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I hadn’t even taken off my shoes from walking into my apartment when I heard my roommate calling me from his bedroom.

“Hey Joey, come in here!”

Jesus. I just got in from work and already I have to deal with Ben again. Sometimes you just want a minute to yourself to relax, right? And it felt lately like I never had a quiet second alone- Ben had always acted like he owned the entire place since day one, and it had only gotten worse since he’d started working remotely. It seems like he only leaves to go to the gym or to go get drunk with one of his ex-frat bro friends.

I sighed and set my bag down.

“What is it, Ben?”

“You won’t believe who I ran into today at the gym,” he called, as I slumped up the hallway to his room.

Another empty-headed jock? I wanted to say. How can you even tell them apart?

“Who’s that?” I asked, feigning interest.

“Michael,” said Ben. “Your ex.”

I stopped. Great. When assholes collide. I turned into Ben’s room. He sat on his bed shirtless, leaning against his headboard, his meaty legs barely contained by a pair of blue gym shorts.

“We talked about you,” Ben continued. “I told him you’d been a pain in the ass lately.”

“Hey, fuck you!” I snapped, my anger rising.

“Michael said you can get that way,” Ben said calmly, seeming not to notice or care. “He said he had a little solution for when you got too uptight.”

Oh fuck. I thought. He wouldn’t fucking dare.

“Don’t you even fucki-”

“Sleepy Boy.”

The shout died in my throat. It felt like a battering ram had just hit my chest.

“Well, I’ll be fucked,” said Ben, grinning.

“Don’t… you…” I mumbled. “Fuck you, you….”

“Sleepy Boy,” said Ben again, assertive.

My hands fell to my side.

“Sleepy boy.”

My jaw hung loose. Unwanted relaxation flooded my body. I was… I was angry? Right? Wasn’t I? About… something…

“Sleepy boy.”

Mmmm, that warm feeling, flooding my shoulders, suddenly no longer tight. I was almost swaying on my feet. So relaxed, so… calm.

“Like I was saying,” Ben continued. “You’ve been a real upright prick lately. Annoying as fuck when you get home.”

Hmm? Had I been? Huh.

“But now you’re not,” he smiled. “Because you’re my dumb little Sleepy Boy.”

Mmmm, yeah. That sounded nice.

“No stress. No nagging your roommate. Just happy and dumb, knowing that I’m in charge here, right, Sleepy Boy?”

“You’re… in charge….” I mumbled.

“In fact, whenever you come home, your brain just empties right out, doesn’t it, Sleepy Boy?”

Yeah. Just empty. That’s why it was so relaxing to come home. I didn’t have to worry about anything here.

“Whenever you see me, you get happy, and relaxed, because you never have to think anymore.”

So happy to see Ben. Because he’s in charge. So nice that he can think for me.

“And when I’m shirtless, Sleepy Boy, you get excited. Because you like to see me shirtless, don’t you?”

My heart leapt in my chest as I looked at Ben’s hairy pecs. They were… so nice to look at. So meaty, and… I wished I could just stare at them forever.

“Mmmm….” I managed.

“Because you’re whoever I want you be when you’re home, right Sleepy Boy?”

Every time he said those magic words…. it just felt so… right, so, relaxing. My brain feeling like it was being continuously dunked in a warm bath.

“Like, if I want you to be my little Pit Pig, you’ll want to smell my pits, won’t you, Sleepy Boy?”

He raised his arm.

Fuck, I did. I really did.

“Because you know if you smell me, you’ll get even happier and dumber, and more relaxed, won’t you?”

I would. Oh god, if I could just bury my nose in there.

I must have been almost drooling.

“Awww,” cooed Ben. “You’re my dumb little pit bitch, aren’t you? My empty-headed, little scent whore.”

I was.

“You need my smell, don’t you, Sleepy Boy?”

It hit like fire in my chest. God, yes, I needed it. I needed his hot, musky smell deep in my lungs.

“It makes you so dumb, and so horny, doesn’t it, boy?”

My boner twitched in my pants.

“Yes….” I whispered.

Ben gave a cocky half-grin, staring at me.

“Well come get it, Sleepy Boy.”

I practically jumped toward his upraised arm, burying my face in his pit.

Fuck.

As I inhaled, I could feel my whole mind crumble. His manly scent, I just needed-

I inhaled again.

It just washed over everything, no other thoughts, just that-

Ben. Smell.

“Good boy,” Ben said, and I could faintly feel his hand on the back of my head, pulling me in further.

Ben. Inhale. His. Him. Ben, in charge. So happy.

“Good Sleepy Boy.”

So dumb, so empty. Breathe. Fuck, his dumb little pit boy. Breathe, more.

Some part of my brain barely registered Ben as he continued to say… something.

How I wasn’t his roommate anymore, just his stupid little pit whore. How grateful I was to live with him, to be owned by him.

Breathe. Him. His. So lucky.

How I couldn’t hold a thought in my head the second I saw him shirtless. How much I needed his smell, how submissive it made me feel.

Breathe. Full, empty, need.

