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Simply Fit for Service
Jaxon had served his country, and served it well.
Yet, though he was proud of his service, Jaxon was discovering that adjusting back to citizen life was more daunting than expected. He was never one to want to lead, thus getting out early instead of going for career, but he actually missed inspections and following orders. Without them, he felt a bit lost.
Yet, though he was proud of his service, Jaxon was discovering that adjusting back to citizen life was more daunting than expected. He was never one to want to lead, thus getting out early instead of going for career, but he actually missed inspections and following orders. Without them, he felt a bit lost.
It was a good thing he was referred to Me, then. I’d soon have Jaxon relaxing deeper and deeper, realizing that it’s okay to just be a dumb muscle grunt that obeys like a good jock should. While I wasn’t a stickler for made beds, given how often the jocks messed theirs up, he could find order and routine in his new training regimen as he worked and ate right to get bigger for Me. It was easy to appeal to the desires he had deep down to just let go and obey, and soon I would be further molding him with a specific purpose in mind.
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Flashback Friday: JockBot Initiation
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
“Man, Coach has been really on me about my performance. I’m not sure how he expects me to memorize such a complex playbook either. I’m a frickin’ jock, not a robot. Still, I better watch this training video he sent me just in case he asks about it.”
You have been LEFT chosen to be a jock RIGHT on this team and it feels so RIGHT to be LEFT part of a proud tradition that has gone DOWN in the history books RIGHT for all the victories marked DOWN as we rose UP against our challengers one RIGHT after the other. But we were only LEFT able to do this when we were LEFT coming together as cohesive unit, as if we were LEFT one connected machine.
“Damn, I was going to take a nap, but I just can’t look away. Though why do I need to strip down for a training video? That makes no sense. ”
And it feels so RIGHT to now strip DOWN as you are LEFT preparing for the next stage of training RIGHT for Coach, knowing that you are always LEFT feeling so good as you are LEFT a better player when you are LEFT obeying Coach. Just let RIGHT go of any doubts or questions so that you are LEFT with more room RIGHT for that pleasure that is filling UP in you RIGHT now.”
“… yes SIR. No resistance. No need to question it, just obey Coach. It will feel good.”
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Curbside Pickup
Making a MuscleBot
Bryan had always been lean, but craved more. He craved muscle at any cost – even if it meant not thinking about anything else. So I took him deep and began programming him for muscle. At first he just gently relaxed, but the repetition soon took him deeper and deeper. It became so automatic to him – and he became much more automatic. The programming increasingly had Bryan performing like a machine, programmed for the simple purpose of building muscle. He must work out. He must add protein.
As he began to feel more and more like a mindless machine, the being formerly known as Bryan became programmed to need fresh ‘oil’ from Coach ahead of every workout.
Fueling up with Coach’s special ‘oil’ meant his body would perform at peak performance level as he pushed himself in the gym.
As for his own “oil dispenser,” it was to be ignored unless he had first worked out. A hard workout meant hard muscles. Hard muscles meant the rod would be hard enough to dispense oil.
Only after pushing in the gym, could the man transforming into a mindless robot release his old oil. Every discharge of the used oil filled it with mindless bliss.
