This is my new step brother Jake. His mother recently married my father, much to his dismay. Jake was very much a city boy, so the idea of moving to live on my father’s ranch was his worst nightmare.
I could handle his constant moaning, but what I couldn’t stand was the way he talked down to my father and I, he thought that we were less educated because we lived in a ranch instead of an apartment in the city. What aggravated me further was how large of a homophobe he was, it was surprising, I always thought that people who lived in the city were more accepting, but I guess I was stereotyping him as much as he was stereotyping me. Despite his many flaws, there was no denying that fact that he was incredibly attractive, which made the situation even more intolerable.
After a month of living together and having to deal with him complain the whole time, our parents announced they were going to be going away for a week on a delayed honeymoon. The idea of having to spend a week alone with Jake would have been horrible if it wasn’t for the trick I had up my sleeve. He may have thought I was stupid but little did he know that I was incredibly good with hypnosis, a skill I had the full intention of using on our week alone.
In the weeks leading up to our parents leaving, I had been planting triggers into his subconscious via his iPod that he always fell asleep listening to. The day that our parents left was when I started my plan. That night Jake was watching TV when a gay couple appeared on the show he was watching and he started muttering some homophobic slurs, that’s when I decided it was time. With a few words I had him sitting on the chair with a blank expression in a hypnotic state. Seeing him sitting there looking so completely blank listening to every word I said was oddly satisfying.
He had always complained about his sleeping arrangements, claiming the animals in the barn had better beds. So I decided that if he thought that the animals had it so much better that he could be one for the night. I took him outside and convinced him that he wasn’t human, but was in fact a pig, and as such must sleep with the rest of the animals. He dropped to all fours and started snorting and making cliche pig noises. I got great satisfaction seeing him crawling around in the pig pen with the other animals snorting around rolling around in mud. He seemed to be enjoying it so much that I decided to leave him there the rest of the night, perhaps he would get a better nights sleep in the comfort of the animals beds.
The next morning I went out to see him covered in mud still acting like a pig. As satisfying as it was seeing him like this, I decided it was time for the next stage of my plan. I snapped him temporarily out of the hypnosis, the confusion on his face was hilarious. He obviously had no idea what was going on, but apparently knew enough to blame me, he started swearing at me before storming off to clean himself off. While he was in the shower, I went and got my supplies. When he got out of the shower he found his normal clothes missing, and had been replaced with a pair of blue jeans and a cowboy hat.
It wasn’t long until he had hunted me down in the barn, swearing at me and saying all kinds of insults, but he was wearing the jeans and was holding onto the cowboy hat so at least that had worked. I quickly reactivated his hypnotic state. I told him that when he puts on the cowboy hat, his personality will completely change. No longer will he be a city boy, but he will be a full on cow boy or at least whatever stereotype of a cow boy he had in his mind. With a click of my fingers he put on the hat and suddenly everything about him changed. He leaned back on the barrel behind him, showing off his body.
I have to admit, he looked incredibly hot. I had also added a little extra to the hypnosis. I had told him that not only was he now a cowboy but he was also a gay cowboy. The signs of this quickly started to appear. He started to undo the button on his jeans and started revealing the calvin kleins he was wearing underneath, the calvin klein underwear looked a little out of place with the cowboy look, but I thought it actually looked pretty hot.
I felt the erection in my pants start to grow as I saw him standing there showing off his underwear and his bulge. He started to walk over to me and then all of a sudden he grabbed the erection in my pants. He gave me a smirk and told me that perhaps we should go somewhere more private to fix the problem in my pants. I had to stop myself from laughing because he was talking with a cliche cowboy accent, a far cry from his normal way of talking.
Needless to say I didn’t refuse his offer. It wasn’t long until he had his jeans off entirely and was lying down inviting me over to join him.
Seeing him like this made a flood of guilt hit me, as much of a jerk as he was, I still felt a little bad removing his free will and essentially turning him into my sex slave. It was at that moment that I noticed the cowboy hat had fallen off his head, I convinced myself that the fact that he was still acting like a gay cowboy with the hat off meant that somewhere deep down he actually liked it. In reality I knew that he was still under my hypnosis and that the real Jake would be killing me right now if he knew what I was doing, but convincing myself otherwise helped to alleviate the guilt.
