The next morning, Aiden woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed. The heavy fog in his head had lifted and his body felt lighter than it had in months. While eating breakfast, he glanced at Zach and said carefully, “I actually slept really well last night… maybe we don’t need to go to the clinic anymore? I feel a lot better already.”
But Zach was not having it. With that sweet yet stubborn smile of his, he gently but firmly reminded Aiden of their pinky promise. “We’re still going. Just to be sure,” he said, leaving no room for argument. Aiden, still riding the rare wave of good energy, eventually relented with a soft sigh.
At the clinic, the doctor reviewed Aiden’s bloodwork and did not hesitate — severe burnout with signs of chronic stress. He ordered Aiden to work from home for the next week with minimal overtime and proper rest. After the appointment, the two brothers rewarded themselves with a relaxing Japanese meal downtown. They laughed over charcoal-grilled skewers and fresh sushi, enjoying a rare easy afternoon together. By the time they returned home, the sun was already setting and Aiden felt surprisingly content.
"I actually feel like I could run a marathon," Aiden remarked, his voice humming with a vitality that had been absent for years. As they stepped into the apartment, he did not head for the couch or the laptop. Instead, he pivoted toward the small alcove they used as a makeshift gym. It was a modest space, barely enough for a yoga mat and a rack of dumbbells but to Aiden, it looked like a sanctuary. "It's been way too long. Between the audits and the commute, I've basically forgotten how to lift anything heavier than a briefcase."
“Slow down, Hercules,” Zach chuckled, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He watched the eager energy radiating off his brother, a spark of vitality that he had carefully cultivated. “The doctor literally just told you that your nervous system is fried. If you go in there and try to hit your old PRs, you’re going to snap a tendon or pass out from a stress-induced migraine. Keep it light. Use the five-kilogram weights for now, just a little calibration to wake the muscles up.”
"Five kilograms. Right. Calibration," Aiden repeated, the word feeling oddly rhythmic in his mind. He did not question why he was suddenly so agreeable to Zach’s restrictions nor why the suggestion felt like a warm guiding hand pushing him toward compliance. He simply nodded, a slow contented smile touching his lips. "You're probably right. Better to be safe."
"Good. That’s the spirit," Zach said, his voice dripping with a sweetness that masked the precision of his control. He did not move from the wall, remaining a silent observer as Aiden retreated toward the bedroom. The younger brother’s eyes tracked the broad set of his older brother's shoulders, noting the way the elder's posture had shifted from a rigid corporate brace to something more fluid and open. The anchor was holding. The seed of obedience had been planted in the fertile soil of burnout and binaural beats and it was already beginning to bloom.
Aiden headed to the bedroom with a surprising bounce in his step. He peeled off his casual clothes and changed into his workout gear: a plain black tank top that hugged his broad chest and shoulders, paired with matching black shorts and socks. He finished with his sneakers, their crisp white accents standing out sharply against the dark outfit. As he tightened the laces, he caught his reflection in the mirror and felt strangely focused, almost primed. The sensation sat warm and hazy in the back of his mind, pleasant but difficult to pin down.
Once finished, he immediately went to the alcove and started with slow, deliberate stretches, reaching for his toes with a low grunt. The familiar burn in his hamstrings felt oddly satisfying, like reconnecting with an old part of himself. He was about to move into a more dynamic warm-up when he heard soft footsteps behind him. Zach appeared, now dressed in a loose white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, still wearing the same white socks he had on since they came back from outside. He leaned casually against the wall, arms loosely crossed, eyes quietly fixed on Aiden with a soft unreadable smile.
"You know, the biohacking forums mentioned that the right frequency can actually optimize muscle fiber recruitment," Zach said, his voice sliding into that smooth expert cadence that had become Aiden’s favorite sound. "If you use a specific rhythmic pulse during your calibration, it prevents the lactic acid buildup and helps your nervous system sync with the movement. It’s like a cheat code for the gym."
Aiden paused mid-stretch, glancing back at his brother. The idea sounded like more of that pseudo-science jargon but in his current state, the logic felt strangely intuitive. He looked at the matte-black MP3 player resting on the dining table and then back to Zach. The suggestion did not feel like an order. It felt like a gift. "A cheat code, huh?" Aiden repeated. "I guess a little extra edge wouldn't hurt."
