Chapter 3: Rising Action
Troy didn’t notice ass his ass hypnotized his friends around him. Not until chads tongue slithered between Troy’s cheeks tonguing his hole. Troy for his part was rendered immobile the pleasure making him almost unconscious.
His eyes rolled back as his mouth fell open, a low groan escaping his lips. He felt a Hand on his shoulder, another on his hip, steadying him, grounding him as he floated on a sea of sensation.
Across the locker room, the sound of sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floor echoed off the bare concrete walls. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and masculine cologne, a familiar aroma from countless training sessions. Trophies lined the wall, a testament to the team's victories, and posters of athletic prowess adorned the doors. Each team mate was staring in glazed mindless rapture at Troy’s hole. Chad was bathing it with his tongue his mind slipping away in the process. Then from the corner of his eyes, he saw Matt walking towards them with that glazed look.
Matt had a pink vibrating tongue thing in his hand. Troy noticed it as Matt stopped by Chad and handed it to him. Troy hadn’t noticed when Matt slipped into the gym but he could tell that he had been there for a while.
“Dude, use this. It will feel better,” Matt suggested, his eyes not leaving Troy’s ass. Chad nodded and took the device, his hand slightly shaking as he turned it on. The vibrations hummed softly, but the effect on Troy was immediate.
His body tensed, and a moan rose from deep within him, a primal sound that echoed through the locker room. Chad's eyes widened in awe, his grip on Troy's hips tightening as he pressed the device against him.
"Fuck, Chad. That feels... amazing," Troy managed to gasp out, his breath coming in ragged pants.
From the sidelines, Jake watched, his hand gripping his own crotch, barely able to hold back. "My turn next," he growled, his voice thick with desire and something else—a possessiveness that Troy had never heard before.
"I need a taste of that ass."
Troy's eyes fluttered open, meeting Jake's gaze. He saw the raw hunger there, the primal need that was utterly foreign to his friend. It should have scared him, but all Troy could feel was a slow, steady pulse of arousal.
Chad finally pulled away, his breath coming in heavy gasps. He looked like he had just run a marathon, his face flushed and his eyes wild. He stepped back, giving Jake room. Troy braced himself against the cold, hard locker behind him, his body still trembling from the intense sensations.
He watched as Jake stepped closer, his eyes fixed on Troy's ass. The air between them was thick with anticipation, the locker room silent except for the steady rhythm of their breaths.
Jake reached out, his hand hesitating for a moment before cupping Troy's cheek. The touch sent a shiver through Troy, and he leaned into it, his eyes fluttering closed. Jake's hand trailed downwards, tracing the curve of Troy's butt before giving it a gentle squeeze. Troy let out a soft moan, his body responding instinctively to the touch.
"So fucking perfect," Jake murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
as Jake’s tongue met Troy’s hole he instantly became another mindless toy like Chad drooling and subservient. Troy leaned against the locker, his thighs spreading wider to give Jake better access. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and disbelief at what was happening. He had never dreamed his friends would be like this, their minds lost to his ass, their bodies devoted to pleasuring him.
From the other side of the locker room, Sam called out, "Hey, dude, what about me? I want a taste too!" His voice was eager, almost desperate, and Troy could see him rubbing his crotch, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding.
Troy looked over, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He could see the desperation in Sam's eyes, the need for him that was almost palpable. The power trip was heady, and he had to admit, he was enjoying it.
"Come on over, Sam. There's plenty to go around," Troy said, his voice thick with arousal. Sam practically sprinted across the locker room, his eyes never leaving Troy's ass. Jake pulled away, giving Sam room, but not before leaving a soft kiss on Troy's cheek. Troy felt a pang of... something. Gratitude? Affection? He brushed it aside, focusing on the moment.
Sam took his place, his hands shaking slightly as he reached out to touch Troy. He hesitated, his fingers hovering over Troy's skin before finally making contact. Troy felt a jolt, a new spark of pleasure as Sam's touch ignited something fresh within him.
"You're so soft, Troy. Fuck, I never thought I'd say that about a dude," Sam murmured, his voice filled with awe. He leaned in, his tongue following the path his fingers had taken, tracing the curve of Troy's buttocks. And just like the men before Troy felt Sam’s free will drain into his perfect hole.
Sam was lost entirely to the object of desire. The room filled with the sounds of wet sloppy suction as Sam discovered a new world.
Troy’s head was swimming, he was barely aware of his own limbs, he was just a mess of pleasure. He could feel a back of his head hit against the cool metal locker door, the jarring sensation shocking him back to a half-conscious state.
"Guys... guys, slow down," Troy panted, his voice hoarse and breathless. The room fell silent, the only sounds the heavy breathing of the men surrounding him. He opened his eyes, the world spinning slightly as he took in the scene.
His friends, his teammates, all standing there, eyes glazed over, lips glistening with saliva, and cocks hard as steel. They were all staring at him, at his ass, with an intensity that was both frightening and exhilarating.
"What the fuck?" Troy whispered, his mind trying to process what was happening. He pushed himself off the locker, his legs wobbling slightly as he took a step back. The men seemed to snap out of their trance for a moment, their eyes flickering with confusion and fear.
"Troy, are you okay?" Jake asked, his voice shaking slightly.
He took a step forward, reaching out as if to steady Troy, but stopped short, his hand hanging in mid-air. The other men mirrored his movements, their bodies tense and uncertain.
Troy looked at them, his breath still coming in sharp gasps. He could feel the pulse of arousal still coursing through him, but there was something else now. Fear. Confusion. He didn't understand what was happening, why his friends were acting this way.
"I... I don't know," Troy admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He took another step back, his legs brushing against a row of lockers behind him.
Mr Andrew’s the young coach entered his cock large and impressive. He swung it almost instantly hypnotising and brainwashing the room.
