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It’s time to reinforce your training, Everett.
“Whatchya mean trainin’ Coach? I ain’t been on one of your teams since college.”
That’s right. You’ve had a simple life here at the farm. You love the simple life, don’t you, jock?
“Fuck yeah, Coach. All the chores keep me nice and lean and I ain’t gotta worry about no one else but makin’ sure Boss is happy.”
That’s why I’m here, boy. Boss says you’re starting to ask too many questions.
“Whatchya mean I’m asking too many questions?”
Everett unbuttoned his pants then flexed for a moment, pausing. “Ain’t I only supposed to get naked for Boss?”
This is for Boss. I’m training you for Boss. So you can also get naked in front of Me too. Good boys strip down when told by their Superiors. I am your Superior. You are a good boy. You strip down for Me right now.
“Yes Sir,” the jock responded as he finished slipping off his jeans.
Stripping away those inhibitions as you strip down, and stripping away that intelligence too.
“Uh Coach, how did we get here? Last thing I remember was being called to your office.”
I wanted to have a chat with you away from it all. I hear you’ve decided not to go to college this fall.
“Yeah, just seems like a waste of time; rather hang with my new crew.”
Well, Mickey, they aren’t a good influence, which is why I want you to spend the summer out here instead.
You were compelled to strip when you woke up, and the more you take off, the more you strip away your city past and reveal the country boy that’s been lurking inside.Just go ahead and let go… you won’t have to do much thinkin’ here so you’re also becoming dumber and dumber… and by the time you’re naked you’ll forget you ever lived in the city.
“What ya yappin’ about Sir?”
Seems like you’ll do just fine here. I’ll be back in the fall so we can explore all your options… Given how much the simple life appealed to you though, I think you’ll find you’ll rather like it here.
“Darn tootin’ I will, Sir… there ain’t no life better than a country life!”
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“Coach, I’m tired of the big city. I feel like half my day is spent stuck in traffic jams, and by the time I get home I don’t feel like working out.
I want a simpler life. I don’t know what. Maybe something out in the country. Just away from it all, with more time to focus on my body.
Do you think you can help?”
I’ll do my best. Why don’t you go ahead and relax for me… and we’ll work on giving you a simpler life.
“Mighty fine of ya t’come visit me on th’ farm, Coach.”
You like it better than when you lived in the city then?
“City? I’ve allus lived in th’ country suh. Country fella through an’ through. Love workin’ hard on th’ farm an’ on mah muscle.”
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“Why you think Coach drop us out here man?”
“Not sure, bro. No phones or nothing. We ‘spose to walk?”
“Got a better idea to pass the time.”
“Here?”
“What? Nobody can see us.”
The jocks didn’t know Coach had been programming them for months with this exact scene in mind. Both had been implanted with a desire to try outdoor sex.
But the real suggestion came with the smells of the farm. The hay. The more they breathed it in, the more the seeds of suggestion began to take over.
And the longer they spent getting each other off in the hayfield, the stronger the suggestions began to ring true.
‘You belong here.’
‘You crave the simple life of hard work.’
‘You crave the muscle you’ll build from chores.’
‘The more you breathe in that smell of hay, the more you want a new life as farmboys.’
I thought you two would be off exploring. Ready to head back to the city?
“Nah, this is where we belong.”
“Yeah Coach. We’re going to get huge workin’ out here like real men!”
-Coach would come back for them after they had bulked up, but he didn’t let them in on his plan. Before long, the combo of real labor & home-cooked meals had turned the twinks into beefy farmboys.-