#tranced

Deep in trance the Sgt is enjoying making his Solider relive some of his Jock moments from College.

Every since he took on his new Coach he’s found himself working out in the oddest places. He hasn’t worked out in a gym for months, but it does keeps it fun.

From the moment the Sgt lit the cigar to the last moment he remembered before waking up he couldn’t take his eyes off the man. Even as he drifted down, letting go, he fought to keep his eyes open not to try to stay away but because he didn’t want to stop looking into his Sgt’s eyes. But with each pull on the cigar and every word from his Sgt it became harder and harder until he finally let go.

He couldn’t look away from the Rancher, he couldn’t as he slid down the wall, he couldn’t as he stripped off his sports gear and he couldn’t as he pulled on the jeans or the solid boots and he wouldn’t as the new shirt was pushed over his head. He wouldn’t be able to look away until the Rancher was ready to take his training to the next level. Teaching him to ride.

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Photographer: Luke Smalley - 1st Anniversary (2008)

It’s amazing what the different a year can make. A year ago his skin was almost as blank as he mind is now. He used to do nothing but chase after girls and guys, trying to get them in bed and nothing more. Then he signed up for a cooking class to score with the hot chicks also taking the classes. Well after he was paired with the other guy in the classes they didn’t turn out how he’s planned.

he felt himself falling, he though it was just falling into his Owner’s eye, and he was, but as his butt hit the seat he realized he had also been falling down. Even knowing that he still couldn’t look away.

The more his Owner talked and more relaxed he felt until he couldn’t stand, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but look into his Owner’s eyes.

It started with being only a few minutes here or there but before long he was missing larger and larger chucks of time until he was missing whole hours some days. Friends kept remarking that he was doing great at the gym, somewhere he never went, he could never find any of his own stuff to wear so he kept having to wear his roommates stuff, that his roommate kept saying wasn’t his. It got easier to just stop wearing shirts after a while. But the missing time was just weird but his Owner didn’t think so, and he was the only one he trusted to tell, so he tried to get used to it.

Then the change happened. He started remembering his lost time, it felt like a watching a dream as he hit the gym, and he was doing good, buying new clothing, he guess the stuff had been his after all, and most of all reporting in to his Owner for inspection. That, that felt the best.

It only took a few minutes for his new Owner to help clear his new man’s mind.

His Owner loves taking his man out in public and then dropping him deep in trance for all the world to see but knowing almost none of them will notice.

After a hard mission Sgt knows his men good to unwind and relax. A few minutes deep is trance is just want they need.

He’s always up for lighting up a cigar or two with the Sgt, and maybe one of these days he’ll even remember finishing one.

The four of them needed the most attention, they were great Jocks and sometimes they didn’t work as well as a Team as he knew they could so the Coach took them under deep, and after a bit of training, woke them up for some fun. let them blow off some steam.

The Statue, two eight year olds and the robot got very well acquainted and had a lot of fun that night.

Ready and waiting.

It didn’t talk long once the pm3 player has started to guide his fellow Soldier into trance, relax him like he had asked. after he was deep under it was easy to slip a pair of shades on his man and take him for a walk.

When one of their friends walked by he asked him to snap a photo. he wanted memento of the day, and proof for when he woke his man up from his first walk.

All it took was a word from his Sgt to know he was safe and his whole body just relaxed, the adrenalin drained and he felt so tried. His mind stopped going in a dozen directions at once and just shut down, letting him finally rest.

After the Sgt pulled out their shades and spoke with them they didn’t remember much about the event other then they had a great time and looked forward to getting back to the hotel room.

Once he got the text it didn’t take him long to ride over to his Owner’s place.