Gym Bros

Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are both fictional and 21+. This story is an original work of FICTION, please DO NOT try and recreate anything contained within this story. Don't subject other random people to your fetishes and explore CNC themes involving hypnosis at your own discretion with trusting parties. Also don't stare at people in the gym, that shit's not cool.

This one is really just for me, super MxM so if that's not you're style, no worries, there's different stuff coming. I am a practicing writer and am very open to feedback, thoughts, comments. Hope you enjoy!

"And Five, wake all the way up dude, that was awesome!"

Kyle blinked groggily, the sleepy confusion inching slowly away into the corners of his vision. Where was he again? He was at... his pad, and he had been with his bro... Donny, who was now sitting across from him on the couch leg resty bit... and looked weirdly kinda psyched right now?

"Ohhhhhhhhhh shit dude, I think it worked! You look fucking blasted right now, what do you remember?"

The past however long was coming back to Kyle now, how Donny had been telling him about this new hobby he'd picked up, and how he'd been practicing for more than a month now to try and... Hypnotize him! Holy Fuck! Had Donny actually hypnotized him?

"I feel fucking blasted bro," Kyle mumbled out, "are you sure you didn't actually lace my pre with some shit? I remember you fucking yapping at me about trying out this new thing you've been doing... and I remember thinking at the time it'd be all fun and games to watch you act like an idiot trying to do some shit to me... then it's all kinda mush till now..." Kyle looked up at the clock and his jaw dropped when he saw that it was already 6:00. Donny had been doing this hypnosis thing for almost half an hour! What the fuck! He couldn't remember anything from that whole 30 minutes.

"I told you dude, some people don't even know how good they are at this shit, and I pegged you for one of the fucker's who'd be into it right away."

Was Donny mocking him?

"Fuck you mean bro? I bet my ass just fell asleep cus you wouldn't shut the fuck up. I sure do remember you yapping non-stop, so maybe you just got too damn boring!"

"Okay, alright" Donny said, raising his palms up defensively, "Maybe it didn't do shit, and maybe I'm just full of shit. You wanna tell me any more about what you was feeling when you were under?"

"Nah fuck that bro," the tiniest hint of anxiety tickled the back of Kyle's neck at the realization that he truly couldn't answer the question given the black hole that was his memory since 5:30. "Let's just go hit the gym before it gets too late. I can't believe you had us doing this stupid shit instead of starting, wasting my fucking lifting time."

Again, Donny's palms came up as he moved to get up along with Kyle, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I think you'll find out eventually that it wasn't such a waste of time after all."

Kyle scoffed at him and began gathering his things. He still had almost 3/4 of his pre-workout and drained a deep swig before he moved to grab his bag. He eyed Donny with suspicion as they both got their things, not sure what the fuck had happened, and trusting his homeboy to try and fuck with him every chance he could get. Donny, for his part, was all smiles. He hummed a cheery little tune as he packed up his gym bag, grabbing a drink of his own pre-workout as he went. Something was off... Kyle just fucking knew it.

On their drive to the gym Donny gave him a sly smile before letting him pick the music, almost a consolidation of some kind for whatever prank or fuckery he had already done or might still have in store for him. Kyle decided to make him pay for it and blasted the loudest Metal he had in his playlist. He reveled in Donny's reaction, watching his face wince hard and hands jumping to cover his ears as the speakers tried to shake free of casings.

By the time they got to the gym, Kyle assured himself that Donny had been sufficiently punished for whatever shit he might be pulling, and he promised himself to be a good sport about it. Whatever it was it couldn't possibly be that bad...

They dropped of their stuff in the locker room, and Kyle was pleasantly surprised to find it empty. He glanced at Donny and paused for a second, seeing a brief frown of disappointment flash across his face before that big smile grew back to his cheeks. That felt weird, but if there was anything happening, Donny didn't let on.

"Aight I'm gunna go shit first, will you drop my stuff with yours then I'll meet you on the floor?"

"For sure dude," Kyle answered "Don't take too long, you already got us heading in late!" He was still lowkey pissed that they'd had to start so late, knowing that now the gym was going to be packed with disphits who didn't know what they were doing, just taking up place on the machines, or hogging all the dumbbells.

He did his best to look pissed off and intimidating in his pump cover as he exited the locker room, hoping that it would keep away everyone else in the gym and give him space to actually exercise. As he stepped out onto the floor however he felt something of an odd realization at the ratio today. Were there way more guys than usual? Or were there always this many guys and he'd just never noticed? Where were all the girls he usually ogled at as he lifted? Oh... wait, they were still there... were there less of them than usual maybe?

