The Institute (Patreon)

Alex checked his flight confirmation again, feeling like he’d won the golden ticket.  A week-long relaxation retreat, fully paid?  It was exactly what he needed.  He’d been so stressed out over the past few months that the preceding weeks had all blurred together in a haze of high blood pressure, constant deadlines, and frayed nerves.  He’d skipped out on the gym, his diet had gone to hell, he was alienating his friends, and he couldn’t even entertain the idea of dating anyone.  His young, handsome face was already showing wrinkles and he’d been horrified to discover grey hairs starting to creep in amongst the deep, chocolate brown.  

He told himself that he’d known what he was getting into.  He’d chosen a high pressure career; he just didn’t think he’d feel so burnt out so quickly.  At 28, he was only a few years in.  Thinking about all the decades left before retirement was enough to give him a panic attack.  

That’s where the Tillinghast Institute came in.  Alex had seen an ad for it while scrolling through social media and they billed themselves as a state-of-the-art, luxury retreat.  Tucked away in some remote coastal woods of the pacific northwest, they claimed to combine physical therapy, meditation, hypnosis, and spa treatments to fully “change your life for the better.”  As was usually the case with places like this, even for someone with Alex’s salary the rates were exorbitant.  Just thinking about them did the opposite of relaxing him.  On a whim, he’d entered his information in their “win a free week” contest and forgot all about it until several days later when he’d received an email saying he’d won.  Now he was preparing to board a flight, hoping by this time next week he could breathe a little easier.  

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“Is our new recruit on his way,” Doctor Tillinghast asked, flipping through the chart.  There were pictures of Alex, along with pages of personal information.  

The mountain of muscle standing next to the doctor nodded.  “The car just picked him up from the airport and is bringing him as we speak.”  

“Excellent…” Doctor Tillinghast said absently as he read.  “No close family ties...no significant social connections...oh, and not a bad nest egg for us to absorb for someone so young.  He’s handsome, too.  The treatments should take quite well.  Good work on finding this one.”  He closed the file and turned to face the walking statue of a man.  Brett had been one of his earliest test subjects and he was still proud of the results.  When he’d come to the institute, Brett had been a tightly wound, overweight executive.  Stressed out, burnt out, and desperately seeking relief from the cage he’d built for himself, Brett had unknowingly been the guinea pig for a process that the Doctor had since replicated dozens of times.  By now the man was pushing forty, but he still had the face and body of someone half that age.  Clad in his standard uniform of small, thin shorts and skin tight tanktop, his body bulged with precision-crafted muscle.  Huge, bouncing pecs coupled with arms the size of small children strained the upper half of his tanktop, while the lower half hung loose around a tight, tapering waistline.  The small shorts that barely covered his powerful thighs looked like someone had stuffed two soccer balls in the back and a large grapefruit in the front.  His deep, golden tan popped against the matching powder blue of his outfit while his broad smile dazzled with perfect white teeth and sharp cheekbones.  Hair that had been thinning and graying was now a thick, wavy mane of sandy blonde.  He was a walking adonis with impossible Ken Doll proportions.  

The institute had two faces; the one that was advertised, and the one that spread through select word of mouth.  People could pay for a standard spa retreat and get the standard spa amenities, or, for men who were interested, they could take advantage of the institute’s “special staff” like Brett.  Perfect, obedient hunks who would do whatever a customer wanted as long as they could pay.  Tillinghast had quickly learned that the real money came from men looking for the kind of walking fantasies he could create, and it was a simple matter of cerebral rewiring to make a straight man switch over to the other side.  

