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"So......he will not move?"

"Not even an inch. Well, unless I told him otherwise,"

"Even if I punch him?"

"Go on, try it. See if he will flinch,"

So Eddie tried to punch the frozen, dormant Luke right on his face and stopped with mere 1 centimetre left between his fist and Luke's nose. Not even a blink. Eddie then grinned at the already grinning Casper

"Bro, this is sick,"

"Yeah, even better if you can be like him too, Eddie," and suddenly Casper directed the barrell of technologically-advanced right to Eddie's heart before pulling the trigger. Eddie's once excited face dramatically turned into horror before eventually shifted once more to a rather stoic and statuesque facial expression

"Perfect,"

"Now Luke, I want you to take him under your wing. Teach him everything I taught you, like how to clean the house, prepare my meal, keep your body fit and of course how do you polish my knob and overall serviced my body. I believe you can do it, and at least now it's not all lonely for you to handle everything all by yourself. This is very generous of me, don't you think?"

"Yes Master, very generous, and I'm forever thankful for it. But, will you dispose me for him, Master?"

"Of course not, you two can service me interchangably as long as Weel is not coming back yet from his adventures across the world learning about the various life on Earth. He gave me this device to enslave you and others knowing full well he will leave for quite some times, so I'm not planning to dispose anyone,"

"Okay then Master. Well, hello there, mentee. I will have a lot of fun molding you into Master Casper's perfect slave,"

Casper just grinned upon listening to Luke's statement. This cool device from his advanced alien friend is really amazing, but so far he only explored the feature Weel taught him. What about these other commands he can try on? Hmmm....maybe he needs some more test subjects.....

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Crossed Over the limit (1/2)

Allan is doing another all night cramming. Determined, with Textbooks were stacked around him. The glow of his desk lamp washed over the inked notes he’d meticulously arranged, his mind laser-focused on an upcoming thesis.

But just a few minutes into his computer, Allen scratches his head from annoyance. Distracted from the loud grunts, and slow rhythmic thumping. He sighed and leaned back, and looked toward the other side of the apartment. It was Allan’s annoying jock neighbor, Kevin, working out. 

Although, Allan’s anger subsided quickly as he looks at Kevin; Loving the view as he looks at his built and defined body, his tattoos, His underwear clung loosely to his hips, His body gleamed under the afternoon light. Huge, oiled-up arms pumped lazily as he did slow, sluggish pushups on the floor. His inked muscles swelled with each movement, pecs hanging heavy, back arching wrong. His form wasn’t perfect, he barely understood the mechanics anymore. But he was trying. Trying hard.

Noticing Allan looking over, Kevin stops and stood up, His mouth hung open as he panted. “Ugh... one... two... uh... four... yeahh...” 

Allan cleared his throat, voice flat with practiced authority.

“Kevin. Keep it down.”

Kevin’s head perked up immediately, like a dog called by name. He beamed with an eager, clueless smile and collapsed onto his knees.

“Y-yeah! Hehe, Sorry, Master!” he blurted out, voice dopey and deep.

 “Didn’t mean t’ be noisy-n-noisy… Jus’ doin’ my lil’ pushy-ups like ya said, Master...”

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, showing his bushy and musky armpits, The grime and sweat built up from weeks of not taking a bath. His voice slurred through each syllable like a child practicing speech.

“I…will be quiet now master… shhhh” 

Allan didn’t reply. He just smirked faintly, returned blankly to his book. Recollecting the events in the past few weeks with his annoying neighbor…  ====================================

2 WEEKS AGO

Allan’s pen scratched harshly against the paper as he tried to solve a complex calculus problem for the third time. His eyelids trembled from exhaustion, despite drinking a few cups of coffee around him. The time is already 11:56 PM, not only he hasnt got a damn thing about his studies, he also can’t help but get distracted from the loud thuds, screams, and rock music in the wall next door!

THUD THUD BAM 

The bass from the apartment next door roared like a thunderclap. A muffled, chaotic voice screamed, “YEAAAH, BRO!” followed by a round of beer bottles clinking and the sickening thump of furniture being knocked over.

“Arghh… Kevin…” Allan hissed under his breath.

Kevin, the guy next door, the perpetual thorn in his flesh. Tall, dumb, noisy, and totally a nuisance. Even worse, he had a gang of equally loud friends who laughed like hyenas in the middle of the night!

Allan gritted his teeth and stuffed his ears with tissue paper, muttering curses…

The next morning, Allan stared down at his exam sheet. The answers danced, unfinished. His sleepless brain had failed him. The red “Failed” score scrawled across the top was like a knife to the chest. He stared blankly as students filed out around him. As he stares more to his paper, He hears Kevin's laugh echoing in his mind. That low, nasal chuckle. That "bro" voice. That meatheaded, jockish smile. Allan crumpled his test paper in internal rage.

Later That night, Allan tries to calm himself down by browsing the internet, but in doing so, he stumbled in something bizarre.

A weird ad, along with a forum post.. It describes a weird, probably illegal and completely experimental substance, a chemical compound supposedly used in “psychological reprogramming studies.” people in the forum said it’s supposed to be Tasteless, odorless, and designed to make the subject completely compliant to the first person they make prolonged eye contact with after ingestion. One user said:

“Seriously, though, listen up: DOSE IS KEY! I cannot stress this enough. We're talking just two drops, max, per dose. No more, no less.”

