First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
My buddy Darnell was having a string of luck on the stock market; his wise investments had paid off. And they were about to pay off for Me too as he hired Me to help mold a new houseboy.
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.
Still, it was fairly easy for Me to get Jaime to relax… and once he did, we started molding him to be more comfortable with his role. Over and over he was reminded of how he should be so grateful for the opportunity and how it felt so good to be making Darnell happy. He was told that it was completely natural that houseboys work in the nude – being naked was going to be his natural state from now on. I had a brief moment of concern when he seemed to wake and smile at Me… but he simply needed to take his clothes off. He slipped off his jeans and boxers as we continued.
Back in trance, I know new I could take things even further – he had already responded so well. It would be easy to make him Darnell’s slave, but Darnell had made it clear he wanted a houseboy that wasn’t mindlessly obedient but who would still love being sexy for my bud. Still, if I wasn’t going to enslave him, I needed to find another way to make him think that he didn’t have any other options so that he would never be tempted to leave. I needed to make him a fitdimwit.
And that’s exactly what I did as I allowed each stroke to make him dumber.
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.
For a while, all he could do was stare at his dick… but then he finally spoke up.
“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’!”
Being a houseboy meant Jaime would have his own room rent-free so long as he kept up with his duties around the house – including the sexual duties he was now more than willing to let my buddy use him for. And Jaime was now primed and ready to show his boss just how much he appreciated the job.
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.
I decided to skip past the individual training and told the young twinks what worked best – stroking each other as they listened to Coach’s voice. “Come on, Coach, you really expect us to jerk each other off?”
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.
Soon Keaton was being fucked by his Alpha buddy, and I had him continue his tranced stroking and training even as he was fucked so that I could enhance this submissive nature. We needed a guy like him on the team… though I’d still have him focus on improving his body, he would become a team manager. And what he would be managing would be the team’s sexual needs. Both of them loved letting go more and more. They did not realize just how dumb they were getting, or how much they would love it. Sully and Keaton would soon be going to the registrar’s office and changing courses. Any dreams of big careers simply involved too much work, and what good is that in this short life? Isn’t it better to just be simple? Of course they both agreed… being simple is best.
After a few more sessions in their dorm room, I invited all four guys to the locker room to meet up. One quick phrase was all it took to get them to slip out of their clothes and begin stroking into a deep trance for Me. As usual, Dash and Orion found it easiest to go into trance stroking each other, but I soon had them mixing up in different pairs so that the idea of all being on one team would build in their heads.
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.
Noah was the type of guy that thought he was all that, and let people know it. His university’s star swim athlete, he was known just as much around campus for his bullying ways as he was for his accomplishments. On the rare occasions he showed up for class, he would sit in the back and mock other students he felt were nerds and geeks – whom he would later threaten until they helped him with his coursework. The one thing he did still care about was swimming, and he knew he needed good grades to stay on the team. I happened to catch him napping in the locker room as he waited for some nerds to finish his assignments. A hung jock, he was not shy about napping in the nude…. and I simply couldn’t resist giving him a few suggestions as he dozed.
When he woke, I wasn’t sure if it had been my suggestions that made him so comfortable chatting me up in the buff, or if it was his natural confidence. Either way, I had planted the seeds about how I could help him with his swimming.
“What’s up, Coach? I was waiting for you and guess I dozed off.”
Oh yeah? What about?
“Well, I overhead someone talking… not even sure who, just seem to kind of remember… that you do hypnosis to help jocks perform better. Do you think you could help me become a better swimmer? I mean, sure, I’m the best here, but I want to go even farther with my swimming career.”
Sure, Noah. My most effective technique involves stroking your cock, so go ahead and get comfortable in that chair. It’s time to be a good boy and stroke for Coach.
Thanks to my earlier suggestions, Noah didn’t give a second thought to how the phrase ‘good boy’ made his cock throb.
It didn’t take long before Noah’s eyes glazed over as he slowly stroked to my voice and suggestions. Even before his eyes closed, I could tell his mind was emptying of all thoughts. Little did he know, that they soon would empty of so much more.
You see, Noah wasn’t a dumb jock. Not yet. Sure, he didn’t do his homework, but that was because he was conceited and entitled, as he bullied and manipulated other kids into doing it. But that was not the kind of guy I wanted representing the team.
But in order to make him friendlier and more polite, I had to make him forget. And with guys like Noah, it’s not enough to make them forget about their ego… because if they remember at all that people lust for such a stud, it does not take long for that ego to come back. The only way to make it stick is to dumb them down to the point that they won’t think about how others treat them. All they can do is love how good it feels to be such a dumb, friendly jock.
So that’s just what I did, and it wasn’t long before Noah had zoned out completely – yet his dick was still so hard.
