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I didn’t know Alex has the same ability as I do. We are both gays, blessed with a perfect mind controlling ability. When I first saw him at the gym, I knew that I want a new slave. His perky smile, his muscular build, the way he was tenting in his gym shorts… We even wore the same color… I wanted him as my slave. To lick my shorts, sniff my socks and suck my cock. So when we were alone in the gym around closing time I knew it was time to action. We were both in the locker room. I greeted him with a confident handshake, and looked sratight in his eye. Like he did. I knew it is time to act. I started to focus, to take him deeper and deeper. This is when I realized that he is the same as me. That he wants the same from me. He wants me to be addicted to his jockstraps smell, to lick his ass noon and night, whenever he wants it. I felt that he sends me the same signals as I send to him. He asked me to relax, and give in… Our power was even, so I knew I have to disctract him, so I started to rub his dick with my feet. It needs a lots of concentration to keep up with me, but when a guy is aroused he can not focus. That was the plan. I felt as my socks are touching his shorts. Those shiny, and bulging shorts. He has quite a size. He did the same to me, as his feet reached my balls, it instantly took an affect of me. I love when someone rubs my dick through my shorts. My pants grew smaller from minute to minute. Then he started to talk to me again.

“It feels good isn’t it? To be aroused by a god like me. Even if you say no, your dick can not lie to me. You enjoy it. You enjoy having me in control, admit it. You feel as your power gets weaker and weaker with every rub.”

And it did. I spent weeks collecting slaves for my own pleasure, but it didn’t happen that they fought back. I was into them, but they didn’t have the strength to stand against me. But Alex was different.

“I know you want to look at my bulge. I know you feel it is big, but you want to see it. And damn, my balls are getting so sweaty after this hard workout. You might even feel it from that distance. If you can’t then let me help you.”

He waved his hands, so the smell can get into my nose. It was intense, like a real mans scent. I took deep breaths of it unconsciously. I wanted more. I wanted to feel it closer.

“That’s it boy. Take those breaths in… And out… Just like I say in… and out… You want to sniff it from closer, don’t you? But before you sniff it, don’t you want to see how big it is? How powerful it is? Just a quick look, it won’t hurt anybody”

And I believed him, and that was the moment when he took the advantage. I looked down, but at that instance, my focus was broken. It shattered in pieces, but he was still focusing on my enslavement. I felt like something would grab my head and pull it into his lap. I tried to resist for a while, but then again some hand waves, and I wanted to sniff even more then before. My head was in his lap, mind mind started to get empty. But I was happy, because the silky material touched my lips, and I could also feel his sausage, as it was hard as rock. I took deep sniffs from close up. It was mesmerizing. It took control over my brain and that moment I didn’t mind that I will surrender. I didn’t mind, that he might own my previous slaves. And I didn’t mind that I had to worship him. He deserves it. He is stronger than me, much more handsome, and so much more superior. And his smell… No, its a scent. A scent that I want to feel every day. A scent what I would die for it.

Thanks to my best friend I attended my first fetish party. Addiction… I’ve never been at events like this before, and to be honest I was kind of surprised when Alex said that he wants me to join him. We entered to some buildings basement. Every guy wore some sort of sportsgear: trackies, basketball shorts, and football gear. We grabbed some beer to get into the mood, but after the first sip a guy stood in front of Alex. He wore black shiny adidas shorts, and it seemed like he was waiting for something. I tried to check things with Alex, but he seemed to be in another universe, watching the strangers crotch. In the next moment he dropped his bear and started to kiss and lick the black shorts and it’s owners cock. He was so slutty and horny. Definitely not the Alex I remember. I felt like a third wheel, so me and my beer chose to be together somewhere else.

I tried to find a place where I’m away from the aroused horny sportsgear worshippers, but I couldn’t. They were everywhere. I got really pissed, and I was also disappointed when I looked at Alex who was already sucking a guy’s cock through his shorts in the middle of the social area. I never thought that he is so easy… I put down my beer, and I decided that I will go home. This is just too much for me.

