Or y’know, end up like this blank, hypnotized, good boy here.
Maybe I should reintroduce myself, if you’ve forgotten who am I already, or just visit and access the story before this one: “Sorry, What?” Link
This piece of meat is an exchange student from Canada, carrying some sort of scholarship that gave him a free ride along with all facilities paid for. School System has him bearing the name William Red, which kind of has a nice ring to it. And for you to get the whole story, we will start at the top.
It was 6PM, and there weren’t a lot of guys and gals in the gym, possibly because it was crunch time. The gym barely had 4 users, which was sort of disappointing.
It was an email from the Admissions and Facilities Department, and left me sort of curious.
Subject: Admission of Mr. William Reddison [StudID: 12938]
We will be admitting a Canadian Exchange Student today, and he has specified that he wishes to use the gym regularly on a regular basis. His details, records, and additional documents have been saved on the Staff Drives along with photographs in digital format. Please grant him access to the gym, and introduce him to the facilities we have.
We can always rely on you for everything Brax,
Head of Admissions
I immediately clicked into the Shell and accessed my drive, but stopped to think.
“It’s probably another nerdy scholar, with a funny accent”
I shrugged, and inputted my log-in
// University Staff Drive \
[Ellis, Jonathan] <-OPENED->
[Bain, Raymond] <-OPENED->
[Johnson, Max] <-OPENED->
[Reddison, William] <-SHARED BY email@example.com
My dick immediately hardened, and knew that he needed to get under one of my training programs!
Name: William Reddison
Notes: After interviewing Mr Reddison, he seems to be a shy guy, with minimal social connections to close friends, family and mates. Does not seem to like spending long periods of time with a stranger, but favors the gym. Reddison has also indicated to us that he feels more free in the gym, and may serve as a exploit in getting at least a conversation with him
Date of Birth: REDACTED
Place prior transfer: Montreal, Canada
Scholarship: Jason Cox’s Excellence In Athletics Scholarship
[New Notification: New Student Logged In - William R.]
“There he was, wearing his Red Calvin Kleins, with a white tank top, and Nike shorts”
I already made plans with Jonathan, (you may remember him from a previous encounter) to err, make it easier for me to, umm, compel the new guys. Jonathan quickly made friends with the Canadian hunk, and called me in.
Jonathan: Coach, this is William, he’s new here
William: “Errm, umm, hey. I’d like to train please”
Me: “Yeah, sure thing. Follow me to my office”
The office was upgraded to have blinds, to ensure no one on the outside knew what I was doing to fuckablefuckboys.
So, Mr Red. Take a seat. I need to verify a few things before we get you started…
William, take a look at the screen here, do these records look alright to you?
William was groaning, grunting out yesses at every page, each yes getting longer.
Fuck, he looks so good going under..
I signaled Jonathan to slowly and gently hold the hunk on the chair, as William was staring at the screen. It was a spiral, though it was transparent so he wouldn’t suspect, but enough to be visible by the subconscious.
He started to resist, and jiggle aggressively
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LEEET MEEEE GOOOOoooo…”
His body started to sloooowly slump.
At 7:30PM tonight boy, you will come over to the addressed supplied to you, and you will strip down to your underwear lie down on my bed, and wait further instructions.
His glassy eyes simply flickered, with his head nodding, saying ‘Yes’
I walked into my room at 7:45PM to find him like this. I smirked, and started feeling him up. Another blank muscle boy added to my collection. He needed more work, but nothing I could fix.
I put my hand on his crotch, and told him the following:
“You are no one else now, but mine. You will still go to University, train hard with me in the gym, aim for the best in your studies, and get a job, and you will come home to me, mindless, obedient, and waiting to serve.”
I asked him to strip off his underwear and start playing with it mindlessly.
He was mine to use. Mine to control. Mine to fuck. Mine to do whatever I want.
Kneel while standing up boy!
Now, you are no longer a shy muscle man. You are now a cocky, arrogant and playful subject. You know you are controlled, and you like it. You love it. You need it. Being controlled is what defines you now. You love me. You need me. You can’t live without me. Understood?
His voice shifted to a more playful and cocky tone
He liked having his photos taken now, with or without clothes, and enjoys his regular fucks, and submissions.
He thanks me regularly for freeing him of his own control, now that I control him. We are now processing his visa, so he can stay here with me, forever, as my Canadian muscle puppet boy.
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