Sometimes I make you guys just a bit too dumb, don’t I?
“I dunno, Coach. I think I’m pretty smart.”
Isn’t thinking hard for you, jock?
“You’re right, Coach. Hard to think. Think with dick. Dick getting hard.”
That’s it, jock. So easy to just drift back down for me as you become my present. Simply present here and now, even as you let go more and more and presently become so very simple….while also becoming my special birthday present for today…. and it’s funny how the word present can mean two different things, present here and present for Coach, and yet the same thing at the same time because you are a present who is present for Coach.
Angus had wanted to become a stereotypical Aussie jock for as long as he could remember… a fitdimwit of a surfer dude from Down Under. While I couldn’t change where he was really from, I could help explore the fantasy through a special trigger… and that’s just what I was doing as I had him focus on a pair of special briefs. As he drifted into a deep trance, he learned that he would transform as soon as he put them on.
As I woke him, Angus couldn’t help but feel excited. “You really think this will work, Coach? I mean, I am getting hard just thinking about!,” he said as he took off his pants and felt his bulge through his boxers.”
Only one way to find out, I replied.
As soon as he slipped on the briefs, it was an immediate transformation… he was nothing more than a dumb jock speaking with a bad accent. “Crikey, mate, I feel like a proper grommet!” It might not have been a perfect Australian, but it fit his idea of what a dumb jock Aussie would sound like.
Since we were in the privacy of his place, I didn’t see the harm in a bit of roleplay. Actors put on different accents all the time. But as he felt up his body and expressed desire to stay that way forever, I wondered if there was anything I could do. Acting for a film or stage production is one thing, but acting that way all the time was another.
So, you thought you could sneak into My pool again, didn’t you? That’s right, I said again – I know it’s not your first time, but last time I merely enjoyed the show. Since you were left eager to come right back and hop down into the water, I can only assume you were left really liking it last time… did you wade right in the shallow end or dive right into the deep end, down where you can go even deeper? I bet you would want to go even deeper this time. Down, down, down as you just let go now. Let go of any fears, knowing soon will be left able to enter the pool again… I just want to be left having this chat first… and I bet it feels so nice to think of how nice it will be to strip down for the pool… just like it’s so nice to strip down for Me right now, stripping away inhibitions….
With every stroke, you simply let go more… letting those brains drain down to that cock… there’s no need to think. It’s just so hard… and your dick is so hard… if you must think, simply think with your dick. Think about being here at the pool. Getting to swim. Getting to tan. No cares in the world. Just a simple pool boy. That’s the price of breaking in, and yet it feels like a dream come true… your old life more and more erased… your new life taking over. It’s so wonderful to think about getting to use the pool all the time… and it is so wonderful to think about getting used by a pool of guys. That’s right. Just that dumb jock of a pool boy, ready to serve. Go ahead and look at that cock. Fuck it feels so good to think with it now. Just a simple pool boy.
Peyton was excited to take part of Coach’s special FitDimWit jock training program. Though he’d done well earlier on, college academics had proven a challenge. The chance to forget about all the pressures everyone else was putting on him and just enjoy the college life of a jock was just too tempting. A simple life of muscle, hanging with the bros and sex sounded exactly like what he wanted…. and perhaps even what he needed.
Yet, as he sat there, he seemed to doubt the program’s power. “Wait, you’re saying you’ll be able to trigger me into taking off my shirt? No way, Coach.”
Are you sure about that? Take off your shirt jock.
“Whoa, how’d you do that, Coach?”
It’s easy. Good jocks obey Coach’s instructions. You are a good jock. You obey My instructions.
“But it was so automatic. How’s that possible on the first day of trainin’, Coach?”
Coach smirked. I guess you’re just a natural. I’m sure you’re going to ace this program in no time.
“Ya think so, Coach?”
Sure. Now take off your pants.
“Yes, Sir,” the jock replied as his hand reached for his belt buckle.