Max and the Mind Control Device Ch. 03

Chapter 3 - Power Play

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, the mind control device humming gently in my hand. The LED lights lining its edges blinked sporadically, casting an eerie glow on my face. The light glinted off my glasses as I scrutinized the device, fascination and trepidation in equal measure swirling in my gaze. The sleek silver metal of the device was cool and heavy against my skin. It wasn't some science fiction trope. It was real. The embodiment of power, absolute control, in my hands.

My thoughts drifted to Alex, the campus's towering basketball prodigy. He was everything I was not - tall, athletic, desired. He was so different from me, so... perfect, and the idea of having him under my control was intoxicating. I could mold him into the perfect boyfriend, I realized. Alex could be mine - a gentle giant by my side, protective and caring, but obedient and utterly submissive to my commands.

I wasn't cruel, but I longed for a quieter existence, free from social barriers and judgments. A boyfriend who was entirely in sync with me, understanding my needs, my thoughts, my quirks - it sounded idyllic. Alex's physical prowess, combined with my intellectual depth, could create a dynamic duo our college had never seen before.

But could I really manipulate Alex's mind? Was I prepared to traverse such a morally ambiguous path? The device in my hand seemed to pulse, as if egging me on, nudging me towards the path less trodden.

I looked up from the device and my gaze met Alex's vacant stare. He stood in front of me, a picture of raw masculine power and primal sexuality. His towering frame was stripped bare, every curve and dip of his muscular physique showcased. His body glistened with a sheen of sweat, his skin flushed from the exertion of pleasuring me. His pecs rose and fell rhythmically, his abs contracting with every breath he took.

Alex's large, hard member stood proud and erect, even after his intense climax. The sight was breathtaking and intimidating at the same time. Despite his vacant gaze and the mind control, his body seemed attuned to my desires. It was a testament to the power I now held.

I watched as droplets of sweat trailed down from his broad shoulders, rolling down the valleys of his sculpted abs and disappearing into the well-groomed hair at his lower abdomen. His muscular thighs, firm and powerful, glistened under the soft light, the hair on his legs adding a layer of raw masculinity to his appeal.

The sight of Alex, in all his erotic glory, stirred something within me. This tall, muscled, beautiful specimen of a man was under my control, willing and ready to satisfy my every whim. The fact that he was the college's most desired athlete only heightened the intoxication of the situation. A wave of power washed over me, both exhilarating and terrifying.

The device in my hand seemed to grow even warmer, as if sharing in my excitement and trepidation. I took one last look at Alex, my eyes drinking in the sight of his body - a body that was now mine to command. My resolve hardened as my gaze met his again. It was time to step out from the shadows and into the intoxicating world of power, pleasure, and uncharted desires. I was ready to exert my newfound control, to transform Alex into my perfect, submissive giant boyfriend.

With a newfound determination pulsating in my veins, I turned to face Alex. The device felt alive in my hand, buzzing with energy and potential. I held it up, pointing it towards Alex, the indicator lights flashing brightly.

"Alex," I began, my voice sounding stronger than I felt. "You're a good person. You're caring, attentive, and kind." I paused, thinking about my next words carefully. "You love me. You're protective of me. Your only purpose is to make sure I'm safe and happy."

The device hummed in my hand, amplifying my words. I could almost feel the air around us changing, the room charged with an unseen energy.

"And as much as you care for me, you also desire me," I continued, feeling a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Your only purpose in life is to protect me and please me sexually." I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribcage. "You are always ready to execute my every command, even if it's something you would never do."

With each word, I could see changes sweeping over Alex. His vacant stare started to soften, his posture easing into one of care and attentiveness. The transformation was subtle but unmistakable.

"From now on, this will be your new life. You will be loving and caring to me," I added, my voice steady and clear. "But always remember, I am in control. I'm your priority."

As I spoke, the device pulsed with life, seeming to echo my every command. It was a surreal moment, a crossroad where I was shaping another human being's life entirely to my will. My nerdy self would have been appalled, but there was no denying the thrill of power that surged through me.

