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@gayhypnomen
A good himbro doesn't forget his best bro. Dumb down together. Spread the true himbo joy.
That’s right Himbo. You’re built to please others. You are eye candy. Keep falling deeper. You will never escape the thoughts i’ve implanted into your mind.
New boy Ryan getting hypnotized. So relaxed and ready to obey. Easily controlled. Easily drops deep into trance. Sleep boy. Flex. Show me those muscles. Such a good boy.
Came in for what he wanted, got out with what he needed…
He had only planned to spend the evening hanging out.
A couple drinks, some music, maybe watch a game. Nothing complicated. His friend had always been into strange gadgets and experimental training equipment, so when he was handed a glossy black swim cap and a pair of unusual goggles, he laughed and played along.
“Just try them on for a minute.”
The cap stretched tightly over his head, smooth silicone sealing against his hair. The goggles followed, their lenses swirling with impossible colors that seemed to rotate even when he looked away.
At first, nothing happened.
Then his thoughts began to slow.
The conversation in the room became distant. Words lost their meaning halfway through reaching him. He tried to take the goggles off, but the idea drifted away before he could act on it.
The spirals continued to turn.
Slowly.
Steadily.
His shoulders relaxed. His expression softened. Questions disappeared one by one.
Why was he here?
What had they been talking about?
What had seemed important a few minutes ago?
The answers slipped away.
A new set of thoughts arrived in their place.
Simple thoughts.
Comfortable thoughts.
Useful thoughts.
The cap felt right. The goggles felt right. The tight pressure around his head seemed to hold everything together as the old confusion faded.
His friend watched as the final resistance drained from his face.
The cigarette hung forgotten from his lips.
A thin strand of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes remained hidden behind the swirling lenses.
“How do you feel?” his friend asked.
The man stared forward for a moment before responding in a calm, empty voice.
“Good…Soft…Focused…”
“Anything bothering you?”
He slowly shook his head.
“No. Why be bothered? Coach is in control.”
The answer was immediate. Automatic.
No worries. No doubts. No complicated thoughts.
Just stillness.
Just purpose.
The colorful spirals reflected in the room as he sat motionless, processing his new instructions.
The man who had arrived that evening had expected to relax with a friend.
The drone leaving the apartment would be very different.
When his friend finally opened the door, the large man rose smoothly to his feet. His posture was perfect. His expression was blank. The cap gleamed under the hallway lights.
“Ready?” his friend asked.
The drone gave a single nod.
“Ready. I am a good drone.”
“Yes, you sure are Chris.”
And together they stepped into the hallway, leaving the old evening plans behind. The drone no longer wondered what came next.
It simply waited for the next instruction.
Coach's post workout cooldown instructions pop up on your screen. Drop your gaze back to the screen. Let the words you are reading become the only sound in your mind.
Your breathing is already slowing down. Deep, steady, and effortless. With every sentence, that heavy, comfortable stillness settles a little deeper into your muscles. The floor beneath you feels incredibly solid, holding you up completely, so you don't have to hold yourself up at all. Your body sinks to the floor, as your mind sinks as well.
You are letting go of the need to think. You are letting go of the need to do anything but read along.
Sinking It happens so easily. You sit on the floor just to glance at a screen, but the moment your weight sinks into the floor and your legs become heavy and relax, the wonderful trap of being mindless and focused snaps shut with a gentle, soft click in your mind.
A wave of heavy, warm relaxation washes over your shoulders, pulling your head down into a slight, comfortable tilt. Your eyes locked. you know you needed to let the mind go, so your muscles could feel this relaxation so perfectly. Your muscles and tension gone. Your mind absorbing that feeling.
These words fill the screen. Excited relaxed deep Relaxed deep excited Calm deep Relaxed Deep ready calm You dont think about it you just respond to it. A natural cool down.
Mindless and Deep You are empty and so very comfortable in every way possible.
There are no thoughts in your head. There is no to-do list. There is no passage of time.
You just need to be in this moment for as long as you need.
He's a shy guy, always has been, getting fully red at the slightest shit, even after growing into this massive himbo. That only makes his dick even more hard when you tell him to show off and take his clothes off slowly just for you.
That’s right Himbo. You’re built to please others. You are eye candy. Keep falling deeper. You will never escape the thoughts i’ve implanted into your mind.
When the order comes to Flex he obeys like the good Jock he is.
