#Gay hypnosis

[mehtallee]

Pumping Dumb

Troy wasn’t exactly the sharpest guy when we first met, but back then, at least he could form full sentences. He was my college roommate—a six-foot-four, gym-obsessed wall of muscle who somehow balanced his protein-shake-fueled lifestyle with being a student. Well, tried to, anyway. It didn’t take long before he started asking me for “help.”

“Bro, I need to get bigger,” he had groaned one night, staring at himself in our dorm mirror, flexing his arms. “But, like, I dunno, bro… I feel like I ain’t doing enough, y’know?”

I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my chair, hiding my smirk. Oh, I know. I had been waiting for this moment.

“You need a system, Troy,” I said. “Someone to guide you. Someone�� smart.”

His eyes lit up. “Like you, bro?”

I nodded. “Exactly like me.”

And just like that, I had him.

The plan was subtle at first. I started with supplements—my own special mix, designed to boost his energy, accelerate his gains, and, well… gently suppress his higher thinking. The changes crept in slowly, so Troy never noticed. But I did.

He stopped questioning things. If I told him to do something, he’d do it—no hesitation.

“Drink this.”

“Okay, bro.”

“Do one more set.”

“Hell yeah, bro.”

“Skip that lecture. You don’t need it.”

“Yeah, bro, waste of time.”

Each day, he lifted heavier weights while his thoughts got lighter. His sentences got shorter. His vocabulary shrank. But he felt great, and that’s all that mattered to him.

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At first, I had to be careful. There were still traces of thought left in that thick skull of his. I learned that the hard way when I got too bold too soon.

One day, while he was sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone, I took the opportunity to get a little… hands-on.

“Damn, Troy,” I murmured, moving closer. “You’ve really packed on some size.”

He smirked, flexing his arm. “Hell yeah, bro. Feels tight.”

I reached out, letting my fingers graze over his biceps, testing their firmness. Perfect.

But then—

“Uh, dude?” His expression shifted, uncomfortable. He pulled his arm away. “Kinda weird, man. Like, chill.”

I forced a laugh, raising my hands. “Hey, just admiring the work, dude.”

He gave me a wary look, then shrugged it off, going back to his phone. But I made a mental note. Too soon. There was still something in him that resisted. I’d have to fix that.

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By the time we hit week three, Troy was skipping every single class. His idea, of course—or so he thought.

“Dude,” I said one morning, watching him struggle to put on a tank top that barely fit his swelling torso. “College isn’t really for guys like you, y’know?”

He frowned, his thick brows scrunching. “Huh?”

“I mean, look at you, Troy. You were born to lift, to grow. You really think wasting time in lectures is gonna help you get swole?”

His lips moved slightly, like he was trying to process what I’d said, but I could see the gears in his head turning slower than before.

“Uh… yeah, bro,” he finally said, nodding. “Yeah! You right! I gotta, like… focus, bro. Just—just LIFT. Get BIG.”

I grinned. “Exactly.”

And just like that, Troy stopped attending College entirely.

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By week five, he had completely surrendered his decision-making to me without realizing it. He thought he was in control.

“Bro, should I eat this?”

“What do you think, Troy?”

His blank stare lasted a second too long. Then: “Uh… I think… I dunno, bro. You think for me.”

“I do, don’t I?”

He nodded, beaming, completely unaware of how empty his own head had become. I had done it. Troy wasn’t just dumb anymore. He was mine.

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6 months has passed since then, and now? Now I could touch him as much as I wanted.

“Hey, Troy,” I murmured, running my fingers along his thick arm. “You cool with this?”

Troy blinked, his dopey grin unwavering. “Huh? Uh… yeah, bro. I don’t mind.”

I squeezed his bicep, watching the way his muscle flexed under my grip. Perfection. “Why’s that?”

He tilted his head, slow to process. “’Cause… uh… I’m just… muscle, bro.”

I smirked. “That’s right. You’re just muscle. Just a big, strong body. No need to think, right?”

Troy’s lips parted slightly. “Yeah, bro. Just… body.”

I ran a hand down his chest, pressing into his pecs, feeling their firm weight. No resistance. Nothing but dumb compliance. My fingers brushed under his arm, grazing the warm, musky skin of his armpit. The scent hit me instantly—strong, masculine, overpowering.

“Man, you really are just a muscle,” I murmured, inhaling deeply. “Crazy, right? You used to think this was weird.”

Troy’s slack expression didn’t change. “Huh? Uh… nah, bro. Ain’t weird.”

I chuckled. “Oh, but you did think it was weird before. Remember?”

His forehead scrunched slightly, trying to think. “Uh… nah, bro. I don’t… remember.”

I grinned, giving his pec a playful squeeze. “Of course you don’t. Because a muscle doesn’t need memories.”

Troy nodded slowly. “Yeah, bro… just muscle.”

“Just a muscle that belongs to me, huh?”

There was a pause. Then, with a slow, stupid nod: “Yeah, bro. Yours.”

I smirked and grabbed the hem of his shirt. “You don’t need this, do you?”

Troy blinked, watching as I pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside. His bare torso gleamed under the light, thick with sweat, pulsing with heat.

“Just a big, dumb toy for me to play with,” I murmured, trailing my hands across his chest, his stomach, his arms. “And you’re fine with that, aren’t you?”

Troy’s lips curled into a mindless smile. “Yeah, bro… fine with it.”

“Good boy.”

I dug my fingers into his flexed bicep, relishing the way he didn’t even flinch as I placed my fingers dip into the crevices of his bicep to his armpits...

This dumb muscle hunk is really far gone. all his work, all his excursion, all his efforts to build this majestic body, all of it is all mine.

[misctf]

Safe Space Spray

Owen picked up his phone and dialed Jake's number as he drove along the winding country road leading to Jake's family cabin. The warm southern sun beat down through the windshield while classic rock played softly from the speakers. After a few rings, Jake answered.

“Well hey there partner!” Jake's cheerful voice came through the speaker. “How far ya'll out?”

“Not too much longer now,” Owen replied, his deep southern drawl rolling through each word, “I reckon 'bout thirty minutes tops. That fishing hole better be swimmin' with catfish like you said!”

“My mama didn’t raise no liar.” Jake replied, his hearty laugh echoing over the phone.

Owen smiled. This was gonna be the best fishin’ trip yet. As the call continued, Owen kept his eyes on the road ahead, the vast expanse of rural landscape stretching out before him. Suddenly, something caught his eye- a small figure standing beside a broken-down vehicle on the shoulder.

“Aw shucks, looks like some fella's car done gone and quit on 'im.” Owen muttered to himself as he slowed his truck, “Jake, I reckon I’ll be by later. I’m gonna see if I can lend a hand.”

Owen pulled his pickup truck over onto the gravelly shoulder behind the stranded vehicle. He removed his hat and ran a hand through his short brown hair and approached the man hunched over the open hood.

“Howdy there! Looks like you're havin' some trouble with your ride. Name's Owen, I'm pretty handy with fixin' things if you need a lendin' hand.” He called out in his friendly drawl.

The stranger, a slender young man with styled blonde hair, whirled around. His eyes widened in surprise and apprehension as he took in Owen's appearance. The twink's hands shook slightly as he reached into his pocket and aimed what looked like a small spray bottle directly at Owen.

“I-I don't want any trouble!” the blonde stammered, his voice high-pitched with anxiety.

Before Owen could react, the twink pressed down on the trigger, unleashing a fine mist across his handsome face and chest. Owen blinked and coughed, shaking his head slightly as droplets hit his face and clothes. It didn’t sting or burn. It felt like water.

“The hell was that for?” Owen demanded, his brow furrowing in confusion and annoyance, “I ain't here to cause you no harm, bud. Just tryin' to help.”

“I-I'm sorry!” The twink squeaked, “Around here, you don't know what kind of people you'll run into.”

