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Flashback Fridays take an old story and sometimes add a bit more to it! Original here.
Just stroke for Coach as you look in the mirror. And as you stroke, visualize yourself growing bigger. Getting stronger. That’s a good boy.
With every stroke you want to please Coach more. And what will please Coach is when you build more muscle. Coach wants to see you get bigger and stronger. Coach wants you to become that stud of a baseball jock.
You feel that desire to be a muscle jock get so intense, that you absolutely must work to fulfill that desire. You must do what it takes to please Coach. You must do what it takes to excel on the team.
Feel that power to hit home runs. Feel that strength to throw that ball where it needs to go. It feels so good to let Coach mold you into a more perfect muscle jock.
You are such a good boy for Coach and you will send Me progress photos along the way. Good boys show off for Coach. You are a good boy. You show off for Coach.
“Sure thing, Coach!”
Coach was feeling frisky, but thankfully one of his hot jocks was still in the locker room. All it took was a mention of Aaron’s trigger and the ripped athlete began to automatically respond, his eyes becoming blankly obedient and his hand going immediately to his already-hardening cock.
He had just put his shorts back on after the shower, but they were about to come off again as he submitted to his Coach.
Aaron obeyed Coach as he slipped a cock ring on and then began to stroke along to Coach’s hypnotic voice. “You are so horny for your Coach, Aaron. A good jock is a a horny jock. You are a jock. You are horny. Good jocks please their Coach. You are a jock. You will please your Coach. Coach would be pleased if he got to fuck your ass. There is nothing you want more than to be fucked by Coach.”
By the time he woke up, Aaron would forget all about the hypnosis – but he would show Coach how ready he was to be fucked by immediately assuming the position.
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The main one for that is Slave to the Gym which you can find on the recently relaunched musclemesmerizer.com – and despite it’s title, it is not about making you a slave but rather making you feel compelled to have workout and nutrition plans that you stick with because you want to please your ‘Master,’ the gym. Check it out here.
The second file starts with the same induction and also motivates you for that muscle, but it takes a decidedly more erotic turn. Even before the locker room fantasy to come, you’ll feel as if you are aged and dumbed down to a college student ready to be molded by two coaches. You later imagine yourself just a couple years older, now their prized jock, and they have some rewards for you – like letting you feel their flexing muscles and using you sexually like the good jock you are. While intelligence and age return to normal at the end, as do any relationships you have with any coach, you will be left with that drive to hit the weights and build that body.
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Within minutes I had him stroking for Me, every nice slow thrust of that hand over his dick taking him deeper and deeper… while also making him dumber and dumber.
And when he orgasmed, he would cum out some of his brains… or so he believed… and it would leave him a bit more permanently dumb each time.
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Flashback Fridays take an old story and sometimes add a bit more to it! Original here.
I brought him in for some of our usual workout motivation, but this time I had something else in mind. It wasn’t unusual for Oscar to grab his large package during trance, and I was going to use that to My advantage as I encouraged him to rub it. And of course rubbing it felt so good, and I told him to rub it… so surely it must feel so good to do as I say.
Every stroke relaxes you more. Every stroke relaxes you deeper.
And yet the more I talked about submission, the more those shorts bulged out.
Ready to be a good boy. More submissive to your Coach with each and every stroke.
And when I started talking about how he would love to be fucked by Me, he even started to pull down his briefs.
Not yet boy. First you must earn it. First you must worship Me like the God I am.
He offered up praise to his new God – and then he offered up his services. He was desperate to make Me proud.
“I submit myself to you, Coach. You are my Master. You are My God. I humbly kneel before you, and lower myself to your feet. This is where I belong.
Let me worship them. Let me lick your feet clean and massage them. Please allow me, Sir. It’d be such an honor to serve as your humble footslave, Master. Or maybe you would rather I massage your shoulders, or worship your cock. Anything you want, Master. Anything to earn Sir’s cock in my ass.”
After this, he was much more humble in his frat and with his teammates. Sometimes he even let the freshman fuck him. He was the wrestling star with nothing to prove – except for wanting to prove his devotion to Me.
I loved when fresh meat stumbled across my recruitment program….
As soon as I said that trigger though, he was out – and my programming began. As usual, I had him start by showing me his goods – how muscled he was, and how big or not he was. I wasn’t disappointed.
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Little did he know that I had started mixing a special drug in his drinks. It started making him so horny for me, his smirk changing to a lustful gaze. When he loosened his tie and unbuttoned a little, I knew he was mine – for the special concoction also made him more suggestive.
He came back to my place for some hot sex, then crashed.
He slowly started becoming less and less of a snob and more and more of a dumb thug. Although he was already in decent shape, he became more obsessed with working out. After a few weeks, he even went to the tattoo parlor and started getting inked up. Soon he would be a boxer ready to fight in – or throw – any match for me.
For Jimmy, as he was now known, may have now appeared as a cocky boxer to the outside world… but whenever he came home to me, he was ready to get down on his knees and be my good boy.
We sold his condo, and I used that money to quit my job and focus on training Jimmy. Soon he didn’t even remember the condo, the club, or any of his old life. He was just a guy from the streets that was so glad I saw potential in him and is so willing to do anything for me.
Tonight is his first match, and the odds are against him – but I have a feeling he’ll win. I shipped his opponent a special case of his favorite sports drink a week ago…. mixed with my special concoction. I think I’ll give him a call to wish him luck in throwing the match right now. 😉
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That’s right twink… just drift down into a nice deep trance as you feel Brody’s strong muscled physique up against yours…
You love the power that exudes from such a build… and as you feel his fur rub up against you, you also love the pure masculinity.
Brody is a real man… the type of man you wish you could be too.
Go ahead, now, and show Brody just how sexy you think he is… that’s right.
You will swallow his seed, and as you taste it, you will find that it starts to plant the seed in you.
You will want to become a musclebear. But to make these changes permanent, you must be filled from both holes…