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Blake wasn’t sure why he was standing on the field with his shirt off and flexing but it didn’t really matter to him. He was just a player on the Team and players didn’t think. They just obey their Coach and if Coach wanted him like this, then he would be a good player and obey.

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And you thought you could hypnotize me. I told you that I can not be hypnotized.

Then can I ask you a question? Sure ask away. Why are you standing in my kitchen naked and aren't you straight? Yes I am straight and will not have sex with another man, but I am your gay sex slave toy and I need for you to use my body so badly any way you want to, any time you want to and any where you want to. And that is why I am standing here naked waiting for you to use me any way you desire. Good Boy

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Out Of Battery

Hunter was running across the empty football field, ball in hand, when he abruptly stopped, his body stiffening as his head tilted downward. In an instant, he was completely still, frozen in place like a lifelike statue.

Not far away from him, watching from the stands were two nerds. Micah and Elliot.

Micah is a young gay nerd from the robotics class. He is a scrawny young man with big glasses and messy dark hair. In his hands, he held a technological controller with a long antenna. He looked surprised to see Hunter standing motionless in the middle of the empty football field.

"Ummm... Is that supposed to happen?" Elliot asked on his side. Elliot is a chubby guy with round cheeks and bad acne, he also wears glasses and has a distinctly nerdy look to him, just like Micah.

Micah shook the remote control and pressed a variety of buttons while his eyes were still locked on the frozen quarterback as if he expected Hunter to move again at the press of a button, but Hunter remained motionless.

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Elliot and Micah were best friends. They had clicked instantly on their first day in robotics class two years ago, bonding over their shared passion for robotics and science — and, admittedly, for hot jocks like Hunter Knox.

Hunter Knox was the golden boy of Crestwood University, the kind of guy everyone admired or envied. As the star quarterback of the football team, his name was well-known across campus, and his face was plastered on banners at every game.

With his chiseled jawline and a body sculpted like a Greek god, Hunter looked like he had stepped straight out of a gay man's dream. Girls swooned at his every move, but to Hunter, it was all just a natural part of being him: the untouchable, straight, all-American jock who seemed destined for greatness...

While Hunter knew that most Girls wanted to be with him and some guys wanted to be him... unknown to him, two gay nerds from the robotics class wanted to HAVE him.

They loved sharing their deep gay fantasies of what they wished they could do with the star quarterback as they watched Hunter dominate the field. Elliot's fantasy was to dominate Hunter, and Micah's fantasy was to be dominated by him. It didn't take long for their passion for robotics and for Hunter to merge into something much darker...

One day, Micah came up with a plan. He told Elliot he had created nanorobots capable of turning Hunter into their lifeless slave drone. The idea filled Elliot's eyes with excitement. The thought of controlling Hunter, the unattainable star of the campus, was his ultimate fantasy. He could hardly believe Micah's bold claim, yet the potential of their combined genius and obsession made it feel within reach.

"But... how would that work?" Elliot asked.

"The nanorobots will enter his system once ingested, spreading through his body and rewiring his brain to obey our every command. Once his brain is remade, he'll be our perfect, obedient drone."

Elliot's heart pounded as he imagined the possibilities. "Hunter... doing whatever we want?"

Micah nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Exactly. He'll be ours to control, to mold into whatever we desire."

"I'm in! Let's make Hunter ours!" Elliot responded without thinking twice.

That night during football practice, they put their plan into action. Elliot was the team's waterboy, so he had easy access to the locker room. While the players were still at practice, Elliot walked into the empty locker room and spiked Hunter's water bottle with Micah's nanorobots. They looked like transparent sand, so they blended perfectly with the water.

After football practice, the team filed into the locker room, laughing and messing around like they always did at the end of every practice. Hunter, as usual, was the center of attention, surrounded by his teammates who were joking and horsing around with him, trying to impress their leader.

Hunter took his water bottle and gulped down. And after a few minutes, he started to feel his mind becoming foggy, he couldn't focus on what his friends were saying anymore, he couldn't think... when Hunter came to himself, the locker room was already empty. All his teammates had left for their homes, leaving him alone.

Hunter was still dizzy like he was trapped in a dreamlike state. He slowly stood up and tried to leave the locker room, but for some reason, he decided to stay—wearing nothing but his white jockstrap. He had no idea why he was waiting. Waiting for who? he asked himself. It felt like something inside his mind was telling him what to do.

As the minutes passed, Hunter's mind grew even foggier and more vacant, until he froze in place in the middle of the locker room. His eyes remained open, staring blankly ahead as drool began to trickle from his mouth.

Suddenly, the locker room door opened, and Micah and Elliot walked in.

"Lock the door, Elliot," Micah asked his friend.

"Holly shit!" Elliot shouted at Hunter, standing with eyes open. "H-Hunter? Are you still... you?"

Micah chuckled at his friend's reaction.

"Don't worry, he's totally out," Micah assured his friend, he then turned to Hunter with a grin, "Hunter, be a good jock drone and get on all fours on the bench and don't move."

"Command accepted!" Hunter responded with a robotic voice and did what he was told to do, getting on all fours on the bench, with his ass exposed, barely covered by the white jockstrap.

