First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
“Coach, I thought I was here to help inspect some of your newest jocks. Why is he wearing scrubs and thinking he’s a doctor?”“And there it is. Definitely not a fellow physician if he’s using a stethoscope down here.”
Well… why don’t you go just ahead and give him an examination now. He should be very compliant for it once you start.
“Alright, you heard Coach. Let’s begin our thorough exam of all your orifices. We’ll check out your jockhole and then move on to your throat.”“And it looks like My indicator stick is standing right up, jock. I’m going to have to really get in there and do a deeper examination.”
Emiliano had always been pulling pranks on his buddy Remy during their years studying in the ROTC program together. It often resulted in the two of them getting in trouble, and Remy worried it might undermine his hopes of a military career that would lead to an early retirement. The program already had Coach’s services on hand to help motivate the boys for fitness, but Remy sought to see if I could help in other ways. Soon after, I began some one on one training with Emiliano, who would be instructed to view Remy as his Superior. Soldiers are already programmed to obey orders, so it was quite easy.
As the military stud inspected the specimen before him, he asked: “Are you ready to serve the men who serve your country?” “Sir, yes Sir!” Emiliano replied without hesitation.
It was not uncommon for gay jokes to abound in a military environment, and Emiliano had been one of the top offenders. He had been unaware that his favorite prank buddy was himself gay, as Remy had so far kept closeted as he prepared to serve. Now, knowing his fellow army jock had been programmed to obey, Remy couldn’t resist the urge to test just how much Emiliano would obey.
“I’m not so sure about this coach. I mean who knows what’s going to happen.”
Like I said Noah, your subconcious is what will decide what you will become. So, really, you already know what you will become. It’s all there in your brain. And when you’re done being a jockboy, you just take off the jockstrap and revert to normal.
“Yes, sir.”
Let’s start by having you stroke into relaxation.
By the time we’re finished, you’ll accept completely that you’ll feel like a new man as soon as you put that jockstrap on.
And that new man, that real you, will feel absolutely incredible.
“Whoa, fucker, I feel fucking awesome! I feel like I could pound the whole fuckin’ soccer team.
Why the fuck was I so fuckin’ hesi-… hesi-… uh, why was I such a dweeb about putting this thing on?”
One moment, Noah.
“Call me N-dawg, coach.”
Okay, N-dawg. Up against the lockers for me. I gotta inspect your ass before you get out of here.
“Yes, coach!”
Oh, and then I think Nate wanted to get fucked by you later.
“Fuck yeah, coach! I’m never gonna take this fuckin’ jock off!”