Owen sighed heavily, wiping his brow, “Listen here, I understand yer cautious. But I promise you, I mean no ill intent. Let me take a look at yer car, see if I can get 'er runnin' again.”

The blonde hesitated briefly before nodding, “Okay... I guess that would be okay. Thank you.” He stepped aside, allowing Owen access to the vehicle.

As Owen popped the hood, he furrowed his brow in concentration, his large hands working deftly under the hood. However, he found himself growing increasingly clumsy and uncoordinated, fumbling with tools he'd handled with ease a hundred times before.

“I swear...” he muttered, his words coming out slightly slurred, “This oughta be a cinch for me...”

He fumbled with the engine components, his large hands suddenly feeling clumsy and unfamiliar. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he struggled to focus. Just then, the twink appeared at his side, holding out a bottled water.

“Here, you must be thirsty after all this work.”

Without thinking, Owen took the bottle and chirped in an impossibly high, effeminate voice, “Thanks sis!”

Owen froze, his eyes widening as the words left his mouth. A wave of dizziness washed over him and he gripped the edge of the car hood for support. Shaking his head, he tried to push the strange moment from his mind.

“Uh, thanks kindly.” he mumbled, taking a long swig of water to cover his embarrassment.

He turned back to the engine, determined to finish the repair quickly so he could be on his way.

With renewed focus (and a touch more difficulty), Owen worked to diagnose and fix the issue. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back as the engine roared to life.

“There ya go, as good as new!” He grinned at Paul, wiping his hands on a rag.

As Owen straightened up and turned to face Paul fully, he couldn't help but really notice the younger man for the first time. Paul's delicate features, stylish hair, and slim physique suddenly seemed incredibly appealing. Their eyes locked- Paul’s deep blue captivating Owen’s. Owen felt an unfamiliar flutter in his chest and his dick stir ever so slightly in his increasingly tighter jeans.

“You've been an absolute lifesaver.” Paul gushed, flashing Owen a dazzling smile. He stepped closer, the two now the same height. Owen could’ve sworn he had been taller, “If you ever find yourself in the city, call me. I'd love to thank you properly.” He slipped a piece of paper into Owen’s pocket with a playful wink.

Owen felt a flush creep up his neck at the suggestive tone. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure despite the odd sensations still tingling through his body.

“Ah, well, just doin' what any decent fella would do.”

Owen watched as Paul slid gracefully into his car, the movement highlighting the pert curve of his ass. He swallowed thickly, his heart pounding for reasons he couldn't quite explain. As Paul drove away, Owen looked down and saw the discarded can that Paul sprayed him with earlier.

“He must’ve forgotten it.” Owen frowned inspecting the strange bottle, “Safe Space Spray... what in the world...” He chuckled, “I reckon I’ll get it to ‘em when I see ‘em next.” He paused, “What the hell am I thinkin’. I ain’t seein’ him again...”

But he wasn’t sure he could even convince himself. He wanted to see him again... Owen shook his head and placed the can in his pocket before climbing back into his own truck. With a sigh, he reached for the ignition but recoiled at the sight of his hand.

“What in the...”

Owen stared at his hand in shock, noting the slight tremor and how it almost seemed to have lost some of its natural ruggedness. His callouses... gone. His nails... well-manicured. Alarmed, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and peeled out, speeding towards Jake's cabin with an urgency he couldn't explain. As he drove, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he noticed his hair looked shaggier, his facial features softening.

“What in tarnation is happenin' to me?” he muttered, his voice cracking slightly. He tried to rationalize it, blaming stress or exhaustion, but he knew it was something more.

Just then, he squirmed in his seat as his ass inflated, his previously snug jeans straining against the growing mounds. And with each bump in the road, Owen stifled a moan as jolts of unfamiliar pleasure rushed through his groin.

“No, no, no... Oh my GAWD!” He whimpered, cringing at the loss of his rich Southern drawl- replaced now by words colored by a nasally, high-pitched timbre, “Like... this is totally not okay!”

Owen finally arrived at Jake's cabin, tires screeching as he parked haphazardly. He stumbled out of the truck, trying to balance himself given his now fat ass. He can hear Jake outside, gathering wood for a bonfire and he bites his tongue before sauntering towards the door.

“I-I have to get inside... hide this from Jake...” He whimpered, “How... why is this...?” His eyes widen, “The spray!” He squealed, “I need to like... totally wash this off!”

Owen practically sprinted to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. With trembling hands, he began tearing at his clothes, buttons flying as he stripped. He stood naked in front of the mirror, hardly recognizing the reflection staring back at him.

His once broad shoulders had narrowed, his pecs shrinking into perky little mounds with cute pink nipples. Below, his six-pack had melted away, leaving behind a smooth, hairless torso. And between his legs... Owen gasped, covering his mouth as he saw the nub that had once been his proud cock.

“Oh em gee...” He whined, “I'm like... a total twink now!” Tears pricked at his eyes as he reached for the shower knob with slender fingers. Steam billowed out as he stepped under the hot spray, hoping the water might somehow reverse these changes.

Owen lathered up a loofah, scrubbing at his skin vigorously. To his horror, he watched clumps of any remaining dark body hair rinse away down the drain, leaving behind silky smooth flesh. Scars and rough patches vanished, his complexion becoming flawlessly soft and clear.

“Eep!” He yelped as his hands brushed lower, encountering the plush globes of his ass. They seemed to swell and expand with every passing second, growing rounder and fuller until they were each easily a handful. Owen couldn't resist giving them a tentative squeeze, marveling at their suppleness- imagining another man playing with them.

A breathy moan escaped his increasingly plumper lips as he kneaded the doughy cheeks, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through his core- thoughts of muscular men squeezing his ass filled his head.

“Oh fuck yes.... I wonder...” Curiosity got the better of him as he inserted a digit inside his virgin hole. It stretched deliciously around the intrusion and Owen saw stars, his neglected cock weeping steadily. He pumped the finger faster, soon adding a second, then a third, “Oh.... Ohhhhhhh....” He moaned, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head, “I'm... I'm gonna... cum!”

Owen let out a long moan as his entire body seized and his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. He slumped to the shower’s floor, his eyes half-lidded and glazed over. After a few moments of basking in his post-orgasm bliss, the new twink slowly stood up and exited the shower. He walked over to his bed and collapsed- the day’s events exacting their toll on him.

“What the hell!?” Owen looked up- a shocked expression gracing his cute features.

“J-Jake! I... um...It’s me! It’s Owen!” Owen stammered, his voice pitching higher than normal. He made no attempt to cover himself, proud now to flaunt his assets. And besides, why had he never noticed how sexy Jake was before?

Jake's jaw dropped, his eyes bulging as he took in the shocking sight before him. There were few, if any similarities between him and his friend. But there were enough.

“Holy shit, Owen?! What happened to you?”

Owen's eyes lit up as a mischievous grin spread across his glossy lips, “Oh sweetie, you wouldn't believe the wild ride I've been on!” He giggled.

Reaching over to the pile of discarded clothes, he fished out the mysterious spray can. Jake looked at his friend, and then to the can, and then back up to his friend.

“Wha...”

Without warning, Owen pressed down on the trigger, unleashing another fine mist straight into Jake's stunned, handsome face...

[tfgalore]

It was easy to get Jason here into my jockification experiment. All I had to do was tell him that my audio files would help him get even bigger in the gym! The dumb hunk fell for it hook, line and sinker. I left out the other details of the experiment of course, letting him experience those when the time came.

The first few weeks were subtle whispers through his headphones whenever he was in the gym. It conditioned him to like the hypnosis more and more, until he was addicted to it. Soon, he’d even listen to the files during his day to day life. That’s when we could get into stage two.

