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A Simple Singlet
“Fuck, Coach, what you do to me?
Feels fantastic bro.”
Good jock. I guess you don’t quite remember your stroke training though, do you, jock?
“Stroke session? What you mean Coach? My thoughts is hazy.”
You wanted me to implant a trigger in you that you would be a dumb jock whenever you wore that singlet. Remember, jock? “What? I ain’t no dummy, Coach!”
Only when wearing your singlet. Don’t worry, jock, you’ll be back to your normal personality and intelligence as soon as you take it all the way off.
“You ain’t making no sense Coach. This is how me always is,”
There are times when Coach realizes his hypnosis trigger worked so well, the other person doesn’t even realize they are triggered. In such cases, it can sometimes be best to play along until Coach can trigger them back to normal.
You’re right, jock. I was confusing you with another guy on the team.
“It’s okay Coach. I get confused by stuffs alls the time.”
Thanks for understanding jock. Something smell good?
“Fuck yeah Coach. Love the smell of my pits after gettin’ all sweaty and stuffs.”
You didn’t wear any deodorant, huh, jock?
“Fuck no, Coach. A meathead like me loves to get ripe and rub our scent on the guys we wrassle with.”
Do the other jocks like that?
“Makes them want to be pinned down by me, if ya know what I’s mean Coach. Damn, just thinkin’ about wrasslin’ is getting me a bit horned up Coach.”
Is that so, jock?
“Yeah Coach, maybe I oughta rip this singlet off so ya can pound me from behind.”
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Visiting Hours
Lost and Found
Caleb wasn’t entirely sure what had led him to pack a bag and hit the open road that day. He felt like he simply needed to go on a hitchhiking adventure, but yet he also felt like he had to go down a certain road instead of stand near a highway with more traffic. And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!” It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortable enjoy being outdoors.
Yet any time he tried to think about why he was there or if he should go home, his mind started to become fuzzy. The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides? Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.
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