“Do I really have to wear this dumb hat, Coach?”
All the jocks will be dressing up for the holiday party. An elf hat is the least you can do to get in the holiday spirit, and I can help you not care about what anyone else thinks if you’re worried about feeling silly in it. All you need to do is to begin to relax for Me as you get so nice and comfortable. 
And as you make yourself more comfortable, it’s so easy for you to begin stripping away those inhibitions as you also strip off that shirt. Simply feeling so good to let go to My voice more and more.
Resistance fading because there is no need to think about any of that other stuff any more. In fact, you find that the hat seems to be blocking any thoughts from being thought at all, and yet it feels so good and so right to be blocked from thinking. And all those thoughts that might need to get out can just drain down to your uncut penis instead.
It feels so good to realize that as thinking gets harder, so does your cock – and your cock will get harder and harder as you continue to listen to Coach. The more you let those thoughts drain down, the more room there is in your mind for pleasure. And as that pleasure washes through your mind, it begins to feel more and more like Christmas cheer – and this is how you will feel whenever you wear this hat from now on. Wearing it automatically transforms you into a simple-minded elf that thinks with his dick.
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It feels so good to realize that as thinking gets harder, so does your cock – and your cock will get harder and harder as you continue to listen to Coach. The more you let those thoughts drain down, the more room there is in your mind for pleasure. And as that pleasure washes through your mind, it begins to feel more and more like Christmas cheer – and this is how you will feel whenever you wear this hat from now on. Wearing it automatically transforms you into a simple-minded elf that thinks with his dick.
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Still, as the muscle jock flexed in the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel his muscles should be used for more. Ignorant that his new tracks had been conditioning him to feel that way, Carter simply kept flexing until his phone rang. 
And the more he began to worship his muscle, the more he realized his muscle was meant to be worshiped. He was an Alpha, and he needed to show off that muscle. He needed to make other men submit to his muscle. The thought of that turned him on more as he began to lick his own biceps.