“Man, I can’t believe Coach stuck us in rooms with only one bed. Not even a big bed either.”
“I know. It’s so warm in here too. You sure you turned up the AC?”
“Yeah, it just hasn’t kicked in yet. But Coach’s video is ready to play on the TV. Ready”
“I’m not sure why we aren’t watching a training video as a team, but let’s get it over with so we can head to the pool.”
Welcome jocks. You have made the team and should be watching this with your roommate. If not, pause until he can join you, because your roommate will also be your training buddy for the season. …. If you have not paused, or are no longer paused, then both of you can be left starting to relax right in those rooms as you listen right to My voice and watch the training images left flashing right on the screen.
“Are these athletes looking less and less clothed?” Dawson joked, but the programming had already began to affect the very suggestible Bryce.
His attention turned more on more to his mate’s penis, which had been growing harder than Dawson had yet to realize. As they continued to watch the video and absorb the subliminal messaging, Dawson eventually found himself looking over at Bryce’s large package. Their inhibitions were disappearing more and more, and the idea that being intimate with a teammate was natural became more and more accepted. By this point, Bryce had reached a point of not being able to resist the growing lust inside of him. He straddled his weekend roommate on the hotel bed, kissing him passionately before pulling down Dawson’s shorts. Soon he was going deep down on the hot jock’s hung cock.
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Like many folks, Tucker and Edward had to make some adjustments this past year. It wasn’t always easy, especially after tensions arose after Edward lost his job through no fault of his own – “cutbacks,” so they said. The couple were fortunate that Tucker had been the primary breadwinner anyway, so at least their fights were not about money struggles as was the case with many other couples. 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, which Tucker hated to see. Tucker soon recognized he needed to help his husband find a renewed purpose in life. ‘If only I could help feel that tasks like cleaning and yardwork were enjoyable and fulfilling – help get him off his but and active. Maybe working out more again too. If he could find purpose in such activities, it would help lift his mood and help me stay focused on work now that I can do it from home. 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 into enjoying being more productive.
He soon stumbled upon some music with subliminal tracks for enjoying serving another man. ‘Huh, not quite the productivity track I was seeking, but it’d probably do the job. So long as he starts to find some purpose in life again.’ 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. At first Edward continued playing video games, but he was slowly starting to do a few more chores around the house here and there.
Tucker was almost caught a couple times wearing the ear plugs. “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.” This wasn’t exactly what Tucker had in mind, but he wasn’t about to stop his eager partner!
Deacon looked in the mirror. He was looking good, having been working out much more lately. It was unlike him, as success in business had been his priority, but he had decided it needed to become more of a priority. He wasn’t in bad shape before, but the improvements of hitting the gym more were definitely beginning to show. It made him happy to see the results, and he started to think about how it might be nice to show Noel his progress.
Noel had started work as Deacon’s new assistant about a year ago, and Deacon had become increasingly grateful for his help. Sometimes he had trouble focusing on the details of a deal, an issue he blamed on his pre-workout causing focus issues, and Noel was always there ready to step in with the needed information. He had been a lifesaver, and Deacon had come to really rely on him.
Yet as he stared at his body, he couldn’t shake the thought of showing off his body to his assistant. He became lost in thought, staring in the mirror as the newest workout mix Noel made him continued to pulse in the background. It was that first workout mix that had really started motivating him to workout more, and he had enjoyed each one since. They always pumped him up, while Noel had also made a mix that helped Deacon relax before bed.
As he zoned out, Deacon began fantasizing about being naked in the office as his sexy assistant also came in naked. The executive felt like he could picture Noel’s physique perfectly, even though he could not remember ever seeing him naked. He had never felt drawn to another man sexually before, but he had slowly found himself lusting after his younger associate more and more.
The next thing he knew, Deacon was waking up in his office, actually naked as he stroked his cock in his chair. He started to come back down a bit, confused as to how he got there and wondering where his clothes could have gone. Thankfully it was the weekend with no one seemingly alone, until he heard a familiar voice.
Westley was the type of hot entitled prick that didn’t know just how good he had it, having always come from a life of privilege. His attitude was more than apparent to Joziah when he had brought in his luxury sports car to the shop. Joziah had his way of dealing with such jerks that involved sabotaging their sound system so that only his special recordings would play when the vehicle drove. One couldn’t switch from satellite to local radio or simply turn the radio off – if the car was on, the special music was playing. The offending client would call in demanding the service be fixed for free – “it was fine until I brought it to you!” Joziah would agree, but claim to be backed up for at least a week and since a radio wasn’t a life-threatening emergency would apologize and offer additional services on the house to make up for the delay. They were never happy at first, but by the time they brought the vehicle in, they wanted to know how they could still choose to listen to the catchy beats if they so desired. They also would often end up giving into a newfound lust for the mechanic, providing him with a steady stream of blowjobs from snobs he loved seeing down on their knees – a position they would love to take for minorities going forward, regardless of what their orientation had been before. But every once in a while, when the person was a complete classist and usually also racist jerk, he liked to take the programming even further.
This was the case with Westley, who found himself craving not just Joziah’s cock but his whole lifestyle. All the perks he had from his live as an executive suddenly started to seem hollow compared to the value of getting to work with one’s hands. The idea of getting down and dirty was being programmed into his subconscious in more ways than one, and the suggestions were definitely taking hold. At the office, he found it harder and harder to concentrate on the business deals that increasingly bored him, wanting instead to get online and watch stock car races. Westley certainly had a tendency to speed before, but he never truly appreciated the rush one could get from the world of autos. He was beginning to crave the different smells of the environment – the sweaty musk of a man working hard, the grease and oil representing manly pastimes. His business suits felt more and more constricting – he envied having seen Joziah in his loose orange jumpsuit that looked so comfortable. By the time he brought his vehicle in to be fixed, he had started wearing the basics meant to be worn under such a jumpsuit. “You’re, uh, looking a bit skimpy in the pants department today, buddy,” Joziah joshed as the athletic former exec responded: “I quit my job today and thought maybe you’d let me try on a jumpsuit? I think I need to wear one.” Joziah smiled at the man’s admission, knowing his programming had worked. That smile led Westley to think with his dick as he went in for a kiss.
By this point, Bryce had reached a point of not being able to resist the growing lust inside of him. He straddled his weekend roommate on the hotel bed, kissing him passionately before pulling down Dawson’s shorts. Soon he was going deep down on the hot jock’s hung cock.
