#hypnotized jock

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Brother-in-law's Bitch

This guy had a hot wife, big house, and great buddies; but he teased his wife's brother for being a gay hypnotist. Look where it got him...

...at least the dumb jock seems happy.

[axeeglitter]

1K Story: Altered to Obey

Ethan Cole adjusted the cuffs of his pristine Lila dress shirt as he stepped into the dimly lit bar. The scent of aged whiskey and faint cigar smoke clung to the air, mixing with the hum of conversation and the low thrum of music. It was a place he wouldn’t typically set foot in; too raw, too unrefined for someone of his stature. But after the week he had endured, he needed something different, something to drown out the stress clawing at his mind, and this bar was the closest to his apartment. Which mean he’ll be able to go to sleep fast after he drank some glasses.

Sliding onto a barstool, he signaled the bartender and ordered a whiskey neat. As he sipped, letting the amber liquid burn down his throat, he barely noticed the man who had taken the seat beside him and gestured the barman too for a drink.

“Rough day?” his voice drawled.

Ethan glanced sideways. The man was striking, dark-haired, well-built, dressed in shirt and suit adjusted to his size perfectly. His tanned skin and rough face showed the years in a perfectly natural and mainly way.

There was something about him, an effortless confidence, a magnetism that felt both inviting and dangerous.

“You could say that,” Ethan replied not intending to as he exhaling sharply. “More like a rough week. You?”

The man smirked, swirling the drink in his glass before taking a sip. “Oh, I’ve had my fair share of long weeks. Name’s Adrian, by the way.”

“Ethan.” They clinked their glasses in an unspoken toast before Ethan continued, “So, what do you do, Adrian?”

Adrian tilted his head, as if considering his words carefully. “I guess you could say I’m in between things right now. Figuring stuff out. Trying to sign a deal for a new job. I just need my client to show up in time, but he tends to be … late.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Clients and punctuality. Am I right?”

“Yea.” Adrian said with an easy grin as he took another sip. “And you? You look like you’ve got your life all figured out.”

Ethan huffed a small laugh. “I’m a lawyer. A lot of long hours, negotiations, and making sure clients gets the best deals possible.”

Adrian studied him for a moment, then smirked. “A real man of order and control, huh?”

“I try to be,” Ethan admitted, downing the rest of his whiskey. He felt the warmth settle in his chest, loosening the stiffness in his shoulders.

Adrian leaned in slightly. “And yet, here you are. In a place like this.”

Ethan exhaled through his nose. “Guess even control freaks need to unwind sometimes.”

“Well,” said Adrian as he downed the remains of his glass “to the pressure we need to unwind then!”

Adrian chuckled, flagging the bartender for another round. As the drinks kept coming, their conversation flowed more freely. They discussed everything and nothing, places they had been, people they had met, philosophies on life. Ethan found himself enjoying the company more than he expected. Adrian had a way of listening that made him feel like the most interesting person in the room.

As the hours slipped by, the edges of Ethan’s mind began to blur. His thoughts felt sluggish, his limbs heavy. The warmth of the alcohol had morphed into something thicker, more clouded. He tried to focus on Adrian’s voice, but the words became distant echoes.

“You alright?” Adrian’s voice broke through the fog.

Ethan blinked, realizing he had swayed slightly on the stool. “Yeah… just a little out of it.”

Adrian smiled, slow and knowing. “Maybe you should call it a night.”

Ethan nodded absently, attempting to push himself up. The floor felt uneven beneath his feet. The world tilted, shadows stretching unnaturally under the streetlights as he stumbled outside. The cool night air did little to clear his head. His breath came slower, heavier. He barely registered Adrian’s silhouette lingering near the entrance, watching as Ethan staggered down the empty street.

After a couple of meters, Ethan turned left on the empty dark streets to cut to his apartment as fast as he could. His head spinning and his vision blurred by the alcohol. Ethan took a pause, holding himself against a brick wall just behind the bar he spent the night in, his eyes were heavy and his breath getting slower and slower and then, darkness.

The last thing he felt was the sensation of the ground rushing up to meet him before everything faded to black.

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A dull throbbing pain settled in Ethan’s skull as he regained consciousness. His body felt heavy, sluggish, his limbs refused to obey him. Blinking against the dim light filtering into the room, he tried to move, only to realize he couldn’t. Panic jolted through him as he became aware of the tight restraints biting into his wrists and ankles. He was bound to his bed.

His breathing quickened, heart hammering against his ribs as his eyes darted around the bedroom only to realize it wasn’t his bedroom either. It was modern but minimal, dark walls, a single dresser. The lights of the late dark night casting shadows through the velvety curtains. As his sight ran left and right, he saw a chair in the corner of the room, standing still in the shadows. A tall figure sat hidden in the darkness, watching him. Only the eyes were glowing in a weird alluring reflection, something Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off. Something dangerous and alluring at the same time.

A slow, deliberate smirk spread across the shadow’s face as he leaned forward into the faint glow of the bedside lamp. “Morning, mister lawyer. Or should I call you, jury 28?.”

Ethan swallowed hard; his throat dry. “Adrian? W-what the hell is this? Let me go.”

Adrian tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “I’m afraid I can’t do so. Not yet.”

Ethan struggled, yanking at the restraints, but they held firm. His breathing turned ragged. “If this is some kind of sick joke…”

Adrian stood, his presence looming as he took slow steps toward the bed. “It’s not a joke, Ethan.” He reached for a weird looking device sitting on the bedside table looking like a pair of high-tech goggles. “But don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you, if that can reassure you.”

Ethan thrashed, a fresh wave of terror coursing through him. “No! Don’t you dare! I’ll sue you. You don’t know who you came for. No get your hands away from me. Fuck off, don’t!”

Adrian pressed a firm hand against Ethan’s chest, pinning him down with ease on the soft mattress. “Shhh. Relax. Fighting won’t change what’s coming.” He lifted the headset over Ethan’s face, ignoring the muffled protests. “Just let it happen.”

The world went dark as the device settled in place. At first, nothing but pitch black. Then, a spiral. Slowly turning, hypnotic in its endless motion. A low hum filled his ears, rhythmic, steady, invading his senses.

