Tag: hypnosis

dougtfs:

“Well hey little guy,” the huge hairy man said when we encountered each other on the path. He was carrying a log, and wearing just thermal leggings and some untied boots. A large placid dog followed him.

“Hey,” I blushed, trying to hide my instant erection behind the hiking pack I carried. “Is that your cabin back there?”

“It is,” he said, walking closer. I could feel the heat radiating from his muscular body. He smelled of sweat and forest. “You need a place to stay the night?”

“I was planning to camp,” I said, “but if you have a place…”

“We like having company,” he said, gripping me by the arm with his free hand and guiding me down the path with him. “We just have a few rules. Like, no shoes in the house.”

“Oh, sure,” I said as the cabin came into view.

“And no clothes,” he said.

“Oh! Uh,” I said, startled by that. We neared the porch, and he threw the log to the side, then stripped off his leggings to show a giant meaty cock.

“You won’t need any clothes in there,” he said. “It’s nice and warm.”

“I don’t know …” I said.

“No clothes,” he said, holding his hand out toward me. I felt a wave of dizziness.

“Why… why not?” I said.

“Drift,” he said, and I felt my mind swim. Why was I just standing there, I wondered? He asked me to strip, so I probably should. I began to undo my laces.

“Pups don’t wear clothes,” he said. Pups? What does that mean? I pulled off my shirt, and remembered: oh, right, pups. Pups like me. Good boys.

I looked up to him, my shirt off, and smiled. “Ruff!” I barked, falling back on my butt to remove my pants.

“Who’s a good boy?” he said, standing over me. I stared up, panting happily, and barked.

“Oh, I should have asked you your name first,” he said, bending down to put a collar around my neck. “Oh well. How’s ‘Ben’ work for you?”

I barked again and licked his face. His beard was rough and salty and hot. He smelled so good. I was so lucky to have wandered onto his property, a lost pup who found a new home.

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Source: hairyonholiday

dougtfs:

“You don’t remember anything about the hypnotist?” I said, incredulous.

“No, nothing,” said Aaron. “Are you sure we even went?”

“He gave you a trigger word,” I said. “You don’t remember that?”

“What was it?” he said, scratching his head.

“Pup time,” I told him, and immediately I saw his eyes flutter. He smiled, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and fell to all fours.

“Woof!” he barked up at me.

“Good boy,” I said, petting his head. “Back to human.”

He fluttered his eyes again and stared up at me. “Holy fuck,” he said. “Did I just …?”

“You remember that?” I said.

“I do,” he said, slowly getting to his feet. “So weird. Can I use the trigger on myself?”

“Give it a shot,” I shrugged.

“Pup time,” he said, looking down at himself. Nothing seemed to happen, though the lights in the room kind of flickered. “Pup time,” he said again, rubbing his body. “Pup time?”

“Woof,” I barked, startling us both. I tried to speak again. “Arf!”

He laughed. “Dude! The trigger works on you! Pup time!”

I fell backwards on my ass, staring up at him, and whimpered. How could he be doing this to me?

“I wonder what other commands I can use on you. Who’s a hungry cocksucker?”

“Woof!” I barked indignantly, then realized just how hungry I was. My eyes drifted down to see his dick straining at his jeans, and I started to pant.

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Source: nycb0yz

dougtfs:

I was new to hypnosis and needed a subject to practice on, and my roommate Brody volunteered.

“You’re not gonna doing anything weird, are you?” he said. He’d just come back from work and was wearing his mechanic’s overalls, smelling of sweat and grease.

“Nope, just relaxing,” I said, holding a sparkling crystal in front of him. “Just focus on the crystal and relax.”

“Relax,” he agreed, his eyes drooping. Was it working?

“You’re getting tired and cozy,” I told him.

“It feels so goooood,” he murmured. “Ohhh, man, can you make me feel stoned?”

“Yes, you’re feeling the most intense high of your life,” I told him. “You’re forgetting everything.”