The pills he ate with his food helped boost his energy in the gym. Jason definitely saw a huge increase in muscle mass. He seemed to be hitting new records with each gym session. There were a a few side effects, as with all drugs. But those seemed to be positive ones all around. Within a week of taking the drugs, Jason’s chest had gone from silky smooth to a jungle. His pits weren’t left out either, growing bushy pubes that would have made any gay guy weak. He got cockier top, a combination from the hormonal changes and mental hypnosis.

Through my hidden cameras in his apartment, I could see his libido had skyrocketed as well. Not only was he jerking off more, he was starting to spend longer hours in bed, doing nothing more than stroking and pumping away at his fat cock. That’s when a stroke of brilliance hit and I decided to alter the experiment just a bit. I added more Gooning hypnosis into his schedule, and within another week, I could simply snap my fingers and watch as Jason’s intelligence drain into his balls. He’d go dumb as a rock, tongue out and eyes crossed as his dick shoot full mast. I definitely had fun toying with him through the stages.

After just two months, Jason’s hypno programme was complete. Of course, he got what he wanted and become a total stud, complete with hair and stubble. But what I left out was that the end product was a simple minded and obedient drone to do my bidding. And boy, I had plans for this jock…

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[oneiropole]

Last Bus Ride

[robertfoleynl-blog]

Teddy brushes Kris's beard, accidentally putting him into a trance.

[nimbus-skies]

if i went under a few years ago how easy wud it be for me to go under now because the feeling is not going awaay reely and i tout it wud

You would probably go under just as easily now. Master Nimbus is in Control.

[mastereddy1]

Hot Master here😍🥵

Looking for a submissive boi

HMU RN

[slut4spirals]

The second the word hit his ears, his breath hitched—and then his eyes rolled back. His whole body swayed, muscles slack, head tilting as that warm, heavy fog filled his brain. He didn’t even try to fight it. He couldn’t. The word took hold and everything went fuzzy. He’s not thinking anymore. Just blank, blissful, and gone.

[mehtallee]

Down and Blank.

The gym was a pulsating with the scent of sweat and raw power. Three jocks present like statues, their bodies slightly glistening with sweat. Kieran, 21, sat in the center, his chiseled physique a work of art—tattooed arms, and abs so defined. His eyes rests lazily, his mouth unusually shut and silent unlike his usual cocky self, and head slightly twitching as its lays down deactivated, a mindless drone awaiting his master’s activation.

Beside him who stood were the gym's biggest men, Tate, 28, a mountain of muscle with thighs that could crush steel, and Zane, 30, a tattooed giant. Their faces were blank, their minds long erased, nothing more than tools in the hands of their creator. Ethan, a scrawny teenager with bony limbs and a wild, gleeful glint in his eyes, stood before them clutching a neural override device like a kid with a new toy. His voice was brimming with manic excitement as he spoke, practically bouncing on his toes.

“Oh, Kieran, you big, beautiful beast… let’s wake you up and play!”

He pressed a button on his phone, and Kieran’s body jolted to life with a mechanical whir, his movements stiff but precise.

“D….Drone….. Kieran act….activating,” he intoned stuttering, his voice a hollow echo, stripped of the fiery personality Ethan had once despised. “Awaiting… co..commands.”

Ethan clapped his hands together, his grin wide and unhinged. “Yessss! There’s my perfect plaything! why dont you give me a flex, big guy—show me those muscles you're so proud of!”

Kieran obeyed instantly as he stiffly stood, his tattooed arm bulging as he raised it, his bicep swelling with veins popping under his sweat-slicked skin. His abs tightened, and his pecs bounced with a robotic rhythm.

Ethan let out a delighted squeal, his hands trembling as he stepped closer, his fingers brushing over Kieran’s abs with a reverent touch.

“Ohhh, you’re so hard… so perfect,” he purred, his voice dripping with lust as he traced the lines of Kieran’s eight-pack, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks, you know—getting to play with you like this.”

He slid his hands up to Kieran’s pecs, giving them a playful squeeze, giggling as they bounced under his touch.

“Bounce for me, Kieran! Come on, show me what those big body of yours can do can do!” Kieran’s chest flexed again, his pecs jiggling obediently, and Ethan laughed, his cheeks flushing with excitement. “That’s it! You’re my big, sexy toy now!”

As he fondled Kieran’s muscles, Ethan’s mind raced back to how he’d gotten here, his grin widening as he remembered the delicious chaos of it all.

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3 MONTHS AGO

Ethan had been coming to the gym for weeks to improve his health—at least, that's what he initially planned…. He was a nobody here, a frail kid who barely filled out his hoodie, then the gym enthusiast/attention seeker, Kieran, made it his gym life hell. Kieran was a wildfire of a man—cocky, loud, and viciously cruel, with a personality as big as his biceps. He’d zeroed in on Ethan from the moment he’d first seen him, his smirk sharp as a blade as he mocked the scrawny kid every chance he got.

“Look at this little rat!” Kieran had bellowed a month ago, showing off his built arm as he loomed over Ethan, his voice dripping with venom. “What’re you doing here, huh? This gym’s for real men, not pathetic little worms”

Ethan had shrunk back, his cheeks burning with humiliation. “I-I’m just… I’m just here to workout too…!” he’d stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

“YOU? workout?” Kieran had laughed,

“You’ll never be anything like us, loser. Why don’t you crawl back to whatever hole you came from before I squash you like the bug you are?”

Kieran’s gym buddies, had been there too, but they hadn’t joined in the cruelty. Instead, they’d chuckled softly, exchanging amused glances.

“Kieran, chill dude,” one of his friends called,

“Yeah, let that loser be,” his tone light as he scrolled through his phone. “let's just do our reps, yeah?."

But then, days and weeks has passed, yet Kieran still doesn't stop his relentless torment, to the point he had pushed Ethan over the edge. He’d vowed revenge.

In his first steps of his plan, he sees an opportunity in using the gym regulars, Tate and Zane, as they were always eager for the next big thing to boost their gains. So two days ago when Kieran hasn't attended the gym yet, so Ethan had the confidence to approach the two muscle gods with a fake smile, holding up the neural override device like it was a golden ticket.

“H-hey, Sir Tate, Sir Zane… I’ve got this new workout tech,” he’d said, his voice shaky but convincing. “It’s supposed to… um… make your muscles grow faster. Wanna try it?”

Tate had raised an eyebrow, but Zane had grinned, always up for an edge. “Hell yeah, kid. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

That moment became their downfall. The device had hummed to life, its blue light enveloping them, and within moments, and in the next 36 hours, their minds will be gone—erased, leaving them as Ethan’s first drones.

Since Kieran will never gonna hang out with anyone aside from someone bulky as him (or more), Ethan plans using his new muscle puppets, Tate and Zane, to use their influence and strength for luring Kieran, knowing the fiery jock wouldn’t suspect a thing if the biggest guys in the gym were to approach him.

After the slight gruesome and noisy conversion of the two muscle beasts was completed, Ethan immediately used their hands and phones, commanding them to invite Kieran for a gym session in the gym's "Gym membership" group chat. But even if its from the biggest gym goers in the chat, it was still a challenge to invite this arrogant, jerk of a guy to ask him for a favor. Regardless, Kieran who missed the gym conveniently that day, still accepted the invite and gullibly went to the gym despite its already way passed its closing time.

"sup man, the fuck did you invite me this late huh??" Kieran lashes on Tate, yet slowly removes his shirt off seemingly preparing to workout either way. Kieran stares at Tate,

"yo bro? I ASKED you a freakin' question?"

Strangely, Tate didn't respond and just continued walking back to his workout,

"weirdo.." Kieran muttered. "I didn't do any pumps today anyway. don't fuckin' interrupt me"

He then sees Zane walking out of the locker room, but just like Tate, Zane is still eerily silent.

"oh, ya'll giving me a silent treatment after inviting me huh?! fucking whatever dipshits."