Kyle wasn't sure, but still something felt off. It almost felt more... manly in here than usual? He supposed he was fine with that, being a guy and being surrounded by other guys lifting weights was still probably the coolest and manliest thing you could do, and the other guys were definitely looking good today. He found his eyes wandering way more than usual, probably checking out their form, Kyle told himself, as he perused the aisles of dudes at their lifting machines.

Everyone must be having a good fucking day today, because wherever he looked he saw dudes that were pumped, biceps bulging and veins popping. One guy over on the squat rack even got his attention as he dipped down into it, and Kyle couldn't help but appreciate how caked up he was, with thighs he couldn't wrap three hands around let alone two. Kyle was straight obviously, he reminded himself, but any person on earth could appreciate an ass like that and recognize how much work that dude must have put into it.

The *SLAP* on his shoulder made Kyle almost jump and he turned quickly to see Donny standing next to him. His eyes locked on Kyles, tracing where they had been looking a moment earlier and an almost lascivious grin slid across his face.

"You good dude? I could swear you were on Mars or something" he mocked

"Fuck off bro, I'm just looking around to make sure nobody's about to fucking hurt themselves. I was right; this place gets way too busy with new people if we come this late."

"Oh sue me you big bitch" Donny answered him. "Lets just go get our set started"

They both made their way to the first station, but a persistent nagging feeling wouldn't leave Kyle. He kept looking around, barely even spotting Donny as he lifted, glancing around from person to person. He was trying get in his usual headspace of the occasional glance at some chick's fat ass while he pumped out reps, but none of the girls he was seeing were really doing anything for him today. And what was worse was that he kept finding himself staring at other dudes instead! It was almost like the moment he stopped consciously thinking about it, his vision just drifted to whichever guy was closest to him, looking at arms swell as they flexed and pushed, veins rippling all along their length, watching thick muscled legs bend before thrusting back out, and watching glutes pop and jiggle as guys launched out of their squats.

What the fuck was he thinking! He'd never looked at another guy's ass "jiggle" as he worked out before, but today he literally could not stop himself. He was only paying half attention to whatever Donny was saying, nodding along and hitting him with a "Yea dude..." or "Sure bro..." whenever he asked him a question.

When it finally came time for Kyle to start his set he was almost grateful, the weight in his hand felt grounding, a reliable consistent pull down into the ground that he knew was his job to fight. It wasn't easy, and that was the fucking point. It was the reason he'd spent three years now honing his physique, joining Donny on his daily pilgrimages to this holy house of gains. It felt right to pump weight, feeling the blood rushing hot through his body, feeling his muscles tense and burn like they were on fire as he pushed into it, hearing his breaths come in gasps and bursts as Donny counted out reps behind him. It was all so simple, and so beautiful for that very reason. Lift heavy shit up... put heavy shit down.

And no one could argue with the results. His chest had grown till he could barely see his stomach over his pecks, his arms were thick as trunks in the bicep and thick as a two liter in forearm, and just the right amount of vascular. His legs and ass looked great too, the solid meat of his thighs sandwiched between toned calves and a juicy ass. It totally helped him score he knew. Even if chicks didn't say it directly, they liked fit guys with big arms and a tight ass. And it wasn't just him! Kyle knew he looked great, but everyone who went to the gym looked good, no matter where they were in their journey. Especially the guys around him today, they were looking fantastic! Arms and chests seemed to surround him on all sides, and he felt right at home.

Again he found his gaze drifting as he lifted, finally coming to rest upon another hunk of a man starting his set on the squat rack. He watched as the tall, bulky frame levered itself under the bar and hefted the weight onto his shoulders. Kyle's eyes were fixated on him as he bent deep into the first squat, his ass cheeks flexing out as he dipped into it, then clenching hard together as his thick trunks of legs flexed back to full extension and he drove back up into a standing position.

The whole process played out almost in slow motion in front of him, and Kyle could feel himself staring, but was almost unable to look away. There was something captivating about the way the other man moved, the smoothness of the up and down, the flexing and relaxing of his glutes, the sweat starting to glisten along the back of his neck. Kyle's eyes roved across his body like hounds chasing the smell of blood. The cacophony of noise from the gym around him seemed to fade gently into the distance as Kyle continued to fixate on the man across from him, and his own lift. Blood rushed to his muscles, and he felt them alight with burning passion. He felt almost invigorated as he scrutinized, waiting with bated breath for every squat down, and push up out. Kyle's heart beat in his ears, and he felt sweat tingling all over his skin, then amplified, almost like a current was now passing through him. His veins were live wires carrying charge all across his body.

