Fighters to slaves “Yo, I have to get going for work,” Bran..

Fighters to slaves “Yo, I have to get going for work,” Brandon stopped the sparring match with Alex. Both younger men were out of breath and sweating as they stopped. “That’s cool, man. See you tomorrow,” Alex responded, breathing heavily. “Yeah, that would be good. I’m going to shower at home, have to change there,” Brandon fist bumped his fellow Mixed Martial Arts fighter and picked up his gym bag. He threw the bag strap over his muscular shoulders and left the gym. Alex remained on the mat practicing his stanance and jabs. It was hot in the hard core fighters gym and he was sweaty heavily. His long sleeve compression shirt and tight grey compression shorts were soaked. His cup was clearly visible through the skin tight shorts. Alex walked across the mat barefooted and picked up the water bottle that was left for him by the gym manager. He opened the bottle and gulped down the cold, refreshing water. After he finished off the water, he walked back to the center of the mat and continued to practice his foot work and punches. Then suddenly Alex collapsed on to the floor. He was unable to move his tight athletic body. As he laid on the mat floor, the gym owner approached him. The older man smiled down at his latest victim. He took his right shoe and rubbed Alex’s cup covered crotch. “You are definitely a pretty thing. No wonder there are so many requests for you,” the owner continued to rub his hand over Alex’s cup. Alex could only grunt in response. Although he couldn’t move his muscles, there was one muscle that moved, but he had no control of it. His cock grew hard in the restrictive cup from the attention from the older man’s foot. The older man knelt between the thick powerful legs and ran his hand up the smooth thighs. “Now, let's get those shorts off,” he reached up to the waistband of the compression shorts and pulled them down. Alex grunted as his hips were lifted and the shorts were pulled over his cup and round bubble ass. When the man got the compression shorts off the muscular legs, he then dropped the legs. The man then leaned over and kissed Alex on the lips. His tongue pushed the helpless stud’s mouth open and probed into Alex’s mouth. Tears welled in Alex’s eyes. He felt disgusted but helpless. The man pulled away from Alex’s mouth and whispered into his ear, “I'll be right back. I will have a surprise for you.” He kissed Alex’s right cheek and got up. Alex tried to move his muscles while the man was gone, but it was useless. A few minutes later, the gym owner returned. Over his shoulders was the naked body of Brandon. While Brandon dangled over his shoulders, man ran his hands freely up the thick cords of Brandon’s hamstrings and up over his plump smooth ass. The gym owner was smiling at Alex as he pushed a finger into the Italian fighter’s hole. The man finally laid Brandon down beside Alex on the mat. Brandon’s cut cock was rock hard, and standing straight up. It was then Alex saw the strange visor over Brandon’s eyes. He had no idea that the visor over his eyes was bombarding his friend’s mind with subliminal messages and images of muscular younger men like them getting fucked and used. Brandon groaned and Alex watched out of the corner of his eyes as cum poured from the straight alpha fighter’s cock. “Let's get you hooked, my new clients will be expecting you two to perform this evening,” the gym owner took a bag off his shoulder and took out a visor like the one Brandon wore over his eyes. Alex tried to close his eyes but he couldn’t even move them as well. Suddenly images of younger, smooth, tight men were naked and getting fucked by older men. The images and words flashed before his eyes. “Obey” “Submit” “Pleasure” “Serving” “Pleasing” Alex could make out some of the guys from the gym. He saw Connor, Seth, Daniel, getting fucked and used. He watched as those tough fighters cum without touching themselves as they took cocks up their perfect meaty asses. Alex groaned. The cup was so tight around his hard throbbing cock. He found himself relieved when the man bent down and removed his jockstrap and cup. His 8” cock jumped to attention and started leaking large amounts of precum. “Must submit, must obey, pleasure is to obey, obeying is pleasure, pleasure is to please other men.” Over and over his mind was bombarded and he grew more and more aroused. “That's it, cum for me,” the man whispered. Finally able to move, Alex arched his back, lifting his tight muscular ass off the mat. He moaned loud as he cum into the air. He came over and over. The cum erupted from his pulsating cock through the air, landing over his body, face and the mat. Although he was able to move now, he was completely under the man’s control. It was as if his shot out his straight alpha life and free will as he came.