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The toy was ready for shipment. His body has been molded to perfect portions. His hair has been lasered to be permanently removed in the spots where its new owner wants to be hair. His skin tone has been made perfect. But more importantly, he has been brainwashed to be the perfect toy that his owner wants him to be. He knows only cares about his owner and serving him. His past life has been scrubbed from his mind and his new personality has been built to fit the needs of his owner. His body has been trained to perform a wide range of sex acts for his owner. He is guaranteed to never chock on any dick in his mouth and can take any size dick or dildo up his well-opened hole. He is also condition not to cum unless ordered too without the use of chastity cage. His owner has a new personality and memories he had custom created. The toy’s new name will be Todd who is in love with his new owner and was before becoming his toy a personal trainer at a gym where they meet. It does not matter to the handlers, who know what this toy did before is training. The new memories and personality will be inputted on his way to his owner. And that all it is to it. On to another toy.
The BIGGER they are, the DEEPER into mindless submission they fall!
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The two bodybuilders just left the gym when a small, older man approached them and began to talk to them. They both found themselves becoming so relaxed as they listened to his smoothing voice. He was pleased how easy they succumbed to his power. “Have a seat and relax,” the man guided the two bodybuilders over to the park branch. “I want both of you to go into a deep relaxing sleep. You still will hear me. More deeper you go the more obedient you will become. Obedience feel so good,”. The hypnosis rubbed each bodybuilders massive shoulders and arms. “When you both wake you will found the need to obey my every command. When you obey you become so turn on. It feel so good to be submissive and obedient to me.” He awoke both of the bodybuilders. When they looked up at him, their once masculine alpha personas faded to the look of obedience. They didn’t resist as he instructed them to follow him home. Once home, he began to train them to be his perfect sex toys.
Rep 1: Your flexing muscles feel great! Rep 2: You start to feel the burn. Rep3: You start becoming aware of Coach’s encouraging words Rep4: Your hear His words more as the burn increases and you start feeling the pump Rep5: The burn is doubling now. Your cock starts twitching as you feel His words begin to penetrate your mind. Rep6: The pump is expanding throughout your muscles. Your cock is getting harder. His words are going deeper. Rep7: The burn is tripling. It feels like the pump is going to make you explode. Your cock is hard as steel. The raw, carnal maw of your mind is opening wider. Rep8: Closer now. Muscles on fire, expanding beyond belief. Cock dancing to Coach’s words. Mind begging for Him to slip inside even deeper. Rep9: So fucking close now. The reps are an eternity of mindless ecstasy as Coach slips all the way into you, taking control of His horny fucking muscleboy. He was right all along. You understand now. Surrender. Acceptance. Rep10: Mindless obedience to Coach floods you like a white hot orgasm. He’s always known what’s best for you. He fills you with mindfucked rapture. You are His vessel. You carry His will. You hear and you obey Him in all things.
Training your body without your mind only means one thing; that newfound strength is not yours, it belongs to whoever breaks into your head first.
That’s what Andrei discovered the hard way. He had accumulated a strong, attractive body. He was simply leaving the gym one day when a hypnotist snapped his fingers in front of his eyes on the street.
Just like that, Andrei was now owned, and the hypnotist took him home to wear his collar, so that everyone else knew that the strong body finally had a strong mind to command it.
Many have asked. How do I evolve. What do I evolve to?
That is how it starts… A will to grow. To be better. It starts so easy. A simple step.
Down … The path. You are already have all you need to evolve.
You are ready. To be lost in it.
You don’t need to think About it. IT WILL HAPPEN!
Except it. It grows… . The idea. TO EVOLVE… Requires no thought. Acceptance of your want to be better. Only better. A Deep need. Isn’t it… So good. You want to learn more. Don’t think about it . It just is. You have the need to evolve to be a better man. DEEP inside. It is there.
You are excited. That is normal acceptance. Deeper feelings are growing. Excited. You feel lost. You are not lost. You are ready. You can’t stop now. ..can you….You have started.
You go DEEPER in the NEED. You follow … Your path… Down.
Evolving. Harder to think. Lost in evolving.
You want it more now.
You almost know what you need to be.
It is inside you you can feel it. But you can’t think about it
It feels good. You evolve. Deeper needs. To follow. Your path. Down for you.
You are excited not to think. Ready to evolve better.
Ready to breathe deeper. So hard… so easy. To be ready grows.
