Hope you enjoyed the inaugural chapter of Brandon's story! Here's Chapter 2!
The sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting beams of warmth and light onto Brandon's sleeping form. He stretched languidly, his mind still thinking of the hypnosis session days before. As his memories slowly came into focus, he felt a tingling sensation in his nipples and groin, anticipating Mr. Thompson's touch. His already hard cock throbbed and bounced up and down at the thought of old men like Tom and Lloyd fondling him.
Rising from his bed, Brandon made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. He stood in front of the mirror, admiring his toned physique, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the changes he had undergone. His muscles seemed more defined, his skin glowing with health, and his eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence.
Brandon's days in campus now centered around his newfound sexual prowess and the attention it garnered from both his coaches and his professors. His chiseled physique and glowing golden skin were impossible to ignore, making him the object of desire for many of the male authority figures at the school. As Brandon walked the halls between classes, he couldn't help but notice the admiring glances thrown his way. The older teachers, in particular, seemed unable to resist commenting on his appearance.
"My, my, look at those muscles!" exclaimed Mr. Bunhead, an obese history professor with an effeminate gait. "You've really been working hard, haven't you?" Blushing slightly, Brandon nodded and mumbled a thanks. Throughout the class, Mr. Bunhead couldn't seem to keep his hands off Brandon. He touched his arms, chest, and even thighs while lecturing. Brandon tried his best to ignore the attention, focusing instead on the lesson, but it was difficult to concentrate with Mr. Bunhead hands wandering all over him every single time the old man walked around. The obese teacher has a habit of licking his lips hungrily whenever Brandon is around, his eyes roaming over the younger man's muscular frame.
Mr. Harrison, another aging professor with a receding hairline, couldn't stop praising Brandon's athleticism. "You're a natural, son," he would say, patting Brandon on the back with a bit too much force. "Keep up the good work."
The constant touching and compliments should have been uncomfortable, but Brandon found himself reveling in the attention. It was as if the hypnosis had rewired his brain to crave the physical contact and approval of these older men.
One afternoon, as Brandon was changing for training, Mr. Harrison entered the locker room, claiming he needed to check on some equipment. His eyes immediately locked onto Brandon's nearly naked body, and he licked his lips hungrily. "You know, Brandon," he said, his voice low and husky, "I used to be quite the athlete myself back in the day. I bet I could teach you a thing or two about training."
Without waiting for a response, Mr. Harrison closed the distance between them and began running his hands over Brandon's chest and abs. Brandon shuddered with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the teacher's fingers traced the contours of his body.
Emboldened by Brandon's reaction, Mr. Harrison leaned in and kissed him forcefully, pushing his tongue past the younger man's parted lips. Brandon moaned softly even though he felt shocked and disgusted. At the same time, he wanted this kiss to carry on forever. Unfortunately for Mr Harrison, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the locker room. Mr. Harrison, flushed and panting, muttered something about checking the equipment again and hurried out, leaving Brandon standing there with a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins.
Just within this week, Brandon found himself becoming more and more comfortable with the attention and advances of his professors. He even began seeking out opportunities for physical contact, finding excuses to visit their offices or stay after class for "extra help." The thrill of being desired by these older men was like a drug, and Brandon was hooked. He knew that this wasn't normal behavior, but try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The need for approval and validation was simply too strong.
Brandon snapped out of the memory of school and continued to admire himself in the mirror. He raised his arms above his head and flexed his abs and pecs admiring how hot he is now. Staying shirtless, he put on a pair of tight running shorts with high slits that left little to the imagination. His heart raced with excitement as he made his way school for his swim training.
Brandon sprinted into the campus pool excited to see Mr Thompson at the gate. Mr. Thomson commanded Brandon to jump into the pool and begin his laps. With a final squeeze of his ass, Brandon leapt into the water, his powerful strokes sending ripples across the surface. The rest of the day was a blur of training with Brandon pushing himself harder than ever before, driven by his desire to please Mr. Thomson.
Brandon's training finished and he felt his muscles pumped after all the sets and laps. As evening descended, Mr. Thomson's office instructed Brandon to his office. As Brandon was about to get dressed to head into Mr Thompson's office, the coach stopped him and told him to come in in just the skimpy Speedo Brandon was wearing for training. Mr Thompson then winked and said "I've got a surprise for you Brandon!" The coach had arranged a private meeting with several older, influential men from the swimming community, and Brandon was to be the main attraction. These men heard about Brandon from Mr Thompson and could not wait to see the coach's prize swimmer.
Brandon stepped into Coach Thompson's office, apprehension gnawing at his gut. He had no idea what the coach had planned for him and it left him feeling both anxious and excited.
_to be continued_
Thank you for reading the inaugural story of Brandon's adventures.
