The Hunt of Artemis

by SilveWriter (ao3)

Chapter 1: Going All Out

I was freaking excited about today’s volleyball practice, so much so that I almost forgot I was heading to class wearing my uniform, unintentionally. Luckily, halfway there, I did a 180º and went back to my dorm to change into the outfit I usually wear. But at the last moment, I stopped in my tracks, realizing something.

Oh! Well, friend, let me tell you something now that I'm breaking the fourth wall (I’m joking, but you never know when a ninja might be using telepathic techniques to read my mind. It’s a tactic to confuse the enemy). Turns out I have a problem: I’m a pervert. But not just a regular pervert; I’m a super pervert! About 5 or 6 months ago, I joined a newly founded film club. The club president, Jacques Laurent, was a cool and nice guy, and although he wanted to explain in detail how the club worked, I just liked the idea from the start, so I joined the club without reading the fine print. This wasn’t a club where we’d watch movies like *Batman v Superman,* which was a bit bad and didn’t really appeal to me, to be honest…

Sorry. I went off on a tangent again.

As I was saying, this wasn’t a regular film club, but a club where the members would make movies. And not just any kind of movies: porn.

I didn’t realize it until it was too late when Jacques asked me to pose naked for a photo shoot. Honestly, at first, I was shocked, but I quickly realized that I actually liked this, both me and good old Jack-quest, who was delighted to see me slowly remove my underwear, showing more and more of my happy trail, until finally revealing my entire manhood, hard just from thinking about making porn.

Shortly after that spicy photo shoot, my good friend Ace joined. We didn’t know each other beforehand. All I know is that one day he came to my volleyball practice at House Artemis, and after a while, I ended up cumming in front of him during my first official recording at Jock Studio.

Fast forward to now, I was holding my underwear in my hand. In my rush to change, I had forgotten to put them on, so I was currently going commando. Strangely, the idea of doing all my planned activities for today without underwear made a tingling sensation run down my spine. A silly grin spread across my face, and I decided to toss my underwear to the side of my room, leaving the dorm and feeling how my little buddy felt incredible with every step I took, constantly reminding me of the secret that today was going to be very exciting.

Spring had arrived, and the weather had announced a heatwave approaching Cumming, which I think everyone at Olympus University noticed because on my way to class, I saw several people fanning themselves with their notes, relieved whenever they could enjoy a bit of air conditioning inside the buildings, and even taking off their shirts in the middle of the campus. Something I was considering doing because this heat was truly hellish, so much so that I couldn’t help but sweat like a sprinkler and start smelling strong from all the sweat.

Nothing interesting happened in the first classes. Maybe it’s that or my ADHD playing another one of its tricks on me. I really spent the whole morning thinking about what the coach had told the whole team and me in the previous practice: “This next practice is going to be extra special, with chocolate sprinkles on top,” and I was super excited about it. I wondered what could make this practice so special. I heard that OU had produced some of the best athletes in the entire country, and being here was practically synonymous with becoming someone great, similar to more than one anime university with a similar premise. I imagined that the coach had probably called a professional player to join us in practice, maybe even someone from another country, or perhaps the coach himself was going to reveal that he had been a professional player in disguise all this time! The possibilities were endless!

“Hey Yuuto!” said a cheerful voice as I headed to my next class.

It was Leo. I turned around and saw the small guy approaching me. Today Leo was wearing a black tank top that was a bit too big for him and matching sports shorts. Like everyone else (or most, since I forgot to check the weather), Leo was wearing less clothing than usual due to the scorching heat.

Leo was a freshman from Apollo House and played on Olympus’ soccer team, being really good from what I’d seen. I didn’t expect the news when Ace told me that he was one of the new members who had joined Jock Studio after our first recording.

“Leo! My bro, my guy, my dude! How are you, man?” I said, approaching him and giving him a pat on the shoulder. “It’s been ages since we last saw each other, since our last session at JS.”

“Shh, Yuuto! Jock Studio is supposed to be a secret,” he said, grabbing my shirt to pull me down to his height, whispering in my ear. “I don’t think the professors would like the idea of several students doing porn.”

“Y-Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, kohai. Your senpai is a klutz,” I replied, trying to whisper like him, putting my arm over Leo’s shoulder. “But it’s true what I said, the last time we saw each other I had my face in your ass while you were cumming like a hose.”

“Ha, very funny,” Leo said, blushing and giving me a friendly elbow. “I think it was you who couldn’t stop moaning like a bitch as soon as you put it in me.”

“I couldn’t help it with that butt sculpted by the gods in front of me, you sexy sunshine,” I replied. “Hey, I’m going commando, you know?”

Leo swallowed hard.

“Really?”

“Wanna go to the nearest bathroom and find out?” I said

I bit my lip as I looked at Leo. There was something about him that made him one of my favorite companions at Jock Studio. Maybe it was that inexperience and enthusiasm of someone new that caught my attention and made me want to tease him mercilessly every time I saw him. After all, despite seeming innocent because of his size and attitude, joining Jock Studio a couple of months after turning 18 was something only a huge pervert would do.

Leo was incredibly turned on, and I could tell he had switched into his "slut mode," which happened pretty often. We were friends, but the constant subtext of being fellow Jock Studio members added a subliminal message to all our interactions: that we were both perverts.

“Mmm… damn, Yuuto… your scent is so strong,” Leo said, giving me a silly grin while taking a deep sniff since my armpit was so close to him.

“Of course, sunshine, I’ve been sweating a lot today. Why don’t we head to the bathroom? It won’t matter if we’re a little late to class,” I whispered in his ear, making Leo shiver with excitement.

Just then, a huge guy bumped into us, breaking the mood entirely.

“Knock it off. You two look like you’re about to get off in the middle of the hallway,” said Bryce Callahan, a member of House Dionysus and Jock Studio, just like us.

This seemed to kill the mood for Leo, who shrank back in embarrassment, realizing that he had almost agreed to be late to class just to fool around in the bathrooms. I was a bit annoyed at Bryce for that, but my excitement at seeing him quickly made me forget my irritation.

“Hey, Brycieeeeee! How’s my favorite wrestler doing? Everything good at practice lately?” I exclaimed, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder, just like I had with Leo moments before.

“Don’t talk so loud, dumbass. I don’t want to be seen with you guys,” Bryce said, sounding both annoyed and exasperated. “Cut the nonsense and get to class, you perverts.”

“S-Sorry, Bryce. That was my bad,” Leo immediately apologized.

“Oh, come on, it’s no big deal. Don’t be a buzzkill,” I said, sighing. “It’s fine to be a little late. Don’t you want to do it, Leo? You were really up for it just a moment ago.”

“Leave the poor guy alone. Obviously, he doesn’t want to go along with your weird crap, dweeb,” Bryce shouted at me, clearly angry.

“Oh…” I said, looking at Leo with concern, fully aware of Bryce’s words. “Damn… I’m sorry, sunshine, I…”

“It’s okay, Yuuto, don’t worry. I got carried away too… but Bryce is right,” Leo said, sounding a bit defeated. “Besides, I can’t afford to miss Literature class. I’ll probably fail the next exam because I’m terrible at it and don’t understand anything.”

I felt awful for trying to drag poor Leo into this, especially since he’s always so nice to all his friends.

“Hey… I’m sorry if I pressured you, that wasn’t my intention, really. A million apologies, buddy,” I said, sincerely remorseful, clasping my hands together, ready to beg for his forgiveness.

“Don’t apologize, Yuuto. Really, I have no problem. Forgive me, man.”

“It’s okay, thanks, Leo. Sorry for being so unpredictable sometimes. I could be talking about sushi, and then suddenly, I turn into a horny fireball out of nowhere,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck, still feeling pretty embarrassed.

“Ahh… dude, you’re a real loose cannon, seriously,” Bryce said, covering his face with his hand. “Just stop doing gay shit in the hallways, it could splash on me and ruin my reputation.”

“Yeah. Well, guys, I’ve got to get to class, or I’ll be late. See you later,” Leo said, waving goodbye to us and hurrying off to his next class.

I was left alone with Bryce for a moment, and the silence between us became very tense. I felt pretty down, like I’d ruined everything, as usual. I looked at Bryce, trying to explain.

“Hey, Bryce, I’m sorry…”

“Look, I don’t care, you’ve always been a weird dude,” Bryce said, cutting me off. “I’ve got to go somewhere else. And keep your dick in your pants, fucker.”

And then Bryce left.

I felt awful hearing that. I knew Bryce did his own thing, but I didn’t think he saw me as a weirdo. Well, I know I’m not exactly normal like the other students—I’m hyperactive, and sometimes I go off on tangents—but I didn’t realize people thought of me that way. Although, deep down, I guess I always knew. For a while now, I’ve felt bad about myself, ever since I started at Olympus University last year. Before enrolling, I lived in another city (I’m not a native of Cumming), but when I came to the university, I started noticing everyone giving me strange looks. I’d always been a chaotic, jokey kind of guy and never had any issues with it, but ever since I got here... things haven’t been the same.

After several hours of classes, during which I completely dissociated, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I bolted out of class and headed straight to the volleyball field at House Artemis, excited about the special practice we were going to have today.

I was the first to arrive at the locker room. I was so excited! Then I thought that maybe a hidden enemy might be lurking in one of the showers, waiting for me to let my guard down before attacking. So, I started running around the locker room, opening all the lockers, shower stalls, and compartments that could be opened. Luckily, there was no one.

At that moment, after confirming that the coast was clear, I decided to take off my clothes and start changing into my uniform. When I took off my pants, I remembered I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my cock stood up, hard and dripping slightly. I hadn’t realized that since my encounter with Leo, I’d been hard and carrying it around all day. I also hadn’t noticed that I had stained my pants a bit.

"Holy cali-maki! Bryce was right! It looks like I came in my pants."

What I had noticed was my growing musk under today’s sun. Maybe that was what had turned me on so much earlier and kept me hard all day—I couldn’t stop smelling my own body odor. I lifted one of my arms and took a deep sniff of my armpit. I could smell that masculine scent I loved so much—sports and sweat. I felt the scent travel up my nostrils, reach my brain, and daze me for a moment. It wasn’t a bad smell; it was just strong. Very strong.

“Mghhh—damn! This is what I call masculine musk,” I said to myself.

Not many people knew, because it wasn’t something I had shared with practically anyone. Not because I wanted to keep it a secret, but because there were very few people I felt comfortable enough with to be “myself” and tell them: If there were two things that turned me on, well, actually there are many things, but the ones I liked the most and that turned me on the most were nudity and strong sensory stimuli (like strong, potent smells).

I took advantage of the fact that no one had arrived yet to stay naked longer than necessary, enjoying how good it felt to have my manhood in the open air, while I placed my hands on both sides of my waist and let out a sigh at how good I felt.

My cock started dripping, and I couldn’t help but flash a silly smile. My dick looked so juicy... I wished I were flexible enough to take it all into my mouth. I would’ve loved to be Leo or Avan when they blew me, especially when I thought about little Leo, ‘cause in that scene he brought my fundoshi to his nose, sniffing it over and over while his cock throbbed like there was no tomorrow, and he started leaking nonstop. That day, I discovered that little Leo wasn’t as innocent as he initially seemed. In fact, it was clear that deep down, he was one of the biggest sluts in all of Jock Studio.

I couldn't hold back the excitement and took advantage of the little time I had to wrap my hands around my hard shaft, which gleamed under the light from the locker room ceiling. The moment I gripped my cock, I felt a shiver run through my entire body, as if I was incredibly sensitive today—much more than usual. It was like my sense of smell had suddenly heightened, and I could clearly pick up the scent of my bush, which I proudly displayed alongside my piece of meat as I rocked my hips back and forth.

"Fuck! This feels amazing! Mghhh!"

