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..
Stroke for Me until you cum out those brains, boy, and feel the changes become permanent.
“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.
Jaysen was on the way to being valedictorian of his college class, but the grind began to get to him. He longed for ways to just escape from it all and simplify his life. When he found my files online, it wasn’t enough. He knew he was the type of jock I wanted in my program, so he sent in some photos to apply for the program. Impressed with I saw, I soon invited him out. He was all smiles as I arrived, impressing Me by being early for his training.
“Coach, I’m so glad I found you! I’ve been looking over the options you sent, and I’d love the poolboy tract, Coach.”
That’s a popular tract. You enjoy swimming?
“I love it Sir, I feel so at home in the water!”
Of course, it’s not all fun and relaxation. You’ll have to earn your keep.It just will be a low-stress way of earning it.
“I understand, Coach.”
Very good. Go ahead and get comfortable on the futon, and when you are ready, begin to gently stroke that cock as you listen to My voice. And as we relax you down, we will also dumb you down into a more simple state of existence. It is good to be simple. Being simple is good. It is so simple to drift deep for Me right now because going deep for Me feels so good. It feels so good to go deep, it is just that simple. It is so easy for you to go deep for Me when you are just a simple jock. You are a simple jock. It is so simple for you to go so deep for Me right now.
And so the training continued over the next week. We would often change up the location of the session, but wherever we were, Jaysen would wake up feeling so good to be so simple. He could feel it as we drained his ‘brains’ out until they were so small, they fit in his other head. That is where his brains would be from now on..
When he wasn’t waking up with a big old smile, he was waking up staring at his dick. “Whoa Coach. Can’t belief my brains fits down there now.”
His dick would often think about how good it was to simply obey. And his dick felt better and better to just submit and obey. I(f he was told to strip, he did. If he was told to flex, he did. If he was told to get on his knees and suck off Coach, he did. It was just so simple to obey.
His already fit body continued to tone as he hit the gym even harder, knowing that the one area he was still smart was the gym. He could easily learn and remember lifting techniques, and keep track of his reps, macros and stats – even as other numbers began to confuse him.
Every stroke cemented his status as a fitdimwit. It was so hard to think about anything except making sure his dick was hard – and more importantly, that Coach’s dick was hard.
Sully and Keaton were jealous of a couple of guys across the hall, Dash and Orion. They were never shy about being seen going to the showers or anything like that. Sure, it seemed like they only got into college based on sports scholarships because it certainly wasn’t academics, but their carefree attitudes appealed to Sully and Keaton, who were both on the nerdier side and always felt like they were trying so hard to fit in – during the few times their harsh academic schedules allowed a break.
What they didn’t know was that their beach-loving buddies were only so carefree because they had each gone through My fitdimwit training program, dumbing down as they stroked for Coach, before being paired together. Both had made excellent subjects and soon they would often stroke each other into trance for more of Coach’s hypnosis to dumb down.
I decided to skip past the individual training and told the young twinks what worked best – stroking each other as they listened to Coach’s voice. “Come on, Coach, you really expect us to jerk each other off?”
It’s the first step in learning to let right go of what others think, instead left so carefree and left so simple. And I know I am right that this is what you both have been left wanting deep down, because I see those dicks have already been left standing up. So go ahead, boys, and stroke for Coach.
Soon I was instructing the young men on how they two would now be dumb jocks. What I didn’t expect was how instructing the boys to think with their dicks would make Keaton crave dick so much – for his inner jock loving to sexually submit.
Soon Keaton was being fucked by his Alpha buddy, and I had him continue his tranced stroking and training even as he was fucked so that I could enhance this submissive nature. We needed a guy like him on the team… though I’d still have him focus on improving his body, he would become a team manager. And what he would be managing would be the team’s sexual needs. Both of them loved letting go more and more. They did not realize just how dumb they were getting, or how much they would love it. Sully and Keaton would soon be going to the registrar’s office and changing courses. Any dreams of big careers simply involved too much work, and what good is that in this short life? Isn’t it better to just be simple? Of course they both agreed… being simple is best.
