The following is a Halloween tale of transformation.


The following is a Halloween tale of transformation.
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It didn’t help that the brunette hunk was depressed over his situation and feeling pretty useless, which Tucker hated to see. Tucker soon recognized he needed to help his husband find a renewed purpose in life. ‘If only I could help feel that tasks like cleaning and yardwork were enjoyable and fulfilling – help get him off his but and active. Maybe working out more again too. If he could find purpose in such activities, it would help lift his mood and help me stay focused on work now that I can do it from home. And perhaps we can find some other ways he’d enjoy being of service.’ With those thoughts in mind, Tucker began to look into ways to reprogram his husband into enjoying being more productive.
Tucker was almost caught a couple times wearing the ear plugs. “TUCKER! Didn’t you hear me calling?” his husband once stormed in, Tucker discretely taking out one of the plugs as he turned to pause the music. “I guess I was just zoning out to the music.” “Yeah, what is that anyway? I’ve been zoning out a lot to it too,” he stated as he began to unconsciously strip off his clothes. “Just something I found online that’s supposed to help me focus on work.” “Babe, you’re working too hard. Let me focus on you for a bit. Would love to get to serve your cock under that desk.” This wasn’t exactly what Tucker had in mind, but he wasn’t about to stop his eager partner!
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Most importantly, he has been pushing you to think more and more with that dick, all other unneeded thoughts and intelligence just draining away. You don’t need it. Thinking is hard – your dick is hard … why not just think with your dick? You just need to follow that dick as it fills up with pleasure anytime you please a guest. That’s right. When you’re not on lifeguard duty, you’ll be available to service the needs of any of our visitors, and this means you need to be ready for any role. And as you let go of all inhibitions, you find yourself so ready to strip out of that swimsuit and so ready to satisfy our guests in any way that does not harm you beyond agreed upon impact pay. Because a poolboy like you is always so horned up, you are so ready to make sure every guest is left completely satisfied.
Sure is, Arturo. I was just putting the finishing touches on Jamaal here and as you can see, he’s very horned up and ready to serve the guests. Although, perhaps you can help me double-check that.
“Double-check? You mean act as if I’m one of the guests here ready for some service?”
Exactly. Why don’t you help me break him in? He’s obviously ready and rearing to go.
“It’d be my honor, Coach.”
Very good. Let me help you both get in the mindset. GOOD POOLBOYS OBEY. Jamaal, all your poolboy training is fresh in your mind and you’re ready to service your first guest, Arturo. Remember that his pleasure is your pleasure. Arturo, you in turn will feel as if you are a guest, entitled to all the perks and privileges of this resort. You will feel this way until you have orgasmed, at which point you will return to being a fellow poolboy who is so grateful Coach rewarded his service with this opportunity.
While you will both end up platonic co-workers after this, with your sexual energies turned to our guests, you will find yourselves extremely attracted to each other right now.
Warning: This post contains hypnotic language for being a dumbed down jock.
It’s what those dumb jocks have been left doing when they stripped away all other concerns and all their insecurities. When they are left so focused on that physique, they can be left stripping off all those clothes as they are left admiring their progress more and more right in the mirror. They simply are left with no other cares right in this world other than that muscle, and that means they are left just so simply focused on lifting those weights up and down, shedding fat right off while building muscle right up. And the one thing they might be left doing as they are left drifting off to sleep is stroking right along that dick as they are left listening to Coach’s erotic motivation, for the more they empty their head, the more their other head fills.
What did you have in mind, jock?
“I’ve always been a total top in the past, but my boyfriend is vers. He’s been so good about only bottoming with me, but I know he wishes he could still top sometimes too. Could you help me become comfortable with bottoming?
“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.
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?”
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The party seemed to have everything – acrobats, go-go dancers, even a hypnotist. The young man had never believed he was an easy target, and dismissed his zoning in and out as being distracted. He was busy volunteering and it’s not like he was paying total attention. Every once in a while, he’d hear a line like: “The next pics you see will drive you wild,” where the hypnotist then held up some photos to the young man in front of him. Only hearing the action and not seeing it, Brooks ended up mishearing it as “pecs,” but he didn’t give it too much though. Sure he was dazed here and there, but then a guest would walk by and he’d refocus even as words like “will be your new obsession” could be heard.
It was only a matter of time until he ran into someone though, and soon he had ran into one of his fellow volunteers. Brooks felt like he was suddenly seeing the most magnificent pecs ever, right in front of him.
“Can I help you buddy?,” the muscled hunk said.
“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, buddy, and that’s a big no no given we’re volunteering here. But come on, they want a group pic but in some other underwear we need to change into quick. Some type of paid sponsorship for special pics.
Brooks grew more enamored. It seemed that whether he heard pic or pec, pics or pecs, the similarities were enough to trigger him. It’s why hypnotists are encouraged to come up with unique triggers, but it was too late now. Every time he heard it, he craved those pecs more.
It seemed like the word on the new briefs was coming true. Brooks was addicted.