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I watched in a stupor as my dad got ready for his run. He had his trainers, he had his jock...but nothing else on.
My hypnotic suggestion app had worked a little too well. I was testing the program as it was part of my senior thesis in psychiatry, to see if adding to a therapy session could curb certain behaviors while encouring others.
I had asked dad if he'd help, and he agreed. And me being the unethical horndog that I am, had the program reduce his inhibitions and make him enjoying wearing as little clothing as possible while at home. It worked, and now dad was shifting his overstuffed bulge and showing hole around me without a care in the world.
I was shocked out of my stupor when he opened the door. I had to act quick before somone called the cops, "Hey dad, before you go on your run--can you help with one more thing on my app?"
"Huh? Oh sure thing, bud. What is it--" As he walked over to me, I opened the app and pressed the trance tone. Dad stopped talking and moving instantly and stood still, his head slumped down and his body relaxed.
I smirked, "Lets go for 'run', dad". I shed my clothes, a few ideas filling my head on how to help my dad get his cardio in for the day.
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The Bro Zone Resort
Mike entered the resort’s reception area and looked around. It was early in the day so there weren’t that many people around. He walked up to the desk.
“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” A large and muscular man, wearing a tank top with the resort’s logo proudly displayed on his chest, was standing on the other side of the desk and looking at Mike with a slight grin.
“Uhm, hi.” He slowly responded, not used to such a brawny dude talking to him. “I… I have a reservation under the name Mike Crawford for uhhh… the “Bro Tropical” package, I think.” The man behind the desk smiled and nodded, then typed something into his computer while Mike’s eyes wandered towards his broad chest. Then he finally noticed the name written on the tank top, above the left pectoral. Brock. A name very fitting the man, Mike thought.
“Okay, I have everything he need.” Brock spoke, throwing Mike out of his line of thought.
“Uhm, sorry what?” He put on a sheepish grin and Brock chuckled.
“I have everything ready for you, Mike.” A brochure and a room card were put on the counter by Brock. “You’ll spend your week at the Bro Zone in Room 37F, and your resident for the length of your stay will be Cross, one of our best.” Mike thanked Brock, took all that was given to him and walked up to the elevator. He quickly got up to the third floor and started walking along the corridor, looking for his room. Fortunately, it wasn’t far from the elevator shaft and he unlocked the door with the card he got at the reception desk.
The first thing that hit him was the smell. The entire room reeked of sweat, cheep cologne and a few other things Mike could not name. As he got his bag into the room and closed the door behind him, he looked around and saw an absolute mess. Used jockstraps, shorts and tank tops were hanging from every piece of furniture. Dumbbells were scattered on the floor and every flat surface was covered by cans of coke and protein shake bottles. Mike closed his eyes and let the horrible smell fill his nostrils. God, he was in heaven, he thought.
Suddenly he heard some sounds coming from the bathroom and the door to it opened, revealing the main attraction of Mike’s stay at The Bro Zone. In front of him stood a 6’3 brute, every part of his body thick with muscles, with a few tattoos, a tank top clearly too small to cover all of this bulk, and sweaty gym shorts. Cross looked at Mike, scratched at his crotch and nodded.
“Sup, brah? You Mike?”
“Uhm, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. Cross shrugged and walked around Mike, then settled on the couch and grabbed one of the half-empty protein shakers on the table next to him.
“Yer bedroom’s on the right” The gym bro moved his hand around, showing Mike what was where in their apartment. “There’s the bathroom, there’s the kitchen, there’s the entrance to the terrace with the pool.”
“Thanks” Mike smiled and walked towards his bedroom.
“Whatever, bro” He heard a grumbled response behind his back.
Mike went into his room and quickly unpacked. The sweaty stench was still very much there, but at least there was no random shit on the floor. As he sat down on the bed and took a deep breath, he smiled. He already knew he was gonna enjoy his stay at the resort.
Then he took out the brochure he got form Brock after coming in and flipped through the pages until he found the only actually important thing - the command that would allow him to control Cross. There were limitations to this of course, the gym bro wouldn’t do anything that would go against his core traits that Mike chose while booking his stay. But it was still a powerful weapon.
With the command memorized, Mike quickly changed into his swimming shorts, his hard on already visible, and left his room. He went back to the main area of the apartment and looked at Cross, who was watching something on TV, his sweaty armpits exposed for Mike to see.
“Bro code.” Mike said with an assertive tone. Cross turned towards him. He still had that arrogant expression on his face, but he was clearly listening. “Go get changed, we’re going swimming.”
“Sure bruh, whatever ya say dude.” The bro shrugged and stood up, then went outside. Mike had a giant grin on his face, he was so excited.
When he went outside onto the terrace a minute later he saw Cross on the edge of the pool, wearing only a pair of briefs and sunglasses, his hunky body - and his hefty package - almost completely exposed. Mike slowly licked his lips and took a step forward.