I joined him on the makeshift bed and started to feel him up, running my hands over his ripped body and abs, before making my way down to his underwear. I started to rub his penis, and heard the moans coming from his mouth, that was all the convincing I needed for my brain to go out the window and for my penis to take over. For a straight guy who was a massive homophobe, he was incredibly good at gay sex. We spent the rest of the day making out and having sex.
The next morning I was contemplating whether I should snap him out of the hypnosis or not. He seemed so much happier this way that I decided to leave him this way for the rest of the week, we had a lot of fun, and a lot of sex.
When it came to be the end of the week and our parents were coming back, I was torn. I had actually come to really like the new Jake, not only did I get to have my way with his hot body, but he was far more likeable this way. He helped out around the ranch, things like animal shit didn’t faze him anymore and he no longer complained about missing city life and I hadn’t heard a homophobic comment all week. He was a better person this way, and I think I was beginning to like him a lot more than just a little.
That’s when I made the decision to make the change permanent. By the time our parents got back, the new Jake was so deeply ingrained in him I don’t think I could have changed him back if I wanted. My Dad was pretty happy with the new Jake, they seemed to get along a lot better than they ever did before. Surprisingly both our parents were pretty accepting of our new relationship and didn’t seem to have any issue believing that all of Jake’s homophobic comments were just him struggling with his sexuality.
So now I have an amazing boyfriend who is incredibly hot, kind and has a thing for dressing up as a cowboy, which is something that doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Everything turned out for the better, and even though the old Jake is completely gone now, I think he’s much happier for it, I haven’t heard him complain once since the hypnosis. And unsurprisingly, I haven’t been complaining either.
After a long day at work and my trip to the gym I couldn’t wait to take a shower. As I let the hot water rush over me I thought about my plans for the rest of this Friday night. I had a dinner date with my beautiful girlfriend Gwen, and I had the perfect suit and tie picked out for the occasion. As I stepped out of the shower and into my bedroom I found something very strange.
The wardrobe I had layed out on the bed was gone. In it’s place was some leather biker gear I had never seen before in my life. I looked around the room, could someone have snuck into my house while I was in the shower. I was getting ready to investigate when suddenly I stopped in my place. I felt frozen as I looked over at the mysterious leather gear on my bed. For some strange reason I felt a strong urge to get closer. I felt myself slowly ease my way over to the bed. I felt my hand trace across the leathery suit, it felt strange, the cold leathery surface suddenly felt warm.. The towl around my waist had fallen to the ground. I was standing in my room naked.
Suddenly I felt very cold, goosebumps began to pop up all over my body I was shaking I needed to get warm. I don’t know why but my first instinct was to put on the biker gear. It was strange as I slipped my naked body into the gear I felt myself warming up. After filling the suit completely I felt it contract with my body. The leather was now against my muscles which forced me to flex. I wasn’t cold anymore, but I still felt naked. Almost like the gear wasn’t even something I was wearing, it was just a part of me..
I finally snapped out of it, and realized what I was doing. I wasn’t sure where this gear came from but I needed to take it off and find the suit I was going to wear to dinner tonight. But as I looked for a zipper there was none. But it was just there. I was so confused, I started to panic. Then I felt my whole body tense up. My whole body stood up straight and at attention.
“What the.. I.. I can’t move..” I said out loud. Then suddenly I began to walk. I was walking out of my bedroom, but I wasn’t the one doing it. My body was moving on it’s own, I couldn’t control it.
“My body! I can’t control It! What’s happening! Help! Somebody Hel-” suddenly I felt my leathery gloved hand slam into my mouth cover it, muffling my cries for help.
I was so scared as I unlocked my own front door to my house, and a strange man walked inside. I had no control as I closed and locked the door behind him.
