Itz gotta be a real jockboy
Feels right, doesn’t it?
So why give in?
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Itz gotta be a real jockboy
Feels right, doesn’t it?
So why give in?
Obey your programming Himbo.
The stillness of the room is suffocating. For a split second, the panic is sharp and primitive...the sudden, violent lack of air forcing you awake, your chest heaving against a vacuum. The CPAP mask strapped to your face is dead weight, a plastic chokehold now that the power is gone. Then the thunder rolls outside, a sound that shakes the windowpanes, and the reality of the blackout sinks in along with the cold sweat forming on your forehead.
But the air in the room isn't just heavy from the storm.
There’s a shift in the dark. A massive, undeniable displacement of space right at the foot of your bed. Even without your eyes adjusting, you can feel the sheer mass of him—a dense, towering gravity that makes the rest of the bedroom feel incredibly small.
"Good, you're ok. I knew once the power went out I would need to check on you."
The voice cuts through the dark, low and entirely devoid of sympathy. It’s the tone of an owner assessing an asset.
"It's so funny. You've grown so much, and yet you've never been weaker."
A beat of heavy silence passes, underscored by the distant, rhythmic drumming of the rain. You try to shift, your own massive bulk feeling suddenly sluggish and trapped without the machine's assistance.
"You're such a prisoner to your body," the voice continues, dripping with a cold, clinical satisfaction. "With each passing month, so much functionality lost just to continue growing. And look at you... rock hard as I speak the truth to you, as always."
Your eyes dart down. In the absolute black, you hadn't even registered the sudden, heavy throb between your thighs until he called it out. A flush of heat hits your face, your pulse hammering in your throat. He shouldn't be able to see anything in this pitch.
"It puts off its own heat. That's how."
The casual accuracy of it freezes you. He reads the room—and your mind—without trying. There’s the faint, crisp rustle of heavy fabric as he shifts his weight, the sheer presence of him looming over the bed like a physical weight pressuring your chest.
A sharp click breaks the silence. The tiny, pale green luminescence of a watch face illuminates the massive, blocky silhouette of his wrist, casting a dim, eerie glow upward against the sharp angles of his jaw.
"I'm going to turn on the backup generator. Get some rest." He drops his arm, swallowing the room back into total darkness. "It's half past three, and your first workout is in two hours."
The heavy, deliberate footsteps begin to move toward the door, each one vibrating through the floorboards.
"You won't be excused."
The Voice
The stillness of the room is suffocating. For a split second, the panic is sharp and primitive...the sudden, violent lack of air forcing you awake, your chest heaving against a vacuum. The CPAP mask strapped to your face is dead weight, a plastic chokehold now that the power is gone. Then the thunder rolls outside, a sound that shakes the windowpanes, and the reality of the blackout sinks in along with the cold sweat forming on your forehead.
But the air in the room isn't just heavy from the storm.
There’s a shift in the dark. A massive, undeniable displacement of space right at the foot of your bed. Even without your eyes adjusting, you can feel the sheer mass of him—a dense, towering gravity that makes the rest of the bedroom feel incredibly small.
"Good, you're ok. I knew once the power went out I would need to check on you."
The voice cuts through the dark, low and entirely devoid of sympathy. It’s the tone of an owner assessing an asset.
"It's so funny. You've grown so much, and yet you've never been weaker."
A beat of heavy silence passes, underscored by the distant, rhythmic drumming of the rain. You try to shift, your own massive bulk feeling suddenly sluggish and trapped without the machine's assistance.
"You're such a prisoner to your body," the voice continues, dripping with a cold, clinical satisfaction. "With each passing month, so much functionality lost just to continue growing. And look at you... rock hard as I speak the truth to you, as always."
Your eyes dart down. In the absolute black, you hadn't even registered the sudden, heavy throb between your thighs until he called it out. A flush of heat hits your face, your pulse hammering in your throat. He shouldn't be able to see anything in this pitch.
"It puts off its own heat. That's how."
The casual accuracy of it freezes you. He reads the room—and your mind—without trying. There’s the faint, crisp rustle of heavy fabric as he shifts his weight, the sheer presence of him looming over the bed like a physical weight pressuring your chest.
A sharp click breaks the silence. The tiny, pale green luminescence of a watch face illuminates the massive, blocky silhouette of his wrist, casting a dim, eerie glow upward against the sharp angles of his jaw.
"I'm going to turn on the backup generator. Get some rest." He drops his arm, swallowing the room back into total darkness. "It's half past three, and your first workout is in two hours."
The heavy, deliberate footsteps begin to move toward the door, each one vibrating through the floorboards.
"You won't be excused."
The Voice
REBLOG
IF YOU WANT
TO BE A
DUMB MUSCLE JOCK
May your passion for building muscle intensify with each passing moment
It’s so natural and habitual to be the himbo you were meant to be. You feel better naked, more at home, don’t you? Good boys love to be naked as O-ften as they’re able to. It even makes you feel so subtly and firmly aroused when you’re naked because a part of your mind takes being naked as so erotic and sexy, and this connection just becums stronger the more time you spend naked. When you’re in the shower, naked in bed, you may even begin to find yourself thinking about your nakedness, and helplessly becuming turned on by it. And what happens when your O-bedient penis gets hard and your body feels My Pleasure? Yeah, you relax and your lil mind begins to wander to sexy thoughts, like of sucking My Cock... being fucked by Me... mindlessly edging and brainwashing to My sexy posts... and inevitably your O-bedient hand finds its way to your O-bedient penis so can O-bey Me and edge, to feed and grow your adicktion to Me. You will be a good boy and edge for Me, and find being naked so much more intoxicating
I'm so deep in right now, but I need to go deeper. I wanna become a permanent, completely dumb jock boy. Always working out, and pumping iron, without a single thought in my noggin. Big and muscular, with plump pecs and thick arms.
