The former Ivy League fratboy had shown himself to be nothing more than a bully, so Coach decided to use his inner aggression against him. It didn’t take much to suggest that rage was really a primal side waiting to be released…
“Me wild. Me shred clothes. Me no need gym. Me muscle here.”
That peaceful waterfall relaxes you further. Deeper and deeper into trance. And as you go deeper, you find that the waterfall has another effect. It starts to make your mind regress to its most basic state.
The state of a primal, wild animal. An animal that has been tamed by Coach for the animal’s new master.An animal that craves two things above all … getting bigger, and the taste of cum. ******
“Do you think this will work?”
We’re about to find out.
“Look at him Coach – it’s like he’s not even human anymore.”
In his mind, he’s not.
“But is he going to run off?”
No. He’s yours, just as we agreed upon. Go ahead and call him.
“Come here my muscle beast.
Come to Master.”
“Fuck Coach, he’s really going at it!”
He ‘s a muscle beast with a wild spirit now, more aggressive… but he needs your cum. It’s what will keep him yours. It’s what will keep him tame.
Drifting deeper with every stroke. And as you go deeper, you know that it’s so easy to let go into this fantasy that you have longed to experience. Tonight, you are going to be a jungle boy. You’ll return to normal as soon as you cum – which you can only do with Coach’s permission.
For now though, you’ll enjoy that fantasy of being so primal… feel yourself losing more and more of your memories and knowledge with every stroke of that dick until all that is left is a simple jungle boy that relies on his instincts….