So, you’ve been working out to My files but are ready to take it even further, huh jock? That muscle lust already has left you craving even more muscle, but I understand you also wish to have that muscle get used more as you become more sexual. With that body you’ve been developing, there’s only one thing truly getting in your way of fulfilling these desires – and that’s your brain. I know reducing it’s intelligence is a scary thought to you, but focus on how much you do crave those muscle experiences. Focus on that as you begin to strip away your clothes as well as your inhibitions. More and more, nothing matters but that muscle – both building it and playing with it – for you are becoming a meathead himbo.
That’s right. As you strip down to those hard muscles, you begin to realize that thinking is getting harder and harder for you. And yet the more you don’t think with your brain, the more you fill up with pleasure. It just feels so good to be so simple right now.
And that in turn fills up that dick, and makes that dick hard. Hey, meathead – thinking is hard, but so is that dick, so why not just think with that dick? That’s it. Think with that dick about all that muscle you’re going to build. Think with that dick about all that muscle you’re going to worship, and have worshiped. Think with that dick about how muscle, on both yourself and on others, makes every scene hotter. And you are going to be having a lot of scenes, because as you let go of that intelligence, you also let go of any of the insecurities that have kept you from putting you out there. You will simply feel more and more outgoing and flirtacious. It’s so easy to talk with guys when you let your dick think for you. No need to overthink things, just nice and simple. That brain shrinking down as it drains down into that cock. That brain that’s always gotten in the way before, now leading the way in your dick.
You’ve been wearing a lot more tanks and muscle tees lately. You’re really getting to love showing off, huh, meathead?
“Whatchya talkin’ about, Coach? This is what I’ve always loved wearing.”
Not at the firm when you wore suits and ties.
“Ya dum, Coach. Only muscles and dicks are firm.”
That’s right, jock. And I know you’ll love showing both of those off to Me right now, won’t you?
“Aww Coach, but these jeans are so tight on my legs cuz my quads keep growin’ big. Can’t I just leaf them on?”
GOOD JOCKS STRIP NOW.
“Yes, SIR, Coach!”
That’s a good boy.
“Feels so fuckin’ good when you call me that.”
Good boy. Just feels so good for you to obey, doesn’t it jock?
“Yes Coach. It’s making me really hard Coach. Hard to think about anything but how hard I am Coach. Fuck, Coach, are you hard? I want Coach hard inside of Me.”
Soon enough, musclehead. But first we’re going do some more training.
Like many folks, Tucker and Edward had to make some adjustments this past year. It wasn’t always easy, as tension arose after Edward had lost his job. They were fortunate that Tucker had been the primary breadwinner anyway, so at least their fights were not about money. Rather, they bickered about things like Edward playing video games too loud as Tucker began working from home, making it difficult to be productive. It didn’t help that the brunette hunk was depressed over his situation and feeling pretty useless, and Tucker soon recognized he needed to help his husband find a renewed purpose in life. ‘He needs to feel like doing things like cleaning around here is enjoyable and fulfilling. And perhaps we can find some other ways he’d enjoy being of service.’ With those thoughts in mind, Tucker began to look into ways to reprogram his husband.
He soon stumbled upon some music with subliminal tracks for being a service submissive. Despite some skepticism, the muscle stud begin to play some music in the background as he worked, placing small ear plugs in his ears as he worked so that he would remain unaffected. He was almost caught a couple times wearing them. “TUCKER! Didn’t you hear me calling?” his husband once stormed in, Tucker discretely taking out one of the plugs as he turned to pause the music. “I guess I was just zoning out to the music.” “Yeah, what is that anyway? I’ve been zoning out a lot to it too,” he stated as he began to unconsciously strip off his clothes. “Just something I found online that’s supposed to help me focus on work.” “Babe, you’re working too hard. Let me focus on you for a bit. Would love to get to serve your cock under that desk.”
Roman had been conditioning to be a total meathead, his muscles swelling up more and more as his mind became more and more simple. Yet, he hadn’t quite embraced flaunting his muscles… even as I had conditioned him to think less and less, he remained a bit on the shy side. I had to get him to truly give in to the muscle lust. “I dunno what it is Coach. I just kinda feel silly posin’ and flexin’ and stuff.”
It’s alright, meathead. Let’s work on taking you deeper down. As he drifted into a deep trance, I helped Roman let go of his last remaining inhibitions.
He had been becoming a muscle god, and it was time he felt like a specimen worthy of being worshiped. His muscles were meant to be shown off, and getting to see those muscles shown off would make so many people so very happy.
It just feels so good to know that your muscles fill others with pleasure. Their pleasure becomes your pleasure. You feed off of their lust andd desire. You crave their worship more and more. And every time you see your muscles in a mirror from now on, you will know without a doubt that you are a muscle god worthy of worship.