Reblog If You Think Its Just As Bad If A Woman Rapes/assaults A Man Too

Reblog if you think its just as bad if a woman rapes/assaults a man too

Tryna prove a point to my mom

Trunchbull: Glad I was never a child.

why do little kids always tantrum scream like they’re reenacting jurassic park

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Smug as a Thug

So, this all started one day after my shirt got torn at school. I had to go to the lost and found to make it through the rest of the day, but all they had was this wife beater, see.

The thing was old and white, the traditional stereotype you usually find for this kind of wear. It showed off my arms, and I was uncomfortable with that, because, well, you know, I didn’t used to look like this, now did I?

But no need to worry. You could say I grew to like it.

I turned it into a night shirt.

And that’s when the weird stuff started happening.

I’d always wake up all sweaty in the morning. And when I had to eat, boy did I eat. I mean, I was like a living garbage disposal! Of course, I understand why now. I mean, look at this mug. Look at this bod.

I’m a ladykiller, and I like it that way.

...

That felt so good to say. I ... I, uh ... fuck....

Damn, my voice just dropped.

It’s the shirt, see. It’s ... well, it’s gotta be. It’s changing me. But ... damn, do I like these changes. Been growin’ hair up the wazoo with these muscles. Gotta show those ladies how much of a MAN I am.

Mmmm... Yeah.

A big, burly man.

A MAN’S man.

Mmph ... been recording myself at night to find out what’s goin’ on. Turns out I’m working out in my sleep. Never heard of that before. Didn’t even think it was possible, but there it is.

And ... I look at myself in the footage and I can’t help it. I ... I need more.

I need to show off.

I need to prepare.

To prepare for....

Something.....

I, uh ... I got this necklace the other day. Thought it’d fit with the whole aesthetic of the gear, y’nkow?

Makes me look like a fuckin’ douche, but ... I like looking like a douche. I want to show off now. It’s ... It’s like I’ve been programmed to do it, if that makes sense.

Like this shirt is driving me.

Ain’t that a funny thought? Clothes making a person.

Huhuh.

Funny.

Anyway, I gotta go after I take this pic. I got class.

Well, yeah, of course I dropped out of high school. I’m talking the School of Hard Knocks.

Da boss is expectin’ me. Says I’m makin’ real progress as a guido. Don’t gotta think as a guido. Just gotta pump up and be ready to fight.

I can’t help but grin at the thought now. Boss helped me see how fun it is to flex and intimidate.

Personally, I prefer makin’ more ... intimate contact. Gets the message across a lot faster, know what I’m sayin’? There’s nothing quite like a little ... networking to grease the gears on business.

He said I could bring a friend.

Wanna come?

You just have to wear this here uniform....

This is the audio version of my previous hypnosis script sand induction. It is designed to put the listener into trance and implant a trigger for future use in other files that I intend to create. This is a binaural track, so headphones are advised. Please let me know what you all think. As usual, my rules apply. Minors, please don’t listen to this. Your minds are still developing, and I don’t want to risk implanting anything that doesn’t belong there or should grow naturally. Adults, don’t operate heavy machinery or drive while listening to this. It is designed to help put you into a trance state. So, make sure you’re relaxed and secure when you listen. Thanks, and please tell me what you all think. Thank you! ~Omni

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Chrome (A Patreon Preview)

I've always had a sort of obsession, I guess you could say. Aesthetics are a big deal to a lot of men, and I'm no different. For me, the thing that draws me most, what always drew me, was bikers. Thugs, studs, meatheads, gangsters. Whatever the aesthetic niche, I was drawn to it. There's just something special, almost hypnotic, about the purr of an engine, the roar of the exhaust. When I see someone pop a wheelie, a thrill of pleasure runs through me. And the same thought echoes in my head.

I want to be that guy.

To not have to worry what others think. To just enjoy the rumble of the engine and let that strength, that sheer masculine horsepower, flow into me as the cologne of oil and exhaust seeps into my clothes in a fog that makes men wish they could be like me. I want to belong to the bike as much as it belongs to me, to rumble down the streets, have everyone looking at us and say, Now there's a biker.

There's a biker....

A biker that wouldn't care about what others thought. A biker that would have such a close relationship with his machine that seeing the two apart for any period of time just seems wrong. A biker who is as much a machine as he is a man. Strong. Virile. Ready to rev and just go.

To trawl through the streets and let everyone know, I am here. And like a siren song, let our purring engine and exhaust seep into the neighborhoods, into the residents, into every nook and cranny as evidence that we were there. And then let that song call who it may.

And like Odysseus at the mast, they will be torn between their lives and our call. They will struggle. They will break. And then, when they finally escape to pursue, because they won't have the crew Odysseus had, they will be so desperate, so broken down, so enthralled that they will join their new partner willingly. They'll chop through a sea of blacktop with their new partners. They'll leave their old lives behind. They'll sail on their monstrous machines.

And those machines will welcome them, encourage them, until they are fit to trawl those dangerous seas with me.

