Juan looked over at his roommate and bro Kevin perplexed. “Bro, are you trying to read that book again, bro?”
Keven looked up from the old worn book he got as a joke. “I’m gunna figure this thing out and turn us back already. And I told you not to call me ‘bro’.”
“I told you not to worry about it bro. You’re not gunna figure it out bro. Just accept it.” Juan jeered at Kevin as he pumped his arms in a double bicep pose.
Another cool October day had just ended as Yang once again walked into his local gym. He had been coming in three times a week now for six months trying to get into shape and get some idea about this new thing called Jockhism. Two of his American friends, Paul and Adam, had been going off about it for months, trying to convince Yang to join them at that gym, or temple as they called it.
He could picture it now. “Come on Yang, brah, you’ll love it.” and “Getting swole is so sweet, brah, I’ve never felt this good before, you get me brah?” Over and over for months until yang finally caved and took them up on their offer.
One warm spring day he entered the gym with his two friends, smelling the musk of sweat and hard work, hearing the clang of weights, seeing dozens of guys working out in almost nothing. Every sense in his body was overwhelmed and he felt like running. But something told him not to, to stick with it for the day with his friends.
After pumping iron for a good couple of hours, his arms were jelly and breathing hurt. Never before had Yang worked his body that hard. His thin Korean frame just wasn’t used to working that hard, being a nerd like his friends used to be.
A day or two later, Yang did notice a difference. His thin arms appeared to have a little more definition on them, and he got the idea to stick with it for a bit. Adam and Paul were enthusiastic and supportive, helping Yang get his gym membership set up. But that was months ago, today Adam and Paul are dating, who knew they were gay, and he was at the gym by himself alone again.
Paul said that he first really “got” working out about a month after he started, saying that Jockhism just started making sense and he was happier. Adam said it took him about 5 weeks. Yang couldn’t get why he wasn’t like his friends; happy, contempt, perhaps a bit dumber.
Yang was lost in thought as he walked; he didn’t even realize that he had bumped into someone until he saw him turn around. “Hey, watch it brah.” the man Yang just bumped into grunted, his voice low but having a certain element of intelligence. He was a monster of a man, over 6 foot, easily 280 lbs of pure muscle, but had a certain intelligence in his eyes that Yang hadn’t seen before.
“S-sorry man. I as lost in thought. I’ll be more careful next time.” Yang was quick to respond, hoping to get away before causing a scene and embracing himself.
“You better…wait, I think I’ve seen you around brah. Always putting in good work but looking depressed as shit.”
“You’ve noticed me?” yang was surprised. He didn’t think this hulk of a man, clearly someone who got Jockhism better than he ever could. ‘Yea…I’ve been coming for about 6 months after a couple friends recommended it. But it’s not doing it for me.”
“Well no shit, brah, you’re just like I used to be, over thinking shit all the time. You ever tried turning that brain off for a while?”
“You say that like it’s easy” Yang was starting to get pissed. 6 fucking months of coming to the gym, trying to ‘get’ how Jockhism will make him happier and this meathead acts like it’s the easiest thing in the fucking world. It probably is for him, never had a real thought to begin with.
“Easy there, brah, I used to be like you. Into a whole bunch of nerdy stuff, reading all the time, thinking big all the time. And I was miserable. I was trying to control everything, even after discovering Jockhism brah. But then I found this guy, really smart guy named Alan Watts and fuck brah, he helped me get it.”
Yang was taken aback. He’d seen the transformation in Paul, the skinny nerd into a buff man, and Adam, downright fat before leaning up and packing on muscle, but this guy was insane the amount of muscle he must have packed on quickly.
“Here, give this a shot brah. Listen while you lift and see if it helps.” He held out his phone for Yang to tough it, using NFC. A file appeared on his phone titled ‘Alan Watts – Don’t Take Life too Seriously.’
“T-thanks man. I don’t know what to say.” Yang was seriously lost for words. Would this really help?
“Thank me by stopping by after the lift brah.” He patted Yang on the shoulder, nearly forcing Yang to the ground, before heading off deeper into the gym.
Yang went and changed into his normal gym gear, a loose t-shirt and baggy athletic shorts, before heading out to the floor. He was about to hit the machines when he remembered the file and grabbed his ear buds. A voice started talking, likely this Alan Watts guy, about what it means to want something. It honestly confused Yang to the relevance of living to seriously, but he stuck with it.
Twenty minutes pass without Yang realizing as he absorbs the interesting talk this Watts guy was giving. At first he wasn’t making any sense, but now the pieces were starting to come together. Yang was trying to control everything rather than trust the universe to work. Doing this made him worry and worrying caused dread and anxiety.
There was another piece though; trying to reach enlightenment, or get it, will prevent you from getting it. The exact thing Yang was trying to do was preventing him from getting it. Yang needed to let go and live in the present, because the present is all that there is.
The file ended and Yang kept pushing through his workout, but it was different this time. He was there and thinking about his workout, but he wasn’t trying to analyze it, wasn’t trying to control every aspect to get the best workout he could. He let all of that go and trusted that the workout will be exactly what he needs.
Yang felt his pants start to stir, his cock was getting hard. Normally this would concern him, being hard in public was such an embracing thing, but he let it go. So his cock was hard, that’s how it was. He felt weight lift off his brain with every rep, more relaxed and…happy. Letting the universe do it’s thing because all the nitpicking was unimportant.
Another hour passed and Yang had finished up his workout, an intense one, when it dawned on him, he ‘got’ it. He understood how his friends had let go so much and just enjoyed the beautiful thing that is life.
Yang entered the locker room to change when he ran into the monster of man he saw earlier. “What’s up brah?” slipped out of Yang’s mouth without thought.
“Getting pumped brah. How’d that file work?”
Yang could tell that he was staring at his still raging cock through his shorts. “Fuck brah, that Watts guy is so right. I was trying to get it, and that’s why I couldn’t get it. You get me? I already had everything I needed, I was just overthinking it.” Yang bounced his right pec, something he’d never done before because he thought it was dumb.
“I get it brah. I was stuck in the same trap. Trying to get it, then thinking about why I wasn’t getting it over and over. Names Brad btws brah.” Brad entered a double bicep pose to greet Yang.
“Yang.” And Yang returned the pose, amazed at how good it felt.
Brad exited his pose and placed a hand on Yang’s cock. “I see you do brah.”
Yang relaxed his muscled and grabbed Brad’s arm, making him rub his cock though the loose shorts. “Fuck Brad, I’ve never been with a brah before, but I see your ass and I want it.” With his free hand, Yang slapped Brad’s big muscle ass, ignoring all the other guys around them in the locker room.
Brad grabbed Yang’s hand to guide him to the sauna while Yang swaggered behind. Yang was amazed at how he wasn’t nervous, wasn’t anxious, just ready to fuck in the moment.
Yang let Brad step inside first so that he could bet a good view of that big muscle ass bouncing with each step. Yang’s cock was already throbbing at the sight. He slipped off his clothes and didn’t bother grabbing a towel, he just sat down with his legs wide open to give brad a good view. The months of gym had given him a good body, about 20 pounds of muscle with nice definition.