Deep down, this is what he wanted. This is what he craved. He hated himself inside for how he treated others, so he wanted to let go and lead a more simple and happy life. And as soon as he came, it was as if he was cumming out all the IQ that had drained down from his brain.
By the time he woke up, he didn’t even realize he had changed. He didn’t get why others were so intimidated by him… he was just a dumb friendly jock. But as word spread about how Noah had changed, the reception got much friendlier.
Noah came to the next swim meet early, more than ready to compete. This is what he had been training all week for – it’s not like he had much else to think about. Plus he knew he had geeks to be fucked by. Yes, you read that right – the very geeks that the former bully used to fuck over, were now fucking him. I conditioned Noah to believe that cum up his ass would help him perform better… and all the gay geeks were eager to sign up for the next chance to fuck such a hot dumb jock.
Given how dumb I had made the former jerk, it was the only way to keep up his grades so he could stay on the team. Yet none of the gay geeks minded… because instead of being used by a jerk, they were now getting to use the hottest stud on campus.
I’m not sure if Noah had been gay before – guys like him often are repressed or closeted. But it was easy enough to convince him that being fucked made him a better swimmer… and breaking personal bests and school records reinforced that freeing himself of all that toxic behavior as well as all unnecessary brains, truly helped him become one with the water.
Even if it started as a belief that it made him a better athlete, Noah had soon accepted he loved being fucked up the butt, and came out as gay. He was even profiled by a website that profiles gay athletes who are accepted by their teammates and schools.
Of course, there was no one Noah loved to be fucked by more than Coach.
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Coach actually works pretty hard to make sure stories look good when seen on a laptop; however Coach has realized that some of you might be seeing more white space than others depending on browser size (I think mobile stacks the photos and text, so is less of an issue). I’m presenting the same story below but saved as formatted photos. Let Coach know which way you like better (as well as if viewing from a laptop, tablet or smart phone), or if it makes a difference at all.
Kevin was enjoying himself on safari when he thought he saw something in the distance. As the rest of his group were busy snapping photos of some animals, he snuck off to see what it was that had drawn his attention. As he walked past a hidden jungle habitat, he couldn’t believe the amazing specimen he saw before him – muscled yet lean, flexible… a true jungleman. They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity, lust building all the while….
Suddenly, the jungleman ripped off his loincloth and pounced on the vacationing man. Taken aback, Kevin was easily knocked to the ground. Before he could gain his bearings, the jungleman’s dick was slamming into his throat.
It didn’t take long before any initial resistance had vanished completely. Kevin couldn’t help but give in to him. That musk … one might think living in a jungle would make you stink, but it was the right kind of stink… the kind of natural mansmell that made you want to smell that scent as much as possible. And of course, the scent was strongest around his groin, the scent on his balls just smelling so amazing.
Soon, all thoughts of being on a safari had vanished, for it was becoming harder to think at all about anything but the lust. It didn’t take long for clothes to shed as Kevin shifted positions so he could more eagerly suck the jungleman’s cock.
The jungleman’s leaking precum was already starting to affect him in ways he didn’t notice.
For example, Kevin was oblivious to how his muscles were already starting to transform. He was growing stronger, yet his muscles were starting to become leaner and more defined. And as he continued to suck off the jungleman, he did not think much of it when the sexy stud placed his calloused hand over his head. Yet, soon his head was becoming even fuzzier…. as if the jungleman was starting to drain away all his intelligence and memories. Brief glimpses of an old life would flash in his mind at times… yet it was starting to become difficult to focus on. Who had he been on safari with? A wife? A boyfriend? Friends? …. The jungleman shoved his big cock even harder inside his head. As a huge load exploded in his mouth, the devolving man remembered. “Me… me always jungleman.” The wild man changing him moved to his backside, ready to fuck his new junglemate.
It didn’t take long for the jungleman to explode inside the adventurer once again. Now filled with cum from both sides, the man once known as Kevin could feel the final changes to his physique take shape. But it was more than that. Soon, his hair was growing longer, and primal instincts were kicking in to replace the memories and knowledge he had forgotten. Though a small tattoo from his old life remained, to him it seemed like nothing more than a birthmark. This was now the only life he had ever known – a life of no inhibitions, no restrictions – just the wild.
That meant both surviving the wild as well as having as much wild sex as possible. And while that was usually with his junglemate, it wasn’t long before another explorer found himself getting drawn into the jungle and started feeling lust for the almost-naked man, wearing only a primitive necklace. The explorer soon found himself on his knees… those manscents from the groin again proving too much for ordinary men to resist.
Soon this explorer would become part of the jungle too – but he didn’t know that yet. All he knew is that he had to strip down and get this new jungleman’s cock to cum in both is mouth and his ass.
“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.
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