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the joggers
Jonathan leaned back on the couch, the silence of the flat settling over him. Daniel had just left for the grocery store, mumbling something about being gone for an hour or so. They weren't particularly close as roommatesâpolite greetings and the occasional shared meal were about the extent of their interactions. Jonathan didnât mind; he preferred his solitude.
But today, he found himself restless.
Standing, he wandered aimlessly around the flat, running his fingers over the surfaces of their shared space. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the background, and sunlight streamed in through the window.
As he passed Danielâs room, something caught his eye.
Through the open door, draped across the bed, was a pair of Adidas Chile 20 Joggers. Their sleek, shiny fabric shimmered slightly in the light, the dark material almost magnetic in its allure. Jonathan paused in the doorway, his gaze lingering.
Those joggers.
He had noticed them before, each time Daniel wore them. Their tight fit emphasized his roommateâs athletic buildâbroad shoulders, trim waist, strong legs. Jonathan had always admired Danielâs physique, though he'd never said anything. It wasnât exactly the kind of thing you casually brought up over breakfast.
Now, the joggers were just lying there, unguarded.
Jonathan hesitated.
His logical side told him to move alongâthis was an invasion of privacy, after all. But curiosity tugged at him. He took a cautious step into Danielâs room, the air suddenly feeling heavier.
Standing at the edge of the bed, he reached out, fingertips brushing the material. It was even softer than it looked, smooth and almost impossibly light. A thrill ran through him as he traced the fabric, marveling at the craftsmanship.
No harm in just looking, he thought.
But the temptation didnât stop there.
Jonathan glanced at the door. Daniel wouldnât be back for a whileâheâd said he had a long list of errands to run. And it wasnât as though Daniel would know.
He bit his lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in his chest. Then, almost on autopilot, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor.
Sliding the joggers off the bed, he hesitated for a moment longer. But something about them drew him in, an almost magnetic pull that he couldnât resist.
The fabric glided over his legs as he pulled them on, fitting snugly around his thighs and calves. A warm tingle spread through his body, starting at his legs and radiating upward. He shuddered, running his hands along the material, savoring the sensation.
They felt incredible, almost too good to be true.
Jonathan turned to the full-length mirror on Danielâs closet door, his breath catching as he took in his reflection. The joggers clung to him perfectly, highlighting the lean muscle he rarely paid attention to. He twisted slightly, admiring the way they moved with him, shimmering in the light.He let out a soft laugh, half in disbelief.
Why does this feel soâŠright?
The joggers seemed to amplify something in him, a confidence he hadnât felt in years. He ran his hand along his thigh again, marveling at the sleek texture. The warm tingle intensified, spreading through his whole body.
Jonathan stood transfixed before the mirror, his reflection almost unrecognizable to him. The joggers clung to his form like a second skin, accentuating the contours of his thighs in a way that sent a fresh wave of exhilaration through him.
Turning slightly, he admired how the fabric shimmered, catching the light and emphasizing his shape. The tingle that had started in his legs now crept upward, an unrelenting warmth spreading into his chest. His hands instinctively followed the sensation, brushing over his stomach.
His breath hitched.
What is this feeling?
The tightness in his shirt became more apparent as his fingers moved over his torso. His skin felt hypersensitive, every stroke amplifying the growing heat within him. It wasnât just the joggers anymoreâit was as if the sensation they brought with them was awakening something deep inside him.
Jonathan pressed his palm against his chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath his shirt. Each touch seemed to radiate outward, sending shivers up his arms and into his neck. His muscles tensed, his body alive with an energy he couldnât quite explain.
He glanced down at the joggers again. The once-subtle arousal had become impossible to ignore, the fabric tightening against him. His face flushed, but he couldnât stop himself.
Staring into the mirror, he let his hands roam, his fingers exploring his chest, tracing the lines of his shoulders. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every ripple of sensation that followed.
âThis⊠feels so good,â he whispered, his voice barely audible.
His reflection stared back at him, a mixture of awe and desire in his eyes. He couldnât remember the last time he had looked at himself like this, felt this way about his own body. The joggers werenât just clothingâthey were something else entirely. They made him feel⊠alive.
His hand drifted lower, brushing against the bulge straining against the joggers. The touch sent a jolt through him, his knees nearly buckling under the intensity. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.
His fingers returned to his chest, tracing the edge of his shirt as if tempted to remove it entirely. The tingling warmth was spreading faster now, a current of pleasure that left him trembling.
