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Butler Boy

Parker had finished his workout for the day and was now doing some posing practice before his show. He had thrown all of his new free time into bodybuilding after he left the Marines. Another man walked near him in the gym mirror room. It's no big deal; it's open to everyone.

A man about the same age as Parker approached him and began complaining about Parker's body. Parker did not behave rudely, thanked the man. The man asked if Parker needed a job. Parker thanked him and said no. Now, alone with just the two of them, the man reframed and said, "I have a job for you."

For some reason, Parker found himself unable to move as he stood there, stuck in a full-body pose. What was happening, he thought to himself. The man then went on to say what job it was. He needed help around his house, a butler. He told Parker not to worry; he would take care of all of his needs.

Parker could not argue as the man told him he would end up being some sort of manservant. Parker got dressed and obeyed the man who told him to arrive at his house afterwards. Parker did and got into his truck and drove to the address.

The place was a massive country estate with a large old-style manor. As Parker packed in the front and walked in the door, he stood in the foyer waiting for the man.

When the man arrived, he told Parker to strip, and when he was naked, the man began to take measurements for his new uniform. Parker was nervous as hell. But he somehow obeys.

Once done, the man sent the measurements on his phone and began to give Parker a tour of the estate, still naked. The place was massive with a pool, gym, and kitchen. He showed Parker his new quarter, which was a dorm-style long hallway with a communal bathroom at the end of the hall with several doors on both sides. He told Parker that right now he is the only one, but soon there will be more help coming. He told Parker to go shower, and his uniform should be done.

Parker once cleaned up and walked back to his small room. A bed, a clothes hook, and that's it. Lying on the bed, his new uniform was a perfect black butler-style suit with a bowtie. Parker, unable to fight the urge, got dressed since he was naked; he had on no underwear under the suit. He also noticed the suit was almost skin tight on him. The fabric showed off his muscles while also hiding them. Once done, he looked at himself. He looked like a fucking butler.

There was also a single wireless earbud. As Parker placed that in his ear, it became clear as to its purpose, as a task manager to tell him what needs to be done next, and if the man needs anything. Of course, now that man might as well be his master since Parker basically became the man's live-in butler boy.

For the rest of the day, Parker cleaned the house and waited on his new owner. In the evening, it was revealed that there was another purpose for Parker. He did not know his suits pants had a slit in the back for access.

Parker found out when he was called into the library. After serving the master his drink and lighting his cigar, Parker was ordered to drop to his knees before the sitting man. He did without questioning and soon the man had pulled out his hard large dick. He then ordered Parker to suck it. The taste was horrible but Parker had no choice as he swallowed the whole dick in his mouth. He wanted to gag.

But what was next was worse. Parker was ordered to stand up and bend over the edge of the couch. While still in uniform Parker did and could feel the man lifting up his jacket and shirt so it was nothing but Parker large pant covered butt. That was when Parker found out there was an slit in the back for such a need.

The man slowly used a few fingers to loosen up Parker's hole. Soon, it was time for the main event. With one hard thrust, the man entered Parker. It was a pain Parker had never felt in his life before. Though it won't be the last. As the man thrusted in and out of his large, tight marine hole, Parker left something go. It was his free will.

Once the man had cum inside claiming the former marine as his butler boy Parker resistance was gone. He now enjoys cleaning and serving his master. There is a lot of work to do, but the master already told him he is planning on filling up the servants' quarters with more butler boys. Parker can't wait to meet his fellow manservants.

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Ravi and you existed in different social strata, he couldn't have any idea who the fuck are you to begin with

But he always replied to your chat

He always informed you his whereabouts

He always informed you his schedule for the day

He always let you borrow his clothing for you to sniff and jack off too

He always Venmo you some extra cash out of his own monthly allowance from his loaded parents

And he always pick up your video call when he's done with his workout, admiring him from the screen as he stripped and flexed for you before storming out to your dorm to fuck the shit out of you while still reeked from his workout

And yet when there's other people around while you two existed in the same social settings, it's like as if he has 0 idea who the fuck are you or let alone remember the way he jackhammered the entirety of his lengthy 9 incher tool deep inside your throat or bussy. But you're okay with it, you're even okay with the fact that Ravi can hookup with sexy blonde or brunette chicks in the middle of the frat party or retained a relationship with that boring track and field superstar Mandy, because in the end of the day, you're the one that is in control of him so you can simply rip him away from her if you want to. But the constant videos of Ravi bitchslapping and fucking the shit out of Mandy with no love and only hostility is just too good to enjoy, especially when you know Ravi treated you so tenderly and passionately. You simply are not envious at her or any other people because the best qualities of Ravi is only accessible for you and you only

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When in this state, they are usually very receptive towards any suggestion you give to them. I want him to retain that facade of straightness because his wife aka my boss is an heiress to a fucking diamond mine, but there's no fun if I don't change a thing so,

"Everytime you slide your cock into her hole, imagine her to be your wife's faggot PA you despised so much and you will only stop seeing her that way once you shoot your load. Do you understand that, Jack?"

He grunted, which means he understand the conditioning

"Oh, and one last thing, lay on your bed, bury your face on the pillow,"

Since my boss is still in a meeting for an hour in her study room upstairs, I guess I still have some time to split her husband open with my cock. Imagine how insane it is if I condition him as I impale his throat with my cock that everytime he swallows any food, it will feel like as if a cock lodged deep in his throat and he'll be hard as a rock all meal long. That's honestly quite extreme LOL, but I'll see what I will come up with for this homophobic douchebag

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Turn A Bully Into A Drone

The moment Ethan stepped into the empty locker room, he knew his plan had worked. The shower was running and there he was—Jace, his high school tormentor, standing under the water, his white dress shirt completely drenched and clinging to his muscular body while wearing black speedos. His chiseled abs and big, perky pecs were fully visible through the soaked fabric, and his face... Blank. Emotionless. Obedient.

Ethan's hands reached out and unbuttoned Jace's shirt, revealing his big pecs.

Ethan’s heart raced as he took in the sight. It had all led up to this. The months of planning, the late nights spent perfecting the nanorobots, the careful engineering to ensure they would only activate upon contact with Jace’s skin. He had spent years enduring Jace’s cruel pranks, his cocky smirks, and the way he strutted around the school like he owned it. Jace was feared by everyone, and this granted him the title of the leader of the most arrogant group of jocks.

But now he was standing motionless, allowing the nerd he used to bully to enjoy the sight of his muscular body.

It had been easy for Ethan. Despite being a troublemaker, Jace was the golden boy of the swim team and would spend hours in the pool every day. All Ethan had to do was introduce the microscopic machines into the water supply and let them do their work. The moment Jace dove in, the nanorobots detected their target and swarmed toward him, slipping through his pores, traveling through his bloodstream, and finally settling in his brain. They rewrote his brain cells, stripped away his arrogance, his free will, and molded him into exactly what Ethan wanted.—His personal drone.

And the proof was right there. A small tattoo of a triangle behind Jace’s ear—a mark left by the nanorobots once their work was complete. Ethan had spotted it this morning when Jace took a swim, when he stepped out of the pool, his usual swagger was gone, his movements just a little too stiffy, his eyes just a little too empty.

Ethan watched as the swimmers all went to the locker room, and went home after getting dressed. Jace was the only one who stayed behind.

And now, here he was, standing under the shower, waiting for Ethan just like the nanorobots were programmed to do.

Ethan stepped forward and reached out, slowly pressing his palm against Jace’s broad, wet chest, feeling the firm warmth beneath the wet skin. Jace had always been built, his swimmer’s body honed to perfection. He would have never allowed a guy like Ethan to touch him, but now there was no resistance, no cocky smirk, no taunting insult. Just stillness.

Ethan let his fingers roam lower, finding one of Jace’s nipples. He gave it a testing pinch, rolling it between his fingers. Jace shuddered. A small, involuntary gasp slipped from his lips, but he didn’t move away.

“You like that? You arrogant prick,” Ethan murmured, squeezing his pecs harder. “From now on, these are mine. You understand?”

Jace’s lips parted. “Yes… Master. These pecs are yours.” His voice was distant, dreamy, like a zombie.

The triangle mark on his neck glowed with blue light for a few seconds, indicating that a new command had been installed in Jace's brain.

Ethan grinned. “You’re gonna be my obedient toy now, Jace. No more bullying, no more acting like you’re better than me. From now on, you’re gonna crave my touch.” His hands moved with purpose, pinching both of Jace’s nipples and twisting. Hard. Jace let out a strangled moan, his legs trembling. Ethan felt a rush of power, of pure satisfaction. This was what he deserved.