Allan was suspicious of the substance, but it tried looking more about the drug and it doesnt seem like it's blacklisted. Can’t hurt to try he thought, and if it fails, he hopes it would upset that jerk’s stomach at least. Allan clicked “Buy Now”

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three days later, the package arrived. A small black vial. Cold in his hand. The inside shimmered like oil. The more he thinks about the substance’ effects, the more allan becomes sceptical about it actually working, but he’s still determined.

Later that evening, as expected, Kevin had another night with his bros. The music was loud again, this time, they’re on the apartment balcony. shirtless, beer in hand, smokes of cigarettes wafting into Allan’s window.

Kevin shouted to someone inside, “AYO, WE RAN OUT OF BEER!”

Allan saw his moment.

He took a deep breath, grabbed a bottle of beer from his fridge, and slipped in ten full drops into one of them. He then rushed in the front door of Kevin’s apartment, holding one cold soda in hand. finally confronting the bastard that made him fail the exams. Allan knocks, and after a few minutes, Kevin opens the door.

“Sup. Need something bro?” Kevin Asks, staring down at Allan. Kevin, intimidating as ever with his tatooed arms and obviously built torso hidden in his tanktop.

Allan held out the drink. ”H-hey Kevin. Do you mind keeping the noise down… I’m kinda in the middle of something…”

Kevin Frowns, and smirks,

 “Wait, Aren’t you that twig next door? heh, yeah ain’t gonna happen Bro. Learn to have fun mannn!”

Allan expected as much, so he then resorts for plan B. “W-well, a…anyway. I got you this beer as a p-peace offering ya’know? So c-can you please keep it a lil’ bit down?”

Kevin squinted, dumb as ever. “Aye yooo there we go, thanks man”

He grabbed the bottle and drank it right away. Allan watched with morbid fascination as Kevin drinks it all away and slowly closes the door, his thick Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. His neck muscles flexed, veins trailing down his tan, tattooed skin. His thick chest rose with a sigh after he finished half the bottle in one go… Then, Kevin stopped moving in a second, door half closed, then his whole torso shivers.

“Uh… Erhm..! Can you… turn the music down? Like, now?”

Kevin, still holding the bottle midair, turned slowly. His expression softened, almost blank. His lips parted slightly.

“…yeah, sure bro” he mumbled.

He walked inside without a word, then A moment later, his laughing friends suddenly shuts up, and the loud banging rock music was cut off. Finally, a peaceful quiet night. Allan walked back to his own apartment and was stunned by the silence. And wonder, 

“huh, did it work?”

or maybe, it's just a coincidence.

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For the next few days, Allan had peace unlike anything he’d experienced since moving into the apartment complex. The nights were silent. No bass. No shouts. Just crickets, the hum of his desk lamp, and the soft scratching of pen on paper. For once, his focus was razor sharp. His assignments were finished on time. His grades jumped. Aside from that, He also noticed something even better, Kevin has changed.

No more impromptu parties. No more gym-bro screaming through the walls. No more blasting of rock music past midnight. Kevin had become strangely obedient. He has become quiet, REALLY quiet. Allan didn’t really pay it any mind, until one day,

Allan noticed while taking out the trash. As he passed Kevin’s unit, he heard a muffled argument. Loud voices—familiar, scratchy, bro-y. His friends.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you lately?”

“I asked you to come spot me. We always do Tuesdays, bro!”

“Mhm…”

“You skipped arm day again!”

“Dude, are you even there right now? You’ve been, like, blank as hell.”

“Mm…”

Allan froze outside the door, his ears sharpened, Then Kevin’s voice—no longer booming and boyish like before. Just soft, sluggish.

“…idk, man. Jus' wanna be quiet.”

“ WTF Bro?!  you ain’t even makin’ sense! Ya ain’t a damn monk”

“…”

Allan heard the crash of a chair or something being knocked over. Then a furious voice said, 

“You used to be fun, bro. Now you’re just... boring and weird!”

Allan then quietly backed away, and ran back to his apartment. Even Allan is weirded out by Kevin’s new behavior after that day. That substance, no doubt now that it really did its magic. but it wasn’t just making Kevin compliant. It was doing something in his way of thinking.

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A few days later, It was 7:45 AM. Allan, dressed in a light hoodie and backpack slung over one shoulder, opened his apartment door to leave for class. He was still yawning, one shoe untied, when he froze on the spot. But something bizarre definitely woke him up.

In the other side of the hallway, Allan saw Kevin’s muscular figure walking, almost naked with his shorts.

Just a loose pair of shorts sagging low on his hips, revealing the thick ridges of his v-cut and waistband of his boxers. Shirtless revealing the tattoos Allan saw during his visit the other day. His chest, once firm and proud, rose and fell like a slow tide. His arms hung loosely at his sides, veiny and slack. His hair was tousled, eyes half-lidded, jaw slack.

He wasn’t even looking at Allan. He was just… lost in the moment. Taking slow, clumsy steps down the corridor as if he'd forgotten what he was doing.

“Kevin?” Allan called cautiously.

The hulking figure turned his head slowly. His expression remained blank, but when his eyes found Allan’s, he blinked once then offered a lazy, goofy grin.