“Ethan,” Adrian’s voice was different now, calmer, smoother, slipping into his thoughts like silk. “Just breathe. Focus on the spiral.”

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut beneath the headset. “I-I won’t…” but as hard as Ethan tried, his eyes opened and started to focus on the spiral in front of him. He tried to stop listening to Adrian’s voice but he couldn’t. it was like it was speaking directly in his brain. Ethan felt like he was losing his grip on reality and he was terrified about what could happen now. His body started to relax. It felt like thousands of ants were crawling on his legs, getting higher and higher as long as Adrian’s voice was echoing in his ears. Ethan hated how much this sensation was getting harder and harder to fight. It was like he was slowly but surely falling asleep without being able to fight this urge to close his eyes and to listen. “Ethan, I’m going to count from five to zero. With every number, your body will get more and more relaxed. You’ll stop thinking, you’ll feel good and relaxed. When I’ll reach zero, you will fall asleep, but you’ll still be able to listen to me and do everything I tell you to do. Let’s start now, Ethan. Five.” A sudden pressure wrapped around his skull, a weight sinking into his mind. His muscles slackened slightly.

“Four.”

His heartbeat slowed, his mind fogging over, as if something was gently pressing against his thoughts, making them heavier.

“Three.”

His struggles dulled. The spiral pulled at him, luring him into its endless depths. His breaths became shallower, steadier.

“Two.”

A deep warmth spread through his limbs. A strange, heavy calm wrapped around his mind, thick and inescapable. He knew he had to resist, had to fight, but… it felt so much easier to let go.

“One.”

His lips parted slightly. His thoughts drifted, floating like dust in the air. Something inside him frayed, unraveling at the edges. His body was still awake, still bound, but his mind… In a last attempt to ask for help, a faint moan, barely audible, escaped his opened and relaxed mouth. “Please…”

“Zero.”

Ethan’s mind slipped away, sinking into the black void of sleep. His body remained, breathing steadily, waiting.

Adrian leaned down, whispering against his ear, his voice the only thing tethering Ethan to reality. “Good boy.”

Ethan did not react.

Adrian grinned, trailing a finger along Ethan’s cheek. “You hear me, right?”

“Yes, master.” Ethan’s voice was monotone, distant.

“Interesting, the whole Master thing wasn’t planned, but I won’t complain about it” said Adrian with a smile creeping on his manly cheeks. “You will listen. You will obey.”

“Yes, master.”

Adrian took a step back, admiring his new puppet waiting for his orders. “Perfect.” He said as a bonner started to grow the front of his pants.

“Stand up.”

Ethan’s body obeyed without hesitation as Adrian finished to unfastened the restraints.

Like a marionette on strings, Ethan rose from the bed, his movements slow, precise, guided by an invisible force. His vacant eyes stared ahead; his mind still locked away in the depths of obedience. Adrian watched with satisfaction, adjusting his coat before motioning toward the door.

“Follow me and don’t talk to anyone.”

Ethan’s legs carried him forward, his shoes padding against the cold floor. The dimly lit hallway stretched before them, and he moved mechanically, shadowing Adrian’s every step. They exited into the quiet, empty streets, the neon glow of a hidden tattoo parlor flickering just ahead. Adrian led him inside, exchanging a knowing glance with the heavily tattooed man behind the counter.

“This the one?” the tattoo artist asked in a deep rough voice, eyeing Ethan’s blank expression with curiosity.

Adrian smirked. “Yeah. Let’s get started.”

The backroom was small, cluttered with ink bottles and buzzing machines. A single chair sat in the center.

“Get your clothes off and sit down on the chair” said Adrian as he watched Ethan taking his suit off piece by piece until his athletic naked frame was standing still in the middle of the room. Ethan’s body then turned left and sat on the cold leathery chair without moving. “You won’t move no matter what happen. You’ll stay still and you’ll wait for my orders.” Continued Adrian as another vicious smile creeped on the corner of his lips. “Yes master. I will wait for your orders without moving.” Answered Ethan in a monotonous tone. Adrian leaned in, brushing his fingers along Ethan’s forearm. “Time to give you a proper look, Ethan.” “Damn bro, remind me not to piss you off. This dude is gone” said the tattoo artist in a cheerful tone as he grabbed his tattoo gun. “Don’t worry bro. Ethan here is having a special treatment.”

The hum of the tattoo gun filled the air as the artist began his work. Ink soaked into Ethan’s pale skin, swirling into intricate designs, dark and bold. Adrian watched as his canvas took shape. Sleeves covering his arms, ink snaking over his chest, his ribs, his thighs. Black and gray patterns wrapped around his thin frame, etching a new identity and personality onto his flesh.

Hours passed. Ethan’s body sat still, accepting every stroke of the needle without a single flinch. His pristine skin was gone, replaced with artwork that exuded raw masculinity, danger, desire, dominance. Adrian ran a hand over the fresh tattoos, admiring the transformation before turning back to Fernando. “That’s perfect. I just think some more modifications could perfect it all. What do you think?” Adrian said in a cheeky vicious tone as his sight landed on Ethan’s untouched cock and shaved pubes. “I got you!” said Fernando as he turned around to grab a gun looking device. “I knew I could have trust in you!” said Adrian as he fists bumped Fernando gloved hands. In the blink of an eye, Fernando positioned the gun at the tip of Ethan’s cock head and with a syringe and a bit of pressure on the trigger, a loud SNAP resonated in the room as a huge silver Prince Albert was now lodged at the tip of Ethan’s cut cock. Fernando then went higher on Ethan’s body and grabbed his left ear as he Snapped a golden earing on his lobe before doing the same with the right ear. Adrian took a step back to admire Ethan’s tattooed and pierced body. He smiles as he saw Ethan still breathing but disconnected body standing still on the chair, still waiting for Adrian’s next orders. “Step 1 done.” Said Adrian as he started to walk back close to Ethan’s limp body. “Now let’s start Phase 2.” He continued as he grabbed a vial full with a shimmering green liquid in his front right pocket. “Can I borrow you this?” He asked Fernando as he grabbed an empty brand-new syringe sitting on the counter next to him. “Thank you, my friend.” He said as he emptied the full vial inside the syringe.