Zach pushed off the wall and walked over to the dining table. He picked up the matte-black MP3 player and the noise-canceling headphones then approached Aiden with unhurried steps. Without a word, he placed the gear into his brother’s hands, letting his fingers brush against Aiden’s warm palms a moment longer than necessary.
"I'll leave you to your workout," Zach said. "I’m going to head into my room and catch up on the World Cup games I missed. But don't push yourself too hard. If you feel any dizziness or if the frequency feels too intense, just call out and I'll come check on you."
"Deal," Aiden replied, his voice carrying a lightness that had been missing for years. He looked down at the sleek black device, the promise of a "cheat code" for his recovery sparking a competitive glint in his eyes. He was not just looking for health. He wanted his strength back and the idea of optimizing his biology appealed to the high-achiever in him. He paused, a sudden memory of their shared calendar surfacing. "Speaking of the World Cup—don't forget we've got the USA versus Australia game next Friday. I didn't pull those double-shifts three months ago just to let the tickets gather dust in the drawer. We're going to be screaming our heads off in that stadium."
“Trust me, bro, that’s the last thing on my mind,” Zach said as he paused at the threshold of the hallway. He looked back over his shoulder. “I’ve already spent the last three weeks bragging to the entire soccer varsity squad about those tickets. My teammates are losing their minds that we’ve got a locked-in seat for the USA game and a potential Round of 16 match. I’ve basically made it my full-time job to make sure everyone knows we’re going.”
Aiden shook his head, a fond smile lingering on his lips as he watched Zach disappear around the corner of the hallway. He felt a surge of genuine warmth toward his younger brother. The kid had really stepped up during his burnout, acting as the steady anchor while Aiden’s world had felt like it was dissolving into corporate static. The moment the sound of Zach’s bedroom door clicked shut, Aiden did not hesitate. He slid the noise-canceling headphones over his ears, sealing out the apartment’s silence and pressed play on the matte-black device.
Meanwhile, just down the hall, Zach collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh of predatory satisfaction, crossing his socked feet at the ankles as he leaned back against the headboard. He did not reach for his own headphones. He did not need the noise. Instead, he pulled up a series of highlight reels from the matches he had missed, the screen flashing with the chaotic neon energy of the pitch. He kept the volume muted, watching the silent frantic dance of the players and the explosive joy of the crowd. He only needed a few minutes of condensed victory because he was currently timing a much more significant win happening just outside his door.
He knew the math of the mind. He had refined this specific sequence on the same classmate from months ago, watching the boy’s gaze glaze over in a matter of minutes, his autonomy dissolving into a compliant fog. Twenty minutes. That was the threshold. In twenty minutes, the "calibration" frequency would pivot from a physical optimization tool into a psychic leash, stripping away Aiden’s executive function and replacing it with a desperate humming need for direction. Zach glanced at the time on his phone, his smile widening. He was not just watching sports highlights. He was timing the precise moment his brother’s will would fold.
Then came the sound… a sudden discordant crash. It was not a violent noise but a heavy metallic clatter. The distinct sound of five-kilogram dumbbells hitting the hardwood floor.
Zach did not rush. He drifted toward the gym alcove, his steps silent, his face perfectly composed into a mask of worried restraint. Aiden stood exactly where he had left him, his chest still heaving from the exertion of the workout but his posture had gone eerily slack. He was not slumped but he was frozen. His arms hung at his sides, fingers loose, the dumbbells lying forgotten at his feet like discarded toys.
But it was his gaze that gave him away. The sharp, guarded edge that usually defined him was gone, replaced by an unsettling glassy stare. Aiden looked right through the room, his eyes blank and unblinking. He looked less like a man and more like a masterpiece of sculpture: warm, breathing and utterly devoid of a will.