Jonathan closed his eyes for a moment, his breaths shallow and uneven. He knew he should stop, knew this was crossing a line, but the sensations were too overwhelming to ignore.
When he opened his eyes again, his reflection seemed almost unfamiliar, his expression one of pure, unfiltered longing.
Jonathanâs head rested against the mirror, his reflection a haze of sweat and lust. His hand moved rhythmically over the bulge in the joggers, unable to stop, each stroke pulling him deeper into the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His breathing was ragged, vision blurred, every nerve alight with the tingle that now engulfed his entire body.
He didnât even hear the front door open.
âFeels good, huh?â
The low chuckle cut through the fog in Jonathanâs mind like a blade, his entire body freezing for a moment. Slowly, he turned his head, catching sight of Daniel leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed.
Jonathanâs breath hitched.
Danielâs smirk was knowing, almost predatory. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness.
âItâs those pants, isnât it?â he said, voice low and smooth.
âThey feel amazing, donât they?â
Jonathan opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His hand was still pressed against himself, his body betraying him as it refused to stop.
Danielâs smirk widened. âDonât be shy. Iâve seen you watching meâthose looks you give me when you think I donât notice. The way your eyes linger on my legs, my bodyâŠâ
He took another step closer. âCraving to touch me. To make me yours. Isnât that right?â
Jonathan shook his head weakly, trying to deny it, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.
âItâs cute, really,â Daniel said, closing the distance between them in one fluid motion. Before Jonathan could react, Daniel was behind him, his strong arms wrapping around Jonathanâs waist. His hands slid over Jonathanâs chest, palms warm and firm through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Jonathan shivered, his knees nearly buckling at the contact.
âOh, you poor thingâŠâ Daniel whispered, his breath hot against Jonathanâs ear. His hands roamed lower, tracing the curves of Jonathanâs body. âYour mind is so weak and feeble, isnât it? So easy to give in, so easy to lose yourself.â
Jonathan let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against Danielâs shoulder. He should resist, he knew he should, but every word Daniel spoke seemed to burrow deeper into him, unraveling his will.
âThatâs adorable, yâknow?â Daniel murmured, his lips brushing against Jonathanâs neck. âEspecially when itâs so easy for me to⊠have certain effects on you, letâs say.â
Jonathanâs hand was still moving, his strokes slow and desperate. Danielâs hands slid up to his chest again, encouraging him, guiding him.
âJust focus,â Daniel said, his voice hypnotic. âFocus on how the fabric feels. How tight it is. How shiny it looks in the light. No thoughts needed, Jonathan. Just feel.â
Jonathanâs mind was a haze, every word sinking him deeper. The tingle spread anew, radiating from where Danielâs hands touched him, their warmth almost searing.
âItâs okay to let go,â Daniel whispered. âJust let it happen. Let me guide you. Doesnât it feel so much better when you stop thinking?â
Jonathan let out a soft whimper, his body completely yielding to Danielâs touch and words.
Danielâs voice was a velvet purr, every word sinking into Jonathan like a warm embrace, binding him tighter to the moment.
âI can feel you leaking, Jonathan,â Daniel murmured, his hands sliding lower, brushing tantalizingly over the growing wetness staining the joggers.
âThatâs okay. Let it all out.â
Jonathanâs breath came in short, shallow gasps, his hand trembling as it continued to stroke. He could feel the heat pooling, the tingling sensation now a relentless current coursing through his body. Every inch of him burned, his mind spiraling deeper into Danielâs intoxicating words.
âInto the joggers,â Daniel whispered, his voice soothing yet commanding. âI always do that too.â
Jonathan shuddered at the confession, his body responding instinctively. The joggers clung tighter, every movement amplifying the slick, almost electric sensation against his skin.
âAnd with every drop,â Daniel continued, his lips grazing Jonathanâs ear, âlet all your little thoughts leak out too. Every single one of them, dripping out of the tip of your cockâ
Jonathan whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as the tension within him built to an unbearable peak. He couldnât think anymore, couldnât resistâDanielâs words were all he could hear, all he could feel.
âEvery drop, every thought⊠gone,â Daniel whispered, his tone laced with possessive satisfaction. âThatâs it, Jonathan. Just let go. Let it all flow out of you. And thenâŠâ
Jonathanâs body arched, his muscles tightening as the inevitable release approached, his mind completely lost in the sensations overtaking him.
âWhen you finally release,â Daniel said, his voice low and certain, âyouâll be mine.â
Jonathanâs eyes fluttered shut, the world dissolving as he surrendered completely.
