"Now Demetrius, one of your tasks is that you need to learn more about wrestling and how to be a true Greek Olympian so you can fully enjoy your time here with us." said the masseur.
Derek sat up with a start: "But, I know all about wrestling! What the hell is going on?! And why do you keep calling me 'Demetrius'? My name's...."
"Derek is the boy you were. You are now Demetrius, the Greek man. A prized Olympian athlete, winner of many game at Athens, the prize of many of Athens' most noble women and men. A man like you needs to know his place in the world, and how to behave... and well, how to enjoy all the things that being a young Greek Adonis will have, ehm, pop up?"
"Wait, you mean this is all real?!" said Derek.
"For the time you are with us, it is all real. Now my friend, we need to begin."
Derek did not notice but the masseur had poured more oil into hands and with a swift movement he began rubbing oil into Derek's scalp.
Instantly Derek felt light-headed and a pleasant numbness swept through his mind, like a warm blanket was thrown over him and his thoughts. He slid back down on his back as the masseuse quickly rubbed more oil into his forehead and temples. The hair on his head turned jet black and became curly, looking exactly like the hair Derek had seen on the wrestlers painted on the ancient Greek amphora in the museum. Not that Derek was thinking anything so complicated at this moment.
Derek's mind was floating on a warm wave and he could feel his prodigious cock starting to tingle as the masseuse rubbed more oil into his temples. He was completely relaxed and felt utterly blank as he felt his cock swell and his foreskin retract for the first time. The masseuse began speaking:
"Now Demetrius, there are two beings in your thoughts where there should only be one. Derek, it is time for you to sleep and time for Demetrius to awaken. You need to sleep, Derek, and let your boyish thoughts slip away. Demetrius is you as a man, and you physically are Demetrius, thus your mind must be that of a man. Let the oil carry your thoughts away and let me remind you of who you really are."
Derek could feel his psyche becoming muffled, like it was being gradually wrapped tightly in cloth. He could still see, hear and feel everything but he felt heavier and passive, like he was stoned; drifting and losing the ability to focus. His protesting thoughts were becoming harder and harder to worry about and finally, Derek just was.
In his mind, Demetrius could hear the voice of a young man trying to fight, trying to argue and resist. But it seemed to be getting softer, drowsier, more slurred and incoherent. He could feel himself becoming very peaceful as the voice faded. Something told Demetrius that the voice was the past and that it would always be there, watching, but not affecting anything. Demetrius felt more alive as the voice became silent. He felt full of energy, full of many desires, some of which he did not completely understand, such as the heavy fullness he felt in his now rock-hard cock and balls. Most importantly he felt the deep desire to learn. Meanwhile, the wonderful tingling in his mind began to become a force, a voice, a deep, cocksure male voice that sounded vaguely familiar.
The masseur could tell by Demetrius' body tension that he was now ready to fully become the Wrestler. He chuckled.
"Works every time!"