The Making of PeteMuscle 5 (hypno musc)
by petercbb
The next few days were torture for me. I had felt my life begin to change once I had met Ian and although I knew we would be back in contact soon, I wanted it to be sooner still. I had had just a few hours with him on the day of the contest, yet I felt he was the man I would be with for the rest of my life.
We certainly had a number of things in common that seemed to make us a good match. We were both avid bodybuilders – me, a massive and defined 240lb, 5’10” white guy and Ian an even bigger 260lb, 5’9” black guy. We both had sharp intellects, I had worked in the finance business and Ian was an IT expert, so we could easily spend time together. And finally we were both solvent, so if the fancy took us we could up sticks and go off to Rome or Paris or some other such place for time together.
It was weird, in that 99% of the population would think I was a grotesque muscle beast, yet in comparison to Ian who was an inch shorter yet 20lbs heavier, I looked kind of small. Compared to most of the guys in Eddie’s gym I was bigger, yet Ian outsized me and Mikey and his body had certainly captured my heart (or at the very least my groin!)
So, for a number of reasons, I was looking forward to getting back in touch with Ian. And it also meant the next time I went to see Eddie, was even more difficult for me than normal. Now I had someone I wanted to be with, the attractions of muscle sex with Eddie seemed diminished. Eddie had been someone who I had turned towards when I needed direction and I suppose I had become psychologically dependent on him. He’d got me where I wanted to be as far as bodybuilding was concerned, but he’d also brainwashed me and turned me into a high rent muscle whore. I was confused about what I thought about being fucked by all the clients Eddie lined up for me now that I had met Ian. In the past there had been no alternative lifestyle I could possibly countenance, but now I had a real alternative. But the hold that Eddie had on me was still strong. As I went up to his apartment, I was apprehensive. As usual I went in and stripped naked. My cock started to rise to attention and Eddie approached me from behind and gave my arse a good, hard slap.
“Hey there Pete, how ya doin’ after the contest?” he asked. “Fine” I replied. I was feeling fine, as the strict diet had ended and I was able to indulge in more carbs and some of the other trashy foods I liked when I wasn’t in contest prep mode.
“Well, we’re going to have some fun tonight, I can tell you. I got some friends coming over and your arse is going to be shredded by the time we’re finished.”
My mind was filled with horror at the thought of what he had in mind for me. But before I could think too much he had me sat down at the table in the kitchen with a protein shake in front of me and encouraged me to glug it down. I knew what was going to happen as soon as I did. My mind was going to cloud over, my groin was going to be electrified and I was going to turn into the horniest muscle whore this side of San Francisco! Sure enough, within 15 minutes of finishing the drink, the effects started to overwhelm me. My cock was like an iron bar and pre-cum was dripping from the head.
Eddie led me to the dungeon and had me stand in front of a padded horse. I knew this was going to be a tough night for me, but my cock was ready and steel-like and the itch in my arse was so strong I knew it would open wide at the soonest whiff of a hard cock – whoever it was attached to!
But first, the prep. He attached padded cuffs to my wrists and ankles and then a leather collar around my neck and an open face mask which was basically a set of straps to hold my head but which left my eyes, nose and mouth free and exposed. All of these leather devices had hooks and clips attached so they could be easily fastened to anything else that Eddie had in the dungeon.
Sure enough, first my ankles were attached to the legs of the padded wooden horse I was standing in front of. I was then bent over and my wrists attached to the legs on the other side. I was now bent over with my legs spread apart and my arse fully exposed and unable to get up at all. Next, a chain that was hanging from the ceiling of the dungeon was attached to the collar and winched higher until my head was at about groin height. A further chain was then attached to the front of the mask so my head was tilted upwards. I could see where this was all going. My arse was exposed to anyone who wanted to fuck me and my mouth was available to anyone wanting to fuck my face. And finally, I felt a band being attached around my cock and balls (which was still iron hard) and a weight being dropped from above my arse. The pain was horrific, but it wasn’t so bad that it removed any of my erection.
I surely was the most cock hungry muscle beast ever!
I didn’t have to wait long to get an idea of how the evening was going to go. I could hear noises in the main room that sounded like Eddie greeting his guests and soon enough they were in the dungeon with drinks in their hands and started touching me up.
