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.
“Coach, your files succeeded in motivating me for fitness, yet I have a hard time believing you can really dumb me down.”
Yet that is what you want?
“It is. I have so many loans from pre-med but I’m just so tired of stress. I don’t know that’s the life I really want.”
Then stop thinking about if it’s possible, and start thinking about what you want as you begin to stroke.
You want to focus on being simple because you want to enjoy life. And to do that you just need to let go more with each stroke. Allow old goals to fade as you realize you want less stress, and instead focus on desires that are so simple. Filling up with the desire for more muscle… showing off and using your muscle… just a simple man that works hard but doesn’t have to think about it… and because you’re not full of stress, you have so much energy at the end of the day. Energy to go out and embrace the dumb, horny jock inside.
That’s right, Freddie. Going deeper with each stroke, and letting go more with each stroke. Just allow yourself to forget about all your worries… to forget all your stress. None of that matters.
You know deep down you can live without that stuff. All you need to do is accept that desire to be simple.
A simple man. A simple mind. A simple job. Not needing much. Such simple desires. Muscle. Sex. Nothing else really matters. Just so simple.
“Coach, the simple life fuckin’ rules.
I shoulda done this sooner. I love what I do, and when I go home, I can actually enjoy myself.
If I go to the bar for a hook-up, no worries, just means I paint a bit later the next day.
And I’m gettin’ so good with my hands. Wanna see?”
“Thanks for meeting me on my break Coach. Your fitness motivation really helps me dress to impress in these designer suits.”
Those must cost you a lot.
“I could buy a million and still not feel the impact. Do you realize how many suckers are out there willing to invest their money in this scam? Wow, I can’t believe I just told you that.”
It’s good to trust your Coach. Now how about we relax….
I see you got some new tattoos.
“Nip ring too Coach. Me love new look.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not wearing a suit before.
“Me give ’em all away. Me decide be simple.”
So no more investment scams?
“Me was whore for money. Me know now am just whore.”
“Chillax, neighbor. Ain’t harming anyone to use your pool when you go to work.”
“I suppose you’re right. Go ahead and relax for now. In fact, if you don’t mind, I may call my bud over as well.”
“If he’s anything like you, I’m sure he’ll enjoy the view. Queers are always staring at my junk.”
“Here he is Coach, all nice and relaxed. You cool with teaching this punk a lesson?”
He didn’t leave much choice. ******* Rob, I know your subconscious can hear me. Relax deeper as I speak to your it now. You love to hang by the pool. Not just any pool, but a private pool like this where you can swim and tan completely naked. Hanging by this pool becomes your strongest desire, the desire growing even as I speak. You are so willing to do anything to hang at this pool.
That’s right Rob, so easy to remain in trance for me. Even in this deep sleep, you know we’re joined by your neighbor. Your desire to hang at his pool is so strong by now that you’d be willing to do anything to hang there. And that means you are so willing to submit.
As you feel your new Master touch his cock to yours, you allow yourself to let go of your free will to him. It’s so easy to just let go, knowing that only in letting go will you get to hang by the pool.
Now go ahead and stroke your cock as you suck your new Master’s cock. Each stroke taking you deeper and deeper into submission.
The more you stroke and suck, the more you just let go. All that matters is that pool. You don’t need to be smart. You don’t need to think. All you have to do is please your new Master… obey your new Master… and when you’re a good boy, he’ll allow you to spend time at the pool.
When your new Master cums on you, you will feel completely owned. For now this is only a temporary transformation. On Monday, you’ll return to normal.
“Is that a good idea Coach? I mean, won’t he report us?”
Deep down he knows this is something he needed to experience. Either he’ll be so ashamed that he never uses your pool without permission again…. or he’ll discover an inner desire for a simple life.
“Fuck dude, I was really your poolboy all weekend?”
“Yes. I hope you learned your lesson.”
“Yeah… but… I was wonderin’ if I could keep using your pool, Sir? Will do whatever you want.”
“I’ll give you one hour by the pool if you let me fuck you first, boy. Then we’ll have Coach make this permanent.”
As you stroke deeper, you feel that inner chav taking over more and more whenever you were that special chain.
Whenever that chain is on, it’s as if you never were properly educated. Just a horny lad that wants to have a good time when you wear that chain.
As I wake you with that chain already on, you will feel as if you are a chav and have always been a chav… and you won’t know otherwise until that chain comes off.
“Fuck I feel mint Coach Let’s go ave some beers and den fuck some bumtingz lads.
You’re bloody bumtingz yerself, maybe ya could just stay in and work mii ass.
This chain sick, innit? Ain’t never comin’ off mate.”
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…
“Me wild. Me shred clothes. Me no need gym. Me muscle here.”
As you look into the mirror in this relaxed state, it’s so easy for you to see your ideal self looking back at you. You’ve worked so hard to become such a powerful, muscular guy that can get by on his muscles. And because you can get by on your muscles, you know you’re finally at the point where absolutely nothing else matters. Only muscle. That man in the mirror loves when he works up a sweat getting even bigger. That man in the mirror loves when his muscles are worshiped. That man in the mirror is a total meathead. Go ahead… reach your arms out to that mirror now….and feel him take over you.
“Fuck yeah Coach, check out my muscle. You wanna feel Coach?
Or you wanna wait til I’m even more pumped after I go lift?”