Brad somehow slipped between Yang’s legs. He was huge but he always found a way when it came to cock. He grabbed Yang’s cock, a solid 7 inches of uncut meat, and killed the head, slowly working his tongue under the foreskin.
Yang let out a deep moan, he felt amazing. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. It wasn’t that his brain was blank, he still had thoughts, he just wasn’t trying to analyze every little thing around him. He could focus on the pleasure as Brad nursed the head of his cock before working a little deeper.
Yang let out a moan of supprise as Brad’s moth reached the base of his cock. He hadn’t realized how low he had gotten already. Without thinking, he reached up and grabbed the back of Brad’s head, ready to work his mouth, gliding it along his cock at the exact rhythm he wanted.
Brad never fought back as Yang fucked his mouth. He relished the feeling of the throbbing meat using his mouth, feeling Yang’s balls start to rise up as he drew close before rope after rope of thick cum filled his mouth.
Yang’s entire body, including his brain, tingled as he came in Brad’s mouth. He was spent, couldn’t move a muscle, all he could do was sit there and enjoy the euphoria of not over thinking it.
If there was one single word you could use to describe Ren, it would be stressed. Before his girlfriend broke up with him, everything was going good. Their combined income was more than enough to cover rent, her pussy was always ready for his dick, and life seemed to be going well. Ever since that day, he was working two jobs to barely scrape by.
Ren’s toned body, that he’d had with his girlfriend, had gone flabby since he couldn’t work out nor ear correctly anymore. He’d easily put on 50 pounds in under a year and lost a good deal of tone.
Hopefully, that all would change. Ryan, Ren’s best friend for 10 plus years, was getting an apartment with him. With rent being split in half Ren could quit one of his jobs and get his body back into shape after the year of depression eating.
The day arrives and Ren and Ryan move into their new place, a dual bachelor pad. Ryan supersized Ren with a present, a book on working out titled “Jockhism”.
Ren felt a little offended, even his best friend is saying he’s got fat, but Ren understood that Ryan want’s to help him get back into shape.
The book wasn’t very long but Ren decided to skip to the end
Reading through it, Ren discovered that it included several week long passes to a new gym called the Temple. Knowing he would try the place out, he skipped back to another section on power-lifting. Reading through it felt like a switch being turned on. Power lifting wasn’t about size, it was about power. The power to move heavy objects, the power to show what real muscle is.
Ren grabbed Ryan and dragged him to the Temple for a good workout immediately. Ren strolled through the lobby like he’d been there a million times, focused on getting changed and starting his lifting.
Ryan kept trying to direct Ren to the cardio sections to burn fat, but Ren was determined to lift. He set up the bar and got in position, pulling the bar down before Ryan was fully prepared to spot. Each pump was hard, not impossible but difficult. Ren pushed through, lifting again felt great.
Ren continued to do rep after rep, losing all track of time and how many reps he’d completed. One phrase kept clouding his thoughts. “Right Mindlessness” over and over. Each rep the phrase would push another thought out of his head, and then another, and another, until all that was left was the act of lifting. Ren grew a big dumb smile as his head grew emptier and emptier, no more worries getting in the way.
“Hey bro, we should switch off now, heh. You really got in the zone man.”
Ren’s mind regained an idea of it’s surroundings. Who knows how long he had been pumping, but he could feel lighter, happier. His cock also felt happy, straining in his shorts. “Yea brah, you take a turn.”
Ren spotted for Ryan, after Ryan altered the weights slightly. He could see Ryan’s eyes go blank, empty of all thought. ‘Mindlessness’ pumped though his brain as Ryan followed through with every rep. He also saw Ryan’s cock straining in his jock. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
The two brahs finished their workout, both tired from an intense day. Ren for getting back into the swing of working out and Ryan for trying to not get one upped by his bro. Ren could barely focus, his mind lost in a haze as his cock throbbed. Without thinking in the shower, he walked behind Ryan and rested his hard cock against Ryan’s ass. Without complaint Ryan backed up, letting the hard member slip inside.
The tight warmth engulfing his manhood sent Ren over the edge. His empty mind became a firestorm of pleasure and bliss as he used his friends ass. Without any thought Ren blew his load into Ryan’s ass. The pleasure overwhelmed him as he felt some of his desire to fill his head with useless crap, like books and geeky shit, dragged out of his cock. His euphoric bliss growing as he knew he must maintain the right mindlessness to keep all that stress away for good.
Daniel sat on his couch playing video games, desperately trying to ignore the moans and slapping of skin coming from the other side of the house. Demarcus and Luke, Daniel’s best friends and roommates, were once again fucking each other silly, just like they had every night for the past month.
For some reason, they had been acting weird ever scene they decided to start working out. The Temple, as they called it, was about the only thing they could talk about recently, droning on and on about the Four Jock Truths and the Eight Brah Path. None of it made any sense to Daniel. Though Daniel couldn’t deny that it was paying off.
Demarcus must have lost 40 pounds of fat and replaced it with 30 pounds of muscle. His dark skin seemed to glow, even when the lights were off. He also no longer wore his large video games shirts, to cover up his belly. Instead he wore muscle shirts and athletic shorts everywhere.
Luke, on the other hand, stopped being a bean pole and gained more muscle than Demarcus. His acne had completely cleared up and it was impossible to get him to wear a shirt unless it was literally required. His pale skin now showed a golden tan, reveling Daniel’s Latin skin in color.
Daniel could accept his friends deciding to get healthy, he just wished they’d stop acting and smelling like dumb jocks. He also could accept them being gay, he didn’t care, all he wanted was to play video games with his friends again.
About the time Daniel finished the mission he was working on, Luke and Demarcus walked into the living room wearing only jockstraps, carrying the musk of sex with them.
“Hey brah, want to join us at the Temple today?” Demarcus asked, flashing a stellar smile that Daniel couldn’t remember him having previously.
“Sure, why not.” Daniel wasn’t excited to go to a gym, but he did want to get to the bottom of what the hell was up with his friends.
After they showered, and Luke reluctantly put on a shirt, all three went to the ‘Temple’. Stepping inside, Daniel saw a giant mural of a very buff guy with a backwards baseball cap and a very dumb look on his face. He was only wearing tight athletic shorts and was sitting with his legs crossed. The most unsettling part was his arms, posed to flex, and Daniel could swear it looked like they were pulsing.
Daniel must have been staring because he was startled when Luke slapped his ass. “come on brah, time to lift. Gotta awaken the jock within, brah.”
The last line confused Daniel. The jock within? Daniel was not a jock, and neither were Luke and Demarcus up until recently. He dutifully followed his friends into the locker room to put on his workout gear, some stuff he still had from high school. He followed his friends out into the main weight area, determined to jog on a treadmill until they were done. Right before he could, Demarcus grabbed him, wrapping his big black arms around Daniel. Daniel tried to protest but Demarcus was not letting up. Daniel shifted his attention to Luke, hoping for some help, but what he saw scared him.
Luke had run off for a second before returning with a flat rimmed ball cap. It had the gyms logo on the front and looked like purple fog was dispersing all around it. Luke placed the cap on Daniel’s had and he could feel the fog enter his mind. All of his thoughts slowed as the fog filled the outside of his mind. He looked to Luke and pleaded for them to stop.