I was still in a state of heightened sexual arousal from the protein shake Eddie had given me so I enjoyed all the touching that started on me. One guy who had obviously been training as he looked massive, came round the front of me and stuck three fingers in my mouth and pushed them in to get them wet. He then went round the back and started shoving them into my arse.
I grunted a few times as the fingers were forced into me. He opened and stretched my hole nicely so I would be ready for any one else who wanted to take advantage of me. I was pleased when the guy came round the front of me again and stuck the fingers in my mouth to clean them off. He then started a really seductive strip right in front of me. I could tell he was built by looking at him, but the way he took his clothes off had me revving into overdrive. He first slowly removed his jumper over his head, all the while making sure I could see the huge muscles convulsing under the cotton of his stretch t-shirt. He had a pair of bodybuilding baggies on, the type which have loads of material in the leg to let these big guys have plenty of room to move around in. As these descended down his legs, they exposed tree trunk thighs and enormous calves (something which I always found very horny on a man, as they seemed to be so rare).
So now he stood in front of me in just a pair of tiny lycra posing trunks, a tight cotton/lycra stretch t-shirt and a pair of white socks. By this time my cock was in overdrive and I so wanted to feel his boner either in my mouth or arse. Finally he removed the t-shirt and he was revealed in all in magnificence. He was easily competition standard and I could imagine him giving Ian a run for his money. The lycra posers left little to the imagination and his 10” boner was riding above the waist line and nestling somewhere between the top of his thigh and just below his serratus muscles.
“OK, kid, I need to you to wet this thing up so it goes in a little easier at the other end. I know Eddie has supplied lube, but I like it better this way!” And with that he shoved the 10 incher into my mouth and started a slow fucking motion. I was trying as best I could to get some saliva onto his cock and I don’t know whether I did, but he soon took his boner out of my mouth and went round the back and after a quick spit onto my arse he started slowly penetrating me.
As I was concentrating on the sensation in my arse, I hadn’t really noticed the other guys wondering round the room, but I was surprised when I felt another cock make its way into my mouth and start snaking its way down my throat. I was really being spit roasted now and I was helpless to do any thing about it. I heard Eddie laughing with the two guys and telling them to give me a good seeing to, as this may be my farewell appearance. I didn’t know what that meant but I sure didn’t like the sound of it.
The throat and arse fucking continued for about 10 minutes and I was getting hornier all the time; especially from the guy doing my arse as he was a real hunk and looker too. Towards the end I felt both of the guys start to speed up their action and pretty soon they both roared almost in unison as they filled me at both ends. I later learned the big guy was called Victor and he came round the front after he’d come and got me to clean his cock off, which I did with gusto.
All this time my cock was rock hard and I was pleased that Victor bent down and gave my cock a few strokes, which was great, as it gave me a little relief at last.
The evening carried on pretty much in the same vein. I was the party attraction for the night and Eddie had about 7or 8 of his (muscle) buddies over and they used me in various positions throughout the night. My arse must have got about 16 shots of semen and it was dripping down my muscle thighs by the end of the night.
My jaw was exhausted and when it was released I felt like it had had the biggest workout ever. I had been held open and had cock pushed in all night. I wasn’t complaining but it took a lot of effort to give the cock pleasure and still ensure that your teeth were covered and weren’t going to be a problem for the guy.
When the final guest had left, unusually, Eddie took me through into his bedroom and put me to bed with him. He spooned me and I felt his stiff boner insistently knocking at my exhausted arsehole. In the end it went in but by this time, I was so tired and my arse so thoroughly trashed that I put up no resistance. I let him in and he slowly, almost lovingly fucked me as I fell asleep.
The next day I was a bit of a zombie. I was tired from the sexual athletics the previous evening and sleeping with Eddie also troubled me. This was a new factor in how we worked together. So far he’d just been my pimp and trainer. Now it seemed he wanted to get emotionally involved and I just couldn’t reconcile this with the way he treated me in other respects. In the morning when we had woken up he had hugged and kissed me as well as giving me a good hard fucking.
There was no doubt of the mental sway he held over me, as despite everything I was putty in his arms and really enjoyed how he opened up my arse with his obsidian cock and filled me full of cum. After our final bout of sex, he said it was tiome for me to leave, so I washed up and left.
