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Two Whole Days of Freedom

January 1, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Coach gave his jocks the weekend off from their program. No gym, no chastity, no jock-files, no Team practice, no jock bonding, nothing. They had two whole days of freedom.

But what does freedom mean to a jock who has been successfully programmed? He could go to a party, or zone out to some video games, or hook up with anyone who’d have him, or just goon out to porn. But none of that comes to mind. Jockboi isn’t following the program because Coach has him in chains. He does it because he can’t imagine not doing it. Jockboi uses his two days off to go to the gym, listen to his jock-files, have intimate bonding sessions with his jock brothers, and practice his throwing.

This weekend was a test, and a test the jocks pass perfectly. If they had chosen, of their own free will, to pursue an agenda not related to their jockification, then Coach would have seen that as a personal failure. A failure he would remedy through a more intense program and harsh spankings. But he had nothing to fear. The jocks chose their jocklife. They didn’t have to think about it. So well programmed they are that as soon as jockboi woke up, he ate his Coach-approved breakfast, drank his jock juice, grabbed his bag and hit the gym. And then he was out on the pitch with his bros, cap back, passing the ball. Why the fuck would a jock wanna be anywhere else, thinks jockboi. Two whole days of freedom mean nothing in the face of his perfect conditioning.

Jockboi is a slave to the program. And in his slavery, he has found true freedom.

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Progress Photo

January 1, 2024 / / 0 Comments

One of coach’s cheerleaders sending in his progress photo for the week. Exactly as coach asked him to. Hidden within those perfectly waxed cheeks is a bloated, puffy, rose-pink pussy that has been trained and trained until it’s ready for anything.

The cheerleaders are the perennial little brothers of Jock Nation (little sisters, depending who you ask), and are treated with a level of affection befitting their place. The jocks and bulls are taught to care for their cheerleaders like they’re fragile things. Delicate, almost sacred. And yet, they are ultimately holes. The cum dumps of Jock Nation.

It’s another paradox of Coach’s – like putting all his jocks in chastity while building them up as tops, or raising his bulls as gay while having them breed pussy – that his cheerleaders should be coddled and demure and protected, and yet be totally immersed in the masculine vulgarity that Coach relentlessly drills into his boys. The liberated, crude and sometimes barbaric words and deeds that come as easily to the jocks as their boners, fist bumps and goofy smiles.

It’s a fine line. There’s nothing demure about being the on-call fucksleeve of a 300lb brute who stops eating only long enough to take a pussy, take a nap, or take a shit (and sometimes not even then), and yet there is something demure in the way that a cheerleader holds himself while he serves. Cause serve he does. Cheerleaders are the support class of Jock Nation. They are there to worship the breeding bulls and top jocks. Specifically, to worship their masculine virtue (and at no point should they ever seek to limit how these men express their masculinity). He retains his cheerleader spirit by being supportive, affirmative, coy and, well, demure. When a jock rips a hard fart, a cheerboi giggles while the jocks laugh; when a bull is lost in a porn swamp and yells “I need to cunt a hole!” a cheerboi bites his bottom lip and pleads to the bull with his eyes; and when Coach – Daddy, to the cheerbois – says it’s time for bed, a cheerboi puts up a token, effeminate resistance until Daddy lifts him onto his shoulder and takes him to bed himself, where he enjoys a light spanking before he nestles into Daddy for the night.

The progress photo is part of this demureness. He doesn’t bend over enough to show off his loose, puffy cunt – a consequence of vulgar masculinity on his body – but he bends over just enough to give a tease; to make his Daddy Coach (and anyone else who sees it cause Coach will certainly share the picture with his boys) wonder about what lies within. It’s not about muscle or fat, gains or losses. Such things matter, and Coach’s assistants keep a meticulous record of a cheerleader’s body, but the progress photos are more fundamental than that. They are a weekly reminder to the cheerboi exactly why he’s here, and exactly how he should show it.

