Anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if this is the right blog but are you the one who trains with sir jock trainer. If you are I was just wondering if he will train me. How should I get in contact with him? If this is the wrong blog sorry!

Sir jock trainer is my coach, he has a blog too, you can Co tact him the same way you did me, just include your email or come off anonymous so he can respond. His blog in sirjocktrainer.Tumblr.Com

gymratskip asked:

I love your blog, and especially the writing you attach to the pics. It comes from the heart (I can tell) Don't worry about what others say about your writing or the content. You are correct, it is for you, and those you wish to share it with. I also write comments on every one of my pics on the blog. I find it an "outlet" as you do for expressing myself. Keep up the good work. There will always be naysayers or someone who doesn't like it. But, I find it refreshing and original. Skippy

Thank you, it’s nice knowing that people enjoy my work.  I do have several stories in various stages of being written.  I did not stop because of the naysayers, I wanted to takes some time to improve my work, then life happened.    I will be back, it just may not bee until October, but I’ll be back

Change in post schedule

I wanted to let you all know I am going to be posting even less then I am now. This is for two reasons. First I want to improve the quality of the posts. I was reading over a few today and my rough draft style is not acceptable to me anymore. Also, because I need to spend more time working on other endeavors. Sleep being the biggest of thous.

I’m going to take a break for a few days to get a weeks worth of posts written, re-write the blog’ intro, and get a few other assorted items taken care of. I’m hoping I’ll be able to keep the queue filled at that point. My plan is to release one story every day at 5 PST.

If you have any questions, just want to talk, or are interested in working with me feel free to send me a message or an ask. If your applying to work with me please be off anonymous or include an email where you can be reached.

These four had been friends forever,  they where all the same age,  lived in the same neighborhood,  they where as close as brothers.   They where also a mischievous,  rebellion and destructive group of kids,  that is until high-school where they all had Mr Height for freshman English.   He was also the wrestling coach,  he was the one who gave them a better outlet for there energy,  a much more constructive outlet.   He worked with them to build strained,  power,  speed,  and for the one on the right leadership skills. 

The other I threshing this about this group is they swore that girls would never get between them,  and they held each other to that,  they had all tried dating but it always got in the way so the girl was dumped.   So they took care of each other and  by the time they got to collage they stopped even looking for girls,  why did they need them they had each other. 

The one on the right was there leader,  he was always a few places ahead of the others,  but on a warm day you would find them walking like this across campus showing off all there heard work.  Girls would flock to see,  guys would look on with envy and they just keep walking. 

The three hated doing this,  they felt it was cute,  but there leader,  there owner,  wanted to so they did as he said.   Did I forget to mention that,  it happens d around senor year,  they swore to always serve each other under his guidance,  that he would be the one to lead the clan for the rest of there lives.

These four had been friends forever, they where all the same age, lived in the same neighborhood, they where as close as brothers. They where also a mischievous, rebellion and destructive group of kids, that is until high-school where they all had Mr Height for freshman English. He was also the wrestling coach, he was the one who gave them a better outlet for there energy, a much more constructive outlet. He worked with them to build strained, power, speed, and for the one on the right leadership skills.

The other I threshing this about this group is they swore that girls would never get between them, and they held each other to that, they had all tried dating but it always got in the way so the girl was dumped. So they took care of each other and by the time they got to collage they stopped even looking for girls, why did they need them they had each other.

The one on the right was there leader, he was always a few places ahead of the others, but on a warm day you would find them walking like this across campus showing off all there heard work. Girls would flock to see, guys would look on with envy and they just keep walking.

The three hated doing this, they felt it was cute, but there leader, there owner, wanted to so they did as he said. Did I forget to mention that, it happens d around senor year, they swore to always serve each other under his guidance, that he would be the one to lead the clan for the rest of there lives.

Reblogged from aplethoraofmen

Five years ago,  when we where having problems recruiting guys for our practice squad and even for the football team I  general,  I came up with the idea of reaching out to all the rural schools that we usually did not scout and let there coaches send us there best senior players (2 max).   They where invited to attend our normal camp and then stay for an extra week of training.   It was made clear that this was an opportunity for us to see them in action and should not be taken lightly. 

Since it was my idea I was I  charge,  and it worked.   During the week I was able to identify tiny kids who we then targeted and recruited,  most did not get scholarships but a garnered spot on the team and the perks of being on the team were pretty good incentives.   There where the ocarina diamonds in the rough,  amazing kids from rural towns who would have never been found if not for the program.   There where also thous kids who could have been diamonds if they where given the opportunity,  this kid for example. 