Only few steps to the door and I will get rid of this nightmare… Now that’s fine… This guy in green shiny shorts is looking at me. No way that I would stay one minute longer in this place… But wait… He is actually quite cute… Those muscles… And his shorts are so shiny… Maybe… Maybe I could stay for a few minutes… Maybe I should say hi…

I was on the bus way home when he appeared. He wore blue silky football shorts, compression shorts under them and a black tight t-shirt. I always had a thing for football players. My heart started to beat faster as he approached the seat next to me. The bus was almost empty, but he still picked the seat next to me. He used the tons on free seats and laid down. His sneakers was almost next to me. Muddy. Dirty. His legs were hairy and muscled. Just perfect. He closed his eyes and stretched his legs a little exposing his bulge to me. He just laid there, and did nothing, yet I was fascinated. His white socks… His sneakers… His shiny blue shorts… Perfection itself. I felt my cock getting harder in my pants. I have to behave. I can’t just start kissing a stangers feet on the bus in public. He put his feet to the chair right before me, like he was locking me between his thighs. I should take off at the next station, but I was unable to think anything else but to worship this god next to me. Maybe if I sniff his socks a little bit, noone will notice. I leaned closer to his feet, and took a deep breath. Damn that was so good. So strong… So intense… So intoxicating… I need one more.

I kept sniffing his feet and suddenly I stopped caring about my surroundings. Everything stopped to exist except him. I started to lick his sneakers. And kiss his socks, while I inhaled the intoxicating smell. Suddenly he stared to move. I got scared. What if he doesn’t want me to worship him? He moved his hips a bit and I saw his bulge moving. What a beautiful bulge. So big and powerful. Now he lifted his hips and he let a fart out. I wasn’t disgusted at all. I just sat there, and I could swear that I saw the fart cloud swirling towards me forming a spiral. It hit my nose. My whole body was stunned and shaking. My eyes went empty, like the smell would hypnotize me. I felt as it was dragging me into it’s sources. Right into his ass. I need to bury my face into his shorts. I need to sniff his ass and kiss his balls. There’s no need to fight or resist. He has to be worshipped.

No muscle moved in my body, yet I got closer and coser to the epicentre of the spiral. The air got warmer and smell got stronger as my body got closer to his. It felt so natural as my face was covered by his sweaty and smelly blue silky shorts. It was the right place for me. I took a deep sniff of his ass them I started to kiss his bulge. As my lips touched his balls I was in heaven. I heard him moaning. Suddenly I felt his hand on my head. It’s the time for justice. He may deny my attempt to worship him, or he accepts it and rules over me. He grabbed my hair hards, the control over my head is in his hands. He may push me away, or pull me into deep obedience. I feel his muscles stretch as he holds me head. He pushes me down to his ass and pulls me towards his hole. He farts again but this time right into my face. As the fart hit my face and got into my nostrils my hard cock erupted. I cummed just by sniffing his fart through his shorts. I was tired yet ready to serve. The bus left the station where I should have got off a long time ago, and my head was resting in a complete strangers laps sniffing his intoxicating farts. He laughs when he looks into my empty eyes. He enjoys his power over me and he knows very well that I’m ready to do anything for him. He keeps looking at me with an evil smirk on his face as he pulls my head back to his cock and said:

Meeting with a stranger (part 1)

I met him on an online dating site. He had a body of a god that made my dick instantly hard as a rock. And his eyes… So gorgeous, so deep brown.. I would love to see him to look deeply in my eyes while he is sucking my dick. There was no preference set in his profile so I supposed he is a sub. And either during messaging I was unable to find it out. All I knew about him that he has some fetishes, but we first meet, and then I will have the possibility if I want to join or not.

