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.
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.
Beau was excited that he might get to join the college team, but first he had to pass the physical from the team doctor. He felt pretty confident as he waited and was surprised when the doctor that walked in was fairly young himself. Dr. Schneider began to ask the basic questions, yet Beau found his delivery to be somewhat monotone. It was making him rather sleepy. Of course, that was the point. I had too many jocks to hypnotize myself, so I enlisted Dr. Schneider’s help.
It wasn’t long before Beau had slipped into a trance, and Dr. Schneider continued his “examination” by stroking Beau’s dick as he programmed the jock on My behalf. Of course, Dr. Schneider would get to use the jock as payment for the services, and that was definitely part of his programming as he made Beau so horny for his cock. But he also helped Beau to feel his intelligence draining down into his cock – a cock that would explode when the brains were fucked out of the jock. There wasn’t much need to think on Coach’s team – and if one did think, all they had to do was think with their dick. After all, his penis had a head too.
As Dr. Schneider began to fuck him, the suggestions took deeper hold and Beau’s mind went blank. It turned Dr. Schneider on to see the blank expression on the increasingly dumb jock as he started to pound Beau’s ass harder. Beau felt so good to be becoming a fitdimwit because he knew it meant he was definitely making the team, and yet when he did cum, he just stared. He couldn’t believe his brains had been fucked out! Thank goodness he had his second head to think with.
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.”