O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Strange Vibrations (hypno)

by Seekingsometruth

It is a little strange moving back to my college town, having been a way for a few years, but it feels good to see familiar landmarks and to not really have to start all over again. I’m living on the outskirts of an urban area in an apartment until I find a more permanent place; work and income are taken care of and now I am looking for a gym. I’m a little bummed that I can’t use the gym at my former university, but I remembered that a guy I shared a floor with used a local fitness center. He said it was a little expensive, but that the trainers were very dedicated and gave a lot of personal attention. He wasn’t the brightest guy on our floor, he did well in school but at times he zoned deep. Regardless, I remember him saying that it was well worth it, whatever it cost. Come to think of it, I can even remember the logo from one of his sweatshirts, it just said GYM, but the letter Y was a barbell stood up on its end, with two little dumbbells making the two upper arms.

It took a couple days, but I eventually found the GYM. Word of mouth didn’t help me at all as I asked around. I eventually ran across an old blog online that mentioned the location. It seems like a girl was upset because the GYM took up so much of her guy’s life that they broke-up. It was located at one of the back entrances of a high-rise downtown. The location seemed a little off the beaten path, but there was ample parking in the garage nearby and although the back ally appeared to be somewhat intimidating, only guys from the gym would be using it and one would think they could take care of themselves. When I went to open the door with the GYM logo on it, it was locked, but next to the door was a box of pamphlets with information about the GYM. Nothing about cost or general hours of operation, just a notice that ‘potentials’ should come on Wednesday or Friday evenings at 6 pm, that they should plan on being conditioned, to take a tour and complete a workout that will take a minimum of two hours. ‘Potentials’ should also have little or nothing to do the following day as the session will be exhausting. I immediately took this as a scare tactic to keep seasonal folks out and only dedicated people in. I wanted to be dedicated and as it was Friday afternoon, I’d be back at 6 to see what this was all about.

The sun hadn’t set yet, but it was getting dark between the tall buildings. After parking my car in the garage, I made my way to the entrance. I was wearing some standard gym clothes, a dark green shirt designed to wick away sweat and some black mesh shorts. I had my gym bag with a towel and some water, too. When I reached the door and pulled, I was actually surprised to find it was open. Inside was a big open space and everything was painted bright white, and I could hear a low hum, something similar to very deep base; almost imperceptible. I thought it might be something with the water pressure in the pipes for such a tall building. I felt a little wave of anxiety course through my body which is typical when I start something new, but I got over it and hiked up the two flights of metal steps in the middle of the room. I had to open a second door at the top of the steps, and once I did I was again surprised.

I entered a small comfortable waiting room space roughly 12 ft by 8 ft. There was a plant on a corner table across from me and a black pleather looking couch to my right, on some grey carpeting that matched the walls. There was also another door on the wall to my left painted solid black. The GYM logo was painted on the wall opposite me and a sign was hung telling me to please take a seat and that someone will be with me shortly. As the door closed behind me, I heard, actually it’s more like I felt the vibrating hum again, but it was much more pronounced. I paid it little attention and took a seat on the couch. As I sat there, the hum intensified and it was almost as though the couch was a massage chair. I really began to enjoy the feeling. I spread my legs a little and let my balls enjoy the pleasurable vibration. I spread my legs some more and stretched my arms across the back of the couch, I let my head tilt back to rest on the cushion which allowed the vibration to massage my neck and head. It was obvious now that I was aroused as evidenced by the tent in my shorts. I realized more than ever how much I liked muscle and wanted to be covered in muscle, whatever the cost. I was staring ahead at the GYM logo, completely empty-headed when the black door opened and I was jarred back to reality.

I began to apologize without taking notice of the man who had walked into the room. He hushed me and said he was sorry I had to wait out here for over half an hour and to please stand for a quick once-over. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but more concerning, had I really been zoned out for that long? The man was the mold for all men, I swear it. He was about 6’4”, short brown hair that was styled a bit, but looked more like an overgrown buzz cut. His beard was dark and trimmed short. He had the perfect male form, tight V shape, big muscles that were toned and not overly bulky, and he had a healthy tan with bright teeth and pale green eyes. He was wearing what appeared to be a sweat suit of some sort, but it was made from a high shine plastic looking material. Maybe vinyl? It wasn’t skin tight, but it was very close to it, with just enough extra space to allow for a full range of motion. A silver version of the GYM logo was on his upper left chest and I could see it on the upper left portion of the pants. He also had two silver stripes down the arms and legs of the suit. I was completely distracted and began to get aroused again. I was reminded for some reason of how much I like muscle, and wanted to be covered in muscle, whatever the cost.

He told me that he knew I had potential and that he wanted to get a sense of my current physical form before moving forward. I became completely passive when he firmly grasped the back of my neck and walked me in a near circle to better position me near the black door. I followed the pressure he applied on my neck with little resistance. He told me he would be my coach if he accepted me. I was busy looking at the way the light reflected in the folds of his gear when I heard him approving of my legs. The hum was present again and I enjoyed the calming sensation it gave me as it passed through my body, I was distracted when I felt him feel the inside of my groin. I was rock hard and he knowingly brushed my cock with his smooth sleeve, causing me to physically sigh in pleasure. “Good, good,” he said. “Are you ready to give whatever it costs to join this gym?”

