Hypno-Rope-Sub

Doesn't matter as long as you are a Good Dog!

You’re exhausted, aren’t you? Having to take care of all that shit, keeping up with this and that. You have a job, an important one, and you have to be tuned in all the time. So sometimes you wonder, is this all a bit too much?

You want to tune it all out. At least for a while. For an hour, a day, a week. You just want a break from thoughts running through your head at breakneck speeds.

And you can. You juts have to let it all go, brah.

Let your thoughts slowly break apart, disappearing into the abyss, no longer fueled by any cognitive function.

Let your body take over, reversing to its most primal needs. Strength, dominance, muscle.

Feel as your focused, anxious expression turns into an uninterested, slack-jawed face of a true meathead.

Damn bro, you lookin buff as fuck dude!

Now flex these guns for me, jock. That’s all you think about now, after all. All you can focus on.

Head empty, just muscles. You’re a proud dumb jock now, just like you wanted. 

Aaron could admit to himself that he had always been a nerd. He was smart enough that he had skipped grades through high school and sailed through his degree. Now he was working as a civil engineer. He wore a solid colour button up shirt, corduroy pants, and tighty whities every day, just because he found them comfortable.

As an engineer, Aaron had more than a bit of the tech nerd in him, and he wasn’t immune to the AI craze. When all of his friends on an online forum started raving about some new AI chatbot, Aaron was curious.

Him-br.AI was marketed as an AI chatbot that helped you to make big changes in your life. It appeared to be some kind of self-help assistance bot. Aaron signed up for the free trial and loaded up a chatroom. He didn’t notice that, since he was on the free trial, he didn’t get to decide what the bot would help him to change. After a few seconds of loading, he received his first message from the bot.

Himbo_mkr: Hey bro, what’s up?

Eng-boy: Uh, hi. What’s up?

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I had a sick workout, huhuhu. My muscles are all pumped up and covered in sweat. Hot, right?

Aaron couldn’t deny that did sound hot. His dick chubbed up in his corduroys. This bot sounded a bit like an idiot, but it wasn’t like he was real. Aaron could play along and get off. Tons of guys were probably doing it.

Eng-boy: That does sound hot! Since you’re so sweaty, you’ve probably got a lot of musk coming off your body, right?

Himbo_mkr: Yeah, bro! My hot pits, crotch, and asscrack give off a totally rancid stench, lmao. It gets me hard knowing that I smell like such a man.

It was a bit surprising that a bot could talk about getting hard, Aaron thought, but by now he was getting too into it. He rubbed his bulge through his pants and typed another message.

Eng-boy: Sounds like you’re a pretty dumb muscle bro, huh?

Himbo_mkr: Bruh, I’m a himbo, of course I am! You’re not the sharpest knife either, lol.

Aaron was a bit offended, but then he thought back, and he decided that the bot was kind of right. He wasn’t, like, a dummy, but he wasn’t valedictorian, either. He’d had a solid B average, which had gotten him an okay engineering degree. So he was stuck in a dead-end permits office, whatever. The money was good.

Eng-boy: Guess you’re right, haha. I always thought I could have been smarter.

Himbo_mkr: Bro, why? You’re a proud bro. Brains are, like, your lowest priority, huhuhu.

For an instant, Aaron felt light-headed. He was no… bro, right? But as he looked around the room, it seemed like that was true. His engineering degree was surrounded by pics of himself and his bros partying at school. There weren’t any fantasy novels on his shelf, just gay porn magazines. The sheets on his bed weren’t crisp and fresh, but kind of a sweaty mess.

Aaron scratched under his skinny armpit and sniffed the mild scent he gave off. He had to wear the cords and the button up for work, but he was definitely a bro, through and through, despite his skinny physique. He was kind of a dumbass, but he was good enough at his job, even though dealing with shipments wasn’t exactly what an engineer should be doing.

Eng-bro: Of course, bro. When I’m off the clock, I’m all for the bros. Who needs smarts?

Himbo_mkr: Exactly, bro! Dumb bros like us have no inhibitions and we’re worry free!

Aaron was properly jacking his hard, if average, cock now. He was feeling warm and horny, and thinking about how big this himbo bro’s ass must be. He vaguely remembered something about a bot or something, but he didn’t care.

Eng-bro: I wanna play with your big muscle tits and asscheeks, bro.

Himbo_mkr: That’s so like you, bro. I bet you’re sweating like a pig, too. Your shirt’s probably covered in musky sweat stains.

Aaron looked down and chuckled. The himbo was right again! His button up shirt was soaked through and translucent, showing off his skinny chest. He had yellowing pit stains that were totally dripping with salty, musky sweat.

His whole room stank from all his sweat. In spite of his nerdy stature, Aaron had always had overproductive sweat glands. He’d given up on controlling it in high school, instead choosing to embrace his natural musk. These days, he cultivated it.

Sweat-bro: You know it, bro. Bet you wish you were here to peel it off me, bro.

Himbo_mkr: Strip, bro! Your thick, dumb chest muscles are probably too big for a button-up, anyway.

