A former soldier, Blaise had seen enough pain in the world that all he wanted to do was forget it all. He had turn to Me, and I helped his already buff-from-the-military physique grow even bigger as his mind seemingly grew smaller. He began to get more and more comfortable with the idea of showing off his body as I simply helped him let go to his inner himbo of a musclehead. A history of obeying orders helped the muscle jock drift easily into trance, but overcoming some of the inhibitions still took some work. It helped when I found ways to connect the plans I had for his future working at a resort, to his past service in the army. For example, while he had been reluctant about loving to show off his muscles, there was a big shift when I began programming that jockstraps and trunks were his uniforms now.

Thinking of the apparel as a uniform seemed to work well for the military jock. When he worked in the cabins, he was to wear a jockstrap at all times. Beyond appropriate footwear, that would be all he wore with a few exceptions – at times an apron if working in the kitchen, and sometimes a tie when we had a more formal conference taking place at the resort. Businessmen seemed to love the added touch of the tie and how it’s placement in the deep divide of his pecs seemed to accentuate his chest. Even better was how the tie seemed to point down right to his giant bulge.

Often, Blaise took a more outdoor role, wearing trunks as he greeted guests for guided tours in the surrounding nature.

It could be fun to accompany him on the expeditions he led, often showing off his physical prowess as he climbed on rocks to better point out some of the tourist highlights to take in. Yet, his conditioning wasn’t complete and sometimes he still had to be molded to be willing to oblige the wishes of clients or myself.

Such an example came when I asked him to climb down into the water so we could enjoy the look of his wet muscles. “I dunno, might step on somethin’, boss.” A quick trigger and soon his head was nodding off, allowing him to drift down for more programming. A good jock, like a good soldier, obeys. You were a great soldier. You’re an even better jock. You obey.

Soon he found himself sliding down to the water, yet he still wasn’t quite showing off that wet muscle as much as desired. Sleep, jock, sleep. By the time he woke, Blaise loved to do things like hike his trunks up to show off his legs and flex his arms for us. As My programming ensured he became used to being a simple piece of meat meant to be shown off, he became much more comfortable interacting with guests – and much more comfortable showing off in less. After a while, the jockstrap uniform had moved to what he wore outside leading expeditions. Inside, the tie still came out for special occasions, but he otherwise grew to love being completely naked. His old life and horrors soon were completely forgotten – he simply was a fitdimwit of a himbo servant, ready to take care of your needs when you visit.