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As you know by now, having FitDimWits on the team is made possible in part by My fellow professors being willing to work with Me to keep the jocks at passing grades – that is, just high enough marks to allow them to continue partaking in sports. Often, it’s a mutually beneficial agreement where they are eager for the holes, er, the perks that I can offer. Unfortunately, Professor Brantley Przybysz seemed to have his own arrangement going on with the handsome young men he selected to be his TAs, so he saw no need for additional perks from My jocks. Worse, he seemed to have a huge disdain for My jocks. “This world contains an overabundance of idiots, and you desire to make more?” he huffed, not realizing that My program was more about allowing people to enjoy being truly happy without the stresses and burdens of expectations. He dared not speak too openly, never knowing if his colleagues were My allies enjoying the perks themselves or not, but it was clear he wanted to somehow stop My program. It occurred to Me that it might help to show Brantley just how well some of My former and incredibly happy jocks are now doing.
“Coach, what are you doing here?” The handsome young professor was clearly exasperated with Me. “I already gave you an answer.”
I know you did, Prof, and I’m not here to pressure you any more about giving my jocks passing grades. I would, however, like you to meet a graduate of My program. He’s actually working construction on a home just a couple blocks away – we could even walk there.
“If there’s any chance this will get you off my back, sure. Just let me change into something more comfortable.”
A short time later, I had introduced Brantley to Kolten, though Brantley remained difficult to impress. “This guy is a complete dimwit who apparently can only do manual labor, and you think that’s a good thing?”
Kolten, do you enjoy your work?
“Fuck yeah, Coach! Get to use me muscles lots. Get think with dick.”
“Think with dick? What’s he talking about? And why is he taking his dick out? Holy hell that’s huge.”
Well, Prof, he’s talking about that wonderful feeling YOU can achieve when YOU begin to just let lust take over YOU more and more. It’s a wonderful sensation deep DOWN inside as YOU look at his hard muscle and realize just how sexy those muscles have LEFT it. All that hard work RIGHT in the gym and RIGHT at this job, that he is LEFT able to build because he is LEFT free of stress and worries. You might have a fit body RIGHT for a professor, but look RIGHT at how thick he is as you realize your own dick thickens UP from that lustful pleasure. As much as you have been LEFT feeling the need to show just how smart you are, RIGHT now all you want to do is drop DOWN to your knees and suck RIGHT on that dick. And the more you suck RIGHT on that dick, the more it feels as if he is fucking your brains RIGHT out of you until you are LEFT just like him. Deep DOWN, you realize you do want to be LEFT like him, LEFT able to grow your muscles RIGHT UP even as you dumb RIGHT DOWN. As he fucks your brains RIGHT out, you are LEFT realizing that thinking is overrated and sometimes even hard. It’s best to just let RIGHT go of those thoughts and think RIGHT with that dick. Think about how that hard labor makes hard muscles, and how hard muscles make you hard. Hard labor makes you hard and happy.
It’s amazing what a good session of fucking out one’s brains can do, but I had been laying the groundwork for a while, pumping subliminal messages into Brantley’s office any chance I could. Former office, I should say, as that encounter with Kolten was the final push the young man needed to stop caring about what others expected and instead focus on the things that made him happy. Hard muscles made him happy, so he was happy to join Kolten’s crew (where the benefits included many breaks together). Brantley’s TAs had also been exposed to sublimals for a more simple life, and soon they’d make the switch to My assistant coaching staff. As for Brantley’s replacement, I recommended one of My former Alpha jocks for the role. I knew he’d be more than willing to help pass the guys in exchange for getting to use their holes – and if there were any issues, I knew his triggers still worked. Some might argue that I changed Brantley’s desires, yet I never once saw him smile until he was free to think with his dick. Now he smiles all the time – especially whenever Kolten cums in him after a nice long session of fucking!
