Knock! Knock! Knock!

I groan and kick myself off the couch. It’s Saturday and I have the house to myself. Doesn’t this person knocking at my door understand I have comics to read and cereal to eat?

I open the door, surprised to see a slender person in a grey pinstripe jacket with matching pants that accentuate their long, tapered legs. They glance at me with deep dark eyes, and I feel just a little bit weightless, like I was falling down a rollercoaster. They smile and I blink back to attention.

“Hi? Can I help you?” I ask.

“I think so. But what’s more important is that I can help you.”

Their voice is like velvet, slithering over my shoulders and through my ears. I shake my head.

“uhm…that’s nice, but I’m not really interested in…in…” I realize that I have no idea what this person actually wants. Maybe they’re selling something?

“Penis,” they chirp.

“What?”

“Pens, Mister! Haven’t you ever noticed you can never find a pen when you need one? Do you mind if I come in?”

I hesitate. I was told only two people need permission to enter a home. Door-to-door salespeople and vampires.

“Uh, yeah, I kinda do mind, actually.”

“Are you sure? I have a wide selection of pens that are sure to capture your attention. Just like this one.”

The salesperson holds up a thin, blue pen, the color along the shaft mixing and swirling like oil on water. I have to admit, it is an interesting little knick-knack, trim and elegant, yet playful and psychedelic all at once. I find I can’t help but watch the twisting patterns on the side.

“Don’t you think it’s a very interesting, very pretty pen? It’s so easy to watch and just let your mind wander. It’s like your eyes can’t help but follow it…back and forth...follow it…"

They start moving the pen left and right in front of my eyes. Something feels a little weird, but I just let my eyes follow along with the pen. It just feels easier to follow the pen and the salesperson’s voice is so calm and soothing.

“The nice thing about this beautiful pen is that it helps you keep focus. You can focus on it, can’t you? Focus on it…focus on the tip…eyes on the tip of my pen…watching it go back and forth…back and forth…focus…”

The pen is swinging back and forth and my eyes can’t look away. Something about the cadence of the salesperson’s soft voice and the easy, monotonous rhythm of the pen is making it hard to think. My eyes keep sliding up the swirling pools of blue and down the tapered, silver tip of the pen. It feels so nice to just watch the tip go back and forth.

“Back and forth…back and forth…like the pen is moving your eyes…the pen is leading your eyes…back and forth…and maybe you notice that it feels good. It feels so relaxing to let the pen move your eyes back and forth.”  

I start to nod a little. They’re right. It does feel very relaxing. Such a pretty, shiny pen. Swaying so easy back and forth…back and forth…

“You like watching my pen…It makes you feel relaxed…happy…agreeable. You could just watch it go back and forth all day, couldn’t you?...watching my pen…back and forth…all day…”

“yeah…” I say, my mouth drifting open. My eyelids feel heavy. “Watch all day…”

“I think you want to see more. I think you really want to listen to what I have to say. And the more you think about it, the more you realize you want to listen to me. Watching the pen, focusing on the tip, listening to me…back and forth…”

That made sense. The salesperson had such a soothing, relaxing voice. It was so wonderful to just focus on the tip, listen to their voice, and watch the pretty pen.

“You’re doing so well, watching my fascinating little pen. You like it so much, you’re starting to realize you want to invite me into your house. May I come in?”

My mind feels like it’s moving through thick mud. I don’t see why not.

“Yes…come in…” I say, stepping docilly to the side. They saunter into my house, kicking off their Italian leather shoes by the door. The salesperson wanders around, eying my house and then sits down on the living room sofa, placing a silver briefcase on the coffee table. I wander after them, shaking the cobwebs from my head. Why was I about to listen to a sales-pitch about pens again?

Maybe this person was part of pyramid scheme. I decided to give them five minutes before showing them out. They may be easy on the eyes and have a charming voice, a very charming voice, but this was my day to do nothing! And I don’t need any penis…uh, pens!”

“Take a seat,” they say, patting the sofa, as if I was a guest instead of the host. “So, why don’t you tell me your name?”

“Al,” I say before I can stop myself. I sit down next to them.