Zach did not speak right away. He simply took him in, this heavy muscular frame completely stripped of its usual authority. He drifted closer, stepping soundlessly around Aiden’s frozen posture. Reaching up, his fingers lightly hooked under the band of the noise-canceling headphones, easing them off his brother’s head without breaking the quiet rhythm of the room. Aiden did not even flinch. Zach set the device aside and continued to circle, watching the way the older man remained completely still. He brushed past his shoulder then drifted behind him, testing to see if Aiden would flinch. Nothing. Zach reached out and lightly flicked one of his brother’s hardened nubs under the tank top but Aiden remained completely still. The subtle calculating smirk from last night returned to Zach's lips. The audio calibration had not just relaxed his brother's body but also it had quietly dismantled his defenses.
"Still with me, Aiden?" Zach whispered, stepping back into his line of sight.
“Yes,” his answer was entirely flat, the single word devoid of any tone or weight. Aiden stood unblinking, his posture locked, breathing so shallowly he barely moved. The sharp protective intellect that usually dominated his presence had vanished, leaving only a quiet receptive silence in its place.
A quiet thrill settled in Zach's chest. Yesterday, this had been a gamble. Today, it was undeniable proof that the conditioning worked.
“Good,” he murmured, his satisfaction dark and possessive. He stepped into his brother’s personal space. He knew the clock was ticking. The hypnotic window was wider than the previous night's sudden drop but it was still fleeting. He had perhaps thirty minutes before Aiden’s conscious mind began to stitch itself back together and Zach intended to spend every second of it carving new indelible pathways into his brother’s psyche.
He pressed his palm flat against his brother’s broad chest, feeling the slow, steady heartbeat underneath. “We’re going to do something special today, Aiden,” Zach said, his voice dropping into that low rhythmic drone. “From now on, the word “accruals” will be your undoing. Whenever you hear me say it, you’ll fall into a trance ten times deeper than you are right now. Your mind will dissolve into warm heavy liquid until there’s nothing left but a beautiful empty shell that only knows how to obey me. Do you understand?”
Aiden’s glassy eyes stared straight ahead, his voice flat and distant. “Yes… I understand.”
Zach let his hand slide down from Aiden’s chest, his fingers trailing lightly over the waistband of the black shorts. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in the small space between them. He had spent a long time choosing the trigger word, scrubbing through his brother’s corporate vocabulary for something that was the antithesis of pleasure. Accruals. It was a word of cold accounting, of deferred obligations and sterile spreadsheets. To Aiden, it represented the very essence of the stress that had nearly broken him—the relentless, invisible accumulation of pressure that never quite cleared. By tying the hypnotic trigger to a word that symbolized corporate misery, Zach was effectively hijacking Aiden's professional trauma and transforming it into a doorway for submission. Every time that word echoed in his mind, the stress of the office would not trigger anxiety but a sudden blissful collapse into Zach’s ownership.
Zach’s gaze flickered to the digital clock on the wall. The white digits pulsed in the quiet room, reminding him he still had nearly twenty minutes before the window began to close. He had no intention of wasting the quiet. The trigger was a long-term play, a door he could open whenever he wanted. But this immediate uninterrupted control was too rare to pass up.
Zach’s smirk deepened, shifting from simple satisfaction into something much darker and hungrier. He stood there for a moment, just drinking in the sight of his older brother’s completely blank face. The sharp and always-in-control Aiden had been reduced to a warm breathing mannequin of muscle and quiet obedience. Gone were all that usual corporate authority. The power dynamic between them had not just shifted. It had been completely demolished and Zach was savoring every second of it.
Without breaking eye contact with those vacant blown-out pupils, Zach reached down. He did not tease or hesitate. He simply slid his hand between Aiden’s legs and cupped his crotch with a firm possessive grip, squeezing the heavy weight of him through the thin fabric of the black shorts. Almost immediately, he felt the sudden involuntary twitch as Aiden’s cock responded, swelling and thickening against his palm even in this deep hypnotic void. Even with his mind switched off, his body was already starting to recognize Zach as its only source of stimulation.
Zach let out a low hum of approval, clearly pleased with the way Aiden’s body was responding. He kept his hand firmly cupped around the bulge in his brother’s shorts, feeling the thick cock twitch and steadily harden against his palm. His thumb stroked slowly along the growing ridge, pressing just enough to draw out more involuntary reactions. He leaned in closer until his lips were almost brushing Aiden’s ear, his voice dropping into a quiet intimate tone.
