hypnoJocks

See? One of them is my previous opponent and the other is the ref of the match. Neither of them could resist me. Once the heat of the match was on, and I started to sweat, an intoxicating, hypnotic musk invaded their mind. My opponent gave in first and started to worship the source immediately. When the ref saw what's happening he tried to end the match and separate the two of us. Little did he know that by that time my former opponent already joined my team and was under my total control, obeying everything I told him. I only had to command him and he grabbed the judge and pushed him to my shorts to make him mine. He might have gotten too much as ever since then he can't stop sniffing and worshipping me.

The two of you went to workout together. You knew he's tough, and expected a hard workout, and if you think about that you got it. It all started when things started to get intense and he started sweating. His scent hit your nose. You inhaled it. Little did you know that it started to change you. Normally it would have been an odor you wouldn't notice, but this... This was something different. It's stinky and arousing at the same time. Gotta focus. It's your turn on the bench and he spots you. You're lying under his balls where the smell is concentrated. You feel weak and not only because of the boner you try to hide. He removes his shirt. You get a view of his sculpt torso glistening in sweat. It's his turn. You spot him. You can see his chest contracting. How did you not notice before how superior he is? You both take a rest. Sitting in front of each other. He lift his arms. It's like he's inviting you. You accept the invitation and go there for a sniff. And lick. You have no idea what hit you, others might see you, but you just don't care. He smirks. At this moment he grabs something from his bag. A pair of shiny shorts. He removes his sweatpants and changes them to the shorts. In front of... Everyone else? You can see stains on the shorts. Possibly he's wearing them for a while. You just can't take your eyes off. It's so captiring so mesmerising. And as he goes for another round the air from his crotch flows towards your face. You completely lose it. You crawl there and place your head in between his thighs and start to kiss his balls. He looks at you and smirks again. He sits up and drives your head on his crotch. He grabs something else from his bag. A leather collar that he places on your neck. It haa been steeping in the smell off the shorts, now you can feel him all around. His smell dampens alk your thoughts expect serving him. He is your god now.

I had a hunch that when I found these shorts the luck stepped to my side. When I raised them from the ground I was confused. I wasn't sure if someone just left it here, or it dropped out of someone's bag. I gave it a whiff. My whole body was trembling. I have no idea what scent I felt, but it was damn good. My cock went hard in an instant and I couldn't stop sniffing it. I almost lost it when I heard something from behind the doors. I have to hide these shorts. And my boner. Quickly I pulled down my pants, put on the shorts then my pants back and started to go to the direction of the noise. The shorts were hugging my legs stroking my cock, further arousing me. I need to focus. I need to keep my cool. At least until I learn what was that noise.

I opened the door and looked around. There I saw a tall guy standing next to the wall. His look is best described by the word: scally. Not too slim, but not muscled, buzz cut hair, chains in the neck, trackies on his body.

"How could you do that?" he asked me and honestly I had no idea what he was meaning... Maybe he saw me?

"Answer me! How could you resist it?" I got even more confused than before. "Where the fuck are the shorts?"

And I started to understand it... I pulled my pants down.

"Are you looking for this?"

My guy stood there frozen. His eyes were basically glued to me. To the shorts especially. I looked down and I realised that I oozed a significant amount of precum into it. I felt embarrassed. But at the same time, it felt so good. I could also feel the scent of the shorts mixing with my pre. Fucking arousing. I gave my balls a grab and adjusted the bulge. His eyes followed. Adjusted again. His eyes followed. Moved my bulge up and down. His eyes followed. I stepped closer, he stepped closer. When he got so close that he couldn't see the bulge he knelt. He fuckin knelt... I walked closer to him so he could see my bulge from really upclose. I heard him breathing deep. Similar to how I breathed when I found them. I knew exactly what was happening to him. Only it's now the scent of my pre that he feels.

Haha, look at yourself. I couldn't unsee those lustful peeks you took while I was benching. Wherever I went you followed me, your eyes were glued to me. You even forgot to start your sets, you just sat and drooled. Like you do now in the locker room. Although I thought this comfrontation will be more eventful. At least you could try to deny that you get a crush on me. The shorts? I bought them second hand for peanuts. I thought they will be good to sweat in them. What? A blog that brainwashes people into submitting to these shorts? Lol. Wait, I'm taking a video. Tell that part again how much of a god I am and that you will obey me. And don't leave out the part where you begged me to sniff my crotch you dirty perv. That's going to generate me a fortune on OF. And actually I don't mind having a slave to do my bidding.