“Pleased to meet you.” They take my hand and give it a tiny squeeze. Their fingers are smooth and soft and send a small electric buzz down my arm. I suddenly feel so much more at ease.

“Now, allow me to show you some of my top sellers! I know you’ll find them so interesting,” they say as they click open the briefcase. A bed of gray foam holds three slender pens. On the left is a copy of the same blue pen I saw earlier, its exterior shimmering with endlessly shifting patterns. In the center of the briefcase was a light pink pen that seemed to have the same shimmering effect as the blue, and on the right, what seemed to be an ordinary gray pen. I stare, puzzled, as they reached in and pull out the blue pen.

“You’ve already seen our debut product, a model I call Ocean. You already know how fascinating, how powerful Ocean can be, the gentle pattern shifting like waves in the sea…back and forth…back and forth…”

They are waving the pen in front of my face again and I my eyes drift along with the tip. The salesperson has such a wonderful voice. I could listen to it all day…

“Now let me show you our newest model,” they said picking up the pink pen and putting the blue back in the case. “This one utilizes the same unique, fascinating, almost mesmerizing exterior, but that’s not even the best feature.”

Quick as a flash, they reach into their pocket and pull out a thin, blank notepad. I watch, eagerly curious, as they put the pad down on the coffee table and click open the pen.

“Not only is the exterior imbued with our very distracting, very dazzling visual technology, but…”

She drew a circle about the size of a silver dollar on the paper. Bright fuchsia-violet ink splashed onto the white paper, sparkling and melding together.

“…so does the ink!” They keep moving the pen around and around in circles, the point tracing the same path over the paper again and again. The colors are mind-blowing.

“Watch the ink, melting into the page…concentrate on the wonderful colors…the colors that just shift and melt, in and out of each other…in and out…around and around…letting my pen trace circles around and around as you watch the pretty colors…”

I can feel my head bobbing around in circles with the pen’s slow, steady motion. The colors are so interesting, and the voice sinking into my brain makes me forget every stray thought in my head. I’m just drifting along to the slow, steady circles while their silky voice drips into my ear.

“You love to follow the pen…you love to watch the colors…you love to listen to me…listen to me…the more you listen to me, the better you feel…the more relaxed you feel…the happier you feel…and the more you look at those colors and watch the circle and listen to my voice, the more you’ll want to smile for me. Smile for me now.”

The corners of my mouth go up on strings. I feel a big goofy grin on my face and my brain takes the cue, releasing a hit of endorphins. I smile wider. More endorphins.

“Isn’t it lovely how a nice smile can lift your mood. You feel happy when you smile. You feel peaceful. Watching my special pen going around and around, the ink so shimmery and sparkly…feeling so happy and peaceful…”

“uhhhh—huuuhhhh…” I mumble. It’s so nice to watch and listen.

“Now, I don’t believe I told you the name of this pen model. You’re so curious to know it. What could it be?”

The pen finally comes to a stop at the top of the circle, and they tap the paper with the tip. My brain is reeling and I’m thinking about everything the pen could remind me of.

“Tell you what?” they say. “How ‘bout I write the name with this super sparkly ink? Then you could read it. You want to read it, right?”

“y-yesss…” I feel floaty and strange, but also peaceful and happy. Sure. I can read the name of the pen.

“Look at the letters, cutie…just concentrate on the letters.”

For some reason, it felt like the salesperson is sitting very close. I can feel their arm snaking around my shoulders as the other holds the pen. I don’t pay any mind to it. I want to concentrate on the pretty letters. They glide the pen over the paper.

S

L

E

E

P

Sleep.

It feels like someone cut a string over my head and my eyes slam shut. I have a feeling of vertigo as I topple over, pulled down by gravity until I land in someone’s nice, soft lap. A hand traces over my scalp.

“Good…sleeeeeeep now…so nice to sleeeeep…”

I pass out dreaming of their voice.

“…3…4…and 5, fully awake now,” the silky voice floats through me head. I open my eyes, realizing I’m sitting on my couch again. Did I just fall asleep?

“Are you okay, Al? You got kind of tired there for a moment.”

