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“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.
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..
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.
“You’re going to love feeling all of my bulges. Go ahead and feel your favorite bulge right now.” Sir Jack flexed his left arm, his biceps forming a nice big bulge. But as Reece instead went for his bulge, the big hairy bear knew the young man had sufficiently fallen under his control.
“Good boy,” he said, sending a wave of pleasure over Reese’s body. “It’s time to learn to love my scent. Keep feeling how your favorite bulge gets even bigger as you go ahead and spend some time in my pits now.”
The once-preppy Reese would have been repulsed at the thought in the past – especially since Sir Jack was all about natural scents and had a strong musk to him.
But the conditioning had him more than eager… and his own bulge began to grow too.
The young twink pulled down his hairy Sir’s pants and took it all in. The more he inhaled, the more he knew he needed more of it. He had to have Sir’s magnificent cock in his mouth.
Sir Jack was pleased as his newly conditioned boy began to deep throat his big dick.
After some time, Sir Jack put his hand on Reese’s head and said, “That’s enough for now, boy. Your training isn’t done yet. Go ahead and take your clothes off.”
The obedient boy complied, following his Sir’s lead in stripping down completely.
Reece found the words becoming true: the more he sniffed, the more he found the smell arousing. The more he found the smell arousing, the more he wanted to sniff. And his dick did began to throb more and more as that smell became more and more arousing to him.
The Sir laid back and enjoyed it, but would occasionally pipe in with another suggestion for the boy. Suggestions about how much spending time with all these smells made him crave getting fucked… how the more he smelled, the more relaxed his hole became, ready for Sir’s thick dick.
And it wasn’t long before Sir Jack had his boy properly rimmed and lubricated before they proceeded to fuck multiple times in multiple positions – and Reece loved that he now was such a good sniff pig for his Sir.
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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.