The “contest” was how the Doctor roped in potential new additions to their workforce.  They carefully screened each entry until they found someone like Alex.  Based on the young man’s medical history he should take to the treatments, and his social connections were slim enough that no one would miss him or look too closely into his sudden decision to live at the Institute.  And it wasn’t as if the young man wasn’t going to get what he wanted.  By the time he was done going through the treatments he wouldn’t have a care in the world.  Literally.  The treatment didn’t leave the men stupid, exactly.  It did lower their overall IQ by a not-insignificant amount, but more importantly it rewired their brains to focus on other things.  As long as they were being told what to do and had an outlet for their increased libido, they were quite content.  And the Doctor made sure they had plenty of access to both.  If there weren’t enough customers, they always had each other.  

“Go and prepare room number seven for our new guest.  We’ll want to get started right away.”  

“Right away, sir,” Brett said, lumbering off to do as he was told.  

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Watching the dense pine forests speeding by the window, Alex was feeling more relaxed already.  The remote setting and fresh mountain air were nothing like the constantly noisy, crowded city he’d come from.  Cracking the window, he realized he’d almost forgotten what fresh air actually smelled like.  

It helped that the driver was content to remain silent.  He seemed to be close to Alex’s age but in considerably better shape.  It made sense, Alex thought.  He figured the man was probably one of the trainers at the spa, so of course he’d be chiseled and handsome.  His bright, easy smile seemed genuine enough, and other than polite inquiries about the flight, he’d been quiet for most of the forty five minute drive.  Alex hated trying to make pointless small talk with strangers, so he took it as a good omen.  

“Here we are,” the man said, pulling up to a broad, tall iron gate.  He punched a code into the keypad and the gate swung inward to reveal a winding tree-lined driveway.  It took a solid five more minutes of driving before the trees cleared enough to reveal the sprawling estate.  There was a large main house ringed with smaller guest houses.  Alex could see a few tennis courts and a large swimming pool, and off the side of the main house was an elaborate patio.  He could make out a few guests either lounging by the pool or sipping cocktails on the patio.  “This is the main resort,” his driver said, watching Alex’s face in the rearview mirror.  “The relaxation retreat is a bit more removed.  Since the goal is to unwind, the Doctor thought it best to keep it away from distraction.  Of course you can access the main part too,” he said, heading off the question.  “Though we find that once people get started they usually enjoy the retreat too much to want to leave.”  

“Sounds right up my alley,” Alex sighed, watching the main house fade from view as they went around a corner into a patch of tall pine trees.  A smaller grouping of single-story buildings appeared, looking like a campground surrounded by the forest.  In place of rickety cabins, each of the buildings was of sleek, modern design.  As the car pulled up, Alex saw another buff stranger waiting for him.  

“Hi! You must be Alex,” the man’s voice was deep and as smooth as the skin on his bulging arms.  

“That’s me,” Alex said as his hand was swallowed.  He couldn’t help but notice how soft the other man’s hands felt.  They were nothing at all like the rough, gym-worn palms he’d expected given the man’s size.  He was as straight as they came, but even his eyes lingered on the huge bulge in the man’s tight shorts.  “They grow you guys big out here, don’t they?”  

The other man laughed, flashing a smile that was just as striking as the driver’s.  “Fresh air and clean living,” he said.  “I’m Brett...it’s a pleasure to meet you.  I’ll be taking care of you while you’re here.  If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your room.”  Alex’s eyes widened again when Brett turned and gave him a view of his ample, shifting rear.  He’d known guys who did a lot of squats, but Brett appeared to be a pro.  They came to a stop in front of one of the small cabins.  “You’ll be in room number 7,” Brett said, opening the door to reveal a sparse, one room studio.  The walls were white and the boxy architecture was all clean lines and right angles.  The only furniture in the room was a large bed and a few small lamps.  At the far end of the room the floor switched to tile, with a toilet, sink and open shower area.  The ceiling was one giant skylight, kept clean enough to be almost invisible and giving an unobstructed view of the sky above the open clearing.  It wasn’t big on privacy, but since it was just him it didn’t matter.  “As you can see there’s not much to it, but that’s by design.  I’m glad you took our advice on not bringing anything!  We’ll provide you with clothes during your stay.”  He motioned to the small pile of blue fabric on the bed.  There was a robe, slip on shoes, and shorts and a tanktop similar to what Brett had on.  