I couldn’t stop moaning. The scent of all the sweat I’d accumulated throughout the day flooded my nostrils mercilessly, setting my brain on fire. I loved smelling this good. My cock kept leaking like never before, not even during my Jock Studio shoots, just from the thought of the risk I was taking, jerking off in the locker room of my house’s sports complex, alone, while I heard all kinds of unfamiliar noises around me. God, just thinking that one of those noises could mean the coach or a teammate was arriving made my ass feel more open than ever, like that time Derek put me in my place in that erotic scene I still rewatch today while using the huge dildo I have hidden in my dorm.

"Ahhhh yes! Keep going, keep going, keeep! Fuck! How I love this!" I exclaimed.

I pumped, pumped, and pumped my cock nonstop, feeling the sweat trickling down my body until it pooled in my crotch. I knew I was about to cum. At that moment, I heard the gym door open and footsteps approaching. I bit my lip to keep from moaning and giving myself away. I was on the edge, about to burst. I could feel all that pressure building at the tip of my urethra as the footsteps drew closer, and there was no way in hell I wanted to hide. I wanted them to see me! I wanted them to see me cum right in front of them! I didn’t care who it was! At that moment, the only thing that mattered was cumming!

Then the door opened, and someone entered the locker room. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

"GRRAHHH!!" I shouted, releasing streams and streams of cum with force after holding back from jerking off for a week.

After experiencing the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, my legs gave out, and I collapsed on the floor, exhausted.

“Fuck… that felt… incredible,” I said, breathless.

"Yuuto, what the-?" said a familiar, trembling voice.

I opened my eyes and saw that in front of me, also on the floor, was my friend Ace, his face covered in my cum, his cheeks red, with a drop of blood falling  from his nose.

Chapter 2: The Hypno Video

"Ace! What are you doing here?"

"Ah…"

Ace seemed to be in another world. He was one of my friends from Jock Studio and the best director I could ask for. He’s an absolute pervert like the rest of us, though I’d dare say he's on another level of perversion: hyper-perversion. At least when it comes to ideas, because good old Ace was a virgin who constantly had wild fantasies about all of us every time he saw us, both in front of and behind the camera.

We had both fallen on our butts, with the only difference being that I was completely naked, and Ace had his clothes and part of his face covered in my cum. Ace had a look of utter bliss, almost in disbelief at what had just happened, as if a gift from the heavens had just rained down on him. And yes, I was sure that for my little kohai, a bit of his senpai’s cum was a welcome gift.

I burst out laughing and asked him, "Holy Madonna! How was it? Did you enjoy my little gift, Ace?"

"Ahh—yes! It was… incredible," Ace replied, bringing a hand to his face, a silly smile on his lips, still not quite believing it.

"Good boy," I said, slowly crawling towards him on all fours, bringing one of my hands to his face, and running my thumb along the corner of his lips, collecting some of the semen that stained him, and slowly pushing it into his mouth for him to taste. "Does it taste good, baby?"

"Fuck, Yuuto. You're always so sexy," Ace responded, licking his lips, a growing bulge in his pants, and a dazed look in his eyes.

I bit my lip, slightly showing my right fang, teasing my film club buddy… maybe a little too much. But well, it was okay to over-tease Ace from time to time, so I decided to lean in closer to his face (red and drooling from the excitement he was feeling) and stared intently at him.

"So, buddy, were you looking for me?"

"Huh? What?" Ace stammered.

"I asked if you were looking for me. You must have some reason for coming to my house’s locker room," I said, extending a hand to Ace to help him up.

Ace was still a bit dazed, but he grabbed my hand anyway and got up off the floor. Apparently, standing up and being face-to-face with me made him blush even more because he suddenly realized again that I was still naked.

Ace tensed up and went silent, as if a cat had got his tongue, and his nose started bleeding again.

"Hey! Don't space out, Ace," I said, snapping my fingers repeatedly to grab his attention. "Look here, look here."

"Huh? What? Sorry!" Ace blurted out, blushing and shrinking a bit from embarrassment. "Uh… shouldn’t you put something on?"

"Nope. Come on, tell me what you want from me," I replied, enjoying how good it felt to be without clothes.

Ace looked away, trying to ignore the bizarre situation.

"Well, Jacques told me to find you. Apparently, he’s testing something for the Jock Studio videos. He says it’ll make people like them more."

"Oh, really? What’s he testing?"

"I… can’t tell you, Yuuto, sorry," Ace said, scratching the back of his neck, looking at me like a puppy.

"Oh! Is it a surprise? It’s not like that time Jacques made us all swap outfits, is it? Damn, I loved how Bryce looked in Avan’s…"

"No, no, it has nothing to do with that!" Ace exclaimed, suddenly shrinking back as he realized he needed to be stealthy if he didn’t want us to get caught there.

I raised an eyebrow. Ace was up to something, and he was probably in cahoots with Jacques, who was usually the mastermind behind all the wicked plans.

At that moment, we both turned around, alert, and heard the doors of the sports hall opening as a group of people approached.  

“Yuuto!” Ace whispered urgently.  

“Huh? What’s up?”  

“They’re going to come in and see us naked.”  

“But you’re not naked. Wait,” I said, quickly taking off his shirt to expose Ace’s bare chest to the sunlight. “Now you’re naked.”  

“Yuuto! Are you stupid?” Ace exclaimed.  

“Hey! I didn’t say anything bad to you, there’s no need to disrespect your senpai…”  

“Let’s go!” Ace shouted, grabbing my arm and dragging me to the back of the locker room, shoving us both into one of the shower stalls.  

A few seconds after Ace forcefully led me to a hiding spot and covered my mouth with his hand, our House Artemis teammates entered the locker room. They started talking about the morning classes, complaining that a teacher had given them more homework than expected, and others wondering what the coach had planned for today’s practice.  

Meanwhile, I could hear Ace’s erratic and heavy breathing, as if he was about to lose it over leaving his shirt behind. I kept looking at him intently, like he was a delicious fruit I was considering devouring in any way I pleased. And of course, Ace was like a fruit; I could see a nice peach behind him… and a good banana. “Should I tease Ace more? (...) Yes. Totally,” I thought, and with a single movement, I pulled Ace’s pants down to his knees, leaving us both completely naked, facing each other.  

“Y-Yuuto!” Ace whispered.  

“Relaaaax, hard-on. Look how happy you’re getting down there,” I said, smiling as I reached out and touched Ace’s rock-hard, dripping cock.  

“Mgh!”  

“Yeah, I think you look much sexier like this,” I whispered in Ace’s ear. “We should have more scenes together in Jock Studio. Or even… we could have a private scene right now. You and me… alone… Well, not alone. But that just makes it more exciting, don’t you think?”  

“Yuuto, what are you saying? We’re naked; we can’t let them catch us,” Ace replied, whispering, trembling with nerves.

Then I could sense a disturbance in the Force. My Jedi instincts were warning me about something.  

"Hey, what’s that shirt lying there?"  

"That’s right, and it’s not just a shirt, there are also some pants and another shirt..."  

"Nakajima, is that you?" one of my teammates shouted.  

Ace stood straight like a soldier when he saw we had been discovered. We heard footsteps approaching. Despite how exciting the situation was, I noticed that Ace was extremely nervous, and it made me a bit sad. I didn’t want to make my friends feel bad; I just wanted to tease Ace a little, but maybe I had gone too far again.  

I peeked my head out from the cubicle door and saw my teammate approaching. With one hand, I turned the shower handle, and water started pouring down on both Ace and me.  

"Yeah, hi. I was just taking a shower before practice."  

"Showering before practice? Sometimes we can barely get you to shower after practice," Harry said, a bit annoyed. "Besides, we’re going to sweat now, showering now won’t do any good!"  

"Uh… Yeah, but I was sweaty after being out in the sun all day, you know." I replied, trying to come up with an excuse quickly.  

"Whatever you say, Nakajima. Just don’t be late for practice," the guy said exasperatedly.  

"Okaaay! Don’t worry!"  

After talking to my teammate Harry, I noticed poor Ace finally relaxed a bit. Still, he didn’t open his mouth to avoid making the slightest sound. And there we were, hugging under the shower while my volleyball teammates changed. The water had completely soaked Ace’s pants, which he had left on the floor. I tried to keep Ace from noticing how much the situation was turning me on by not making a big deal out of it, but I think he noticed, mainly because he kept staring at my hard cock, which at that moment was dripping onto his abdomen. I tried to make the most of the moment of being like this with my friend.

Time passed, and we heard many footsteps from different people leaving the locker room and heading to the playing field. My teammate Harry was one of the last to leave.  

"Nakajima! Are you coming out or what?"  

"Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!" I shouted from a distance so he could hear me. "I’ll just take a minute!"  

The footsteps faded away, and finally, Ace took a deep breath, as if he had forgotten to breathe the entire time we were in the shower. Poor Ace. After that, we left the cubicle (Ace almost fell, poor guy), both of us naked (I couldn’t stop thinking about it).  

"Ahhh... Oh man... that was too much for me," Ace said, exhausted, as if he had just run a marathon.  

"I’m sorry, Ace. I shouldn’t have provoked you like that," I said, giving him a timid smile as a sign of regret. "I think I went too far."  

"Yeah, you went way too far, Yuuto."  

"Yeah, sorry again," I replied, embarrassed, avoiding Ace’s gaze.  

"Ahhh... Now what do I do? My pants are wet, and... where’s my shirt?!"  

"Oh no. Sorry, sorry, Ace. This is all my fault, I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have done this," I said apologetically.  

"Hmm... Yeah... Don’t beat yourself up too much, Yuuto. At least we didn’t get caught. It could have been much worse."  

"Ah... really, Ace, you’re one of a kind," I said, smiling at my friend. "Thanks, man. Look, if you want, I can lend you my clothes so you can get out of here."  

"What? Your clothes?"  

"Yeah! Here, take them," I said, handing my clothes to Ace. "Sorry they’re a bit sweaty, I don’t have anything else except my volleyball uniform. Change and climb out through the window at the end of the shower corridor. It’ll take you directly to the back of the House Artemis building."  

"Wait, what? I think you went so fast I didn’t understand you," Ace said, scratching his neck.  

"Well, enough info-dumping. I need to change and get to practice fast!" I told Ace as I ran around the locker room, changing into my number 4 House Artemis uniform. "Grab the stool and get out through the window! See you after practice! Or not! Do whatever you want with those clothes; they’re yours now, bye!"  

And with that, I changed in record time and ran to the court where the others were gathering, ready to start.  

"Today I have a surprise for you, boys," the coach said in his booming voice. "Today we have with us a professional player from the Champions of the Court of the King (C.O.C.K. for short): Caleb Carter."  

From the main entrance came a man of no more than thirty-something years, walking until he stood beside the coach. I heard everyone gasp in awe at the arrival of the C.O.C.K. player, but I didn’t know him at all.  

Honestly, the practice wasn’t anything special. The only change I noticed was that the whole team played much worse than usual because they were too busy staring at the mass idol or simply too nervous with someone like him watching our moves. This Caleb guy didn’t seem like a bad person, at least not to me, but honestly, I thought we would play better without the constant gaze of a professional like him.  

My teammates kept missing passes, both making and receiving them. I wasn’t playing my best either because somehow feeling Caleb’s gaze also made me feel pressured, even though the guy was literally doing nothing. I felt like I was suffocating, and it wasn’t just because of the heat, but because of the clumsy game we were all playing. I started getting frustrated and, determinedly, I advanced and took a big jump to reach the ball.  

"It’s mine! Super ultra final move Rasengan Kamehameha 3001!" I shouted, hitting the ball with all my strength to win the play.  

This time, it wasn’t like when I got scolded for going off-plan; I did it right.  

"Nakajima, pass it!"  

I couldn’t do it if I wanted to win this training match.  

"Over here, Nakajima!"  

I ran as fast as I could from one end of the field to the other and spiked the ball again with my ultra move.  

"Yuuto, I’m open!"  

Nope. I can’t stop, I can’t stop! I had to keep going if I wanted good results. I couldn’t stop if I wanted people to accept me as part of the team!  

"Nakajima! That’s enough!"  

