This is Tyler, he was top of his class heading into his senior year of high school. Slightly older than most students he had just turned eighteen at the beginning of summer before he was planning on easily graduating as valedictorian of his class. His parents had surprised him by blowing up at learning he had started dating a young man in college. They had deluded themselves into believing that Tyler would just be a late bloomer with girls, willfully ignoring all the obvious signs that their son was very gay. Telling him that he would have to go to some church program, or be kicked out. Tyler had never had any sort of job, but couldn’t bear the thought of going to what he could only assume was some sort of medieval conversion camp.
Tyler was in luck, (or so he believed,) he had a gay uncle who his parents had always kept away. He did however have his uncle’s phone number, texting him he was in need of a place to stay. This would indeed have been fortunate if uncle Byron hadn’t been something of a sadist, who was happy to have a young mind to mold. He planned on making this boy into a steady stream of revenue, he knew he could turn this bright boy into an empty headed cam model. Tyler arrived with a car loaded with books and clothes mostly, his parents frozen him out for weeks, but gave him a list of things he was approved to take with him, signed and left on a table for him to find. He was deeply in need of support and care, the drama with his parents had even interfered and then ended his relationship. To have someone already so broken was going to make Byron’s goal so much easier.
Byron had to start work fast it was only three weeks until Tyler started school again. He had tried out some techniques on a few guys since college. He was always obsessed with the idea turning guys into the brainless objects he dreamed of, and had refined a technique of doing this. Tyler was going to fund uncle Byron turning this into a real business, the business of turning men into muscle gods with pliant minds. He spent the first night just showing Tyler around the apartment, making dinner and listening to Tyler he was obviously depressed so he gave endless supportive platitudes. Tyler was opening up to his uncle Byron as he had never done before assuming he should trust not only an uncle but a gay uncle who could understand his problems. Unfortunately Byron really just listened for details he could use against the poor boy.
The next morning they were going to Byron’s gym first thing. As they were leaving he gave Tyler a pre workout spiked with a mixture of mdma and an amphetamine from Malaysia that created an incredible euphoria. Tyler was expecting a nice clean gay gym, this place was a little grimy and smelled worse than any high school locker rooms. Soon though he was having more fun than he had ever had in his whole life. He was completely wrecked after a few hours of making him test his strength. Thanks to the drugs he was not phased when byron told him he usually had a couple of drinks and a joint after a workout like that, tyler wasn’t going to join but not bothered as he usually would be. By the time they reached the apartment Tyler had agreed to the drink. This would have k as a mixer, he would soon be floating on waves of relaxation this went on every day increasing dosages adding capsules of magic mushrooms telling him they were vitamins, he was already taking a few of those pills in addition to the several capsules a day until three days before the start of the school year. He told Byron he couldn’t go to the gym because he had to go get all the supplies and books he needed to start the year. To celebrate Byron gave Tyler several hundred dollar bills to get anything he needed, and proceeded to get out what he said was a very special joint. He handed this to a greedy looking nephew. Tyler had begun to realize he liked the lazy stoned feeling after a long workout. Besides he had time and money to spare before school actually started. This joint wasn’t just special it was amazing, his uncle began asking him questions after just a few puffs he couldn’t spell his first name and remember what he had been saying by the end of it.
He went to the mall by himself, not only did he want to surprise everyone with his new body, that had quickly gained 30 pounds of muscle, but he had also been skipping showers and wearing clean clothes, he would think of it, but he was usually told to take a pill or capsule or puff something. He was easily controlled by drugs blissing Tyler out but he was only sleeping a couple hours a night, and had been for almost 3 weeks, his brain was mush when he wandered in for clothes books etc. Byron was called 45 minutes after he had dropped Tyler off, he was ready. He got in the car with 4or 5 bags and didn’t say a word until we were out of the parking structure. “Like it was hilarious, that joint hit me so hard man! Like I couldn’t count money! I just found all this cool gear, I passed an ap calc test, I couldn’t figure out the money! He broke into a braying slightly manic laugh. When his uncle asked him if he had bought any school supplies, again he burst into childish laughter. He had found himself to very prone to giggles lately, Byron knew why, but encouraged Tyler to find endless humor in his degrading mental abilities. He is quickly forgetting all the pleasures he took in achieving, giving into a simple existence that was geared towards pleasure. The teachers and students are going to be surprised this valedictorian can no longer seam to spell the word.
Should there be a part 2?
