“Hey Coach, what brings you by?” Brody asked innocently enough. I had been working with him for some time on muscle motivation, but I knew the hot jock was now responding well enough that we could take him to the next level.
Within minutes I had him stroking for Me, every nice slow thrust of that hand over his dick taking him deeper and deeper… while also making him dumber and dumber.
Brody had been selected to be one of My fitdwimits, but first we had to make him love being such a dumb jock for Me. The eager stud had no problem imagining that his brains were draining down into his dick. His dick was hard… thinking was hard. He should just think with his dick.
And when he orgasmed, he would cum out some of his brains… or so he believed… and it would leave him a bit more permanently dumb each time.
Brody made an excellent addition and loved being a horny fitdimwit for his Coach.
Mikey had become so comfortable going into trance for Coach. He was almost completely comfortable being naked for a session now, though his last remaining bit of modesty had him covering up with a towel at the start.
Still, Coach felt Mikey was ready to become one of his fitdimwits, and soon Mikey was stroking right along to Coach’s suggestions about dumbing down. It just felt so good as he let go of all resistance and gave in to the pleasure of being so simple.
Coach also reinforced Mikey’s commitment to muscle – and his love for showing off to Coach. “Flex your arm right now and sense how strong you feel. The more you work out, the more that is all that matters. You do not need to think about anything else. Only about building muscle and pleasing Coach.”
Coach loved seeing the hairy stud flex while entranced. After the flexing, Coach returned to dumbing him down, leaving him feeling like his brain was traveling down to his thick dick.
When the jock woke, he kept starting at his cock. “Wow, Coach., my brains is small to fit in my dickhead, huh?” His mind was now as fuzzy as his body, and we both loved him this way.
James was so arrogant. The rich prepboy loved to boss me around at the exclusive club where I worked.
Little did he know that I had started mixing a special drug in his drinks. It started making him so horny for me, his smirk changing to a lustful gaze. When he loosened his tie and unbuttoned a little, I knew he was mine – for the special concoction also made him more suggestive.
He came back to my place for some hot sex, then crashed.
As he slept, I played relaxing music for him. But you and I both know it wasn’t just music. There was also my voice, guiding him and transforming him.
He slowly started becoming less and less of a snob and more and more of a dumb thug. Although he was already in decent shape, he became more obsessed with working out. After a few weeks, he even went to the tattoo parlor and started getting inked up. Soon he would be a boxer ready to fight in – or throw – any match for me.
For Jimmy, as he was now known, may have now appeared as a cocky boxer to the outside world… but whenever he came home to me, he was ready to get down on his knees and be my good boy.
We sold his condo, and I used that money to quit my job and focus on training Jimmy. Soon he didn’t even remember the condo, the club, or any of his old life. He was just a guy from the streets that was so glad I saw potential in him and is so willing to do anything for me.
Tonight is his first match, and the odds are against him – but I have a feeling he’ll win. I shipped his opponent a special case of his favorite sports drink a week ago…. mixed with my special concoction. I think I’ll give him a call to wish him luck in throwing the match right now. 😉
That’s right jock. Each stroke relaxes you further. And as you relax, you know there is a part of you deep down that has wanted to be a dumb, horny jock. Yet, you’ve resisted letting go, afraid of disappointing others. Yet, when you enter that pool, you can simply allow relaxation to wash over you. No pressure. Just pleasure washing over you. Washing off all those fears. Washing away all that overthinking. And the longer you stay in that pool, the dumber and hornier you will become.
“Thanks for allowing me take a dip in your pool Coach. It’s quite refreshing.”
Yes. It’s such as simple pleasure but feels so good.
“I never thought about it like that. It’s like having a realize… why can’t I think of that word?”
You don’t need to think of it. Just enjoy yourself.
“Fuck Coach, I never get to just do that. But you is right.”
You getting out jock?
“Not yet bro, feelin’ so horny though I gotta do somethin.”
You still worried about disappointing your folks?
“Who care what they think. Better no think. Me young an’ horny, gotta have fun.”
That’s right jock. You saw how hot it was to see your bud Emmet let go of his inhibitions and just have fun with his hot jock body… deep down, you realized you have wanted the same thing.
And that’s why it’s so easy for you to just let go more and more with each stroke.
Simply allowing all extra knowledge fade away as you stroke, your old self fading away as the dumb, horny jock inside of you takes over.
As we near the end of our session, I want you to feel the rest of your brain traveling down, down, down to the head of your cock.
That’s right. You will fully believe from now on that your brain is in your penis. It is what you love to think with.
When it’s hard, it is your dick telling you what you need to focus on. It’s so easy to just be a dumb jock who thinks with his dick.
“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.
“If you want to keep playing football at the collegiate level, your grades must improve. Drastically.”
“Bro, you gotta let me play.”
“And what do you expect to do when you graduate?”
“Flex my muscles for money, man. Me not need degree. Just play.”
“Do you have your dick out?”
“Fuck dude, don’t ‘member takin’ it out.
Just had a sesh with Coach. Left me super horned up.”
“It’s cool Embry. I didn’t realize you were in the FitDimWit program. Now that I know, we have some other options.
Go ahead and take off all your clothes.”
“Now get on the desk.”
“Fuck Teach, you ain’t even my type but it feel so good to do what you say.”
“It’s professor, and that’s because Coach has made sure all you dumb jocks do anything to please us in exchange for playing sports. In fact I’ll make you a deal… the longer you can keep my dick up, the more I’ll bring up your grade.”