As I finished speaking, I looked at Alex. His eyes held a new light, a mix of affection and obedience. My heart pounded as I realized what I had done, what I had created. Alex was now my perfect, submissive giant boyfriend. The power I held was both exhilarating and terrifying, and I knew my life would never be the same again.

A wicked idea began to take shape in my mind. If I was going to shape Alex to my will, why not go all the way? I wanted a jock who cared, loved, protected, and obeyed me. But why not... simplify things a little further?

"Alex," I began, my voice steady but laced with anticipation. "You will not be as smart as you used to be. Your intelligence... will fade." The words hung in the air, heavy with implications.

The device pulsed in my hand, its glow more intense, seemingly feeding off my intent. Alex's vacant eyes took on a slight confused look, but then cleared as if a fog was lifting, only to be replaced with simple understanding.

"You're the perfect specimen of a jock," I continued, my words a blend of command and desire. "Your primary focus is to make me feel good. And you will love it. You will love making me feel good."

The device hummed again, sending another wave of energy towards Alex. His expression softened, his eyes gleaming with an eager readiness to please.

"Physically," I went on, my blush intensifying, "you're always ready to please me. Your... your body is always eager, your... member always hard for me." My voice trailed off in a whisper, but the device picked it up and amplified it, broadcasting my commands with an authority I didn't know I possessed.

As I spoke, I watched Alex's transformation. His once sharp eyes were now softer, simpler, but filled with an eager, unquestioning affection. His towering, muscular body was still the same, but it had an air of obedience now, like an oversized pet ready to please its owner.

I felt a thrill run through me, a mix of power and anticipation. I had created my ideal jock, my perfect giant boyfriend, dumb and obedient, but caring and protective, always ready to please me. And, to my surprise, I realized that I was eager, more than anything, to explore this new dynamic.

"Alex," I commanded, the device flashing with anticipation, "when I say 'Robot Time', you will return to this robotic state. You will be ready for more programming, more adjustments to your personality. Do you understand?"

The device hummed, echoing my command as if engraving it into Alex's mind. Alex merely nodded, his vacant eyes reflecting the words I had just spoken. His body was still, waiting for my next command.

Before I woke him up, I took a moment to appreciate Alex's transformed self. His towering figure was even more appealing now, knowing it was at my disposal. The glistening sweat on his skin had dried, leaving his chiseled body looking like a sculpture made of marble. His muscles were firm and prominent, reflecting his commitment to his sport and physical fitness. His chest, broad and rippled with muscles, rose and fell gently with his deep breaths. His abs were hard and cut, like a well-carved work of art, leading my gaze lower to his groin.

Alex's long, hard member still stood proudly, even after all the changes I had inflicted upon him. The sight was enticing, the very embodiment of male virility, and it was all for my pleasure. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of power, anticipation, and desire.

Coming back to reality, I cleared my throat, feeling a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Alex... wake up."

His eyes blinked open, the vacant stare replaced with a soft, affectionate gaze. He looked down at me, his face lighting up with a simple, warm smile.

"Hey there, Max," Alex's deep voice reverberated, filled with an unmistakable warmth. The new lilt in his tone suggested a more simple-minded demeanor than before, his intelligent, competitive spark replaced with a softer, more docile disposition.

"Feeling okay, babe?" He continued, looking at me with concern. The use of a pet name felt foreign, but not unwelcome. It echoed the care I had programmed into him. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Alex," I assured him, managing a small smile.

"Cool," he responded, his face relaxing with relief. "Just making sure. I mean... I'm here to take care of you, right?" He flexed his large bicep subconsciously, a silly grin spreading across his face.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips at the sight. The perfect image of a caring jock, indeed.

"Hey Alex," I ventured, curious to test his new obedience, "could you fetch me a glass of water?"

"Sure thing, babe!". Without a moment of hesitation or questioning, he made his way out of the room to the nearest dispenser, his member bouncing slightly with the sudden movement. It was almost too easy.

As I watched him go, my eyes were drawn to the impressive muscles of his back flexing as he moved, his firm buttocks clenched with each step. It was a sight to behold, and a thrilling realization that this sight was now a part of my everyday life.