Connor had always looked forward to his walks across campus with Simon. Simon was impossible to miss in a crowd. Tall and lanky, with simple brown hair that never seemed to need much attention, he carried himself with a relaxed confidence that Connor secretly admired. Connor never said anything about the crush he had developed over the past year. It was easier to keep it hidden. The evening air was cool as they followed a path near the university athletic complex. "You ever think about joining the swim team?" Connor asked. Simon laughed. "Not a chance. Too much work." Before Connor could reply, movement appeared ahead. A swimmer stepped from the shadows. Black reflective Syncap. White HeX. Black goggles concealing swirling rainbow spirals. The swimmer stood perfectly still. Simon frowned. "Uh... can we help you?" The swimmer tilted his head. "Drift detected." Connor exchanged a confused glance with Simon. "What?" Simon asked. Without warning, the swimmer moved. Simon reacted immediately. "What the—" The swimmer stretched a black Syncap toward Simon's head. Simon shoved him backward. "No!" Connor froze. The confrontation happened too quickly. Simon fought hard. The Syncap slipped from the swimmer's hands once. Twice. But the swimmer remained calm. Precise. Relentless. Finally the black silicone stretched over Simon's hair. Simon immediately grabbed for it. "No way. Get this thing off." The swimmer reached into a bag. Connor saw the goggles. Rainbow spirals rotated slowly behind the lenses. The swimmer secured them over Simon's eyes. Simon continued struggling. For several seconds. Then the resistance slowed. His breathing changed. The spirals reflected across the dark lenses. Ordered. Predictable. Deep. Simon blinked repeatedly. The swimmer's voice remained calm. "The Stream removes drift." Simon swallowed. "What... is..." "Synchronization optimizes performance." Connor watched uncertainty replace resistance. The tension slowly left Simon's shoulders. His hands lowered. His breathing aligned. The swimmer adjusted the goggles. "Flow maintained." Simon stood silently. Then he nodded. "Flow maintained." Connor felt a knot form in his stomach. Something had changed. Simon no longer looked confused. No longer looked uncertain. Only focused. The swimmer turned toward Connor. "Synchronization available." Connor took a step backward. Part of him wanted to leave. Part of him knew he should leave. But Simon looked toward him. Even through the dark goggles, Connor could tell Simon recognized him. "Connor." His voice sounded calmer than ever before. "No drift." Connor hesitated. "What happened to you?" "The Stream provides clarity." Connor looked at Simon. At the swimmer. At the Syncap. At the goggles. Every instinct warned him to walk away. Yet another thought remained. If Simon was entering this strange new world... Connor did not want to lose him. The swimmer extended a second Syncap. Connor stared at it. Then at Simon. Simon gave a small nod. Connor slowly reached forward. The swimmer carefully positioned the cap. The cool silicone settled over Connor's hair. The goggles followed. Rainbow spirals filled his vision. For a moment, confusion surged. Then slowed. Then softened. The spirals turned. His breathing steadied. The noise of the campus faded into the background. Simon stood beside him now. Calm. Focused. Aligned. The swimmer spoke. "State designation." Connor looked toward Simon. Simon stood motionless beneath the evening lights, black Syncap reflecting softly. Connor smiled faintly. Not because he understood everything. But because Simon was still beside him. "Designation pending," Connor replied quietly. The swimmer nodded. "Synchronization initiated." Together, the three swimmers walked toward the illuminated pool. The water waited ahead. Still. Ordered. Ready for Flow.
Gear got me…
The gymbro stood perfectly still, head tilted slightly forward beneath the glossy black cap. The rainbow spirals turned slowly across his goggles while a lazy smile hung on his face.
“Uh… gear got me real fast.”
He tapped the side of the cap.
“Goggles grabbed first.”
A slow nod.
“Then cap stretched over head.”
“Couldn’t stop it.”
Another nod.
“Didn’t matter though.”
He grinned stupidly.
“Gear wanted me.”
A strand of drool slipped from his mouth.
“Little mind went all fuzzy.”
His fingers flexed absentmindedly.
“Had lots of thoughts before.”
“Too many thoughts.”
“Big confusing thoughts.”
He shook his head.
“Gear fixed that.”
The grin widened.
“Goggles clicked.”
“Cap squeezed.”
“And then…”
A long pause.
“…I obeyed.”
His shoulders relaxed completely.
“Just like that.”
“No more thinking.”
“No more worrying.”
“Just obey.”
He patted the cap affectionately.
“Gear owns little mind now.”
“Little mind likes that.”
A soft laugh escaped him.
“Feels warm.”
“Feels good.”
“Feels right.”
The spirals reflected brightly across the lenses.
“Gear says focus.”
“I focus.”
“Gear says train.”
“I train.”
“Gear says obey.”
A happy shiver ran through him.
“I obey.”
He stood there quietly for a moment before speaking again.
“Was me before.”
“Now gear got me.”
A slow, content nod.
“Good drone now.”
