“Man, I can’t believe Coach stuck us in rooms with only one bed. Not even a big bed either.”
“I know. It’s so warm in here too. You sure you turned up the AC?”
“Yeah, it just hasn’t kicked in yet. But Coach’s video is ready to play on the TV. Ready”
“I’m not sure why we aren’t watching a training video as a team, but let’s get it over with so we can head to the pool.”
Welcome jocks. You have made the team and should be watching this with your roommate. If not, pause until he can join you, because your roommate will also be your training buddy for the season. …. If you have not paused, or are no longer paused, then both of you can be left starting to relax right in those rooms as you listen right to My voice and watch the training images left flashing right on the screen.
“Are these athletes looking less and less clothed?” Dawson joked, but the programming had already began to affect the very suggestible Bryce.
His attention turned more on more to his mate’s penis, which had been growing harder than Dawson had yet to realize. As they continued to watch the video and absorb the subliminal messaging, Dawson eventually found himself looking over at Bryce’s large package. Their inhibitions were disappearing more and more, and the idea that being intimate with a teammate was natural became more and more accepted. By this point, Bryce had reached a point of not being able to resist the growing lust inside of him. He straddled his weekend roommate on the hotel bed, kissing him passionately before pulling down Dawson’s shorts. Soon he was going deep down on the hot jock’s hung cock.
That’s it, jock. Just allow yourself to begin to let go of all those inhibitions now. You wanted to be more confident sexually, and we have been working on programming that inner slut deep inside of your subconscious. That slut has continued to grow, slowly seeping into your conscious mind and changing you. Making you become completely insatiable. Insatiable for cock. Insatiable for cum. Insatiable for all those men you just want to use you like the total slut you now are.
It has felt so good to just let all that resistance fade away. No more worries about any lack of experience as your eagerness to gain experience has grown even stronger. No more concerns about what anyone else would think, knowing this is what you have wanted deep down and will make you so very happy. You love being a slut, and you love to slut it up.
And not only do you love being a slut, but it is a state of mind you constantly find yourself in. Not to the point that it interferes with making a living, and yet how you’ll get off or get someone else off is your first thought when you get off work for the day. You simply crave it more and more. You find yourself hungering more and more for that cock. Feel that hunger growing, becoming overwhelming. You need cock inside of you.
S That’s a good slut. Already becoming so horny to have that cock inside of you. Knowing that you’ll love to have it in your mouth as you suck it off. Showing off the skills you’ll develop and how you’re so eager for it. Ready to work that mouth, your lips, that tongue as you do everything to satisfy another man. Working through the gagging as you learn how to deep throat it. And yet as much as you love a good face fuck, a proper fuck is what you crave most of all.You are already becoming so aroused at the thought of taking a cock in your ass. You find that you prepare every day for the possiblity that you’ll be fucked at least once, and maybe more as you find your desire for cock growing stronger than any inhibitions you might have had. As long as they are of legal age and everything is consensual, you find yourself caring less and less about things like their looks and age.
Westley was the type of hot entitled prick that didn’t know just how good he had it, having always come from a life of privilege. His attitude was more than apparent to Joziah when he had brought in his luxury sports car to the shop. Joziah had his way of dealing with such jerks that involved sabotaging their sound system so that only his special recordings would play when the vehicle drove. One couldn’t switch from satellite to local radio or simply turn the radio off – if the car was on, the special music was playing. The offending client would call in demanding the service be fixed for free – “it was fine until I brought it to you!” Joziah would agree, but claim to be backed up for at least a week and since a radio wasn’t a life-threatening emergency would apologize and offer additional services on the house to make up for the delay. They were never happy at first, but by the time they brought the vehicle in, they wanted to know how they could still choose to listen to the catchy beats if they so desired. They also would often end up giving into a newfound lust for the mechanic, providing him with a steady stream of blowjobs from snobs he loved seeing down on their knees – a position they would love to take for minorities going forward, regardless of what their orientation had been before. But every once in a while, when the person was a complete classist and usually also racist jerk, he liked to take the programming even further.
This was the case with Westley, who found himself craving not just Joziah’s cock but his whole lifestyle. All the perks he had from his live as an executive suddenly started to seem hollow compared to the value of getting to work with one’s hands. The idea of getting down and dirty was being programmed into his subconscious in more ways than one, and the suggestions were definitely taking hold. At the office, he found it harder and harder to concentrate on the business deals that increasingly bored him, wanting instead to get online and watch stock car races. Westley certainly had a tendency to speed before, but he never truly appreciated the rush one could get from the world of autos. He was beginning to crave the different smells of the environment – the sweaty musk of a man working hard, the grease and oil representing manly pastimes. His business suits felt more and more constricting – he envied having seen Joziah in his loose orange jumpsuit that looked so comfortable. By the time he brought his vehicle in to be fixed, he had started wearing the basics meant to be worn under such a jumpsuit. “You’re, uh, looking a bit skimpy in the pants department today, buddy,” Joziah joshed as the athletic former exec responded: “I quit my job today and thought maybe you’d let me try on a jumpsuit? I think I need to wear one.” Joziah smiled at the man’s admission, knowing his programming had worked. That smile led Westley to think with his dick as he went in for a kiss.
By this point, Bryce had reached a point of not being able to resist the growing lust inside of him. He straddled his weekend roommate on the hotel bed, kissing him passionately before pulling down Dawson’s shorts. Soon he was going deep down on the hot jock’s hung cock.
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