Chapter 3 - Power Play
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, the mind control device humming gently in my hand. The LED lights lining its edges blinked sporadically, casting an eerie glow on my face. The light glinted off my glasses as I scrutinized the device, fascination and trepidation in equal measure swirling in my gaze. The sleek silver metal of the device was cool and heavy against my skin. It wasn't some science fiction trope. It was real. The embodiment of power, absolute control, in my hands.
My thoughts drifted to Alex, the campus's towering basketball prodigy. He was everything I was not - tall, athletic, desired. He was so different from me, so... perfect, and the idea of having him under my control was intoxicating. I could mold him into the perfect boyfriend, I realized. Alex could be mine - a gentle giant by my side, protective and caring, but obedient and utterly submissive to my commands.
I wasn't cruel, but I longed for a quieter existence, free from social barriers and judgments. A boyfriend who was entirely in sync with me, understanding my needs, my thoughts, my quirks - it sounded idyllic. Alex's physical prowess, combined with my intellectual depth, could create a dynamic duo our college had never seen before.
But could I really manipulate Alex's mind? Was I prepared to traverse such a morally ambiguous path? The device in my hand seemed to pulse, as if egging me on, nudging me towards the path less trodden.
I looked up from the device and my gaze met Alex's vacant stare. He stood in front of me, a picture of raw masculine power and primal sexuality. His towering frame was stripped bare, every curve and dip of his muscular physique showcased. His body glistened with a sheen of sweat, his skin flushed from the exertion of pleasuring me. His pecs rose and fell rhythmically, his abs contracting with every breath he took.
Alex's large, hard member stood proud and erect, even after his intense climax. The sight was breathtaking and intimidating at the same time. Despite his vacant gaze and the mind control, his body seemed attuned to my desires. It was a testament to the power I now held.
I watched as droplets of sweat trailed down from his broad shoulders, rolling down the valleys of his sculpted abs and disappearing into the well-groomed hair at his lower abdomen. His muscular thighs, firm and powerful, glistened under the soft light, the hair on his legs adding a layer of raw masculinity to his appeal.
The sight of Alex, in all his erotic glory, stirred something within me. This tall, muscled, beautiful specimen of a man was under my control, willing and ready to satisfy my every whim. The fact that he was the college's most desired athlete only heightened the intoxication of the situation. A wave of power washed over me, both exhilarating and terrifying.
The device in my hand seemed to grow even warmer, as if sharing in my excitement and trepidation. I took one last look at Alex, my eyes drinking in the sight of his body - a body that was now mine to command. My resolve hardened as my gaze met his again. It was time to step out from the shadows and into the intoxicating world of power, pleasure, and uncharted desires. I was ready to exert my newfound control, to transform Alex into my perfect, submissive giant boyfriend.
With a newfound determination pulsating in my veins, I turned to face Alex. The device felt alive in my hand, buzzing with energy and potential. I held it up, pointing it towards Alex, the indicator lights flashing brightly.
"Alex," I began, my voice sounding stronger than I felt. "You're a good person. You're caring, attentive, and kind." I paused, thinking about my next words carefully. "You love me. You're protective of me. Your only purpose is to make sure I'm safe and happy."
The device hummed in my hand, amplifying my words. I could almost feel the air around us changing, the room charged with an unseen energy.
"And as much as you care for me, you also desire me," I continued, feeling a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Your only purpose in life is to protect me and please me sexually." I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribcage. "You are always ready to execute my every command, even if it's something you would never do."
With each word, I could see changes sweeping over Alex. His vacant stare started to soften, his posture easing into one of care and attentiveness. The transformation was subtle but unmistakable.
"From now on, this will be your new life. You will be loving and caring to me," I added, my voice steady and clear. "But always remember, I am in control. I'm your priority."
As I spoke, the device pulsed with life, seeming to echo my every command. It was a surreal moment, a crossroad where I was shaping another human being's life entirely to my will. My nerdy self would have been appalled, but there was no denying the thrill of power that surged through me.
As I finished speaking, I looked at Alex. His eyes held a new light, a mix of affection and obedience. My heart pounded as I realized what I had done, what I had created. Alex was now my perfect, submissive giant boyfriend. The power I held was both exhilarating and terrifying, and I knew my life would never be the same again.
