Football Slave

Chapter 1

By Atlan

Mike was always attracted to football and to the brawny looks of a football player. However he never actually had the chance to play, his home town didn't sport a football team and later when he moved for his studies he discovered that sport, since then life was really different for him. With no family and no friend he had plenty of time to indulge in his attraction.

So whenever he had the chance he went to the field to spy on the local varsity team each time they had a practice session, dreaming of himself wearing all that gear. This sight always made him horny and he often jacked off remembering the cute hunks on the practice field.

John, the coach hadn't missed the fact that this great looking young man was always there looking greedily on his players. He decided to set a plan in motion, if that guy like football hunk, well he would be in for a treat (and he as his masters would have another slave, a perfect deal no?)

So one day he came directly to Mike after a practice.

"Hey you, I've noticed that you're are often around when we're having a practice, Would you help me with something?"

Mike couldn't believe his ears, this was a golden opportunity to approach those hunks, he had trouble hiding his hard on at the thought of that.

"Probably, what can I do for you sir?"

"Well, one of my helpers just moved outside the town I would need a person to help me clean after all those guys, would you be interested?"

"Sure! When should I start?"

"Well, if you have nothing to do, now would be a good time"

"I'm coming", Mike tried no to look too eager, it would probably spoil everything.

So Mike started his job helping coach John picking up after the players, but for an unknown reason he was never allowed to clean the uniforms, coach John did that himself and kept the uniform lockers locked . Unknown by Mike this was set exactly to see how responsive he was to the gear, Coach John never left anything to chance. But the fact that Mike was working in a real locker room, so close of those sweaty studs. Was a real treat.

A months later on a Friday after every player had left. Coach John left the room telling Mike that he'll be back in 15-20 minutes that he had a call to make. This of course was a set-up … Coach left, Mike was thinking about the gear room. It took him about 2 minute to make up his mind, he gathered up all his courage and tried the lock, Wonderful, it wasn't locked. All those sweaty uniforms still slightly warm, covered by the aroma of the players training on the field a few minutes ago.

He entered the room and oddly enough only one set of gear was there on the table. It looked brand new…and almost Set up for him.

Mike approached the uniform, Locked the door and proceed dress himself into the gear. In his hurry He didn't noticed the small computer chip and the tiny electronic devices that were attached to each piece of football gear. He put on the football underwear ( a pair of black tight, and a tight fitting shirt) the socks (mimicking unconsciously exactly all the same gestures he saw the players do ...). Each time a piece of equipment was in place a small bip was heard.

Mike didn't notice the first two ones , His rush too intense, but after he had put on the jock he felt bizarre and wanted to continue to dress up as quickly as he could, he couldn't resist it. so he put on the girdle, the padded pants, the shoes, the shoulder pads. Finishing with the glove, and the Helmet (complete with mouth piece). Now except for his face through the mask none of his skin was visible, even his eyes were covered by a kind of sunglasses.

Feeling really good , he approached the full length mirror, and started admiring himself. He looked so good and felt so great.

At that point he fell a warm feeling all over his body. He like it very much, he was feeling muscular and horny. he started stroking his bulge. as soon as he got aroused, he received a small electrical shock from his jockstrap.

He started to realize now that Coach was about to come back, so he wanted to get out of the gear before he came back… And tried to remove the helmet… The fastening where stuck, like they were glued there. Starting to panic he tried the belt of the pants, stuck also… the lace of the cleat even the Velcro of the glove all was stuck on him. He started to panic. But as soon as he started to look around nervously, his gaze fell on his reflection in the mirror, through the sunshade he was now seeing two small spiral as well as hearing some weird music from small speaker in front of his ears…

"Relax, enjoy the feeling …. That gear feel better and better… take deep breath… "

Unconsciously he started obeying the voice. Going deeper and deeper relaxed…

After a few minutes of that the voice started changing the commands :

" Sit down, let yourself becoming more and more relaxed, you want to go deeper in relaxation ….. feel so good "

" So good " Mike responded becoming more and more entrenchment by the voice in the helmet.

