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Good jock. Just allow that trigger you’ve been conditioned with to work instantly and automatically, that hat capping any unneeded thoughts and driving all thinking down to your other head.
Of course it does when you think with that dick, and you can give Me some in a while, but let’s reinforce what a dumb jock you.
That’s right. And I know deep down you love getting to enter this very simple state. Just a dumb jock who loves to work on his body and then show it off. Loving to show if off for Coach even now.
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And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!”
He wondered why he kept telling them that when he knew deep down he was meant to hitchhike, but none of them felt right. One was a trucker that seemed like he’d probably want a favor. Another, a mom with some noisy kids. None felt like someone he wanted to hop in with.
It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortably enjoy being outdoors.
The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides?
Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He immediately began to feel optimistic that this would be that one, as something about that music made him feel safe.
Why was his mind still muddled though? Why did that music call out to to him? He needed to know why it sounded so familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.
Not at all, team. I”ve noticed he hasn’t said much though. Does he have a voice? Should I be signing?
Very nice, team. So if I say, ‘Slip down your boxer briefs’…. Nice! He’s already such a good boy.
“They said they had to put in earbuds to make sure they didn’t end up mindless too. But Joe overheard some and is even more of a dumb jock!”
“Whatever you want, Coach! Slave, boy, pup, he’ll be as you wish.”
“But his given name is Derrick, Sir.”
He’s quite the impressive specimen.