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mass cop conversion
After a successful field test, Officers Bradley, Johnson, Miller, and Phillips were sitting inside their vehicle. It was a pretty exhausting day, doing multiple fitness tests, shooting exercises, and reviewing tactical guidelines.
They are on their way back to the station on a vacant road through the forest, a little outside of town. Bradley has been sitting in the passenger seat right next to his partner for 3 years, Johnson, who's sitting behind the steering wheel. The other two officers are sitting in the back, both of them browsing their phones. He exchanged a knowing look with his partner before shaking their heads and smiling.
As two senior officers, they had to teach the greener cops how to act, what to do, and what to say without causing too much trouble. It was working quite well, but at times, the rookies, especially Phillips, were a bit too enthusiastic.
After a long day at work, Bradley was barely able to keep his eyes open; luckily, he wasn't the one driving. Yet, as he rests his head against the seat behind him, he spots a little bright light shining through the woods.
"That's odd." He growled, drawing Johnson's attention.
"What?" His partner asked before turning his head as well.
Both of them watch the light shine brighter, illuminating more and more of the forest ground.
Now, even the rookies turned their heads, and all four men watched the light approach them, bewildered, before Johnson stopped the car.
"What are you doing?" Miller asked, his voice shaking slightly.
"It could be something worth investigating." Bradley said, looking at his partner.
But then, before any of the officers could react, the light widened even more, engulfing their entire vehicle in a bright, white light.
"What the fuck?" Bradley said, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, as all the others did the same.
Through his fingers, he was able to see a big, shadowy figure approach their car from the front, clearly the source of this bright light.
"Fuck this." Johnson grunted, hitting the horn of the car in frustration.
"Who is this motherfucker?" Phillips groaned, trying to get a better look at the source of light as well.
Shaking his head, Bradley reached for the door, but before he could open it, a weird feeling spread through him.
The air all around them grew thicker, so heavy that it got so much harder to breathe properly. A burning sensation spread across Bradley's skin and eyes; clearly, it wasn't some ordinary light.
"Fuck." Miller groaned as well, and Bradley turned his head to the other officer's. Just by their expression alone, he knew they were feeling the same thing.
With his hands shaking, he reached for the door again, but the pressure on his body just got way worse. Something was pushing him back—some invisible force causing their bodies to stay in place.
"We need....to get out." Bradley's body was pressed against the seat, and he couldn't move a muscle; instead, his body tensed more and more due to the pressure put upon it.
"I can't.." Johnson said breathlessly, obviously feeling the same. "What is this?" His face grimaced in pain, and his voice broke, ending in a silent moan.
Bradley turned his head to find his partner leaning back against the seat, breathing very quickly. Both of his hands are on his chest, clawing at his clothes. He could tell that he was barely able to breathe.
At this time, his breath quickened rapidly as well. As Bradley tried to regain his composure, he looked at the rookies through the rear view mirror, just to see them in a similar state. Phillips looked even worse, sweating and panting heavily while also clawing at his tight uniform. The temperature inside the car rose as well, causing their predicament to feel even worse.
Both rookies looked at him, seemingly asking for help, but there was nothing he could do.
"It's going to be fine." He growled, trying to make the rookies feel at ease, even though he didn't even know what was happening to them.
Bradley shook his head but was unable to avoid the light. His face flushed with color as his skin heated up even more.
Subconsciously, he started to tug at his clothes and his vest, and he somehow managed to remove his helmet, making it a little easier to breathe, just for a second. It dropped to the floor, but the pressure on his chest intensified again.
The light was shining ever so brightly right inside their eyes, but there was something else, something much more dangerous, inmidst those beams of light—another, invisible beam, a force echoing through the entire vehicle.
Just then, Bradley noticed some sort of sound—music or a speech—echoing through the entire car as well. He couldn't understand a word; he just felt a rhythm invading his mind.
"What is that?" He growled, still breathing so fast.
In response, Phillips let out a low moan, with his voice so rough.
The car was rocking slightly, something neither officer had experienced before.
Bradley closed his eyes, all of him focusing, trying so hard to get control, to move, to get out of this car, yet something was stopping him—something now crawling into his mind.
Images appeared—so many different, weird images: men on their knees, men made to serve, men made to obey.
