That’s it jock. Just becoming more and more focused with every rep. It just feels so good to become that muscled jockslave. Simply needing to workout for Coach. More submissive with every curl. Simply needing to obey Coach. Growing stronger for Me with every curl. The bigger you get, the more obedient you become. The more obedient you become, the bigger you want to get. Just more and more of a muscletoy for Coach.
Feeling that programming we did at the end of the last workout, kicking in now. That stroke training has been planted deep in that submissive mind, and every rep is helping those suggestions to now become permanent. More and more mindless. More and more muscled. More and more obedient. Just an obedient muscle toy for Coach.
Before we continue with the workout, go ahead and strip off that shirt. That’s right. Just stripping away, just as you have stripped away all resistance with every session. With every stroke, your inhibitions further disappeared. With every stroke, your will power had faded more and more. With every stroke, you were left transforming further into that obedient muscle toy. You rest when needed, but it also feels so good when you do get to lift for Me. It feels so incredible to push for that one more that you know will make Coach happy.
Now go ahead and get those weights on the rack that will help you to push those pecs to grow even more for Me. When you’re ready, position yourself on the bench and feel yourself continuing to focus on your growth. Growing stronger. Growing bigger. Growing more obedient.
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That shower is just so relaxing, and it feels so good to relax after a hard workout just like that. You have enjoyed building that muscle for Coach, and that water hitting that hard body just feels so good. It helps to loosen up all tensions in those muscles as it becomes so easy to feel all stress washing away. It helps to loosen up all the worries and insecurities in your mind, as all doubts begin to wash away. And it helps to loosen up all those remaining inhibitions as all resistance to being reprogrammed washes away now. Last, but not least, i helps those memories inside of you to loosen up as we begin to wash those away too. Soon we’ll finish stripping away your clothes as we also finish stripping away your past. Just let all those old memories wash away. It is simply so easy to just let go of your old life. Let go to the pleasure as you are reprogrammed.
As you lather up with my special shampoo and soap mix, you can inhale that aroma. Just breathe it in as your mind becomes more and more blank. This special concoction helps to brainwash you further and further. And in this relaxed state, it’s so easy to just let any remaining old memories rinse off as you scrub clean. That’s it, soldier. Allow your memories to just swirl down the drain as you open your mind up to my reprogramming.More and more ready to be written by Coach’s hypnosis as you find yourself learning about who you are now. About how you feel so good to obey. About how you love to work out and build muscle. About how you love to show off that muscle. About how you love to recruit others into services. You are now a soldier in my muscle army. Working out for Coach. Eating right for Coach. Showing off for Coach. Growing Coach’s muscle army.
I had this all written before lunch minus the titles and tags, then got busy and forgot to come back to it. So technically not Friday anymore, apologies for that; at least it is being late on a free one and not a rewards one. 😛
A former soldier, Blaise had seen enough pain in the world that all he wanted to do was forget it all. He had turn to Me, and I helped his already buff-from-the-military physique grow even bigger as his mind seemingly grew smaller. He began to get more and more comfortable with the idea of showing off his body as I simply helped him let go to his inner himbo of a musclehead. A history of obeying orders helped the muscle jock drift easily into trance, but overcoming some of the inhibitions still took some work. It helped when I found ways to connect the plans I had for his future working at a resort, to his past service in the army. For example, while he had been reluctant about loving to show off his muscles, there was a big shift when I began programming that jockstraps and trunks were his uniforms now.
Thinking of the apparel as a uniform seemed to work well for the military jock. When he worked in the cabins, he was to wear a jockstrap at all times. Beyond appropriate footwear, that would be all he wore with a few exceptions – at times an apron if working in the kitchen, and sometimes a tie when we had a more formal conference taking place at the resort. Businessmen seemed to love the added touch of the tie and how it’s placement in the deep divide of his pecs seemed to accentuate his chest. Even better was how the tie seemed to point down right to his giant bulge.
Often, Blaise took a more outdoor role, wearing trunks as he greeted guests for guided tours in the surrounding nature.
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He didn’t even realize how dumb he’d been getting. Every session had strengthened it more, but it was only meant to be triggered when he wore that hat. Such a fitting hat for a dumb jock. He was supposed to take it off when he needed to focus, but he found himself craving that feeling of being simple. He loved wearing that hat, and he loved coming back to Me so that Coach could make those suggestions stronger and dumb him down even further. I could also tell he was getting to be more of a horny jock as he eagerly complied with suggestions to strip down. Still, he hadn’t yet stated he wanted it to be permanent though, so I continued to suggest it be temporary.