He was not the fastest,  strongest,  toughest,  or biggest kid we had ever seen but he had the heart.   He was a real life Rudy,  taking on kids twice his size and giving it his all.   He was big enough,  but he had no weight room,  he had to help run the failing family farm,  and because the farm was failing he only got school breakfast and lunch, dinner was only served on weekends or holidays at his house.   But man did this kid love football.   I could not turn my back on him,  just having him around made everyone better,  he gave his best and demanded the Sam from everyone else.   So I talked to our head coach,  Ad,  admissions,  and anyone else who would listen. 

At the end of camp,  I asked him to come see me with his parents before he left.   They came in,  all just as skin and malnourished as he had been before camp.   I looked at the dad and said “sir,  you have raised an amazing boy,  and I want him on this team next year,  but he has a lot of work and if he’s going to make it we need to help him,  you,  and your community,”  the dad look very puzzled,  “you done she’d with me your problems and I know your not one to take handouts so here is my offer,  all of this for the promise that your son will apply for school here.  Now I had our agg.  Department look at your farm,  here is what they found.”  I handed him a 50 page report explains I  detail what he need to do to turn the farm around. He look amazed,  so I waited and then continued,  “I also have these,  there letters from various companies offering there support to your high-school football program.   If you say yes and your school agrees these companies will build and outfit a new record center for your community.   Finally,  and I’m screwing some ncaa rules but,  he needs to eat a lot more and a lot healthier.   So there is a family down the street,  they have been part of our booster club for years and one of them is a dietitian,  she’ll work with you on your diet and when I say that I mean she’ll clock you food all you do is eat everything your given,  she even said she would feed the family until the farm is up again,  she had no idea you where in so much trouble. ” the dad did not look happy about this but did not say anything, ” your some also needs more time on the field and just working out,  his coach is willing to come to school early and say late,  so he can workout.   Hell also do sat prep with him so we can get him accepted here.  So what do you say sir,  son?   You want to play ball for us? “

The kid  looked at the dad with a look that read,  dad for once swallow your pride and accept the man’s help,  the mom was about to pass out and his sister was gorgon her self of some trail mix I keep in the office.  Then the dad said,  it’s up to him,  which the kid jumped up and said absolutely,  would not dream of going anywhere else. 

I put a lot of effort in to this kid,  I never dreamed that when I went to go see him during playoffs he was even the same kid,  he still played with the drive he always had but now he had the straight and speed to back up his will,  I sweetened my deal after that with a scholarship,  he earned it.   By the time he arrived to spring camp for the collage he was in amazing shape,  he had really put in the effort.  I was amazed when he walked up to me and said “thank you sir,  without you,  I would still be home,  you changed everything” 

Everything was great for a long time,  we had a good relationship,  then one day I sliced up,  I let it slide that I was gay.   Anyone else on the team would have flipped out,  let’s face it football and hemophilia go hand in had,  but he surprised me again and told me two things both of which changed everything.   He told me he was gay too and that as far as he was concerned I owned me so if I ever wanted anything I should just ask. 

I was surprised by his offer and ignored it for the longest time,  but then he started doing things for me,  little things to start with then he offer to mow my yard,  help around the house,  clean my pool,  then one night we where hanging out in the gym as we often did and he just came out and asked me “sir,  I just wanted to let you know if you ever need anything all you need to do is ask”   

“you said that before what do you mean”

“you want the dishes done I’m there,  someone to spot you I’m there,  you want brackets I’ll cook it,  you need a release I’m available, ” that last one he said as he winked. 

Again I was taken back,  but I this time I gave it more thought.  I did love the kid,  I had dreams about him,  but it would be inappropriate,  what would the school think,  then I said what I was feeling, “do you want to serve me because you feel like you owe me for what I did?   Would you still fell that way if you where just like any other guy,  would you still make you offer?” 

We did a few more sets in silence and then he said “yes…  I probably would… Coach I’m.. ” 

I cut him off before he could say it,  “don’t,  we can’t,  I’m your coach,  when you graduate if you still feel this way well talk,  because for now let’s just say I’m open to the idea” 

He smiled,  he continued to do favors for me but never brought up it up again till the day after graduation.   That was the day I finally agreed,  I rented him my downstairs apartment,  he was staying at the University for a master,  and we dated.   It was not long till we where very happy together,  he is still my jock to this day,  and now I can confess I loved him since the day we meet,  and he will tell you he loved me too.

Five years ago, when we where having problems recruiting guys for our practice squad and even for the football team I general, I came up with the idea of reaching out to all the rural schools that we usually did not scout and let there coaches send us there best senior players (2 max). They where invited to attend our normal camp and then stay for an extra week of training. It was made clear that this was an opportunity for us to see them in action and should not be taken lightly.

Since it was my idea I was I charge, and it worked. During the week I was able to identify tiny kids who we then targeted and recruited, most did not get scholarships but a garnered spot on the team and the perks of being on the team were pretty good incentives. There where the ocarina diamonds in the rough, amazing kids from rural towns who would have never been found if not for the program. There where also thous kids who could have been diamonds if they where given the opportunity, this kid for example.