“What?” I asked, focusing on the Coach again.

“Are you ready to give whatever it costs to join this gym? I don’t often repeat myself, boy.”

“Well, I am pretty much sold on it, but I did want to take the tour.” I followed up with, “and I really love muscle and want to be covered in muscle.”

“I know you do boy. Obedience to me will result in the physique you are after. No questions, just strict obedience. Can you do that for me today, boy?”

“Yes, I can do that,” I said without hesitating.

“Good. Begin by always referring to me as Coach.”

“Sure, Coach.”

He then motioned for me to follow him through the black door. Before us and through the frame, stood a large metal turning door, similar to what you might see at an amusement park. A rotating series of bars granted entrance on the right, but another series of bars prevented exiting the opposite side. I looked at Coach, but before I could say anything, he said “Just move forward boy, I’ll show you how to exit when the time comes.”

After passing through the gated entrance, we approached a typical looking fitness center front desk. There were fake plants around, and some clipboards. There wasn’t a lot of color to the place, but at random places on all the walls there were brushed-metal circles that protruded a millimeter or two from the wall just slightly, and I sensed that they were the source of the hum and vibration I had come to enjoy. The teenager behind the desk was a very skinny blond, and he wore the same slick black suit as Coach. While I could see the muscular form of coach through his gear, it looked like it hung on this boy like a hanger, smooth and flat. I turned to coach and asked “Does everyone here where one of these suits?”

He responded, “These are designed after the sauna suits you’ve probably seen in those youtube workout videos, but with a few improvements. We are all wearing them today, much like you will be shortly,” he then patted my head gently and messed up my hair. I wasn’t sure what the youtube videos were that he referred to, but I was definitely going to look them up. He then motioned to the desk, “Jase, will help you with some forms while I prepare the conditioning room for you.”

I turned to the guy behind the counter, who was having trouble telling one form from another. He didn’t seem to have his wits about him. He eventually handed me a few forms and a clipboard when I noted that his suit didn’t have the silver stripes. The logos were in place, but instead he had a silver triangle with its base at his waist that narrowed over his crotch and disappeared between his legs.

“Interesting design on those pants there, Jase,” I remarked candidly.

“Huh? Oh yea, well, Coach tells me he wants me to wear this, so I do.”

“Do you always do exactly what Coach says, I mean really, all the time?”

“Oh yea, no one disobeys Coach. Anyway, I want to be covered in muscle, and obedience to Coach is the only way to make that happen, whatever the cost.”

It occurred to me that ‘whatever the cost’ was a theme that popped up around this place, but dedication is critical, so I guess I understand that. Just then Coach turned the corner, checked that I had completed the forms that requested pretty much all of my personal information and he asked that I leave my gym bag, wallet, keys, etc., with Jase. I felt a little uneasy, but I did as Coach asked. Coach’s strong hand clasped the back of my neck again, and I followed him around the corner.

“You are going to be one of my boys for the day. You will do exactly as I tell you without question. I guarantee you the results you are after if you obey me. Can you do that for one session, potential?”

Being referred to as ‘potential’ framed the situation for me more clearly. This guy was superior to me and had something I wanted. “Coach, this is a little intense, I’ll admit, but I’ll see it through today for sure.”

“Good boy.” Hearing him say that filled me with a curious sense of satisfaction. “You know, my name isn’t boy or potential, it’s Troy.”

“Well boy, I appreciate you letting me know, but you will respond when I call you boy from now on.”

I hesitated, but said “Yes, Coach.”

We walked into a private room with a few lockers and a bathroom off to the side. There were a few benches and the decorative circles were in this room too, but a series of them were in a row just at my line of vision, unlike anywhere else I had seen in the GYM.

“Undress for me boy, it is time to get you suited up and conditioned.”

“uh… yes, Coach,” was all I could muster.

I stripped down to my jockstrap, but coach came over with a pair of scissors and cut one of the bands before I could react.

“I need you naked, potential. I am going to rebuild you from scratch. For now, this suit will make your body conform to my plan for you. Step in.”

Coach handed me a small silver square that unfolded into a suit like the one Jase wore, but with the colors reversed. As I pulled the pants up I became increasingly aware of the shiny upside-down black triangle over my crotch. There was something cool and almost moist inside. Coach pulled the shirt over my head and acted like I was more of an object than a person. He began patting me down so the slick substance inside adhered to my skin and he ran his finger up my ass crack, tucking the suit inside.

“I like the way this looks on a new boy, so deal with it.”