“Just awaken the Jock brah.” and Luke turned the cap around.
The purple fog dove deep into Daniel’s brain, stopping all brain function outside of one thought, the first Jock Truth. Without realizing it, Daniel said it out loud, “Thinking is suffering.” His cock grew hard as Demarcus let him go.
After several minuets, Daniel got up. “lets go lift brahs. Gotta awaken the Jock within more.” He slapped Luke and Demarcus on the ass before following them to start their lifting for the day.
The sounds of college students enjoying their first week of the school year pored in through an open window, distracting Lenard. Scribbling away, he was attempting to create the first Dungeons and Dragons campaign of the school year. Even with the distracting noise, closing the window wasn’t an option. Lenard knew the moment he did, the room would reek of his dumb roommate Kyle.
For all he knew, Kyle was out pledging to a frat, hoping to join the meathead-legion; the thought did give him ideas for the campaign though. He could picture it now, his new friends trying to battle their way through an army of dumb meathead orcs to obtain…something.
Once again, the plot went nowhere. He just couldn’t come up with an ending to this damn campaign
Lenard leaned back, attempting to pop his back, and hit Kyle’s pile of junk, knocking it to the ground. He did the respectable thing and picked it back up, regardless of the smell. The last item to clean up was a flat rimmed baseball cap for some sports team. Lenard was never a sports person, he barely knew what teams belonged to what sport. He was about to push the thought out of his head when he decided to try something.
“I’d look so dumb in this, kinda like Kyle.” thinking out loud. He placed the cap on his head, bill forwards, and looked in the mirror behind the door. Lenard wasn’t shocked at how stupid he looked. The cap made his eyes look vacant and distant. He flexed his arm, attempting to mimic Kyle’s flexes, just to see how it looked. Even with scrawny arms, he looked ridiculously dumb. The cap even made him feel dumb.
He was about to take it off when he remembered how Kyle always wore his, backwards. He reached up to turn the hat around when a small voice in his head screamed out ‘This is bad, don’t do this’. Lenard was confused, why would part of him say that, it was just a dumb hat. Turning it around would make him look dumber, but wouldn’t hurt him.
Showing no fear, Lenard turned the cap around and saw just how dumb he looked, just like a meathead. He went to flex his arms and was amazed at how good he looked. Sure he looked dumb, but he had to admit he didn’t look bad. Plus, that recent time in the gym had been paying off, his guns were definitely growing. That cap also framed his face quite nicely, showing off his square jawline.
“Why did I ever question wearing a cap, bro?” as the last word left his mouth, Lenard knew something felt wrong. What was wrong, he couldn’t say, but something.
As quickly as the fear entered his head, it was gone and Lenard, now Len, was checking out his growing pecks, expanding under his shirt. In one fluid motion, Len ripped the shirt to threads, revealing his new 6 pack abs. He was amazed, he looked so…good. Better than good, he was hot.
Len moved to grab his phone when his cock began to rage, demanding attention. It ripped through his underwear and pants before he got to the bed and collapsed onto it, hand already stroking his cock. He started to stroke his cock, feeling immense pleasure flow through his body. Each stroke felt so good, even as the cap started to feel a little tight, like it was squeezing his brain. After a few more strokes, the squeezing of the cap felt good, better than good awesome. Tighter and tighter with each stroke, moving all those brains down to better things, like his growing body.
“Oh fuck brah!”, he moaned, feeling his balls begin to rise up. Len had no idea what was going on anymore, but it felt good, so good to stroke more and more. With one last stroke he felt the cap tighten ten times more than it felt previously and his cock erupted in jet after jet of thick cum, covering his chest.
Len laid there, zoned out, dumb, and happy until Kyle came back to the dorm.
“Hey dweeb, have you seen my cap? What the fuck?”
“Brah, this cap of yours is so good, where can I get one, brah?”
Kyle went over to Len and inspected him, “Well brah, you’d have to pledge for Bro Cappa Alpha with me, brah.”
Len jumped up in excitement, his junk bouncing around in clear view of the window. “I’m down brah!”
Church bells rang in the distance as Adam pulled up to Tony’s, a group made for a school project, apartment. Adam listened to the bells longingly, normally he would be in church on Sundays but Tony’s only day available to work together was Sunday.
Adam checked himself out in the mirror before heading in. His short brown hair was still neat, as well as his button down shirt and pants. He dreaded walking in. Of all the people in his business class to be paired with, he got stuck with Tony, a 23 or so year old stoner metal head attempting college for a second or third time. He pulled himself together and headed towards the apartment door, desperate to get this over with.
Once he got inside, he saw that the room was a mess. Posters covered the walls in every direction, covering bands he had never heard of before, weed laying out in the open, and CD’s and records all over the place. How someone could live like this, Adam didn’t know.
Tony was polite enough when meeting Adam at the door. He even offered a drink and snack, a fresh baked cookie, though he neglected to mention the additions to it.
Adam accepted Tony’s niceties and sat down at the messy kitchen table, ready to get to work. About half an hour into working, Tony got up to put some music on, claiming “I can’t think without some music.” Adam had no idea what band, let alone song, was now blasting though the sound system, but Adam didn’t care, this wasn’t his music anyways. The drums were loud and pounding, repeatedly beating in his head. Guitars whirled, making sounds Adam didn’t know could be made on an electric guitar. The vocalist was also surprisingly effeminate in how his voice sounded, hitting very high notes in his screams.
Tony looked up at Adam, observing how his head was bobbing with the beat of the song and feeling the weed cookie start to kick in for himself. “What do you think of Priest?” Tony asked unexpectedly.
“Huh? Oh, they’re OK I guess. What the name of this band?”
“Judas Priest, a legend in the Metal sphere.” Tony raised his hand in a devil horns and dropped his head back as Halford erupted a ring wraith scream in the song. He looked back down at Adam, disappointed that he wasn’t joining in, yet. “I got something you’ll like better.” and Tony was off to change the record.
Drums erupted on the sound system. Heavy base drums being bashed in slammed in rapid succession. The music caught Adam off guard, but he could feel his head fading a little as it focused on the intense drum work. A base guitar and electric guitar joined the drums in it’s lightning passe. The haze in Adam’s head grew as the intense music drowned out all thought.
Adam’s button down shirt changed into a black Motorhead shirt, followed by his cardigan shifting into a leather jacket. His nerdy glasses changed into reflective aviators as his hair grew long, almost down to his ass.
Memories started to change next, years of being a good christian boy were replaced with drinking, smoking, and lots of good heavy metal. The girlfriend who had met at a church social was replaced by Tony, whom he’d met at a concert. Adam didn’t lose his intelligence, what he did lose was his motivation. School still mattered, but Heavy Metal was now more important to him.
The song, Overkill by Motorhead he now knew, was building to it’s sudden collusion as Adam raised his arm with devil horns and screamed. Tony looked at him excitedly. Adam now looked like a classic metal-head, and fuck was he hot.
Adam leaned over to his boyfriend “Nice choice in music sexy.” and kissed him before the two moved into the bedroom for the first of many times.