He tapped the side of the needle, then pressed the tip against Ethan’s arm. “This is where the real fun begins.”

The injection burned as it entered Ethan’s veins. A slow pulse rippled through his body, spreading from his core outward. His muscles twitched, tensing involuntarily. His breath hitched as heat surged beneath his skin, his frame trembling as unseen forces took hold.

Adrian stepped back, watching eagerly. “Can’t wait for you to wake up and see this new you.”

Ethan’s shoulders jerked as his collarbones cracked and widened, his frame forcefully expanding. Muscle swelled beneath his skin, his pale complexion darkening slightly as veins thickened beneath the surface. His arms spasmed, biceps ballooning outward, triceps growing dense with corded muscle. His forearms pulsed as tendons strengthened, his once-slender fingers stretching longer before thickening, his palms roughening into something rugged and powerful. His nails darkened slightly, the tips squared and strong, as if built for labor.

His spine arched violently as his torso grew, his ribs reshaping to accommodate his new bulk. Each vertebra popped in succession, elongating him inch by inch until his feet dangled over the edge of the chair. His chest heaved, expanding outward with each deep, shuddering breath, his pectorals thickening into powerful slabs of muscle. A dusting of hair spread across them, brown curls sprouting and thickening at the center. His abs rippled into sharp definition, each ridge of muscle perfectly sculpted, his obliques cutting deep lines down to his widening pelvis.

His legs then started to crack before getting longer and thicker, his thighs surged with power, tearing the fabric of his skin as muscle bulged outward, letting some stretch marks along the way. His calves tightened, taking on a hardened, athletic shape, while his feet stretched, toes curling as they expanded in size. The skin thickened slightly on the soles, his heels broadening to match his newfound proportions.

Adrian’s smirk widened as Ethan’s groin started to pulse, his cock twitching as the change overtook it. His length shifted, shortening slightly but growing far thicker, veins protruding along what remained of the length. His balls swelled heavier, fuller, resting against his inner thighs with a new weight. The prince Albert got closer and closer to his thickening balls and the skin and muscle around the fresh wound started to heal like the cauterization process had taken place years ago.  His pubic hair darkened, thickened, curling wildly in an unkempt display of masculinity. A rich, musky scent began to rise from his body, sweat forming at his chest, his pits, his groin. Something earthy, raw, undeniably masculine.

Ethan’s face was the last to change. His jawline cracked and restructured, sharpening into something chiseled and strong. His cheekbones grew more pronounced, his nose widening slightly to match his bolder features. His lips swelled subtly, taking on a more natural pout beneath the shadow of his thickening facial hair. His brown eyes fluttered momentarily, shifting in hue; turning a deep, striking shade of steel blue before cooling down into a bluey grey. His once-light hair darkened, roots shifting to a rich, dirty blonde, strands thickening and taking on a slightly tousled, effortlessly rugged appearance. Stubble then started to grow on his new cheeks as his face finished to shift into this new appearance. Ethan’s body then started to spasms and twitch on the chair. His muscles spasming and relaxing again and again. His brand-new tattoos engraved in his flesh started to glow a faint green, the same color as the vial. The stretch marks all over his body that appeared because of the sudden growth started to disappear slowly but surely. And after a couple of minutes, Ethan’s body stood still on the chair, as relaxed as before. But his skin was now a healthy golden hue. All the freshly engraved tattoos were now healed perfectly and his prince Albert Albert was now there for good.

Adrian exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he admired his work. “Damn, Ethan… I have to say, prison did me good, but this?” He smirked, gripping Ethan’s chin and tilting his head to inspect his new face. “This is art. I’m sure you’ll be a favorite!”

Ethan remained still, brain still asleep and trapped in his new changed body, body settling into its new form. Adrian chuckled, dragging his fingers along the thick ridge of Ethan’s bicep before giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re gonna be perfect.”

“Well, I guess we can go now. Thank you Fernando. And as always,…” “Yes I know the song Adrian. You were not here and I haven’t seen you since you got out of jail.” “Thank you my friend.” Answered Adrian as he gave Fernando a stack of money before turning back to Ethan still laying in the chair in his new modified body while Fernando got out of the room. “Now Ethan, get up and put this on!” Adrian said to Ethan’s relaxed body.

Still trapped in a trance, Ethan moved with robotic precision, reaching for the pile of clothes Adrian had laid out for him. A pair of tight, worn-out jeans, their denim stiff with sweat and musk. A black tank top, just as ripe, the fabric clinging to his muscular torso, a pair of well-worn converse shoes and a black and white hat. Lastly, a metal cock ring and a thick buttplug sat on the table. Ethan grabbed them. For the first time since all of this happened. Ethan’s body stood there for a couple of seconds without moving the plug and the cockring in hands. Almost like he was hesitating on putting them on. But only one word from Adrian was enough to put Ethan back into the stated of obeisance. Ethan plunged the plug in his tight ass in one soft move before grabbing his thick short cock, passing his Prince Albert through the ring and then locking it around his girth.

Adrian leaned in close, inhaling the scent of submission clinging to Ethan’s newly transformed body. “Perfect. Now, follow me.”

The night air was thick with the scent of the city as Adrian led Ethan through the winding streets, neon lights flashing in puddles along the pavement. The bass of a distant club thrummed through the ground, growing stronger with each step they took. The entrance was unassuming, just a black door with a crimson light above it, but the moment they crossed the threshold, the world shifted.

Inside, the club pulsed with life. Men, drenched in sweat, bathed in dim lights, moved against each other, their bodies slick with heat and pleasure. The air was thick with the mingling scents of cologne, liquor, and raw masculinity. Ethan followed Adrian through the crowd without question, weaving past wandering hands and hungry eyes, until they reached a private changing room in the back.

Once inside, Adrian locked the door and turned to face Ethan’s waiting body. “Sit.”

Ethan dropped into the chair in the center of the room. His new body was still unfamiliar to him, the weight of his muscles shifting with every small movement. Adrian pulled out his smartphone from his suit pocket, his fingers tapping against the screen.

“This part,” Adrian murmured, stepping closer, “is where I make sure you fell what I felt. Trapped in a jail and forced to be fucked. knowing I wasn't strong enough to break free.”

