Lets Ride, Bitch Boy! This Cowboy Is Ready To Ride!

Let’s ride, bitch boy! This cowboy 🤠 is ready to ride!

Logan grinned when he spotted his roommate joining him on the porch shirtless. He now knew for sure that his jocking cap had been working its magic on Josh all night. The Josh he’d placed the cap on had been a skinny, pensive, stereotypical tortured poet—not much fun as a roommate. But the Josh that stood before him now had a body brimming with powerful, well-defined muscles, and a dull look in his eyes that showed nothing going on upstairs.

“Bro…” grunted Josh. “Something feels off today. But I can’t remember what… Maybe it’s this hat? I don’t think it’s mine but—”

“—Bro, you don’t really think, period. Seriously, it’s too hard for you. You might give yourself a headache.”

“Uhh… Sure thing bro.”

“But now you’re awake you might as well turn your cap backwards and wear it the right way. And get ready to spend the day with me. We’re hitting the gym first.”

“Sure thing, bro,” said Josh as he turned his cap around.

Logan couldn’t wait to see how much more of Josh’s brains the cap would convert into gains. By the end of the day the former poet might even struggle to utter a full sentence.

Fuck, I think I'm in love.

Fuck yeah coach, Im so focused on getting in the zone!

Blake had to lift. He had to grow. He had to obey. Those were the only thoughts in his head. If another thought tried to enter, it was quickly forgotten about.

Blake was now the perfect jock drone. His Master made sure of that by completely brainwashing him and breaking him.