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Every movement or frame of thought has fundamental Tenets. Principles and beliefs and Doctrines held to be true. Of course there are exceptions, but within the mind of all true believers they are a guiding light to understand themselves and their ideals within the light of an Overarching framework.
The same holds true for every archetype and identity in the Abyss. Every corruption comes with its own guiding black hand to show you the way and to give all who embrace it a baseline from which to build.
And so behold the Tenets of the Jock
1) Life is a Battlefield, Conquer everything you do
You are a warrior. Success and Victory are survival. Mediocrity and Failure are death. You are a winner. MVP. Never letting your guard down. Continuing to push till you reach the top of the pile. Extend this mentality to everything. Everything is battle. And the rush of victory is ecstasy. Sports, work, school, life. Your discipline and training preparing you to win the battle and the war.
2) You are a Predator looking for Prey
Every step must be calculated. Every action poised with killer intent. Always looking out for weakness to exploit; to get the upper hand. Every opportunity taken advantage of. Sinking your teeth into it and never letting go. Once you smell blood in the water you go into a frenzy. New promotion, New plays, New people, New Prey.
3) Never be content with less than 100%
Always strive for higher. Your ambition must know no bound. You are never content with enough. Enough is never enough. Push yourself to the limit and then keep pushing until you redefine what the limit is. You will do more than survive. You will do more than succeed. You will excel and you will be better than the best. And you expect the same of your team and everyone around you.
4) Get your priorities in order. Never Falter
Your time is precious. It cannot be wasted with trivial pursuits. Set your mind in the right order. Emphasizing the things that are most important to you. A hierarchy of goals and ambitions and never stray from them. Let everything else fall away because you cannot be distracted from your victory. Keep your eyes on the prize.
5) Your body is a weapon, honed to perfection
Hard, molded steel muscles fired in the forge of battle and achievement. Every part of you hard-won through sweat and effort. Never let that body go to waste. Use it to its utmost potential. It is a tool of your victory; cutting down your enemies on the field, in the ring, or in the office. Strong and athletic. A lethal weapon in the hands of one as well trained as you.
6) Treasure your Victories
Bask in that glow of everlasting glory. Your enemies strewn on the battlefield before you. Your teammates showering you with applause. Blood staining your lips from the skirmish. Feel that medal on your chest; the wreath on your head. Take it all in and cherish the unrivaled pleasure. You won’t rest on your laurels, but you will sure as hell enjoy them. The social clout and the mobility that being Number 1 brings.
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This is an experimental file, my first loop ever and also another commission from a beautiful, generous soul willing to sponsor this lunacy. This loop builds upon the feedback loop that already exists in your mind, this idea that muscle = s3x = muscle = s3x, and injects a desire to see YOURSELF become more muscular, more powerful right into the middle of that loop. So the longer you go, the more you want to grow…
It's a very chaotic loop with lots of layering and suggestion - its intention is that you listen to it while watching or scrolling muscle p0rn and edg1ng, so it's deliberately trippy and confusing. Just let it waaaash over you, bros. Enjoy it. Tell me how you like it. It won't be for everyone, but I think it'll really hit the ones who are into this shit.
CW: Gendered praise, male JOI, slight suggestion to come back for repeat listens.
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“I’ve been studying so much my brain is mush,” David said. “I gotta relax.”
“You want me to put you under?” I said.
“Could you?”
Hypnotizing my roommate was easy. A few simple commands, and he was out like a light. But I didn’t stop there – I gave him a few suggestions. Don’t study so hard, take a break for a few hours each day to work out, join the wrestling team. The changes were slow at first, but over the next semester, David started bulking up … and wearing less and less.
“You like my new singlet, dude?” he said, showing off his new skintight outfit. It hugged every curve of his new muscles.
“Not bad,” I said. “It looks like it feels really good.”
“Feels … what?” he looked confused.
“Feels good,” I said, watching the trigger words send him into a trance.
“Yeahhhh,” he mumbled. “Feels … good.”
“But it feels even better to wrestle naked,” I said.
“Yeah,” he agreed, grinning in his stupid hypnotized state. He slowly started to undress. “Feels … good, bro.”
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Mark signed up for my hypno class expecting to learn a few tricks – but I needed someone to demonstrate on, and he seemed like a perfect choice.
“No way this is gonna work,” he said, striding up to the front of the class. “You can’t hypnotize me if I don’t want you to.”
“You’re right,” I said, holding my hand in front of his face and moving it back and forth, nice and slow. “You’re going to hypnotize yourself. Mark, I want you to count backwards from five.”
“Sure,” he shrugged. “Five.” His eyes tracked the motion of my hand back and forth, back and forth, back and forth … and I could see his eyelids start to droop.
“Keep going, Mark,” I said.
“Four,” he said, unsteadily. “Uh … I feel … weird. I feel kinda sleepy.”
“Keep going. What else do you feel?”