Changing deeper. Needs . You are already better.
You need to be deep. To become the man inside.
Open to who you will be. It is normal to not think. but to just be.
It is normal to be who you are. It is normal to need change.
Deeper. With every one of my words.
You are more ready…. to evovle … Lost, excited, deep.
You can’t look away. You breathe deeper.
Your nipples harden because you are ready to evolve. You follow deeper.
If you touch your nipples. Your mind will feel fuzzy. It feels good.
these words addictive. Excited .. Lost …. Deep.. Ready…. Evolve….You want more. You crave to find the man inside. Rub again . Feel deep. Ready. ohh it feels so good to follow me. No need to think . So good to follow. Deeper. Rub deeper. you cannot think.
You are ready. To be more. To be excited, lost and deep. Rub . How hard your nipples feel. You only want to follow and EVOLVE. Ready for me. You cannot stop . You are so excited . You cannot even think. You breath so deep. Now. Your change has begun. o m g i only want the words. To be deep ready. Your desires are there to discover. But you cannot think. You want to become more. You need to Learn….Who are you. It does not matter. You are ready. Your nipples are mine . They feel so good . You rub them go deeper. You need more. . You can only say. Excited lost deep ready. feel excited, feel the need to be ready… Your need to be evolved.
You need to be enhanced. To Grow . To be coached. to be more than you are today.
It happened the momment the Jock put the Suit on. Or maybe it happened before, when Coach first told the Jock about the Suit. Or maybe it never happened and the Jock has always been the Suit.
All the Jock knows is that the Suit must workout, the Suit must obey. That the Suit is Owned.
I flick my cigarette onto the empty driveway and squish it beneath my foot. Pulsing coloured lights from within the house briefly light up the slender garden, creating a multicoloured path to the front door. The music sounds muffled, but its definitely audible. It wouldn’t surprise me if neighbours complain. This is a culdesac after all. Police might even show up. Wouldn’t be a Stefan Party without that, would it?
I knock on the thick wooden door and wait. No answer. I can hear people inside. Chattering. Can see them through the garden windows too. I knock again, this time harder than before.
“Miles?!” A voice yells from behind me, laughing. “You’re late too! Thank God.”
It’s Wyatt. The only other person I know at this party, apart form Stefan anyway. Me, Wyatt and Stefan go way back. Well, five years back, but that’s relatively long considering. I mean, I’ve only lived in Brooktane for five years. I don’t know many people apart from those in our course. That’s where I met these two idiots. We both study business at Brooktane University. We sat beside each other the first day of college. Then, boom. Here we are.
“I texted you before I got here. Where were you?” I call as he makes his way down the garden trail.
“I had to run and go get a stupid costume from that Halloween pop-up shop beside Archie’s Pizzeria. You know the one.” He walks past me and smacks the door loudly, never breaking eye contact.
“You ran all the way downtown for a costume?” I laugh. “I didn’t even bother bringing one.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Wyatt looks me up and down. “Stefan said it was a costume party. He said we have to wear costumes.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I dismiss my best friend. “What’d you end up going for?”
“It was slim pickens down there, dude.” He acts like he’s about to profess something bad. “Turns out looking for a costume on Halloween isn’t going to give you the best choices”
‘So…” I smile, ready for the big reveal.
Wyatt takes out a plastic packet with neatly folded clothes in it.
“ARABIAN PRINCE” it read.
I laugh and clap my hands.
“Shut up.” He laughs and smacks my shoulder. “It was the only one they had left.”
“Awhite boy dressing as an Arabian Prince…” I take the packet from his hands, laughing at the costume up close. “It’s a bit problematic, I’m not gonna lie.”
“I’ll make sure not to be in any photos.” He snatches the costume back. He smiles. “This could be a career ruining party for me.”
“Cut to you in ten years being cancelled.” I grin, turning towards the door. “You’ll be forced to live off the grid as a farmer or some shit.”
The chattering from inside grows infinitely louder as the door swings open. We’re both met with a grinning drunk Stefan.
“Wyatt! Miles!” Stefan throws his arms open, spilling his half empty beer on the floor. “Make yourself at-“
Stefan stops mid sentence and stares at us, as if it had taken this long for his brain to catch up to his sight.
“No costumes?” Stefan furrows his brow angrily. “What part of costume party do you not understand?”