I turned around, stunned by the coach’s roar and seeing his angry face. And not just the coach, but all my teammates.  

"What’s going on?"  

"Nakajima, to the locker rooms."  

"What?! What did I do this time?" I exclaimed indignantly.  

"You’re not letting us touch the ball even once, man," Harry said.  

"I... I’m sorry, I apologize, I just wanted to help us win."  

"Nakajima, this training match isn’t about winning or losing, but about showing Mr. Carter the House Artemis team," the coach explained. "The team, not just number 4. I’m tired of you not playing as a team. Go to the locker rooms, and I’ll have a talk with you later."  

"But I... Fine, I’ll go. Sorry, guys," I said and went back to the locker rooms, head down, just to grab my bag and toiletries and get out of there.

I was feeling a bit down after leaving practice. I had given my clothes to Ace, so I couldn’t change and went to my dorm still in my volleyball uniform. As soon as I walked in, I threw my backpack in the middle of the room and collapsed onto my bedspread.

"Ah… damn it, Yuuto. You can’t keep doing this," I said to myself, sighing. "Okay, I get it, I just wanted to help and have fun, but I ended up doing the exact opposite. Ugh! I'm so tired of never being able to connect with people!"

I angrily took off one of my shoes and threw it against the wall with a loud thud. After the sudden burst of anger, I fell back onto my bed and let the adrenaline level drop again.

"It’s really my fault for always doing whatever I want. The coach is already fed up with me… I don’t even know why they want to be around me, after all."

I buried myself in the comfort of my bed, and before I knew it, sleep started to wash away all the frustration and helplessness I was feeling at that moment. For a moment, I had peace and tranquility until a vibration woke me up. It still took me a bit to get up and orient myself in time and space, but soon I saw that my phone was ringing. I checked it and saw that Jacques had sent me a lot of messages.

"Oh crap! I was supposed to meet the guys at the studio!" I exclaimed, grabbing my phone to call Jacques while running out of my room towards the film club headquarters.

"Yuuto. Hey, man, I don’t know if Ace told you that I needed you for an important errand."

"Yeah, I was with Ace earlier, and he told me you were looking for me. I'm on my way."

"Yeah, Ace already told me about your encounter in the locker room," Jacques said playfully.

"Yes!" I replied, laughing. "Poor Ace had a hard time, he was so nervous. I already apologized to him for that."

"Don’t worry. I talked to Ace, and he didn’t seem to have a hard time at all, but you know him," Jacques said, making a small pause. "Ace still… has trouble dealing with these things."

"Oh! So, did he like it?" I asked with a mischievous smile. "I knew deep down Ace was a naughty puppy."

"Well, how long will it take for you to get here? Are you far?"

At that moment, I opened the door to the studio and walked in, seeing Jacques in the small reception area of the building.

"Here I am," I said, almost out of breath after running so much. "What did you need me for?"

"Oh, Yuuto. Breathe, man. Did you run here?" Jacques asked, concerned. "Catch your breath, and I’ll explain everything."

"Phew… okay… just give me a second," I said, completely exhausted.

I sat in one of the chairs in the studio to rest, near the computer where Jacques usually edited our videos. After a minute, I got up, turned the chair, moved it closer to Jacques’s, and just stared at him.

"Yuuto… what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just looking at you. What did you want to show me?"

Jacques smiled and adjusted his glasses like an anime villain or how Avan would. He turned to the side and bent down to rummage through a bag he had on hand, and from there, he pulled out a pair of virtual reality glasses.

"Ta-da!" Jacques exclaimed, more excited than I’d seen him in a long time. "Virtual reality glasses, and not just that. These glasses are compatible with mobile phones."

"Wow! Are these the glasses where you can put your phone to watch videos?" I asked, equally hyped.

"Exactly, my dear Yuuto. And I wanted you to try them out. Ace gave me the idea to add sound effects and audio to the videos to suggest things to the viewers," Jacques explained, briefly resembling the nerd emoji. "Apparently, Ace is a fan of hypnosis and gave me the idea. Luckily, I found a course at a great price to learn the basics of hypnosis, and voilà."

It took me a few moments to process all the infodumping Jacques had just done, but I finally understood.

“So, you want to hypnotize the people who watch our videos?”

“Bingo, my dear Yuuto,” Jacques exclaimed.

“Cool. Very cool. But why?” I asked him with genuine curiosity.

Jacques stayed silent for a moment before responding, carefully considering his words.

“Well, it’s a fairly popular fetish, after all. Plus, I think it could be interesting for us to explore that area too, don’t you think?”

“Hmm… you might be right. Hypnosis has never really appealed to me, but good luck with it,” I replied, giving him a thumbs up.

“That’s exactly why I wanted you to try it because, let’s say, since you don’t have that ‘interest,’ you’re an objective critic,” Jacques explained while linking his phone to the computer. “Plus, you’re the club member whose fetishes are the most obvious.”

“Huh? What does that mean, Jack-quest?”

“It means this video is specifically designed for you,” he said, handing me the headset with his phone already in place. “Okay, Yuuto, I don’t want you to think of this as a recording session. Just take off your clothes, get comfortable on the couch, and let yourself go.”

“Okey-dokey-moley! That’ll be a piece of cake!” I exclaimed enthusiastically.

“By the way, Yuuto.”

“Yes?”

“Can I ask why you’re dressed in your volleyball uniform? And why was Ace wearing your clothes?” he asked, curious.

“Oh, it’s a long story, Jackie Chan. I’ll tell you another time. Right now, I’m excited to try this thing out.”

I took off my clothes as Jacques instructed and lay down on the couch. I took a deep breath and put on the virtual reality glasses.

"Whenever you're ready, Jacques."

"Okay, Yuuto, here it comes. Just relax," said Jacques' voice from a distance.

"Okay!" I exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up in the direction where I thought Jacques was.

Suddenly, the lenses' screen lit up, and I saw a large white and pink spiral slowly rotating. Music began to play through the headphones built into the glasses, while a distorted yet familiar voice started speaking to me.

What I didn't know was how complex Jacques' plan really was. The president of Jock Studio had more than one factor in mind. He decided to test his hypnosis on me because, in his judgment, if he could hypnotize someone as chaotic and easily distracted as I am, then any other viewer would be a piece of cake. And that wasn't all. Jacques had incorporated an AI that could modulate the voice of any person into that of each member of Jock Studio. I guess having a massive amount of videos of all kinds with our voices had its advantages.

"Relax. This is the time to relax and enjoy being calm. My name is IO, your trusted assistant, and today I will accompany you in this hypnosis session. Breathe deeply... Enjoy how good it feels to be calm, relaxed, serene..."

IO's voice resonated in my head, and I could feel the power of the words weighing more heavily on me. It was hard to explain, but gradually I began to feel calmer, and my mind stopped thinking about things outside the voice, focusing solely and completely on it.

After several minutes of relaxation and deep breathing, I slowly felt my limbs growing heavier. My mind was tiring and shutting down as I watched that pink spiral spin endlessly. It became difficult to think. Suddenly, various images began to appear behind the spiral: it was me. Not just me—it was my videos from Jock Studio. And they were edited. I saw myself with spirals in my eyes, with my face buried in Zayne's armpits, being hypnotized while penetrating Leo, who also had spirals in his eyes. I saw myself kissing Avan, who was just as hypnotized as I was. I saw myself smelling Bryce's underwear, with my head in Derek's armpit, sniffing Leo's ass, with Zayne's cock in my face, inhaling it non-stop. Smell, smell, smell, musk, musk, musk.

"And sleep."

With that command, I felt my eyes close, and I became completely relaxed, as if I were floating in a vast empty pool, with no distractions, deeply and completely asleep.

"Good boy," said IO's voice. But I noticed something strange, as if it was slowly changing.

Then it hit me: it was my voice.

"I'm a good boy for letting myself go and for enjoying the incredible musk of my teammates so much. I really am a true pervert."

The words spoken by the video in my own voice penetrated my mind and etched themselves in as if they were some kind of stupefying agent. Each word became deeply engraved.

"I love musk. In fact, when I wake up, I'm going to feel the need to smell every sexy man I come across. Smell is the most important thing. How lucky I didn't shower and that I smell like a real jock. I smell like sweat and testosterone. And I can't help but smell and breathe in my incredible musky aroma."

I took a deep breath, smelling myself. It was too potent, too strong, too good.

"You love hypnosis," said the voice. "You love hypnosis, and you'll do whatever it takes to prove it, to make more people watch the Jock Studio videos, so more people can enjoy this pleasure."

"I love... hypnosis... I must... people have to enjoy..."

I don't know when it happened, but before I knew it, I was already masturbating, feeling streams of precum escaping from my urethra. This was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced, much more than being naked with Ace before.

"Naked, naked, naked," said the voice.

"Naked, naked, naked," I repeated, sticking out my tongue and making a completely stupid face from the pleasure I was feeling. "Musk, musk, musk. Hypno, hypno, hypno."

I couldn't take it anymore; I was about to cum—I just needed the video to command me, I just needed the power to do whatever I wanted.

"Good boy. Say it."

"I'm a good boy!" I exclaimed, trembling as I moved my hips up and down.

"Then cum!"

"Yes!"

I couldn't help it. At that moment, I felt my orgasm shoot out of my urethra like a jet. One spurt, then another, and another. I kept cumming, and it felt incredible. I felt all my semen spilling onto my abs and chest; even a little landed in my mouth, and I got to taste how good the semen of a jock like me tasted.

"Good. Now, when I count to three, you'll wake up, and these triggers will be implanted in you: you love hypnosis, you love your musk, and everyone needs to feel like you did today," said my own voice. "Strip in front of the world and show them all who you really are. 1... 2... 3."

As soon as I heard the command, I woke up, feeling as if I had fallen into a very deep sleep, but I remembered everything that had happened and felt a peculiar sensation in my chest... as if I really loved being like this: naked in front of the world, just as the voice had said.

"So, how do you feel?" asked Jacques' voice, who I hadn't noticed until I took off the glasses and handed me a roll of paper to clean myself.

"It was... incredible," I replied breathlessly. "Damn, I think I'm actually going to have a hypnosis fetish after all."

"How would you rate it? Was it a good video?" asked Jacques, pulling out a small checklist from his notebook.

"It was awesome, Jack-quest! I'm seriously starting to feel a tingling all over my body, even after finishing."

I looked down at myself and thought about how sexy both my body and my incredible musk were, and without any shame, I raised my armpit and took a deep whiff, enjoying the hairs in my armpit.

"Damn, thanks a lot, buddy," I said, getting up to hug Jacques, making sure to rub against him and leave my masculine musk and some of the semen that had fallen on my body on him.

Jacques seemed confused, even a little uncomfortable, but he knew what he was getting into when he started this project with me.

"Good, I'm glad. Well, Yuuto, I won't take up any more of your time. After all, it's been a good three-hour session."

"Three hours?! I was in there that long?" I exclaimed.

"Yes. You've been in there a long time. You've been jerking off for hours. I didn't expect you to fall so deep in your first hypnosis session," Jacques said, with a slight tone of pride in his voice.

"Well, thanks for everything again. I have to finish some algebra homework," I told him as I dressed in my volleyball uniform and headed for the studio door. "See you, Jacques."

What Jacques never suspected was how deeply I fell into that hypnosis, so much so that that very night, I couldn’t stop masturbating—obviously with no clothes on, arms held high, and a heater in my room designed specifically to make me sweat even more, intensifying my musk.

That night, Jacques received an email with an attached video.

I might be a bit of an airhead, but I’m good at learning things. 

The naive boy opened the video and soon let himself be taken in. It was a several-hour-long video of me masturbating and cumming on loop in front of the camera, with large pink spirals spinning and my voice, omnipotent and omnipresent, in his head. 

