Tag Archives: trigger

Free Fridays, Recordings

GOOD OBEDIENT JOCK

Leave a comment

It can be so nice to have a hypnojock around the house. Need a bit of stress release and all I need to do is walk in and say, GOOD JOCKS OBEY as I watch the eyes begin to droop and the expression become blank. GOOD JOCKS FLEX FOR COACH and the jock begins to show off his muscles, knowing that also means beginning to strip down for Coach so they can show off more of their growing muscles. The jock has worked hard to build his muscles for Coach -needing to please Coach. Coach’s pleasure is his pleasure. Knowing his muscles please Coach means that feeling how his muscles have grown fills him with total bliss.

It simply feels so good for the jock to become mindlessly obedient.The more they obey, the better they begin to feel.
Continue reading GOOD OBEDIENT JOCK →

Free Fridays, Stories

Australia

Leave a comment

Angus had wanted to become a stereotypical Aussie jock for as long as he could remember… a fitdimwit of a  surfer dude from Down Under. While I couldn’t change where he was really from, I could help explore the fantasy through a special trigger… and that’s just what I was doing as I had him focus on a pair of special briefs. As he drifted into a deep trance, he learned that he would transform as soon as he put them on.

As I woke him, Angus couldn’t help but feel excited. “You really think this will work, Coach? I mean, I am getting hard just thinking about!,” he said as he took off his pants and felt his bulge through his boxers.”

Only one way to find out, I replied. 


As soon as he slipped on the briefs, it was an immediate transformation… he was nothing more than a dumb jock speaking with a bad accent. “Crikey, mate, I feel like a proper grommet!” It might not have been a perfect Australian, but it fit his idea of what a dumb jock Aussie would sound like.

Since we were in the privacy of his place, I didn’t see the harm in a bit of roleplay. Actors put on different accents all the time. But as he felt up his body and expressed desire to stay that way forever, I wondered if there was anything I could do. Acting for a film or stage production is one thing, but acting that way all the time was another.

Finally an idea hit Me.


Continue reading Australia →

Free Fridays, Stories

The Good Jock Valentine

Leave a comment

“Welcome to my home, Coach. I’ve loved listening to your stuff. It’s really helped me out in the gym.”

Yeah? I would love to see that, jock.

“I don’t know Coach. Before I transformed my body, I was just a shy geek. You made me a lot more confident, but sometimes I still feel shy. And meeting you is one of those times.’

Ah, don’t be shy. You’re a good jock. And GOOD JOCKS OBEY. That’s right. Be a good obedient jock right now and take off your shirt.


I see you changed your mind about taking off your shirt.

“Nah, I was just getting a bit hot.”

I see. Maybe if if it’s so hot, you should take your pants off too.

“And just be in my underwear?”

No different from a swimming pool. GOOD JOCKS OBEY. Good jocks strip away resistance. Remove your inhibitions as you remove your pants. I know which files you have been listening to, jock, and what you crave deep down. You want to be one of My fitdimwits.

Continue reading The Good Jock Valentine →

Free Fridays, Stories

Masking Inhibitions

Leave a comment

Coach wanted some special performers for his Halloween party and had just the meathead in mind.

Donovan had his doubts. “Coach, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable showing off in front of all those people. It’s cool to flex for you, Coach, but that’s a whole ‘nother vibe.”

Just be a good boy and put on the mask, Don.

As Donovan complied, all his inhibitions suddenly were released. He began to feel pumped up as he suddenly began flexing for Me.

“Fuck yeah, Coach. I can’t wait to show everyone what a total stud I am now!”

What Donovan couldn’t remember in his conscious mind is that I had already placed the masked on him during some of our sessions.

He’d already bulked up and become such a meathead for Me, and now he would love showing off that muscle to everyone whenever he wore that mask. It was as if the mask would ‘mask’ his inhibitions in such a way that they simply didn’t exist. Every stroke helped him to absorb that deep into his subconscious.

Continue reading Masking Inhibitions →