Tag: hypnosis

mind-wiper:

It was always tough getting Duke in the bath.  He would fight and resist like it was the end of the world. It was funny to me because back when Duke was my friend Brendan he was a real neat freak. I remember having to wait an hour for him to get all cleaned up and styled before we could go hit the clubs after a day at the beach. He was obsessed with his looks, with being clean and smelling good for the girls. 

Now Duke is an outside dog. He spends his days rolling in my muddy backyard, romping in the flower beds, always an utter mess. You should see him after it rains. he comes trotting into the garage all wet and covered in dirt and mud stuck to his bare body and always wanting to hump my leg in that disgusting state. 

I can’t really blame him of course. He doesn’t know any better. One look at that dumb face of his, the slobber down his chin, the tongue lolling out of his gaping mouth and it’s obvious the neat young man has long gone and Duke is no brighter than any other dumb puppy.  You only have to watch him squat down in the backyard to push out a poo or lift his leg against the bushes and you know Duke is no Brendan. 

But occasionally I have friends over and Duke needs to get a bit cleaner. And that means a lot of struggling and putting up with barking and even some growling from my old friend and current pet. I don’t hold it against him. I’m the one that decided Brendan needed a good dumbing down.  I’m the one who slipped the drugs in his coffee to make him more suggestible. And I’m the one who guided him into a trance and told him all about his new life as Duke, a messy outdoor dog, and helped him to totally forget all about being Brendan, helped him purge his mind of every human thought.  

Duke splashed in the bath as I scrubbed his bottom especially hard. My friends would be giving that area special attention of course. Another thing about Duke is that unlike Brendan he didn’t really care much about girls anymore. 

Source: licentiouslip

hypnojocks:

I knew Tyler since I was living in the dorm. He was my first dormmate, and somehow we stuck together through the years. I still don’t understand how our friendship could work as we were so different. He was a jock in the colleges soccer team, muscled, sporty, and he came home with different wemen each week, sometimes each day. I on the other hand was a shy, chubby yet intelligent guy, always perfoming on the top with my studies. The biggest difference between us is that I was gay and he was straight. During the years I might have developed a crush on Tyler. A strong one that ate up my everydays, I just wanted to submit to him so badly, but let’s be honest. He can get anybody. Why would he want me? I knew if I told them the truth he would only laugh at me, or he’d beat the crap out of me and would never talk with me. I didn’t want to risk, but the desire burnt my soul from the inside. I got more and more frustrated, and a little bit depressed.

“What’s the matter with you lately Steve? I could barely see you smiling or going out in the last few months. You keep sitting at home, studying or playing video games and that’s it. I’m worried about you bud. Do you want to talk about it?” – he asked me

Of course I wanted to talk about it, but I couldn’t. It was too risky. I just backed off by admitting being anxious, and take it on something I can not identify.

“You know bud, I’m taking psychology class, and last year we learnt about hypnotherapy. It might can help you to close your stress away somewhere deep in your mind. Do you want me to help you with that?” he asked and somehow I got turned on by the idea of being hypnotized by Tyler. I said yes.

Tyler told me to relax and to look into his eyes. He was just sitting on the sofa in his soccer outfit – he just came back from training – and everything felt so light, so dizzy and so calm. I was under in a moment.

“Allright Steve. You have arrived to he state when your mind is fully opened for me. You can trust me, I’m going to help, and I’m going to protect your from everything. Open up to me and tell me what bothers you so much.”

Telling? There was no word abou telling him the problem, he promised me that he will lock it away, but he didn’t told me that I have to share it. But I can trust him. I can share anything with him. My head was getting lighter and my mouth opened.

“I am gay and I have realised lately that I have a huge crush on you. I keep fantasizing about you dominating me, making me your slave and making me suck your dick. Knowing this will never happen makes me anxious. The desire to serve you eats me up.“

When Tyler heard the reason of my frustration he was surprised. But as soon as he realized what that could mean an evil grin showed on his face. He scratched his chin with his thumb. His voice changed totally. He became calm, strict and controlling.

“Come to me and kneel.” – he said and my body moved instantly towards him. I was kneeling before him, my head was facing to his crotch. I have never been so close to him before. I felt the scent of his balls and the warmth of his body. It was so relaxing so comforting. I loved the feeling. He stood up. I stayed where I was. His crotch was now right before my nose. He started to rub it gently against my face.

“How does it feel, Steve?” Tyler asked.

“It’s amazing, Tyler.” I said as I was moaning as his silky shorts and semi-hard cock was touching my face. I could feel his scent allover. I could feel his cock throbbing with each stroke. I wanted to kiss his bulge so badly, but my body was paralyzed, waiting for instructions.