"Good, good boy. Relax. Breathe deeply. Now you’re going to make videos exclusively for me. You’re going to dedicate time to creating more hypnotic videos and sending them to me so I can use them on whoever I want. When I say the word 'good drone,' you will obey all the commands of your master, Yuuto. Good boy. Good drone. Now, masturbate, and don’t cum until this video ends. We’re going to have a lot of fun soon."

By that point, Jacques looked more like a drooling monkey than the eccentric president of the film club. Unfortunately for him, the video still had three hours left.

Chapter 3: Leather Musk on the Soccer Field

Yesterday was intense. I never expected what happened at the studio. Somehow, I felt like I had become a new man, yet at the same time, I felt completely normal, as if whatever had happened didn’t even surprise me, as if all that hypnosis had become completely normal to me by now.

It was Saturday morning, and there were no classes today—the perfect day to do nothing. I was in my room, lying on my bed, completely naked. I might have liked being naked before and feeling the breeze on my parts from time to time, but ever since I watched that video in the studio, things were very different. Now, I had the urge to strip as soon as I could, whenever I was alone somewhere. I needed to rip my clothes off; it was practically a necessity. That change I did notice, though, as I said, it felt like a part of me that had always been there. Even I was surprised by how intense that erotic hypnosis session had been.

I raised one of my arms and smelled the musk from my armpit. I felt the scent pass through my nostrils and deeply into my brain. I felt like I *needed* to smell like this, and I couldn’t help but get turned on by it. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I knew it felt good, and I didn’t want to stop.

I looked down at how much pre-cum was dripping from my dick just from the simple act of smelling my own pit, and I felt more perverted than ever. That’s when I remembered what I had asked Jacques to get for me. I was eager to see when it would arrive, and that only made me leak more, making it impossible to stop pumping my cock up and down.

At that moment, someone knocked on my door.

"Who is it?" I asked without stopping, raising one arm and placing it behind my head.

"I-I-it's me, Yuuto," Jacques’ stammering voice whispered from the other side of the door.

I got up from the bed and opened the door completely naked. When I did, I found a blushing, obedient Jacques, just like the good boy he was, carrying a large backpack in his left hand. When he saw me standing there naked, proudly showing off my hard, juicy cock, he blushed even more. I quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into my room so no one else could see us.

"Jackie Chan! Do you have everything I asked for?" I exclaimed with a playful smile on my face.

"Y-Yes, Yuuto..."

"Shh. I’m ‘your master’ now, remember, Jackie," I interrupted him, licking my lips.

"Yes, Master," Jacques obediently replied, with a noticeable bulge growing in his pants. The boy was practically drooling. "I have everything here, just as you asked."

"Good boy, you’ve earned yourself a kiss," I said, moving closer until our faces were inches apart.

We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, and before Jacques knew it, I pressed my lips to his, wearing a lustful, passionate expression. Instantly, I slid my tongue into his mouth, feeling an incredible sensation as we connected and began sharing a passionate kiss. I was naked, and I felt amazing as I embraced my friend, exposing all my masculinity, like a rush of testosterone, rubbing my hard cock against his Gucci clothes, staining them slightly with pre-cum. We hugged and groped each other non-stop as we devoured one another in that sensual, incredible kiss, continuing for several minutes. When we finished, Jacques stumbled back, and I said:

"Very good, good boy. Soon I’ll give you an even deeper hypnosis session and make you more lustful and perverted like me. Got it, Jackie?"

Jacques swallowed hard, trying to process everything that had just happened, attempting to return to himself, but soon he stopped resisting and wore a relaxed, vacant expression, as if realizing it felt much better not to fight it.

"Y-Yes, Yuuto. I’d love that."

"Good. In that case, have a great day. I’m going to try out my new toys."

And with that command, Jacques left. It wasn’t as if the boy was under mind control, but the triggers I had implanted made him feel extremely good when obeying my commands. So good, in fact, that he didn’t want to disobey. Who would when you can feel such masculine pleasure? After being hypnotized, I somehow discovered that I was quite good as a hypnotist myself. At least, that’s the impression I got after turning the president of the film club into my personal butler, so to speak.

Without further delay, I opened the bag and looked at its contents. There were so many things—from sex toys to electronic devices—and I had the feeling that whenever I felt like it, I could just ask good old Jacques for another one of these bags.

From the bag, I pulled out a smartphone with a strange app on it: IO, the Interactive Oracle.

I opened the app and started fiddling with the parameters to see how it worked. It turns out that IO was an AI designed to help university students (I knew that part), but this version had been slightly altered. Now, in addition to its usual blue color, it was pink, with some extra features. What surprised me most was seeing that the app could replicate the voices of all the members of Jock Studio (oh, right! I vaguely remembered Jacques mentioning something about that). I also saw that IO acted as a kind of assistant for hypnosis. It was amazing what it could determine: heart rate, body temperature, arousal level, hypnosis progression... It seemed like a very, very useful tool.

I continued exploring the app and found several hypnotic videos already downloaded, seemingly tailored for each of the club members. I had asked Jacques to research the deepest fetishes of each of the jocks and create personalized videos for each of them—just like he did with me yesterday. But it seemed either Jacques worked very fast at night, or he already had them prepared, which wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest. Deep down, we all knew Jacques was a pervert. IO also had the same hypnosis session I watched yesterday downloaded.  

"Maybe falling into a deeper hypnosis is just what I need," I said, giving the smartphone screen a lustful smile.

I dug deeper into the bag and found what I had wanted for so long: massage oil. But it wasn’t just any lubricant—it was a powerful aphrodisiac (besides smelling amazing like jasmine) that Zayne had recommended to me a long time ago, but I had never gotten around to buying. The bottle had a “caution” label and some fine print, but honestly, the thought of ignoring the warning made me even hotter. So, for my own enjoyment, I decided not to read what I was supposed to be careful about.

After that, I grabbed the bottle of oil and started rubbing it all over myself, applying a generous amount to my armpits and my hard, dripping cock to lubricate it while I put on the VR goggles and immersed myself in another three-hour hypnosis session, ideally to further enhance my exhibitionism, my musk fetish, and my need to share this pleasure with all my studio mates.

My hand didn’t stop pumping my cock, which had already cum three times after several hours, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was smelling more and more of my body. It smelled like jasmine, but it was such a strong, potent scent that it pierced into my brain without invitation and settled in for the rest of my life. I could feel that with each passing hour locked in my room, the place smelled better, filled with the pheromones from the aphrodisiac.

Every now and then, I had the urge to smell more and more, and I kept applying more of this soap, this oil, this liquid glory while I continued masturbating, with my arm behind my head so I could smell all my musk as effectively as possible. And that’s how I finished the contents of the oil bottle. And after that came another, and another, and another. After six hours of constant masturbation, I had poured three bottles of aphrodisiac oil lotion on myself. My body, my room, smelled incredible, and during all that time, I couldn’t stop leaking. The scent penetrated every pore of my body and clung to me. I was sure my room had become a boy-trap, and that any of my teammates, either from the volleyball team or Jock Studio, who entered here would turn into a cheap slut. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t stop feeling how I was losing myself more and more, but that only made me fall deeper into this madness that was about to take place. I had to share this with someone, and I already had an idea of who would be the first to try it.

I woke up the next day in my bed, realizing I had wasted the previous day gooning like an animal in heat and watching IO's hypnosis video over and over. I didn’t wake up because of the alarm, but rather from the sunlight hitting my eyes through the window.

I got up and immediately noticed something that sent a shiver of pleasure down my body: my room was super hot. I hadn’t opened the window or door all day yesterday, wanting to keep my musk inside, and finally, after a night of abusing the aphrodisiac oil, my room now completely reeked of the addictive and stimulating massage oil. I had a goofy smile on my face, and without hesitation, I raised my arm and took a long sniff of my smelly armpit. “Mghhh… It was incredible. The hypnosis really worked because this smelled better and better,” I thought, feeling my member rise from the stimulation. My room and body smelled so strongly of the aphrodisiac that it would probably linger for weeks, maybe even months, and that turned me on even more.

As I fell deeper and deeper into the hypnosis yesterday, I couldn’t help but think about my clubmates. At that moment, I realized there was no difference between them and me: we were all cheap sluts, who didn’t mind showing off our naked bodies and fucking each other, not just for a bit of money but mostly for how good it felt to hook up with other jocks. Now everything was clear to me—everyone is a damn pervert.

I thought that since today was Sunday, it would be a good day to try out my new toys and maybe hypnotize one of my friends from Jock Studio… but I couldn’t resist lying back on my bed and jerking off one last time. It smelled too good.

After an hour, I left my room and went through my morning routine. Probably the hardest part of the whole morning was getting dressed. I felt really strange with clothes on my body and had this overwhelming urge to take them off. Obviously, I tried to relieve that feeling as much as possible by wearing the loosest tank top I could find and not wearing any underwear. Another thing that was tough was showering. The hypnosis had been so strong that I honestly felt like if I showered, I’d lose all this amazing musk, and I didn’t want to get under the stream of water. However, I eventually decided to do it because I was dirty, and what I liked was the feeling of sweat but not the dirt itself, which I actually didn’t enjoy at all. Luckily, in the bag, Jacques had also bought soaps from the same brand as the oil, and I came out of the shower completely clean, still smelling like pheromones and that incredible oil. Even though I had showered, I could still tell the original scent was there, so I came out with a permanent erection that stayed with me all morning.

After getting ready and heading out to campus, I noticed how people passing by gave me weird looks. Normally, I wouldn’t care about their stares, but today I was seeking them. I was being provocative and trying to get reactions with my scent. It wasn’t that I smelled bad, like dirty, but it was definitely a very strong smell—a mix of lavender and sweat (since it was still very sunny, and everyone was sweating).

After a while, I laid down under the shade of a tree and checked the IO app. I saw that it had already categorized the other jocks and even had a progress log.

“That Jacques wanted to hypnotize all of us from the start, what a slut.”

I was looking through each of my friends' profiles and saw something that really surprised me: they all had a secret fetish. Mine was obviously musk, but the others were into things I hadn’t imagined before. Although now that I thought about it, I did recall some particularly expressive reactions from some of my friends when these things came into play during a scene, especially from Bryce.

“Foul, referee!” shouted a voice in the distance.

I raised my head and saw that the bleachers by the soccer field were packed, and the Apolo House team was playing against some visitors. I walked over to see how things were going and climbed to the top of the bleachers (the people around me moved aside, probably after catching a whiff of my strong musk) to watch the match. Leo’s team was winning 2-0, and the game was still in the first half.

Leo was one of the team’s two forwards, from what I could see. To be honest, I didn’t know much about soccer except maybe the names of the positions and not much else—just what you’d pick up from playing more than six Inazuma Eleven games. The rival team had a weak spot in their defense, that much I noticed, and from what I gathered, it wasn’t too different from volleyball. In this case, one of the rival defenders was slower than the others and couldn’t keep up with Leo’s moves, so Leo took advantage and dribbled past him.

“Way to go, Leo!” I shouted from the stands, cheering on my friend.

The guy turned toward me, surprised to see me there, and after flashing me a smile, he charged toward the opposing area, shot, and scored.

“Goal!” the crowd shouted, erupting in excitement.

“Yes! Take that!” Leo yelled as he celebrated the goal with his teammates.

But before the game could resume, the referee’s whistle signaled the end of the first half, and the players from both teams headed to the locker rooms for a well-deserved break. While everyone else was leaving, Leo was the only one who came over to see me, and I made my way down to the lower part of the bleachers to meet him.

“Hey, Yuuto! How’s everything going?” Leo said, leaning against the railing that separated the stands from the field.

“Really, really good, sunshine,” I said, jumping down to where he was, landing on the ground like a cat. Once I regained my balance, I smiled and pulled my friend into a tight hug, pressing his face into my chest. “How about you, man?”

“Ah! Yuuto, I can’t breathe!” Leo managed to say, his face smothered against my chest. After a few more seconds, once I felt I’d hugged my friend enough, I let go, and Leo stumbled backward.

