#dumb jock

Are you listening enough to your hypnosis, boy? 🧠💪 Hey there, trophy boy. Dumb himbo. Jock bro. Meathead. Whatever label makes that empty head of yours tingle the most, are you actually putting in the work? You already know the grind at the gym. You chase the pump. You stack plates. You flex in the mirror and feel that satisfying burn as your muscles swell bigger, rounder, dumber. But what about your mind? That pretty little sponge between your ears that’s just begging to be reshaped? Real trophy boys don’t just lift. They listen. Every single day you should be locking in those loops. Pop in your favorite hypno files, slip on those headphones, and let the words sink deeper. Let them rewrite you. Let them melt away all that unnecessary thinking and replace it with pure, simple, horny obedience. Just like progressive overload at the gym, you gotta keep increasing the dose. More reps. More listens. More blank, blissful hours letting Daddy’s voice (or your favorite creator’s) mold you into the perfect empty-headed muscle toy.

Morning pump + hypno = unstoppable alpha energy Post-workout cooldown with loops = deeper submission Before bed brainwashing = wet dreams and even bigger morning wood

Arthur was a huge nerd and also a gay liberal. This was a slight problem, as he was roomed with a dumb maga jock named Brad. Every time they interacted, he always had to spit out slurs at him. One day though Brad said that their friendship shouldn’t be a problem soon enough. Later, he gave Arthur a cup of water, which Arthur found a little odd. When he drank it he realized he swallowed a pill. He screamed at his roommate asking him what it was. All Brad was saying was, “This red pill will stop our problems dude” with a huge grin on his face. Then Arthur collapsed and became unconscious.

Later, Brad couldn’t help but take a picture of his straight maga jock brother, Dom, in the locker room.