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First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
Jaime had already been serving in the role for about a month, but it was obvious his head wasn’t in it. He had never wanted to take this position, but he had been forced to drop out of college to help out his family. And while their situation had improved, his job outlook had not. It didn’t help that my friend wasn’t Jaime’s type – a point he made sure I knew as he showed off his lean body.
All your knowledge from school starts to travel down to your dick… all your brains are just traveling down to your cock… and when you cum… you’re going to find that you ejaculate everything that made you smart. That’s right. You’re going to cum your brains out and be left as one of my fit dimwits….
By the time he did shoot his load, he would think it had been high school he had dropped out of… but he didn’t mind. He had lucked out with a great job where he didn’t really need to think…. unless it was with his dick. And it was nice knowing he would never have to want for anything. He was free. Free of the stresses of the working world. Free of needing to worry about things like rent or utilities. Free from restrictive clothing. Free of inhibitions.
“Bro. Being a house boy is tight as fuck. Don’t gotta think. Just gotta work it. All I do is pump muscle, landscape, and let the old man fuck me. Price I gotta pay for the good life, ya’know, Coach?
But dude. The place is sweet. And I love just doing. Don’t got to think ’bout nothin’!”
Sully and Keaton were jealous of a couple of guys across the hall, Dash and Orion. They were never shy about being seen going to the showers or anything like that. Sure, it seemed like they only got into college based on sports scholarships because it certainly wasn’t academics, but their carefree attitudes appealed to Sully and Keaton, who were both on the nerdier side and always felt like they were trying so hard to fit in – during the few times their harsh academic schedules allowed a break.
What they didn’t know was that their beach-loving buddies were only so carefree because they had each gone through My fitdimwit training program, dumbing down as they stroked for Coach, before being paired together. Both had made excellent subjects and soon they would often stroke each other into trance for more of Coach’s hypnosis to dumb down.
It’s the first step in learning to let right go of what others think, instead left so carefree and left so simple. And I know I am right that this is what you both have been left wanting deep down, because I see those dicks have already been left standing up. So go ahead, boys, and stroke for Coach.
Soon I was instructing the young men on how they two would now be dumb jocks. What I didn’t expect was how instructing the boys to think with their dicks would make Keaton crave dick so much – for his inner jock loving to sexually submit.
Each stroke reinforced that it was best to just think with their dicks. After all, thinking is hard. Their dicks are hard. Why not just think with their dicks? Fuck it felt so good. And though Sully had never been much for sports before, he soon found himself becoming one of the star athletes on the team.
As for Keaton’s place? He soon found it, down on his knees. To think with his dick meant to crave dick more than anything else, and he knew that leaving his teammates satisfied would give him more pleasure than anything else. He jerked and sucked off his teammates until they are all ready to explode at the same time.
As their climaxes approached, he sat down and awaited for their cum – his mouth open ready to swallow as much of it as he could. All of them were dumb jocks, but Keaton also had become a total cum pig, loving to serve all his fellow fitdimwits.
“You’re going to love feeling all of my bulges. Go ahead and feel your favorite bulge right now.” Sir Jack flexed his left arm, his biceps forming a nice big bulge. But as Reece instead went for his bulge, the big hairy bear knew the young man had sufficiently fallen under his control.
“Good boy,” he said, sending a wave of pleasure over Reese’s body. “It’s time to learn to love my scent. Keep feeling how your favorite bulge gets even bigger as you go ahead and spend some time in my pits now.”
The once-preppy Reese would have been repulsed at the thought in the past – especially since Sir Jack was all about natural scents and had a strong musk to him.
But the conditioning had him more than eager… and his own bulge began to grow too.
The young twink pulled down his hairy Sir’s pants and took it all in. The more he inhaled, the more he knew he needed more of it. He had to have Sir’s magnificent cock in his mouth.
Sir Jack was pleased as his newly conditioned boy began to deep throat his big dick.
After some time, Sir Jack put his hand on Reese’s head and said, “That’s enough for now, boy. Your training isn’t done yet. Go ahead and take your clothes off.”
The obedient boy complied, following his Sir’s lead in stripping down completely.
Reece found the words becoming true: the more he sniffed, the more he found the smell arousing. The more he found the smell arousing, the more he wanted to sniff. And his dick did began to throb more and more as that smell became more and more arousing to him.
The Sir laid back and enjoyed it, but would occasionally pipe in with another suggestion for the boy. Suggestions about how much spending time with all these smells made him crave getting fucked… how the more he smelled, the more relaxed his hole became, ready for Sir’s thick dick.