Jonathan's body shuddered violently as he released, the tension flooding out of him in a wave of pure, overwhelming sensation. His knees buckled, and he slumped backward, his weight falling into Danielâs strong arms.
âThere you go,â Daniel whispered, his voice soft and soothing as he steadied Jonathan against him. His grip was firm but tender, holding him upright as he trembled, spent and dazed.
Jonathanâs head fell against Danielâs shoulder, his breath ragged, his vision swimming with the aftershocks of what had just happened. He felt Danielâs hand slide up to cup his face, tilting it gently upward.
âThatâs right, Jonathan,â Daniel murmured, his tone dripping with affection and possession. âYouâre mine now.â
Jonathanâs gaze met Danielâs, and he saw something in his eyesâa mixture of warmth and dominance, a protective yet possessive intensity that made his chest tighten in a strange, almost comforting way.
Danielâs fingers brushed over Jonathanâs cheek, his touch slow and deliberate. âYouâve given yourself to me,â he continued, his voice low and soothing. âCompletely.â
Jonathan couldnât speak, couldnât move, couldnât even think. He simply nodded weakly, leaning further into Danielâs embrace, the warmth of his body a grounding presence.
Danielâs hand moved downward, tracing along Jonathanâs chest before settling just below his waist. He stroked him gently, his palm pressing against the dampness that had spread through the joggers.
Jonathan closed his eyes, letting himself sink into Danielâs touch, the overwhelming sensations of earlier fading into a hazy, blissful calm.
Daniel continued to caress him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. âThatâs it,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âNo more worries. No more thoughts. Just me.â
Danielâs hands rested firmly on Jonathanâs waist as he steadied him, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He stroked the damp fabric of the joggers one last time, his touch slow and deliberate, before letting his hands glide upward to Jonathanâs shoulders.
âYouâll keep those joggers on today,â Daniel murmured, his voice calm but commanding, the words seeping into Jonathanâs dazed mind like a gentle tide. âLetâs see just how far youâre willing to fall.â
Jonathan blinked sluggishly, his body still trembling as the intensity of the moment ebbed away. The joggers clung to him, their slick material damp and snug against his skin, a constant reminder of what had just happened.
âI⊠IâŠâ he stammered, his voice hoarse, but Daniel placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.
âNo need to speak,â Daniel said, his tone both soothing and authoritative. âJust listen. Just feel.â
Jonathan nodded weakly, his mind too clouded to resist.
Daniel guided him out of the room and into the living space, his arm draped protectively around Jonathanâs shoulders. The joggers shimmered slightly in the light, the damp patch visible but ignored as Jonathan moved in a haze, unable to think clearly, unable to do anything but follow.
âGood,â Daniel said as he settled Jonathan onto the couch, his touch lingering on his shoulder. âNow, just relax. Let those feelings sink in. Let them remind you of who you belong to.â
Jonathanâs breathing was shallow, his body hypersensitive to every brush of the fabric against his skin. His thoughts felt distant, blurred by the lingering sensations and Danielâs steady, commanding presence.
Daniel leaned down, his lips close to Jonathanâs ear. âYouâll wear them all day,â he said softly, his voice wrapping around Jonathan like a blanket. âFeel every little sensation they bring you. Every tingle. Every spark. Let it remind you how easy it is to give in.â
Jonathan swallowed hard, the warmth of Danielâs words washing over him. He didnât protest, didnât even think to.
âYouâre already mine,â Daniel continued, his hand brushing lightly against Jonathanâs chest. âBut by the end of today, you wonât even remember what it felt like to be anything else.â
Jonathan shivered, his head nodding slightly as he sank deeper into the couch.
Daniel crouched in front of Jonathan, his gaze never wavering. His eyes were sharp, but there was a softness to them, a possessive tenderness that sent a shiver down Jonathanâs spine.
âYouâre such a good boy,â Daniel murmured, reaching up to cup Jonathanâs face. His thumb brushed across Jonathanâs cheek in slow, deliberate strokes, his touch both soothing and claiming.
Jonathanâs breath hitched. He was still reeling, his body exhausted yet hyperaware of every sensationâthe dampness of the joggers against his skin, the warmth of Danielâs hand, the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Danielâs hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of Jonathanâs jaw. âLook at you,â he whispered, his voice low and intimate. âFalling so perfectly. You were made for this, werenât you? For me.â
Jonathan swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. He could only stare back, his body leaning slightly into Danielâs touch as if drawn by an invisible force.
Danielâs lips curled into a knowing smile.
