It had been a frustrating fall season here in terms of getting Brent hypnotized. After his encounter with my big brother Sean in the stadium after the 'infamous game' (i.e. 'what's up doc') good old Brent had given his 'former best friend' Sean the cold shoulder. There had been no thaw. In fact their prior friendly competition had taken a decidedly aggressive turn. Getting the 6 ft. stud to the house to see a 'tape' was not going to be easy.
Now you may ask yourself why bother so let me replay some facts for you. Take one muscular jock that letters in soccer, swimming, & track. Combine with sensual looks, wavy curling black hair, and sea-blue eyes. Mix with a severe dash of blue-collar homophobia (Brent's brother, whom Brent idolized, was a big-shot local fireman who boasted how he would make any 'faggot ' who applied for a job at the firehouse regret it). Sprinkle with his recent whispering campaign concerning Sean's 'tendencies' among the other school athletes. You get the desire for revenge. Remember, I love new and improved big brother now and Brent's actions led to Sean getting less protection from his teammates when he played football that season. Translation my lover was getting the crap knocked out of him and NO ONE DOES THAT TO MY BROTHER! Ghees 8>) never thought you'd see that line huh!
Now nailing that bastard was a point of honor yet I'd almost given up hope until a remark from Sean after the close of the football/soccer season. Both Sean and Brent went into another of their respective sports after that. For Sean it was wrestling; for Brent swimming. Key was that unlike football and soccer, which never shared lockers or practice rooms in the gym, these two sports did. Sean mentioned how Brent always mentally prepared alone in the gym by watching swim tapes of the competition and that with a big meet coming up soon he was doing it every night now. Lights went off in my brain.
"Sean can you get the tape Brent will be watching tomorrow?" I asked while we were working out in our weight room (no, not that kind--we work out those muscles later in the bedroom guys).
"Easy bro. Piece of cake," he huffed as he bench-pressed another higher weight. Big brother was getting his body in shape for wrestling, not that he needed any improvement. Sean lay there on the bench topless, biceps bulging, streaked with a glistening sheen of sweat, and chest muscles straining.... damn his body was fine. Watching him lying there on that bench where I had first deflowered him with those luscious brown nipples of his just crying out to be sucked caused a 'muscle' of my own to strain.... but time for that later.
So that morning bright and early we slipped into the gym. Sean found the tape and that day I stayed at home doing a bit of implanting. I had just returned it to the file cabinet when I heard the swim team coming in. Luckily the janitor's closet was open and I was able to slip in.
"Think we got a shot to beat those pansy assed guys in this weekends competition," boasted a voice I recognized as Brent's. I adjusted the door slits slightly to get a view of the locker room and stepped back to the rear wall to be sure I wasn't seen. The swim team started changing and the scene was one of young hard bodies with ripe asses and hefty baskets on full view.
"Well dude, you're the star here," said a hot looking blonde as he stretched his arms above his head. About 5 ft. 10 inches, well built, nice pac, a cock that was tapered and long and, a tasty set of low hangers; yes, another time man I mused.
"Bet your ass Eric," growled Brent in that husky sexy voice that had quite a number of girls wet with lust whenever he spoke with them. Brent peeled off his suit giving me a great view of his 'assets'. He had a light covering of black hair across his chest that lead downward sensually past his navel to his meat market. An uncut 8 inch pole that was thick and set off by a set of nuts that swung bull-like between two sculpted thighs. When he turned, his bubble butt looked like pure white dimpled marble under the overhead lights. He was powerfully built, cut and defined. Oh yeah, I nodded to myself. He will be a prize!
"Yeah a good win in this upcoming swim meet will confirm me as the school's top athlete." Brent laughed.
"Aren't you forgetting Sean man?" Asked a striking honey-toned Latino stud. "That guy's a great athlete and he triple letters too."
"That fuck is a pansy assed faggot," yelled Brent hotly. "You saw what happened at that one game of his."
"Man, it was one game," insisted the Latino swimmer. "Besides the dude is a natural on any team he plays. He also is a cool guy..."
"Cool guy huh?" Brent interrupted. "Hey guys," Brent said mockingly, "maybe old Rico is in luvvvvv".
"Fuck you; you bastard," the young Latino muttered. "And the name is Enrico okay. Sean....."
"Sean is a cock-sucker just like his brother. I bet he takes it up the ass too." Brent insisted, as the room got quiet. "Bet he moans like a girl when it happens too. Fuck, my big brother says all faggots moan to get fucked. I'm top dog in this school got it," he bellowed!
The other swimmers just stared. Brent was the team captain and team star. It was obvious that he ruled the roost. "A lot you know you scumbag," whispered Enrico under his breath so softly that no one but me, and only because he was right by the janitor's door, could hear him.
The team changed and left all except for the humpy blonde Eric and Brent who finished climbing into his team sweats. His manhood's outline pressed up against the tight cotton. Soon ; very soon.
