Laying back to enjoy the start of his little free time, Sam let out a sigh of relief. Trying to get ahead, he’d just completed his fourth consecutive quarter of college and preparing to enter another. He’d have one week to pull himself back together. In the forefront of his mind, was just how pathetic he still looked.
Sam had been trying to maintain a good exercise routine ever since he entered college. Life always found a way to crush it. While not the toothpicks he’d had been when starting, his arms and legs lacked any sense of definition. His chest and abs were barely thick enough to hide his ribs and his butt was so flat that is sometimes hurt to sit through more than one lecture at a time. With all his time dedicated to studying physics, he still looked like a dweeb.
With a TV in the background, he let his mind wander. Drifting into a peaceful lull, between sleep and wake, Sam didn’t hear his housemate enter.
Roger was a big man. As a linebacker in high school and making the second string for the local college’s team his freshman year, he was muscular. A firm belly covered his abs but aided him with impressive core strength. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, he’d managed to hold his own through a tough engineering program and managed to score a gig as a site engineer for a local construction company.
While Roger could easily afford a place of his own, he enjoyed the company and liked the cheap rent. As such, even two years out of college he still lived with the guy who moved in his senior year. Sam had been an unusual choice in housemate for Roger. Normally he lived with other jocks, but Sam had a way of keeping Roger on his toes intellectually that he’d learned to appreciate and rely on.
Upon entering the living room after work, Roger was impressed to see Sam actually relaxing for once. The poor kid felt bad about entering college at 20 and thus pushed himself way to hard to finish early. Not wanting to drag Sam too far out of peaceful state, he asked Sam if he should order a pizza.
Sam barely acknowledged and Roger was about to leave to make the order, when something odd caught his attention. Sam appeared to be in a light trance. Roger’s years of reading hypnosis books and jerking to various hypno porn flooded his mind with possibilities. Controlling himself, he simply asked if Sam would like his help in relaxing.
Sam agreed and Roger got to work.
In a calm even voice, Roger guided Sam deeper and deeper into the trace he’d put himself into. Each word helping drive the stress from Sam’s body. Relaxing every muscle until Sam was nothing more than a warm fuzz.
Roger meant to stop there, having essentially given his housemate a full body massage with just his words, but his dick got in the way. His dick knew that Sam was gay, or at least curious, after the many occasions of catching Sam stare at it when walking through the house nude. Thus, his cock easily concluded that Sam wanted to suck it. And why wouldn’t he, it was a big and fertile cock that would love a warm wet hole around it.
With his cock in command, Roger kept speaking. “Now Sam, the next time you see my cock, your mouth will start drooling. You won’t be able to look away from it. Deep inside, you’ll want to get on your knees and suck it, make love to it, pleasure it. You’ll want to smell it, taste it, feel it filling your mouth and throat.” On and on he went until the command was firmly planted.
With his cock’s needs soon to be fully met, Roger was back in the driver’s seat. He knew what had just happened and a deep sense of remorse filled him. He could try scratching out the command, but there was no way to make sure. He began rationalizing his next actions.
His cock wasn’t wrong that Sam clearly wanted it, so he could make sure the experience was good for him too. If he could give Sam a good reward, Sam wouldn’t get mad, at least he thought. But what did Sam really need?
The answer came to him quickly. Sam needed an excuse to let loose. An excuse to turn his brain off and enjoy what he has. Certain of his decision, Roger implanted the next instruction.
“After you’ve sucked my cock, and my gooey cum is filing you up, you’re going to feel your intelligence slip away from you. Everything above what you assume a jock would have in brains will be outside of your reach for the next several hours. After that, it’ll slowly come back to you.”
He smiled, satisfied with the instruction. Getting to just be a bro from time to time had been exactly what got him through college. Hopefully giving Sam a taste of it would do him some good.
Needing to cover his tracks, Roger quickly instructed Sam to forget everything that had just happened and brought him back.
