You paid good money for this guy, they say he’s the best. You knocked on his door, hoping he was as good as they said.
The door opened, “You must be the boy who paid me a hefty penny, come in,” he said.
You hesitantly enter his no bedroom cottage, thinking that you wanted a refund. The wood was aged, the corners of the room had cobb webs and it smelled musky, not musty. You figured you weren’t getting a refund so you followed him in.
“So what are you? Some kind of hypnotist or something?” you queried.
“Yeah, or something,” he smirked. “Been told you got some issue with how you look. You look fine to me, mate,” he said while surveying you up and down.
You found yourself becoming less comfortable by the second. Some predatory looking man might be coming on to you; you felt your cock harden a bit. Trying to adjust your self before he noticed drew more attention to it.
You notice him eyeing you with an intense gaze, you feel the anxiety rising from your stomach to your racing heart.
You turn to run but find yourself frozen in place –”Shit, shit, shit,“ you think. YOu feel like a trapped animal and for whatever fucked up reason it is making you even harder. The man seems to be emanating a red energy and the room is swimming with a haze. Your mind feels foggy and detached, your so turned on and hard at the same time.
He walks toward you, examining you, touching your now immobile body. He runs his hands through your hair, grabs your face and stares into your soul. You feel like a puppet, a puppet in lust or love, or something. It’s like he is touching the core of who you are. He then grabs your shirt with his two strong and impossibly large hands and tears it in two. He rips your pants off like they were trackies, he slides your briefs down your legs, ever so slowly and sensually until they rest at your feet.
The man, god, whatever he is, gets down on his knees and envelopes your 5 inch cock in his perfect mouth, tasting the precum from your shaft. He then moves up your body with his tongue, tasting the sweat from your skin and every thought you have ever had on your lips. Suddenly you find that he has buried his face in your right pit.
“Smart boy, not smart enough to stay away.” he grins. “So, you aren’t happy with the way you look, you are tired of the life you live, you hate your body, and you hate the way you think and how you act. Hmmm, well what do to with you.” he pondered out loud. “Well you are a pretty average white boy I guess, I think I can help you. Now don’t be too alarmed, but I am going to tie you up nice and tight, I want you to be aware of your changes, boy.”
“Now, I have a nice selection of used jockstraps, underwear, and sweaty gym clothes here, and you get to pick your poison.”
“Mmmmmmmppphhhh” you said with terror and anger.
“Ha, yes you should be able to talk, no screaming now.” With a snap of his fingers the gag was gone.
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLP – mmmmppppppphhh.” the gag re-appeared. “Tod you no screaming, guess I’ll have to choose for you. .
Ah, here we go, this one belonged tp a rather handsome young man, not really all there in the brains department. That is why he came to me in the first place, look weren’t enough, he wanted smarts. So I soaked up his essence into this hat, jock strap and compression shirt.”
The man comes toward you with the items, he wraps the jock around your head so the putrid smell would invade your nostrils, you felt sick. He snaps his fingers and suddenly you are wearing the shirt over the ropes, it felt nice on your skin. YOu could feel the sweat being soaked into your skin. Your muscles began to push against the rope as your pecs bulged and your stomach flattened. You felt your delts and traps brow along with your biceps. Your cock felt heavier and thicker as well. You could feel the energy make its way down your legs, reshaping them because you never missed leg day. As the changes continued, the shirt was pulled into your body, merging the previous essence with your current flesh. you felt your face change, a stronger jaw with the perfect pattern of stubble and a full head of short hair.
As the changes finished, the man slid the hat on your head. It was like a vacuum, pulling your life away from you. You felt your name pop out of existence, family, friends, education, turn ons, turn offs, inhibitions, it was like your very IQ was being pulled into the hat.
Once the hat had done its work, the man had just a few more tasks to complete. First he had to take you old essence, which was simple because once he makes you cum, he will collect your semen and save it for another…guest.
He stood you up and worked on miking the essence out of you.
Once he had relieved you of your old burden, he smiled. The man had one last thing do to. He stuck his hairy armpit in your face, cementing your life as a slutty rent boy/gogo dancer himbo for the club up the street. The Sweet musk of his pit entered your nose and opened new pathways in your brain, making you a stupid sex toy. He also softened your look a bit, he had it in for the cute but slutty boys. He would enjoy you for a long time to come.
1000.00 dollars well spent, or at least you would have thought so if you weren’t just a himbro
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