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The sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting beams of warmth and light onto Brandon's sleeping form. He stretched languidly, his mind still thinking of the hypnosis session days before. As his memories slowly came into focus, he felt a tingling sensation in his nipples and groin, anticipating Mr. Thompson's touch. His already hard cock throbbed and bounced up and down at the thought of old men like Tom and Lloyd fondling him.
Rising from his bed, Brandon made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. He stood in front of the mirror, admiring his toned physique, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the changes he had undergone. His muscles seemed more defined, his skin glowing with health, and his eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence.
Brandon's days in campus now centered around his newfound sexual prowess and the attention it garnered from both his coaches and his professors. His chiseled physique and glowing golden skin were impossible to ignore, making him the object of desire for many of the male authority figures at the school. As Brandon walked the halls between classes, he couldn't help but notice the admiring glances thrown his way. The older teachers, in particular, seemed unable to resist commenting on his appearance.
"My, my, look at those muscles!" exclaimed Mr. Bunhead, an obese history professor with an effeminate gait. "You've really been working hard, haven't you?" Blushing slightly, Brandon nodded and mumbled a thanks. Throughout the class, Mr. Bunhead couldn't seem to keep his hands off Brandon. He touched his arms, chest, and even thighs while lecturing. Brandon tried his best to ignore the attention, focusing instead on the lesson, but it was difficult to concentrate with Mr. Bunhead hands wandering all over him every single time the old man walked around. The obese teacher has a habit of licking his lips hungrily whenever Brandon is around, his eyes roaming over the younger man's muscular frame.
Mr. Harrison, another aging professor with a receding hairline, couldn't stop praising Brandon's athleticism. "You're a natural, son," he would say, patting Brandon on the back with a bit too much force. "Keep up the good work."
The constant touching and compliments should have been uncomfortable, but Brandon found himself reveling in the attention. It was as if the hypnosis had rewired his brain to crave the physical contact and approval of these older men.
One afternoon, as Brandon was changing for training, Mr. Harrison entered the locker room, claiming he needed to check on some equipment. His eyes immediately locked onto Brandon's nearly naked body, and he licked his lips hungrily. "You know, Brandon," he said, his voice low and husky, "I used to be quite the athlete myself back in the day. I bet I could teach you a thing or two about training."
Without waiting for a response, Mr. Harrison closed the distance between them and began running his hands over Brandon's chest and abs. Brandon shuddered with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the teacher's fingers traced the contours of his body.
Emboldened by Brandon's reaction, Mr. Harrison leaned in and kissed him forcefully, pushing his tongue past the younger man's parted lips. Brandon moaned softly even though he felt shocked and disgusted. At the same time, he wanted this kiss to carry on forever. Unfortunately for Mr Harrison, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the locker room. Mr. Harrison, flushed and panting, muttered something about checking the equipment again and hurried out, leaving Brandon standing there with a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins.
Just within this week, Brandon found himself becoming more and more comfortable with the attention and advances of his professors. He even began seeking out opportunities for physical contact, finding excuses to visit their offices or stay after class for "extra help." The thrill of being desired by these older men was like a drug, and Brandon was hooked. He knew that this wasn't normal behavior, but try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The need for approval and validation was simply too strong.
Brandon snapped out of the memory of school and continued to admire himself in the mirror. He raised his arms above his head and flexed his abs and pecs admiring how hot he is now. Staying shirtless, he put on a pair of tight running shorts with high slits that left little to the imagination. His heart raced with excitement as he made his way school for his swim training.
Brandon sprinted into the campus pool excited to see Mr Thompson at the gate. Mr. Thomson commanded Brandon to jump into the pool and begin his laps. With a final squeeze of his ass, Brandon leapt into the water, his powerful strokes sending ripples across the surface. The rest of the day was a blur of training with Brandon pushing himself harder than ever before, driven by his desire to please Mr. Thomson.
Brandon's training finished and he felt his muscles pumped after all the sets and laps. As evening descended, Mr. Thomson's office instructed Brandon to his office. As Brandon was about to get dressed to head into Mr Thompson's office, the coach stopped him and told him to come in in just the skimpy Speedo Brandon was wearing for training. Mr Thompson then winked and said "I've got a surprise for you Brandon!" The coach had arranged a private meeting with several older, influential men from the swimming community, and Brandon was to be the main attraction. These men heard about Brandon from Mr Thompson and could not wait to see the coach's prize swimmer.
Brandon stepped into Coach Thompson's office, apprehension gnawing at his gut. He had no idea what the coach had planned for him and it left him feeling both anxious and excited.
_to be continued_
Thank you for reading the inaugural story of Brandon's adventures.
I love all comments, feedback and conversations!
Kindly check out my Patreon (jockcummings)
