Brandon was lying on the bed, naked and sweaty. I stood beside him, exhausted and stunned. I kept looking at his cock, still hard and covered in cum. His gaze was lost in the void, but his wide smile left no doubt. He had loved it. Who knows if he would have remembered any of it.
It had all started a week earlier. Brandon and I had been roommates for a year now, sharing the rent of a small apartment downtown to save money. He worked a little out of town, I did smart-working from my room, so we only shared evenings together if we were both home. Aside from sharing some hobbies from our teenage years, we couldn't have been more different. I was the classic nerd always on the ball with PCs, video games, anime and TV series, he was the classic athletic, gym-loving guy. He had gym equipment in his room and he worked out every day to maintain his toned body, muscular in all the right places, his proud six-pack, his defined chest and his veiny arms. When he was home, I often heard him exercising in his room, emitting grunts and spreading a strong smell of sweat throughout the apartment, forcing me to open the windows to let in clean air.
However, what separated us most of all were our sexual tastes: although he had no problem with my homosexuality, he was an unyielding pussy lover. No matter how many times he took a chick home, it was never enough for him; he had a cocky attitude that drove women crazy on the first date, but he was not made for a stable relationship, so all his affairs left quickly with no return ever again. Anyway, there was no doubt that he was an inveterate straight guy, always talking about pussy like a horny pervert, as if he couldn't help himself.
Precisely because I couldn't fit into certain conversations, I tried to find other interests in common. We therefore occasionally got together after dinner to watch something on TV. It was during these moments that I began to feel something toward him; let's face it, nothing sentimental -- honestly, he was too stupid for a real relationship -- but his physique was so hot and his mind so simple that I could not resist his masculine charm. With the arrival of summer he then began to wear shorts and tank tops around the house more and more, consequently feeding my kinky fantasies.
One day, as I had just finished masturbating thinking about him fucking me on his bed, I decided to take action and attempt an experiment I had heard about on the deep web. After all, we were both single and he wasn't exactly the smartest person in the world, so I had nothing to lose.
That evening, when we settled on the couch ready to watch a new episode of an anime, I instead played the video I had downloaded the previous morning. I closed my eyes and waited a couple of minutes. Brandon barely uttered a few syllables, as if to ask what the reason for my behavior was, and then sank into a silence broken only by his heavy breaths. Remaining with my eyes closed, I put the pair of headphones I had previously connected to the television set into his ears. By the time I opened my eyes again, the blue spiral on the screen had faded, while Brandon stood there beside me, his half-closed eyes directed at the screen, his body sunk into the couch, his arms dangling, his tongue out and a dumb grin letting a few drops of saliva go on his shorts. I couldn't believe it, it had worked. I took off the headphones and talked to him.
"Brandon, can you hear my voice?"
"Very well Brandon. From tomorrow, every time you walk through the door of this house, you will start to feel attraction towards me and you will not be able to think of anything else, it will be your only thought. You will need to be close to me, to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me. You will have an empty mind ready to obey me. And once you leave, you will believe that absolutely nothing has happened, you will not remember anything, and you will live your life normally as always. Okay?"
He nodded his head again.
"Good, now you can wake up."
As he returned to his normal state, as if nothing had happened, I pushed play and started the anime. He looked around bewildered for a moment, but asked no questions, returning his focus to the TV a few seconds later. In the meantime, I looked at his chest, his bare, muscular arms, his crotch, looking forward to the next day.
It was a disappointment to see him walk into the house the next evening as if nothing had happened. I was ready on the sofa, intent on witnessing the results of my experiment. He said hello as usual and went into his room. What a fool I had been.
However, the surprise came after dinner. We got on the couch again and started watching TV until I felt him standing next to me. He had put his arm around my shoulders, lying his legs in the opposite direction. He smiled as he looked into my eyes, then returned to the anime on the screen. I could feel his arm behind the back of my head, could smell his armpits intoxicating my nose. I got hard.
Perhaps something had happened then, perhaps it was just a matter of patience. Maybe just repeating the process would be enough to settle even more into his mind. By now it was too late to restart the spiral, so I put it off until the next day.
The next evening, just like two days ago, his eyes were again lost in the spiral that faded on the screen, the saliva flowing from his lips.
"Brandon, you must desire me, do you understand?"
He nodded, letting go a weak "yes."
"Very well, every time you walk through that door I will have to be your only thought. Just pretend I'm one of those hot girls you like so much. Use me as you would use one of them. Obey me as if I were one of them who will then reward you with pleasure. Then forget everything when you are out of this house, understood?"
Yes, he repeated. I decided this time, however, to go further, should it ever be necessary to establish some sort of imprinting.
"Raise your arm, Brandon."
He obeyed, revealing his hairy armpit. I reached up to breathe in his masculine scent, letting it penetrate deep into my nostrils. Undeterred, I stuck out my tongue and licked it voraciously, touching myself in the process. It was such an intense experience, so absurd, that it didn't take me long to cum. Squirts even landed on his shorts, in his utter indifference. I cleaned everything up, told him to return present. He, as if nothing had happened, woke up and asked no questions. As soon as the anime began, without delay he put his arm around me and dragged me toward himself. I spent the evening with my cheek on his chest, lost in his scent and in the excitement of what I would be able to do with him.
