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Sacrifice

by Musclethief

DISCLAIMER : Although this story involves a well known person, the story is a work of fiction and is not intended as a reflection of that person or of anything they may have or want to experience. The person was chosen merely as a reference, a “type” that most people could visualize and his involvement in the story is merely that of inspiration to the reader and writer alike.


Dr. Mesmir was not surprised to see the name of his next appointment. His clientele were often the famous from actors to athletes. The sought his near-miraculous help for anything from addiction to performance improvement. He smiled as he read the name.

“Stan McQuay”

He called the young man into his office, smiling as he took in the handsome Eurasian bodybuilder with the stunning body. After the usual greetings were completed, Dr. Mesmir asked simply,

“What is it I can do for you Stan?”

The bodybuilder looked into the doctor’s face and replied, “I want to get bigger. There are upcoming contests and I need to get bigger for them. I am an all natural bodybuilder and don’t use ‘roids. I also seem to have hit a plateau that I can’t break. I figured that you could help me break through that mental barrier”. He flexed his tanktop-clad torso for emphasis.

Dr. Mesmir smiled, “I can do that, but the question is whether or not you are willing...or to put it more succinctly, how far are you prepared to go to achieve your goals/”

Stan grinned back. “I won’t commit murder, but other than that, am prepared to do anything. You don’t get as far as I have without some sacrifice”. Here, he lifted his massive arm and flexed, his sculpted bicep swelling to max peak. “This didn’t come from cutting corners, Doc. This came from giving up a lot of what other people take for granted, like going out for drinks or buffets or skipping workouts etc. I have sacrificed time and effort to build my body, so what you’re asking isn’t exactly a foreign concept”.

Dr. Mesmir admired the flexed arm. “Yes, you are quite right, of course. Well, if you are prepared to go under hypnosis then I think we can do something”.

Stan put his arm down and leaned forward. “Will I be “out” or will I be aware?” he asked.

Dr. Mesmir said, “You will be conscious throughout the procedure.” This was a lie, but the Doctor figured it didn’t matter as the young athlete wouldn’t know until it was over. “But, I need to get your conscious mind out of the way in order for me to break the barriers that you are experiencing”.

Stan smiled and said, “Yeah, that is what I figured. My conscious mind is somehow interfering with my goals and that is why I thought that hypnosis might help. And, well...you are the man with the rep!” he laughed, his white teeth flashing.

“Hehehehe, I am very much that” Dr. Mesmir laughed back. “If you are ready, let’s get started...come into my treatment room”

Stan followed the doctor into a golden green room that was instantly relaxing, the ions and atmosphere perfectly balanced. He felt it as soon as he walked in. The doctor indicated a very comfortable looking chair and Stan sat in it.

“Ready?” Dr. Mesmir asked/

“Yes”

“Then we begin....” and Dr. Mesmir began a soothing monologue, quiet, relaxing, the words and sentences repeating, folding in and back on each other, the cadences forming a counterpattern that complimented and enhanced the subtle instructions for sleep. It wasn’t long before Stan’s eyes grew heavier and the lids began to lower. Slowly, his head fell forward onto his chest. Dr. Mesmir did not break his patterns for a good ten minutes extra, to ensure that the young bodybuilder was well and truly asleep.

“Stan....can you hear me?” he asked

“Yes”

“Good. Open your eyes and sit up straight, but remain in deep sleep until I wake you” the doctor said softly.

Stan’s muscles flexed beneath his tight tank top as he sat up and opened his eyes.

“Stan, you want to achieve your goals, don’t you?

“Yes”

“You said you would do anything to achieve them, is that true?”

“Yes” Stan nodded for emphasis

“Good. Now, you can’t achieve your goals because your conscious mind interferes, right?”

“Right”

“So we need to make it so that it cannot interfere, correct?”

“Yes”

“I want you to picture a carved box, very thick, very strong, made of the densest wood.”

“Okay”

“Now, I want you to put your conscious mind into that box”

“Okay” Stan’s face registered concentration. “It is in”

“Good, now close the box and take the key beside it and lock the box” the doctor told him.