âItâs okay,â he said softly, his hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jonathanâs ear. âYou donât need to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tremble.â
Jonathanâs cheeks flushed, his gaze flickering down for a moment before Daniel gently tilted his chin back up.
âAh, ah,â Daniel chided playfully. âEyes on me, Jonathan.
âTheir gazes locked, and Jonathan felt as though he were being pulled deeper, his thoughts dissolving under the weight of Danielâs presence.
âYouâre mine now,â Daniel said, his voice filled with a quiet certainty as he continued to caress Jonathanâs face. âAnd Iâm going to take such good care of you.â
Jonathan nodded faintly, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He didnât know how far heâd fall, but in that moment, he didnât care.
All that mattered was Daniel.
Danielâs thumb continued its gentle caress along Jonathanâs cheek, his fingers steadying his face as he spoke softly, possessively. The closeness, the warmth, and the lingering sensations in the joggers were too much for Jonathanâs overwhelmed body.
A soft, helpless moan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut.
âLook at you,â Daniel murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction. âYou canât even help it, can you?â
Jonathanâs body trembled, his breath hitching as the sensations built again, faster this time, as if every nerve had been primed to respond. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, and his hands gripped the edges of the couch as his muscles tensed.
âGo on,â Daniel whispered, his hands cradling Jonathanâs face, his thumbs brushing across his temples now. âLet it happen. Let it all out for me.â
Jonathanâs eyes fluttered open briefly, glassy and unfocused, before they rolled back entirely as his body gave in once more. A soft cry escaped his lips, and his entire frame shuddered violently as he released again, the joggers now clinging impossibly tighter to his skin.
Daniel held him steady, his arms strong and grounding as Jonathan slumped forward, utterly spent. His face fell against Danielâs chest, his breathing heavy and erratic as he trembled in the aftermath.
âThere you go,â Daniel murmured, stroking Jonathanâs hair gently now, his fingers threading through the damp strands. âThatâs my good boy. Just let it all out.â
Jonathan whimpered softly, his body weak and pliant in Danielâs arms.
âShhh,â Daniel soothed, his voice low and comforting as he cradled Jonathan closer. âYouâre doing so well for me. Just let it all sink in. No thoughts, no resistance. Only me.â
Danielâs hand slid lower, stroking gently over the damp fabric of the joggers, as if to reassure Jonathan.
âYou feel that?â Daniel whispered. âThatâs what it means to be mine. Completely and utterly mine.â
Jonathan could only nod weakly, his body melting further into Danielâs embrace.
He tries to resist for a split second, but then the training takes over
Skinny twink eager to be hypnotized and to obey. Such a good boy. Drop deeper and deeper into hypnosis. Sleep. Good boy.
Once a slave has gone through his final brainwashing session, it will be given a proper makeover. Haircut comes first then both ears and nipples pierced. Finalized with a tattoo to mark the permanence of his transformation. Every man looks better this way.
âBe a good muscle toy and strip for me.â
Jace found himself unable to resist his trainerâs mesmerizing voice and started to strip. Ever since he met him, his life has gotten easier. All he had to do was work out and obey. Nothing else mattered. He was a good muscle toy.
You can see it in his blue eyes. For a moment there is some sort of question in them. A timid resistance. Then his hypnotist reminds him to lick, and he is lost.
âYou are so beautiful,â the small little nerd kissed the bodybuilderâs tattooed pecs. âAnd completely under my control.â
âIt feels so good to obey you,â the once dominant alpha stud moaned.
The nerd gripped the bodybuilderâs large bulge through the thin shorts.
âFuck, feel good,â the bodybuilder moaned. âPlease fuck me.â
The nerd smirked, âthatâs a good little boy.â
âPlease,â the helpless steroid stud groaned.
The bodybuilder lifted his massive legs and pulled off his shorts, revealing his four inch hard cock. The nerd smirked as he stopped stroking his newest slave. He then undid his pants and pulled out his 10â cock. He positioned himself between the powerful legs, as the bodybuilder pulled his legs up to his chest, exposing his smooth rosebud hole.
âWhat a nice musclepussy,â the nerd aimed his massive cock at his hole.
âI need your cock. I need your cock to grow. Please fuck me.â
Transfixed on his mastersâ sneakers
Sent from your boyfriendâs phone .
âYour âboyfriendâ is now fully under my possession, which means from now on you only communicate with me. Either you join him underneath my boot, or we can make an arrangement together. Donât hesitate. I will be here when you arrive home.â