I went to the gym and when I got there, Ian gave me a call and asked if we could meet up later. It was around 10 am and I had to do my two hours in the gym and then I could meet up for lunch at around 1 pm. We agreed on a café not far from both of us.
Knowing I was meeting Ian made my workout go like the wind. I felt the biggest pump in my chest and when I looked in the mirror I sure was looking huge. If my training intensity carried on like this when I was around Ian, I would surely catch up with his 260lbs and be even more humungous. The veins were showing all over my chest and arms and when I looked in the mirror my chest looked like an inflated balloon.
I left the gym on cloud nine. I was pumped and full of adrenalin and my spirits were up. I couldn’t wait to meet Ian and hear what he had to say about what we were going to do next. I was fidgety when I got to the café and sat down waiting for Ian to arrive. I could feel my cock getting hard as I waited thinking about what we would do after lunch. My arse twitched thinking about his cock shafting me, which only made my cock get harder still.
When Ian arrived I was a little too exuberant. I jumped up and almost squealed at seeing him, which must have been strange for most of the people in the coffee shop. Seeing a 240lb guy seem so excited at meeting a friend was weird to say the least.
Ian, as ever, was a model of sensibleness. He got a coffee and started to talk to me in a calm and confident voice.
“We need to get a plan together about how we can get Eddie from controlling you the way he does. It isn’t going to be easy as he’s well experienced at doing what he’s doing and we don’t know how the land lies.”
It all sounded very sensible, but I couldn’t offer any solutions and that seemed to irritate Ian.
“So, tell me what happens when you go round to his place?”
I recounted a typical evening going to Eddie’s. Arriving at the apartment, stripping naked, drinking the hypnotic protein shake and then being used and abused as a sex toy by Eddie and his various friends. I could tell Ian was thinking carefully about this. He said, “I think our opportunity lies in making sure we are ready for anything he does when you’re at the apartment. Tell me, I seem to remember you telling me he injected you with some type of drug one time”.
“Yes”, I said. “The first time I went there, he gave the protein drink and also injected me with some hypnotic in my arm. It sent me into a complete haze and I would do anything he asked me after that one”.
I could tell Ian was thinking hard about this. It was great that he wasn’t under Eddie’s influence as I found all of this too difficult to deal with after all the hypnosis and drugs which Eddie had fed me with over the last few months.
“OK” Ian said. “ I think I know how we’re going to deal with this, but you’re going to have to help me and it’s going to be dangerous. Either this could work or we could both be whoring for Eddie soon”.
I listened whilst Ian told me his plan. It was fairly straightforward but I was nervous as to how it would play out in real life. As Ian said, it could work or be a complete disaster.
After we’d gone over the details, Ian said “OK, let’s go back to my place and I’ll give you the fucking of a lifetime”. I couldn’t wait and within 15 minutes we’d left the coffee shop and were in Ian’s place, which was a great open plan apartment. Not huge, but plenty of space and a large bed in an alcove which had a leather sheet over the top.
Ian took me over to the bed and aggressively yanked my clothes off until I was naked. Our lips locked and we passionately kissed and started to grope each other. I was stiff as a board and as I reached down to Ian’s crotch, he was hard too. I sank to my knees and started to engulf his cock. It was divine. Hard, long and veiny, I pushed it to the back of my throat until I began to choke on it. My eyes started to water but I continued to envelope his beautiful cock with my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of his manhood and my own cock was beginning to leak pre-cum.
After a few minutes, Ian pushed me off his cock and on to my back on his bed. I was ready for whatever he had planned. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them over his shoulders and I knew what was to follow. I heard him spit into his hands and then felt him rub the saliva on to my hole. Next I felt the head of his cock at my arse as he began to push it home. As my sphincter gave way, I groaned and the air was forced from my lungs. He began to pump my hole and I began to feel the waves of excitement overwhelm me. He was a master of fucking and worked my arse until I was ready to faint. I yelped as I felt him jam his cock into my arse and began to pump his cum into my hole. Exhausted, I lay back and began to take in the immensity of what had just happened. Ian and me had coupled in the most intimate way. I felt at one with him and just like earlier, I felt the bond between us was more than just sexual.
After we’d come down from our sexual high, we both rested until we were ready for more action. We continued long into the night and I was the most sexually satisfied I had been in my life.
