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Soon, Reid was devoting much of his time in college to building up a body that he knew would please Coach. A former geek, he had truly embraced the life of a jock, becoming one of my most skilled players and becoming quite popular around campus. It didn’t hurt that his physical transformation became an impressive feat that he loved to show off, often going shirtless around campus.
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You have been LEFT chosen to be a jock RIGHT on this team and it feels so RIGHT to be LEFT part of a proud tradition that has gone DOWN in the history books RIGHT for all the victories marked DOWN as we rose UP against our challengers one RIGHT after the other. But we were only LEFT able to do this when we were LEFT coming together as cohesive unit, as if we were LEFT one connected machine.
And it feels so RIGHT to now strip DOWN as you are LEFT preparing for the next stage of training RIGHT for Coach, knowing that you are always LEFT feeling so good as you are LEFT a better player when you are LEFT obeying Coach. Just let RIGHT go of any doubts or questions so that you are LEFT with more room RIGHT for that pleasure that is filling UP in you RIGHT now.”
“… yes SIR. No resistance. No need to question it, just obey Coach. It will feel good.”
No wonder you still look so thirsty, then, jock.
“I do, Coach?”
You do. But not for water. You look thirsty for Me.
“That’s funny, Coach. You know I’m straight.”
I know that’s what you think, jock, but I know you’ve also been having a harder and harder time thinking at all as you’ve been focusing on getting harder and harder muscle, and that’s just been making your dick get harder and harder. So just go ahead and let right go as you RELAX, JOCK. Just sit down and be left getting more comfortable as you are also left filling up with more pleasure.
No problem, jock. Looks like all that hard work is paying off. You must be really popular with the ladies.
“Nah, they don’t know how to appre…. what’s that word? Fuck. Too big. Only muscles should be big.”
Appreciate?
“Yeah, that Coach. They don’t value muscle. Just look at all those pop stars they’re into. Fuckin’ twigs, bro. Not like this.”
Looking good, jock.
“Nah, Coach. I’m just focused on muscle right now. And I know women can have muscles too but it’s just not the same, you know? The more I look at other guys for muscle inspiration, the more I’m starting to question how much I want it only as inspiration. Do you know what I mean?”
Absolutely, jock. It’s not hard for that lust for muscle to turn into lust for muscled men.
“Exactly Coach.” And as the jock watches My smile, it begins to dawn on him. “Wait a minute Coach, did you make Me gay?”
This story was originally published as a Silver+ level Patron reward story on Easter of last year (Sun., April 12th). While most of those stories will stay Patron-exclusives, a few holiday or recording-related specific ones will occasionally return for special flashbacks. Enjoy!
Declan hopped up and began moving about as if he was alone in the home.
The slutty Easter Bunny wiggled his butt before slyly looking up and replying, “Oh man, I just – hate- being caught by a handsome man like you. You know what it means to catch me, right?” Brandon knew the answer, having implanted the suggestions in Declan’s subconscious, but still loved hearing him say it. “It means instead of a treat from me, you must give me a treat – or you’ll end up off my list forever!”
Definitely going to be a better year, jock. But even though we couldn’t practice, you kept working out both that body and that mind… right, jock?
“Yeah, Coach! I did your hypnosis workouts twice a day, before workouts and before bed!”
“Sure, Coach, I’ve been learning all about rugby.”
Oh I’m sure you do, jock. And SIMPLE RUGBY JOCKs like you rarely remember anything else except how to be a good rugby jock for Coach, and that’s perfectly okay… because being mentally prepared for the season means not being distracted by any other worries or concerns.
The unemployment rates also meant I had a bigger crop of candidates than usual, all of whom were being hypnotically motivated to build and hone those muscles. A simple life of muscle is what they wanted, and the best looking ones were able to land the really plum gigs.