Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2016 11:33:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: z119z 2000 <z119z2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Are Friends For?

What Are Friends For?

© by the author 2016

"Tony, it's Jason. Do you have a few minutes? Got something I want to show
you."

"Sure. Come on up."

Tony closed the connection. Jason was right on time. At the end of the last
session, he had told Jason to come back at 7:00 pm on Saturday. It was now
6:59. Jason had given himself a minute to walk up the two flights of stairs
and knock on the door of Tony's apartment. He wondered what excuse Jason
would use this time. It was always interesting to see what pretexts Jason's
conscious mind devised for following the orders Tony had inserted into his
subconscious mind. His reasons always sounded plausible. He wanted Tony's
advice about a problem. He needed to borrow something. He had something to
show Tony and would like his opinion. Jason never consciously recalled that
Tony had programmed him to arrive at a certain time. His subconscious was
very aware of the time, however—and very anxious to please Tony.

Jason knocked on the door at exactly 7:00. His grin was so wide it nearly
split his face. His body glowed with the anticipation of pleasure. "Hey,
bud. How's it going?"

"Doing fine, Jason." Tony held the door open and nodded with his own
anticipations of pleasures as he watched Jason's buttocks mound and
stretch, sliding up and down past each other, as he sauntered past Tony and
into the apartment. "Looking good, man." Jason's skin-tight red Lycra
briefs did nothing to conceal the monumental development of the few square
inches of Jason's body that lay beneath them. The shorts were so tight that
the center seam in back plunged deep into Jason's ass crack. Jason never
overdressed. Tony had long ago implanted the conviction in his mind that he
hated clothes. Jason—reluctantly and only as a concession to his "good
friend" Tony—wore the minimum demanded by "modesty."

"I don't know what you're worried about, bro. What I got ain't a
mystery. Everybody's seen some guy's junk," he would say, pointing at his
groin as if Tony might misunderstand the reference. Today he had on only
the briefs and a pair of flip-flops. A small shopping bag dangled by its
handles from the fingers of his right hand. Tony couldn't see the logo on
the bag, but the black color was familiar. Jason had been shopping at
Beefcakes again.

Good, very good. Tony licked his lips. This was definitely going to be a
great night. It always heartened him to see that another aspect of Jason's
programming—an addiction to sexy underwear—was working as
planned. Tony loved to see Jason wearing wisps of fabric that revealed more
than they concealed. Those few square inches of cloth drew the eye so
insistently and focused attention on what they did little to
hide. Underwear was one of his fetishes, along with big bodies and docile,
obedient musclemen. Fortunately, Jason allowed him to indulge all three
simultaneously. Since gaining control over Jason, he had been able to
realize what he had only imagined before. It had been his lucky day when
Jason walked into his office eight years earlier.

Jason turned around and without conscious thought flexed his muscles to
display them to Tony. "Yeah, I've been bulking up. The heavier weights I've
been using these past few weeks have added an inch to my chest and thighs
and an inch and a half to my arms."

"Well, whatever you're doing, keep it up." Not that he needed to say
that. It wasn't as if Jason had a choice about following his training
regimen, but it never hurt to reinforce his programming. Every time Tony
gave him a command, even one as innocuously worded as "keep it up," Jason
experienced pleasure at the thought of obeying. That made him even more
willing to submit and carry out Tony's wishes. Tony made sure to reinforce
the feedback loop in Jason's mind during their weekly refresher
sessions. It was now so strong that Jason experienced an intense rush of
pleasure throughout his entire body by doing what Tony told him to do, and
only from doing what Tony told him to do. That reward in turn strengthened
his desire to obey. "You look great. You gonna be ready for the
competition?"

"Yeah, I'm on schedule. That's what I wanted to see you about."

"Sure. Whatever I can do to help."

"I bought some posing straps for the competition. Can you look at them and
tell me which one you think looks best on me?"

"My pleasure."