“Okay” Stan made motions as if closing and locking a box.

“Good. Now, give me the key” Mesmir ordered

Stan handed over the invisible key.

“Can you open the box?”

“No”

“Try to open it, Stan” the doctor ordered.

Stan went through the motions of trying to open the box, digging in his fingers trying to pry the lid off, his sculpted torso flexing with the effort, but finally stopped, “I -I can’t”

“Good. Now, you can’t hear your conscious mind anymore, can you?”

“N...n...no” Stan looked puzzled, lifting his arms as if lifting a box to his ear

“And that is good because....because why?”

“It interferes” Stan said promptly.

“Right! So, now it cannot interfere, can it?”

“No!” Stan grinned happily

“Instead of your conscious mind, you will now listen to and obey me because that is why you came here”

“Um..yeah” Stan said

“You came for help, right?”

“Yeah”

“I can only help you if you always obey me”

“Okay” Stan said, relinquishing his control to the doctor.

“Good. As long as you obey me, you will achieve your goals” Dr. Mesmir said.

“Great!” Stan smiled and the doctor once again admired the youth’s handsome good looks.

“Stan, I want you to prove to yourself that your conscious mind cannot make itself heard”

“Okay”

“You are proud of your body, aren’t you?”

“Yes” Stan flexed and smiled

“You aren’t shy about showing it off, are you?”

Stan grinned impishly. “Nope”

“Then take off your clothes and stand naked in front of me”

Stan’s face registered resistance for a brief instant but went blank and he stood up, peeled off his tight tank, slid off his sandals and shorts and thong, then stood gloriously naked before the doctor. Mesmir look over the bodybuilder with detailed interest, noting the superbly developed muscles, huge, pumped and rock hard.

Dr. Mesmir ran his hands over Stan’s pecs, down his abs, and back up, tweaking Stan’s nipples. Stan looked surprised, but otherwise didn’t react.

“Stan, I want you to flex your muscles as I touch them” Mesmir said. Stan smiled knowingly, proudly.

Mesmir began to slowly stroke Stan’s forearms, feeling the young bodybuilder flexing and tensing the muscles. Up the biceps, which swelled under the doctor’s touch. The shoulders and pecs striated as Mesmir’s hands glided over them, as did the back muscles as the doctor moved behind the athlete. Down the back to the bubble-butt glutes, which hardened under Mesmir’s hands. He rubbhed his face into the warm muscled butt, his hands kneading Stan’s magnificent calves. His tongue flicked across the striated ass as he stood up.

As he reached around Stan from behind, over Stan’s flexing abs, downwards to his cock, Dr. Mesmir said, “Does that feel good, Stan?”

“Yeah”

Mesmir fondled the heavy cock and balls. Stan’s muscles flexed as if he was going to move his arms to stop Dr. Mesmir, but didn’t.

“Stan...has a man ever touched your cock?”

“NO!” Stan said with emphasis, yet not resisting Mesmir’s slow fondling.

“But it feels good, right? What I am doing?”

“Y...yeah.” Stan replied, less certain.

“It is a beautiful cock, Stan” The bodybuilder smiled and relaxed.

“If the box was opened and your consciousness returned, what would happen?”

“I would break your fucking arms” Stan replied calmly.

“But you won’t do that because you can’t open the box, right?” Mesmir asked, his hands now cupping Stan’s huge pecs.

“Right”

“Good” Dr. Mesmir moved back in front of the muscle man.,

“Now you are going to kiss me as passionately as you know how to” Dr. Mesmir ordered.
Stan moved forward fluidly, his powerful arms encircling the doctor, pulling him closer. Stan’s handsome face moved toward the doctor, their lips met and Stan began kissing deeply, tongue working the doctor’s mouth, his lips locked on Mesmir’s mouth. Mesmir ran his hands down Stan’s rippling back, over the rock hard glutes, and back up. His cock got very hard against his pants, and Stan’s own crotch subtly ground into the doctor’s erection.

Stan stopped and stood back, his cock a little thicker and harder than before.

“Did you enjoy that, Stan?”

“Yes” Stan replied.