He was not the fastest, strongest, toughest, or biggest kid we had ever seen but he had the heart. He was a real life Rudy, taking on kids twice his size and giving it his all. He was big enough, but he had no weight room, he had to help run the failing family farm, and because the farm was failing he only got school breakfast and lunch, dinner was only served on weekends or holidays at his house. But man did this kid love football. I could not turn my back on him, just having him around made everyone better, he gave his best and demanded the Sam from everyone else. So I talked to our head coach, Ad, admissions, and anyone else who would listen.

At the end of camp, I asked him to come see me with his parents before he left. They came in, all just as skin and malnourished as he had been before camp. I looked at the dad and said “sir, you have raised an amazing boy, and I want him on this team next year, but he has a lot of work and if he’s going to make it we need to help him, you, and your community,” the dad look very puzzled, “you done she’d with me your problems and I know your not one to take handouts so here is my offer, all of this for the promise that your son will apply for school here. Now I had our agg. Department look at your farm, here is what they found.” I handed him a 50 page report explains I detail what he need to do to turn the farm around. He look amazed, so I waited and then continued, “I also have these, there letters from various companies offering there support to your high-school football program. If you say yes and your school agrees these companies will build and outfit a new record center for your community. Finally, and I’m screwing some ncaa rules but, he needs to eat a lot more and a lot healthier. So there is a family down the street, they have been part of our booster club for years and one of them is a dietitian, she’ll work with you on your diet and when I say that I mean she’ll clock you food all you do is eat everything your given, she even said she would feed the family until the farm is up again, she had no idea you where in so much trouble. ” the dad did not look happy about this but did not say anything, ” your some also needs more time on the field and just working out, his coach is willing to come to school early and say late, so he can workout. Hell also do sat prep with him so we can get him accepted here. So what do you say sir, son? You want to play ball for us? “

The kid looked at the dad with a look that read, dad for once swallow your pride and accept the man’s help, the mom was about to pass out and his sister was gorgon her self of some trail mix I keep in the office. Then the dad said, it’s up to him, which the kid jumped up and said absolutely, would not dream of going anywhere else.

I put a lot of effort in to this kid, I never dreamed that when I went to go see him during playoffs he was even the same kid, he still played with the drive he always had but now he had the straight and speed to back up his will, I sweetened my deal after that with a scholarship, he earned it. By the time he arrived to spring camp for the collage he was in amazing shape, he had really put in the effort. I was amazed when he walked up to me and said “thank you sir, without you, I would still be home, you changed everything”

Everything was great for a long time, we had a good relationship, then one day I sliced up, I let it slide that I was gay. Anyone else on the team would have flipped out, let’s face it football and hemophilia go hand in had, but he surprised me again and told me two things both of which changed everything. He told me he was gay too and that as far as he was concerned I owned me so if I ever wanted anything I should just ask.

I was surprised by his offer and ignored it for the longest time, but then he started doing things for me, little things to start with then he offer to mow my yard, help around the house, clean my pool, then one night we where hanging out in the gym as we often did and he just came out and asked me “sir, I just wanted to let you know if you ever need anything all you need to do is ask” “you said that before what do you mean” “you want the dishes done I’m there, someone to spot you I’m there, you want brackets I’ll cook it, you need a release I’m available, ” that last one he said as he winked. Again I was taken back, but I this time I gave it more thought. I did love the kid, I had dreams about him, but it would be inappropriate, what would the school think, then I said what I was feeling, “do you want to serve me because you feel like you owe me for what I did? Would you still fell that way if you where just like any other guy, would you still make you offer?” We did a few more sets in silence and then he said “yes… I probably would… Coach I’m.. ” I cut him off before he could say it, “don’t, we can’t, I’m your coach, when you graduate if you still feel this way well talk, because for now let’s just say I’m open to the idea” He smiled, he continued to do favors for me but never brought up it up again till the day after graduation. That was the day I finally agreed, I rented him my downstairs apartment, he was staying at the University for a master, and we dated. It was not long till we where very happy together, he is still my jock to this day, and now I can confess I loved him since the day we meet, and he will tell you he loved me too.

Reblogged from male-gymspiration

I always enjoyed it when Coach sent me a jock,  usually they where boys he did not have time for or where in a need of a lot of help.  He was neither,  coach sent him to me because he asked to be owned,  he felt that he need to be owned,  and he wanted to serve full time.   Coach had strict limits on how much he would control any one jock but I had no limits other then my own taste.   I also only trained one jock at a time and lucky for him he graduated last year. 