He returned shortly, a glass of water in his large hand. "Here you go, babe," he said, handing me the glass with a warm smile. I thanked him, taking a sip and watching him closely. There was an easy eagerness in his gaze, a readiness to please me that had never been there before.

Feeling emboldened, I decided to push the boundaries a little more. "Alex, I want a foot massage."

His grin widened, and he obediently sank to his knees before me. "Of course, babe," he said, his large hands gently beginning to knead my feet. The pressure was just right, his strength controlled and purposeful.

Watching my perfect, submissive giant boyfriend, his chiseled, naked body obeying my every command, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of power course through me. A wicked smile crossed my face.

A wicked idea suddenly flashed across my mind. Something I had fantasized about in the privacy of my dreams but never had the audacity to pursue. But now... now, I had the power to make it a reality.

"Alex," I commanded, my voice filled with a newfound assertiveness. His hands paused on my foot, looking up at me expectantly. His eyes held a spark of intrigue and readiness.

"I want you to lift me," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. His brow furrowed in confusion, but he didn't question me. I watched as he rose to his full, impressive height, his muscles flexing in anticipation.

Without another word, he gently scooped me up in his arms, my small frame feeling insignificant against his massive physique. His strong arms easily supported my weight, holding me up as if I weighed nothing at all. The sight of his bulging biceps and the feel of his firm grip around my waist sent a thrill through me.

Our faces were now level, my eyes meeting his in an intense gaze. I could feel his hot breath on my face, carrying the sweet scent of his exertion. His lips were only inches away from mine, tempting me with the promise of a kiss.

Down below, my lower body was pressed against his hard abs, the rippled muscles rubbing against the sensitive area between my thighs. It was an extremely erotic position, one that had my heart pounding in my chest.

With one hand, I reached out for the device I had set aside on the bed. It felt different now, warmer, pulsating with power that seemed to echo my own excitement.

I felt the hum of the device in my hand, its pulsating energy a stark reminder of the power I held. I looked up at Alex, my obedient, muscular boyfriend, and I felt a stirring of discontent.

He was perfect, yes, but something was missing. There was still a hint of his old self in him. The intelligent, composed athlete still peeked through his softened, obedient facade. That wouldn't do.

I brought the device closer to Alex's forehead, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks as I realized what I wanted to do.

"Alex," I began, my voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "I want you... to be dumber."

His eyes, which were watching me with an attentive gaze, went vacant for a moment as the device did its work. I continued to speak, detailing the transformation I desired. I wanted him to be the stereotypical dumb jock, his mind filled with simple thoughts and desires, always ready and hard for me. But he would also remain my caring protector, his strength and obedience still at my disposal.

The device whirred, its LED lights flickering as my words echoed within it. As I finished, I looked up to see Alex blinking in confusion. He looked down at me, his usual warm gaze replaced with one of simplicity and lust. He looked like a man with a single-minded purpose.

"Babe, you're so... pretty," he murmured, his voice thick and low. It was a simple compliment, devoid of the eloquence he used to possess.

"Thank you, Alex," I said, a wicked smile spreading across my face. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized the magnitude of the change I had inflicted.

He seemed to be struggling with his next words, the complexity of his thoughts reduced drastically. "Me... me want you, babe. You... make me feel... good," he said, his face lighting up with a simple, genuine grin. His hard member twitched in anticipation, ready to please me whenever I desired.

The sight of my transformed boyfriend, a towering, muscular jock ready and eager to satisfy my every whim, sent a thrill through me. I was in control. This was my world now, and Alex was just a player in it. It was time to put my perfect, submissive giant boyfriend to the test.

With newfound resolve, I gave Alex his first command. "Put me down on the desk, Alex."

"Sure thing, babe," he responded in that simplistic, eager-to-please tone that was now a part of his reprogrammed personality. I couldn't help but shiver in anticipation.

He moved with a purpose, his steps sturdy and confident. His muscular arms lowered me gently onto the edge of the desk. The cool surface against my bare skin made me gasp, the contrast with his warm touch incredibly stimulating.