The spiral appeared on the screen, glowing faintly in the dimly lit room. The moment Ethan’s eyes locked onto it, his body stiffened, his mind immediately drawn into the swirling depths of light. Adrian crouched beside him, whispering into his ear.

“You’ve already come so far,” he cooed. “But now, it’s time to let go completely. Because of you, I have lost five years of my life. And you thought you could go ahead with yours like nothing happened? No… You took five years from me and because of you, jury 28, I was put in jail for five fucking years!! I think it’s only fair to give you a bit of your own medicine. With a bit more for the mental struggle you indulged. That’s what you asked for, remember? Now don’t worry. I’m not a monster. I won’t do anything bad to you. In fact, I think you’ll enjoy your time a lot. In jail we have something we call the biatch. Basically, it’s someone not too muscled, not too strong. And we fucked the shit out of him to get our nerves down, doesn’t matter if he wants it or not. Well, let’s say. I didn’t want it at first. But I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it after a while. At least I hope for you. You were straight, right? Yea not for long anymore … Now listen to me Ethan, from now on, you are not Ethan anymore. You are Joey. The brand-new gay biatch at this club. You’ll come here and dance and get fucked every night for the next five years and after every shift, you’ll come to my apartment and give me the money you made. You love to get fucked by men. For Joey, every cock is a gift and you want to honor them all in any way you are asked. When I or anybody will call you a good boy, you will cum handsfree and it’ll be the best orgasm you ever felt. Also, when someone touches your nipples, you’ll feel like you are fucked by the biggest cock ever in all the right places. It’ll be painfully orgasmic for you. To finish, every time you’ll cum, you’ll fall back into this trance state where you’ll remember your mantra and that Joey is your new reality: I am a gay biatch who loves to get fucked on stage for money. I love cocks. Cocks are my only focus in life. I love to get played with. Now I’m going to count down from five to zero. With every number, you’ll feel those instructions cementing themselves in your brain. When I will reach zero, it’ll become permanently ingraved in your brain. When I say wake, you will wake up from that trance you are in and be mentally free but your body will still belong to me. And when you’ll cum, you’ll go back into a trance like this one where your new personality and identity, Joey, will be the one in control. You’ll be able to feel everything but you won’t have any control in the situation. Say I agree if you understood everything.” “I- I agree m-aster” answered Ethan in a monotone voice interrupted with fear undertones. “Perfect. Let’s starts the countdown then”.

“Five”

Ethan’s muscles tensed as he unconsciously tried to fight it, his jaw clenched as drops of sweat started to form on his forehead.

“Four”

His breath hitched, his pupils dilating as the spiral filled his vision.

“Three”

His body slumped slightly, tension giving way to relaxation, his mind sinking deeper into the void.

“Two”

His lips parted, a soft exhale slipping through. Thoughts slowed. Resistance faded.

“One”

His shoulders dropped, his head tilting slightly forward.

“Zero. Wake up boy.” Ethan’s breath came in short, panicked bursts. His hands trembled as he ran them over his body, his fingers pressing against his foreign skin, his unfamiliar face. “No… no, this isn’t real. This…” He looked up; his eyes wild. “What did you do to me?” Seeing that Adrian was not answering, Ethan repeated, this time screaming louder. “WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT HAPPENED!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!” screamed in panic Ethan as the reflection in front of him mimicked his movement? He tried to get up but his legs weren’t listening. Only his head was able to move. Adrian laughed as he saw Ethan finally taking all the details of his new self. He smiled when he saw tears shining on Ethan’s cheeks before dying in his stubble. “Don’t worry Ethan. I know you are scared but you shouldn’t be. I told you you would have pleasure. And even if I went to jail because of you, I’m not a monster. No, I see myself more like the Karma. You see, you sent me to jail for a mistake I did in my youth, I sent you to jail for something you did, kinda… I’m sure you’ll enjoy this don’t worry.” As he finished saying that, Ethan stood frozen on his chair, impossible for him to slightly move even one of his toes. He was totally at the mercy of Adrian and he hated being so helpless. Adrian got closer and stood behind him, putting his hands on Ethan’s shoulders as he started massaging them cheerfully. Now let’s see what happen if I do… that!’ Adrian said as he moved his hands doesn’t Ethan’s chest in a quick movement and his fingers went pinching with force Ethan’s sensitive nipples. All of a sudden Ethan felt like something huge penetrated his virgin ass. He couldn’t understand what was happening as he didn’t see anyone or anything in the mirror reflection. Just himself, mouth opened and moaning in pain and pleasure as he kept on feeling the sensation going faster and faster. At this moment, he felt his cock getting hard under his jeans only to feel a weird tugging sensation at the base. Adrian went on and opened the fly for Ethan to see that his proudness, his huge cut cock was no way smaller than it used to be. Going from 8 inches hard to only 3 inches now. But worst, he saw something shimmer at its tip. “The fuck!! What have you do-ne… hAaaaaAaAhaaAAA” said Ethan while being interrupted as Adrian pinched his nipples once again. “I told you you would have a good time! But now I think it’s time for you to start your shift.” Continued Adrian as he pinched and twisted Ethan’s nipples one more time, sending a wave of pleasure down his body and making his cock leak one more time. “Please Adrian don’t do that to me. I’m sorry, I was just doing my job I don’t want to feel that and be trapped like that. I don’t want to …” “Good boy” said Adrian as he took a step back from Ethan’s body. Like if something had flicked in Ethan’s mind. His eyes unfocused for a moment as he blinked a bit. Cum started to erupt from his frozen body and splattered on his mirror reflection. His prince Albert moving up and down with every orgasm he felt. Ethan felt everything. His body had betrayed him. He tried to ask for Adrian to free him and turn him back one more time but no sound came out of his mouth. Instead, he was frozen watching his reflection starting to smile and turn his head in Adrian’s direction, smiling even more as he contracted his dick to make his cummy prince albert jump with every movement. Ethan was trapped in his own body, feeling everything but not being able to move. He was trapped.