“Oh. Yo…” Kevin mumbled.

“You okay?”

Kevin scratched his shoulder, blinking in slow-motion. 

“Uhh… I, uhh…” He paused, looking around like a toddler lost in a supermarket. “I… dunno. Kinda walkin’… I think.”

“You’ve just been walking around out here?”

“Guess, bro. Jus’... movin’. S’nice.”

“Okay. Well, maybe head back inside or something?”

Kevin squinted, then gave a lazy thumbs up. “Yeaaah… m'kay, bro.”

Later that day, Allan returned from a long day in the campus, all tired and exhausted, but as he returned back to the hall of his apartment, Allan’s tiredness went all away, replaced with confusion and frustration as he sees Kevin again, still shirtless and lost in the thought, wondering around the apartment. Now down to his undies. He was circling in slow laps, dragging his feet, mouth slightly open. He didn’t even seem to know Allan had come back until Allan stood right in front of him.

“Wha-?!…youre still here?” Allan muttered.

Kevin blinked. “Yup.”

“Why?”

Kevin scratched his temple with a thick finger. “…Dunno, bro. Jus’… out here. Feels chill.”

Allan scratches his head in confusion, and walked to his front door, Trying to ignore his annoying -but incredibly hot- neighbor. However, there was a pang of guilt. Of pity, maybe. Or curiosity. Whatever it was, Allan looked again at Kevin, and spoke to the broken man.

“Sigh… You wanna come inside for a bit? You’ve been out here like a stray dog…”

Kevin lit up instantly. His expression hadn’t been that bright in days. “Hell yeah, bro!”

Inside, Kevin sat awkwardly on Allan’s sofa like an excited pet. The massive frame of his body dwarfed the small space. Allan watched him as he sank back, legs straight, arms resting at his sides like a doll. His breathing was slow. His chest rose and fell. That once-boyish thuggish face was now serene eyes with that scary and intimidating stare, lips parted just slightly.

“So… I noticed you’ve been… different.”

Kevin looked up. “Huh? diff?”

“I mean, I heard you haven’t been going to the gym. You don’t do any of those late night hangouts, and stopped playing rock… Its just out of character of you…”

Kevin furrowed his brow. It looked like he was trying to process the words but got stuck somewhere in the middle.

“…M’jus chillin’, bro.” He grinned sheepishly. “Keepin’ it quiet. Like you want.”

“...Like I want?” Allan echoed, sitting across from him. “So, you’re still doing this… for me?”

“Uh-huh. You said keep it down. So, I been real quiet. Dun even play music no more. Jus’... bein’ good.”

Now that Allan talks to him face to face made him realize, This wasn’t just a little mental fog. Kevin’s language is deteriorating. The way he talks is nothing like what he overhears everyday when he messes around with his friends, and he isn’t as insolent as he used to be. His sentences were shorter. His grammar was falling apart. He sounded like a confused preschooler trying to sound cool. 

So to test it out, Allan wants to provoke him and see how deep his Behavior has gone down.

“Heh, aren’t you usually the man full of bravado? Never thought you’d be this dumb?”.

Kevin chuckled, missing the insult entirely. “Haha, dunno. Prob’ly dumb, bro.”

“Remember when you used to act all tough and loud? Like some punkass gym freak yelling through the walls? Now look at you.” He scoffed, poking Kevin’s meaty pec. “You’re like a docile golden retriever.”  Allan said mockingly, half-laughing, trying to keep it casual.

Kevin looked down at Allan’s hand, then smiled proudly. “Thanks, bro.”

“…That wasn’t a compliment.”

Kevin blinked. “Huh?”

Allan laughed. Kevin is totally off the rails, and it might actually be because of that serum he mixed with his beer a few days ago. The way this massive, tattooed, once-thuggish hunk sat there like a dimwitted toy. Responding to everything with a dopey grin and a grunt. Too dumb now to understand sarcasm. Too foggy to get annoyed. The same guy who used to throw beer cans off the balcony for fun now sat there obedient, bare-chested, submissive. 

Allan grinned, staring at Kevin’s massive body flailing aimlessly without a thought in his head, and slowly degrading the more the clock ticks by, 

“Heh, I was expecting a lil bit tummy ache from that serum, you becoming dumber and dumber is definitely a plus!” Allan said with a wicked grin. “I bet you couldn’t even spell your own name right now,” 

Kevin looked down as if thinking about it hurt. “K... E... V... uh…”

Allan burst out laughing.

“Jesus. You're really getting stupider!”

Kevin giggled along, as if it were a compliment again.

For a prolonged time, Allan’s apartment is now the noisy one with his condescending laughs. Instead of following Allan’s original plan to study, Allan instead spent the whole afternoon by poking fun of his now dumb muscle neighbor more and more. The idiot can’t even tell an insult from compliments, Allan even offered Kevin food, Kevin didn’t question it and Ate sloppily like a dog. Afterwards, the man just sats with his back straight, eyes unfocused as Allan fondles Kevin’s muscles like a pillow freely.

Eventually, Allan got tired, and yawned. “Okay, dumbass. I’ve had my fun. Time for you to head back.”

Kevin blinked and stood. “Nooo…”

“What?”