Before, Jace would have punched Ethan just for looking at his pecs. Now, all Jace could think about was how those slabs of muscles on his chest weren't his anymore, but now belonged to Ethan.

“My touch makes you so horny,” Ethan cooed, rubbing slow circles around Jace’s hardened buds. “Your pecs are so sensitive now. So sensitive that from now on, you can only cum when I play with them.”

The triangle mark glowed again, Jace gasped, his entire body quivering under the shower’s stream. “Please…”

Ethan smirked. “Please what?”

"Please make me cum, Master!" Jace let out a desperate whimper, but Ethan wasn’t feeling generous. He pinched harder, twisting cruelly, and Jace let out a deep, shuddering moan. His whole body tensed, and his cock thobbed inside his tight speedos—then he came, his face contorted in helpless pleasure.

Ethan chuckled, stepping back to admire his work. Jace stood there, panting, his dick printed in his speedos, still leaking cum. The triangle mark behind his ear was a permanent reminder of who he belonged to now.

“You're such a pervert, Jace. Now kneel and suck me off. Play with your nipples as you do it.” Ethan ordered.

The triangle was glowing again, Jace’s blank eyes slowly focused on him, and for the first time in his life, there was no arrogance, no cruelty—just need. Desperation.

And from that day on, Jace changed. He stopped shoving Ethan in the hallways, stopped laughing at him with his friends. Instead, he was always walking beside Ethan, his eyes pleading, wanting him to play with his pecs all the time. And Ethan would whenever he wanted.

Ethan would use Jace's pecs to jerk off, suck, or simply to torture the once-arrogant jock. One time, Ethan used a waterproof marker to write 'Owned by Ethan' on Jace's chest just before his turn in a swimming competition. It became the school's only talk for a whole week. It was all anyone at school talked about for a whole week.

Ethan even made Jace kneel in front of him in the hallway and beg him to play with his "tits" right in front of his jock friends... let's say he wasn't their leader anymore after that day, but Jace couldn't care less, all he cared about was Ethan using his pecs for his pleasure.

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Seven years had passed since high school, and Ethan had long since moved on from his past with Jace. The nanorobots, however, had not. They remained nestled deep in Jace’s brain, an unseen force that still bound him to the programming Ethan had left behind. Ethan wasn’t cruel—he had allowed Jace to live his life normally. He could date, he could have sex, he could go about his days as if nothing had changed. But there was one thing he could never escape: he could only orgasm when playing with his pecs and thinking of Ethan.

It had been a failsafe. A final act of control that ensured, no matter where life took Jace, he would always belong to Ethan in some way.

Ethan had thrived since high school. College had been a playground for him—his intelligence, his experiments, and his confidence had expanded. In just a few months of college, the hottest jocks also displayed a triangle mark on their necks. Ethan had built an empire of control. A harem of jock drones, each under his influence in one way or another, devoted to him in mind and body. Ethan was living his fantasy.

And then, one afternoon at the beach, he saw him.

Jace was out in the ocean, carving through the waves on a surfboard with practiced ease. He had become a surfing instructor, and the years had only made him more impressive—He wore a tight surfing fit: a tight-sleeved compression shirt unzipped just enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of his pecs and compression pants that clung to every sculpted muscle, outlining the power he carried between his legs. Ethan smirked. Jace was still as hot as he was in High School.

Ethan watched from the shore as Jace finished his lesson and walked up the beach, shaking out his wet hair. When their eyes met, recognition dawned in Jace’s face, followed by a wide, genuine grin.

“Ethan! Damn, it’s been forever, man!”

Jace’s voice was warm and genuine. He gave Ethan a tight hug, burying his face between his pecs... whether intentional or not, Ethan wasn't complaining.

If Ethan didn’t know better, he would’ve thought the years had erased the past. But he knew. He knew because Jace’s eyes lingered on him just a second too long, because the way Jace's pecs flexed with his face buried between them, told Ethan that deep down, the nanorobots were still just as strong in his brain as seven years go.

“Jace,” Ethan greeted, pulling his face away from Jace's pecs, pretending at camaraderie. “You look good.”

Jace laughed, wiping sweat from his brow. “Thanks. You too, though. You look... different.”

Ethan smirked. “Yeah, life’s been good to me.”

They caught up for a bit. Jace seemed completely normal. He had a job now, a life, a routine. In High School, Ethan always thought Jace would end up in a gang or having a shitty life, but thanks to the work the nanorobots did to his brain, Jace had a second chance in life... even if he was a mindless drone now.

But Ethan knew better, as normal Jace looked now, he was just a ticking time bomb waiting for the right command. And then, casually, as if he were simply making an observation, Ethan said.

“Activate Standby Mode.”

Jace stopped mid-sentence and the mark on his neck glowed. His muscles stiffened, and then—nothing. His arms hung loosely at his sides, his chest rising and falling in slow breaths. His face, once animated with conversation, went blank. Emotionless. His eyes stared ahead, unfocused, waiting.

Ethan took a step forward, tilting his head as he observed his former bully, now reduced to a mere puppet again, after seven years. He ran a finger along Jace’s chest, watching for any sign of resistance. There was none.

He reached for Jace's bulge and gave it a slight squeeze. “I missed playing with you, Jace,” Ethan murmured. Jace remained still, completely at his mercy. Ethan’s smirk widened. After all these years, Jace was still his. "You see Jace... I turned into a drone almost every hot jock at my school, yet, none of them had such perfect pecs like you."

And now, it was time to remind him of that fact. "Follow me."

Ethan led Jace away from the beach, guiding him toward the rocky outcrop where Ethan would have the privacy he needed. Jace followed obediently, moving without hesitation, his gaze vacant. He was still deep in standby mode, awaiting only Ethan’s next command.

When they reached the secluded area behind some rocks, Ethan pushed Jace down against the stone, positioning him just as he wanted. Ethan unzipped the tight, long-sleeved compression shirt, peeling it open to fully reveal Jace’s sculpted pecs that he missed so much, then he pulled down Jace's compression pants, revealing his tight black speedos.

The sight made Ethan hard—Jace’s blank face, his perfect, meaty chest and the massive bulge in his speedos... Suddenly, all the memories of the fun he had with Jace in high school started to flood back.

Ethan climbed onto Jace’s lap, his legs straddling the thick thighs beneath him. He gently pressed his palms against Jace’s pecs, kneading the firm flesh before lowering his mouth to one of the stiff nipples. He licked at it first, tasting the salt on Jace’s skin before closing his lips around the nub, sucking hungrily.

Jace remained motionless, his breath deep and steady. Ethan soon felt the twitch beneath him, the involuntary jerk of Jace’s cock pressing harder against his ass through the tight speedos. Smirking, Ethan bit down on Jace’s nipple, twisting the other between his fingers as he felt the cock beneath him throb in response.

“I see my command is still holding strong,” Ethan murmured against Jace’s chest before moving to the other nipple, sucking, biting, and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Each movement sent an electric pulse down to Jace’s cock, making it strain harder against its confines.

Ethan reached down, tugging down the waistband of Jace’s speedos. His thick, heavy cock sprang free, standing rigid and leaking.

Jace was too big—9 Inches hard. Ethan would need lube to take him fully. That's when Ethan remembered about a special command he would often use during High School. Would that still work? He asked himself. There was only one way to find out.

"Activate lube production mode," Ethan said. He waited a few seconds, a wicked grin formed on his face when he started to see a transparent sticky liquid oozing out of Jace's nipples.

During High School, Ethan would often pull Jace to a secluded room and fuck himself on Jace's big cock. To make it easier, Ethan gave the nanorobots a trigger word to produce a cum-enhanced lube that would be produced by Jace's pecs.

Ethan had completely forgotten about this trick until now, and he began to wonder what else he might be forgetting...

Ethan gave Jace's pecs a squeeze, making the transparent slippery liquid ooze faster. He then put some on his hand and coated Jace's dick with the natural lube.

Ethan’s own arousal was unbearable now, his own cock aching as he positioned his ass over Jace’s slippery shaft. With one slow movement, he sank down onto it, letting Jace's cock stretch him open.

A moan tore from Ethan’s lips as he adjusted, his hands bracing against Jace’s chest. The thick cock inside him pulsed, but Jace’s face remained blank, obediently waiting for direction. That only made Ethan hotter. He rocked his hips, setting a slow, deep rhythm, his fingers never leaving Jace’s pecs, smearing the slippery lube all over his chest making it glisten. Each time Ethan twisted or pinched a nipple, the cock inside him throbbed, reacting as if the sensations were directly wired together... Ethan knew they were.