“For you it’s Master Tyler from now.” I was shocked. I totally knew what was happening, but it was like I was dreaming. Everything was so foggy and dizzy, and thing were just happening. 

My mouth opened and I said “As you wish, Master Tyler.” As I spoke, my lips touched his cock, almost like I was kissing it. I felt my dick getting hard. It felt so good to obey him.

“Good boy. I want you to start kissing my dick through my shorts. That’s it. Now listen carefully. Listen the sensation, the joy groing through your body as your lips are slipping on my silky shorts. Listen to the feeling as you inhale the scent of my sweaty balls, the remaining drops of my piss – and who knows, maybe some cum as well. Let them fill your tongue. Let them overwhelm you. Let your frustration go away as you can finally submit to your Master. Because from now on you will be my slave, and you will do whatever I tell you. You depend on me, and you live to serve me. To give me pleasure. To do the chores for me. To obey me. That is your life now. Give in to me, and be completely mine.“

He kept rubbing his dick to my face as I started to kiss his shorts. I let every word he said into my mind, into my brain. The sensation the feeling completely rewrote my standard personality. I was nothing more than an obedient slave, a pup that existed only to fulfill Master Tylers desires.

“I am going to count from 3, and at the end you will wake up. You will be pernamently attached to my will. You will remain my slave forever. You will thank me that I set you free of your frustration, and wait for my commands. 3…. 2… 1… Wake up, slave.”

I felt the fog and the dizzyness disappearing. What was left is the scent and the sensation. I loved it. Everything was so simple, so easy. I don’t have to think anymore. I only need to obey my Master. I kept kissing his shorts and as my eyes opened I looked up to him. He looked down on me as I passionately made out with his silky soccer shorts. I looked deeply into his eyes, and all I could say was: “Thank you, Master”. And finally after 4 months I smiled. I was happy, weightless and obedient.

Source: hypnojocks

tf-servant:

Pic: @gay-lgbt-noh8

We look awesome bro. Months of hard work and detemination. Discipline. Together we did it. We’re so hot now. If I were gay, I would fall for you bro. Gods, these muscles. We are so awesome. You are so awesome. Let me touch them. Damn those are some nice hot abs. You are so hot man. I want to touch you. Let me touch you. 

And then they kisses. 2 straight boys fell for the magic of the abs. They love each other now. Tomorrow they will come out as gays. And they will be happy.

Source: tf-servant

hypnojocks:

My friend, Dave acts wierd lately. He started to wear basketball shorts, sometimes he forgets to come to the classes, and he keeps speaking about a “special one” who changed his life. It makes it even wierder that he never refers to this special one with “he” or “she”, he just keeps calling it like that. Dave must be deeply in love. One day he called me with an excited voice: Dave said his special one wants to meet his best friend and he thought about me. How nice.

So I went to his place, and we waited to his special one on the terrace. He brought us some beer, and told some words about his only one. I know that he gets horny whenever he thinks about that person, and he would be eager to follow his special one whenever it wants. I got a bit tired to follow the conversation, when a guy appeared in white tanks and black basketball shorts. Dave got so excited his face started to shine as he watched the guy walking. “There my special one comes!” he screamed, and he started bulging under his shorts. He rubbed it gently when the tall, muscled guy walked up on the steps. Dave greeted him by kissing his dick through his shorts. The guy kept Dave’s head at his crotch, he started to sniff his junk. Clearly there was no underwear under the black shiny basketball shorts and as Dave kissed him, he got a hard on. I was shocked. I would never thought that my friend is secretly gay, and comes out this way.

-So this would be that friend of yours you think it would be worth worshipping me. Quite cute I have to say, but these clothes… Slave, jerk while I put this one under.

He said and Dave started to wank. While he was walking he kept focusing on the strangers hard on. What is so special about it? And what did he mean under worship? I will be never like Dave… He faced me and he started to swing his dick. Back and forth. Left and right. I was stunned by his size. So huge… So powerful… And he kept doing it while he was talking something. I took a deep breath and I tried to leave but my body became paralyzes as his cock moved. I kept watching as the lights played on his silky shorts. So smooth. So soft. It makes me want to reach out and stroke. I lifted my arms

-Nah boy! If you wanna touch it you can only do it with your lips. No hands allowed there. But when you get closer, you will be completely under my control. The choice is yours, you can just sit there and drool, or you can start doing what you wew born to: worship someone special. Be part of something special. You know that I’m your special one, don’t you?