We arranged the meeting for next day afternoon. He said let’s meet somewhere on the street near him, and then we can decide if we want to go to his apartment or just drink a beer somewhere. I got the address, exchanged phone numbers and started to get ready for our meeting. Not the best district of the city, but I didn’t care. I was there five minutes before. I saw a guy smoking a cigarette there in black shiny trackies and spitting on the pavement… Well, not the behavior I was expecting. I greeted him. While he was holding my hands he looked deep in my eye and said: “Listen to me very closely. Sooner or later you will be under my control, capable to do anything I desire. You can choose the easy way by accepting your fate, and start to lick my spit from the floor, or the hard way to try to fight against me, but at the end of the day the result will be the same: you will be my slave.” While he was talking he rubbed my hands to his crotch. I felt his dick through his trackies…It was throbbing. It was getting hard with each stroke. He pulled me closer to him. Our lips almost touched. I could feel his breath on my face. He started to kiss me. Passionately… Long… His tongue was massaging mine in my mouth. He didn’t had to drive my hand anymore, I started to rub his pants on my own. After the kiss I wanted one more, so I got closer with my lips again… This is when things started to turn around… He gathered his spit, and spat it right into my mouth. It was a reflex in me or something, but I swallowed it. Then, when I realzed what happened I started to cough, and I felt nausea.

"You are a fucking creep!" I said, turned my back, and got away. While I was sitting on the bus on my way home I got an sms from him.

"So you are choosing the hard way. I see. Don’t forget that in the end you will be my slave, and you can’t fight that. My spit is already in you, and while you are sitting on that couch try not to sniff your hands too often. It would be too bad if the scent of my cock would make you hard before you got home. See you soon, my boy!"

I read the text, and tried to ignore what he wrote to me. While I was sitting on the bus, I tried to remember what happened and how. I saw it before me as a film. His confident look when he greeted me… His hard cock through his trackies… My hands slipping on the silky fabric… And this is when I realized I was sniffing my head. I felt the scent of his cock on it. It was so intense, so intoxicating, that my dick instantly got hard. What is happening to me? What did he do to me?

Part 3

Part 4

I broke my leg, so I got into the hospital. It wasn’t so bad, one week and I could go home. My girlfriend promised that she comes to visit every day. There is only one thing wierd about this place, and its my ‘nurse’. I always thought there will be a skinny girl in small skirts and high boobies who will give me my daily injection. But this nurse is different… Starting that he is not a girl. He is a tall muscled guy with bread and some kinky smile. I got goosebumps when I first saw him. I even dreamt with him at the first afternoon… All I remembered that he took a photo of me and flashed directly in my eyes. Wierd… Then I had the same dream next afternoon as well. Coincidence I thought. I was thinking more and more about him, I waited the time he came in and gave me my medicines. On the third day wierder things started to happen… First he winked at me, and I started to blush… Then he dropped something, and I found myself checking his ass. I mean… I’m straight, I have a girlfriend and stuff… But his ass is so good it makes me want to lick it. Or bite it… Damn calm down, something is growing under the blanket… I’m pretty sure that it’s not ok. I should never tell this to anyone.

That afternoon I had the same dream, and I woke up with a funny taste in my mouth, and my dick was hard. I had to wank badly, luckily I have a private room. While I was wanking I couldn’t stop thinking of my nurse, his bubbly ass and his beautiful eyes. I called my girlfriend that I don’t want her to come in until I go home. I don’t want her to see me like this.

On the fourth day he walked in to my room, and I got an instant boner. He touched me while he gave me the injection. I loved as his manly hand touched me. I asked him if he wants to have a coffee with me. I kinda needed some company as my gf didn’t visit me today. And otherwise I love being around him. He helped me walk to the cafeteria. While we were drinking I got to know him, he is single and gay. Well that’s okay, now I see why he is a nurse. I told him that he has beautiful muscles. I don’t know why I just had to. I asked him if he could show me his abs. Ripped sixpacks under the white t-shirt. Lovely… With this body he could grt anyone, even me, a straight guy. He just smiled. But that smile… I couldn’t sleep after the coffee, I just laid in my bed, thinking of him, his abs. Damn I was an idiot not to ask if I can touch it… Gosh… A bulge again. I need to wank, better start it now. The nurse suddenly entered into my room with his phone in his hands. He saw what I did. It was embarrassing. Especially that I was thinking of him…

"If I disturbed something I can come back later" he said with an evil grin on his face. I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t, his presence made me even harder, and aroused.