***

Jason hadn't always been so willing to display himself to Tony. That had
taken a lot of sessions. The first time Jason walked into his office, he
had been a fat, twenty-two-year old, with a BMI that had to be close to 50
and no visible muscles at all. Fat Jason was so ashamed of his body and so
embarrassed about being seen that he ventured outside during the day only
when it was unavoidable. He usually waited until two or three in the
morning to do his grocery shopping at the all-night market on Western
Drive. What he couldn't get there or at other places that stayed open all
day, he ordered online. He was too shy even to phone the pizza shop that
supplied 90 percent of his daily calories—enough calories for an entire
frat house. He ordered his pizzas online. The deliverymen at his favorite
place knew that they should ring the bell, leave the boxes in front of
Jason's door, and retrieve their tip from under the door mat.

When Jason discovered that he could no longer buy sweat pants that fit
around his waist, desperation drove him to seek help. When he came to Tony,
he admitted to weighing 350 pounds. Tony suspected that a figure closer to
450 would be nearer the truth, but he didn't argue. Jason's lies revealed a
lot about his concerns and his self-image. When Jason arrived for his
appointment that first day, he hesitated when he saw the chrome and leather
chairs in front of Tony's desk. His butt was at least twenty inches wider
than the seats of those chairs could accommodate. He wisely opted to sit on
the sofa instead, which was fortunate because his weight would have crushed
the metal tubing of the chairs. Even so, the sofa sagged beneath his
weight, and his ass spread across the cushions until it occupied most of
the space. Anyone already sitting on the sofa would have been engulfed in a
tidal wave of Jason-blubber.

Whatever Jason's weight was, it was too high. And that was a pity. Jason
was tall and big-boned. Even without the thick casing of fat, he would have
been a large man. Plus, despite his chubby cheeks, he had a good face. If
it hadn't been perched above a double chin that had to measure 30 inches,
most people would have thought Jason handsome.

Jason had been nervous about being hypnotized. The first session had been
so unsatisfactory that Tony didn't expect him to return. But Jason came
back. He wanted to succeed, and he had decided that hypnosis was his last
hope. He was convinced that he didn't have the will power to succeed on his
own, and he looked to Tony's skills to give him the resolve he lacked. "If
this doesn't work, I don't know what I'm going to do," he told Tony. "Give
up, I guess, and order a half-dozen extra-large pizzas with everything on
them, and wash them down with a case of beer."

The next three appointments hadn't gone much better. Finally Tony made
Jason drink a glass of vodka, and that relaxed him enough to the trick. It
wasn't so much that the alcohol put Jason into a trance, as that he thought
it would help him enter a trance. The alcohol gave him an excuse for
relaxing and accepting the hypnosis, and it took only ten minutes of
listening to Tony's soothing and relaxing voice for him to succumb and go
into a deep trance.

It took several more sessions to instill the overwhelming need to lose
weight and to implant the idea of working out in Jason's mind. By that
point, Jason had become so susceptible to hypnosis that he was open to
doing whatever Tony wanted. Initially Tony had intended the bodybuilding to
be nothing more than a way to improve Jason's overall health. He hadn't
expected it to have the breath-taking results it did. The pendulous boobs
of fat hanging from Jason's collar bone nearly to his waist had gradually
disappeared, to be replaced by melon-shaped mounds of hard flesh accented
by rigid, dark nipples. Quivering, sagging flesh became crisply outlined
taut muscles. Veins corded the surface of his skin and throbbed over
swollen protrusions of dense, compact power. His sixty-inch waist shrunk to
28 inches. His sagging buttocks hardened into mounds supporting his
enormous torso. He struggled to find pants that fit over his enormous
thighs.

At first Jason was nothing more than a client, another of Tony's success
story, but as Jason's body expanded and his muscles emerged from the layers
of fat that once covered them, Tony's goals for Jason changed. As the
behemoth that now stood before him materialized, Tony had found other uses
for Jason.

One of the suggestions he had put into the new Jason's mind was to get him
to move into the same apartment building, so that Jason would be on call
whenever Tony wanted. "You need to get away from the bad associations of
your old place and be somewhere you can come to me for help when you need
it." Jason had nodded enthusiastically and immediately phoned the rental
agent to lease the vacant apartment on the third floor.

