That’s right Professor Lyman. In this tranced state, it’s so easy for you to accept your desire to have this cock inside of you. The cock of a young, hung college stud. You can feel its potency in your hand. So close you can smell the musk. So close you can taste the powerful precum.
And more than anything, you want this seed in your ass. To be bred by your student. But this only happens if you give my FitDimWits passing grades. Grades that allow them to stay on the team even after I’ve transformed them into meatheads and dumb jocks.
“Awesome of you to give me a B minus professor dude.”
“Keep fucking me like this and I’ll make it an A plus!”
“Bro, leave me outta this. I ain’t gonna put up with those punks.”
What’s going on jocks?
“Ya know how we new here? We used to playin’ on down and dirty rugby teams. The one here’s all preppy & shit. We don’t fit in.”
I could help you with that if you’d like…
That’s right jocks, just getting down and dirty with each other. And yet as you suck each other, it feels like you are sucking all the dirty down out of each other’s cocks. You feel all that roughness draining out of your head and down to your cocks.
You can feel it now. As old desires start to fade away, new desires start to fill your mind. The desire to be elite. The desire be stylish. The desire to be proper. And when you each cum, you will find yourself transformed into distinguished young gentlemen.
“Coach, Sir, Sam and I cannot express enough gratitude to you!”
“Indeed! We fit in splendidly.”
“We’re quite certain to make the starting roster now.”
“Yes, especially after we send the current captains your way. Their arrogance begs out for your FitDimWit program.”
And while the above is fantasy, it is really Coach’s birthday. Feel free to send me a gift via methods listed here, or using P’pl with musclemesmerizer@gmail .com & the memo line blank.
And yes, it’s really Coach’s birthday. If you can’t come strip or flex for me, I accept gifts, gift cards & cash too – musclemesmerizer@gmail.com. (And yes, Coach is that shameless. But hey, it’s my birthday. You’ll forgive me.)
That peaceful waterfall relaxes you further. Deeper and deeper into trance. And as you go deeper, you find that the waterfall has another effect. It starts to make your mind regress to its most basic state.
The state of a primal, wild animal. An animal that has been tamed by Coach for the animal’s new master.An animal that craves two things above all … getting bigger, and the taste of cum. ******
“Do you think this will work?”
We’re about to find out.
“Look at him Coach – it’s like he’s not even human anymore.”
In his mind, he’s not.
“But is he going to run off?”
No. He’s yours, just as we agreed upon. Go ahead and call him.
“Come here my muscle beast.
Come to Master.”
“Fuck Coach, he’s really going at it!”
He ‘s a muscle beast with a wild spirit now, more aggressive… but he needs your cum. It’s what will keep him yours. It’s what will keep him tame.
“Feel fuckin’ awesome Coach. But what you do to us?”
“Yeah, I don’t remember nothin’.”
Whichever one of you puts on that hat will become a mindless cocksucker.
You simply become obsessed with the other’s cock – going deeper than before, harder than before, swallow bigger loads than before as you become obsessed with giving the best head.
But sucking cock will be the only thing you remember how to do when that hat is on, and the only thing you desire to do.
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“Damn Coach, I thought you were kiddin’ but he’s really going down me. And he don’t respond to nothing I say… he just keeps sucking!
Me next!”
“Oh fuck yeah bro. Was so crazy when I had it on Coach, I couldn’t think of nothin’ at all but his cock….
