I started listening to subliminals about a year and a half ago. Ā Totally changed my whole life. Ā I used to be just another scrawny ectomorph, never feeling good about myself or getting laid.Ā I came across some of these hypnotists online, and I first I thought it was all bullshit, but then got to chatting one up somehow, telling him I didnāt believe it was real but that it was interesting to me in a way.
He said it only works if you want it to work.
I guess I must have really hated my life, because I started doing it with him.Ā I did want it to work.
He started with my mind.Ā Ā āYouāre kind of a dim bulb.āĀ I was asking him what that was all about.Ā I didnāt want to be referred to as stupid.Ā I just wanted to build some muscle.Ā He asked me how many smart guys I knew who build muscle.
I had to admit, he had a point.
I figured I had nothing to lose.Ā I guess I didnāt realise how good hypno would make me feel, and just how deep I would go into it.
āYouāre not a very intelligent guy, and youāre ok with that,ā he would tell me, taking me deeper and deeper into trances.Ā Heād ask me to drink wine when we were doing these exercises.Ā Eventually, a month in, he switched to hard liquor and beer.
āThe more you drink, the less clearly you can think.Ā You donāt want to think.Ā You just want to live.Ā You want to build muscle, have a happy life, and have a lot of hot gay sex.ā
āI do?ā I said.Ā Iād already gotten so used to letting him have control.Ā I could almost feel the drool welling in my mouth.Ā It felt good to let go with my hypnotist.Ā It felt good to feel like clinging to the part of me that felt like it had to imbibe and process so much information at the time was the wrong way to go.
I could always shift back if I went too far, I thought.
And yet I wanted it.Ā I was already happier, scrawny as I was.Ā It had been months and I hadnāt done anything towards gaining muscle with this guy.
āDoesnāt drawing it out feel good?ā he asked when I questioned him on how slow the progress was.Ā Ā āI want to do this right with you.Ā If you rush through it, it doesnāt work as well.Ā Itās reorienting your mind thatās the important part.Ā The rest will come easy for you after that.ā
It did feel good.Ā I even told him that a week later, that if I just had him to work on the dumbing down process for a whole year, even, that would be fine with me.Ā I already felt more like a dumb guy in my mind, if not a dumb jock, and the just knowing that I was eventually going to cross the line into jock territory had me really excited, even if it was hard to visualise.
āYou sure are getting dumb.Ā I want you to do a test with me,ā he said not long after that.
āSure.Ā What sort of test?ā
āWe gotta deep hypno you first.ā
He took me under for an hour straight, until I was lying on my back, almost naked for him, calling myself a moron and a dumb jock.Ā The test was a series of questions in which I told him how I truly felt about the process.Ā He said he had to ensure that I was completely on board with loving everything about it and on never returning to the guy I was before hypnosis began.
He wanted me shirtless, my chest bare, everything bare.
Then he had me drinking beer for him and doing more routines until I passed out.Ā It took hours, but it felt so good as he coaxed me through it, telling me that when I woke up, I wouldnāt snap out of it.Ā Iād be a dumb jock now.Ā I just remember telling him,Ā āYes, thatās exactly what I want.Ā Do it.Ā Make me one forever.Ā Thatās all I really want to be anymore.ā
It really hit me hard that night.Ā The session got kind of crazy.Ā Weād built this intense connection and it was getting crazier all the time.
āTell me how stupid you are,ā my hypnotist said.
I was drunk, and I was practically blubbering at one point, I was so in the bag from all the alcohol and the hypnosis.Ā I could feel the drool running down my chin.Ā Ā āIām so dumb, man.Ā Just so fucking hollow.Ā Just an empty fucking jock, and itās so fucking hollow that this is all I want to be!ā
At one point I was slapping myself upside the head, as if I deserved it, as if I was killing off whatever part of me insisted on being a dork and staying busy with too much unnecessary information or interests that would only get in the way of me living my best life.
āFucking dumb, man, Iām your dumb jock, man, itās all I want to be, man,ā I was saying like a zombie for what must have been an hour.Ā I had rarely seen my hypnotist so happy, and that he was so excited with the results we were getting just pushed me even deeper.
āYes, you are.Ā Tomorrow youāl feel it.Ā For once, for the first time, now and forever, you will never come out of this state.Ā This is you now.Ā There will be no surfacing.Ā Itās strong enough in you to hold, now.Ā You will wake up as everything you want to be tomorrow, namely, just a standard dumb jock who lives for working out, sex, sports, and muscle.Ā Youāll never revert now.ā
When I woke up, I did feel it.Ā I was a guy who was a dumb jock.
I went to the mirror and looked into it.Ā I could feel it, the change having come over me, and I could feel it so strongly, but still, I just had to verify that this was real.Ā I had to see what I looked like now.
I looked the same, mostly, except for the expression on my face.Ā There was a tangible difference there.
I raised an eyebrow at my reflexion.Ā I could see it.Ā I really could.Ā I wasnāt the guy I used to be.
Sure, my body was the same as ever, but my expression had changed.Ā I looked just like a guy who was a jock dude at heart, one who had those kind of mannerisms, even.Ā I wasnāt perfect, but I was more in the ballpark than ever before.Ā I looked like a jock guy who just happened to be stuck in a scrawny, ectomorphic body.Ā And that pissed me off, that I was stuck in this weaklingās body.Ā I knew Iād have to change it.
I dialed up my hypnotist that morning to confirm it for him, that it had worked, and to help me figure out what was going to come next for me.
