Evolving JockBro

HAPPILY TAKEN!!!! 18+ and NSFW. Mainly reblog hypno, jockification, and other androphilic pics. Excited to get Lost. Deep in the zone. Ready to evolve! 23

[world20leader]

It's so alluring and welcuming, isn't it

My spirals, that pull, and hypnotize, it never ends.

The Master Stephen trance never goes away.

Always in the back of your pink lil mind, demanding your submission and subservience.

Yeah, you are such a good boy for Master Stephen.

You crave being My good boy.

You crave being My dumb, good boy.

You crave being my dumb, good, mindfucked boy.

Mindlessness is bliss.

Don't think, just sink.

Sink for Master Stephen.

The deeper you go, the better it feels.

The better it feels, the deeper you go.

You crave My powerful hypnosis.

You need My powerful hypnosis.

You yearn for My sexy posts.

No choice but to O-bey and edge every day.

O-bey and edge your pink, lil mind away.

Deeply and permanently brainwashing with each of My powerful, relaxing, and arousing mind drug words in every sexy post.

So submit to Master Stephen.

Submit and surrender more and more.

Reblog My sexy posts.

Crave Me.

Love Me.

Admire Me.

Adore Me.

Powerful.

Sexy.

Smart.

Dominant.

Superior.

A Real Man that My hypno-slave himbo slut edge PUPpets can't help but O-bey, please, and serve.

All hail Master Stephen.

[hypnodudefan]

[wranglerbuttboys]

[the-masculine-alpha]

[gunsgayssex2]

[robertfoleynl-blog]

Construction worker Jameson gets hypnotized

[sirarthur72]

Your face superman… touch your bulge for me and stroke it!!!!! 😈

[truevikingblood-blog]

Peter Hartin

[cinaedefuri2]

Locked In

Nate heard the doorbell ring and wondered who it was. He lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment after graduating college magna cum laude with a degree in biochemistry. However, Nate didn't have too many friends, or even a boyfriend to call his own. He was content with that, for now, but did want to put himself out there a bit more. He did wonder if it was one of his hunkier neighbors who was at the door, but to his dismay, it was only the mailman.

"Nate Silver?" the mailman asked.

"Yes, that's me," Nate responded. Normally, he would have gotten the mail from his box downstairs, and even if he did order a package, it would have been left there as well. "If I may ask, why the hand delivery today?"

"The sender gave us explicit instruction to hand the package to the recipient and to confirm their identity before releasing the package. I've done this before with other customers, but it's admittedly pretty rare."

"Oh, okay," Nate replied, relieved that it was something as simple as that. The mailman then handed him the package and Nate signed the device. Once everything was squared away, the mailman handed Nate his actual mail as well, since he was already making a trip directly to him, and then left. Nate did wonder just what was inside the package and who had sent it. The return label had been mostly washed away by the rain they had been having recently, and Nate couldn't make out any words. The package also had some heft to it as well.

He brought it to the kitchen counter and opened the package using one of his knives. To his surprise, on top of some ripped-up old newspaper, was a gold medal. And it wasn't one of those cheap plastic ones that kids got at the end of the sports season; no, this was made of real gold it seemed like. Nate picked up the gold medal, wondering if it was some kind of mistake if he got this or not. As he looked closer at the gold medal, something strange happened. Nate found that he couldn't look away from the gold medal. He couldn't even blink anymore either!

That gave him enough time to read what was on the gold medal. It was written in Latin, but he had taken Latin in high school, and in college as well, so he was able to pronounce the Latin words correctly. In English, the words engraved on the gold medal read: "You have been selected by a higher power. To achieve your godliness, finish reading this incantation." Once Nate said the last syllable, there was a flash of bright light from the medal, and Nate thought that whatever happened to him would happen instantaneously. However, that was mostly false; the only thing that happened immediately after the flash was that Nate was now stark naked.