He never took a class from me,  so when he asked to schedule a meeting at 9 on a Friday I was more then willing but supprised,  after all he was an athlete and there schedule are pretty packed,  so I thought he might be needing help and was just going from professor to professor until one agreed.   When he showed up I asked how I could help him.   His response shocked me.   He got down on his knees and said,  “you could be my owner,  coach said you might be interested,  if you chose so sir I’m yours completely. ” 

All I could so is smile, coach was a very kind friend,  I would need to find some way of thinking him.   Then I said,  “follow me” 

He stood up and I led him down to my lab where I knew no one would see,  hear or bother us.   I then directed him to remove his close but give me a show as he went.   He followed my directions magnificently,  I then looked at the naked boy,  inspected him,  touched him.   He did not react or move.   I even grabbed and squealed his balls to which he did barely moved.   I then directed him to take a knee,  he did,  and I then asked “so you want me to own you,  what are your limits?” 

"I have none sir,  I need someone to guide me,  I have never been very good at making my own decisions, I knew coach would not abuse my trust and if he feels you won’t then I’ll leave my life,  my body in your hands to mold"

So just to make sure he understood what he was saying,  “so if I wanted to,  I could bend you over here and now and funk you,  you would be OK with that. ” 

"I would sir"

"where do live"

"in the athletic dorm sir,  like all freshmen football players"

" stay here, " I walk away and call coach on my cell I start by thanking him,  mostly to Co firm he rely was OK with one of his jocks being owned by me,  then I asked if it would be OK if he moved into my basement apartment?  He said his jocks where already moving his stuff,  he had not expected me to refuse this offer at all,  the excuse given was he need a full time tourer and as a personal friend and long time supporter of the collage Athletics department I had agreed to help the pore stupid jock,  "I don’t think you do,  not anymore,  your stuff is already being moved,  yes I’ll be your owner,  and you’ll be living with me,  I have high expectations of my boys.   Let’s go home." 

He went for his clothing,  “did I say you could put thous back on,”  he looked at me with a pleading in his eyes but started to walk with me,  “O,  go put you sweet pants and showed back on,  just carry the rest” 

I was strick,  not evil,  but I wanted to see what he would do,  he passed,  he would be an excellent companion for the next four years and maybe longer,  wonder what he’ll think when coach stops by and he finds out I own him too?

I always enjoyed it when Coach sent me a jock, usually they where boys he did not have time for or where in a need of a lot of help. He was neither, coach sent him to me because he asked to be owned, he felt that he need to be owned, and he wanted to serve full time. Coach had strict limits on how much he would control any one jock but I had no limits other then my own taste. I also only trained one jock at a time and lucky for him he graduated last year.

He never took a class from me, so when he asked to schedule a meeting at 9 on a Friday I was more then willing but supprised, after all he was an athlete and there schedule are pretty packed, so I thought he might be needing help and was just going from professor to professor until one agreed. When he showed up I asked how I could help him. His response shocked me. He got down on his knees and said, “you could be my owner, coach said you might be interested, if you chose so sir I’m yours completely. ”

All I could so is smile, coach was a very kind friend, I would need to find some way of thinking him. Then I said, “follow me”

He stood up and I led him down to my lab where I knew no one would see, hear or bother us. I then directed him to remove his close but give me a show as he went. He followed my directions magnificently, I then looked at the naked boy, inspected him, touched him. He did not react or move. I even grabbed and squealed his balls to which he did barely moved. I then directed him to take a knee, he did, and I then asked “so you want me to own you, what are your limits?”

"I have none sir, I need someone to guide me, I have never been very good at making my own decisions, I knew coach would not abuse my trust and if he feels you won’t then I’ll leave my life, my body in your hands to mold"

So just to make sure he understood what he was saying, “so if I wanted to, I could bend you over here and now and funk you, you would be OK with that. ”

"I would sir"

"where do live"

"in the athletic dorm sir, like all freshmen football players"

" stay here, " I walk away and call coach on my cell I start by thanking him, mostly to Co firm he rely was OK with one of his jocks being owned by me, then I asked if it would be OK if he moved into my basement apartment? He said his jocks where already moving his stuff, he had not expected me to refuse this offer at all, the excuse given was he need a full time tourer and as a personal friend and long time supporter of the collage Athletics department I had agreed to help the pore stupid jock, "I don’t think you do, not anymore, your stuff is already being moved, yes I’ll be your owner, and you’ll be living with me, I have high expectations of my boys. Let’s go home."

He went for his clothing, “did I say you could put thous back on,” he looked at me with a pleading in his eyes but started to walk with me, “O, go put you sweet pants and showed back on, just carry the rest”

I was strick, not evil, but I wanted to see what he would do, he passed, he would be an excellent companion for the next four years and maybe longer, wonder what he’ll think when coach stops by and he finds out I own him too?

