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The Swim Jock

Noah was the type of guy that thought he was all that, and let people know it. His university’s star swim athlete, he was known just as much around campus for his bullying ways as he was for his accomplishments. On the rare occasions he showed up for class, he would sit in the back and mock other students he felt were nerds and geeks – whom he would later threaten until they helped him with his coursework. The one thing he did still care about was swimming, and he knew he needed good grades to stay on the team. I happened to catch him napping in the locker room as he waited for some nerds to finish his assignments. A hung jock, he was not shy about napping in the nude…. and I simply couldn’t resist giving him a few suggestions as he dozed.


When he woke, I wasn’t sure if it had been my suggestions that made him so comfortable chatting me up in the buff, or if it was his natural confidence. Either way, I had planted the seeds about how I could help him with his swimming.

“What’s up, Coach? I was waiting for you and guess I dozed off.”

Oh yeah? What about?

“Well, I overhead someone talking… not even sure who, just seem to kind of remember… that you do hypnosis to help jocks perform better. Do you think you could help me become a better swimmer? I mean, sure, I’m the best here, but I want to go even farther with my swimming career.”

Sure, Noah. My most effective technique involves stroking your cock, so go ahead and get comfortable in that chair. It’s time to be a good boy and stroke for Coach.

Thanks to my earlier suggestions, Noah didn’t give a second thought to how the phrase ‘good boy’ made his cock throb.


It didn’t take long before Noah’s eyes glazed over as he slowly stroked to my voice and suggestions. Even before his eyes closed, I could tell his mind was emptying of all thoughts. Little did he know, that they soon would empty of so much more.

You see, Noah wasn’t a dumb jock. Not yet. Sure, he didn’t do his homework, but that was because he was conceited and entitled, as he bullied and manipulated other kids into doing it. But that was not the kind of guy I wanted representing the team.

But in order to make him friendlier and more polite, I had to make him forget. And with guys like Noah, it’s not enough to make them forget about their ego… because if they remember at all that people lust for such a stud, it does not take long for that ego to come back. The only way to make it stick is to dumb them down to the point that they won’t think about how others treat them. All they can do is love how good it feels to be such a dumb, friendly jock.

So that’s just what I did, and it wasn’t long before Noah had zoned out completely – yet his dick was still so hard.



Deep down, this is what he wanted. This is what he craved. He hated himself inside for how he treated others, so he wanted to let go and lead a more simple and happy life. And as soon as he came, it was as if he was cumming out all the IQ that had drained down from his brain.

By the time he woke up, he didn’t even realize he had changed.  He didn’t get why others were so intimidated by him… he was just a dumb friendly jock. But as word spread about how Noah had changed, the reception got much friendlier.

Noah came to the next swim meet early, more than ready to compete. This is what he had been training all week for – it’s not like he had much else to think about. Plus he knew he had geeks to be fucked by. Yes, you read that right – the very geeks that the former bully used to fuck over, were now fucking him. I conditioned Noah to believe that cum up his ass would help him perform better… and all the gay geeks were eager to sign up for the next chance to fuck such a hot dumb jock. 


Given how dumb I had made the former jerk, it was the only way to keep up his grades so he could stay on the team. Yet none of the gay geeks minded… because instead of being used by a jerk, they were now getting to use the hottest stud on campus.

I’m not sure if Noah had been gay before – guys like him often are repressed or closeted. But it was easy enough to convince him that being fucked made him a better swimmer… and breaking personal bests and school records reinforced that freeing himself of all that toxic behavior as well as all unnecessary brains, truly helped him become one with the water.

Even if it started as a belief that it made him a better athlete, Noah had soon accepted he loved being fucked up the butt, and came out as gay. He was even profiled by a website that profiles gay athletes who are accepted by their teammates and schools.

Of course, there was no one Noah loved to be fucked by more than Coach.


“Hey Coach, I’m layin’ down in here. Is you gonna cum and fuck me?”               Good boy. I’m on my way.               The above is fantasy but the hot jocks and muscle studs are real at Manifest Men – click here for more!

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Coach actually works pretty hard to make sure stories look good when seen on a laptop; however Coach has realized that some of you might be seeing more white space than others depending on browser size (I think mobile stacks the photos and text, so is less of an issue).  I’m presenting the same story below but saved as formatted photos. Let Coach know which way you like better (as well as if viewing from a laptop, tablet or smart phone), or if it makes a difference at all.

