Some people are too dumb to think for themselves. They are ..
🕑 Added 2022-02-23 02:46:06 +0000 UTC
Some people are too dumb to think for themselves. They are easily swayed by loud mouth demagogues who actually know less than their followers but because they have a microphone and money the weak minded follows them. Michael was the perfect example of a muscle airhead redneck conservative that needed a real man to do the thinking for him. The 6’4”, 240lbs of blonde muscle stud never was good at thinking for himself. Thinking often got him into trouble. His first mistake was his wife. She was the first and only woman he slept with. They were both from religious families and virgins when they got married. Michael soon was letting her make all the decisions while he focused on working and dreaming of a bodybuilding career.
Michael was at first successful as a fitness model. He has the American golden boy look with his golden tan, blonde, blue eyes and a tall, god-like muscular body that made him popular to look at. Plus he easily followed instructions and didn’t have to think on his own. However, not being bright had its drawbacks, combined with his overinflated ego, ultraconservative, off-mainstream views he quickly became unpopular with many people in the modeling industry. Being dumb, arrogant, and closed minded was a dangerous combination. Not only was he an outspoken Qonon follower but also a loud homophobe. His little mind easily lurched on to all the outrageous conspiracy theories. After failing at modeling, Michael went to work for his father-in-law’s home renovation company.
Michael’s friend Danny, another inspiring model and a regular patient of Dr. Davis Sloan, approached the doctor to help his friend out. Dr. Sloan was very intrigued as he listened while sucking on Dan’s large juicy nipples.
“Michael is too dumb for his own good. ooh,” Dan moaned as Sloan squeezed his left meaty pec while sucking on the right swollen tit.
“He is so wrapped up with that Qonon crap and conspiracy theories, he is ruining friendships and more. You think you can help him? fffuck,” Dan asked as the doctor slid a finger into his tight smooth hole.
The doctor pulled off the muscular model’s right nipple, “invite him over to my house Tuesday evening, tell him I have a job for him.”
“Thank you, sir. mmm,” Dan moaned as the doctor began to finger his tight hole.
Dr. Sloan was impressed when he met Michael on Tuesday evening. Michael was wearing a tight blue shirt and a pair of baggy shorts that showed off his large golden tan arms and thick well-developed calves. The stud had an arrogant, oversized ego, but the doctor could sense it was a facade.
“You want a beer,” the Doctor asked as he checked out Michael’s tall body, and bulging muscles.
“That would be great, sir. It is so cool a white, straight guy like you made it big,” Michael went on to talk about gays that he works for hitting on him. He was completely clueless that the doctor could be gay. “It's so annoying, man, how they think because you have muscles, you want to take it up the ass. My father-in-law said, ``No real man takes it up the ass.” “Can you imagine getting a dick it up there,” Michael went on.
“Here your beer,” the Doctor hopes that it would shut him up soon.
“Thanks, doc,” Michael took the beer and drank it down.
Michael followed the doctor through the huge mansion to the master bedroom and bath. Michael was impressed by the house size, especially the huge bathroom and master bedroom. He tried to take notes but he started to feel frizzy and unfocused. He put his fingers up to the bridge of his nose to focus.
“Everything ok, Michael,” the doctor put his hand on Michael’s left arm.
“Yeah, doc, it's just hard to concentrate. I’m . . .”
“Why don’t you take off your shirt and lay on the bed for a while,” the Doctor stroked Michael’s bulging bicep.
“Why,” Michael asked, confused.
“You trust me, you trust me completely, Mickey,” the doctor continued to stroke his tan arm.
“Yeah, Mickey trust you,” Michael could barely stand as he peeled the shirt over his head and then laid face down on the large, soft bed.
“That’s a good boy,” Dr. Sloan smiled as he watched the big muscle stud laying on his stomach, face down. His large wide back and perfect bubble ass facing him.
The doctor took some of his special cream from his night stand and then crawled between Michael’s spread, thick legs.
“Just relax, you trust me completely,” the doctor whispered as he started to rub the lotion into the mountains of muscles on Michael's back.
“Trust you completely,” Michael moaned.
“Yes, you can only trust me. It feels so good to trust me. It makes you so turn on when you obey and trust,” the Doctor works his hands into the tension, dense muscles.