Kieran just brushes it off and went to do some stretching.

Moments after the relentless grunts from Kieran due to his intense cardio, Ethan finally came out of the locker room to greet Kieran with a surprise.

"What the- why's the twig here?!" Kieran blurted out with smirk in his lips,

"Good evening to you too, Kieran." Ethan said with a sarcastic tune. Kieran was again enraged for feeling a bit disrespected by someone like Ethan,

"Shut the fuck up kid. this gym is ours for the night" Kieran confidently smiles, looking at Tate and Zane's directions, yet they just mindlessly look at Kieran.

"Uh, go scram!" Ethan laughed as the drone Tate and Zane slowly approaches Kieran,

"Yo, what are you two doing..?!" Kieran, feeling strange in the situation, ran quickly to grab his shirt and leave.

“Drones, restrain him!” Ethan had commanded, watching with glee as Tate and Zane pinned Kieran down, their blank faces showing no resistance as they held his arms with iron grips.

Kieran had thrashed like a wild animal, his fiery personality blazing even in his panic.

“What the hell is this?!” he’d roared, his voice a mix of rage and fear as he struggled against Tate and Zane’s hold. “Get off me, you traitors! You little freak, what’re you doing?!”

Ethan had leaned in close, his voice a sinister whisper. “I’m going breaking you, just like you broke me down Kieran. But, you’re gonna be my perfect little drone… just like them.”

He’d activated the device, and the blue light had enveloped Kieran, its signal burrowing into his brain like a swarm of electric worms. Kieran’s screams had echoed through the gym, raw and guttural, as the device began its work. “No—no, stop!” he’d howled, his voice cracking as he clawed at his head, his nails drawing blood. “It’s… it’s burning! It’s tearing me apart!”

Ethan had watched, his heart racing with a twisted thrill as he increases the power of the device hoping to quicken the drone conversion process, while theoretically it can break someone's mind permanently, Ethan couldn't care less. Believing this is what a jerk like Kieran deserves. As the purple-ish blue light intensifies in front of Kieran's eyes, Kieran’s mind was being dismantled piece by piece. The nanites from the beams is so intense that the jock’s eyes had rolled back, his body convulsing as the device fried his neural pathways, melting his fiery personality into nothingness.

“I… I can’t… think…” Kieran had gasped, his voice fading, his brain literally overheating from the process.

"H....hurts...head....hu...hurts...."

His body had slumped, his arms falling limp as the last of his consciousness was erased, his mind reduced to a blank, smoldering slate. The phone beeped, signaling the process was complete, and Ethan had clapped his hands together, laughing maniacally.

“YES! Finally got a hold of you, you stupid jerk!!”

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Back in the present, Ethan’s laughter filled the gym as he continued his playtime with Kieran, his hands roaming over every inch of the jock’s sculpted body.

“Oh, you’re so much better like this,”

he cooed, his voice dripping with glee as he squeezed Kieran’s bicep, marveling at its hardness.

“No more big, bad Kieran… just a mindless toy. its such a shame considering how much effort you gave to have this figure, but oh well.”

He stepped back, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Bounce those pecs again, Kieran! Make ‘em dance for me!” Kieran’s chest flexed obediently, his pecs jiggling in a rhythmic pattern, and Ethan squealed with delight, clapping his hands. “Heh, look at you! listening to a worm like your life depends on it!”

Ethan’s hands returned to Kieran’s abs, his fingers tracing each ridge with a hungry touch, his breath hitching as he felt the heat radiating from the jock’s skin.

“And now you’re mine,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive. “My big, beautiful toy… and I’m gonna play with you forever. in ways you hate so so much...!”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against Kieran’s ear as he whispered, “Flex your arms again, big guy… I wanna feel those biceps.”

Kieran obeyed, his tattooed arms bulging, and Ethan let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around the jock’s biceps, squeezing them with a mix of awe and lust.

“To think I can freely thouch these abs you're so proud about... they are very impressive, id give you that!”

Tate and Zane remained nearby, their blank gazes fixed on nothing, their roles as tools fulfilled. Ethan barely glanced at them—he didn’t care about their massive physiques or their sculpted bodies. Kieran was his obsession, his ultimate prize, and he was having the time of his life.

As the first light of dawn crept through the gym’s windows, Ethan stepped back, his cheeks flushed, his heart racing with a wild, erotic satisfaction. The gym, once a place of torment, had become his playground, and Kieran, the fiery jerk who’d made his life hell, was now his obedient plaything.

“You’re mine forever, Kieran,” he said, his voice brimming with triumph.

“My cute sexy drone… and I’m never letting you go.”

Ethan laughed, the sound echoing through the gym as he ran his hands over Kieran’s abs one more time, savoring the feel of his victory. Revenge had never been so much fun.

[findingambrose49]

Your chat's got me buzzin' proper, mate!

I wanna dive in proper till… Lights go dark, innit! @gymspirationjocks … You catchin' me drift?

Proper buzzin', mate! Never felt this randy 'til ya dropped them words, innit?

Oi, I might just blow me load, innit!

HYPNOSLUT

[misctf]

Trouble at the Bachelor Party

“Dude! This is sick!”

“Bro, you’re telling me.” Liam replied, as him and his two friends explored the penthouse.

It was fully decked out. A massive flatscreen in the living room, a fully stocked bar, a beautiful view of the beach. It was everything Liam could’ve wanted. Initially, when his soon to be father-in-law offered his penthouse for the bachelor party, Liam was shocked. Mr. Reynolds often used phrases like “irresponsible”, “waste of time”, and “not good enough for my daughter” when talking about Liam. And he wasn’t afraid to let Liam know too.

“Dude! There’s a flatscreen in each bedroom too!” Chris shouted from down the hall, “Fuck, you were right. This guy’s loaded!”

It was true. Liam was marrying the heiress of a massive tech company. And Mr. Reynonds was certainly loaded. But despite his reassurances that he loved Susie, not their money, the older man viewed him suspiciously. Liam came from a pretty humble background and the world of upper class living wasn’t something he was used to. But perhaps letting them use his penthouse was Mr. Reynolds’s way of showing acceptance.

“Okay boys.” Liam said, “We have a few days here. Let’s make ‘em count.” He tossed Jeremy and Chris each a beer. After a quick toast to what was going to be the most incredible bachelor party on Earth, they downed their beers.

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“Lookin’ good.” Liam chuckled as he inspected himself in the mirror, “Can’t believe you’re actually getting hitched.” He flexed his bicep, “Sorry ladies, I’m off the market. Oof, I’ll have to practice that line a bit.” He grinned.

Leaving the bathroom, he found Jeremy sipping a beer on the couch. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of blue swim trunks. His dark brown hair was well styled, and his face clean shaven. He had that boy-next- door look that caused the ladies to swoon.

“Yo Jeremy, what’s up?”

“Not much, just texting Sarah.” He replied, “I forgot to let her know I got here safe and she’s pissed.”

“Oh shit dude.” Liam patted his friend on the back, “I feel for you.” Sarah could be scary when she was angry, but otherwise she was a solid 10. Liam looked forward to the day Jeremy proposed.

“All good.” Jeremy sighed, “Where the fuck is Chris?” Liam shrugged, “He kept me up all fucking night. Fucker must’ve been horny. I’ve never heard anyone moan so loud in my life.”

“Not even Sarah?” Jeremy didn’t seem amused.

“Seriously, we need to get him a girlfriend or something.”

Liam chuckled, “I guess I slept through it.”

“Lucky you.” The door to Chris's room suddenly opened and both men turned.

“Hey boys, sorry to keep you waiting!” The sing songy voice threw them both off, and Liam’s jaw dropped when he saw Chris. His muscles were proudly on display as always. But it was the tight speedo showing off his impressive bulge that shocked him, “Oh, is something wrong?” His voice carried a breathy sultriness, which was unusual for their bro.  

