You do. But not for water. You look thirsty for Me.
“That’s funny, Coach. You know I’m straight.”
I know that’s what you think, jock, but I know you’ve also been having a harder and harder time thinking at all as you’ve been focusing on getting harder and harder muscle, and that’s just been making your dick get harder and harder. So just go ahead and let right go as you RELAX, JOCK. Just sit down and be left getting more comfortable as you are also left filling up with more pleasure.
“Oh, hey Coach. I didn’t hear you come in. Musta been zonin’ out.”
No problem, jock. Looks like all that hard work is paying off. You must be really popular with the ladies.
“Nah, they don’t know how to appre…. what’s that word? Fuck. Too big. Only muscles should be big.”
Appreciate?
“Yeah, that Coach. They don’t value muscle. Just look at all those pop stars they’re into. Fuckin’ twigs, bro. Not like this.”
Like many folks, Tucker and Edward had to make some adjustments this past year. It wasn’t always easy, as tension arose after Edward had lost his job. They were fortunate that Tucker had been the primary breadwinner anyway, so at least their fights were not about money. Rather, they bickered about things like Edward playing video games too loud as Tucker began working from home, making it difficult to be productive. It didn’t help that the brunette hunk was depressed over his situation and feeling pretty useless, and Tucker soon recognized he needed to help his husband find a renewed purpose in life. ‘He needs to feel like doing things like cleaning around here is enjoyable and fulfilling. And perhaps we can find some other ways he’d enjoy being of service.’ With those thoughts in mind, Tucker began to look into ways to reprogram his husband.
He soon stumbled upon some music with subliminal tracks for being a service submissive. Despite some skepticism, the muscle stud begin to play some music in the background as he worked, placing small ear plugs in his ears as he worked so that he would remain unaffected. He was almost caught a couple times wearing them. “TUCKER! Didn’t you hear me calling?” his husband once stormed in, Tucker discretely taking out one of the plugs as he turned to pause the music. “I guess I was just zoning out to the music.” “Yeah, what is that anyway? I’ve been zoning out a lot to it too,” he stated as he began to unconsciously strip off his clothes. “Just something I found online that’s supposed to help me focus on work.” “Babe, you’re working too hard. Let me focus on you for a bit. Would love to get to serve your cock under that desk.”
Kellan was the type of uni student who thought he knew it all, always smarting back to me and the other professors. That is, when he even bothered to show up for class, though his grades never suffered. Still, it was time to take Kellan down a peg. When he did next show up, I tempted him. “Last class I announced extra credit for students that participate in a psychology experiment. In your case, since I know you have the info down and don’t need any help with your grade, I’ll let you skip the next test.”
“Sure, sign me up, prof,” he said, and I was happy to have pinpointed the right incentive. When he came in to participate, I sat hi in a chair in front of a TV. “All you have to do is watch this video and not let it affect you,” I said. “What, you mean like not laugh or cry at it?” “You can respond emotionally, but try not to act on any arousal.” He smirked, “What, is it a porn?” “No, just something special I worked with Coach on.” Kellan rolled his eyes. How was something from Coach going to affect him?
Though a casual runner, he didn’t care for sports. And yet, as he watched, he couldn’t help but feel that bulge in his jeans growing bigger and bigger until it became impossible to ignore. His jeans feeling tighter and tighter, he simply had to give his thick dick some breathing room. A part of him remembered the instructions and tried to resist, but something had come over him. All he could think about that dick that was now in his sight as he freed it completely from his underwear.
Kellan really didn’t think seeing a bunch of jocks on screen would do anything for him, but for some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about being one of them. And not just any jock, but a dumb jock that was always so horny for his Coach and his teammates. Still, as hard as he was, Kellan tried very hard to ignore it and to go soft. He knew if he stroked it, he would have let the experiment affect him too much. He stood up, ready to leave. Strip away those inhibitions, Kellan. Strip away unneeded thoughts.
Strip as you give in to the pleasure. Kellan found himself stripping off his jeans, eyes fixated on the screen. Strip away that intelligence that you simply don’t need right now. All you need to do is to think with that cock.As Kellan stripped off the underwear and sunk back down into the chair, he found himself giving in to the arousal.