Ethan looked around the pool of the resort he was at. Earlier that day, the girl he took with him to Hawaii left, sick of how he treated her. He felt it was a shame, she was a 9 easily, but there were plenty of bitches here that he could fuck.
Spotting a hot woman across the pool, he ran his hands down his cut body, over his bulging muscles and ample hair, all the way down to his crotch. Cupping his junk, he proceeded to thrust his hips, letting his attentions known to the world. Discussed the woman walked off.
Ethan was about to resume his scouting when he noticed the lounge chair net to him was occupied. Looking over, he saw a big Asian man, arms and legs thick with muscle and a strong core. Obviously a man who works out a lot but he had a gut like someone who never cut. Ethan was instantly disgusted. Who did this guy think he was?
“Beautiful day” the man asked in broken English. His accent was thick but Ethan couldn’t figure out where it was from; not caring about anything besides getting his dick wet.
“Okay I guess” Ethan responded cordially, not quite ready to tell the guy off.
“Sun feels so good on body. My name Sungho.” He was definitely trying to drag Ethan into a conversation.
“Ethan” he respond, his patience wearing thin.
Sungho leaned back, stretching, and let the sun bounce off a metallic clasp on his trunks in the shape of a tiger’s head.
Ethan noticed it, and thought how weird it was. He then noticed how the fabric underneath it began shifting. It took him a moment but he realized that Sungho was hard. The head of his cock just underneath the clasp, making it bounce with each throb, changing how the light hit it.
“You like?” Sungho asked in a mocking tone.
“What?” Ethan responded as he was dragged back to reality. He found himself sitting upright and facing Sungho. “I ain’t fucking gay” he quickly blurted out realizing he was staring at another mans crotch for who knows how long.
“I no say that.” Sungho replied, a devilish smile growing on his face as he spoke. He made his cock throb again, bouncing the light in Ethan’s face again.
When the light hit his eyes, Ethan got dragged back to the metal tiger. It was amazing how the light hit it. How it changed every time Sungho’s cock throbbed. No matter what he did, he couldn’t look away.
“You want closer look?” Sungho couldn’t stop smiling as Ethan nodded, trapped by the clasp’s light. “Come with me” and Sungho grabbed Ethan’s hand and walked him to his hotel room.
Ethan didn’t resist as he was guided through the lobby, he just wished he could look at the pretty medallion some more. They stepped into an elevator and Ethan’s eyes immediately returned to the medallion, giving it his whole attention as the elevator took them higher and higher.
Once in the hotel room, Sungho drew open the curtains and sat in a chair, the sun bouncing off the medallion. Ethan sat across from him, staring at the medallion he’d grown to love. He couldn’t tell why, but it felt like the tiger was growing, getting closer and closer. Sungho began speaking again, Ethan somehow knew it was Korean but was too focused on the tiger.
The closer the tiger got, the smaller Ethan’s world got. Even when a hand pushed his head into the throbbing crotch before him, all that mattered was the medallion. When the 4 inch cock got released from the trunks, he wasn’t grossed out because the light told him not to worry.
“Suck.” The word sounded off in Ethan’s head. He knew understood the word, but he knew it was spoken in Korean. While what was left of his brain was trying to puzzle out how he understood Korean, his mouth eagerly took the head and began nursing it, working the shaft deeper into his willing mouth.
The sun had fallen lower in the sky, bathing the room with it’s warm energy. Sungho pulled Ethan off his cock and moved to the bed, pulling his shorts off as he did revealing the tiger was attached to a string still around his waist.
Ethan eagerly followed Sungho to the bed and resumed sucking his cock, never taking his eyes off the tiger.
Without warning, Sungho ordered Ethan onto all fours and ripped his shorts off, revealing his straight virgin ass. He removed the medallion and held it in front of Ethan as he forced his cock inside. After thrusting hard, he reached around and stroked Ethan’s womanizing 8 inches. Sungho could feel it throbbing in his hand and smiled as he knew what it meant. Each thrust made it throb. Each throb meant it was shrinking and Sungho’s cock was growing. He smiled as he felt his cock going deeper and deeper into Ethan’s tight hole.
The medallion was everything to Ethan. Everything else in his head was pushed out, replaced by the teachings of the tiger medallion. The years of being a womanizing douchebag were replaced with his new boyfriend Sungho and drinking and working out replaced with taking dick.
Sungho moved his hand to grope Ethan’s chest, felling it shrink to match Ethan’s new reality. He grunted as he watched the once muscle clad douche bag shrank down to a 5’8 twink. Smiling between grunts, he loved how Ethan began trusting his hips bad to meet each trust and hearing Ethan moan in a effeminate tone.
Sungho felt his balls begin to rise and began stroking Ethan’s now 4 inch cock, attempting to work his new boyfriend over the edge to cement their new life together. With one last powerful thrust, Ethan squealed as he felt his ass fill with Sungho’s copious load. Sungho roared as he erupted in Ethan’s ass before dragging Ethan as they fell into a spooning position, Sungho never letting his cock leave it’s new home.
Ethan purred as he told Sungho how much he loved his dick in fluent Korean, with an American accent, and nuzzled deeper into Sungho’s embrace.
Sungho slipped the medallion over Ethan’s head, for him to wear as necklace. “You have the sweetest ass I’ve ever had.” before kissing him on the back of the neck.
Both of them were going to enjoy their trip before returning home to South Korea together.
Austin glanced over at the present that his younger brother gave him earlier in the day. Never before had Austin ever heard of an Advent Valentines Day Calendar, yet beside him in the passenger seat sat one. Why in the world would his brother give him one, he would never know. This was Austin’s fifth straight year of being single for Valentines Day and anymore the thought of the day repulsed him.
For whatever reason, Austin could not make even a one night stand last more than an hour. His luck with men had been horrible since he broke up with his first boyfriend when he turned 18. Ever since he was a single man barely able to get laid.
A couple of days passed and it was February first, the true beginning of single hell month. On a whim, Austin decided to have a candy from the dumb advent calendar. Laying in his bed, watching the news in only his boxers, he realized that he had let himself go a little. He no longer had the slim frame that he had in college.
Regardless, now was not the time to worry about how he looked. He was single and looking good was not super important to him at the moment. He bit into the chocolate, and discovered it was actually quite good. A spicy dark chocolate that easily melted in his mouth.
After savoring the chocolate for a few minuets, Austin decided to get some real food for breakfast. When he turned on the light to the kitchen, Austin was shocked to find someone else in his apartment. Leaning on the counter was a tall man with dark skin wearing only a sombrero and a tight pair of jeans. Austin couldn’t help himself from staring. This man’s abs were washboard hard, his were ripped with muscle, a chest that one could easily get lost in, and a large bulge in his pants that was growing. He held a large bouquet of bright flowers which he immediately handed to Austin.
The man spoke to Austin in Spanish, leaving Austin perplexed. “Wh-who are…” before Austin could finish, the man pulled him into a deep kiss. His inhibitions melted as the man grabbed his ass, prompting Austin to grab the man’s growing bulge.
