WARNING: Hypnotic language with a FitDimWit (dumbing down) element is used.
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WARNING: Hypnotic language with a FitDimWit (dumbing down) element is used.
He contemplated what his life might be like if he could just let go of his inhibitions. “Maybe I should search how to become more of a pig,” he mused to himself. But soon, curiosity got the better of him.
As he began playing “Desire to be a Pig” on his laptop, he quickly found himself relaxing to my voice..
His cock hardened as he imagined other men ready to fuck his chiseled physique. He craved a cock up his ass more than he ever had before, and it almost didn’t matter whose cock it was.
Afterwards, he looked out the window once again …but this time was different. It felt so good to look out and see a world of opportunities. Why should he care if he had to work the next morning? Just drink a bit of extra coffee. All his past excuses no longer seemed to matter, and he was in the perfect location to pop down to the gay bar and check out the night’s offerings. As long as both parties were willing, what was the harm in having a bit of fun?
And when those old excuses started to pop back into his head, he just listened to more hypnosis. He was becoming a total sex pig, and he loved it.
“Yes….” they would always respond, often with a stammer. Many couldn’t believe they were lucky enough to be in the presence of such a hot stud. Twink or bear, daddy or pup, all were welcome – as long as they topped.
“Good. Follow me into the bedroom.” Noah’s robe would drop as he led the way and hopped onto bed.
Eager to be with such a hot stud, the lucky guy would begin stripping down himself…. but often not fast enough for Noah’s liking. This latest invite was especially nervous, fumbling as he tried to put on his condom. Once upon a time, Noah might have found the boy cute and the struggle endearing. But his inner sex pig had been unleashed, and now he was a hot stud craving that dick. He looked back to the young jock, simply asking “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
Written by DJ Jet
Edited by Coach Josh
I was a nerdy-jock in college until last month. You know, a straight-A student at uni that technically was on the football team, but I didn’t get to play much. I wasn’t a star jock, just a benchwarmer, and thus wasn’t very popular. I wished I could be more like those guys that can just relax and have fun. A cocky jock fratboy type.
One day sitting in my dorm, I decided I had finally had enough. I desperately searched the Internet for ways I could become preppier, manlier… anything that made me more of a jock than I was. As I was surfing on the internet for solutions or a manual to do that, I saw an interesting link about hypnosis and magic mumbo-jumbo for mental and body transformation. I entered into the site when a text popped up on my screen. Its title was “What’s your inner jock personality?”. I was excited about the title of course, but also in part because the geek in me enjoyed quizzes.
The former Ivy League fratboy had shown himself to be nothing more than a bully, so Coach decided to use his inner aggression against him. It didn’t take much to suggest that rage was really a primal side waiting to be released…