I look at the salesperson. They have a knowing grin under their dark, twinkling eyes. I pause, captivated by their face. My eyes roam over their body, lingering on their luscious lips, their slender, delicate hands, their long sexy legs. My heart begins to beat faster in my chest.

I smile at them. I think I’m in love.

“Yeah, I’m…I’m fine!” I stutter. I feel so tongue-tied all of sudden.

“Good…we were just talking and then you started getting very sleepy…” They hold up the pink pen and my eyes focus on the tip. “Who am I, sweetie?”

The answer pops into my head like magic.

“You’re…my Owner…” Yes. That sounds right.

“And who are you?”

Their eyes are sparkling, just like the ink from the pens. “I…am your toy…”

I say the words and know they are true.

“Good…and what do toys do to please their Owners?” they ask, moving the pen back and forth. It feels like my mind is dangling from the pen tip.

“They listen and obey.” Something about those words seems a little strange, but I can’t argue with that. Of course I should obey my Owner, that’s just a fact.

“Good,” they coo and put the pen down. They lean forward and I’m lost in the dark pools of their eyes. “When I snap my fingers you will strip. You will take off all your clothes for your Owner and you will feel perfectly comfortable doing so. Its natural to be naked for your Owner, yes?”

“Yes…Owner…” I say, my eyes magnetized to theirs.

“Good.”

SNAP!

I blink and look down. Why the hell am I wearing all these clothes? I should be naked!

Without the slightest hesitation, I pull off my shirt and drop my shorts, kicking them to the corner. I peel off my boxers and sit back down, my cock resting between my legs. My Owner run their eyes over my body appreciatively, lingering slightly over my crotch. I smile and puff up my chest a little. I’m glad my Owner likes what they see.

My Owner stands and lifts their arms out to the side.

“I feel a bit stuffy in this suit jacket. Take it off for me, toy.”

“Yes, Owner!” I jump. It’s natural to listen to my Owner.

I unbutton their jacket and shirt and slide it off their body, revealing smooth, creamy skin that smells like fresh flowers and a hint of sweat. My cock twitches a little and I find myself lingering by their shoulders, breathing in their heavenly scent.

“Now my pants, toy.”

I reach around and undo their belt, and shuffle their pinstriped pants down their gorgeous legs, dropping to my knees as I help them step out. There’s a bulge in their gray boxer-briefs. I feel a hand rake through my hair, keeping my face pointed at their crotch as they swivel my head around and around.

“Listen to my voice…feel me holding your head…feel your mind in my hands…looking where I want you to…thinking what I want you to…and right now I want you blank and empty…blank and empty…keep saying that for me, toy.”

“Blank and empty…” The words escape my lips. “Blank and empty…blank and empty…blank and empty…”

I’m convinced my head must be lighter, all my brains evaporated under my Owner’s gentle grasp.

“That’s wonderful, sweetie,” my Owner coos. “Now, take a good look at this pen…”

Their free hand hooks into their waistband. My eyes are on stalks as they pull the fabric down, their hard prick springing out in front of my face.

“Just look and I’m sure you’ll agree it’s a very compelling pen…focus on the tip…watching it sway…back and forth…back and forth…listening to my voice and sinking down as your watch the tip of my pen.”

I stare, mesmerized, as the long, stiff pen swings, drifting left to right and left again, their words massaging my brain to putty.

“You have to admit, my pen is very impressive. My pen is very big. You like looking at how big and stiff my pen is…You love my special penis…You love how sexy my pen is…You love my sexy penis…back and forth…”

I feel something melt and fill up my balls and cock. I’m getting so turned on watching this incredibly sexy pen. It’s just so big and commanding. I can’t take my eyes away from it as it swings and spirals over me. I lean forward and my eyes cross, captivated by the tip.

“When I snap my fingers, you’re going to realize that you want to suck on my pen. My pen is just so tasty and wonderful to feel in your mouth. You will suck on my pen until I tell you to stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Owner!” I drone.

I see my Owner’s sly smile from the top of my vision and then their fingers clench together.

SNAP!