The JungleMan

Kevin was enjoying himself on safari when he thought he saw something in the distance. As the rest of his group were busy snapping photos of some animals, he snuck off to see what it was that had drawn his attention.  As he walked past a hidden jungle habitat, he couldn’t believe the amazing specimen he saw before him – muscled yet lean, flexible… a true jungleman. They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity, lust building all the while….

Suddenly, the jungleman ripped off his loincloth and pounced on the vacationing man. Taken aback, Kevin was easily knocked to the ground. Before he could gain his bearings, the jungleman’s dick was slamming into his throat.

It didn’t take long before any initial resistance had vanished completely. Kevin couldn’t help but give in to him. That musk … one might think living in a jungle would make you stink, but it was the right kind of stink… the kind of natural mansmell that made you want to smell that scent as much as possible. And of course, the scent was strongest around his groin, the scent on his balls just smelling so amazing.

Soon, all thoughts of being on a safari had vanished, for it was becoming harder to think at all about anything but the lust.  It didn’t take long for clothes to shed as Kevin shifted positions so he could more eagerly suck the jungleman’s cock.

The jungleman’s leaking precum was already starting to affect him in ways he didn’t notice.


For example, Kevin was oblivious to how his muscles were already starting to transform. He was growing stronger, yet his muscles were starting to become leaner and more defined. And as he continued to suck off the jungleman, he did not think much of it when the sexy stud placed his calloused hand over his head. Yet, soon his head was becoming even fuzzier…. as if the jungleman was starting to drain away all his intelligence and memories. Brief glimpses of an old life would flash in his mind at times… yet it was starting to become difficult to focus on. Who had he been on safari with? A wife? A boyfriend? Friends? …. The jungleman shoved his big cock even harder inside his head. As a huge load exploded in his mouth, the devolving man remembered. “Me… me always jungleman.” The wild man changing him moved to his backside, ready to fuck his new junglemate.
It didn’t take long for the jungleman to explode inside the adventurer once again. Now filled with cum from both sides, the man once known as Kevin could feel the final changes to his physique take shape. But it was more than that. Soon, his hair was growing longer, and primal instincts were kicking in to replace the memories and knowledge he had forgotten. Though a small tattoo from his old life remained, to him it seemed like nothing more than a birthmark. This was now the only life he had ever known – a life of no inhibitions, no restrictions – just the wild.

That meant both surviving the wild as well as having as much wild sex as possible. And while that was usually with his junglemate, it wasn’t long before another explorer found himself getting drawn into the jungle and started feeling lust for the almost-naked man, wearing only a primitive necklace. The explorer soon found himself on his knees… those manscents from the groin again proving too much for ordinary men to resist.

Soon this explorer would become part of the jungle too – but he didn’t know that yet. All he knew is that he had to strip down and get this new jungleman’s cock to cum in both is mouth and his ass.



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Study Materials

Gaten was excited to be at his new university on a scholarship from Coach. He wasn’t entirely sure why… he wasn’t the most athletic.. but with costs on the rise, he was going to study hard for Coach. When he opened the box from Coach labeled “Study Materials,” the young man was surprised to see gay porn. Surely this must be a mistake… he wasn’t gay. But if Coach wanted him to watch them for some reason, he’d give them a view. Just once wouldn’t hurt, he thought.

Little did he know that the videos had been overlayed with Coach’s subliminal programming, and he found himself addicted to watching them over and over. Before long, Coach had given him another box full of sex toys – and it all seemed perfectly natural to the twink. He continued his training becoming a perfect bottom boy, knowing that his own cock no longer mattered. All that mattered were the cocks of his teammates that shared the dorm with him.
Of course, the jocks already on the team had already been conditioned by Coach, dumbed down into horny fitdimwits that worked cohesively together as a team. Their bonding had kept them a well-oiled machine on the field, but Coach could tell they were starting to become a distraction to each other. That’s why he needed Gaten, whose subconscious programming began kicking in when he saw the guys in the shower.