“Forgetting?” he said, smiling at me and slowly scratching his head. I could smell the sweaty musk of his uniform when he raised his arm. “I like forgetting,” he said. “I guess. Feels good. So dumb.”

“So calm and serene,” I said. “No worries, no thoughts. Just a dumb happy slave.”

He giggled stupidly. “A slave? Uhhh okay,” he said. “Can I be your slave? I like you.”

I wasn’t expecting that. “Sure,” I said. “You’re mine. All mine.”

“Yeahhhh,” he sighed, unbuttoning his uniform and sliding a hand inside to rub his dick. Oh my God, this was turning him on! I should probably stop it.

“And now you’re waking up,” I said.

“No man,” he sighed. “I’m still fucking stoned. So dumb. Your slave. Your fucking muscle toy.” He started pulling off his uniform to show me his fit, hairy body.

“Wake up, Brody,” I said.

“No Brody,” he said, still undressing in a foggy trance. “Just two sloppy sluts, you and me.”

“Brody!” I said, holding the shiny crystal closer. “Wake up!”

He smiled lazily, pulling off his uniform to stand before me in his underwear.

“Gimme that,” he said, grabbing the crystal from me. Shit! I tried to yank it back from him but he waved it in front of my face and suddenly I felt so heavy and tired.

“Brody … don’t …” I said.

“Don’t worry, man,” he said, waving it back and forth. “I’m your slave. And you’re my handler.”

“I’m your … yeah,” I said. That sounded correct. I was in charge here, for sure.

“You’re the boss,” he said. “You take care of me.”

“You’re mine,” I agreed. “I own you.”

“Us two, we just fuck and work out and fuck,” he said.

“I’m gonna hit your ass so hard,” I told him. “Then we’re gonna get huge.”

“Yes sir,” he smiled. “I’m all yours to fuck with.”

“Come here, slave,” I said, grabbing him roughly and pressing my mouth against his, kissing him deeply and wetly. He dropped the crystal and my mind clouded over, the two of us reeling backwards.

Brody shook his head.

“What … what happened?” he asked.

“I, um, hypnotized you,” I told him. I really couldn’t remember, though. What had I done? What happened to my memories of the last few minutes?

“Oh yeah?” Brody said, rubbing his head. He smelled intensely of sweat, his nearly-naked body glistening before me. God, I was so lucky to have a slave like him.

“Yeah, you were totally under,” I lied.

Brody shrugged. “I dunno why you need hypno,” he said. “You know I’ll do anything you say.”

I smiled. He was always so obedient. “Good boy,” I said. “You ready to head to the gym?”

He grinned and grabbed his dick. “I’m always ready, sir,” he said. Then he reached over to grab mine, which was already hard in my pants. “And I’m always ready for what comes after.”

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Source: robpicks

wild-eyed-misfit-prophet:

idesofrevolution:

wild-eyed-misfit-prophet:

Your initiation would be complete after they fuck you. You won’t eve recognize yourself in the mirror once their done. Each time of of them fills you with their seed and it pushes part of you out. They have decided you’d make a great bottom and it was he who is fucking you turn to decide what you be. He’s fucking away your inhibitions, he’s destroying all of your ability to live in “normal society”, he’s ripping your potential away. All of that is the sacrificial lamb to what you will receive. A body no man could resist, a fuckhole that will always be tight, a contant depraved need for sex, cum and man sweat. Your morals and values are burning up like leaves in an autumn pile. 

You were going to help people with your life, you were going to be important and make a difference. None of that matters now, you see you can feel the transformation beginning your body tightening with muscle, bulging in every fiber of your being. Your face is rapidly growing that beard and your fuck hole becoming 1000 times more sensitive. 

The pleasure overwhelms your mind, searing away useful neurons replacing them with neurons that connect to lust, pleasure and depravity.  Your whole life is being stolen, rewritten, a slut since you could remember. A fuckboy and a himbo. Your life has always revolved around the need for pleasure, to submit. 

