dumb toy

Don’t look so scared, buddy. I’ve been training that ass for months. It’s time to show off for my buddies. You should be proud. It means I trust in your skills. And no, we can’t zip up your uniform. You look so fucking slutty like this and the guys are going to go crazy when they see that faggot ass poking out of your uniform right when they walk in. How many? There’s only 5 of us. Not that big of a deal. Yes, we’re all hung as fuck, and yes we’re all pretty dom so that ass is going to get spanked, stretched, spit on, slapped and stretched. But you’re going to love it, dude. You’re a fag. There’s the doorbell! Stay just like that, little guy! This is going to be such a fun night.

You don’t need brains when you have discipline, focus, and the goal to get bigger!

For the past few days I’ve been listening to a dumb jock subliminal at the gym and before I go to sleep. Today I noticed a weird feeling while listening: a tingling sensation all over my head. It didn’t feel bad, it was actually pretty calming, but it still confused me. I started paying closer attention to it and I realised the tingling was coming from inside my head. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation. It felt like a faint buzzing on the fringes of my brain. Then it hit me. My brain was completely empty. Like I could physically feel the emptiness. I stood there stunned for a while, blankly staring at the floor, totally thoughtless. Eventually I snapped out of it when a guy stepped in front of me to pick up some weights. I looked in the mirror, smiled and whispered under my breath “gains not brains” before continuing my workout. I can’t wait to listen again tonight, I wonder how I’ll feel when I wake up tomorrow morning.

This is how an owned jock slut masturbates. It’s taken me a while to accept it but with some help from @alphainsights I finally understand that my boydick isn’t meant to be played with. Sluts like me are supposed to exist in a permanently horny and aroused state, addicted to the rush we get from serving real men. It’s our nature. After just five days without cumming I’ve started getting hard just being in the same room as a man. I start daydreaming about how his cock might look, how long and thick it could be. How it would taste and smell, how much cum it’d shoot on my face after I’m done sucking it. Sometimes the extreme horniness starts to feel like a faint buzzing in my mind. A quiet hum that makes it hard to think straight, almost like I’m in some kinda trance. And it’s only been five days… I can’t imagine what I’ll feel like in a few weeks from now. I’m so excited but I’m also nervous. Just how much is this gonna change my life? Will I even recognise myself afterwards? All I know is that this is what I want. This is what I need. My purpose in life is to be a dumb jock slut for real men. I’ve accepted it now and there’s no turning back.

He knew that he’d had a name, once, but whenever he tried to remember it, he could feel the thoughts slipping away like water through a sieve.  These days his name is Toy, or Pussymouth, or Cuntboy, or Slave - depending on which of his Owner’s clients has rented him for the evening.  And thanks to his training, soon those new names will be the only part of his new identity that’s left.