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The paychecks cover my bills, but the perks keep me coming back. Boss is put together – mentally and physically. He’s a “take charge” guy with a get-it-done attitude – whether it’s concrete, carpentry, or cock-suckers.
He’s mentally and physically three steps ahead of everyone else, has a well-deserved cocky swagger, and he always has a plan to get exactly what he needs done on site… even when those needs mean thoroughly assessing the fuck holes of his subordinates. Boss is always in charge of everything.
He routinely inspects his team like he’s scrutinizing site details for shoddy workmanship.
His ass is on the line every day, so Boss demands high caliber, fit, union grunts – with perfect bodies and high caliber fuck holes – to ensure ALL site needs are met… including his own.
Boss requires all grunts to wear jocks (or no underwear at all) to make his overtime inspections quicker and easier.
He’s thorough but fair – meaning we get time-and-a-half overtime pay for draining his cock after the ass groping and dick handling we endure.
He controls our fuck holes during work hours and during these overtime sessions. He’s the epitome of a true alpha male.
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.
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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.