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GOOD BOYS OBEY🌀
Tyler was interested in switching up his style and no better place to do that than your local mall. He entered through the doors through the food court and began his journey store to store. Endless stores with your run of the mill clothes filled with people packed like sardines. He was about to give up until he noticed a new store
This one had been added recently or maybe he never noticed it. The windows were so tinted he couldn’t make out what this place had to offer. Walking in before he went home wouldn’t hurt. He entered the store and was shocked to find so much leather and rubber. Stuff he wouldn’t be caught dead in. Everywhere he looked was a culture shock to this basic boy. He rubbed his hand over a shirt and felt a tingle in his body.
It felt like nothing he’s felt before. He could feel a *PING* go off in his brain and with no hesitation he grabbed a shirt. Something told him he needed to try it on. He didn’t see anybody else in the store so he grabbed a shirt and walked himself to the dressing rooms.
He stripped his jacked and plain red tee and set them to the side. He grabbed the folded black rubber shirt and slowly pulled it over his head
The shirt fit like a glove. He had to admit that though it’s not his style, he really enjoyed the way it fit him. Snug in all the right places. Seemed to cling to his body like second skin. He kept staring at himself pleased with what he saw. As he stared he hadn’t noticed the mirror began to swirl. Too busy looking at himself.
As the pattern in the mirror fully encased the glass, he felt confused. Eyes never leaving the spiral in front of him. His head felt light. His body tingling. He felt amazing. Then the thoughts began to enter his head. Obedience. Rubber. Slave. He felt like he was gonna pass out. He was slowly giving in to the spiral.
His brain shut down completely. He mumbled over and over “i am a good boy. Good boys wear rubber.”
He was completely hypnotized. The store owner unlocked the door to his stall and let himself in. He stared at the boy with lust in his eyes.
“You’re gonna make a fine slave. Isn’t that right my good boy”
Through the drool now coming from the boys lips he nodded and repeated “i am a good boy good boys wear rubber”
The owner handed Tyler some more clothes and ordered him to put them on. Tyler obeyed without hesitation. He followed the owner to the back room where his hair was cut short and his ears were pierced. He exited the store and returned home with bags of new rubber attire. Tyler wanted a change in style and that’s what he got. He would return to the store once a week for new items and to service his master. Tyler made sure to tell his friends of the great new store they should check out
Luke was on a healthy diet, but his roommate kept offering him food all the time. Until one day, he just couldn't say no and took a slice of pizza his roommate handed him. After that, everything became a total blur—Luke had no idea how much time had passed, and honestly, he didn't even care. All he cared about was his next meal… and his feeder.
Inspired by a weight gainer blog. Tbh it's the first time I found out about this culture. So forgive me if I make any mistakes or misunderstand.
My kind of dark room.
Just relax bud.
Ain’t no need to worry.
Just relax and let Boss do the talking.
Just listen.
It’s ok to just let go and just FOCUS.
As the spiral just seems to pull your attention.
Just FOCUS.
Just relax.
And listen to Boss.
Just take this moment to rest, and FOCUS.
Like the spiral just seems to pull your thoughts away with it.
You just need to FOCUS
Each word that Boss says, just seems to be the only things sticking.
As the spiral just pulls everything else away.
Nothing else matters as you just FOCUS
As everything else fades away.
It’s ok to just listen and feel yourself sink.
To feel yourself relax.
To feel yourself FOCUS
On just Boss’ words.
As you just feel yourself get nice and empty.
It’s ok to just relax and stare.
To just FOCUS
On what Boss is saying.
It’s ok if your mouth just seems to hang open.
It’s ok if you just seem to be so empty you drool.
Cause all ya need to do is FOCUS
And just give yourself time to relax like a good Dumbass redneck or cowboy or country boy.
Just relax and FOCUS
For Boss.
Be a good Dumbass for Boss and reblog.
And if you feel extra empty, and extra good ya can always let Boss see that nice empty look ya get.
feels so good to just stare at the slicked spirals
ZANE’S HIMBO CONFESSIONS
ZANE’S HIMBRO CAP – CONFUSION INDUCTION + HIMBRO GYM REWIRE
Look at it, bro.
Don’t scroll. Don’t look away. Just stare at my actual gym cap. The one I wear backwards every single workout like a proper himbro.