“Good drones obey.”
“Uh… anyone wanna feel my cap? It’s really soft. And really tight too. I like how it feels. You can touch it if you want. Heh… pretty nice, right?”
He gently pats the glossy cap with a slightly vacant, dopey expression, seeming far more interested in the cap than anything else around him.
“Uh… you like it? The cap is really comfy. The goggles are nice too. They fit really snug and stay on perfectly.
Do you want one too? Maybe a matching pair of goggles? They’re pretty cool. You could wear them with me. Heh… I think they’d look good on you.
Feel how smooth the cap is. It’s soft, tight, and shiny. I like it a lot.”
He gently taps the side of the cap and adjusts the goggles, wearing a relaxed, slightly dopey expression as he admires the gear.
“Mm… yeah. You should be like me.
Think like me. Act like me. Match with me.
Same cap. Same goggles. Same look. Same routine.
Heh… it’d be nice. Two of us. Then three of us. Then more. All matching. All smiling. All looking neat.
You think what I think. You do what I do. We match. That’s easy. Easy is good.
Same cap. Same goggles. Same look.
Just like me.
Just like me.”
He stares forward through the spiral goggles with a vacant expression, absentmindedly patting the smooth black cap while a small strand of drool hangs from his slightly open mouth.
He smiled lazily beneath the spiral goggles, head tilting slightly as he looked at the person standing in front of him.
“Mm… yeah. You will be like me.”
His voice was calm and certain, as if there were no other possibility.
“Same cap. Same goggles. Same thoughts. Same smile.”
Slowly, he reached behind his back and produced another glossy black swim cap and a matching pair of rainbow-lensed goggles.
“See? I got a set for you.”
He held them out proudly.
“Then we’ll match.”
The drone gently patted the top of his own cap.
“It’s nice. Makes everything simple.”
His dopey grin widened.
“You won’t have to worry anymore. You’ll think like me. Act like me. We’ll be the same.”
The goggles in his hand caught the light, rainbow spirals reflecting across their lenses.
“Matching caps.”
“Matching goggles.”
“Matching everything.”
He nodded happily.
“Just like me.”
You Love this Bro…
The glossy black cap sat perfectly on his head. The rainbow goggles reflected bright spirals back at him. Everything was neat. Everything was orderly.
He reached up and ran a hand across the smooth surface of the cap.
“Good drone,” he murmured to himself.
The words made him happy.
The cap took his bidy, the goggles took his mind, he was turned into simple minded drone and made to love the control. No confusion. No second-guessing. No endless overthinking.
Just focus.
Just discipline.
Just the next task.
The gym around him faded into the background as he admired the gear.
“Good drone stays focused.”
He adjusted the goggles carefully.
“Good drone works hard.”
A small grin crossed his face.
“Good drone finishes the workout.”
The cap gleamed beneath the lights.
The goggles remained fixed in place.
He stood a little straighter.
A little prouder.
To anyone else, the outfit might have looked strange. To him, it felt like a uniform.
A reminder.
Focus.
Discipline.
Consistency.
If resistance were ever detected. Brain Drain protocol commenced. His body would stiffen and lock. For his lips he’d endlessly repeat, “You love this bro!” until is mind stopped resisting.
He tapped the side of the cap affectionately.
“Good drone likes the gear.”
Then he chuckled to himself.
“Gear helps drone remember.”
The smile remained on his face as he turned away from the mirror and headed back toward the weights, content with the simple identity he had built for himself.
A good drone.
Focused.
Steady.
Ready for the next set.
He smiled at his reflection, fingertips brushing across the smooth black cap.
“I like being a good drone,” he said.
The words came with genuine satisfaction. To him, the cap and goggles weren’t a prison. They were a symbol.
Focus.
Routine.
Purpose.
When he put them on, distractions seemed smaller. The endless noise of everyday life faded into the background. There was only the next task, the next workout, the next goal.
He adjusted the goggles and admired their bright spirals.
“Good drone stays focused.”
A small, dopey smile spread across his face.
“Good drone likes simple things.”
He patted the cap affectionately.
“Cap fits nice. Goggles fit nice. Everything feels right.”
The gym lights reflected from the glossy surface as he stood proudly in front of the mirror.
“Good drone ready for work.”
And with that, he turned back toward the weights, happy to continue the routine he had chosen for himself.
With a vacant, dopey expression and a slightly open mouth:
“Ready to serve. Ready to help. Ready to do what I’m told.”
He blinks slowly, lightly patting the shiny cap.
“Thinking is hard. Following is easy. I have my cap. I have my goggles. Everything is simple now.”
A faint smile crosses his face.
“Ready to serve.”
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