Chapter 1

David found himself in a white room, lying on a large, luxurious bed. He was wearing nothing but a speedo, the fabric barely covering his firm ass cheeks. His wrists and ankles were secured to the bedposts with soft, velvet ropes. He couldn't move an inch.
    
 The room was brightly lit, with large windows letting in the sunlight. David could see the ocean in the distance, the waves crashing against the shore. He had no idea where he was or how he got there. The last thing he remembered was being outside the pool, and then everything went black.
    David tried to remember what happened, but his mind was blank. He couldn't remember anything past the pool. He started to feel anxious, his heart racing in his chest.
    
 Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and a man walked in. He was tall, with short, dark hair and a chiseled jawline. He was wearing a white lab coat, and he had a clipboard in his hand. David couldn't help but notice the man's muscular build, his broad shoulders and strong arms.
    
 The man approached the bed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hello, David," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I'm Steve, your anesthesiologist and hypnotherapist."
    
 David's heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew it wasn't good. He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "What's going on? Where am I?"
    
 Steve looked at him with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, David. You're safe here. You've been selected by a billionaire to become a gay twink sex slave on his private island. You have no choice in the matter. We're here to help you transition into your new life."
    
 David's mind was racing. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had always identified as straight, and the thought of being turned gay made him feel sick to his stomach. He tried to struggle against the ropes, but they were too tight.
    
 Steve noticed his distress and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, David. It's all part of the process. We'll use hypnosis to strip away your heterosexuality, making you into a gay masculine man who loves speedos, jock straps, getting fucked, and sucking cock. You'll be the 120th swimmer we've turned into a gay trophy for the billionaire and his friends."
    
 David felt a wave of fear wash over him. He had no idea what was happening, but he knew he didn't want any part of it. He tried to speak, to protest, but his voice was still hoarse, his words barely audible.
    
 Steve must have sensed his fear because he leaned in closer, his face just inches from David's. "Don't worry, David. It's all for your own good. You'll learn to love it, I promise. And in the meantime, you'll be well taken care of. You'll have a comfortable crib to sleep in, with anesthetic sleeping gas to keep you asleep when you're not having sex. You'll be treated like a king."
    
 David couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt like he was in a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the world around him, but it was no use. He could still hear Steve's voice, calm and soothing, as he began to hypnotize him.
    
 "David, I want you to relax," Steve said, his voice low and soothing. "Just let go of all your worries and fears. You're safe here, and you have nothing to be afraid of. I'm going to count from one to ten, and when I reach ten, you'll be in a deep, hypnotic state. You'll be completely open to my suggestions, and you'll do anything I tell you to do."
    
 David felt himself slipping away, his mind growing foggy and confused. He tried to resist, to fight against the hypnosis, but it was no use. He was powerless to stop it.
    
 Steve counted from one to ten, his voice growing softer with each number. By the time he reached ten, David was in a deep, hypnotic state. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even think. He was completely under Steve's control.
    
 Steve began to give him suggestions, telling him that he was gay, that he loved men, that he loved speedos, jock straps, getting fucked, and sucking cock. David could hear the words, but they didn't make sense to him. He didn't understand what was happening, but he couldn't resist. He was completely under Steve's control.
    
 For what felt like hours, Steve whispered suggestions in his ear, reprogramming his mind to be gay. David could feel himself changing, his thoughts and feelings shifting in ways he couldn't understand. He felt like he was losing himself, like he was becoming someone else.
    
 When Steve was finished, he stepped back, a satisfied smile on his face. "There, David. You're all set. You're