Kevin stood up and stepped closer. Then another. Allan was preparing to open up his door to kick Kevin out, but Kevin’s huge arms wrapped around him suddenly in a slow, needy hug.

“I... stay here,” Kevin mumbled.

Allan stiffened. Kevin’s bare chest pressed into him. Warm. Heavy. Reeking faintly of sweat and metal, this man hasn’t got a bath today, Allan thought. His arms, thick as Alan’s torso, wrapped tight like weighted blankets.

“ H-hey! I no that can’t do! I need to study!” “Wanna stay here… quiet here. S’nice... comfy…”

Allan couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. The huge muscle thug idiot is clinging to him so tight, Allan can’t move an inch! But somewhere deep down, Allan didn’t hate it entirely…

“…Fine,” he said softly. “You can stay a little longer.”

Kevin smiled dumbly and rested his chin on Allan’s head.

Despite his resentment to this dumb muscle jock, Kevin. Allan still embraced Kevin, touching his musky, muscular back. He might be a jerk before, but its not the Kevin that he once knew. This is a new side of Kevin, a Kevin that Allan prefers, and He doesn’t want this this version of Kevin to go away.

(TBC...)

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Tized my masseur after his massage service... and i dunno if its effective...

[mehtallee]

The 3 inches wide fluffy pink ball with two legs just stared from the top of the sink to its looming human vessel. It then telepathically send the message to its human vessel and he starts to seemingly check himself in the mirror

The alien ball four eyes witnessed two different sights. The upper pair sees the reflection shown in the mirror, it is basically using the sight of its human vessel to sse what he sees. Meanwhile, its lower pair is basically seeing its human vessel posing in the mirror, its normal eyes functioning just like regular eyes.

As the alien finished to proces through all its human vessel mind, with his lifeless eyes, he flexed his pecs and make the pair of his own muscular tits jiggling which makes the alien giggle because it is as bouncy as itself.

The alien then telepathically make him said

"Ready at your disposal, Master,"

The alien purrs and then bounced itself as it leaps from the sink right to his mouth. He opened his mouth wide to welcome his Master and he's already conditioned to be excited to serve its duty to the extraterrestrial cause

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The Bright Side

I entered my uncle's room and took a deep breath. It's been days since he was allowed to leave and the room stunk like sweat, cum, and armpit. But my uncle didn't seem bothered by it:

He lounged in his expensive leather couch with his anaconda-like cock dangling out in the open. This was the same man who yelled at me until I cried when I spilled water on his couch. His thick, naked legs tensed as he noticed me. I took careful steps to show nothing was in my hands. My uncle, a man named Morgan, stretched with his muscled torso and armpits out in the open. Sweat glistened on his body and drying streaks of cum smeared on the couch.

To make a wild story short: my uncle was a smart, arrogant archaeologist. When he wasn't living in the gym, he was living in his lab, studying old relics. His latest discovery had him excited at the knowledge he could learn, but instead he unleashed the several thousands of years caveman from his final resting place.

Now for the past week, Morgan had been locked in his apartment while I tried to learn more about how to help him. It's been a helpless endeavor, and his boss is already about to fire him. But he can't return to the lab the way he was now. He's a total idiot. The mind of a scientist gone and just left with an ancient hunter in the body of an athletic late-30-something year old. All I've seen him do is tear off his clothes and furiously jerk himself off. I never thought of my uncle as a sexual man, but for the first day, I tried as hard as I could to have the caveman stop, but he kept finding ways to take off his pants or jerk himself off without hands. Morgan didn't have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend—so little I knew about my uncle—and I thought of him as an asexual intellectual, but now I knew that wasn't the case. The past few days had the caveman and I finding tubes and tubes of lube, condoms, sex toys, and BDSM gear.

Now, I found the caveman, who I just decided to call Morgan, liked to be tied up and used like a chained stallion.

I used the cross necklace around his neck to lead him like a bridle to the bedroom. I could smell the stink of dried sweat on him. Later I would have to wash him, but for now I clipped him in his harness and get up. I had to get back to work in half an hour, so this wasn't a pleasure errand, just something needed to be done like feeding a dog.

I turned my back to him and started to take off my clothes. I heard the creaking of the leather harness as Morgan tried to mount me, but the ties held. I lowered myself on my hands and knees and slowly backed up until I felt Morgan's strong hands grasp at my hips. He dragged me closer, and I felt his sticky knees lock against my ribs and he fully mounted me. As he adjusted his muscular frame and settled his full athletic body on top of me, I fingered my hole with lube.

Then Morgan plunged himself into me. His thick, veiny cock slid in and out. It had only been a couple hours since he last entered me, and my hole hadn't had time to tighten up again. The full filling of his cock felt familiar now. The animalistic grunting of Morgan as he went balls deep into me almost sounded like words. I tried to brace against the force of his thrusts and his weight, but I nearly crumpled under his fucking.

Soon it was over, and I felt the hot, flooding sensation of the caveman shooting ropes of cum into me. I stood up, and dressed quickly. I felt like I needed to shower, but I didn't have time. I'd have to hope no one smelled Morgan's musks on me. I found that his pheromones were heightened and people tended to notice.