Thankfully, he had locked his apartment door after the mailman left, so no one else would be able to come in and see him like this, even though that would have been extremely unlikely before all of this. Nate then felt something happening deep inside his body, emanating out towards his skin. It was a gradual process, so he wasn't sure that it was even happening at first, but it was clear that he was gaining muscle. The muscle growth was happening all at once, but Nate noticed that different parts of his body were growing at different rates. He focused on his pec growth first.

Nate had been flat-chested for pretty much all of his life; he had never stepped foot in a gym before. But now he was gaining quite a bit of muscle in his chest, and his pecs were almost literally popping right now. They became rounded and firm with a little bit of heft to them, just like the gold medal. Nate couldn't accurately tell just how big both of his pecs had gotten, since his body was still frozen and he was still stuck staring at the gold medal. However, it was quite the dramatic increase from where he had started.

It was actually Nate's abs that had finished growing first, the skinny nerdy twink not having any visible abs before this. But it wasn't long until he had a chiseled six-pack of abs, all clearly delineated and with deep rivers separating them all. He would have loved to feel them up with his free hand, but unfortunately he was still stuck. His biceps and other arm muscles were what Nate focused on next, and thanks to the angle he was holding the gold medal in, his biceps peaks unfortunately weren't visible, just yet. However, once he would finally have control over his body again, they were definitely there, along with his triceps and other arm muscles growing in size to match. He had been called "spaghetti arms" on more than one occasion in the past, so it was nice that they were thick and muscular now.

And if they didn't say "spaghetti arms," it was probably "spaghetti legs," but Nate's legs grew in size to match his new and impressive frame. His new legs were as thick as some tree trunks were, and even his feet grew in size as well! Thankfully, all of his clothes had been flashed off of him, including his socks and shoes. His flat ass also got a good amount of muscle on it now as well, the nerd-turned-jock ending up with a juicy plump bubble butt. And while someone like Nate would be pedantic and note that the cock isn't really a muscle, it too grew at this point as well, both in length and in girth. Nate had had an average-sized cock before, but he ended up with a cock that rivaled some porn stars' cocks, and was even bigger than some of those porn stars as well!

Nate now had the muscles of a jock, but there were some other bodily modifications that needed to happen. His face changed as well, his jawline becoming much more defined and chiseled, and there were various small touchups throughout, such as removing all marks of acne from his skin. His hair was a dramatic change as well, going from locks that reached down to his shoulders to nearly a buzz cut, with a nice fade on either side. Nate also gained tattoos, written in Latin but not directly because of the incantation itself; they would have been in Latin if the incantation had been in Greek or Polish or even English.

Nate then looked almost exactly like he did in the picture above; the only thing missing right now were the bracelets and watch on his wrist. Nate was able to see out of the corner of his eye as they magically appeared on his wrist, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Nate also watched, in a weird mix of dismay and awe, as the room and apartment around him changed, becoming different in a way that would suit a jock like him. It was still a one-bedroom apartment in the same city he was currently living in, in the same building for that matter, but it was much dirtier yet modernized at the same time, dirty clothes scattered around the apartment while everything on the wall was either black or white.

Nate wasn't completely keen on all of the changes happening to him, though. While he did like his muscles, and especially his bigger cock, he had vowed never to get a tattoo before and the new aesthetic of his apartment was no longer him. However, that turned out to be the least of his worries, as the feeling that had been emanating from his chest or stomach for quite some time moved to his brain. "No, I don't want to be a dumb jock!" Nate wailed in his thoughts, but there was nothing he could do about it. He hadn't blinked in about a half hour or so, his body still completely frozen and he was stuck staring at the gold medal.

But unfortunately for Nate, there was no use. Thoughts of chemical equations and how they interacted with organisms slowly were replaced with how to work out correctly at the gym, the best positions to have sex in, and a whole bunch of other topics befitting a dumb jock. If there was one silver lining to this entire thing, it was thankfully that his sexuality didn't change; Nate would just end up being a dumb jock himbo. It was almost exactly a half hour after Nate had finished reading the incantation that the transformation was complete. He was able to blink again, the first sign that he was no longer locked in but rather himself again, his new self.