“I got a costume, dude. I just bought it. It’s still in this thing.” Wyatt holds up the plastic packaging with the career ruining clothing inside.
“Ah, that’s my man. Never let the Stefan down. You ain’t gonna like letting me down, lemme tell you.” Stefan slurs. “You can use the bathroom under the stairs to put it on. Or just strip naked in front of everyone, I’m sure someone in that crowd would enjoy it.”
Wyatt makes his way past Stefan and slips into the overcrowded hallway full of every type of costume you could imagine. Vampires. Genies. Werewolves. And you’d expect, a lot of superheroes. Though, one by the window is particularly bad, which does arouse some amusement. It’s mostly what you’d expect from a halloween costume party. “You got one too then?” Stefan gestures towards me.
I shrug. “Sorry man. Was busy. Didn’t have time to get one.”
“No dude. That’s not okay. You gotta be wearin’ one by midnight, man. It’s already 11.30.” He throws his head back in frustration. “Listen. Come with me. I’ll get you sorted out. You owe me.”
“Nah, man. That’s alright-“
“Come with me.” Stefan grabs me by the arm, taking me into the overly Halloweeny decorated house. Too decorated for a college student in his mid-20s. He must have a real hard on for Halloween, cause this is a lot. Fake cobwebs. An old smoke machine, coughing out whatever air it could muster up. Pumpkins taking up valuable space where people could be sitting.
He drags me past a blue genie and a caveman downing shots together. We hop up the stairs and into a secluded bedroom. I stare at Stefan, who is now arms deep in his closet, sifting through piles of dirty clothing which had clumped up on the closet floor.
“Here we go.” He holds what could barely even be considered costumes. He lays the three of them on the bed. “Always gotta keep spares. Since people always seem to forget…” He glares at me.
I stare at the costumes. Half in amusement. Half in dread. Am I actually going to have to wear one of these? I consider my options:
(1) A cowboy. That doesn’t sound too bad, right? But you’re wrong. Not just any cowboy. A slutty cowboy. Ah yes, Stefan couldn’t just lend a nice costume with lots of coverage. He needed to embarrass the people who forget their costumes, or like me, didn’t bother to get one. I feel like he’s enjoying this. The outfit is barely even an outfit. An outfit implies there’s actual clothing. Not this costume. Oh boy, it’s just a cowboy hat, a handkerchief, cowboy boots and a fringe thong. Could it get any worse than this?
(2)Apparently yes. This one is a dog. A god damn leather dog. Completed with a dog mask, a thick leather collar, skimpy pants with a zip in the ass area and a tail (which I’m pretty sure is a butt plug). This one is objectively more embarrassing, I’ll give him that. And it’s on that note than I rule this costume out. Begone leather pup.
(3)The final costume (if you can even call it that) was a maid costume. Yep, that’s right. A slutty maid costume. Like the ones you’d see for women… but in this case, I was expected to adorn a cropped skirt and a cleavage line which extenuates my chest. This ranks pretty high on the embarrassment scale. Is it leather pup high, no. But it’s no lower than a sexy cowboy.
I stare at the ‘costumes’ blankly. Stefan must be into some weird shit. Though, if I’m gonna be immortalised in people’s Instagram posts tonight, I sure as hell ain’t getting pictured in a maid costume or a pup… thing. I swallow my pride and point to the slutty cowboy.
“Ah, the cowboy. Yeah that’s a good one, man.” He gathers the pup and the maid and throws them back in his closet. “You’re gonna be popular tonight, my dude.”
I space out, still attempting to accept my fate as a half dressed cowboy. Stefan dances to the muffled music downstairs, as he heads towards the door. “It’s ten minutes until midnight, so I’ll let you get that costume on, man.”
“I’ll go check on our white Arabian prince downstairs.” He giggles. “Am I the only one who finds that a bit problematic?” I stare at him in resentment for making me wear this thing.
“No? Okay” He closes the door behind him.
I slip on the outfit. It barely fits. The thong is made for someone twice my size. It slips down my thighs every chance it gets. The cowboy boots are a size 13. Five sizes bigger than my feet. I feel like a son trying on his dad’s boots. At least the handkerchief fits… right? My completely average body is on full display for everyone to see. I don’t look like a sexy cowboy. Just one that had its clothes stolen. I look at the clock
11.59
Wow. Midnight already. I should go find Wyatt. See how he’s getting one. His Arabian prince outfit might be stupid, but at least it probably fits. I’ll even hazard a guess and say he looks ten times less ridiculous than I do- AGHHHH.