I tried to think but it was so hard. All I cared at moment was his swinging dick and his soft shorts. I made up my mind. I have to belong to him. I need to do what I was born to. This is where I should be.

Source: hypnojocks

wesleybracken:

There comes a time on Halloween night when you don’t want to be out after dark, and the four young men had entered that witching hour without realizing it. Coming home from the gay bar, they were cutting through a back alley on their way to the apartments where they lived, when a lightening bolt thundered through the clear sky overhead, struck the pavement, and a hulking, eight foot man, clad all in leather, stood in front of them.

“I am the Master of the Hunt” the man said, “And I need a pack.“

Before any of the young men could do anything about it, three collars attached to leads shot out from his hands and wrapped their away around the throats of three of them, the men struggling with them even as they began changing, their clothes disappearing, fur sprouting over their bodies. They remained human, but the collars grew up over their head into leather dog muzzles, and they all crawled over the their new master, and growled at the one man left standing.

“What…what about me?” the man whimpered.

“You? Why you are the prey,” the Hunter said, and cackled. The man turned and scrambled away, the baying and howling of the pack nipping at his heels, and he prayed that he might survive the night.

dumbbro:

This wasn’t me ten minutes ago I was a 27 year old college student named Tim, some guy came up and started saying things that I thought weren’t true but maybe they are. 

That guy was like, hey I heard you are a bit of a gym rat?

I said no, do i look like one

Guy: Yep look at you, studly gym rat. I think you hate wearing clothes too

Me: Nope I hate wearing clothes

Guy: I bet you are the best gogo dancer in town

Me: HOw did you know I was a GoGo dancer?

Guy: I know everything about you Josh

Josh: My name isn’t Josh it’s Josh

Guy: See Josh, I mean you are my boyfriend even though you are super slutty and always horny

JOsh: Uh yeah, crazy hormones I huess

Guy: Well when you are only 19 it can be pretty crazy like that 

Josh: Guess youre right

Guy: At least you have a job, not many people would hire a h.s drop out who can barely spell his own name

Josh: Uh yah Im glad too babe

Guy: Oh Josh you only think with your cock don’t you?

Josh: Fuk yah I do, fukin love gettin action

Guy: That’s my good boy

Source: endless-pulchritude

dougtfs:

“Ahhh, nice lazy to day to kick back and relax,” said my roommate Paul, leaning back in the window seat. His hoodie was unzipped all the way down his furry beefy chest, and he was wearing the sweatpants he always wore to the gym and seldom washed.

I tried to not to stare. His body was so hot, his beard thick and manly. Even his big fucking feet in his tube socks turned me on.

“You gonna chill with me?” he asked.

“I, uh, no,” I said. “Gotta get some work done.”

“No man,” he smiled. “You wanna relax.”

“I do,” I said, “but I really need to…” I stopped. Why couldn’t I remember? I knew I had work I was supposed to do today.

“Just chill out,” he said. “Just drift.”

“Seriously, Paul,” I said, “I can’t just, um. I, uh.” I scratched my head, trying to remember, and then giggled. This was so dumb. I couldn’t remember anything! 

“That’s right dude,” he said. “No cares.”

“No cares,” I shrugged.

“No worries,” he said.

“No worries,” I laughed. What were we even talking about? I forgot.

“No clothes,” he said.

“What are clothes?” I said, pulling off my shirt and yanking off my pants. It felt so good to be naked and free. 

“Today we’re just a man and his dog,” Paul said. That sounded so great. I was about to ask where the dog was but then I remembered. It was me! Of course. I’m his dog. Obviously. That’s why I’m down on all fours, and barking, and wagging my tail.

Paul smiled. “Let’s go for a walk, boy,” he said.

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dougtfs:

Toby and I had both been learning hypnosis, and using each other as test subjects. Eventually we got good enough at it that we wondered – what would happen if we both tried to hypnotize each other at the same time? Which one of us would be better at it?

Turns, out, we should have agreed ahead of time what we were going to hypnotize each other to do.

It started with us sitting across from each other, both fully clothed and grinning. “I’m gonna make you so relaxed,” he said.

“No, you’re going to get relaxed,” I told him.

“So calm, so placid,” he said.

“Drifting away,” I replied. I felt myself starting to sink down into a trance, but I could see his eyes drooping, and I thought maybe I could still get him under first.

“So … sleepy,” I slurred.

“Sleepy,” he agreed.

“I’m gonna … gonna turn you into a pup,” I told him, feeling tired.

“Oh no,” he said, with a woozy drunk smile. “You’re gonna be a muscle daddy.”