In a moment of clarity, Austin pulled away and finished his question. The man responded again in Spanish, but Austin caught that his name is Jesus. Even though he couldn’t understand a word of what Jesus was saying, every word made Austin feel like he was a prince. Jesus pulled Austin in for another deep kiss before guiding him to the bedroom.
Once there, Austin ripped off his boxers and jumped on the bed. Jesus stepped forward and Austin burred his head into his chest as Jesus massaged Austin’s ass. Austin was in heaven, his head burred in Jesus’ sweaty chest, as he opened Jesus’ pants. Jesus’ large uncut cock bounced out, filling the room with is manly scent. The soft flesh, thick veins, and large foreskin made Jesus’ 10 inch cock feel like the most perfect cock ever.
Without saying a word, Austin lowered himself down and took the large cock in his mouth, feeling it getting harder with every lick under the foreskin. It was surprisingly funky but that only seemed to turn Austin on more.
Jesus was speaking again in Spanish, whispering sweet nothings that Austin couldn’t understand. The one thing Austin did understand was that Jesus wanted more and Austin wanted to give it to him. Jesus’ cock began leaking pre into Austin’s mouth, covering Austin’s tongue with it’s salty tang. Austin began working his mouth deeper, taking the whole thing into his throat.
This supersized Austin, he was out of practice, really out of practice. He wouldn’t change this feeling for the world as he felt Jesus’ balls tighten up on his chin. Jesus bucked his hips and grunted as he shot rope after rope of his thick Latin cum down Austin’s throat and into his mouth.
Before Austin could swallow, Jesus picked him up and locked him in a powerful kiss, swapping swapping Jesus’ cum between the two. When Jesus had all his cum in his mouth, he turned Austin around and bent him over the bed, leaving his ass exposed. Jesus slapped Austin’s creamy ass before running his tongue over Austin’s hole, lubing it up with is cum.
Austin began to moan as Jesus worked his tongue, opening him up. Abruptly, Austin felt Jesus stop and stand up behind him, with the head of his cock lined up with is hole. He heard Jesus speak again and was only able to moan in response.
Jesus started to push the head of his cock into Austin’s ass while bending over to grab his chest. Austin could feel the head slip into his ass, filling a void he forgot he had. Jesus’ cock continued to thrust deeper into his ass; inch by inch until it was balls deep and he could feel Jesus’ pubes. Jesus kissed his neck before backing his hips back for a deep thrust. Thrust after thrust, Austin could feel Jesus working his cock like a well oiled machine. His own cock was starting to get hard as Jesus flipped him over, resting his legs on Jesus’ shoulders.
Austin looked into Jesus’ eyes and could see the lust and passion as Jesus grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into another kiss. Jesus didn’t stop fucking, not for anything, and Austin could feel his cock throbbing, his balls tightening up. Jesus began fucking harder, grunting with every thrust before erupting in Austin’s ass.
The sudden explosion in him caused Austin’s cock to shoot rope after rope onto his chest, even without touching his cock once. Jesus collapsed onto him, not removing his cock, as both breathed hard from the intense orgasm.
Austin felt Jesus pull out and climb in bed with him. He was pulled to the head of the bed and Jesus wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight. Without a fight, Austin fell asleep with the sexy Jesus holding him securely.
The next morning, Austin awoke to find Jesus was gone without a trace. A little disappointed, he got up to get ready for work. On the nightstand, he noticed the advent calendar still had 13 more days left. Austin then knew that the next two weeks were gonna be the best sex of his life.
Rain continued to fall as it had for the past three days. Sam felt like he was going insane, being cooped up indoors, unable to walk around outside without getting drenched with freezing rain. Sam didn’t know what he should have expected, moving from sunny Southern California to Seattle, a city known for rain. Work had given him a promotion for the move, so he was making a lot more, but he hated the weather.
There was static for a moment and then yet another ad came on the tv, this time for some piece of shit self help program. “Are you tired of feeling like a slave to work?” ‘Yes’ Sam thought, ‘who isn’t.’ “Want to feel like you’re young and carefree again, like you did in your 20’s?” Again, Sam agreed. “How exploring all of those interests you’ve always wanted to indulge in?” For a third time, Sam agreed and was concerned at how much he was buying into the ad. “Then you should try our free self help program. Go online or call…” The ad kept playing but Sam had stopped paying attention.
‘Why not give this thing a try, it’s free after all. And if they want money, I’ll back out. There’s no risk.’ Sam grabbed his phone and went to the website it mentioned, supersized at how cheap it looked to be attached to a TV commercial. Still, it only asked for a name, address, phone number, and email. They would probably sell it but all of that information is already everywhere, what’s the worst that could happen?
After filling out the form, Sam put his phone down and promptly forgot he ever went to the site. He forgot until a mysterious package arrived at his door a couple of days later. Opening it up, Sam discovered it was a DVD from the self help site he went to. Once again, or more specifically it’s still, raining out side so outdoor activities are pointless, why not try out this bullshit self help stuff.
Sam sat down on his bed and placed the DVD in his laptop. He was a little confused when it told him to put on headphones, but not enough to stop watching it. After plugging in his headphones, the DVD started.
At first, it was your standard self help crap but with this weird background track that Sam could never quite put his finger on. Regardless, he was amazed at how easily the video captured his full attention, erasing everything outside of the video. At one point, the video changed into nothing more than a spiral and the audio changed from a lecture to some one guiding him into a nice peaceful state of mind. So easy to listen to the video as it guides him deeper and deeper into such a blissful state. Words begin flashing flashing on the screen as the voice continues guiding him.
The sound of lightning outside slowly rouses Sam from his peaceful slumber, bringing him back to the land of consciousness. Looking over at the clock, he notices that it’s already 9! What happened to the day, he wondered. It was just 6PM and he was getting home from work. Becoming more aware of his surroundings, he realizes that he’s naked and covered in cum. Had he jacked off and fell asleep after he came?
After cleaning up, Sam goes to make food, not bothering to put on clothes. He was in his own apartment, he could be naked if he wanted to. While he microwaved a TV dinner, Sam took a moment to appraise his body, something he hadn’t done since he was a teen. “Wow” he exclaimed out loud, he had really let himself go. At 29 his formerly thin body was starting to balloon out quickly, probably from the last month of depression eating. Though he did note that his cock still looked like it was a solid 9 inches hard, so he could probably still get laid if he tried.
The sight did convince him that he needed a change. Tonight he would go to bed early so he could get a good secession in at the gym before work, and after work he would go grocery shopping for much healthier food. No more pizza and microwaved meals, at least until he can reclaim his formerly thin stature.
The following morning, Sam put in a good 2 hour workout, leaving him tired but ok enough to survive work. On the way home, he went grocery shopping after throwing out all the junk food the night before. When he arrived home, he found another box.
“That’s right!” Sam had completely forgotten that he had signed up for that dumb self help thing online. He quickly put the groceries away and opened the box to get a good laugh. Inside was a DVD, a tube of what was labeled as jack off cream, and a large canister of cream that said to apply after a hot shower.
Sam noted that after a long day at the gym and work, he probably needed a shower. Grabbing the canister, he ran off to the shower, neglecting to even question the box after opening it. Hot water ran over his body as it helped wash away the grime of the day while also easing his soar muscles. When he stepped out, he immediately rubbed the cream into his body and toweled off.
