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It Had Reached The Point That He Thought This Was Normal. Sitting Impaled On The Giant Plug, Stretching His Hole. Training His Boycunt While Steadily Shrinking His Mind, Reducing His Ability To Think. He’d Just Sit There, Waiting For His Master To Return.

The New Workout Routine The Coach Had Assigned His Players Made No Sense At First, But The Coach’s Orders Had To Be Followed, And Blake Really Want To Make Starting Lineup. So Every Night, In His Pads And Eyeblack, He’d Jerk Himself Off After Drinking

Coach Was Always Right. Brett Knew That. Coach Told Him And All His Teammates That To Be A Winning Team, They Had To Live, Breath, Eat, And Sleep Football. That Had To Commit To The Game And Each Other 100%. That Meant Staying In Helmet, Pads, Jersey,

His Mind Wiped And Overwritten, He Is Now Nothing More Than A Gimp.

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The More He Listened To The Looped File, The More He Realized That He Didn’t Need His Clothes.

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