And they will be.

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Locker Jocker

You see those doors? Yeah, I’m talking about the lockers. I’m not stupid, bro. Just ... different. I used to be like you. Nosy, smart, self-centered. Well, I still am that last one.

Huhuh. Yeah, bro. I’m cocky. What’d you expect? Got a lot to be cocky about with a bod like this. You think I’m juicin’, right? No way I could get this way on my own. Tryin’ to find evidence.

See, bro, I used to be like you. I used to hate big guys like me. And I get it. Really, I do. I’m a cocky fucker who loves to show off and teach people just how ALPHA I really am. But at least I know what I am. I admit it. And no matter how much people like you try to shame me for it, I love being a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD. There’s nothing wrong with being a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD. This place, ... well, it’s where I was reborn.

It’s where I became a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD.

And bro, I’m never going back.

So, how’d I do it? Well, I figure I’ll show you. Off the record. Trust me, bro, you won’t even know how to put it on the record after I’m done showing you.

Huhuh.

Nobody’d believe it.

*SLAM*

That’s locker one. Don’t worry, bro. I’m not gonna hurt you. That’s not what I do. Nah. Just gonna show you my side of things, you know?

*SLAM*

S’funny, really. You know the old trope, right? Jock bully locks a poor flimsy nerd in a locker....

*SLAM*

And the nerd just gets--

*SLAM*

--Locked away. Huhuhuhuh....

See, bro, BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEADS like me don’t hurt their bros.

*SLAM*

We help our bros grow.

*SLAM*

Not gonna hurt you, bro. Just gonna make you feel a little more comfortable. Go on. Unbutton that shirt of yours. Better yet, tear it open. It’s more fun to show off. Trust me. All you gotta do is stretch just a little bit. A small stretch and a tiny FLEX.

And suddenly,

*SLAM*

POP goes the button.

Huhuhuhuhuhuh. And that’s not the only thing to pop, bro.

*SLAM*

S’like a chain reaction, a reflex, bro. Can’t fight it, bro. Like a jumpscare, y’know? It just happens, and suddenly your whole torso just tenses and flexes. Your chest just gets so tight. And before you know it, your pecs are just bouncing back and forth, bro.

*SLAM*

Back and forth.

*SLAM*

Back and forth.

*SLAM*

Pop. Pop. POP!

*SLAM*

Huhuhuhuh. And it feels so good, bro. Like a firework going off in your brain. Or ... maybe from your brain. Idunno, man. I’m just a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD.

All I know is--

*SLAM*

--It feels good to flex, bro.

And the more the muscle POPS the harder it is to stop.

*SLAM*

To stop flexing.

*SLAM*

To stop enjoying the moment. Because, bro, working out your body feels so awesome.

And all that fear and anxiety, that worry about what others think, what you think. It just gets...

*SLAM*

Locked away, bro.

Huhuh. Just ... shoved into a locker.

*SLAM*

And forgotten.

*SLAM*

Actually, no. I didn’t forget about it, bro.

*SLAM*

I abandoned it.

You know why? Because it feels so fuckin good to just GROW INTO A BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD, BRO.

*SLAM*

Flexing.

*SLAM*

Lifting weights.

*SLAM*

Just ... not thinking for a while.

*SLAM*

Bro, it’s the most incredible feeling in the world. Just like ... like the brain gets tied to the muscle and it’s not just about flexing. It’s like ... like every time you grow bigger and stronger, your muscle, your meat, rewards you.

Symbiotic relationship, bro, you know? I put my focus into my muscles. And because I put my focus into my muscles, they reward me with pleasure.

*SLAM*

Pleasure to not think, bro.

*SLAM*

Pleasure to just be a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD.

And not even care what others think about it.

To just ... be you.

Confident. Cocky. Carefree.

*SLAM*

And you know why we can do that? Why we BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEADS can just not care about what others think or judge?

*SLAM*

Because BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEADS don’t care. We just shove it into a locker, just like I said before.

*SLAM*

Scared of bein’ dumb?

Shove it in the locker.

*SLAM*

Worried about what others will say?

Shove it in the locker.

*SLAM*

Bored of your reps?

Shove it in the locker.

*SLAM*

Outgrowing your clothes?

Shove ‘em in the locker.

*SLAM*

You can borrow some of mine, bro. I always carry spares.

*SLAM*

You wanna join me on the gym, bro?

Huhuh. Yeah, bro. You look good in a tank top. Shows off your muscles.

*SLAM*

Come on, bro. Smile for the camera. BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEADS love to show off.

That’s it, bro. One more locker to go.

You wanna do the honors?

...

...

...

*SLAM!*

Good choice, MUSCLEHEAD. Huhuh. Let’s pump you up, bro.

You wanna get pumped, right, bro?

...

You know why, bro?

...

Cause you’re a BIG DUMB MUSCLEHEAD, just like me bro.

C’mon. Say it, bro.

Just like me, bro.

Say it now.

I KNOW YOU WANT TO....