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.
All you want in life is big muscle. You will do anything for it… including become a muscleslave.
You want to get bigger not just because we both like the way it looks, but because love the thought of using your muscles to help protect your Master.
As you look in the mirror now, you can see it now… you are becoming a bodyguard. Allowing your mind to be so simple as you simply rely on your instincts and strengths. Building your body even bigger so you can guard even better.
“Oh just you Coach. Whatchya doin’ here man?”
I just came to see how you liked helping secure your master’s property slave.
“Love it Coach. He off pickin’ up supplies. Me guard. Just did round. How about a quickie before me check again?”
I was a nerdy-jock in college until last month. You know, a straight-A student at uni that technically was on the football team, but I didn’t get to play much. I wasn’t a star jock, just a benchwarmer, and thus wasn’t very popular. I wished I could be more like those guys that can just relax and have fun. A cocky jock fratboy type.
One day sitting in my dorm, I decided I had finally had enough. I desperately searched the Internet for ways I could become preppier, manlier… anything that made me more of a jock than I was. As I was surfing on the internet for solutions or a manual to do that, I saw an interesting link about hypnosis and magic mumbo-jumbo for mental and body transformation. I entered into the site when a text popped up on my screen. Its title was “What’s your inner jock personality?”. I was excited about the title of course, but also in part because the geek in me enjoyed quizzes.
“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.
That’s right, Freddie. Going deeper with each stroke, and letting go more with each stroke. Just allow yourself to forget about all your worries… to forget all your stress. None of that matters.
You know deep down you can live without that stuff. All you need to do is accept that desire to be simple.
A simple man. A simple mind. A simple job. Not needing much. Such simple desires. Muscle. Sex. Nothing else really matters. Just so simple.
“Coach, the simple life fuckin’ rules.
I shoulda done this sooner. I love what I do, and when I go home, I can actually enjoy myself.
If I go to the bar for a hook-up, no worries, just means I paint a bit later the next day.
And I’m gettin’ so good with my hands. Wanna see?”
“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.”
“Thanks for meeting me on my break Coach. Your fitness motivation really helps me dress to impress in these designer suits.”
Those must cost you a lot.
“I could buy a million and still not feel the impact. Do you realize how many suckers are out there willing to invest their money in this scam? Wow, I can’t believe I just told you that.”
It’s good to trust your Coach. Now how about we relax….
I see you got some new tattoos.
“Nip ring too Coach. Me love new look.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not wearing a suit before.
“Me give ’em all away. Me decide be simple.”
So no more investment scams?
“Me was whore for money. Me know now am just whore.”
“Chillax, neighbor. Ain’t harming anyone to use your pool when you go to work.”
“I suppose you’re right. Go ahead and relax for now. In fact, if you don’t mind, I may call my bud over as well.”
“If he’s anything like you, I’m sure he’ll enjoy the view. Queers are always staring at my junk.”
“Here he is Coach, all nice and relaxed. You cool with teaching this punk a lesson?”
He didn’t leave much choice. ******* Rob, I know your subconscious can hear me. Relax deeper as I speak to your it now. You love to hang by the pool. Not just any pool, but a private pool like this where you can swim and tan completely naked. Hanging by this pool becomes your strongest desire, the desire growing even as I speak. You are so willing to do anything to hang at this pool.
That’s right Rob, so easy to remain in trance for me. Even in this deep sleep, you know we’re joined by your neighbor. Your desire to hang at his pool is so strong by now that you’d be willing to do anything to hang there. And that means you are so willing to submit.
As you feel your new Master touch his cock to yours, you allow yourself to let go of your free will to him. It’s so easy to just let go, knowing that only in letting go will you get to hang by the pool.
Now go ahead and stroke your cock as you suck your new Master’s cock. Each stroke taking you deeper and deeper into submission.
The more you stroke and suck, the more you just let go. All that matters is that pool. You don’t need to be smart. You don’t need to think. All you have to do is please your new Master… obey your new Master… and when you’re a good boy, he’ll allow you to spend time at the pool.
When your new Master cums on you, you will feel completely owned. For now this is only a temporary transformation. On Monday, you’ll return to normal.
“Is that a good idea Coach? I mean, won’t he report us?”
Deep down he knows this is something he needed to experience. Either he’ll be so ashamed that he never uses your pool without permission again…. or he’ll discover an inner desire for a simple life.
“Fuck dude, I was really your poolboy all weekend?”
“Yes. I hope you learned your lesson.”
“Yeah… but… I was wonderin’ if I could keep using your pool, Sir? Will do whatever you want.”
“I’ll give you one hour by the pool if you let me fuck you first, boy. Then we’ll have Coach make this permanent.”
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