“Fuck yeah, I’m rockin’ this jock slut costume. [Doorbell] Isn’t it a bit late kids?”
“Damn dude, you’re no kid. Who are you?”
“I’m a trick with a treat.”
The jock wasn’t sure why his head started to feel fuzzy, but he couldn’t help but drift off into an obedient state as the masked man spoke.
“You craved that treat. Who doesn’t crave a nice treat now and then? But on Halloween, one could just give in and overindulge on those treats. Give in jock. It’s time for your treat.”
The jock was helpless but didn’t care. Even if he’d been tricked into believing it, he accepted he was in for a treat.
That’s right jock, just relax into trance as you slip on that toy. You’ll find that each thrust helps to take you deeper and deeper, and the deeper you go, the more pleasure you feel…. the more pleasure you feel, the deeper you go.
And because it feels so very good, you’ll want to experience this feeling again… this feeling of fucking a jockhole. You’ve fucked pussy before but it’s never compared to this… how amazing it feels to slip your dick into the hole of one of your fellow jocks.
“Damn Coach, I never knew jockhole could feel so fuckin’ good. When you gonna assign me my rookie?”
Some new recruits are coming in very soon.
“Awesome Coach. Does jockhole really feel that good? I mean, maybe ’til I get my rookie I can have some teammates practice on me.
Don’t wanna deny them this sweet pleasure, ya know?”
As you look into the mirror in this relaxed state, it’s so easy for you to see your ideal self looking back at you. You’ve worked so hard to become such a powerful, muscular guy that can get by on his muscles. And because you can get by on your muscles, you know you’re finally at the point where absolutely nothing else matters. Only muscle. That man in the mirror loves when he works up a sweat getting even bigger. That man in the mirror loves when his muscles are worshiped. That man in the mirror is a total meathead. Go ahead… reach your arms out to that mirror now….and feel him take over you.
“Fuck yeah Coach, check out my muscle. You wanna feel Coach?
Or you wanna wait til I’m even more pumped after I go lift?”
Relaxing more as you stand there and soak it all in.
The more that water hits you, the more you wish to take off those clothes.
They just start to feel so damp and gross against your skin – and this is how clothes will always feel against your skin from now on.
You start by unbuttoning… the more free from your clothes you feel, the better you feel.
Feeling so free as you pull down those pants… so ready to take it all off.
As we finish your session, you realize you feel so comfortable being naked from now on… and the thought of living a life where you can almost always be naked turns you on.
Because of this, you will love your new life as a houseboy… able to wear as little as possible as often as possible, so willing to sacrifice your intelligence and so much more in order to fulfill your dream of serving as an almost always naked jock.
“Like, whoa, Coach, your sesh got us totally hard.”
“Fuck yeah. Love chillaxin’ for ya dude.”
“You got some steeze, Coach.”
“Ready to go for a ride, bruh?”
That’s right my jocks… just let the horny skaterboi inside of you take over whenever you wear those hats.
Even when you take those hats off, you’ll find yourself loving skateboarding more, skater fashion more… but wearing those hats especially gets you in that right mindset of being a horny skater lad.
The only thing you’ll love riding more than your skateboards is each other.
“Whoa… I just felt light-headed when you said that.”
“In that case you better let me help you with that shirt.”
“Sure bro. I can help you with yours too.”
“And now for those shorts…”
Soon the jocks were filling up with uncontrollable lust.They didn’t realize that Coach’s hypnosis sessions had implanted a trigger word that only worked when in the locker room: laundry.
Any time one of the team or Coach mentioned laundry in the locker room, the jocks felt all their eyes glaze over and all their cocks shot right up.
In that moment, all jockholes were ripe for the taking, remaining in lustful trance until each teammate had cummed.
“Damn dude, you’re no kid. Who are you?”