The men's eyes flashed with sudden, intense emotion. It was an odd mix of rage, jealousy, and lust. The atmosphere in the locker room shifted dramatically, the earlier confusion replaced by a palpable tension.
Mr. Andrews stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Troy. “Gentlemen, I believe you’ve had enough fun for now. We have a match tomorrow, and we need to be at our best.” His voice was stern, authoritative, and yet laced with a certain hint of amusement.
The men seemed to snap out of their trance completely, blinking rapidly as if coming back to reality. Then as mr Andrew’s cock rose it drained the brains of each boy filling them with a mindless need to serve and worship him. Troy looked over to the coach, his eyes widening as he saw the sheer size of Mr. Andrews' cock. It was massive, throbbing with power, and it seemed to command the room with an unspoken authority.
"Coach, what's happening?" Troy managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The room was filled with a tension that was almost tangible, the air thick with the scent of testosterone and something else—something darker and more primal.
Mr. Andrews smirked, his gaze sweeping over the room. "Just a little team-building exercise, Troy.
Mr Andrew’s grabbed chads head sliding it down his cock, mr Andrew’s smiled as he felt chads mind become his to control
. He turned his attention to Matt, grabbing his head and forcing it onto his cock. Matt’s eyes went blank as a wave of pleasure and confusion hit him. Troy watched in disbelief as the men around him were reduced to mindless drones, their eyes glassy and their bodies compliant to Mr. Andrews' will.
Troy’s legs felt numb, his body too weak to support him. He slid down the lockers, his back hitting the cold metal with a thud. He watched as Mr. Andrews walked towards him, each step echoing off the concrete walls.
Now Troy felt mr Andrew’s cock inside him. A battle of wills as he felt mr Andrew’s try to Brainwash him as Troy tried to brainwash him back. Mr Andrew’s cock filled him to capacity Troy felt his mind struggle to maintain its identity under the onslaught of Mr Andrew’s mind controlling hypno cock. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly, all his mental energy focused on maintaining his independence.
"Not... going... to happen," Troy groaned, his hands clutching at the cold lockers behind him.
Mr. Andrews chuckled, the sound echoing through the locker room. "You're a strong one, Troy. It's a shame you have to fight this.
You could have so much fun. Give in, let me in," Mr. Andrews coaxed, his cock throbbing inside Troy, the sensation designed to overwhelm and intoxicate.
Troy gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought the mental invasion. "Fuck off," he spat, his body trembling with the effort.
Mr. Andrews laughed, a sound that was both amused and irritated. "Stubborn. I like that. But you won't win this fight, Troy."
Troy felt a surge of anger, and with it, a newfound determination.
He opened his eyes, locking them onto Mr. Andrews'. His grip on the lockers tightened, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists.
"You're just a fucking pervert, taking advantage of your students," Troy growled, his voice laced with contempt. He felt a spark of resistance within him, a flame that burned brighter with each passing moment.
Mr. Andrews's smile faded, replaced by a look of surprise. He felt Troy's resistance, the barrier Troy was erecting against his mental invasion. He had underestimated Troy, and it was a mistake he wouldn't repeat.
But it was too late try began to use his hypno ass to brainwash mr Andrew’s
Troy felt a warmth spread through his body, a sense of power and control. He was fighting back, and it felt good.
Mr. Andrews's eyes narrowed, his grip on Troy's hips tightening. He thrust harder, each movement a deliberate attempt to break down Troy's resistance. But Troy was ready, his mind a fortress against the mental onslaught.
"You can't control me," Troy taunted, his voice steady and strong. He could feel the change in the room, the shift in power. His friends, his teammates, they were watching, their eyes filled with a newfound respect. He send a hypnotic wave into mr Andrew’s cock as he pushed back, his ass taking control of the cock inside him. Mr. Andrews's eyes widened in shock as he felt his control slipping away. The room was silent, the tension palpable as they all watched Troy's fight for control.
Jake, still standing near the lockers, his eyes glazed over but witnessing the standoff, felt a flicker of recognition. He had always admired Troy's strength, both on and off the field. Seeing him now, fighting against this unknown force, made him proud to call Troy his friend.
"Come on, Troy," Jake whispered, his voice barely audible.
Mr Andrew’s could feel thoughts that were not his own , ‘comply, obey’
repeated inside his head. He felt his control slipping away, his body complying with the command. His cock slowed its thrust, then stopped entirely, his body frozen in place.
Troy felt a wave of relief wash over him as he gained control over Mr Andrew’s cock. He could feel the power coursing through him, a heady sensation that was both exhilarating and scary.
“Now, that’s more like it,” Troy said, a smirk playing on his lips. He could see the panic in Mr Andrew’s eyes, the realization that he was no longer in control. Then try began to brainwash mr Andrew’s. Turning him into a greatful obedient sex toy . Troy felt his ass begin to suck and contract around Andrew's cock, pulling it deeper inside him. Andrew's eyelids fluttered, his body shuddering as the wave of pleasure and mind control hit him.
"Thank you, Master Troy," Andrew's voice was a hushed, submissive whisper. "I am yours to command."
Troy stared at the now-submissive coach, a mix of shock and awe washing over him. He had done this. He had fought back and not only maintained his independence but also turned the tables on his attacker. He felt a sense of power and control he had never experienced before.
He could feel every inch of the coach's cock inside him, and he knew he had the power to make him do whatever he wanted. It was a heady feeling, and Troy wasn't sure if he liked it.
"Get on your knees," Troy commanded, his voice steady and sure. He watched as Mr. Andrews obeyed, his body moving as if it were on strings. The coach knelt before Troy, his eyes downcast, his body trembling slightly.
“lick the cum from my hypno hole taste the cum of my team”.