"This is crazy! I can't believe we have the quarterback as our personal drone now!" Elliot muttered, more to himself than to his friend.

"At least for a few days," Micah responded, searching for something in his bag.

"What do you mean for a few days? I thought you said the nanorobots would rewrite his brain permanently."

"Oh, his brain is permanently gone, that's for sure. The nanorobots made tiny holes everywhere in his brain, there's no way back. But the nanorobots can't work forever. Like everything in this universe, they need energy. Soon, their energy will run out, and Hunter will be left as a meat mannequin. What I'm saying is; His jock brain was fried and turned into a processor device, and the nanorobots are what makes it function. That's why I created this recharging device." Micah pulled out of his bag a thick black battery.

"Wooo-ho-ho... I didn't know they were this huge." Elliot said, impressed by the size of the battery. "Where do you plan to put this?"

Micah smirked at his friend. Without saying a word, he walked over to Hunter and slapped his muscular ass. "Right here," he said. "His asshole will become his only source of energy. Isn't that beautiful? When the nanorobots run out of power, they'll travel down to his ass, where they'll be recharged by the battery. Then they'll return to his brain, fully energized."

"Couldn't you make the battery smaller? I'm sure a straight alpha jock like Hunter never had anything up his ass before."

Micah chuckled, "A big guy like Hunter needs a big battery to give energy to all those muscles, don't you agree? The bigger the toy, the bigger the battery is."

He then pulled Hunter's jockstrap down, and caressed his muscular jock ass for a while, giving the cheeks a few playful slaps, then proceeded to insert the battery into Hunter's ass. The battery was pretty thick, so he was having trouble making it past Hunter's tight virgin hole.

While Micah worked on the battery, Elliot decided to inspect Hunter. He crouched down in front of the bench, his face just a few inches from Hunter's, and gently stroked his handsome face.

"It's so weird—he's even more handsome up close. I never thought I'd ever be this close to his face." Elliot's thumb slowly traced Hunter's soft lips, then gently pressed inside his mouth.

"Well, I never thought I would be shoving a battery up his ass, so..." Micah said from behind Hunter, still struggling to fit the battery.

"I want to insert something else in him," Elliot pulled down his pants and stood in front of Hunter's blank face.

"What are you doing?" Micah asked.

"We need to make sure the nanorobots really fucked with his brain by making him do something he would never do," Elliot then pressed the tip of his small dick at Hunter's lips and ordered him to replicate the best blowjob he had ever received. In which Hunter obeyed. Elliot moaned at the feel of the quarterback's wet mouth wrapping around his short cock. Elliot was soon face fucking Hunter without mercy, burying Hunter's face in his fat gut.

After a few minutes, Micah finished pushing the battery inside Hunter, with only the tip sticking out.

Hunter immediately came to life, standing straight with a blank facial expression, making both Micah and Elliot watch in awe.

"Hunter Knox is fully recharged. Battery level at 100%" Hunter said in a robotic tone, his pupils glowing blue.

Since that night, Hunter became their jock drone, capable of moving only when having a battery lodged in his ass. Micah and Elliot programmed the nanorobots to put Hunter on autopilot so no one would notice Hunter had become a lifeless robot.

They did want Hunter to succeed and become a famous football player, so they let him continue on the team. But they grew worried when Hunter began showing a lack of motor skills during his football games. His coach was furious, his team was disappointed, and no one knew what was wrong with him—except for the two tech nerds from the robotics class.

Elliot then had the idea to create a controller that would connect to the nanorobots inside Hunter's brain, so they could control Hunter during the games. They were never sports guys, but they sure loved video games, so the idea of controlling Hunter like a character in a video game sounded perfect to them. But before using the controller in an actual game, they decided to test drive it so they were sure it was good to use in a game.

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Back to the present, Hunter was now standing frozen in the middle of the empty field, just as lifeless as the ball he was holding.

"I think his battery ran out," Micah said, trying one last time to press the—On/Off—button on the controller. He sighed at realizing it had no effect on Hunter.

"I thought we only needed to change his batteries once a week. You replaced it this Monday, and today is Wednesday. It shouldn't have run out yet! Imagine if this had happened during a big game!" Elliot said.

"Dude, I know that! I'm the one who designed the batteries, remember? I guess all the intensive training we've been putting him through made the battery run out faster... But don't worry," Micah said with a smirk, putting his hand inside his bag and pulling out a bigger and thicker battery. "I wasn't expecting to use it so soon, but we have no choice. I designed a new more potent battery. It should last for two weeks. Why don't you go put it on him?"

Elliot didn't have to be asked twice, he took the battery and walked to Hunter.

"Hey there big guy," Elliot gently caressed Hunter's thick biceps, "You poor thing. We tired you out, didn't we? But don't worry. I'm going to give you life with a brand new battery," Elliot stood behind Hunter and pulled his black spandex shorts in a single motion, exposing Hunter's big muscular ass and long flaccid cock. Hunter's cock was 6 Inches when soft.