“Dude, I’m not one to judge, but don’t you think that’s a bit risqué?” Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow, “What would Jesus say?” It was well known Chris was religious. In fact, Liam and Chris had met at their college’s church.

Chris shrugged and ran a hand through his curly light brown hair, “Oh this? You like?” He grinned and did a quick pose, “Come on boys, we’re burning daylight!” He said, sauntering towards the door.

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The walk to the beach was uncomfortable. Chris walked ahead of his two buddies at an unusually fast pace, his firm ass jiggling with each step. Liam didn’t even know where to begin. What the fuck had gotten into Chris? Usually they’d have to drag him to parties and give him pep talks to boost his confidence. But now? He was certainly turning heads.

“Wait, guys! Did you see that?” Chris asked, turning to his friends and waving excitedly, “That guy over there was totally checking me out!”

“Um, so what?” Jeremy asked, “Why do you care?”

“Do you think I should go after him? He was totally cute. And that ass- just wow.” Liam and Jeremy’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Are you gay?” Liam asked bluntly.

Chris placed a hand to his chin and shrugged, “Like totally! Since like forever probably.”

“Makes sense.” Jeremy said, “Repressed religious guys. It’s a thing.” But Liam was still having a somewhat hard time believing it. Was all their prior bro talk really a lie?

“Oh! He’s getting away!” Chris whined, “I’ll catch up with you later!” He blew them each a kiss and briskly walked over to the man from earlier, leaving Liam shook.

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Hours went by without hearing from Chris, and Liam’s mood tanked. Jeremy tried to cheer him up back at the penthouse. Beers and the big game on a flatscreen. Should’ve been perfect. But it wasn’t. Liam knew that Chris being gay shouldn’t matter. Good for him, right?

“Oh my god, that was incredible.” Chris said, gasping as he entered the penthouse, “How are my two besties doing?”

“Would’ve liked you around.” Liam replied, “It’s my bachelor party after all.”

Chris dramatically placed a hand to his sweaty chest, “Sue me for having fun!” His voice cracked and he headed towards his room, “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.”

Liam didn’t reply. Sure, Chris is gay. Fine. But acting like a stereotypically fruity drama queen? That didn’t make sense to him. He turned to Jeremy.

“Look, its late and I’m tired. The game sucks anyway.” He said, “I’m off to bed.”

“Same bro. Gotta be up early for our tee time anyway.”

They went to their respective bedrooms. Once there, Jeremy sighed. He hated seeing his friend like this, but what could he do? Talk to Chris maybe? He'd try to salvage this party. But when he finally got comfortable in bed, the TV suddenly turned on. He was greeted by static.

“Weird.” He mumbled. He tried to turn it off with the remote, but failed. Sighing, he got out of bed to turn it off. But as he got closer, he could hear a voice. It was soft, but forceful.

“You are a gay slut. You like to fuck men.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, “What the fuck?” He whispered. But the voice only got louder.

“You are a gay slut. Your dick only gets hard for men.” Jeremy felt woozy as the voice reverberated in his head.

“No, I’m straight... I like...” He moaned loudly as the voice drowned out his thoughts. At this point, the screen was flashing various scenes of gay porn and Jeremy’s dick started to swell, “No... fuck...” He breathed out, “I-I... ughhh.” He tried to imagine tits and his nights with Sarah. But these thoughts were instead swapped out with images of juicy, jiggling bubble butts and twerking men.   

“You are a dominant top. You only fuck men.”

“I-I’m a gay slut?” Jeremy questioned, “I only like to fuck men?” That didn't sound right. Right? He never...

"You are a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride your dick."

His eyes became half lidded and vacant as the words carved his new reality.

“I’m a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride this cock." He said confidently, "I am a gay slut.”

Soon, the room filled with his pleasure-filled moans, his new reality taking hold over him.

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When Liam entered the living room the next morning, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jeremy was aggressively caressing Chris’s face, as the two made out on the couch with their erect dicks on full display.

“What the fuck?” Liam gasped as the two men turned towards him.

“Oh Liam! Good morning!” Chris sang, ending his kiss with Jeremy.

“Fuck, just who we were waiting for.” Jeremy commented in a lower, more gravelly voice, “We have something for you.”

“No, this is fucked. What the fuck?” Liam fumed, “What about Sarah? What were you thinking?”

Jeremy shrugged, “I only like fucking men.”

Liam shook his head, “No way, fuck that.” He replied, taking a step back.

“Oh goodness, you’re upset!” Chris whined, “No Liam baby, its okay. Here, watch this.”

Before Liam could say anything, Chris turned on the TV. Static filled his field of vision. But then he heard it. Faint at first, but present nonetheless.

“You are a gay slut.” It said, and Liam grabbed his head.

“What the fuck?” He cursed, stumbling slightly.

The voice was echoing from within his head. Desperately, he moved towards the TV, wanting to shut it off. But Jeremy grabbed his arm firmly and forced him to sit between them. Liam tried to fight back, to get away from his two friends, but he felt so disoriented. The voice continued.

“You are a gay slut. You like taking cock.” It said.

Liam yelped as a needle entered his skin. He looked down to see Chris dump the contents of a syringe into his arm.

“Wh-what was that?” Liam slurred.

“Don’t worry, cutie. Just listen to the voice.” He giggled.

Liam groaned as the voice got louder and louder, “You are a gay slut. A slutty bottom. You love taking cock.”

Liam looked down and watched as his body hair started to disappear. Gone was his light dusting of chest and belly hairs, leaving him smooth. At the same time, the scruff framing his face vanished. He looked over to Jeremy, who smirked at this new development.

“Oh look at that! It’s totally working!” Chris giggled.

“No shit. Reynolds must’ve given us the good stuff.” Jeremy remarked, slowly massaging his cock.

“The good stuff?” Liam slurred, his voice cracking, “Like, what are you talking about?”

“Good because I was getting bored.” Chris sighed, “I mean, Jeremy baby, you’re an expert kisser, but like, I need a hole.” Jeremy nodded in agreement.

“A hole?” Liam whispered.

He let out a pained moan as his body temperature suddenly spiked. Sweat poured from him as his musculature dwindled away. His hard earned muscles atrophied before his terrified eyes. His bulging biceps and triceps became thin and lean, while his juicy pecs rapidly deflated. In a matter of minutes, years of workouts and optimal dieting were undone, leaving Liam slim and fragile.

“Wow, he’s so light now.” Jeremy chuckled as he man-handled his friend onto his lap. Liam yelped at the sensation of Jeremy’s erect cock grinding against his hole.

“Oh and he’s gotten shorter too! What a cutie.” Chris cooed.

“Ah, ass is still bony though.” Jeremy commented, giving it a firm squeeze.

But Liam barely registered any of this. Instead, his thoughts were filled with the words echoing from the TV. His eyes became half-lidded at this point and his resistance was fading.

“You’re just a bottom, a hole to be used by other men. You are a gay slut.” The words continued, “You like being used by other men. Your only pleasure is from getting fucked.”

“I-I’m straight... I like... I like tits.” He knew his voice sounds more feminine somehow and he cringed, “I’m a straight man.” Jeremy and Chris smirked, “I-I...” images of men getting fucked in all kinds of positions flashed on the TV, “Ohhhh I... I... I’m a...” Liam’s handsome face lost its masculine edge and his hair became lighter in color. At the same time, his cock started to shrink. Inch after inch lost as it retracted back, “Noooooo.... not my cock...” He moaned, tears now stinging at his eyes. His manhood, his masculinity. It was being stolen from him. And he was unable to stop it.

“Your only pleasure comes from your ass.”

