
“Why don’t you suck my cock, babe?” Joey couldn’t think of a reason not to – of course, Joey could barely think at all. He eagerly went down on his boyfriend’s cock, and Devon loved having Dumb Joey back.
“Why don’t you suck my cock, babe?” Joey couldn’t think of a reason not to – of course, Joey could barely think at all. He eagerly went down on his boyfriend’s cock, and Devon loved having Dumb Joey back.
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
That’s actually an area I could use some more practice with, jock. Though there is one exception to that. I do have some experience with hypnobondage?
“Hypnobondage? Like, just suggesting a jock feels tied up? Yeah, right, Coach. Like that’s going to work.”
My other hypnosis has worked on you and left you loving to flex for Me like the dumb jock you now are. There’s no reason for you to doubt Me now, jock.
You don’t, eh? Good jocks love to strip down for Coach. Good jocks love to flex for Coach.
“I don’t, Coach.”
Then why are you naked and flexing for Me right now, jock?
“I … what…. I don’t remember, Coach.”
That’s okay, jock. Why don’t you get comfortable and begins stroking for Me now…. that’s it… just start stroking that cock until you’re ready to relax even deeper and deeper for Me…
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original story, then titled “Serve the Men Who Serve Your Country,” here.
It was not uncommon for gay jokes to abound in a military environment, and Emiliano had been one of the top offenders. He had been unaware that his favorite prank buddy was himself gay, as Remy had so far kept closeted as he prepared to serve. Now, knowing his fellow army jock had been programmed to obey, Remy couldn’t resist the urge to test just how much Emiliano would obey.
As I woke him, Angus couldn’t help but feel excited. “You really think this will work, Coach? I mean, I am getting hard just thinking about!,” he said as he took off his pants and felt his bulge through his boxers.”
Only one way to find out, I replied.
Since we were in the privacy of his place, I didn’t see the harm in a bit of roleplay. Actors put on different accents all the time. But as he felt up his body and expressed desire to stay that way forever, I wondered if there was anything I could do. Acting for a film or stage production is one thing, but acting that way all the time was another.
Finally an idea hit Me.