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First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
Jaime had already been serving in the role for about a month, but it was obvious his head wasn’t in it. He had never wanted to take this position, but he had been forced to drop out of college to help out his family. And while their situation had improved, his job outlook had not. It didn’t help that my friend wasn’t Jaime’s type – a point he made sure I knew as he showed off his lean body.
All your knowledge from school starts to travel down to your dick… all your brains are just traveling down to your cock… and when you cum… you’re going to find that you ejaculate everything that made you smart. That’s right. You’re going to cum your brains out and be left as one of my fit dimwits….
By the time he did shoot his load, he would think it had been high school he had dropped out of… but he didn’t mind. He had lucked out with a great job where he didn’t really need to think…. unless it was with his dick. And it was nice knowing he would never have to want for anything. He was free. Free of the stresses of the working world. Free of needing to worry about things like rent or utilities. Free from restrictive clothing. Free of inhibitions.
“Bro. Being a house boy is tight as fuck. Don’t gotta think. Just gotta work it. All I do is pump muscle, landscape, and let the old man fuck me. Price I gotta pay for the good life, ya’know, Coach?
But dude. The place is sweet. And I love just doing. Don’t got to think ’bout nothin’!”
“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.
I loved when fresh meat stumbled across my recruitment program….
As soon as I said that trigger though, he was out – and my programming began. As usual, I had him start by showing me his goods – how muscled he was, and how big or not he was. I wasn’t disappointed.
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That’s right twink… just drift down into a nice deep trance as you feel Brody’s strong muscled physique up against yours…
You love the power that exudes from such a build… and as you feel his fur rub up against you, you also love the pure masculinity.
Brody is a real man… the type of man you wish you could be too.
Go ahead, now, and show Brody just how sexy you think he is… that’s right.
You will swallow his seed, and as you taste it, you will find that it starts to plant the seed in you.
You will want to become a musclebear. But to make these changes permanent, you must be filled from both holes…
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.
“You really think ya can get me to quit Coach?”
It’s not my specialty jock, but I have some ideas such as giving you a new oral fixation. Perhaps suckers.
“I dunno Coach, won’t my teeth rot?”
Why don’t you just relax for me and we’ll explore what your subconscious desires as a substitute.
“Damn Coach, I don’t feel like a cig at all. I still kinda wanna put somethin’ in my mouth though. Can’t put my finger on it but damn I just need to suck on somethin’ good.”
Perhaps my cock can satisfy your craving.
“Mmmm, was thinkin’ that Coach but didn’t feel my place to ask… yes Sir!”
Good jock, now come smoke my pole.