Tony had also trained Jason to be comfortable showing his body off,
especially to him. Jason never wore clothes inside his own
apartment. Outside he seldom wore anything but Lycra bicycle briefs that
barely covered his groin or an absurdly small thong when he used the
swimming pool. The old lady on the first floor had complained about the new
tenant running around "half-naked," but Tony noticed that she never passed
up an opportunity to ogle Jason's crotch. He didn't blame her. He never
missed an opportunity either. Nor did anyone else. Jason's crotch was
definitely worth a good, hard look. No one who saw Jason swagger past in
those tight shorts or that minuscule excuse for a swimming suit needed to
ask if Jason was cut or uncut.

Another aspect of Jason's programming was that he was totally unaware of
the impact of his new body on others. He never noticed the jaws dropping
open in amazement. He paid no attention to the gasps of surprise and the
swiveling heads that greeted his body as he walked past. He remained
oblivious to the lascivious licking of lips, the spontaneous groans and
moans of desire, the sudden bulging of groins, the hormonal reek of lust
that his presence generated. With help from Tony, Jason regarded himself as
too small, not ripped enough, not vascular enough. When he looked into a
mirror, he didn't see the humungous, overwhelming bulk that intimidated
passers-by and made other men, even other bodybuilders, feel
inadequate. No, what he saw was the old fat Jason looming behind a fragile
facade, ready to explode into prominence once again if he slacked off and
neglected his training. That was what drove him now—the determination
never again to be anything but the largest, most ripped, most vascular
muscle freak in the world. That is why he spent his days exercising his
body, why he forced himself to lift heavier and heavier weights and devote
more and more time to getting bigger and bigger.

But even so his body wasn't the most important thing in Jason's life. That
came a distant second to pleasing Tony.

***

"I got six posing straps, in different colors." Jason reached into the bag
and pulled out the straps. He dropped them in a heap on Tony's coffee
table. "What do you think? Which one will I look best in?"

Tony poked at the straps with a finger. Today Jason was going to give him a
special treat. Maybe Jason didn't think about it consciously, but at some
level his mind paid attention to what aroused Tony and he loved to devote
himself to stimulating his "savior." He had observed Tony's appreciative
reactions to the sight of his body displayed in skimpy underwear and was
doing all that he could to trigger a strong response. That desire was part
of his programming. He couldn't resist it.

Tony lifted one of the straps by the string that served as a waistband and
examined it. "It's hard to tell with them just lying there. Why don't you
try all of them on? That way I can see which one looks best on you."

Jason didn't hesitate. As soon as Tony spoke, his hands grasped the
waistband of his briefs. It took more time and effort for him to remove
them than it would other men, however. The shorts were so tight and Jason's
buttocks and thighs were so huge now that he had to curl the fabric into a
roll to peel the shorts off his hips and over his quads. His cock and balls
sprang free as he liberated them from the confines of their Lycra prison
and then swung from side to side as he alternated working the briefs an
inch or so down first his right leg and then his left leg. Tony didn't
mind. As far as he was concerned, Jason could take all the time he needed
to get his clothes off. He enjoyed the show—from all angles. It was an
absolute pleasure to watch the play of muscles in Jason's butt and thighs
and the swaying of Jason's balls and cock as he struggled to undress. When
Jason finally got the briefs past his knees, he bent over and stepped
nimbly out of them. The action exposed his ass to Tony. Good, he had had a
Brazilian that week. From his balls to the top of the ass crack, his flesh
was as shiny and smooth as the rest of his body.

"Which one should I put on first? Do you have a preference?" Tony noted the
tentativeness in Jason's voice. The programming was working. In Tony's
presence, Jason reverted to the insecure fat kid craving, needing
approval. Still, it never hurt to strengthen Jason's eagerness to defer to
his wishes. Tony made a mental note to reinforce that need in Jason during
their next weekly session.