"Then I’ll stay, and I will help you." He said as he came closer to my bed. "I saw how you looked at my abs. I know you want to see them again as you wank. You are obsessed with my body. You can’t deny it. It has been burnt into your mind deeply."

He came closer and removed his t-shirts revealing his abs. I started to stroke it. It was so hard, and so warm. I love to touch his muscles. In that instant I came. My bed was full with my cum, and he just laughed.

"See, how easy it is to give in to me? Now look into my camera." *FLASH* "I love this app… Hypnoflash… I didn’t think it will come so handy. Just one more session and you will be mine. You experienced how good it is to wank while thinking of me, you already knew how you like my body, now it’s time to learn how you love my taste. Let’s start with something simple. Open your mouth."

I was frozen, but obedient. I opened my mouth and he just spat into it. I felt the warm slimy thing landing in my mouth.

"Now taste it. Feel how arousing it is to have my spit in your mouth… How can you get more? You can lick it from the ground, if you are lucky and you catch me somewhere spitting. You can drink from the same glass as I do, but that contains only a little of it, and you can ask me to spit directly in your mouth. But it will happen only if you beg to me. And of course you can ask me to kiss you, if you don’t need so much spit, and you only need to feel some… Speaking about kissing…" And he kisses me. Long and warm. Not too much tongue, if there was a book about the perfect kiss this could be an illustration.

"Now the another taste is my ass. You already tasted once, when you learnt about the beauty of my body, now I want you to lick it again. Taste my hole. It arouses you. It makes you hard. And it also makes hard to think. If you lick my ass, you will become obedient. The same happens with my piss. I brought you some, you won’t get it from the source now, I don’t want the doctor to notice any of my business with you. Salty and warm, yet so arousing and good. And last, but not least, my cock. Start to suck it. Feel the last few drops of piss, and then feel as it gets harder in your mouth as you suck. Good boy. Keep on doing, and soon you can taste my precum. You will love it’s taste. It’s just like a salad before a delicious beef stake. It makes you want to have more and more of it, so you keep sucking me. And soon, my cum will be loaded in your belly. You are not permitted to swallow it, not yet. Just work on it, until I cum."

And I just sucked him. I wasn’t myself, I was under his power. I just wanted to obey him. Every word he said draind deep into my mind, and remained there. I kept sucking him, and he was on the edge. He loaded his cum into my mouth. It was full with his stuff.

"Do not swallow. Just taste it. It’s sweet, yet salty. It’s sticky and gooey, and you love it. In case, you are addicted to it. But I only ask obedient boys to suck my dick. So from now you have to obey me. Did you understand?"

I nodded as my mouth was full with his thick cum. I was just rolling it in my mouth, licking it, and getting every taste of it.

"Now I want you to wake up. I want you to be conscious as you swallow it."

And I woke up. It was like an afternoon dream. I only remembered the wanking, but after that it was a mess. He was standing next to me. His dick was half hard, and my hand was still grasping his dick. I was frightened, but as I looked up to him, and saw him smiling, I became calm. I was tasting something in my mouth. Did I just… The fuck, I need to spit it out. That’s disgusting… And I’m supposed to kiss my gf with that mouth? I hate myself.

"Swallow" He said, and as a reflex in my system, his cum was already in my belly. I became calm again. I didn’t care with the world, nor my gf. I was his. And he gave me a huge present. And I want more.

Look at yourself… You are under my control. You feel the urge to kneel before me each time you look into my eyes. Just kneeling and you are waiting my orders with a drooling mouth. I don’t blame you. I am a god, an alpha. And gods needs to be served. And you? You are just a submissive little boy who already submitted to his alpha. Kneel, and look into my eyes, slave. Feel the urge to serve me. I want you to move your head closer to my crotch. I want you to feel my alpha cock on your face. I want you to start worshipping it. Start by kissing, and stroking. Feel the silky fabric on your lips, and hands. It brings you even deeper under my power. The feeling is extremely good. Go deeper with each kiss. I am the only one who matter. You need to please me. Now, you can continue the worship on my abs. So strong… So sweaty, but you like it… Lick every drop of sweat. Good boy… Now to my chest and do the same. Take some extra time taking care of my nipples. You know you have to.