In a second, my mouth falls onto the thick, springy pen like gravity. It pushes into my mouth and my tongue embraces the smooth underside. The hand on my head grips my hair and pulls me back and forth…back and forth over the hard shaft. Every lick tastes better than the last and I lose myself in the easy rhythm, in and out…back and forth...again and again…

My Owner is speaking but tells me I don’t have to pay attention. I just have to keep sucking and think about how sexy my Owner is. How I’m falling in love with my Owner. How I’ll gladly do anything my Owner desires.

In and out…back and forth…

At last the hand pulls me up and away. The pen pops out of my mouth and I let the hand pull me up before setting me down on the couch like a doll. I stare ahead, blank and empty. Part of me understands that I shouldn’t be doing this, that it wasn’t normal to let strange people into your house like this. But I don’t have a brain to think with anymore. I’m just a blank, empty toy.

My Owner sits down on the couch next to me and throws their arm over my shoulder, snuggling in close. I can feel their lips brushing my ear as they whisper to me, their other hand gently fondling my balls.

“Toys don’t think…toys can’t think…toys don’t have brains…all you need to do is think with your pen. Your pen is big. Your pen is hard. Your pen is needy. Your penis makes you obey…it makes you obey me…”

Their fingers curl around my hard cock and gently squeeze and stroke. My mouth hangs open and I’m panting, listening to their seductive words while they tease my prick.

“The harder you get, the less you think…the less you think, the more you listen…the more you listen, the more you obey…the more you obey, the harder you get…”

I triy to follow the words spiraling through my ears, but it’s too much effort. Too much effort to think, to resist. It just feels so much better to relax and listen to my cock, pleasure dancing from the tips of those slender fingers. I just want to keep listening, keep obeying, keep getting harder.

“Who am I?”

Their voice demands. I must answer.

“You are my Owner…” I say.

“Yes. I am you Owner. You will listen to and obey your Owner.”

“Yes. I will listen and obey…”

“It feels good when you listen and obey.”

They give my cock and extra squeeze.

“Yes! It feels so good to listen and obey!” I nearly shout.

My Owner runs their other hand along my shoulder, gently tickling my ear. “Worship me. Tell me how much you want me.”

My mind is doing flip-flops as the words come bubbling up, exploding out of me like a geyser.

“I…I adore you! Your voice is so incredible! I can’t say no to you! You’re so sexy! You’re so compelling! You make me so hot! I am your toy! I’m in love with you! I want to obey you!”

I’m babbling like a drunk slut as my eyes cross with pleasure. Precum is dribbling over my shaft, helping their hand glide effortlessly up and down, pumping my words straight out of my mouth. I’m surfing a wave of ecstasy and almost feel like I’m outside my body, watching myself ranting in worship as they edge my throbbing cock.

At last, they bring their finger to my mouth, shushing me. I whimper in quiet agony as they let go of my cock and bring their finger in front of my eyes. I immediately fixate on the tip.

The tip of their finger, the tip of their pen, the tip of their penis.

They swirl their finger and it pulls me forward and down to their lap. My mouth finds their shaft and I instinctively wrap my lips around it, worshipping and kissing my Owner’s powerful hypnotic cock.

I moan as I feel something warm and wet envelope my prick. My Owner is sucking me off as I pleasure them on my couch, their hand reaching around the grope my buttocks. They ring a fist around my cock and glance up.

“Toys don’t cum before their Owners. Repeat.”

“Toys don’t cum before their Owners,” I say, obediently. Of course that’s true! My Owner should always get pleasure before me.

We stay there, sixty-nining each other for what could be minutes or hours. I can’t tell. My world is nothing more than the yummy cock in my mouth and the exquisite lips sliding up and down my erection. Lips that hum and smack the tip of my cock. I submissively imitate my owner, swirling my tongue around the tip of their pen.

I feel a deep groan shake through my Owner. Their cock flexes and suddenly there’s a gush of warm cream spraying the back of my throat.

It tastes like heaven.

I slurp it down, my tongue washing off every salty drop from their pole. The warm flood in my mouth triggers something. I feel my balls swell and my body tense up. I whimper, feeling myself on the edge of climax.

“Is my toy ready to cum?” my Owner says, stroking me with their thumb and forefinger.

“Yes! Yes, please Owner!”