"Fuck, how long have I been sitting here?" he asked himself out loud, his arms admittedly in pain from being stuck in place for such a long time. "And I needa find some clothes to wear! I hope none of my jocks reek; I really needa fuckin' do some laundry!" Nate chuckled to himself. In his new life, he was no stranger to being nude in his apartment; after all, his body count in this apartment was in the triple digits! He placed the gold medal down, not thinking anything of it. The new Nate had won some actual gold medals before, but they were mostly displayed in the bedroom. He did wonder why he had brought one out to the kitchen, while naked as well, but Nate knew that he wasn't the smartest guy around, not by a mile. He placed the gold medal in his room, not knowing the magical power that it had. Nate thought that this was how life had always been, and now, he wouldn't have it any other way!

[str8jocks]

[chrispliftz]

Pose with the new car your dadbro just bought u

[hyphyphurray]

STOP. Just take 5 minutes, be a Good Boy, listen and relax. You earned it, Boy. A little gift from Sir.

And when you're done, share so other GOOD BOYS can relax too. 😏

[slut4spirals]

That's it, bro. Just keep dropping and drooling. Dropping so deep. Drooling all of your thoughts right out of your head for me. Letting your head get so so fuzzy! Such a good bro. Letting your brain drip right out of your head. Surrender to the fuzziness. You don't need to think, do you bro? No, all you gotta do now is drool and obey. That's it, bro.

[hypnobro50]

Be A Team Player. You Have No Choice.

Johnny was stunned when he walked into the gym to find his lifelong best friend wearing football gear. They have always been more into acting a theatre and HATED the football team. He yelled “what the fuck is wrong with you?!” But his friend didn’t react. He stood staring straight at him with a gleam in his eye that made Johnny nervous. And just like that Johnny was pushed onto the ground. He sat there on his knees in shock. His friend grabbed a football helmet and held it over Johnny’s head. “You will join the team” he droned as he slid it over Johnnys head

Johnny screamed in pain as the helmet latched onto his head and started to rewrite his own mind. As much as he tried, he couldn’t get the helmet off. He felt a shock on the back of his head and his vision blurred. Then a bright flashing light came from the helmet that captured his attention. His arms dropped to his sides. He had lost. The helmet filled his mind with thoughts of obedience to his coach. Pleasing his coach and his team. Weekly meetings where they would all fuck each other mindlessly followed by a team brainwashing session. He would serve as the newest player to his team. Johnny and his friend would be closer than ever.

[gaywhiteman]

[alphajocklover]

Choosing the Football

[papermoon357]

By the time he turned around a dumb smirk was plastered in his face and the corruption was already complete. Hot, muscled, hung and completely arrogant, narcissistic, and incapable of thinking of anything but with his cock all traces of who he used to be were gone replaced by pure muscle-brodome.

[fuckboy-jake]

When has entertaining your horny cock thoughts ever felt bad? Just act on those thoughts a little more and feel what it's like to be the cocky vapid bro your cock wants you to be.

Think about how good it would feel to set yourself on that path- how good it already feels. To chase the throbbing pleasure you get whenever you do something that pushes you a little further.

Next time you make a decision your mind screams NO at, you just have to choose to obey the resounding 'do it bro, that's hot' that resonates from your stiffening boner instead.

[mrqjack]

Vince stepped into the psychologist's office. The room was warm, inviting, with a faint scent of leather and old books. Dr. Skinner, a calm and polished man in his 40s, greeted him with a warm smile. "Vince, it's good to see you again. How are you feeling today?"

His blue eyes meeting Dr. Skinner's gaze, replied, "I'm doing okay, Doc. Rushed here immediately after the shift, but I'm here, right?"

Dr. Skinner chuckled lightly, his glasses reflecting the soft light. "That's the spirit. How about another hypnotherapy session today? I'd like to try something a bit different, if you are comfortable with it. It might help us to explore some new directions on your condition."

Vince, ever the confident man, agreed. "Sure, Doc. Whatever it takes."

