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MIND CONTROL EARRINGS 5: Asher Angel
It’s such a shame that a pretty boy like Asher used to waste his days being straight. No worries though, one encounter with one of my slaves and some mind control earrings and he will now spend his days working out and pleasing me. He is better under the earrings’ control don’t you think?
This is Devotio
🔊 Parallel - OVERWERK, Pilotpriest
Coach's praise is all that mattered as the bliss and pleasure washed through the boy's otherwise empty mind.
Sinking deeper under His spell, surrendering so eagerly to Coach's touch and words.
Such a good brainwashed boy~
Awesome new file. I love how it uses a psychology theme while also borrowing some psychological tricks to manipulate the listener into being a more receptive subject. Excellent writing by Kaigon.
🥇 PEAK PERFORMANCE: THE MOUNTAIN CLAIM 🥇
The air at the summit was razor-sharp, but Wells was running hot. Clad in a high-performance, insulated golden compression suit that shimmered against the white snow, he adjusted his bindings while Coach stood over him, looking like a mountain of black and gold.
"Listen up, Gold," Coach growled, his breath visible in the freezing air. "You think snowboarding is just about the slide? It’s about control. It’s about holding your edge until the exact micro-second the gap opens up. If you lose your edge, you're washed. But if you hold it too long? You miss the ride."
Coach leaned down, his gloved hand gripping Wells’ shoulder, squeezing the thick muscle through the golden fabric.
"It’s like being on the pitch, Wells. Or back at the condo. You have to know how to lean into the curve. You have to be comfortable with the pressure. When you’re barreling down that mountain, the snow is trying to buck you off. You gotta stay stiff, stay focused, and let the board do the work. Just like when I’ve got you in a drill, you don't fight the weight, you absorb it."
Wells looked down the steep black diamond run, his Alpha instincts humming. "I get it, Coach. Hold the line until it’s time to strike."
"Exactly," Coach smirked, his eyes scanning Wells’ powerful frame. "I want to see you drop in and show me that stamina. Don't be afraid to get low. I want to see how you handle the deep powder. It’s thick, it’s heavy, and it takes a lot of 'effort' to push through. But once you’re in it? There’s nothing like the feeling of being totally surrounded by that pressure. Go on then. Make your move. Show me you’re built to handle the descent. And remember, Wells, if you wipe out, I’m the one who has to come down and 'pick you up.' And you know I don't play gentle when I'm helping a Bro off his back."
Wells didn't wait for a second invitation. He kicked off the edge, his golden form a blur against the white. He could feel Coach right behind him, a dark shadow of authority, watching every flex of his legs. By the time they reached the base, the sun was dipping, and Wells’ legs were buzzing from the strain of the descent.
"Inside. Now," Coach commanded, pointing toward the private timber lodge.
The heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the howling wind. Wells dropped his board, his golden suit steaming as the room’s heat hit the chilled material. "Sit," Coach ordered, pointing to a massive leather armchair facing the roaring fireplace.
Wells sank into it, his muscles heavy. Coach moved behind him, his large, powerful hands kneading the thick muscle of Wells’ shoulders through the gold.
"You did well out there, Gold," Coach murmured, his voice low and vibrating against the back of Wells' head. "You held your edge. You stayed stiff when the pressure mounted. But now… now you need to let that edge go. You’ve been 'up' all day. Time to come down for me."
Coach reached around, holding a shaker of warm, gold-tinted recovery fuel to Wells’ lips. "Guzzle it, Wells. Every drop. I want your system saturated. I want you so full of the gold that you can’t remember how to stand up without my help."
As Wells drank, Coach’s hands moved to his temples, his thumbs rubbing in slow, hypnotic circles. The combination of the fire’s heat, the heavy protein, and Coach’s rhythmic touch began to melt Wells’ Alpha focus.
"That's it," Coach whispered. "The mountain is gone. The pitch is gone. Just the fire, the gold, and my voice. You’re off-duty now. Just a big, thick, mindless piece of GA muscle. Feels good to be handled after a hard ride, doesn't it?"
Wells’ head lulled back against Coach’s chest. His eyes glazed over, reflecting the dancing orange flames. He was built to lead on the snow, but in the lodge, he was built for something much more… compliant.
"Good Boi," Coach smirked, looking down at his prized Leftback. "Rest up. We’re doing the double-black diamond tomorrow. And I’m going to make sure you’re 'flexible' enough to take whatever the mountain—or I—throw at you."
Ready to test your edge on the mountain? Whether you’re holding the line or sinking into the gold, the Hive has a place for you. Message a recruiter to begin your descent: @polo-drone-001, @polo-drone-166, @franco-gold94, @polo-drone-125
Not my usual content but I released a new file! The file titled Jock Boy Hypnosis will help you be consistent in the gym and help you really bring out the jock boy deep inside you!
This hypnosis files has themes of wanting to workout more in the gym and focusing on a routine in gym like a typical jock boy.