Tony leaned over the coffee table and arranged the posing straps in a
row. "Start with the black one," he said.

Jason picked the black strap up and shook it out. He pulled it over his
right leg first and then his left leg. He smoothed it around his groin and
then adjusted the narrow waistband so that it lay flat on his body. Finally
he spread his buttocks and threaded the thin strip of fabric between
them. "What do you think? Is it OK?"

Jason's cock and balls distended the strap and pulled it away from his
body. In truth, there wasn't a strap large enough to contain his
junk. Jason couldn't arrange his cock so that it lay to the left or
right. It was so long that it would have protruded at the sides of the
strap. His solution was to stow it away by placing it down the middle, so
that it was atop his balls. That didn't solve the problem, however. The
elastic in the posing strap forced his balls into a swollen sphere the size
of a baseball that pushed his cock even further away from his body. A good
three inches of his shaft were visible at the top of the strap, and,
despite technically being covered by the fabric of the strap, the head
pointed directly forward.

"Walk around a bit so that I can how it looks when you move."

Jason strutted to the other end of the room and then turned around and
walked back toward Tony. He spread his arms away from this body and raised
his hands in a querying gesture.

"Do a double biceps pose for me."

Jason lifted his arms to shoulder height, and then flexed. His biceps
sprang out from his arms as if dense globes of steel were under the skin.

"It's OK." Tony shrugged. "But it doesn't draw the eye though. It's too
plain. Try the other colors."

One after the other, Jason put on each of the straps in the order Tony had
arranged them on the table. Blue, white, silver, gold, pink, and finally
red.

"That's the best one," Tony said. "You look best in red."

"OK. Red it is, then."

"But isn't it too tight? It must feel like it's clutching your cock and
balls."

As soon as Tony said that, Jason felt the strap tighten and mold itself to
his contours of his groin. It was as if the fabric were suddenly giving him
a blow job. He gave a start of surprise. Instantly the strap adjusted to
his movements, clinging even tighter to his cock and balls.

"It must be hard not to get excited," said Tony.

"Yeah," moaned Jason. "It's hard."

"It's getting very hard," Tony said.

Jason's cock sprung to its full length, pulling the strap out from his
groin a good seven inches.

"Very nice," said Tony. "But not as big as usual. You need your
injections."

"Yes, need injections," said Jason. His eyes blinked rapidly as he went
into a waking trance.

"Good boy. Get ready for your injections."

Tony unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor. He kicked them
away. In preparation for Jason's visit, he had taken his briefs off
earlier. He waggled his cock. That was the signal Jason was waiting for. He
crouched on all fours, his mouth open and positioned just below the head of
Tony's cock.

"Now, remember, the injection works best if you take it slowly."

"Yes, Tony, slowly." Jason nodded obediently. He began running his tongue
over the entire length of the shaft, savoring each inch of it.

He glanced up at Tony. The look of devotion and dedication on his face
nearly made Tony cum. His control over Jason was so powerful a
stimulus. That more than the physical act was the real aphrodisiac. So much
strength, so much body, entirely his. Tony gloried in the sight of the
strong man kneeling before him, sucking his cock. Jason's shoulders
extended for a good eighteen inches on either side of his thick neck. Below
them his mammoth pecs bulged out in front, as did his buttocks in back. And
Jason was totally under his control. He did whatever Tony told him to
do. He never hesitated to carry out a command or adopt a suggestion. He
loved obeying Tony.

The huge puppet began mewling with delight as he licked Tony's cock. When
Tony said, "That's enough preparation. Start sucking on it," Jason's lips
closed around the head of Tony's cock. A fraction of an inch at a time, he
slowly drew the entire length into his mouth and down his throat. He slid
his tongue up and down over the bottom side and sucked in until his mouth
and his throat muscles contracted around Tony's cock on all sides. His
programming kicked in, and he focused all his energies on what he thought
of as his "oral injection."

Tony stroked Jason's head. "You love your protein shake, don't you, Jason."