The captain of the team noticed Gaten staring and approached. “Like what you see?” Gaten replied with a, “Yes, Sir” – whoa, why was he feeling so obedient? _ but he couldn’t help it. He grabbed hold of the Alpha’s dick and began to jerk it. Repeated programming had left him forgetting he was every straight – he simply was born to enjoy cocks and cum. The other jocks looked on at first, but soon felt comfortable enough to drop their towels and join in.
Soon, Gaten was going back and forth with his mouth and hands, jerking them off along the way as he then sucked off each of the jocks to completion. The team soon found that they were able to focus more easily on the field because they were no longer distracted by each other – they simply knew their new cock slave would be waiting for them after they won the game. No messy relationships, no drama – just a team of fitdimwits working together and sharing the slave I had made for them whenever they needed to get off.
As for Gaten, he had never been happier as he smiled, covered in their cum.
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Flashback Friday: Power Hitter

Flashback Fridays take an old story and sometimes add a bit more to it! Original here.

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Just stroke for Coach as you look in the mirror. And as you stroke, visualize yourself growing bigger. Getting stronger. That’s a good boy.

With every stroke you want to please Coach more. And what will please Coach is when you build more muscle. Coach wants to see you get bigger and stronger. Coach wants you to become that stud of a baseball jock.

You feel that desire to be a muscle jock get so intense, that you absolutely must work to fulfill that desire.  You must do what it takes to please Coach. You must do what it takes to excel on the team.

Feel that power to hit home runs. Feel that strength to throw that ball where it needs to go. It feels so good to let Coach mold you into a more perfect muscle jock.

You are such a good boy for Coach and you will send Me progress photos along the way. Good boys show off for Coach. You are a good boy. You show off for Coach.


“Coach, you’re really helping me get strong. Thanks!” Good boy. I’d love to see more of your muscles. Let’s see just how strong.
“Been killing it in the batting cages. Have so much power now thanks to you, Coach!”Good boy. Coach is so pleased to see your progress.
Hope you can make a game – would love to properly thank you after.”
image06Good boy. In the meantime, you can thank Me with some more sexy photos – I know it feels so good to show off for Coach.

“Sure thing, Coach!”



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The Newest Boarder Jock

Jensen was the type of guy that had grown up going to prep schools, and his parents were so proud he was now attending Yale. Yet all that law talk bored him, and he would often watch what he called the boarder bros from the window of his apartment. One sunny day, Jensen decided to go out and introduce himself. “Hey, I’d love to get into skateboarding. How did you guys learn?” Danny, the tall one, scoffed. “Dude, you gotta be born with it.”  But the other boarder, Troy, chimed in, “Nah, bro, you just need the right coach. Got time to chill? I’ve got some lessons from mine I can play ya.”

Jensen was a bit apprehensive he was being punked, but he decided to go back with Troy anyway. “Listen to this bruh, it’ll change your life.” An hour later, Jensen was on the bed naked, still listening to the audio as he stroked. “Fuck, dude, I feel so fucking free. I’m so droppin’ out of law school.” “That’s awesome Jens.” And Jens smiled, loving his new nickname.

The mentor continued: “Wanna fuck before we pound the pavement?” Troy couldn’t wait to introduce Coach to the newest boarder jock – but first he was going to have some fun.

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Coach Triggers Jock

Coach was feeling frisky, but thankfully one of his hot jocks was still in the locker room. All it took was a mention of Aaron’s trigger and the ripped athlete began to automatically respond, his eyes becoming blankly obedient and his hand going immediately to his already-hardening cock.

He had just put his shorts back on after the shower, but they were about to come off again as he submitted to his Coach.


Aaron obeyed Coach as he slipped a cock ring on and then began to stroke along to Coach’s hypnotic voice. “You are so horny for your Coach, Aaron.  A good jock is a a horny jock. You are a jock. You are horny. Good jocks please their Coach. You are a jock. You will please your Coach. Coach would be pleased if he got to fuck your ass. There is nothing you want more than to be fucked by Coach.”

By the time he woke up, Aaron would forget all about the hypnosis – but he would show Coach how ready he was to be fucked by immediately assuming the position.