“Awww, you said ‘please’,” they giggle and gently smack my balls. I want to cum so bad I’m seeing stars.

“Cum, toy. Cum for me NOW!”

I yell and feel my cock erupt in buckets. Cum flies out of me as pleasure courses up my spine. I pump rope after rope of jism high into the air, feeling it land on my stomach, hearing some of it hit the floor. Finally, my body relaxes and I melt into a mindless puddle.

I hear my Owner get up and head to my bathroom. I feel them come back with a warm washcloth and wipe down my body and clean up the floor. I watch drowsily, only two thoughts flowing through my head.

My Owner is so good to me. I love being a toy for them.

When they are done they sit back down, throwing one of their smooth legs over my lap, pinning me down to the couch. I stare ahead, random words of devotion floating through my bedazzled mind. My Owner reaches over and opens her briefcase. Suddenly the pink pen is back, swinging in front of my face. I focus on the tip.

“Such a good toy for me…You feel so good, don’t you?...It feels so good to listen to and obey my voice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, my Owner,” I say. By now, submitting to them is as easy as breathing.

“Hmm…you are such a wonderful toy. In fact, I think you’re worth keeping. How would you like a position working for me?”

That sounds good to me. Who wouldn’t love working for their Owner. But there’s a thought troubling me.

“But…already…have a job…” I manage to say. Watching the pink pen makes me so foggy and drowsy. I just want to lay back and stop thinking.

“That’s fine, sweetie. It’s time for a career change, anyway. Tell me you’re ready for a career change.”

“Yes,” I agree. “I’m ready for a career change…”

“So, say that you want to work for me.” They keep moving the pen back and forth…back and forth.

“I want to work…for you…” I smile. It’s so true. I want to work as hard as possible for my Owner.

“Good, we’ll worry about the fine print later. Right now, let’s just have a small qualifications test. To see if you’re knowledgeable enough to be my loyal employee.”

They hold the pen straight in front of me. I’m lost, gazing at the swirling pattern on the side.

“What is the name of this pen?” they ask.

I rack my brain, feeling the answer bubbling to the top of my mind.

“The name of the pen is…sleeeeeeeeeppppp…” I trail off. The word takes hold of my entire head and then my body as I slump over, my mind fading into velvet oblivion.

“and 3…4…and 5, awake!”

I open my eyes. My Owner…no, my Boss, is standing in front of me, dressed in the pinstripe business suit they arrived in. I look down. I’m also dressed, but not in the t-shirt and torn shorts that I was wearing this morning. Instead, I have a pressed, white collared shirt and black slacks with a pair of shining black dress shoes. My hair is combed back and I feel fresh, as if I had just walked out of a shower.

“Okay,” my Boss says. “We’ve gone over the basic compensation package, the company hierarchy, and the terms of service. All that’s left is for you to sign your contract.”

They hold up a pen. It’s the ordinary, gray pen they had inside their sample case. They start to gently wave it back and forth in front of my face. Something begins to open in my head as my Boss’ words flow in.

“You will sign the contract…no need to worry about the words…can’t focus on the words…sign the contract…”

I blink. I don’t want to sign anything without reading it. I start to skim over the black and white paragraphs. Something about indefinite wage withholding, garble about waiving power of attorney, surrender of personal property to the company. It all seems pretty standard to me, and reading was making me horny. In fact, the more I read, the quicker I go, the thrumming in my cock distracting me.

“You need to sign…sign the contract and be my loyal employee…”

Their voice swirls around me and I’m suddenly signing my name twice on every page, agreeing to anything and everything. I’m so turned on! I want to do whatever my Boss says.

I finish, feeling a warm flush on my face. My Boss smiles and slides the document into a pocket on the side of their briefcase. I pick up a small bag. I know it’s packed with all my stuff that I’ll need for the new company housing. I can’t wait to move in.

I hop to the door and put on my Boss’ shoes for them before standing to attention.

“Ready to go, Boss!” I say.

They look back at me and then slip a purple tie over my neck, pulling the thin end until the tie is snug around my neck. They pick up the other end like a leash.

“Me, too,” they say with a smug smile and then lead me outside to my new life.