Head bowed in submission, the muscleslave’s vacant mind obediently waited, ready to accept the rapture of Coach’s deeper programming.
After completing his forced workout, the brainwashed muscleboy mindlessly made his way to his car. The silence rolled like thick, rumbling thunder through his vacant mind. The surrender of his control was intoxicating. Liberating. Every breath he took assaulted his muscles with the joy of obedience. In a few minutes, his trainer would join him and the anticipation of the intense programming that would soon follow began flooding the stud’s vacant mind. He could feel his muscle cock beginning to throb and twitch, aroused by the thought of his trainer’s voice so deep inside him and the raw ecstasy of the mindfucking his empty brain and muscles would soon be so happily accepting.
Alex and Erik. The moment I saw them working out at the gym this morning, I knew I had to have them. The perfect additions to my private gallery of living muscle. The moment I started talking with them, I could see they were slipping and sliding deeper and easier than I could have hoped. A dumb jock’s mind, after all, is one of the easiest (and most exciting!) to ensnare. Now my beautiful muscle trophies are resting so deeply in their hypnotized bliss. Once I get them home and plunder what’s left of their dumb jock minds, all that will remain will be two mindless muscle vessels. Vessels that will spend their days becoming the biggest mindfucked muscle slaves they can be. Vessels that will submit to me, obey me, workout and grow for me as they have their minds and muscles fucked over and over. Feeling the raw hunger and euphoria of empty obedience each time as if it was the first.
The moment of letting go. When the burdens of life fall away. When resistance ends and submission begins. When there is only emptiness. A nothingness craving to be filled. The rapture of mindlessness. When master’s will becomes all that matters. When muscle boy becomes muscle slave.
The moment when a muscle boy stops fighting, when he lets go and accepts the mind-cleansing ecstasy of his master’s will is a moment of beauty.
The moment when a master knows yet another has offered itself and transitioned from resistance to acceptance. Another empty muscleslave. Another receptacle without barriers, ready to have its vacant mind fucked and filled with its master’s desires. A hollow vessel hungry to obey. It fills the master with ecstasy.
It exceeds the pleasures of sex. It surpasses the joy of orgasm. It transcends euphoria. For both it is nirvana.
No matter the time of day or night, when contacted, the good, obedient, mindraped muscleslave loses himself in the intense euphoria of raw and mindless obedience to his master and his will for him. He hears and he obeys.
Sometimes to become the good, obedient muscleslave he craves deep down inside to be, but is afraid to embrace, a reluctant muscle boy requires a little assistance…
As his mind slipped deeper into the bliss of complete and utter emptiness, his cock became a stiff divining rod. Probing. Groping. Throbbing in its hunger for more of his master’s voice and power to consume him.
"Who do you obey?"
"I obey you, Coach."
"Who do you submit to?"
"I submit to you, Coach."
"Who do you grow for?"
"I grow for you Coach."
With those words, the muscleslave slid even deeper. Deeper into his own vacant mind. Deeper into his own mindfucked soul. Deeper into the euphoria of obedience and submission to Coach’s desire for him. Deeper into the liberation that only Coach could provide. The ecstasy of his throbbing, controlled muscle cock and boiling bull nuts told him this was so.
The look on a muscle jock’s face when he realizes what’s been done to him, how deeply he’s been mindfucked, the euphoria he feels so deep inside at his complete transformation into an empty, obedient, mindless, muscleslave, totally surrendered and obedient to his master’s will makes the work to get him there pure pleasure.