Jason nodded and moaned.

"Remember, Jason, the better you make me feel, the more protein shake I
produce. That will help you build an even bigger body. My injections make
you stronger and stronger."

Jason devoted the next forty-five minutes to helping Tony deliver a mammoth
protein shake.

When Tony stopped shaking from the force of the orgasm, he said, "I'll need
to rest an hour or so while I prepare the anal injection. Why don't you
show me your posing routine?"

In the course of Jason's therapy, Tony had learned that his protégé
had been a virgin when he showed up the first time. At least a virgin in
the sense that he had never had sex with an actual person. He masturbated
frequently, but he considered himself so unattractive that he couldn't
bring himself to risk rejection by approaching someone else for sex. After
eight years of treatments, Jason was still a virgin in the sense of
penetrating someone else with his cock. Tony had fostered the strong belief
in him that his pursuit of the perfect body would suffer a setback if he
came. Tony had programmed Jason to experience orgasms—incredible,
mind-blowing orgasms—but they came not from ejaculations but from
measuring himself and discovering that he had grown even bigger. Hard,
massive muscles were now Jason's version of sexual gratification. One great
thing about that was that since Jason was a virgin, Tony didn't have to
worry about diseases. He didn't have to wear a condom. Nor did he have to
worry that anyone else would provide Jason the sexual release he reserved
for himself.

Jason didn't think of the "injections" as sex. For him, they were a favor
Tony performed for him. To Jason the injections were "protein shakes" that
provided dietary supplements that helped his body grow. Other bodybuilders
risked their health by taking steroids, but he, with the help of his good
friend Tony, avoided that. Instead, "Dr. Tony" supplied him with his
specially formulated nutritional supplement, which he made just for
Jason. Jason never told anyone else about it—he had promised Tony to
keep it a secret because Tony could make enough only for one person and
didn't want others to pressure him for injections. Tony's protein shakes
were Jason's secret weapon in his quest to be the biggest and best.

Tony had Jason run through his posing routine several times. When he was
recharged, he told Jason to bend over at the waist and grasp his ankles. He
lifted the posing strap out of the way and massaged lube over Jason's
anus. He stuck first one and then two fingers into Jason's hole.

Jason groaned in anticipation. "I like the anal injections best," he
said. They're much better than the oral injections. The injection device
feels so good inside me. I mean I like the oral injections. Don't get me
wrong. The device feels great when I suck on it, but it feels even better
in my ass."

"You love your injections, Jason. Both of them—the oral and the
anal—are necessary for your health. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, Tony, I know that."

"Good boy."

Jason groaned again. "Please, Tony, I think I'm ready."

"Be patient, Jason. Just a few minutes more and you'll be prepped." Tony
rubbed his fingers of one hand over Jason's prostate, as he massaged the
head of Jason's dick with the fingers his other hand. The fabric over his
the head of Jason's cock became sticky with pre-cum. "Now remember. It's OK
to become excited and get hard, but it's not OK for you to
cum. Understand?"

"Yes, Tony."

Tony stabbed his cock into Jason in one swift thrust. He could have eased
it in, but he liked how the swift plunge in made Jason's anal ring spasm
and contract around his cock. He liked Jason's gasp of pleasure as his
programming took over. Tony grasped Jason by the hips and guided the big
man's body as his puppet repeatedly and slowly flexed his buttocks. "That's
the way, Jason. No hurry. Just milk my cock—just milk the injector with
your body. In and out. Squeeze it. Not too hard. Gently. Oh, that's
good. That's perfect. Just keep doing that."

Jason kept doing it for half an hour before Tony blasted six injections
into him.

***

Jason stood in the doorway to Tony's apartment. He had reluctantly put his
briefs back on only after Tony had pointed out to him that the red posing
strap was a "little worse for wear."

"Thanks for helping me choose a posing strap, Tony, and for giving me the
injections."

"Hey, what are friends for? It was my pleasure, Jason. Come back on Monday
at 7:00 pm. I'll have your next batch of injections ready by then."