“You’re mine now, Joey” Adrian whispered. “And I’m going to make sure you repay me for for everything you took from me.” “Don’t be late for your shift. Tonight, you have three private dances and maybe a fourth one if you are fast enough. But I know you love your job, so go ahead and go on stage, good boy!” As he finished his sentence, Joey stood up and started to walk on the stage. His muscled body moving in rhythm with the music as the front of his jeans got soaking wet with his second orgasm. Joey loved his life and serving his boss in this club. He was lucky to have someone like that taking care of him and making sure he was scheduled every night of the week for several months in advance. He loved his life, clueless that a couple of hours ago, he didn’t exist and was a straight lawyer about to break into this industry. Ethan stood frozen feeling his body cumming as he got up to go on stage and started moving his body, showing his ass and dick to every client giving him a five-dollar bills. He hated it all, but he couldn’t do anything. Every time someone called him good boy, he felt his body cum handsfree in his jeans and every time the orgasm receded, he felt Joey getting stronger and stronger. It’s gonna be a tough five years of service.

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"Spirals of Obedience: The Making of a Chav"

Tyler adjusted his gloves, flexing his biceps as he stepped out of the gym. The burn of his afternoon workout still coursed through his veins—just the way he liked it. He had a couple of hours before his shift at tonight’s concert, enough time to shower, eat, and mentally prepare.

Being a security guard for rock concerts wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it paid well, and Tyler liked the intensity. Drunken fans, mosh pits, and rowdy crowds gave him plenty to do. Tonight, he was working for Ambrose, the controversial chav rock star whose concerts were always wild.

By the time Tyler arrived at the venue, the arena was already buzzing with excitement. The crowd packed in tight, chanting Ambrose’s name. The man was a phenomenon—tracksuits, gold chains, and an attitude that screamed untouchable. His voice, rough and commanding, made fans hang onto every word.

Tyler stood at his post near the stage, scanning the crowd. The bass thundered through his chest as Ambrose strutted across the stage, belting out lyrics that sent the audience into a frenzy. Lights flashed, smoke curled through the air, and for two hours, chaos reigned.

When the show ended, Tyler received his usual post-concert assignment: escorting a lucky fan backstage to meet Ambrose. Tonight’s fan was a starstruck young man, barely able to contain his excitement.

“Ambrose himself invited me,” he gushed as they walked down the corridor. “This is unreal.”

Tyler had done this plenty of times, but something about the atmosphere backstage felt… different. The usual noise and bustle were subdued, the air thick with something he couldn’t name.

The door to Ambrose’s lounge opened, and the man himself stepped out. But he wasn’t grinning or throwing out his usual cocky remarks. He simply stared.

Tyler felt it instantly.

Ambrose’s eyes weren’t normal. They were spirals—swirling, mesmerizing loops of motion, drawing him in. They shimmered, pulling him into their depths. Tyler wanted to look away, knew he should…but he couldn’t. Neither could the fan.

The spirals tugged at his mind, whispering something he couldn’t quite hear. His body felt light, his thoughts sluggish. He was vaguely aware of Ambrose stepping closer, speaking in a voice smooth as silk.

“That’s it,” Ambrose murmured. “No need to fight it.”

Tyler barely registered the words. His job, his workout routine, his life—everything faded. Nothing mattered except those spirals.

And then, there was nothing at all.

Tyler woke up the next morning feeling… off. His body felt normal, but his mind was clouded, like he was trying to remember a dream that kept slipping away. Flashes of last night flickered in his head—Ambrose, the fan, those swirling eyes—but it all felt distant, unreal.

Shaking it off, he climbed out of bed and went about his routine. But as he pulled on his usual hoodie and jeans, something nagged at him. His reflection in the mirror looked too plain. Too… dull.

For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about getting a tattoo.

He’d never seriously considered it before, but now, the thought consumed him. Something bold. Something loud. Maybe a thick black tribal pattern, or even Ambrose’s logo—yeah, that’d look sick.

Before he knew it, he was sitting in a tattoo parlor, rolling up his sleeve as the buzzing needle pressed into his skin. The pain barely registered. It felt right.

As the days passed, the urge didn’t fade. It grew.

One tattoo turned into two, then three. His arms filled with designs—bold lettering, thick tribal lines, even a crown on his hand like Ambrose had. The idea of jewelry, too, started to take hold. A heavy silver chain, glinting under the lights, felt like something he needed. And not just one—bracelets, rings, more chains followed. The weight of them felt good, powerful.

His wardrobe changed without him even realizing it. Tracksuits, sneakers, caps—everything Ambrose wore now called to him. And his speech…

At first, it was small. A word here, a phrase there.

“Nah, bruv, that’s mad,” he caught himself saying at work one day.

He never used to talk like that. But it felt natural. Comfortable. Soon, his sentences became littered with slang, his tone shifting. He sounded… different. Chavvy.

And he liked it.

Weeks passed, and the old Tyler faded, replaced by something new. Something better. His body was covered in ink, his neck weighed down with silver, his voice carrying the same cocky lilt Ambrose had.

One night, as he adjusted his newest chain in the mirror, he saw something strange.

For just a second—just a flicker—his eyes weren’t his own.

They swirled.

A deep, mesmerizing spiral.

He grinned.

Yeah. This was who he was meant to be.

When Tyler arrived at work the next weekend, the other security guards did a double take. He strolled into the venue in a sleek black tracksuit with silver stripes down the sides, his thick chain gleaming under the fluorescent lights. His tattooed hands adjusted his cap, and as he smirked at his coworkers, his diamond tooth—when had he gotten that?—flashed under the dull overhead glow.

“Oi, lads, what’s good?” he greeted, his voice carrying a distinct chav drawl. “Gonna be a proper mad night, innit?”

There was an awkward silence.

Mike, a fellow guard who had worked with Tyler for over a year, frowned. “Uh… dude? What’s with the accent?”

Tyler blinked. “Wotcha mean, bruv? Ain’t nuffin’ wrong wiv the way I talk.”

The way he said it was so effortless, so natural—like he’d spoken that way all his life. But Mike and the others weren’t buying it.

“You didn’t used to talk like that,” another guard chimed in, looking him up and down. “And, uh… when did you get all that ink?”

