Friday started on a peculiar note for Sam, but one he knew would soon become habit. Roger had nearly busted his door down in excitement for their morning workout together. Dutifully, Sam dragged himself out of bed, got dressed, and met Roger in the kitchen for his pre-workout before the two left together.

On his second time entering the “man’s” gym, Sam felt less out of place. He still looked like a dweeb trying to get big, but he walked with an ounce more courage and confidence than before. Making his way to the locker-room, Sam was exited.

Stuffing his street clothes in a locker, he turned to Roger. Roger held the item Sam had longed for all the day before, a red baseball cap. When Roger handed it to him, he thanked his coach and immediately threw it on.

The rush was just as exhilarating as the first time. In mere moments, he felt is intelligence pour out of him, his will evaporating, his mind collapsing. In its place came an all-consuming warm fuzz that spread over each and every neuron of his conscious mind.

Roger commanded Sam to the weight floor, and his will filled Sam’s mind. Dutifully, Sam lead the way.

For today’s workout, Roger need only tell Sam what exercise to perform for Sam to throw himself into it. His muscles strained as more weight was added, but Sam never letting up. Simultaneously Sam’s mind was empty and focusing on every detail that Roger had told him. Lasor focused and mindless all at once.

After completing the base exercises, Roger added new ones to Sam’s list. Just as before, Roger guided Sam through them, highlighting key points and correcting form as he did. Once again watching Sam mindlessly follow his every instruction left Roger’s loins on fire.

Completing their workout, both entered the locker-room. As instructed, Sam removed the cap and handed it back to Roger. All at once, his mind rushed back to him, his will reasserted itself, and Sam could process the workout he’d just completed.

For the first time, Sam noticed the imprint of a raging cock in Roger’s shorts. Ready for his reward, he got on his knees and kissed the head of Roger’s cock through the garments. Looking up, he saw a confident and cocky smile stretch across Roger’s face. A brief nod, and Sam released the cock from its cloth prison.

He caressed the cock in his hands as his mouth moved to the balls. Sam had recently learned that giving the balls some dedicated attention produced a larger and harder cumshot from Roger. While this larger load didn’t change the high he’d feel, more dumb juice was always better.

After a good tongue bath and sucking, Sam tongue trailed up the shaft of the cock before dancing around the head. There, he opened his mouth and started working the cock he adored. As he worked, Sam could hear another man approach and start talking to Roger.

“Hey man, mind if I get a turn with the fag when you’re done?”

“Hell yeah I mind,” Roger responded. “He’s all mine. Besides, his skills would be wasted on a pencil dicked roid junky like you.”

The two went back and forth while Sam sucked. Being called a fag had sent shock of worry through him, though his oral skills didn’t allude to any hesitations. In his current state as nerd Sam, his mind raced with questions and self-doubt.

Before those thoughts could reach any conclusions, Roger roared and shot his load into Sam’s mouth. On pure instinct, Sam drank the thick goo and basked in the glory of jock Sam’s ascension. All of the thoughts and worries that previously plagued him were now irrelevant.

Sam stood up as Roger apologized for the conversation he’d just overheard. Sam waved Roger off, telling him that he’d been sucking cock openly in a gym locker-room and that of course some meathead would get the wrong idea before moving to strip down for a shower.

Roger stopped Sam before he could. “No shower today. I want you to live in your sweat, grime, and musk like a true jock. In fact, right before I get home do as many push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups as needed to get nice and sweaty for my return.”

Sam didn’t understand the logic, but he followed through with his coach’s instructions. Being handed a pottle of post, he downed it and left for home as a trail of jock stench wafted behind.

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“Eight… Nine… Te-ugh. Teeeeee-ugh.” Sam gripped his teeth. “Teeeen. Whoof, done.” Sweat dripped across his forehead as he returned his feel to the ground. Every part of his body felt moist with sweat dripping from various places. The workouts of the last couple days gave him the strength to do more than he normally could, but overcoming the screaming voice for rest had been a challenge without his special red cap.

Sam heard the front door open and Roger step inside. Immediately, he moved towards Roger. Reaching the kitchen, Sam found Roger in nothing but a pair of boxers.

“That was a good workout today boy. Have you been good since then?” Roger began massaging his junk as he spoke.

“Yes coach. No junk-food and I’m covered in sweat.”

“Excellent.” Roger moved towards Sam and wrapped his arms around the smaller man. Sam’s sweat felt cool as it mixed with his grime from a long day of work. Moving one hand to the back of Sam’s head, he drew him in for a long kiss.

