THE WRESTLER Part 2 “Doctor Stone,” Isaac knocked on the do..

THE WRESTLER Part 2 “Doctor Stone,” Isaac knocked on the door of the Professor’s laboratory. “Come in. Uh, you must be Isaac,” the doctor stood up from his desk as the 5’6 college wrestler stepped into his office. The doctor’s eyes roamed over the compact body in the skin tight singlet. Although Isaac was short, he made up for it with his muscular chisel body stuffed into the tight singlet. The boy was cocky and radiated arrogance as he strutted into the office. “Coach told me to come and see you,” Isaac sounded annoyed as he caught the older man checking him out. The coach told him that he was having problems with focusing and ordered Isaac to see the Professor for help. However, he didn’t know why he had to wear his singlet, jockstrap, and wrestling shoes to see the Professor, as the coach told him to. On top of that the Professor was obviously checking him out. Despite many people thinking, especially gays, that wrestling was homoerotic, the truth was that most wrestlers homophobic, including Isaac. “Yes, he said you have problems focusing on wrestling and it affecting your abilities on the mat,” the doctor pulled his eyes away from the boy’s packed crotch and powerful legs. “Yeah, that's what he says. I don’t think I’m having any problems,” Isaac sounded cocky. The doctor walked behind the wrestler and closed, and discreetly locked, the door. When he turned his eyes fell on Isaac’s ass. It looked like the boy had two soccer balls solved into the back of his singlet. The spandex material looked like it was being swallowed up by the large powerful boy ass. “Sit on the exam table and We can start with basic physical stats,” the doctor picked up the stethoscope. Isaac shrugged his shoulders and hopped his big ass on to the table. The wrestler’s powerful legs dangled off the edge of the exam table. The doctor placed the cold stethoscope to the smooth bare skin of the well developed upper chest. He stood close to Isaac, unable to help himself from inhaling the boy’s scent. The jock’s smell good. Stone pushed his stethoscope into the singlet while listening to the strong, healthy heartbeat. He placed a hand on the muscle layered upper back and shoulders. The wrestler took a loud annoyed breath. The doctor pulled away, smiling, “everything sounds good.” Isaac let out a smirk. Doctor Stone turned to the table by the exam table and picked up a large syringe. “What that,” Isaac’s eyes widened. “No worries, just a vitamin B shot,” the doctor removed the cap and prepared the shot. The doctor then placed the needle against the wrestler’s muscular right bicep and injected the serum into the tight, flawless skin. “Now I’m going to place a helmet over your head to test your focus,” the doctor returned the now empty syringe to the table and picked up a visor with built-in headphones. Stone placed the visor over the younger man’s eyes and ears. He then walked over to the computer at his desk and pressed a series of buttons. The visor began to flash in Isaac’s eyes while subliminal messages began to bombard his mind. The drugs the Professor injected him relaxed Isaac’s mind and made him acceptable to the reprogramming. Images of muscular men, including his own coach and teammates, getting fucked and used flashed in his mind. He saw his coach naked, his long muscular legs wrapped around the Professor’s waist as Dr. Stone fucked the muscle man’s ass. He heard over and over how good it was to submit and obey. “Getting fucked is pleasurable. Winning is pleasurable. When a jock wins, he get fucked. Jocks must serve, must obey. All good jocks obey their masters. They win because they obey.” Issac’s mind was spinning. He was straight but it was so hard to think as over and over his mind was bombarded. His singlet began to bulge obscenely as his cock grew rock hard, while drool was running down his chin. “Jocks don’t need to think, they only obey” Dr. Stone couldn’t resist from feeling up the wrestler’s thick shoulders, rubbing and massaging the mountainous traps. The older man’s touch was making the boy harder and reinforcing his position as a submissiveness. The doctor moved his hands down and felt up the wrestler’s muscular chest. Isaac’s body was tight and shredded. He was a perfect specimen. Dr. Stone appreciated the wrestler’s discipline. The strict diet, the training. The singlet grew tighter around the boy’s crotch as his