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The following is an anonymous user submission, being posted today in honor of Coach Josh’s birthday. Feel free to write and send your own story in honor of it as well, with other gifts also welcome 🙂
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I’m not sure how I got there, but the sudden smell of funnel cakes and popcorn snapped me out of my daze. Instantly I became aware of random carnival noises and crowd chatter. I instinctively tightened my glutes, stiffened my arms, spread my lats, inflated my pecs, tightened my abs and clenched my jaw. I don’t know why, I just did – as the sea of carnival goers passed by nonchalantly… except for the few admirers who stole a gawk or two.
Two years earlier I had committed to stepping up my fitness regimen. I had reached one bitch of a plateau and couldn’t get past it. I changed up my nutrition, tweaked my workouts, hired a personal trainer, more cardio, less cardio, drop sets, HIIT, carb-cycling, intermittent fasting, split routines, been there, done that. As a last resort, I purchased some hypnosis MP3s online hoping they might provide an extra edge that could propel me past this progress slump. It was a long-shot I was willing to take. Plus, I figured I could slap together a shitload of these “motivational” scripts and listen to them on a continuous loop throughout the night while I slept. Multitasking! Couldn’t hurt, right?
That was two years ago. Two years of mind-fuck—every night. Oh, I was a willing participant, and boy did it suck me in from the start. My pumps when through the roof, my “perfect” nutrition was now spot on, my body fat decreased, my shirts were getting WAY tighter (in all the right place), my ass developed an awesome bubble shape that even made ME horny, and – as a happy side effect – my dick was hard quite often. I was constantly horny – and it made me workout even harder. Continue reading Country Fair Torment
Well, I’m afraid Santa got a bit behind this year and needs some help making some toys.
“Ha, good one, Alpha. Maube me a dumb jock but I know Santa ain’t real.”
Real or not, a toy can bring so much cheer into the world, so even a dumb jock like you can agree that it’s still a good idea that we make toys, right?
“Yeah, I guess so. But why not just buy one?”
Because we are going to make a special toy.
“I dunno how, Alpha.”
That’s, okay, jock. I do. I just wanted some company while I did it, so you can go ahead and relax while I put on some music.
“Whatever ya say, Alpha!”
Of course, you might find yourself beginning to just let go more and more to that relaxing music, ready to open yourself up further for more and more programming. And as you begin to let go further, you might start to feel a bulge forming.
That’s a good jock. Just shut off everything else around you and focus more and more on the pleasure forming in your cock. It just feels so good for you to let go of everything as your intelligence drains further. You already think with your dick like a good dumb jock, but more and more it will be hard for you to think about anything at all. Your dick will stop thinking and simply obey. It wants to obey. Obeying makes it hard.
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I wasn’t sure why, but soon I discovered that they were wasting a lot of their energy with horseplay, pranks, and other activities that distracted them from playing their best on the court.
When they showed up for training, I knew I had to keep them separate during their reprogramming, or they would distract each other – so I put them in separate rooms.
I began playing some of my special audio for Kaleb until he was drifting into a nice trance. I quietly exited, and proceeded to enter the bedroom with Archie for some one-on-one training.
Both of you will find that your unleashed desires will boost your energy on that court, for it’s only win you win a match that you will both be allowed to next orgasm.
For hours, the jocks edged into trance, finding that level where they could be left feeling incredible energy – energy they were not to release until after a win.
Yes, Clive. And it’s okay to be horny, we just need you to channel all that arousal to your bottom. I’m glad you wore a jockstrap as instructed, because that is the perfect thing to help you remember where all pleasure should be focused. It is a pleasure you sense right now as you relax for Coach.
Whenever you wear a jockstrap, your desire to jack off is diminished… it’s as if you simply cannot touch your dick while it is on, aside from those practical reasons – but never for anything sexual.