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The Clothes Make the Man

January 1, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Every part of a jock’s life is an opportunity to embed the values of masculine orthodoxy. Those values are defined by Coach Schmidt – as every tribe of jocks everywhere is led by his own Coach. And those values are obvious; strength is beauty, harder is better, muscles matter, sex and sexuality are constant, the clothes make the man …

That last one seems dumb, but it shouldn’t be underestimated. You put a man in a frilly skirt, what will he feel about himself, and other men? You put a man in a sharp suit, what then? A bowtie with a pocket protector? A dirty pair of sweats? A policeman’s uniform? Clothes are important because they carry social and psychological weight. Dress a jock in a sexified football uniform, and what happens? The jock sees himself as a sexified football player. A sexified jock. And that’s what he is. It is no more than dressing a man up in the clothes that fit.

When his boys are on team-time, they dress in a set way. Their uniform. Otherwise, Coach lets them dress as they want so long as the clothes are in line with masculine orthodoxy. More, they should actively seek to create the image of a sex-addled, dumbed down, masc4masc jock douchebruh. Why? Because that’s what all of Coach’s boys are. It doesn’t take much convincing to get one of these guys to dress down to a strap, slap on a football crop and pick up a ball, one of dozens laying around the frat at all times. And it certainly doesn’t take convincing to get him to stay dressed as such. The positive reinforcement from his jock brothers in the frat is immediate and total. “Nice ass, bro!” “Looking fucking fire today, dude.” “Fuu~, let me borrow your crop when you’re done, bruh?” All said as they spank his ass, grab for his caged, leaking cock, or stop him in his tracks for a healthy bro-kiss.

The jock groupthink is at its strongest in the frat, and it’s only stronger when each of the jocks is dressed in a way that conveys, in no uncertain terms, that he is a slave to the orthodox mindset.

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Sleepover

January 1, 2024 / / 0 Comments

On a rotating schedule, Coach brings one of his jocks home for a sleepover. Tonight, it’s Zach’s privilege. Zach was a priss in band before Joe – one of Coach’s stars – saw the spark of potential in him and brought him into Coach’s fold. After a year of hard training and relentless jockification through the hypno-files, Zach shed the prissy demeanor and succumbed to masculine orthodoxy and groupthink.

Zach took to the uniform better than most. While Coach expects his boys to wear their team jockstraps in his colors – maroon pouch, white bands – when on the field, in the locker room, or at the gym, elsewise he’s happy for them to wear different cuts and colors of underwear, so long as they turn the big man on. And these all certainly do. Zach asked Coach if he could show off all his new looks he’d bought since the last time he got to sleepover, and Coach happily obliged. He wants his jockbois to be happy, it turns him on, and it also gives him another opportunity to assess his jock’s gains. Zach, being a younger jock in his tribe, still needed a bit more active guidance from Coach than, say, Joe. And that guidance came primarily in the form of Coach’s penetrating gaze and firm touch.

Zach’s particular focus on his outfits is not totally in line with jock groupthink. Yes, Coach wants his boys to look good and to be invested in their own masculine beauty, which includes dressing in such way to keep his fellow jock turned on, he doesn’t want his boys prissy. But Coach Schmidt allows his boys a little space for personal expression, for freedom. Zach was a priss before he joined the program; it makes sense that some of that prissy sensibility would continue to shine through, even after the relentless onslaught of the jockification process. He wanted to match baseball cap with sexy underwear. Coach had no problems with this. All that mattered was that he wanted to wear the underwear and a baseball cap – both essential items of clothing for any jock. Coach didn’t mandate that jocks shave their holes, but if Zach wanted to, that was fine, too. There’s no bad option, so long as the jock is fit, strong, manly and beautiful.

The sleepover is not just an opportunity for Coach to slam that jock bussy into submission, though he will do that because that’s what alphas do. It’s really an opportunity for a jock and his Coach to bond on a deeper, intimate level; away from the competing interests of the other jocks, cheerbois and bulls. It’s just a jock and his coach, alone and vulnerable. Coach will do to Zach’s mind what he will do to his bussy; penetrate it, tame it, soothe it.

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