I was strolling along a park near the local pool when I overheard one of the workers, Camilo, being harassed by an inked-up jock in yellow trunks.  “What, a migrant like you can’t work a simple mower?”

The worker tried to ignore him and not engage, but I could tell the jerk wasn’t going to stop – so I interjected.
“That’s enough, man. Let the man do his job.” And with the meathead distracted, Camilo continued to work on the mower.

His tormentor looked at me with scorn. “Buzz, off, buddy, this doesn’t concern you.”

“I know that you know deep down that you should just relax, for you will be left feeling better if you simply listen right to my voice.” As much as he tried to fight it, he couldn’t resist staring right into My eyes as I continued to talk, his expression – and mind – becoming more and more blank.

The bully found himself down on his knees, facing his victim’s bulge. “Go ahead, Camilo, take it out and let him suck it. He is your slave now.”

Though hesitant, Camilo knew it was right to do what I said – for he too had once been a cocky jerk in need of a takedown. Once known as Cameron, the dumbing down process resulted in him losing a lot of his grasp on the English language, and the dumb jock was left fit only for jobs doing hard labor.

Now, though, he would have an assistant – an assistant that would double as his slave. The bully… though I could tell the old him was still there somewhere, he couldn’t help but obey… but soon I knew he was enjoying it.

Whatever issues he had that made him an awful man, he was free now. Free of thoughts, free to focus on pleasure. I made sure that as much as he loved fucking with others, he would now be a total bottom loving to be fucked by his new Master.