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No wonder you still look so thirsty, then, jock.
“I do, Coach?”
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.
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.”
Looking good, jock.
Definitely going to be a better year, jock. But even though we couldn’t practice, you kept working out both that body and that mind… right, jock?
“Yeah, Coach! I did your hypnosis workouts twice a day, before workouts and before bed!”
“Sure, Coach, I’ve been learning all about rugby.”
Oh I’m sure you do, jock. And SIMPLE RUGBY JOCKs like you rarely remember anything else except how to be a good rugby jock for Coach, and that’s perfectly okay… because being mentally prepared for the season means not being distracted by any other worries or concerns.
It’s time to reinforce your training, Everett.
“Whatchya mean trainin’ Coach? I ain’t been on one of your teams since college.”
That’s right. You’ve had a simple life here at the farm. You love the simple life, don’t you, jock?
“Fuck yeah, Coach. All the chores keep me nice and lean and I ain’t gotta worry about no one else but makin’ sure Boss is happy.”
That’s why I’m here, boy. Boss says you’re starting to ask too many questions.
“Whatchya mean I’m asking too many questions?”
Everett unbuttoned his pants then flexed for a moment, pausing. “Ain’t I only supposed to get naked for Boss?”
This is for Boss. I’m training you for Boss. So you can also get naked in front of Me too. Good boys strip down when told by their Superiors. I am your Superior. You are a good boy. You strip down for Me right now.
“Yes Sir,” the jock responded as he finished slipping off his jeans.
Stripping away those inhibitions as you strip down, and stripping away that intelligence too.
Of course you are, jock. There’s no way I’ve already transformed you into a a dumb jock.
“I ain’t dumb, Coach!”
And there’s no way you’ll begin taking off your clothes as you chat with Me.
“Why would I do that Coach? Oh my jacket? That’s just cuz it’s hot in here Coach. Still kinda warm in this joint. Dude, do you have your heat on in September? Maybe I should strip down more. You don’t mind, do ya, Coach?”
“Fuck, Coach, you’re talking so fast I don’t understand whatchya are sayin’. Was it important Coach? Cuz this boner is startin’ to feel really important. Like I need to take care of it.
The words are not left important as you focus right on that pleasure, left unable to resist as you begin to stroke right along until you are left needing to sit down and relax right for me. That’s it, jock, just nice and slow right along that dick until you are left getting so sleepy.