Once I was settled, I spread my legs, offering myself up to him. "Alex," I began, my voice shaky with anticipation, "I want you to... eat me."

"Like this?" he asked, his tone genuine. The look in his eyes was almost endearing, a mix of excitement and simple eagerness.

I nodded, leaning back on my arms. I watched as Alex dropped to his knees, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow over me. His massive hands gripped my thighs, parting them wider.

Meanwhile, his muscular torso was on full display, his perfect abs and pecs serving as a tantalizing distraction. I couldn't help but reach out, my hands trailing over his hot, sweaty skin, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath.

He groaned at my touch, his face buried between my thighs. His long, hard cock throbbed against his abdomen, a visual testimony to his desire for me. His hot breath on my sensitive flesh was tantalizing, making me squirm with anticipation.

"Yes, Alex," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just like that."

As Alex followed my command, I reveled in the sensations flooding my senses. His strong hands on my thighs, his hot mouth on my sensitive folds... all of it was exhilarating.

His moans vibrated against me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I threw my head back, lost in the sensations that my submissive giant was expertly evoking.

As Alex devotedly followed my orders, I realized how powerful I felt, how pleasurable it was to have this dumb, muscular jock ready and eager to satisfy me. The device had not just given me control over Alex, it had also given me control over my own pleasure.

In the throes of pleasure, I reached out for the device, my fingers curling around the cool metal. I angled it towards Alex, whose attention was still entirely focused on pleasing me.

"Alex," I commanded, my voice trembling with each pleasurable wave that his mouth and tongue were sending through me. "I want you to be...dumber. So dumb that...ah, talking is difficult."

The device pulsed, acknowledging my command. I watched as Alex's movements momentarily faltered, a hint of confusion crossing his face before his features relaxed once more, his focus returning to my pleasure.

"Always hard...and ready for me," I continued, my voice a breathy whisper. I could see his member twitch, a testament to my command, standing tall and hard against his firm abdomen. It was a tantalizing sight, one that added fuel to the pleasure simmering within me.

I barely caught my breath as I added, "You...can't think for yourself anymore, Alex. You follow...my every order." The power I held over him made me dizzy with desire, my heart pounding against my chest.

"Be...so dumb, so obedient, my...muscle god...my beast..." I barely managed to gasp out. The words hung in the air between us, a palpable energy that tied us together.

The device whirred, its lights flashing as it processed my commands. Alex's movements stilled for a moment, his vacant gaze fixing on me as the changes took effect. Then, as though a switch had been flipped, he returned his attention to me, his tongue resuming its ministrations with renewed fervor.

My back arched off the desk at the renewed sensations, my hands clutching at his hair. His muscular body between my thighs, his eager tongue teasing my folds, his hard cock throbbing against the desk, and the overwhelming sense of control - everything culminated into an intoxicating mix of pleasure and power.

Alex, my Alex, was now a dumb, obedient beast, his muscled body and undying desire to please me at my command. His intellect faded away, replaced by a simple, primal need to satisfy me. The sight of him, his glistening body kneeling before me, was a testament to my control. His dumb, doting gaze was a constant reminder of his absolute submission, and it filled me with a sense of wild exhilaration. He was my beast, my towering muscle god, and I couldn't have been more thrilled about it.

"Stop, Alex," I managed to gasp out, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. He paused, looking up at me with his doe-like eyes full of simple, eager anticipation. He stood obediently, his towering frame glistening with sweat. He was still rock-hard, his member throbbing and leaking precum. The sight was wildly erotic, his sheer physicality a testament to his virility.

"Alex," I began, my voice stronger now. "I want you to tease me with your muscles and your cock. Show me how dumb and ready you are."

"D-dumb... and r-ready," he repeated slowly, the words sounding even more stupid and inarticulate coming from his lips. There was a glazed look in his eyes, his intelligence faded into nothingness, replaced by a docile, obedient simplicity.

Alex began to flex his muscles, starting with his biceps. They bulged impressively, the veins popping out against his skin. His eyes never left mine, a soft, stupid smile on his face as he moved onto flexing his pectorals. Each muscle group flexed in turn, showcasing the body that was hard and ready for my pleasure.