The cream gave his body a warm tingling that really soothed his aching muscles and as he looked at himself in the mirror, he could already see some improvements. His flabby belly was already starting to shrink down again. Instead of bending over all the time, his shoulders were back and confident. His arms also appeared to be a little larger as well.
With his new found confidence, Sam strode through is apartment naked, enjoying the feeling of freedom it brought. When he reached the box, he decided to give the DVD inside a go and took the box to the bedroom.
Tonight, Sam automatically put the headphones on to watch the video, not questioning the action. He pressed the start button and the screen produced a large deep purple spiral. The hypnotic tone also began at once and Sam quickly fell into a deep trance, willingly following the program without any resistance.
About an hour later, Sam awoke to a raging hard on. His nine inches was in desperate need of attention. Remembering the bottle of jo cream, he eagerly grabbed it and spread some on his cock. Working his shaft slowly, he emptied his head to imagine a complete babe, a perfect 10 with large bouncing tits. 20 minuets later, with is mental cock deep inside her, he came with a disappointing climax. Even after just emptying his balls, he still felt pent up.
Accepting today as an off day, Sam got up off the bed and immediately noticed that his cock appeared to be a little smaller. ‘That shouldn’t be’ he thought. Maybe it was a little cold inside and was causing some shrinkage. Regardless, the thought quickly left his mind as he remembered that he needed to cook dinner already.
A quick, but very healthy meal, was surprisingly easy to make and even provided healthy leftovers for work the following day. Sam thought how easy this new healthy living was going to be before realizing it was 9 O’clock and rushed to bed.
The next day, Friday, Sam awoke early for a hard day at the gym. The gym was easy, work on the other hand took forever and was difficult. Focusing on the computer in front of him and being the boss was a real challenge today for some reason. Without questioning what was causing it, Sam went home as soon as he could from work, ignoring the pile of work that was only started and not finished.
When he arrived home, Sam discovered that there was three packages on his porch today, each labeled accordingly. ‘That’s right’ he thought, ‘I signed up for that self help thing that’s really helping me get motivated!’ and took the packages inside.
Once there, Sam stripped off his clothes and opened the first box to discover another tube of that disappointing jo cream, a DVD, and more of that awesome after shower cream. Taking the entire box to the bedroom, Sam took a hot shower to try forgetting the horrible day at work.
After he had showered and applied the body cream, Sam looked in the mirror and flexed while giving a dumb look on his face. The sight made him laugh but he did have to admit that he looked good. His stomach was tighter again, arms bigger, pecks larger, and the absence of some of his body hair allowed him to see more of his improving body. His butt also appeared to be larger today, more muscular. Again though he noticed that his cock appeared to be a little smaller than before, even after the hot shower.
Feeling semi good about himself, Sam decided to give that new DVD a spin, anxious to see what would happen today. He put on the headphones and started the video where another spiral filled the screen, hypnotic sounds filled his ears, and he quickly fell into a deep trance.
Two hours later Sam woke up again with a raging cock. Looking down, Sam could tell that his cock was definitely smaller by two inches at least.
Where previously this would have scared him, his cock shrinking and all, Sam didn’t seem to mind. Somehow having a smaller cock felt better, more right. He decided to take a pic, as a size comparison and his new body image quickly imprinted itself on his mind.
Grabbing the jo cream, Sam decided he needed to empty his balls. While stroking his cock, his mind kept moving away from images of women, to images of men with big cocks. Cocks thrusting into his mouth, a thought that would previously disgusted him, and without realizing he starting trusting several fingers in and out of his mouth to the rhythm of his mind. Then the cocks started fucking his ass, again a thought that previously would have grossed him out, and he subconsciously moved the hand that was jacking his cock down to play with his ass. After a good half hour of thrusting fingers into his mouth and ass, Sam came without touching his cock.
Sam was amazed at how good that felt, even after he realized what he had been doing. Looking down, he noticed that his cock had shrunk again, now down to about 4 inches hard. Without questioning it, Sam took another picture of his now even smaller cock and his new body image imprinted on his mind.
A quick and healthy meal was all Sam had the energy for after that intense climax and quickly went to bed after.
The next morning, Sam woke up early even though it was a Saturday and he would normally sleep in late. Grabbing a protein bar and a post workout shake, that he never remembered picking up, Sam went off to the gym for an intense 4 hour workout.
Feeling awesome as he arrived home, Sam stripped off his clothes and remembered that there were two more boxes from that self help program. Opening the second box, Sam discovered another DVD, more after shower cream, a tube of lube, a 7 inch dildo with a suction cup base, and a weird silicon ball with a tube on the end. Upon seeing the dildo, Sam remembered the intense orgasm he had last. Feeling it in his hands the desire to use it grew in his mind.
After taking a hot shower and using the cream, Sam once again flexed for himself in the mirror while making a dumb face. Rather than laugh it off, Sam decided to take a picture in that pose. “Holly fuck do I look hot!” Sam exclaimed to himself, his normal intelligent voice replaced by a slower, dumber tone.
Sam’s muscles were larger, his stomach was flat and had the beginning of abs, his ass was looking great, and having no body hair meant every inch was visible. Even his now below average cock seemed to turn him on. Without thinking, Sam emailed the pic to an address he didn’t recognize.
Swaggering into the bedroom, Sam loaded up the new DVD and quickly fell into a deep trance. Several hours pass before Sam reawakens to his raging cock. His head felt groggy and slow, but he reached over and grabbed the dildo.
Sam took the dildo into his mouth and started thrusting it in and out, going a little deeper each time. Amazed at his lack of gagging, Sam managed to push all seven inches into his mouth and moaned. Who knew having a cock filling your mouth and throat could feel so good? His cock was throbbing at this point, so Sam covered the dildo with lube and lined it up with his virgin ass. It took a couple minuets of trying, but when he was able to get the head in his ass Sam felt over the moon. Thrusting the dildo further and further into his willing ass only made him feel better.
Each thrust felt like it was emptying his mind, replacing it with pleasure as he fucked his ass. In and out. It was such a simple rhythm for Sam to focus on as his cock raged, never once being touched. After what felt like an eternity, Sam felt himself about to cum and thrust the dildo in as hard and as deep as he could. A small amount of cum dribbled out of his cock and Sam felt spent.
Pulling the dildo out of his ass, Sam felt ashamed that it was no longer clean. Waddling into the bathroom to clean the dildo off, Sam remembered the weird ball of silicon that also came in the box. The idea of an enigma bulb flooded his mind, like it had been there all along only he had forgotten he new it.
Sam quickly cleaned out his ass and was about to grab his dildo again when he realized, his apartment was a mess. Putting the dildo down, he started cleaning up the trash in his room. A sudden feeling of enjoyment started to grow in Sam and his little cock started jumping a little. When he moved to vacuuming, his cock was hard. All 4 inches stood straight up, but he didn’t want to touch it until he was finished. Putting away the laundry, Sam noticed that he was leaking a little, and having his apartment clean felt so good.