Sam’s eyes slowly peered open. Instinctually, a hand moved to wipe the sand from his eyes. Had he just taken a nap? If so, that was a luxury he hadn’t given himself in quite a while. Regaining a sense of his surroundings, he heard Roger in the kitchen grabbing a beer and smelled the savory aroma of pizza. Consolidating his energy, he got up and moved to the kitchen.
Stepping inside, he was greeted by a familiar sight. Roger was hanging out in his boxers, legs spread wide, and he relaxed from work. Trying to ignore the sight, he moved towards the open box for a slice. As he moved, his eyes glanced back towards the bulge he wanted to ignore as he had every time he was presented with it.
As he got to the box, Roger was facing him in the chair. Being asked a question about his day, the normal pleasantries, he turned to face Roger. Instantly, his eyes were fixed. Just down one of the legs of the boxers rested Roger’s cock.
Sam’s knees began to feel weak upon seeing it. Fumbling to hold his balance, he fell forward onto his knees. A thin trail of drool crossed his lips and began running down his chin. All of his attention was captivated by the thick cock before him as he imagined how it would taste, smell, feel.
Roger realized what was occurring the moment Sam hit his knees. In a panic, he attempted to cover his junk. He’d planned on using Sam’s trigger the next day while drunk with Sam. It was too late though; his cock had started to stir and had taken control.
As Sam crawled forward, the musk of Roger’s crotch grew. Filling his senses, the trail of drool grew. Faster he moved until the cock was right in front of him. Without having said a word, he opened his mouth and took the expanding head inside.
It felt rapturous inside of him, a piece of him that he didn’t know was missing being filled. Delicately, he started sucking on the head as it grew harder. Without any doubt, he started to work the cock deeper. Feeling it touch the back of his throat, a piece of his mind questioned why he wasn’t gagging like he did when brushing his teeth.
His tongue was working the shaft, amazed at how good it tasted. Salty and musky with a slight tang. He kept working until he bottomed out. The whole of Roger’s impressive cock was buried in his throat as Roger’s hips began to buck uncontrollably. Sam knelt there as his throat was fucked before he felt the cock swell and a warm shot of cum flood his throat.
Sam started coughing as he removed the cock. The cumshot was unexpected to him, and some got stuck. Rather than spitting it out, he gulped it down. The cum felt warm in his stomach, a radiating fuzz that worked its way up his back and deep into his mind. Every part of his brain began to relax. The multitude of complex thought lines developed over years of work screeched to a halt before gently melting away to bliss.
Roger’s orgasm was short lived. Regret had quickly overtaken joy as the consequences of once again letting his cock take control materialized before him. His normal confidence had evaporated, leaving only self-doubt in its place.
He was about to profusely apologize for his actions as he looked to Sam. Painfully aware, he saw the intelligence drain from Sam’s eyes, the normal tightly composed mug relax into jocularism as Sam became visibly relaxed.
His lust and confidence returned at this sight. Sam was his first in-person subject, and he was amazed at just how potent his hypnosis had been. Never before had his commands been so completely absorbed and executed. The complete control he had over Sam was exhilarating, quashing his desire to apologize.
He quickly tucked his cock back into his boxers, and asked Sam how he was feeling.
“Fuckin’ awesome brah.” Sam spoke in a much duller baritone than his normal sharp tenor. ‘Brah’ was a peculiar word for Sam to use too. That kind of bro-speak being well outside his wheelhouse. Sam moved to flex an arm when he realized just how constraining his clothes were. A little woozy, he stood up and pulled his shirt and pants off. Standing there in just his briefs, Sam was repulsed. “What’re these dweeb ass, old man, shit?” and he pulled them off before taking a seat at the table with Roger and cracking open a beer.
