"Well, until then I'm way bigger than you, so let's chat!" Simon said putting Marc in a headlock. The two struggled wrestling on the floor. They worked up quite a sweat. Marc ended up with Simon's legs wrapped around his neck and Simon's crotch in his face. He knew about the nanobotic hormones and tried to hold his breath, but to no avail. He stopped struggling and inhaled deeply.
"Fuck, Marc, are you queer?"
"Nah, it's the fucking nanobots, Simon! I hate them, they make you sweat pheromones that screw with people's minds. Right now I just have to concentrate not to kiss your balls and beg to be your loveslave. Shit I said that out loud!"
"Yep," Simon grinned, "I bet you'd do anything for me right now, wouldn't ya, Marky?"
"I guess---SNIFF--just about? At least you'll know how I feel soon enough," Marc said inhaling deeply, closing his eyes and grinning.
"Oh, really and why is that?"
"Well, the way the nanobots are designed they temporarily turn you into a hunk with irresistable pheromones, and then they turn you into a smart jockstrap which is addicted to male pheromones. So when I read a test question and concentrate, and devoted jockslave that you are, you figure it out while sucking in the aroma of my crotch, SNIFF" he said sniffing Simon's crotch deeply, and then actually licking it.
"So, Jockslave, is there a way to turn the nanobots off, so that I don't turn into a jockstrap, but remain the hunky jock I am?"
"I really shouldn't tell you, WHIFF! But--"