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Judd was new to the collegiate team and really had been bonding with his team captain, Cedrick. Of course, the subliminals in My hypnosis motivation tracks had been helping with that. And yet, even though Judd had dumped his girlfriend months ago, he couldn’t quite get over the hump of being sexual with a man.
There were times he came close, ready to taste the tip of Cedrick’s big dick – but he always seemed to back out of actually putting it in his mouth.
As the two came over for more programming, I emphasized that lust more and more – but I also positioned Judd in such a way that he would feel safe. Safe in his bro’s arms, as Cedrick held him tight during their make out session. Soon the boys were relaxing naked in a deep trance.
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Archie and Kaleb had been some of the top athletes on the college tennis team, but lately they had been dropping the ball – often all too literally.
I wasn’t sure why, but soon I discovered that they were wasting a lot of their energy with horseplay, pranks, and other activities that distracted them from playing their best on the court. It was time for Me to help them improve their focus and better manage their energy, so they were to attend mandatory training at Coach’s home.
When they showed up for training, I knew I had to keep them separate during their reprogramming, or they would distract each other – so I put them in separate rooms.
I began playing some of my special audio for Kaleb until he was drifting into a nice trance. I quietly exited, and proceeded to enter the bedroom with Archie for some one-on-one training.
You haven’t had enough energy out on the court, so we’re going to try something different. I want you to stroke your cock for coach and feel all that blood coursing through you as you get pumped up – but don’t cum. We’re going to unleash all that energy on the court. I have Kaleb doing the same thing in the other room.
Both of you will find that your unleashed desires will boost your energy on that court, for it’s only win you win a match that you will both be allowed to next orgasm.
For hours, the jocks edged into trance, finding that level where they could be left feeling incredible energy – energy they were not to release until after a win.
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Dawson was having difficulties tapping into his true potential when he joined My team in college. After a string of losses, I decided it was time to help him tap into his inner strength.
I had him cover over with one of his teammates, Scott, who just so happened to be a FitDimWit jockpig that helped to service the team as needed. And Scott was more than ready to help service Dawson, getting in position as I had Dawson focus on his ass until he fell into a deep trance. It was a trance he would remain in, his mind more and more open to suggestion, as Scott lubed up his dick with his saliva.
Scott slid on top of the tranced jock as I began further training Dawson.
The more you fuck Scott, the more of a jock you become. You’ll be so focused on winning. And most of all, you find that the more you fuck your teammate, the stronger you start to feel – for you always find that fucking other men makes you STRONG.
The words sank in more and more as I repeated them during their fuck session. Dawson was feeling himself become stronger – not just physically, but in all ways.
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“You really notice changes Coach? You’re not just sayin’ that?”
I definitely do, stud.
At one time, Gabe had been incredibly studious, on track for a Ph. D. But like many students, he began to get burnt out by both the stress and costs of higher education. He’d already been enjoying My hypnosis to get motivated for the gym when he decided he’d become even more of musclehead. Although he was only beginning to transform his body, I could tell his mind was already enjoying being so much simpler. It’s why he enjoyed looking in the mirror at his growing physique so much.
“Awesome Coach.
Damn, look at these muscles. Love how swole I’m gettin’.
Just gotta keep getting pumped up ya, Coach.
Fuckin’ love how hard my pecs are gettin’, Coach.”
That hard muscle just makes you hard too, doesn’t it, stud?
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added; though delayed by a week due to travels and wanting to promote the new himbofication file. More files coming soon. Original version of this story here.
Petra was finishing last year of college, but he was beginning to have regrets about choosing to study pre-law. The idea of many more years of law school for a field he was finding increasingly partisan and tedious simply had lost its lust. He knew his father, a name partner at one of the city’s top firms, would be disappointed if he dropped out. The fear of disappointing his dad had been enough to keep him on track, but that fear disappeared when he caught his dad having an affair with his secretary. Angry over his pop’s betrayal of his mom, Petra decided it was time to let go of expectations and obligation. He had grown a bit envious of one of his friends that was having a blast as a go-go dancer after also dropping out of the university, and that friend referred the young jock to Me. I had him find a comfortable position where he could just relax to my voice.
As we worked on having him let go of any feelings of familial duty, it soon become clear how much he was loving to let go – and every piece of clothing he removed helped him to let go further as I continued to hypnotize him, his button-up shirt the first to go as his eyes continued to glaze over.
You find yourself letting go more. Simply letting go of all those inhibitions. Letting go of all that stress. Just so ready for a simple life, with a simple mind, and a simple job perfect for a body like yours.And so it continued until I awoke the sexy young stud, now a horny fitdimwit ready to show off for Me. “Yo Coach! I’m gonna book a gig down at the strip joint. Wanna see my moves?” The lad stood up and buttoned his jeans back up, only to begin undoing them again – this time sexily dancing as he did.
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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.