And it wasn’t long before Sir Jack had his boy properly rimmed and lubricated before they proceeded to fuck multiple times in multiple positions – and Reece loved that he now was such a good sniff pig for his Sir.
He contemplated what his life might be like if he could just let go of his inhibitions. “Maybe I should search how to become more of a pig,” he mused to himself. But soon, curiosity got the better of him.
As he began playing “Desire to be a Pig” on his laptop, he quickly found himself relaxing to my voice..
His cock hardened as he imagined other men ready to fuck his chiseled physique. He craved a cock up his ass more than he ever had before, and it almost didn’t matter whose cock it was.
Afterwards, he looked out the window once again …but this time was different. It felt so good to look out and see a world of opportunities. Why should he care if he had to work the next morning? Just drink a bit of extra coffee. All his past excuses no longer seemed to matter, and he was in the perfect location to pop down to the gay bar and check out the night’s offerings. As long as both parties were willing, what was the harm in having a bit of fun?
And when those old excuses started to pop back into his head, he just listened to more hypnosis. He was becoming a total sex pig, and he loved it.
“Yes….” they would always respond, often with a stammer. Many couldn’t believe they were lucky enough to be in the presence of such a hot stud. Twink or bear, daddy or pup, all were welcome – as long as they topped.
“Good. Follow me into the bedroom.” Noah’s robe would drop as he led the way and hopped onto bed.
Eager to be with such a hot stud, the lucky guy would begin stripping down himself…. but often not fast enough for Noah’s liking. This latest invite was especially nervous, fumbling as he tried to put on his condom. Once upon a time, Noah might have found the boy cute and the struggle endearing. But his inner sex pig had been unleashed, and now he was a hot stud craving that dick. He looked back to the young jock, simply asking “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
Noah was the type of guy that thought he was all that, and let people know it. His university’s star swim athlete, he was known just as much around campus for his bullying ways as he was for his accomplishments. On the rare occasions he showed up for class, he would sit in the back and mock other students he felt were nerds and geeks – whom he would later threaten until they helped him with his coursework. The one thing he did still care about was swimming, and he knew he needed good grades to stay on the team. I happened to catch him napping in the locker room as he waited for some nerds to finish his assignments. A hung jock, he was not shy about napping in the nude…. and I simply couldn’t resist giving him a few suggestions as he dozed.
“What’s up, Coach? I was waiting for you and guess I dozed off.”
Oh yeah? What about?
“Well, I overhead someone talking… not even sure who, just seem to kind of remember… that you do hypnosis to help jocks perform better. Do you think you could help me become a better swimmer? I mean, sure, I’m the best here, but I want to go even farther with my swimming career.”
Sure, Noah. My most effective technique involves stroking your cock, so go ahead and get comfortable in that chair. It’s time to be a good boy and stroke for Coach.
Thanks to my earlier suggestions, Noah didn’t give a second thought to how the phrase ‘good boy’ made his cock throb.
You see, Noah wasn’t a dumb jock. Not yet. Sure, he didn’t do his homework, but that was because he was conceited and entitled, as he bullied and manipulated other kids into doing it. But that was not the kind of guy I wanted representing the team.
But in order to make him friendlier and more polite, I had to make him forget. And with guys like Noah, it’s not enough to make them forget about their ego… because if they remember at all that people lust for such a stud, it does not take long for that ego to come back. The only way to make it stick is to dumb them down to the point that they won’t think about how others treat them. All they can do is love how good it feels to be such a dumb, friendly jock.
So that’s just what I did, and it wasn’t long before Noah had zoned out completely – yet his dick was still so hard.
By the time he woke up, he didn’t even realize he had changed. He didn’t get why others were so intimidated by him… he was just a dumb friendly jock. But as word spread about how Noah had changed, the reception got much friendlier.
Noah came to the next swim meet early, more than ready to compete. This is what he had been training all week for – it’s not like he had much else to think about. Plus he knew he had geeks to be fucked by. Yes, you read that right – the very geeks that the former bully used to fuck over, were now fucking him. I conditioned Noah to believe that cum up his ass would help him perform better… and all the gay geeks were eager to sign up for the next chance to fuck such a hot dumb jock.
I’m not sure if Noah had been gay before – guys like him often are repressed or closeted. But it was easy enough to convince him that being fucked made him a better swimmer… and breaking personal bests and school records reinforced that freeing himself of all that toxic behavior as well as all unnecessary brains, truly helped him become one with the water.
Even if it started as a belief that it made him a better athlete, Noah had soon accepted he loved being fucked up the butt, and came out as gay. He was even profiled by a website that profiles gay athletes who are accepted by their teammates and schools.
Of course, there was no one Noah loved to be fucked by more than Coach.
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