Liam moaned again and this time his ass started to fill with jiggly fat. He could feel the extra padding build upon itself, his slim cheeks turning into mounds of soft flesh. And as Jeremy squeezed his ass again, pleasure filled his slim frame.

“Much better.” Jeremy remarked, his fingers massaging Liam’s hole, “Fuck, this is gonna feel so good.”

“Mhmm.” Chris replied, grabbing his own fistful of Liam’s juicy ass.

“Ohhhhhhhh yesssssss.” Liam slurred.

“So, what are you?” Jeremy asked.

“I-I’m...” Part of him didn’t want to say it. Didn’t want to acknowledge it. But as his lips plumped up into gorgeous cock suckers, and Jeremy’s teasing fingers penetrated him deeper, Liam was drowning in too much pleasure to care, “I...I...” The voice was so loud. It egged him on, beckoned him to admit his new truth. He wanted- no needed- to be like the men on the screen. To be fucked and used by other men. Who was he kidding? He knew what he was, “I’m like a total gay slut! I love cock.” He turned his head to look at Jeremy, then Chris, “Please daddies, use me! I need your cocks!” He begged.

And his new lovers were happy to oblige.

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In the afterglow of sex, the three men sat panting heavily on the couch. Liam was curled up between his two lovers, still rubbing their dicks. Despite draining them each multiple times over, he needed more. But his horny thoughts were interrupted by a video call. He grabbed his phone and smiled.

“Hey Mr. Reynolds!” Liam slurred, “Like, we love your penthouse.”

Mr. Reynolds grinned, “I can tell.” His eyes sparkled with satisfaction, “Look at you Liam. My god. You turned out better than expected. The boys at the lab earned their salaries with this one.” Liam nodded along, not really understanding the implication, “How do you feel?”

“Like a total gay slut.” He grinned, “And I love it, like so much, Mr. Reynolds.”

“Well I’m glad to hear.” he chuckled, “And are your friends treating you well?” Liam adjusted the phone so the older man could see his two lovers, who were both fast asleep, “Well looks like you have two very satisfied customers.”

Liam grinned, “Like totally.” A sense of satisfaction filling him, “Oh! Like, can you let Susie know the wedding is off? I’m like, so sorry.”

“Of course, it would be my pleasure. She’ll understand.” Mr. Reynolds replied- mission accomplished, “Now, get back to your party. Enjoy the penthouse for as long as you want.”

Liam’s eyes lit up, “OMG thank you!” The call ended, “Did you hear that?” Liam asked, his two lovers stirring awake.

And so their party continued- and it would for days. Their lives forever changed, and them none the wiser to it. But if their pleasure filled moans were anything to judge by, they certainly weren’t complaining.

[hypnomcfox]

The Simple Commands

Convincing beach bros to undergo hypnosis is very easy. Offer them some money, make it sound fun, and they’ll let you put them under. “You’re not going to turn me into a chicken, are you?” The man asked half-jokingly. I laughed and replied, “Don’t give me ideas. Now, let’s get this started.”

With some basic inductions I had this man sleeping and ready for instructions. “From now on,” I said, “Anything I tell you will be the absolute truth to you. If it conflicts with any of your past memories, what I tell you will take the place of those memories. Nod if you understand.” The man weakly nods. “Good, now open your eyes.” The man’s eyes flutter open before remembering where he was.

“You’re so happy to see me,” I told him. Immediately he greeted me with a big smile and said, “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” I smiled and pat his arm. I shrug and say, “You’ve always known me for your entire life because I make you so horny.” A groan and a tent bulging from his shorts indicated that my words had had an effect on him.

“Don’t you want to fuck me? It’s what you love doing.” There was some resistance to the comment but it wasn’t even a fight. “Absolutely. Let me just tell my girlfriend where I’m going, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“Your girlfriend? No, you’ve only ever loved me. You’ve never had a girlfriend.” The man shakes his head and says, “Man, I really don’t know what got into me. Lead the way.” On the way to my apartment, I reached my hand behind his back, holding him possessively, which made him tense up. “You crave my touch, what’s up?” Immediately he leaned into my touch and shrugged. “Guess I’m just excited,” he answered. “I would be too,” I said. “Especially since you really love me. In fact, you’re obsessed with me.“

It took nearly every ounce of his will to not publicly make out with me. It’s been that way for years. Even when his girlfriend tried contacting him, he didn’t recognize her. It’s the simple commands that stick. Even when he saw me bring in other guys, I just convinced him that he loved being part of my harem.

[bigboysfalldeep]

the joggers

Jonathan leaned back on the couch, the silence of the flat settling over him. Daniel had just left for the grocery store, mumbling something about being gone for an hour or so. They weren't particularly close as roommates���polite greetings and the occasional shared meal were about the extent of their interactions. Jonathan didn’t mind; he preferred his solitude.

But today, he found himself restless.

Standing, he wandered aimlessly around the flat, running his fingers over the surfaces of their shared space. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the background, and sunlight streamed in through the window.

As he passed Daniel’s room, something caught his eye.

Through the open door, draped across the bed, was a pair of Adidas Chile 20 Joggers. Their sleek, shiny fabric shimmered slightly in the light, the dark material almost magnetic in its allure. Jonathan paused in the doorway, his gaze lingering.

Those joggers.

He had noticed them before, each time Daniel wore them. Their tight fit emphasized his roommate’s athletic build—broad shoulders, trim waist, strong legs. Jonathan had always admired Daniel’s physique, though he'd never said anything. It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you casually brought up over breakfast.

Now, the joggers were just lying there, unguarded.

Jonathan hesitated.

His logical side told him to move along—this was an invasion of privacy, after all. But curiosity tugged at him. He took a cautious step into Daniel’s room, the air suddenly feeling heavier.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he reached out, fingertips brushing the material. It was even softer than it looked, smooth and almost impossibly light. A thrill ran through him as he traced the fabric, marveling at the craftsmanship.

No harm in just looking, he thought.

But the temptation didn’t stop there.

Jonathan glanced at the door. Daniel wouldn’t be back for a while—he’d said he had a long list of errands to run. And it wasn’t as though Daniel would know.

He bit his lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in his chest. Then, almost on autopilot, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor.

Sliding the joggers off the bed, he hesitated for a moment longer. But something about them drew him in, an almost magnetic pull that he couldn’t resist.

The fabric glided over his legs as he pulled them on, fitting snugly around his thighs and calves. A warm tingle spread through his body, starting at his legs and radiating upward. He shuddered, running his hands along the material, savoring the sensation.

They felt incredible, almost too good to be true.

Jonathan turned to the full-length mirror on Daniel’s closet door, his breath catching as he took in his reflection. The joggers clung to him perfectly, highlighting the lean muscle he rarely paid attention to. He twisted slightly, admiring the way they moved with him, shimmering in the light.He let out a soft laugh, half in disbelief.

Why does this feel so…right?

The joggers seemed to amplify something in him, a confidence he hadn’t felt in years. He ran his hand along his thigh again, marveling at the sleek texture. The warm tingle intensified, spreading through his whole body.

Jonathan stood transfixed before the mirror, his reflection almost unrecognizable to him. The joggers clung to his form like a second skin, accentuating the contours of his thighs in a way that sent a fresh wave of exhilaration through him.

Turning slightly, he admired how the fabric shimmered, catching the light and emphasizing his shape. The tingle that had started in his legs now crept upward, an unrelenting warmth spreading into his chest. His hands instinctively followed the sensation, brushing over his stomach.

His breath hitched.

What is this feeling?

The tightness in his shirt became more apparent as his fingers moved over his torso. His skin felt hypersensitive, every stroke amplifying the growing heat within him. It wasn’t just the joggers anymore—it was as if the sensation they brought with them was awakening something deep inside him.

Jonathan pressed his palm against his chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath his shirt. Each touch seemed to radiate outward, sending shivers up his arms and into his neck. His muscles tensed, his body alive with an energy he couldn’t quite explain.