"I think you were too hard on Enrico," said Eric who gazed at Brent with undisguised hero worship. No accounting for taste I guess.
"Fuck that spic," Brent snarled," Only worse thing than having one of 'them' on the team would be having a faggot on it." Brent went over to the cabinet and pulled the tape out. He turned back to Eric," now get out of here. I got some intense mental prep to do." Eric scrambled out and my brother's former 'best friend' went into a side room. I heard the whirl of the VCR. After a few minutes a long sigh came from the room. I left the closet and crept up to the room's doorway. I glanced in. There he was, dulled eyes locked on the screen, wearing a goofy smile of contentment. Mr. macho straight star athlete was zapped!
I walked over to my newest conquest careful to avoid getting between Brent and the tape he was watching. I had placed an improved , intensive mind program in it and the effect was evident. Good old Brent showed all the signs of being deeply under. His breathing was slow & rthymic while his pupils were fixed and dilated. I slipped off his sweats to expose his 'family jewels' to easy access. I let the tape play out , rewound it, and then set it on replay. I wanted to be sure that my swim stud was getting a healthy dose of the mind inducing flexibility it contained. He gazed blankly ahead at the screen with a blissfully goofy look on his sensual features. I reached down to fondle his package.
"Oooohhh ...yyeeahh," he moaned as I took his impressive testicles in hand .
"Can you hear me Brent?" I whispered leaning close to him .I could smell the mix of chlorine from the pool and the light cologne he wore. Sexy smell all right but I had business to take care of. I continued my interrogation even as I played with his hefty balls. Sean had told me Brent once admitted, in private to him before their friendship ended, that he really got off on ball-play cause his nuts were super sensitive. According the Sean the exact quote was, "Dude when some bitch is doing them I blow my fuses so bad I can't even think straight!" Well, time to see if the jock-boy was telling the truth. I could feel the heavy man-juices of my testosterone driven , self proclaimed 'babe-fucker' swirling in them .A thousand little straight warriors all seeking to get out to make baby Brent's. Well, guys not if I can help it. Get ready to be decommissioned!
"You like this?" I asked as I rolled his nuts gently in the palm of my hand. His lightly furry sack tickled seductively. Brent broke out into a grin and his cock answered for him by inflating to a respectable length.
"Fucckk ...yeahhh," he gasped as he spread his lean muscular legs apart.
"You get off on this right?" I replied enjoying his movements.
"Hell...oohh mmannnn..big..ahhh...timeeee," he hissed as his body squirmed under my sexual manipulation. I got the same charge of power I initially experienced with Sean before it was replaced by our mutual love .(Okay back to the stud in hand right ). That knowledge that a macho, straight, jock stud was quivering like a dog in heat at your manly touch. Then it hit me. That casual remark Brent made before. Well, now hmmm.....but that was for later.
"You also get off on swimming don't you?" I inquired. Brent's ego no doubt fed that emotion but, I intended to replace it with a better one now.
"Fuck yeah I ohhh man," he gasped as I tickled that soft spot behind his sack where it met his butt crack. "Ohhh...sssoo ... offff... aaaa...aahhh!" Brent pushed his waist up higher to allow easier access. His pole was so hard it could have pounded nails. Its head was full, red and, ready to pop. I avoided touching it. He would blow but only at the critical time. I worked his juice sack further .
"This is the feeling you always get from swimming too," I said firmly.
"Feeling..swimming...same...ohhh helllll," he nodded quickly.
"You get turned on big time by swimming," I stated as I gently began to run my other free palm under his dick. The veins there throbbed with urgency. Brent's blaster was at full staff and soon my palm felt slick with his precum.
"Turned ooo...yyeesss..I..I...I ... dooooowww," Brent agreed urgently. His need to explode was growing and with it a new connection between swimming and sexual release was being made thanks to the tape he was seeing and the stimulations his mind was getting.
"When you see the pool at the swim meet you will remember how aroused you are right now." I commanded as I quickened my ball and cock work on my zonked jock.
"See pool...totally aroused..yesss...oohh yessssss," he moaned as his body moved his waist up and down causing his engorged pole to rub faster across my open palm .
."Your body will react just like now. Got it?" I growled fiercely.
"My body...my body...yessss...oh god fucking yesssss," he howled as his cock's head cried out to erupt.
"See the pool water at the meet," I urged to my prey while I softly enclosed my hand around his meat. "Feel the warm water's pressure on you body. On your cock, your balls," I cooed as I enfolded Brent's nuts with my other hand and began to lightly squeeze.
"The water.. shit.. hot...turned on...the fucking water...on my balls oh ....damnnnn," Brent babbled.
"Even when you are in the water ...you feel it stroking your body, your balls, your cock. It hits your ass too and you love it there even more." I increased my pump on his dick and squeezed his balls tighter. "When its warmth fills your crack you got to pop!"