Ethan rode him harder, his moans turning into gasps. He ground his hips, his fingers working Jace’s pecs mercilessly, alternating between soft caresses and sharp twists that made Jace’s cock throb uncontrollably inside him.

Ethan was close. His own cock twitched between them, untouched but fully ready to explode. He bit down on Jace’s left nipple and moaned as his orgasm hit him like a shockwave. His cum spilled in thick ropes over Jace’s chest, painting those perfect pecs in his release.

As his orgasm ceased, he grinned wickedly as Jace’s body jerked beneath him, his cock throbbing before spilling deep inside Ethan, his load pumping out in response to Ethan's command written into his very being.

Ethan sat there for a moment, still impaled on Jace’s cock, watching the way the cum dripped down his pecs and mindless face. He dragged his fingers through it and inserted one finger inside Jace's mouth with satisfaction.

“I'm never letting you go again,” Ethan whispered, pressing a final kiss to Jace’s agape mouth.

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Ethan made his way to his personal gym, a massive space inside his mansion filled with state-of-the-art equipment and his favorite drone.

The moment he stepped inside, his eyes fell on Jace, standing frozen with his eyes open in the middle of the gym. Every night, before heading to bed, Ethan would shut down the nanorobots inside Jace, leaving him stuck like statue all night.

Ethan approached with a smirk, trailing his fingers along Jace’s broad back before stepping in front of him and gripping the bottom of his tight gym shirt and lifting it, revealing Jace's thick, heavy slabs of muscle that Ethan had grown obsessed with. His pecs, round and full, just waiting for inspection.

“Good morning, Jace,” Ethan said. His hands roamed over the meaty curves, squeezing them, testing their softness. The warmth of Jace’s body and the scent of sweat were pure addiction to Ethan. He leaned in, tracing his tongue around the stiff nub of Jace’s nipple before pulling it into his mouth, sucking greedily. Jace remained in sleep mode, his face blank, his body completely still except for the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath.

Ethan gave the soft flesh a few gentle bites, just enough to leave teeth marks for a few days. He then flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, his fingers teasing and twisting the other, eliciting a soft, involuntary grunt from Jace. The connection was undeniable—every pinch, every squeeze sent a pulse straight to Jace’s cock, hardening him instantly. Ethan smirked against his pec—Jace's body still responded to the command even when his brain was turned off.

“They're getting bigger, you're doing a good job at working out your pecs,” he praised, dragging his teeth lightly against Jace’s nipples before switching to the other side, giving it equal worship. Jace’s body responded even without conscious thought, his muscles twitching under Ethan’s control. This was his pec drone now—his to touch, to taste, to use. And Ethan had no intention of ever letting him go again.

"Turn off sleeping mode. Activate loving boyfriend mode."

The triangle mark on Jace's neck started glowing.

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Michele The Puppet

Michele Morrone French star has by the inch of a yard agreed to sign up for my next big major project that I promise to make him a huge star worldwide but he was hesitant at first. Flying to the busiest airport in Los Angeles at record speed he is side by side within a week or so knocking on the door as I swing it open to let him and he walks in with this look arrogance. He takes a seat behind my desk as I offer my hand to shake his firmly making eye to eye contact with him as he gets a heavily suspicious by my actions it following me accordingly. We shake as aura of light is now washing surrounding them as it glows up with love unknowingly be surrenders to me with a mind he utterly

It’s time for chemistry test as I have him in the hallway to wait for him calling my first slave to join him as he stood with the script in his and Michel sits across from him ready and willing as he puts on a performance.He has no idea as the camera pans even closer to him the glow of light makes his irises light up excitedly shaking him out of control with his mind spinning over a thin needle. He is stopping mindlessly standing up as he is staring mindlessly at the wall falling deep under my control as my other slave hands me a remote and I point it at him pressing play as he comes to life. I find myself stir in a baffle of laughter barrels from my body as I gleeful enjoy the power of my voice press command as he stands obediently under my power.

“Oh Michele”

“You were right”

“You should be suspicious “

“Strip for me”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Address me as Master”

“Yes Master”

“Fall to your knees”

“Kneel for me”

“Yes Master”

“Undo my pants”

“Slip my under pants down”

“Yes Master”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course Master”

“You are my God”

“Rise up to your feet”

“Go work out”

“Yes Master”

“I am going to take a look while you are it”

“Yes Master”

“This ass is tight”

“Pec perfect “

“I love to you feel you up”

“Feel away”

“Like you have a choice “

“Work out harder”

“Dance for me”

“Pump harder “

“Pose”

“Show off”

“Move that body”

“Bust a move”

“Shake that ass”

“Hot! Use me “

“You are madly in love with me”

“Flex”

“Pose”

“Flex”

“Pose”

“Good boi”

“Do a dance”

“I want you so bad”

“Spread those cheeks”

“I want to make you hard”

“Bet you can’t”

“Loving you “

“Are you happy to see me or what?”

“Give me a push up”

“90 of them “

“20 more”

“Give me a back flip”

“Another “

“Fuck that body “

“Fuck off”

“Don’t move”

“Don’t go”

“Why?”

“I can’t stop”

“Show me your body

“Pose babe “

“You are my product “

“My slave “

“My creation”

“Dance that ass”

“Make me get off”

“With love”

“All pleasure “

“Rock my body “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“I crave you “

“This is my everything “

Why don’t you marry me?”

“I would in a heartbeat”

“Be my muscle bitch”

The end

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The Proud Marine

The Marine bit his lip as he took a bathroom selfie at the military base he was currently stationed at and living at. The text message is from the marine’s friend. Well, that is what he has to call him he is the marine’s fucking nightmare. It started back when the marine was in the last few weeks of high school. He had already enlisted and he was enjoying life. When during prom he was cornered in the bathroom by the class nerd.

The marine never was an ass hole and had been nice to the nerd or his more current name His “Friend”. The Friend helps up with a strange-looking medal he said was in his family for years. The marine looked at it and the way it reflects the light had a strange effect on him. He was going to ask what was happening but found he could not as he stared at it. The Friend then told him to hand him his phone. The marine did without thinking and the friend put in his number. He then told him to enjoy his last night of freedom.

  With that, the Marine came too when the door to the bathroom opened up, and in came some new people. What the hell happened he thought to himself, must have been a bad dream. So he went back to the dance.

The next day he saw a text message from that friend of his. He looked at it and all it had was an address and for him to arrive there. He felt a sudden urge to obey and soon he was driving there. When he arrived at the address it was a house and he knocked on the door with a confused look on his face. The guy from yesterday his new Friend was there and he looked so happy.

He quickly ushered the marine in and shut the door. The marine future Friend which even then the marine did not know why that was the only name he could think of for this man. He did know his real name but he could not say it or think it. The friend leads the marine to his bedroom and shut the door. He then starred at the marine. He said how he could not wait for this to happen and he wished he could have used it before the marine had enlisted. But he figures he has a few weeks to enjoy this.

  With that, he told the marine not to move or make a sound. He also told him to enjoy this and with that, the man started to molest the marine. He felt up his hard muscle body. He felt his chest and his arms. He seemed to really like rubbing and feeling the marines legs and his backside and especially his ass. He then told the marine to start to flex his body. With the muscles flexed the friend was over the moon with excitement. He then sat down on the bed and told the marine to lose the shirt but put on a nice posing show.

  The Marine without a second to think took his shirt off and began to pose like he has seen so many bodybuilders and guys at the gym doing. The Friend was loving it given his tenting shorts. He then told the marine to remove his pants and to flex still. The marine dropped his pants and was standing there in his underwear flexing like an idiot.

  Back to the present with the marine taking his selfie he remembered how his friend that first day verbally degrade himself while he was flexing and ended up making him suck him off and the marine remembers when his friend started to open up his hole. The friend told him that he would take his ass before he would ship out in 2 weeks. The marine thinking back to that day used to be so embarrassed by it but in hid sight it was nothing compared to what His friend has made him do since then.

  A few more weeks later the Marine was leaving the base to enjoy what most would say is freedom. For him, it is now permanent slavery at the hands of his friend. As he got into his car to drive off to his friend’s place where he would be probably spending the rest of his life being used as the man’s sex slave and toy. The marine sent a text message to his friend with him smiling. His friend told him when he ordered the marine to not re-enlist to be happy about it. Even if he was not. That was the power he had over the marine.