Elliot crouched down and spread Hunter's cheeks to have access to his hole. He could see the tip of the battery pocking out of the hole, so he pulled the old battery out and inserted the new one with some level of difficulty since the new battery was thicker.

As soon as the new battery was fully inside, Elliot was caught off guard when Hunter came to life and stood at attention with his eyes now glowing blue. With a blank face, he started to recite, "Hunter Knox is fully recharged. Battery level at 100%"

Elliot grinned. "Take off your shirt and show me your armpits. I want to smell your musky armpits you stud."

"Command accepted." With that, Hunter took off his compression tank and exposed his armpits.

Elliot slowly caressed Hunter's hard abs, feeling the quarterback's powerful body under his fat hands. He had to get on his tiptoes to reach for Hunter's armpits. He took a deep sniff, smelling Hunter's sweaty musk after being forced to train for hours nonstop. Elliot's hands were all over the jock's sweaty body as he pressed his face into the armpits.

Hunter suddenly pushed Elliot away, his face filled with confusion and anger. "What the fuck? Who are you, nerd? Wait-what the hell am I doing here?"

Elliot gulped and looked at Micah for help at the stands, but Micah was distracted with the control remote.

"M-Micah... I need a little help here... turn him off NOW!"

Hunter got furious, "What did you say? Turn me off? I'm the one turning you fucking off!" Hunter walked towards Elliot with clenched fists. Elliot winced and closed his eyes as if already accepting his beating.

But then... Nothing.

Elliot slowly opened his eyes and was confused to see Hunter on his knees in front of him.

"Please come enjoy my body, Master. I'm a mindless jock toy for my Masters to use."

Elliot looked at Micah and saw his friend laughing hysterically at him. "I got you good this time! Didn't I?" Micah said to the remote control speakers, making Hunter repeat the same words to Elliot.

"Dude! Not funny! I thought he would kill me."

"Sorry dude, I couldn't help myself. How many times do I have to tell you he's gone? Let me make it up to you..." Micah then pressed a few buttons and suddenly Hunter spoke.

"Cock sucking mode activated! Please insert cock into Hunter's mouth."

Elliot's heart was still beating fast from the scare he just got, but at the same time, his cock got hard at the sight of Hunter on his knees, looking up at him with his mouth open and tongue swirling, just waiting to be used. Elliot moaned loudly as he felt Hunter's tongue swirling on his cock.

Micah had his finger on the remote thumbstick, making slow circular movements, which Hunter's tongue obeyed.

"It feels so good... yeah, suck that dick you cock sucking machine!"

"You think this feels good? Just watch this..." Micah then pressed another button on the remote, making Hunter's tongue swirl at an even faster pace.

"F-fuuuckkkk...AAARRRWWWGHH! This f-feels so gooood... How is his tongue moving so fast?"

"The new battery you just inserted gives him inhumane strength. That means his tongue is 50% stronger now. His new strength will make him win every single game, he's going to be invincible!"

Elliot was too lost in pleasure, "Who programmed you to be this good at sucking cock?" He groaned, gripping Hunter's head and fucking his mouth. "Oh right, we did—shit, I’m not gonna last longer..." Elliot pulled out and spurted all over Hunter's blank face.

"Now It's my turn to have some fun with our toy." Micah said.

The two friends then switched places. Elliot was sitting on the benches, controller in hand, with a press of a button, Hunter's cock grew hard to 8 inches.

"Fucking mode activated. Please get ready to be inserted by Hunter's cock."

Micah was soon lying naked face up on the grass field with Hunter on top of him, fucking him with powerful animalistic thrusts. Elliot was controlling Hunter's thrusts with the remote thumbsticks, each move of the thumbstick would send Hunter's cock deep inside Micah's ass.

Every movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through Micah's slender frame, his moans were muffled only by the sounds of flesh slapping. He could feel the quarterback's strength behind every motion, firm hands gripping his hips possessively. Micah's glasses had slipped down his nose, his hair messier than usual, but he didn’t care. In that moment he was lost in the heat and dominance of the man he’d secretly dreamed about for so long.

Elliot was also having fun, he enjoyed controlling Hunter to fuck his best friend. He wasn't romantically attracted to Micah, but in a sense, it felt like they were having sex. Elliot pressed a button, releasing Hunter's orgasm, filling Micah with jock cum.

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Hunter became a successful and famous professional football player, just as the two friends had planned. He was invincible on the field—no one could match his strength or skill. To the world, Hunter Knox was the epitome of strength, success, and masculinity—a legendary football star adored by millions. But behind closed doors, he belonged entirely to the two nerds, their perfect jock drone.

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Trouble at the Bachelor Party

“Dude! This is sick!”

“Bro, you’re telling me.” Liam replied, as him and his two friends explored the penthouse.

It was fully decked out. A massive flatscreen in the living room, a fully stocked bar, a beautiful view of the beach. It was everything Liam could’ve wanted. Initially, when his soon to be father-in-law offered his penthouse for the bachelor party, Liam was shocked. Mr. Reynolds often used phrases like “irresponsible”, “waste of time”, and “not good enough for my daughter” when talking about Liam. And he wasn’t afraid to let Liam know too.