It struck something deep inside him: the sound, the rhythm, that blinding light—all of it was putting so much pressure on his body and mind.
As waves of electricity pulsated through every fiber and every bone of his body, his muscles were the first to react.
Bradley's body grew hard; his muscles bulged against the fabric of his uniform, causing his vest to act as more of a restraint than actual protection.
Unaware, he was now stroking himself, running a hand across his chest firmly through his vest and uniform shirt while trying to calm himself down and steady his breaths.
"Fuck." He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked through the rear-view mirror once more.
Shocked, he saw both rookies doing the same, but even more: Phillips and Miller were leaning back against the seats, stroking their own chests with both of their hands. Their faces were plagued by pain and pleasure, with their expressions shifting rapidly.
Both officers let out low moans as their bodies slowly reacted to their strokes. Their bodies moved in sync with the strokes and sensual movements.
Bradley himself intensified his strokes, feeling all of his muscles tense more and more.
As much as it was terrifying, something deep inside him found this alluring, but that wasn't him. It was a thought planted in him by that invisible, indoctrinating force.
"What is happening?" He cried out before a low groan escaped his lips. Barely able to move, he turned his head to see Johnson already one step ahead.
His partner's face looked pain-ridden, looking right into the bright light. He was stroking himself firmly beneath his vest, feeling himself, and touching himself so lovingly.
Bradley didn't understand what was happening to them, but his body was oddly into it. He could tell his member was hard already. Either due to the sight of the other officers or the pressure put on his body, he couldn't tell.
Just then, when he turned his face back into the light, his head grew so heavy. It was burning his eyes and, at the same time, invading his mind.
Panting, he struggled to keep his eyes open while his mind was flooded with more images and more thoughts of simple obedience.
This time, however, he saw himself as the obedient one. He was down on his knees, right next to this man he only knew as "sir".
He was wearing a similar uniform, but his hands were cuffed behind his back. It was tight—it hurt a little—but he didn't mind. The man touched him lovingly—his cheeks, neck, and down to his thick chest—and it felt so good.
At the same time, one of his hands ran down his chest, right to his thighs, and between his legs. Bradley was growing so hard and so fast, and a sudden warmth began to engulf his chest.
Like a flower, it bloomed inside his chest and spread rapidly. His whole upper body tingled, and his breathing got out of control. Bradley moaned in ecstacy, leaning his head back once more.
His eyes rolled back into his head, turning white, while the tingling sensation flowed through him—into his arms, hands, and even into his fingertips. They felt numb, yet he experienced so much pressure and pleasure—his clothes were restraining him, however.
He tried to tear his clothes apart as all of his muscles grew bigger and harder, straining the fabric of his now-tight uniform.
Bradley was struggling to keep a sane mind; it was surreal. He managed to steady his head, but his eyes were so heavy.
Unable to speak, more moans escaped his lips, and when his eyes fell on those two rookies again, he groaned.
The young officers were experiencing the exact same thing. Both of them were touching themselves firmly through their uniforms. Their dicks were tenting visibly, with Phillips already staining his clothes either with his sweat or his cum.
They moaned and thrusted a few times, experiencing pure pleasure. Their eyes too rolled back a few times as their rough and husky voices filled the air all around them.
This encouraged Bradley to touch himself through his pants as well. His cock was larger than ever before—it was pressing against his pants, visibly even through his underwear and uniform—and he felt all of him growing even harder by the second.
Bradley was sweating heavily now as the air all around him grew even thicker, filled with the moans and groans of the other officers. The smell was even worse; all men were sweaty already, yet this was different. As some were leaking, it's smell mixed with the other bodily fluids.
Bradley closed his eyes, trying his best to block these thoughts, smells, and noises, but all he saw were more images of him being a mere plaything.
The man was demanding more, so his body flexed hard. He did everything to please him. And the same command entered his mind over and over again.
"Obey."
Part of him wanted to obey, to give in, yet he had to push it back to regain control over himself again.
Fighting back, shaking his head, and trying to thrash around, Bradley turned to Johnson, who was looking at him as well. Both men were touching themselves and their cocks firmly, but they tried hard to stay focused.
Johnson was looking for help—a release—but neither of them could move even an inch. They were struggling so hard but failed. Whatever was happening shouldn't be happening, was all they could think.