After that, it was a short drive to his friend’s house. Once there the marine with his single bag walked up to the door and knocked on it. He was wondering what would His friend do first to him. The last time he was on leave the friend had the marine walk around the house naked. Well, he did have his underwear on but not in the normal way. The Friend told him to wear it over his head. With the flyover his face so if the marine had to give a blow job he could. But over then that he was blind with his boxers covering his head.

  It was so embarrassing not only was he naked and having to wait on his friend like a butler all day but it was hard to see since the fabric made it difficult to see.

  More recently on his last time on leave, his friend had him wear a pair of bright pink panties, a garter belt, and a bra under his normal clothes while he was out visiting some old friends. The marine was so humiliated he wanted to cry but if he did what would it do. Expose him to everyone.

One other time the Friend had the marine give himself wedgies. It was odd but at the same point, it was an impressive way to show the marine just how much control the Friend had over him. The control to have the stud pull his underwear so far up his ass and hurt himself.

  The worst was one time the friend had him get a tattoo. It was under any other situations been ok. The tattoo was nothing special but the point was to have the marine branded by his friend. Just a small little symbol on his right lower ass cheek. The marine told any other marine that it was a drunk dare. But to the marine the symbolics of it was clear. He was owned and now branded like some bull by a ranch.

  But whatever is going to happen will happen. The Marine parked his car and got out and using his spare key opened the door and stripped down the moment he walked into the house. That was one of the many rules that will now run his life. He stripped down and walked into the living room and took up his friend’s favorite pose in just his boxers. With one deep breath, he was getting ready for the rest of his life like this.

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Story: Dust and Spirals

They always had the most interesting theses at the back most bookshelves in the library, it’s a gold mine for topics I could use for my own thesis for the presentation in a month. Although, who would have thought that I’d find two that worked well together.

From the psychology section, “Externally induced heightened focus and concentration on an individual affects suggestibility.”

And from the biology section, “Invasive plant as a cognitive enhancer.”

Neither of these would help me with the presentation but I had the time to spare before I had to get started on it. I got started skimming through the two theses books, both of them showed the research and that their hypotheses were proven true. In the case for the psychology thesis, they mostly interviewed people who took or were around people who were taking cognitive enhancers and the like; nearly all of them didn’t question when they were given tasks to complete.

Meanwhile, a local invasive plant, after numerous tests, gave off the same effects as the constant cognitive enhancer in minute doses. Lastly, it notes that the powder is quite potent in larger quantities especially when taken through inhalation. Another intriguing thing here is that someone even said that spiral like patterns caused them to hyper focus on it for a period of time.

Of course, these two together lead to one thing, hypnosis. The research for that kind of conclusion was all here and it was something that I could feasibly do, all that was needed was to find the plant itself. After a quick web search, the plant itself was quite distinct and could normally be found near buildings. Honestly, the moment I looked at a corner outside the library, I found the plant that I was looking for growing through the tiny cracks in the concrete. To wage war against these invasive species, I yanked as much of the plant as I could find and took them with me.

As much as I hate to admit it, I already had a person in mind to use this while I was grinding the leaves into a fine powder. Marceli is one of the apartment owners that’s been causing a stir around here lately, the people below him could hear the sound of his weights being dropped to the floor (which turns out that he doesn’t have any foam to cushion it) and usually blasting his workout music in the morning. He didn’t stop after the complaints started to roll in and that’s how people started talking.

Once I slid the leaf powder into a plastic bag, I started to look up the most distracting spiral gif I could find online. If this plan fails and if this spiral gives me an extra second to run, then it was worth it. There was no way I wasn’t getting beat up after I blew grounded leaf dust in his face. Lastly, was a surgical mask, I have to put it on after using the powder in the off chance that I might inhale too much of it too.

As I walked up to Marceli’s apartment door, I could already hear his music from across the way. People were not happy as they shot glares at his door as they passed by. Once I made sure that no else was around, I knocked on his door. The music was still going as I could hear footsteps coming closer, I had to cover one of my ears once he opened the door, it was like a concert in there…

I opened my phone, the gif at the ready and with my other hand, it digs into the bag to grab a handful of powder.

“What?” He asked bluntly.

First, I inhaled before holding the hand filled with powder close to my lips before puffing out air, I held my breath until I got my mask on. He was trying to rub it out of his face, so I took out my phone as he was letting out profanities. When he does open his eyes, his anger immediately fades as he stares at the spiral clip on my phone intently. I let him look at it for a while before drawing it away, but he didn't react…

I swallow. “Can I come in?”

Almost robotically, he steps aside and weakly gestures to me to get inside. So I do and he closes the door behind me, half expecting that he snaps out of it and proceeds to beat me up but it never comes. My eyes widened when I noticed a line of drool slides out of his lips, I was beginning to understand how potent this plant actually was. But I had more issues to deal with first…

“Can you turn off the music?” I asked.

“Music off.” He uttered loudly and the music immediately died down.

In the newfound silence, I began to inspect Marceli, he didn't react in the slightest when I waved my hand in front of his face. Neither did he even try to look at me when I looked around his apartment. I found the weights that people were talking about, along with the very obvious cracks on the floor around it, it looks like it was being used, then again, that explains why he would be shirtless. I wonder…

“Hey, Marceli, flex.” I ordered.

I was not expecting him to actually do it, but I couldn’t deny how giddy I felt when he did. Well, I might as well address people’s problems while I still can…

“It’s time for you to buy some foam for your weights and a headset for your music, Marceli, you should buy them now.” I had to force whatever I say as a command since I wasn’t sure if he’d follow what I say otherwise.

He nodded at me before walking towards his phone and began to tap away on it. Looking over his shoulder, he was placing orders for multiple foam mats and was about to place another order for one set of headphones. Seeing the brand that he was about to buy, I couldn’t help myself.

“Buy one for me too.” I added, he doesn’t reply but he places two orders for it before approving his order and immediately paying for them online. Once he is done, he stands idly, likely waiting for new orders. I already let my deviousness do the talking, so I might as well go all the way…

“Marceli, you will not obey anyone else’s orders besides mine and you will treat me like I’m your closest friend but you will act like yourself around everyone else. Clear?”

He nods obediently.

“Yes…” He replied robotically.

I smirk, “I think we’re about to have some fun together, Marceli.” I added as I placed my arm over his shoulder.

“Yes…” He repeated.

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MY PROTECTOR

Suddenly the model from the magazine ad was looming in front of me on the door step.

“Not here!” I screamed at the genie. “Inside.”

I looked both ways quickly, noticing my new friend was catching stares. Fortunately, no one could see Shabaz.

“You wished for a guardian angel… here he is!” insisted the Genie. “No one will mess with you while he’s around.”

I stepped up to the strapping man in the tight underwear. He looked forward blankly, his double-barrel chest rising and falling calmly.

“Oh, he’s alive,” the Genie clarified, “but he’s just an instrument. Anything he does, it’s because you think it. Any thoughts he has, they are because you give them to him.”

“Okay,” I mumble, thinking for a second.

The model turns robotically towards the door, twists the handle, and walks in. Shabaz and I follow.

As we enter the living room, the man stops and turns towards me. His expression remains neutral.

“So whatever I want… whoever I want him to be… that’s who he is?” I say hesitantly.

“Precisely,” the Genie answers back. “And if you ever need me to step in…” – he looks the hunk up and down – “It would be my pleasure.”

I have an idea.

The man’s eyes narrow in concentration and he steps forward menacingly. His hand stretches outward and fits tightly around my neck. Using his strong pelvis, he wedges my body up against the wall. I feel his erection stabbing against my stomach.

His other arm swings upward in a tight flex and he smiles, watching me watch him.

“You like that, maggot?” he hisses with other hand still gripping my neck, channeling one of the asshole jocks from my school. He leans into me, bringing his lips close to mine, then belts out a forceful belch.

“This is what you want?” the Genie asks.

The bully under my control turns his face to the Genie. “Yeah. And if you don’t want to watch, you can leave.”

“I’m good,” the Genie says with a smirk.

The large man turns his face back to me and flexes his arm again, pushing his armpit into my face. “Lick it, scum,” he demands.

His yanks me by the neck into his arm pit and moans in pleasure as I take a big whiff. He has a dank, musky stench… because I want him to. Happily, I begin to lap up the sweat in his pit.

He grunts approvingly. “Good boy… gooood.”

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me to the couch. Twisting around, he pulls down his underwear and leans over the couch, forcing my head deep within his ass.

“Now eat it.”

I breathe him in and my tongue goes to work, relishing the taste of his tight hole.

“That feels amazing, boy,” he gulps out, appreciating my handiwork.