Aaron started unbuttoning his shirt. It was hard, with his thick, sweat- and pre-slicked fingers. After a moment, he gave up and ripped the shirt open, chuckling, “Huhu, Superman!” as he did. As he peeled the soaked fabric off his skin, it felt like Aaron was seeing his massive pecs for the first time. They were perfectly rounded with big, dark nipples. He rubbed a hand over his sexy musclegut, too.

Himbo_mkr: Don’t forget those giant arms of yours, either.

Aaron paused in the action of licking the sweat off his peaked, solid bicep. He was such a dumbass sometimes, he’d totally forgotten he was in a chat! Hopefully this bro wasn’t too mad.

Sweat-bro: Dude, I gotta take off these cords, they’re getting smelly from all the pre and shit.

Himbo_mkr: Don’t forget to take off your underwear, too, bro! You don’t want it to snap around that dumptruck ass of yours.

It took Aaron several seconds and lying down on his bed to pull off his corduroy pants and tighty whities. The closure was too complicated for his dumb bro brain to figure out, plus his huge ass and thick thighs had been crammed in there like sausage meat. Huhu, sausage. Once he was naked, he started jacking again, his little dick almost invisible in his huge hand. He moaned so loud in his deep, dumb voice that he missed the next notification.

Himbo_mkr: Yeah, jack that big Korean cock. Don’t forget to pay attention to your big bull balls and slutty hole, too.

All the blemishes and acne scars on Aaron’s skin vanished as his skin smoothed out and lightened. His hair turned black and straightened out. His pubes darkened too, growing out into a real forest along to frame his dick and balls. He grunted and groaned even more as he tugged on his balls. He started to bounce his big, jiggly ass up and down to better feel the huge plug filling up his hungry asshole.

Himbo_mkr: You’re wearing a white tank, right, bro? And those slutty little jean shorts are around your ankles with your musky jockstrap as you jerk. And those big, smelly feet of yours. You’re wearing your Converse, right?

As a musky Asian himbo, Aaron always wore a sweat-soaked white tank, which showed off his bulky pec shelf and protruding musclegut. His favourite pair of booty shorts were down around his ankles, along with the jockstrap he’d worn today. Aaron swung his legs into the air to get better access to his hole, showing off his boat-like white high-tops, which were stained with sweat because he never wore socks.

While Aaron kept on jacking off on his unwashed, cum-crusted sheets in his messy, musky room, the Him-br.AI chatroom closed itself. Another window opened an instant later, starting up a video stream. Now anyone on the internet could see Aaron, the dumb, sweaty Korean himbo, pleasure himself and lick up his musk. For a fee, they could even control the size and vibrations of his plug to pleasure his slutty himbo hole.

Most of the guys didn’t interest you that much, you always thought that you were more into city boys, not one to fall for a dirty, rough redneck but then Mace joined the company.

Only a few years older than you, he was easily the biggest guy on the site, 6’4 if not 5 and looked like he could flip a car on its roof without breaking a sweat, when one of the guys told you that a few years back Mace was the star of the local highschool football team, you weren’t surprised.

You couldn’t help but stare whenever he was around, every time he’d notice you’d just blush and play it off with the usual remarks. Saying that you were just reading his shirt or that you were actually looking at the work truck behind him. As if it didn’t happen for the 13th time that day.

But then one day about half-way into his second month there he called out to you as you walked down below. He was closing off a part of the site’s piping for annual maintenance and you expected a question or a request to fetch something when you looked up but instead you got a surprise flex show from him

You stared at him with your mouth open, your dick began to drool pre before you even got hard and he just continued. The grunts between poses driving shivers of pleasure down your spine. He had you under his control for over four minutes before a phone call brought you back to reality.

You spent the rest of your shift in your office, confused, aroused and scared. “Does he know? He must… Is he okay with it? Maybe… What am I gonna do? I don’t know…” you muttered to yourself silently as you tried to take your mind somewhere else.

You took the day’s paperwork out of its drawer and tried to switch your focus to that but whenever Mace’s name appeared you couldn't help but see those big arms and deep pits. His pecs and obliques peeking out of his cut off and that cheeky mischievous grin he had on while he did so.

By the time the shift ended you thought you were gonna go mad. You quickly raced to your car hoping that you won’t meet him. Once you got home you took a long shower and fell asleep on your couch, unexpectedly, only waking up at 5 am after a thankfully sleepless night.

Thankfully so, the slower, calmer morning helped a lot but then, as you got into your car the boss called, not unusual, he always called around that time but the whole call was about Mace, about how good he’s doing. By the end of it you felt like the same mess you were yesterday. Maybe more so as, consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t give way and managed to crash into a car just getting out of your driveway…

What a start… You thought to yourself as you exchanged insurance information and called an Uber, hoping you won’t be too late.

The whole day you’ve been swamped by paperwork and only clocked off at 6:45pm, tired, exhausted and pissed off on the whole world. When you reached the parking lot you pulled out your phone, prepared to throw even more money down the drain with another Uber but then a big rough calloused hand gripped your shoulder.