Is that you want so badly? Tell them how much you want and crave it. Don't be shy, share your thoughts.

Coach is under my control for years now. He's in a bliss ever since he gave in to my control and does my bidding. Just look at his bank smile as he stands there. He thought he was in charge, but I made him recognise who he really is. And why do I tell it to you? Do you think it is a coincidence that you called me a fag and and hour later coach wanted to talk to you? Don't try to escape. I told him to lock the door. Now coach... Bring him to me and make him kneel. That's a good coach. Now force his head into my crotch. We're going to speed up the process you've been going through. You can try to resist, but coach is just too strong for you, and besides you can already feel the scent of my shorts and I can see it on you that the shine already captured you. Soon brute force won't be necessary to keep you here. Push him a bit closer, slave. That's it. How do you like a fags bulge stroking your lips? How do you like to inhale the scent of his sweaty balls. You might cry, you might try to pull your head off, but look at yourself. You already started to kiss my balls. Don't resist any longer. Give in to the coach's strength and my hypnotic power. You will be as happy as coach. Your blinks are getting longer. You can feel the fog of my musk sitting on your brain. Your kisses start to be more passionate. Caring. Obedient. That's it fag. Keep on worshipping my shorts. Coach, I think your job there is done. Come, give me a kiss and I might allow the fag to worship you as well.

If you're curious how I captured coach you can read it here:

I knock on the door and a man in his late 30s opens the door. One thing I have to admit that his shoulders, arms and chest have a respectable size. He wears nothing but a pair of gym shorts. It looks soft and silky. Maybe they are satin boxers? I can't tell and I don't want to stare him too much.

"Would you please come in?" He said chuckling. Damn, I must have stared for too long. He showed me where the issue is and I started to fix it.

I got out from under the counter to get one of my tools when I faced his shorts again. He was standing next to me, looking down at me. My eyes went back and forth between his eyes and shorts.

"Can I get you something to drink? It looks like it's not only me who is suffering from the heatwave" he said, and lifted his arms to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. A sweet yet strong scent hit my nose. Is it possible that it's coming from his pits?

"Thanks, I'm good. I'm going to fix your issue in no time." Fuck. This scent is allover the place. I should really hurry and leave this weirdo. Gym shorts. Shiny old school gym shorts. Maybe he was working out before I arrived? His muscles look really swole. And that could explain this powerful smell.

"Drop your shirt at least. It's only the beginning of the day, I don't want you to go to your next assignments overly sweaty"

"It's okay man, I only have one more after you and that's it for today." I said yet I have removed my shirt and went back to work. The pipes were almost disassembled when I realised what just happened. Why did I do what he said? That makes no sense. And why is he still standing there? I should charge him for watching me. Every time I peek out, I see his shorts. Is he... Bulging? It looks like the lights are being reflected differently at his crotch area. Looks sexy. Maybe I should get a pair like this... But... What are these thoughts?? I gotta clean my head, and then get out of here. But first his pipes. That's my priority. My client needs to be served. Okay... That was weird again. Wait... Is he grabbing his crotch? Fucking perv. A sexy perv to be honest. I wonder how it might feel to touch those silky shorts over his hard bulge. Does it have the same strong and arousing scent as his pits?

Gotta focus and go.

"I think I found what's causing the block... Here we have... A... Butt plug? Sir that's getting too weird. I'm assembling it and I go."

"I insist you stay. And assemble the butt plug into your ass."

I removed my pants and put the plug in. I was kneeling in front of him. His bulge so close to my face. No, it doesn't have the same smell. It's similar, but it's a thousand times stronger. And more arousing. I inhale deep. I look up to him. Suddenly all my fear and anger disappeared. I relax my jaws and my lips pop a bit open.

"Good boy. I think you should cancel your next client. You need to focus on me fully."

I grab my phone and dial. I keep looking into his eyes as I hold the phone.

"Dear madam, I'm Joe the plumber. I'm sorry to tell you but I need to cancel you today. I... I have a huge pipe to fix... Today... Might last... For more time... I... I will contact you when I'm free" I tried to talk but his bulge kept stroking my lips and I couldn't resist to kiss it. Those silky strokes feel amazing, better than I imagined. And that occasional buzz in my ass just drives me wild. I'm sure that I'm spilling some pre and I let a few moans out while talking. "Thank you for your understanding. I'll be in touch... " I said and dropped the phone.