Tag Archives: jack off

Flashback 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…

Continue reading Flashback Friday: HypnoBondage

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.

Continue reading Present

Australia

Angus had wanted to become a stereotypical Aussie jock for as long as he could remember… a fitdimwit of a  surfer dude from Down Under. While I couldn’t change where he was really from, I could help explore the fantasy through a special trigger… and that’s just what I was doing as I had him focus on a pair of special briefs. As he drifted into a deep trance, he learned that he would transform as soon as he put them on.

As I woke him, Angus couldn’t help but feel excited. “You really think this will work, Coach? I mean, I am getting hard just thinking about!,” he said as he took off his pants and felt his bulge through his boxers.”

Only one way to find out, I replied. 


As soon as he slipped on the briefs, it was an immediate transformation… he was nothing more than a dumb jock speaking with a bad accent. “Crikey, mate, I feel like a proper grommet!” It might not have been a perfect Australian, but it fit his idea of what a dumb jock Aussie would sound like.

Since we were in the privacy of his place, I didn’t see the harm in a bit of roleplay. Actors put on different accents all the time. But as he felt up his body and expressed desire to stay that way forever, I wondered if there was anything I could do. Acting for a film or stage production is one thing, but acting that way all the time was another.

Finally an idea hit Me.


Continue reading Australia

Simple Submission

Ridge needed some help with his new boy, Grey. The skinny jock was eager to submit to his inked-up Sir, but his tendency to overthink things kept getting in the way. Although it wasn’t a full power exchange, Grey still found light submission to Ridge difficult as he felt so self-conscious about if he was doing things the proper way.

I soon came in and helped to ease his mind enough that he began to go into trance for Me. After some initial work alongside Ridge, I requested some one-on-one time with Grey. “Sure, Coach. I trust you to take good care of my boy. But do me a favor and make sure he’s really focused on my cock when he comes back in. Seeing you trance him is makin’ me horny!” I nodded in agreement as I led Grey to a private area.


With the submissive already in a light trance, it was easy to have him strip down for Me so he could properly begin a stroke session. I then had Grey watch a spiral I pulled up on My phone, stroking to the words flashing along the spiral while My voice simultaneously began to help him let go. With every stroke, he was simply letting go more and more of the inhibitions and insecurities that had been keeping him from truly submitting.  Every stroke simply helped him to think less and less – if he didn’t need to think, he wouldn’t overthink… and if he did need to think, he could just think with his cock. I took his phone from him so he could give in to that growing lust, fully feeling it as I had him visualize serving his Sir.
Continue reading Simple Submission

Good Jocks Obey Coach

Peyton was excited to take part of Coach’s special FitDimWit jock training program. Though he’d done well earlier on, college academics had proven a challenge. The chance to forget about all the pressures everyone else was putting on him and just enjoy the college life of a jock was just too tempting. A simple life of muscle, hanging with the bros and sex sounded exactly like what he wanted…. and perhaps even what he needed.

Yet, as he sat there, he seemed to doubt the program’s power. “Wait, you’re saying you’ll be able to trigger me into taking off my shirt? No way, Coach.”

Are you sure about that? Take off your shirt jock.


“Whoa, how’d you do that, Coach?”

It’s easy. Good jocks obey Coach’s instructions. You are a good jock. You obey My instructions. 

“But it was so automatic. How’s that possible on the first day of trainin’, Coach?”

Coach smirked. I guess you’re just a natural. I’m sure you’re going to ace this program in no time.

“Ya think so, Coach?”

Sure. Now take off your pants.

“Yes, Sir,” the jock replied as his hand reached for his belt buckle.


Continue reading Good Jocks Obey Coach

Muscle on the Mind

Jameson was missing the gym. As much as he had enjoyed zoning out to some Tiger King and Animal Crossing, he was beginning to fear those bad habits – fine in moderation, but not in excess – were replacing his good habits that had helped him develop some solid muscles. As he searched for ways to stay motivated for muscle, he came across My hypnosis and realized that now was the perfect time to act on a desire he had always had deep down but never knew was possible until now… he just wanted to forget about everything else and become a total meathead. So I started to relax him.