“I want to you get a hard on” Dr. Mesmir said simply. “The biggest, hardest hard on you have ever had”

Stan’s cock got harder and longer, thickening and growing until it was fully erect. Dr. Mesmir admired the young meat, so perfectly framed between Stan’s massive thighs. He licked his lips...then reached out and gently fondled the rock hard meat. Stan flinched a little and his hand raised as if to push Mesmir’s hand away, but then lowered. Dr. Mesmir felt the thick, hard warmth of Stan’s manhood, the veins and smooth flesh hot beneath his fingers. He could feel the subtle tremors running through into Stan’s groin and enjoyed watching the little flexes of the bodybuilder’s huge thighs.

“Does that feel good, Stan>?” Dr. Mesmir asked.

“Um..yeah...kinda” Stan answered a little uncomfortably as the doctor gentle stroked his cock.

“Good. Now....when you first came into my office, what would you have done if I had grabbed your cock?” Mesmir asked.

“Fucking punched you” Stan replied without hesitation.

“I see. Why aren’t you punching me now” Mesmir asked.

Stan’s face grew puzzled as he thought about it. “Um...I...I...I don’t know” he said, looking upset.

“Is it because your conscious mind would demand you punch me and now it cannot tell you what to do?” Mesmir asked.

Stan thought, then brightened, “Yeah! I can’t hear it”.

“Good boy” Mesmir said, watching Stan preen a little under the praise. “So, without your conscious mind telling you anything, how does this feel?” Mesmir asked, slowly but firm stroking Stan’s musclemeat.

“Good” Stan replied, a blush visible under his tan.

“Good boy. Now, if you were working out, would you find this distracting?” Mesmir asked.

“Yes” Stan replied.

“I see. So, a hardon is a distraction?”

“Yeah...kinda...I guess.”

“Okay Stan. If it distracts you, it takes away from your goals, right?”

“Yeah, I guess” Stan replied.

“And that isn’t good, is it?” Mesmir asked

“No!”

“So a hard on is a distraction and an interference?”

“Yeah..yeah...it is”

“I see. And you are here to overcome barriers and to break plateau’s right?”

“Right”.

“Good. And that can only be done with sacrifice, right?”

“Right”

“And the conscious mind has been silenced because it took away from achieving your goals, right?”

“Right”

“And a hard on is a distraction which interferes with achieving those goals then?”

“Right”

“Okay” Mesmir continued stroking the youth’s rock hard cock with one hand and his other running lightly over Stan’s massive pecs and brickwork abs. “What happens if you don’t achieve your goals?”

“I don’t get bigger”

“Right, Stan. You won’t get bigger. But, more importantly, what is the opposite of getting bigger muscles?” Mesmir asked.

Stan thought a moment and said, “Um...I...I...get smaller?”

“Yes, your muscles will get smaller...but what else happens? If you don’t have muscle, what do you have?”

:”Fat”, Stan said, revulsion clear on his face. His hand reached for his perfectly muscled abs, as if for reassurance.

“Right! Exactly” Mesmir said, watching as Stan smiled. “So, if you don’t get bigger muscles, you get fatter. And, anything which distracts you from your goals will stop you from getting bigger muscles, so distractions and interferences cause what?”

“Fat” Stan again flinched and rubbed his abs and thigh, once again for reassurance.

Dr. Mesmir smiled at the bodybuilder’s reactions and continued stroking Stan’s meat, slowly, insistently, distracting the bodybuilder, causing little muscle contractions throughout his gym built body. He continued caressing Stan’s perfectly muscled physique, feeling the warm hard muscles, taking his time to run his hands over them.

“Exactly! You are smart to understand this! And, you told me you really, REALLY wanted to do something about the plateau and breaking the barrier, right”

“Right!” Stan said earnestly.

“Okay...now, pay attention to what I say next, Stan, because it is VERY important to you” Mesmir ordered, still working Stan’s thick warm meat, just enough to keep it hard, not enough to make the muscle man cum.

“Okay” Stan looked Dr. Mesmir in the eye, concentrating.

