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Brandon the Swim Jock Chapter 2 Summary: (m/m)
Brandon, the jock swimmer wants so hard to be a champion.
Mr Thompson, his old ugly overweight coach suggests unconventional methods that will have Brandon believing that power and excellence can only come from the worship and desire of old lusty men.
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The sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting beams of warmth and light onto Brandon's sleeping form. He stretched languidly, his mind still thinking of the hypnosis session days before. As his memories slowly came into focus, he felt a tingling sensation in his nipples and groin, anticipating Mr. Thompson's touch. His already hard cock throbbed and bounced up and down at the thought of old men like Tom and Lloyd fondling him.
Rising from his bed, Brandon made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. He stood in front of the mirror, admiring his toned physique, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the changes he had undergone. His muscles seemed more defined, his skin glowing with health, and his eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence.
Brandon's days in campus now centered around his newfound sexual prowess and the attention it garnered from both his coaches and his professors. His chiseled physique and glowing golden skin were impossible to ignore, making him the object of desire for many of the male authority figures at the school. As Brandon walked the halls between classes, he couldn't help but notice the admiring glances thrown his way. The older teachers, in particular, seemed unable to resist commenting on his appearance.
"My, my, look at those muscles!" exclaimed Mr. Bunhead, an rotund history professor with an effeminate gait. "You've really been working hard, haven't you?" Blushing slightly, Brandon nodded and mumbled a thanks. Throughout the class, Mr. Bunhead couldn't seem to keep his hands off Brandon. He touched his arms, chest, and even thighs while lecturing. Brandon tried his best to ignore the attention, focusing instead on the lesson, but it was difficult to concentrate with Mr. Bunhead hands wandering all over him every single time the old man walked around. The pudgy teacher has a habit of licking his lips hungrily whenever Brandon is around, his eyes roaming over the younger man's muscular frame.
Mr. Harrison, another aging professor with a receding hairline, couldn't stop praising Brandon's athleticism. "You're a natural, son," he would say, patting Brandon on the back with a bit too much force. "Keep up the good work."
The constant touching and compliments should have been uncomfortable, but Brandon found himself reveling in the attention. It was as if the hypnosis had rewired his brain to crave the physical contact and approval of these older men.
One afternoon, as Brandon was changing for training, Mr. Harrison entered the locker room, claiming he needed to check on some equipment. His eyes immediately locked onto Brandon's nearly naked body, and he licked his lips hungrily. "You know, Brandon," he said, his voice low and husky, "I used to be quite the athlete myself back in the day. I bet I could teach you a thing or two about training."
Without waiting for a response, Mr. Harrison closed the distance between them and began running his hands over Brandon's chest and abs. Brandon shuddered with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the teacher's fingers traced the contours of his body.
Emboldened by Brandon's reaction, Mr. Harrison leaned in and kissed him forcefully, pushing his tongue past the younger man's parted lips. Brandon moaned softly even though he felt shocked and disgusted. At the same time, he wanted this kiss to carry on forever. Unfortunately for Mr Harrison, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the locker room. Mr. Harrison, flushed and panting, muttered something about checking the equipment again and hurried out, leaving Brandon standing there with a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins.
Just within this week, Brandon found himself becoming more and more comfortable with the attention and advances of his professors. He even began seeking out opportunities for physical contact, finding excuses to visit their offices or stay after class for "extra help." The thrill of being desired by these older men was like a drug, and Brandon was hooked. He knew that this wasn't normal behavior, but try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The need for approval and validation was simply too strong.
Brandon snapped out of the memory of school and continued to admire himself in the mirror. He raised his arms above his head and flexed his abs and pecs admiring his hot muscular body. Staying shirtless, he put on a pair of tight running shorts with high slits that left little to the imagination. His heart raced with excitement as he made his way school for his swim training.
Brandon sprinted into the campus pool excited to see Mr Thompson at the gate. Mr. Thomson commanded Brandon to jump into the pool and begin his laps. With a final squeeze of his ass, Brandon leapt into the water, his powerful strokes sending ripples across the surface. The rest of the day was a blur of training with Brandon pushing himself harder than ever before, driven by his desire to please Mr. Thomson.
