Karl had been coming to My gym for a while now, and he was becoming a real musclehead. Of course, I had been helping him with that. He dropped for Me so easily as he began to let his brains drain down to his cock. It always felt so good to think with his dick because what his dick wanted was more muscle. Hard muscle made his dick hard, and his hard dick made him want more muscle. It was such a simple way to live, and it felt so good to live so simply. Karl loved being a simple musclehead that was so easily aroused by muscle.
Even, and perhaps especially, his own muscle turned him on. After his work outs, Karl loved to flex and pose for Me. His hard dick would continue to throb as he flexed his hardening muscles. Fuck he felt so pumped up after a session. It was like every lift he did made his dick harder, and as if flexing now made him more aroused than ever. It also made him so very horny for Coach, and when he was done flexing for Me, he would start to assume the position. His gleeful grin showed Me he was loving being simple. Simply getting bigger. Simply loving to flex.
And simply loving to get fucked by Coach.
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“You’re going to love feeling all of my bulges. Go ahead and feel your favorite bulge right now.” Sir Jack flexed his left arm, his biceps forming a nice big bulge. But as Reece instead went for his bulge, the big hairy bear knew the young man had sufficiently fallen under his control.
“Good boy,” he said, sending a wave of pleasure over Reese’s body. “It’s time to learn to love my scent. Keep feeling how your favorite bulge gets even bigger as you go ahead and spend some time in my pits now.”
The once-preppy Reese would have been repulsed at the thought in the past – especially since Sir Jack was all about natural scents and had a strong musk to him.
But the conditioning had him more than eager… and his own bulge began to grow too.
“You’re doing so well, boy. But I know that as much as you love my scent, it’s not your favorite smell of mine. Go ahead, boy, and spend some time inhaling the musk of my sweaty balls.”
The young twink pulled down his hairy Sir’s pants and took it all in. The more he inhaled, the more he knew he needed more of it. He had to have Sir’s magnificent cock in his mouth.
Sir Jack was pleased as his newly conditioned boy began to deep throat his big dick.
After some time, Sir Jack put his hand on Reese’s head and said, “That’s enough for now, boy. Your training isn’t done yet. Go ahead and take your clothes off.”
The obedient boy complied, following his Sir’s lead in stripping down completely.
“Now, I am going to suck you boy… but as I do, you’re gonna sniff these” – Sir Jack handed the boy his rank underwear, briefs that he had worn since before his workout at the gym this morning. “As you feel yourself becoming aroused from the blow job, this pleasure will begin to tie in more and more to the scent on them. To my scent. And soon, my scent will be enough to leave your dick rock hard and throbbing, without any additional help.”
Reece found the words becoming true: the more he sniffed, the more he found the smell arousing. The more he found the smell arousing, the more he wanted to sniff. And his dick did began to throb more and more as that smell became more and more arousing to him.
As that part of the training came to an end, Reece once again found himself craving his Sir’s musk directly from the source and again began to suck Sir Jack off.
The Sir laid back and enjoyed it, but would occasionally pipe in with another suggestion for the boy. Suggestions about how much spending time with all these smells made him crave getting fucked… how the more he smelled, the more relaxed his hole became, ready for Sir’s thick dick.
And it wasn’t long before Sir Jack had his boy properly rimmed and lubricated before they proceeded to fuck multiple times in multiple positions – and Reece loved that he now was such a good sniff pig for his Sir.
Noah stared out the window, feeling jealous of the guys he saw passing by on the way to the nearby gay bar. He himself was handsome, had a great job, and was a total catch – but often he felt wistful for a simpler life. “Look at them,” he thought. “So carefree. Leaving with a different guy every night and not even caring.”
He contemplated what his life might be like if he could just let go of his inhibitions. “Maybe I should search how to become more of a pig,” he mused to himself. But soon, curiosity got the better of him.
As he began playing “Desire to be a Pig” on his laptop, he quickly found himself relaxing to my voice..
He was pleasantly surprised at how easy it became for him to let go both to the pleasure of relaxation, and to his secret impulses. All his pretenses were fading away. Gone was the man who had been taught that image was everything; in his place, a man that knew that pleasure was everything.
His cock hardened as he imagined other men ready to fuck his chiseled physique. He craved a cock up his ass more than he ever had before, and it almost didn’t matter whose cock it was.
Afterwards, he looked out the window once again …but this time was different. It felt so good to look out and see a world of opportunities. Why should he care if he had to work the next morning? Just drink a bit of extra coffee. All his past excuses no longer seemed to matter, and he was in the perfect location to pop down to the gay bar and check out the night’s offerings. As long as both parties were willing, what was the harm in having a bit of fun?
And when those old excuses started to pop back into his head, he just listened to more hypnosis. He was becoming a total sex pig, and he loved it.
When he wasn’t hitting up the gay bar, he often could find someone on one of the apps. He loved to host, and when his latest flirt came through the open door, as instructed, they found Noah sitting in his robe… yet not at all trying to conceal himself. “Do you like what you see?”
“Yes….” they would always respond, often with a stammer. Many couldn’t believe they were lucky enough to be in the presence of such a hot stud. Twink or bear, daddy or pup, all were welcome – as long as they topped.
“Good. Follow me into the bedroom.” Noah’s robe would drop as he led the way and hopped onto bed.
Eager to be with such a hot stud, the lucky guy would begin stripping down himself…. but often not fast enough for Noah’s liking. This latest invite was especially nervous, fumbling as he tried to put on his condom. Once upon a time, Noah might have found the boy cute and the struggle endearing. But his inner sex pig had been unleashed, and now he was a hot stud craving that dick. He looked back to the young jock, simply asking “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
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