“Tell me, Aiden… have you ever actually let another man touch you like this? Ever had any kind of experience with a guy before?”
Aiden’s voice came out flat and toneless but his breathing had a slight uneven hitch to it. “No,” he answered. “Never. Except… once, back in college.”
Zach paused his strokes but his thumb kept slowly circling over the hardening ridge in Aiden’s shorts. His eyes narrowed with real interest. “Once? You’ve never told me about any guy before. Tell me.”
Aiden stayed quiet for a second, like the memory was being dragged up from somewhere deep. “Sophomore year,” he droned. “Delta House. There was a party in the basement. We were playing spin the bottle… it was a dare.”
Zach’s thumb slowed down, clearly hooked now. “A dare,” he repeated, voice low. “What happened?”
“The bottle landed on my best bud Mark,” Aiden continued, his breathing getting a little heavier even in the trance. “The guys all cheered. They wanted to see if the golden boys would actually do it. We had to kiss for one full minute. No pulling away.”
He paused, a small shiver running through his broad shoulders. “It was intense. He didn’t hold back. I didn’t either. For sixty seconds, that was the only thing that mattered. Then the timer went off… and we just stopped.”
The revelation sent a fresh spike of curiosity through Zach. He was not satisfied with just controlling Aiden’s present anymore. He wanted to dig up every secret his brother had buried over the years. Without breaking rhythm, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the black shorts and pulled them down in one smooth motion. The fabric slid over Aiden’s thick thighs and pooled around his ankles, leaving him standing there in nothing but a pair of tight black briefs that were clearly straining against his growing hardness.
Zach then slid his palm over the thin cotton, molding his hand around the thick pulsing length underneath. He could feel the heat and the way it throbbed against his touch. “A dare, huh…” Zach said, voice low and teasing. “After that minute was over, did you ever actually want to kiss another guy again? Did the thought ever cross your mind when you were alone?”
“Not really,” Aiden replied flatly, though a small shudder rippled through his chest. “It was just… a moment. A challenge.” He paused, his vacant eyes drifting as if searching for the right word in a dictionary that had been wiped clean. “But I wasn’t averse to it. It didn’t feel wrong. I just figured… it didn’t make me gay. It was just a kiss.”
Zach let out a low thoughtful hum, his hand still firmly wrapped around Aiden’s hard cock through the briefs. He gave it a slow possessive squeeze, thumb tracing a lazy line from the base up toward the tip.
“Interesting,” he teased smugly. “So you weren’t really against it. You didn’t freak out or feel disgusted after. You just… accepted it.” He kept stroking him slowly, almost absentmindedly, while watching his brother’s blank face.
“Tell me the truth, Aiden. After that one minute… did you ever think about it again? Did you ever imagine what it would be like to have another guy’s hands on you? To actually have sex with one?”
Aiden’s chest rose and fell in that slow empty rhythm. His voice came out flat and distant. “No. It never occurred to me. Not really.” He paused for a moment. “The kiss was just a sensation. I didn’t mind it but it didn’t change anything. I was never attracted to men. I never looked at one and… wanted him.”
Zach felt a quick flicker of disappointment. He was hoping to find some hidden closeted spark he could use but Aiden sounded completely straight. No secret longing, no lingering curiosity, just a blank wall. He glanced at the clock again. The window was getting shorter. He did not have enough time to fundamentally rewire Aiden’s orientation but he had more than enough time to plant a new habit.
“Well, if you didn’t mind it back then,” Zach said, his tone shifting from curious to commanding, “you definitely won’t mind it now.” He stepped closer until their chests were almost touching. “That kiss with Mark was just a dare. But this is an order. Kiss me, Aiden. Right now. Make out with me exactly like you did with him. No pulling away, no hesitation. Just complete surrender.”
“Okay,” Aiden droned, the word barely audible.