Feelings of intensity were washing over Kyle like waves now, sending his senses into overdrive. The clashing sound of metal and machinery in the rest of the gym echoed around in his ears. The stinging, salty smell of sweat on metal and leather filled his nostrils. The bar in his own hand seemed to resonate heat out from the center and pass it down along his arms in undulating tendrils. All the feelings of intensity pushed themselves deeper and deeper into him, and he found himself gasping for air.

"Dude, are you alright? You look like you're about to blow a fuse" Donny asked from behind him

Kyle couldn't have felt further from alright. His face was hot and flushed, his body beginning to shiver and shudder uncontrollably, his head spinning as the intensity doubled own on itself and became a searing heat permeating his body.

"I don't... know... what the fuck... is happening..." Kyle managed to gasp out. He had to fight for every word, as his jaw was clenching down together tight enough to crack steel. His eyes would not move away from the man in the squat rack, the slow movement up and down a hypnotic lure that he was powerless to resist.

Then he watched the man rack the weights, and a pit opened up in the bottom of his stomach. Kyle felt all the pressure, all the intensity, all the heat, all the pleasure that was soaking through him and permeating every muscle swirl instantly to his center, pushing like a tidal wave of energy down into his crotch. His cock was hard as diamonds. He had no idea how long it had been like that, but he was more aware of the straining tension pushing out against his shorts than he'd ever been in his life. All that heat was pumping into him, massaging along his length, coiling and undulating across his groin. He felt his balls swelling between his legs, supercharged now with whatever force had possessed him.

Then the man turned around to leave the squat rack, and Kyle caught a full, upfront view of his cock as it pressed out through his shorts. The man must have vacuum sealed his pants on that day because Kyle could practically see a full topographical map of his schlong. The vein that throbbed along its length, the dip between the thickness of the shaft and the head, the heart shaped swell of the tip as it dug somewhere into the man's mid thigh. Kyle took all of this in as he stared and felt the swirling heat inside of him surge to a crescendo.

The pulsing and intensity became liquid pleasure, injected hot into his veins and encapsulating his entire body. He froze in his seat as his body spasmed, racked with waves of pleasure that cascaded down from his head and out through the tip of his cock. Kyle's breath caught in his throat. His cock throbbed with pleasure, then relaxed hard into the feelings. A wave of tightness formed a crown upon his head, then washed down over his entire body. In a heartbeat the tension flew down his neck, his shoulders, his chest, his abs, and a wave of resonating gratification passed down after it. It emptied out through his cock.

He was cumming. He was cumming hands free, completely spontaneously from the detailed sight of another man's cock throbbing in his shorts. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. Cum burst from his tip like a faucet, and the ripples of pleasure danced across the thickness of his length. His body now shook with intensity, not just shivers passing up and down his spine, but a whole-body spasm overtaking him. The weight fell from his shaking hand and clanked loudly to the ground, causing several faces to turn towards him irritated.

Kyle's face that had moments ago been pale as a ghost, now flushed hot and red with embarrassment, as the last few spurts of cum dribbled out through his cock and soaked into his underwear. He took a slow, cautious glance down at his crotch, and could see clear as day the growing wet spot that darkened his shorts all across the front of his crotch. He hadn't cum that hard in ages, what the fuck had just happened to him?

He took a shaky breath in, and lifted his head slowly back to an upright position, then turned to see Donny behind him. The single shittiest eating grin was spread wide across his face as he looked down at Kyle below, a knowing smile that filled Kyle with such a profound mix of contempt and confusion. Donny knew what had just happened?

"You doing alright there dude? You look half melted"

Kyle could only stare back for several moments.

"Did... Did you... do that... to me?"

"I told you dude, I said it wouldn't be a waste of time!"

Kyle looked up at his smiling bro and felt ready to punch square across the jaw, then felt an almost nauseating wave of arousal slam into him like a realization as he looked at Donny's chest. He was terrified to find his own eyes wandering slowly down his friend's torso, inching little by little down the pecs, and down the abs, until getting dangerously close to looking head on at the crotch he was eye level with. Donny grabbed his face and pulled it up back to his eyes before he could.

"Dude, I knew some part of you always liked guys, and I thought I'd help you figure that out ya know? By making you cum hands free every time you looked at another dude's dick..."

Kyle just stared back at him speechless, mouth agape, with Donny's hand still resting on the side of his face.

"So why don't we go make our way back to the locker room dude, and get you changed into the extra pair of shorts I brought for you! But before we go, we should really lock in this new trick. Get some more reps in you know?"

With that, he pulled Kyle's gaze back down, and his eyes fell straight on to Donny's cock, throbbing in front of him. The waves of pleasure started all over again...

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