He smiled at me, “Hello Trevor, I’m sure you have a lot of questions but I’m afraid we have no time. You see that biker gear you’re wearing is magic, it takes complete control of the person it’s wearing’s body. Well everything from the neck down that is. Your brain is still intact. But don’t worry I have a way to fix that.” he showed me a ball cap in his hands.
“You see Trevor, I’m what you would call a sorcerer. I haven’t known of my powers long but now that I do I plan to use them to fulfill some of my deepest desires. This hat has been a bewitched into being something of a mind control device. I’ve implanted hypnotic suggestions into the hat, almost like a whole new person and when someone wears it that person takes over. I’ve created the person myself and I must say i think it will go wonderfully with your new biker gear.” He smiled again before handing me the hat. My hand finally left my mouth as I reached out to take the hat.
“Please, whoever you are.. don’t do this. I don’t want to be some mindless puppet! What did I do to deserve this!” I begged.
“That’s the best part! You know the girl you’ve been seeing, Gwen? Well she told me all about you. And how you sometimes fly off the handle, lashing out on her. I know all about it because she called me. She wanted me to teach you a lesson, and that’s what I’m here to do.” He smiled again.
“Gwen did this! That bitch! I swear I’ll-” that was all he could get out before his body betrayed him and put the hat over his head.
My face changed, I could feel it. My anger subsided and my whole body relaxed.
“How are you feeling now Trevor?” The man asked.
“I feel better than ever sir! I’m a good Gear Boy! Where are my manners allow me to get your coat sir.” I heard my voice say, but it wasn’t me I had no control over anything anymore.
“That’s more like it.” The man chuckled as I removed his coat for him, “Get me a beer.” The man commanded me. I was so angry, but my body hopped right to it going into my kitchen and taking my beer for this freak!
“On second thought, boy!” I felt myself stop instantly at the fridge as I turned to look at him. “You seem thirsty too, go ahead and grab two.” I grab two beers and walk back over to place them on the table as the man sits comfortably on my sofa. What happened next scared me most of all, I watched as he took off his pants revealing his erection.
“What? I said you looked thirsty,” he moved both the beers closer to himself as he opened one and took a swig, “these are both mine, I have something else in mind for you.” He gestured at his fuck, and in my head I was screaming as I felt my face put on a big stupid grin.
“Of course Sir, it would be my pleasure. After all you made me to be your cockslave.” My mouth wrapped around him as I licked and swallowed his cock. I could taste everything especially when he shot his load in and down my throat and I swallowed it all.
“Good work boy, I know I’m supposed to be fixing you for your girlfriend but I do all these jobs pro bono, I need some kind of incentive. So I have some fun as well, and we are about to have even more fun. Don’t look now but I think a magical new zipper just appeared on your ass.”
He was right, I felt my hand unzip the new opening to my ass giving the man easy access to do as he pleases.
“Alright my big biker boy, looks I’m the one riding you tonight.” And he did all night long. I felt my own self fade away, I knew soon I’d be nothing but a mindless drone for his sexual pleasure and at some point during the night of being fucked I didn’t care anymore. Why was I even worried I liked being his sexy biker boy, it makes Sir happy.
Finally I was able to take off the gear and the hat, but the programming was already complete. Sir had fixed me. I put on the suit and tie I had for the date and got ready to meet Gwen. I would be perfect gentleman, completely obedient to her. I am so happy now, my relationship is great, and every so often I come home to find the leather gear and Sir waiting for me to have our secret fuck sessions on the side. Gwen was great, but nothing compared to how happy I feel being Sir’s Gear Boy.
“Well, I hope you’re happy, Jason.” my girlfriend said in her new male body. “You got your stupid genie and your stupid wish. I now know exactly what it’s like to be a real man. Now all your wishes are used up.”
“It…it’s no problem Kimberly. Just wish to go back to normal.”
“Gladly. Just give me the lamp.” Jason gave it over. The man rubbed it in a very…unexpectedly girl way. The genie appeared, all dressed in golden clothing, and 7 feet tall.
“Ah, master. My new master. How do you like your new body.”
