Sometimes I make you guys just a bit too dumb, don’t I?
“I dunno, Coach. I think I’m pretty smart.”
Isn’t thinking hard for you, jock?
“You’re right, Coach. Hard to think. Think with dick. Dick getting hard.”
That’s it, jock. So easy to just drift back down for me as you become my present. Simply present here and now, even as you let go more and more and presently become so very simple….while also becoming my special birthday present for today…. and it’s funny how the word present can mean two different things, present here and present for Coach, and yet the same thing at the same time because you are a present who is present for Coach.
Jerry was a bit worried for his job. His bosses had tied in his performance with how well he was able to train their newest hire, but the information just wasn’t clicking with Leland. Even if Jerry could have thrown Leland under the bus, he didn’t want to… despite being frustrated his protege wasn’t “getting it,” he genuinely liked the guy. Desperate for solutions, he found a program for ‘Following Orders’ online. ‘Maybe that will help,’ he thought. ‘He just needs to stop second-guessing himself and do what I’m telling him, and he’ll be a pro in no time.’ He didn’t really think through any possible other consequences besides improved performance.
And yet, as he began playing the program on his desktop, it was having a definite affect on his associate. Leland was building with a desire to obey, yet it seemed the programming had less to do with work performance and more about pleasing one’s Superior. With his own mentor right there, Leland’s lust built for Jerry, and he was soon making his newfound desires known.
Jerry was surprised but relished in the attention. Surely to be that quickly affected, it must be what the muscle jock had wanted deep down? And it’s difficult to say if Leland had been crossing on his trainer before – he was more than crushing on him now. Soon he had stripped off their clothes and began worshiping Jerry’s cock.
Roman had been conditioning to be a total meathead, his muscles swelling up more and more as his mind became more and more simple. Yet, he hadn’t quite embraced flaunting his muscles… even as I had conditioned him to think less and less, he remained a bit on the shy side. I had to get him to truly give in to the muscle lust. “I dunno what it is Coach. I just kinda feel silly posin’ and flexin’ and stuff.”
It’s alright, meathead. Let’s work on taking you deeper down. As he drifted into a deep trance, I helped Roman let go of his last remaining inhibitions.
He had been becoming a muscle god, and it was time he felt like a specimen worthy of being worshiped. His muscles were meant to be shown off, and getting to see those muscles shown off would make so many people so very happy.
It just feels so good to know that your muscles fill others with pleasure. Their pleasure becomes your pleasure. You feed off of their lust andd desire. You crave their worship more and more. And every time you see your muscles in a mirror from now on, you will know without a doubt that you are a muscle god worthy of worship.
Emiliano had always been pulling pranks on his buddy Remy during their years studying in the ROTC program together. It often resulted in the two of them getting in trouble, and Remy worried it might undermine his hopes of a military career that would lead to an early retirement. The program already had Coach’s services on hand to help motivate the boys for fitness, but Remy sought to see if I could help in other ways. Soon after, I began some one on one training with Emiliano, who would be instructed to view Remy as his Superior. Soldiers are already programmed to obey orders, so it was quite easy.
As the military stud inspected the specimen before him, he asked: “Are you ready to serve the men who serve your country?” “Sir, yes Sir!” Emiliano replied without hesitation.
It was not uncommon for gay jokes to abound in a military environment, and Emiliano had been one of the top offenders. He had been unaware that his favorite prank buddy was himself gay, as Remy had so far kept closeted as he prepared to serve. Now, knowing his fellow army jock had been programmed to obey, Remy couldn’t resist the urge to test just how much Emiliano would obey.
It was great I often could provide support jocks for the top players on the team, but sometimes I also wanted to see better unity among My co-captains. For the upcoming season, that would be Camden and Daniel – but the two had at times clashed in the past, and I worried about their ability to come together as leaders. They both were the type to thrive on having the respect and attention of their fellow teammates, each wanting to be seen as the Alpha jock of the team. I knew I had to get them to realize they could both be seen equally as the team’s Alphas, which is why I brought them together for some joint hypnosis sessions. Soon, I had them exploring their lust for each other, knowing that building an attraction between them was the only way for them to enjoy sharing the spotlight.
After having them take turns exploring each other’s bodies, I instructed them to begin to stroke each other off. Their inhibitions having long been removed when they joined the team, it didn’t take much to have them stroke each other back down into a deep trance. Both of them would lust for each other’s cocks from now on. Both of them would crave pleasing the other one. They would listen to each other, and more importantly, to Coach. They would stand united in front of the team and make decisions together. With every stroke, their lust for each other grew stronger. With every stroke, their desire to please each other and Coach became more intense. With every stroke, they realized how much they loved being with another Alpha.
Tanner and Jalen were enjoying themselves outdoors, soaking up the sun, when Tanner spotted one of their neighbors staring at them. Though nothing had ever really been said, the looks had often been enough for Tanner to know something made them uncomfortable. Was it that they were gay? Was it that his partner was Black? He wasn’t sure, but he made sure to show them exactly what he thought as he kissed and groped his lover
Having been raised religious, Tanner had not always been so forward and open. That’s not to say he wouldn’t stand up in a crisis, but he had been quite shy and preferred that they keep to themselves. A lot of it stemmed from a fear for his better half, rather than a general fear – but he simply had not been one for PDAs either.
