The bodybuilder had been using Coach’s files to get motivated for that extra push in the gym – but he was bigger than Coach and cocked off to Coach because of it.
Coach only had to say three little words for the bodybuilder to collapse into a deep sleep and went to work putting his new muscle slave in its place.
Waking up, the bodybuilder that had grown used to being worshiped as a muscle god himself finds he now has a god he worships in his Coach.
He has been shown that strength is not the only form of power. And even at the biggest he’s ever been, he has never felt so weak.
The harder the cock gets, the deeper you fall into that nice obedient trance where you simply allow your mind to empty. That’s right. Simply letting go of anything you don’t need to build muscle.
“If you have a dozen donuts and three are jelly-filled but the rest aren’t, how many non-jelly donuts do you have?” “Dunno Coach. Head feels fuzzy.” “And if you are on a diet consisting of 300 grams of protein a day and have consumed 223 grams, how many more grams do you need today?” “77. See Coach, still smart!” “Where it counts, boy. Where it counts.”
