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.