Tyler scoffed, crossing his arms. “Man’s gotta evolve, yeah? Can’t be some dry bloke all me life.”

The others exchanged glances. Mike stepped forward, lowering his voice. “Ty, is everything okay? You’ve changed a lot in just a few weeks. You’re acting like a completely different person.”

Tyler rolled his shoulders, brushing him off. “Bruv, I feel better than ever. Don’t know wot you lot are on about.”

Before Mike could press further, a voice crackled over the radio, calling them to their positions. Tyler grinned.

“Right, time to get to work, yeah?”

The others hesitated, but eventually followed, though the tension remained.

The following week, Tyler found himself staring at his reflection, feeling like something was still missing. The tattoos, the chains, the speech—he was almost where he needed to be. Almost.

That’s when the idea hit him.

By the next day, his hair was clipped into a sharp high-and-tight fade, the sides shaved close to the scalp. The top, however, was dyed a striking electric blue. It was bold. It was loud. It was perfect.

The first time he stepped outside, the stares only made him grin wider.

His transformation was nearly complete.

But deep in his mind, a whisper echoed—smooth, hypnotic, undeniable.

He still wasn’t finished.

Not yet.

Tyler adjusted his newest addition—a row of small, gleaming diamonds embedded just above his right eyebrow. His reflection in the mirror grinned back at him, teeth flashing diamond, his blue-dyed hair perfectly shaped into the high-and-tight style that felt so… right. His tracksuit, crisp and expensive-looking, draped over his heavily tattooed frame. His chains clinked together as he moved.

He was complete. Almost.

The last few nights, he’d dreamt of Ambrose—those spiraling eyes, that voice, smooth as silk, calling him back. He no longer questioned the pull. He no longer fought the whispers in his mind.

Tonight, he wasn’t here to work security. He was here for something more.

When he arrived at the venue, the other guards barely had time to notice him before he veered away from his usual entrance. No uniform. No radio. No earpiece. He didn’t need them anymore.

Instead, he strode straight toward the backstage doors.

No hesitation.

No doubt.

The crew backstage didn’t even try to stop him. They knew.

They had been expecting him.

As Tyler stepped into Ambrose’s private lounge, the air felt thick with something unseen. A low hum vibrated through his chest—not from the concert outside, but from something deeper, something inside him.

And there, waiting for him like a king awaiting his loyal subject, stood Ambrose.

Tracksuit gleaming, chains heavy, grin cocky as ever. But it was his eyes that truly welcomed Tyler.

Those swirling, endless eyes.

“You’re finally here, bruv,” Ambrose said, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Knew you’d come ‘round proper.”

Tyler’s breath hitched as the spirals filled his vision, filling every part of his mind with warmth, with certainty.

There had never been a choice.

He belonged here.

He belonged to Ambrose.

And as he knelt, head bowing instinctively, he heard Ambrose chuckle.

“Yeah, mate. You’re one of us now.”

Tyler grinned.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Oi bruv, listen up!

You feel it, yeah? That pull, that fire inside tellin’ ya you were made for more. Made to be elite. Made to be chav. Ain’t no denyin’ it, mate—this is your callin’.

Ambrose’s crew don’t take just anyone, nah. We take the chosen. The ones ready to level up, drip out in ice, and live like proper kings. You seen the signs—new ink, heavy chains, that fresh trim. You ain’t the same bloke you was, and that’s good, innit?

Come step up. Join the mandem. Feel the power, feel the respect. You’ll get the ice, the status, the life you was always meant to have. No more wastin’ time, yeah?

It’s time to be who you really are.

Get me? Good. Now get in line. Ambrose is waitin’ @findingambrose49

[cletusgold]

Football Field to the Battlefield

(Soldier, military tf)

Many jocks dream of being a famous football player one day, However there are many careers in the world and sometimes having an open mind can help show you that two very different careers aren’t so different after all.

So why don’t you take a moment to write down and consider exactly what you want to do in the future.

Pro Football Player

Being the captain of a pro football team

Following the Coach’s game plan

Daily football drills and training

Building a muscular footballer physique

Entertaining the country and being a rich and famous footballer

Alright boys now let’s take a moment to reflect on your goals and enjoy this spiral for a while.

Pro Football Player Soldier

Being the captain grunt of a pro football team military unit

Following the Coach’s Commander’s game plan orders

Daily football combat drills and training

Building a muscular footballer soldier’s physique

Entertaining Serving your country and being a rich humble and famous obedient footballer soldier

Alright seems like you are ready for your new life it may seem like a drastic change from your original aspirations but I think you’ll make a much better contribution to the world as a hardworking obedient soldier.

[findingambrose49]

Oi, if you need to be mind mashed…feelz proper mint mate.

[jero-2tek]

The Science Club's new pet

[polo-drone-049]

I loved this series that I generated with ai back when i was a PDU. They were inspired by painting movements through out history…i was scrambling, searching, needing something…i am superbly and foremost artistic and creative…forgot which painter I was trying to emulate here but I definitely was feeling the tension of life, work, and conflict as a new transformation was taking shape A CHAFORMATION, Chav Ambrose.

I felt like i was oozing, leaking, melting…i probably was. I was evolving, changing, exploring & playing with new ideas if they worked GREAT, if they didnt no biggie. I wanted to soooo be put back together and the stringent rules of drone life were not ultimately the expression for this creative artistic heart. I really wasnt a great candidate lol! I mean…i like to joke, make fun of, and be sarcastic. It comes from my greek heritage.

It was Brody @brodygold who really & originally created Ambrose when i discovered The Golden Brotherhood here on Tumblr and Ambrose certainly has become something for me that i am very grateful for and enjoy. And of course the tists that mesmerize me too. Glad i work with them.

[goldenherc9]

Followin in me bruvah @findingambrose49 step and Scott is rockin it out CHAVSTYLE! Feelin so fuckin' right and propa mint bruvahz!

Bossin it DIAMOND STYLE, levellin up and breakin out! get ya crafty wank in over Scott, shoot that spunk coz we know ya wanna be like us!

CHAVFORMATION!