That’s it…  just feel that bulge in your pants already swelling bigger as the idea of becoming a total meathead begins to turn you on more and more. Go ahead and slip your hand down those pants now. Feel how much you want this. And because you want this, you will let go and give in to these desires. Even as you work out from home, you will still be obsessed with muscles – doing those push-ups, those chair dips, those moves with items of weight that continue to make you strong and pumped up. You’ll continue to eat for that muscle, as you fuel your growth. And nothing else will matter to you during this time than that muscle.  
Continue reading Muscle on the Mind

Starting From the Bottom

“Yo Coach, I been training with your files and was wonderin’ if it was too late to join the team.”

Sure, but you’ll have to start from the bottom and work your way up, jock. 

“Why would I bottom? I’m hung like a horse, Coach.”

That’s not what I meant, jock. Which files exactly have you been listening to?

“Here’s my playlist, Coach.”



I see. Well, I definitely think we can find a place for you. I would like to see the goods, but you should also know that the position I see you in is as a bottom.  

“Nah, Coach. I an’t no bottom. Look at this fuckin’ monster.”

Some guys are left feeling that an average cock is easier to work right with and is left comfortable right to them. And since the team fills up with many young jocks, many are left needing to be broken right in. Just as you are left needing to relax right now.

Continue reading Starting From the Bottom

The Contractor

Jax was a local contractor who was building quite the reputation –  and not a good one. It seemed he was always scheming for how he could prolong projects and add unexpected “costs” to the budget – all so he could pocket more for doing less. Knowing that gossip isn’t always right, I gave Jax the benefit of the doubt and hired him for a job – but I also kept close tabs on him. Hidden cameras around the place proved the rumors were sadly true.

Since I worked from home, I began playing music more loudly. It helps Me focus on work while you guys are making all that racket. He sneered in response. “Whatever you want, boss.” He probably figured it was time to grab his earbuds, but then he found that the music was actually kind of catchy. Before he knew it, it was time to clock out.

Within a few weeks – when the project should have been done, but having received excuse after excuse along the way – it felt like the subliminals were finally beginning to sink into his subconscious as I noticed his eyes struggling to stay open on one of the hidden cams. I entered the room.

It’s getting hard, isn’t it, Jax? Go ahead and feel it. It’s so right to just enjoy it as you go ahead and remove your shirt now and feel up those hard nipples too.


That’s it Jax. You’ve been thinking for so long about how to make an extra buck but sometimes it just feels so much better to not think at all. And with every tweak of that nipple, you find yourself just letting go more and more. Letting go of that need to always be thinking. Letting go of all your inhibitions.

The weeks of programming had set the groundwork, but I knew the only way to make sure he wasn’t screwing over others was to ensure that being screwed by Me was all he now craved. His growing desire to please Me would help him to work so much harder on the job.


Continue reading The Contractor

Another Dumb Himbo

“Yo, Coach, I’m feeling like such a jock! Loving that I’m starting to get ripped for you. I’ve been curious to try being a dumb jock but I already am just an average student, what if I get too dumb?”

Then we’ll just have to find a way for you to make a living off that body, won’t we, jock?

“I don’t know Coach. I’m usually pretty shy.  But I would love that. There’d be nothing better than just being a total himbo.”

Good boy. Sleep, jock, and strip for me. That’s it, just let go to My voice as you also let go of all that timidness and all those inhibitions.


As you stroke that dick for me now, you feel all of your intelligence draining down into that cock with every stroke.

It just feels so much better to think with your dick. Thinking with your dick feels good. It feels good to put your brain there. And a littler head means less room for all those unimportant things, so just forget more and more about all those subjects you learned in school and everything else until your brain is small enough to fit in your dick.

That’s it, everything is simply draining down now. Resistance is draining away. Inhibitions are draining away. Your intelligence is draining away.


Continue reading Another Dumb Himbo