" You're eyes are so heavy, close them, this make you more relaxed, you now want to obey my voice, you will obey "

" I will obey …. " responded Mike

"The gear you have on is the most comfortable clothing you ever worn you don't want to remove it, it make you a football Player repeat that 3 time and believe it"

Mike complied

The gear was starting to take more and more control of him, making him worship the gear, making him see the coach as his master and obeying all of his command, after all the coach only goal was to make him a better football player, but soon in his mind football player mean football slave.

After a few minute he was instructed to remove all his gear, to dress back, come out of the uniform room, to lock it. And to forget everything that had happened until coach would make him remember.

Mike awoke suddenly, feeling slightly disoriented but energetic and refresh, he wanted action. "Where am I ?", he looked around and remembered where he was. He still had to clean the floor before Coach come back.

The coach was patiently waiting in the other room waiting for the little read light on his stopwatch to turn off. He knew as soon as it went on that Mike had fallen into the trap and would soon be completely his, he would make a wonderful addition to the team, but not his football team. His team of sport slave. This first induction was primordial, but limited he had 24 hour to complete it otherwise the effect would vanish… Finally the red light went off…He was his.

The coach entered the locker room Mike was finishing cleaning the floor, soon he would do much more for him…

"Has anyone arrive while I was gone?" Coach asked Mike

"No Sir, why?" Mike replied.

"One of the player was suppose to come to do a test for me I have a new uniform I want the team to try but I want to know how it would feel for them.", Coach said.

"Coach, I could try it, if you want.", he paused hoping, "If that is ok with you, that is."

The coach smiled Mike was really his now, "Hum…why not…Come with me."

Coach led Mike into the uniform room where he was a few minutes before and closed the door, and without Mike noticing locked it.

"Undress, and put on the gear.", Coach said.

Mike quickly obeyed and in minutes was wearing the gear again although unknowingly that it was the second time. It felt so good to wear it.

"Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me how you feel!"

"I feel good coach, In fact this feel better that my normal clothes I wish to never have to remove it again."

"Good Slave, in fact I may even grant you that wish.", Coach said to Mike.

"Slave? What do you mean Slave?"

"Well the first time you wore that gear it hypnotized you and made you my football slave."

"That is impossible! I never had football gear on before."

"Remember now, My football slave?"

At that precise moment Mike felt a wave of pleasure rush over his body.

"Yes Coach, I will obey you."

"Good Boy, your training is not complete you will also learn the joy of pleasing your master while wearing your gear."

Mike was overwhelmed with please he barely saw that the coach was moving on him with a syringe in his hand. He felt a small prick and lose consciousness… darkness swallowing him…

The coach then got his car, put his new Toy in the trunk and drive toward home. He had still a lot of work to do…

Chapter 2

Mike was helplessly sleeping in the coach trunk, his subconscious mind was unable to defend himself, beside the drug that he had been injected made him more receptive to control and the more he heard the more he wanted to hear...to be controlled

The microphone in the modified helmet were pouring the conditioning speech as the coach car was taking him farther away from the life he had known.

The speaker were pouring the message deep in his subconscious with the coach voice:
"Welcome, if you hear this is become you have been chosen to be a football slave in my team, I am the coach and in your mind this will mean master. The life as you knew just finished. You will want to serve me... and you'll gladly do it " at that moment the soothing relaxing music started to get into the background along the speech who was also changing to help him relax further and be more programmed :

"Relax boy, relax, sink deeper follow the music listen to my voice and obey... no responsibility simply obeying, it feel so good to let yourself be controlled by my voice. Repeat I want to obey, I need to obey "

Unable to resist the assault on his mind, Mike started to repeat the word in his sleep " obey... I ... Obey "

After a little while the speech change again.

" Good boy, each time I will call you good boy or good slave you feel really good, and a wave of pleasure with engulf you, but each time I will call you bad boy or bad slave you will feel pain and sadness... let's try that... "

Mike subconscious mind was sucking the instruction eagerly it felt so good to obey...

