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A Meathead’s New Role
“Damn, Coach, I fuckin’ love bein’ more of a meathead. You got me so pumped up. Gonna be easy findin’ a guy to fuck me now.”
Hold up, jock. Obedient Meatheads take off their shirt.
“Yes, Sir, Coach.” 
“Uh, Coach, what was that?”
You didn’t think I was transforming you for free, did you, jock? You’re going to be molded as Coach thinks best.
And being molded and trained by Me means you love obeying Me. So just enjoy giving in to your trigger as I tell you that Obedient Meatheads Flex now for Coach.
“Yes, Sir, Coach.”
That’s a good jock. Just admire that physique I’ve been pushing you to get. Look at all those gains we’ve achieved together. Feel all that power and confidence you now possess. And it is for those reasons that a big stud like you shouldn’t be letting anyone but Coach fuck you from now on.
“What do you mean, Coach?”
I mean that unless you’re showing Me just how grateful you are for your transformation, you’ll be topping from now on, stud. But don’t worry, I’ll help you to feel as if you’ve always been a top deep down. Just take this masturbation sleeve here and begin slowly thrusting into it, as I thrust you down deep into trance at the same time.
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A Total Sucker
Wade was the type of straight bloke that thought calling someone a cocksucker was the most hilarious of insults – yeah, he wasn’t too bright to begin with. All of which made it all the easier for Me to start secretly programming him when I saw him at the same gym. I was buddies with a lot of the staff there, and they easily agreed to let me swap out some of the music that played there. Slowly but surely, I had been getting in his mind while also slowly “befriending” him, offering at first just to help spot him during some lifts. Finally, I had the courage to ask him over to “watch the game.”
“There’ll be other folks there too, right? This ain’t just some excuse to try and get me to suck your cock or somethin’, is it?” My hypnosis had helped him to accept my sexuality when I told him, but obviously he still had a ways to go at that point. “Nah man, there’ll be a few of us,” I lied. “Just drinkin’ beer and watchin’ pigskin like bros do.” When he arrived, I said that the one that was picking up the others had gotten a flat on his way, but they’d arrive soon.
Thankfully, the chance to program him in person as I put a spiral up on the TV allowed me to adjust his memories so that he left feeling as if he’d enjoyed a nice day of drinking beer with buds – something that would then become a weekly tradition. I always DVR’d the game so he at least saw the end – all the better to convince him he’d seen the whole thing.
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Each week, I took things just a bit further – things like convincing him it was hot so let’s watch the game with our shirts off, progressing until being nude around each other seemed perfectly normal to him. I suggested that when we did watch the bits of the real game, he focused on how amazing those athletes looked with all that muscle and under all that gear. But most of all, as had been my plan all along, I slowly started to instill inside of him a desire to suck cock. Now, unaware of how programmed he already was, he had asked – seemingly of his own free will, as far he was concerned – to use my shower. A shower where I knew he would see the dildo I had left out. “Dude, what the hell is this?”