The moment the order registered, Aiden moved. There was no hesitation, no personal desire , just pure mechanical obedience. He stepped forward, cupped the back of Zach’s head with one big hand and pulled him into a deep aggressive kiss. It was the same intense dominant way he used to kiss women: hungry, heavy and controlling. His mouth claimed Zach’s completely, tongue pushing in without restraint as he pressed his much larger body forward, pinning Zach against the wall of the alcove.
The younger was caught completely off guard. He had expected something stiff and robotic but Aiden was kissing him hard, deep and relentless, exactly like someone used to taking charge. The force of it knocked the air out of Zach’s lungs for a second. His back hit the wall and for a brief moment, all he could do was take it.
But the shock quickly melted into a rush of excitement. Zach recovered fast, grinning against Aiden’s lips as he kissed him back just as eagerly. He grabbed onto Aiden’s thick neck with both hands, pulling him even closer, matching the intensity while knowing full well that none of this was coming from Aiden’s own want. It was all programming. And that fact only made it hotter for him. That and the taste of Aiden’s mouth still faintly carrying traces of their earlier meal.
The kiss deepened quickly, turning from obedient response into something raw and urgent. Aiden kissed him back with rhythmic pressure, his tongue moving in time with the lingering pulses still echoing in his mind. There was a striking contrast — Aiden’s tall powerful body completely yielding to Zach’s smaller, more insistent frame. His hands found Zach’s waist, gripping the grey sweatpants tightly as he pulled his brother closer, their bodies pressing flush together.
They stayed locked like that for a long moment, the alcove filled only with the wet sounds of their mouths and their uneven breathing. When Zach finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connected their lips. Aiden’s eyes remained glassy and unfocused, chest heaving under the tight black tank top.
“Stop,” Zach whispered softly, the command gentle but firm.
Aiden instantly went still, lips parted, waiting.
Zach leaned back, chest also heaving as he caught his breath. He looked up at Aiden, whose face stayed completely empty yet whose body was clearly reacting — warm, tense and eager.
A faint smirk tugged at Zach’s lips. He reached forward and slowly pulled the hem of Aiden’s black tank top upward, bunching the fabric just below his collarbones. The move revealed the wide solid expanse of his brother’s chest, skin warm and lightly flushed from the earlier exertion. Zach let his gaze linger, taking in every inch of him. Aiden’s pecs were still full and prominent, but they had softened noticeably over the past year. His abs, once sharply carved, were now subtler, less defined with a layer of softness around his middle and noticeable love handles spilling slightly over the waistband of his shorts. It was no longer the tight sculpted body of someone who lived in the gym. But Zach loved it even more this way. Not overly sculpted but not neglected either. Capable but comfortable.
Zach’s fingers traced the slight curve of Aiden’s waist, gently squeezing the plush flesh. He liked him exactly like this. Leaning in closer, he spoke in a calm low voice right beside his brother’s ear. “From now on, this is how your body stays, Aiden. Not too muscular, not too soft. Just like this, strong enough but comfortable. You’re going to maintain this. No more pushing for hard abs or sharp lines. This is what feels good now… because this body is for me. Understand?”
Aiden’s lips parted slightly as he responded. “Yes.”
"Good," Zach murmured softly against Aiden’s ear lobe.
He then leaned in, his tongue darting out to flick the center of the left one. He heard Aiden’s breath hitch sharply. He next closed his lips around the nub, sucking it firmly into the warmth of his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak.
Aiden remained a statue of obedience, his eyes still vacant and staring at nothing yet his body reacted in the most visceral way. As Zach shifted to the other side, alternating between sharp nibbles and deep suctions, he could feel Aiden’s chest shuddering. The older brother’s heart was hammering against his ribs. Zach could feel the heat radiating off him, a fever of induced arousal that Aiden had no mental capacity to process, only to endure.
Zach did not stop at the chest. He continued downward, dragging his tongue along the warm skin of Aiden’s torso, tasting the light salt of sweat. He lingered on the soft dip of Aiden’s solar plexus, nipped at the sides of his ribs and trailed hot breaths over the subtle curve of his waist.