The next day was Saturday and to put Ian’s plan into effect, we both had to turn up to the gym and meet with Eddie. We arrived at 10ish and changed into our training gear. Me in a pair of bodybuilder baggies and string top and Ian in lycra wife beater and shorts. We really looked the part of the over-muscled meat packin’ bodybuilders with more weight in our arms than in our brains. We didn’t care, we both knew we could handle ourselves intellectually as well as physically; in fact, being so muscled gave us an advantage as people tended to underestimate us.
We did a humungous leg workout and then went to the juice bar to get some protein down our necks and, hopefully, meet up with Eddie. Sure enough, after downing our liquid lunches, Eddie turned up to talk to us. We both knew that I couldn’t resist his hypnotic influence, and sure enough after that stare into my eyes, I was confused and easily under his influence. It appeared too, like Ian was coming under his power as he seemed to become less focused and everything Eddie said, Ian quickly agreed to.
It wasn’t long before we were, all three, heading for Eddie’s apartment for what I knew would be a memorable sex scene. However, I was torn in my feelings. On the one hand, having more sex with Ian sent a shiver down my spine and stiffness to my cock. But on the other, the last thing I wanted to do was have sex with him when Eddie was clearly in control and I wasn’t able to fully connect with Ian due to his undue influence.
When we got through the door of Eddie’s apartment, I went into auto mode. I stripped of my clothes and walked to the centre of the room to await further instructions. Ian, on the other hand, was lead by Eddie to the dining table and sat down. Eddie started holding Ian’s hands and looking straight into his eyes. The scene in front of me was increasingly confusing to me. My lover was being entrapped by this muscleman pimp who would enslave him like he had done to Mike and me.
After 10 minutes or so of talking, Eddie went to a cabinet in the kitchen and got a couple of syringes which I knew were full of some sedative, hypnotic mind control drug. First he came to me and found the vein in my arm and injected. Submission overwhelmed me and I became harder than ever at the prospect at being used and abused by the man who had become my master. I watched and waited to see Ian meet his fate as Eddie approached him.
Eddie grasped Ian’s left arm and twisted it to find the vein. As he was about to push the sharp needle beneath his skin, all hell broke loose. I couldn’t fully take in what was happening. There was a commotion in the dining area as a short struggle broke out between Eddie and Ian. It didn’t last long as Eddie had been completely surprised by Ian’s supposed submissive trance. Ian had the syringe out of Eddie’s hand in a moment and had swiftly injected it, rather clumsily into Eddie’s arse cheek.
Ian had obviously understood that an injection into the muscle would take longer to work than one into the vein so as he continued to struggle with Eddie, he called me over and instructed me to hold Eddie in a submission position until he could get more of the drug into his system. He had seen where Eddie had got the drug and within a minute had more of the stuff and as Eddie continued to struggle beneath me, Ian injected the full amount into the vein in his left arm.
Pretty soon, Eddie was in a zombie like state like me. Ian basically had control over both of us as he was the only one not under the influence of Eddie’s mind control sex drug. The only difference was that now the man in control was on my side and ready to fuck Eddie up good style!
Ian had me lift Eddie along with him and ordered him into the playroom. Within a few minutes, his massively muscular obsidian frame was attached to the St Andrew’s cross which was angled against the wall. The stretch of his arms only served to accentuate his muscles and I looked upon him lustfully. Ian went about looking for kit in the room with which we could play. He gathered up a whole load of stuff and as he order me to suck Eddie’s cock, he got down to giving Eddie some more stimulation. First, the nipple clamps went on. Then a ball gag in his mouth and a leather mask over the rest of his face. Next came a butt plug, which Ian quickly lubed and forced up Eddie’s tight arse.
At this moment I wondered whether this was the first thing that Eddie had ever had up his arse. Ian certainly needed to use some force and the suppressed screaming that came from behind Eddie’s ball gag certainly suggested that he’d never had anything like that up his man cunt before. Finally, Ian pushed me off Eddie’s cock, which by now, was streaming copious amounts of pre-cum and slowly started to insert a huge catheter down Eddie’s long penis. The sound of horror and the look in his eyes made me certain this had never happened before. As the catheter went through the bladder sphincter, a quick shriek from Eddie and piss started to flow through the catheter and on to the floor in front of him.
