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Assistant Coach Left also had some background in fitness training, so he often was in charge of whipping the team physically into shape ahead of the season as Coach Right took care of the mental preparations. With the college baseball opener just around the corner, he had arranged a one-on-one session with one of the team captains, Ellis.

Ellis stretched as instructed, feeling himself become loose. limber, and even pretty relaxed thanks to the mellow tones Coach Left had chosen to play. Soon he was making himself more comfortable “in order to better stretch my legs.” Coach Left smirked, aware the programming was already sinking into the jock’s subconscious mind.

“You’re looking a bit sleepy there, jock. Why don’t you hop up here and let me help you finish those stretches.” Ellis complied without hesitation, feeling so good as Coach Left guided his hands over his athletic body. The more he stretched, the more he drifted into trance.

Soon he was stripping down even further, his inhibitions being stripped from him along the way. As a senior. Ellis had graduated to top jock status, and often topped his support buddy and the rookies needing initiation. In the moment, it felt so good to relax for Coach Left though, to absorb the programming about being such a good boy devoted to giving his coaches sexual pleasure.

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Caleb wasn’t entirely sure what had led him to pack a bag and hit the open road that day. He felt like he simply needed to go on a hitchhiking adventure, but yet he also felt like he had to go down a certain road instead of stand near a highway with more traffic. It was as if a part of him felt lost, yet a voice deep inside of his head was telling him exactly where to go.

And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!”

He wondered why he kept telling them that when he knew deep down he was meant to hitchhike, but none of them felt right. One was a trucker that seemed like he’d probably want a favor. Another, a mom with some noisy kids. None felt like someone he wanted to hop in with.

It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortably enjoy being outdoors.

More vehicles stopped after this, but he continued to politely decline and insist he was on a walk. Yet any time he tried to think about why he was there or if he should go home, his mind started to become fuzzy.

The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides?

Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He immediately began to feel optimistic that this would be that one, as something about that music made him feel safe.

Why was his mind still muddled though? Why did that music call out to to him? He needed to know why it sounded so familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.

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