It’s hard to even remember it being a leap year with all that has happened since, but last year Christmas was on a Wednesday and this was the Patron bonus for Bronze+ members. Though most stories will remain bonuses for those that pledge, I may occasionally release a story like this free if it ties into a recording release or as a holiday bonus (the latter in this case). Whatever you celebrate, season’s greetings from Coach!
“You like him babe?” Donny asked. “I was not expecting anything like this from Coach this year, but I’m excited to try him out.”
Santana winked as he nodded towards the bow. “Coach sure went all out with getting us a big package.”
The gift smiled, happy the couple was already excited to have him there, and even more excited for what would come next. He motioned to their TV as he informed them, “Coach sent me with something for you to watch. Instructions on using me.”
“I guess we better get cozy. I’ll fetch you a robe.”
Rudy couldn’t believe how well the plan was working. Coach had promised to help him find some Daddies so he could dumb down even further into a true FitDimWit. It’s rare Coach makes someone too dumb too work, but he had a found way this time to take Rudy from the punk he was into a total dumb sex piggy.
And yet, to his wide-eyed disbelief, he could tell the special video was working its magic on them both – making them grow increasingly horny for the young jock and each other.
Though I normally do Flashback Fridays on the 1st Friday of the month, I thought it might be fun to do one for Christmas as well. Happy Holidays from Coach!
Santa was surprised that the elves had given him his presents early this year.
Sugarplum had given Santa delicious eggnog. Snowflake had given the gift of a relaxing hypnosis playlist.
And Twinkle had given Santa a jock made special just for him. It seemed odd to Santa, but he decided to try it on that night anyway as he laid down.
The eggnog had made him feel sleepy, but he figured he’d throw on the hypnosis too. He had a big night of delivering toys ahead, and he needed his rest.
Little did Santa know that the elves had infused all three items with Christmas magic. The eggnog he had drank right before bed made his mind open to change. The hypnosis suggested the changes. And the jock was to cement the outcome…
That Santa would transform into a jock.
Santa couldn’t believe how amazing he felt when he woke up.
“I’ll have no problems going down the chimneys this year!” he twinkled, followed with a “Ho Ho Ho” deeper than he’d ever given before. “And I’m sure the toy sack will feel lighter than ever!”
“You’re not afraid the kids will be disappointed?”
“No, but Mrs. Claus may be… I seem…. different somehow.”
“That’s because you’re final present for Christmas…. is us!”
Keaton had been training to My hypnosis for some time, listening to files that helped him let go of inhibitions when it came to both sex and submission. He wanted to give in to a man who enjoyed having his own needs focused on… a selfish top of an Alpha. That’s why he was so excited when he came across Doug, the epitome of an Alpha. When the met to hang, it didn’t take Doug long to realize that Keaton couldn’t stop staring at his building bulge. “Liking what you see there, huh, stud?” the dominant man rhetorically asked as he began to show Keaton a bit more of his body.
A bit furry himself, Keaton loved Doug’s furry torso and discovered seeing it made him feel even more submissive to this man. “Help Me take some of these clothes off, stud.” And Keaton gladly obliged, helping lift Doug’s shirt over his head before moving on to his lower half. He also took off most of his own clothes when commanded, until both were left in only their briefs. As Doug played a track from Me that Keaton told him would help make the lean jock even more obsessed with his cock, he couldn’t help but notice that Keaton’s own prominent package.
Kellan was the type of uni student who thought he knew it all, always smarting back to me and the other professors. That is, when he even bothered to show up for class, though his grades never suffered. Still, it was time to take Kellan down a peg. When he did next show up, I tempted him. “Last class I announced extra credit for students that participate in a psychology experiment. In your case, since I know you have the info down and don’t need any help with your grade, I’ll let you skip the next test.”
“Sure, sign me up, prof,” he said, and I was happy to have pinpointed the right incentive. When he came in to participate, I sat hi in a chair in front of a TV. “All you have to do is watch this video and not let it affect you,” I said. “What, you mean like not laugh or cry at it?” “You can respond emotionally, but try not to act on any arousal.” He smirked, “What, is it a porn?” “No, just something special I worked with Coach on.” Kellan rolled his eyes. How was something from Coach going to affect him?