After a few more sessions in their dorm room, I invited all four guys to the locker room to meet up. One quick phrase was all it took to get them to slip out of their clothes and begin stroking into a deep trance for Me. As usual, Dash and Orion found it easiest to go into trance stroking each other, but I soon had them mixing up in different pairs so that the idea of all being on one team would build in their heads.
Each stroke reinforced that it was best to just think with their dicks. After all, thinking is hard. Their dicks are hard. Why not just think with their dicks? Fuck it felt so good. And though Sully had never been much for sports before, he soon found himself becoming one of the star athletes on the team.
As for Keaton’s place? He soon found it, down on his knees. To think with his dick meant to crave dick more than anything else, and he knew that leaving his teammates satisfied would give him more pleasure than anything else. He jerked and sucked off his teammates until they are all ready to explode at the same time.
As their climaxes approached, he sat down and awaited for their cum – his mouth open ready to swallow as much of it as he could. All of them were dumb jocks, but Keaton also had become a total cum pig, loving to serve all his fellow fitdimwits.
Noah was the type of guy that thought he was all that, and let people know it. His university’s star swim athlete, he was known just as much around campus for his bullying ways as he was for his accomplishments. On the rare occasions he showed up for class, he would sit in the back and mock other students he felt were nerds and geeks – whom he would later threaten until they helped him with his coursework. The one thing he did still care about was swimming, and he knew he needed good grades to stay on the team. I happened to catch him napping in the locker room as he waited for some nerds to finish his assignments. A hung jock, he was not shy about napping in the nude…. and I simply couldn’t resist giving him a few suggestions as he dozed.
When he woke, I wasn’t sure if it had been my suggestions that made him so comfortable chatting me up in the buff, or if it was his natural confidence. Either way, I had planted the seeds about how I could help him with his swimming.
“What’s up, Coach? I was waiting for you and guess I dozed off.”
Oh yeah? What about?
“Well, I overhead someone talking… not even sure who, just seem to kind of remember… that you do hypnosis to help jocks perform better. Do you think you could help me become a better swimmer? I mean, sure, I’m the best here, but I want to go even farther with my swimming career.”
Sure, Noah. My most effective technique involves stroking your cock, so go ahead and get comfortable in that chair. It’s time to be a good boy and stroke for Coach.
Thanks to my earlier suggestions, Noah didn’t give a second thought to how the phrase ‘good boy’ made his cock throb.
It didn’t take long before Noah’s eyes glazed over as he slowly stroked to my voice and suggestions. Even before his eyes closed, I could tell his mind was emptying of all thoughts. Little did he know, that they soon would empty of so much more.
You see, Noah wasn’t a dumb jock. Not yet. Sure, he didn’t do his homework, but that was because he was conceited and entitled, as he bullied and manipulated other kids into doing it. But that was not the kind of guy I wanted representing the team.
But in order to make him friendlier and more polite, I had to make him forget. And with guys like Noah, it’s not enough to make them forget about their ego… because if they remember at all that people lust for such a stud, it does not take long for that ego to come back. The only way to make it stick is to dumb them down to the point that they won’t think about how others treat them. All they can do is love how good it feels to be such a dumb, friendly jock.
So that’s just what I did, and it wasn’t long before Noah had zoned out completely – yet his dick was still so hard.
Deep down, this is what he wanted. This is what he craved. He hated himself inside for how he treated others, so he wanted to let go and lead a more simple and happy life. And as soon as he came, it was as if he was cumming out all the IQ that had drained down from his brain.
By the time he woke up, he didn’t even realize he had changed. He didn’t get why others were so intimidated by him… he was just a dumb friendly jock. But as word spread about how Noah had changed, the reception got much friendlier.