As he reached the waistband of the black briefs, Zach sank to his knees, the hardwood floor cool beneath his socks, placing him in the perfect position of both submission and absolute power. He did not rush though. He pressed his face against the straining bulge, inhaling deeply and savoring the heavy masculine scent—a mix of sweat, skin, and arousal.
He lingered there, savoring the way the fabric dampened under his breath. Then, he opened his mouth and slid his lips over the cotton, taking the head of the meat between his teeth for a moment. He could feel the throb of Aiden’s pulse vibrating against his tongue.
Pulling back just an inch, Zach breathed, “Fuck… you smell like everything I want, Aiden.”
He did not wait for a response, knowing the void in Aiden's mind could not formulate one. In a decisive fluid motion, Zach hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the black briefs and yanked them downward. The fabric slid over the muscular slope of Aiden's thighs and joined the discarded shorts, pooling in a heap of cotton and spandex around his socked ankles.
Zach let out an appreciative whistle, the sound echoing in the small gym alcove. Even in its semi-dormant state, Aiden’s cock was an imposing presence, thick-girthed and heavy, hanging with a dormant power that Zach had admired from afar for years. It was not fully erect yet but the sheer mass of it reminded Zach that Aiden was built for a kind of masculinity that was now entirely at his disposal. He wrapped his hand around the warm shaft, giving it a slow firm stroke.
“Damn, Aiden…” Zach whispered, voice thick with admiration as he continued jerking him. “Look at this thing. So thick and heavy. You’ve always been impressive, you know that? The best at everything. Best brother, best provider, best man. And this… this is just perfect.”
The friction of Zach’s palm worked quickly. It did not take long before his brother’s cock swelled into a full throbbing erection. Zach wasted no time. He leaned forward and took the head into his mouth in one smooth motion, stretching his lips around the thick girth. He sucked with hungry rhythmic pressure, eyes half-closed as he savored the heat and weight of his brother on his tongue.
He was running on a tight clock. The white numbers on the wall clock reminded him he probably only had ten minutes before the hypnotic hold started to weaken. He needed to make this count. Zach worked him with focused intensity. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head while his hand stroked the base in perfect sync. He could feel Aiden’s thighs starting to tremble, muscles twitching as pleasure built rapidly.
Then an idea hit him. He did not want this to be one-sided.
“Aiden,” Zach commanded, pulling off just enough to speak. “Open your mouth and suck on my fingers.”
“Yes.”
Aiden’s jaw dropped open instantly. Zach slid two fingers deep into his brother’s mouth. The older man sucked on them immediately, tongue moving with mindless obedience and coating the digits in thick warm saliva. Once they were slick enough, Zach pulled his fingers out with a wet pop and returned his mouth to Aiden’s cock, sucking him down again with renewed hunger. At the same time, he reached behind and pressed one wet finger against Aiden’s tight entrance. With steady pressure, he pushed inside. His brother’s whole body jolted, a sharp gasp escaping him but he did not pull away. Not that he could anyway.
Zach added a second finger, stretching him open while his mouth continued working the thick shaft. He curled his fingers, searching until he found the prostate. Every time he rubbed that spot, Aiden’s hips twitched helplessly and his cock throbbed hard in Zach’s mouth.
He kept the rhythm going—sucking, stroking and fingering all at once. Then he pulled his mouth off just enough to speak, still pumping Aiden’s cock with a tight grip.
“Tell me, Aiden,” Zach said. “How does it feel? Having my fingers inside you while I play with your cock? Be honest.”
Aiden’s head lolled slightly, voice flat and distant. “It’s… too much. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s warm… heavy… It feels really good.”
Zach smiled against his thigh as voice dropped into that low commanding tone. “Good. Listen carefully. This feeling, this intense pleasure, is now connected only to me. From now on, whenever I touch you, your body will crave this exact sensation. This is the best feeling in the world for you. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” Aiden replied, the words sinking deep.
Zach’s smirk sharpened with satisfaction. He dove back down, sealing his mouth around the thick head of Aiden’s cock while his fingers kept pressing and rubbing that sensitive spot deep inside. He increased his pace, sucking his brother’s throbbing meat harder as his fingers stroked that hidden bundle of nerves without mercy. He could feel Aiden’s thighs lightly shaking.