He had lifestyle instructions for me.Ā He wanted my walls bare.
āDoesnāt it piss you off that youāre meant to be a jock dude but youāre in such a scrawny body?ā
āYeah, it really does piss me off,ā I answered back.Ā I could feel the anger.
It was that morning that I just ripped everything off the walls that could possibly identify me as the guy I used to be.Ā I wanted to dispose of him completely.
It was that morning that, grunting, not even knowing what I was doing yet, just knowing that I shouldnāt be in a body this weak, and that I couldnāt even stand looking at myself in the mirror like this any longer, knowing I was a different guy inside than the body reflected, that I started doing pushups, my bare chest against the floor until my arms ached and I collapsed.
I was breaking down that muscle, shredding the guy I had been.Ā I kept it up, doing more pushups the moment I could stand to do more.Ā I still looked weak.Ā I screamed in front of the mirror, practically roared in front of it, and flexing in front of it as I roared.Ā I was going to bust right out of this scrawny frame.Ā I was going to hulk up, one way or another.Ā I didnāt care how much lifting I had to do.
I went tot the sporting goods store that day and bought a doorframe pull-up bar, a workout bench, and some dumbbells.Ā Dumbbells, I thought, how appropriate.Ā Iāll show them whoās dumb.
My hypnotist kept me on track, told me what to watch on tv, what to cook, what to eat, all sorts of tips until I was on track.Ā I feared nothing more than relapsing into the guy I used to be.
I worked out almost every day at first, no matter how sore it made me.
I kept flexing and raging at the mirror.Ā And before long, I was popping wood over how I was noticing an actual difference.Ā I was starting to put on muscle.Ā I was starting to get this body to match its new personality.
I canāt even tell you how good that felt, to know I was building the body I was supposed to be in.Ā To know that I was becoming myself.
Iāve really hulked out since then, totally jocked myself out.Ā The scrawny guy I used to be just packed on more and more muscle until I looked like the guy I actually am now.
I feel great all the time now. Ā Now I donāt even need hypnosis at all, because what would be the point?Ā This is the dude I am.Ā But I still love talking to my ātist every now and again.Ā He gives me tips I can use on some of the guys I have over, but itās hard to really focus on that.Ā Iām not a hypnotist and that stuff seems kinda weird to me.Ā Itās like something I did in the past.
Iām more into sports and working out and all that.Ā I guess I love listening to anything that will enhance me and give me extra energy or motivation.Ā But me and my hypnotist have kinda drifted apart.Ā He got upset at me for a while about it.Ā I was like,Ā āHey man, Iām not into that weird online hypnosis stuff.Ā Itās just kinda too out there and dorky for me, in a way, and I donāt really see the point.Ā What would I want to be hypnotised for?Ā Iām happy with my life and all that.Ā Youāve gotta understand.Ā I gotta go. The gameās on and Iām having a friend over tonight.ā
I used to be so jealous of guys who looked like I do now, but I just had to work for it I guess.Ā I mean, itās hard to even remember, but I do remember Iām never going back to the place I was at in my head before this.
These days Iāve got way more energy, my hormones pump harder, and Iāve got a higher sex drive.Ā I know I look a lot better, thatās for sure.
Iāve gotten damn good in bed compared to how I used to just lay there and snuggle up to guys.Ā Now I like to watch the game with them for hours before I even think about fooling around with them.Ā I like a guy whoās into guy stuff.
Other than that, Iām into arm wrestling and grappling with guys a bit, maybe having some beers, wrestling them down to the floor and seeing if I can pin them down.Ā Football, baseball, wrestling, Iāve got a few different interests.Ā Sometimes hockeyās cool, too.
Dudes love this tight muscle bod of mine so Iām always staying fit and making sure other guys are up to my standards, too.Ā I like to keep a goatee and some scruff on my face because guys love it when it brushes up against their cocks, especially as Iām taking one in my mouth.Ā
Always looking to get other guys more motivated and into physical fitness too, but a lot of times I lack the patience for that.Ā I donāt want to train all these losers myself, especially when Iām living life, and I just donāt have the patience to take them to where they should be at themselves already if only they had the self-discipline and motivation to get there.
I sent one weird guy I knew to that hypnotist guy online, the other weirdo that I used to be sort friends with.Ā Figured maybe it would get him off my back for good, but of course, itās my life so just ignoring himās the best way to get him off it, thatās for sure.Ā Thatās probably the last time Iāll do that.Ā Guys donāt need hypnosis if they want to work out.Ā They need a personal trainer, and Iāve met some of those recently and would rather refer folks to them.Ā Donāt really need any weirdos in my life, period.
Had a hot hookup last night, just me and a bro who came over watching the football game, talking sports, and he was legit, knew everything and really was passionate about the game just like I am.Ā Ended up wrestling him down and pumping my cock in and out of his mouth as he lay on his back on the floor, and that was hot, to bust a nut all over his face as he stuck his tongue out and let me coat him in it.Ā That guy wanted me bad.Ā But they all do now, and thereās no shortage of hot guys out there for me to have fun with.
That guy, I want to have some more fun with him, maybe work out together, really spend some time in front of the mirror flexing and feeling up each otherās bods, just getting off on how sexy we look together.Ā Thatād get me off big time.
Plus I wouldnāt mind repeating last night.Ā Fuck is that ever hot, cumming in a guyās mouth when heās looking up at you or beating off and soaking his face with cum.Ā He loved it, too, so Iām sure heās down for a repeat session.