What the fuck do you think? Did I told you it is ok to stand up? How many times do I need to teach you, that you have to kneel before your alpha? *Spits* Open your mouth! *Gathers* *Spits*

I was really pissed, and I knocked the door as hard as I could. The door opened. A guy came out in tank tops and shiny shorts. He wasn’t really happy that I disturbed him. I saw the anger on his face. He just stood there, and didn’t tell a word. His look was really strict, and his eyes… they looked like they were shimmering in the dying lights of the corridor… Once I took a closer look, his eyes were really shining… He just stood there, not saying any word, just looking at me, and I felt weak. The anger in me calmed down, and turned into fear. This guy is so strong, so big. And his eyes… There is something about them…

I apologized that I disturbed him, but he just stood there, arms crossed, and looked at me. I wanted to ask him how I could make it good for him, but suddenly nothing came out of my mouth. The more I stared into his eyes the weaker I felt, and that moment I felt so weak that I couldn’t even say a word. It was hard to stand on my feet, so I dropped on my knees.

The world was spinning, and I still looked into his eyes. He was still silent. Just looking down at me. I felt the urge to crawl closer to him, so close that the top of my chin touched his crotch. Still looking deep into his eyes. I felt his scent, stronger than I thought. He wasn’t stinky, he just had a mans scent. I couldn’t even think on my own, at that moment my body moved on its own. My arms lifted, touching his thighs, stroking his muscles. My eyes left the contact with his, focusing on his crotch. I kissed it. Slowly and deeply, and I couldn’t stop. I knew that we were on the corridor and anybody could see us, but I didn’t care, I just burried my head and lips into his crotch. I felt him getting harder and harder with each kiss. This is the way how I can make this good for him, I have to please him in any possible way.

I licked the hard bulge through his shorts from his balls to its top, and when I reached it, I looked up. I saw him smiling. That wasn’t that typical “I’m happy now” smile, rather a “You had it coming” smile. He put his finger into my mouth and opened it, and in the next moment, he spat into my mouth. I kept it in, tasted, and enjoyed every moment it spent in my mouth. He spat another one, thicker than before. I was in heaven. He nodded that I can now swallow it. Then he grabbed my head and directed me to his cock again. He was hard as rock and I was burning from the desire to suck him. He pulled down his shorts, just enough to let his dick pop into my face. I started to suck. As slow and as deep as I could. I wanted to please every inch of my gods dick. I gagged as his huge monster ran down on my throat, but I didn’t care. I knew that he enjoys it, and that mattered. As he got closer to cumming I speeded up, until he cummed into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, because it’s a gift from him, I couldn’t let any of it to loose.

He spat one last into my mouth, looked into my eyes, and said: “two more”, and closed the door. I still tasted the leftover of his cum mixed with the fresh thick spit in my mouth while I was walking to my door.

Next morning I didn’t remember anything of the last nights happenings, however I woke up with a funny taste in my mouth. Nevermind, I brushed my teeth and headed to work. After 8 hours I arrived home, and I found a strange letter in my mailbox, which contained a dvd. There was a number written on it, 5… I put it into my dvd player, and I was stunned… It was me, knocking on my neighbours door, then I could watch myself as I sucked him. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke? I have never done this before… This must be a trick. I need to talk with him RIGHT NOW!

It was my first day in the dorm, and this is when I met my new roommate, Gabe. He was a muscled jock, with a narcistic attitude. I didn’t really like him. In addition there was only one bed and one chair in the room, the dorm was still buying new furniture.

"Since there is only one bed and one chair, we should somehow decide who is going to use them as long as they don’t buy some more" - I offered him, but he just sat down in the chair, pulled off his t-shirt, and laughed.

"Oh come on man, don’t be a dick! I pay the same amount of money as you do, we should make the decisions based on something." I said with dissapointment, and I sat down on the floor right before him.

"Speed is also something, man." And he scratched his dick. "Gosh I’m so horny now… We should go out to have some fun, but I’m too tired. It’s so good that you are here for me."

What did he just say? And why? What is wrong with him?

