“Hey Coach, what brings you by?” Brody asked innocently enough. I had been working with him for some time on muscle motivation, but I knew the hot jock was now responding well enough that we could take him to the next level.
Within minutes I had him stroking for Me, every nice slow thrust of that hand over his dick taking him deeper and deeper… while also making him dumber and dumber.
Brody had been selected to be one of My fitdwimits, but first we had to make him love being such a dumb jock for Me. The eager stud had no problem imagining that his brains were draining down into his dick. His dick was hard… thinking was hard. He should just think with his dick.
And when he orgasmed, he would cum out some of his brains… or so he believed… and it would leave him a bit more permanently dumb each time.
Brody made an excellent addition and loved being a horny fitdimwit for his Coach.
Flashback Fridays take an old story and sometimes add a bit more to it! Original here.
Tony was always mouthing off at the gym. “Are you dumb? You should do it like this if you want gainz, moron.” His advice wasn’t bad, but it would have been better if he had a different approach. Something with more tact.
Perhaps just a big, friendly oaf of a guy.
Of course the know-it-all was certain I couldn’t get him relaxed… but soon, he was already starting to think with his dick. It was far too easy to get him to comply when I suggested stripping… and as his dick throbbed, I realized just how much he enjoyed submitting to My voice. He’d become more than just an oaf – he’d become MY oaf.
“Was I out long, Sir? Can’t remember nuthin’. Nuthin’ much of anything, really.”
“Feels good though, doesn’t it, to be so simple?”
“Yes, Sir. Just wanna obey.”
“Not needing to remember anything but how to build that muscle and how to please me. There’s really no need to think about anything else, is there?”
“No, Sir, you’re right. I reckon all I need to know is that I’m your muscle slave.”
From then on out, Tony was always much more friendly with his workout advice. He knew he wasn’t better than anyone else… and he knew becoming a friendly trainer at My gym was going to please Me.
He’d also make an invaluable recruitment asset to find more fitdimwits. The type of men that weren’t there just to grow muscle, but also to forget all worries. Guys that looked at a mostly mindless meathead like Tony and said, “I wish I could be like him.”
But he wasn’t completely mindless as his mind did think to ask Me a question…. “Maybe I oughta know one thing, Sir…
Mikey had become so comfortable going into trance for Coach. He was almost completely comfortable being naked for a session now, though his last remaining bit of modesty had him covering up with a towel at the start.
Still, Coach felt Mikey was ready to become one of his fitdimwits, and soon Mikey was stroking right along to Coach’s suggestions about dumbing down. It just felt so good as he let go of all resistance and gave in to the pleasure of being so simple.
Coach also reinforced Mikey’s commitment to muscle – and his love for showing off to Coach. “Flex your arm right now and sense how strong you feel. The more you work out, the more that is all that matters. You do not need to think about anything else. Only about building muscle and pleasing Coach.”
Coach loved seeing the hairy stud flex while entranced. After the flexing, Coach returned to dumbing him down, leaving him feeling like his brain was traveling down to his thick dick.
When the jock woke, he kept starting at his cock. “Wow, Coach., my brains is small to fit in my dickhead, huh?” His mind was now as fuzzy as his body, and we both loved him this way.
Beau was excited that he might get to join the college team, but first he had to pass the physical from the team doctor. He felt pretty confident as he waited and was surprised when the doctor that walked in was fairly young himself. Dr. Schneider began to ask the basic questions, yet Beau found his delivery to be somewhat monotone. It was making him rather sleepy. Of course, that was the point. I had too many jocks to hypnotize myself, so I enlisted Dr. Schneider’s help.
It wasn’t long before Beau had slipped into a trance, and Dr. Schneider continued his “examination” by stroking Beau’s dick as he programmed the jock on My behalf. Of course, Dr. Schneider would get to use the jock as payment for the services, and that was definitely part of his programming as he made Beau so horny for his cock. But he also helped Beau to feel his intelligence draining down into his cock – a cock that would explode when the brains were fucked out of the jock. There wasn’t much need to think on Coach’s team – and if one did think, all they had to do was think with their dick. After all, his penis had a head too.
As Dr. Schneider began to fuck him, the suggestions took deeper hold and Beau’s mind went blank. It turned Dr. Schneider on to see the blank expression on the increasingly dumb jock as he started to pound Beau’s ass harder. Beau felt so good to be becoming a fitdimwit because he knew it meant he was definitely making the team, and yet when he did cum, he just stared. He couldn’t believe his brains had been fucked out! Thank goodness he had his second head to think with.
That’s right jock. You saw how hot it was to see your bud Emmet let go of his inhibitions and just have fun with his hot jock body… deep down, you realized you have wanted the same thing.
And that’s why it’s so easy for you to just let go more and more with each stroke.
Simply allowing all extra knowledge fade away as you stroke, your old self fading away as the dumb, horny jock inside of you takes over.
As we near the end of our session, I want you to feel the rest of your brain traveling down, down, down to the head of your cock.
That’s right. You will fully believe from now on that your brain is in your penis. It is what you love to think with.
When it’s hard, it is your dick telling you what you need to focus on. It’s so easy to just be a dumb jock who thinks with his dick.
Just stroke into relaxation… it feels so good to let go for me. And as you stroke, you’ll find yourself thinking more and more about muscle. How hot and sexy you think it is. How you wish you could be so muscular yourself.
Muscle will become all you want, and all you need to think about.
When I wake you up, you’re going to feel so huge.. simply like a nice big musclehead. Even after I bring you back to awareness that you’re currently a lean jock, that feeling will stay with you…
And because muscle is all you need to think about, you can just stare down at that cock right now… and realize that this is what will drive your thoughts from now on. It’ll get so hard thinking about muscle, and drive you to build more and more muscle.
That lust for muscle taking over all your thoughts… pushing you to work out more… making it so easy for you to eat more… so ready to become that simple big meathead.
“Love flexin’ for ya Coach. Look how swole me am! Gotta pump up again soon!”
Awesome jock… can’t wait to see you getting even bigger!
You worked on both your muscles and your dance moves to get this gig, only to find yourself self-conscious about your outfit.
But none of that matters now because you don’t need to think about it.
In fact, you have the perfect job to barely think at all. You just need to let go… feel all that intelligence draining down, right into your dick.
This is what you think with. Let it lead you as you show off and dance and allow yourself to have a good time…
Because from now on, you’re a fun-loving showboy that doesn’t mind wearing anything, or nothing so long as he gets to get out there and have fun dancing.
When you wake up, you’ll be a FitDimwit – and so excited to be one.