“Actually, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a man. And now I’m even bigger than Jason here.” She clapped Jason on the back. “Isn’t that right, bro.”
“This is weirding me out. Just change back.”
“Why, so I can go back to being a future baby machine? I wish…we were both gay men.”
“What???” Jason screeched. The genie disappeared. “OH man, what did you do? What did you do? I don’t want to be a faggot!”
“This is going to be your dream come true. And like it or not, you are a faggot now. Faggot.” Kimberly walked up and lifted her boyfriend off the ground. “You like? Mmmm,” she said, rubbing her boyfriend’s entire body against her enormous bulge. “Daddy is home now and Daddy is hungry for someone to suck his new cock!”
“I…Oh my god you are so hot!” Pretty soon Kimberly, now Kane the man realized his life was going to be a lot more powerful than before…and after a few times fucking HIS new boyfriend with his new huge dick, he knew there would also be no wish to go back…
“Hey there!” Rob heard someone call out. He looked around the abandoned factory, but he didn’t see anyone. He kept telling himself that he shouldn’t take this shortcut home, but he never listened. He was scrawny as hell, but at 6’ 3’’, he didn’t think anyone would mess with him.
“Who’s there?” Rob called out against his better judgement. His tie and collar cut at his neck as a craned to spot the voice. God, he hated wearing a suit to the office everyday.
“You’re awfully relaxed for someone walking alone through an abandoned building.” the voice observed.
“Yeah. What’s there to be worried about?” Rob replied. His stance relaxed, and any memory being unnerved by the voice fled from his mind as if it never existed. “Just on my way home from work.”
“It must be nice to dress casually everyday.”
It is nice, Rob thought, rubbing his jeans and giving a little stretch in his t-shirt. His ab-less torso stuck out momentarily.
“Nice six-pack, bro,” the voice said. “You’re ripped. How often do you work out each week?”
Rob widened his stance a bit. He had to admit, he was proud of the work he’d done on his body. The six-pack. The sizable biceps. He was glad someone had noticed. “Three times a week,” Rob replied to the voice.
“I’m sorry,” the voice apologized. “You said ‘everyday’? Well, it certainly pays off. But to be honest, I’m not surprised you work out as much as you do, bro. You’re such a pocket bear. You must enjoy having size in some way.”
Damn right, Rob thought. He may be only 5’ 4’’, but he whip any dude’s ass he wanted to. Anyway, who would fuck with him. He was a fucking beast. Rob reached up and scratched his beard. He was glad he decided to grow it out. Embrace his hairy side.
“You said you were coming from work?” the voice asked.
“Yeah,” Rob replied.
“Oh, that’s where I recognize you. You’re Robby. ‘The Best Cocksucker in the City.’ At least according to your rentboy profile online… Do you really like to show off as much as those photos make it seem like you do?” the voice inquired.
Robby shifted his body to the side and started flexing for the voice. “What do you think, bro?” he said, with a coy smile creeping over his face. He could still taste the cum in his mouth from his last appointment, but he was already aching for more. Good thing he had another client in an hour. The shortcut through the factory really helped him get around faster so he could book a few extra gigs each day and still make it to the gym.
“Hot bro,” the voice growled. “But with a huge bubble ass like that, I’m sure you must do more than suck cock day in and day out.”
Robby reached behind him and tugged at his jeans, revealing more of the massive ass that already stuck out above the waistband. “You like it?” Robby asked.
“Hell yes, bro. Maybe I’ll send you a message sometime. Your rates are so low. It seems like anyone could book time with you if they wanted.”
“Yeah, man. $10 per sesh. But hell, I’d waive that too if someone asked. I don’t do it for the money. I just love cock and getting fucked - know what I mean, dude?”
Robby pulled out his cell and checked the time. “Shit!” he shouted. “Sorry, man. Would love to keep chatting, but I’m late. I’ve got 8 more dudes to meet up with tonight.”
“Seems like this is all you care about - going to the gym and getting as much cock as you can,” the voice called after Robby as he started to run off.