Brandon's training finished, his muscles throbbing with exertion. The evening light filtered through the windows, casting a golden hue over the pool deck. As Brandon reached for his towel, the coach appeared, blocking his path. "Leave that," Mr. Thompson said, his eyes raking over Brandon's body. "Come to my office like that."
Brandon hesitated, his heart pounding. He glanced down at his skimpy Speedo, the fabric clinging to his muscular thighs and accentuating every curve of his powerful legs. His abs rippled as he shifted, the material straining over his bulging package. With a deep breath, he nodded, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.
Mr Thompson then winked and said "I've got a surprise for you Brandon!" The coach had arranged a private meeting with several older, influential men from the swimming community, and Brandon was to be the main attraction. These men heard about Brandon from Mr Thompson and could not wait to see the coach's prize swimmer.
Brandon stepped into Coach Thompson's office, apprehension gnawing at his gut. He had no idea what the coach had planned for him and it left him feeling both anxious and excited.
As he stepped inside, Brandon's eyes fell upon Coach Thompson, who was sitting behind his desk with a wide grin on his face. But it wasn't the coach that made Brandon's heart skip a beat; it was the four old men sitting across from him. Brandon recognized them instantly as the same men from the photos on Mr. Thompson's desk.
The men looked up as Brandon entered, their eyes hungrily devouring his toned body, clad only in the skimpy Speedo he had been instructed to wear. A sense of sexual tension filled the room as they leered at him, making Brandon feel like a prized piece of meat on display.
"Ah, Brandon! Right on time," Coach Thompson said, his voice oozing with satisfaction. "Come in, close the door, and meet our esteemed guests."
Brandon hesitantly approached the men, his heart pounding in his chest. As he drew closer, he could see the lust in their eyes, and it gave him goosebumps, making his skin all the more sensitive.
One of the men, a diminutive balding gentleman with a potbelly, spoke up first. "So, you're the famous Brandon, eh? We've heard so much about you." His words were laced with desire, and Brandon could feel his cock twitching in response.
Another man, this one lanky with a thin moustache and beady eyes, chimed in. "Yes, yes. We've seen pictures of your progress, but nothing compares to the real thing." He gestured towards Brandon's speedo, his skeletal fingers almost brushing against the outline of the younger man's growing erection.
Brandon felt his face flush as the men continued to ogle at him, making small talk about his physique and asking him questions about his training regimen. The lecherous undertones in their voices left no doubt as to their true intentions, and Brandon found himself both repulsed and aroused by their attention.
Coach Thompson watched the exchange with amusement, clearly enjoying Brandon's discomfort. "Now, Brandon, why don't you flex for us?" he suggested, a wicked glint in his eye. "I'm sure the gentlemen would love to see you just how far you've come with your training."
The men chuckled amongst themselves, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon was unsure but was not able to verbalise anything. Instead, he swallowed hard, knowing that he had no choice but to submit to their desires.
"Go on," Mr. Thompson urged, his voice increasingly demanding. "Let us have a good look at our star swimmer."
As Brandon stood before the old men, his body still tingling from their touch, Mr. Thompson smiled down at him and said, "You know, boys, I think it would be a great idea for Brandon to show off his progress with a little posing routine. Don't you agree?"
The men eagerly nodded their agreement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon felt a mixture of excitement and unease as he realized that he would once again be the center of attention for these lustful older men. He took a deep breath and began to flex his muscles, performing a series of poses that highlighted his chiseled physique. As he did so, the men let out appreciative whistles and cheers, encouraging him to continue.
Brandon couldn't help but feel proud of his body as he watched the older men fawn over his every move. Their compliments and desire made him feel strong and powerful, and he found himself revelling in the attention.
After several minutes of posing, one of the men spoke up, his voice dripping with lust. "Mr. Thomson, we really should be able to touch Brandon's muscles to appreciate his progress as a champion swimmer," he said, his gaze lingering on Brandon's toned abs.
Mr. Thomson hesitated for a moment, then nodded his assent. "Alright, boys, you can touch, but be gentle. We don't want to hurt our star swimmer."
The portly gentleman, Mr. Steamback reached out first towards Brandon's chest. He began softly massaging his pecs and Brandon instinctively flexed them, responding to Mr Steamback's touch. The sensation of the man pressing on his hardening pectorals brought forth an electric pleasure surging through Brandon's body. With each contraction of his fibers came a swift wave of enjoyment from his groin to the top of his head.
