Well, that had gone well I thought as I walked away from Shawn who was standing in the circle like zombie. I had programed him with a new set of instructions for this match and his mind had soaked it in like a spong . Now, he was waiting for my signal to wake up and face his next match. The first match had taken away his prized possesion and the first pillar of his ego and, in his mind, his macho image of manhood. Time to knock down the second pillar ! I gave him the signal to wake up and watched my plan unfold further..but hehehe..lets hear him tell it now!

MATCH 2

Shawn shook his head trying to clear the cob webs .He was having difficulty remembering everything but he knew two things. First, that he was defending his professional wrestling title and second, for some strange reason , his butt hurt ! His new opponent entered the ring. Shawn was amazed-- the guy was a fat blob, not a muscle on him. He caught sight of his 'trainer' who nodded and ,once more ,Shawn felt his insides flutter as a voice that he could not quite make out mumbled inside his brain!

"What the hell is this," he said to no one in particular!

"Come on musclehead," the man taunted, "think your so tough, all hard and built. Bet I can make you howl pussy!"

"You fat asshole," yelled Shawn, "I'll kick your butt all over the place!" Shawn advanced quickly but the man snapped his fingers "Down puppy!" , He stated firmly and suddenly , Shawn dropped to all fours.

"ARF. ARF" barked a doglike Shawn who was unable to rise or say anything more.

"Good doggie," the fat man snorted in contempt, "now lets see some tricks. Beg boy"!

"Whoof , whoof," responded a shocked Shawn as he rose on his knees and lifted his arms keeping them close to his sides like a dog. His tongue hung out and he could feel his saliva dripping onto his chest. The audience stamped their feet in mirth at the sight of the stud begging like a dog for them!

"Good pooch", said the fat man as he walked over to the hypno zapped stud who was whimpering in fear. He had never felt more humiliated in his life. An all macho gold medal stud on his knees begging for some fat guy grunting like a friecking dog in front of everyone.

The man patted Shawn on the head and the dazed jock found himself sticking his tongue out more and licking the man's fat hand while he waved his bubble butt back and forth! This was a nightmare he thought. The man started to strip him of his uniform. Shawn heard the crowds roaring as he was rendered bareass in front of them and he felt the embarrassment rising in him even as he barked and licked the hand of his fat 'master'!

" Bet you need to check your dog meat out right?Go on sniff yourself boy,"commanded the fat man.

Shawn's mind went into a degradation overdrive as he bent his head and, resuming his position on all fours, began to sniff his crotch. Suddenly, Shawn extended his tongue and started to lick his own cock like he was trying to get it clean.! His face turned red in the shame of it all as the men howled in laughter but he couldn't stop. It was like inside a voice was urging him on to keep shamming himself more.

"So boy you like to lick huh," the fat man chuckled as he watched his 'pooch' licking his own cock and balls.

"Well let's give you something other than yourself to lick ok. Roll over."

In a flash,pooch Shawn was on his back. The fat man straddled his dog's head and slowly squatted on the face of the straight stud.

"Lick away macho man," the hairy fat man commanded as he reached over to stroke Shawn's cock which had already gotten semi-firm from Shawn's tongue bath. The effect of the man's hand on the straight jock's pecker was electric. In a flash, Shawn extended his tongue and began to rim his 'master''s asshole . A part of him went into shock as he saw ,as if in a dream , his tongue bathing that hairy chute in front of him . The crowd applauded as the jock slurped away , all the while they noticed the straight star's cock grew in length and width under the strokes of the fat man. The fat man increased his pump on the stud's cock causing Shawn to go wild and lick deeper inside the guy's hole.The room soon filled with the growls of the hypno zapped pup. He couldn't stop rimming the man while his own manmeat,to his amazement ,was getting turned on by a guy! Shawn's mind was spinning. This could not be happening. He could not be turned on by this!

Then Shawn felt it. That sexual roar inside him that signaled his fast approaching sexual climax . He couldn't cum he prayed, not while he was sucking a hairy fat man's asshole. He'd look like a faggot to all the men watching! He was all man not some pussy but, his body said otherwise for he was too far gone to resist this final assault on his dignity. Suddenly, a howl broke out of his lungs as his boner blasted forth to the delight of the guests.

"OOOOOOWWWWWWHHHHOOOOOO," bellowed Shawn as he shot his wad like never before!

"Said I'd make the macho jock howl," laughed the fat man as the crowd chanted in joy! Mission accomplished, the man lifted his newly cleaned ass off his dog's face. As a totally spent Shawn lay there , tongue hanging out at his side, panting away. The fat opponent flipped Shawn over and sat on his lower back. He bounced up and down driving the air out of Shawn as the champion's stomach was squashed into the hard floor. A referee appeared out of nowhere .

"You submit," he asked with a smirk.

"Nooooo...ooooofff,", blurted Shawn as more air was pumped out of his gut with each bounce of the guy. He couldn't breathe!

"Sure," the ref smiled as the fat man began to rapidly bounce up and down on Shawn now.

"Oooooofff..oooofff...oooofff..," Shawn grunted as his hard six pack proved no defense to the assault. The room filled with his sounds as Shawn was deflated. At last he nodded .

"The new professional champion", the ref yelled to a delighted crowd. Shawn gazed in confusion. He was so stunned by the his performance in the match that, he barely lifted his head and noticed as his trainer , approached him to quietly whisper something in his ear. Shawn drifted off to sleep with his face wearing a goofy smile of contentment. The men went over to their sleeping stud ;cleaned the unconscious star off and set up for the final match!