This wasn’t my first time undercover,
but it was probably the most uncomfortable assignment I’d ever been
on.
I’ve always been a man’s man- 6’2’’,
185, football, track star, ROTC, the whole thing. Getting recruited
by the agency was the best thing that every happened to me. I’d done
drug busts, spy missions, saved kidnapped kids of billionaires… so
when I was told that I was going undercover as a client to gather
intel on a high-end prostitution ring, I was excited… until I found
out that it was a gay prostitution ring. Apparently some up-and-ups
in government were of the closeted persuasion, and this group was
blackmailing them for a pretty penny.
The place was nice, a kind of resort
hotel experience. After checking in under my alias, I was lead by a
tanned shirtless guy, to a private suite and told to undress for my
“massage.” He was one of many toned but slender “pretty boys” I
saw walking around. They were all young, 5’7’’-5’9’‘ish and wearing
spandex swimsuits. I stripped, put my clothes on a chair, laid down
on the bed, and waited.
“Maybe it won’t be too bad,” I
thought. “Just a massage, and then when they go for sex, I’ll have
enough evidence. And if in the end I have to fuck one of the little
guys, maybe I can just pretend it’s a woman. I mean, they were
femme-y enough anyway…”
I heard the door open.
“Mr. Bennet?” a voice said, a bit
gruffer than I expected.
“That’s me,” I said. Before I could
turn and see who it was I felt a sharp sting in my right butt cheek.
“What the hell?!” I yelled, pushing
myself up angrily.
But then something happened. My shock
kind of… stopped, and then… I laughed.
I felt, warm, and loopy, and… this
was funny!
“There you go,” the voice said.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I slumped down onto the bed as the man
moved into my field of vision. He was an imposing guy- maybe 40,
tall, hairy and muscular.
“Feeling a bit more relaxed, Agent
Brink?” he asked.
I could only smile.
“Feeeeelssss… gooood….” I
hummed. It felt like I had just had the greatest massage of my life.
I was beyond relaxed. And my mind felt… fuzzy.
“That’s Stage 1 for you,” he said.
“Sorry about the shot, but it seems like it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Stage…. wha?” I managed. My
whole body felt warm and tingly all over.
“We have a special three-stage
procedure here for spies, government operatives, and anyone else who
threatens to derail our facility here,” the man said. “Stage 1 of
the drug relaxes you, defuses all that needless anger, and starts to
take away those annoying little mission objectives and any intent against
us.”
Something was happening to my body.
This wasn’t just relaxation anymore. My muscles were contracting,
pulling in on themselves… it felt like I was… shrinking?
“Ah, and there’s Stage 2, right on
schedule,” the man continued. “They tend to send the most
brutish, muscle-bound guys, which almost always tips us off. We find
that reshaping not only the mind helps to create a more amiable
situation.”
I barely managed to pull my head up to
look at the man. He looked… bigger. If I had thought that he was
imposing before, he now looked like he would have been completely in
control of the situation, even if I wasn’t drugged. Was I… smaller?
My arms felt weaker, my muscles simply… melted away.
“Did you notice how all my boys here
were around 5’8’’?” the man asked, walking around me. “That’s not
by accident. Nor the fact that they’re all hairless.”
I looked down at my chest. My chest
hair was gone! I held up my arm and I was shocked at what I saw. This
wasn’t my arm- this was some kind of twig! The warm sensation had
stopped. I could move, I realized.
“You can probably stand now,” the
man said.
I shifted my legs to the side of the
bed and went to stand up. I almost fell over. Was the floor really
that far away? I looked at the man towering over me. I was genuinely
scared as he walked to me and spun me around to face a mirror. I
gasped.
Gone was the muscular agent. Instead, I
looked like just another one of those short, hairless pretty boys all
over the resort! My features had all softened, my stubble was gone. I
had a little tone, but all of my hard-earned muscles were completely
gone. I looked younger too- maybe 19 or 20? Even my dick was smaller!
“What the hell did-?!” I started to
yell and then stopped. My voice had changed too- softer and higher.
The scruffy giant behind me grinned. I
stared again at the mirror, horrified. I touched my face. So did the
young smooth boy in the mirror.
Twink,
something in my head said. Wait, what?
“What’s Stage
number thr- ? AAGH!”
Pain exploded in my
head. My hands flew to my temples and I dropped to the ground.
Something… my
brain…. ugh, it was so bright. My eyes screwed shut.
I felt strong arms
scoop me up from the floor and easily carry my across the room.
“Stage three, boy,” the man growled into my ear. “Is how you come to be
a happy employee here.”
The pain started to ease. Who was that
man? Why did I trust him so much? Where was I?
The man lay me down on the bed, gently.
“How do you feel, boy?”
I slowly opened my eyes. There, looking
down at me was a god. A beefy giant of a man, staring me in the eyes.
I felt my tiny boy-cock start to get hard.
“I feel… great!” I said. “But…
what…? What happened? Where am I?”
“You’re home,” the man said, and I
felt a rush of warmth. I felt… safe.