[messingwithjocks]

hypnotized trainer told to pull himself away by the ear 😂 😵‍💫👂🤏

[trophy-boy-for-men]

after my workouts I'm generally so spent and relaxed that it would be too easy for you to slip a pair of noise cancelling headphones on my head and brainwash me into anything you want

I'd go under so easily

[omganonymousfox-blog]

Hypno Story "Thinking Pink"

My entry to "The Wrong Roomate" story contest on Gay Spiral Stories. Themes of hypnosis, masturbation, himbofication, jockification, working out, dumbing down, straight-to-bi, iq play, jockstraps, dildos, and romance.

Read it here: https://www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/10009741

[jackstockhypno]

Bodybuilder Genie Jock Hypno for Muscle Growth

Greatest Muscle Hypnosis: https://transfomhypnosis.com

Join the jock hypno chat: https://discord.gg/cH7Rd42

You find a genie.

He is the most ideal and biggest bodybuilder you have ever seen.

As you admire the various parts of his magnificent, hard body, you are granted wishes of muscular growth and size.

You hulk out of the T-shirt with the massive pump and growth with the tightness that comes from a hard pump.

Same with chest, last, quads and bubble butt glutes.

Manhood also grows in size as you desire.

Extreme muscle growth.

Bigger than the genie you admire.

Get some hypnosis for muscle growth.

Let your nice big muscles just relax, that's what jock hypno is often like..

Always be even better than the way I say it.

It can always be even better with hypnosis for muscle growth, even better than the way I say it now.

Allow better and better to appear in your life, and this is a fun way to improve fitness with hypnosis.

As you relax deeper, as you relax, and open your imagination.

Think of what I tell you now, I want you to imagine, that you are walking in a beautiful, full abundant desert.

The perfect place in your mind where you have everything you need, and yet you notice something in the ground, in the sand, it’s a lamp, and you uncover the lamp, notice the lamp now.

What it looks like, what it feels like, a magical, chrome shining lamp.

And it peaks your interest, it entrances you.

You find yourself staring at the lamp, stare at it, stare, become mesmerized by the lamp.

The moment you set your eyes on it you knew that this was for you.

It’s wonderful, so calm, just keep staring, see it, with your minds eye.

As if there’s an eye in your forehead that looks deep into that lamp.

Deep into it, you focus on it and you feel it right in the center of your forehead.

Right there just keep feeling it as it drops you deeper, just keep feeling it as it drops you deeper, as if you have no control over it, and it just simply happens.

Feel it now, experience it, see it enjoy it.

Now I want you to feel that lamp in your hands, feel the magical pull it has on you, the lamp makes you want to rub it, to caress it with the energy from your hands, it calls you to do this.

It beckons you, and you caress the lamp with your hands and the energy makes a deep red mist pour forth from that lamp head.

A fountain head, of energy and abundance, pours out of that like a red light, a red mist, deep red, and the color red entrances you.

That color red entrances you, and soon the red forms the image of a genie.

A deep red Genie that will give you hypnotic muscle growth, see him with all of his muscular power in the shape of the world’s greatest bodybuilder or better, can you imagine what that looks like?

The biggest bodybuilder you’ve ever seen.

He has the most ideal shape possible, in your mind what is the ideal shape?

Because that is exactly what you see.

That’s exactly what you see, a red, deep red genie in all of his power.

He knows what you wish for already, as you admire the various parts of his magnificent, hard body you are granted wishes of muscular growth and size.

Watch as he claps his hands and grants your wish, and you can feel it right now, you feel that you have his body or better.

You have an incredible body, a deep red muscular body.

With the perfect shape, can you imagine what that’s like?

Bodybuilding hypnosis can be made ven more interesting.

Even better than that, vibrant, deep red musucalar growth, feel your body huge now, huge thick, vascular, and sculpted.

Just lay there for awhile and feel the sensation of that.

A really big strong body, isn’t it wonderful to experience this, to let it all go, and just let it come to you?

You can have huge bubble chest, just like you have right now.

Perhaps it may grow even bigger as well, can you feel it now?

Feel it, allow yourself to feel it.

Feel your lats, lateral muscles grow, expand, expanded laterals with bodybuilding hypnosis.

Perhaps you could notice just how big your manhood has become.

You have very large manhood, long, thick, almost muscular veiny vascular, full and thick.

Feel all of that in the perfect size or bigger now.

You love jock hypno.

Feel it happening, that’s right, allow that to happen.

Big, thick, long, just lay there for a moment, and feel.

You will allow extreme muscle growth.

[jackinhofejr]

Hearing a knock at his door, Randy opened it. He was still in his baseball uniform as he’d come straight from practice. He reached out to shake his guest’s hand. “Hey Bud, thanks for coming over to help me study. This class is the last credit I need to graduate and it’s been kicking my ass. I need to ace this final or I’m here another semester.” Luckily he spotted Bud, the needledick sophomore in his Decision Science for International Relations class. Any 19-year old sophomore taking a senior level poli sci course had to be smart.

“No problem, Randy. Happy to help.” Bud walked in and set his notebook and pencil down on Randy’s desk.

“Go ahead and grab a seat. I just need to change real quick. I came straight from practice.” Randy walked to his closet and peeled off his baseball jersey and pants. He noticed that Bud couldn’t take his eyes off his abs. Maybe there was time for some fun before they got to studying! Randy feigned an injury and sat down. “Hey Bud, I pulled a muscle sliding into home at practice today. I hate to ask, but can you help me get these stockings off?” Randy knew the moment Bud came in contact with his sweaty socks, his pheromones would make Bud his slave. Randy hadn’t found anyone, male or female, who could resist his musk.

“Whatever.” Randy was sitting in just his tighty whiteys and his baseball stockings on the sofa. Bud pulled his chair to the sofa, and Randy made a show of trying to lift his ‘injured’ leg. Bud quickly yanked the stocking off his foot and said “Next!”

Randy then held out his other leg and Bud quickly removed the other stocking.

“Thanks Bud, you’re a big help. Hey, while you’re holding that foot, why don’t you massage it for me? Really dig your thumbs into that arch.” Against his better judgment, Bud found himself working over Randy’s foot with his hands. It was damp with sweat and smelled faintly sweet.

“Thanks man, that’s great. Why don’t you go ahead and give that foot a tongue bath. Wash it up reeeeal good.”