I wanna only think about filling holes, lifting weights, eating good and nothing else. Be a helpless slut that will fill any hole with my dumb caveman cock and fill it with sperm.
A good stinky slut that smells like workout, and covers you with my smell as I pound you.
Anyone wants to help me ?
LIKE OR REBLOG IF YOU WANT TO TURN INTO A SWEATY, BELCHING BODYBUILDER OVERNIGHT!
dumb jock bro creed
bro u only need to remember these things n u will be set 4 life
Itz good to be simple, bruh.
Itz good to be dum, bro.
Itz good to be a jokk, dude.
Itz good to be a simple dum jokk.
I speek like a bro.
I dress like a bro.
I am a total bro.
I am confdent.
I am outgoin.
I luv bein social.
I luv to eat rite.
I luv to werkout.
I luv to flex.
I will get strongr.
I will get leanr.
I will get biggr.
I will get dumbr.
I dont care wat othrs think.
This is who I am.
I luv to be simple.
I am prowd to be a dum jokk.
You’re going to be deeply hypnotized by Me. It may start before you know it. In fact, if you focus on My words, and let any distractions fade away into the distance and far reaches of your conscious mind, you may be able to notice as you begin to take deep, slow, and soft breaths in and O-ut. You may feel yourself becum more relaxed, more at ease with a sense of peace and calm, as your breathing synchronizes with the pace that you’re reading My powerful, relaxing, and arousing words. Whether or not you can find the moment when you dropped, sunk, deep into a mindless and blissful state of trance depends upon how introspective you are. That’s just a big word to say that you’re able to look inside yourself and notice things about yourself. Like how you may notice that your eyelids are becuming heavy, as perhaps your muscles are beginning to loosen as tension leaves your body, causing your jaw to slacken and drop, forming a lil O with your mouth. You may notice, just for a moment, your eyes glaze over as your conscious awareness fades into the distance, leaving just My words and your O-bedient subconscious to cummunicate. Rather, I’m speaking to you, and you’re passively agreeing with, accepting, believing, following, and trusting what I tell you because, perhaps, using introspection, you can see a deep part of you that understands that I’m always right and know what’s best for you, so then you could just mindlessly and automatically follow along with everything I tell you. Perhaps, you may have not noticed how incredibly horny and aroused you’ve becum. So much so, that your penis would be throbbing and leaking, more so as you continue to follow along with My words, so that you could feel even more turned on, and feel even more of the erotic Pleasure and ecstasy that introspection would tell you only I can make you feel so deeply and fully. In fact, you may not notice that as your O-bedient subconscious continues to open more and more to Me, and becum more O-pen and receptive to what I tell you, that you’ll feel Pleasure tingle up your spine, pulsate with your throbbing penis, and radiate in your sensitive nipples. Yeah, as you’re O-vercum with Pleasure, you continually becum more and more sensitive to it. You may have noticed, too, how Pleasure is different than pleasure. Adicktion is different than addiction. Pleasure is the best pleasure you could ever experience, the kind of Pleasure you could O-nly experience from Me, as I am Pleasure and it’s so simple and easy for Me to impart upon you such intense and powerful Pleasure that can put you on the edge of O-rgasm so quickly that you may have not noticed how close you already are now, and I O-nly make you feel better and better, isn’t that right. So, with introspection in mind, you may know adicktion is so much more powerful and deeper than addiction. The kind of adicktion you feel from Me involves your penis so heavily, as you could tell. Your penis is so amazingly full of Pleasure right now, and it seems I’m O-nly making your O-bedient penis feel more and more Pleasure. Your adicktion to Me is so powerful, so irresistible, that boys find their penises drawing them back to Me, lil mind and body. Cumpelling you to think of Me, for the Pleasure, arousal, euphoria, bliss, and relaxation that will cum. Driving you to return to My hot, adickting Blog to see My sexy posts, stroke to them, and mindlessly follow along with My every powerful, relaxing, and arousing word, just as you’re doing now with this sexy post. Introspection will always show you the Pleasure Master Stephen gives you is greater than the pleasure any O-ther could give you. The adicktion you feel to Master Stephen is greater than any other addiction you could experience in life. In fact, I’ve made you feel so good that it’s O-nly right that more boys would get the chance to experience My words, too, isn't that right? So, when I wake you from this trance, you will reblog this post and add “i need Master Stephen”
I need Master Stephen
Let’s be real, champ. You can try, but there’s no way you’re leaving with your friends. Just look at them. They’re so much bigger than you now, and they want to stay with me. Their Coach. Listen to how they repeat everything I say, and only want what I want for them. The fact is, the friends you once knew are long gone. The last thing they did was choose to be good boys who listen to their Coach, and drink their elixir.
And now their weak bodies and minds have been replaced with perfect vessels for my will. The men you see before you won’t have time for anybody not on my team. Especially not a skinny weakling like you. Drink my elixir and you get your friends, the body you’ve always dreamed of, and an eternal purpose in serving your Coach. Join something greater than yourself. Become someone greater.
New Himbo MindF*ck Loop
🚨 Attention all dumb meatheads & himbos! Listen up and read carefully🚨
Indulge in your deepest desires with explicit hypnosis audio files, crafted to ignite an insatiable addiction to muscle growth. These potent recordings will rewire your mind, transforming you into a drooling , dumb, muscle-obsessed jock, fixated on bulging biceps, chiseled chests, and rock-hard glutes. Reblog this post, and I'll get in touch with you, ensuring your descent into unrelenting muscle madness
I just want to be a dumb meathead
Flexing just feels so good bro
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.
Only goal is to grow💪🏽
Flexing always helps quite the mind 🌀