#jock hypnosis

Like every Tuesday, Ashton drove himself to the gym. Tuesdays were leg day as part of his 5 day a week program to get back into shape. He had started a week ago and was determined to make a habit out of it. The gym Ashton had been coming to was a ghost town most days. Not many people seemed to frequent it aside from the few guys he’d see come in and out of the locker room.

Ashton was setting up his workout playlist and minding his own business. Pre workout still taking its time working. He took off his hat as he finished his playlist and was about to begin

Ashton hadn’t noticed one of the men he had seen a few times this week had been watching him from afar. The man kept to himself mostly from what he had seen so he payed him no mind. The man walked behind Ashton and for a few seconds admired him. Watched as he sat staring ahead not a care in the world. The man grabbed a visor from his bag and with quick precision placed it over Ashton’s face.

The visor sprung to life. Ashton had no time to react as the swirling spiral glowed brightly into his eyes. Confusion began to set in as the man spoke calmly into his ear.

“You can’t resist this. You will become nothing more than a dumb himbo slave. Isn’t that right?”

Ashton couldn’t think for himself. He slurred something that almost sounded like -help- but the man only spoke more to him

“You want this. You want to join my slaves and obey me. You CRAVE it.

Ashton had nothing more to fight with. His head swaying ever so slightly. Arms limp at his sides. He agreed. He belonged to this man. He was ordered to flex his arms for his new master. Ashton obliged immediately.

with his results, the man felt immense pleasure knowing Ashton he under his complete control. He rubbed his crotch against Ashton’s ass. Ashton moaned with pleasure. The man ordered him to strip his shirt.

Ashton peeled his shirt from his body and tossed it to the floor. He stood motionless as his master came up from behind and teased Ashton’s nipples. He kissed Ashton’s neck and moved his hands down to Ashton’s now erect cock. Ashton could do nothing but moan and whimper. There was no going back now. Ashton belonged to this man.

The man began to take off the visor from Ashton’s face. The mind control had taken permanent hold. The visor was no longer needed. Ashton’s eyes glowed a faint green glow.

The man took Ashton back to the locker room where two other men stood motionlessly. Same green eyes as the newest slave. The man grabbed the waistline of Ashton’s pants and pulled him toward himself. He passionately locked lips with his slave and allowed Ashton to taste another man’s mouth for the first time. He ordered Ashton onto his knees and he obeyed. The man sprung his 7 inch cock from his shorts and ordered Ashton to suck. Not only to suck but to enjoy it. He happily took the cock into his mouth and began to suck. As if he had done this all his life. This WAS his life now. His master blew a load of cum down Ashton’s throat and stared down at his new slave. “You are such a good boy” he said. “You have talent. Pity it took you so long to join me”. Ashton stared ahead happy to have pleased his master.

A month had gone by since Ashton’s new life had begun and his workouts became more frequent. As did his sessions pleasing his master. Using his mouth and ass to service whenever required. Ashton had his ears and nipples pierced to add more sensitivity to his body during sessions.

He was happy to serve alongside his fellow slaves. Always hoping for other attractive men to begin coming to the gym. Master must show them the way too.

my my, what a wish you have, to be honest I know how you feel, I've felt the same too.

You where walking to school one day to discover a shirt on the floor that caught you attention. A red and black jersey for the schools blazers, apon picking it up , you discover it was no ordinary fabric. It was shiny, and soft, it was latex

The smell that came from it was pungent, sweaty, masculine. You couldn't help but feel it was messing with your head, and your dick,. You had always fantasized about being a strong masculine football jock.. yet you were gay, and a wimp , so tragic you thought of yourself .

You decided to go to coaches office to return the jersey. Coach was a mystery man, he pumped out the best of the best player, almost scarily so, other than that nothing much is known about him.

When you open the door to his office, you are greeted by walls adorned by posters, cupboards lined with trophies and baskets or kits and gear, and into he centre was his desk, the muscular man lounging on his seet. The room also had a a intoxicating mix of smells similar if not more potent than the jersey, you almost couldn't breathe, it gave you a head ache

"hey kid.. what bring you here? Coach asked you in his deep voice

You speek softly

"I found this jersey on the floor outside, I thought to return it to you"

You would struggle with those words, as you kinda just stood there from there on

Coach smiled mischievously "my my. What a good boy you are.. please. Keep the Jersey.. is it not yours after all?"

He would go around his desk , pulling up your shirt with his arm and teasing your nipples, you make a small moan as he does so . He whispers into your ear

"such a good boy... you like that ?... Go strip .put on your jersey" he says with authority

You pull off your shirt , jeans and shoes and discard them, putting on the rubber jersey, it hangs off your body leaving nothing to be desired, but it doesn't kill coaches lust

Coach squeezes you body, teasing your rock hard leaking dick , your eyes glossed over , looking at the hidden spiral in one of the posters behind the desk , you started to drool , your mind melting

"such a good boy you are... just like a jock.. your a jock... remember? "

"i.. jock." You mutter as your mind rewrites it's self..to only football

At the same time, anywhere coach touches your body expands , he licks you, squeezes you, pinches you, licks up the shaft of you dick tasting your sweet precum. , your body expands, the jersey being filling out with muscles.. coach loving your 6 pack abs..

Your smell enticing him even more as you started to sweat. And stink. Masculine and raw, sweaty, earthy, a football jock..

"such a goot jock... .. i can't contain myself..."

Coach lets his dick free, leaking you over his desk and thrusting his dick straight into your ass

You chant in pleasure, overwhelming pleasure and obedience" jock.. I am.. a jock... football.. must obey coach.. jock.. obey coach... football.. obey coach.. obedience.. obey coach... Pleasure.. obey coach.. jock... Jock.. obey .. cum.. obey . .. cum cum cum.."

Your mind rewrites to into football. Obedience it pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.. you where a football jock from childhood... Obeying coach...being a bro.. obeying coach... Cumming.. obeying coach..

Coach roars at your chanting" YES YES. SUCH A GOOD JOCK BOY"

From your jersey comes black... Your body from your rist, half up your neck to your feet , a black runner body suite. Enhancing your muscles.. you can take it off if coach ordered it, but what good jock would take of their under armour?

Then knee high socks, rubber cleats, a rubber jock strap and shorts pool at your feet

Your face and hair remain mostly unchanged, except a cleaning up your messy hair

Coach pleased .. thrusts harder and faster

"must obey coach.. much cum.. obey .. cum.. obey.."you say

"YES , GOOD JOCK.. NOW BE A GOOD JOCK AND CUM !"

he would shout as he rockets load after laid of cum into your ass, absorbing into you.. you too shot out your former self .. the only thing to really remain is your still gay.

Coach would clean him self up, as you turn around "it is a jock.. it obeys .. what are your orders coach" you stand there mindless, your cock still leaking and throbbing, your mouth drooling.

Coach would smirk and hand you another leather jersey, "out this outside when you head home" the order and intention acknowledged

"yes coach.. I will "

Coach gets up and ruffles up your hair

"go back to the locker room boy. Your team will help you out" refering to his cock that's not ready to be finished in the slightest

You nod as you head over to the locker room, you where a football jock.. always.. a football jock..

"make me proud kid " coach says, it seems you remind him of the son he never had

Tehe.

Hope you enjoy your self now 😁

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.