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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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