“It felt a little weird to be traveling without anything,” Alex said as he inspected the clothes.  He blushed a little at the small shorts.  The thin nylon with the built in mesh wouldn’t leave much to the imagination.  He rationalized it by thinking that he’d be getting massages and spending time in saunas and pools, so he’d need something functional.  

“Figuring out what to pack is just another stress that our customers don’t need.  If you’d like to change your clothes, I’ll take what you’ve got to be laundered and we’ll have it fresh and ready for you when you leave.”  

“Uh, sure, sounds good,” Alex said, hesitating when Brett didn’t move.  

“Sorry,” the big man said with another easy grin, “I can turn around.”  

Alex still felt awkward stripping down, even with the other man’s back turned.  He wasn’t overly shy about his body, but next to Brett he was acutely aware of how much he’d let himself go.  He’d always been lean and defined and never overly built, maintaining a tight, thin body.  And while he hadn’t slipped to become overweight, the lines of solid muscle that used to cover him from head to toe had faded from more time spent at his desk than the gym, to say nothing of the much smaller bulge he sported.  “Thanks,” he said when he was dressed again.  

Brett scooped up the discarded clothes, his small shorts riding up to expose the bottom of his granite globes as he bent.  “I’ll take these with us and drop them off.  If you’re ready now, we can go meet the Doctor.”  

Alex shifted awkwardly in his revealing outfit and shrugged.  “Sure,” he said, following Brett back out the door and over to a larger building.  The insides were just as sparse as his cabin from what he could see, though this building was large enough to house several other rooms off the long, white hallway.  When they reached the end, Alex was ushered into a large, stark room, empty save for a desk, chair, and chaise lounge.  A thin, wiry man came around from behind the desk.  He was dressed in the same white as the room around him, giving him the impression of a floating head.  Though he was fit, he was balding slightly and his sharp, angular features with slight wrinkles gave him the appearance of being in his mid-fifties.  Alex felt comforted by the appearance of someone who wasn’t a walking greco-roman statue.  

“Alex!  So glad you made it!  I’m Doctor Tillinghast,” he said, clapping Alex on a bare shoulder while they shook hands.  “Thank you for coming out.”  

“Thank YOU for the gift!” Something about the older man immediately put Alex at ease.  

The Doctor waved Alex’s thanks away.  “No problem at all.  This is our passion and we’re glad to share it whenever we can.  Now, I’m sure Brett showed you your room.  I’m also sure you have a ton of questions, right?”  He smiled when Alex nodded emphatically.  “It can all be a bit overwhelming at first, but we like to get it all out of the way so we can focus on getting you refreshed.  For starters, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, all the staff here are men.  Since we focus on male clientele, we’ve found that it eliminates awkwardness as many of our treatments are...intimate...in nature.  It may seem awkward at first, but I assure you, by tomorrow you won’t think anything of it.  This is a shame-free safe space,” he said firmly.  “We’re here to help, not judge.”  Doctor Tillinghast picked up a tablet from his desk that had a detailed chart of activities on it.  “We have a standard routine that we’ve honed over the years.  We’ve found that certain treatments work best in conjunction with others.  Like everything, it’s all about timing.  The program is designed to get you cleaned up and refreshed inside and out.  Mentally and physically.  Massage, oil treatments, acupuncture, colonics, yoga, guided meditation...all have been carefully planned and laid out for you.”  

The more the doctor talked, the more excited to get started Alex became.  He’d never been pampered before, and instead of balking at being told there was an itinerary, he liked that it was one less thing to think about.  “Sounds good,” he said eagerly.  