“Phew, man, you’re stronger than I remembered. I’m doing great though! We’re three goals ahead. If all goes well, we should win the game without much trouble.”

"Yeah, I see. Well, I’m glad to hear that, Leo," I replied with a laugh, throwing my arm over his shoulder, intentionally bringing my armpit closer to his nose.

I noticed how Leo made a strange face with me so close, and I had the feeling he could smell the aphrodisiac musk I was giving off because for a moment, his eyes went blank. Everything was going according to plan.

"Leo? Earth to Leo? Is anyone there?" I teased, moving my arm even closer to his face.

“Huh? S-Sorry, Yuuto, I got distracted for a second,” Leo said, snapping back to reality. “What were you saying?”

“I was asking how you’re doing, but from the looks of it, you seem more than fine,” I said, sensually running my thumb across the corner of his lips, causing the blond guy to blush.

“Yuuto, this is neither the time nor the place!” the soccer player exclaimed, then whispered. “There are people watching.”

“Are you telling me you want to do this alone, sunshine?” I asked, leaning in even closer, making him swallow hard and blush even more.

“No! I mean, don’t get so close,” the blond said, making a huge effort to push me away and keep his distance. “And, dear God, what is that smell?”

“Oh, this?” I began, raising my arms and flexing my biceps. “It’s just my new cologne. Smells good, doesn’t it?” I finished by kissing one of my biceps, blatantly exposing one of my armpits, making Leo swallow again.

“Oh, it’s cologne? Yuuto, I’m not trying to be mean, but that cologne of yours smells awful,” Leo said, covering his nose.

“Smells awful?” I exclaimed, surprised.

“No, it’s not that it smells bad. It’s just a really strong scent, man,” Leo replied, still blushing, while his crotch pulsed strongly.

Exactly what I wanted.

“Well, I’m glad you like my new cologne, little guy,” I said, licking the corner of my lips. “In fact, if you want, after the game you can come over and I’ll let you borrow some to try it out.”

“Yeah… sorry, Yuuto, but I don’t think I can. I’ve got plans with some friends…”

“Oh, come on, Leo,” I interrupted. “It’ll just be for a bit after the game. Just a quick moment.”

“Hmm…” Leo murmured, thinking it over. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I shower really fast and run to my dorm to change…”

“No, no. Don’t worry about that,” I interrupted again. “You can come without showering. Actually, that way you’ll get a better idea of what this cologne can do,” I hinted, licking my lips slightly, holding back the overwhelming urge to strip right then and there and bury Leo’s face in my armpit.

Leo thought for a few seconds before giving me an answer. I noticed that the little blond boy was making a small, almost imperceptible gesture: biting his lower lip. “Good!” I thought. According to IO, Leo had a little habit; biting his lip when he was getting excited, and apparently (although I wouldn’t have noticed if they hadn’t told me), it happened to him in every session we had had in the film club to date.

“Well, I guess it’s okay if I stop by your bedroom after the game,” Leo said, giving me a shy smile. “Although I have to tell you that I won’t be able to stay more than half an hour. I’m meeting my friends afterwards.”

“Okay, thanks a lot for making the effort, Leo, sexy,” I replied, giving him another big hug, and this time making sure to get as much of his head as I could into my armpit. By the time Leo got out of my bear hug I could see what he was looking for: a blank stare and intense biting of his lip.

“Well, see you after the game, sunshine. I'm going back to the stands to see you dance in the other team's face”.

And after saying goodbye I went to the highest part of the stands while Leo went into the locker room, gone, with an erection that was already starting to drip.

Leo's Route

I had no idea what was happening to me but for some reason I was staggering as I walked down the hall to the locker room.

“Shit... since when does Yuuto smell so... good?” I said practically drooling.

I couldn't stop biting my lip. Little by little I could notice how the chemistry in my brain was starting to change. What was happening to me?

When I opened the locker room door things got even worse. Suddenly the whole locker room smell entered my nostrils, melting the few neurons I had left working and making me roll my eyes. I had always loved the smell of sweat a lot, that's why I secretly loved the scenes with Yuuto, who was famous among the members of Jock Studio for having the most potent smell of all, but today had been absurd.

He smelled so incredibly good, his smell was so sensual... when he grabbed me in this last hug I could feel the hairs of his armpit touching my nose and I had to make an inhuman effort not to notice that I was about to cum. And for some reason now I felt like the smell of my teammates was turning me on beyond belief.

“Hey, Leo, thanks for the pass earlier. If it weren't for you we wouldn't have scored that last goal” said one of my teammates, coming closer and putting his arm over my shoulder.

My eyes went straight to his armpit and for a moment I ignored the feeling of him dripping in front of my friends, as if it felt completely normal. I didn't remember his name, I really didn't even remember his face, the only thing that mattered at that moment was how great he smelled of sweat and grass. And like him, the whole team.

“Ah… thank you very much. Uh… excuse me…” I said grabbing his arm and taking him off of me. For a moment it was very hard not to stick my head under that shirt to sniff all that sports smell, but finally I slipped away.

“Yes, Leo. And that other goal you scored? I didn't think a shot from that long distance could go in” said another of my teammates cutting me off.

Holy guacamole, everyone smelled incredible and my cock kept throbbing and dripping as if I couldn't hold it in any longer. It really was very hard not to roll my eyes.

“Thank you… Ahh, I think I’m going to need to use the bathroom, if you guys don’t mind,” I said, pointing to the small hallway that led to the stalls with latrines while biting my lip very hard.

“Oh, sorry, sorry,” my partner replied, moving out of the way at once.

I was in a hurry, really in a hurry. I needed it. I needed it now.

I hurried into one of the latrines and locked the door only to, as soon as I was sure I was alone, cum hard in my pants while stifling an intense moan by stuffing the bottom of my shirt into my mouth.

The load I was releasing was absurd. Absurd because I didn’t even know what had made me so excited. It could have been being surrounded by athletic guys with their masculine scent, maybe it was the adrenaline from the game (as ridiculous as that sounds), or perhaps it was...

“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumbled as I kept coming. I felt something, something making its way through my mind. I didn’t know what had triggered me so much, until *that* came to mind. “Yuuto! It’s Yuuto’s smell!”

Seven, eight, nine... Nine streams of cum shot out from my urethra, completely soaking my jockstrap and part of my pants, as my legs shook uncontrollably and a stream of semen ran down my thigh.

Finally, my legs gave out, and I collapsed onto my knees in the lonely stall, still dazed, with my cock harder than ever, even though I had just cum a few moments ago. For some reason, I didn’t even notice the amount of cum trickling down my pants and thigh, reaching my knees—it had become completely normal to me at that moment, as I bit my lip.

It took me several minutes to catch my breath and stand back up. My jockstrap was soaked with semen, obviously, I couldn’t go out wearing that, so I pulled my pants down and took it off. It was surprising how wet it was, the amount of cum I had left there, staining my underwear. Cum that looked absolutely delicious. My heart was still pounding, and my cock began dripping again as I decided what to do with that dirty underwear.

I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I couldn’t help it—the urge was too strong. I grabbed my jockstrap and did what I had to: I brought it to my mouth. It was incredible, the sensation of tasting my own seed in the locker room, surrounded by all my teammates. It felt like I was on drugs, so much so that I didn’t even notice someone knocking on the door, and I just kept devouring the white cum from my underwear, biting my lip harder than ever.

“Leo, break’s over. It’s time to get back on the field.”

“Yeah, I’m coming...” I answered my teammate, snapping out of it. “I’ll be right out.”

With so many people in the locker room, it was impossible to grab a new pair of briefs without anyone noticing, and it was impossible to change clothes, which made me lose focus even more. So, I sniffed the jockstrap I had just cum in, filling my nose and brain with a masculine scent of grass, sweat, and semen.

When I realized I had no other choice, I did something crazy—I put the jockstrap back on before leaving the closed stall, trying to hide the erection I had, which didn’t seem like it would go down anytime soon. And that’s how, with my dirty, cum-soaked jockstrap, I went back out onto the field to play.

In the second half of the game, it was impossible for me to focus or play well. It was like I could feel my hard member moving in my cum-filled jockstrap with every step I took. I felt dazed, but at the same time, my sense of smell became sharper than before, and I started noticing scents I had previously ignored. I kept biting my lip, unable to focus on the game.

Maybe a player from the opposing team would come close to me, and I’d become dumber and clumsier whenever I caught their scent so close. I couldn’t follow my teammates’ movements and missed several passes. Meanwhile, I kept biting my lower lip, my gaze constantly drifting to Yuuto, who was sitting in the stands, smiling, with that masculine scent that had fried my brain.

“Leo, watch out for the ball.”

Before I realized it, the ball shot in my direction and hit me hard in the groin.

Yuuto’s Route

I had been keeping an eye on Leo ever since he went into the locker room. The truth is, IO was extremely useful. I could see that after he saw me, his excitement levels skyrocketed and never went down after he came out.

Leo took a hit to the groin, which made him grab himself where the ball had struck, falling to the ground in pain.

“Oh no, Leo!” everyone in the stands said, worried about the little ray of sunshine, myself included.

However, my concern faded when I got a notification from IO: Leo’s excitement level was at 100%. I looked back at the field, seeing how his teammates gathered around him to check on him, but he wasn’t down because of the pain—he was down from excitement. He was cumming in the middle of the game.

When the coach realized something was wrong, he substituted Leo, and his teammates helped him to the bench. As they did, I swear I saw a stream of white liquid slide down his pants and fall onto the grass of the field.

“This guy is super hot, he’s driving me crazy,” I said to myself, glancing down at my own crotch, seeing how hard I was. And, seeing that no one was watching, I discreetly pulled my dick out of my pants and started stroking it up and down.

The whole time Leo was on the bench, we exchanged glances three or four times. Every time, I saw him biting his lip. It was all too provocative, and I couldn’t help but keep touching myself in the middle of the stands, raising my arm a bit to catch the scent of the aphrodisiac oil still on my skin.

Time flew by, and Leo no longer had any eyes for the game—only for me. So much so that it wouldn’t surprise me if he had seen what I was doing in the back of the stands, right up until someone came close and nearly caught me. It was becoming increasingly obvious that I had been a ninja in a past life.

The game finally ended. I didn’t care about the results, and judging by the look on Leo’s face from the bench, he didn’t care about winning either. The whole team celebrated the victory on the bench, and when Leo realized what was happening, he joined them too, seeming to forget how excited he had been just moments ago.

For a moment, when I saw him, I got distracted and thought that Leo looked really happy with his friends, all together, celebrating the victory they had just achieved.

“Huh? What?” I asked myself in confusion. It was strange that I didn’t usually get distracted easily. I had been so focused the entire time on how horny I was that I hadn’t noticed all that—the friendship between Leo and his team.

Part of my brain didn’t want to let go of the excitement I’d been riding since Friday, but little by little, all my attention shifted to Leo and thinking that, unlike me, he was truly connected with his team. Deep down, it hurt. Seeing him so popular and such a good friend. On the other hand, I was popular for being a lost cause—a chaotic and unpredictable guy, someone with his head in the clouds. But no one ever thought that maybe not everyone processes or handles things the same way. How do I know this? Because I may be a bundle of nerves, but I’m not stupid (though people sometimes thought I was), and I had two perfectly functional ears.

“No, Yuuto, being insecure isn’t like you,” I told myself, giving my face a slap to snap out of it. “You need to get back on track. You can’t let this slow you down.”

I got up abruptly and jumped from the stands to the campus area, wanting to take a little walk to clear my mind, even if only for five minutes. I needed to think a little, leaving insecurities behind, of course. Obviously, I wasn’t going to think of ways to kill the mood, because I never kill the mood—I always go with the flow, right?

I had plans with Leo after the game, but I didn’t think he’d mind waiting a minute; I needed this.

I sighed, putting my hands in my pockets, and started walking a bit. I no longer felt the effects of the hypnosis; in fact, I felt completely normal, with no urge to do anything perverted. Even though the smell of the aphrodisiac didn’t help, I felt like I didn’t want to do anything. And I thought about Leo.

