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Warning: Hypnotic language for dumbing down is used below.
“Heck yeah, Coach! Just look at these abs!”
“What do you mean, Coach?”
Well, of all the seniors on the team, I’ve noticed you have incredible stamina when you’re using the rookies.
“Your Alpha?”
Yes, jock. I need an Alpha that can help train good submissive cocksuckers – an Alpha that can be sucked on for hours and hours, again and again.
Think about how hot that does sound to you, and how much it stirs your cock. Hasn’t it always felt so good to just think with that cock? It’s helped you to think about getting that muscled body. It’s helped you to think about scoring, in more ways than one.
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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.
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.