“What? No, that’s fucking disgusting!” Despite his protests, Bud found his mouth sucking on Randy’s big toe, then his tongue slid down to Randy’s heel. As he flicked his tongue in between Randy’s toes, he wondered how long Randy would keep this up. They were supposed to be studying!

“That’s great Bud, thanks. You know, I see you can’t take your eyes off my abs. Why don’t you come closer and lick them clean next?”

“No. Why would I do that?” Once again, Bud found himself unable to resist Randy’s suggestion. He got on his knees between Randy’s legs and started to massage Randy’s abs with his tongue, paying special attention to his belly button. The salty residue of Randy’s sweat that had pooled there was intoxicating.

As he continued to lick and nibble Randy’s abs, he could see that Randy’s cock was stretching the fabric of his tighty whiteys.

“Hey Bud, while you’re down there, why don’t you massage my sweaty balls?” Bud did as he was bidden and as he massaged Randy’s balls, he could see Randy’s cock leaking prejac through his briefs.

“Yeah Bud, that’s great. Yeah.” Randy had to be sure Bud was absorbing enough of his musk that he wouldn’t resist what was coming next.

“OK Bud, I’m gonna need you to get your clothes off.”

“I’m not stripping for you, asshole.” Bud had kicked off his shoes and his jeans fell to the floor before he even realized he had unzipped them. Next down were his boxer briefs. Then he pulled his shirt over his head. That knocked off his glasses, and he bent to pick them up.

“No, leave your glasses. You look so cute without them.” Bud gave him a look of disgust, but of course he did as he was told. Now for the pièce de résistance. Without getting up, Randy slipped his briefs off, freeing his hard cock from its prison.

“OK Bud. I’m gonna need you to ride that cock until I cum.”

“Fuck, no. Fuck. You.” Bud straddled Randy’s crotch on his knees as Randy leaned back on the sofa.

“That’s it, Bud. Now guide my cock into your hole.” Bud continued his verbal protests, but did as commanded. He was even getting hard from the stimulation.

“You’re doing great, Bud. Now fuck yourself on my cock!” Bud settled into a rhythmic bounce, grinding into Randy’s cock each time he relaxed, then contracting his thighs to ride up again.

“Oh fuck Bud that feels amazing! Keep going!” Bud of course, complied. Wanting more stimulation, Randy put his hands behind his head. “Yeah Bud, while you’re riding me, I want you to lick my sweaty pits!”

Randy’s armpit hair was wet and matted, but Bud couldn’t resist. He hungrily lapped up Randy’s pitsweat.

“Oh yeah Bud, oh yeah! That’s fucking incredible! Oh! Oh! I’m about to cum. Cum with me!” As commanded, Bud sprayed his jizz all over Randy’s chest as Randy filled his hungry hole. Randy tried to embrace Bud into a passionate kiss, but Bud turned his head. “Kiss me, you little fuck!” Bud turned his head back and assaulted Randy’s mouth with his tongue. Randy thrust into him a couple more times to be sure he’d drained every last drop.

“Thanks Bud, that was awesome. Now get your clothes on and get out. We’ll study another time.”

Randy sat huffing and puffing while Bud put his clothes back on.

“You are a sexy little fuck, aren’t you?”

“Whatever you say Randy. I’ll come over to help you study later. Just get your uniform back on and forget I was here.”

Bud grabbed his notebook and walked out. Outside Randy’s dorm room, he smiled. Dumb jocks are so easy to manipulate!

Bud reached into his pocket and pulled out the bottle of purple serum he’d concocted. There was still half left. He squirted some onto his hand, and then rubbed his palms together.

Then he knocked on Randy’s door. Randy opened it and reached out to shake hands, absorbing a large dose of the serum. “Oh hey Bud, thanks for agreeing to tutor me. I really need to pass this class! Come on in.”

[helloblobbyblobfish]

Hypnovember day 16: Servant/master

This prick over here is named Chad. I'm serious. Chad King. I honestly would feel bad if the guy didn't own up to the stuck-up vibe such a name evokes.

Anyway, I'm sure you all know the story. Straight asshole jock bullies gay nerd; well, I'm another football player, but it was still close enough; bullied victim gets revenge by hypno. The classics are retold over again and again for a reason. Simple. Satisfying. Sexy. Something else that begins in s.

In my case, it was that sweet little gadget-watch my inventor uncle came up with before rising through the ranks of the company who had previously fired him for moral reasons. Uncle Jared always uses the same passwords. Opening his files and then his safe was super-easy, and with his newly found wealth, he had no problem “sharing” the secret of his success and giving me an improved version of the watch.

Now, I literally own the King family. The contract they signed wouldn't hold in a court of law, of course, but we all found it hot that we ritualized my dominion on them.

Chad especially is finding himself so happy to be spanked then fucked by daddy dearest each day before following me around as my manservent. I even had him abandon his designer clothes for cheaper preppy clothes, and he has an almost-decent British butler accent now.

The rest of the team is too focused on sucking me to care about the odd changes in their loser former leader. 

Life is good, hey? I knew you would see things my way when I showed you my uncle's gift. No way my former boyfriend isn't joining Chad’s place at my beck and call. Yeah, I knew you would agree, babe. Now go polish my shoes.

-

@mathhypnostories

[findingambrose49]

It's all about bossin' up to diamond bling, innit, bruv? Oi, let’s be real, bein’ Ambrose is mint, innit?

Proper loads of blokes keen to get in on the action. Everyone’s tryna be like him, wanna be his mate.

Proper raunchy, innit? Everyone just wants to chill in the same gaff as him, ya know?

If you fanceh chillin' with Ambrose, you best get yourself to diamond level, innit?

’E gets ya all hot under the collar, don’t ’e? Nuff fink you’re ’bout to have a cheeky wank... so go on, have a crafty wank and splash it just like Ambrose, innit!

CHAVFORMATION

[polo-drone-049]

10000 likes! THANKS for TEN THOUSAND especially @musclehole33 … sounds hot bro.

Also thanks to my tists Sir @gymspirationjocks and favorite ride @hypnogear gold bro Phoenix @polo-drone-071