Neil sat in his room, holding the circlet, contemplating recent events. Chloe and Denise had gone out—shopping or scheming, he didn’t care which— but Denise’s words stuck: “Relationships are based on trust… we must trust one another.” She’d humiliated him, yeah, but she’d also kicked him into gear. He’d been a crap master—lying, chasing tail, letting himself indulge in Chloe’s tits like a dog after a bone. Time to fix that, starting with helping Brandon secure his career and keep the house. He’d use the circlet to help Brandon, he resolved to prove he could be more than a horny prick.

He grabbed the circlet, and followed the clang of weights upstairs. Brandon was in his makeshift gym—dumbbells, bench press, big mirror—shirtless, curling heavy weights, sweat already dripping.

“Mate,” Brandon grunted, not looking up, “gimme a sec. Gotta push this set.” He finished the curl, dropped the dumbbell with a *thunk*, and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “Agent’s on my case again. Says I’m not ‘impressive’ enough for the next series. Tried roids once—landed me in hospital. So now it’s this or bust.” Inside, Brandon felt the pressure like a vice. *If I don’t bulk up, I’m done. No contract, no house. These new mates’ll think I’m a loser who can’t keep his shit together.*

Neil twirled the circlet in his hand. “What if I could help? Make you so jacked they’d beg you to sign?”

Brandon eyed it, wary. “Last time, I wanked myself into next week. No offense, mate, but I’m not sure I’m up for that.”

Neil chuckled, stepping into the room. “This isn’t about that. You’ve been solid—letting us stay, putting up with our bullshit. I owe you. Put this on, and I’ll turn you into a beast. You’ll own that contract, no question.”

Brandon shrugged. “Fuck it. If it works, great. If not, nothing lost.” He took the circlet, slid it on, and his demeanour shifted as his submissive haze kicked in, his eyes locking onto Neil. “What can I do for you, mate?”

Neil straightened, feeling the familiar rush of control settle over him. “Work out—harder than ever. Your body’s gonna grow, muscles swelling till you’re so impressive no one can deny you. You’ll have the body you always wanted, the respect, everything. Every rep makes you stronger, bigger, better. Feel it—power like never before.”

“Yes, mate,” Brandon said, reverently. He grabbed the dumbbells, curling them like they were nothing. Neil watched as the changes took hold.

It started subtle—biceps tightening, veins popping. Then it roared. Shoulders widened, deltoids bulging. Chest thickened into slabs, traps rose, lats flared, abs carved an eight-pack. Brandon hit the bench press, stacking weight like a madman, pushing it up relentlessly. Triceps swelled, forearms thickened, thighs bulked into pillars, calves hardened. He was a machine, growling with each lift, sculpting himself into a titan.

Periodically Neil told him to take a break and flex for him. The circlet seemed to work faster whenever the wearer was in a more submissive position. But after a few hours of this Brandon racked the bar and stood, heaving. He was massive—broader, taller, a wall of muscle. Biceps like cannonballs, chest a fortress, legs like oaks. He flexed in the mirror, grinning like a kid. “Mate… this is fucking unreal.” 

Neil meant to speak, but his voice caught. Brandon was… impressive. Those arms could crush him, that chest could block a tank. Intimidation crept in—he’d made this with the circlet, but now Brandon towered over him, radiating power. Then Neil’s eyes flicked down, reflexively, and his gut twisted. Brandon’s shorts strained against a cock that was… huge. Thicker, longer, a goddamn monster compared to before.He hadn’t told Brandon to grow there, but the circlet had gone all out. Neil’s jealousy flared, hot and sharp, this was the one department where Neil definitely wanted to be the master in the house. 

But Brandon was still wearing the circlet, he was still in control, he could still fix the situation.

“Bran, is that the body you always wanted?” Neil probed.

Brandon flexed a bicep, grinning. “Yeah, mate, it’s ace. That thing’s a bloody miracle. Listening to you always pays off—you’re the best.”

“And that… thing between your legs?” Neil nodded at the bulge. “Always wanted a monster cock like that?”

Brandon looked down surprised. “Oh, shit—didn’t even clock that. I have always wanted a tackle that made other guys jealous.” He paused, meeting Neil’s gaze with a faint frown. “That’s not a problem for us is it?”

Neil’s mind churned. *It’s a problem, alright. I’m supposed to be the alpha here, not staring up at his goddamn trophy.* The jealousy burned, irrational but relentless. *Circlet’s screwing with me, isn’t it? Fine—I’ll fix it.* Brandon was still under his sway. He could shrink it back, but… *No, he earned that body. I’m not petty enough to take it away.* Another idea sparked. *What if I match him? Use the circlet on myself. Risky, but Brandon’s solid—he won’t screw me over like Chloe might.*

He made up his mind. “Bran, I’m gonna wear it now. When I do, tell me my cock’ll grow till I’m not jealous of yours. Then just boss me around a bit—nothing I’d hate, yeah? Keep it cool.”

Brandon paused but nodded, scratching his jaw. “Sure, mate. Whatever you say.”

Neil reached up, fingers brushing the cool metal as he lifted the circlet from Brandon’s head. Brandon blinked, his submissive haze fading, and with his new frame, he looked almost intimidating—six-foot-something of pure muscle, radiating quiet confidence. Neil hesitated a bit then he slid the circlet onto his own head, and the world shifted.