As you continue to work that cock in this very relaxed state, I want you to think about the 69 hat you are wearing even now and how it represents everything you have wanted to be – a dumb, horny jock.
And that is what you will be anytime you wear this hat from now on. It’s as if putting it on your head temporarily snuffs out all the brain cells that make you smart. When you take it off, those brain cells can breathe again and you’ll be back to functioning normally for your job. But any time you put it on, you feel as if it snuffs out any intelligence and leaves you as a completely dumb, horny jock. Eager to 69. Eager to have that ass worked over as you play with it even now. And just so very simple, and that simply feels so very good.
Jerry was a bit worried for his job. His bosses had tied in his performance with how well he was able to train their newest hire, but the information just wasn’t clicking with Leland. Even if Jerry could have thrown Leland under the bus, he didn’t want to… despite being frustrated his protege wasn’t “getting it,” he genuinely liked the guy. Desperate for solutions, he found a program for ‘Following Orders’ online. ‘Maybe that will help,’ he thought. ‘He just needs to stop second-guessing himself and do what I’m telling him, and he’ll be a pro in no time.’ He didn’t really think through any possible other consequences besides improved performance.
And yet, as he began playing the program on his desktop, it was having a definite affect on his associate. Leland was building with a desire to obey, yet it seemed the programming had less to do with work performance and more about pleasing one’s Superior. With his own mentor right there, Leland’s lust built for Jerry, and he was soon making his newfound desires known.
Jerry was surprised but relished in the attention. Surely to be that quickly affected, it must be what the muscle jock had wanted deep down? And it’s difficult to say if Leland had been crossing on his trainer before – he was more than crushing on him now. Soon he had stripped off their clothes and began worshiping Jerry’s cock.
Roman had been conditioning to be a total meathead, his muscles swelling up more and more as his mind became more and more simple. Yet, he hadn’t quite embraced flaunting his muscles… even as I had conditioned him to think less and less, he remained a bit on the shy side. I had to get him to truly give in to the muscle lust. “I dunno what it is Coach. I just kinda feel silly posin’ and flexin’ and stuff.”
It’s alright, meathead. Let’s work on taking you deeper down. As he drifted into a deep trance, I helped Roman let go of his last remaining inhibitions.
He had been becoming a muscle god, and it was time he felt like a specimen worthy of being worshiped. His muscles were meant to be shown off, and getting to see those muscles shown off would make so many people so very happy.
It just feels so good to know that your muscles fill others with pleasure. Their pleasure becomes your pleasure. You feed off of their lust andd desire. You crave their worship more and more. And every time you see your muscles in a mirror from now on, you will know without a doubt that you are a muscle god worthy of worship.
Emiliano had always been pulling pranks on his buddy Remy during their years studying in the ROTC program together. It often resulted in the two of them getting in trouble, and Remy worried it might undermine his hopes of a military career that would lead to an early retirement. The program already had Coach’s services on hand to help motivate the boys for fitness, but Remy sought to see if I could help in other ways. Soon after, I began some one on one training with Emiliano, who would be instructed to view Remy as his Superior. Soldiers are already programmed to obey orders, so it was quite easy.
As the military stud inspected the specimen before him, he asked: “Are you ready to serve the men who serve your country?” “Sir, yes Sir!” Emiliano replied without hesitation.
It was not uncommon for gay jokes to abound in a military environment, and Emiliano had been one of the top offenders. He had been unaware that his favorite prank buddy was himself gay, as Remy had so far kept closeted as he prepared to serve. Now, knowing his fellow army jock had been programmed to obey, Remy couldn’t resist the urge to test just how much Emiliano would obey.
Angus had wanted to become a stereotypical Aussie jock for as long as he could remember… a fitdimwit of a surfer dude from Down Under. While I couldn’t change where he was really from, I could help explore the fantasy through a special trigger… and that’s just what I was doing as I had him focus on a pair of special briefs. As he drifted into a deep trance, he learned that he would transform as soon as he put them on.
As I woke him, Angus couldn’t help but feel excited. “You really think this will work, Coach? I mean, I am getting hard just thinking about!,” he said as he took off his pants and felt his bulge through his boxers.”
Only one way to find out, I replied.
As soon as he slipped on the briefs, it was an immediate transformation… he was nothing more than a dumb jock speaking with a bad accent. “Crikey, mate, I feel like a proper grommet!” It might not have been a perfect Australian, but it fit his idea of what a dumb jock Aussie would sound like.
Since we were in the privacy of his place, I didn’t see the harm in a bit of roleplay. Actors put on different accents all the time. But as he felt up his body and expressed desire to stay that way forever, I wondered if there was anything I could do. Acting for a film or stage production is one thing, but acting that way all the time was another.