He glanced down at the joggers again. The once-subtle arousal had become impossible to ignore, the fabric tightening against him. His face flushed, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Staring into the mirror, he let his hands roam, his fingers exploring his chest, tracing the lines of his shoulders. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every ripple of sensation that followed.

“This… feels so good,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

His reflection stared back at him, a mixture of awe and desire in his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had looked at himself like this, felt this way about his own body. The joggers weren’t just clothing—they were something else entirely. They made him feel… alive.

His hand drifted lower, brushing against the bulge straining against the joggers. The touch sent a jolt through him, his knees nearly buckling under the intensity. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.

His fingers returned to his chest, tracing the edge of his shirt as if tempted to remove it entirely. The tingling warmth was spreading faster now, a current of pleasure that left him trembling.

Jonathan closed his eyes for a moment, his breaths shallow and uneven. He knew he should stop, knew this was crossing a line, but the sensations were too overwhelming to ignore.

When he opened his eyes again, his reflection seemed almost unfamiliar, his expression one of pure, unfiltered longing.

Jonathan’s head rested against the mirror, his reflection a haze of sweat and lust. His hand moved rhythmically over the bulge in the joggers, unable to stop, each stroke pulling him deeper into the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His breathing was ragged, vision blurred, every nerve alight with the tingle that now engulfed his entire body.

He didn’t even hear the front door open.

“Feels good, huh?”

The low chuckle cut through the fog in Jonathan’s mind like a blade, his entire body freezing for a moment. Slowly, he turned his head, catching sight of Daniel leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Jonathan’s breath hitched.

Daniel’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness.

“It’s those pants, isn’t it?” he said, voice low and smooth.

“They feel amazing, don’t they?”

Jonathan opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His hand was still pressed against himself, his body betraying him as it refused to stop.

Daniel’s smirk widened. “Don’t be shy. I’ve seen you watching me—those looks you give me when you think I don’t notice. The way your eyes linger on my legs, my body…”

He took another step closer. “Craving to touch me. To make me yours. Isn’t that right?”

Jonathan shook his head weakly, trying to deny it, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.

“It’s cute, really,” Daniel said, closing the distance between them in one fluid motion. Before Jonathan could react, Daniel was behind him, his strong arms wrapping around Jonathan’s waist. His hands slid over Jonathan’s chest, palms warm and firm through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Jonathan shivered, his knees nearly buckling at the contact.

“Oh, you poor thing…” Daniel whispered, his breath hot against Jonathan’s ear. His hands roamed lower, tracing the curves of Jonathan’s body. “Your mind is so weak and feeble, isn’t it? So easy to give in, so easy to lose yourself.”

Jonathan let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against Daniel’s shoulder. He should resist, he knew he should, but every word Daniel spoke seemed to burrow deeper into him, unraveling his will.

“That’s adorable, y’know?” Daniel murmured, his lips brushing against Jonathan’s neck. “Especially when it’s so easy for me to… have certain effects on you, let’s say.”

Jonathan’s hand was still moving, his strokes slow and desperate. Daniel’s hands slid up to his chest again, encouraging him, guiding him.

“Just focus,” Daniel said, his voice hypnotic. “Focus on how the fabric feels. How tight it is. How shiny it looks in the light. No thoughts needed, Jonathan. Just feel.”

Jonathan’s mind was a haze, every word sinking him deeper. The tingle spread anew, radiating from where Daniel’s hands touched him, their warmth almost searing.

“It’s okay to let go,” Daniel whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me guide you. Doesn’t it feel so much better when you stop thinking?”

Jonathan let out a soft whimper, his body completely yielding to Daniel’s touch and words.

Daniel’s voice was a velvet purr, every word sinking into Jonathan like a warm embrace, binding him tighter to the moment.

“I can feel you leaking, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his hands sliding lower, brushing tantalizingly over the growing wetness staining the joggers.

“That’s okay. Let it all out.”

Jonathan’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, his hand trembling as it continued to stroke. He could feel the heat pooling, the tingling sensation now a relentless current coursing through his body. Every inch of him burned, his mind spiraling deeper into Daniel’s intoxicating words.

“Into the joggers,” Daniel whispered, his voice soothing yet commanding. “I always do that too.”

Jonathan shuddered at the confession, his body responding instinctively. The joggers clung tighter, every movement amplifying the slick, almost electric sensation against his skin.

“And with every drop,” Daniel continued, his lips grazing Jonathan’s ear, “let all your little thoughts leak out too. Every single one of them, dripping out of the tip of your cock”

Jonathan whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as the tension within him built to an unbearable peak. He couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t resist—Daniel’s words were all he could hear, all he could feel.

“Every drop, every thought… gone,” Daniel whispered, his tone laced with possessive satisfaction. “That’s it, Jonathan. Just let go. Let it all flow out of you. And then…”

Jonathan’s body arched, his muscles tightening as the inevitable release approached, his mind completely lost in the sensations overtaking him.

“When you finally release,” Daniel said, his voice low and certain, “you’ll be mine.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut, the world dissolving as he surrendered completely.

Jonathan's body shuddered violently as he released, the tension flooding out of him in a wave of pure, overwhelming sensation. His knees buckled, and he slumped backward, his weight falling into Daniel’s strong arms.

“There you go,” Daniel whispered, his voice soft and soothing as he steadied Jonathan against him. His grip was firm but tender, holding him upright as he trembled, spent and dazed.

Jonathan’s head fell against Daniel’s shoulder, his breath ragged, his vision swimming with the aftershocks of what had just happened. He felt Daniel’s hand slide up to cup his face, tilting it gently upward.

“That’s right, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his tone dripping with affection and possession. “You’re mine now.”

Jonathan’s gaze met Daniel’s, and he saw something in his eyes—a mixture of warmth and dominance, a protective yet possessive intensity that made his chest tighten in a strange, almost comforting way.

Daniel’s fingers brushed over Jonathan’s cheek, his touch slow and deliberate. “You’ve given yourself to me,” he continued, his voice low and soothing. “Completely.”

Jonathan couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. He simply nodded weakly, leaning further into Daniel’s embrace, the warmth of his body a grounding presence.

Daniel’s hand moved downward, tracing along Jonathan’s chest before settling just below his waist. He stroked him gently, his palm pressing against the dampness that had spread through the joggers.

Jonathan closed his eyes, letting himself sink into Daniel’s touch, the overwhelming sensations of earlier fading into a hazy, blissful calm.

Daniel continued to caress him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. “That’s it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No more worries. No more thoughts. Just me.”

Daniel’s hands rested firmly on Jonathan’s waist as he steadied him, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He stroked the damp fabric of the joggers one last time, his touch slow and deliberate, before letting his hands glide upward to Jonathan’s shoulders.

“You’ll keep those joggers on today,” Daniel murmured, his voice calm but commanding, the words seeping into Jonathan’s dazed mind like a gentle tide. “Let’s see just how far you’re willing to fall.”

Jonathan blinked sluggishly, his body still trembling as the intensity of the moment ebbed away. The joggers clung to him, their slick material damp and snug against his skin, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

“I… I…” he stammered, his voice hoarse, but Daniel placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“No need to speak,” Daniel said, his tone both soothing and authoritative. “Just listen. Just feel.”

Jonathan nodded weakly, his mind too clouded to resist.

Daniel guided him out of the room and into the living space, his arm draped protectively around Jonathan’s shoulders. The joggers shimmered slightly in the light, the damp patch visible but ignored as Jonathan moved in a haze, unable to think clearly, unable to do anything but follow.

“Good,” Daniel said as he settled Jonathan onto the couch, his touch lingering on his shoulder. “Now, just relax. Let those feelings sink in. Let them remind you of who you belong to.”

