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There’s nothing better than a real man working out hard. Muscles are bulging, testosterone fills the body, and sweat is flowing from everywhere. The air is filled with his alpha musk and by the time the others would realise what is happening it is too late. First they will feel only a soft, dizzy lightheadedness. Then they start to get horny, and start to look for the source of the scent. And once they find it, they will drop to their knees and they will serve and worship the man who produced the smell. This is the only way. I know that right now you start to feel dizzy. Go on. Give in. Worship him.
It was 90 degrees out, and Kris couldn’t move. He wanted to, so badly, but the man who brought him out to his balcony told him he couldn’t. He couldn’t help but obey the Master. The Master told his newest boy to impart a piece of himself in each bead of sweat that formed on his body–his memories, his free will, and his heterosexuality. Kris tried to resist, but the Master’s eyes were enough to keep him in place.
As he came to realize release was impossible, he begged for water instead. The Master brushed his hand under Kris’ fertile, sweaty pits and let his new boy lick the sweat off.
“My boy, this is all you’ll be tasting when we’re done. That and a few other liquids…”
The Master’s latest target at the gym was always gratuitously shirtless and sweaty like a Greek god. He pondered the various ways he could turn him and began to formulate a persuasion method that made him hard just at the thought of it.
Over the week, he had learned his name was Jackson and he was on his way to become a personal trainer. A pretty ambitious fellow, the Master thought. Jackson couldn’t help but feel the allure of the mysterious Master, who always had a handy lemonade-colored sports drink handy, seemingly giving him the edge to workout beyond belief.
Near the end of the week, Jackson approached his future master and asked, “Hey bud, I’ve noticed all week that you seem to get an extra umph from that drink of yours–where can I get it??”
The Master chuckled. “Sorry bro, it’s not something you can find locally. I make it myself–it has the right balance of proteins to get me going.”
He could see Jackson get visibly deflated, as he had hoped. As planned, the Master continued, “I’m not usually one to share, but with all your hopes of being a personal trainer, a little sip wouldn’t hurt, right?” He offered his bottle to Jackson.
Jackson, elated, took a sip of the mysterious beverage. Within seconds, he dropped the bottle, eyes glazing, and looked down. His sweat began to run even more profusely.
The Master laughed. “Such a good boy, Jackson. Did you enjoy drinking the pit sweat from my various boys? Your future brothers? It may also have been laced with some of your Master’s cum, more of which you’ll get acquainted with soon.”
Jackson nodded dimly, though his eyes were regaining themselves. The Master acted quickly and slipped earbuds on Jackson’s ears, playing the hypnoloop over and over again.
Jackson looked up. “I obey my new Master, forever and always. I thirst for more sweat…and cum!” he begged. The Master withheld the bottle, smiling even more.
“My good boy, let’s let the audio loop make some permanent adjustments before you get all the perks. Now go out to the track field and get some workouts in with the kettle bell. You aren’t sweating enough.”
“Yes Master…I obey…” Jackson mumbled, arms shaking again. He was fighting as hard as he could.
The Master crushed whatever remained of his resistance the second he grabbed Jackson by the face and kissed him on the lips, driving his tongue into his throat. The taste of the Master took the mightiest of men, and Jackson was fortunate to receive. His eyes glazed permanently, and he headed straight for the track field.
The Master watched with glee as his new slave was being rewritten on the field. He would have him tonight, and he would be a permanent fixture in his mansion. He implanted the right commands in the loop to have Jackson erase all his connections to his life before that day. Eventually, “Jackson” would cease to exist. What remained was the Master’s boy.
Weeks later, the Master received a text from the man who was once Jackson. It read: My Master, I have found a suitable slave to join our ranks. Please let me take him for you.
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