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“There’ll be other folks there too, right? This ain’t just some excuse to try and get me to suck your cock or somethin’, is it?” My hypnosis had helped him to accept my sexuality when I told him, but obviously he still had a ways to go at that point. “Nah man, there’ll be a few of us,” I lied. “Just drinkin’ beer and watchin’ pigskin like bros do.” When he arrived, I said that the one that was picking up the others had gotten a flat on his way, but they’d arrive soon.
Each week, I took things just a bit further – things like convincing him it was hot so let’s watch the game with our shirts off, progressing until being nude around each other seemed perfectly normal to him. I suggested that when we did watch the bits of the real game, he focused on how amazing those athletes looked with all that muscle and under all that gear. But most of all, as had been my plan all along, I slowly started to instill inside of him a desire to suck cock. Now, unaware of how programmed he already was, he had asked – seemingly of his own free will, as far he was concerned – to use my shower. A shower where I knew he would see the dildo I had left out. “Dude, what the hell is this?”
I did, jock. I wanted to check in on how you were liking your transformation into a gearhead jock.
That’s not just the gear, jock. Deep down, you always feel confident and sexy whenever you’re about to go for a ride – even if it’s a ride you’ve stripped down to take.
“Riding nude is a hot fantasy of mine, Coach, but I ain’t sure it practical. Bugs, sun, wind – not to mention crashing. Ow!”
“What do you mean, Coach? I’m your Valentine?”
You are, jock. Don’t you remember how I claimed you with My special hypnotic kiss?
“Not really, Coach. It’s all a bit of a haze.”
Lift up your shirt and take a look. The mark is right on your body.
“Wow, Coach. You did claim me for Valentine’s!”
That’s right, jock. You were so eager to be the kind of jock that loves to go for a ride, and I helped you to realize how much you would love to go for a ride on Coach.
“I would, Coach. But… somethin’ ain’t makin’ sense. You don’t wear lipstick Coach.”
This story was originally published as a Patron reward but has now been updated and released to everyone as part of Flashback Fridays.
Just sniff your Sir and feel yourself becoming so weak to resist Him. His musk is just so intoxicating, and all it takes is one quick sniff anywhere on his body for you to begin entering that submissive state of mind. This leaves you constantly feeling so submissive whenever you are around your Sir – and that’s just the way He likes it, which means it is just the way you like it. You can’t help but fall into that submissive state as soon as you are close enough to enjoy a nice whiff of his manly scent.
While you can dominate at work, you find it so easy to just keep letting go to your desires to please Him, knowing that His pleasure is your pleasure. He is pleased when you worship Him, and your desire to worship him is already causing your cock to bulge in your cock. Your dick was stimulated from the moment you inhaled that musky aroma, and the pleasure of submission has only made it grow harder.
His scent has opened up your mind more than you ever knew possible, and in ways that allow you to focus on only Him. That’s right. Though your Sir has remained aware of My presence in training you, you can forget that I am even here. My words simply enter into your subconscious as if they have always been your truth. My words are so easily and yet permanently changing that subconscious as you are left his total submissive.
Feel his bulge as you continue to worship his nipples. It’s building, and soon you can pull down those pants to suck on what it is you have truly been craving – having that magnificent dick inside of you. Completely finding yourself embracing that submissive role now.