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Recruiting a Soldier
Hypnotic language is used in the below.
So, you have the weekend off, huh, soldier? That’s nice. A weekend without orders or commands… of course, I bet a part of you deep down will miss that. After all, sometimes it just feels so nice to not have to think for ourselves, isn’t that right? It can simply be so easy to let go of the need to think and mindlessly obey those commanding officers, just as it can be so easy to let go of the need to think as you mindlessly begin to obey Coach.
You aren’t even sure when it started to happen as you simply listened to Me speak. Perhaps you’re just so used to following orders that you easily started to succumb to My commanding voice or perhaps My commanding voice left you with no choice but to follow along.
You aren’t even sure when it started to happen as you simply listened to Me speak. Perhaps you’re just so used to following orders that you easily started to succumb to My commanding voice or perhaps My commanding voice left you with no choice but to follow along.
My words echoing in your head in such a way that all other thoughts have begun to fade, just as all resistance fades from you right now. It simply feels so good to listen as you give right in to the pleasure building up as you are left following right along, and following right along is left giving you so much pleasure deep down. Stripping away inhibitions as you strip off those clothes. Relaxing as you sit and stroke, and stroking as you sit and relax. Every stroke helping you to give in further and further like the good soldier you are. You might have forgotten I programmed you to be a military jock ahead of your enlistment, but your subconscious is left so easily remembering how good it feels to go so deep for Me. Deeper and deeper and it feels so good.
Relaxing as you sit and stroke, and stroking as you sit and relax. Every stroke helping you to give in further and further like the good soldier you are. You might have forgotten I programmed you to be a military jock ahead of your enlistment, but your subconscious is left so easily remembering how good it feels to go so deep for Me. Deeper and deeper and it feels so good. Continue reading Recruiting a Soldier
Flashback Friday: Mix-Up at the Inn
The first Friday of the month features a Flashback story. While Veterans Day will be observed in the U.S. next Friday (falling on Sat. the 11th), I thought it was close enough in dates to go ahead and feature a Veterans Day-inspired story previously available only to Patrons – now available to all!
“Unfortunately we’re all booked. But Coach said you wouldn’t mind because GOOD SOLDIERS OBEY.”[/column-quarter-4]
The faces of the two veterans went blank as they stood up. “Yes Sir,” they both replied.
“Good soldiers. I’m one of Coach’s Alphas, and I’m looking for new recruits for his Muscle Army. You had these triggers implanted way back in bootcamp, but now that you’re no longer serving your country, it’s time to serve a greater purpose. But first, Coach needs to train you some more with a special video he made, so get comfy and hop in bed.”
The trigger had worked like a charm: they had no choice but to obey the Alpha that issued it. Soon they were in bed together, comfortably shirtless as they began to watch Coach’s special programming.
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Cole v. Sergeant
In honor of Veterans Day in the U.S., here’s another story that was previously for $5+ level but now is free as a special holiday Flashback Friday.
Cole was not a fan of the military. He lived near a base and had encountered more than one soldier he felt was ignorant and cocky. He wasn’t quite sure if that was the type of guy the army simply attracted, or if the environment led to that type of behavior, but he had begun to resent the military-industrial complex. Why should these jerks get all this money to try out new weapons, when so many others were suffering? Cole had even been staging little-attended protests and other small acts of rebellion against the nearby base, and he was preparing for his latest tactic when he suddenly heard some relaxing music.
Cole had even been staging little-attended protests and other small acts of rebellion against the nearby base, and he was preparing for his latest tactic when he suddenly heard some relaxing music. 
It felt natural to lean back against Sergeant Andrek, though his sleepy eyes would not spot the handsome man until later. Sergeant Andrek was a veteran of war that now served as an army recruiter, his numbers impressing his bosses. What they didn’t know was that he often used hypnosis, and Cole was the latest to succumb. While a bit on the small side, the Sarge knew muscle could always be developed so long as a boy’s mind was open, and Cole’s susceptibility to the music was allowing him a way to open the young man’s mind. Sergeant Andrek especially loved when he could convert a protester, and sometimes all it took was finding the right set of keys and seeing how a subject responded. As he probed the boy’s subconscious, the Sarge soon discovered that all the protesting was truly rooted in a lack of role model that Cole always wish he had. “You don’t just need a mentor, boy. You need an authority figure. Someone to mold you into the finest of young men. Someone that you love to please and obey – for it feels so good for you to obey.”
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Simply Fit for Service
Jaxon had served his country, and served it well.Yet, though he was proud of his service, Jaxon was discovering that adjusting back to citizen life was more daunting than expected. He was never one to want to lead, thus getting out early instead of going for career, but he actually missed inspections and following orders. Without them, he felt a bit lost.
Yet, though he was proud of his service, Jaxon was discovering that adjusting back to citizen life was more daunting than expected. He was never one to want to lead, thus getting out early instead of going for career, but he actually missed inspections and following orders. Without them, he felt a bit lost.
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.
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Commanding Officer
Flashback Friday: As Memories Wash Away
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
That shower is just so relaxing, and it feels so good to relax after a hard workout just like that. You have enjoyed building that muscle for Coach, and that water hitting that hard body just feels so good. It helps to loosen up all tensions in those muscles as it becomes so easy to feel all stress washing away. It helps to loosen up all the worries and insecurities in your mind, as all doubts begin to wash away. And it helps to loosen up all those remaining inhibitions as all resistance to being reprogrammed washes away now. Last, but not least, i helps those memories inside of you to loosen up as we begin to wash those away too. Soon we’ll finish stripping away your clothes as we also finish stripping away your past. Just let all those old memories wash away. It is simply so easy to just let go of your old life. Let go to the pleasure as you are reprogrammed.
