It was a beautiful Easter Sunday afternoon, and Reza had joined his buddy Espen for morning services followed by brunch and now a game of croquet. The two still had on their Easter pastels as they played, though the weather was warming up. None of it was Reza’s usual scene, but the more he hung with Espen, the more he felt as if he was becoming part of Espen’s world.  The inked jock had a rough life that had led to a hard edge that in the past would have mocked his outfit, but he had started changing with Espen. It started with agreeing to give Espen’s music a try, and Reza had been listening to it ever since. Along with his changing dress and demeanor had been a growing lust for his blonde buddy.

Reza had been flexing as he played, trying to show off for his dapper new friend. It seemed to be having some affect as he noticed Espen’s bulge growing, becoming prominent against his shorts. Reza joked about his buddy liking something he saw as he lightly tapped it with his mallet. Espen seemed to be laughing it off as if Reza was simply joking around, so Reza used the rising heat as an excuse to take off his shirt. “Sure is getting hot out here,” he said slyly with a wink.  “That won’t stop me from winning,” Espen responded, sounding as if he knew he was about to win more than the game. He eventually removed his own shirt too, revealing a leaner physique than Reza’s, but Reza still lusted after the surprisingly dark fur on his buddy. As the two finished their game and hung out in the park, Reza struggled to keep his hands off the sexy blonde.

The world around them seemed to stop for a moment, though the bubble burst as the noise level in the park started to increase. An Easter Egg hunt! The two paused for a bit to watch and laugh at kids falling down as they ran too fast in the hopes of scoring their next egg. As they continued talking about anything and everything, they bonded, but Reza still longed for more. Finally he took Espen to the side of the building, out of sight, and made his move. After a passionate kiss, he suggested they find somewhere more private as too many families were still around enjoying the wonderful holiday weather. “Come over to my place,” Espen suggested – or was it a command? Reza was too eager to get intimate to question it.

Back at Espen’s place, Espen again chose the music as Reza began to strip. “I want you so bad,” he admitted but Espen insisted he relax first. “Relax and let me service you first. Relax and let the programming complete.” Reza was far too infatuated to question ‘what programming,’ unaware he had been being brainwashed since the first time his buddy played him some music. Slowly but surely, Espen had been molding the hunk into his ideal boyfriend, one that shared his taste and passions. One that felt sexy wearing a pastel polo as they went to play a game like croquet on a sunny afternoon. One that lusted for him as much as he had lusted for Reza from the start.

And although Reza would also enjoy some time at Espen’s cock, he mostly was beginning to feel more dominant with him. So dominant he had no idea how much he had submitted to programming. He felt in complete control as he pushed Espen further down on his cock, but the truth was he was the one being controlled. Soon he would be dominating Espen’s ass, gagging him along the way as his dominant side took over. It all culminated with cumming on his new ‘submissive’ boyfriend, marking Espen as his property. Reza loved that everyone now thought he was so clean-cut even as he got wild in the bedroom, loving to exert the control that he never knew was an illusion. Illusion or not, he had never been happier.