mind and personality got rewritten. Finally the programming was completed. The doctor ran his hands over the tight singlet as he moved in front of his new slave and he then removed the visor from the wrestler’s head. Once his eyes were freed from the visor, Isaac blinked and looked up at Dr. Stone. The look on his handsome youthful face went from confusion to blissful devotion and lust. Dr. Stone smiled at Isaac and placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders. As he began to peel the singlet shoulder straps off Isaac’s shredded shoulders, Isaac wrapped his powerful, thick legs around the older man’s waist pulling him closer. Isaac’s hard, bulging crotch pressed against the doctor’s. The straight wrestler remained sitting on the exam table as the doctor peeled the straps off his shoulders and down his shredded arms. The doctor exposed the wrestler’s chisel pecs, and pointed, firm nipples. There was no protest as his sculpted cobblestone abs. Dr. Stone then moved his hands to the thick muscular quads that were wrapped around his waist. They were smooth and strong as the older man felt up the wrestler’s legs and thighs. Isaac obediently lifted his hips to assist the Professor in peeling the singlet over his ass. The boy’s jockstrap was barely containing his cock. Dr. Stone leaned in and kissed Isaac’s thick wrestler neck. Isaac closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure while his new master kissed and nibbled up the cords of muscles of his neck. Stone nibbled on Isaac’s right earlobe, “Get on your hands and knees in the wrestling bottom position.” “Yes, sir,” the cocky jock moaned. Isaac slid off the exam table and down to his hands and knees, in the wrestling starting position. His exquisite jock framed ass was facing the Professor. Isaac’s wide hamstrings were spread as Dr. Stone knelt behind the wrestler. He gripped the smooth plump cheeks, spreading them, exposing the jock boy’s hole. The pink rosebud flexed and wrinkled at the older man. The straight jock boy suddenly had the overwhelming desire to be fucked and used. The Professor stroked the tight boy hole, teasing it and causing Isaac to moan in pleasure. Stone then leaned closer and pressed his face between the large ass cheeks. Isaac had never been rimmed before. He whither in lust and moaned as the tongue probed his virgin hole. As he rimmed the sweet boy's ass, Stone kneaded and slapped the flawless cheeks. Stone pulled his face away and pushed a finger into the wet hole, stretching it. He then began to rotate between rimming and fingering the hole. The older man thought of all the possibilities for the beautiful jock boy after he was thoroughly trained. Once he had thoroughly lubed and loosen Isaac’s hole, Professor Stone pulled his face from the smooth ass cheeks and stood up. He admired the beautiful ass as he undid his pants, pulling out his thick, large cock. Isaac placed his strong arms under his head, and buried his handsome youthful face against his smooth veiny forearms. He braced himself as he felt the Professor kneeling behind him. The Professor pressed his thick cock head against the tight virgin hole. “Relax your hole. You're going to feel only pleasure,” Stone instructed. Then with a grunt the Professor penetrated Isaac’s perfect bubble ass. “Fffuck,” Isaac cried out. However, instead of pain, he felt only pure pleasure. His boy cock was still hard rock, trapped in the tight confines of his jockstrap. It was throbbing and leaking, soaking the pouch. The Professor eased out and thrusted back in, driving the boy into pure ecstasy. As a result, Isaac pushed his ass backwards for more. His moans were loud. Professor Stone thrust all the way into the jock boy. His cock buried deep as he laid against the muscle layered back. Their bodies were sweaty as they pressed against each other. He whispered in Isaac’s ear, “cum for me, now.” “Fffuck, yes, sir,” Isaac cried out. Isaac's entire body spasmed and tensed. His ass muscles clamped down like a vice around the Professor’s cock. He cried out and without pulling his cock out of his jockstrap nor touching himself, he came hard. Wave after wave of cum filled the jockstrap pouch. Cum ran out of the pouch down the thick thighs. With Isaac’s powerful anal muscles flexing and spasming around the Professor’s cock, it didn’t took Dr. Stone long to follow Isaac. He came deep inside Isaac’s hole, breeding and seeding his newest slave.