A wicked idea began to take shape in my mind. If I was going to shape Alex to my will, why not go all the way? I wanted a jock who cared, loved, protected, and obeyed me. But why not... simplify things a little further?
"Alex," I began, my voice steady but laced with anticipation. "You will not be as smart as you used to be. Your intelligence... will fade." The words hung in the air, heavy with implications.
The device pulsed in my hand, its glow more intense, seemingly feeding off my intent. Alex's vacant eyes took on a slight confused look, but then cleared as if a fog was lifting, only to be replaced with simple understanding.
"You're the perfect specimen of a jock," I continued, my words a blend of command and desire. "Your primary focus is to make me feel good. And you will love it. You will love making me feel good."
The device hummed again, sending another wave of energy towards Alex. His expression softened, his eyes gleaming with an eager readiness to please.
"Physically," I went on, my blush intensifying, "you're always ready to please me. Your... your body is always eager, your... member always hard for me." My voice trailed off in a whisper, but the device picked it up and amplified it, broadcasting my commands with an authority I didn't know I possessed.
As I spoke, I watched Alex's transformation. His once sharp eyes were now softer, simpler, but filled with an eager, unquestioning affection. His towering, muscular body was still the same, but it had an air of obedience now, like an oversized pet ready to please its owner.
I felt a thrill run through me, a mix of power and anticipation. I had created my ideal jock, my perfect giant boyfriend, dumb and obedient, but caring and protective, always ready to please me. And, to my surprise, I realized that I was eager, more than anything, to explore this new dynamic.
"Alex," I commanded, the device flashing with anticipation, "when I say 'Robot Time', you will return to this robotic state. You will be ready for more programming, more adjustments to your personality. Do you understand?"
The device hummed, echoing my command as if engraving it into Alex's mind. Alex merely nodded, his vacant eyes reflecting the words I had just spoken. His body was still, waiting for my next command.
Before I woke him up, I took a moment to appreciate Alex's transformed self. His towering figure was even more appealing now, knowing it was at my disposal. The glistening sweat on his skin had dried, leaving his chiseled body looking like a sculpture made of marble. His muscles were firm and prominent, reflecting his commitment to his sport and physical fitness. His chest, broad and rippled with muscles, rose and fell gently with his deep breaths. His abs were hard and cut, like a well-carved work of art, leading my gaze lower to his groin.
Alex's long, hard member still stood proudly, even after all the changes I had inflicted upon him. The sight was enticing, the very embodiment of male virility, and it was all for my pleasure. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of power, anticipation, and desire.
Coming back to reality, I cleared my throat, feeling a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Alex... wake up."
His eyes blinked open, the vacant stare replaced with a soft, affectionate gaze. He looked down at me, his face lighting up with a simple, warm smile.
"Hey there, Max," Alex's deep voice reverberated, filled with an unmistakable warmth. The new lilt in his tone suggested a more simple-minded demeanor than before, his intelligent, competitive spark replaced with a softer, more docile disposition.
"Feeling okay, babe?" He continued, looking at me with concern. The use of a pet name felt foreign, but not unwelcome. It echoed the care I had programmed into him. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Alex," I assured him, managing a small smile.
"Cool," he responded, his face relaxing with relief. "Just making sure. I mean... I'm here to take care of you, right?" He flexed his large bicep subconsciously, a silly grin spreading across his face.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips at the sight. The perfect image of a caring jock, indeed.
"Hey Alex," I ventured, curious to test his new obedience, "could you fetch me a glass of water?"
"Sure thing, babe!". Without a moment of hesitation or questioning, he made his way out of the room to the nearest dispenser, his member bouncing slightly with the sudden movement. It was almost too easy.
As I watched him go, my eyes were drawn to the impressive muscles of his back flexing as he moved, his firm buttocks clenched with each step. It was a sight to behold, and a thrilling realization that this sight was now a part of my everyday life.
He returned shortly, a glass of water in his large hand. "Here you go, babe," he said, handing me the glass with a warm smile. I thanked him, taking a sip and watching him closely. There was an easy eagerness in his gaze, a readiness to please me that had never been there before.
Feeling emboldened, I decided to push the boundaries a little more. "Alex, I want a foot massage."
His grin widened, and he obediently sank to his knees before me. "Of course, babe," he said, his large hands gently beginning to knead my feet. The pressure was just right, his strength controlled and purposeful.