The Doctor pulled up another file and handed the tablet to Alex.  “This is our release for treatment and liability waivers.  Take your time reading it over and let me know if you have any questions.”  Alex scanned the first few paragraphs and found them to be standard forms, so he skipped to the bottom and used his finger to sign his name. “Wonderful! We can get started,” the Doctor clapped, motioning for Brett to come in.  “So there’s good news and bad news about the first treatment.  It’s the colon cleanse.  The bad news is that it’s the one people find the most awkward at first.  The good news is that it’s actually quite pleasurable and you will not believe how good you feel afterwards.”  

Alex couldn’t help but blush as he listened to the Doctor describe the process.  He’d have to strip down and sit in a chair while a tube was inserted inside him that pumped him full of a custom cleaning solution and vacuumed him out.  He’d heard of people getting them, but he’d always thought of them as something for rich old ladies.  Still, he trusted the doctor it wasn’t enough to be a deal breaker.  “Tossing us right in the deep end, eh?” he laughed awkwardly.  

“Think of it this way; you’ll get past any awkwardness with Brett very quickly and can just enjoy yourself from here on out.”  

Alex was relieved to hear that it would be the other man performing the procedure.  He didn’t actually know him, but he was already feeling at ease with the gentle-seeming hunk.  They left the Doctor and Alex followed Brett down the hall to another sparse room.  The only furniture was a sink cabinet, a table with leg hoists, and a small machine.  

“Go ahead and take your shorts off and hop up onto the table,” Brett said after shutting the door.  “And please, don’t be embarrassed.  I have this done regularly myself.”  

“If I looked like you I wouldn’t be embarrassed either,” Alex laughed as he dropped his shorts and climbed up onto the table.  

“Well thanks,” Brett grinned, looking surprisingly bashful at the compliment, “but you still have nothing to be embarrassed about.  Everything that happens in here is perfectly natural.”  

Alex wasn’t sure what Brett meant by that, but he didn’t have time to ask questions.  The other man came over and hefted Alex’s legs onto the hoists so that his ass was exposed.  He felt himself turn bright red when Brett’s strong fingers spread a slick lubrication around his hole and couldn’t help but think about how small his below-average package looked next to Brett’s big hands.  

“Okay, here comes the hardest part.  Try and relax as I insert the tube.  It won’t hurt, don’t worry.  If you do feel any pain, let me know right away okay?”  Alex nodded, wincing when he felt a few fingers slide inside his virgin hole.  “Just loosening things up...and we’re in,” Brett grinned.  “Good job.”  

“Th..thanks…” Alex stammered.  

“Once I turn the machine on I’ll be massaging your stomach to move things along.  Don’t be alarmed if it feels good.  A lot of guys aren’t used to the sensation of having their prostate stimulated, but it’s actually quite pleasurable.  Ready?”  

Alex nodded and felt a rush of fluid fill his insides.  “That...that’s weird…” he said, feeling small and insecure while Brett towered over him, his strong hands gently prodding his stomach.  As promised, it didn’t hurt, and Alex was starting to get over the humiliating sensation of his exposed package when a wave of pleasure like he’d never felt hit him out of nowhere.  “Whoa!  Whoa!”  He gasped, feeling like he’d been electrocuted.  

“You okay?  Need to stop?”  Brett’s hand hovered near the off switch.  

Alex shook his head, wide-eyed.  “No...no...you weren’t kidding about the pleasure…” 

Brett smiled and resumed his light massaging.  “Right? It gets better,” he winked.  

Alex just gasped and tried not to moan.  He felt his cock twitching and hardening against his stomach, helpless to do anything about it.  All he could do was lay there and stare up at the beautiful man rubbing his stomach.  He told himself it was just the lustful jolts of pleasure, but the more he stared up at Brett, the more attractive he found him.  Not the straight-guy objectivity he’d had earlier, but actual, physical attraction.  