How horny I’d be when he smiled. How even eye contact would bring me to my knees.

Breathe, so… happy, so…

“Now give me a smile, Sleepy Boy,”

I grinned, stupidly. I was fully collapsed on his massive frame.

There’s was only Ben. His smell. His chest. Breathe.

“That’s the way things are going to be now, Sleepy Boy. Say goodbye to any other thoughts.”

Goodbye.

“Good Sleepy Boy. My dumb little Sleepy Boy.”

Breathe. Yes. Again. His. His. Dumb. His.

Breathe, proof of him, his. Yes.

Dumb. Full. Empty.

Breathe.

Sleepy.

Breathe.

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Then, the faith talk. How faith or being out-and-proud modern-day faithful Christian has led to hate comments and harsh DM. How he is embracing the faith even more. But something else lurked there. An alignment to other forces. Other concept of thought. It led him to a spiral of thoughts.

The independent research becomes obsessive. The doctrine becomes more and more believable and logical the deeper he digs. The exposure has been enough and interlinkages has been established. These concepts are all intertwined and necessary for the greatness of America. So then, the faith-based message twisted into one filled about submission to men, obedience to men, servitude to men, the rule and order established by logical men and not emotional women, with the twist of him being the example of men being listened to and should be served properly.

It takes its final form in the shape of talking points in a podcast alongside fellow bros or Instagram reels or Tiktok about American supremacy, American greatness, American power, American might, and other thing Americans with the underline of America is great again. In this day and age where young men are trying to look up to certain aspirational role models, he's perfectly capable to represent youth voices and speaking about things that mattered for youth and that's why his followers will lap his content up like a true, loyal believer to the cause he championed

I lounged back on my bed at first, arms spread wide in my Ole Miss hoodie, smirking down at the pathetic liberal faggot kneeling on my floor. This shit is too easy — and way too fun.

“Look at you, already shaking on your knees in a real man’s room,” I drawled, voice low and cocky. “What a fucking joke. Bet you’ve been dreaming about this since you first saw me around campus. A big, dumb, muscular Rebel like me owning your weak liberal ass.”

I stand up, peeled the hoodie off slowly, flexing my thick arms and chest just to watch his eyes bulge. Then I turned, giving him the full view of my tattooed back and tight ass while pretending to rummage in the closet. I can feel his stare burning into me. Hilarious. I casually turned my head and flashed my signature smirk. The faggot's flinched, he's obviously staring at my ass

I spin back around, shirtless and pumped, and casually lifted my leg, planting my big white-socked foot right in his face. The sole pressed against his nose and lips. I flexed my thick thigh and grinned.

“Go on, bitch. Sniff it. Worship a straight alpha’s sweaty foot like the desperate faggot you are. This is what you live for, isn’t it? Getting verbally destroyed by superior conservative muscle while your kind loses every election and every argument.”

I pressed my sock harder against his mouth, sneering with mock disgust even as I laughed internally.

“Yeah, that’s it. Lick it, loser. Bury your face in my foot while I tell you the truth: you’re nothing but a sniveling, cum-hungry liberal queer who exists to serve real men like me. My cock’s not even getting hard. Stays completely soft because you’re that fucking repulsive. But you? You’re about to ruin your pants just from this.”

I watched him break — whimpering, grinding his face into my sock, body trembling. A dark, wet spot started spreading in his crotch as thick ropes of cum pumped uselessly into his underwear. Hands-free. Pathetic.

I keep my foot planted on his face, laughing coldly as he squirt through the last spurts.

“Fucking disgusting. Look at you creaming yourself like a broken toy while my dick doesn’t even twitch. Get the fuck out of my room, you worthless little—”

And then the mask slipped, just for a second.

In the back of this meat mind, the real me — scrawny, pale, hateful, "dork" as this dumb jock put it, who’d spent years seething in silence — grinned with pure satisfaction. This dumb, muscular meat puppet had been so easy to possess while he slept after practice.

Big, empty-headed conservative himbo body, perfect vessel. Nobody suspected a thing.

I’d always hated Alby and his kind of particular coastal liberal nerd. The smug, little activist prick who thought he's better than everyone and who acted like he represented everyone that looked like him. Well, fuck him and his kind, that's why I took this sleeping hunk’s body and turned it into my personal humiliation puppet to taught these city pricks not to mess around and stop espousing their belief like it's some sort of Biblical wisdom everybody have to follow. Plus, he's my biggest competitor for Rhodes, so of course I need to ensure he's not gonna threaten my standings. A degrading video like this would certainly steer away any scholarship committee and I'll make sure to dangle it everytime he's trying to act out of line. Every degrading word, every flex, every press of this superior foot against his face — it's all me. The bitter, overlooked incel finally getting revenge by making the liberal faggot cum in total shame at the feet of the alpha he could never be.

I lowered the foot slowly, still wearing the jock’s cocky smirk on the outside, while inside I savored the sight of my rival reduced to a dripping, humiliated mess on the floor.

“Clean yourself up and crawl out, faggot,” I said with the alpha’s deep voice. “And remember who owns you now.”