Sam awoke with a jolt. Roger had slammed the door open and yelled at him to get up. Acknowledging he was awake, he climbed out of bed and threw on some old ratty gym clothes and worn trainers.

Brushing the sleep from his eyes, Sam met Roger in the kitchen. Roger was dressed in his own gym gear, much newer and well put together compared to Sam’s disheveled mess of colors. “Morning coach.” Was all he mustered out before being handed a bottle and being told to drink it.

Sam remembered everything from the night before. From sucking Roger’s cock twice and admitting to loving it to being hypnotized and filled with motivation to work out and that Roger was now his coach to get big. Calling Roger ‘coach’ was both a joke and a token of appreciation at the same time.

Roger was amazed at the changes already taking place in Sam, and knowing he’s the one who made it happen caused his loins to stir. Sam was a cute little dweeb, but Roger usually liked his men big. Having the opportunity to form a willing Sam into a big jock hopelessly addicted to his cock felt like it came straight out of one of his trashy pornos.

Keeping his lust in check, he guided Sam out of the house and to the gym.

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Intimidation filled Sam as he entered the gym with Roger. This wasn’t the ratty and worn down gym at the college where one would find jocks going through the motions in an unfocused and unproductive manor and nerds sheepishly looking at the weights with longing as they fall back into the same cardio routine they swear they’re done with. This was a man’s gym, a gym full of men as large as Roger who knew what they were doing and maximized every minute getting bigger. In all accounts, Sam was amazed he was let through the door.

Following Roger, Sam entered the changing room and stashed is post-workout clothes in an empty locker next to Roger’s. Closing the door, he was greeted with Roger standing behind it. He was holding a brand-new baseball cap absent any brand or logos. The caps only remarkable feature, was that it was bright red.

“Put this on and be my good boy.”

Sam knew what would happen as he grabbed the hat and put it on, brim facing backwards. Instantly, all of his self-doubt and nerviness melted away as a cottony blur filled his brain. Free from all thought, he let his coach’s words fill him.

Sam was fully aware of the gym surrounding him as well as the exercises he was performing. Roger made sure to give him all the information on each exercise, its name, proper form, places he was slacking, ext. He could feel his muscles strain as he worked, but the voice screaming at him to stop was gone. Coach’s voice was all that remained, and it guided him to do more and more.

The next hour passed quickly as Roger and Sam got their workout in. Despite rocking a chub the entire time, seeing Sam’s vacant eyes dutifully obey his every command had pushed Roger into having the fiercest workout he’d had in months. Sam was exchausted when they had finished. Never before had he worked his body so thoroughly and with such dedication.

The two entered the locker-room to undressed for a shower. Taking the cap off, Sam felt his mind rush back to him. As he handed the cap back to Roger, he felt disappointed. There was something about how the cap made him feel that drove his cock wild. Having his mind completely blank and his will replaced by his coach’s felt so good, so right. He was going to miss it but knew coach would give it back for their next workout.

“Ready for coach’s special ‘dumb juice’?” Roger pulled his cock out as he spoke and shook it in Sam’s direction.

Sam knowingly looked at Roger’s naked form and sunk to his knees for his reward. Sam opened his mouth and took Roger’s entire cock in one gulp. In the open locker-room, he sucked like an eager slut, savoring every moment as he did. Much faster than he’d hoped, Roger came down his throat.

The dweeb in Sam vanished as the jock took hold. The self-consciousness that would have normally stopped Sam from being naked in a locker-room was gone, replaced by a confidence only couch’s special dumb juice could produce in him. He stripped off his clothes and strutted to the shower.

After cleaning up, Roger met Sam outside. “If you stay away from junk food today, I’ll give you another shot tonight.” Roger handed Sam a bottle of post workout and left for work.

Sam downed the bottle and turned for home. High on dumb juice, he strutted the whole way into the apartment. Getting home, he played some simple FPSs that would bore him normally and lounged around.

Slowly over the coming hours, Sam felt the dweeb return. With it, came a depression like none he’d ever experienced. Sam hated feeling like a weak nerd. All of the intellectual angst that previously brought him joy seemed to be nothing more than a false god. A joy that felt fake compared to the euphoria of being dumb.

Sam knew that he needed to be smart for a good job, but he longed for the simplicity of being a dumb jock. Making an effort to avoid junk food, he waited for Roger to return.

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Roger walked into the apartment, his body aching with every movement. Starting the day off with an intense workout had not been a smart idea given that he needed to fill in at the site. Keeping the momentum, he looked through the kitchen to see that no junk-food had been touched. Hearing the sounds of a strategy game playing, he moved towards Sam’s room.

A light rasp on the door and he was beckoned forth. Inside he found Sam lounging in a pair of his boxers that barely stayed on.

“Hey, how was work.”

“Fine, hell of a day. I see you kept yourself out of trouble.” The thought of Sam following his orders even when he wasn’t there made his cock jump.

“Yes coach.”

“Why don’t you follow me to the couch for your reward. I’ve got an extra musky shot of dumb juice for you.”

Sam jumped to his feet to follow Roger. In the living room, Roger fell into the couch and spread his legs wide. Sam got between Roger’s legs and quickly freed the cock from its work confines.

Before even taking the head, Sam brushed his face into Roger’s balls and breathed deep. The thick musk of a long days work filled him as drool sprang from his mouth. The awkwardness of sucking Roger’s cock was all but gone, he knew that the reward would always be worth it.

Joyfully, he took the head into his mouth, and moaned around it. Roger tasted even better than he smelled as he felt it swell with life. Not wanting to waste a moment, Sam began fucking his face on Roger’s cock. A desperate cum junkie, he wasted no time working for his reward. In a few short minutes, he heard Roger grown as cum filled his throat.

Sam once again laid back with a dumb smile, a sight Roger was growing accustomed to. “How’s today’s second shot of dumb juice, ya big dummy?”

“Fuckin’ lit coach! Feels so fuckin’ good as my brain melts away, brah” Sam stood up and sat next to Roger, laying his head back to enjoy peak dumb. “Wish it lasted longer to be hones’ coach.”

Roger could see that Sam was very horny, the thin boxers not hiding the boner in the slightest. Reaching a hand over, he started stroking Sam’s cock. “you like feeling dumb, don’cha?”

“Fuck yeah I do! Way bettah than being smart, bruh. Its like bettah than getting an A in one of those smart classes brah.” Sam moaned as his cock was played with.

“You want to be an idiot, an imbecile, a dumb jock with dicks for brains?” Roger started stroking Sam’s cock harder and faster

“Oh…Hell yeah brah. I wanna be a dumb jock. A dumb jock for good brah. Oh fuck, that dweeb won’t let me know. He’d fuckin’ panic an’ run off.”

“I can do it, you know. I can make you the dumbest idiot you’ve ever met. And, I can do it without the dweeb knowing.” A sly smile grew on his face as the power rushed to his head.

This was too much for Sam, who’d already learned to associate dumbness with pleasure. His load rocketed from his cock, spirt after spirt. The first propelling itself above Sam’s head before landing squarely on his forehead, with the rest creating a line of jizz towards his cock.

Through panted breaths, Sam responded. “You can do that coach?”

Knowing that jock Sam lacked the mental capacity to hide his true desires, Roger decided to go all the way. “Of course, I can. Just lay back and let me take you nice and deep.”