It’s time to reinforce your training, Everett.
“Whatchya mean trainin’ Coach? I ain’t been on one of your teams since college.”
That’s right. You’ve had a simple life here at the farm. You love the simple life, don’t you, jock?
“Fuck yeah, Coach. All the chores keep me nice and lean and I ain’t gotta worry about no one else but makin’ sure Boss is happy.”
That’s why I’m here, boy. Boss says you’re starting to ask too many questions.
“Whatchya mean I’m asking too many questions?”
Everett unbuttoned his pants then flexed for a moment, pausing. “Ain’t I only supposed to get naked for Boss?”
This is for Boss. I’m training you for Boss. So you can also get naked in front of Me too. Good boys strip down when told by their Superiors. I am your Superior. You are a good boy. You strip down for Me right now.
“Yes Sir,” the jock responded as he finished slipping off his jeans.
Stripping away those inhibitions as you strip down, and stripping away that intelligence too.
You may find your cock responding so well to this training, even becoming orgasmic, because deep down it is what you have always craved. And when I wake you up, you will be so grateful and ready to thank Me properly. After all, your Boss needs to pay Me somehow, and you love getting to help pay your trainer and Coach.
“Fuck yeah SIR. I just do what Boss tells me and it feels really good to not have to think.”
Looks like the reinforcement training went well for you, jock. 
“I don’t know anythin’ about no training SIR but I do feel like I owe ya a good fuck. Boss gave Me permission.”
Good jock. So you’re feeling good?
“Fuck yeah, Coach. Good and horny!”
With that, Everett turned around and leaned up against the side of the barn, and Coach knew exactly what to do.
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