“What!? Coach, I am not su….” The vibrating hum began again and the same pleasurable, erotic sensation from the couch coursed through my body triggering my cock to stand at attention. I looked around only to see coach moving towards me in his gear, which caused an unknown lust inside of me. I couldn’t believe I had gotten this far into this strange situation… I was even wearing one of these suits! Coach cupped my neck and walked me placidly over to the wall; I made no effort to struggle against his actions. He had me stand with the back of my head on the wall, and he adjusting two of the metal circles so they stood out perpendicular to the wall, each covering a side of my head. Coach placed some sort of restraint over each of my wrists and ankles, securing me against the wall. There was a whisper of resistance inside me, but the deep, constant vibration made me numb. It felt so good and I began to leak pre-cum into my suit.

“Yes boy, that’s right, go ahead and relax for Coach. You will obey; you’ve already agreed to obey. This is the first conditioning room, and not exactly what you were thinking I bet. Not that you’re thinking at all…(gentle, masculine chuckle).”

The hum began to fluctuate. It had already relaxed me and taken me into some sort of trance. Only then did a voice begin to register in my mind. It was saying something. Coach looked me square in the eye, “Listen for the voice, it will bring order to you mind, listen for it and get in synch with it, boy.” As I listened, it began to get crystal clear… “Yes, Sir,” were the last words I spoke as a free man.

“Relax, slow down your mind, obey, feel the vibration.
Being numb feels good, being dumb feels safe.
Every word makes you dumber.
Every word makes it harder to learn, so just relax, the vibration rules you.
Slow down your mind, obey, being dumb feels safe.
It’s hard to learn, hard to remember, hard to even read.
Reading is hard, words blur together, numbers are riddles.
It’s easier to be dumb, being dumb is fun, being dumb is easy.
Being dumb is sexy, muscle is sexy, the dumber you are the more muscle you’ll grow.
You need muscle and want to be covered in muscle, whatever the cost.”

Everything the voice said was true for me. I was vaguely aware of Coach standing to my side, massaging my crotch and milking me of my cum and free will, through the rubbery material of the pants where the upside down triangle was formed. I was beginning to sweat increasingly, and the vinyl sauna suit trapped the moisture and it was initiating a reaction with the substance that coated its insides, leading me down a path towards oblivion and obedience.

The voice never stopped. It was Coach’s voice. It was coach’s deep, sexy, rough male voice. It was so clear to me now. The vibrations I continued to feel gave me a sense of comfort now, they wrapped around me like a firm hug from a powerful, muscular man. The strange vibration now gave me a sense of stability.

“Reading is hard, it is tiring, and it makes you unhappy.
Books without pictures are trash,
Books with pictures are good.
Magazines are better.
You love muscle magazines
As you read less, you feel better. It feels good not to read.
It is easy to be dumb.
Dumb and sexy.
Be stupid. Slow down your mind. Relax and enjoy the vibrations.
It is fun to be dumb.
Being dumb is sexy.
It is easy to be dumb.
To be sexy, relax, listen and obey and be dumb.
You want to be numb, relax stupid,
Being dumb is easy. Muscle makes you dumb.
Relax, slow down your mind.
It is easy to be dumb and physical.
Being physical is good.
Feel your cock get physical.
The more you cum, the more dumb you will be.
Cum often, enslave yourself to muscle, and to Coach.
A simple mind is a happy mind; a happy mind is a simple mind.”

The vibrations from the circles impacted my entire being, impairing any ability I had to think for myself. I was literally shaken up, and everything the voice said made sense and became my truth. I wanted to become as much like Coach as possible. I was in love with Coach, and his touch. His hand on my cock, his presence in my life, combined it was the most erotic thing I had ever experience. I was open to his instruction in all things.

“Get physical. Your cock belongs to Coach.
Feel the pleasure of Coach controlling your cock.
Cum often, cum hard. Get dumb now.
Get physical. Your cock belongs to Coach now.
Don’t remember anything but how good it feels to be dumb.
You are dumb and need to obey.
You are dumb and sexy.
You need to be physical and obey Coach.
Coach is your Master.
It is easy to obey coach.
You are now his dumb slave.
Don’t think, be dumb.
Coach is your Master, you are his slave.
Coach is your Master, you are his slave.
Coach is your Master…

Jase was standing next to me with the same empty gaze as we looked at ourselves in the mirror. Our sauna suits were the same now. Mine had turned black like his and the triangle over my still erect cock had become silver. Coach knew when my conditioning was complete by the color change in the suit brought on by the reactants that were triggered by my sweat and cum. Coach approached us from behind and placed a hand on each of our shoulders, gently commanding us to kneel in his presence. I could see now that coach had an erection in his black pants and a new hunger was growing inside of me.

My entire body and mind tingled, similarly to a limb when it alone falls asleep. I owe this pleasurable sensation to Coach’s mere touch and I wasn’t sure what I wanted more, to feast on his manhood or feel it deep inside me. He is my Master in all things now. I am glad he saw the potential in me to be his boy. I like being dumb and obedient, so I can grow muscle and serve him. Coach has other needs beyond my willing obedience that I have not learned about yet, but I do know that he has only shown me the first of his conditioning rooms.

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