Despite being explicitly told not to touch any of the new experimental supplements the management of the gym had brought in early one morning, Holt couldn’t help himself. Being that he was always on the lookout for any means necessary to maintain his edge over the other competition in the fitness community, he raised his brow at the weird warnings on the side of one of the containers he’d picked up and laughed to himself.
‘”Only to be used by the suitably conditioned”? The hell do they think I am?!’ Holt scoffed in dismissal. Fitter than most men could ever dream of being, he assumed the warning referred to physical conditioning and immediately cracked the lid, mixing the pink powder into his water while trying his best to keep one eye on the doorway. If Johnny, one of the trainers who worked at the gym, saw him breaking into the stock after he’d trusted Holt enough to let him help in bringing the stuff in he’d never hear the end of it.
‘Down the hatch…’ He chuckled as put the bottle to his lips and chugged.
As the mouthful went down his throat Holt immediately realized his mistake and only just had enough time to widen his eyes in shock as his ability to think came crashing to a halt, thoughts slowing down until it felt like the moved through thick molasses.
‘Ugh…wha-?’ Holt slurred, bottle falling to the floor as his arms fell limply to his sides. It was so hard to think, like his brain had pins and needles. Every time Holt tried to put a thought together the sensation intensified, not only numbing his mind but sending a bolt of pleasure directly to his cock that, surprisingly enough for him, didn’t fade away after a moment or too.
Not that Holt knew it of course, but the two sensations created an infinite feedback loop that only relented until it inevitably ensured thoughtlessness. Every time he tried to think his brain would grow number and his cock would throb with an even greater pulse of pleasure, discouraging Holt from using one head and encouraging him to simply enjoy basking in the pleasure of the other, leaking, throbbing one.
Eventually Holt simply stood rooted to the spot. Utterly mindless and luxuriating in his spasming cock. The organ tented his exercise shorts to an obscene degree, the massive shape of it occasionally twitching upwards as the fabric that stretched over the head slowly soaked through with precome, the scent filling the air of the storage room.
That was how Johnny found him.
‘Oh, God damn it!’ He swore in exasperation as he quickly shut the door behind himself and crossed the floor to Holt, pausing along the way to pick up the bottle filled with the experimental supplement.
‘You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, ya big galoot?’ Johnny snarled as he raised an eyebrow at Holt’s erection, taken aback by it’s size, ‘Jesus! You’ve even downed more than some of the guys we’ve been brainwashing for years! It’s a wonder your even still standing…’
Johnny took a breath then and calmed down, eyes again drifting to Holt’s hard-on. The trainer licked his lips before continuing, a lusty gleam appearing in his eyes.
‘Good thing no one came in and saw you in such a state, huh, big guy?’ He teased, reaching a hand out and patting Holt’s stubbled jaw condescendingly, the action seemingly opening the floodgates as the blanked-out man’s jaw dropped open dumbly, drool running over his chin.
‘Ugh…’ Holt grunted, sounding for all the world like a caveman.
Johnny clapped his hands together and rubbed them in anticipation as he dropped to his knees, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Holt’s shorts and underwear simultaneously before pausing and looking up at the horned-up, empty shell the mountain of a man had inadvertently turned himself into.
‘Oh, well. Waste not, want not and all that. And it’s not like management weren’t going to start dosing you up eventually, stud…’
Hypnosis 