It was only a matter of hours since he put on his jersey and felt the primal urges of being a TIGER enter his mind when it became time for the GAME. Putting on his helmet for the first time, he wasn’t expecting the wave of pressure clamping down on his mind…all individual thought disappearing…a deep, sensual moan escaping from his throat…his eyes going blank as all individual desire is erased by the NEED to feed on his PREY…the TEAM’s PREY…
Yeah TIGER, let out that power. Screaming out, growling like all your teammates feels good, don’t it? Yeah bro, don’t hold back, every second u hold those arms up and growl out your TIGER FOOTBALL instincts, the more BRO u become. More BRO, more SWELL, more JOCK. More TIGER. That’s what u live for, BRO. TIGER FOOTBALL.
Yeah boy, stare into my eyes. Relax and feel that jersey tighten over your body. Feel that number seven on your chest, TIGER. You like that? Yeah, I thought you would, took you long enough to get the nerve to try it on for me.
Boy I can see it in your eyes – the eyes of a TIGER. Fuck, yeah, moan out – let me hear the sounds of our new quarterback. Your body becoming so tight, so agile, just like the BRO you need to be for the team. Forget about your engineering class, I’ve got that taken care of for you man. Just feel the pleasure, the desire, your primal NEED for TIGER FOOTBALL.
Oh fuck, bro, u got needs…bein the QB got u horny man? That’s what I thought, stroke that tool, show me how the TIGER QB gets his rocks off…
“Wait, you’re telling me this guy is sucking out my intelligence and that when I cum I’ll be a mindless himbo? Yeah right!”
“I’m very serious. Say goodbye to those brains of yours, you won’t be needing them anymore.”
“What, you’re serious! Get him off me I don’t want to be dumb! Ahhhh… Fuck… Wait, what was I so worried about? I know it was something but I can’t recall…”
“You don’t need to. Thinking is hard. You don’t need to do it. Why not let me do all the thinking for you?”
“That sounds great! You do the thinking and I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Good Boi.”
He used to be an American nerd who loved making fun of Australia. He joked about Crocodile Dundee, Foster’s, didgeridoos, boomerangs, vegemite, convicts, poisonous animals, the accent, and how it was, in his view, “just a whole continent of beach bums.” Maybe he should have given it a rest in front of the Australian wizard, because now he’s a dumb surfer himbo jock who couldn’t be more Australian if he were a boxing kangaroo.
“G’day, mate! Fair dinkum, I’ve always been a dinky-di Aussie. Sure, it’s sticking out like dog’s balls that I got kangaroos loose in the top paddock, might even be a heaps bloody derro, but it’s no wuckin furries when I’m built like a brick shithouse. Least I’m not some daggy Yank! Now put on your togs while it’s still arvo and we’ll head to the beach for sheilas and shrimp on the barbie. It’ll be ripper. Crikey!”
Part One:
Those motivation hypnosis mp3s his roommate Bobby found for him were incredible. He’d quickly begun to really look forward to his workouts. He got so much pleasure from them. From the burn, from pushing himself past his old limits. Even the soreness became a source of pleasure, and he was spending more and more time at the gym chasing these increasingly addictive sensations.
His girlfriend started to complain about his priorities. Breaking up with her gave him more time to focus on his muscles. When he needed to give them time to heal, he could get pleasure from flexing them. From looking at them in the mirror. From hearing compliments about them.
Bobby was enthusiastically supportive, and so he and Bobby started to get along a lot better. He found that he enjoyed showing off his muscles to his roommate; every compliment made him feel proud, strong, and even more dedicated. And yeah, sexy. Sexy as hell. He was a fucking stud. The chicks were all over him, of course, but he already knew they were just a distraction. Bobby was supportive. Bobby loved his muscles almost as much as he did. And what difference did it make if the compliments came from a guy or a girl? They all fed the now nearly constant buzz of horny euphoria.
Part two:
I got home from the gym, took off my sweat soaked t-shirt and flexed in the mirror, dick hardening. Bobby was watching as usual, and I grinned at him as I caught his eye in the mirror and felt a warm wave of affection for the kid. The admiration in his eyes also got me hard as a rock. I kinda felt sorry for him – for someone as enthusiastic about muscle as he was, he sure didn’t have much himself. No interest in the work it would take at all.
I thought about how I could help my best bro out as I went into my room to change. Got distracted a bit when I got a whiff of my sneaker. God it smelled good. Like someone distilled the smell of gym and muscle. I played with myself a bit, inhaling it, and decided to hell with changing. I liked my smell, and I figured Bobby wouldn’t mind. I lay back in my bed, headphones on, one arm holding the Adidas to my face and the other switching between fondling my dick and flexing. I was just about to start the file and sink into another incredible twice daily motivation trance when I got an idea. I sniffed my left pit absently as I thought it through. Yeah, this would be awesome! I grabbed what I needed quickly.
Bobby was watching tv in the front room, on the floor on his stomach, so he didn’t see or hear me creep up on him. He kind of squeaked when I suddenly straddled his back, and tried to roll away, but of course there was no question which of us would win. I pinned his arms behind his back with one hand, flipped the duct tape around his wrists then, arms free, tore off another strip for his mouth. Kept him pinned with my weight on his back as I placed the headphones on him and started the file. I couldn’t see his face, but his thrashing subsided a bit as he realized what I’d done. Good. It was for his own good, but I wasn’t sure how he’d take it. Me, I was getting more turned on the more I thought about it.
My hard-on ground into his backside as I leaned in to speak into one ear.
“I am going to FORCE you to come with me to the gym, Bobby. And you WILL listen to this file three times a day, if I have to pin you down each and every time. Until you enjoy it as much as I do. Until you love working out as much as I do. You’re gonna get muscle, little bro. You’re gonna get as strong as me. As big as me. As sexy as me. Trust me, this is gonna be awesome!”
At first he hated the outfit, but after his coach had a talk with him, he realized that he loved the reds and oranges and yellows. They were so bright, so colorful and warm, it made it so easy to focus and relax.
The spell had worked to perfection, his body got all of the jocks perks, and the jock got all of his downsides, along with having to trail after him doing whatever he said. Unfortunately, he didn’t count on the drop in intelligence.
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