
Wait, what was he doing there? He couldn’t remember as he truly was forgetting.


Wait, what was he doing there? He couldn’t remember as he truly was forgetting.
The big bodybuilder thought he didn’t need hypnosis. He already had made incredible progress on his own. I couldn’t deny him this, and yet – how long before he burnt out? Was he even really enjoying the workouts anymore? I began to talk to him about the desires he had deep down that led to bodybuilding in the first place.
“I bet working out is a wonderful way to just let go of all your stress and worries.” “I’m sure it feels so good when you are finished with a workout and can just relax those muscle.”
Slowly but surely, my key phrases were sinking in. It wasn’t long before he was beginning to enter a tranced state of flexing as I reminded him of his lust for muscle.
Unfortunately, he also lacked some tact. “Is it true black guys are more hung?”
“Dude, that’s offensive.”
“How is that offensive? Being big is a good thing, ain’t it?”
“And what if I’m not big? It reeks of stereotyping and I shouldn’t be fetishized like that.”
“I’m sorry, man. I swear I’m not fetishizing you.”
Colson meekly continued, “It’s just I… I haven’t been able to take my mind off your cock ever since that productivity expert visited. But I know you’re not gay. I didn’t think I was gay.”
Moshe wasn’t so sure his buddy was right about that. But had it really been that visit? “Dude, those were some weird-ass videos he made us watch. Though I can’t really remember much about them now.”
“You looked really good,” Moshe let slip. “Wait, didn’t you already see my cock that day?”
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When both had enjoyed themselves to the point they thought there was nothing left to give, they turned on the TV while cuddling in bed. A pizza jingle played as Malik attempted to switch channels.
“Damn, these hotels really need to invest in some smart TVs so I can stream some shit. Everything seems to be on commercials here.”
“And apparently the same ad. Gotta be honest, it has me cravin’ some pizza.”
“Damn, is it repeating again? That jingle is getting in my damn head.”
“Never heard a jingle like that.”
“Me either but it seems to be working. Fuck it, let’s give them a call. I’m hungry now too.”
“Let me get my wallet, stud – unless you’d accept another kind of payment?”
“Bro, I’m sure he has to get back to work. But you are fine as hell.”
“Actually, this was my last delivery of the night and I’d love to join men as sexy as you.”
Had Malik looked at him a bit closer, he might have recognized him from the hotel lobby office or remembered the check-in lady saying they had a pizza oven when he asked what that smell was. Thanks to the jingle that had played tonight, though, all he was sensing was an extreme horniness for this strange – an unexplainable arousal that he shared with Jayden.
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“I dunno Prof. It just ain’t seem fun to ‘member things anymores.”
“You haven’t by chance joined one of Coach’s teams, have you?”
“Nah Prof. But my roomie’s kind of a big shot athlete.”
“Has he been playing recordings from Coach?”
“Yeah. Says his headphones suck and asked if me minded. I always just fall asleep.”
“Well, I’m going to have to have a chat with Coach, you might find yourself on one of his teams after all.”
“Fuck yeah! I been workin’ out more.”
“Well, since you’re likely to become one soon enough, I could go ahead and make the same deal with you as I have with Coach’s jocks.”
“Well, I’m not sure if you’ve had the right kind of training from Coach yet. Do you still have a girlfriend?”
“Nah, she was becomin’ a nag. Always wantin’ to hang when I wanted to go to the gym or watch some sports with my roomie.”
“Well, that’s a promising start. Have you and your roommate been hookin’ up?”
“Nah, Coach has some dedicated beta jock for him. But man, watchin’ him work out – never quite looked at him like that before. I dunno.”
“And what do you think of me?”
“Dang, Prof, never thought of ya that way but you kinda gotta Daddy vibe going on.”
“Well, if you like that, then I suppose we can go ahead with the same deal. Any of the FitDimWits on his teams still get passing grades so long as they let me u se them once in a while.”
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“Go ahead, command him to sleep for you.” Thanks to my earlier instruction, Luca knew this slave had been programmed with a trigger point on his righta arm… all he had to do was push down and say “Sleep slave.”
His name no longer mattered, but he had been sent to me by My mole in a local precinct. With prisons overcrowding, low-rent criminals – in this case a petty thief – would be sent my way for reprogramming. Criminals like him often already start on the lower end of the intelligence scale, so it didn’t take much before he was dumbing down with every stroke.
He didn’t know what awaited, but he was tired of struggling to survive and more than willing to give into something new.
Now the past seemed a distant memory, his mind fuzzy if he tried to think about it. It felt better to just let go and obey. No need to think. No need to make decisions. Life was better this way. He continued to flex until Luca gave him a new command.
“Slave, I want you to feel and massage my muscles now. And the more you admire my muscles, the more you will crave sucking off your Master.” Luca has learned well from Me.
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He’s your ideal fuck toy. Charming ginger muscle stud with a bright smile. That perfectly muscled body is covered from head to toe in a sweaty country-worked sheen that makes you weak in the knees.
You drive by on your way to camp, looking for fire wood for sale, and spot your fantasy ginger fuck toy working in the summer sun. He’s absolutely perfect. Surely he knows where a fella can get some firewood, you reason, as you can’t help but stop.
A quick pop on the car horn breaks his routine. He turns and smiles as he acknowledges your approach. He fucking drips with country charm – he’s a total god, with a bashful humility that makes you want to fuck him right there.
After explaining your situation (while trying to hide your obvious excitement), he explains he might be able to help you with your wood issue.
He quickly shucks himself out of his shorts with no excess modesty, explaining that he can move things along quicker in the summer heat without the restrictions of his work shorts. He’s a perfect physical specimen. You’ve jacked off to his image a thousand times before. And this hunk is right here in front of you.
You’re drinking in his perfect form as you feel your dick growing painfully hard in your khakis. And somehow you suspect he knows how badly you want him despite never breaking that gaze – he’s staring directly into your eyes as he takes care of your wood needs.
You imagine he swings his axe the way he fucks – powerfully, full force, and with precision. You need to have this fucker right now.