Leo was one of the most genuine and friendly guys I knew, not just with his teammates, but even with people like Bryce and me. I still remember how, at first, Bryce said some pretty nasty things about the club and about us, the members, even making really hurtful comments. But little Leo never held it against him for long, and as soon as Bryce apologized to everyone after a long talk with Ace, Leo was the first to offer him a friendly hand. To this day, even though Bryce still doesn’t want to hang out with us much, at least he respects us more and doesn’t insult us anymore. And as for me… well, I know I’m not the most laid-back guy on campus, and I can be difficult to deal with at times, but Leo handled it without hesitation, and soon we formed a nice friendship. Plus, since Leo and I had already done several scenes together in Jock Studio, we had that level of complicity. It’s like when you have a friend with benefits that you get along with really well, and every time you hear something inappropriate or suggestive, you share a knowing look, like partners in crime. That was really why I decided to try hypnosis with him first; it’s a pretty weird fetish, as far as I know, and I was afraid that the first time I tried it would be with someone like Bryce, who I’m sure would give me a disgusted look; or with Zayne, who would be teasing me non-stop and wouldn’t take me seriously; or Derek, who would probably support me, but I was too intimidated to try to start my hypnosis journey with “The King.” And Avan had been away for a few weeks to take care of his dad, who had an accident recently, and I had to convince him to leave school for a week to go home and see his father.

But now that I thought about it, maybe hypnotizing Leo was a bad idea. Maybe everything was a bad idea, and I should just ignore this urge to hypnotize more people. I was sure that if I waited long enough, I’d forget about it.

“Yuuto. Hey, Yuuto! Over here!”

I’d recognize that voice anywhere. I turned around and saw the guy calling me.

“Hey, Leo. Congrats on winning the game,” I said to my friend, trying to force a smile.

But he knew something was wrong.

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” the boy asked, concerned.

“No, I was just thinking. You know, walking is good for clearing the mind.”

Leo was no longer in his soccer uniform. He had changed into his usual outfit: his tight black and gold tank top, his Apollo house jacket, his shorts, and his belt, which always reminded me of Caesar’s laurel crown, his sun-shaped pendant, and the bandage on his nose, which I had gotten used to seeing on his face.

“Oh, come on. I know you, Yuuto, and I can tell when something’s on your mind,” Leo said, putting a hand on my shoulder for support. “You don’t have to, but if you want to tell me what’s going on, you know you can always count on me, buddy.”

“I guess you’re right. Thanks a lot, Leo,” I responded, smiling at the kind gesture he had for me. After that, I sighed, letting myself fall onto the grass and lying down like a starfish. “It’s a long story, but I can tell you in less time than it takes to say ‘Kamehameha’ ten times.”

“Well,” the boy said, sitting on the grass beside me, “we can try.”

I told Leo everything that had happened over the past few days since we last saw each other in the halls: I told him about what happened with Ace, how Jacques wanted to implement a hypnosis factor in some of our videos, and how he tried putting some triggers in my head. I even told him about what happened during volleyball practice and that I wanted to try hypnotizing him first because he was the club member I trusted the most. Leo was surprised (obviously, duh), and it took him several seconds to respond as he processed all the information I had just given him.

"Wow..."

"Yep, it’s a tough pill to swallow, but I swear it’s all true," I told him after unloading all my worries, settling down on the ground to sit like Leo. "The truth is, I was going to try hypnotizing you, but... I saw you with all your teammates, and honestly, I lost my nerve."

"What? Why?" Leo asked, concerned.

"Because... deep down, I think I’d like to be more like you," I confessed, blushing a little for the first time in a long while. "Whenever we win, I’m always the first to celebrate, the first to jump into my teammates' arms because... I feel like if I don’t do it, no one else will. Do you know what I mean? And it sucks not having the connection you have with your teammates, even though you’re a freshman and I’m a year older than you," I said, letting out a sigh. "I guess I’m a crappy senpai."

"You're not a crappy senpai, Yuuto," Leo said, placing a kind hand on my shoulder.

"I know, I’m just kidding," I replied, now smiling more than before. "This is just a low moment. In a little while, you’ll have the cheerful, hyperactive, and always horny Yuuto you know back."

"Yuuto... I’m no psychologist, but I don’t think you always need to be so energetic. You can also be vulnerable and fragile, and that’s okay. We all are sometimes," Leo said with another of his warm smiles. "Besides, between you and me..."

"Huh? What is it?"

Leo leaned close to my ear as if he wanted to tell me a secret and whispered:

"I'm actually interested in the hypnosis thing."

Wait a second, wait a second!

"What?!"

"Shhhh, lower your voice, Yuuto," Leo said, making a gesture with his hand.

"Are you serious?" I asked, shocked.

"Well, yeah," he admitted with an expression that was a mix of blushing and mischievousness. "Now that you've told me, everything starts to make sense. You were the reason I got so 'excited' in the locker room."

"I think I was, little guy," I said, moving closer to him. "Tell me, how did it go? A little birdie told me you had a good time, huh?"

"Well, I have to admit, it was pretty bizarre," Leo said, raising an eyebrow. "But to summarize; after smelling you, I went crazy and started getting really turned on."

Leo leaned in even more, placing a hand on my thigh, trying to provoke me.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, mimicking his gesture, slipping my hand under his shorts. "I bet you enjoyed it like a little slut, didn’t you?"

"Well, I won't say no," he replied, his gaze full of intent as he leaned in to whisper something in my ear. "I'll just say that maybe you got me so horny I couldn't help but cum in front of everyone."

My dick got hard instantly, and the horny guy took advantage, slipping his hand down and rubbing my crotch shamelessly.

"Are you serious, Leo?"

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was licking my lips openly, literally drooling over Leo. He then gave me a provocative look and gestured for me to get even closer. He shamelessly sniffed my neck, enjoying the intense aphrodisiac scent that I was still giving off and that he was slowly becoming addicted to. Without breaking eye contact, Leo reached down to the waistband of his shorts and jockstrap, pulling it down slowly, revealing his hard, throbbing cock again, and showing me how full of cum he was. Even after changing, he had intentionally left on his dirty underwear.

"Honestly, I’m surprised my pants haven’t gotten stained yet," he said, getting so close to my face. "What would people think if they knew good old Leo was walking around after cumming in his pants?"

"They’d think you’re a good boy, obedient and submissive, who only cums when his master allows it," I responded, leaning even closer to his face. I could feel his breath on mine.

"Really? Are you my master, senpai ?" Leo asked, licking his lips.

"Oh, do you want me to show you?"

"Yes..."

And before we knew it, we were kissing, locked in a passionate, wet kiss, with saliva dripping from the corners of our lips. We couldn’t stop—it felt too good. We laid down on the grass as we wrapped each other in a deep embrace, full of emotion and desire. It felt so right to let go of everything, not caring who was watching, and just making out right there, under the shade of the campus trees, with Leo so close to me, both of us being consumed by my scent, which was growing stronger and more addictive by the second.

We went on for several minutes, which felt far too short for both of us, and when we finally looked into each other’s eyes, we were almost gone.

"Your dorm or mine?" I asked him.

"Not mine, it’s occupied."

"Oh, you’re going to have the time of your life, Leo," I assured him, kissing him on the lips again. "You’re going to be a brand new boy by the time I’m done with you."

As soon as I opened the door to my dorm room, I realized that the hypnosis had never left. It was still in my head, eager to spread like a kind of sexual virus that only brought advantages. After letting Leo in, I closed the door behind me. Wearing clothes was killing me, and as soon as I had the chance, once I was enclosed within these four walls, I ripped off everything I had on, leaving myself completely naked in an instant, my hard and wet cock right in front of Leo, who looked surprised at how quickly I had stripped. Now, with my body completely free, uncovered by any clothing, the scent of the aphrodisiac emanating from me was let loose, taking over the room.

“Damn, Yuuto, you’re way too sexy. And you smell amazing,” Leo said, stepping closer to his naked senpai, breathing in the musky scent of a perverted male like me.

“I know. The good thing is you’ll have plenty of time to smell me, Leo,” I told him, gently pushing him away from my chest. “It's time for the hypnosis.”

“Okay, of course. What do I have to do?”

“The first thing you need to know is how hypnosis works,” I explained, preparing to deliver a little lecture. I felt like he deserved it for listening to me and helping me earlier—he should know all about this. “You see, hypnosis can’t be forced. I can only hypnotize you if you want me to. And second, it’s really all just suggestions. For example, if I tell you to do something you don’t want to do, you won’t just ‘do it magically.’”

“Oh, really? I thought you could snap your fingers and turn me into your sex slave or something.”

“No, I can’t. What I can do is implant triggers in your subconscious and cause pleasure by stimulating them,” I told Leo, sitting naked on the comforter of my bed. I felt completely comfortable being unclothed in front of my friend. “I can also remove the inhibitions you have so you can fully enjoy yourself.”

“I think I get it,” Leo said slowly, processing everything I was telling him. “So, all that stuff they do on TV—snapping fingers and making me think I’m Bryce—isn’t possible, right?”

“Actually, it is.”

“I’m confused,” Leo said, sitting beside me, starting to get frustrated.

“Hehe, it's really all suggestion,” I continued explaining. “Want to try it?”

“Turn me into Bryce?” Leo asked, startled. “No thanks. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Just trust me and let yourself go. I’m not going to turn you into Bryce, but you could be strongly suggested. And don’t worry, I’m sure after a few hypnosis sessions, we can burn these triggers into your mind.”

“Well, okay. Obviously, I trust you, Yuuto,” Leo said, smiling and giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Alright, what do I have to do?”

“For now, just lie down on my bed and relax.”

“Okay, that’s easy.”

With a leap, Leo flopped onto my bed, feeling relatively small in comparison to the size of my mattress. Meanwhile, I took out the bag Jacques had given me from under the wardrobe where I had it stored, already packed with everything I’d need for the session with Leo.

“Okay, Leo. First, I want you to breathe slowly,” I said, speaking softly to try to calm him.

“Got it.”

“No, don’t worry about answering me. Respond in your head, but don’t say it out loud,” I explained, lowering the tone of my voice. “Good boy. Breathe deeply…”

Leo followed all my instructions while staring at me, feeling more and more relaxed, breathing deeper and deeper, listening to everything I said.

Slowly, I guided him through different scenarios for him to imagine in his mind. With each one, the blonde boy relaxed more and fell deeper and deeper. More and more... This process took several minutes—it wasn’t instant, but slow and calm—until I had Leo on the verge of a trance, his eyelids nearly closed.

“Now, imagine yourself at the top of a staircase. This staircase is very special because you know that when you reach the bottom, you will fall into a deep trance. This staircase only has ten steps, and I’m going to count down from ten to zero. You’re going to follow the descent in your mind, feeling heavier and heavier, deeper and deeper, until when I reach zero, you will fall completely and deeply asleep. Alright. 10, relax… 9, breathe deeply… 8, start to descend… 7, deeper and deeper… 6, you’re going down like a good boy… 5, you’re halfway there… 4, good boy… 3, you feel your body getting heavier… 2, you’re very sleepy… 1, very sleepy… and 0, sleep…”

As soon as he heard me count to zero, Leo’s eyelids closed, his arm collapsed onto the mattress, and he simply fell into a deep trance.

“Very good, good boy. Deeper and deeper… I want you to feel as if you’re in a vast ocean, completely empty, where the waters are the calmest you’ve ever seen. And notice how every time I say the word ‘deep,’ you fall deeper and deeper into these waters. Notice how you can breathe perfectly. Notice how you feel peaceful and at ease, as if I’m gently pushing you down further and further. Deeper and deeper… good boy…”

Leo was completely entranced, and after several minutes, I managed to take him even deeper into this sensation of total calm, where I could affect his subconscious.

“Can you hear me, Leo?”