"Just chill, and look into your Master’s eyes." He ordered.

I looked to him, and I didn’t understand anything. Why the hell does he call himself Master? And why would he be my Master?? But somehow our eyes met, and this is where I lost the game.

"I know you will like it. Just keep staring, and go deeper and deeper for me. Lost in my eyes. Lost in my power. You have no longer strength to resist me. You have to give in, and let my power wash over your brain. Don’t fight.”

"Lost… Give in…. Not to fight…" - I moaned.

"Good… Now that you surrendered to me, your brain is wide open to my suggestions. You are a good obedient boy, who is willing to fulfil my commands. You are my slave now."

"Opened… Obedient… Slave…" - I chanted.

"Haha, you are weaker than I thought… Now crawl to me, and meet your destiny. Worship my cock through my trackies… Let the silky fabrick slip on your lips as you kiss my dick. Let it slip you deeper and deeper under my control with every kiss. From now on whenever I say something you will obey. No matter where are you or what the situation is, you have to obey my commands. You have no will on your own, your only purpose is to serve me.”

"No matter where or when, I obey."

"Good boy… Now stop… I will count from three to one, and when I reach one, you will wake up, you wont be the hypnotized zombie who you are, you will return to your former self. But you will still remember that you have to obey my commands. The only thing you know that you are now my slave. It will be such a fun to control you when you are awake. 3… 2… 1… Wake up!"

I opened my eyes and gazed at him. I watched his shirtless body. I admired his abs. And I looked at his bulge in his silky trackies.

"Now, you should continue kissing my crotch, I’m not done yet."

That’s it boy. I love to see you suffer. You see me, you can smell the scent of my feet, but you can’t come closer for more. You are unable to bury your face to my feet, and this drives you crazy. You are craving to worship me. I’m irresistable for you. Look at you, how pathetic you are. At the beginning you didn’t believe me. You made a joke of my power. You sniffed my feet, and slipped under my control so easily, that you didn’t have the time to realize what have you done.

What if I told you, that I can make these grids disappear. What if I told you, that they exist only because I want them to exist? I can make them disappear, but you have to go deeper. You have to empty your mind, give up your future, and submit to me totally. You won’t care about yourself, you will commit your life to me. Do you still want to worship me?

I decided to stop being a lazy dude who I am right now. I always had excuses for workout: no time, no energie, but mostly: no partner. Doing things alone is boring and you often loose the motivation after 3-4 times. My colleague recommended me a site, fitlink, where I can find somebody to train with. I felt a bit like registering to a dating site, but I don’t care, I need to change.

After a few clicks, I was already in, looking for training buddies. And I got a message. He lives close to me, we are around the same age, and he wants to visit the same gym where I bought my yearly ticket in January. Yes, I know what you think, new years resolution. You guessed it right. Let’s not talk about that. We quickly arranged our first session this week. Great, I’m on track!

I was really excited to meet Ben. After a quick greeting we went to the locker room to change clothes, and get ready to pump some muscle. Ben was an experienced guy, he works out for 3 years. He can also give me some advice how to start, and help me to create a plan. Today we started with some running and weight lifting. After we ran, we headed to the weights. Ben was really nice he helped me to find the best weight for my condition. We sat down and started to pump. This is when he started to act wierd. He asked me if I mind if he takes off his shoes and socks. I mean… Who cares?

We just sat, and pumped, when I felt something wierd. A strong smell in my nose, so intese that I had to stop for a while.

"Are you tired?" Ben asked.

"No, I’m just a bit deconcentrated, I will be ok"

