
Johnny has long since stopped consciously hearing the whispering. Long since forgotten all about it. He only knows that when he wears the helmet, he feels like his brain is insulated from the outside world. Protected. His helmet cradles his brain like it does his skull, and he has never felt so relaxed and safe as when he wears it. Warm, insulated, completely worry-free.
He wears it every minute he’s alone, and of course every time he jerks off. He’s been jerking off a lot lately.
He’s starting to resent having to take it off to go out in the world, but he’s well aware of how people would react to it. Bought a home bench and weight set, though, so at least he can do his works at home instead of the gym. He’s been working out a lot lately, too.
It would be SO GREAT to be able to wear his helmet all the time. And lately, though he still can’t imagine how he could make that work, he has started to notice a belief growing, in the back of his mind, that somehow there might be a way after all. Maybe it will come to him.