The voice drone on, but this time the gear sprang to life :

Each time the coach voice said " Good boy " or " Good Slave ", the electrode in the gear gave Mike a jolt of erotic pleasurable stimulation. Each time the voice said " Bad Boy " or " Bad Slave " the same electrode were sending him a stinging electric shock... each time the word were said pleasure or pain was slowly increased... making
Mike more and more controlled by the voice... This particular conditioning trick was about to last the remainder of the ride toward the Master/Coach House. Just before the car stopped Mike heard the last command " Sleep now boy, until I tell you to awake you will sleep deeper and continue to lose that control obey ! "

While driving to his destination, Coach John, was monitoring the progress of his new toy after starting part II of the conditioning routine he settled on his way to drive... And remembered 10 years ago he was 32 at the time, no future and nowhere to go. Having finished his master in fitness psychology he started to study the effect of
hypnosis on the training of athlete ... After a while he discovered how easy athlete mind were conditioned, they wanted to succeed and they wanted to trust their coach. This had explained to him. How athlete take all kind of drugs and supplements as soon as they are suggested by the coach no matter what the consequences may be.

With the help of a few fellow coach he created a system that could be inserted and hidden into normal sport gear that would control the body of the wearer. Using that he took control of a few promising youngster that were now preeminent athlete in their fields, two professional football player, 1 basketball player, a few hockey player
including two goalie) and a few miscellaneous athletes.

They often come back to him for special training, and they always enjoy their stays. Part of their salary was given to him in gratitude and that helped the coach have a really comfortable living, and more importantly he could continue to perfect his work Mike would be a wonderful test subject for his new prototype who could turn anyone
into a muscled controlled perfect athlete

He arrive at the gate of his estate, A big mansion sporting 10 locker room an ice rink, two gymnasium, an Olympic pool and a complete football field. The gate opened itself at the touch of a button he was the only one allowed to get out except for the servant, but they too where heavily under his control... This was an household of conditioned
obedient slaves.

As soon as he stopped the car. A slender boy dressed in complete hockey gear of royal blue and golden yellow came out the main door. Took two step toward him and kneeled in front of him.

" I am pleased by your presence Sir, How may I be of service ", he said

" Mark, we have a new slave that will join us permanently, Take him to the processing room and put it in the care of Marty I want him to complete his training, After that you will join me in locker room B to give me my massage.

" Yes Sir ! ", the hockey slave replied

While the coach directed himself to the locker room B, Mark after signaling two other guys to help him one in football gear and another in boxing gear, carried The now sleeping Mike in the care of Marty, which was the first slave on the estate, dressed in military camouflage uniform he was the one in charge when Master was outside. The hockey slave turned to the one in football gear. " I guess you'll have a new friend to play with ", The football slave replied "I hope he will be better than the last one...". They took Mike to Marty and relayed the Master's order.

After a while Mike was strapped in the conditioning room still locked in his gear...

While Mike was still sleeping... the Hockey Slave proceeded to locker room B

As soon as he entered, master was clad in his black jockstrap laying down on the massage table. The slave approached the table put a bit of massage oil on his hockey glove and started to massage his master.

Has he was doing it he became more and more horny. When the massage was complete Master turn to him and say " Stop now bow, kneel in front of me and start sucking me ".

Mark Complied still dressed in the complete gear of the hockey player. Sucking his master dick through the face mask of his helmet. After a while the master dick became harder and harder and was soon gushing white cum through the slave eager mouth... " Drink every drop of it, boy "

After his orgasm subsided, the coach had still his cock in his slave mouth, not having told him to remove himself " Good Boy " The slave moaned as a wave of pleasure rocked him. " You did really good, now do not move anything except your hand and while keeping my dick in your mouth I was you to masturbate yourself and cum.

The slave complied without moving anything but his hockey gloved hand on his crotch, he rubbed faster and faster and was soon on the verge of orgasm, as soon as his hockey boy came the master started pissing in his throat thus increasing the pleasure felt by this particular slave. A lot of his slave had particularity... This boy is craving his master piss...

" Good Boy, Now clean yourself and resume your duties... How long have you had that set of gear on? " Master asked

" 4 days sir.! " Mark exclaimed with pride

" Good, you will go wash yourself completely and you will go to bed only wearing a set of clean Hockey underwear and socks. You will instruct your second slave to change into your wet slimy gear and to pass his into the hockey slave in training. And you'll start a cycle of 5 days tomorrow with clean new gear"

" Yes Sir , Thank you sir!", Mark replied

" Good, now go ", the Hockey slave exited rapidly... Leaving the master about to do his ritual for the night, he needed his rest, because tomorrow his latest toy final conditioning would be complete...

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