“Do me a favor and lift your arms for me,” Brett said after a few minutes.  Alex did as he was told and let Brett pull his tanktop free.  He barely managed to give the bigger man a confused look before he exploded.  He grunted and tensed and saw stars as spray after spray of warm liquid splattered onto his chest.  It was the most intense release he’d ever felt.  When his vision cleared again he saw Brett giving him a knowing grin as the other man wiped his chest with a warm rag.  “You were oozing pretty good there.  Don’t be surprised if it happens again.  Now you can see why I do this several times a week,” he winked. 

Alex just gave a breathless laugh and nodded, feeling too good to even be embarrassed.  Part of it was the exhilaration of getting off with another person, it had been months since he’d last hooked up with a girl, and part of it was an increasingly heady sensation as all of the tension rapidly melted from his body.  By the time the process was done twenty minutes later he’d cum two more times and was rapidly developing what he thought was a man-crush on the golden, muscular god above him.  “Wow…” he panted when it was over, catching his breath as his cock softened.  “That was...something…” 

Brett laughed and wiped him down again.  “It gets less intense the more you do it, but yeah, once you get past the initial awkwardness it’s a good time.  You can put your shorts back on but I’d leave the shirt off.  We’re just going around the corner to the mud baths, so you’ll just be stripping down again.”  

Alex did as he was told, throwing the tank top over his shoulder as he followed Brett to another room down the hall.  This one had a large tub in it, filled with a steaming mud mixture.  There was another open shower and a padded table on the other side.  “You can lose the shorts and climb in.  It’ll feel really weird at first,” Brett warned.  

Alex didn’t think anything of getting naked in front of the other man this time.  He casually kicked his shorts off and lowered a leg into the warm mixture.  He laughed awkwardly while he settled in, feeling mud form around him like a second skin.  He started tingling all over as Brett gently scooped some up and spread it around his face.  

“This has all sorts of moisturizers and muscle relaxers in it.  It’ll make your skin soft, clear up any wrinkles...you’ll be floating on cloud nine in no time.  I’ve got some headphones for you with a relaxation program.”  He fastened the headphones on and turned off the lights.  “I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes,” he said, right before the ambient tones started piping into Alex’s ears.  

Alex had no idea that he’d been under observation the entire time.  Brett stepped out into the hall where Doctor Tillinghast waited.  

“He looks like he’s taking to it quite well.  His response to the first round of formula was...robust.”  Doctor Tillinghast didn’t tell Alex that during his first treatment his body had been pumped full of his special formula.  It was just a matter of time, now.  The rest of the treatments were to help guide and shape the process, but there would be no going back.  In a matter of days, Alex would be a whole new man.  

Brett received his instructions and went back in to check on Alex.  The submerged man had his eyes closed as his head was unknowingly filled with all manner of hypnotic suggestion.  New desires and skills were being uploaded directly into his brain, and if things were working, by the time he was out of the mud bath Brett could give him his first test.  The chemicals in the mud were stimulating his muscle growth.  It was always a little different for everyone as each body took to the formula differently, but the overall effect should be the same: fat would be burned into muscle, and existing muscle would be fed as if it was being fertilized.  Given how Alex carried his weight, Doctor Tillinghast was picturing thick legs, an extra large rear end, and a nice chest.  He wouldn’t be as big as Brett, but massive size wasn’t the goal; variety was.  

“Okay, let’s get you out of there.”  

Alex blinked groggily when Brett pulled the headphones off. He was dizzy and so relaxed his limbs felt like dead weight.  It took a few moments of blinking before he realized the big man was naked.  Looking at Brett’s perfect body without the obstruction of clothes made Alex’s mouth water.  The juicy pecs with prominent nipples, the ripped abs, the dangling monster; it was overwhelming.  “Are you...naked…?” he laughed drunkenly.  

“You’ll see why,” Brett said, pulling Alex to his feet.  The mud-covered man staggered against him as his legs sagged.  

