The following story contains fictional accounts of hypnosis/mind control and m/m fantasies. If such subjects offend you or you are under 18 do not read any further.

Jake and I went way back to grade school. Even though we came from opposite sides of the tracks, we always hung together. I kept Jake from flunking too many classes, he kept me from getting whaled on by bullies, and we just got along. We even rubbed off on each other. By high school, Jake knew how to get by in classbarelyand he turned me on to weight lifting. I didn't turn Jake into a scholarship student, and I didn't develop into the kind of hulking body builder that Jake wanted to be. He settled for passing his classes, I was happy not to be the 98-pound weakling everybody beat up, and we were both happy. I knew that going off to college was going to change things, but I wasn't prepared for the way that Jake just dropped out of my life. When I came home for the Christmas and Spring holidays, he just blew me off. I knew Jake wouldn't give a damn about what I'd been doing in business management classes, but I was still kind of hurt by it. So when I came home for that first summer, I gave Jake one more try. His mom told me he'd moved out and gave me his new number. "Good luck, Paul," she sighed. "Maybe he'll talk to you. He don't even know his family exists no more." So it wasn't just me, I figured as I dialed the new number. This time I got Jake. And he sounded to me like his old self again. "Come on over tonight, man," he said. "Make it after eight. I don't get home from the gym till then. Be good to see ya." So that night I drove over to Jake's new address. It was a run down rancher in a rough part of town, but no worse than where Jake had grown up. I'd scored a six-pack with a fake ID I'd gotten from one of my frat bro's, and when I rang the doorbell, I was figuring we'd just spend a couple of hours tossing em back and watching some tv. Man, was I blown away when the door opened and I found myself looking at a solid wall of flesh. Jake was taller than me, about 6'1", and he'd been a beefy guy as long as I could remember. But now he was freaking huge. And not fat. It was all muscle. Big hulking muscles that looked so big I wondered how he could move. His arms were bigger than my thighs and his pecs looked like he'd inflated them with a bicycle pump. I had a pretty good look at him, because Jake had answered the door right out of the shower, dripping wet with a towel around his waist. "Alright!" Jake almost shouted as he saw me, and he grabbed my hand in his massive right. "Ya made it. Come on in, buddy." Jake disappeared for a sec to dress and I looked around. The place was a dive: just an old couch, an older tv, and a stereo sitting on a dirty green carpet in the living room. When I went into the kitchen to put the beer away, the refrigerator was stuffed with jars of supplements and a couple of cartons of eggs. I wedged the beer in just as Jake came back. He was wearing a big, silly grin, dressed in a t-shirt that barely covered his torso and a pair of those bodybuilder pants in black zebra stripes. "You look amazing, guy," I said. How could I not mention it? "Competition class," he said proudly, flexing. He got even bigger. It really was amazing. We didn't drink the beer. Jake was off anything that didn't make him more massive. Instead we talked, and I told him about college, and he told me about life at home. Things only got weirder. He was sharing the house with a guy named Larry, a paramedic who was also his bodybuilding coach. To hear Jake tell it, Larry was god. Larry was completely responsible for his metamorphosis into the Incredible Hulk. "He keeps me focused, totally focused. I do nothing but train. I am a muscle-building machine! No job, nothing. Five hours at the gym each day. And you should see those pussyboys there! Man, they cannot believe how big I am. They all wanna know my secret, but no way am I letting them know about Larry." And that was another strange thing. Larry never trained with Jake. I'd worked out enough to know that coaches followed a guy through a whole workout, but Larry never set foot in the gym when Jake was there. "He give me focus," Jake repeated. "I am totally focused." The muscle weirdness aside, Jake seemed fine. He wasn't talking to his mom because she was a nag (I felt the same way, but since my mom paid my tuition, there was nothing I could do). He wasn't dating, but Jake had never really dated. He just got laid when he wanted to; romance wasn't part of the picture. I thought it was a little strange, but it didn't seem like anything was wrong. I only spent about two hours there that night. Jake said he had to get a lot of sleep, and I believed him. He did talk me in to agreeing to meet him at his gym on Saturday, the first afternoon I had free because I had a yard work job. I was sure I would be completely unable to keep up with him, but I didn't want to blow him off, so I agreed. When I met Jake that Saturday, he had already been working out for two hours, doing his quads. His legs were