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Just stroke for Coach as you look in the mirror. And as you stroke, visualize yourself growing bigger. Getting stronger. That’s a good boy.
With every stroke you want to please Coach more. And what will please Coach is when you build more muscle. Coach wants to see you get bigger and stronger. Coach wants you to become that stud of a baseball jock.
You feel that desire to be a muscle jock get so intense, that you absolutely must work to fulfill that desire. You must do what it takes to please Coach. You must do what it takes to excel on the team.
Feel that power to hit home runs. Feel that strength to throw that ball where it needs to go. It feels so good to let Coach mold you into a more perfect muscle jock.
You are such a good boy for Coach and you will send Me progress photos along the way. Good boys show off for Coach. You are a good boy. You show off for Coach.
“Coach, you’re really helping me get strong. Thanks!” Good boy. I’d love to see more of your muscles. Let’s see just how strong.
“Been killing it in the batting cages. Have so much power now thanks to you, Coach!”Good boy. Coach is so pleased to see your progress.
Hope you can make a game – would love to properly thank you after.” Good boy. In the meantime, you can thank Me with some more sexy photos – I know it feels so good to show off for Coach.
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Tony was always mouthing off at the gym. “Are you dumb? You should do it like this if you want gainz, moron.” His advice wasn’t bad, but it would have been better if he had a different approach. Something with more tact.
Perhaps just a big, friendly oaf of a guy.
Of course the know-it-all was certain I couldn’t get him relaxed… but soon, he was already starting to think with his dick. It was far too easy to get him to comply when I suggested stripping… and as his dick throbbed, I realized just how much he enjoyed submitting to My voice. He’d become more than just an oaf – he’d become MY oaf.
“Was I out long, Sir? Can’t remember nuthin’. Nuthin’ much of anything, really.”
“Feels good though, doesn’t it, to be so simple?”
“Yes, Sir. Just wanna obey.”
“Not needing to remember anything but how to build that muscle and how to please me. There’s really no need to think about anything else, is there?”
“No, Sir, you’re right. I reckon all I need to know is that I’m your muscle slave.”
From then on out, Tony was always much more friendly with his workout advice. He knew he wasn’t better than anyone else… and he knew becoming a friendly trainer at My gym was going to please Me.
He’d also make an invaluable recruitment asset to find more fitdimwits. The type of men that weren’t there just to grow muscle, but also to forget all worries. Guys that looked at a mostly mindless meathead like Tony and said, “I wish I could be like him.”
But he wasn’t completely mindless as his mind did think to ask Me a question…. “Maybe I oughta know one thing, Sir…
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Oscar had been a star player on the college wrestling team. While not the biggest guy, he was very scrappy, often surprising other opponents in his weight class. Unfortunately, he also loved to use some of those moves on the underclassmen. He was also president of a wrestling frat on campus, and he made sure everyone in the house worshiped him like a God.
I brought him in for some of our usual workout motivation, but this time I had something else in mind. It wasn’t unusual for Oscar to grab his large package during trance, and I was going to use that to My advantage as I encouraged him to rub it. And of course rubbing it felt so good, and I told him to rub it… so surely it must feel so good to do as I say.
Soon his whole hand was in the boxer briefs stroking into trance.
Every stroke relaxes you more. Every stroke relaxes you deeper.
And yet the more I talked about submission, the more those shorts bulged out.
Ready to be a good boy. More submissive to your Coach with each and every stroke.
And when I started talking about how he would love to be fucked by Me, he even started to pull down his briefs.
Not yet boy. First you must earn it. First you must worship Me like the God I am.
And worship Me he did, as he dropped to his knees and took a position of submission. My programming had worked its way deep into his subconscious, and there was nothing he desired more than to please his new Master.
He offered up praise to his new God – and then he offered up his services. He was desperate to make Me proud.
“I submit myself to you, Coach. You are my Master. You are My God. I humbly kneel before you, and lower myself to your feet. This is where I belong.
Let me worship them. Let me lick your feet clean and massage them. Please allow me, Sir. It’d be such an honor to serve as your humble footslave, Master. Or maybe you would rather I massage your shoulders, or worship your cock. Anything you want, Master. Anything to earn Sir’s cock in my ass.”
After this, he was much more humble in his frat and with his teammates. Sometimes he even let the freshman fuck him. He was the wrestling star with nothing to prove – except for wanting to prove his devotion to Me.
As the two came over for more programming, I emphasized that lust more and more – but I also positioned Judd in such a way that he would feel safe. Safe in his bro’s arms, as Cedrick held him tight during their make out session. Soon the boys were relaxing naked in a deep trance.
It was time for Me to help them improve their focus and better manage their energy, so they were to attend mandatory training at Coach’s home.
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Good boy. I’d love to see more of your muscles. Let’s see just how strong.
The above is fantasy, but the hypnosis is real! And so is the sexy underwear –