dougtfs: This is a preview of my new book Hypno Muscle Book 1! Get the full 10,000-word ebook on Ama
dougtfs: This is a preview of my new book Hypno Muscle Book 1! Get the full 10,000-word ebook on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2XPwqQJLet your mind get heavy and your thoughts dissolve as the dudes at the gym put you under their hypnotic spell! A rigorous workout and the scent of male musk turns shy nerds into power-lifting muscle beasts, transforming their bodies and their minds. First a shy man named Thomas is hypnotized to become Tripp, a cocky bodybuilder. In his new life, Tripp gets tired of how messy his roommate Brad is, and so he hypnotizes Brad to become Brett, a dumbed-down jock who forgets his studies and becomes obsessed with the gym and having rough raunchy sex with other men. Brett’s coworker Carl notices the change, and figures out what’s going on just in time for Brett to feed him a protein-packed load that’ll transform him as well.This is a 10,000-word adults-only erotic story featuring muscle growth, body transformations, hypnosis, nerds becoming dumb jocks, domination and submission, and lots of hot sweaty man-on-man sex. “You ready to get jacked, bro?” Hunter barked. Thomas flinched. “Yeah,” he gasped, stepping through the doorway into Hunter’s office. It was dark in there, and it took Thomas’ eyes a moment to adjust. In that time, he felt a moment of self-consciousness, standing there in just a jockstrap and sneakers. That was his usual gym uniform — working out almost fully exposed. Right now Thomas was covered in sweat, that of his and other men, after a long workout. His thick muscles ached, sore and worn, and also pumped even thicker than usual from the strenuous weight-lifting. “Kneel,” Hunter barked, and Thomas instantly obeyed. He always obeyed his Trainer. As he knelt, Hunter caught a glimpse of other men in the small dark office. There must have been a dozen in the room, some lounging in chairs, others leaning up against the wall. A couple guys sat in each other’s laps. There was barely any clothing on any of them. One had a bandana tied around his cock and a thigh, another wore a rubbery sleeve on his dick. One or two of the men were naked, all except for sneakers. They all wore sneakers. “Look at you, bro,” Hunter said, circling Thomas on the floor. “You look fuckin’ good.” He slapped Thomas’s muscular arm. “You remember a year ago, I first brought you in? You were what, 150 pounds? Now you’re huge.” “Yes sir,” Thomas said, feeling proud. He hoped he’d get to flex. “Show off,” Hunter ordered. There was a glint of light around his neck as his padlock caught a reflection of the dim lamp in the room. Thomas squinted as the light reflected into his eyes, leaving him feeling a bit dizzy. Recovering, Thomas lifted his arms in a flexing pose, tensing and forcing his thick biceps to bulge. There was a murmur of approval around the room. “Nice. Strong,” Thomas heard one of the guys say. Hearing that made him feel even stronger. “You did good, bro,” Hunter said, standing behind him. “You ready to go down?” “Yeah bro,” Thomas said. Hunter cuffed him lightly on the chin — not hard enough to hurt, just enough to let him know he messed up. “Try again,” said Hunter. “Yes, Sir,” Thomas said. From behind him, Hunter reached forward and gripped the top of Thomas’s head, his pointer finger square in the middle of Thomas’s forehead. “Drift,” said Hunter, and instantly Thomas felt his thoughts melt away. He was woozy and dumb. Careless. Empty. “Five,” said Hunter, releasing his grip. “You feel completely calm. Not a care in the world. No worries. Life is so easy for you.” “Calm,” Thomas mumbled. His brain felt like mush, totally unable to form thoughts. Hunter gripped Thomas’s shoulders, massaging them from behind. His hands were so strong on Thomas’s bare skin. “Four,” said Hunter. “You forgot your name. Your old name is gone. Wiped away. Never existed. Your new name is Tripp. That’s who you are now. Tripp. What’s your name, bro?” “Tripp,” mumbled the man under Hunter’s grasp. For a moment he felt like he’d stopped existing, simply vanished, and then just as fast Tripp was back. Like he’d always been there. Tripp. That was his name. “Three,” said Hunter. His fingers slid up along the side’s of Tripp’s throat rub the stubble of Tripp’s strong jawline. “Your old life is gone, too. It’s a cloud. Doesn’t exist. Tripp’s life is your life. You’re strong. You’re a jock. You’re a man. That’s all you need to remember. Everything else you forget.” “Forget,” Tripp mumbled. He liked the feel of Hunter’s hands on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved in two days. Growing a beard. Manly. Strong. Working out. Getting big. Strong. Hunter slipped his fingers forward, placing his pointer fingers in Tripp’s mouth. Tripp’s lips parted around them, and his tongue quivered. He longed to suck his Trainer’s fingers but knew he had to get permission first. “Two,” said Hunter. He released Tripp’s hea, and lowering his hands, he pressed one of his moistened fingers between Tripp’s butt cheeks. Tripp whimpered in surprise, feeling Hunter’s finger moving closer and closer to his hole. “You’re dumb, Tripp. So dumb. A dumb fuckin’ jock. You can’t figure nothin’ out. Because you’re what?” “Dumb,” said Tripp, breathless with anticipation for Hunter to penetrate him. But instead, Hunter reached around with both hands, slipped them into the pouch of Tripp’s jockstrap, and gripped his cock. “One,” said Hunter. “You obey. You’re a good boy. You follow commands. And when you obey, you come.” “I … obey!” Tripp felt his orgasm surge, and before he could react he was shooting a hot wet load in the pouch of his jockstrap, the fluid dribbling over Hunter’s hands. Hunter withdrew, wiping his hands along Tripp’s body up to his hair. “Very good,” Hunter said. He walked to his desk, and picked up something on a chain. As Tripp panted, catching his breath, Hunter turned to face him, and placed a thin beaded silver chain around his neck, locking it in the front with the click of a small padlock. The padlock was so shiny. “You’re doing good, bro,” said Hunter. “Glad I brought you in.” “Uhh,” Tripp slurred. He wasn’t sure he understood. Hunter leaned back against his desk in front of Tripp, kicked off one of his sneakers, and stuck his bare foot out toward Tripp. He pressed his toes against Tripp’s wet jock pouch, then dragged it up his torso to his face. Tripp opened his mouth to suck his come off of Hunter’s toes. “Now,” Hunter said, “It’s time for you to start recruiting. You got any friends?” “Mm hmm,” Tripp hummed, his tongue swirling around Hunter’s sweaty come-soaked foot. “Are they as scrawny as you were when you started here?” “Mm hmmm.” “Not for long,” said Hunter, staring down at the submissive muscle jock kneeling before him.There’s lots more where that came from. Get the full 10,000-word ebook on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2XPwqQJ -- source link