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“I’m still not sure Coach. I’ve always been told I have that type of build but it just comes naturally. I’m not sure I’d actually be any good at playing. Plus isn’t it a huge time commitment that could get in the way of my academics?”
What is it you wish to be when you graduate from college, jock?
“Honestly, I’m still kind of figuring that out, Coach. It just feels like so much pressure and I don’t want to add to that.”
That’s the thing, jock. You don’t have to feel any pressure at all. You could just allow yourself to forget right about all that pressure and let right go of that stress .
“That does sound kind of good, Coach. But I’m still not sure why I had to put on this shirt to try the pads on. Not only does it look like it needs washed; it smells like it too.”
Yet deep down, isn’t that smell just a bit intoxicating right to your senses? The smell of real young men working hard, no other cares in the world as they are left sweating in game together. Heck, imagine if that smell was coming from your own armpit… wouldn’t you be proud of what it represented? Go ahead and pretend that right now as you are left taking some deep whiffs.
Warning: The following contains hypnotic language about becoming Coach’s obedient goon.
Warning: Post contains hypnotic language for dumbing down.
Warning: Hypnotic language for dumbing down is used below.
It started innocently enough as he began to admire the muscled builds that a job of labor combined with gym time could build. The company had a basic weight room that many of the guys used to let off some steam during their lunch break, and he found himself doing the same. That lust for more muscle kept evolving though into a lust for muscle. That admiration of men’s physiques grew into attraction, and then a desire that just kept growing stronger. He tried to shake it, but every time, the lust just came back stronger. He’d never thought of men in that way, but the more he hung out in this environment, the more he found himself fantasizing.
Even though more men in general were catching his eye, it really was the hard-working studs he worked with that turned him on most. Something about both being blue collar guys in uniform, getting sweaty together from a hard day’s work, just really began to drive him wild. Though he still showered, he found himself starting to skip deodorant and cologne. For some reason, they had begun to overwhelm his nose, but natural musk started to smell better and better. Not only was he loving how he was smelling, but sometimes he would sneak into the work locker room and find an unlocked unit with some sniffworthy clothes in it. Soon he was spitting on his dick and masturbating to the smells and fantasies on the sly.