Usually the weekend before Halloween was filled with big parties, but Aaron was sleeping. Such was the boring life in a city with rising virus numbers and having to isolate. All he could do was dream of catching up on all the fun next year. Yet, he wasn’t as alone as he thought……for in the shadows lurked a mysterious figure that was about to change his life.
Aaron always had above-average intelligence, which he used to put himself through law school. Eventually he had become one of the hottest junior partners at a big law firm known for helping big CEOs use their resources to sue anyone that seemed to be getting in their way. Perhaps it was karma, then – or perhaps it was completely random – that the mysterious figure began to covertly hypnotize Aaron into a dumb jock. Slowly touching the muscled otter, the figure rubbed his chest while giving suggestions of a more simple life.
Coach wanted some special performers for his Halloween party and had just the meathead in mind.
Donovan had his doubts. “Coach, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable showing off in front of all those people. It’s cool to flex for you, Coach, but that’s a whole ‘nother vibe.”
Just be a good boy and put on the mask, Don.
As Donovan complied, all his inhibitions suddenly were released. He began to feel pumped up as he suddenly began flexing for Me.
“Fuck yeah, Coach. I can’t wait to show everyone what a total stud I am now!”
What Donovan couldn’t remember in his conscious mind is that I had already placed the masked on him during some of our sessions.
He’d already bulked up and become such a meathead for Me, and now he would love showing off that muscle to everyone whenever he wore that mask. It was as if the mask would ‘mask’ his inhibitions in such a way that they simply didn’t exist. Every stroke helped him to absorb that deep into his subconscious.
“Fuck yeah, I’m rockin’ this jock slut costume. [Doorbell] Isn’t it a bit late kids?”
“Damn dude, you’re no kid. Who are you?”
“I’m a trick with a treat.”
The jock wasn’t sure why his head started to feel fuzzy, but he couldn’t help but drift off into an obedient state as the masked man spoke.
“You craved that treat. Who doesn’t crave a nice treat now and then? But on Halloween, one could just give in and overindulge on those treats. Give in jock. It’s time for your treat.”
The jock was helpless but didn’t care. Even if he’d been tricked into believing it, he accepted he was in for a treat.
The bodybuilder had been using Coach’s files to get motivated for that extra push in the gym – but he was bigger than Coach and cocked off to Coach because of it.
Coach only had to say three little words for the bodybuilder to collapse into a deep sleep and went to work putting his new muscle slave in its place.
Waking up, the bodybuilder that had grown used to being worshiped as a muscle god himself finds he now has a god he worships in his Coach.
He has been shown that strength is not the only form of power. And even at the biggest he’s ever been, he has never felt so weak.
…for in the shadows lurked a mysterious figure that was about to change his life.
…for in the shadows lurked a mysterious figure that was about to change his life.
“Damn dude, you’re no kid. Who are you?”