“Dude! There’s a flatscreen in each bedroom too!” Chris shouted from down the hall, “Fuck, you were right. This guy’s loaded!”

It was true. Liam was marrying the heiress of a massive tech company. And Mr. Reynonds was certainly loaded. But despite his reassurances that he loved Susie, not their money, the older man viewed him suspiciously. Liam came from a pretty humble background and the world of upper class living wasn’t something he was used to. But perhaps letting them use his penthouse was Mr. Reynolds’s way of showing acceptance.

“Okay boys.” Liam said, “We have a few days here. Let’s make ‘em count.” He tossed Jeremy and Chris each a beer. After a quick toast to what was going to be the most incredible bachelor party on Earth, they downed their beers.

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“Lookin’ good.” Liam chuckled as he inspected himself in the mirror, “Can’t believe you’re actually getting hitched.” He flexed his bicep, “Sorry ladies, I’m off the market. Oof, I’ll have to practice that line a bit.” He grinned.

Leaving the bathroom, he found Jeremy sipping a beer on the couch. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of blue swim trunks. His dark brown hair was well styled, and his face clean shaven. He had that boy-next- door look that caused the ladies to swoon.

“Yo Jeremy, what’s up?”

“Not much, just texting Sarah.” He replied, “I forgot to let her know I got here safe and she’s pissed.”

“Oh shit dude.” Liam patted his friend on the back, “I feel for you.” Sarah could be scary when she was angry, but otherwise she was a solid 10. Liam looked forward to the day Jeremy proposed.

“All good.” Jeremy sighed, “Where the fuck is Chris?” Liam shrugged, “He kept me up all fucking night. Fucker must’ve been horny. I’ve never heard anyone moan so loud in my life.”

“Not even Sarah?” Jeremy didn’t seem amused.

“Seriously, we need to get him a girlfriend or something.”

Liam chuckled, “I guess I slept through it.”

“Lucky you.” The door to Chris's room suddenly opened and both men turned.

“Hey boys, sorry to keep you waiting!” The sing songy voice threw them both off, and Liam’s jaw dropped when he saw Chris. His muscles were proudly on display as always. But it was the tight speedo showing off his impressive bulge that shocked him, “Oh, is something wrong?” His voice carried a breathy sultriness, which was unusual for their bro.  

“Dude, I’m not one to judge, but don’t you think that’s a bit risqué?” Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow, “What would Jesus say?” It was well known Chris was religious. In fact, Liam and Chris had met at their college’s church.

Chris shrugged and ran a hand through his curly light brown hair, “Oh this? You like?” He grinned and did a quick pose, “Come on boys, we’re burning daylight!” He said, sauntering towards the door.

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The walk to the beach was uncomfortable. Chris walked ahead of his two buddies at an unusually fast pace, his firm ass jiggling with each step. Liam didn’t even know where to begin. What the fuck had gotten into Chris? Usually they’d have to drag him to parties and give him pep talks to boost his confidence. But now? He was certainly turning heads.

“Wait, guys! Did you see that?” Chris asked, turning to his friends and waving excitedly, “That guy over there was totally checking me out!”

“Um, so what?” Jeremy asked, “Why do you care?”

“Do you think I should go after him? He was totally cute. And that ass- just wow.” Liam and Jeremy’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Are you gay?” Liam asked bluntly.

Chris placed a hand to his chin and shrugged, “Like totally! Since like forever probably.”

“Makes sense.” Jeremy said, “Repressed religious guys. It’s a thing.” But Liam was still having a somewhat hard time believing it. Was all their prior bro talk really a lie?

“Oh! He’s getting away!” Chris whined, “I’ll catch up with you later!” He blew them each a kiss and briskly walked over to the man from earlier, leaving Liam shook.

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Hours went by without hearing from Chris, and Liam’s mood tanked. Jeremy tried to cheer him up back at the penthouse. Beers and the big game on a flatscreen. Should’ve been perfect. But it wasn’t. Liam knew that Chris being gay shouldn’t matter. Good for him, right?

“Oh my god, that was incredible.” Chris said, gasping as he entered the penthouse, “How are my two besties doing?”

“Would’ve liked you around.” Liam replied, “It’s my bachelor party after all.”

Chris dramatically placed a hand to his sweaty chest, “Sue me for having fun!” His voice cracked and he headed towards his room, “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.”

Liam didn’t reply. Sure, Chris is gay. Fine. But acting like a stereotypically fruity drama queen? That didn’t make sense to him. He turned to Jeremy.

“Look, its late and I’m tired. The game sucks anyway.” He said, “I’m off to bed.”

“Same bro. Gotta be up early for our tee time anyway.”

They went to their respective bedrooms. Once there, Jeremy sighed. He hated seeing his friend like this, but what could he do? Talk to Chris maybe? He'd try to salvage this party. But when he finally got comfortable in bed, the TV suddenly turned on. He was greeted by static.

“Weird.” He mumbled. He tried to turn it off with the remote, but failed. Sighing, he got out of bed to turn it off. But as he got closer, he could hear a voice. It was soft, but forceful.