Sam gave himself over to the kiss as a small part of him was shocked. He’d only just now realized that he’d sucked a cock but had never kissed anyone! Not a kiss like this anyway. Feeling Roger’s tongue dance around his mouth, Sam grew bolder and worked his inside Roger’s mouth. Tongues engaged in an elaborate dance, the two tightened their embrace.

The hand not holding Sam’s head began to drift southward, inching towards a new prize. At the waist of Sam’s shorts, Roger maneuvered his hand past the waistband of the shorts and boxers. Traveling further south, it caressed Sam’s butt.

This was yet another new experience for Sam, but just like the kiss Sam didn’t retreat. As the hand parted his crack, Sam could feel his butt relax. A finger began massaging his hole, collecting the sweat before pushing its way inside. In small thrusts, Sam could feel his hole open as a second finger was added. Then a third. The parts of his brain not raided with lust pondered how the hell this was happening.

Roger broke off the kiss. “Ready for coach’s special dumb juice boy?” The look in his eyes demanding the answer be yes.

“Yes coach. I’m ready.” Sam felt woozy on his feet when Roger released his grip. Quickly, he started moving to the couch to suck Roger’s cock.

“Not there boy, to my bed.”

Sam turned to Roger confused. Why his bed? Did it have something to do with Roger playing with his ass? His head was full of questions he did not ask. Without a word, Sam moved towards Roger’s room.

Inside, he was ordered to strip. Pulling off the few clothes he was wearing, he saw Roger’s cock. He fell to his knees, ready to suck it when Roger put a hand on his forehead, stopping him before his prize.

“Up on the bed.”

Sam did as he was told.

“Ass near the edge. There you go, now pull your legs back. Fuck you look so hot boy. Relax your hole and let coach give you an extra special shot of dumb juice.”

Sam tried relaxing his hole as instructed, but he was unsure how to, what muscles to use, what a good result would be. Doubt filled him as he did his best but feeling like a failure. Roger’s cock moved in close and rubbed against his hole. Like magic, Sam felt his hole relax as Roger’s cock slipped in.

Roger let out a deep groan as his cock bottomed out. He could see the confusion and worry wrapped up in Sam’s face. As he started thrusting, he saw it melt away and replaced by a warm blush and cute little moans.

Sam truly was an amazing subject. He’d instructed Sam’s sub-conscious in exactly how to preform for this moment and it had memorized every last detail. The hole had opened up spectacularly for its virginal status, it gripped his cock perfectly as he thrusted, and the confusion melting away to lust was exactly what he’d dreamt. The only downside was that he couldn’t tell Sam just how perfect of a hypno-sub he was, not yet at least.

Working up to a good rut, Roger grabbed Sam’s cock and began to stroke. Missionary had always been his favorite position, regardless of how ‘vanilla’ some people viewed it. He got to stoke his boy’s cock easily and could see every bit of pleasure painted across his bottom’s face. That was on top of the rush he felt knowing that his sub could witness him ravish that hole so good.

Roger’s hips started flying faster, bucking as the threshold of climax drew near. Pound after pound, he worked Sam’s cock faster. His balls rising, he couldn’t contain himself. This orgasm was coming. One last hard thrust and his cock ignited. Shot after shot hurled deep into Sam as Roger let out a roar of triumph.

With the cum in his ass, Sam could feel the jock take hold mere moments before his own cock shot. Panting, he looked up at Roger and could have sworn he was glowing. A beautiful radiance that imprinted itself in his mind. When Roger moved in for another kiss, Sam released his legs and wrapped his arms around Roger, pulling him onto the bed.

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Sam awoke the next morning hungover. Through the pain and haze, jock Sam knew it was still in charge. After a quick piss, he moved to the kitchen to rehydrate. There he found Roger in his customary boxers.

“How was last night, sport?”

“Fuckin’ lit coach but, uh, why ’m I still dumb? Like don’t that shit wear off after like a couple o’ hours?”

“When you drink it, yes, but when I fuck it into that sweet ass of yours it lasts much longer.” Roger handed Sam a slice of cold pizza and cup of coffee before throwing him the grimy workout clothes from the day before. “Eat up, we’re heading to the park for some football.”

Sam could only respond with “Fuck ye’ coach!” before downing the coffee, devouring the slice, and throwing on the clothes. Once completed, he followed Roger out of the house to enjoy a day of just being a jock.