Reblogged from male-gymspiration

"Every day since I found him I wake up,  shower,  come down stairs and there he is waring a tight pair briefs or something that let’s me see every muscle in his body,  just like you are now.   I think he would be naked if I allowed it.   You know when we first met he was just a kid running away on his 18th birthday from his abusive home.   When I found him he was on deaths door,  but that’s a story for him to tell. 

No,  I’m much more I thresher in your story,  I know you two meet at the gym and have been training together.   Then he asked you out for a smooth,  and you two hit it off.   What I want to know is do you really love him and are you agreeing to this because you love him only or do you want to serve as much as he does. “

" Sir,  I know your boy has had a hard run and I know he loves you like a father.   When he told me about your relationship,  I was a bit surprised, in the gym I was attracted to him because of his confidence,  frankly I thought he was straight but I dreamed of serving him like he serves you and more.   He just felt so dominate.   Even when he asked me out is was less of a statement or command and less a question.   I love him sir and if he serves you,  then I’ll serve you too. "

" ok then,  we’ll give this a try,  he has explained house rules? "

" yes sir"

"good,  you know he is responsible for you,  you break the rules you both get punished.   He stays home for reasons I’ll let him explain but I need a  assistant at work so unlike him you will be dressed in a suit by 7,  in the car by 7:05,  we leave at 7:10, understand? "

" sir,  if I’m with you all day, when will I workout?"

"tomorrow work will be finished on the gym, " I point to the detached structure about 300 yards from my house, " you two will workout before we leave in the morning and when we get home. "

" thank you sir,  thank you for everything.  Do I need to prepare anything for you? "

" no,  I’m going to bed,  go down stairs and be with him…  O and if you hurt him… "

" I won’t sir,  I love him way to much… "

"Every day since I found him I wake up, shower, come down stairs and there he is waring a tight pair briefs or something that let’s me see every muscle in his body, just like you are now. I think he would be naked if I allowed it. You know when we first met he was just a kid running away on his 18th birthday from his abusive home. When I found him he was on deaths door, but that’s a story for him to tell.

No, I’m much more I thresher in your story, I know you two meet at the gym and have been training together. Then he asked you out for a smooth, and you two hit it off. What I want to know is do you really love him and are you agreeing to this because you love him only or do you want to serve as much as he does. “

" Sir, I know your boy has had a hard run and I know he loves you like a father. When he told me about your relationship, I was a bit surprised, in the gym I was attracted to him because of his confidence, frankly I thought he was straight but I dreamed of serving him like he serves you and more. He just felt so dominate. Even when he asked me out is was less of a statement or command and less a question. I love him sir and if he serves you, then I’ll serve you too. "

" ok then, we’ll give this a try, he has explained house rules? "

" yes sir"

"good, you know he is responsible for you, you break the rules you both get punished. He stays home for reasons I’ll let him explain but I need a assistant at work so unlike him you will be dressed in a suit by 7, in the car by 7:05, we leave at 7:10, understand? "

" sir, if I’m with you all day, when will I workout?"

"tomorrow work will be finished on the gym, " I point to the detached structure about 300 yards from my house, " you two will workout before we leave in the morning and when we get home. "

" thank you sir, thank you for everything. Do I need to prepare anything for you? "

" no, I’m going to bed, go down stairs and be with him… O and if you hurt him… "

" I won’t sir, I love him way to much… "

Reblogged from longbulge

He had always been a gifted athlete,  so no one was surprised when he got a collage scholarship for football note where they surprised when he joined the most popular frat on campus.   They where surprised when he got a 3.9 his first semester and a 3.5 his second.   

He quickly became a leader not only on the field and in his fraternity but on campus in general.  No one back home understood,  he was never a good student and he was never a leader. 

Only a few know what had happened that first week of spring training,  how he had snuck out to go to a party and how he had been caught.   That is how it started was a deal with Coach Davidson, so he would not get kicked off the team.   However,  slowly coach started taking more and more control.   At first it was his schedule,  he followed a strick schedule and checked in and out whenever he left or arrived at a location.   He also gave coach the ability to track his phone and coach would call randomly to make sure he had his phone.   Coach also already Co tooled what he did for working out and nutrition but now he controlled his schedule and social life.   

Coach was a alum of his frat so when rush came coach insisted he pledge,  not that he would have objected.   Coach also made it clear to every frat brother that if he found out there had been drinking or drugs at a party he would have all there heads.   Since the frat was mostly athletes that was not really a problem.   The next thing he knew coach was having him attend leadership classes and telling him what to ware.   He did not understand why but he followed coaches directions.   

Now,  coach has total control,  he is a leader,  a star athlete,  a great student,  and a good guy all because coach wanted him to be.   Once he gave in fully and let coach control him fully,  including his sex drive,  he found that he was not alone that most of his frat brothers served coach.   Today was the day he was called out,  the day that coach placed him above his fellow frat brothers,  the day he became responsible for them,  today was the day he became president of the frat.