But the now-comforting warmth kept spreading into every corner of their bodies, making it so much harder to not just give in. Their minds were invaded once again—even more images of simple, blissful obedience.
Bradley steadied himself against the seat, one hand firmly grabbing his own cock, the other on his chest, stroking himself lovingly.
The warmth entered his thighs and legs and flowed into his toes, causing the numbing, tingling sensation to become more intense. His body moved on its own, spreading his legs to make more space for his large member and his hands running along its ever-growing shaft.
For one last time, he looked into the rear-view mirror.
In horror, he saw both officers giving in to this phenomenal feeling; Phillips and Miller were touching each other, stroking each other's chests firmly. Their gazes were empty, just looking straight ahead, while their expressions kept shifting—pain and pleasure—again and again.
He watched their hands encompass each other's bodies: chests, thighs, necks, biceps, and pecs. All while they growled, moaned, and groaned in unison.
Holding back a painful moan, he suddenly felt a hand on his chest—his partner's hand. Johnson started to stroke him gently.
"What are you?" Bradley turned his face to look at the other officer, who was looking into the bright light, his face red yet unbothered.
He tried to fight back, but something deep inside him was enjoying this. "Don't," he begged, but Johnson didn't reply; however, he moaned instead, still looking right into the light.
This sparked something inside Bradley's chest: the urge to be touched and be fondled with by another man. He saw the images again—how good it felt to be touched like that, to be obedient.
"Fuuck." He moaned deeply, loving the firm hand touching him, stroking him, and playing with his nipples through the thin fabric of his uniform.
Instinctively, he reached out as well, and once his fingertips touched Johnson's chest, his dick grew even harder.
He never thought of touching a man like that before, especially his partner or any other officer, but it just felt so good.
Bradley loved how this man's body reacted to the simplest touch—how hard his muscles and tight his clothes were.
He turned his face into the light and acted simply on command.
Both officers were touching each other, feeling each other, and enjoying each other's bodies.
It felt like the tingling sensation was following their every move as their bodies shifted slightly.
The officers eyes were unfocused; now vacant, all of them stared into the light when a single thought flooded their minds.
"Obey. Cum and obey. Cum and obey."
Simultaneously, the four men reached down for each other's rock-hard cocks, stroking them through their pants at first.
Sweating, they started to drool heavily as more and more moans escaped their lips.
One by one, they struggled to unbutton their uniform pants, but after a few failed attempts, they succeeded.
As Johnson pulled out Bradley's wet, hard cock, he instantly started to play with it. All the others did the same, wrapping their hands around each other's dicks and moving their hands up and down their lengths.
It just felt so good to be touched like that, causing them to let out satisfied groans.
Bradley bit his lower lip, holding back, yet his low guttural growl echoed through the car, followed by similar noises from the others.
While their cocks were being fondled with, they stroked their own chests again, and the tingling feeling entered their necks and minds.
All of them grew weaker, yet their strokes became firmer.
Their hands moved to an unseen and unheard rhythm, and all four cops were edging already.
It wouldn't take long for them to fulfill their duty.
"Serve. Cum and obey."
Miller's cock was the first to give in to the pressure. He shot load after load, covering not only Phillip's hands but their clothes with his precious, hot cum.
His moans filled the air, followed by Johnson, then Phillips. All of them were cumming simultaneously, and the smell of cum and sweat was undeniable.
With one final stroke, Bradley gave in to that tingling as well. As his cock erupted, his mind was drained of everything.
He couldn't think or speak; he just moaned again and again.
Bradley's beautiful eyes were vacant, unfocused, and dull, just like the others'.
With every load and every ounce of cum leaving their bodies, more and more of their will, their resilience, and their minds were drained. Replaced with only one thought.
Obedience.
They sat there for what felt like hours, but it was mere minutes.
The light turned off, and several shadowy figures approached the vehicle. They watched through the windows and found four cops—mere empty husks, empty and ready for further programming.
Their clothes were stained with sweat, cum, as they kept drooling as well.
The doors opened, and a young man, seemingly enjoying this sight very much, smirked.
"The first stage is complete." He said that and reached for Officer Bradley's chest, touching him and stroking him firmly, but the cop didn't react.
"Good boys." The man patted his chest and looked at four other men doing the same.
"Take them for further experiments." The man took a step back.