The moment Sam finished, he jumped on the bed to grab his cock, but it felt wrong. Looking over at the dildo, Sam felt a great need in his mouth and ass. Putting it in his mouth, he felt a deep desire being filled, he felt so right having his mouth full. He managed to work the dildo down to the base before lining it up to his needy hole. With one thrust he forced the dildo all the way down to the base and let out a high pitched moan. Another deep desire was being filled as he thrust the dildo in and out of his ass.
Working the dildo was so easy. In and out, back and forth, fast and hard. It was just like the gym. One simple motion over and over again. So easy to empty his brain and focus on the simple task.
After an hour, Sam finally dribbled out a small load and laid back in orgasmic bliss. ‘That had to be the best orgasm of my life.’ and noted that he would probably use it again later that night.
Finally able to move, Sam pulled the dildo out of his ass and while he felt happy because it was clean, the emptiness in his ass felt depressing.
He accepted that he needed to go and make some food and went off to the kitchen. Rather than make one meal though, he made enough to last lunches and dinners for the next week. He knew doing this would allow him more time for what’s important, the gym and that dildo.
After using the dildo for a third time that night and allowing it to clear his head more, Sam climbed in bed, falling asleep quickly.
Sunday morning Sam was once again awake early, his little cock hard just like his old one would be. He quickly got dressed and left to put a good 6 hours in at the gym, focusing on every muscle especially his ass. Repeating the simple hypnotic rhythm that let him feel so centered and happy.
Sam was excited to see a new package upon returning home. After a quick prepared lunch, Sam opened the box to discover a new DVD, a package of post workout powder, and a weird device with a tube about one and a half inches long and an open padlock without a key. He ignored the shower he would normally to go straight to the new DVD.
A single word was uttered and Sam instantly fell into a deep hypnotic state. When he awoke several hours later, Sam looked down expecting to see his little cock hard. This time however, he wasn’t. His little 4 inch wonder was completely soft even though he was horny as hell. Stroking only helped him get semi hard, even after 10 minuets.
Even with the dildo feeling so good, he always felt he could still go back. Accepting his defeat, Sam grabbed the dildo and began sucking it, instantly remembering how satisfying it felt. Once it was nice and wet, he lined it up with his empty hole a thought crossed his mind. The weird device that came in the box would be perfect to fit around his cock and balls. Without a second thought, he put the chastity cage on and was amazed how his cock started throbbing in it, wanting to get out. At that moment he realized what he had done. He didn’t have a key to the lock and trying to break it wasn’t working.
Desperately horny, Sam lubed the dildo up and began fucking his ass. It felt different this time, better in many ways. Working the dildo hard and fast left him feeling used and revealed, even if he still wanted to cum. With dismay, he accepted that two hours fucking his ass was probably enough for that moment.
He left the comfort of the dildo in his ass to have his healthy dinner and take care of some house chores. His little caged cock throbbed the whole time, in need of attention. Despite himself, Sam felt a weird enjoyment in feeling his cock throb in the small cage.
He quickly finished his chores and took a shower. Upon getting out, he flexed in the mirror, his face naturally making a dumb expression. He was so hot now. His big bouncing pecks, thick arms, well defined abs, and his big bubble butt. Even his caged cock made him feel hot. Sam snapped a picture and sent it to the unknown email address.
It was only 7 O’clock, and Sam was still desperately horny. He went to use the dildo again when he pulled up his phone instead. Sam had hardly used it over the past several days and when he opened it, there was a new app. Something called Grindr was on his phone. Curious what it was, he opened it to discover it was a gay hookup app.
The thought of a real cock filling his ass grew more and more over his thoughts. Exited to get fucked, he quickly snapped some pics of his body and ass. Scrolling through the people, he was amazed at how many hot guys there were. Before he could message anyone, he received a message from someone.
Opening the message, he saw that it said “Hey, think your pussy could handle this? ;)” as well as a picture of large uncut black cock. It looked perfect to Sam, a beautiful foreskin and the purple head just sticking out at the tip. Sam couldn’t say yes fast enough.
What felt like moments later, there was a knock on the door. Sam rushed to the door naked and opened it without hesitation. One the other side stood a tall dark man in an expensive jacket. Sam invited him in, and introduced himself.
“My name’s Tony.” came the response in a deep soothing baritone. “This is a very nice place you have here. Very clean.”
Sam felt overjoyed to hear Tony say that, to acknowledge his hard work. He was about to speak again when Tony put a finger to his lips.
“Don’t worry about that. Just focus on this.” and pulled out his cock.
Sam instantly fell to his knees and took Tony’s cock into his mouth, feeling his head empty into bliss.
“Very good boy. Work under the foreskin. Oh fuck, you’re good boy.”
Tony continued to tell Sam what to do and Sam loved it. Following Tony’s orders and not questioning them filled him with so much pleasure. And, having a real cock in his mouth was far superior to the dildo.
When Tony reached down and grabbed Sam’s head he didn’t protest. Tony began slowly guiding Sam’s warm mouth deeper and deeper onto his cock with every thrust. Tony worked Sam all the way down to the base of his cock and Sam was able to lick Tony’s balls.
Sam felt in heaven letting Tony have all the control and power. Letting Tony’s big strong hands guide his head back and forth over his cock, treating him like a hole, sent waves of pleasure through him. Each down stroke filling his throat tickled some unknown desire to submit.
Tony’s cock began to swell more and Sam could feel his balls tighten up on his chin. Without any verbal warning, Tony came straight down Sam’s throat. The hot load filled Sam’s stomach, radiating warmth throughout his body.
Tony spoke again in his deep baritone, “Bed boy.” Sam hurried to his bed and presented his ass, waiting for what he hoped came next. Tony walked up behind Sam and began feeling his hole. It pulsed, loving the attention it was getting.
Sam was expecting Tony’s cock to enter his hole next and was supersized to feel a warm tongue licking his hole. Sam let out a high pitched moan, encouraging Tony to tongue fuck Sam harder.
Once Sam’s ass was nice and wet, Tony lubed up his cock and lined it up with Sam’s hole. “What do you want, boy?” The question perplexed Sam for a second. He wasn’t expecting it and his brain froze without an answer. “Come on boy, answer the question.” and Tony teased his cock against Sam’s hole.
“Y-your cock Sir. I want your cock in me!” Sam screamed out, unsure where it came from, but knowing it was true. Tony started thrusting his cock into Sam, commenting on how good Sam felt as he slowly pushed more and more of his cock into Sam’s previously virgin ass.
Tony was bigger than the dildo that Sam had been using previously and Sam moaned uncontrollably. He had never felt so full, so…complete. The slight pain he felt every time Tony thrust felt negligible compared to the pleasure of Tony’s cock punching his prostate.
Tony began to speed up his thrusts, piston fucking Sam’s ass. Having his ass fucked hard left Sam’s head in an empty blissful ball of pleasure. Right now nothing else mattered. Sam felt one more hard thrust before feeling Tony erupt in his ass, leaving a load that felt larger than the one he sent down Sam’s throat earlier.
Sam began to feel Tony pull out of him, leaving an empty feeling deep inside of him. After he was fully out, Sam felt a cold silicon butt plug being pushed into his hole, quenching most of the empty feeling.