“I’ll take ya home.” Mace’s deep voice shook your whole body. He hugged your neck and rubbed his beard against your hair, his smell made your knees weak. You didn’t answer, just let your head rest on his arm. Somehow this was the graduation of the last two days' events and it seemed way calmer than you'd expected.

Mace pulled you closer and you felt his bulge against the small of your back, it made you gasp. He was clearly massive everywhere…

He just chuckled and lifted you up, you felt diminutive in his arms. “Or we can head to my house for the night.” You cuddled up to his arm and he knew what that meant. Mace carried you to his truck, drove you two to his house and let you crash on his couch while he made dinner, you ate and then both settled down on the couch.

As the evening progressed you got bolder and bolder. Soon you were lying with your scruff in his pit, enveloped by his scent, massaging his bulge, you could feel his pre slowly soaking his underwear and jeans. Mace wasn’t saying anything, only groaning approvingly. 

Once even his jeans had a prominent spot of precum you unbuckled his belt and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, the zipper took some work as Mace’s hard on was plenty strong enough to make it difficult but soon you got his pride free.

You gasped, it was massive, at least 9” uncut and covered in his precum.  You couldn't touch your fingers around it. The two balls below were more than a match for it and looked full to the brim.

“What’s the last time you’ve jacked off?” You giggled as you felt the weight of his balls.

“Last Saturday, been holding off, hoping you’d suck me off.” He chucked and ruffled up your hair. 

You looked stunned, then squeezed his balls hard and whispered, “Fuck sucking, I want that thing deep in me.” You felt his balls jump when he heard that.

What follows is a frenzy of movements, he kisses you, grabs your head as he dominates your mouth, you then feel his massive powerful hands grip your ribcage as he lifts you up effortlessly, you wrap your legs around him as he carries you over to his bedroom, throws you on the bed, strips you naked then does the same, his cock gets even harder pointing upwards, pre dripping onto the floor as he lustfully looks over your smooth body.

He forces your legs to your shoulders, your eager hole exposed, clenched tight, scared by the sight of that battering ram. He lowers himself onto you, his wiry body hair scratching you as he slides his dick over your eager hole, precum leaking all over it, he’s whispering into your ear, telling you to relax but you can’t, finally he kisses you, passionately, lovingly, it makes your hole relax a bit and his cock seizes the opportunity with searing pain his massive cockhead gets inside.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in tight, your heels dig into the small of his back, you’re begging him to slow down as you feel your hole throbe, trying to accommodate his cock. He soothes you with his deep voice as he slides in deeper, your eyes full of tears.

“Don’t worry babe, I'm careful.” He whispers into your ear just as he rams the last few inches inside with a grunt. You dig your  nails into his back, feeling like he just split your ass apart. Instead of continuing he goes in for a kiss as rough and dominating as his massive body slamming his dick inside you.

Still not parting the kiss he begins with slow gentle thrusts, you moan and groan, your dick spasming in many cumless orgasms as he feels your whole body flex, trying to understand the pleasure and pain overload it's getting.

“Mace, please go slow, slow…”you beg him but notice he isn’t listening, his eyes are closed, his body controlled by his dick. He’s speeding up, your one arm  wrapped around his neck, the other digging its nails into his back he’s destroying your g-spot, his balls slapping your ass hard.

“Babe, babe, ba…” your eyes roll back as he reaches the right rhythm, your poor cock unable to piece together what the fuck is going on is spasming, your whole body sweaty and flexing, trying to take Mace’s thrusts as they get harder and harder, his 260 pounds driving his dick deep inside you.

“Take it, fucking take it!” He grunts out as his tempo gets even fiercer, his hold on you tightens as he gets even faster, your ass feels like a cave and still it’s too tight for his cock… his sweat is dripping onto you like hot summer rain.

Mace goes in for a kiss, silencing your moans, dominating you even more. You can hear cracks and squeak from the bedframe as he fucks you, his dick getting even more engorged, you know what is coming. He reached his tempo. beating your ass like mad. You know he won’t last long.

He’s trying to hold off for as long as he can but it isn’t helping, his breathing goes jagged as he gives you a few last thrusts and with the last one that buries his cock deep inside you, his whole body flexes as the first squirt of cum coats your insides.

His arms squeeze your body hard as he whimpers, groans and gasps, his mind taken over by his orgasm, he’s overloaded with pleasure. It feels like his orgasm is endless as it just continues on and on, his cock throbbing inside you, balls clenching, pumping more and more cum deep into you.

“Fuck babe…” He’s heaving, as he collapses onto you, kissing you gently, his cock goes slowly soft but doesn’t seem to get any smaller. Within two minutes you feel his cock harden again.

“Ready for a long night?” He gives you a cheeky smirk as he begins a second round of ass wrecking, one of six he’ll give you that night.

You don’t stop until the next day’s sunrise, as all other people start their Saturday, you finish your Friday, after it all you fall asleep on top of him, feeling weak and empty without his cock inside you, using his pumped up pecs as a pillow, his embrace making you feel safe and comfy as his load slowly leaks out of your wrecked hole.