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Flashback Friday: Letter from the Ranch
The first Friday of the month often features a flashback story, which often has been improved upon. Original here.
“Hey Coach!
I never knew liftin’ bales could be so good for the muscles. My jeans are fittin’ tighter than ever with all the squats I do lifting, and I’m gettin’ some real nice bulges on my arms.
So glad you suggested a summer on the ranch. I’ve always had a thing for southern jocks and find that I’m no longer the weak geek you knew last spring. I s’pose your coaching prepped me for some real changes here – and boy, have I been changin’.
I never knew liftin’ bales could be so good for the muscles. My jeans are fittin’ tighter than ever with all the squats I do lifting, and I’m gettin’ some real nice bulges on my arms.
My other bulge fills out nicely too whenever I can find time to relax to the hypnosis tracks ya left me. The hay that used to be so itchy now provides my favorite resting spot.
My only complaint is how dang hot it gets down here sometimes, but we’re isolated enough that the bosses don’t mind if I strip down to nothing while I work.
My only complaint is how dang hot it gets down here sometimes, but we’re isolated enough that the bosses don’t mind if I strip down to nothing while I work.
Well, nothing except the hat & boots I always wear now – reckon I’m becoming a real cowboy!
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Bound to Change
Inner Sex Pig Unleashed
Noah stared out the window, feeling jealous of the guys he saw passing by on the way to the nearby gay bar. He himself was handsome, had a great job, and was a total catch – but often he felt wistful for a simpler life. “Look at them,” he thought. “So carefree. Leaving with a different guy every night and not even caring.”
He contemplated what his life might be like if he could just let go of his inhibitions. “Maybe I should search how to become more of a pig,” he mused to himself. But soon, curiosity got the better of him.
As he began playing “Desire to be a Pig” on his laptop, he quickly found himself relaxing to my voice..
He was pleasantly surprised at how easy it became for him to let go both to the pleasure of relaxation, and to his secret impulses. All his pretenses were fading away. Gone was the man who had been taught that image was everything; in his place, a man that knew that pleasure was everything.
His cock hardened as he imagined other men ready to fuck his chiseled physique. He craved a cock up his ass more than he ever had before, and it almost didn’t matter whose cock it was.
Afterwards, he looked out the window once again …but this time was different. It felt so good to look out and see a world of opportunities. Why should he care if he had to work the next morning? Just drink a bit of extra coffee. All his past excuses no longer seemed to matter, and he was in the perfect location to pop down to the gay bar and check out the night’s offerings. As long as both parties were willing, what was the harm in having a bit of fun?
And when those old excuses started to pop back into his head, he just listened to more hypnosis. He was becoming a total sex pig, and he loved it.
When he wasn’t hitting up the gay bar, he often could find someone on one of the apps. He loved to host, and when his latest flirt came through the open door, as instructed, they found Noah sitting in his robe… yet not at all trying to conceal himself. “Do you like what you see?”
“Yes….” they would always respond, often with a stammer. Many couldn’t believe they were lucky enough to be in the presence of such a hot stud. Twink or bear, daddy or pup, all were welcome – as long as they topped.
“Good. Follow me into the bedroom.” Noah’s robe would drop as he led the way and hopped onto bed.
Eager to be with such a hot stud, the lucky guy would begin stripping down himself…. but often not fast enough for Noah’s liking. This latest invite was especially nervous, fumbling as he tried to put on his condom. Once upon a time, Noah might have found the boy cute and the struggle endearing. But his inner sex pig had been unleashed, and now he was a hot stud craving that dick. He looked back to the young jock, simply asking “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
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Flashback Friday: Know One More Thing
Flashback Fridays take an old story and sometimes add a bit more to it! Original here.
Tony was always mouthing off at the gym. “Are you dumb? You should do it like this if you want gainz, moron.” His advice wasn’t bad, but it would have been better if he had a different approach. Something with more tact.
Perhaps just a big, friendly oaf of a guy.
Of course the know-it-all was certain I couldn’t get him relaxed… but soon, he was already starting to think with his dick. It was far too easy to get him to comply when I suggested stripping… and as his dick throbbed, I realized just how much he enjoyed submitting to My voice. He’d become more than just an oaf – he’d become MY oaf.
“Was I out long, Sir? Can’t remember nuthin’. Nuthin’ much of anything, really.”
“Feels good though, doesn’t it, to be so simple?”
“Yes, Sir. Just wanna obey.”
“Not needing to remember anything but how to build that muscle and how to please me. There’s really no need to think about anything else, is there?”
“No, Sir, you’re right. I reckon all I need to know is that I’m your muscle slave.”
From then on out, Tony was always much more friendly with his workout advice. He knew he wasn’t better than anyone else… and he knew becoming a friendly trainer at My gym was going to please Me.
He’d also make an invaluable recruitment asset to find more fitdimwits. The type of men that weren’t there just to grow muscle, but also to forget all worries. Guys that looked at a mostly mindless meathead like Tony and said, “I wish I could be like him.”
But he wasn’t completely mindless as his mind did think to ask Me a question…. “Maybe I oughta know one thing, Sir…
…What position?”
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Surferboy to Farmboy
“Man Coach, what you got me waking up on a farm? Thought our sesh was gonna help me shred some waves.”
Perhaps harvest amber waves of grain.
“Huh?’
I was just asking you why you’re taking you’re clothes off.
“Cuz it’s gettin’ darn tootin’ hot out!”
Darn tootin’?
“Fuck, where’d that come from?”
Perhaps the more you strip away of your old life, the more your true self comes out.
“Nah bro, I just wanna sweet ride.”
Sweet ride on what?
“My AT… V? That ain’t soundin’ right.”
But it feels right, doesn’t it? Taking off those clothes as you leave behind a slacker life for a life of real service, doesn’t it?
“I reckon… it just all seem mighty right fuzzy Coach.”
Do you need to lay down a bit?
“Don’t be a damn fool! These cows ain’t gonna milk themselves. You seen my overalls, pardner?”
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