Justin woke up looking rather confused, but Mogan couldn’t help but smile. He had been harassed by Justin for weeks at their college, mocked for being gay. Even worse is that his ShowItAll4Fans account had been exposed with some embarrassing-to-the-wrong-crowd videos leaked. I had managed to convince the jock to come by My office for some workout motivation, but slowly I had been working on something else. This was the final stage.
How are you two lovers doing?
“Lovers, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“Don’t be shy, babe. Coach doesn’t mind” And with that, Mogan slid over the confused jock and began to kiss him. Initial shock soon gave in to pleasure and passion. Though he fronted as straight, it was obvious from the getgo Justin had been denying his true self – in no thanks due to a religious upbringing. Yet, people don’t just stumble across ShowItAll4Fans accounts without looking at the accounts themselves. All I had to do was help him let go of those inhibitions and fears that had been instilled inside of him, and soon he was giving in to his lust – a lust that Mogan would confirm as he felt the big bulge in his former bully’s pants.
Given the torment he was subjecting his college bro to, it wasn’t enough for Me to just help him accept his sexuality though. I made sure that he would never want to displease Mogan again – for his new Sir’s pleasure was now his pleasure. And he would do anything to sexually please his Sir.
And while that sometimes meant sucking Mogan’s dick, it often meant being fucked on video for all their fans to see. Yep, Justin had gone from calling My buddy a pornslut to becoming a total slut for the camera himself.
Though they’d go on to fuck often and make some cash as they did, it was always Mogan’s money to control (that is, the portion that didn’t go to Coach for helping Mogan become a camwhore in the first place, as I continued to hypnotize both the young men). And Justin loved having his new Sir control everything. It felt so right to give in and become a horny bottom pig to the Alpha.
And as Mogan came all over Justin’s smooth body, it marked the newly out gay as his property – and nothing had ever made Justin feel so happy.
Noah was the type of guy that thought he was all that, and let people know it. His university’s star swim athlete, he was known just as much around campus for his bullying ways as he was for his accomplishments. On the rare occasions he showed up for class, he would sit in the back and mock other students he felt were nerds and geeks – whom he would later threaten until they helped him with his coursework. The one thing he did still care about was swimming, and he knew he needed good grades to stay on the team. I happened to catch him napping in the locker room as he waited for some nerds to finish his assignments. A hung jock, he was not shy about napping in the nude…. and I simply couldn’t resist giving him a few suggestions as he dozed.
When he woke, I wasn’t sure if it had been my suggestions that made him so comfortable chatting me up in the buff, or if it was his natural confidence. Either way, I had planted the seeds about how I could help him with his swimming.
“What’s up, Coach? I was waiting for you and guess I dozed off.”
Oh yeah? What about?
“Well, I overhead someone talking… not even sure who, just seem to kind of remember… that you do hypnosis to help jocks perform better. Do you think you could help me become a better swimmer? I mean, sure, I’m the best here, but I want to go even farther with my swimming career.”
Sure, Noah. My most effective technique involves stroking your cock, so go ahead and get comfortable in that chair. It’s time to be a good boy and stroke for Coach.
Thanks to my earlier suggestions, Noah didn’t give a second thought to how the phrase ‘good boy’ made his cock throb.
It didn’t take long before Noah’s eyes glazed over as he slowly stroked to my voice and suggestions. Even before his eyes closed, I could tell his mind was emptying of all thoughts. Little did he know, that they soon would empty of so much more.
You see, Noah wasn’t a dumb jock. Not yet. Sure, he didn’t do his homework, but that was because he was conceited and entitled, as he bullied and manipulated other kids into doing it. But that was not the kind of guy I wanted representing the team.
But in order to make him friendlier and more polite, I had to make him forget. And with guys like Noah, it’s not enough to make them forget about their ego… because if they remember at all that people lust for such a stud, it does not take long for that ego to come back. The only way to make it stick is to dumb them down to the point that they won’t think about how others treat them. All they can do is love how good it feels to be such a dumb, friendly jock.
So that’s just what I did, and it wasn’t long before Noah had zoned out completely – yet his dick was still so hard.
Deep down, this is what he wanted. This is what he craved. He hated himself inside for how he treated others, so he wanted to let go and lead a more simple and happy life. And as soon as he came, it was as if he was cumming out all the IQ that had drained down from his brain.
By the time he woke up, he didn’t even realize he had changed. He didn’t get why others were so intimidated by him… he was just a dumb friendly jock. But as word spread about how Noah had changed, the reception got much friendlier.
Noah came to the next swim meet early, more than ready to compete. This is what he had been training all week for – it’s not like he had much else to think about. Plus he knew he had geeks to be fucked by. Yes, you read that right – the very geeks that the former bully used to fuck over, were now fucking him. I conditioned Noah to believe that cum up his ass would help him perform better… and all the gay geeks were eager to sign up for the next chance to fuck such a hot dumb jock.
Given how dumb I had made the former jerk, it was the only way to keep up his grades so he could stay on the team. Yet none of the gay geeks minded… because instead of being used by a jerk, they were now getting to use the hottest stud on campus.
I’m not sure if Noah had been gay before – guys like him often are repressed or closeted. But it was easy enough to convince him that being fucked made him a better swimmer… and breaking personal bests and school records reinforced that freeing himself of all that toxic behavior as well as all unnecessary brains, truly helped him become one with the water.
Even if it started as a belief that it made him a better athlete, Noah had soon accepted he loved being fucked up the butt, and came out as gay. He was even profiled by a website that profiles gay athletes who are accepted by their teammates and schools.
Of course, there was no one Noah loved to be fucked by more than Coach.
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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.
And worship Me he did, as he dropped to his knees and took a position of submission. My programming had worked its way deep into his subconscious, and there was nothing he desired more than to please his new Master.
He offered up praise to his new God – and then he offered up his services. He was desperate to make Me proud.
“I submit myself to you, Coach. You are my Master. You are My God. I humbly kneel before you, and lower myself to your feet. This is where I belong.
Let me worship them. Let me lick your feet clean and massage them. Please allow me, Sir. It’d be such an honor to serve as your humble footslave, Master. Or maybe you would rather I massage your shoulders, or worship your cock. Anything you want, Master. Anything to earn Sir’s cock in my ass.”
After this, he was much more humble in his frat and with his teammates. Sometimes he even let the freshman fuck him. He was the wrestling star with nothing to prove – except for wanting to prove his devotion to Me.
“Yo, cumbreath, Coach is here to do some more rehabilitating of your sorry ass.”
“Thank you, Sir.
“Damn, I love how obedient he makes you inmates.”
“It’s right to obey those in charge, Sir.”
“That’s right Patrick. It’s so easy for you to just submit to your guard. It’s so easy for you to obey authority figures, most of all me, your Coach. You are becoming so well-behaved.
And each suck of that cock helps you both to relax more. That’s right. Each of you can just focus on that pleasure of relaxation.Letting go of past deeds and embracing that desire to have a life where you don’t have to make tough choices. You can simply be so good for Coach.
“Man, what happened? Where am I?”
You’re in prison bud. You see, you used to be a guard. But someone’s been a bad boy, and it’s time you got a taste of your own medicine.
“It is what I deserve Sir?”
It is. You see, you’ve been abusing your power to make the inmates please you sexually.
But deep down, you realize now that it’s because you’ve had such a deep attraction to submit to them.You’ll still be a guard, but from now on, the only sexual pleasure you get in here is when you get fucked. And for your safety, you’ll only do this during my visits with the inmates I now control. So go ahead and give in while I’m here….because once I’m gone, you’ll need to be a good boy for me. And you want to be a good boy, don’t you?
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