Leo responded with an unintelligible moan. It had worked. Now, I wondered where to start. Immediately, a brilliant idea came to me to demonstrate to Leo the power of hypnosis.

“Alright, good boy… When you hear the word ‘sleep,’ you will return to this deep sleep state, and each time you come back, you’ll fall twenty times deeper than the last time,” I said in a slow and calm tone. “Now… when you wake up, you’re going to feel your chest puff up, your body growing, hair sprouting in your armpits and groin, and freckles covering your body… when you wake up, you’ll be absolutely sure that you are Bryce Callahan, our favorite frat boy. You’ll constantly use words like ‘bro’ and ‘dude,’ you’ll become super masculine, and you’ll flex your massive biceps. Your voice will get deeper, just like Bryce’s, and you won’t find it strange to see me naked—it’ll seem like the most normal thing in the world. On the count of three, you’ll wake up: 1… 2… 3, wake up!”

Leo slowly opened his eyes, as if waking from a long sleep, though only a few minutes had passed since he had entered that state. The moment he regained consciousness, I noticed how Leo puffed out his chest and gave me a goofy, dazed smile.

“Hey, bro, how’re you doing?” I asked the blonde boy to rouse him a bit.

“Hey, dude. I’m good, and I’m not your ‘bro,’ idiot,” Leo said in a much deeper voice. At that moment, I was stunned to hear how perfectly he nailed Bryce’s voice, making it seem like I was really talking to him. It was impressive.

“What’s your name?”

“Huh? What kind of question is that?” he said, flexing his muscles and provocatively sticking out his tongue. “I’m the one and only Bryce Callahan, dude.”

At that moment, my cock became rock hard. It was both sexy and bizarre, but I loved it and didn’t want to stop this hypnosis for anything in the world. I loved spreading this hypnosis—it turned me on so much, and I couldn’t resist starting to jerk it off.

“Good boy, Bryce.”

“Oh, shit,” Leo groaned, writhing in pleasure at the sound of that word. “Damn, stop jerking in front of me, damn. I’m not into that, you know?”

Leo was clearly getting hard under his pants, and I loved it. I adored the idea of how susceptible Leo was to hypnosis. He was a good subject because he let himself be guided so easily, in a way that would make any novice envious.

“Yeah, sorry, bro. I know you’re totally straight, but I can’t help it when I see such a sexy guy like you,” I said, licking my lips.

“Dude, that’s disgusting. Get your dick out of my face,” Leo said, getting irritated.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you get up and make me stop, Bryce?” I said, trying to provoke him.

“Screw you, asshole!” Leo shouted, which surprised me because Leo would never normally say that. The suggestion was working very deeply.

“Okay, sorry,” I said, without stopping masturbating “I wanted to give you a cologne. Knowing you, I thought you’d love it. It’s very masculine.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? I guess I’ll have to try it to see how masculine it really is. And stop fapping already, damn!” Leo said, flexing his biceps and putting his hand down his pants, almost as if wanting to feel how the hair on his shaft had grown and how his cock was now much bigger.

And even though that wasn’t really the case, his mind was making him believe it was. Leo tensed his entire body, as if in his mind it took up more space than it actually did, as if he were much taller and more muscular. I found it very sexy that this was Leo’s vision of Bryce.

“Alright, here’s the cologne,” I said, pulling out another bottle of massage oil that I had used the day before.

Bryce—I mean, Leo—grabbed the bottle, inspecting it as if he didn’t fully trust its contents. I glanced at the athlete’s growing bulge and looked at him seductively.

“Hey Bryce, aren’t you hot with all those clothes? You should take them off.”

My words entered Leo’s head almost as if they were lobotomizing him, making his eyes roll back as if a sharp jolt of pleasure had struck his brain, and he let out a deep moan. It was impressive how well he imitated Bryce’s voice. It almost felt like I really had him in front of me, moaning.

“Damn, dude, you’re right. These small clothes are killing me. I have no idea how they haven’t burst off with how small they are and how big my body is,” Leo said, his eyes half-closed, feeling the pleasure coursing through his body.

He started to take off his tank top with difficulty, as if it was really stuck on his “big biceps,” then he continued with his socks and finally... with his pants, revealing his wet jockstrap.

“Wow, Bryce, what is this? Did you came?” I said, poking the obscene tent of his jockstrap, which was spilling threads of white liquid from the sides.

“Yeah... earlier, in the game of... uh... I don’t remember where,” Bryce admitted with a silly smile. For some reason, not being able to remember where or how he came made his hard cock throb more and more.

“Sleep.”

I snapped my fingers, and as if there was a second delay in my instructions, Leo squinted and went rigid for a moment before completely falling back onto the mattress, returning to a deep state of sleep. The jock's dick remained hard, and I could feel it crying out to be freed from the confinement of that wet and obscene jockstrap.

At that moment, I received a notification from IO, and I remembered that all this time I could have been seeing Leo’s data in real-time. Right now, his arousal level was at 70%. That gave me an idea. Let’s do it.

Leo's Route  

“1, 2, 3; wake up.”  

Yuuto's voice sounded in my head loud and clear, and suddenly I woke up and opened my eyes slowly.  

“Ah... what happened?” I murmured, leaning over in bed and rubbing one of my eyelids, as if I had just woken from a long sleep. “Did I fall asleep? Did it go well?”  

In front of me stood Yuuto, grinning from ear to ear.  

“How do you feel, Leo? Is it you?”  

“Uh... yeah? I think it’s me,” I replied somewhat confused. “Are we done? I don’t remember anything.”  

“Oh yeah, don’t worry. I’ve hypnotized you just the way I wanted,” Yuuto said, coming closer and giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder.  

“Oh really? What happened?” I asked, curious.  

“Oh, nothing important. Í̴̳̰̫͍̪̤̲͚̤͊͠ ̴̧̯̣̟̻̊̒͗̌͐̕j̷̡̡̲̗͔̣͍̝̖͇͂̋̾́̏͝͝͝u̷̡̹̥͚̣̽͜s̵͖̲̞̜͘t̸̨͚̘͇̲̪͔̬͆̽̿̅̋̍̾͠ ̷̗̯̬̦̜̝̮̲̼̺̉̽̀̋́͛̋̽͝͝m̸̧̡͉͇̩̝̖̰̲͒̋̿͝a̶̫̠̳̦̎̄̇̀̈́̈́͗̑̃͝ḑ̸̡͎̣̱̼̤̲̋̅̅e̶̛͇̪̤̍̅́̋̐̓ ̷̡̞̟͓̙̹̪̦̀̎̄͝y̷̮̕o̷͈̓̀͂̿̅͠ư̴̼͉̤̭̈̄̌̏̔̊͊̚ ̵̡̀͆͌͠ţ̶̠̟͎̰̟̗̯̐͌͑ͅḧ̸̲̟͖͔́͜͝i̷̢̻͉̲̮̺̰̤͗̋͆̒̍̌̊͒͠n̸̡̢̝̰͍͍̰̲̞̈͆̋̊̓͋̈́̂̚ḱ̴̢̨̤̱͚͖̲́͌̍ ̸̫͈͕̟͍̻̦̹̌̀̽̔͑̈́̚ͅy̵̳͚̩͖̣̾͒̊̂ͅơ̷̻̩̖͌̋̆̓͐u̶̙͆͆̾́̾͠ ̸̧͉̰͙̭̼̚w̷͔̣̎̓̆͠͝e̷͚̠̥͙͇̥͇͍̒́͐̉̎͑̿͘͝͝ͅr̷̲̭̣̟̰͊̾̓͂̃̚͠ę̶̛̲̠͎̫̱͔̂̓̈́̉̄͑̋͗ ̷̺̺̜͔̮̀̓͐͂̏̈͂̈̕̕ͅB̴͓̦͋͛̔̓r̷͔̤̈y̸̖͇̍̀͌͂̃̉͒ć̵̠̍̿͗͐̆͗͑é̸̹̺͑̈̈̇̈́̚͝ ̷͔̠̳̞̆͊ͅa̷̧̼͖͍͂͐̿n̴̨͎̭̗͍͕̩̩̍̌̎̓̊̈̽̕͝d̵͖̯͉͈̀̀͒̚ ̶̞͆́̚͝i̸̮̫͉̍̇͗̋̕͘m̷̛͈̗͈̪̋̀̊̉̄͒p̸̡̧͇̞̖̬̦͈͇̘̑͗́͆̄͐͘ļ̶̝̘̦͎̪͉͍̓̆͊̉̔̉a̸̩̫͌̍̉̈́̇͋͋͑͘͠ǹ̸̢̛̤̘̳̥̞͍̟͔̘̋͒͐͋̌̏̚t̸͒ͅe̵̢͖͈̩̮͕̯̥̓̀͐̿̏̇́̈́d̶͚̙̓ ̷̘͓͔̗̮͒̊̕m̶̞͓̲͔͆̋̉̑͜ả̶͎̘͍͎̙̩̀̀́͝ň̸̟̻͓̭̱̈́͘͝͝y̷̛̤͊̊̃̀̎̔͂ ̵̛̺̗̰͎͇̿̃̈́͜͠ó̵̢̳͇̟͍̩̃̓͗̊̇͋̚t̵̢̰̜̱͙͎̯̱̦̰̂̎́h̷̻̓͆̀̀͐̕͜ͅě̵̪̮̺̜̼͉r̶̻̺̝̲͎̭̾́̏̎͂̏͠ ̵̡͙͔̫̘̣͕̥̼̊ṯ̵̳̯̻̀ȓ̴̢̥̖̻͚̼͈͈̃̔̓̉͘͠ḯ̶̮̪̺̤͚̞͚̓͜g̸̳̹̺̼̲̲̾̈́̎͒͊ĝ̷̨̡̟̝̹̩̟̼̙̭̔̄́̉ę̴̗̳̃̔̚̚ŕ̷̢͓̺̞͔̈́̑͠s̵͚̦̯̠͚̮̩̰̙̮͛̑͑̉͊̉͘͝ ̸̨̛͍͈̗̙̪͎̄i̸̖̒́n̶͈̑̌̒̈́̀͐̄̚͝ ̷̫̍̑̊̅́̋̚͝y̶̡̛̞̾͂̂̔̚o̴̘̎̀̌͂̿̈́͠ũ̴̳̈́͒r̵̮̗͇̿̊̾̀̎͑̅ ̸̨̹̠̝̮͓͉̮͠h̵̨̧̜̗̰̞̙̯͛͗͜͝ͅe̵͔̲͂̾̾̃͌̐̌ä̶̳̫̺̬̟ͅḑ̸̖̳͍̘̮̗́͋̕.̷̱͉͉̙̫͇͍̄̈́͑̅”  

What was that? It was as if for a moment I heard Yuuto talking to me from very far away, through a broken radio. I didn’t understand anything he said.  

“What? What did you say?”  

