Alden was cocky. Too cocky. He routinely led his team to victory, but rarely was he a gracious champ as he taunted his rivals. His arrogance is also why he had no problem pouring himself a drink while he watched game footage, despite knowing Coach would frown on imbibing before a big game. It did seem strange to him that Coach would just e-mail the footage when they usually watched it as a team to discuss strategies, but at least this way he could enjoy his favorite liquor in the comfort of home. He sat back and pressed play on his laptop, ready to study the team’s biggest rivals. ‘What a cocksucker,’ he thought, as he saw their star player Scooter in action – a thought he had also said out loud on more than one occasion when facing his opponent.

‘Man, I must have poured myself too strong a drink,’ he thought, as his mind became fuzzy. But he had to prep for the game, so he kept watching. After all, fuzziness aside, he was starting to feel good. Those opposing players were just so sexy in their uniforms.   Especially Scooter. ‘What the fuck, why would I think that? I’m usually flirting with their wives to distract them from the game. Those babes just can’t resist me. Of course, Scooter never seems to have a girl. What a loser. He has no game.’  But he couldn’t resist the video pulling him back in, unaware of the subliminal messages that continued to enter his mind. Within the half hour, he had completely zoned out, the audio from the footage continuing to play and enter his subconscious.

As the video ended, he found himself waking up… different without realizing he was different.  All arrogance, all ego had been removed from him, and in his place was a submissive ready to comply. To Alden, this felt like his life now, that it had always been his life – he was simply a slave that loved to obey his Master.

The obedient Alden did as the end of the video had instructed – he went to unlock the door, returned to his seat and took off his pants so he could stroke to the frozen image of Scooter, the star player he had called a cocksucker. Fuck, seeing Master on screen made him so hard. Alden lost track of time, blankly staring and thinking of obeying Master, when he heard someone enter.

When Scooter came into the room to see Alden staring blankly at his photo, he was incredibly pleased to see his plan had worked. He had created a fake e-mail to resemble that of Alden’s Coach – but if Alden had looked closely, he would have realized it was one letter off. Of course, Scooter had easy access to his team’s footage, so it was just the matter of adding the subliminals before uploading the attachment. The programming including a trigger phrase, and Scooter was quick to test it out. As Alden closed his eyes and went back down into a deep receptive trance, Scooter continued to rewire the athlete’s brain. The changes were becoming permanent as Alden lost his desire to fuck his groupies and found he only had overwhelming lust for Scooter now.

Scooter couldn’t wait to take advantage of his new slave’s lust. He had always thought being called a cocksucker was a lame insult – and homophobic at that – because what is so bad about sucking cock? He certainly had no issue with it, but he still took some perverse glee in having made Alden crave HIS cock.

Alden felt his new programming take over. He desired his Master’s cock more than anything, and he craved Scooter’s cock deep inside of him. Down his throat and inside his hole. The miserable jerk side of him still existed somewhere deep down, but it felt so much better whenever he could be that simply, happy, obedient slave.

Scooter loved getting to fuck his new slave as well, and the hypnosis programming helped Alden relax enough to take dick for his first time – but far from his last. Scooter would be coming over quite often to take advantage of his programmed submissive, in more ways than one. Every time their teams played each other, it was like Alden was facing a team of psychics. Alden’s Coach knew there had to be a leak somewhere on the team, but he couldn’t figure out from where. It helped that Alden’s programming had him forget about his enslavement and reverting back to his old ways whenever he was in practice or a game. And when facing each other, Scooter would simply smirk whenever Alden called him a cocksucker.

“We’ll see who is sucking who after the game, boy,” Scooter would say, slyly. This of course would only rile up Alden more. “What the fuck are you grinning at, homo?” as he began to contribute the team’s losses to letting Scooter get into his head and fluster him… unaware that Scooter was in his head on a far more personal level.

For as soon as Alden stepped away from the field and locker room, all his programming instantly came back, as well as his lust for Scooter’s dick. His own dick no longer mattered – all that mattered was making sure Master was satisfied. And Master Scooter was ALWAYS left satisfied by his new slave.