I unclipped Morgan's harness and he grunted away back to the leather couch. He recently gotten into the hobby of making cave paintings on the walls. I wished I knew the language he was speaking, but sadly there wasn't enough information. And worse yet, I wondered if I could even save my uncle, but the bright side is, I might prefer this low IQ jock than my stuck up uncle.

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Shift Anomaly: Glitch?

Today was supposed to be just another uneventful day. Just like how my boredom usually gets the best of me, I ended up lying in bed, scrolling through my phone I bought from that weird shop.

As advertised, the phone was meant to help me gain confidence to talk to my crush, or at least slowly give tiny suggest in their head that they're starting to like me throughout our conversations, but for some reason, something weird happened today.

I was immediately blasted by tons and tons of follow requests from different people. My initial thought was it was some bot raid to my account, then I realized these are actual accounts of different people in my university. I scanned through all the requests and saw at least around 30 people trying to send me follow requests. That itself was already weird, then it was followed by something more unusual. I started getting message requests from about 5 people.

One in particular was from the same apartment building I currently live in. I do not know his name, but I casually bump into him a couple of times with a simple "hey" and "sup".

In his message, I was greeted by a topless picture of him, followed by a greeting.

"Hey. Just thought you'd like to see my gains."

That was his first line of message. I saw him typing again when I took so long to reply.

"Dunno, maybe you wanna come over and feel them? 💦"

Fuck. What is this? Why would somebody suddenly invite me over, let alone a stranger, on my personal account?

The thought that maybe someone told everybody that I'm a cocksucking fag only got worse when I checked another message. It was from a professor of a class I never took.

"Hey. Sorry, but somehow I kept thinking about you. Thought you'd like this pic for some reason. Haha"

I can see what's begging to be released by his shorts. Fuck. All of the sudden, everyone within the campus wants me.

Even the straightest senior jock.

"Come lie on my chest n treat me like a pillow? 😉 would be chill"

It wasn't the only thing he sent me.

"Or maybe you'd like a lollipop, twink?"

The next thing he sent me was a video, low view but this time, with his cock out, fully hard, with him stroking it.

"Doesn't have to be a one time thing"

I was shocked with every pictures I'm receiving. The more messages I open, the more I'm starting to believe this is not just some work of someone sharing my infos to other people. It was ultimately something else.

After checking the last message request, my phone suddenly vibrated like how it never did, and then was followed by a black screen, except it wasn't a quick one. It looked like black goo was filling the screen, then it was just all black.

A text appeared like a notification.

"Make a choice."

That's what it says, before I received a call.

It was my crush, Josiah.

I didn't know what's going on but I just decided to answer his call out of fear that something's wrong.

There I was greeted by his cam, showing him topless in front of a mirror.

"Hey, bud." He called to me, hoarsely.

There was something unusual with the way he spoke. He sounded monotonous.

"Thank's for choosing me." He chuckled, then started pulling on his boxers.

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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.

[mehtallee]

Goodnight Kiss

You sleepy, bro? What, long day sittin’ on the couch? Nah, I’m teasin’!

But for real, I’m the one who should be tired, hahaha! That’s what workin’ out does to you, man. And lemme tell you, I crushed it today! Guess I was just feelin’ it, y’know?

So…you wanna give ‘em a little squeeze? Maybe a little smooch? Don’t want all this work goin’ to waste...

Oh, thank god, man! Knew you'd say yes. You like my arms? Yeah, I thought you would. Uh…I mean…not in like a gay way or anything, haha? I just figured you might be into that. Big guys, I mean…

Please don’t stop. 

I just…want you to feel me, bro. Like…I dunno how to explain it. Your hands feel so good. And your mouth. Ungh, your tongue. Shit dude, your tongue…So fuckin’ hot…

Goddamn, you’re good at this!

I think we’re gonna be up for a while…

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[mehtallee]

Leo

It was not exactly suitable to have the host go out and get more drinks alone, but you needed the toilet break, and Zeke was insistent. Always too nice, you thought. Perhaps it was because he had to be around these things which are only nice — which have to be only nice.

You came out of the toilet, relieved. His house was too big for one person, even with the workshop and storage included, though cleaning would not be a problem, you reckon. Still, the length and width of the corridor leading to the living room gave you a certain cinematic, unsettling vibe.

You noticed a door on the left ajar, which you recognised was one of the doors you opened on the way in when trying to look for the toilet, but toilets are not full of shelves with plastic storage boxes on them, that you know.

You proceeded to grab the door handle, but as you gently closed the door something whirred, then something blue glowed onto the boxes you could see from the gap. You hoped you did not break anything. Maybe something dropped; you had to put it back to place.

You fumbled for the light switch and flipped it. The glow is dimmer in the light, and the whirring stopped, but you wanted to check if you moved anything. You nudged the door lightly as it opened further. There was nothing in its way. You checked the shelves from the far side, which were all intact, and turned straight ahead as the door was now wide open, and found a pair of eyes looking down at you. You reflexively moved two steps backwards. Your heart was pounding.

The pair of grey eyes were on an eerily symmetrical face, short hair, straight nose, pale lips, and a clean chin with a strong angular jawline; the features were even more prominent with the light shining from the side. Below that was thick neck that connected to wide shoulders, and a shirtless body, thoroughly muscular and chiseled. His biceps measured up to the width to his neck, but it did not seem inflated, nor excessive beside his torso. Everything was remarkably smooth.