"Yes, sir."
He watched four bulky men dressed in black leather pull those four cops out of the car—a sight to behold.
Their dicks were hanging out of their pants; all of them were covered in sweat and cum—a debilitating smell. Their eyes were empty, and even though they were thick, muscular men, they didn't fight back.
The officers were carried toward the other vehicle and out into the back.
With one last smile, the young man looked at them before closing the back doors.
#tf story#male hypno#male hypnosis#male domination#male transformation#hypno story#gay hypno#cops under control#hypno cops#cop slave#gay mind control#male mind control
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Today I almost embraced my inner hypno cash dom 🥵 🔥 🌀
If I did so many good boys would be helpless. So easy to surrender and be owned.
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Have you ever had a random memory just suddenly pop into your head? Devon certainly has. Sometimes, he remembers a time when we was a human, with free will who could make his own decisions. Occasionally, when this memory comes back into his head, he tries his best to come back to humanity, to be himself again. Every time this does happen however, the collar on his neck picks up the increased brainwaves and acts accordingly. Before he can even attempt to walk on two legs, or speak real words, the collar, as well as the plug buried in his ass at all times, begins to vibrate. The pleasure of the vibrations begins to take over his mind until the memory is buried deep into his subconscious and once again, he is reduced to a happy, playful pup, whose only concerns are playing with his ball and sucking on his master’s thick, juicy bone. Each time this happens he falls deeper into obedience and submission, feeling nothing but happiness and pleasure in serving his master as his personal fuck pup.
art by @noisywolfdelusion
#brainwash#brainwashing#gay hypnosis#hypnosis#hypnotized#mind control#gay hypno#gay#gay brainwash#pup
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Someone make me like this~
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The only thing i want sometimes is to have a boyfriend who train and hyonotized me to be his loyal, obedient and dumb puppy. I want to obey himceven when I'm so dumb and stupified to do anything right at all, to be praised for the smallest achievements. The life of a good boy is simple, but happy and horny yet.
#hypnosis#hypnotized#hypno pet#gay hypno#mind control#brainwashing#male mind control#mind conditioning#mindfuck#pls i need it
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I was waiting but here is the official last story for this blog at least for now.
The Tactical Revision Part 1
It is ridiculous for me to get a phone call at 4 pm my time, finally picking it up to hear him once again even though I did not want to do so and I his voice so soft but books up a bit into my ears.
He coos telling me he is across the street on the side of my house because he wants to meet me finally and I sigh getting dressed to head out side to meet him as I walk down the stairs.
I exit my apartment a building door heading down two side walk as I head to the side of the building and I pass my building on to the next two blocks and that is where I see him in his glory.
My goodness six foot four, muscle bound and in a two hounded and fifty pounds I am utterly amazed and licking my lips in a fit of glory and I stand still checking him fork head to toe.
He waves at me this muscle is actually shy in both his voice, tone and especially his facial expression and he winks at me in utter excitement as I wait for the car to pass and then run over.
Opening his arms he wraps them over my shoulders yanking me in to his body as I pat his back and he knows that I am in charge as he refuses to let me go but I push him away.
He stops cold staring down at me as I am pointing toward the car seat as he plops it the side for me as I enter and he joins me on the driver seat side as he waits for me to instruct him.
I command him to turn on the ignition as he was ordered driving off to the hotel I tell him to get a room at and he walks through the door to the elevator and stepping on to it before he zooms up.
The text rings on my cellphone as I follow to the room going up to the fourth floor with a smile as the door cracks to the side and we are soon all alone as he kisses me slowly his lips stir.
I shove him off to the side pinning him on to the door with my body pressing on to his massive muscular body and I can see him checking me out from head to toe his heart is up.
It races after a quicker speed beating up of it all, his hands go crazy continuously move throughout and he knows it is over for him no matters what and calming him down once more.
My lips match his mash our lips together as we make out a bit feeling him up as he is squirming a bit and he juts under my body knowing he wants me he begs me to fuck him.
Rolling my eyes I brush past him walking to the window avoiding his face but staring out of the glass and he makes his move grabbing my shoulders facing me so he can force me.
His eyes bare down in to mine bleeding even more all I know is had to have him using my foot to kick him in to a chair and lift my leg sitting on his lap and begin to kiss him at steady pace.