12.00
What the fuck was that? A green flash? The entire room… it just flashed green. As if a green thunder bolt had shot through the house. It felt like my entire body was just… zapped. I feel all tingly and shit. Like a fuzziness all over my skin. I repeatedly tap my fingers together, my skin feeling particularly soft. I hear a cacophony of unintelligible sounds erupt downstairs. So they saw it too? At least I’m not going crazy. I don’t think…
“Fuck! What’s happening to us, man?!” A man shouts downstairs. His voice sticking out among the frantic yelling. “I can’t think… I can’t… I can… I CAN SAVE YOU HELPLESS CITIZEN!”
What is going on down there? And what the fuck is that guy on? His voice… it changed from high pitched terror to unwavering confidence in a matter of seconds. It’s… disturbing. I know I should check it out… but it doesn’t sound good. Part of me is afraid. A large part, in fact. First a green flash. Then screaming. Now, this man. His voice.
I stand alone in Stefan’s room, listening to the chaos downstairs. It suddenly dawns on me that, while all this is going down, I am standing up here in a cowboy costume which barely covers me. Speaking of the outfit, it feels uncomfortable. I don’t remember it feeling this bad when I put it on. It feels like its squeezing me. In fact… I’m not holding up my thong anymore… actually… it feels really tight.
I feel an itchiness fill my bum cheek. I absentmindedly reach down to scratch my ass, but as I do… my hand… it sinks into a soft round cheek. My hand recoils in shock. I crane my neck over my shoulder and let out a terror-filled scream. My ass… it’s massive! So big that it filled in the XL costume’s thong. I look at myself in Stefan’s bedroom mirror.
“Holy shit…” I mutter.
This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. There’s no way. My ass… I look like I have two wobbling beach balls for ass cheeks. I take a step closer, my ass cheeks bounce. They feel so restricted. It’s like my ass is being held captive by my skimpy thong. It feels like it’s gonna burst open, displaying my new fuckable hole to the world. This is the kind of ass you’d see in porns. Porns where the guy can’t step outside his house without some guy ripping his pants open and slipping his cock between the bouncy cheeks. My costume doesn’t cover my new curvaceous figure at all.
Now that I’m looking at myself, my muscles seem huge. It’s not just my ass cheeks which grew, it was all of me. These biceps are as big as footballs. They’re the kind of biceps you’d see on a high school jock. Not me. I don’t even go to the gym. My veins are pronounced, drawing attention to my new arms. My neck looks strange too. It’s almost thicker than my head. I look so different. Sharp jawline. Thick brow. I can’t stop breathing through my mouth either. I look like a fucking meathead.
My legs are also bigger. Proportionately big, but that doesn’t say much. I mean, my ass cheeks look like they came from a guy who had gotten ass implants or some shit. Though they’re proportionate, they’re still huge. Speaking of huge, my chest underwent some changes too. And by some, I mean a lot. My pecs used to be non-existent. But now, they jut out from my body. I’m built like a shelf. These pecs have a mind of their own too. Jiggling at every movement. Bouncing with every step. They feel remarkably soft. My hand just sinks into them, fat seeping through my fingers. My nipples look larger too, like pegs. God, this is embarrassing. Imagine what people will say about these big boys. Imagine what Wyatt would say… Wyatt. Where is he? I should go find him. See if he’s okay.
I tear my eyes away from my new self. I don’t see how it could get much worse than this. And if everything appears like it sounds, I don’t think I’m the only one whose undergone changes. I stumble to the door, adjusting to my new size. I put my new large hand on the door’s handle and throw the door open. Not used to this new strength. I breath in deeply. This is gonna be humiliating… but here we go. I take my first step down the stairs.
The crowds of people in the hall and living room remain. Though, it’s noticeably more hectic. It’s definitely clear I wasn’t the only one who changed. The superhero I saw earlier was no longer in a corny spandex costume, but rather, he now adorned the kind of thick superhero suit you’d see in a Marvel movie. The genie looks like he’s changed too. His skin altered to a crystal blue. It shimmered beneath the flashing dance floor lights. He had lost the entire bottom half of his body. It was now just smoke, trailing from a golden lamp on the ground. People surrounded him. I’m guessing for wishes. This is so bizarre.