As you lather up with my special shampoo and soap mix, you can inhale that aroma. Just breathe it in as your mind becomes more and more blank. This special concoction helps to brainwash you further and further. And in this relaxed state, it’s so easy to just let any remaining old memories rinse off as you scrub clean. That’s it, soldier. Allow your memories to just swirl down the drain as you open your mind up to my reprogramming.More and more ready to be written by Coach’s hypnosis as you find yourself learning about who you are now. About how you feel so good to obey. About how you love to work out and build muscle. About how you love to show off that muscle. About how you love to recruit others into services. You are now a soldier in my muscle army. Working out for Coach. Eating right for Coach. Showing off for Coach. Growing Coach’s muscle army.
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Resorting To A New Life
I had this all written before lunch minus the titles and tags, then got busy and forgot to come back to it. So technically not Friday anymore, apologies for that; at least it is being late on a free one and not a rewards one. 😛
A former soldier, Blaise had seen enough pain in the world that all he wanted to do was forget it all. He had turn to Me, and I helped his already buff-from-the-military physique grow even bigger as his mind seemingly grew smaller. He began to get more and more comfortable with the idea of showing off his body as I simply helped him let go to his inner himbo of a musclehead. A history of obeying orders helped the muscle jock drift easily into trance, but overcoming some of the inhibitions still took some work. It helped when I found ways to connect the plans I had for his future working at a resort, to his past service in the army. For example, while he had been reluctant about loving to show off his muscles, there was a big shift when I began programming that jockstraps and trunks were his uniforms now.
Thinking of the apparel as a uniform seemed to work well for the military jock. When he worked in the cabins, he was to wear a jockstrap at all times. Beyond appropriate footwear, that would be all he wore with a few exceptions – at times an apron if working in the kitchen, and sometimes a tie when we had a more formal conference taking place at the resort. Businessmen seemed to love the added touch of the tie and how it’s placement in the deep divide of his pecs seemed to accentuate his chest. Even better was how the tie seemed to point down right to his giant bulge.
Often, Blaise took a more outdoor role, wearing trunks as he greeted guests for guided tours in the surrounding nature.
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Flashback Friday: Serve Your Superior
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.
Emiliano had always been pulling pranks on his buddy Remy during their years studying in the ROTC program together. It often resulted in the two of them getting in trouble, and Remy worried it might undermine his hopes of a military career that would lead to an early retirement. The program already had Coach’s services on hand to help motivate the boys for fitness, but Remy sought to see if I could help in other ways. Soon after, I began some one on one training with Emiliano, who would be instructed to view Remy as his Superior. Soldiers are already programmed to obey orders, so it was quite easy.
As the military stud inspected the specimen before him, he asked: “Are you ready to serve the men who serve your country?” “Sir, yes Sir!” Emiliano replied without hesitation.
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.
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There’s No Way It Works On Me
JD was the type of rich, preppy fratboy that seemed to have everything figured out – even if that was partially because so much had been handed to him, including good genetics. But sometimes the ones that are the most convinced they are above everyone else, are the ones that so easily slip down below them. So it was when JD spotted me in a park wearing a hypnosis t-shirt. “There’s no way that’s real.” I explained to him how he had been left with preconceived notions right from movies and right from TV, but that real hypnosis worked right in other ways. “There’s no way it works on me then.” I told him how he might be right, as one had to be left willing to open their mind right up to suggestions in order for the hypnosis to work. If you are left thinking about it, it is hot what can be revealed.”
Why did you take off your shirt?
“Because it’s getting hot.”
And you thought that when I said it was hot, only to reveal your body to me.
“What? No, that’s just a coincidence.”
Perhaps you are right, but I bet I am also right that you have been left more suggestible right in that mind than you have been left admitting, and I know that you know I’m right. And you are left perfectly safe right with me, so go ahead and let right go to the possibilities. Because if you are left opening up to the possibilities, doesn’t that just feel so right deep down? Of course it does.” And so it went as I continued to answer for him, convincing him further and further of the potential of hypnosis.
“I’m still not sure I believe in hypnosis,” JD told me as he stood naked in a bedroom, not realizing he had already been in a deep trance and filled with my suggestions that echoed in his subconscious mind.
This time, though, I wanted him to feel the power of hypnosis. Then why are you naked in this bedroom with me?
A flash of awareness spread across his face, and his face began to look increasingly panicked. “Why can’t I move?”
Because I also suggested that everything but your mouth and eyes would be frozen in place. But don’t worry… you have allowed this to happen because you want this to happen. Deep down, you have wanted to let go to a simpler life.
No more expectations. No more needing to be perfect. Just nice and simple for your new Coach.
As he submitted, I allowed him to relax on the bed and began to have him stroke himself for Me. Every stroke, of course, would help him further let go of all thoughts and all intelligence, until only a simple musclehead remained. As he found himself less able to think, he no longer questioned everything – which meant the suggestions I told him were now true, indeed had become true for him.
“Of course hypno is real Coach! Don’t I always go under for you? Fuck, you’ve helped me get so huge!”
Pleased with his instant progress, I decided it was time let it all sink in..
“Hey Coach,” JD stopped by the window while out for a morning jog. I could tell he had been hitting the lifting harder as well, with pecs that were already looking bigger than before. Having the meathead move into the apartment I showed him, as he used his trust fund to pay Me rent, was a brilliant move that kept him close for regular programming, and I loved having My newest muscle toy so close to Me he could stop by on his jog.
I would be taking advantage of both his body and his obedience, tempered with hypnotic amnesia, later on. For now, I was just going to enjoy waking up to a little bit of eye candy. Hey JD, you’re looking good. Let’s see My good boy flex for his Coach.
“Yes, Sir!”
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