Oscar had been a star player on the college wrestling team. While not the biggest guy, he was very scrappy, often surprising other opponents in his weight class. Unfortunately, he also loved to use some of those moves on the underclassmen. He was also president of a wrestling frat on campus, and he made sure everyone in the house worshiped him like a God.

I brought him in for some of our usual workout motivation, but this time I had something else in mind. It wasn’t unusual for Oscar to grab his large package during trance, and I was going to use that to My advantage as I encouraged him to rub it. And of course rubbing it felt so good, and I told him to rub it… so surely it must feel so good to do as I say.

Soon his whole hand was in the boxer briefs stroking into trance.

Every stroke relaxes you more. Every stroke relaxes you deeper.

And yet the more I talked about submission, the more those shorts bulged out.

Ready to be a good boy. More submissive to your Coach with each and every stroke.

And when I started talking about how he would love to be fucked by Me, he even started to pull down his briefs.

Not yet boy. First you must earn it. First you must worship Me like the God I am.