“Whooaaa…” Alex leaned against Brett’s protruding chest while he was pulled from the tub.  Being upright only made the room spin faster, and the next thing he knew they were both under a warm stream of water.  He stood in place while Brett’s strong hands wiped him down, letting his head fall against a broad shoulder.  His hands rested at the small of Brett’s back, just above the large, solid globes.  

“How we doin?”  Brett asked gently, roughly scrubbing the mud from Alex’s stomach.  He could already see increased definition on the other man.  

“Good...good…” Alex sighed absently, finally feeling a tiny twinge of embarrassment when he realized his hard cock was pressed against Brett’s washboard stomach.  A small part of his brain registered alarm at what was happening, but it only lasted as long as it took for one of his hands to slip and grab a thick cheek.  “Sorry…” he said bashfully when he found himself squeezing.  

“Don’t be,” Brett said, his own hand drifting down to wipe Alex’s solid rod.  He smiled when the smaller man in his arms groaned.  “I’m here to take care of you, remember?”  

That was all Alex needed to hear.  He didn’t care that he was messing around with a guy.  He didn’t care that this was all entirely out of character.  All he cared about was the solid stud pressed against him.  His mouth started working down a meaty pec and his hands went back to grabbing and pulling at Brett’s ample ass.  He kept his grip as he drifted lower and lower, driven by a new impulse until there was a huge, solid rod resting against his face.  It was instinct.  His mouth opened on reflex.  His tongue worked Brett’s rigid cock like he’d done this a hundred times, and as soon as the warm organ slid inside, he felt like he’d found a part of himself that had been missing.  A shrinking part of his brain wondered why, if Brett was supposed to be taking care of him he was the one on his knees, but then he realized he wanted to be doing this.  Badly.  The rush of satisfaction he felt when Brett sprayed down his throat was like nothing he’d experienced before.  

“Thanks for that…” Alex said, rising on shaking legs.  

“Thank YOU,” Brett said, bouncing Alex’s still-hard cock.  He shut off the water and toweled them both off, giving the smaller man a few more playful strokes.  By now Alex was giddy as Brett led him over to the massage table and told him to lay down on his back.  The ceiling was the same glass as in his cabin, and Alex could make out a hint of his reflection.  He thought he saw the definition that he’d been missing.  His pecs seemed more clearly outlined, and abs were starting to become visible on his stomach.  

“Am I losing weight?  I look rippppuuuuuhhh!”  Alex grunted when Brett unexpectedly worked a finger inside him.  

“Sorry, should have warned you.  Testing to see if the treatment’s working down here.  How’s that feel?”  

“Goo...good!”  Alex could hardly speak as Brett’s finger slid around and inside his now-eager hole.  It was like the area had become one giant pleasure button.  

“And this?”  Brett smiled when Alex let out another loud moan when one finger became two, then four, then his entire hand.  The treatment was meant to elasticize Alex, so whether he was taking the biggest or smallest of men, he’d always be nice and tight.  The added bonus was that as far as Alex was concerned, they’d all feel equally fantastic.  “Aaaaand this?” 

Alex felt himself pulled towards Brett right before his world exploded.  He gasped, his vision erupting in a sea of stars.  His legs were on Brett’s shoulders with the other man’s beastly hose sliding in and out of him.  

“Well, well...it seems like things are going better than expected!”  

Alex looked over at Doctor Tillinghast with shocked eyes.  His sudden reappearance was enough to jar him slightly out of his dazed state.  Alex’s heart started pounding when he realized what was happening.  Looking down at himself, he could see that his body was already changing.  It wasn’t a trick of the light or the reflection; he WAS increasingly ripped.  It had only been a few hours and already his body looked better than it had in the last five years.  And then there was the matter of his actions.  He was panting and grunting while a walking statue was pounding in and out of him.  His brain was screaming at him to run, but his body wouldn’t respond.  He was like an overturned turtle helplessly watching an approaching predator.  “What...what are you doing to me…?!”  he managed.  