“You came to get bigger, to break a plateau. Your conscious mind was stopping you and now it cannot do that. It stopped you from getting bigger. Now it cannot tell you anything. Now you can get bigger. If you don’t get bigger, your muscles get smaller and you will get fat. Anything else that does what the conscious mind did and distracts you will interfere with your achieving your goals. So distractions will cause you to get fat, right?”

Stan followed the doctors words and logic and nodded emphatically.

“You don’t want that, do you Stan? You don’t want to be a fatboy, do you?”

“NO!” Stan all but shouted, horror on his face.

“Calm down....I am here to prevent that Stan” Mesmir said and watched Stan relax immediately. “I won’t let that happen to you!”

Stan stood there, shifting a little as the doctor continued slowly stimulating his manhood, glancing down at Mesmir’s hand working his proud shaft. Stan put his hand over the doctor’s as if to jerk off.

“Stop that, Stan!” Stan stopped immediately and dropped his hand back down.

“Pay attention Stan! See how distracted you are??” Mesmir ordered and Stan’s eyes snapped back to the doctor’s face as he realized that he was indeed being distracted from the help the doctor was providing.

“Good. Now, What is the key to your achievements in bodybuilding and your wonderful body so far?” Mesmir asked.

“Sacrifice”

“Right. So, by making sacrifices, you got your muscles to where they are”

“Right”

“If you hadn’t made those sacrifices, what would have happened?” Mesmir asked.

“I wouldn’t have muscles like this” Stan flexed proudly.

“So, to get even bigger, you would have to make more sacrifices, correct?” Mesmir asked, still working Stan’s throbbing meat, noticing the bodybuilder’s increasing frequency of uncomfortable shifts in stances as the erotic stimulation continued.

“Yes”

“And you want to get bigger”

“YES!” Stan said enthusiastically

“So you must make an additional sacrifice, right? Or it won’t happen” Mesmir smiled at Stan’ s handsome face

“Yeah...yeah right...RIGHT” Stan said, following the logic of Mesmir’s words.

“But you already sacrifice time, effort, diet, everything, don’t you?”

“I do”

“And you have hit a plateau?”

“Yeah” Stan look frustrated at the thought.

“But there is nothing else to sacrifice?”

Stan’s face fell and he reached and rubbed and flexed his pecs, “No...I don’t think so...”

“So, that would mean you can’t get bigger. If you don’t get bigger, what happens?”

Stan looked near tears. “I get fat” He flexed his legs and torso as if to confirm it hadn’t already happened.

“But, if I can show you something that you CAN sacrifice, would you do it?” Mesmir asked

“FUCK YES!!!” Stan said desperately, hope dawning on his face.

“Good! You are going to sacrifice something that distracts you and takes away from your goals and your achievements, something that interferes with your success. Are you committed to that?”

“ANYTHING doc, anything....I gotta do it” the Eurasian bodybuilder said with complete commitment.

Dr. Mesmir smiled. “. Hardons distract, interfere and prevent you achieving your goals. That means that hardon’s do what else?”

Stan followed the logic and replied confidently “Make me fat” then his face reflected a dawning realization and he looked down at his engorged shaft, still being pleasurably stroked by the doctor. He stared at it like it was an enemy

“Right...so if you sacrifice getting hardons, you will not get fat, but will get bigger, right?”

“Right! YES!!!!” Stan said brightly.

“Good! So you must not have hardons any more. You must never get hard again. THAT is the sacrifice that will allow you to achieve your goals”

Stan looked puzzled and then sad as he looked down on his beautiful thick cock.

“You see, Stan. It is a distraction, isn’t it? My touching it distracts you, doesn’t it?” Mesmir asked.

“Yes” Stan said, realizing how true it was.

“And what will distractions do?”

“Make me fat!” Stan said with realization, suddenly pulling back from the doctor in horror. “STOP THAT!!! You’re making me fat!!!!” he yelled, his hand protectively over his cock while the other rubbed his ripped abs.

“Stan...give up the hardons and you will have nothing to fear. But, if you continue to have them, if you stroke or fuck and if you cum, you will get fatter and fatter. The only way to avoid that is to make the sacrifice and get bigger like you want. You must NEVER get a hardon again!” Mesmir ordered.