“Now boy, keep this plug in your sweet pussy for the rest of the night.” Sam smiled, knowing he wouldn’t want to take it out for any reason. “And by the way, you look so cute with your cock locked up.” Tony reached around Sam and grasped the warm cage, stroking the skin in the holes.
“Thank you Sir.” was all Sam was able to get out before hearing Tony go into the bathroom to clean up. Sam got off the bed and offered Tony something to drink, which he declined, before escorting him to the door to say their good byes. Sam couldn’t get the feeling of Tony’s cock fucking him out of his mind.
After Tony left, Sam collapsed on his bed exhausted and quickly fell to sleep, dreams of Tony and his cock filling his mind.
Monday morning came and Sam left early for the gym, ready to get a good workout in. Sam didn’t realize how much time had passed while working out. At 10, he got a call from work asking where he was. Sam managed to fake being ill but it took all of his mental faculties. In the end, he was able to stay until 11 getting a great pump.
Having already called out from work, Sam went home after his workout. The plug helped alleviate the emptiness in his ass, but he deeply missed the feeling of a real cock. Upon arriving home, Sam was happy to discover that there was a new box waiting for him. Grabbing the box, he rushed inside. Inside was a chain collar with a lock, and a new DVD. Sam rushed to take a shower and clean out. Once done, he posed in front of the mirror, a dumb expression on his face, and took a picture before emailing it.
After the shower he jumped onto his bed to watch the new video. Again, only a single word was enough to drop him into a deep trance.
Several hours later, Tony woke up hungry. He fetched a quick meal and noticed that there was a message on his phone. It was from Tony! The message said that he was coming over in an hour! Sam quickly prepared before leaping to the door the moment he heard a knock.
Tony was dressed well again, and let himself inside. “You ready to go boy?”
“Yes Master” Sam spoke in a monotone voice. Tony, Sam’s new Master, grabbed the collar from the box and locked it around Sam’s neck. The click activated all of Sam’s training, leaving him mindless outside of the gym, following orders, and worshiping his Master.
Sam followed his Master out to his car, forgetting his entire past and loving every moment of his new future.
Charles has been down on his luck for months. His fiance broke up with him, he lost his comfy office job in IT, and his savings was quickly drying up. He can afford one last month of rent before he’ll be on the streets. In a last ditch effort to find employment, Charles went to the mall.
He wondered around for hours and found nothing. Marching his pudgy frame around the mall produced nothing but covering him in sweat. Charles rounded a corner to try the last arm of the mall when he spotted a booth with several very muscular men standing in front wearing fairly revealing workout gear.
Charles was about to walk by, attempting to try the small computer store for work, when one of the men stopped him.
“Hey brah, I’m Cody”
“Hi, I-I’m Charles” he mumbled, embarrassed to be talking to the obvious meat head.
“So brah, we’re, uh, out here looking for new employees for out gym, brah. The Muscle Farm. Why don’t you tryout for our, uh, IT department, bro.” Cody grabbed Charles arm with a quick motion and started walking him to the booth before he could protest.
“Wait, you want to give me a job?” Charles finally spat out when they reached the opening to the booth. Up close, he could see the giant “Muscle Farm” logo on the side with a mulls head and two buff men posing next to it. A door was opened on the side showing an area similar to that of a photo booth.
“Why not brah, you look like you’d fit right in, huh huh.” Cody clearly spent his youth playing sports and working out compared to studying like Charles had. “Just push the button once for IT Brah.”
“Well, I guess.” and then Charles stepped into the well lit booth, hearing it closed behind him.
Expecting an interview, Charles sat down, straitened his tie, and tried to gather his thoughts before pressing the button. What would he say, he hadn’t prepared for an IT interview today. After a hard gulp, he put on the headphones and pushed the button.
The booth was immediately plunged into darkness and a loud measured sound began bombarding his head. A spiral began playing on the screen before him, boring directly into him as his mind went silent. This went on for a couple minuets before text began appearing on the screen before him and a deep voice began talking. The voice was soothing and guided him deeper and deeper into a trance.
Phrases like“You love to work out”, “How your body looks matters to you”, and “You will obey the Gym Master” began burrowing their way into Charles’ mind. A warm tingling sensation began spreading across his body as his body fat began melting away. His cock started throbbing, loving the feeling of his mind and body changing. Edging him to orgasm when, the lights turned back on and he was awake.
“That felt…good” Charles, no Charlie gasped, trying to catch his breath from the experience. He looked down and noticed that hes previously “chubby” frame was much leaner. Much more muscle covered his arms and legs, his chest also appeared to be more muscular now and his previously flabby stomach was much firmer.
Charlie was about to step out of the booth when a thought crossed his mind, ‘Push the button again, bro’. The thought felt alien, but also good. One press of the button make him feel this good and made him look this hot, what would a second press do?
Sitting back down, Charlie pressed the button a second time. The booth became dark once more as the hypnotic tone and spiral appeared again. With ease, he dropped deeper and faster than before, opening himself up more. The voice began again, imprinting more thoughts onto his open mind. “You are a dumb jock for Gym Master,” “Thinking is overrated, working out is better,” and “Feel your brains fuel your muscles.” pounded his brain over and over. His body began to tingle again, this time joined by his brain, as his muscles pulsed. His body fat completely melted away, revealing his now tone and defined body. Memories of school began to be replaced with the gym and fucking around with his bros. His cock raged once again, throbbing closer and closer to climax. Once again he was about to cross the point of no return when the booth turned off again.
Charlie awoke to his new body, impressed at how he looked. He took off his glasses, wondering why he was wearing those dumb things, and felt his head grow lighter. Charlie could tell he wasn’t the brightest guy, but still felt like himself. “Holly fuck, bro” slipped out as he took another gasp of air.
Without any more thinking, Charlie pushed the button for a third time. Again the room plunged into darkness as he fell deeper than before to the sound and spiral. The Gym Master was talking to Charlie now. “You must really want to be a dumb jock boy, nothing but a meat head jock who can only work out and obey the Gym Master, huh boy?”
“Yes Master” Charlie mumbled.
“Good answer, boy.” The tingling in Charlie began again, more intense than before. His muscles swollen up with muscle as his brain burns hot. All memories of school and being a nerd replaced with the gym and worshiping the Gym Master and His cock. Oh that cock. Charlie loved it more than he loved fucking his brahs. As the last of his memories changed, Charlie’s cock erupted filling his pants with the first of many jock loads.
The door opened automatically and Cody looked in to see the cum covered meat head that used to be Charles.
“Welcome to the Muscle Farm, brah. Woh, looks like you, uh, pressed the button more than once, brah.” After scratching his bulge, “Do you remember your name, brah?”
Charlie looked to Cody with a dumb, perplexed look on his face. “My what, brah?”
“Oh fuck bro, you really joined the Muscle Farm. Let’s see, uh, Sean is a good brah name.”
“Sean” he said the name a couple of times as it sunk into his brain and he scratched his cum covered bulge. “Yea, I’m Sean brah! And I belong to the Gym Master at the Muscle Farm brah!”
Magic Fable 