“Who are you?” I asked. I realized
that I didn’t even know my name. “And… who… who am I?”
The man looked me over, considering.
“You’re… Dylan. And you like to
make me happy.”
It was true.
“And now, Dylan,”
the man grinned. “Do you want me to make you happy? Your little
cock seems to say yes.”
I
realized that I was fully erect, gazing up at this beautiful man. I
wanted… I needed him
in me.
“Yes,
please!” I whispered, urgently.
The
man grabbed me, and flipped me over with the smallest effort. I felt
his giant penis grow hard as he pressed his massive bulk of a body
into my back.
“Oh
god….” I moaned.
“Welcome
to the rest of your life, boy,” the man said, then kissed my neck,
then ear, and then slowly started pounding away at my ass.
Pleasure
radiated throughout my young, lithe body.
“Good
boy. Such a good boy,” the man said over my moans.
This transformation is helped by using Steven Daigle as the Stage One picture.
A temporary version of Stages One and Two would be fun. And the Daigle gif combined with this story is still a powerful boner maker.
I like my cock. On a day off like today, I like staying almost hard, enjoying the bulging sausage of sensation I can provide myself. I like putting off release, because while it will be good, it will be an end to this delicious inbetween hardness.
We all laughed when Joe volunteered for the hypnotist, especially when he programmed Joe to have a hypnotic dick. We all thought it was fake, until later that night we found him staring transfixed at his hard cock. “Joe, what are you doing?” I laughed, but as I got closer I couldn’t help but stare too. “What’s going on?” I slurred, my mind getting foggy. I started to undress and couldn’t stop. I had to keep looking at the cock. Couldn’t look away. Had to stare. Had to get naked. Our friends were shouting but I couldn’t understand because that hypno dick was all I could think about. All I could see. All I cared about. Just stare and forget and get really really stupid.
He’d been my personal trainer.
Right from the start, I’d wanted him.
He was kind and motivating yet incredibly handsome too. He had encouraged me to try hypnosis as a way to motivate myself at the Gym.
It had worked tremendously well. I was buffer than I had been in a long time. All thanks to his incredible encouragement and hypnosis.
He had hinted to me, on numerous occasions, that he was straight. I was not. Our sexuality was never an issue and, although I found him attractive, I always respected our professional dynamic.
It was late, that night in the Gym. We were both working out separately. He told me how exhausted he was. How he was one pull up away from falling asleep. I laughed and offered him a massage to take away the stress. Chuckling, he agreed to it.
As I massaged his neck and shoulders, I chatted to him. Nothing taxing in terms of social interaction, merely friendly chat between friends. It wasn’t long before I noticed his body was beginning to slump and a pool of drool had now formed on his lap.
I tried to wake him but to no avail.
Panic set in. Was my massage so good that I’d killed him? No. That’s ridiculous, I told myself as I saw his shallow breathing.
I tried once more to wake him but had no response.
So I lay him down on one of the mats to rest. As I did, I noticed he had a huge erection.
Should I…? No. That would be wrong. Invasive.
I’d just leave him for a while to sleep.
Yet, a curious side of me manifested itself.
I leant my mouth to his ear and started using some of the same hypnotic language that I recalled he had used on me. His cock twitched as I did. Precum spooled forth as he moaned to my words
This was….unexpected. I asked him if he found me attractive, unaware that he would respond with “yes”. I steadied myself. I’d had no idea. I asked him further questions, all the while being surprised at his responses. He liked me for a while but was unsure how to say so. He’d told me he was straight in order to maintain professional boundaries but now that he was no longer my trainer, he was confused what to do.
I tousled his hair. He was adorable. His honesty, professionalism and everything about him was so attractive. I asked if he would mind my kissing him. He confirmed this was okay. I leant and kissed him. Deep, long. So electric.
My body tingled as I melted into him. Spooning him as I lay next to his sexy and vulnerable body.
Feeling so relaxed. He kissed me back harder. His cock twitching once more as our bodies touched. He began to stir, his eyes opening as he began stroking my hair.
I was confused. Wasn’t he just in trance?
How was he waking up?
He kissed me again, smiling as he did. Stroking my cock. I was lost to him. Wrapped in pure pleasure that he felt the same was as I did.
“Sssh. Just relax. You’ve done well. You thought you had me in trance. You went along with it well. You just didn’t notice that as you were asking me questions, I was replying with your trigger integrated into my responses. You became so relaxed. So obedient. Yes, I’ve known you wanted me. Yes, everything I said to you is true. I love you. I have for some time. I just needed to test whether you truly felt the same about me. Thank you.”, he told me.
I grinned a stupid grin. My mind all but gone at his touch and words. Yet, one thing was true. I did love him. I was ecstatic that he felt the same as I willingly surrendered my body and, finally, my mind to him.
He kissed my forehead as he lay me down and whispered commands.
My eyes opened again but we’re vacant.
I stood as commanded, as he lovingly caressed my cock and began sucking me off..
He told me that I was his.
Whether in or out of trance, I knew this to be true. I loved him, and surrendered completely to him as my cock erupted in his eager mouth…
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