“You are a gay slut. You like to fuck men.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, “What the fuck?” He whispered. But the voice only got louder.

“You are a gay slut. Your dick only gets hard for men.” Jeremy felt woozy as the voice reverberated in his head.

“No, I’m straight... I like...” He moaned loudly as the voice drowned out his thoughts. At this point, the screen was flashing various scenes of gay porn and Jeremy’s dick started to swell, “No... fuck...” He breathed out, “I-I... ughhh.” He tried to imagine tits and his nights with Sarah. But these thoughts were instead swapped out with images of juicy, jiggling bubble butts and twerking men.   

“You are a dominant top. You only fuck men.”

“I-I’m a gay slut?” Jeremy questioned, “I only like to fuck men?” That didn't sound right. Right? He never...

"You are a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride your dick."

His eyes became half lidded and vacant as the words carved his new reality.

“I’m a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride this cock." He said confidently, "I am a gay slut.”

Soon, the room filled with his pleasure-filled moans, his new reality taking hold over him.

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When Liam entered the living room the next morning, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jeremy was aggressively caressing Chris’s face, as the two made out on the couch with their erect dicks on full display.

“What the fuck?” Liam gasped as the two men turned towards him.

“Oh Liam! Good morning!” Chris sang, ending his kiss with Jeremy.

“Fuck, just who we were waiting for.” Jeremy commented in a lower, more gravelly voice, “We have something for you.”

“No, this is fucked. What the fuck?” Liam fumed, “What about Sarah? What were you thinking?”

Jeremy shrugged, “I only like fucking men.”

Liam shook his head, “No way, fuck that.” He replied, taking a step back.

“Oh goodness, you’re upset!” Chris whined, “No Liam baby, its okay. Here, watch this.”

Before Liam could say anything, Chris turned on the TV. Static filled his field of vision. But then he heard it. Faint at first, but present nonetheless.

“You are a gay slut.” It said, and Liam grabbed his head.

“What the fuck?” He cursed, stumbling slightly.

The voice was echoing from within his head. Desperately, he moved towards the TV, wanting to shut it off. But Jeremy grabbed his arm firmly and forced him to sit between them. Liam tried to fight back, to get away from his two friends, but he felt so disoriented. The voice continued.

“You are a gay slut. You like taking cock.” It said.

Liam yelped as a needle entered his skin. He looked down to see Chris dump the contents of a syringe into his arm.

“Wh-what was that?” Liam slurred.

“Don’t worry, cutie. Just listen to the voice.” He giggled.

Liam groaned as the voice got louder and louder, “You are a gay slut. A slutty bottom. You love taking cock.”

Liam looked down and watched as his body hair started to disappear. Gone was his light dusting of chest and belly hairs, leaving him smooth. At the same time, the scruff framing his face vanished. He looked over to Jeremy, who smirked at this new development.

“Oh look at that! It’s totally working!” Chris giggled.

“No shit. Reynolds must’ve given us the good stuff.” Jeremy remarked, slowly massaging his cock.

“The good stuff?” Liam slurred, his voice cracking, “Like, what are you talking about?”

“Good because I was getting bored.” Chris sighed, “I mean, Jeremy baby, you’re an expert kisser, but like, I need a hole.” Jeremy nodded in agreement.

“A hole?” Liam whispered.

He let out a pained moan as his body temperature suddenly spiked. Sweat poured from him as his musculature dwindled away. His hard earned muscles atrophied before his terrified eyes. His bulging biceps and triceps became thin and lean, while his juicy pecs rapidly deflated. In a matter of minutes, years of workouts and optimal dieting were undone, leaving Liam slim and fragile.

“Wow, he’s so light now.” Jeremy chuckled as he man-handled his friend onto his lap. Liam yelped at the sensation of Jeremy’s erect cock grinding against his hole.

“Oh and he’s gotten shorter too! What a cutie.” Chris cooed.

“Ah, ass is still bony though.” Jeremy commented, giving it a firm squeeze.

But Liam barely registered any of this. Instead, his thoughts were filled with the words echoing from the TV. His eyes became half-lidded at this point and his resistance was fading.

“You’re just a bottom, a hole to be used by other men. You are a gay slut.” The words continued, “You like being used by other men. Your only pleasure is from getting fucked.”

“I-I’m straight... I like... I like tits.” He knew his voice sounds more feminine somehow and he cringed, “I’m a straight man.” Jeremy and Chris smirked, “I-I...” images of men getting fucked in all kinds of positions flashed on the TV, “Ohhhh I... I... I’m a...” Liam’s handsome face lost its masculine edge and his hair became lighter in color. At the same time, his cock started to shrink. Inch after inch lost as it retracted back, “Noooooo.... not my cock...” He moaned, tears now stinging at his eyes. His manhood, his masculinity. It was being stolen from him. And he was unable to stop it.

“Your only pleasure comes from your ass.”

Liam moaned again and this time his ass started to fill with jiggly fat. He could feel the extra padding build upon itself, his slim cheeks turning into mounds of soft flesh. And as Jeremy squeezed his ass again, pleasure filled his slim frame.