I look at Eddie askance. I couldn’t believe that this man who had had me under his control for so long was the subject of Ian and my authority. Although I had to admit, it was mostly under Ian’s authority as I was still, like Eddie, under the control of his hypnotic drug and would do whatever Ian told me to do.
Ian took me to one side and held my face in his hand and kissed me full on the lips with his tongue entering and exploring my mouth. When he broke off, he said, “I need to speak with Eddie alone, you can’t hear what I have to say and I don’t want you to be involved in this”. I agreed and went outside into the main living room and waited for Ian’s return. In fact, I found some bodybuilder porn on the TV and spent the next hour or so happily wanking away as I watched some of my mates at the gym hard at it with each other. Clearly, this was another sideline Eddie had; filming illicit porn of his bodybuilder acolytes and then selling it on for profit. There seemed to be no end to the ways Eddie would exploit his gym members for profit.
After an hour or so, Ian came out of the room and went over to a picture on the wall. It hinged away to the side to expose a safe behind it which he had quickly opened and retrieved a small black book, a large stash of cash and a set of keys. He went back to the dungeon playroom, closed the door and locked it with one of the keys from the ring he had taken from the safe.
“OK”, he said, “let’s get into the bedroom and really enjoy some sex. Eddie is going to be happy in there all night and we can deal with him properly in the morning”.
Bearing in mind that I was still under the influence of the drug that Eddie had given me, I was enthusiastic about getting laid in the bedroom with Ian. In fact, the combination of my lack of inhibition and the effect that Ian’s muscular body had on me meant that it was probably the most committed and dirty sex I had ever had. I licked all the way up Ian’s body from between his toes to his armpits not leaving an inch uncovered. Feeling every vascular vein and every bump of his hyper inflated muscular body sent me into overdrive. I sucked his nipples for what seemed like an age and all the while, Ian spoke to me softly about what he was going to do to me later and how we would live our lives together in the future.
I devoured his cock and sucked at if it was the last thing I would ever have in my mouth. It pushed against the back of my throat and the gag reflex took over; Ian just used this as a reason to push further and get my neck accustomed to his length in my throat. After a while he grappled me over on to my back and started the fucking of my life. I was so hazy and under the influence that the fucking itself eventually made me come and I lay back on the bed exhausted. But it didn’t stop there. After I had recovered, Ian got some lube and started to work a couple of fingers up my arse. I was so used to being fucked that I instinctively relaxed my sphincter and more fingers went it. In no time at all, he had the full fist inside me and I was catapulted to a place in sexual ecstasy that I don’t think I had ever been to before.
The night continued like this for some time, and by the final orgasm, I realised that the effects of the drug had fully worn off and this was the real me and the real Ian making love together. This confirmed me in my belief that we were meant to be together for the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
Ian and me have lived together for the last two years. My life has changed so much and all for the better. Our plan to overcome the tyranny of Eddie had worked. Ian had taken some psychology lessons and had learned how to resist the initial hypnotic suggestion which Eddie used to get his victims to his apartment. After that it had all been quite simple. Over powering Eddie, we injected him with his hypnotic potion and Ian had spent the time in the dungeon reprogramming him to follow his and my instructions.
Eddie now lived the life that I had followed. He was only interested in building more muscle and despite his enormous size when he was in charge, Ian and I had got him, through a tough regime of eating, training and most of all steroids and growth hormone, to put an extra 40lbs of muscle on his massive frame. The time he wasn’t in the gym, we rented him out to many of the clients that I had seen and we only ever got enthusiastic reports back. Eddie’s transformation from dominant top to submissive bottom was complete. He could take anything from a small cock to a large dildo or even a fist up his arse and he always wanted more.
We’d also got Eddie to sign over the ownership of both his apartment and the gym to Ian and me. It wasn’t too hard as we could take him to his solicitors under the influence of the drugs and he would instruct them accordingly. Ian kept his job in the IT industry and I ran the gym, which kept us in a very nice lifestyle.
In fact, life couldn’t be better. Ian and I continued to put on good size and over the course of the next few years, we both won the British Bodybuilding Championships and so won our pro cards, which allows us to compete professionally, which we both intend to pursue. The sex is as good as ever and although I never thought it at the time, meeting Eddie really was the making of PeteMuscle.
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