But Neil wasn’t worried, but when he placed the circlet on his head all pretense he had about maintaining control of the situation vanished. His knees buckled, hitting the floor with a dull thud. A wave of blissful submissiveness crashed over him, drowning his thoughts. His cock sprang to life, straining against his jeans, throbbing with need. Brandon towered above him, a muscle god carved from marble, every ripple of his physique screaming power. Neil’s mind buzzed with the circlet’s whispers—*serve him, please him, submit*.

“Command me, master” Neil whispered, his voice trembling with awe.

Brandon’s eyebrows shot up, and he laughed, a deep, awkward rumble. “Oi, mate, that’s a bit much. Chill out. Uh… right, let’s do this. Your cock’s gonna grow till you ain’t jealous of mine no more. That’s it.” *I could tell him to worship me proper—kneel there all day, make me king of this house. But… nah, he’s my mate, he’s good.*

A tingling warmth erupted in Neil’s groin, sharp and electric, spreading through him like wildfire. His jeans tightened as his cock pulsed, stretching, thickening. Pleasure coiled tight, amplified by the circlet’s promise—*the more submissive, the more pleasure*. He groaned, hands twitching toward his lap, but Brandon’s voice cut through.

“Stand up, mate. Flex like I did. Show me what you’ve got.”

Neil scrambled to his feet, eager to obey. It felt good, but he craved more. If he was stuck under the circlet, he wanted the full ride. “Hey, Bran, whip yours out—let me see it so I know how big I need to get.”

Brandon sighed and sat down exhausted and pulled down his pants.

Neil sighed as he regarded the beast between Brandon’s legs, the air from his sigh stimulated Brandon just enough that he started to get an erection.

*Ultimate submission, ultimate pleasure,* the circlet purred in Neil’s head.

“Master if you let me suck you off, the circlet will have it done in no time” Neil asked

Brandon paused, weighing it. *He’s offering that? Fuck, I’m horny as hell after that lift and I don’t care what gets me off as long as I cum good.* “Sounds tempting, mate, but won’t you lose it when you take that thing off?”

Neil’s mind raced, yeah Brandon was right. “But you could tell me to forget”.

Brandon stretched, cracking his neck. “Alright, go for it. Let’s see what you’ve got. Nothing to stress about while you’re wearing that, right? Can always fix you later”

Neil didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, lips parting, and took Brandon in—salty, hot, overwhelming. Brandon groaned, a low rumble, and Neil’s world shrank to the act: sucking, swirling, submitting. The circlet rewarded him with a rush of heat, his jeans straining as his cock grew with every move. He yanked his pants off to avoid a mess, freeing his own surging length—close to Brandon’s now. Pleasure spiked, drowning his thoughts in a blissful loop.

Brandon gripped the bench, voice rough. “Fuck, mate… keep going. How can you be jealous of this thing you’re happily sucking, I’ll never know”

Neil moaned, lost in service. He yanked his own pants off, freeing his surging cock—rivaling Brandon’s now—to avoid a mess. The circlet’s pleasure spiked, a loop of bliss drowning his thoughts. A faint echo—Denise’s voice?—flickered in his mind: *“Oh Neil, what have you got yourself into now? You’ve learned to trust, but is it the right person?”* He shoved it aside. *Ultimate submission,* the circlet purred. Swallowing Brandon’s load—that was it, ultimate submission.

He worked harder, desperate, until Brandon tensed. “Shit, mate—here it comes!” Cum flooded Neil’s throat—thick, endless. Stars burst behind his eyes as the circlet pleasure peaked, his own cock erupting, spraying wild across the floor. He shuddered, swallowing, lost in the high.

Once Brandon recovered his senses he observed the situation. Neil’s cock had grown, sure, but it still wasn’t quite as big as his.

Brandon caught his breath, eyeing the scene. Neil’s cock had grown, sure, but it still didn’t quite match his. “Right, mate, you’ve debased yourself enough today. You’ve gotten so cozy with my cock, you won’t be jealous of it anymore.” he said, grabbing his crotch. “And so you don’t flip out, you won’t remember this. Your cock grew like you said, you spotted me and you had a blast. First clean this up, yeah?”

Neil nodded, still dazed, reaching for towels to wipe up the mess on the floor. Brandon stood watching, arms folded, as his friend cleaned. Neil was a good mate, reliable in his way, but now Brandon could see the flaws laid bare. That relentless drive for pleasure pulled him too far; with the right nudges, he could have him kneeling fixated on his new cock. He would be happy as a clam and Brandon would have more control of his own house. *It’d be simple to tempt him there,* Brandon thought, shifting his stance. *But where would that lead in the end? His career was about to take off and he had Neil to thank for that.* He rubbed his jaw, caught between the possibility of more influence and the value of the guy he’d come to trust.

Brandon lifted the circlet off him, and reality snapped back. Brandon towered over him, but he was just a mate—no threat. Neil glanced down at his bigger cock, then at Brandon’s, feeling only respect, no envy. Plan worked perfectly, he thought. He’d handed Brandon total control, and all he did was make him spot a workout. *Could’ve gone wild with me down there, but he kept it simple. Solid bloke. Felt damn good, though—he’d do it again sometime*. First, though, he needed to brush his teeth; his mouth tasted weird.  

“Cheers, mate,” Neil said, clapping Brandon on the shoulder. “Catch you later.”  

Brandon grinned. “Anytime, mate.”

Neil left, satisfied his plan worked and he was still in charge. Brandon was the most trustworthy guy in the house, no question.