Carter admired himself in the mirror. He’d come along way in building his body, largely spurred on by Coach’s motivational hypnosis. It seemed he had cared less and less about everything else in life except muscle, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. The training to stay so disciplined had been worth it, and the results spoke for themselves.
Still, as the muscle jock flexed in the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel his muscles should be used for more. Ignorant that his new tracks had been conditioning him to feel that way, Carter simply kept flexing until his phone rang.
Still, as the muscle jock flexed in the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel his muscles should be used for more. Ignorant that his new tracks had been conditioning him to feel that way, Carter simply kept flexing until his phone rang. 
“Oh hey, Coach, what’s up?” … “Yeah, I’m wearing my hat, why you ask?” … “Yes, SIR, Coach.” Carter hung up the phone, instantly forgetting the call and unaware he had been triggered. All he knew was that he had to worship his own body because his thinking had been “capped.”And the more he began to worship his muscle, the more he realized his muscle was meant to be worshiped. He was an Alpha, and he needed to show off that muscle. He needed to make other men submit to his muscle. The thought of that turned him on more as he began to lick his own biceps.
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And the more he began to worship his muscle, the more he realized his muscle was meant to be worshiped. He was an Alpha, and he needed to show off that muscle. He needed to make other men submit to his muscle. The thought of that turned him on more as he began to lick his own biceps.
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