Previously only available to Patrons, all can now enjoy this story with slight edits as part of Flashback Fridays! Original here.
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. It was as if a part of him felt lost, yet a voice deep inside of his head was telling him exactly where to go.
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!”
He wondered why he kept telling them that when he knew deep down he was meant to hitchhike, but none of them felt right. One was a trucker that seemed like he’d probably want a favor. Another, a mom with some noisy kids. None felt like someone he wanted to hop in with.
It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortably enjoy being outdoors.
More vehicles stopped after this, but he continued to politely decline and insist he was on a walk. 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 immediately began to feel optimistic that this would be that one, as something about that music made him feel safe.
Why was his mind still muddled though? Why did that music call out to to him? He needed to know why it sounded so familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.
So, you like the idea of becoming a porn star, huh, jock? And yet part of you says you are too shy? I can certainly help with that. Why don’t you start by taking off that flannel and getting more comfortable, and then put that special slideshow up on the screens. You know the one – the one with all those hot images of men from your favorite porn scenes that will help to not only inspire you, but also be used in your brainwashing.
That’s a good jock. Continue to strip down as you also begin to strip away those inhibitions and insecurities that have been lingering inside of you. Let them fade from mind, as do all other unneeded thoughts. The more you let go of those doubts and fears, the more you embrace the desire to be a porn actor – and the thought of that is already beginning to turn you on.
Strip down completely now and truly focus on that cock. As unneeded thoughts exit your mind, you realize it feels so good to let go of all that knowledge you simply won’t need anymore. All you’ll need to do is know how to memorize a few lines, follow directions, and work out to keep that body strong and flexible for all those different positions you might be asked to do. Looking good will also help you get more roles, but that’s just part of the equation.Â
. After all, how you perform also matters, and will get to that in a bit. For now, every stroke of that cock is simply helping you to become more simple, just a simple guy that increasingly loves the idea of being seen being sexual. That’s right. The thought of others stroking to you, just as you stroke right now, simply makes you want to stroke more.
This story was previously only available to Patrons and is now free for all in this Flashback Friday. Originally I scheduled it for last Friday but I accidentally put it in Feb. 26th… oops. But the Fridays are free and so a skipped week when Coach is busy editing new recordings and dealing with impersonators can be dealt with; but I won’t make you wait until the 26th to enjoy this Flashback 🙂
I would see Adam at my gym all the time, and every once in a while I would chat him up, slipping in some key phrases to see how he would respond. It soon became obvious to Me that Adam would make a very receptive subject, and it wasn’t hard to take him into trance.
I also knew from our chats that he had a high-pressure job, and I suspected from his body mods that he longed for something else… the suits were to make a living but he had a wild side inside, Coach’s intuition was usually right about these things, but I would soon find out for sure as we finally had the locker room to ourselves. It was time to test how Adam would respond to a full trance.
Just a few simple words as he was starting to change was enough to stop him in his tracks, as clothes became the last thing on his mind. He quickly slipped into trance as his shorts slipped down his legs.
I asked his subconscious what he truly desired and my suspicions were soon confirmed… he wanted a simpler life. I of course emphasized how he could achieve that but only through submission to me. Sure, I could make him feel so simple right now, but it would fade with time. Submitting to me, I could keep him nice and simple for the rest of his life.
It felt so good to be simple, and it was so simple to achieve. One just had to simply submit.
And as he simply submitted, we soon had him out of those clothes and focusing on the pleasure as we transformed him into a dumb horny jock that belonged to Coach. Every twist of his nipples was a twist of his IQ, lowering each time… and yet the more he twisted that nipple and dumbed down, the more that cock hardened thinking of the jock he was becoming. The jock he could only be when he submitted regularly to My programming. He already loved looking the part when the suit was off; those were the kinds of guys that had always turned him on… but body mods aside, he had always struggled to let go of all that work stress. But now he was releasing it all from his mind and becoming just like those guys he had always envied.
He was forgetting all about the stress and tensions of the job, giving into that free-spirited pig of a jock he yearned to be. If submission to Coach was the price, it was worth it. He was so happy to feel his intelligence draining out. Like many of my fitdimwits, he also stared at his dick as he woke… for thinking was hard; his dick was hard – why not just think with this dick? And his dick wanted to be a good boy for Coach. As he came to a more aware state, the dumb jock only had one thing on his mind as he leaned against the lockers and beckoned, “Come an’ get it, Coach!” It wouldn’t be the only time, inviting me over after every sweaty gym session while he was naked or in a jock. And for both of us, it was simply amazing.
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