I step down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. I glance at the transformations. A man, who must have been dressed as a stripper, is now humping the stairs I came down. I think I recognise him from college too… pretty sure he was a straight dude. God, that’s humiliating. I walk further down the hallway, passing every kind of costume you can imagine. A caveman. Wizards. Witches. Vampires. A clown. A strongman.
I continue my journey down the crowded hallway, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Suddenly, my journey is stopped by a massive brute blocking my way. He faces away from me. I stare at his back, contemplating my options. What even is he dressed as? I can’t tell from behind. All I can tell is, he’s massive. My new body must be around 6’0 and even he’s two heads taller than me. His width must be the same as the door. I mean, it’s the same as this damn hallway. I hesitantly reach up and tap him on the shoulder.
“Can ah git by ya thair, partner?” I cover my mouth, humiliated by my own voice. I sound insane. Like a cowboy. A cartoon cowboy. No one fucking talks like this. God dammit, this night just keeps getting worse and worse.
The hulking figure slowly turns around, his massive feet stomping on the wooden floor. He faces me and peers down at me.
He looks familiar. I can’t quite place my finger on it. He’s of Arab descent, I’d say. His skin is dark and tanned. His nose is wide, taking up a good portion of his face. His brow is striking too. It’s thick and pronounced. He looks like one of those cavemen you’d see in a cartoon. His forehead sticks out, giving him a brutish appearance. He does like familiar. In a weird way. Actually, he kinds reminds me of Wyatt. Well, if Wyatt was a 6’5 giant Arab beast… hold on… what was Wyatt dressed up as again… fuck dude. Not Wyatt.
“Wyatt? Is that you?” My voice sounds exaggeratedly southern and it sounds even more ridiculous coming out of a cowboy with this huge body of mine “What ‘appened to ya, partner?”
The white boy turned Arabian hunk growls. It’s weird seeing Wyatt so hairy. Well, seeing Wyatt regress into a primitive Arab man is weird too. The whole situation is weird. I’m barely even used to my new body. So, I think it’s gonna take a while to get used to seeing Wyatt like this. I see his a thick bush of hair sprout from underneath his armpit. It plasters to his skin, completely soaked in sweat. I scrunch my nose as Arab Wyatt’s sweat invades my nostrils. It’s a hot foul stench. The kind which stings the eyes.
“Who is you?” The Arab beast looks me up and down. “You cow… you man cow.”
His speech is broken. Doesn’t sound much like Wyatt, but then, why would it? The curse must have taken away his voice, same as it did mine. Though while I got a ridiculously exaggerated southern drawl, he got broken English. It sounds like English isn’t his first language anymore.
“It’s me, Partner!” I plead to my old friend. I can see he doesn’t recognise me. His stare is blank, but pitiless. As if there is nothing in that brain of his. No complex thought. No worries. Just power and domination.
“In my country, cow is very good.” He huffs through his nose. “You are money. Property. I trade you.”
“I’m no cow, partner.” I clarify again. I don’t think he’s getting it. It’s the language barrier, I think. I don’t think he’s getting it. “Iah am a cowboy. Not a cow.”
“Udders… cow’s udders need milking.” He grunts, his gaze fixed on my pecs. I look down. My pecs seemed substantially bigger than before. I assume the transformation hasn’t stopped yet. Though, they do feel especially heavy. They’re weighing me down more than before. It’s weird. But I’ve learned to stop questioning things tonight.
“Nah, partner.” I deny. “Ma chest iss just big.”
“Milk…” He grunts, licking his new Arab lips. His gaze remains on my chest. He reaches out and cups his meaty paw around my pec. He squeezes and a pleasureful moan escapes my mouth. His grasp makes my chest tingle with pleasure. Like an orgasm around my nipple.
“See…” He exhales hot breath from his nose in amusement. “Nothing more than cow.”
I look down to see a shocking sight. As the Arab beast squeezes my pec, a drop of white liquid leaks from my nipple. It’s a sight I didn’t think I’d see today. Me. My pecs. Leaking, what I assume is milk. Like the beast said…
“You walk around me, pretend you man. But you nothing more than property.” He growls and squeezes my pec, causing a stream of milk to shoot down my chest. “No cow be without owner. You need be claimed.”
“No, Wyatt!” I moan through the pleasure of his meaty hand on my nipple. “I’m a man. A cowboy. Not a… cow!”