“Much better.” Jeremy remarked, his fingers massaging Liam’s hole, “Fuck, this is gonna feel so good.”

“Mhmm.” Chris replied, grabbing his own fistful of Liam’s juicy ass.

“Ohhhhhhhh yesssssss.” Liam slurred.

“So, what are you?” Jeremy asked.

“I-I’m...” Part of him didn’t want to say it. Didn’t want to acknowledge it. But as his lips plumped up into gorgeous cock suckers, and Jeremy’s teasing fingers penetrated him deeper, Liam was drowning in too much pleasure to care, “I...I...” The voice was so loud. It egged him on, beckoned him to admit his new truth. He wanted- no needed- to be like the men on the screen. To be fucked and used by other men. Who was he kidding? He knew what he was, “I’m like a total gay slut! I love cock.” He turned his head to look at Jeremy, then Chris, “Please daddies, use me! I need your cocks!” He begged.

And his new lovers were happy to oblige.

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In the afterglow of sex, the three men sat panting heavily on the couch. Liam was curled up between his two lovers, still rubbing their dicks. Despite draining them each multiple times over, he needed more. But his horny thoughts were interrupted by a video call. He grabbed his phone and smiled.

“Hey Mr. Reynolds!” Liam slurred, “Like, we love your penthouse.”

Mr. Reynolds grinned, “I can tell.” His eyes sparkled with satisfaction, “Look at you Liam. My god. You turned out better than expected. The boys at the lab earned their salaries with this one.” Liam nodded along, not really understanding the implication, “How do you feel?”

“Like a total gay slut.” He grinned, “And I love it, like so much, Mr. Reynolds.”

“Well I’m glad to hear.” he chuckled, “And are your friends treating you well?” Liam adjusted the phone so the older man could see his two lovers, who were both fast asleep, “Well looks like you have two very satisfied customers.”

Liam grinned, “Like totally.” A sense of satisfaction filling him, “Oh! Like, can you let Susie know the wedding is off? I’m like, so sorry.”

“Of course, it would be my pleasure. She’ll understand.” Mr. Reynolds replied- mission accomplished, “Now, get back to your party. Enjoy the penthouse for as long as you want.”

Liam’s eyes lit up, “OMG thank you!” The call ended, “Did you hear that?” Liam asked, his two lovers stirring awake.

And so their party continued- and it would for days. Their lives forever changed, and them none the wiser to it. But if their pleasure filled moans were anything to judge by, they certainly weren’t complaining.

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“I am a dumb jock that loves cock!”

“I am a dumb jock that loves cock!”

Jake stood there with a dumb smile, flexing, and repeating his mantra over and over as his Coach explored his body completely unaware that he was being mindfucked into becoming Coach’s newest jock slave.

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The team received an email that when opened, a captivating colorful spiral popped up. Every team member watched it spin as it reprogrammed their minds to wear only jocks during practice and to fuck and eat each other’s asses in the locker room after every practice and game.

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Just as Jace was about to confront the strange man in his house, he heard the man say “SLEEPY TIME.” Jace wobbled on his feet for a few seconds until he collapsed on his bed in a deep trance like he had done so many times before. He was after all, the man’s hypnotized plaything.

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“ Look deep into my eyes and let go. Feel your cock harden. You are just a cock. Just my submissive obedient top to command.”

Chad’s mind emptied as his cock hardened. He was no longer a person. He was just a cock whose only purpose was to be an obedient fuck toy for his Master.

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In person business meetings got more interesting ever since the new IT guy added subliminal messages into all of the software. Now right at 2, all employees report to their Boss’s office for an hour of recorded rough, verbal, sweaty sex which is sold to increase company profits.

[hyphyphyp]

All Matt wanted to do was wash his clothes but the owner wanted to show him a coin trick he learned. Matt watched as the coin slowly flipped through the owner’s fingers. He found himself mesmerized by the light that reflected of the shiny coin.

Matt must of zoned out because when he came to, he realized that the clothes he was wearing were filthy. He had to get them off now.

He looked around and found the owner sitting on a washing machine staring at him intently. Matt went to ask for some privacy but the owner held up the coin he was spinning before and Matt instantly knew what he had to do.

Matt started to dance. He found himself shaking his round muscular ass in the owner’s direction. He looked back and saw the owner staring right at it. For some reason, this made Matt’s cock start to chub up. He wanted to turn the owner on for some reason.

As Matt continued to dance, he slowly stripped off his shirt revealing his juicy pecs and hard rock abs. He felt beads of sweat slowly drip down his strong body causing him to glisten under the lights.

Matt needed to get the rest of these dirty clothes off. He needed to do it now. He grabbed his pants and ripped them off revealing a white jock whose pouch was stretched thin trying to contain his hard leaky cock.

Matt danced until the owner told him it was time to turn on the machine. Matt picked up his jeans that laid in pieces and his shirt and threw them into the machine. He took off his jock and went to throw them in but the owner grabbed them and said he would clean those personally.

Matt grabbed his cock. He knew in order to start the machine he needed to add soap. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke. He went faster and faster. He had to add soap. He needed to turn on the machine. Then bang, he shot his load right into the machine. He closed the door and turned it on.