"I’m pretty sure about that" He said, and I saw a grin on his face. Why is he smiling? What is he planning? And where does this rotten smell come? It is impossible to develop some muscle if the whole place stinks. I tried to focus on pumping instead of the odor. I took breaths as I lifted the weights (just like Ben advised me at the beginning: breathing in with nose, and letting it out from my mouth). My head started to spin. I didn’t feel that I could continue with my task, so I put the weights down, and had some stretching. Sit in a spreader, then reach out for the right foot. Then for the left one… And this is when I found the source of the stink. Ben was on my left side, still pumping the weights, focusing on getting things done. I looked at Ben, especially his foot. It was like green fog would leave it. Come on, I only saw this in silly cartoons. I was laying on my thighs, reaching out my foot, and watching his feet. I was stunned, unable to move. And still kept breathing in… and out… Taking deeper and deeper sniffs from Bens feet. I didn’t find it stinky anymore. It was just… intense. And an intense men who works on his body should has a smell like this. It is just so logical. I tried to get closer to him. Get closer to the source of the smell, to take it right from the source, so I tried a new stretching exercise. I couldn’t see anything, but Bens feet, I was focused on it. His feet meant the whole world for me at that moment. I didn’t realize that it was around closing time, so basically we were the only guests in the gym.

"Even closer… Sniff it…" These are the words I heard, but I thought I was hallucinating. I just wanted to reach Bens feet… I just need to sniff it directly. I laid down on the ground right before his feet. Beind them I could see his shorts, and his arms moving.

"Now lick it." I heard. But hey… Stop… What if he notices it? What will he think about me? I checked his face if he sees what I am doing or not. He was looking right at me, with an evil grin on his face. He stopped pumping, and put his foot right into my face, and said: "Lick it"

I don’t know why, but I felt I have no other choice, and besides, I wanted to lick his foot. And suck his toe, while I’m taking deep sniffs from the odor. He ordered me to continue licking and kissing, while I’m moving my head up on his hairy shin right to his thighs. I was kissing him, obeying him, I didn’t know why. I just had to. When I reached his short he gave me another command: “Sniff it, and kiss it”

The smell was still intense, but different. Sweaty balls after a long run, and as my lips touched the slippery fabric of his shorts I was in heaven. I didn’t care if anybody sees what I am doing, I just wanted more sniffs, and more kisses. My nose reached his balls, I felt he is bulging. I started to kiss his balls though his shorts. I have never done anything like this before, but it felt so right. Pleasing a guy is a natural thing to do. I felt his dick with my lips… So hard… So big… So powerfull… As I kissed his dick he put his hands on my head and started to rub my hair, and started to talk.

"Remember this feeling, and remember this smell, because from now this will be very important to you. You will do anything to feel this again. The smell… The shorts… The submission… You are addicted to them, and you will do anything to get a bit of them. And you should know that if you obey me, without questions, you will get them. You have to fulfill my every command, and you will be allowed to sniff my foot again. You will be allowed to kiss my balls again. And you can feel my shorts on your lips again… The only thing you need is to obey me. Did you understand?”

I was unable to speak, since my mouth was full with his shorts, and his cock though them, but I tried to tell: Yes, Master. He understood it. Then he grabbed  my hair, and pushed my head away.

"That was enough workout for today, I’m glad that you accepted me as your partner. Otherwise I would never be able to enslave you with my odor. Now come, get dressed, and you can continue worshiping me at my flat. You will have more opportunity there."

I know faggot. The smell calls you. You can’t fight it, you are addicted. You want to push your face into my crotch, and worship my balls, don’t you? But since my smell controls you, I’m in charge, so fuck off, open your mouth and swallow my spit. You will just sit there, waiting for my approval. My approval over your happiness. Therefore obeying me means happiness for you… And joy… 

The interview - Part 1

I’m glad that I accepted this job interview. The office is at a great environment, the salary is more than good - but I will try to ask for more, and I can finally wear suits every day. Not like I would have a problem with my casual otfits, but hey, a suit radiates power. And this manager position… I always loved to rule people. I always loved to be followed. I was born as a leader, as a superior, this job fits me perfectly.

I was so nervous at the office. It’s the second round now, the personal interview. My tests seemed to be okay for the firm. I put on my best suit to give me enough power and dominance to convince the manager I’m going to discuss with. It looks so awesome on me, that he might even fall in love with me.

I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes when a really handsome man appeared with beard and in some sort of latest fashion almost silky somewhat shiny suit. As the sun glinted on his lap I could see what is behind his trousers… A big and sexy package. Thats all about my confidence, and my power… Nevermind, I’ll try my best. I walked after him, and he closed the doors. In his office there were leather furnitures everywhere, it seemed like they give for the elegance. He told me that the suit was paid also by the firm. Sweet, I thought. And the interview started.

