“Why you think Coach drop us out here man?”
“Not sure, bro. No phones or nothing. We ‘spose to walk?”
“Got a better idea to pass the time.”
“Here?”
“What? Nobody can see us.”
The jocks didn’t know Coach had been programming them for months with this exact scene in mind. Both had been implanted with a desire to try outdoor sex.
But the real suggestion came with the smells of the farm. The hay. The more they breathed it in, the more the seeds of suggestion began to take over.
And the longer they spent getting each other off in the hayfield, the stronger the suggestions began to ring true.
‘You belong here.’
‘You crave the simple life of hard work.’
‘You crave the muscle you’ll build from chores.’
‘The more you breathe in that smell of hay, the more you want a new life as farmboys.’
“Howdy Coach.”
I thought you two would be off exploring. Ready to head back to the city?
“Nah, this is where we belong.”
“Yeah Coach. We’re going to get huge workin’ out here like real men!”
-Coach would come back for them after they had bulked up, but he didn’t let them in on his plan. Before long, the combo of real labor & home-cooked meals had turned the twinks into beefy farmboys.-
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