The rest of the men crowded around Brandon, their hands roaming over his body as they marveled at his muscles. Brandon found himself enjoying the contact, even as he felt uncomfortable with their lustful looks. Within moments, Brandon found himself surrounded by the old men, each of them eager to touch and caress his toned physique. Their hands roamed over his chest and abs, squeezing his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame. Brandon couldn't help but moan as they explored every inch of him, their touch both gentle and demanding.
The men took turns pinching and playing with Brandon's nipples, causing him to gasp and arch his back in pleasure. The sensations were unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and his cock responded accordingly, growing harder and throbbing with each touch.
One of the older men, Mr. Blowharder, bent down in front of Brandon and began to lavish special attention on his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and firm pinches. Brandon's head fell back in ecstasy, his mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure coursed through his body.
Another man, Mr. Marcel, stood behind Brandon, running his hands up and down the younger man's arms. He marveled at the size and definition of Brandon's biceps, urging him to flex his muscles for their enjoyment. Brandon complied, feeling a rush of power as he watched the old men fawn over his physique. As Mr. Marcel continued to admire Brandon's biceps, he allowed his fingers to drift lower, tracing the outline of Brandon's sides. Brandon shuddered at the touch, his cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come next.
Mr. Thompson approached Brandon, a hungry look in his eyes. He placed his hands on Brandon's chest, pushing him back against the wall. Brandon gasped as he felt the coach's weight bearing down on him, the older man's erection pressing into his hip.
Without warning, Mr. Thompson leaned in and began kissing Brandon, his tongue invading Brandon's mouth. Brandon's moans filled the room as he gave himself over to the sensations, his body no longer his own.
The other men watched with eager eyes, their own cocks straining against their pants as they waited for their turn with the young stud. They took turns caressing Brandon's abs, thighs, and arms, each touch driving him closer to the edge of pleasure and pain.
Brandon found himself lost in a world of sensations, his body surrendering to the desires of the older men. Mr Marcel spoke up, his voice quivering in excited lust. "It would be much easier for us to measure Brandon's progress if he takes off his speedo," he said, his eyes locked onto the younger man's groin. The rest of the old men readily agreed with Mr. Marcel's suggestion and nodded furiously while not stopping their perverted molesting of the fit swimmer.
Brandon hesitated, unsure if he wanted to go that far. Mr Thompson said "You want to be a swim champ don't you?" Brandon mouth was dry and could not say anything. He suddenly remembered his goal and the desire for approval and acceptance from these men was too strong, and he finally nodded his consent.
Slowly, Brandon reached down and slipped off his Speedo, revealing his fully erect 7 inch veiny cock to the eager gazes of the old men. They let out a collective gasp, their eyes filled with hunger as they stared at his naked form. The men circled around Brandon, their hungry gazes raking over his dripping wet body. He shivered slightly, feeling both exposed and aroused under their intense scrutiny. As the men moved closer, Brandon caught sight of their eager faces and the prominent bulges in their pants. A wave of lust swept through him, and he felt his own cock twitch in response.
Mr Steamback, ever the eager enthusiast, reached out and cupped Brandon's balls, causing the younger man to gasp in surprise. The touch sent electricity coursing through his veins, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, offering himself up for more. The other men continued to touch and caress him as well. Emboldened, the old men started licking Brandon's muscles focusing on his nipples, pits, neck and bicpes. Tongues roamed over his chest and abs, sucking on his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame.
Brandon found himself lost in a world of pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the men explored every inch of his body. It wasn't long before he felt a burning need to release the pressure building within him, and he reached down to stroke his hardening cock.
Just then, Mr. Thomson intervened, grabbing Brandon's wrist and stopping him mid-stroke. "Not yet, my boy," he purred, his eyes glinting with desire. "We have plenty of time for that later. For now, enjoy the attention of these fine gentlemen."
With that, Mr. Thomson leaned in and kissed Brandon passionately again, forcing his tongue past the younger man's parted lips. The taste of the coach's mouth, combined with the sensation of multiple hands touching his body, sent Brandon into a state of pure ecstasy. The lines between pleasure and disgust blurred as he discovered new depths of depravity, his body surrendering to the desires of his coach and the other men. Brandon's muffled groans were so loud it was fortunate that the campus was empty.
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