His body melts onto the chair as he cannot resist me barely holding on, his eyes follow me as I lift my hand in to the air as I snap it and he his head falls to his chin with eyes rolling to he is clothes.
Clapping my hands in excitement I rise to my feet standing up towards the sky look down at him and with a creepy smile I begin to undo his shirt throwing it in to the air I am absolute in all.
On my instructions he sit up ready obey all I say to him he, his eyes pop open a he stares at me mindlessly and I take aim beginning to construct his downfall by setting his mind up to fail.
His eyes lite up then grow dim following my voice as he walks to a door in a white room taking the knob and opening it up he walks in and begins to descend the staircase in to his oblivion.
“It’s ok Ben! Relax”
“Keep counting”
“Don’t bother with anything else “
“No one else matters “
“I am all you hear and know “
“Imagine time rolling back”
“Your skin begins to peel”
“Pulling back “
“Unleashing skin”
“Time comes back “
“Till the shell it gone”
“You are at your core “
“Yes at my core “
“Listen to me carefully “
“YES!”
“You trust only me”
“Only you “
“I am always right”
“Put out your right hand”
“My hand touches yours”
“Grip it tightly “
“I am imprinting on you “
“You can’t escape me”
“Mmmm…I can’t…escape you “
“Jay you need to let go “
“You need to release “
“You succumb to me”
“My words are intoxicating “
“I won’t hurt you “
“I won’t lead your wrong “
“Let’s spin back in to time”
“When I kiss you your whole world will change “
“YES!”
“My lips will set you on fire and free”
“Kiss me”
“You will completely erase”
“Erase?”
“YES!”
“Oooohhhh…MY…GOD”
“Kiss me please “
“Master! I beg you “
“Shut up!”
“Mmmmmmm”
“Fuck!”
“Fucking Fuckity fuck”
“Yyyyuuuummmm”
“Oh Master!”
“I love you “
“Who are you ?”
“Whoever! You want me to be”
“Good boi”
“Who am I?”
“My slave Jay”
“Oh yeah!”
“You are my property “
“Sir Yes Sir”
“You do as I say”
“No questions asked air”
“Good boi”
“Mmmmmm”
“Fuck!”
“What?”
“I love you sir “
“What is your purpose?”
“To serve you”
“How boi?”
“As you like”
“Mind, body and soul”
“With everything I have”
The end
#ben affleck#hypnosis#hypnotic love#gay hypno#gay mind control#straight to gay#manipulation#reprogramming#voice in my head#voice induction#hotel room#hypno slave#hypno submission#mind control slaves
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My brother-in-law was your typical meathead type. Rude, loud, annoying; I was never the biggest fan of his attitude. So when my sister suggested I keep him company when she took my mother shopping I wasn't too pleased. That was until I realized I could try my new toy. My neural dampener was designed to make anyone who saw it extremely suggestible. All I had to do was mount it on the TV while the football game was on and he was completely brainless in minutes. I turned him into my happy horny sex slave and made use of the only part of him that was worth anything. That gorgeous body.
Now he's much better behaved, and I don't mind keeping him company so much when my sister takes mom shopping.
Full picture here:
https://twitter.com/Hesakillerqueen/status/1689010043822411777?s=20
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are there any dudes making those subby hypno videos or do i have to be the first one?
#the hypno tag is like only women. and i like women yoo dont get me wrong!!!#but im a huge fag too#hypnosis#ftm hypno#ftm nsft#mlm nsft#gay hypno#cosmic mumbles
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Serve - Soldier slave
Private Anderson was called into the medical center. The new medical officer wanted to examine all the new recruits personally, but it was Anderson's third appointment this month.
"Just doing some tests." The doctor said every time, and all the other cadets are bound to have multiple tests done as well.
Even though Anderson always felt a weird tingling sensation seeing the medical officer, he couldn't just refuse to see him.
He opens the door and steps inside, with the doctor's back turned toward him.
"I'm here, sir, private Anderson." The young soldier stutters, the tingling already intensifying at his fingertips.
"Oh, private. Good. Sit down, will you?" The doctor smiled and motioned for a bed right next to the grey wall.
With a heavy stomach, Anderson sat down and looked around. The usual doctor's office appeal is sterile yet comfortable.
