Flashback Friday: Ready to Worship

Flashback Fridays take an old story and sometimes add a bit more to it! Original here.

Oscar had been a star player on the college wrestling team. While not the biggest guy, he was very scrappy, often surprising other opponents in his weight class. Unfortunately, he also loved to use some of those moves on the underclassmen. He was also president of a wrestling frat on campus, and he made sure everyone in the house worshiped him like a God.

I brought him in for some of our usual workout motivation, but this time I had something else in mind. It wasn’t unusual for Oscar to grab his large package during trance, and I was going to use that to My advantage as I encouraged him to rub it. And of course rubbing it felt so good, and I told him to rub it… so surely it must feel so good to do as I say.


Soon his whole hand was in the boxer briefs stroking into trance.

Every stroke relaxes you more. Every stroke relaxes you deeper.

And yet the more I talked about submission, the more those shorts bulged out.

Ready to be a good boy. More submissive to your Coach with each and every stroke.

And when I started talking about how he would love to be fucked by Me, he even started to pull down his briefs.

Not yet boy. First you must earn it. First you must worship Me like the God I am.


And worship Me he did, as he dropped to his knees and took a position of submission. My programming had worked its way deep into his subconscious, and there was nothing he desired more than to please his new Master.

He offered up praise to his new God – and then he offered up his services. He was desperate to make Me proud.

“I submit myself to you, Coach. You are my Master. You are My God. I humbly kneel before you, and lower myself to your feet. This is where I belong.

Let me worship them. Let me lick your feet clean and massage them.  Please allow me, Sir. It’d be such an honor to serve as your humble footslave, Master. Or maybe you would rather I massage your shoulders, or worship your cock. Anything you want, Master. Anything to earn Sir’s cock in my ass.”

After this, he was much more humble in his frat and with his teammates. Sometimes he even let the freshman fuck him. He was the wrestling star with nothing to prove – except for wanting to prove his devotion to Me.

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