Matt stood there naked as the owner walked up to him and showed him the coin once again. When Matt came to, he had a new purpose in life. He had to tell everyone he knew about the owner’s coin trick. He had to bring new guys into the laundry mat to experience it first hand.

[hyphyphyp]

Bored At The Metro

I was bored, waiting at the metro, when I noticed two handsome men nearby, both wearing earphones. Perfect, I thought. I opened my laptop and activated my special mind-bending program. I easily hacked into their phones and started typing: "Make out with the man wearing a black shirt on your side" I send the command to the phone of the young man wearing a blue dress shirt.

"Make out with the young man wearing a blue dress shirt on your side" I send the command to the hot man in a black shirt. Now I just had to wait...

I watched as their eyes rolled back for a few seconds, their earphones transferring the commands to their vulnerable brains, suddenly they both looked at each other with hunger in their eyes and started making out in front of everyone. It was such a hot sight.

I just love using my mind-bending program on strangers and making them fall in love with each other, most of the time they are straight men, like these two love birds, but no matter how much straight they are, they always obey the commands.

Information about the two subjects began to appear on my laptop. The one in the black shirt was a 31-year-old married dad with one child, heading home after a long, exhausting day at work. The other, wearing a dress shirt, was a 21-year-old also returning home from his job.

I decided then to make them a permanent couple, I mean, look how cute they are together. I wanted to make things more fun so I started typing again.

"You're a gay bottom for your new boyfriend, you do everything he orders you to and you will obey without questioning, you love to be his slut." I sent the command to the sexy Daddy, and I immediately started to notice a tent forming in his jeans.

"You're a top, an alpha male, you love dominating and humiliating your new Daddy boyfriend." I sent the command to the young man's brain, his demeanor immediately changed and he started to dominate the kiss, he grabbed the Daddy's bulge and squeezed it hard. "I don't even know your name, but I want you to come home with me, I need to fuck you like the slut you are!" He said, his voice filled with desire.

"Yes sir, do whatever you want with me!" They went back to kissing. People started to give them weird stares but they didn't care, they were just a happy couple now.

I closed my laptop with a smirk, I wasn't so bored anymore.

[hyphyphyp]

Hypnosis

Paul:"Don't just stand there, Danny. Come on he's not gonna be like this forever. Come touch him"

Danny:"I'm still freaked by the way he's looking at me. Don't you think he knows whats going om with him right now?"

Paul:"No, he's hypnotised and thinks he's in the gym right now, flexing in front of the mirror. Don't be scared so much, Danny. He won't remember any of it. You always went on about how hot my brother is and now that we get a chance to do this you chicken out? No chance man, come touch him"

Paul:"I mean look at these hairs all over him. You can just bury yourself in them, lick him, kiss him. Come feel it. We still got his junk to check out"

Danny:"Could you hypnotise him to think he's fucking his girlfriend?"

Paul:"Sure, but it might look funny as he would be just pounding air you know"

Danny:"What if you made him think I am his girlfriend for a while. He wouldn't have to pound air. He can pound me from behind you know"

Paul:"Oh I like the way you think. Let's get this bad boy hard and ready!"

[hyphyphyp]

Brainwashing Club: Escape

Victor ran as fast as he could across the desert. He’d escaped from one of the strangest places he’d ever been. It all started… days ago? He had no idea. He wasn’t sure, but it was a while. He’d left work, gotten to his car, and felt an arm snake around his neck and a wet cloth pressed on his face. He involuntarily gasped and gotten a lungful of chloroform. He tried to hold his breath then, and struggle, but that first breath had made his so dizzy and light-headed that after a few minutes he had had to breathe and passed out.

When he woke up, he had been in a room that had wall-to-wall television screens. Even underneath the floor, which was made of a thick plastic, had a bank of TVs. The only thing that wasn’t covered was the door, and even that had one screen mounted in the middle. They all had shown a black screen at first, but a few minutes after he’d gotten up, a spiral blossomed in the center of each. They spun, some… clockwise, some counterclockwise… and it had been hard… to think… so much… noise… and then… the voice…

Victor shook himself from the reverie remembering the spirals was having on him and started to run again. He got fuzzy whenever he thought about the… spirals, but shaking himself again, he could keep going. He had no idea how long he’d stayed in that room, being fed occasionally, sleeping on the plastic floor, losing track of time when the spirals… came on… the TVs… but eventually his chance came.

They turned the TVs on… to the spirals… but had dropped his food off too soon after that, so he hadn’t been slowed by the noise… and spinning. He knocked the guy down and ran, running through a maze a halls until he found an exit which had led him out here to the desert.

He hadn’t seen any vehicles, so he just started crossing the desert, hoping to cross a road or something to guide him back to civilization, to a phone so that he could report those creeps who’d kidnapped him. Especially the one who had spoken to him with… that voice… when the… spirals… had been… on the TVs… spinning… going round and round and round and…

Victor stopped dead in his tracks. His mind was growing foggy, and he couldn’t seem to shake it this time. He’d thought too much about the spiral and now trying to remember what the voice had said was acting like flypaper, getting him more stuck.

