This post was originally scheduled for March 17th, thus the references in the story, but for some reason it failed to post. So apologies for the technical error, but better late than never!
So, you think you’re a top, huh, jock? Just always been that macho guy that needs to be in control. And yet deep down, you know it’d feel so good to just let go. That’s right. Just let go of all that attitude and allow yourself to enjoy the pleasure of sexual submission. I can see you trying to resist, but think about what it is that is making that cock really pulse. Does it stir more when I have you imagine fucking a nice tight hole? Or does it stir more when you imagine another guy pounding you? That’s what I thought, jock. You know what truly stirs you deep down. And as you begin to strip off those clothes, you also begin to strip away all inhibitions. Just let all that resistance fade away.
Focus on that bottom right now. Simply relax your mind of all other thoughts as you start to think less and less about your dick, even as you think more and more with your dick – simply using it to think about that hole. It’s a hole that will feel so incredible when it’s stimulated, all you have to do is relax.
Relax your body. Relax your mind. Relax your hole. Relaxed and ready to be penetrated. Penetrated by My voice as you drift deeper into trance. Penetrated by dick as you imagine becoming that total bottom. You are a total bottom. And that bottom is about to become your most prized asset, emphasis on the ass.
You feel so lucky to be becoming your true self that you have always been deep down, and you can’t wait to get lucky with a top. After all, it is St. Patrick’s Day, and it’s just so fitting to convert you today into that bottom so that you can go out tonight in your green jockstrap and enjoy finding a nice hot Irish top. And something tells me you won’t have any trouble doing that, and I know you already feel so incredibly eager to bottom for him. Show Coach just how eager you already are for that. That’s a good bottom jock!
Spencer was the latest poolboy recruit, coming in to be trained just ahead of the warm weather at one of the seasonal locations of Mesmerizer Resorts. He had been in a Ph.D. program, having already obtained his Master’s degree, but like many students, the experiences had left him less and less eager for the working world and instead feeling incredibly burnt out. In searching ways to let go of some of his stress, he had stumbled across Mesmerizer Motivation and found the idea of becoming a FitDimWit instantly appealing. Still, he resisted at first, knowing he’d already accrued significant student loans.
That is until he saw an ad looking for new poolboys. He initially scoffed at the thought, but his curiosity seemed to get the better of him as he clicked on the link to watch an informational video about the opportunity. As he viewed it, he found himself opening up more and more to the idea that this might be something he actually did want deep down. Even the video said, This is the kind of fantasy you have probably had deep down – a fantasy of living a care-free life while living in a place of luxury. But what really made it seem like it could be more than a fantasy for him is the part that mentioned having room and board included. Even if it wasn’t as high of a salary as he could expect in his field, it was a salary that could go almost exclusively to paying off his loans – and then just to him.
Spencer submitted an application with photos included, and soon he had received a response that he was in contention for a spot at the resorts. The message included a handful of audio tracks and spirals to listen to and watch, with titles like “Poolboy Muscle” and “Poolboy Mindset” helping to mold both his physique and his subconscious – more than he even knew.
He had still been attending classes at first, but they simply started to feel harder and harder. “This so isn’t worth it anymore.” He started to hit the gym for additional sessions instead during the day, while he found himself on the apps more at night. He just felt so horny all the time, as if the only things he could think about were muscle and sex. He didn’t remember much about the video chat interview he had with Coach, but it must have gone well as he soon selling off his things and putting up his apartment to sublet. He wouldn’t need them while going to the resort to train.
Though it was a little cold when he got to the resort, not being quite in season, he could tell he was going to enjoy a lot of time outdoors as it warmed up. It was beautiful! He didn’t even mind that he had to bunk with other poolboys. He didn’t need much, for it felt better to just focus on the simple things in life – and he knew he’d often be spending the night in guests’ rooms anyway.
A week ahead of the actual holiday but Coach is out of commission a little longer than expected and relying on another Flashback Friday. This story was previously available only to Patrons and is now being made available to all.
Finbar was enjoying seeing his roommate nod off, his St. Patrick’s Day plans having worked. After all, when Kingston had opened up the e-mail from his buddy titled “Leprechaun Laughs,” he thought it would be some humor from his Irish-American roomie. Kingston had insisted it wasn’t worth celebrating, and now Finbar kept sending him more videos.
While some of them had been about Irish heritage, today it did indeed start as laughs… but soon he found himself feeling better to just let go. After a period of relaxation, Kingston stirred enough – as suggested – to return to the special video, now replaced with sexy images of Finbar. He stroked along as he listened with his subconscious.
Deep down, you know it is tradition you must be fucked if you don’t wear green on St. Patrick’s Day. And deep down, you want me to fuck you. That is the only reason you did not wear green today.