Though a casual runner, he didn’t care for sports. And yet, as he watched, he couldn’t help but feel that bulge in his jeans growing bigger and bigger until it became impossible to ignore. His jeans feeling tighter and tighter, he simply had to give his thick dick some breathing room. A part of him remembered the instructions and tried to resist, but something had come over him. All he could think about that dick that was now in his sight as he freed it completely from his underwear.
Kellan really didn’t think seeing a bunch of jocks on screen would do anything for him, but for some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about being one of them. And not just any jock, but a dumb jock that was always so horny for his Coach and his teammates. Still, as hard as he was, Kellan tried very hard to ignore it and to go soft. He knew if he stroked it, he would have let the experiment affect him too much. He stood up, ready to leave. Strip away those inhibitions, Kellan. Strip away unneeded thoughts.
Strip as you give in to the pleasure. Kellan found himself stripping off his jeans, eyes fixated on the screen. Strip away that intelligence that you simply don’t need right now. All you need to do is to think with that cock.As Kellan stripped off the underwear and sunk back down into the chair, he found himself giving in to the arousal.
He couldn’t help it; his dick was thinking for him. And his dick was so horny to play with his hole. “That’s it, Kellan. You’re going to be one of Coach’s jocks now, joining the track team. And his jocks don’t have room for thinking about anything else but winning. Don’t worry about your grades, though. Coach worked out a deal with some of us profs to pass you jocks, just as long as we also get to use you… think of it as now needing extra credit, but extra credit a horny jock like you is really going to love earning.”
I continued, “Go ahead and keep loosening that hole up for me as you finish the video. By the time you cum, as you know from the video, it’ll be as if you’r cumming out all those brains. And I know you’ll be so horny for your professor, and for Coach when he initiates you into the team tomorrow.” Kellan didn’t entirely understand everything I had just said, but it didn’t matter. Coach’s programming had left him so horny and so happy to be a good simple jock, ready to earn his extra credit.
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
My Alpha jock Dalton had agreed to help Me with a special training session for KJ. During My jock hypnosis training with the new recruit, I had discovered that KJ longed to become a sex toy. He craved being able to fully let go of inhibitions and become nothing more than a slut that loved to be used by multiple men, focusing on their pleasure and orgasms before his own. KJ wanted to leave behind all aspects of his old life and simply become consumed by being that total cum-addicted sex pig of a himbo. As someone that had been conditioned to be quite the himbo of a dumb jock himself, Dalton was well-equipped to help out. And I do mean well-equipped. I placed some headphones on him to reinforce his own programming and instructed KJ to strip for his own stroke training.
That’s it KJ. Simply Relaxing more and more for Coach with each and every stroke. Deep down, you have wanted to be a dumb slut. And because this is what you have desired deep inside, you allow yourself to let go further to My programming with each and every stroke. As you continue to stroke, you feel your inhibitions fading away. You let go of all shame and all fear. This is what you want, and you will open yourself to all consensual encounters. You simply need to be used. You feel your sexual drive getting stronger than it’s ever been. You are becoming such a horny boy, needing that cock inside of you. Craving to suck off so many different men.
Winter has always been a busy time for doctors – seasonal flu tends to ramp up while icy conditions cause more accidents. This year was exceptionally hectic, with medical staff working long hours to make up for both higher demand and issues with staffing. Being able to take a quick power nap was essential, but some doctors struggled to take their mind off their patients while finding a place to crash. That’s where I came in, contracted out to help doctors let go of other concerns so they could enjoy a short but deeply reinvigorating sleep.
Part of what I stressed is that they could learn to dress back up quickly. Knowing they could change clothes fast eased their minds about being called into an emergency, and stripping off their clothes would otherwise help them to separate work time from nap time. This is your time to be comfortable. You should be able to get as comfortable as you would like. And as you take off any unwanted clothes, you also take a load off. Strip off your clothes, and strip your mind free of cares until you put them back on. As I worked with the doctors on letting go, I could tell they needed more than sleep. They needed release. I invited the two that had seemed the most stressed – Drs. Hallett & Belden – in for a special joint session and was left surprised at how comfortable they felt stripping down with each other.
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As Kellan stripped off the underwear and sunk back down into the chair, he found himself giving in to the arousal. 
The above is fantasy, but 