I turn to Shabaz with a smirk. “Do you think that’s enough for you to go by?”

The Genie brightens. “Really?”

The muscle-bound beauty, now with a cock swagger, rises from the couch and takes off his underwear. He crosses to Shabaz, thrilled with the prospect of inhabiting a body (if only for a while).

“Hop in,” I say.

I watch the Genie step into the beefcake in front of him, and the man’s expression startles. He displays a few proud poses.

“This is fucking awesome!” he cries in the man’s rough voice. Then his face shifts back into a cocky smirk as he picks up the man’s dirty underwear and breathes the musk into his lungs. “That’s the smell of a real fucking man.”

“This is exactly who I want him to be,” I say. “This is my protector.”

The man, possessed by the Genie, narrows his eyes. “Bend over, faggot,” he says icily, pumping his cock. “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.”

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Dan noticed that the creepy old nerd walked in to his sanctuary and his whole body shivered in instance. Mr. Crofft grinned at the sight of all the muscle men working out on the gym floor and with just a simple click of his finger, almost 80% of the gymgoers froze in their place. Dan is not one of them, and he's pretty much surprised with the sight he's witnessing

"W--what the fuck? They're all under your control too?"

"Well yes, my boy. Everyone that looked down on me eventually succumbed to me and my whims. But I set things differently for my top guys, like you,"

Hidden in that statement of his, lies another thing that triggered most of the people left behind that didn't fall under Mr. Crofft's click as Dan realized the panicked and confused look shown by the rest of the people that survived the first phase went soft and docile.

"You're a fucking monster, Mr. Crofft. You won't get away with this,"

"Oh I'm afraid I already got away with this for too long, you silly beefcake,"

And just like that, Dan's resistance is over as his muscular arms slumped to his side and his eyes looked blank despite the wide smile programmed by Mr. Crofft to be shown by all his muscle puppet

"Strip to your underwear. Let me check on you and your progress,"

Dan takes off his tanktop and shorts to reveal a shredded physique with nice balance of muscle distribution.

"Flex, let me take my measurement tape and see how big your biceps, triceps and the rest of your body,"

And with no pause, Dan flexed his arms as he remained staring blankly to the mirror, his body groped, prodded and even showered with Mr. Crofft's piss and cum as the old man practically treated the aspiring young jock like a mere ragclothes for him to wear how he pleases and discarded once he finished. When Mr. Crofft leave the gym premise, all the men released from his influence and returned to do their normal routine, Dan found himself under the running shower with no recollection how on Earth he ended there, probably pushing himself too hard to do his workout until he blacked out, he thought to himself

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The Tutor

I never imagined my first real experiment would be with Aiden Cruz.

A guy like him—intimidating at first glance, but surprisingly polite—wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I developed the serum. I always thought my first test subject would be some random thug, someone who deserved to have their mind turned into useless mush.

But Aiden? He was different And that’s exactly why I chose him.

It started with a simple tutoring gig. I was a nerdy college student just looking for a side hustle. Science was my thing, and I didn’t mind helping students out for extra cash, especially if they were willing to pay well.

Aiden was a criminology major, and he wasn’t exactly failing, but he needed help with his research paper. The guy was always in the gym, always training, always moving. He wasn’t the type to sit down and write for hours.

So when he found out I was available, he sent me a message.

“Bro, you do tutoring? Need help with this damn research paper. Got cash, just name your price.”

His messages were always short and to the point—just like what you'd expect him to be

That’s when I had the idea.

See, I’d been working on something—a neurological erasure serum. A drug designed to turn a person’s brain into a useless pile of goo while keeping their body fully functional. It started as a theoretical experiment, but curiosity got the best of me. I had finally perfected it.

But I needed a real test subject. Someone strong. Durable.

And Aiden?

He was perfect.

I told him I’d help, but I preferred tutoring at my place; quieter, fewer distractions. Aiden, being the chill guy he was, didn’t even question it.

“Cool, bro. I’ll swing by later.”

That was it. No hesitation. No suspicion.

I prepared everything—set up my laptop, cleaned my desk, and most importantly… spiked his protein shake.

Aiden was a fitness freak. I knew he wouldn’t turn down a supplement boost, so I made it look real—a proper protein mix, just laced with my serum.

When Aiden stepped into my place, I was immediately reminded of how casual yet intimidating he was.

He wore a simple sleeveless shirt and a jacket, thick enough to hint at the muscle underneath. But from a distance, he looked like a typical lean college guy, but up close?

You could tell.

he removed his jacket for his comfort, revealing his muscled arms. His arms were solid, veins lightly visible beneath his skin. His chest pushed against the fabric, and when he moved, his muscles shifted slightly, hinting at power.

He dropped his bag on my floor, glancing around. “Yo, nice place.”

I swallowed. “Uh, thanks.”

He pulled out a chair and sat down, stretching his arms with a sigh. “So, where do we start?”

I cleared my throat. “Uh, you said you’re working on a criminology research paper?”

“Yeah.” He scratched his head. “Shit’s boring as hell, bro. I’d rather be working out.”

I chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, I figured…”

We actually worked for a while. A couple of hours, even. I helped him structure his arguments, fix up citations, and even explained some of the theories he barely paid attention to in class.

At first, Aiden was restless. His knee bounced under the table, his fingers drummed against his notebook, and he sighed a lot.

But over time, he got into it.

I caught him nodding along, genuinely thinking about what I was saying. It was weird seeing him so focused.

At some point, Aiden leaned back, stretching his arms over his head with a grunt. “Damn, bro… it’s hot as hell in here.”

I blinked. “Uh, is it?”

Aiden fanned himself with his hand. “Shit, man, I dunno if it’s just me, but I’m sweating.”

I hadn’t really noticed—until he pointed it out. There was a sheen of sweat on his arms, making his skin glisten slightly.

Then, without hesitation, Aiden grabbed the hem of his compression shirt and pulled it off.

I swear, for a second, my brain just stopped working.

His torso was… something else.

Lean, yet solid. His pecs were well-defined, his abs sculpted, and his skin smooth except for a light dusting of hair near his lower abdomen.

He sighed in relief, tossing the shirt onto the back of his chair. “Much better.”

I forced myself to look away. “Uh, yeah. I guess it’s a little warm…”

Aiden stretched his arms again, then smirked. “Bet you don’t sweat much, huh? No offense, bro, but you look like you avoid the gym like the plague.”

I laughed nervously. “Y-Yeah, uh… working out isn’t really my thing.”

He grinned. “Man, you should try it. Bet you’d get some gains if you actually trained.”

That’s when the idea hit me.

I hesitated, then casually said, “Actually, I’ve been working on something. A… uh, smart supplement.”

Aiden raised a brow. “Smart supplement?”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah! It’s, uh… a performance enhancer. Helps with muscle recovery and, you know… focus.”

He hummed, thinking. “That so?”

I pulled out the protein shake, heart racing. “Wanna try it?”

Aiden gave it a skeptical look. “You made this?”

“Yeah! It’s just, um… experimental.”

Aiden snorted. “Bro, you tryna turn me into some test monkey?”

I chuckled awkwardly. “N-No! I mean, well, sort of… but not in a bad way! Just, you know, feedback and stuff.”

He sighed, then shrugged. “Eh, screw it. Why not?”

I held my breath as he grabbed the bottle, twisted off the cap, and took a long sip.

At first, nothing happened.

He smacked his lips. “Tastes… kinda weird.”

Then, slowly, his expression changed.

Aiden blinked.

His fingers twitched.

His broad shoulders stiffened.

His breathing hitched.

“Yo…” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Why’s my head feel heavy…?”

I said nothing.

He exhaled sharply, shifting in his seat. “Bro, this shit hittin’ weird. What was in that?”

His words slurred.

His muscles twitched.

Then, before he could say another word—

His body seized.

Aiden jerked violently, knocking over his chair as he collapsed onto his knees. His hands clawed at his head, his breath turning ragged.

I backed away, eyes wide.

“It’s working…” I whispered.

A deep, wet gurgle left Aiden’s throat. His body convulsed, arms locking up in unnatural positions. Veins bulged, sweat dripping down his temples.

Then came the drool.

Thick, viscous strands leaked from his mouth, trailing down his chin. His lips trembled, his eyes rolling back as his body shook violently.

Then—

The goo.

A dark, gelatinous substance seeped from his ears, trailing down his jaw. His brain; his thoughts, his memories, his intelligence; was melting.

I clutched my chest, my breath shallow. Then Aiden twitched one last time before suddenly going still.

