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Tag Archives: muscle
Making a MuscleBot
Bryan had always been lean, but craved more. He craved muscle at any cost – even if it meant not thinking about anything else. So I took him deep and began programming him for muscle. At first he just gently relaxed, but the repetition soon took him deeper and deeper. It became so automatic to him – and he became much more automatic. The programming increasingly had Bryan performing like a machine, programmed for the simple purpose of building muscle. He must work out. He must add protein.
As he began to feel more and more like a mindless machine, the being formerly known as Bryan became programmed to need fresh ‘oil’ from Coach ahead of every workout.
Fueling up with Coach’s special ‘oil’ meant his body would perform at peak performance level as he pushed himself in the gym.
As for his own “oil dispenser,” it was to be ignored unless he had first worked out. A hard workout meant hard muscles. Hard muscles meant the rod would be hard enough to dispense oil.
Only after pushing in the gym, could the man transforming into a mindless robot release his old oil. Every discharge of the used oil filled it with mindless bliss.
Spicing Up Sex Life Pt. 1
The Trainer
Masc4Dick
The Contractor
Jax was a local contractor who was building quite the reputation – and not a good one. It seemed he was always scheming for how he could prolong projects and add unexpected “costs” to the budget – all so he could pocket more for doing less. Knowing that gossip isn’t always right, I gave Jax the benefit of the doubt and hired him for a job – but I also kept close tabs on him. Hidden cameras around the place proved the rumors were sadly true.
Since I worked from home, I began playing music more loudly. It helps Me focus on work while you guys are making all that racket. He sneered in response. “Whatever you want, boss.” He probably figured it was time to grab his earbuds, but then he found that the music was actually kind of catchy. Before he knew it, it was time to clock out.
Within a few weeks – when the project should have been done, but having received excuse after excuse along the way – it felt like the subliminals were finally beginning to sink into his subconscious as I noticed his eyes struggling to stay open on one of the hidden cams. I entered the room.
It’s getting hard, isn’t it, Jax? Go ahead and feel it. It’s so right to just enjoy it as you go ahead and remove your shirt now and feel up those hard nipples too.
That’s it Jax. You’ve been thinking for so long about how to make an extra buck but sometimes it just feels so much better to not think at all. And with every tweak of that nipple, you find yourself just letting go more and more. Letting go of that need to always be thinking. Letting go of all your inhibitions.
The weeks of programming had set the groundwork, but I knew the only way to make sure he wasn’t screwing over others was to ensure that being screwed by Me was all he now craved. His growing desire to please Me would help him to work so much harder on the job.
Continue reading The Contractor
Muscle Obeys
The Cabin
Masking Inhibitions
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.