Roger was perplexed at this turn of events. He could have sworn that he only instructed Sam to feel as dumb as he viewed a stereotypical jock. Sam must have internalized the command as becoming a jock stereotype. Recognizing the responsibility he held for Sam’s current state, he cast his beer aside and started acting like Sam’s designated driver for the night. Taking care of his ‘drunk’ housemate and seeing that he was tucked into bed after having his fun.
Sam awoke the next morning with a throbbing headache. His mouth was disturbingly dry and the morning light blinded him. He started to get out of bed but was forced to stop upon realizing his stomach was sour.
Stumbling towards the bathroom, he started processing the events of the night before. Clearly, he’d gotten drunk with Roger, a rare treat that normally ended with him in such a hangover, but there was something else nagging him. As he relaxed his bladder, it struck him with horror.
Last night he’d sucked Roger’s cock. It wasn’t that Roger raped his mouth; it was far worse than that. He had willingly gotten on his knees and sucked a cock. The horror was only compounded by the fact that he couldn’t remember ever being told to do so.
Nothing helped him understand what had caused him to do this. Sure, he was a virgin, at least his mouth was previously, but he was straight! He had the hots for the chick in his calc 3 class with the massive knockers that bounced with every step. He’d never even had a gay thought but here he was clearly remembering himself eager to suck a cock. Through his confusion, his stomach rumbled, and he moved towards the kitchen for a slice of pizza.
While eating, he heard Roger slip past and get into the shower. Sam’s mind was made up almost at once. The moment Roger was done he was going to confront him, demand an explanation. Rage coursed through his frail body as he awaited the confrontation. A short while later, he heard the water turn off, and he moved towards the bathroom door.
As Roger opened the door, Sam began to shout accusations but was cut off. Roger was standing there naked with only a towel around his neck. The sight of Roger’s cock imbued an overpowering need into Sam as his knees grew weak as he moved towards the floor, ready to dive into the emasculate cock before him.
Dread and regret filled Roger as he witnessed Sam change from rageful asshole to desperate slut in mere moments. Sam was lunging for his cock, and he could feel his cock fighting for control at the prospect of being pleasured. Desperately, he pushed Sam off and darted to his room, slamming the door behind him.
In the full-length mirror opposite him, Roger saw nothing but disgust in himself. Once again, he’d let his inability to control his cock destroy yet another good thing he had going for him. Memories of all of his past failures flooded him as he prepared to give the apology, he knew he must give but hoped could be avoided. His head held low, he threw on some athletic shorts and a tank before making his way out of his room.
Sam sat on the couch utterly confused. How the fuck had he gone from justified blind rage to eager slut, for cock no less, in mere moments. Nothing made sense to him anymore. As Roger entered the room and took a seat near him, he dropped his head in shame.
Sam and Roger sat next to each other on the couch in silence, both overcome with such shame that they couldn’t say the first word. Sam for being an emotional mess, flying between rage and lust, and for his indecency in sucking a cock once and almost twice. Roger hypnotizing Sam without his permission and making him perform actions he would never have done without coercion.
Both turned to the other and began speaking at once. They both cut themselves off to let the other speak. Finally, Roger insisted that Sam go first and so he did.
Sam apologized for his lustful advances on Roger. While he couldn’t explain why he did it, he was nearly distraught at his actions.
Sam’s apology did nothing to ease Roger’s guilt. If anything, it enhanced it. Sam had acted on the programming he had put in place. Done the action’s that he had instructed. Engaged in lust that was not his own. Hearing Sam apologies left nothing but shame in Roger.
When Sam had finished, Roger tried to apologize, but his shame wouldn’t let him go all the way. In the end, all he accomplished was saying he was sorry for teasing Sam with his nudity and swore not to do it again. Everything else was left out.
The two left it at that, each getting up and going to their rooms to contemplate what had occurred. Even as they left, both knew an awkwardness had grown in the relationship.
Several days had passed and neither Sam nor Roger had really seen each other. A wall had descended in the relationship that neither was ready to confront.
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