The moment Aiden’s body finally stopped convulsing, the room fell into an eerie silence. His muscular form lay sprawled out on the floor, his limbs twitching slightly as the last remnants of his former self faded away. His eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, his mouth slightly open with a thin trail of drool running down his cheek. The air was thick with a mix of sweat and something darker, something almost unnatural. My heart was still hammering in my chest, but as I took a shaky step toward him, a slow realization settled in—Aiden was mine now.

"Aiden…?" I murmured, kneeling beside him. No response, of course. His head lolled slightly, his lips parting as a low, guttural moan escaped. I watched in fascination, gently nudging his jaw up with my fingers. He was still warm, still breathing, but there was nothing behind those eyes. A shell. A body with no mind. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for his cheek, pressing against the firm flesh. He felt… real, solid, human. And yet, he wasn’t anymore.

I let out a breath, a mix of exhilaration and unease. "Alright, big guy. Let’s see if you can still move," I whispered to myself, grabbing his broad shoulders and shifting him upright. His muscles were stiff, resisting at first before going slack again. I adjusted my grip, sliding my hands down to his arms and lifting them up, forcing his entire body to follow. With a slow, deliberate motion, I pulled him into a standing position, his legs locking into place like a mannequin being propped up. His head bobbed forward, his lips parting as another sluggish moan slipped from his throat. "Nnngh… uhhn…"

I smirked. "Looks like you still got some sounds in you, huh?" I murmured, tilting his head side to side, watching how his body simply followed my guidance. No resistance. No understanding. Just pure, empty obedience.

I let my fingers trail over Aiden’s thick biceps, feeling the solid muscle beneath my touch. A chuckle escaped me as I pressed into the firmness, kneading and prodding at his arms like examining freshly sculpted marble. "You’re so stiff now… not like before," I murmured, running my hand down to his forearm, then back up to his delts. His muscles barely reacted, holding their shape without any sign of resistance or tension from within.

Aiden’s head wobbled slightly, his lips parting as another sluggish grunt rumbled from his throat. "Uhhhn… huhhh…" His eyes remained blank, completely uncomprehending of what was happening to him.

I pressed a finger into the center of his chest, feeling the warm, sweat-slicked flesh give slightly before bouncing back into place. "Damn, Aiden. You’re really just… nothing now?" I mused, squeezing at his pecs before running my fingers down his firm abdomen. He didn’t react, didn’t shift or acknowledge the attention. His body was there, but Aiden... the person he had been was long gone.

"Nnngh… huhhh…" he exhaled, his chest subtly rising and falling. His fingers twitched faintly at his sides, as though attempting to process the new posture, but no recognition flickered in his vacant eyes.

"Good boy," I murmured, admiring how effortlessly he stood now, completely under my guidance.

"Nngh… uhh…" His lips twitched as another sound rumbled from his throat, a low, clueless grunt. He blinked sluggishly, like his body was just now registering the concept of standing. I chuckled, patting his solid chest. "Now, let’s see how flexible you still are."

I took a step back, admiring how his muscles remained tense, as if locked in place. Slowly, I reached out and grasped his wrist, lifting his arm over his head. His bicep flexed naturally with the movement, the thick muscle taut beneath my fingertips. He made no attempt to resist or even acknowledge the action, only grunting softly as his arm moved. "Mmh… huhh…"

I smirked, giving his bicep a firm squeeze. "Damn, you’re really solid," I muttered, rubbing my fingers along the defined curve of his muscle. I leaned in, inhaling deeply against his exposed underarm. The scent hit me instantly—thick, masculine, heady with sweat. A shiver ran down my spine. "Hah… you smell strong, Aiden. Real strong." I murmured against his skin before dragging my tongue experimentally across the damp flesh. Salty. Musky. Perfect.

Aiden gave another mindless groan, his chest subtly rising and falling as I continued exploring his unresisting form. I trailed my hands down his torso, fingers mapping over every dip and ridge of his sculpted abs. The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, his skin slick with the remnants of his former effort. My palms glided down to his waist, then back up to his pecs, tracing slow circles around the hardened muscle. Then, with deliberate slowness, my hands drifted lower, sliding down his abdomen, tracing the deep grooves leading toward his shorts. I pressed my palm against the bulge beneath, feeling the weight and heat radiating through the fabric. Aiden let out a sluggish moan, his hips shifting slightly in response to the touch.

"Mmmh… uhhn…" he exhaled, his fingers twitching faintly.

I chuckled, squeezing gently. "That’s a good boy," I murmured, my fingers grazing over the taut fabric of his crotch, testing his responsiveness. His body remained slack, obedient, a sculpted machine waiting for my guidance.

"Tell me, Aiden," I whispered, my fingers pressing firmly against the thick bulge beneath his shorts. "Who owns you now?" I traced slow, deliberate circles over the fabric, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

"Hnnnh… uhhn…" Aiden groaned, his lips parting as he tried to form words, but nothing coherent came out.

"That’s right," I murmured, leaning in close, my breath ghosting over his sweat-slicked skin. "You're mine. Completely mine. Say it. Say who owns you."

"Uhhn… y-you…" Aiden’s voice was weak, broken, the last remnants of his former self dissolving beneath my touch.

I smirked, dragging my fingers up his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles flexed instinctively under my control. "Good boy."

"Mmmh…" Aiden hummed blankly, his fingers twitching slightly as his arms dangled at his sides.

"Let’s get you to pose a little," I mused, grabbing his wrists and guiding his arms into a flexed position. His biceps bulged as I positioned them, his forearms coiling with dense muscle. His broad chest pushed outward, every inch of him sculpted into a perfect display of strength. His lips parted as a low, breathy moan escaped him.

"Uhhn…"

"Yeah, that’s it. Hold that for me." I stepped back, tilting my head as I examined him like an artist inspecting a sculpture. He was perfect. The raw definition of muscle, a body chiseled into peak form—and now completely under my control.

I reached forward again, pressing my fingers against his abdomen, feeling the tautness of his core. I leaned in once more, dragging my tongue along the edge of his obliques, tasting the salt and heat of his sweat. "So good…" I breathed, savoring every inch of my new creation.

Aiden let out another grunt, his muscles twitching slightly under my touch. He didn’t understand what was happening—he didn’t understand anything anymore. He was simply reacting to stimuli, a blank slate for me to shape and command.

"I let my fingers trace his rigid muscles, savoring the way his body barely responded beyond a sluggish twitch. "Tell me, Aiden," I whispered, my hands pressing firmly over his broad chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breath. "Who owns you again?"

"Uhhn… y-you…" Aiden groaned, his voice fragile, struggling to shape the words.

"That's right!" I smirked, trailing my hands down his abdomen, teasing along the sculpted ridges of his core. "You're mine. Forever. No more criminology, no more research. Just this. Just you, staying right here, as my perfect, obedient plaything. And tonight… tonight, we’re going to do something wild."

I grinned, stepping back to admire my masterpiece. His empty eyes stared ahead, waiting, unthinking.

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I woke up to the warmth of Aiden’s body beside me, his steady, rhythmic breathing filling the quiet room. A slow smile curled on my lips as I turned onto my side, drinking in the sight of my sleeping toy. His powerful chest rose and fell, his muscles relaxed, his expression blank and peaceful. It was real. He was real. And more importantly—he was mine.

The weight of my accomplishment settled in my chest, a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me. My little experiment had worked flawlessly, and now, Aiden was completely under my control. No thoughts, no resistance; just pure, obedient muscle, waiting for my every command. As I ran a hand over his thick arm, squeezing the bicep that I would soon make even bulkier, a deep sense of responsibility mixed with excitement settled in. Taking care of him, training him, growing him into the ultimate plaything—it was all up to me now. And I was more than ready to embrace it.

[cutestabber]

After 3 days of intense brainwashing, Private Johnson’s mind finally broke and he accepted that he was nothing else but a dumb, hot, stripper and wanted nothing more than to tell his “clients” all he knew as he stripped and put on a show for them.

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When the offer came in the mail, he couldn't refuse.

For most of his youth, he had been a tall but thin boy who really didn't fit in anywhere in society. His friends were stronger or smarter than he was and even his other brothers seemed to get the benefit of their family's genes.

So when he received a letter about changing his life forever, he didn't believe it. But after doing research on the internet, he understood that he would become a different man as long as he accepted everything that was going to happen to him.

They broke down the mental barriers that he had built up over the years. They enhanced his physical attributes through exercise, diet and drugs that made him stronger and faster. He didn't notice or even care that as this happened, his entire personality was changing.