Stan stood, his cock erect, eyes wide open, staring at the doctor. Between the sculpted muscles of this thighs, his beautiful dick slowly deflated, going softer than it had ever been before. Stan stood defiantly.

“Stan, can you get hard for me?”Mesmir asked holding the deflated manhood.

“Nope” Stan said proudly.

“I bet I can make you hard” Mesmir said.

“No way!” Stan said smirking. “You can’t. No one can. No more hardons for me. I am not getting fat for anyone!!!”

“May I try to prove you wrong?”

Stan chuckled. “Go ahead”

Dr. Mesmir knelt down in front of the young builder and said, “I want you to picture the most beautiful woman in the world sucking your cock” and began to suck the limp organ. Mesmir sucked and stimulated expertly, but it remained limp. He looked up at Stan and the bodybuilder was looking down, smiling, seeing only the most beautiful woman sucking hm. Still, his cock didn’t harden

“Stupid bitch! Ur just trying to make me fat!!! GET OFF MY COCK” he shouted and pushed Mesmir back, then stood there with his arms folder over his huge chest, legs spread slightly, triumph on his face. “No cunt is going to ruin my body!” he said defiantly.

Dr. Mesmir smiled. “Stan, you are doing so very well!!! She is gone now and you have nothing to fear”

Stan relaxed.

“But there is a problem, Stan” Dr. Mesmir warned.

“What?”

“Well, you are a man, a young man, and sex is important, right?” Mesmir asked.

“Of course”

“Well, you can’t get hard anymore...”

Stan’s face looked shocked as he looked down at his limp cock and then to Dr. Mesmir, the sheer despair registering almost comically. Dr. Mesmir just smiled.

“And since you are bigger and more masculine than most, your sex drive must be much greater!”

Stan nodded, looking on the verge of tears.

“You NEED sex...a lot of it Stan. The bigger your muscles, the more sex you need!”

“I can’t!” Stan nearly sobbed “I can’t get hard! It will ruin me!!!” he cried as tears flowed down his face.

Mesmir put his hands around Stan’s incredible waist and pulled him closer.

“Calm down...I can’ help you so that you can have sex without getting fat”

Stan looked desperately hopeful “You can??”

“Yes. All you have to do is transfer the pleasure you feel when fucking from your cock to your ass. Can you do that for me?”

“Um...yeah...I> think so” Stan replied and concentrated.

“Good...do it”

Stan continued concentrating. “Okay”

“Now, turn around”

Stan obeyed

Mesmir began to slip his hand between Stan’s magnificent glutes. He touched the bodybuilder’s virgin bud and Stan gasped, a thick, needy, pleasurable sound. Dr. Mesmir chuckled.

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Good. Now, Stan, turn around and listen carefully.” Stan obeyed. “You NEED sex....you need that pleasure. The longer you go without, the more likely you are to get a hardon”

“NO!!! NO FUCKING WAY!” Stan shouted fear thick in his voice.

“Stan..listen...calm down.” Stan settled, but his handsome face looked defiant. “Your NEED for sex is HUGE...as big as your muscles! So, in order to alleviate that, you must allow someone to pleasure your ass because that is where all your pleasure centres are now”

Stan looked stunned, then embarrassed. “You mean I gotta get ass-fucked?” He said unhappily

“It is either that or a hardon” Dr. Mesmir smiled.

“NO!”

“So, how will you satisfy your NEED for sex?”

“Gotta let someone fuck my ass” Stan replied unhappily.

“Right. Why do you seem unhappy, Stan?”

“I am not a faggot”

“No, you aren’t. And you find it embarrassing to think of letting a strange guy fuck you, right?” Mesmir asked.

“Yeah,...exactly” Stan replied.

“But you aren’t embarrassed to be nude in front of me, are you? You let me stroke your cock, right? That was okay and felt good, right?”

“Y...yeah.”

“So, rather than be embarrassed to find any other guy out there to fuck your ass, why not just get me to do it because you aren’t embarrassed in front of me?” Mesmir said, watching Stan closely.