He had always been a gifted athlete, so no one was surprised when he got a collage scholarship for football note where they surprised when he joined the most popular frat on campus. They where surprised when he got a 3.9 his first semester and a 3.5 his second.

He quickly became a leader not only on the field and in his fraternity but on campus in general. No one back home understood, he was never a good student and he was never a leader.

Only a few know what had happened that first week of spring training, how he had snuck out to go to a party and how he had been caught. That is how it started was a deal with Coach Davidson, so he would not get kicked off the team. However, slowly coach started taking more and more control. At first it was his schedule, he followed a strick schedule and checked in and out whenever he left or arrived at a location. He also gave coach the ability to track his phone and coach would call randomly to make sure he had his phone. Coach also already Co tooled what he did for working out and nutrition but now he controlled his schedule and social life.

Coach was a alum of his frat so when rush came coach insisted he pledge, not that he would have objected. Coach also made it clear to every frat brother that if he found out there had been drinking or drugs at a party he would have all there heads. Since the frat was mostly athletes that was not really a problem. The next thing he knew coach was having him attend leadership classes and telling him what to ware. He did not understand why but he followed coaches directions.

Now, coach has total control, he is a leader, a star athlete, a great student, and a good guy all because coach wanted him to be. Once he gave in fully and let coach control him fully, including his sex drive, he found that he was not alone that most of his frat brothers served coach. Today was the day he was called out, the day that coach placed him above his fellow frat brothers, the day he became responsible for them, today was the day he became president of the frat.

Reblogged from gearjockmo

He did not understand what was happening.   He had been lifting since he was 14 and never been this sour after a workout.   Every muscle burned yet it felt right,  it felt extremely good.   He barely mustered the energy to get to his room where he collapsed on the bed. 

"Why today,  what was different?   That man?  But we just talked,  but there was something about him,  something in his voice,  something powerful,  something that made me listen and now I miss his voice. "  then he felt his phone in his had and he died a number which he did not know.   The phone rang, someone picked up,  then he heard the voice, " hello my jock,  feeling sour,  good,  you pushed yourself today and you will continue to do so because your a good jock"

" yes sir" what who was this man why could he not move,  why was it…  

As the jocks mind fell away as he fell into the trance,  “your going to fall better now jock,  your going to shower and return to the gym by 5 and we’ll talk,  understand?” 

"yes sir"

"Good now your going to wake up,  remembering everything,  even what I said you could not earlier,  you’ll come as directed and you’ll begin your new life as my jock,  my boy,  that is if your willing, are you? "

" I am"

"we will see now on 3 you will awaken felling rested and refreshed…  1…. 2… 3…."

"thank you sir,  I do feel much better,  so at 5 well you tell me what’s going on,  how your doing this? "

" yes,  and once I do you’ll have 30 mins to decide if I allow you to remember or if I put you under one more time and make you forget all about me. "

" as you wish sir"

He arrived at the gym as ordered,  they talked,  the man explained what had happened and what he was looking for a sad wanted.   It did not take 30 minutes for the boy to answer.

He did not understand what was happening. He had been lifting since he was 14 and never been this sour after a workout. Every muscle burned yet it felt right, it felt extremely good. He barely mustered the energy to get to his room where he collapsed on the bed.

"Why today, what was different? That man? But we just talked, but there was something about him, something in his voice, something powerful, something that made me listen and now I miss his voice. " then he felt his phone in his had and he died a number which he did not know. The phone rang, someone picked up, then he heard the voice, " hello my jock, feeling sour, good, you pushed yourself today and you will continue to do so because your a good jock"

" yes sir" what who was this man why could he not move, why was it…

As the jocks mind fell away as he fell into the trance, “your going to fall better now jock, your going to shower and return to the gym by 5 and we’ll talk, understand?”

"yes sir"

"Good now your going to wake up, remembering everything, even what I said you could not earlier, you’ll come as directed and you’ll begin your new life as my jock, my boy, that is if your willing, are you? "

" I am"

"we will see now on 3 you will awaken felling rested and refreshed… 1…. 2… 3…."

"thank you sir, I do feel much better, so at 5 well you tell me what’s going on, how your doing this? "

" yes, and once I do you’ll have 30 mins to decide if I allow you to remember or if I put you under one more time and make you forget all about me. "

" as you wish sir"

He arrived at the gym as ordered, they talked, the man explained what had happened and what he was looking for a sad wanted. It did not take 30 minutes for the boy to answer.

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His first real coach was his journey high wrestling coach who got him started truly working out with goals in mind.   His high-school football coach continued his training.   Then he went to collage and with no one to guide him everything fell apart.  

That is when he meet the man he privately calls master and publicly calls professor.   Some may call him a slave but in his mind he is just a jock who has placed his hole life in the hands of his coach.   