Michael was soon purring in bliss as his mind became palatable and open. The doctor then took a headset from his nightstand and placed it over the now docile Michael’s head and activated the subliminal messages. While Michael’s mind got rewritten, Dr. Sloan moved down and began to stroke the massive calves muscles. They were thick and well developed. The doctor couldn’t wait until he get them on his shoulders while fucking Michael. He moved his hand further up the thick legs to the baggy shorts. Michael offered no resistance and even lifted his waist off the bed to help the doctor to pull his shorts off. Michael was wearing a pair of tight white compression shorts that looked painted on to his tight, round ass.
Meanwhile as Michael laid on the bed, his mind was spinning. Thanks to the doctor’s voice over the headset, he realized everything he believed was a lie. It was so hard to think to the point that his mind hurts. He began to hate thinking. However, he knew he could only trust the doctor. The doctor was smart and knows what is best for him. He had to trusts the doctor.
“Mickey, are you gay,” the doctor whispered in Michael’s ear as he reached between the thick thighs and stroked Michael’s trapped balls.
Michael paused, and in a low, boyish voice, “yes. But my daddy told me that tough men don’t take it up the ass. I want to be a real man. I spend all my time at the gym trying to be a man and not a fag. I got big and dumb to make daddy proud.”
The doctor stroked his hand up over the tight compression underwear while teasing Michael’s hole through the thin material, “but you want to get fucked don’t you? You want to be submissive and be dominated, don’t you.”
“Yes, sir,” Michael whispered.
“Very good, boy,” the doctor raised his hand and brought it down hard on Michael’s bubble ass.
Michael cried out as he kicked out his legs. The doctor brought his hand down again on the other cheek. As Sloan spanked him, Michael grew rock hard. His cock was trapped under him in the tight compression shorts.
“Please,” Michael cried. Then another slap on his muscular ass. “Please, fuck me.”
“Good boy,” the doctor stopped spanking the tall muscle stud and pulled the big man onto his feet.
Despite Michael’s height and size, the outline of his hard cock in the tights was insufficient. 4inch hard. He was a natural born bottom. The doctor knew what the stud needed. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his much larger, rock hard cock. Michael then obediently knelt before his new master.
Dr. Sloan stroked Michael’s short blonde hair, “just relax your throat.”
Michael looked up at the doctor as he opened his mouth and took the cock down his throat. He obediently worked his mouth over the thick cock as the doctor grabbed his head and began fucking his face. Michael began hungrily sucked on the cock as he grabbed hold of the doctor’s legs for support. All that matter to the once dumb arrogant stud was to pleasure the older man. The doctor was surprised how good Michael was at sucking cock, he was a natural born cocksucker. He decided to reward Michael by tightening his grip on his head and pushing deeper into the tight throat. Michael’s nose was smashed against the older man’s crotch. Dr. Sloan came down Michael’s throat. In return Michael swallowed it all, and quickly followed, cumming in his underwear.
Hours later, Mickey was all smiles as he came out of the bathroom in only a towel around his chisel waist. He stood before the doctor and opened his towel and let it fall to the ground. He looked so proud of himself as he stood in front of the other man. Mickey had shaved his entire body all by himself. His hard, thick muscles were completely smooth from his thick neck down to his feet. Michael even locked up his own useless cock in a cockcage.
“That’s a good boy. Now turn around,” the Doctor sat back in his chair.
Mickey smiled bigger at the complement and turned around to show off his wide back and tight bubble ass.
“Good boy, now bend over and show me your boypussy,” the doctor ordered.
“My boypussy,” the 6 '4 bodybuilder giggled as he bent over and reached around his hands to grab his plump ass cheeks to spread them.
“Boypussy,” the mindless stud giggles as he wriggles his ass.
Michael’s hole was as smooth as the rest of him. Dr Sloan stood up and walked around his new play tight. He reached down and stroked the freshly shaved and cleaned hole, causing Mickey to cooed.
“Please fuck me daddy,” Mickey.
Dr. Sloan got up from his chair and walked up behind his newest slave. Mickey hole was lubed and ready, as the doctor aimed his cock at the boypussy and pushed into him. Mickey felt only blissfully pleasure as he was penetrated.
“Feel so good,” Mickey cried out as the doctor pulled out and thrusted back in.
