Think less. Flex More.
Fucking think less. Flex More.
Fuck-

Not think. Yes Flex.
no think yes flex....
flex...

Sometimes a jockboy just needs a bit of reprogramming while in the gym.

To remember how much you need to get bigger & stronger.
To remember how much you need to grow.
To remember how much you need to melt and submit.

Get to the fucking gym bro!

Be nice!

The “uhhh I don’t know why I am doing this but it sure does feel good.” Look. Just being a good jockboy showing off those dumb muscles.

What do you mean WAKE UP I am already awake dude!

I told you that hypnosis wouldn't work! No shirt? We are by a pool, of course I have no shirt on!

Look down? What the fuck dude, when did you pull down my shorts? You fucking twat. Wait, I did it?

Huh, of course I did it Boss! If you told me to.

He forgot how easy it was to fall back into following Boss' orders. He forgot how much he loved it when Boss said show off, or when he said strip. He even forgot how much better it felt showing off the jockboy body he was building. Fuck the shirt! Flex!

Just a good dumb jockboy showing off.

He loved when Sir put him under during his workout, knowing that when he woke up his only thoughts would be workout, flex, obey.

Knowing that he was just a good muscle stud to be used.

Workout. Flex. Obey.
Isn't that right boy?

Workout. Flex. Obey.
Don't you just want to be a dumb muscle stud?

He didn’t know what Boss had done to him, and honestly it didn’t really matter.

He just knew he felt so good, so relaxed and he needed to do something... What was it?

Uhhh, oh yeah send Boss that selfie. Sir thinks that dopey, not quite there look is fucking hot 🥵

That's it.
Just a good jock boy melting into mindless bliss.
Just a good jock boy so relaxed and heavy he slid off the bed.
No worries. No thoughts.

Don't you just want to sink as well? To just melt. To just submit. Why don't you give in jockboy?

He wants to fight it. He wants to keep his brains.

But he needs to touch himself. He needs to let go. Boss wants him to let go, to just give in... No! He needs to fight and stay smart.. an. and... stay a good jockboy for Boss because it makes him feel so good.

Good jockboy, let go.

It wasn't meant to be like this. All he had asked for was some help in quitting smoking. It felt too good letting go though, it felt too good sinking to his knees.
It felt too good waiting on his knees to look up at Boss and please him.

He quit smoking, and became a good boy.

That's it bro! Don't think, just sink.
Be a good boy and flex those pesky thoughts away.

Just need to get bigger, dumber, stronger.
Just need to give in, melt, submit.
Just need to obey, serve.

Sink. Flex it deeper into that pretty head

Why don't you push those shorts down jockboy?

If you look closely you might be able to see the disappearing thought of "didn't I have clothes?". No no, look closer, focus! Focus on finding that thought.

Focus on finding a thought.
Focus on finding a.
Focus on letting go.
Focus on giving in.
There ya go
That's my dumb jock boy

He couldn't stop it. As soon as he heard me say those words "sleep jockboy", his body melted into the chair. Drifting deeper and deeper into pure mindless bliss.

He couldn't stop it because he loved it. Loved that feeling of letting go of everything and becoming a good jockboy.