Gym hypnosis

The Corruption Begins

The Ring’s First Whisper – A New Obsession

Stefano Bianchi stood under the flickering streetlight, rain dripping from the middle-aged man's unkempt salt-and-pepper hair, his fingers absently tracing the cold metal of the Osiris ring now snug around his right middle finger.

"Damn... maybe my prayers have been answered...."

It had been hours since he left the thrift shop, yet the thing pulsed against his skin, a slow, rhythmic throb like a second heartbeat. The shopkeeper’s raspy voice slithered through his mind:

"Wear it, and Osiris will bless you."

He exhaled, breath fogging in the chilly air, and flexed his hand. His knuckles cracked—had his fingers always been this veined? Stefano's reflection in a puddle caught his eye. The dim light carved shadows under his cheekbones, sharpening his jawline. His stubble looked thicker, darker. Was that…?

No.

He was imagining things.

But the ring burned against his very soul, and a voice—deep, guttural, not his own—coiled up from the depths of his skull.

"You are weak. Soft. A shadow of what you could be."

Stefano’s breath hitched. He should’ve been terrified. But instead, his cock stirred in his slacks, thickening against his thigh.

"You will be strong. You will be worshipped."

A shudder ran through him. His fingers twitched.

And then—*hunger*.

"You will breed."

Not for food.

For more.

The Gym – Where the First Changes Take Root

The neon sign of "Mcfat, fitness and bitches" buzzed overhead, casting a sickly green glow over the rain-slick pavement. Stefano pushed through the glass doors, the scent of sweat, rubber mats, and disinfectant flooding his nostrils. The place was nearly empty at this hour—just a few die-hard lifters and a lone woman on the treadmill, her ponytail swaying with each stride.

The ring pulsed again.

"She watches you."

Stefano’s gaze flicked to the woman—mid-thirties, toned legs, sports bra clinging to sweat-slick skin. She glanced over her shoulder. Their eyes met.

And then—something passed between them.

Her pupils dilated. Her lips parted.

Stefano didn’t speak, but the words formed in his mind, dripping with command:

"Look away. Forget me."

She blinked, shook her head, and turned back to the treadmill—but her pace had slowed. Her breathing was uneven.

Holy shit.

The ring hummed, pleased. A dark seductive whispers rang in the depths of his mind,

"This is but an appetizer"

Stefano’s lips curled into a smirk.

He wasn’t here to lift weights.

He was here to learn.

The First Workout – Muscles, Sweat, and Something Darker

Stefano shrugged off his jacket, revealing arms that—had they always been this defined? His forearms were corded, veins snaking under tanned skin. His biceps strained against his rolled-up sleeves.

He didn’t question it.

He embraced it.

The barbell felt lighter than it should’ve. His reps were smooth, effortless. His muscles swelled with each curl, his breath coming in deep, controlled pulls.

And then—her.

The trainer.

Valentina Rossi.

Mid-forties, but built like a goddess—thick thighs, wide hips, a chest that strained against her tight tank top. She’d been a competitive powerlifter in her youth. Now, she trained others.

And right now, she was staring at Stefano.

Not at his form.

"O-Ohmygod... control yourself Val!"

At the sweat rolling down his neck.

At the way his shirt clung to his expanding chest.

At the bulge in his shorts.

"F-Fuck! He noticed..."

Stefano met her gaze.

The ring thrummed. Dark whispers coiling around the middle-aged man's mind

"She wants you."

He didn’t need the ring to tell him that.

Her nostrils flared. Her lips glistened.

Stefano set the barbell down and wiped his brow, letting out a low groan.

Valentina’s breath hitched.

Got her.

The First Test of Power – Hypnotic Seduction

"New here?" Valentina’s voice was husky, her Italian accent thick.

Stefano smirked. "Just getting back into it."

She stepped closer. Too close. The scent of her perfume—vanilla and something darker, muskier—mixed with the salt of her sweat.

"You’re… intense," she murmured.

Stefano’s fingers flexed. The ring burned.

Command her

He didn’t speak aloud. He projected the words into her mind, his deep baritone wrapping around her thoughts like smoke.

"You want to touch me."

Valentina’s pupils swallowed her irises. Her fingers twitched.

"You need to taste me."

A shudder ran through her. The slender milf's tongue darted out, wetting her luscious red lips.

Stefano leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

"Show me," he whispered.

And just like that—

She dropped to her knees.

"I-I can't take this anymore... I need it so bad."

Right there, in the middle of the gym.

The mature woman's lithe fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts.

Stefano’s cock throbbed, already leaking precum against the fabric.

Valentina didn’t hesitate.

*Glock!*

*Glock!!*

She took him into her mouth. Slobbering down Stefano's pulsing shaft.

"Hmmmph!!"

And the ring sang with pleasure.