He couldn’t help it; his dick was thinking for him. And his dick was so horny to play with his hole. “That’s it, Kellan. You’re going to be one of Coach’s jocks now, joining the track team. And his jocks don’t have room for thinking about anything else but winning. Don’t worry about your grades, though. Coach worked out a deal with some of us profs to pass you jocks, just as long as we also get to use you… think of it as now needing extra credit, but extra credit a horny jock like you is really going to love earning.”
I continued, “Go ahead and keep loosening that hole up for me as you finish the video. By the time you cum, as you know from the video, it’ll be as if you’r cumming out all those brains. And I know you’ll be so horny for your professor, and for Coach when he initiates you into the team tomorrow.” Kellan didn’t entirely understand everything I had just said, but it didn’t matter. Coach’s programming had left him so horny and so happy to be a good simple jock, ready to earn his extra credit.
That’s it jock. Just becoming more and more focused with every rep. It just feels so good to become that muscled jockslave. Simply needing to workout for Coach. More submissive with every curl. Simply needing to obey Coach. Growing stronger for Me with every curl. The bigger you get, the more obedient you become. The more obedient you become, the bigger you want to get. Just more and more of a muscletoy for Coach.
Feeling that programming we did at the end of the last workout, kicking in now. That stroke training has been planted deep in that submissive mind, and every rep is helping those suggestions to now become permanent. More and more mindless. More and more muscled. More and more obedient. Just an obedient muscle toy for Coach.
Before we continue with the workout, go ahead and strip off that shirt. That’s right. Just stripping away, just as you have stripped away all resistance with every session. With every stroke, your inhibitions further disappeared. With every stroke, your will power had faded more and more. With every stroke, you were left transforming further into that obedient muscle toy. You rest when needed, but it also feels so good when you do get to lift for Me. It feels so incredible to push for that one more that you know will make Coach happy.
Now go ahead and get those weights on the rack that will help you to push those pecs to grow even more for Me. When you’re ready, position yourself on the bench and feel yourself continuing to focus on your growth. Growing stronger. Growing bigger. Growing more obedient.
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
That shower is just so relaxing, and it feels so good to relax after a hard workout just like that. You have enjoyed building that muscle for Coach, and that water hitting that hard body just feels so good. It helps to loosen up all tensions in those muscles as it becomes so easy to feel all stress washing away. It helps to loosen up all the worries and insecurities in your mind, as all doubts begin to wash away. And it helps to loosen up all those remaining inhibitions as all resistance to being reprogrammed washes away now. Last, but not least, i helps those memories inside of you to loosen up as we begin to wash those away too. Soon we’ll finish stripping away your clothes as we also finish stripping away your past. Just let all those old memories wash away. It is simply so easy to just let go of your old life. Let go to the pleasure as you are reprogrammed.
As you lather up with my special shampoo and soap mix, you can inhale that aroma. Just breathe it in as your mind becomes more and more blank. This special concoction helps to brainwash you further and further. And in this relaxed state, it’s so easy to just let any remaining old memories rinse off as you scrub clean. That’s it, soldier. Allow your memories to just swirl down the drain as you open your mind up to my reprogramming.More and more ready to be written by Coach’s hypnosis as you find yourself learning about who you are now. About how you feel so good to obey. About how you love to work out and build muscle. About how you love to show off that muscle. About how you love to recruit others into services. You are now a soldier in my muscle army. Working out for Coach. Eating right for Coach. Showing off for Coach. Growing Coach’s muscle army.
Cass wasn’t sure what he had been clicking on. He had simply been searching porn, but this – this was confusing. What were all the flashing images? Why did the music sound more strange than normal porn music? But he couldn’t take his eyes off, and soon he was slowly stroking his cock.
I loved when fresh meat stumbled across my recruitment program….
…but the only way to know for sure it worked is if they followed the instructions at the end to come to me. Then there he was, waiting on my steps. I knew he was another recruit from my programming – anyone else would have just left a note. But he waited… even if he wasn’t sure why. He simply felt compelled to come. And he felt so safe as I invited him in.
As soon as I said that trigger though, he was out – and my programming began. As usual, I had him start by showing me his goods – how muscled he was, and how big or not he was. I wasn’t disappointed.
As he became more comfortable, I had him take off the rest of his clothes – programming his mind as he mindlessly stroked his cock. When he would wake, that initial look of confusion would soon be replaced a, “Hello Master. What can I do for you?” Yet another hypnoslave to do my bidding, and I was definitely going to make good use of him.
As Kellan stripped off the underwear and sunk back down into the chair, he found himself giving in to the arousal. 
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