Karl had been coming to My gym for a while now, and he was becoming a real musclehead. Of course, I had been helping him with that. He dropped for Me so easily as he began to let his brains drain down to his cock. It always felt so good to think with his dick because what his dick wanted was more muscle. Hard muscle made his dick hard, and his hard dick made him want more muscle. It was such a simple way to live, and it felt so good to live so simply. Karl loved being a simple musclehead that was so easily aroused by muscle.
Even, and perhaps especially, his own muscle turned him on. After his work outs, Karl loved to flex and pose for Me. His hard dick would continue to throb as he flexed his hardening muscles. Fuck he felt so pumped up after a session. It was like every lift he did made his dick harder, and as if flexing now made him more aroused than ever. It also made him so very horny for Coach, and when he was done flexing for Me, he would start to assume the position. His gleeful grin showed Me he was loving being simple. Simply getting bigger. Simply loving to flex.
And simply loving to get fucked by Coach.
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Noah was the type of guy that thought he was all that, and let people know it. His university’s star swim athlete, he was known just as much around campus for his bullying ways as he was for his accomplishments. On the rare occasions he showed up for class, he would sit in the back and mock other students he felt were nerds and geeks – whom he would later threaten until they helped him with his coursework. The one thing he did still care about was swimming, and he knew he needed good grades to stay on the team. I happened to catch him napping in the locker room as he waited for some nerds to finish his assignments. A hung jock, he was not shy about napping in the nude…. and I simply couldn’t resist giving him a few suggestions as he dozed.
When he woke, I wasn’t sure if it had been my suggestions that made him so comfortable chatting me up in the buff, or if it was his natural confidence. Either way, I had planted the seeds about how I could help him with his swimming.
“What’s up, Coach? I was waiting for you and guess I dozed off.”
Oh yeah? What about?
“Well, I overhead someone talking… not even sure who, just seem to kind of remember… that you do hypnosis to help jocks perform better. Do you think you could help me become a better swimmer? I mean, sure, I’m the best here, but I want to go even farther with my swimming career.”
Sure, Noah. My most effective technique involves stroking your cock, so go ahead and get comfortable in that chair. It’s time to be a good boy and stroke for Coach.
Thanks to my earlier suggestions, Noah didn’t give a second thought to how the phrase ‘good boy’ made his cock throb.
It didn’t take long before Noah’s eyes glazed over as he slowly stroked to my voice and suggestions. Even before his eyes closed, I could tell his mind was emptying of all thoughts. Little did he know, that they soon would empty of so much more.
You see, Noah wasn’t a dumb jock. Not yet. Sure, he didn’t do his homework, but that was because he was conceited and entitled, as he bullied and manipulated other kids into doing it. But that was not the kind of guy I wanted representing the team.
But in order to make him friendlier and more polite, I had to make him forget. And with guys like Noah, it’s not enough to make them forget about their ego… because if they remember at all that people lust for such a stud, it does not take long for that ego to come back. The only way to make it stick is to dumb them down to the point that they won’t think about how others treat them. All they can do is love how good it feels to be such a dumb, friendly jock.
So that’s just what I did, and it wasn’t long before Noah had zoned out completely – yet his dick was still so hard.
Deep down, this is what he wanted. This is what he craved. He hated himself inside for how he treated others, so he wanted to let go and lead a more simple and happy life. And as soon as he came, it was as if he was cumming out all the IQ that had drained down from his brain.
By the time he woke up, he didn’t even realize he had changed. He didn’t get why others were so intimidated by him… he was just a dumb friendly jock. But as word spread about how Noah had changed, the reception got much friendlier.
Noah came to the next swim meet early, more than ready to compete. This is what he had been training all week for – it’s not like he had much else to think about. Plus he knew he had geeks to be fucked by. Yes, you read that right – the very geeks that the former bully used to fuck over, were now fucking him. I conditioned Noah to believe that cum up his ass would help him perform better… and all the gay geeks were eager to sign up for the next chance to fuck such a hot dumb jock.
Given how dumb I had made the former jerk, it was the only way to keep up his grades so he could stay on the team. Yet none of the gay geeks minded… because instead of being used by a jerk, they were now getting to use the hottest stud on campus.
I’m not sure if Noah had been gay before – guys like him often are repressed or closeted. But it was easy enough to convince him that being fucked made him a better swimmer… and breaking personal bests and school records reinforced that freeing himself of all that toxic behavior as well as all unnecessary brains, truly helped him become one with the water.
Even if it started as a belief that it made him a better athlete, Noah had soon accepted he loved being fucked up the butt, and came out as gay. He was even profiled by a website that profiles gay athletes who are accepted by their teammates and schools.
Of course, there was no one Noah loved to be fucked by more than Coach.
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Coach was feeling frisky, but thankfully one of his hot jocks was still in the locker room. All it took was a mention of Aaron’s trigger and the ripped athlete began to automatically respond, his eyes becoming blankly obedient and his hand going immediately to his already-hardening cock.
He had just put his shorts back on after the shower, but they were about to come off again as he submitted to his Coach.
Aaron obeyed Coach as he slipped a cock ring on and then began to stroke along to Coach’s hypnotic voice. “You are so horny for your Coach, Aaron. A good jock is a a horny jock. You are a jock. You are horny. Good jocks please their Coach. You are a jock. You will please your Coach. Coach would be pleased if he got to fuck your ass. There is nothing you want more than to be fucked by Coach.”
By the time he woke up, Aaron would forget all about the hypnosis – but he would show Coach how ready he was to be fucked by immediately assuming the position.
Trey was grateful that Coach let him accompany him out to the farm for the weekend as he badly needed a break from his rigorous studies. It was so peaceful as he took in the fresh country air, the sun beaming on him as he breathed deeply. “Relaxing, isn’t it?” Coach asked – but before Trey could answer, Coach just kept chatting about how relaxing country life was. Trey decided to just listen. It was relaxing. Peaceful. He took a deep breath and relaxed more. The fresh air was stimulating. He started to fondle his cock. It felt so good out here. His cock deserved to take in the country air too.
As Coach’s talk about the relaxing country life and the fresh country air continued to stimulated him, Trey began stroking along his cock. Everything was so simple out here. Hard work, sure, but as a simple farmhand, he wouldn’t have to make the big decisions. He could just enjoy the hard work, and being worked over. Fuck, the thought of being worked over was making him so horny. He’d build such a muscled body planting seeds each spring, but all he craved was Coach’s seed. By the time he woke, Trey had forgotten all about his studies – the farm was his home now.
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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…
Danny had been showing up late for our intramural soccer league on a regular basis – so as Coach, I kept having to make him stay late. Little did he know he kept dozing off during our chats, always making him forget just how much of my puppet he was becoming. When he showed up at my house one day saying he wanted to quit the team, I told him he couldn’t. “You can’t make me keep playing!” “Oh yeah?, ” I responded. “Watch this.” When I asked him to take off his shirt, he did. When I asked him to lick his muscles, he did. “Sir, what’s going on?” He couldn’t believe he had just called me Sir.
Just a couple more commands until he was naked, stroking into a deep trance as I finished his programming. I hadn’t planned to complete it this soon, but we needed him on the team. And because he wanted so badly to please Coach now, he was going to make soccer a priority. Not only would he stay on the team, he would never be late again. And just to test that hypnosis, I woke him up and asked if he was ready for Coach to use his hairy hole. And boy was he.
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