This story was originally a Patron exclusive published just as the pandemic was starting to hit. Now it’s free for all to enjoy as part of Flashback Fridays.
The two jocks looked wistfully out at the baseball field from the dugout. “I can’t believe the season is postponed,” J.T. bemused. “I wonder for how long.”
His teammate Cullen couldn’t help but sigh. “I know. I’m gonna get so out of shape without our practices. Staying at home just won’t be the same.”
“Why don’t you come stay with me? I have plenty of supplies and if we’re in it together, we can help each other work out from home.”
“Really? That’d be awesome!”
As the buddies worked out and lived together, Cullen found himself often questioning J.T.’s taste in music – even as those beats got in his head. Little did he realize that more than beats were getting in, for the changes being made to him just felt so natural and right. How had he never noticed how sexy J.T. was? How powerful he was? How strong he was? Sure, he knew the Alpha was a powerhouse player with a strong arm, but this was more than that. No girl had ever made him feel this way… as if he had no choice but to give in completely to his lust. And so he did.
This story was previously only available for Patrons but is now free for all as part of Flashback Fridays.
Karson was a bit of a tech wiz, but man did he struggle with topics like history that were just so boring to him. In fact, he was starting to fail a mandatory course at his college and getting worried about how he could pass. Then, a flash of brilliance washed over him.
“What’s this?” Mr. McDonnell asked as Karson handed him a DVD.
“It’s my presentation. A video project.”
“That wasn’t the assignment, Karson, but I will view it later. Go ahead and take your seat.”
And view it later Mr. McDonnell did, over and over again. ‘Wow, Karson is so talented with this stuff,’ he thought, unaware of the subliminal messaging.
The professor found himself so wowed by the video that he kept watching it again and again, the sublmiinals having made him addicted… and increasingly attracted to Karson.
Karson was still struggling in his class, but Mr. McDonnell was always pleased to see him there. He felt a special kinship with the student, and they began to chat more and more until Mr. McDonnell invited the young man over for dinner.
It didn’t take much for things to escalate as the two decided to watch another special DVD that Karson had brought over. The young twink smirked as his professor’s body began to grow limp beside him.
That’s it boy. Just stare at my red tie. The more you focus on the tie, the harder it becomes for you to focus on anything else. The more you concentrate on that tie, the more it fills up your mind. No more room for other thoughts. So hard to think. The tie takes control. Must obey the tie.
And yet, where does that tie lead? Go ahead, boy, and follow the tie down. Down to my bulge. Such a big bulge. The tie wants you to suck my dick. You want to obey the tie. You want to suck me. Go ahead, boy, and zip down my pants. Get a taste of that cock. From now on, you are going to crave its cum.
Good boy. That first taste felt so good, and I know that you already crave more.
But first, I want you to focus on my tie again. Focus on my tie even as I strip down. The more you focus on my tie, the more you need to slip off your own tie. Removing your tie removes your inhibitions. Just let go of your tie, and let go to me. Submit to my tie, and strip down even further.
It’s becoming harder and harder for you to resist. You simply must obey the tie.
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.
Tony had thought it was so wild running into his old teacher at the grocery store; he hadn’t seen Mr. Goetz since he had dropped out of school. Now he was a hustler and his old teach seemed interested in his services. Easy money just to be sucked off, right? He wasn’t expecting Mr. Goetz to have such strange taste in music, but at least it was very relaxing. It was so easy to feel all his blood pumping into his penis as he began to forget about everything else.
Wait, what was he doing there? He couldn’t remember as he truly was forgetting.
It didn’t matter. All he had to do right now was stare at Mr. Goetz’ cock. Dropouts like him shouldn’t think for themselves. They should let their teacher think for them. Just need to obey teach. Thinking was hard. His dick was hard. Might as well think with his dick. Teach is who made his dick hard. Might as well think what Teach says to think. His expression grew increasingly blank as his dick increasingly throbbed.
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.