But not today. Today was all about his holes.
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I wasn’t sure why, but soon I discovered that they were wasting a lot of their energy with horseplay, pranks, and other activities that distracted them from playing their best on the court.
It was time for Me to help them improve their focus and better manage their energy, so they were to attend mandatory training at Coach’s home.
When they showed up for training, I knew I had to keep them separate during their reprogramming, or they would distract each other – so I put them in separate rooms.
I began playing some of my special audio for Kaleb until he was drifting into a nice trance. I quietly exited, and proceeded to enter the bedroom with Archie for some one-on-one training.
Both of you will find that your unleashed desires will boost your energy on that court, for it’s only win you win a match that you will both be allowed to next orgasm.
For hours, the jocks edged into trance, finding that level where they could be left feeling incredible energy – energy they were not to release until after a win.
The programming increasingly had Bryan performing like a machine, programmed for the simple purpose of building muscle. He must work out. He must add protein.
As he began to feel more and more like a mindless machine, the being formerly known as Bryan became programmed to need fresh ‘oil’ from Coach ahead of every workout.
Fueling up with Coach’s special ‘oil’ meant his body would perform at peak performance level as he pushed himself in the gym.
As for his own “oil dispenser,” it was to be ignored unless he had first worked out. A hard workout meant hard muscles. Hard muscles meant the rod would be hard enough to dispense oil.
Only after pushing in the gym, could the man transforming into a mindless robot release his old oil. Every discharge of the used oil filled it with mindless bliss.
They put on some music and seemed to immediately get in the mood, taking off their shirts as they began to worship his body. It seemed he could always count on twinks to worship him and his cock.
Yes, Clive. And it’s okay to be horny, we just need you to channel all that arousal to your bottom. I’m glad you wore a jockstrap as instructed, because that is the perfect thing to help you remember where all pleasure should be focused. It is a pleasure you sense right now as you relax for Coach.
Whenever you wear a jockstrap, your desire to jack off is diminished… it’s as if you simply cannot touch your dick while it is on, aside from those practical reasons – but never for anything sexual.
Since I worked from home, I began playing music more loudly. It helps Me focus on work while you guys are making all that racket. He sneered in response. “Whatever you want, boss.” He probably figured it was time to grab his earbuds, but then he found that the music was actually kind of catchy. Before he knew it, it was time to clock out.
Within a few weeks – when the project should have been done, but having received excuse after excuse along the way – it felt like the subliminals were finally beginning to sink into his subconscious as I noticed his eyes struggling to stay open on one of the hidden cams. I entered the room.
It’s getting hard, isn’t it, Jax? Go ahead and feel it. It’s so right to just enjoy it as you go ahead and remove your shirt now and feel up those hard nipples too.
The weeks of programming had set the groundwork, but I knew the only way to make sure he wasn’t screwing over others was to ensure that being screwed by Me was all he now craved. His growing desire to please Me would help him to work so much harder on the job.
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
I had him cover over with one of his teammates, Scott, who just so happened to be a FitDimWit jockpig that helped to service the team as needed. And Scott was more than ready to help service Dawson, getting in position as I had Dawson focus on his ass until he fell into a deep trance. It was a trance he would remain in, his mind more and more open to suggestion, as Scott lubed up his dick with his saliva.
The more you fuck Scott, the more of a jock you become. You’ll be so focused on winning. And most of all, you find that the more you fuck your teammate, the stronger you start to feel – for you always find that fucking other men makes you STRONG.
The words sank in more and more as I repeated them during their fuck session. Dawson was feeling himself become stronger – not just physically, but in all ways.
Donovan had his doubts. “Coach, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable showing off in front of all those people. It’s cool to flex for you, Coach, but that’s a whole ‘nother vibe.”
Just be a good boy and put on the mask, Don.
As Donovan complied, all his inhibitions suddenly were released. He began to feel pumped up as he suddenly began flexing for Me.
What Donovan couldn’t remember in his conscious mind is that I had already placed the masked on him during some of our sessions.
He’d already bulked up and become such a meathead for Me, and now he would love showing off that muscle to everyone whenever he wore that mask. It was as if the mask would ‘mask’ his inhibitions in such a way that they simply didn’t exist. Every stroke helped him to absorb that deep into his subconscious.
Since he was already used to My hypnosis, it didn’t take him long to feel comfortable relaxing completely for Me.
It just felt so good for him to focus instead on all the pleasure. Muscle gave him so much pleasure. He loved to build it. He loved to flex it. He loved to show it off for Coach. More and more, he was feeling like a musclehead – not so dumb he couldn’t do his work, and yet it was so easy to just simply focus on muscle and not worry about anything else.
His shirt might have said Fitch, but deep down, Caleb wanted to fetch. He was often way too serious and plagued with anxiety, and he yearned for nothing more to let go.
Nothing symbolized that to him more than the growing pup scene he had so far only seen in online videos. He was envious of those that could let go so much that they could forget all about their human life, even if just for a bit. It was a state of mind he had trouble getting to on his own, so he turned to Me for help.
I began to relax him, though he was reluctant to close his eyes. Those big eyes simply remained so focused on Me as I spoke, even as his mind began to let go to my voice. He did begin to respond to light suggestions, stripping away inhibitions as he began to strip off his clothes.
It was as he began to move the last item of clothing that all the suggestions finally began to truly sink in. His face first went completely blank – even more blank than before.
Then that blank susceptibility turned into a true trance as he drifted into a deep relaxation, closing his eyes even as his underwear remained half-on.
Being a pup can be instantaneous for some, but some need a bit of groundwork laid out. With the time it took just to get him into trance, Caleb would be a pup that needed that basic desire to grow inside of him first.
I sent him off with some pup files so condition his mind ahead of our next session.