Noah came to the next swim meet early, more than ready to compete. This is what he had been training all week for – it’s not like he had much else to think about. Plus he knew he had geeks to be fucked by. Yes, you read that right – the very geeks that the former bully used to fuck over, were now fucking him. I conditioned Noah to believe that cum up his ass would help him perform better… and all the gay geeks were eager to sign up for the next chance to fuck such a hot dumb jock.
Given how dumb I had made the former jerk, it was the only way to keep up his grades so he could stay on the team. Yet none of the gay geeks minded… because instead of being used by a jerk, they were now getting to use the hottest stud on campus.
I’m not sure if Noah had been gay before – guys like him often are repressed or closeted. But it was easy enough to convince him that being fucked made him a better swimmer… and breaking personal bests and school records reinforced that freeing himself of all that toxic behavior as well as all unnecessary brains, truly helped him become one with the water.
Even if it started as a belief that it made him a better athlete, Noah had soon accepted he loved being fucked up the butt, and came out as gay. He was even profiled by a website that profiles gay athletes who are accepted by their teammates and schools.
Of course, there was no one Noah loved to be fucked by more than Coach.
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Just stroke for Coach as you look in the mirror. And as you stroke, visualize yourself growing bigger. Getting stronger. That’s a good boy.
With every stroke you want to please Coach more. And what will please Coach is when you build more muscle. Coach wants to see you get bigger and stronger. Coach wants you to become that stud of a baseball jock.
You feel that desire to be a muscle jock get so intense, that you absolutely must work to fulfill that desire. You must do what it takes to please Coach. You must do what it takes to excel on the team.
Feel that power to hit home runs. Feel that strength to throw that ball where it needs to go. It feels so good to let Coach mold you into a more perfect muscle jock.
You are such a good boy for Coach and you will send Me progress photos along the way. Good boys show off for Coach. You are a good boy. You show off for Coach.
“Coach, you’re really helping me get strong. Thanks!” Good boy. I’d love to see more of your muscles. Let’s see just how strong.
“Been killing it in the batting cages. Have so much power now thanks to you, Coach!”Good boy. Coach is so pleased to see your progress.
Hope you can make a game – would love to properly thank you after.” Good boy. In the meantime, you can thank Me with some more sexy photos – I know it feels so good to show off for Coach.
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Oscar had been a star player on the college wrestling team. While not the biggest guy, he was very scrappy, often surprising other opponents in his weight class. Unfortunately, he also loved to use some of those moves on the underclassmen. He was also president of a wrestling frat on campus, and he made sure everyone in the house worshiped him like a God.
I brought him in for some of our usual workout motivation, but this time I had something else in mind. It wasn’t unusual for Oscar to grab his large package during trance, and I was going to use that to My advantage as I encouraged him to rub it. And of course rubbing it felt so good, and I told him to rub it… so surely it must feel so good to do as I say.
Soon his whole hand was in the boxer briefs stroking into trance.
Every stroke relaxes you more. Every stroke relaxes you deeper.
And yet the more I talked about submission, the more those shorts bulged out.
Ready to be a good boy. More submissive to your Coach with each and every stroke.
And when I started talking about how he would love to be fucked by Me, he even started to pull down his briefs.
Not yet boy. First you must earn it. First you must worship Me like the God I am.
And worship Me he did, as he dropped to his knees and took a position of submission. My programming had worked its way deep into his subconscious, and there was nothing he desired more than to please his new Master.
He offered up praise to his new God – and then he offered up his services. He was desperate to make Me proud.
“I submit myself to you, Coach. You are my Master. You are My God. I humbly kneel before you, and lower myself to your feet. This is where I belong.
Let me worship them. Let me lick your feet clean and massage them. Please allow me, Sir. It’d be such an honor to serve as your humble footslave, Master. Or maybe you would rather I massage your shoulders, or worship your cock. Anything you want, Master. Anything to earn Sir’s cock in my ass.”
After this, he was much more humble in his frat and with his teammates. Sometimes he even let the freshman fuck him. He was the wrestling star with nothing to prove – except for wanting to prove his devotion to Me.
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