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Unlock with PatreonFlashback Friday: HypnoBondage
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
“Do you have any experience with bondage, Coach?”
That’s actually an area I could use some more practice with, jock. Though there is one exception to that. I do have some experience with hypnobondage?
“Hypnobondage? Like, just suggesting a jock feels tied up? Yeah, right, Coach. Like that’s going to work.”
My other hypnosis has worked on you and left you loving to flex for Me like the dumb jock you now are. There’s no reason for you to doubt Me now, jock.
“What? I don’t flex for ya, Coach.”
You don’t, eh? Good jocks love to strip down for Coach. Good jocks love to flex for Coach.
“I don’t, Coach.”
Then why are you naked and flexing for Me right now, jock?
“I … what…. I don’t remember, Coach.”
That’s okay, jock. Why don’t you get comfortable and begins stroking for Me now…. that’s it… just start stroking that cock until you’re ready to relax even deeper and deeper for Me…
Rooftop Recreation
Studying Sucks
Return to the Stage
Present
Hey jock, what are you doing here?
“You asked for my presence, Coach?”
No, I asked for your presents.
“Yeah, presence, Sir!”
Sometimes I make you guys just a bit too dumb, don’t I?
“I dunno, Coach. I think I’m pretty smart.”
Isn’t thinking hard for you, jock?
“You’re right, Coach. Hard to think. Think with dick. Dick getting hard.”
That’s it, jock. So easy to just drift back down for me as you become my present. Simply present here and now, even as you let go more and more and presently become so very simple….while also becoming my special birthday present for today…. and it’s funny how the word present can mean two different things, present here and present for Coach, and yet the same thing at the same time because you are a present who is present for Coach.
Yearbook Memories
A Change of Pace
Virtual Escape
Muscle God Worship
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.
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