He turned his head back from where he’d come, remembering what the voice had said about the spirals. That they were so captivating… that anyone exposed to them would have to try to follow them… follow the spin to the center… that it didn’t matter where he looked at… that the spirals would be there.

Victor’s mind struggled in a daze trying to think of anything but the… spirals. But, like the elephant you think of when someone tells you not to, he couldn’t escape it. It was everywhere, telling him to… keep watching… to fall in… to let… everything… go… to… forget… everything else… to listen… to relax… to watch… to absorb… to… to…

They found him 15 minutes alter, frozen in place, staring over his shoulder but obviously not seeing anything, deep in trance. The man who had requested his training took Victor’s hand and led him to the helicopter to take him back to the facility. The man smiled, happy that even though Victor had escaped it had been long enough in the programming that just the thought of what he’d seen was enough to re-entrance him. It wouldn’t be longer now before his identity was putty in his brainwasher’s hands.

[hyphyphyp]

Wish: A muscle mind control story where somebody grows more and more obedient to someone else as their muscles grow larger and larger

@Anon

– – –

Tyler was the star player on his college baseball team, instantly earning the admiration of his team mates and his coach. Speaking of, Coach Benson quickly had his eye on the stud, finding the nineteen year old’s body incredibly sexy when his uniform would cling to his sweaty muscles after practice.

It didn’t take long for Coach to approach Tyler after practice one day in the locker room. “Just wanted to say that you’re doin’ great out there, Son,” he said, clapping the young man’s broad shoulder. “But I think we should try putting more size on you.”

Tyler looked hesitant at first. “I dunno,” he admitted. “I don’t want to get too big.” He gestured down at his proportional physique that always got him plenty of girls to fuck. 

“It’ll help you keep that sports scholarship,” Coach countered, knowing that was his ace in the hole…

After that, Coach developed a personal workout plan specifically for Tyler which was designed to help the stud put on more mass. What was most critical was that he needed to listen to the playlist that he’d downloaded onto his phone, claiming that it would help the baseball star with staying motivated since he’d hired some nerds at the psych department to add some subliminal messages to it.

Tyler didn’t question it and did as he was told, frequenting the gym two, sometimes three, times a day. He spent most of his free time working out so that he could bulk up, all the while, his ear pods constantly on and playing that obscure music.

It didn’t long until Tyler started to show some results. His uniform fit a little more tightly as it struggled to contain his growing pecs and ass. He’d put on an eye-opening nine pounds of solid muscle in just two weeks, unable to stop flexing and showing off his progress to Coach Benson.

“Check it out, Coach!” Tyler said one day as he posed in the locker room mirror, completely nude with his hard cock bobbing in the air as he flexed. “I’m puttin’ on size just like you asked.” He leaned forward and formed a most muscular pose, feeling an odd sense of pride when the older man smiled and nodded at him.

“You sure are,” Coach whistled. “That’s a good boy.”

On cue, at the praise from the older man, Tyler’s muscles spasmed and he couldn’t hold back the loud moan as he came, his cum splattering all over the mirror. When he came to, the young man blushed like crazy.

“Don’t worry about that mess,” Coach teased him, walking forward and giving him a playful swat on his ass. “Why don’t you head to gym and do some more squats? Build up this rear of yours some more.”

Without even thinking, Tyler nodded. “Yes, Coach,” he automatically said, pausing for a moment to question why he was so eager to obey the man’s commands. He shook the weird feeling away and got dressed to head to the gym so that he could work on his glutes.

-__Two months later__-

“Did ya see that, Coach?” Tyler beamed as he followed behind the older man into his house where he stayed at now. “I didn’t let that tricky pitcher strike me out.”

As soon as he stepped foot inside the house, Tyler followed his conditioning and immediately began to strip naked. Thanks to his new workout regimen, he’d packed on over fifty pounds of muscle, with a majority of the focus on his pecs and ass, making him look like a curvy muscleslut. At the sight of the older man watching him, his seven inches instantly rocketed to attention and waved around in the air as he undressed.

“I sure did,” Coach grinned, loving the sight of the hunky college jock completely under his control. “I think you deserve a little treat, you did so well.”

Tyler couldn’t help the explosion of excitement that boomed in his large chest. “Really?!” he cheered, practically sprinting to the bedroom and assuming the position. He was on all fours, puffing out his muscled chest and sticking his rotund rear out invitingly.

For a brief moment, when he caught sight of his reflection in the bedroom mirror, an alarm bell rang out in his brain and told him that this was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be so eager to please his coach, he wasn’t supposed to be living with him and being his house pet, and his pecs and ass shouldn’t have been so disproportionately huge.

However, the second Coach sauntered into the bedroom and began to unbutton his polo, showing off a large swatch of his hairy pecs, the alarm was silenced and Tyler started to drool at the sight of the older man.

“Was I a good boy, Coach?” Tyler asked, playfully wagging his bubblebutt in the direction of the older man.

“You sure were,” Coach smirked as he ran an admiring hand over his jockpup’s ass, loving how it sent a shiver through the altered stud. “You’re Coach’s good boy.”