engorged with blood and looking almost evil, they were so animal like. He worked me mercilessly, even though I did one set to his every three, and by the time we finished, I could hardly stand. "Protein man, you need protein now," Jake said. "Come one, we'll have a couple of steaks at my house. Larry'll have em ready." I went along because I wanted to find out more about this wonder coach, and when we walked into the house, I could smell meat cooking. "Take a shower in there," Jake said, almost pushing me toward the bathroom. "I'll have Larry throw another t-bone on for you." I was trembling in the shower so bad I could barely stand. I let the hot water loosen me up a little, but I was already feeling the burn that usually came the day after a hard workout. When I stepped out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. I sure was no Jake, but I was in pretty good shape. I could see my abs, and maybe my pecs could have been bigger, but since I have a hairy chest, I figured they weren't been shown off to their best advantage. One thing I knew, I couldn't keep up with Jake, even just doing Saturdays. So I dressed and went out to meet Larry. He was in his early forties, with short dark hair and a moustache, and the amazing thing was the he was built more like me than Jake. He was fit, for sure, in better shape than most guys his age, but he didn't look like a bodybuilder. But he was friendly enough and we talked about college after I collapsed into a chair. I ate an enormous steak, and the another one, I was so hungry. Jake polished off three and a huge pile of supplement pills. I felt relaxed a little as we sat around talking, but finally, when I stood up, my legs cramped and I almost fell, grabbing onto the chair. Jake caught me from behind and dragged me into the living room couch. "See, man, you gotta get a lot tougher to keep up with me." I groaned and asked for some aspirin, but Larry came in with a glass of some green liquid and gave it to me instead. "Electrolytes, mostly. Helps restore muscle function," he said. It tasted like vitamins and I could barely swallow it. Jake laughed. "Come on, Larry," he said. "Help the man out." Larry looked at me, considering something. "He's cool," Jake went on. "He's a great buddy. Come on, Paul. Let Larry show you how to get past this." "Anything that works," I said. "Okay," Larry pronounced. "Listen carefully." And he started me on some breathing exercises, talking to me really slow and evenly, just talking me through the cramps, getting me to loosen up, to let go of all the tension. I just listened to him at first, but then it seemed to be working and my calves didn't ache and then my thighs weren't tense, and then, well, I guess I woke up. I wasn't asleep exactly, but I kind of lost the thread of what Larry was saying, and then I felt better. So it was cool. I was sore for the next couple of days, but when Saturday rolled around, I was ready to work out with Jake again, and afterward, before we even ate, Larry helped me lose all the tightness in my chest muscles. The week after that, we did back, and Larry brought me back from what I was sure was about to be a spasm. We didn't do much else besides eat a huge meal and then I'd go home. It was odd, but it worked. Then one afternoon, I got off work early and I found myself driving past Jake and Larry's. Larry's car was in the driveway, but it was only about three and Larry was still home. I stopped and rang the bell and Larry let me in. I pretended I had strained my shoulder that day, and I got Larry to walk me through the relaxation like before. I think he knew I was faking it, but he didn't seem to mind, either. A few days later, I found him home and said my quads were tight and he relaxed me again. Then one day it rained hard and I didn't have to go to work at all. About noon I cruised over to see LarryI knew Jake would have just left the house. Larry looked like he was just out of bedparamedic hourswearing boxers an old t-shirt. He didn't even ask where I hurt, just pointed to the couch. I sat down and a few minutes later, I was in that totally relaxed state. It was like being high, it felt so good. And then Larry was talking to me differently. Usually, by this point I had no idea what he was really saying, but now I heard him. My eyes were closed, but I knew he was nearby. "Do you feel good, Paul?" "Yes," I said. "Stand up and step away from the couch.." I did, and it almost felt like I was just floating into a standing position, it was so easy. When Larry spoke again, it was more like I was hearing him in my head than as if he was just talking to me. "You can feel better, Paul, even better than this. Do you want that?" "Oh yeah," I said. I felt a hand on the bare skin of my arm. and it was as if I was suddenly plugged into a socket. I felt the hair all over my body stand up. It was incredible the way that pleasure radiated up my arm and through my body. "You've learned to follow my voice, Paul, but my touch is even more effective. Any place that my body touches yours will feel just like the