Welcome back, meathead. It looks like making you more obsessed with muscle is really paying off. Couldn’t even bother to put on a shirt under that jacket on a cool spring day – just had to show off that muscle as much as the weather allowed, didn’t you, stud? Of course you did. That’s what meatheads like you do – work hard and consume your macros to build bigger and stronger muscle to be admired. By the way, what’s three times seven?
“Uh… ya know me not like math Coach.”
Of course not, I meant to ask about your workout. If you do three sets of seven reps each, how many reps is that?
“21 reps. Duh Coach.”
Good meathead. So smart when it comes to bodybuilding and nutrition, yet nothing else really matters as you continue to strip away all that other knowledge you simply do not need. Some of it might still be in their locked deep inside but it’s just so hard to access if it doesn’t have to do with muscle.
After all, by now you are so good at thinking with that hard dick – and even when thinking in general gets so hard that you would rather just not bother with it, it’s so easy to think when you are thinking about anything related to that hard muscle.
You’ve simple become more and more of that total musclehead, and we’re going to continue let that musclehead inside take over completely. You can already feel how hard it makes you as you now start to flex for me. It felt so good to take that jacket off and it feels even better to now flex and pose for your Coach. You know that even as you grow bigger than me, you still love knowing you are making your Coach proud with all that huge muscle. That’s it, meathead. Show me just how big those arms of yours are getting.
I’m sure you’d love to feel your Coach truly worshiping that muscle as you slide off those pants, so horny to be such a good musclehead for me. But first, let’s have you focus further on the lust you have to build more muscle for yourself. Strip down of all lingering inhibitions as you strip for me, and focus on the mirror on the wall.
Hypnotic language encouraging going and getting stuffed is used below.
So, you stuffed yourself all day yesterday on food. Once in a while for a holiday, a cheat day like that is allowed. Now, though, it’s time to get back to eating more carefully . Eating to further build that lean jock muscle, but also eating the right foods at the right times to keep that bottom prepped for it to be stuffed.
Deep down, I know you are already feeling so good to just let go of all other thoughts and to give right in to your desires. Deep down, that dick is stirring at the thought of getting stuffed yourself. That’s right. You simply crave getting to feel that ass being played with, thrusted into, even pounded as you prepare it for a weekend long of being stuffed.
Perhaps you just enjoyed a nice turkey and stuffing, but this weekend is all about stuffing pigs like you. Perhaps you’ve traveled home but need that escape from family as you hop right on the apps, perhaps you brought a toy with you just so you can enjoy some of that pleasure right now and there. Maybe you have room to welcome in someone else that is visiting their family and needing that escape – escape they can enjoy as they come stuff that hole. As you strip off those clothes, you strip away all inhibitions. As you rub that cock through your shorts or underwear, you feel that desire to be stuffed growing and growing. That horny pig inside of you is taking over and he needs to be penetrated so badly. He needs stuffed.
That cock is just getting so very hard at the thought of it all. It’s so hot to think about being stuffed by another jock, another pig, perhaps even your Coach. That dick pulses thinking of letting a Dominant man like Coach stuff your holes. And while you’d gladly enjoy it stuffed in your mouth, what you really crave is that thick dick stuffed up your ass. It’s okay, jock. Keep stripping down and give that hard cock a little love as you stroke just a bit deeper into trance. The deeper you go, the more you want to be stuffed. The more you want to be stuffed, the deeper into the pleasure you fall. It all just feels so good and so right as you get ready to stuff that hole right now.
Spring was just around the corner, and that meant Poolboy Training Season was in full effect at Mesmerizer University. Soon pools would be open again – after a year without many – and the demand for simple-minded poolboys that didn’t mind working for room, board and sex in exchange for a simple life in the sun and water was high.
The unemployment rates also meant I had a bigger crop of candidates than usual, all of whom were being hypnotically motivated to build and hone those muscles. A simple life of muscle is what they wanted, and the best looking ones were able to land the really plum gigs.
It was kind of fun to watch some of the arrogance of these jocks fade away too as they let go and became submissive poolboys that were so horny for their pool owners, hotel managers, and other clients of mine – as well as so submissive to Coach. Some would doubt the effects of the hypnosis until they did find their minds feeling cloudy when they tried to think. But it didn’t take long for them to realize that it just felt so much better to not think. Of course, stroke training was used to reinforce that, training that also helped these poolboys to let go of all the resistance and inhibitions that might have been lingering inside of them. .
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
My buddy Darnell was having a string of luck on the stock market; his wise investments had paid off. And they were about to pay off for Me too as he hired Me to help mold a new houseboy.
Jaime had already been serving in the role for about a month, but it was obvious his head wasn’t in it. He had never wanted to take this position, but he had been forced to drop out of college to help out his family. And while their situation had improved, his job outlook had not. It didn’t help that my friend wasn’t Jaime’s type – a point he made sure I knew as he showed off his lean body.
Still, it was fairly easy for Me to get Jaime to relax… and once he did, we started molding him to be more comfortable with his role. Over and over he was reminded of how he should be so grateful for the opportunity and how it felt so good to be making Darnell happy. He was told that it was completely natural that houseboys work in the nude – being naked was going to be his natural state from now on. I had a brief moment of concern when he seemed to wake and smile at Me… but he simply needed to take his clothes off. He slipped off his jeans and boxers as we continued.
Back in trance, I know new I could take things even further – he had already responded so well. It would be easy to make him Darnell’s slave, but Darnell had made it clear he wanted a houseboy that wasn’t mindlessly obedient but who would still love being sexy for my bud. Still, if I wasn’t going to enslave him, I needed to find another way to make him think that he didn’t have any other options so that he would never be tempted to leave. I needed to make him a fitdimwit.
And that’s exactly what I did as I allowed each stroke to make him dumber.
All your knowledge from school starts to travel down to your dick… all your brains are just traveling down to your cock… and when you cum… you’re going to find that you ejaculate everything that made you smart. That’s right. You’re going to cum your brains out and be left as one of my fit dimwits….
By the time he did shoot his load, he would think it had been high school he had dropped out of… but he didn’t mind. He had lucked out with a great job where he didn’t really need to think…. unless it was with his dick. And it was nice knowing he would never have to want for anything. He was free. Free of the stresses of the working world. Free of needing to worry about things like rent or utilities. Free from restrictive clothing. Free of inhibitions.
For a while, all he could do was stare at his dick… but then he finally spoke up.
“Bro. Being a house boy is tight as fuck. Don’t gotta think. Just gotta work it. All I do is pump muscle, landscape, and let the old man fuck me. Price I gotta pay for the good life, ya’know, Coach?
But dude. The place is sweet. And I love just doing. Don’t got to think ’bout nothin’!”
Being a houseboy meant Jaime would have his own room rent-free so long as he kept up with his duties around the house – including the sexual duties he was now more than willing to let my buddy use him for. And Jaime was now primed and ready to show his boss just how much he appreciated the job.
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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