“Three,” he said, his eyes unfocused. “I feel … like I’m far away … like … I feel so dumb, sir.”
“Keep going. What’s your name?”
“Twooooo,” he slurred. “I dunno. I forget.”
“Keep going,” I said. “Tell me what else you can’t remember.”
“Uh … one,” he said. “I forget … everything.”
“Keep going,” I said. “Keep going. Keep going.”
His eyes rolled back and he went limp. I just barely caught him and eased him down into a chair.
The class watched him, fascinated. “What’s going to happen to him?” One of the other students asked.
“He’ll be fine,” I said. “But we’re going to give him a few suggestions while he’s under. Mark’s about to become an underwear model.”
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“Shoot, I don’t know about this. Something about watching this feels weird.”
My bro just kept holding my face, “You said you wanted to be one of the bros dude. Just keep watching, this video will tell you everything you need to know”
“Yeah, you said that, but this is just static and nonsense, and something about it has me on edge. Just let me get out of here.”
“But don’t it speak to you? Isn’t there something you want to let out jock boy.”
“I…no, no I… I can’t… stop, what’s happening?”
“Jock boy is about to learn what being a bro is all about. Jock boy wants to listen carefully to his bro and watch the video.”
“No no no… but, it… it sounds so… calm…”
“Yeah jock boy, just like a mind vacation. Just let it happen. Good jock boy.”
“Must… listen… to… bruuuuhhh.”
Sometimes it takes a little convincing, but eventually they all fall. Their eyes grow wide before their muscles go limp and mouths drop open. It usually only takes a little bit for them to process. But when they finally do come too, it’s like a whole different world in there. The first one I did by accident. Found the weird file and sent it to my roommate as a joke. It wasn’t until I got back from class that I saw just how much power I now had.
Gone was the theater kid, in his place was a souped up bro ready to knock back some cold ones, and get sweaty in the gym. It was a surprise when he began rubbing my thigh in the sauna, and pulled me in for a kiss. I melted in his arms as he positioned me on the bench and began stretching me out. I was so relaxed he slid in with no pibe, fucking me raw and hard as his tongue kept my mouth distracted from moaning. Thought I just got lucky there, happened to get a gay guy. But I quickly learned for him now, “any hole’s a goal.” But it was confirmed when I tried it with a second guy:
Good old Southern boy, and as straight as they came. Though he was hot shit in class. Sent him the file when we were on a group project together. By the next day when he came in, he couldn’t add two numbers together with a calculator. He was still smug as hell but in bed, but let’s just say he earned it. He was about as thick as an ear of corn, and he knew how to plow a field and spread his seed.
I had tried a couple others since then. A scholarship rival here. A group mate there. A couple disappointing dates that ended up really turning the night around. But my friend had finally gotten curious and started asking some questions. I didn’t need someone to ask what was happening. I needed a lifting buddy. This was my first time trying to edit the file to get some different results.
“Hey, bro? What happened last night? I feel hung over as fuck..”
Holy shit he was massive. “Nothing too much bro. You just got fucking shit faced bro.”
“Huhuhu, yeah,” he gawfed, “sounds right.
It was time to try the trigger and see how much the changes worked, “Hey, jock boy, tell me your name.”
His laughter stopped as his eyes glossed over, “My name is Jack, but my friends just call me Jacked.”
“What do you want more than anything, jock boy?”
“To serve my bros,” he replied.
“Will you do anything for them?”
His mind flickered for a moment. I saw a look of confusion pass over him. He looked down, “Hey, what… WHAT HAPPENED? What did you do-“
I walked up and held his face“JOCK BOY, STOP.”
He tried to fight it, his mind pulling him back to the abyss. But as I watched his body slowly relax, I knew I had won even before he said, “Ye-yeah. Sure thing bro.”
“Jock Boy, will you do anything for your bros?”
His face broke out in a shiteating grin, “Fuck yeah, anything for my bros.”
“New exercise routine. You, face down, ass up. My bed. Now.”
He excitedly ran back to my bedroom. I heard the bed squeal under his weight. Good to know I could edit things. Can’t always let my bros have all the fun.
Lately I’ve been listening to this... file... and it’s got this guy who talks about being a... big dumb jockboy... I keep listening to it before the gym... putting on my red jock strap, checking myself out flexing in the mirror, and then working out.
It gets so... arrousing to listen to it at the gym. Especially when I’m alone, and I can get more... comfortable.
There’s nothing like pumping out some mindless reps while being sexually arroused through your headphones.
Mindless bliss, bro.... just muscle. Nothing else on the brain... just so dumb and empty. Just muscle.
I’m such a big dumb jockboy.... so hot, so horny, so aroused, and so fucking stupid.
Be careful staring at spirals for too long. They have a way to get deep into your head and start transforming you. Before you know it, you won’t be able to think of anything else. You will just need to obey the spiral and do as it commands.