Stan pondered for a moment and then his face lit up. “Right! That would work!”

“So whenever you NEED sex, which is at least five times as often as any other man, who will you come to for satisfaction?”

“YOU!” Stan said confidently.

“Hehehe...good boy, Stan. Now, to sum up, your conscious mind can’t interfere, you will obey me because I will help you achieve your goals, you won’t get hardons any more because they will make you fat, you NEED lots of sex and I am the only one you trust to fuck your ass and alleviate that need, all of this so that you can get bigger like you WANT, right?”

Stan thought about the logic progression and said, “RIGHT!” with a bright smile.

“Good. Now, have you had sex today?”

“Nope”

“But you need it don’t you?”

“Um...yeah” Stan shifted uncomfortably, thinking of the sudden insistent tingling in his ass.

“Badly”

“Yeah” The sensation was getting more intense.

“Then bend over, grab your ankles and let me fuck your ass, Stan” Mesmir ordered

Stan stood still for a single moment, turned around and bent over, his magnificent ass ready to be fucked, the backs of his perfect legs striated and flexed. Mesmir took out his cock, his very hard cock, and poured some lube onto Stans crack, letting it dribble deep. He then lubed his cock and let it slide between Stan’s glutes. Stan gasped as Mesmir’s cockhead reached his bud, and flexed from head to toe as it pushed against his virgin hole, then penetrated, ever so slowly.

Mesmir continued a very slow but very steady penetration of Stan’s muscled ass, his hands gripping the man’s waist and back just above the flexed glutes.

With each half inch intrusion into his ass, Stan gasped and yet pressed backwards, his need for sex driving him wild. He knew he HAD TO HAVE IT...and that the Doctor was taking care of him, making certain he got what he needed. Stan felt more and more of the doctor’s cock raming into him, withdrawing, then ramming harder and going a little further each time.

By the time the doctor was buried to his root, Stan’s ass was flexing and gripping the doctor’s cock like a fist, spasms like orgasm rippling the muscleboy’s frame as his limp cock dripped cum. He felt the doctor shoot hot seed into his virgin ass and let his magnificent ass milk the gorged cock till the doctor fell back, exhausted, sweating.

Stan stood up and turned, his golden skin covered with a sheen of sweat. He looked...sated, thought the doctor, as he youth approached him, slid his powerful arms under Mesmir’s then proceeded to kiss the hypnotist with a passion and intensity that matched the doctor’s unrestrained rutting of moments before.

When the kiss broke, the doctor took a moment to right himself and said,

“Stan, you must get dressed”. The bodybuilder did so. Once dressed the Mesmir gave his final orders.

“You will sit as you were in the chair. You will not remember any of this because your conscious mind cannot tell you. Yet, you will remember the instructions you received today and will live them, or you will not achieve your goals. When I say to you, ‘Mesmir’s boy”, you will instantly fall into a deep trance such as you are in now, only deeper, do you understand?”

Stan nodded, post coital sleepiness in his eyes.

“You will wake refreshed, feeling good and your workouts will blast you past your plateau.”

Stan smiled

“And if a beautiful woman tries to seduce you?”

“NO WAY!” Stan yelled. “Not gettting fat for some bitch!!!!”

“Hehehe...good Stan. And when you get horny?”

“I come to you” Stan said, with a pointed look at Mesmir’s crotch.

“Excellent. At the count of three, you will wake refreshed and happy and feel better than you ever have 1...2...3..”

Stan woke. “Hey, doc. When do you start/’

“I am done’ Mesmir said

“Really? I don’t remember anything?” Stan said worried.

“Stan, go for a workout and you will see the difference” Mesmir promised.

“Okay doc.” Stan grinned. “I trust you”

“Good” Dr. Mesmir smiled. “Now, I have another appointment. Call me anytime you need anything, Stan”

“Sure thing doc, and thanks” Stan pumped the doctor’s hand and left. Mesmir consulted his appointment book and smiled. He walked into the waiting room and said, “Myles, I am Mesmir. It is a pleasure to meet you....”

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