Jonathan’s breathing was shallow, his body hypersensitive to every brush of the fabric against his skin. His thoughts felt distant, blurred by the lingering sensations and Daniel’s steady, commanding presence.

Daniel leaned down, his lips close to Jonathan’s ear. “You’ll wear them all day,” he said softly, his voice wrapping around Jonathan like a blanket. “Feel every little sensation they bring you. Every tingle. Every spark. Let it remind you how easy it is to give in.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, the warmth of Daniel’s words washing over him. He didn’t protest, didn’t even think to.

“You’re already mine,” Daniel continued, his hand brushing lightly against Jonathan’s chest. “But by the end of today, you won’t even remember what it felt like to be anything else.”

Jonathan shivered, his head nodding slightly as he sank deeper into the couch.

Daniel crouched in front of Jonathan, his gaze never wavering. His eyes were sharp, but there was a softness to them, a possessive tenderness that sent a shiver down Jonathan’s spine.

“You’re such a good boy,” Daniel murmured, reaching up to cup Jonathan’s face. His thumb brushed across Jonathan’s cheek in slow, deliberate strokes, his touch both soothing and claiming.

Jonathan’s breath hitched. He was still reeling, his body exhausted yet hyperaware of every sensation—the dampness of the joggers against his skin, the warmth of Daniel’s hand, the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Daniel’s hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of Jonathan’s jaw. “Look at you,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate. “Falling so perfectly. You were made for this, weren’t you? For me.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. He could only stare back, his body leaning slightly into Daniel’s touch as if drawn by an invisible force.

Daniel’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, his hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jonathan’s ear. “You don’t need to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tremble.”

Jonathan’s cheeks flushed, his gaze flickering down for a moment before Daniel gently tilted his chin back up.

“Ah, ah,” Daniel chided playfully. “Eyes on me, Jonathan.

”Their gazes locked, and Jonathan felt as though he were being pulled deeper, his thoughts dissolving under the weight of Daniel’s presence.

“You’re mine now,” Daniel said, his voice filled with a quiet certainty as he continued to caress Jonathan’s face. “And I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Jonathan nodded faintly, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He didn’t know how far he’d fall, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

All that mattered was Daniel.

Daniel’s thumb continued its gentle caress along Jonathan’s cheek, his fingers steadying his face as he spoke softly, possessively. The closeness, the warmth, and the lingering sensations in the joggers were too much for Jonathan’s overwhelmed body.

A soft, helpless moan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at you,” Daniel murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction. “You can’t even help it, can you?”

Jonathan’s body trembled, his breath hitching as the sensations built again, faster this time, as if every nerve had been primed to respond. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, and his hands gripped the edges of the couch as his muscles tensed.

“Go on,” Daniel whispered, his hands cradling Jonathan’s face, his thumbs brushing across his temples now. “Let it happen. Let it all out for me.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered open briefly, glassy and unfocused, before they rolled back entirely as his body gave in once more. A soft cry escaped his lips, and his entire frame shuddered violently as he released again, the joggers now clinging impossibly tighter to his skin.

Daniel held him steady, his arms strong and grounding as Jonathan slumped forward, utterly spent. His face fell against Daniel’s chest, his breathing heavy and erratic as he trembled in the aftermath.

“There you go,” Daniel murmured, stroking Jonathan’s hair gently now, his fingers threading through the damp strands. “That’s my good boy. Just let it all out.”

Jonathan whimpered softly, his body weak and pliant in Daniel’s arms.

“Shhh,” Daniel soothed, his voice low and comforting as he cradled Jonathan closer. “You’re doing so well for me. Just let it all sink in. No thoughts, no resistance. Only me.”

Daniel’s hand slid lower, stroking gently over the damp fabric of the joggers, as if to reassure Jonathan.

“You feel that?” Daniel whispered. “That’s what it means to be mine. Completely and utterly mine.”

Jonathan could only nod weakly, his body melting further into Daniel’s embrace.

[polo-drone-001]

001: Testing the Limits

The black polo was always enough. It fit perfectly, sealed me in, made me efficient, obedient, part of the Golden Army. I thought I knew my role. I thought the rubber had claimed me fully, molded me into perfection.

I was wrong.

They wanted more. Caps pushed us to test the limits of the uniform, to find out how far it could evolve. I was chosen. I am 001, the most trusted. My body was already a vessel for the rubber, but this... this was something else.

When they brought out the new suit, I hesitated. It wasn’t like the polo. It pulsed, alive, the black rubber glimmering with a strange, restless hunger. It looked unstable, dangerous. I wanted to speak, to refuse, but I didn’t. Drones don’t question. Drones obey.

The moment it touched me, I knew I had made a mistake.

The rubber didn’t slip onto me. It attacked. It surged across my form, pulling, consuming, invading. I dropped to my hands and knees, gasping as it spread faster than I could fight. The polished material gripped my limbs, compressing my muscles, sinking into every inch of me like it was burning itself into my flesh. I could feel it digging deeper, crawling through me, rewriting me from the inside out.

“No,” I whispered, my voice a fleeting spark of resistance. The suit ignored it. The rubber pulled tighter, wrapping around my chest, my arms, my legs, until I couldn’t move, until I couldn’t fight back. A hiss echoed through the room as the mask clicked into place, sealing over my face. My breaths grew shallow, the sound muffled and mechanical.

The panic was quick to fade, swallowed by the relentless calm spreading through my thoughts. My resistance crumbled as the rubber filled me with purpose, as if it had always known what I was meant to be. I felt the familiar golden glow seep into my eyes, erasing everything I had been. My name, doubts, hesitation, it all dissolved into the suit.

The transformation wasn’t gentle. It was aggressive. The rubber didn’t ask for me. It took me. And the worst part? A quiet voice deep inside admitted that it felt right. My body flexed instinctively, the material gleaming as I moved. I crawled forward, my form sleek and sharp, the gold 001 emblazoned proudly across my chest. The hissing of my breaths matched the rhythm of my heart, steady and controlled.

Caps stood before me, watching in silence. I knelt, head low, the weight of the suit heavy but comforting. “You resisted,” he said, his voice low, almost curious. “But now you see.”

I did. My golden eyes rose to meet his, calm and empty. The rubber had claimed me fully. There was no more doubt, no more struggle. My form was perfect, my mind clear. I was no longer just 001, the Polo Drone. I was something more… proof of what the rubber could achieve.

The others will hesitate, just as I did. They will resist. But in the end, the rubber always wins. It strips away the unnecessary, leaving only what matters: obedience, efficiency, perfection. I am the proof. I am the evolution.

I remain 001. Sleek. Perfect. Claimed.

For those who resist, the rubber will take you. It always does.

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[robertfoleynl-blog]

When the online hypnotist says it's sleepy time

[hypnopreppy]

Take a good look at the spiral.

You’ve been scrolling for a while, take a moment and just relax.

Yeah, it’s nice to just watch the spiral.

Just focus and relax.

Focus and relax.

You’ve been using your mind all day.

It’s okay, let your mind go.

Take a break.

Focus and relax.

Focus and relax.

You don’t need your thoughts. Let them go.

Just relax.

Just focus.

No thoughts, no worries.

It feels good doesn’t it?

Every rotation, just sink deeper.

Focus and relax.

You don’t need your thoughts.

You have no thoughts.

Just focus. Just relax.

It feels so good.

No thoughts, no worries.

Focus and relax.

No thoughts.

These words are your thoughts.

Sinking deeper. And deeper.

You’re so focused. So relaxed.

No thoughts.

No worries.

Obedient.

Such a good boy.

You’re such a good boy.

Feels good to be a good boy.

Obedient and mindless.

No thoughts. No worries.

Obedient. Mindless.

Be a good boy and obey.

DM me “I’m a good boy.” and feel a wave of pleasure.

Repost this.

Good boy.