“Hello,” a deep, sonorant voice resonated through you. “I do not recognise you.”

“Should you be on? Did I uh — turn you on?” You fell one more step back. You had been around one of these, and Zeke had done demos in your presence, but it was different, with one looking like that, on accident, when no one else was there.

“I don’t know for sure. May I ask who you are?” His stance was still towards the side, but his torso was turned so he could face you. He remained perfectly still as he spoke.

“I’m Enoch, a friend of Zeke. He’s out to bring drinks — uh — how long have you been on?” You were more nervous than you should be, and you hoped he was not advanced enough to pick that up.

“13 hours — and — 48 minutes.” A green battery light shone through his skin, saying it was at 30%. He smiled.

“I see. So I didn’t turn you on.” You find your gaze wandering down across his form. “Uh, I should, um, leave you be, then.” You wanted to apologise for intruding, but you reminded yourself that it was not necessary, nor did it make sense.

“Okay, have a nice evening with Zeke.” He nodded in one jerky motion, and turned back to the side, looking away.

You stepped forward and held the doorknob. “Wait,” you said. “Just to be curious, exactly… what are you? What are you for?”

His torso twisted back, but his feet still had not moved an inch. “I am Leo, a general use automaton. I was designed to be versatile and easy to communicate with. I can assist with most household tasks, among other specific tasks.” The baritone broadcasted. His pecs bounced after the sentence.

“Specific tasks.” You repeated as your gaze wandered further down.

You could hear keys clanging, and jumped a little inside. You stole one more look of the countenance and slammed the door shut, without turning the light inside off. You saw him putting down a tote bag and a six-pack, and he noticed you.

“You okay?” Zeke came towards you.

“Yeah.” You still felt the palpitation and your chest heaving, but there was really nothing to be anxious about.

Zeke looked at the door next to you, the edges of which were still leaking light.

“Uh — I found that something was on. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t turn it on on accident.” You scratched your head. “It’s unexpected.” You added.

Zeke furrowed his eyebrows for a split second, and raised his brows. “Ah, yeah. Leo, you mean. He’s on? I must have nudged something this morning.”

Zeke opened the door, and caught eyes with the automaton.

“Hello, Zeke. I just met your friend Enoch. How may I help you two?” The musclebound figure turned in the exactly same way he did the first time, only this time there was something stirring under his shorts. Zeke seemed to have ignored it, though.

“Well, get him user privileges, for starters,” Zeke said. “Now that you’re on anyway, why don’t you come out and stand by?”

“Head?” The head of the automaton tilted slightly to the side, and his pecs bounced again.

“Head on, shorts on. Don’t scare our friend off.” Zeke turned to you, but was briefly distracted by something happening below. “The words ‘head on’ did something there.” He gave you a mischievous smile. You blushed, but embarrassment alone would not calm your bulge.

“I guessed right,” you commented.

“It’s natural, considering what I do, right?” Zeke turned and walked down the corridor. “Take our friend’s hand and guide him out, will you?”

His strong, round calves lifted themselves off the ground for the first time, and as he approached, you found yourself retreating again, until he caught up and held your hand. His grip was firm but not tight, and his palm was the toastiest you had ever felt, but also so dry and sleek it was slippery. “Let’s,” the deep voice vibrated in your ear.

“It’s actually one of the older ones. That’s why I put it in storage. But it also means it’s more jerky, robotic, and — obedient. You can have him, if you want. I’ll pack you the charging pod.” Zeke casually commented as he walked.

“Uh — that’s —” You squeezed the large hand in surprise, but the synthetic hunk only watched you and smiled.

“I’ll take that as a very eager yes.” Zeke chuckled. “Have fun. You can try ‘head off’ and ‘shorts off’ at home. Leo, give Enoch primary privileges.”

“I am glad I can get to know you.” He grinned to you even more now. “Enoch, tell me whatever you want me to do. I want to make you happy.” His lips stopped moving towards the end of the sentence, and his pecs bounced again, for a few times more. You looked down, and there was a clear, growing silhouette in his crotch.

[mehtallee]

I’ve never met anyone so susceptible to hypnosis. Five minutes in, and I’d already turned him into a dumb sex pup.

It started with the usual induction. He was wearing some old sweaty gym clothes, sitting on the couch, grinning at me. “It’s not gonna work,” he said.

“You’re probably right,” I said, slowly moving my finger back and forth in front of him. “You’re too smart for this.”

“Am I supposed to feel something?” he said.

“No,” I told him, my finger still moving back and forth. “You don’t feel anything.”

“I don’t feel … anything,” he slurred, watching my finger.

“You don’t remember anything,” I told him.

“I don’t… uhhhh,” he said.

“You’re my pet,” I said.

“Yours…” he murmured, his eyes going slack.

“My dumb sexy pup,” I said.

He grinned. “Woof!” he barked.

“Take off your clothes, pup,” I said, and he barked again and pulled his clothing from his body, sitting there naked.

“You’ve got a sexy furry body,” I said, and he stuck out his tongue to pant happily. I rubbed my hand down his hairy chest, down to his cock. It was starting to stiffen. “And this is your favorite toy, isn’t it?” I said.

He barked, and his hand met mine on his dick.