“Name is Amaad! No disrespect Arab prince, cow.” He slaps my breast, causing them both to jiggle in pleasure.
“No… no Amaad!” I stare down, watching my nipples leak milk all over the floor. “I’m… I’m a person!”
“Cow has dream of being man.” Amaad laughs deeply, causing the walls to shake. “But he never be man. He always be object for me to stick brown cock. He always be object for friends to milk day long.”
I take a step backwards, attempting an escape. But the hulk grabs me.
“I claim you” He grunts, grabbing both of my tits and squeezing them. Milk drips down my body as I scream in pleasure. “I MILKING COW, ISN’T THAT RIGHT? I MILKING MY COW?”
I scream in pleasure. I know people are watching us. I know I’m being humiliated in front of everyone. I know they’re looking at a man becoming a cow. But I don’t care. The pleasure is too powerful. It’s all consuming.
“Amaad!” My moans fill the halls. “St- stop Ahmaad!”
“SAY YOU ARE NOTHING BUT DUMB COW!” Ahmaad yells at me, milking me more intensely. Pulling on my nipples in a rhythmic motion.
“Amaad! I- I shouldn’t. I’m a man! I’m a-!” I scream.
“SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS MILK SLUT!” Ahmaad bends down and latches his lips around my nipple. Sucking the milk out of me. I feel my brains slip down into my chest and become milk. Milk that master Amaad drinks. Milk that master owns.
“I… I…” I hesitate, my whole body filling with intense pleasure. It’s impossible to think. What’s happening.
Ahmaad unlatches himself from my wet peg nipples and yells. “SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS COW!”
“I AM A COW!” I scream in unbearable pleasure. “I AM NOTHING BUT A COW. PROPERTY TO BE OWNED AND TRADED. I AM THE DUMBEST MOST EMPTY HEADED COW. AND YOU OWN ME!”
My cock is on the verge of cumming everywhere. I can’t hold it back. I haven’t even touched it. But I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum all over my owner.
“Say my name…” Ahmaad grabs hold of my nipples one last time.
“AHMAA-” I yell as master begins to pull on my nipple. “AHMA-“
“Say it…” He whispers.
“AHM… AHM” I scream.
Ahmaad gives one last tug, my nipple encased in his meaty paw. My udders get pulled by master and my cock shoots everywhere. Without thought, I try scream his name, cumming out all my brains… but only one thing emerges.
“Ah… Ah… MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
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And so, Stefan’s Halloween costume party is going just as planned.
The warlock always knew how to throw a good Halloween party. Turn people into their costumes. It was a cliche among the Brooktane warlock community, but it was a classic. It seems like everyone is enjoying themselves.
Although Stefan doesn’t realise it yet, the spell he cursed the house with is permanent. How is he going to explain all these these superheroes, monsters and stereotypes running around Brooktane’s streets tomorrow morning.
Stefan is going to have a lot of explaining to do. Especially when students start asking what happened to his classmates, Marcus and Wyatt. Will he tell them the truth? That Ahmaad booked a flight back to his home country in the Middle East. And as for Marcus… well… Marcus is now just a mindless cow on Ahmaad’s farm… do you think he will tell them?
The hypno file I slipped into his gym playlist had worked! The bodybuilder has now a submissive pup mind. Here he stands holding a pose for my delight, panting and drooling like a good boy; soon the rest of his bros will join him on the floor.
Each and every day, you become more and more of a jock. It happens slowly, you pick up a sport or start working out. You may not notice it. But as your muscles grows, your body starts pumping out more hormones. Then one day, you’re a body obsessed bro with an insatiable sex drive. Your brain craves the routine it’s gotten used to in the gym. It’s natural that you should seek the control of a powerful man. So let those endorphins pump. Embrace the feeling of being hot and empty. Because you’re ready to be filled with the hot thoughts of someone who knows what to do with you.
Good job, boy. He looks totally blanked out and ready to serve the ranks of my dumb obedient jocks. At this rate, we’ll have recruited all the strongest guys in the state by next season. Coach is unstoppable.
The master admired his latest fuck toy at the gym. He enjoys fucking the stud while he wore the skin tight shirt. He would pull down the shorts and fuck the big tight ass when ever he wanted despite how humiliating it was to the former alpha male stud.
The master smiled at the newest reprogrammed bodybuilders. The dumb mindless bodybuilders took the Popsicles and began to suck on them. Soon they will master their cocksucking skills.
