Santa was surprised that the elves had given him his presents early this year.
Sugarplum had given Santa delicious eggnog. Snowflake had given the gift of a relaxing hypnosis playlist.
And Twinkle had given Santa a jock made special just for him. It seemed odd to Santa, but he decided to try it on that night anyway as he laid down.
The eggnog had made him feel sleepy, but he figured he’d throw on the hypnosis too. He had a big night of delivering toys ahead, and he needed his rest.
Little did Santa know that the elves had infused all three items with Christmas magic. The eggnog he had drank right before bed made his mind open to change. The hypnosis suggested the changes. And the jock was to cement the outcome…
That Santa would transform into a jock.
Santa couldn’t believe how amazing he felt when he woke up.
“I’ll have no problems going down the chimneys this year!” he twinkled, followed with a “Ho Ho Ho” deeper than he’d ever given before. “And I’m sure the toy sack will feel lighter than ever!”
“You’re not afraid the kids will be disappointed?”
“No, but Mrs. Claus may be… I seem…. different somehow.”
“That’s because you’re final present for Christmas…. is us!”
Just relax and feel how strong you’ve been getting for me. Go ahead. Picture yourself looking in the mirror. Turn around and see how your body has shaped up. You have so many reasons to be proud. You are a beast. And yet, it’s not enough. You want to get bigger. You need to get bigger. You are becoming so obsessed with muscle.
When I wake you up, you’re going to flex for me, feeling yourself getting more and more pumped for your next workout. And after you push yourself in the gym, you’re going to come back and flex for me again -for you want to make Coach proud as you go from muscle beast to muscle freak.
All you want in life is big muscle. You will do anything for it… including become a muscleslave.
You want to get bigger not just because we both like the way it looks, but because love the thought of using your muscles to help protect your Master.
As you look in the mirror now, you can see it now… you are becoming a bodyguard. Allowing your mind to be so simple as you simply rely on your instincts and strengths. Building your body even bigger so you can guard even better.
“Oh just you Coach. Whatchya doin’ here man?”
I just came to see how you liked helping secure your master’s property slave.
“Love it Coach. He off pickin’ up supplies. Me guard. Just did round. How about a quickie before me check again?”
“Coach, your files succeeded in motivating me for fitness, yet I have a hard time believing you can really dumb me down.”
Yet that is what you want?
“It is. I have so many loans from pre-med but I’m just so tired of stress. I don’t know that’s the life I really want.”
Then stop thinking about if it’s possible, and start thinking about what you want as you begin to stroke.
You want to focus on being simple because you want to enjoy life. And to do that you just need to let go more with each stroke. Allow old goals to fade as you realize you want less stress, and instead focus on desires that are so simple. Filling up with the desire for more muscle… showing off and using your muscle… just a simple man that works hard but doesn’t have to think about it… and because you’re not full of stress, you have so much energy at the end of the day. Energy to go out and embrace the dumb, horny jock inside.
Continue to look at the musclemen in that book. You’ve spent many sessions staring at them, easily drifting into trance as you stare at their pecs… biceps… more. Knowing deep down you have wanted to do anything to look like them. And because of that, it’s been so easy for you to submit more and more during each session.
Submitting to me as you work out for me. Submitting to me as you eat right for me. Submitting to me knowing that I am pleased when you build muscle, and my pleasure is your pleasure.
My pleasure is your pleasure. You accept that totally now. It’s not just building muscle – any pleasure you bring me feels good. It’s when you do anything to please me. Go ahead and stroke your cock for me now, knowing that it’d please me as you do.
By the time you cum, you’ll have completely submitted to me. You’ve worked to build the muscle for me, and I am so pleased. Now it’s time to keep pleasing me as my muscle slave. You wanted those muscles at any cost, and you accept this is the price. Feel yourself become my owned property when you cum.
Such a good muscle slave, knowing that it pleases me when you clean for me.
Do a good job, and Master will reward you later.
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“Master, I have done all you have asked. I am here to please you.”
Good slave. Now get on the bed and prepare for your reward.
And in this state, you know that you love that you’ve been getting so big for Coach.
You want to get even bigger for Coach. You want to become his prized muscled toy.
The thought of just being a simple-minded muscle toy makes you so horny, for you know that toys are meant to be used… and you can’t wait for Coach to use you and all those big, sexy muscles.
“Shit, Coach, that shower felt good.
Muscles feel all fresh like.. just check out my guns, dude!”
“Dude, did you get hard looking at that fitness mag?”
“Bro, not cool!”
“No way man, your dick is throbbing!”
“Don’t mean nothin’. Just been workin’ with Coach to crave that hard muscle, push harder in the gym, ya’ know?”
“Yeah, and I got a hard muscle for you right here.”
Soon both boys had succumbed to Coach’s programming. It wasn’t hard for Keith, who was already gay, to give in… but Toby had taken more work. Yet Coach’s words took over: You crave that hard muscle. You want that hard muscle yourself. When in your gym, it’s almost like you can taste it. You wish you could taste it. And as soon as you do get a taste of that hard muscle you’ve come to lust after, there’s no going back…. the desire for that hard muscle will consume you.