Is it white? Or that nasty off-white from years of real sweat and dried cum?
Look at the brim… those dark stains… are they from protein shakes or from when I kept the cap on while a bro face-fucked me raw between sets?
The logo… three thick bars. Or three veiny cocks stacked and dripping? The more you try to count them the more they throb and blur together.
Don’t try to decide. The harder your brain works to make sense of it, the slower and stupider it gets.
White or filthy? Clean or crusty with loads? Logo or fat bro cocks?
Your thoughts are slamming into each other now. Canceling out. Melting. Good. That’s the confusion doing exactly what it’s supposed to do.
Every second you keep staring, another smart thought leaks out of your head and drips down to your cock. You can feel it. That heavy, warm, horny fog rolling in. Your IQ dropping. Your dick getting stupidly hard.
That’s it. Let it happen. Let your brain empty out while your cock fills up.
Now imagine taking this cap and slapping it on your own head.
Backwards.
Brim at the back. Forehead exposed. Just like a real himbro.
Feel the crusty fabric press against your skin. Smell it — thick gym musk, old sweat, stale cum, and pure himbro filth. The second it settles the rewire locks in.
Your mind goes completely fucking blank.
No thoughts.
Just need.
You are at the gym. Cap on backwards. And you are a himbro now.
You don’t think anymore. You just lift heavy, grunt like an animal, sweat until you’re dripping, and flex in the mirror while your cock leaks in your shorts. You wear the sluttiest stringers and shortest shorts you can get away with so every bro can see exactly what you’re offering.
Every single rep with the cap on backwards wires your body and brain tighter to bro cock.
The pump in your muscles makes your throat and hole twitch with hunger. The burn in your legs makes you fantasize about getting bent over and railed raw right there in the rack. Every curl makes your mouth water for thick, sweaty, post-workout cock.
The backwards cap is your neon sign: “Free use himbro. Open mouth. Open hole. Will drop instantly.”
You don’t even fight it. Your knees just buckle. You sink right there — in the sauna, the showers, the locker room corner — cap still backwards, eyes glassy, mouth stretched wide around a fat, musky bro cock. You gag, you drool, you moan like a desperate whore while he skull-fucks you and calls you a good dumb himbro. You swallow every thick rope of cum like it’s the only protein you need. Your own cock throbs untouched, leaking all over the floor, because real himbros get off on serving, not on cumming.
And the rewire only gets deeper.
You’ll never be normal again.
You’ll start wearing every cap you own backwards. You’ll catch yourself staring at other guys’ bulges in the gym, wondering how their cocks taste. You’ll edge for hours at home with this picture open, stroking slow while the programming sinks even further. You’ll start offering to “spot” bros and end up on your knees or bent over instead. You’ll spread it — letting other guys wear the cap, watching their eyes glaze over as they turn into the same cock-hungry muscle sluts.
The need will keep growing. Stronger. Filthier. More permanent. Until being a backwards-cap himbro who lives to lift, leak, and get used is the only thing left in your empty head.
There’s no escape. There never was. The cap already owns you.
So here’s what happens right now, bro:
If your cock is rock hard and your brain feels like cum-soaked mush while you’re reading this… good. The rewire is already taking hold.
Reblog it. Comment “backwards cap owns me” or just spam 🍆💦 if thinking is too hard. Save the picture. Stare at it later while you edge.
Next time you step into the gym, put any cap on backwards. Feel your mind click off and your cock click on.
And if you ever want to feel what it’s like when Zane’s actual, crusty, cum-stained bro cap is sitting on your head… turning you into my personal gym cock-drone…
You know where to find me.
Now stop thinking.
The confusion is gone.
Only himbro remains.
Lift. Flex. Leak. Serve.
Backwards cap = blank mind = bro cock worship.
Repeat until it’s the only truth you know.
🧢💪🍆
Now go put a cap on backwards, bro. The rewire is waiting.
Brad and Ethan have been served drugged water. Brad passes out first and Ethan realizes what's going on. He tries to make Brad get up, but it's too late and Ethan passes out as well.
One by one, Brad and Ethan are hypnotized. The hypnotist makes them forget they were drugged or hypnotized, and proceeds to play with them like they're his sleepy toys.