He was a former Olympic gold champion medal winner and now professional wrestling biggest draw. At 28 and, all of 6'2''he was in his full glory. Dark hair and with piercing hazel brown eyes he was a sculpted muscular vision of perfect proportions with smooth honey toned skin, hard rocklike powerful build tapering to a 'V' waist , tight bubble butt that, in his wrestling briefs, showed that he was 'built ' in other areas as well. Armed with a glowing sexual charisma he strode though the country assured of his idol status and treated everyone as an inferior being. He boasted that no one had ever taken him on the mat.

"Me pinned never!!", he laughed at countless interviews

He was also proud of his off mat victories among the ladies. He was as he said 'an all woman love machine'-- all faggots need not apply! He boasted how he had once put 'one of them' in his place after the guy had made a pass at him in a hotel. I knew that guy. He had worked at that hotel as it's manager and had merely smiled and asked for an autograph. Mr. Macho had complained to the hotel management and gotten him fired. No other decent hotel would hire him without references . He found work at a various fleabag motels and finally drifted out of contact with his friends. I dreamt of payback for what that asshole had done to him!I got the chance when I was hired to come to his condo to give him a massage ( I was a trained masseuse and was associated professionally with his gym).He opened the door dressed only in a towel. He was, to be fair, hot in looks and build.

"They say your the best at my gym", he said indifferently.

"No complaints so far," I replied evenly.

He looked me over."You're not a fag are you. No fag touches me understand", he stated!

"Me some gay guy," I laughed. He stared ,sizing me up with one eyebrow raised looking over my gym build. I must have passed the inspection because he smiled.

"Never mind , you look all right. Hate pansy acting men. Most fags are limped wristed." , he said . "You act normal so lets get it done." He pulled off his towel revealing an uncut thick 10'' cock then turned, walked into the next room, and lay on a table he had set up under the overhead light. His muscular smooth bubble butt glowed with heat!

"Yeah man," I responded as I took in my prize. I walked over and began the rubdown!His body felt hard and tight under my hands. "Now just listen , part of my technique is relaxation by words!" I instructed him as my hands probed those taunt hard muscles.

"Hmmm," he answered, " makes alot of sense --ok I'll keep my mind set on your voice".

I began my massage slowly taking my time and keeping up a running monologue as I loosened up his muscles . "Breathe in and out deeply and always listen to only my voice," I insisted as Shawn breathed in deep filling his lungs with air and then releasing them."That's right breathe in and out; do it slow and steady . Feel your body give in", I ordered my muscle hunk.

"Oh yeah I'm relaxing already man," he moaned in pleasure as I worked on him. "Great hands man" Shawn said, slowly feeling himself giving up to the steady touch and my voice.

"That's it Shawn feel my hands taking control." I stated as I felt his breathing begin to slow in a rhythmic pattern. He let out a deep sigh as I continued my assault.

"Just relax and concentrate on my voice Shawn feel your tension go as my hands work on you." I'm a professional trainor . You can trust me man, you probably had a few since high school right.

"Yeah", Shawn answered softly as he gave into the pleasure of it .As an athlete ,he was used to dealing with trainors so listening to them was natural. He did not realize that while I worked his stud body with my hands my voice was also working over his mind as well!

"That's it relax," I continued as I loosen him up, "Hear only my voice . Let it relax you now just like my hands are relaxing your tired muscles." A true champion listens to his trainors. And you are the best of them right!

"Tired yesss" , he murmured, " true champion...always listennn.. soo ...tired". His own ego was my best ally. Feed it and it would help take him down !

"Hear only my voice," I said as I felt his body unwind, "so tired. Yes, very tired." I gently turned him over onto his back . He gave me no trouble at all. He was losing resistance . Shawn opened his eyes half way and looked up at me . I could tell he was almost under already! I massaged his strong pecs then his temples till he smiled staring at me with heavy lidded eyes all ready for my final mental takedown!

"Look deep in my eyes Shawn," I commanded gazing in them intensely.

"Deep yes...so tired, " he mumbled as his eyes blinked. I noticed that his pupils were dilating. Almost there, final mind pin coming up.

"Deep Shawn . You can't beat it", I instructed my now almost helpless wrestler.

"No... I ...winnn....." he mumbled as his eyes fluttered.

I had made an almost fatal error in my choice of words. He would never accept a defeat .He was resisting now . I could feel his body tensing up. I had to think fast! "Right... yes you are champ.." I replied . His face broke out into a grin and the tension in his body ebbed.

"Fuckinnn....champ," he sighed as I rubbed his temples.

"Yeah you can see how much I admire you if you look into my eyes deeper," I suggested playing to his ego again . His vision widdened and he gazed in deep. Had the bastard thanks to his own self centered vision of himself! "Deep.. see it..deep...look in deep," I intoned in a soothing voice.

"Soo deep..." he moaned now unable to break free.

"Can't stop, you're falling in" I said.

"Can't ...stop...deep in..", he groaned as his mind submitted to me.

"Don't fight it. So safe , warm, relaxing. You are almost in boy," I assured my macho jock.

"Yeahhhh...thafe...thoooooohh warm... fallin...," his eyes closing as a wide smile came to his face. He was going out and flying high.

"Sleep now Shawn." I said. His eyes closed and his breathing deepened as well. He was in a deep trance now!

"You will obey me Shawn in all things . Remember, you cannot resist your trainor!" I intoned to my sleeping muscle god

"Obey my trainor....sir..yes...I must," he replied in a monotone! I gazed at his limp form on the table. He was out cold! VICTORY!!

"Shawn, can you hear me, " I queried the sleeping hunk.

"Yes sir," came a light reply. He had said sir--that was good.

"Shawn your body likes to be touched." I commanded.

"Like to be touched", he repeated.

"You know that your trainor has to touch you to help you stay in shape to win right", I replied.

"Yes.. touched needed to win" , he answered . He was ready then !

"Good boy," I smiled. But, I had even more plans for 'the all woman love machine' who had never been pinned. I bent close to his ear and whispered how much every muscle needed to be touched while my right hand reached down to give his impressive cock a slow massage of its own. I felt his rod springing to attention filling out nice and thick. As I pumped my straight boy's manhood he started to moan. I noticed that his body was squirming under my touch. I released his cock and let my fingers slip under his hefty ballsack rolling those huge sexy nuts abit till his groans intensified then, I ran my hand between his cheeks feeling the inside of that hot interior till I found his cherry chute. When I inserted my finger past his 'fortress' ring I could feel the inferno in that virgin territory. Gently I 'fingered' inside my still unconscious hypno-zonked stud . Shawn let out a deep guttural gasp and his uncut dick came to its full stiff glory. Well, plenty of time for this later I reluctantly decided. He will always be available after the plans I had finalized for him took place. I thought about the upcoming events. Yes, this would be fun ! Strip him of his glory then....hehehe. I quickly placed a few phone calls to arrange some 'opponents' and , of course the necessary viewers in the stands. It was a snap, I could have filled a stadium with guys screaming to see old macho straight Shawn get his comeuppance. They all arrived and we set up ;all while Shawn lay there in all his naked glory on the table blissfully unaware of his fate. Quite a few of the 'trainors' took the opportunity to go over to him and play abit of touch and grope with the macho wrestler as he moaned and shuddered in contentment. Guess his 'no faggot touches my body' boast was history now. Oh well, let the matches begin!