Ever since Jamie had begun his new job, he had begun to feel constantly horny. He couldn’t quite explain it as nothing else in his life had changed, besides a recent break-up with his girlfriend – but the horniness had started before then. Maybe it was the music that constantly played at a low volume over the speakers, soft yet pulsing in a way that often left his penis twitching. Perhaps it was working around musky men with muscled bodies as he began fantasizing about his co-workers.
It started innocently enough as he began to admire the muscled builds that a job of labor combined with gym time could build. The company had a basic weight room that many of the guys used to let off some steam during their lunch break, and he found himself doing the same. That lust for more muscle kept evolving though into a lust for muscle. That admiration of men’s physiques grew into attraction, and then a desire that just kept growing stronger. He tried to shake it, but every time, the lust just came back stronger. He’d never thought of men in that way, but the more he hung out in this environment, the more he found himself fantasizing.
The time he worked next to these men inhaling their musk, the more he wondered what it would be like to fuck those he worked with, perhaps even his supervisor Alden. It was at times difficult for him to concentrate on work as thoughts of fucking others drifted into his mind over and over, and he often had trouble hiding his hard-ons behind his uniform – the large bulge was just too obvious. As constantly aroused as he was by his studly co-workers, he had begun having trouble getting it up for his girlfriend unless he was visualizing one of his muscled mates. Wherever they went, she began to notice that his eyes followed the men, and it came as a strange relief to him when she left and said, “I think you’ve been lying to the both of us about what you really want.”
Even though more men in general were catching his eye, it really was the hard-working studs he worked with that turned him on most. Something about both being blue collar guys in uniform, getting sweaty together from a hard day’s work, just really began to drive him wild. Though he still showered, he found himself starting to skip deodorant and cologne. For some reason, they had begun to overwhelm his nose, but natural musk started to smell better and better. Not only was he loving how he was smelling, but sometimes he would sneak into the work locker room and find an unlocked unit with some sniffworthy clothes in it. Soon he was spitting on his dick and masturbating to the smells and fantasies on the sly.
Wade was the type of straight bloke that thought calling someone a cocksucker was the most hilarious of insults – yeah, he wasn’t too bright to begin with. All of which made it all the easier for Me to start secretly programming him when I saw him at the same gym. I was buddies with a lot of the staff there, and they easily agreed to let me swap out some of the music that played there. Slowly but surely, I had been getting in his mind while also slowly “befriending” him, offering at first just to help spot him during some lifts. Finally, I had the courage to ask him over to “watch the game.”
“There’ll be other folks there too, right? This ain’t just some excuse to try and get me to suck your cock or somethin’, is it?” My hypnosis had helped him to accept my sexuality when I told him, but obviously he still had a ways to go at that point. “Nah man, there’ll be a few of us,” I lied. “Just drinkin’ beer and watchin’ pigskin like bros do.” When he arrived, I said that the one that was picking up the others had gotten a flat on his way, but they’d arrive soon.
Thankfully, the chance to program him in person as I put a spiral up on the TV allowed me to adjust his memories so that he left feeling as if he’d enjoyed a nice day of drinking beer with buds – something that would then become a weekly tradition. I always DVR’d the game so he at least saw the end – all the better to convince him he’d seen the whole thing.
Each week, I took things just a bit further – things like convincing him it was hot so let’s watch the game with our shirts off, progressing until being nude around each other seemed perfectly normal to him. I suggested that when we did watch the bits of the real game, he focused on how amazing those athletes looked with all that muscle and under all that gear. But most of all, as had been my plan all along, I slowly started to instill inside of him a desire to suck cock. Now, unaware of how programmed he already was, he had asked – seemingly of his own free will, as far he was concerned – to use my shower. A shower where I knew he would see the dildo I had left out. “Dude, what the hell is this?”
“Look, I know I don’t make a lot of TokkyTime videos, but I’m trying to warn you all. The new horror movie Bloody Patch has subliminal messages that will make you horny whenever you’re around pumpkins. Maybe not all pumpkins but if you’re starting to decorate or carve them, you’ll feel your dick just startin’ to throb in your pants.
I know that doesn’t sound like such a big deal to some of you, but it might drive you to do things you never thought you’d do because it will leave you desperate to fuck. And if the only thing around is that pumpkin that is making you horny, you will fuck that pumpkin. This isn’t some excuse for being curious. This is a warning that this will happen to you if you watch that movie. How do I know? Because it happened to me, ya’ll. I’m not some weirdo but there I was carving my pumpkin and I just couldn’t help myself. It was like I was compelled to do it.”
“Like, at first I’m just feeling my dick press against my pants, wondering why carving it is making me so goddamn horny. And I don’t know if it was subliminal or what, but I swear, that mouth ended up being carved just the right size for my dick. But still, I tried to ignore it. I really did.” “But it was just there, like it was taunting me. Fuck, forget taunting. It was beckoning. I tried not to give in but resistance was… what’s that one line from that geek show? Futile. Resistance was futile, man. It was like that mouth was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, just begging to suck my dick.”
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Merrick was getting annoyed with his officemate, Koda. He didn’t really know why, but everything about Koda just seemed to annoy him.
Finally having had enough, Merrick formulated a plan and it would start with getting Koda to check out some new music. Knowing the types of songs the lad listened to helped with the selection – but the songs were overlaid with subliminal programming provided by Flynn, an audio engineer that Merrick had recently met at the local gay bar.
Soon, Merrick was smiling as his officemate dozed in his chair as both began to feel their cocks stir.
Merrick was not quite sure how far the programming went, but he was beginning to get an idea as Koda slipped down his pants and began to blankly stroke himself.
Merrick found his own dick swelling. He could’t help it… he had to slip down his own pants and begin stroking. And as they each continued to stroke themselves, the music continued to play in the background … Merrick having locked the door to ensure their privacy. The programming continued to sink in deeper and deeper. It was amazing how good it felt to relax to the music and not think about anything.
The only thing they could really focus on was the pleasure, for even Merrick found himself becoming so aroused to see the changes in Koda. Though Koda had been a bit of a playboy with the ladies, Merrick felt his officemate was ready to switch teams.
“Good slaves love to suck off their Masters and Alphas. Since you’re new to this, I guess I should show you how it’s done,” Merrick said before getting down on his knees.
And as their clothes continued to shed off, Koda would soon follow suit, going down deep on Merrick. was following suit, going down deep.
After sufficiently blowing each other to the edge, the two sat back down and continued to stroke. Somehow they knew that cumming would cement their status. And man, did they both long to cum. It just felt so good.
Koda shot first, his status as a true slave becoming permanent. Obedience was pleasure, and pleasure was obedience – and it felt so good for Koda to now obey his Master.
And then as Merrick shot his load, something strange happened. He felt like he too was a slave.
No, wait, that’s not right. Only Koda should feel like a slave… something is wrong with this programming…. Yet the music had not stopped, and Merrick found such thought soon disappearing from his mind. Koda would no longer be annoying Merrick at the office, because both would know be the sex slaves of Flynn. The same Flynn that had suggested to Merrick that everything his officemate did would become super annoying to Merrick until he felt driven to take drastic action… Merrick oblivious that he had already fallen under the stranger’s influence that night at the bar, to the point that he would help his Master ensnare new slaves.
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