“Don’t worry,” Doctor Tillinghast said gently, stroking his forehead.  “By this time tomorrow you won’t feel any of the anxiety I can see in those sparkling blue eyes of yours.”  Alex’s panic grew.  He had brown eyes.  “You shouldn’t feel any anxiety ever again, really.  We’ll make sure you’re well taken care of out here.  Things will be much simpler for you.”  

Alex couldn’t question anything else.  The pressure that had been growing finally crested.  He bellowed and then blacked out.  

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“OOOOHHHHHHH….yeessss...yes...yes...yyyuuuuhh….” Alex writhed and groaned on his knees.  His thick, plump pecs bounced in time with the steady pounding he received while his rotund cheeks and thighs were a constant sea of motion.  A long, thick cock slapped solidly against his ripped abs.  He could feel the man’s flabby, sagging stomach pressing against him, but he didn’t care.  If a man could make him feel like this, and they all inevitably could, he didn’t care what they looked like.  Earlier in the day he’d received a similar stuffing from a rich young executive with a body that wasn’t far from his own, but it hadn’t felt any better than the out of shape, middle aged man he was currently with.  It was part of what their customers paid for.  This wasn’t some act they were putting on; they genuinely felt for every man they were with.  “Uh huh….huh….ohhhh….give it...to me…” he grunted.  

The man did.  Alex felt him tense and heard him gasp like they all did just before the warm fluid hit his insides.  He hadn’t cum yet, it took him longer than most guys could last, but Alex still purred and worked his hips, dragging out every last drop.  “You boys are worth every penny,” the man panted, giving his ass a swat as he climbed out of bed and staggered over to the shower in Alex’s cabin.  

“Thanks!” Alex chirped.  He rolled over and stretched contentedly, staring up at his reflection against the night sky on the other side of the glass ceiling.  He still remembered coming here that first day in his old, scrawny body.  He remembered his life from before, but it was with a removed detachment.  He knew, logically, that he never would have agreed to become what he had; there was just nothing he could do about it.  That man reflected down at him looked like a stranger, with his broad shoulders, basketball sized pecs, and mammoth ass that arched his back up off the bed.  He knew his arms and thighs had never been this size, nor had his rigid, enlarged pole, and he’d never been this pretty.  Alex had always thought of himself as handsome, but he’d never had a square jaw or cheekbones that could cut glass.  

He remembered his first day and how quickly he’d been snared by the trap.  Alex had pieced together that they’d pumped him full of something from the start, but by the second day he was already growing, and by the third all he wanted was whatever he was told to want.  In the span of a week he’d gone from a thin, stressed out investment banker to a buff, living sex fantasy.  He had proportions that should only be possible through surgery, yet his body had changed on its own, the result of whatever the Doctor used in his formulas.  

Now, instead of spending his days managing other people’s money, he used his exquisite looks to make the Doctor millions.  Men came from all over the world to spend time with him, and Brett, and the other guys on staff.  Despite being one of them, Alex felt a thrill just thinking about it.  He could have them whenever he wanted.  It was like being in an exclusive club, and that was the trap.  Alex felt wonderful all the time.  He didn’t have a care in the world anymore, and despite knowing it was forced on him, he relished how he spent his days.  He was told where to go and what to do, and in return he got to experience wave after wave of pleasure.  His days were spent in the blissful rapture that only his bouncing new pecs and clapping cheeks could bring him.  It was a prison with no walls.  

“How about you come over here and join me.”  The man’s commanding voice pulled Alex’s attention back.  It didn’t take long for him to drift off anymore.  

“Okay!”  He hopped off the bed, still unaccustomed to the feeling of the weight on his chest shifting, or the constant bouncing at his rear.  He wrapped his beefy arms around the soft older man and nibbled on an ear, his thick cock wedged between them.  “Damn you’re turning me on...” Alex breathed heavily, meaning every word as he eagerly went back to work.