Where once he had been tall and thin, now he was a physical beast. Where once he would question everything that was told him, he now accepted his orders without question. Where once he had no purpose in life, now he had been given purpose through obedience.

Now, he was a soldier ready to do what was required of him. And damn anybody who got in his way.

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Upgrade

I watched in horror as the frail old man, his steps shaky and deliberate, made his way down the bustling street. Suddenly, a grotesque tentacle slithered out from the shadows of a nearby alley, coiling around his thin neck with a sinister grace. In an instant, he was yanked from the sidewalk, his cane teetering for a moment before falling to the ground with a muted clunk. The air filled with the unsettling sounds of sloshing and squelching as the tentacles, slick and glistening, invaded his body, leaving a chilling silence in their wake.

The ancient figure emerged, disdaining his cane as he snapped his neck and stretched, a grotesque spectacle. The last of the writhing tentacles twitched around his lips, even licking at the hem of his pants. As he turned to face me, I froze, now a witness to his true form. Panic surged through me, and he lunged, a hobbling monstrosity with arms outstretched. I wheeled around, delivering a brutal kick to his knee.

"Don't you fucking dare," I growled, a strange, fierce confidence coursing through my veins. "I don't know what you are, but you won't get away with whatever you're doing inside this old man." He crumpled, clutching his quickly bruising body, and looked up. Beneath his wrinkled skin, tentacles thrashed, a horrifying sight. These alien sightings were becoming eerily common. Across the nation, people reported witnessing sudden personality shifts and even glimpses of creatures entering human bodies. It struck me that this one was clumsy, choosing a feeble host.

I yanked him up, dragging him along the sidewalk. "If you wanted to blend in, you should have made sure no one was looking," I snarled, acting as his grim crutch. "I'll help you find a new body, if you want." We rounded the corner, his frail voice echoing in my ears.

"I would like that," he rasped. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. This alien was young, inexperienced.

"Amateur," I sneered. We turned another corner, approaching a construction site. "I can tell you're new to Earth. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Humans suck anyways, and I'm one of them." I dumped him on a bench, pointing to the passerby. An idea sparked as I spotted a group of burly men. "Come with me," I commanded, hauling the old man into the construction site. I deposited him in an empty room, the walls bare, two doors on either side.

I prowled back onto he street, singling out one of the men as he separated from the group. I whistled, a provocative catcall.

"The fuck?" He soon around, face reddening. "I'm not gay, bro."

"You sure look it," I taunted. He charged, a bull seeing red. I led him on, slamming through the door into the room where the old man waited.

"Get him while you can!" I roared, bolting through the opposite door. I halted, hearing the man's terrified screams, the sickening thud of the old man's body hitting the floor. Through the cracked door, I witnessed a writhing mass of tentacles invading the jock, his muscles convulsing as the creature forced its way into every orifice. As his head twisted to see me, I slammed the door shut, his agonized cries echoing in my mind. Even then, I was fantasizing about the image of the alien writhing beneath the man's skin - it's tentacle-clad form sending rippled through his firm, flexing muscles as it invaded his body with relentless force.

I slumped against the wall, my breath ragged, as the anguished cried from the other room gradually faded into an eerie silence. I turned back just as the door creaked open, and the colossal man ducked through the frame. As he stepped into the light, a sinister grin spread across his face. He lifted his arms, flexing those massive biceps, the raw power coursing through his upper body, and then lowered his arms, making his pecs dance with an unsettling precision.

"Now that's much better, isn't it?" I said, feeling a surge of adrenaline and desire.

"I feel much better," the creature inside the muscle-bound host replied, its voice a strange blend of alien intelligence and the man's simple-mindedness. "I also feel horny." The beast had taken on the essence of the man it inhabited. With a deliberate motion, he pushed down his shorts, revealing his cock - rigid, throbbing, and pulsing with primal energy and he locked eyes with me.

"Help me. Please," he implored, his eyes a mixture of desperation and need, as his balls churned and his cock bobbed with an insistent, urgent rhythm.

He grasped his length, shaking it slightly as he experienced a novel sense of pleasure within his new human form. I took his hand and guided him towards the wall, making him press against me. He rolled his neck, settling into his new body, and began to intuitively understand what I was encouraging him to do. Pushing against me, his cock pressed between us, he ground against my own hardened. I squeezed his chest as he flexed it, knowing I appreciated this human form I had helped him inhabit, and he allowed me to admire it as a reward.

With unprecedented strength, he grabbed my wist and turned me around. I felt his hardness against my ass after he forcefully pulled down my pants, initially exploring to ensure this was the correct place, but then I felt a tremendous force as he gripped me and thrust his cock inside. I moaned loudly, my voice resonating off the walls of the construction site.

The alien lost control, thrusting into me with primal intensity, using his powerful new body exactly as I had hoped. This wasn't the first alien I had assisted into a human form - truthfully, I found a certain satisfaction in it. Humanity has its flaws, and this was an exciting way to replace them with creatures that would appreciate everything about their new forms. The best part? Most of them enjoyed testing out their new bodies with me.

I sank my teeth into my lip, drawing blood, as the alien beast groaned behind me, his muscles rippling like a stormy sea. Pleasure surged, brutal and unbearable, as his scalding see erupted inside me, coating my insides. I was a mess against the wall, my cock leaking a river of pre-cum. Spinning around, I faced him as his cock slid out with an obscene, wet pop, his eyes gleaming with primal satisfaction.

My body ached for more, and he eyes my cock with ravenous hunger. Turning, he presented his ass, pushing back against my cock, desperate for the same brutal ecstasy. He impaled himself, grunting as I stretched him, filled him, a guttural howl ripping from my throat.

I grabbed his massive, muscled ass, using him like a toy, forcing him to take every inch of my cock. I fucked him hard, his ass sliding on and off my cock. The intensity built in my balls like a volcano about to blow, and I pounded him with everything I had. With a road that shook the walls, I exploded, filling him with my own cum. I pumped him full of me, as he moaned with each spurt of my seed.

He slipped off of me with a deep, guttural groan, pausing to survey his newly acquired form. My cum trickled from his ass as he admired the sculpted sinew, running his fingers along his rigid abs with a sense of awe and power. "Thank you, human. I will seamlessly blend in with the others."

"Oh, I have no doubt you will," I replied with a grin, delivering. firm slap to his ass. "Reach out whenever you want some action. I'm more than willing to make you feel alive." As I had mentioned before - he wasn't the first alien I'd guided into a human vessel, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

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Down and Blank.

The gym was a pulsating with the scent of sweat and raw power. Three jocks present like statues, their bodies slightly glistening with sweat. Kieran, 21, sat in the center, his chiseled physique a work of art—tattooed arms, and abs so defined. His eyes rests lazily, his mouth unusually shut and silent unlike his usual cocky self, and head slightly twitching as its lays down deactivated, a mindless drone awaiting his master’s activation.

Beside him who stood were the gym's biggest men, Tate, 28, a mountain of muscle with thighs that could crush steel, and Zane, 30, a tattooed giant. Their faces were blank, their minds long erased, nothing more than tools in the hands of their creator. Ethan, a scrawny teenager with bony limbs and a wild, gleeful glint in his eyes, stood before them clutching a neural override device like a kid with a new toy. His voice was brimming with manic excitement as he spoke, practically bouncing on his toes.

“Oh, Kieran, you big, beautiful beast… let’s wake you up and play!”

He pressed a button on his phone, and Kieran’s body jolted to life with a mechanical whir, his movements stiff but precise.

“D….Drone….. Kieran act….activating,” he intoned stuttering, his voice a hollow echo, stripped of the fiery personality Ethan had once despised. “Awaiting… co..commands.”

Ethan clapped his hands together, his grin wide and unhinged. “Yessss! There’s my perfect plaything! why dont you give me a flex, big guy—show me those muscles you're so proud of!”

Kieran obeyed instantly as he stiffly stood, his tattooed arm bulging as he raised it, his bicep swelling with veins popping under his sweat-slicked skin. His abs tightened, and his pecs bounced with a robotic rhythm.

Ethan let out a delighted squeal, his hands trembling as he stepped closer, his fingers brushing over Kieran’s abs with a reverent touch.

“Ohhh, you’re so hard… so perfect,” he purred, his voice dripping with lust as he traced the lines of Kieran’s eight-pack, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks, you know—getting to play with you like this.”

He slid his hands up to Kieran’s pecs, giving them a playful squeeze, giggling as they bounced under his touch.