As you can tell he is expected to maintain a certain level of physical fitness however you’ll never see him with his short off,  he would love to take it off,  to show off his hard work,  but after a skin cancer scare a few years back his owner ordered him to ware a shirt at all times and sunblock.   In fact his owner wants him in a body suit at all time,  but he is easing the boy into it.

His first real coach was his journey high wrestling coach who got him started truly working out with goals in mind. His high-school football coach continued his training. Then he went to collage and with no one to guide him everything fell apart.

That is when he meet the man he privately calls master and publicly calls professor. Some may call him a slave but in his mind he is just a jock who has placed his hole life in the hands of his coach.

As you can tell he is expected to maintain a certain level of physical fitness however you’ll never see him with his short off, he would love to take it off, to show off his hard work, but after a skin cancer scare a few years back his owner ordered him to ware a shirt at all times and sunblock. In fact his owner wants him in a body suit at all time, but he is easing the boy into it.

Reblogged from sportsgearboys

It was no secret that Jason is very devoted to me and the team.   He spends every free minute either working on class work or physical development.   He is the guy that when I said one more lap for the forth time he just smile and thanks me,  much to all of your dismay.   He will literally do anything I ask. 

Now what is only known to a very select group of people knew is that he was not just devoted to me and the team but he was knowingly and willingly is owned.  I own his body,  mind and soul,  they are mine to do with as I pleas and I pleas to make him the best he can be in all areas of life.   I control almost everything in his life at this point.   What he wares,  what he does,  who he spends time with and what they do.   Hell,  after I found out he was jacking off between classes I took control of that too.   He has been mine for 4 years now,  ever since he came to football camp and I caught him running across campus nude. 

So why am I telling you this,  well you know today during practice that look he gave you when he pointed at you,  he was telling me that he wants you to join him.  He wants a friend and I think he’s earned one,  and seeing that your not running for the door I’m thinking your answer is yes…

It was no secret that Jason is very devoted to me and the team. He spends every free minute either working on class work or physical development. He is the guy that when I said one more lap for the forth time he just smile and thanks me, much to all of your dismay. He will literally do anything I ask.

Now what is only known to a very select group of people knew is that he was not just devoted to me and the team but he was knowingly and willingly is owned. I own his body, mind and soul, they are mine to do with as I pleas and I pleas to make him the best he can be in all areas of life. I control almost everything in his life at this point. What he wares, what he does, who he spends time with and what they do. Hell, after I found out he was jacking off between classes I took control of that too. He has been mine for 4 years now, ever since he came to football camp and I caught him running across campus nude.

So why am I telling you this, well you know today during practice that look he gave you when he pointed at you, he was telling me that he wants you to join him. He wants a friend and I think he’s earned one, and seeing that your not running for the door I’m thinking your answer is yes…

Reblogged from underarmourguys

Everyone at school knew who he was,  he was there star quarterback,  President of the student Council and just an all around gentleman.   He never tried to be popular he just was,  he never talked down to anyone,  never braced about his accomplishments, in fact he did not even run for president he won because people wrote his name on the ballot. 

It was not always this way,  and some people knew that but not many.   He had always been a gifted athlete,  but never really cared about anything or anyone.   All he cared about was about having fun.   That all changed two weeks into freshman football summer conditioning when Ryan,  the varsity captain, just about had it with his smart ass attitude.   He had been late,  again,  was not dressed appropriately,  and looked like he just rolled out of bed.   Normally Ryan would have ignored him and contained explaining the workout to the other freshmen but when he walked in he made a show if it,  which pushed Ryan over the edge. 

Ryan had James,  who was known as the vice-captain since he was Ryan’s second and was always with him,  continue to explain the workout while he took the then punk kid to coach,  full wanting him off the team.   What happen was far from that.   Coach gave the punk three options, (1)quit, (2) shape up or be cut or (3) become owned like Ryan,  James and half the varsity squad and serve coach obeying his directives and finding purpose and  direction by doing so. 

Much to Ryan’s surprise the kid chose option 3, and an even bigger surprise was when coach asked Ryan to train him.   Ryan did an excellent job,  through use of properly applied discipline, structure and some hypnosis this once punk kid turned out to be a very nice young man. 

After Ryan graduated coach continued to train him until he graduated,  but unlike Ryan coach feel it best to find him a permanent owner,  he found one in the villages ROTC Sargent.   Soon the boy will not just be a gifted athlete but a gifted soldier as well. 

The day this picture was take was during a heard practice,  even harder for him since he had done PT for ROTC before practice.   His hamstrings where killing him.

Everyone at school knew who he was, he was there star quarterback, President of the student Council and just an all around gentleman. He never tried to be popular he just was, he never talked down to anyone, never braced about his accomplishments, in fact he did not even run for president he won because people wrote his name on the ballot.