The next evening it really happened. He walked into the house normally, but after a few steps he dropped his backpack and jacket on the floor and stared at me blankly while I was on the couch, his mouth drolling.
I told him to come closer and he continued with slow steps. I told him to go and get settled in his room, dressing as he used to do at home. He obeyed. I told him to prepare dinner for both of us, and he complied. As little as it concerned the dinner, I told him to behave normally and that at the snap of my fingers he should return to desire and obey me. We talked about this and that as if nothing had happened, it was almost enjoyable, not least because I was already foretasting what would happen next, unbeknownst to him.
Dinner finished, I snapped my fingers. While the dirty dishes were still on the table, I took him by the hand and led him to the sofa. He sank into the cushions.
"Take off your tank top."
He undressed, revealing his toned chest. It was hairy, with a fine layer of small black hairs around the nipples and along the abdomen toward his navel, giving it a manly and inviting look. I got hard instantly. I then bent down on my knees in front of his crotch.
"You did well with the dinner, Brandon. Now you deserve a reward. I'm going to give you a blowjob. It will be the best you've ever had in your life, got it?"
He nodded, smiling slightly. I lowered his shorts and boxers just enough to reveal, to my surprise, his already hard cock. It wasn't huge, but it was quite big, surrounded by the right amount of hair to make it virile. I touched it with my hands and brought it close to my lips, slowly beginning to swallow it. Brandon closed his eyes and began to pant, he had the look of someone who had never received a blowjob in his life. As I tasted his pre-sperm, I smelled the scent of his pubes and felt his cock vibrating between my lips, in spasms of excitement. He began to throb within a couple of minutes and then came in my mouth copiously. While still feeling his semen run down my throat, I straddled him and moved closer to his face, whispering in his ear.
"This is the prize for a good stud bull, Brandon. When you step through that door, it's just me, it's just my mouth, my cock, and my ass. You don't need your brain, you just need your body. No thoughts, just me. Only sex, as soon as I snap my fingers. Clear?"
He let go of this long approval, as his cock continued to release little spurts of jizz and on his face he still have a mere smile and vacant eyes. I helped him recompose and clean himself, then snapped my fingers again. We spent the evening cuddled on the couch, my face lying on his belly, a few inches from his cock hidden in his shorts.
It had been a week since I had the idea, and I knew tonight was the night. I plopped down on the couch as soon as I finished work, thrilled. The thought of his body on mine, his manly, smug look. He walked in the door, greeted me by taking off his backpack and jacket, and instead of disappearing into his room, he leaned in as if to kiss me except that, a moment before, he drew back. Something inside him resisted. At that point I snapped my fingers.
I was surprised not to see again the dazed look of the previous evenings. His eyes went from being concerned to burning with passion. He grabbed me and kissed me, sticking his tongue firmly in my mouth, putting his hands around my face.
We lay down on the couch, stripped and began to make out. His body on mine as he licked every inch of my skin, going from my neck and then down, down relentlessly, until he took off my sweatpants and underwear. At that point he looked at my hard cock standing between my legs as if it were something sacred, his mouth drooling and his eyes magnetized. A few seconds passed, then, without further ado, he took my cock into his mouth. I moaned loudly. His head moved up and down rhythmically, it didn't even feel like the first blowjob of his life, he was doing it like it was the most beautiful fucking thing in the world. He was seeking my gaze, in a mixture of approval and seduction. I was so shocked by the movements of his tongue that it didn't take me long to cum. When I had finished filling his mouth he looked at me with lustful eyes, his lips still leaking my seed on the sofa.
He took off his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock to me. It looked even bigger than the day before. He pointed at it. I didn't think twice about returning the favor; I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth while he stood, breathing in the smell of his pubes still sweaty from the workday. My cock became hard again in an instant as I heard him moo. The stud bull phrase from the day before must have inspired him more than necessary. This time, however, I didn't make him cum; I stopped shortly before. He looked at me as if he was about to hurt me, in a mixture of anger and discontent.
Today it had to end in a different way, but he did not know it yet. I got up and went close to his ear.
"Fuck me, you stud bull."
He took my hand passionately and led me down the hallway to his room. His bedroom smelled of testosterone and gym leather, his sweaty gym equipment was in the corner, the walls were full of posters of half-naked, lusty women. At the thought of what he was about to do to me in this setting, I became even more aroused.
He threw me on the bed and thrust himself on top of me as I spread my legs. His penis was so wet that it took no time at all to penetrate my hole. I groaned as he stood over me, his chest swaying before my eyes as he looked at me with raging lust. He took a few minutes, just long enough to allow his drops of sweat to fall on me. We both started making primal moans, me blushing from my approaching orgasm, him continuing to moo and pound, as if he was trying to impregnate me. We both came, almost at the same time. Something faded in his eyes and he collapsed beside me, his gaze lost in emptiness, his smile dumbfounded, his cock still pulsing cum. I looked at him. Not bad for a first time, I thought, as I was already waiting for round two.
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