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Weekend At the Farm

Trey was grateful that Coach let him accompany him out to the farm for the weekend as he badly needed a break from his rigorous studies. It was so peaceful as he took in the fresh country air, the sun beaming on him as he breathed deeply. “Relaxing, isn’t it?” Coach asked – but before Trey could answer, Coach just kept chatting about how relaxing country life was. Trey decided to just listen. It was relaxing. Peaceful. He took a deep breath and relaxed more. The fresh air was stimulating. He started to fondle his cock.  It felt so good out here. His cock deserved to take in the country air too.

As Coach’s talk about the relaxing country life and the fresh country air continued to stimulated him, Trey began stroking along his cock. Everything was so simple out here. Hard work, sure, but as a simple farmhand, he wouldn’t have to make the big decisions. He could just enjoy the hard work, and being worked over. Fuck, the thought of being worked over was making him so horny. He’d build such a muscled body planting seeds each spring, but all he craved was Coach’s seed. By the time he woke, Trey had forgotten all about his studies – the farm was his home now.
And he was sure going to enjoy it. “Coach, I know we gotta plow the fields tomorrow, but how about you plow me tonight? ”
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Brody Dumbs Down

“Hey Coach, what brings you by?” Brody asked innocently enough. I had been working with him for some time on muscle motivation, but I knew the hot jock was now responding well enough that we could take him to the next level.

Within minutes I had him stroking for Me, every nice slow thrust of that hand over his dick taking him deeper and deeper… while also making him dumber and dumber.

Brody had been selected to be one of My fitdwimits, but first we had to make him love being such a dumb jock for Me. The eager stud had no problem imagining that his brains were draining down into his dick. His dick was hard… thinking was hard. He should just think with his dick.

And when he orgasmed, he would cum out some of his brains… or so he believed… and it would leave him a bit more permanently dumb each time.


Brody made an excellent addition and loved being a horny fitdimwit for his Coach.

 

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Flashback Friday: Know One More Thing

Flashback Fridays take an old story and sometimes add a bit more to it! Original here.


Tony was always mouthing off at the gym. “Are you dumb? You should do it like this if you want gainz, moron.” His advice wasn’t bad, but it would have been better if he had a different approach. Something with more tact.

Perhaps just a big, friendly oaf of a guy.

Of course the know-it-all was certain I couldn’t get him relaxed… but soon, he was already starting to think with his dick. It was far too easy to get him to comply when I suggested stripping… and as his dick throbbed, I realized just how much he enjoyed submitting to My voice. He’d become more than just an oaf – he’d become MY oaf.


“Was I out long, Sir? Can’t remember nuthin’. Nuthin’ much of anything, really.”

“Feels good though, doesn’t it, to be so simple?”

“Yes, Sir. Just wanna obey.”

“Not needing to remember anything but how to build that muscle and how to please me. There’s really no need to think about anything else, is there?”

“No, Sir, you’re right. I reckon all I need to know is that I’m your muscle slave.”



From then on out, Tony was always much more friendly with his workout advice. He knew he wasn’t better than anyone else… and he knew becoming a friendly trainer at My gym was going to please Me.

He’d also make an invaluable recruitment asset to find more fitdimwits. The type of men that weren’t there just to grow muscle, but also to forget all worries. Guys that looked at a mostly mindless meathead like Tony and said, “I wish I could be like him.”

But he wasn’t completely mindless as his mind did think to ask Me a question….  “Maybe I oughta know one thing, Sir…



…What position?”

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Readying His Hole

Damian was a punk who thought he was top dog – but fake Alphas are the easiest minds to get into because they yearn to be themselves. He had to act tough because that is what was expected of him, but deep down he needed to be put in his place. Soon I had him stroking for Me as I programmed him to accept his true self – that submissive, eager to please bottom. The bottom part is what gave him the most trouble, for his subconscious desires were met by resistance. Where he grew up, a reputation as a bottom would lead to endless ridicule from guys that some these days might call toxic.

With every stroke, I helped him to accept that it didn’t matter what anyone else thought… all that matters is what made him feel happy. And he would be so happy to bottom. I repeated it over and over, sometimes with slight variations: Bottoming brings you more pleasure than anything else. Bottoming makes you happier than anything else. There is nothing you enjoy more than bottoming.

Even as he tranced, I would have him play with his hole, getting more and more used to the feeling…. and having him imagine just how much better my dick would feel.

It wouldn’t be long before he was ready for Coach’s cock in his ass. “Hey Coach, I’ve been warming my hole up for ya.”
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