It was not always this way, and some people knew that but not many. He had always been a gifted athlete, but never really cared about anything or anyone. All he cared about was about having fun. That all changed two weeks into freshman football summer conditioning when Ryan, the varsity captain, just about had it with his smart ass attitude. He had been late, again, was not dressed appropriately, and looked like he just rolled out of bed. Normally Ryan would have ignored him and contained explaining the workout to the other freshmen but when he walked in he made a show if it, which pushed Ryan over the edge.

Ryan had James, who was known as the vice-captain since he was Ryan’s second and was always with him, continue to explain the workout while he took the then punk kid to coach, full wanting him off the team. What happen was far from that. Coach gave the punk three options, (1)quit, (2) shape up or be cut or (3) become owned like Ryan, James and half the varsity squad and serve coach obeying his directives and finding purpose and direction by doing so.

Much to Ryan’s surprise the kid chose option 3, and an even bigger surprise was when coach asked Ryan to train him. Ryan did an excellent job, through use of properly applied discipline, structure and some hypnosis this once punk kid turned out to be a very nice young man.

After Ryan graduated coach continued to train him until he graduated, but unlike Ryan coach feel it best to find him a permanent owner, he found one in the villages ROTC Sargent. Soon the boy will not just be a gifted athlete but a gifted soldier as well.

The day this picture was take was during a heard practice, even harder for him since he had done PT for ROTC before practice. His hamstrings where killing him.

Reblogged from underarmourguys

Anonymous asked:

Holy cow your stories have so many grammatical errors.

Usually I ignore this type of question but seeing this is the 4 one I have received this week, I feel that it needs to be addressed.

Let me make something clear, if you don’t like the writing, don’t read the blog. I do not write this blog for you, I write it for myself. It’s a creative outlet, the fact that you get enjoyment from it is a bonus, not the goal.

So now I want everyone to understand, I write this blog from the hip, there is no editing, review or any attempt to proof read anything. On top of this I write posts as I have time, so it’s usually on my phone or iPad which have autocorrect problem. How I go about this is I see an image I like I save it as a draft, when I’m in the mood I open my drafts and pick a random image, then I start writing the story. What ever pops into my head is what gets written.

So if you can look past the errors and enjoy, then please do. If you can’t I’m sorry that I lost you as a reader.

Do note that some grammatical errors are made on purpose for effect. Also, grammar is not a science when it comes to creative writing outside the academic world, so again deal with it because I’m not going to stop writing and unless you want to start pointing out mistakes I’m making explicitly so we can discuss them and I can improve I really don’t care.

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It had been a long drive with 16 jocks to the tournament, they had just gotten to the hotel, given out room keys and barley had time to grab dinner.  Coach was doing his lights out check when he came to Adan’s, Dan’s, and Jack’s room.  Dan was standing outside guarding the door, so coach asked, “what’s going on?” But before Dan could cover he heard it, he heard a moan, “who the hell is FIng around the night before,” coach shoved dan aside pounding on to door, “is ware to god if you to are..”

"There not coach,"came Ryan’s voice, "come back in 5 I’ll Handel this, no need for you to take official action here, right"

Coach relaxed, ” fin 5 min and everyone best be in bed”

Coach left rounding to corner and Dan was grabbed by the shoulder and pulled into the room where Adan was on his knees in front of jack who had cover himself up with a pillo.  “Really guys, you know better, if I had not talked coach down you would be done, off the team.  So don’t do this shit on team trips! It’s only 3days.  Now, you know there are consequences…”

The two answered, “yes sir, heads hanging low” 

Ryan tuned to dan, “your not getting out of this either, I’ll see you every morning for the next two weeks two”

It had been a long drive with 16 jocks to the tournament, they had just gotten to the hotel, given out room keys and barley had time to grab dinner. Coach was doing his lights out check when he came to Adan’s, Dan’s, and Jack’s room. Dan was standing outside guarding the door, so coach asked, “what’s going on?” But before Dan could cover he heard it, he heard a moan, “who the hell is FIng around the night before,” coach shoved dan aside pounding on to door, “is ware to god if you to are..”

"There not coach,"came Ryan’s voice, "come back in 5 I’ll Handel this, no need for you to take official action here, right"

Coach relaxed, ” fin 5 min and everyone best be in bed”

Coach left rounding to corner and Dan was grabbed by the shoulder and pulled into the room where Adan was on his knees in front of jack who had cover himself up with a pillo. “Really guys, you know better, if I had not talked coach down you would be done, off the team. So don’t do this shit on team trips! It’s only 3days. Now, you know there are consequences…”

The two answered, “yes sir, heads hanging low”

Ryan tuned to dan, “your not getting out of this either, I’ll see you every morning for the next two weeks two”

Reblogged from male-gymspiration