Jalen did not care though, and he wanted the same for his partner. Any discomfort was on the other person, not on them. And while he preferred love and acceptance, he relished in making the uncomfortable squirm even more. It was a way for him to take some of the power back from their judgments. He just needed to get Tanner on board, and that’s when I came in.
In time, Tanner would have no problem being out on the deck doing more than just kissing and groping – because both of them also had an exhibitionist streak. At least, Jalen did. Tanner’s love of showing off was something I began to instill in him, also at Jalen’s request, as I began to first program him with one-on-one stroke sessions. He had shed behind his religious ties, but now it was time to shed the lingering inhibitions.
Angus had wanted to become a stereotypical Aussie jock for as long as he could remember… a fitdimwit of a surfer dude from Down Under. While I couldn’t change where he was really from, I could help explore the fantasy through a special trigger… and that’s just what I was doing as I had him focus on a pair of special briefs. As he drifted into a deep trance, he learned that he would transform as soon as he put them on.
As I woke him, Angus couldn’t help but feel excited. “You really think this will work, Coach? I mean, I am getting hard just thinking about!,” he said as he took off his pants and felt his bulge through his boxers.”
Only one way to find out, I replied.
As soon as he slipped on the briefs, it was an immediate transformation… he was nothing more than a dumb jock speaking with a bad accent. “Crikey, mate, I feel like a proper grommet!” It might not have been a perfect Australian, but it fit his idea of what a dumb jock Aussie would sound like.
Since we were in the privacy of his place, I didn’t see the harm in a bit of roleplay. Actors put on different accents all the time. But as he felt up his body and expressed desire to stay that way forever, I wondered if there was anything I could do. Acting for a film or stage production is one thing, but acting that way all the time was another.
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
Axton had been hitting the gym, and it had been showing. Yet he wanted to become even more of a musclehead.
“You really think you can help Coach? There’s nothing I want more than to keep growing. I want even more gains.”
Sure jock. But first we need to help you strip away any of the inhibitions that have been keeping you from pushing yourself to the limits. And I bet it feels so good to strip down for me right now.
It wasn’t long before the muscle jock was stripping down as he drifted into a nice trance, his briefs sliding off as he slid deeper and deeper for Me.
Each time you glide your hand along that cock, it helps to relax you deeper and deeper into trance as we explore your desire to be a musclehead.
Nothing matters more than giving it your all and pushing yourself to maximize muscle.
And to do that, you find that you are more focused than ever. More driven than ever.
And it all helps you to have an amazing pump. You can imagine what that would feel like even now…. Go ahead, and grab a dumbbell. Curl it and feel that pump more intensely than you ever have before. This is what you’ll feel even outside of hypnosis.
So, you thought you could sneak into My pool again, didn’t you? That’s right, I said again – I know it’s not your first time, but last time I merely enjoyed the show. Since you were left eager to come right back and hop down into the water, I can only assume you were left really liking it last time… did you wade right in the shallow end or dive right into the deep end, down where you can go even deeper? I bet you would want to go even deeper this time. Down, down, down as you just let go now. Let go of any fears, knowing soon will be left able to enter the pool again… I just want to be left having this chat first… and I bet it feels so nice to think of how nice it will be to strip down for the pool… just like it’s so nice to strip down for Me right now, stripping away inhibitions….
With every stroke, you simply let go more… letting those brains drain down to that cock… there’s no need to think. It’s just so hard… and your dick is so hard… if you must think, simply think with your dick. Think about being here at the pool. Getting to swim. Getting to tan. No cares in the world. Just a simple pool boy. That’s the price of breaking in, and yet it feels like a dream come true… your old life more and more erased… your new life taking over. It’s so wonderful to think about getting to use the pool all the time… and it is so wonderful to think about getting used by a pool of guys. That’s right. Just that dumb jock of a pool boy, ready to serve. Go ahead and look at that cock. Fuck it feels so good to think with it now. Just a simple pool boy.
Ridge needed some help with his new boy, Grey. The skinny jock was eager to submit to his inked-up Sir, but his tendency to overthink things kept getting in the way. Although it wasn’t a full power exchange, Grey still found light submission to Ridge difficult as he felt so self-conscious about if he was doing things the proper way.
I soon came in and helped to ease his mind enough that he began to go into trance for Me. After some initial work alongside Ridge, I requested some one-on-one time with Grey. “Sure, Coach. I trust you to take good care of my boy. But do me a favor and make sure he’s really focused on my cock when he comes back in. Seeing you trance him is makin’ me horny!” I nodded in agreement as I led Grey to a private area.
With the submissive already in a light trance, it was easy to have him strip down for Me so he could properly begin a stroke session. I then had Grey watch a spiral I pulled up on My phone, stroking to the words flashing along the spiral while My voice simultaneously began to help him let go. With every stroke, he was simply letting go more and more of the inhibitions and insecurities that had been keeping him from truly submitting. Every stroke simply helped him to think less and less – if he didn’t need to think, he wouldn’t overthink… and if he did need to think, he could just think with his cock. I took his phone from him so he could give in to that growing lust, fully feeling it as I had him visualize serving his Sir.