A chemical smell hovered in the air all around him—nothing unusual, yet burning his nostrils slightly.
"How are we feeling today?" The doctor smiled warmly, putting on surgical gloves.
"Im alright." Anderson nodded politely.
"Good." The doctor nodded too. "Let us begin."
He grabbed a stethoscope from the table next to him while Anderson fixed his posture. He stretched his chest and lifted his shirt for the doctor to check his breathing.
"Just focus on your breathing; take deep breaths, remember?"
"Yes sir."
Anderson said that and kept breathing steadily. He focused on a bright white light from across the room and felt the cold metal on his chest. At the same time, he felt hands on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"Now, just like before."
The doctor said, and Anderson nodded. He started to count down from ten to five with every deep breath he took as the tingling spread further through his arms and right into his chest.
5.
His voice was a little huskier already, almost a growl.
4.
Anderson's eyes grew heavy as the tingling wandered through his legs and into his feet.
3.
He was barely able to keep a straight face. The light in front of him started spinning, switching colors, and moving closer yet farther away.
2.
The young soldier swallowed hard, unable to keep his eyes open any longer.
1.
Now swaying, his entire body felt heavy, numb, and hard.
"Sleep, cadet."
The doctor's face was now right in front of his as he breathed into his mouth. With a low, long moan, Anderson's head sank down to his chest, his limps slumping to his sides, but the doctor smirked happily.
"Very good." He said it quitely.
"Can you hear me, private?" Anderson lifted his head slowly and opened his eyes.
"Yes, sir." He said it with glassy, vacant eyes.
"Good. Then let's begin." The doctor started his actual examination.
He began to feel the soldier's chest firmly—his pecs, abs, arms, and shoulders.
"Flex and get hard, private." He demanded, and without hesitation, Anderson raised both of his arms and flexed.
All of his muscles were encouraged to grow hard, bulging against his now-tight uniform.
"Good boy." The doctor said that and felt his chest again and again, enjoying himself very much.
"Youve been doing well, I heard." He said it proudly. "No surprise."
Licking his lips, he slid one hand under the shirt, running his fingers across the tight yet soft skin again and again. Anderson started drooling, reacting to the slightest touch.
"Thank you, sir." He said it with a derpy smile.
The doctor felt his arms now and smirked once more. He then focused on the soldier's neck, stroking him lovingly before tracing the jawline with his fingers. The man placed a hand on Anderson's face, traced his wet lips with his thumb while still stroking his chest, playing with his hard nipples, and running a finger through the tangible abs with his other hand.
"I love that look in your eyes." He muttered under his breath, staring into the young guys foggy eyes before leaning in and brushing his lips across the soldiers'.
"You're ready for the next step." The doctor moved back and placed a hand on Anderson's neck, holding him gently.
"Sleep, Anderson. Go even deeper now." After a short break, his eyes rolled back before he closed them, and the medical officer could gently lay him down.
In a hushed tone, the man put him down softly, making sure not to hurt Anderson. Then he resumed touching his chest, even firmer than before. His chest was tensed, and every fiber inside his body was on edge, tingling. The private was moaning under his breath, making deep guttural moans with his voice barely escaping his lips.
The doctor then ran a hand to the soldier's thick bulge forming inside the camo pants. In one quick motion, he unbuttoned them and slipped his hand inside, feeling Anderson pulsating, still growing cock firmly.
The soldier's body reacted right away. He moved slightly and groaned, taking several deep breaths.
"Good boy." He leaned in to whisper into his ear, right into his mind.
"Youre mine, private. And mine alone."
Anderson moaned and opened his eyes just barely.
"Show me you understand."
The soldier dick grew bigger inside the doctor's hand, pressing against the fabric of his briefs. The man moved his hand up and down the ever-growing shaft until it started to leak.
"Very good." The medical officer started to stroke Anderson's cock but also his chest, flooding the soldiers minds with pure pleasure.
He's already conditioned to grow harder and harder when touched by his master, but this just made the conditioning so much smoother.
The more he stroked him, the more his body reacted. He shifted his body weight from left to right, softly purring amid the guttural groans. His breath quickened more and more, much to the doctors amusement.
"You like it when I touch you, don't you?" He smirked, and Anderson swallowed hard again.
"Yes, sir."
"You will always get hard like this when I touch you, private."
