Be a Good Boy part 2

Part two
Later that day, I tried to clear my head. I knew realistically there was no way I'd be able to “make” him anything- even if I wasn't morally opposed to it, I don't get off on rape. The thought of holding him down and fucking him against his will did nothing for me- okay, it did something, but not exactly what I wanted. I wanted his consent. Not only that- I wanted to own him completely, not just body, but mind and soul as well. I have always got off on the idea of having a man as my personal pet. Specifically, I wanted him to be my puppy dog. I don't know where this fantasy came from- ever since puberty, I've had images of beautiful men, down on all fours, barking and whining and begging me for a taste of my cock.
Trains of thought like this were not leading me away from my lustful leanings, so I decided to take a walk to the book store. I figured some literature was bound to distract my mind, at least for a little while. As I browsed through the stacks, something caught my eye. It was a book entitled “How to Get People to Do What You Want.” There was a strange symbol on the spine, kind of like a hieroglyphic eye. I figured it must be one of those hokey self help books, but I picked it up anyway, and began flipping through. Immediately I realized this book must be some kind of joke- nearly every page had a chart, list or diagram of what looked like someone's idea of magic spells. Strange items were called for, cauldrons were required- the whole bit. I was about to put it down laughing when I noticed a heading that caught my eye. “The fine art of human training.” Underneath, there was a description of the effects of the supposed art.

“Ever wanted someone to obey you not because they had to, but because they wanted to? Ever wanted to see the gleam of pleasure in the eye of your subject while they did your bidding?Ever wanted to watch them grin and scurry to you without reservation, face alight and tail a-wagging? Well then, this section is for you. Turn any individual into whatever you want them to be- from friend, to lover, to slave, to faithful hound, and watch them love every minute of it.”

Without thinking I brought the book to the counter and checked out. I hurried away, assuring myself all the way that this was nothing but a joke, some silly way to distract myself on an uneventful afternoon. This assertion became harder and harder to maintain as I bought the ingredients for the first step in the method. When I got home, I immediately began concocting what was intended to be “a highly addictive substance, for the initial ensnarement of your subject.” The finished product looked like a small, average chocolate. “This isn't going to work.” I told myself, as I feverishly mapped out the rest of my plan.

The next day I walked into class with a clear plastic bag of chocolates prominantly held in my right hand. As I sat down I carefully picked one out to eat, and made sure to look like I was enjoying it. Predictably, Stephan turned his captivating green eyed gaze to me immediately, and swept the hair out of his face with characteristic grace. I could physically see him turn on his immense charm as he focused down on me, and though I knew it wasn't true I suddenly felt as though every ounce of his attention and good will was being lavished on me at once.

“Can I have one of those” a deep rumble passing through flawless lips.

I smiled as I picked out the correct chocolate for him. “Sure.”

I admit, I held my breath a little as I waited for his reaction.