“You really think ya can hypnosis me Coach? ‘cuz I don’t think ya can. I’m too smart for that.”

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?”

I don’t mind, jock, nor does your mind happen to mind that I’ve left you transformed right into that dumb jock you had always wanted to be deep down. And as you are left beginning to remember those deep down desires, you are left so incredibly aroused.

“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.