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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. Just becoming more of a leatherman with each thrust.
Loving the smell. Loving the feel.
And especially loving how it looks on you… and on others.
And whether you’re wearing your leather or not, the sight of another man in leather always gets you so horned up.
“Damn Coach, I look awesome… and this leather… fuck… I love how it feels on me man.
But damn I’m nothing compared to you in your leather there.
As much as I love all this, how about we strip down some … you gotta know just how grateful I am…
and how fuckin’ sexy I think you are.”
“Man Johnson, you’re starting to get some real muscle.”
“Nah, it’s nothing.”
“No man, you’re gettin’ swole.”
“Yeah, what’s your secret bro?”
“Here’s my gym buds now. I’ll show you.”
“You guys have been workin’ with Coach, right?”
“Yeah man, we’re totally jockin’ up.”
“Well, if you want to bulk up, it’s all about getting that testosterone flowing through you.
You just feel Coach’s words inside you as you work with your gym buds on getting that pump before you hit the weights.”
“Like this Johnson?”
“Attaboys. Let’s activate fuckin’ beast mode!”
“Fuck… I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Don’t do it man.
We gotta work out first, and then after we’ll get that release bros.”
It’ll take a while for a skinny jock like you to bulk up… but don’t worry… I have just the mp3 I can play for you.
“Awesome man! 2015 is gonna be the year of gains!”
–Soon the two jocks were giving in both to the lust and the trance, their eyes glazing over even in the midst of action… thinking about that muscle that’d be so good for flexing and fucking.
“Hey Coach, I just moved to Colorado but have always been a beach kind of a guy that despises the cold.
But all my new friends love hittin’ the slopes. Can you help?”
I think we can do something about that. Why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable for me.
You love living so close to the mountains. They’re so peaceful and serene to look at. Even now just thinking about their majesty, you can’t help but just let your mind wander off and relax…
So ready to practice skiing… snowboarding… and more, wanting and needing to get better because you seek that thrill… the thrill that exhilarates but that also brings you closer to your friends. You want to show them you can keep up.
When you next look in the mirror, you will see that new you. The you that now loves winter and all the activities one can do in the snow.
“Damn Coach, you should have seen me shreddin’ the gnar. My bros that grew up here are gettin’ jealous of my crunchy moves.
But after all that fresh pow, I’m ready to get hot and steamy. How about you join me as a thank you?”
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“Whoa Coach, that was like, truly awesome.”
“Fuck yeah bro. But I don’t remember nothin’.”
Don’t worry guys. All I did was reinforce the importance of working together. Now how about another team-building exercise?
“Sure Coach! What is it?”
Work together to achieve simultaneous orgasms.
“You jealous?”
“Nah man, just thinkin’ about the best positions for us all. You best take middle.”
“You wanna fuck or get sucked?”
{It didn’t matter that two of the jocks -were- straight. Their conditioning made their objective more important than orientation… plus Coach had ensured it’d all feel so good.}
All you want in life is big muscle. You will do anything for it… including become a muscleslave.
You want to get bigger not just because we both like the way it looks, but because love the thought of using your muscles to help protect your Master.
As you look in the mirror now, you can see it now… you are becoming a bodyguard. Allowing your mind to be so simple as you simply rely on your instincts and strengths. Building your body even bigger so you can guard even better.
I just came to see how you liked helping secure your master’s property slave.
“Love it Coach. He off pickin’ up supplies. Me guard. Just did round. How about a quickie before me check again?”
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