"Hello Mike, I am Rob, if this discussion will be successful, I will be your boss. So let’s begin this thing. Tell me, what are your strengths?"

"I am a confident man with an atmosphere which makes other people want to be around me. I’m also accurate, and precise."

"Tell me more about this atmosphere… How does it work, how would you describe it?"

"It’s like a radiation, at it can effect people around me, the closer the better"

"It’s funny that you say this…" He smiled and went silent. Stood up from his chair and waved with his hand to follow him. He went to the wall. "It’s funny because I have given this ability too, but mine works for real. Should we try it out?"

He asked, but he already know the answer. He came so close to me that our bellies touched, he leaned to the wall with his hand next to me. His head was really close to me, that’s wen I saw his eyes. They were so cold, and so blue. Like they would shine. I felt relaxation, and calmness around me as I looked into them. I started to understand what he wanted to show me, how real confidence is. I wanted to keep looking in his eyes, my mind was trapped, I was unable to look anywhere else. Not because of him, because of me.

Part 3

I didn’t know Alex has the same ability as I do. We are both gays, blessed with a perfect mind controlling ability. When I first saw him at the gym, I knew that I want a new slave. His perky smile, his muscular build, the way he was tenting in his gym shorts… We even wore the same color… I wanted him as my slave. To lick my shorts, sniff my socks and suck my cock. So when we were alone in the gym around closing time I knew it was time to action. We were both in the locker room. I greeted him with a confident handshake, and looked sratight in his eye. Like he did. I knew it is time to act. I started to focus, to take him deeper and deeper. This is when I realized that he is the same as me. That he wants the same from me. He wants me to be addicted to his jockstraps smell, to lick his ass noon and night, whenever he wants it. I felt that he sends me the same signals as I send to him. He asked me to relax, and give in… Our power was even, so I knew I have to disctract him, so I started to rub his dick with my feet. It needs a lots of concentration to keep up with me, but when a guy is aroused he can not focus. That was the plan. I felt as my socks are touching his shorts. Those shiny, and bulging shorts. He has quite a size. He did the same to me, as his feet reached my balls, it instantly took an affect of me. I love when someone rubs my dick through my shorts. My pants grew smaller from minute to minute. Then he started to talk to me again.

"It feels good isn’t it? To be aroused by a god like me. Even if you say no, your dick can not lie to me. You enjoy it. You enjoy having me in control, admit it. You feel as your power gets weaker and weaker with every rub."

And it did. I spent weeks collecting slaves for my own pleasure, but it didn’t happen that they fought back. I was into them, but they didn’t have the strength to stand against me. But Alex was different.

"I know you want to look at my bulge. I know you feel it is big, but you want to see it. And damn, my balls are getting so sweaty after this hard workout. You might even feel it from that distance. If you can’t then let me help you."

He waved his hands, so the smell can get into my nose. It was intense, like a real mans scent. I took deep breaths of it unconsciously. I wanted more. I wanted to feel it closer.

"That’s it boy. Take those breaths in… And out… Just like I say in… and out… You want to sniff it from closer, don’t you? But before you sniff it, don’t you want to see how big it is? How powerful it is? Just a quick look, it won’t hurt anybody"

And I believed him, and that was the moment when he took the advantage. I looked down, but at that instance, my focus was broken. It shattered in pieces, but he was still focusing on my enslavement. I felt like something would grab my head and pull it into his lap. I tried to resist for a while, but then again some hand waves, and I wanted to sniff even more then before. My head was in his lap, mind mind started to get empty. But I was happy, because the silky material touched my lips, and I could also feel his sausage, as it was hard as rock. I took deep sniffs from close up. It was mesmerizing. It took control over my brain and that moment I didn’t mind that I will surrender. I didn’t mind, that he might own my previous slaves. And I didn’t mind that I had to worship him. He deserves it. He is stronger than me, much more handsome, and so much more superior. And his smell… No, its a scent. A scent that I want to feel every day. A scent what I would die for it.