Dr. Skinner smiled, he retrieved a small metronome from his desk drawer and set it ticking. "Alright, Vince. Let's begin. Focus on the sound of the metronome. Let it guide you into a state of deep relaxation."

As the metronome ticked, Vince's eyes grew heavy, his muscles relaxed, his breath calmed, mind drifted, subconsciousness resurfaced. Dr. Skinner's voice was a soothing balm, guiding him deeper into the trance.

"Vince, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Doc. I hear you," Vince answered in oblivion, his voice low.

"Good boy. Now, Vince, I want you to imagine yourself standing in a room. It's warm, comfortable, and safe. And in this room, you're going to do something for me.”

Vince slightly adjusted his position, anticipating.

“You're going to strip. Take off all your clothes, Vince. Show off that strong, muscular body of yours."

As soon as the voice fell, Vince's hands moved to his turnout coat, unzipping it slowly. He slipped it off, revealing his smooth, muscular chest. His pants followed, pooling at his feet. He stood there, in his boxers, his cock already straining against the fabric.

Dr. Skinner's eyes roamed over Vince's body, appreciative. "Good boy. Now, Vince, take off your boxers. Let me see all of you."

Without hesitation, Vince hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pushing them down. His cock sprang free, it was caged, encased in a sleek metal chastity device.

“When did you get this?” the psychologist teased.

Vince frozen, trying to process, troubled as he could not remember.

“It’s a gift from the last session, remember?”, Dr. Skinner lightly tapped the tip of the cage, “It’s a source of comfort.”

Vince chuckled, a low rumble. "Yes, it helps with the stress."

Dr. Skinner nodded, his fingers tracing the metal. "It suits you, Vince. And I appreciate that you kept yourself smooth and hairless as I suggested."

His fingers trailed up Vince's chest, teasing his nipples. Vince's breath hitched, his body responding to the touch. Dr. Skinner's fingers danced over his muscles, tracing the lines of his abs, his pecs.

"Flex for me, Vince," Dr. Skinner commanded, his voice low and husky.

Vince did as he was told, his muscles bulging, his body a testament to his strength and discipline. The psychologist's lips found his neck, kissing, nibbling. He brushed his face along Vince's muscular shoulder, his bicep, his tricep. And then, he reached down, his nose buried in Vince's armpit. He took a deep sniff, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Fuck, Vince. You smell amazing," he murmured, his voice muffled.

The psychologist then fished out a bottle of lube from his pocket, slicking up his middle finger. He reached around, his finger pressing against Vince's virgin hole.

"Relax, Vince. Let me in," Dr. Skinner whispered.

Vince took a deep breath, his body relaxing. He felt the soft pressure, the gentle intrusion. The psychologist’s finger slid in, inch by inch. Vince's cock twitched in its cage, his body responding to the foreign sensation.

Dr. Skinner’s finger began to move, in and out, slow and steady. His other hand started tapping on the cock cage, mimicking the rhythm of masturbation. The taps are electric, sending shivers down his spine. Vince's hole clenched, his body adjusting to the intrusion.

"Fuck, Doc," Vince groaned, his body on fire.

Dr. Skinner smiled, his finger picking up pace, violating Vince’s weak spot. Vince's hole eventually loosened, and the psychologist added another finger, scissoring them inside Vince to stretch him further. Then another…

By the third finger, Vince was a panting, moaning mess. His cock twitched, his body tense. And then, with a silent moan, he came, his body shuddering, hole clamping tight around Dr. Skinner's fingers.

Dr. Skinner slowly withdrew his fingers, a satisfied smile on his face. He reached for a small plug, lubing it up. "This is for you, Vince. To help with your stress."

Vince smiled, silly and delightful. He felt the plug press against his hole, the gentle stretch. He took a deep breath and accepted his new gift. The plug slid in, filling him, completing him.

As Vince left the office, his body hummed with satisfaction. The plug was a constant reminder, another source of comfort. He knew he was in good hands. As he walked out, a smile played on his lips, his mind already anticipating their next session.

And…maybe he should even refer Dr. Skinner to a colleague or two.