After completing his forced workout, the brainwashed muscleboy mindlessly made his way to his car. The silence rolled like thick, rumbling thunder through his vacant mind. The surrender of his control was intoxicating. Liberating. Every breath he took assaulted his muscles with the joy of obedience. In a few minutes, his trainer would join him and the anticipation of the intense programming that would soon follow began flooding the stud’s vacant mind. He could feel his muscle cock beginning to throb and twitch, aroused by the thought of his trainer’s voice so deep inside him and the raw ecstasy of the mindfucking his empty brain and muscles would soon be so happily accepting.