“Ahhh,” I sighed, “down on all fours, barking, so obedient.” I felt my limbs grow heavy.

He started to undress, slow and clumsy. “Big and tall and strong, a real master,” he said. Was he saying it to me or to himself? I couldn’t keep track.

“Just a little pet … just a little pet,” I repeated.

I faded to a trance just as I heard him murmur, “big and strong.”

When I awoke, he was standing over me, flexing his muscles and wearing just a jockstrap.

“Good, you’re up,” he said.

“Woof!” I barked. I hadn’t meant to. Where was my voice? I couldn’t remember how to form words.

“Looks like we’re both stuck,” he said. “I turned myself into a muscle daddy, you turned yourself into a pup.”

I glanced back at myself – I was naked, and somehow I had a pup tail butt plug stuck in my ass. “Aroof!” I barked. “Woof!”

“Quiet, boy,” he commanded, and I obeyed.

“Do you remember any hypno training?” he asked. “I lost it all.”

I realized in a panic that I couldn’t remember anything. None of the inductions, none of the commands, none of the words. I howled plaintively.

“Thought not,” he said. “I can’t remember much. But I can remember how to lift. I gotta go to the gym, pup. But first you need to go for a walk.”

“Woof!” I barked. That sounded good to me. I couldn’t remember much about being human, but I knew I liked running through the neighborhood, marking trees with my scent. 

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Source: jockstraps4you

dougtfs:

“Quit fooling around with hypno,” I told my friend Adam nervously. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I do!” he said. “Watch, I can totally make Mitch a dog.” Our other friend Mitch was sitting across from us on the couch, his eyes slack and his muscles limp. Adam had just put him under and I was worried he wouldn’t be able to bring him back.

“You don’t have to prove –” I started.

“Dude, you’re a dog,” Adam said, waving his hand over Mitch’s face.

“Yeah,” Mitch slurred. “I’m a … I’m a dog. Ruff.”

He slid off the couch onto the floor in a lazy heap, then pulled himself up onto his hands and knees and looked up at us, confused.

“Enough, Adam,” I said. “Bring him back.”

“Fine, whatever,” said Adam. “Wake up, Mitch.”

“Huh?” said Mitch, looking quizzically around. “Wake what up?”

“Wake yourself up,” said Adam. “You’re back. You’re up. Not under. Wake up!”

Mitch shook his head, clearing his thoughts. “Oh! Shit!” he said, blinking. “How did I get down on the…” his voice trailed off as he looked down at himself. “Fuck, dude! You turned me into a dog!”

Adam laughed. “No I didn’t,” he said. “I just made you think you’re a dog.”

“Can you not fucking see?” Mitch exclaimed. “I’m a fucking dog, dude! I have the body of a dog!”

Adam and I looked at each other, worried. “You don’t, Mitch,” I said. “I promise you don’t.”

But Mitch was crawling on all fours around the apartment in a panic. “Shit! I have a tail!” he said, wagging his ass. 

“Calm down, man,” said Adam. “Look, I’ll just hypno you again. And make you a person. Just calm down.”

“Woof!” Mitch barked, then looked horrified. “I just barked!” he shrieked. “Turn me back!”

“Drift,” said Adam, holding out his hand. Mitch instantly stared at it, his eyes growing dim. “Drift away. Sleep, and go under.”

I hadn’t watched Adam the first time he hypnotized Mitch. It was fascinating. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand.

“Drift?” Mitch slurred.

“You’re so sleepy. So relaxed. So obedient and loyal,” said Adam.

“Yeah,” Mitch said, swaying.

“So loyal,” I sighed, my mind going woozy.

“Wait, not you,” was the last thing I heard Adam say as I blacked out.

When I came to, it took me a minute to adjust to my surroundings. Mitch and I were both naked on all fours, with Adam between us. He was nude, and Mitch was sucking his dick.

“Whaaaaat?” I said, baffled. I couldn’t remember anything. 

“Oh hey man,” Adam said. “I got a little better with the hypno while you were under. Turns out I can make you believe all kinds of shit.”

“What’s hypno?” I said. What was going on? I was so confused.

Adam laughed. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “You remember who you are?”

“Uhhh, I think so,” I said. “I’m your slutty pup, right?”

“Good boy,” said Adam. “And who’s that?” he pointed at Mitch, slobbering on his cock.

“Mitch?” I guessed. Mitch looked over at me, grinning.

“Ruff!” he barked. “You want in on this bone?”

“Yeah man,” I said, leaning in and opening my mouth wide.

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