“Show me how you like to play with it,” I said, and he grinned stupidly and started jerking off.

“Such a good boy,” I said, reaching for the pup tail butt plug that I’d already lubed up. “You’re going to make a very obedient pup.”

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[mehtallee]

I’ve been using hyper-hypno on my roommate, Rick. It’s like regular hypnosis, but it can physically transform the subject.

“You’re drifting,” I told him.

“I’m … drifting,” he slurred, his eyelids drooping.

“Going under,” I said.

“Going … under.” His gaze unfocused, and he looked distant and blank.

“Your mind is clear,” I said. “No distractions. No stress. Pure relaxation.”

“Feels goooood,” he sighed, a blissed-out look on his face.

“Tell me your fantasy,” I said. “Tell me what turns you on.”

“I wanna be a bodybuilder,” he said, staring into the distance. “I’ve always wanted to be big and strong. To show off. No shame.”

“That’s what you are,” I said. “You’re huge. Muscular. Manly.”

As I spoke, his body began to change. His shoulders broadened, became thick and strong. His biceps thickened with muscle, his chest barreled out.

“How do you feel?” I said.

“Hot,” he whispered. “Fuckin hot. I wanna show off.”

“You’re an exhibitionist,” I said. “You’re wearing next to nothing.”

His clothing evaporated as I spoke, dissolving until he wore just a skimpy bathing suit. He rubbed his body, smiling blissfully.

“Wake,” I said, snapping my fingers. He looked startled, then stared down at his body.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “What did you do to me?”

“Nothing,” I said. “You did it to yourself.”

“Oh my God,” he said, feeling his new strong nearly-naked physique. Then he looked up at me, a big grin on his face. “Okay, dude,” he said. “Now it’s your turn to transform.”

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[mehtallee]

Passenger Prince

Your phone buzzed - a new message from Chase.

Chase: "can u pick me up pls?"

Again? You let out a sigh. Just this week, you'd already driven your meathead of a roommate to GNC for new protein powder, the grocery store for suspiciously discounted steak, and a bar he couldn't find to meet a girl he didn't like.

Did Chase pay for gas? Nope, not once. Did he put his feet on the dashboard? Every time. What made it all the more frustrating was how…oblivious…he was. He didn't have a mean bone in his body, but driving with Chase was like chauffeuring a massive, muscular toddler.

Sometimes, you suspected Chase just liked being around you. He'd glance at you with a smile on his face; he'd put on music you liked; he'd ask you about your day. It was…weird…but nice. Yeah, nice.

Anyway, in for a penny, in for a pound, right?

You: "Where?"

Chase: "gym"

You: "Don't you usually walk there? It's like what, 10-15 minutes away?"

Chase: "leg day today. too tired. pls???"

You: "Fine. Be there soon."

Chase: "ty ty :)"

Chase: "can u bring a snack?"

You grabbed your keys and a snack - technically snacks - for Chase. Was it a protein bar day or a jerky day? You shook your head, headed out the door, and started your car. At least it'd be a short drive.

Chase was waiting for you in the parking lot, his sweat-drenched tank top stretched over his massive frame. He opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, popping off his shoes and resting his feet on the dashboard.

"Bro, my calves owe you one. Like, for real, thanks."

"Yeah, uh, don't mention it."

"Oh, you got the snack, right?"

You motioned to the center console. "Yep."

"You're a freakin' lifesaver, man!"

"Yeah, just call me roommate of the year." You couldn't help but smile a little at his overflowing gratitude. When you looked back at Chase, he'd devoured the protein bar - and was tearing through the last piece of jerky. "Somebody was hungry."

"Uh huh. In recovery. Gotta get that protein in, y'know?" He leaned back against the headrest, his toes almost touching the windshield. "Oh, can you help me with the…?" he motioned to the seatbelt. "Did arms today, too. Everything's kinda, uh, sore." He smiled at you.

"Really?"

"Yep, really." He blushed a little.

"Fine." You reached over, pulling the belt across his broad shoulders, his hulking chest, and across his hips. His eyes followed your every move, until - click. He grinned. "You're always so good to me."

[mehtallee]

Show and Tell

Two pics, one story - make sure you read to the end of this one!

Finals weren't lookin' good for me. So when teach said we could get extra credit for, like, talkin' in front of the class, I was like, bet, I'll do it!

These other dudes had presentations. One guy even made a whole poster - a whole poster! But I didn't need any of that shit. Just my favorite top and some swrats, and I could let my body do the talking for me.

"Alright, 'sup, everybody! Uh, I'm Zane. So you might be wonderin', 'How'd you get so big, dude?'" I flexed my arms like a bodybuilder, looking around the classroom. Some of the chicks laughed, which was kinda cute. This one guy - kinda scrawny - looked like he was dying. Face all red, head in his arms…

"Turns out gettin' big is pretty freakin' easy. You just gotta eat right, and work out right, and think right. But, for real, though, there's this thing called, like, a 'calorie deficit.' So you gotta burn more calories than you eat…"

Yeah, I went on for like another twenty. And I fuckin' killed it. Even got some applause at the end. Nice to know that even a bunch of nerds could appreciate my arms, my pecs, my pits, my abs…

Except for him. Except for you. Yeah, you. You're that guy in the front row who totally freaked out. I stopped you after class. Without that red face, you were actually kinda…I dunno…cute?