“I said I̷̲̩͒́ ̵̣̤̃͛m̸̻̝͙̳̙̍̀̏̈̚ǎ̴̖͇̉͠ḑ̸̭̙͈̫͎̇̍̀̕e̶̮͕̥̜̹͖͍̻͛͂͋̃͜ͅ ̵̰̖̎̾̈́̉̒͒̕͠y̶̢̢̢͖̺̙̹̠̖̹͌͒̈́̉̊̄̽̈́̓͛o̵̢̤̣̝̹͂̌̃͑̿̈́̽̑͛̏͜ṳ̵̫͚̮͙̘̠̀̽ ̸̨̢̪̪͎̰͙͚͙̀̈̏͑̀̅̍̒͝t̸̨͙̬̦̦̫͈͚͕̀̀͠h̷͖̳̭͍́͗̈̇̂͗̈́͆̏ͅi̸̳͌̇̾̅͝n̵͙̯̱̖͙͌̌͗̂̒̎̉̓͠k̷̮̑̀̌̃͘͠ ̶̧̳͊͑̕y̴̧̱̫̥̓̇̅̐́̅͊̀͝ȏ̵̢̹͙̟̭̫̫̮͓̬̅͋̅͑̀̈̏͛ȗ̴̢̞̔ ̶̛͇̣̝̰͙̯̇͗͠͝ẘ̷̢̟̫̙̒́̀́͆̀̾͘e̸̢̨̲̺̫̬̭̻̪͌̍͒͛͑̄͒̕͝r̵̲̺̋͛̿͗e̸͈͖̞̣͇̍̄̒̎̈͂̇ ̸͕̭̯̱̗͚̗̽̽ͅB̵̧̞̫͕̝̠͐̉̀͜r̷̹̗̝̪̩̥͊̄ỷ̸̳̮̣͙͔̮̈̒͒̓̚̚c̸̗̣͚̺̫̖̣̝͛̂̐̈́̅͋̎́̑̓ͅe̶̖̫̺͊̈́̔́̚̕ ̴̛̼͚̦̤̻͌̐͊̾̓͌̈f̶̛̩̻͖̲̩̲̓͊͗͛̓̕͘ŏ̴̝͓̲̘̍̚r̵̗͍̯̥̼̓ ̵̨̛̱̹̓́͑́́̑͌͛ą̵̺̬̯̥̏͗̏͑͒̅͊̚ ̷̦͓̱͕̜̞̠͛͗̄͝ͅf̴̼̐̐̄͋͆͌̏̓͠ȩ̷̤̳͕̱̜̗̈͋̕͝w̸͓̤̍́͆͋̈́̌͠ ̵̡͎̖̣͙̠̽͛͛͊̈̍͂̕͝m̸̡̧̫͓̼̯̻̬̼͕̃̏͊o̷̬̪͑͆͗͊̎m̵̧͕̭͆̊̈͘̕͠e̸̬̦̪͕̞͚͒͐ṇ̸̳́͌̈́͑͒̇̓̚ť̶̲̠͍̤̮̩̥̌̇̃͌̂̆́̕͜͠s̶̥̈́̀̀̌̈́͋̕̕.̴̛̝̳̪̗̺̘̹̼̫̒̉̀́̀͜ ̴͊͋͝͝ͅY̷̪̫̒̇̕ơ̵̧̘͓͕̩̫͔̅̊̌͜ù̷̢̡̥͙̳̖͕̳͑̈́̂̀͒̈́ ̵̡̧̳͎͓̺̾̿̑̀͂s̴̢̙͍͖̦͔̱̤͈̍̿̋͂͑̊̆́͆͝h̴͕̻̮͔̝͠ỡ̷̹̠̖̱̭u̵̻͇̰̣͌̌́̎̀̎̓̅͝l̶̡͎͖̦͓͜͠͝ḑ̵͎̜͔͐͂̑͋ ̶̡̙̼̤̹̬͎̀͋͐́̅ͅs̵̠͒͆̀̊̾̀̕͠͝e̶̢̛̺̠̟͚̖͈̺̹̳̐̇̄̿̉̃͐͝͝e̷̡̖̬͓͈̺̩̩̱̎̊̔ ̵͚̜̞͊̋̍͋̀͑̒̓͒̍y̶̧̛̰̳͎͚̖͖͍͆͛͝ͅơ̸̱̳̭̽̈̿̽̕u̶̺̩̓͑̌͠ȓ̸̜̗̣̔͆͌̄̐͠͝ş̸̝̫̭̳̠̺̦̻̮̈͛̃̿͂̊͂̔̋ẻ̶͚̟͎͌̐̎l̵̨̺̩̤̜͔̜̘̋̀̓f̷̡̛͈̲͍̳̯͔̦̙͉́̓̓͌͌̔͠͠͝,̸̨̦̮̩̺̤̪̞̇͠ ̴̛͈̺͕͉̻̙̆́̈͝ͅǎ̵̡̘͇̠͎͕̣̖̱͊ͅl̷̦͈̱̼̽̌͋̋̔̉l̷̡̨̮͔̠̤̾͝ ̷͔͓̪̊͗̍̆̓̿̆̇̽̚m̸̞̜͕̩̱͙̲͓͙͌̀̾̾̈͜u̷̺͍̫̅̐͌͒̍ṡ̶̯͑̏͂̈̅̓̐͘͝c̵̨̩̞̩̹̱̤̺̬̘̒̑̐̋͝ų̵̮̙͎͍̩̯̝̥̦͒̓̑̕͝l̵̡̦͓̺͑̌̀͜a̸̡̨̡̧͉̯̣̬̹̫͗̑͂̂̔̈̕ř̴͓͆̋̉͊̈̃͠ ̴̢͛͆͗̊̆͘̕a̵̡͍̝̹̹̬̽͂̑̀͌̿̆̇̕͝n̴̩̘̈͆̊̈́̄͌̽̅ḑ̵͇̣̺̭̼̣̹̋̅̄́́ ̴̢̭͎̺͍̖̙̼͕͛̓̅͗́̽̕͘͜ş̶̻̦͕͕̮̒̈͐̔͜͝ẗ̵̨̨̛̠̱́̓̎̓͑̌r̵͚̝̊̋͋̽̈́͠͠o̵͎͖̬̅͗̇̉͛̈́͐͑̽̄n̷͔̖̱̬͚͑̓̔̂̾͊̈́̕͘͠g̶͎̥̦̩͇̓̃̒͋̓͑̄̅̔͌.”  

I stuck a finger in my ear, baffled that I couldn’t hear anything he was saying.  

“This... I see...” I said, smiling, trying to hide that I hadn’t understood him at all. “By the way, Yuuto, what time is it?”  

“It’s already 9:00 PM. You’ve been asleep for a while, little one.”  

“What?!” I exclaimed, alarmed. I looked at Yuuto's bedside clock and jumped when I saw that, indeed, I had been in a trance for hours. “Oh no, oh no! I have to go, Yuuto, I have to turn in a project tomorrow, and I was supposed to meet my soccer club friends tonight to have dinner together and celebrate the game! Thank you so much for everything again, Yuuto, and I’m sorry I have to leave so quickly!”  

I jumped up, and before I even finished speaking to Yuuto, I opened the door to his room and ran down the hallway. In the distance, a few students were talking, their backs turned to me. Then, out of nowhere, I felt someone grab me from behind and drag me back into Yuuto's room: it was Yuuto himself.

"Hey, Yuuto! What are you-?"

"Shh, quiet, Leo, come here," he whispered, pulling me back into the room and closing the door behind us.

"What’s up with you, man? Seriously, I can't stay here any longer," I said, now getting a little irritated.

"I think you should take a look at yourself before heading out into the hallway again," Yuuto teased with a grin.

And with that, he snapped his fingers.

I blinked several times, as if I was realizing something I had previously ignored. I glanced around, somewhat alarmed, and slowly became aware of a warm sensation, like something was hugging my entire body. I stood still, piecing things together and imagining what it could be, and I slowly looked down.

"Oh my god... What is this?"

I looked at myself in the mirror on Yuuto’s wardrobe door. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before, or that I had even stepped into the hallway without realizing it: I was wrapped in a leather harness. I stood there, stunned.

The harness was snug around my chest, with straps under my armpits and over my shoulders. Leather belts were fastened tightly around my biceps, and it was completed by a pair of tight shorts that were split down the middle, exposing my groin completely, along with gloves and boots that reached nearly to my knees. Leather, leather, leather… everything was made of leather, and I couldn’t help but shudder. The smell of the leather was so good, so incredible…

"Do you like the gift I gave you?" Yuuto said, giving me a slap on the butt that made me jump, hard and dripping like a whore.

"Jeez, Yuuto," I panted, staring at him wide-eyed, "this is incredible. What have you done to me?"

"I’ve done a lot of things, Leo. For example… leather."

"Ahhh!"

I stopped myself short. I had moaned when I touched my leather harness, unintentionally. I felt weird, tense, but my dick seemed to be leaking more than ever before.

Yuuto looked at me.

"Leather."

"Ahhhhh!!"

Each time I moaned, I felt more pleasure, more and more pleasure. Leather was my favorite fetish!

"Leather!"

"Oh my god, please don’t stop, Yuuto, don’t stop!"

Every time he said that word, my body shook more and more, as I flexed my biceps and chest, feeling the leather rubbing against my skin and moaning nonstop until I collapsed onto the bed, eyes rolling back from all the pleasure I was feeling just from hearing that silly word.

When Yuuto brought his long dick close to my face, I couldn’t help but take it all in my mouth in one swift motion, burying my face in the thick bush that smelled overwhelmingly of the massage oil that had affected me so much the first time I smelled it.

I began to suck his cock without stopping, moving my head back and forth, swirling my tongue to draw out all the pre-cum I could from my new master’s cock.

"Oh yeah, fuck, Leo. You’re such a good boy. Maybe if you keep being this obedient, I’ll give you my used underwear," Yuuto teased. "Leather."

"Mghhhh!!"

Moments later, even though I was busy taking his entire length into my mouth, as soon as I heard the word "leather," I started rubbing my hand over the leather harness I was wearing. Even though I moaned as loudly as I could, the sound was muffled by Yuuto’s meat, preventing me from screaming. 

My ass started to throb; I could feel how badly it needed to be fucked hard until it was filled, but Yuuto knew it too, and he wasn’t going to let me reach the climax so easily.

Then I felt a viscous substance drip onto my groin and slowly spread. I looked down and saw that Yuuto was pouring the contents of a bottle over me: it was aphrodisiac oil.

"Mmmghhh!!! Yuuto…" I muttered, unable to say anything else.

Yuuto didn’t say a word, he just kept moving his hand to ensure the oil covered every inch of my body. Wherever it landed, the heat increased, and with it, my passion and obsession.

Hypnosis, hypnosis, hypnosis… more, more...

As I was on the verge of insanity, Yuuto deliberately let a large drop of the oil fall on my face, making me moan like a bitch in heat. Having such a potent aphrodisiac directly in my nose was an incredible feeling. I could feel all the neurons in my brain exploding and turning into a mass of lust and sex that could only think of one thing: Yuuto.

My master began rubbing the oil all over me, including my face. He smeared and smeared it, forcing me to lick his fingers clean and swallow the aphrodisiac that had already seeped inside me. He even scooped up a glob of oil with two of his fingers and shoving them into my ass, making me cum.

I had the best master in the world.

The hypnosis deepened with each passing moment, and I became more obedient. My master Yuuto didn’t fuck me, but he worked hard on my asshole to stretch it out and strengthen my leather fetish, making sure that every time he said the word, I would enter a state of pleasure on the edge of orgasm.

My master said that the scent was very important, and we needed to change mine. All I could think about was how delicious his dick was and how much I wanted to be like him: tall and with thick hair growing on my shaft like my new owner. The leather was mine. My leather harness felt like a second skin. I was about to cum again.

Hours passed like this, and slowly, my brain stopped thinking and simply accepted everything my new master said. I didn’t care about being late for anything because I knew my master’s orders were my top priority. We kissed nonstop, and I let him admire my new harness. When he touched it, I moaned like the [] I was, while I used my free hand to finger my ass.

Midnight. Midnight came, and we continued like that. We were sweaty, but we didn’t tire. It was impossible to tire when we had been hypnotized not to. I wanted to do everything to serve my new master and owner.

I don’t remember if we said anything; words were unnecessary. We communicated only through guttural moans.

We were on Yuuto’s bed, jerking each other and moaning nonstop, when my master grabbed the bottle of oil from his nightstand and poured it over me until it was empty, covering my body with the thick, sensual liquid. We moaned endlessly as we rubbed it in together, making sure it soaked into every pore of my body, making the scent permanent. More, more, more. We couldn’t stop and didn’t want to stop. We were together, enjoying and pleasuring each other without ever reaching a limit all night, accumulating more and more pleasure, leaving the room filled with the strongest aphrodisiac scent I had ever smelled in my life.

From now on, I had to smell good. From now on, I had to serve my master. From now on, I would spread this hypnosis. From now on, I wouldn’t go anywhere without wearing my leather harness under my clothes.