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Flashback Fridays take an old story and sometimes add a bit more to it! Original here.
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.
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.
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.
Is that so? Perhaps you should try slipping out of some of those clothes. I bet you’ll find that you relax a bit deeper as you undress.
“Yeah right, Coach, like I’m going to start feeling sleepy just because I’ve unzipped my fleece and am starting to … slip… down… ”
Yes, exactly… slip down. And now that you know the power of my hypnosis, you can so easily accept what I’m going to tell you next…
Welcome back.
“Bro! That felt fuckin’ incredible. Me no doubts you ever ag’n.”
You enjoy being a FitDimwit jock?
“Course Coach… so good not think. Just muscle, fun, pleasure.
Me want give you pleasure too.”
That’s right jock. Just drifting deeper with each stroke.
Allowing each stroke to help you let go.
Letting go of all ego as your submissive side grows with each stroke… just needing to please those that are Superior.
Letting go of all you’ve learned as you just embrace the dumb, horny jockslave inside.
And as you relax deeper, you find that the true pleasure you get is from when your holes are stimulated.
Just let go of that cock now and imagine it… a nice big dick in your ass. It feels so good.
It doesn’t matter if you ever stroke again… all that matters is you get that cock off that’s inside of you.
“Damn Coach, you’ve outdone yourself with your gift for me this year!”
“I thought you’d like it.”
“Definitely bro! And man, the presentation… got a flexible one, huh? And that jock looks just like a bow on top of my gift!”
“Now the only question is, which hole do you want to use first? He’s got both open for you now.”
My hypnosis has been getting you more swole than ever. I’d love to see you strip down to nothing.
“Coach, love I keep growin’, but that ain’t gonna happen.”
Don’t worry, I won’t press it. But did you know that good muscleheads strip now.
“Yes Sir. Must strip and flex.”
That’s right… just my mindless muscle slave whenever you are triggered, and yet not remembering any of this when you wake up.