"Yes sir." The soldier moaned in agreement.
"You will get closer and closer to the edge, but you won't be able to cum."
Anderson grimaced, and his body got stiff and rigid. He was close to the edge already, but there is still room.
Painful moans escaped his mouth, one by one, and he, subconciously, grabbed himself as well. Desperate attempts to release that pressure.
The doctor just giggled at this.
"Now. I will be the only one to make you cum."
With a firm pull, he moved the rock hard, and its tip erupted simultaneously. The soldier moaned breathlessly, and his briefs got stained with his steaming cream.
"My, my." The doctor pulled his hand out of the pants and pats the patient's chest firmly. "We were eager today."
Gently, he fixed Anderson's uniform and ordered him to sit up.
"I want you to change and take a shower. Then, its time to go for a run, private."
The soldier nodded. "Wake up." With a long guttural moan, his eyes regained their focus.
He blinked a few times before he locked eyes with the doctor.
"Were done for today. A couple more tests, just to be sure." He placed a hand on Anderson's shoulder, who placed a hand at his crotch, probably feeling the wet spot all around his still bulging cock.
"Okay, sir."
"Now go." The doctor nodded toward the door, and with further hesitation, Anderson left the room.
#male on male#male hypno#male tf#male domination#male transformation#male hypnosis#gay hypno#hypno story#master and slave
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If you were in a full-blown Master/slave relationship, would you have your slave hypnotized at all times or how would that work? Would your control over him be such that if would just be a natural state of mind for your slave and not be so much 'hypnotized'?
It would depend on the situation. I would absolutely love a completely and all times hypnotized live-in slave, however that is not feasible with allowing us both to have a good experience, so it would most likely be that my slave would constantly be in trance around me, but when I am away they would be free to act as they pleased, with certain restrictions and guidelines in place of course. Good Boys Obey. Master Nimbus is in Control.
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Dropping
Okay, so my last post was apparently adult 😂 Here's another that just drops me into a state of obedience to any master.
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Transforming from a twink faggot to a masculine... controlled... brainwashed cop.
One flash at a time.
(Anyone feel like making this a story?)
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He was curious about hypnosis. I hypnotized and convinced him to be a Mindless Good Boy😵💫:
Put him deep under, let him feel intense pleasure and played with his mind while he gooned and pleasured himself.
Jerking up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Be a Good Boy and obey😈
#gay hypno#gay hypnosis#asian hypno#hypnotized#spiral#spiral eyes#trance#good boy#mind control#obey#obey me
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so, I want to try a little game... I hope I can edge at least an hour~
1 like = 5 minutes of edging
1 reblog = 10 minutes of edging
Follow = 15 minutes of edging
Melt my mind away plssss 😵
#edging kink#edging and denial#edging my mind away#gayboy#gay#hypnotized#mindfuck#gay hypno#hypno pet#mind conditioning#hypnosis
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The Epic Farce
My epic farce of a boss is on my last nerve on this day where the heat has risen to what is unknown level of insane fiery passion and that has overcome the craziness pushing his employees past their limits so I march in to his office today.A little concoction of mine accidentally or I intentionally made by my way exposing it to fellow laboratory assistant however that is not here or there and I approach my bosses office as I mix it in to his coffee formula then hand it to him.
I am at a loss sliding the office window to the side as the breeze washes the room in a sweet scent letting it metastasize every where and my life froze in time as I here him screech. His bellow reaches the sky shaking the walls to new levels and heights building up the hot fury within me because he is that man my boss and he is about to taken down an end to his life.
He swipes it from my hand in anger with a evil look in to my eyes so deep he frightens me with that glare I step back watching the magic happen and he gulps it down slowly with a cooler tone as he began to relax more and more. His body jumps up flinging the cup in to the air as it falls dropping to the floor it loses balance smashes to the floor and he goes crazy his arms flailing till he hit the floor and his head is on his chin because he believes in me now.
I pump my fist in excitement watching him be come alive his head starts to bop upward to face me with this expressionless face I have ever seen and I inform in to stand up tall face me with so much love and adoringly with wide open arms. Approaching him I kick the door close giving us the ultimate privacy walking closer to him he shoves the chair to the side and then the desk as well and wraps his arms around my waist and he kisses me slowly without a single thought.
