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Donovan had his doubts. “Coach, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable showing off in front of all those people. It’s cool to flex for you, Coach, but that’s a whole ‘nother vibe.”
Just be a good boy and put on the mask, Don.
As Donovan complied, all his inhibitions suddenly were released. He began to feel pumped up as he suddenly began flexing for Me.
What Donovan couldn’t remember in his conscious mind is that I had already placed the masked on him during some of our sessions.
He’d already bulked up and become such a meathead for Me, and now he would love showing off that muscle to everyone whenever he wore that mask. It was as if the mask would ‘mask’ his inhibitions in such a way that they simply didn’t exist. Every stroke helped him to absorb that deep into his subconscious.
Then we’ll just have to find a way for you to make a living off that body, won’t we, jock?
“I don’t know Coach. I’m usually pretty shy. But I would love that. There’d be nothing better than just being a total himbo.”
Good boy. Sleep, jock, and strip for me. That’s it, just let go to My voice as you also let go of all that timidness and all those inhibitions.
It just feels so much better to think with your dick. Thinking with your dick feels good. It feels good to put your brain there. And a littler head means less room for all those unimportant things, so just forget more and more about all those subjects you learned in school and everything else until your brain is small enough to fit in your dick.
That’s it, everything is simply draining down now. Resistance is draining away. Inhibitions are draining away. Your intelligence is draining away.
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?”
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.
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
Jaime had already been serving in the role for about a month, but it was obvious his head wasn’t in it. He had never wanted to take this position, but he had been forced to drop out of college to help out his family. And while their situation had improved, his job outlook had not. It didn’t help that my friend wasn’t Jaime’s type – a point he made sure I knew as he showed off his lean body.
All your knowledge from school starts to travel down to your dick… all your brains are just traveling down to your cock… and when you cum… you’re going to find that you ejaculate everything that made you smart. That’s right. You’re going to cum your brains out and be left as one of my fit dimwits….
By the time he did shoot his load, he would think it had been high school he had dropped out of… but he didn’t mind. He had lucked out with a great job where he didn’t really need to think…. unless it was with his dick. And it was nice knowing he would never have to want for anything. He was free. Free of the stresses of the working world. Free of needing to worry about things like rent or utilities. Free from restrictive clothing. Free of inhibitions.
“Bro. Being a house boy is tight as fuck. Don’t gotta think. Just gotta work it. All I do is pump muscle, landscape, and let the old man fuck me. Price I gotta pay for the good life, ya’know, Coach?
But dude. The place is sweet. And I love just doing. Don’t got to think ’bout nothin’!”
Sully and Keaton were jealous of a couple of guys across the hall, Dash and Orion. They were never shy about being seen going to the showers or anything like that. Sure, it seemed like they only got into college based on sports scholarships because it certainly wasn’t academics, but their carefree attitudes appealed to Sully and Keaton, who were both on the nerdier side and always felt like they were trying so hard to fit in – during the few times their harsh academic schedules allowed a break.
What they didn’t know was that their beach-loving buddies were only so carefree because they had each gone through My fitdimwit training program, dumbing down as they stroked for Coach, before being paired together. Both had made excellent subjects and soon they would often stroke each other into trance for more of Coach’s hypnosis to dumb down.
It’s the first step in learning to let right go of what others think, instead left so carefree and left so simple. And I know I am right that this is what you both have been left wanting deep down, because I see those dicks have already been left standing up. So go ahead, boys, and stroke for Coach.
Soon I was instructing the young men on how they two would now be dumb jocks. What I didn’t expect was how instructing the boys to think with their dicks would make Keaton crave dick so much – for his inner jock loving to sexually submit.
Each stroke reinforced that it was best to just think with their dicks. After all, thinking is hard. Their dicks are hard. Why not just think with their dicks? Fuck it felt so good. And though Sully had never been much for sports before, he soon found himself becoming one of the star athletes on the team.
As for Keaton’s place? He soon found it, down on his knees. To think with his dick meant to crave dick more than anything else, and he knew that leaving his teammates satisfied would give him more pleasure than anything else. He jerked and sucked off his teammates until they are all ready to explode at the same time.
As their climaxes approached, he sat down and awaited for their cum – his mouth open ready to swallow as much of it as he could. All of them were dumb jocks, but Keaton also had become a total cum pig, loving to serve all his fellow fitdimwits.