"Stroking ..stroking my bod ....oh so hot...my cock....my nuts.....my ass..... fuck .....got....to ...to pop.....oh fuck..... yeahhhhh," Brent growled lost in a sexual need to cum.
"Say it again," I asked as I hit stride to bring my jock-boy to climax!
"MY ASS .. FEELING ...WARM.. IN MY ASS ...OH ....MY BALSSS....SHIT....I'M....OHHH FUCCC." Brent screamed in sexual frenzy. I pulled on his nuts one last time and stroked my varsity swimmer over the line. My hunky pup blew his cork. His hot jis flew into the air as I continued pumping his well. He collapsed in the chair. His mouth open as he gasped for air. Brent's 'mental prep' had taken place. It was not the one he had planned but it would do. I left him there after placing a keyword in his brain. When I said it my swimming star would return to a pliable hypnotic state suitable for further programming.
It was the weekend of the big meet. Sean and I took our seats in the stands and prepared for the show. The teams began their races while we both waited anxiously for Brent's big event. Finally it was time. Brent, along with Enrico took their slots at the pool's edge along with opponents from the opposing sides. This race would decide which school won the meet.
"Brent is the favorite but Enrico is better," Sean whispered to me," he just needs to get a victory under his belt and get Brent's razzing off his back. Great definition too huh?"
I turned to Sean smiling, "should I be jealous big bro," I teased.
"No way," laughed Sean, "you own this butt". My macho bottom-boy then slapped one of his muscular cheeks. He turned back to the meet while I gave my stud-boy as quick once over. Prime, yes sir. "Jesus, look over there." He cried softly and nodded toward the swimmers. There was the school's team favorite standing on the pool's edge with his eyes locked on the water and...yes, sporting one fucking huge hard-on in his Speedos. I mean the dude's front was tent-poled!
The other swimmers had their focus on Brent who just stood there gazing at the pool .The crowd hooted in derision at the sight. They got even more boisterous when Brent's right hand disappeared down the front of his waistband and started masturbating himself under his suit!
"Fucking soooo turned on," my zapped swimmer moaned out loud in a tone that echoed throughout the gym. Oh this the bomb. The crowd roared with the loudest yell from Brent's horrified brother who, along with his firemen buddies, had come to see big Craig's little jock brother perform. Well, he was I guess at that.
"What the fuck are you doing man?" Screamed an enraged and embarrassed Craig. I took in the fire-stud big brother. About 36, 6', 220lbs of beefy muscle with a black buzz cut , some dark hair curling up from his open collar and, from the look of it when he rose up in his seat in those tight fire pants, a tasty meaty butt and front basket as well. This was the 'faggot' abuser. Another check off in my brain. I returned my gaze to the pool.
"Fucking warm on me," Brent blissfully gurgled as he continued his cock stroking moves, "Up my ass ...fucking hot." With that comment big brother's face went scarlet. He shut up & slowly sat down in his seat. His colleagues on the force tried not to look at him or Brent. It soon got worse for big brother Craig.
"Yeah, so fucking hot up my ass," gasped Brent in a roar as he threw his head back, "here it comes!" The gym echoed with Brent's cry of "FUUUCCCKKK... HOTTT.... UPPP....MYYYY ......ASSSS......YYEEAAHHHH". The crowd sat stunned in silence. Craig's firemen buddies quietly got up and left leaving the macho fireman in the center of an empty circle of seats. When he realized that quite a few eyes from the crowd had now trained their eyes on him he beat a fast path out of the stands.
It was fantastic. There was dead silence in the gym and time froze. A concerned Enrico left his place at the pool edge, moved to Brent and, shook him. Brent snapped out of it. He shot a puzzled glance at the young Latino teamate and was probably going to shove him away until he realized his right hand was otherwise occupied. Brent's panicked gaze circled around the gym till it hit Craig's scowling face by the exit door. Brent removed his hand from his rapidly deflating manhood. He was humiliated in front of his big brother. Craig shook his head & turned to leave.
Everyone quickly retook their positions but this time Brent was focused not on the pool but, intently on Craig's disappearing form . In fact he so concentrated on his older brother's disapproving visage that he missed the start off signal and left the blocks a few seconds late. Unfortunately Enrico , who had glanced over at Brent to make sure his teammate was still ok, also came late off the blocks. The crowd roared as the swimmers raced the distance. In the end thanks to an amazing display of strength and desire our side had won. Thanks that is to Enrico who came up fast to make up time lost and burn up the competition . Later we watched as his time was posted. Enrico had not only shattered Brent's school time but also the entire nations. As he whopped it up with his teammates a glowering Brent stood in the loser's circle. The team had a new star!
The next day the school was a blaze with two topics of discussion. Enrico's amazing victory and whether or not Brent had really cum in his Speedos in the gym. Many were also secretly snickering about how Brent had done 'whatever' while moaning about something warm going up his ass!
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