The idea that nothing else matters at the moment except for me the architect of his entire world and extraordinarily soon he will not acknowledge the life he once led ever again and with one final kiss I shove him on to the chair. Snapping my finger a resounding loud air horn sound clicks propelling him back in to reality as he wakes up the sleep creeps from his face and he swerves a bit in his chair to coming to terms with it all he looks at me lovingly with lust in his eyes.
“How did not see how fucking amazing you are?”
“You are a beautiful.”
“Oh Tom”
“You are babe”
“You are Master”
“Address me as Master Lawrence “
“Yes Master Lawrence “
“Kneel at my feet”
“Take my hand boi”
“May I kiss it ?”
“Yes boi!”
“Do you comprehend the change?”
“In me my love?”
“Yes you fool”
“Stare in to my eyes “
“Yes Master Lawrence “
“You are a pussy”
“A epic farce “
“A nobody to the ninth degree”
“I am 100 percent my God!”
“You revolve around me”
“Love me”
“Live for my approval”
“I am your lifeline.”
“Oooohhh Mmmyyy Ggggooodddd…mmmmmm”
The end
In The Summer Heat Part 1 - 2
Kenneth
Tommy invites me to his cabin retreat with his friends on a weekend vacation in the record of the hottest summer ever but I am not to find of him because I want some alone time.
My formula could be quite useful brewing up another two cups creating a new ice coffee mix and bring it out to his best friend Ken who looks at my funny before taking the cup and downing it with encouragement from Tommy.
I exit the backyard back in to the house as I hear some weird conversation discussing how strange I am and how he does not feel comfortable with me around even I can see Tommy pissed.
Five to ten minutes later Tommy gives me a thumbs up to say it is in all affect waving me to come and I walk over to see Ken slumped over the chair and drugged for next three hours.
I decide to play a game grabbing an exact duplicate seat at the table using my hands to place on his shoulders rubbing them very tightly as I begin to whisper into his ears so sweetly.
I instruct him to use his eyes to look at the focal point on the trail toward, imagine your feet rising upward into the sky reaching your full height and everything and everyone else is gone.
You are alone in the cabin on a beautiful day with the winds strong blowing on him and the clear blue ocean waves calling to him and a backpack appears on his back as he goes on a nice mental vacation.
He begins to walk making his way in to the track moving to nowhere in particular as the day passes by and he sees a cave as night emerges and sneaks in walking blindly to his own doom.
Standing right behind him begin I telling him to see my image as he grimaces, I smack him across the ass informing him to follow me and he does obediently listening to my words his protection melts.
“Who are you?”
“Oh Ken!”
“Obedience is pleasure “
“Pleasure is obedience “
“I rule you “
“Join Tommy “
“By my slave “
“I refuse”
“Stay locked in”
“No!”
“You have one choice “
“Be mine”
“You have no choice “
“The coffee is soaking “
“Dripping in to your blood”
“You have given in to me”
“I own you “
“You cannot do a damn thing about it “
“Accept your faith”
“Willingly follow me”
“Or blindly fall”
“All you have to do is kiss me”
“I dare you “
“Uuuugggghhhh! Fuck! Mmmmmmm”
Tim
“What is with you man?”
“What Tom?”
“The gay shit”
“He is our Master”
“Yeah man relax “
“RELAX? Fuck you “
“I’ll fix you “
“I like to see you try “
“Back up freak”
“Move Ken”
“You don’t dare to touch my man”
“Your man?”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“Something funny”
“Your man! You have to be kidding “
“We are not “
“Say that again”
“”Pussy”
I laugh so hard holding my stomach as I fall to the ground, I command them both to hold him down, and I am created a quick mix of my potion in to a wine glass with wine then I poured it down his throat.
Tim tried to fight both of them failing as he hit the floor and they pin him down to the ground and they smirk with utter ecstatic relief of success as he would soon become for me.
Tim starts to shake shivering as he flails out of control he rolls over on the floor and soon he is now completely an empty mindless husk under my supreme control because I am his world now.
“I surrender my Master”
“Claim me”
The end
#tom hardy#chris evans#joel kinnaman#hypnotic love#gay hypno#mind control#reprogramming#hypnosis#hypno slave#mind control slaves#magic coffee#magical coffee#Hypno enslavement#Creating A Family
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