

Yet soon the lustful pleasure again overwhelmed him as he continued to further stroke to the programming. As the programming removed his inhibitions, his clothes further slipped off until he was completely naked in the vehicle.
Hypnotic language is used in the below.
Continue to strip those clothes off as you strip away any remaining resistance you have to becoming that simple himbo that loves to have fun. There’s no need to overthink things when you think with your dick, because your dick simply thinks about what makes it so very hard. You can feel it pulsing at the thought of becoming more of a himbo and it throbs as you imagine all the various scenarios you will get to enjoy as you become that complete and total himbo. You may still be very intelligent when it comes to work or things like that, but when it’s time to relax, you find it so easy to put those thoughts that you simply do not need away.
Warning: Triggering hypnotic language is used within.
Let go of all those smarts that simply get in the way. Strip away that unnecessary knowledge. Strip away that intelligence. Feel it all draining down, down, down. Left only with that basic knowledge needed to survive.
Let go of all those inhibitions that simply get in the way. Strip away those insecurities. Strip away those fears. You simply do not need them, so let them disappear from that mind right now. Left simply with those base instincts driving you.
Let go of any lingering resistance. Simply unable to resist the pleasure of relaxation. Simply unable to resist transforming into the dimwitted himbo jock you have longed to be. It’s all so very simple as you become that very basic himbo only worried about his basic desires and urges.
Let go further with every piece of apparel you strip off. Stripping down to nothing on that body. Stripping down to nothing in that mind. Stripping down, down, down to the basics of being simple.
“There’ll be other folks there too, right? This ain’t just some excuse to try and get me to suck your cock or somethin’, is it?” My hypnosis had helped him to accept my sexuality when I told him, but obviously he still had a ways to go at that point. “Nah man, there’ll be a few of us,” I lied. “Just drinkin’ beer and watchin’ pigskin like bros do.” When he arrived, I said that the one that was picking up the others had gotten a flat on his way, but they’d arrive soon.
Each week, I took things just a bit further – things like convincing him it was hot so let’s watch the game with our shirts off, progressing until being nude around each other seemed perfectly normal to him. I suggested that when we did watch the bits of the real game, he focused on how amazing those athletes looked with all that muscle and under all that gear. But most of all, as had been my plan all along, I slowly started to instill inside of him a desire to suck cock. Now, unaware of how programmed he already was, he had asked – seemingly of his own free will, as far he was concerned – to use my shower. A shower where I knew he would see the dildo I had left out. “Dude, what the hell is this?”