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“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.
Little did he know that I had started mixing a special drug in his drinks. It started making him so horny for me, his smirk changing to a lustful gaze. When he loosened his tie and unbuttoned a little, I knew he was mine – for the special concoction also made him more suggestive.
He came back to my place for some hot sex, then crashed.
He slowly started becoming less and less of a snob and more and more of a dumb thug. Although he was already in decent shape, he became more obsessed with working out. After a few weeks, he even went to the tattoo parlor and started getting inked up. Soon he would be a boxer ready to fight in – or throw – any match for me.
For Jimmy, as he was now known, may have now appeared as a cocky boxer to the outside world… but whenever he came home to me, he was ready to get down on his knees and be my good boy.
We sold his condo, and I used that money to quit my job and focus on training Jimmy. Soon he didn’t even remember the condo, the club, or any of his old life. He was just a guy from the streets that was so glad I saw potential in him and is so willing to do anything for me.
Tonight is his first match, and the odds are against him – but I have a feeling he’ll win. I shipped his opponent a special case of his favorite sports drink a week ago…. mixed with my special concoction. I think I’ll give him a call to wish him luck in throwing the match right now. 😉
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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.”
That’s right jockslave. You long to serve your new Master.
Even as you take care of his needs right now, the pleasure you feel inside grows.
His pleasure is your pleasure, and it feels so right to submit and obey Damien.
To know that he’ll provide this place for you, so long as you serve his every need, his every desire.
As you suck on your new Master’s cock, you know that providing Master with pleasure is your primary purpose.
You respond to his cues… learn how to read what he wants… what gets him off… and you do everything just as your new Master wants.
You are more than a jockslave that must stay fit for your new Master… you are also his servant… and perhaps most importantly, his sex slave.