Even in his hypnotized state, Aiden’s body reacted. The older man was completely overloaded. His breathing turned into labored pants, soft broken moans slipping out every few seconds as pleasure overwhelmed him. His whole frame trembled as the peak finally hit. He came hard, pulsing thick and hot straight into the younger man’s mouth in heavy waves. Zach swallowed every drop, refusing to waste any of it. He even kept sucking gently through the aftershocks, milking him until the last tremor faded.
He finally pulled off slowly, licking his lips. Staying on his knees, he looked up at Aiden’s completely ruined glassy-eyed expression. The big brother who used to be so put-together now looked lost, breathing ragged and body still twitching.
Zach lingered for a moment, cleaning the last traces of cum from Aiden’s cock with lazy licks before kissing the sensitive head one last time. He reached down and pulled the black briefs back up the sturdy thighs, smoothing the cotton over the still-pulsing length then tugged the black shorts back into place. He knelt further, meticulously adjusting the black crew socks and adjusting the laces of Aiden’s sneakers, ensuring his brother looked exactly as he had before the descent. Standing up, Zach smoothed the fabric of the tank top, brushing away the wrinkles from where he had bunched it up. He leaned in, pressing one more kiss to Aiden’s lips
Once Aiden looked like he had simply been working out, Zach slotted the heavy weights back into his brother’s palms, closing the older man's fingers around the grips. The fit was perfect. It was the same position Aiden had been in before the world had vanished for him
"Hold these," Zach commanded firmly. “"Hold them exactly like this. Don't move a muscle until your mind comes back to you. When you wake up, you will feel the weight in your hands and you will simply believe you were pausing between sets. You will remember nothing of the void. No gaps in time. Just a normal workout. Understand?”
“I understand,” Aiden answered flatly.
Carefully, Zach stepped back and carefully placed the headphones over Aiden’s ears again. He switched the track from the hypnotic binaural beats to a normal lo-fi playlist. He knew he could not risk leaving the conditioning frequencies on too long. Too much exposure could fry Aiden’s mind, possibly breaking the conditioning or worse, leaving his brother mentally shattered. Zach did not want that. He wanted his functional loving big brother during the day… and his perfectly obedient toy at night. Not a broken shell.
He gave Aiden’s shoulder one last affectionate pat then quietly retreated to his own room, closing the door just enough to leave a sliver of a gap. He leaned back against the wall, holding his breath as he listened to the silence hanging over the apartment. He stayed completely still, waiting for that precise split-second moment when the fog would finally clear and the sharp imposing persona of his big brother would snap right back into place.
The silence hung in the room for a few more minutes before it was shattered by the audible thud of weights hitting the floor.
"Damn it, lost my focus for a second," Aiden’s voice drifted through the gap. He sounded strong, grounded and completely oblivious. There was a grunt of effort, followed by the familiar rustle of him jumping right back into another set of curls, his breathing picking up its steady athletic rhythm.
Zach did not stay any longer. He turned on his heel and threw himself onto his bed, bouncing once before sinking back against the headboard. He sprawled out, letting the lingering rush of adrenaline wash over him as he grabbed his phone. The screen lit up as he opened his streaming app, ready to finally stream the full replay of the World Cup match he postponed earlier.
As the USA continued their relentless barrage against Paraguay in the replay, Zach could not help feeling giddy. Each goal felt like a personal echo, a celebration of his own quiet victory. He had just planted something deep inside his brother. The foundation was set. Over the next few days, the trances would grow longer and smoother. The recovery would become slower, the gaps in Aiden’s memory nearly invisible. Soon, he would not need the full ten-minute window anymore. He could already put Aiden in and out of that blank obedient state whenever he wanted.
And that was only the beginning.
Zach smiled to himself, the glow of the screen flickering across his face. He was not just planning to rewrite Aiden’s sexuality. He wanted to reshape his entire reality until the only thing that felt real, the only thing that mattered, was the pleasure Zach gave him. Longer trances meant longer hours. Hours where he could take his time using his big brother’s body however he pleased.
The match continued on screen but Zach was already thinking about the next session.