way your arm feels now. Do you want that?" "Oh yeah, please." "Take off your clothes." I hated moving my arm because that meant Larry wasn't touching it any more, but I scrambled out of my clothes, throwing them off to the side. I gasped as I felt Larry press his body against my back; he must have gotten naked at some point. He was hairy and warm and solid as a rock. I felt his arms come around my chest and his breath hot on my neck. "Do you like it?" I said "Yes," and "Yes," again and again as the pleasure filled me and then Larry was filling me with his cock and the most incredible sensations I had ever known. I never even became hard myself, never shot a load, though I could feel his own seed inside me and I was in heaven knowing it was there. Afterward, as I lay on the floor, still blissful, I watched him stand over me, I understood the perfection of his body, every dark, wiry hair on his legs, the beautiful masculine curve of his ass, the magnificence of the manhood that had given me so much pleasure. He made me rise and kiss his hard chest, worshiping his nipples, sucking on the powerful fingers of his hand as he fed them to me, one by one. The contact with him was almost unbearably sweet, and I knew that I would do anything for this man. When he sent me away, I knew why I he told me I would remember nothing until I came to him again the following afternoon. It would have killed me to leave him knowing how much he meant to me know. It was not until I walked in the door the next afternoon that I felt the need to serve him overwhelm me again and the rapture began. Then it was Saturday and Jake and I worked out like we had been and afterward, when we got to his house, Larry was there to show me how little I understood. He mounted me, there in the living room with Jake watching and with his cock inside me, he showed me how Jake, too, had needs. I saw my huge friend pull his cock out of his pants and offer it to me and I knew that burying it deep in my throat was what Jake needed, what Jake deserved for all his hard work. As I sucked him, Jake told me that this had been what he wanted, what he had wanted for years and I was in awe of him and the fact that he wanted to be inside me too. I couldn't believe that I had never known what my best friend wanted so badly was something so right, something so complete. That night I cried in Jake's arms as we lay in bed with his erection filling me up and he said that he had always wanted to take care of me, always have me for his own and that now that we both knew what Larry could give us, we could be happy with him. Feeling Jake bear down on me, knowing what it meant when he shuddered deep inside me, I knew that I owed him this and that I could never be happy except by being there for him. In the morning I kissed him as he lay on his back and I watched Larry do for Jake what he had done for me. I was almost jealous as Larry slipped his cock out and replaced it with his hand and I saw how Jake understood so much better than I did what Larry could do and what we had to do for him. I begged Jake to teach me to know him the way he knew Larry and when at last he said yes, I wept again. I went back to school that fall. I knew I had to get ready to earn my keep in Larry's house. When I got my degree and started to work, Larry brought Jake to Atlanta. It was easier to travel to the competitions from there, and so many more men who would pay for Jake to do once for them what he did for me each night. I hated those men who paid for what was mine by right and Larry knew what had to be done. In my leathers, I became an avenger, the punisher of those who didn't understand the perfection of what Larry and Jake and I had. And they knew that they were worthless pieces of shit, the business men and the pretty boys who thought that sucking my cock could make them happy. When they shot their puny loads, Larry and I showed them what real men were capable of as he would enter me and I became completely his once again. It was twenty years ago that I first learned how to be happy. Now Larry says he's ready to retire and he says I have to learn how to share his power. He watches as I practice, nodding as I teach the young college boys who follow me home from the gym, just as once I followed Jake home. Kyle has been the easiest: he was ready to offer himself to me before I even began to expand his mind. I think I will let Larry take him when he moves away: Larry likes the big, muscle boys, and Kyle is a lot like Jake in those early years. Rick is my favorite. He reminds me of myself before I learned: hip, cocky, completely unaware of what was possible until I filled him up and now he comes by almost everyday for it. His back is covered in tattoos that I picked out for him and he wears a collar now because it excites him to know that I own him so deeply. His older brother tried to interfere, and now, when I feel like it, I fuck the guy rough and hard to he remembers not to get in the way: he doesn't like it, but he can't resist.

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