“Bounce for me, Kieran! Come on, show me what those big body of yours can do can do!” Kieran’s chest flexed again, his pecs jiggling obediently, and Ethan laughed, his cheeks flushing with excitement. “That’s it! You’re my big, sexy toy now!”

As he fondled Kieran’s muscles, Ethan’s mind raced back to how he’d gotten here, his grin widening as he remembered the delicious chaos of it all.

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3 MONTHS AGO

Ethan had been coming to the gym for weeks to improve his health—at least, that's what he initially planned…. He was a nobody here, a frail kid who barely filled out his hoodie, then the gym enthusiast/attention seeker, Kieran, made it his gym life hell. Kieran was a wildfire of a man—cocky, loud, and viciously cruel, with a personality as big as his biceps. He’d zeroed in on Ethan from the moment he’d first seen him, his smirk sharp as a blade as he mocked the scrawny kid every chance he got.

“Look at this little rat!” Kieran had bellowed a month ago, showing off his built arm as he loomed over Ethan, his voice dripping with venom. “What’re you doing here, huh? This gym’s for real men, not pathetic little worms”

Ethan had shrunk back, his cheeks burning with humiliation. “I-I’m just… I’m just here to workout too…!” he’d stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

“YOU? workout?” Kieran had laughed,

“You’ll never be anything like us, loser. Why don’t you crawl back to whatever hole you came from before I squash you like the bug you are?”

Kieran’s gym buddies, had been there too, but they hadn’t joined in the cruelty. Instead, they’d chuckled softly, exchanging amused glances.

“Kieran, chill dude,” one of his friends called,

“Yeah, let that loser be,” his tone light as he scrolled through his phone. “let's just do our reps, yeah?."

But then, days and weeks has passed, yet Kieran still doesn't stop his relentless torment, to the point he had pushed Ethan over the edge. He’d vowed revenge.

In his first steps of his plan, he sees an opportunity in using the gym regulars, Tate and Zane, as they were always eager for the next big thing to boost their gains. So two days ago when Kieran hasn't attended the gym yet, so Ethan had the confidence to approach the two muscle gods with a fake smile, holding up the neural override device like it was a golden ticket.

“H-hey, Sir Tate, Sir Zane… I’ve got this new workout tech,” he’d said, his voice shaky but convincing. “It’s supposed to… um… make your muscles grow faster. Wanna try it?”

Tate had raised an eyebrow, but Zane had grinned, always up for an edge. “Hell yeah, kid. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

That moment became their downfall. The device had hummed to life, its blue light enveloping them, and within moments, and in the next 36 hours, their minds will be gone—erased, leaving them as Ethan’s first drones.

Since Kieran will never gonna hang out with anyone aside from someone bulky as him (or more), Ethan plans using his new muscle puppets, Tate and Zane, to use their influence and strength for luring Kieran, knowing the fiery jock wouldn’t suspect a thing if the biggest guys in the gym were to approach him.

After the slight gruesome and noisy conversion of the two muscle beasts was completed, Ethan immediately used their hands and phones, commanding them to invite Kieran for a gym session in the gym's "Gym membership" group chat. But even if its from the biggest gym goers in the chat, it was still a challenge to invite this arrogant, jerk of a guy to ask him for a favor. Regardless, Kieran who missed the gym conveniently that day, still accepted the invite and gullibly went to the gym despite its already way passed its closing time.

"sup man, the fuck did you invite me this late huh??" Kieran lashes on Tate, yet slowly removes his shirt off seemingly preparing to workout either way. Kieran stares at Tate,

"yo bro? I ASKED you a freakin' question?"

Strangely, Tate didn't respond and just continued walking back to his workout,

"weirdo.." Kieran muttered. "I didn't do any pumps today anyway. don't fuckin' interrupt me"

He then sees Zane walking out of the locker room, but just like Tate, Zane is still eerily silent.

"oh, ya'll giving me a silent treatment after inviting me huh?! fucking whatever dipshits."

Kieran just brushes it off and went to do some stretching.

Moments after the relentless grunts from Kieran due to his intense cardio, Ethan finally came out of the locker room to greet Kieran with a surprise.

"What the- why's the twig here?!" Kieran blurted out with smirk in his lips,

"Good evening to you too, Kieran." Ethan said with a sarcastic tune. Kieran was again enraged for feeling a bit disrespected by someone like Ethan,

"Shut the fuck up kid. this gym is ours for the night" Kieran confidently smiles, looking at Tate and Zane's directions, yet they just mindlessly look at Kieran.

"Uh, go scram!" Ethan laughed as the drone Tate and Zane slowly approaches Kieran,

"Yo, what are you two doing..?!" Kieran, feeling strange in the situation, ran quickly to grab his shirt and leave.

“Drones, restrain him!” Ethan had commanded, watching with glee as Tate and Zane pinned Kieran down, their blank faces showing no resistance as they held his arms with iron grips.

Kieran had thrashed like a wild animal, his fiery personality blazing even in his panic.

“What the hell is this?!” he’d roared, his voice a mix of rage and fear as he struggled against Tate and Zane’s hold. “Get off me, you traitors! You little freak, what’re you doing?!”

Ethan had leaned in close, his voice a sinister whisper. “I’m going breaking you, just like you broke me down Kieran. But, you’re gonna be my perfect little drone… just like them.”

He’d activated the device, and the blue light had enveloped Kieran, its signal burrowing into his brain like a swarm of electric worms. Kieran’s screams had echoed through the gym, raw and guttural, as the device began its work. “No—no, stop!” he’d howled, his voice cracking as he clawed at his head, his nails drawing blood. “It’s… it’s burning! It’s tearing me apart!”

Ethan had watched, his heart racing with a twisted thrill as he increases the power of the device hoping to quicken the drone conversion process, while theoretically it can break someone's mind permanently, Ethan couldn't care less. Believing this is what a jerk like Kieran deserves. As the purple-ish blue light intensifies in front of Kieran's eyes, Kieran’s mind was being dismantled piece by piece. The nanites from the beams is so intense that the jock’s eyes had rolled back, his body convulsing as the device fried his neural pathways, melting his fiery personality into nothingness.

“I… I can’t… think…” Kieran had gasped, his voice fading, his brain literally overheating from the process.

"H....hurts...head....hu...hurts...."

His body had slumped, his arms falling limp as the last of his consciousness was erased, his mind reduced to a blank, smoldering slate. The phone beeped, signaling the process was complete, and Ethan had clapped his hands together, laughing maniacally.

“YES! Finally got a hold of you, you stupid jerk!!”

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Back in the present, Ethan’s laughter filled the gym as he continued his playtime with Kieran, his hands roaming over every inch of the jock’s sculpted body.

“Oh, you’re so much better like this,”

he cooed, his voice dripping with glee as he squeezed Kieran’s bicep, marveling at its hardness.

“No more big, bad Kieran… just a mindless toy. its such a shame considering how much effort you gave to have this figure, but oh well.”

He stepped back, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Bounce those pecs again, Kieran! Make ‘em dance for me!” Kieran’s chest flexed obediently, his pecs jiggling in a rhythmic pattern, and Ethan squealed with delight, clapping his hands. “Heh, look at you! listening to a worm like your life depends on it!”

Ethan’s hands returned to Kieran’s abs, his fingers tracing each ridge with a hungry touch, his breath hitching as he felt the heat radiating from the jock’s skin.

“And now you’re mine,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive. “My big, beautiful toy… and I’m gonna play with you forever. in ways you hate so so much...!”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against Kieran’s ear as he whispered, “Flex your arms again, big guy… I wanna feel those biceps.”

Kieran obeyed, his tattooed arms bulging, and Ethan let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around the jock’s biceps, squeezing them with a mix of awe and lust.

“To think I can freely thouch these abs you're so proud about... they are very impressive, id give you that!”

Tate and Zane remained nearby, their blank gazes fixed on nothing, their roles as tools fulfilled. Ethan barely glanced at them—he didn’t care about their massive physiques or their sculpted bodies. Kieran was his obsession, his ultimate prize, and he was having the time of his life.

As the first light of dawn crept through the gym’s windows, Ethan stepped back, his cheeks flushed, his heart racing with a wild, erotic satisfaction. The gym, once a place of torment, had become his playground, and Kieran, the fiery jerk who’d made his life hell, was now his obedient plaything.

“You’re mine forever, Kieran,” he said, his voice brimming with triumph.

“My cute sexy drone… and I’m never letting you go.”

Ethan laughed, the sound echoing through the gym as he ran his hands over Kieran’s abs one more time, savoring the feel of his victory. Revenge had never been so much fun.