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CMSN-Career Counseling 2: Country to Urban

A Sequel to https://banedearg.tumblr.com/post/183175777809/cmsn-career-counseling-med-school-to-strip-club

Warning.............future slut!!!!

Wow, what a body!

Matt's transformation into servitude and obedience

Matt was just like every other lad his age, just finished uni and trying to find their way in the world. However, Matt was different, he believed he was bound to be stuck in his council estate all his life with zero purpose. He would roam the streets at night with his mates getting in people's faces and stealing from corner shops. That was until Matt met someone, someone that would change his life forever...

James has been a hard working business man for many years and travels around looking for new recruits for his company and tonight he has stumbled across Matt's council estate. James loved places like this, they always had the best men for him to take, or recruit as he liked to call it.

Matt spotted him at the local corner shop and walked up to him trying to intimidate him.

"Oi mate! What you doin around this part of town?!"

"Just doing a little research young man" Replied James as he eyed Matt up and down.

"Well go and do your research somewhere else or something bad might happen to you!" Matt yelled as he clenched his fisted hidden under his massive hoodie.

"I think I'm done here now anyways, I've got all that I need for now" James gave Matt his number and told him to call whenever he needed a little money, which for Matt was all the time.

Matt was scrolling mindlessly through his phone one day and was thinking about James. James had been on Matt's mind for the last couple weeks ever since they briefly met. But today, Matt decided to give in and call the number he was given...

"Hello?? Is anyone there?"

"Aha, I knew you'd call Matt, are you ready to join us, to join me and become a better you?"

"I thought you were just recruiting for a job or something mate?"

"Precisely Matt, good boy on remembering who I was, but it was probably pretty hard for you to forget wasn't it? Just come over to this location and we'll get you all sorted and ready for you new job"

Matt heard the phone line die before he could say anything else. He was scared but he knew what he had to do. He packed a bag with all the shit from his room he could find and set out to the address James had given him. He didn't know why but he could feel his life was about to change.

Matt arrived at the location James had given him. It was a sleek, modern building tucked away in an industrial part of town, far removed from the gritty council estate he called home. His heart raced, palms sweaty. As he walked through the large glass doors, he was greeted by an imposing figure who led him down a long corridor. It felt like entering a different world, one that Matt couldn’t even begin to understand.

Finally, they reached a large office where James was waiting behind a polished desk, his sharp suit and confident smile as poised as ever.

"You're here," James said, rising from his seat. "I knew you would be. Have a seat, Matt."

Matt hesitated, still unsure of what exactly he was stepping into. He sat down across from James, trying to hide his nervousness behind a cocky smirk.

"What's all this about, mate? You said something about a job, but this doesn’t feel like a job interview." Matt leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

James chuckled, a smooth, almost predatory sound. "No, it’s not exactly what you’re used to. But it’s a job that will change everything for you. If you want it, that is."

Matt's eyes flickered with curiosity, but a small voice in the back of his mind whispered doubts. "Change everything? How exactly?"

James took a step forward, his demeanor shifting, more commanding now. "You’re a man of potential, Matt. But all that potential is wasted where you are—wasting away in that estate, living paycheck to paycheck, being nothing more than a product of your environment. But I can give you more than that. I can offer you something... greater."

Matt swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t sure whether he was excited or terrified, but the thought of something more, something beyond his limited world, was too tempting to resist.

"I don’t get it," Matt muttered. "You just show up, give me your number, and now you’re telling me you can change my life?"

Matt stood up and tried to leave but he couldn't, there were a group of men, all dressed in fancy suits that were blocking all the entrances.

He was strapped into his chair and forced to stare at a spiral for hours on end. Matt could feel himself getting sleepier and sleepier but all he could think about was James. He couldn't remember where he even came from, what his past week looked like. All he could think about was James, and how he came here for a reason. To serve James and the company. When James came back into the room, he just looked at Matt and smiled. He knew it was complete so he took Matt down into the basement, into his special lair and gave him a change of clothes. James' employees have to be dressed properly of course, they must dress their part as they serve him.

Everything was now complete, Matt came out, dressed in his new uniform, and sat at James' knees as he knew that was where he belonged. He wasn't some council estate tough guy anymore, he was James' obedient servant day in and day out. He loved it so much he began to go out with James when he would recruit other men to his company. After all, it was the best feeling Matt had every felt in his life...

You'd found the tracksuit while looking on Vinted for new clothes, and had to have them. They were cheap too, so it just made sense to you to buy them, and the horny feeling you got just looking at the picture of them was enough to convince you.

A few days later and they arrived, and you were more than eager to try them on. As you slipped them on, you could feel your cock hardening, stiffening in the trackie pants that youd decided to go commando in. You gave your cock a quick tug, then slipped the hoodie on, caving into the urge to wear it without a shirt. The clothes smelled of sweat and cheap lynx deoderant, which youd noticed when opening them, but the scent was stronger now you wore them, invading your nostrils and overpowering all other smells in your room.

It was driving you insane, making your brain fog and lose focus, you smelled like a lad, a chav, and it was great. What you didn't realise, lost in pleasure, eyes closed and hands feeling up your body, was that you were growing. Your muscles becoming more lean, your height increases to a solid 6 feet, and a beard growing in on your face. Your bones were becoming more angular, cutting a hard jawline, and making you have a more tough, chavvy look. A tattoo was forming on the back of your right hand, and your hair was shortening into a cut more befitting of you new form. As you fondled your cock it grew, resting at a solid 7 inches with the foreskin back, uncut. Your balls felt full and heavy, and you could smell the combination of the musk, deoderant, and smell of smoke that now came from your body as well as the clothes. It was overwhelming you, making you blank and docile as it reworked your mind. New thoughts were seeping in, dumber, hornier thoughts, of how hot you were and how much you needed a cig.

Memories were seeping in too, of playing footie with your mates, or running an only fans, findomming pathetic subs and working out every so often to stay in shape. You were jerking off, waves of pleasure coursing through your being, and those waves carried new language, vocabulary, and a new name. Aaron. That's right, you were Aaron. A propa lad through and through.

Aaron came, soaking his, no your, trackies, and headed out to play footie with your mates, and get some booze on the way, probably nicking the beer like the badass you were.