"What's wrong, man? Didn't like the gun show, hahaha?"

"No, I uh…" You looked at my eyes, and then down, and down…

"Hey, eyes up here, man! Look, I'm just, uh…curious. I put a lotta work into this bod, and when people don't like it, it's kinda upsetting, yeah?"

"I'm sorry, Zane. I…like it. A lot." Your voice got all quiet.

"Shit, man, I was just teasing. But…you're for real?"

"...Can I come over, please?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Tonight."

I dunno what I was thinkin'. But when somebody wants me? Well, as long as they're hot, I don't really say no, alright? And shit, there was something really excitin' about you comin' over. I ran my hands over my pecs and abs, traced my cut obliques. You were in for a real treat.

You knocked on my door. I opened it - no shirt, just some gray sweatpants.

"You sure about this?"

"Yes."

"Well, get in here!" I shut the door behind you.

I didn't even have to say anything. By the time I turned around, you were already on your knees, looking up at me with those big eyes. This was gonna be good…

[mehtallee]

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

[mehtallee]

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.

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James was the star on the local rugby team. (Yeah, I didn’t know we had a team either!) When I happened across what was apparently their final game of the season and nobody was in the stands, I knew he wouldn’t be missed. After all, a young boy like him had so much that should be appreciated, and nobody here was doing that for him. After the game, I caught him on the way to the lockers in front of the brightly lit school windows, looking down and depressed. They had lost the game, and in talking to him, his girlfriend didn’t even show! So, you see, I was doing James a favor when I had him look into my eyes as I talked in a low, monotone voice, drawing him in. I talked about green fields of grass filled with intoxicating flowers. Poppies filled his mind as he breathed in their potent scent. Then, with a well timed hand on his shoulder and a firm “sleep,” he collapsed into me. “James, can you hear me?” I spoke quietly yet firmly as I groped at his muscled back, exploring the sinew beneath his soiled jersey and green and white hoodie. “Y-yes, I-I can hear you.” he slurred as if drunken. “Good. James, you are under appreciated. You are the star on the rugby team no one knows exists, your girlfriend is un-loyal, and you have no prospects for colleges after high school.” By this point, the only people around were the two janitors on the other end of the field; who, just by looking at us, would think we were hugging, when I was in fact supporting his weight. “James, I have a new life for you where you’ll always be appreciated, praised, and fucked the way you’re supposed to be. How does that sound to you?” “It sounds real nice mister,” he drooled lightly onto my collared shirt, the cool sensation dripping through my shirt fabric. “Good boy James. It makes you feel amazing when I say ‘good boy.’ As if a wave of pleasure is coursing through your body. Such a good boy.” His body quivered gently as I said the words and knew he was ready for more. “ James, you are such a good boy, but you think too much, it makes you sad. I want you to feel your thoughts leave your body, as if they’re leaking out of your mind the way your drool is from your mouth. Thoughts are so pesky. Words are just trouble. Relationships are so complicated. Being human is so hard. Wouldn’t it be easier if you could just forget it all?”

He drunkenly slid his head up and down my shirt, trying his best to nod in a dignified manner, but unable to. “Yeah, that’d be real nice.”

“Then do it. Forget it all. No more thoughts. No more words. No more relationships. And most important, no more being human. From now on, your only thoughts are what I tell you to think. Your only words are barking, whining and playful growls. Your pleasure will come from my dick plowing into your ass, fucking you whenever I, or anyone I want to fuck you, wants access to your smooth ass. And James?” I pause to make sure I have his utmost attention.

James drooled even more as I ran my hand through his short, brown hair, my other hand slipping down the back side of his underwear beneath his shorts, pushing both the shorts and boxers to the ground, leaving him naked from the waist down while fondling his lightly sweaty, soft cheeks as my fingers slipped between them towards his puckered virgin hole. His semi-erect cock pressing into my pant leg, his cock drooling onto my leg echoing the drooling he was doing on my shirt. “No more being human. You are my pup. A dog in every sense of the word. I own you. You will come when I call, eat from a bowl, piss in the yard, and let me fuck you whenever I want to fuck you. Your name isn’t James any more, it’s Spot. And Spot, you’ve been such a good dog, I think it’s time I take you home. What do you say?” I slid my finger to the second knuckle inside his unprepared anus as he let out a yelp followed by a couple moments of enjoyment before following it up with a happy bark, still in his hypnotic daze. “There’s a good boy Spot. Now, 1-2-3- WIDE AWAKE!”

He instantly fell to the ground, my finger slipping out of his ass. He looked up at me with wide eyes as I examined his face. “Who’s a good boy?!” I questioned excitedly.

“Wrrruff! Woorruff!” he exclaimed happily, his tongue hanging out, still drooling onto the concrete.

“Good boy Spot.” I smelled the intoxicating sweetness of his essence on my finger, my cock growing in my pants at the thought of breaking him in as soon as we got home. “Alright Spot, let’s go home, daddy has a treat for you!” He looked at me with new purpose as he trotted next to me towards the car, his sweaty hoodie sticking to his back and his bare naked ass wiggling with his imagined tail every time we took a small break for him to sniff his surroundings, his cock and balls bouncing between his thighs all the way to the car.

[mehtallee]