Once you cum your new fate will be sealed forever. Anything useful about you, other than your cock, face, hot body, need for sex and your fuck hole will shoot from your body. They will take your potential, in the form of your cum and sell it on the street to some poor sod who never had a chance. And while he gets ahead in life, you’ll be found in back alleyways getting fucked for a buck

Love this guy!! @wild-eyed-misfit-prophet

Definite mutual love @idesofrevolution!

idesofrevolution:

wild-eyed-misfit-prophet:

Well this was a change, apparently that guy from grindr was really some immortal, long forgotten god, bored as fuck and enjoyed fucking with humans.

He messaged me last night, real sweet and genuine. He was real upfront about wanting to hook up, told me I was hot…heh yeah me okay…but he knew what to say. So I put some clothes on, baggy shirt, tried real hard to look like less of a train wreck.
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I get to his place, damn, a fucking penthouse palace. I knock at the door, and there he is a fucking god among men. Perfect chisled jaw, manicured beard, right down to the edging of iy. Eyes piercing my soul and the perfect amount of muscles, he was amazing and glowed with a brilliance that had me entranced.
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He lead me into his apartment, I was at his every command. He told me strip and I did. My 6 foot, pudgy self standing before a god, wanting to serve.

He then removed his clothes and began to run his hands over me, his touch was warm and vibrated within my skin. I could feel his perfect and rock hard cock pressed up against me. As his hands amd body made contact with mine, he told me that he loved my fit, smooth body. I could feel the fat melting away and my gut receding. The toned nature of my body would make anybody desire me. Again, my muscles began to change . He told me how perfect my face was, so attractive and would get me lots of attention. I could feel the pressure build as my face reshaped itself. I felt my facial hair vanish once he mentioned how kuch he loved my clean shaven jock look. He said my fuck boy attitude was a real turn on and that my cock was perfect for sex and would make me money. He stroked my cock and I coild feel it growing. He told me how glad he was to find a younger boi, 21 was the perfect age to be listed on the rent boy sites.

I could feel him massahe my head, releasing my tension, my memories and my inhibitions. I felt my libido invrease as my cock strained hard in need of release.

He told me that he loved my penthouse and all it must be from all that escorting, it definitely paid off.
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Even my name, which I couldn’t remeber he said was hot. Drake Connors. He told me it was probably for the best I dropped out of college, I didnt have the capacity for deep thoughts anyway.

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Then suddenly he pushed into me, merging with my new body. Taking control and jacking my fuckstick.

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I tried to right tjese changes, part of me was still there, that 34 year old assistant professor, but I was gighting a losing battle as I got closer and closer to climax.

The god, told me to say goodbye to Scott Byers because when I came, Drake Connors would be my new destiny.

Suddenly there was no fighting it, I sprayed my life sttaight from my cock. Reality became unstable and the scent of ozone lingered on the air.

I was alone, in my penthouse. I heard a knock on the door, iy was my nightly client.Fuck I am hard again, but that is perfect for a fuck boy like me, I have the perfect life and wouldn’t trade it for the world

💘💘💘

story-boi:

“You like stroking your cock, don’t you stud?”

He groaned and fondled his balls, anxious and eager to rut. 

“Keep stroking,” I ordered, over the webcam, “Stroke for your boi.”

His mind slowly gave way, the inner animal taking control.

“You’re just my fuck-stud aren’t you?” I giggled as he groaned pitifully, “Don’t ever stop stroking, don’t ever stop fantasizing.”

Beads of sweat began to pour down his face.

“You’re my stud now.”

Source: northreed

hypnotop92:

The Bull Stud had just enough brains left to keep himself from drooling. He turned on the hotel TV hours ago. At first, he was confused why the channel was stuck on some stupid spiral. After a few moments, he stopped caring. It looked so nice. 

Ten minutes later, his pants were at his ankles and he was stroking his cock, still holding the remote.  The door opened and a large, muscular man walked in, pushing a cart. He had a blank look on his face and some drool dripped from his mouth. The man wordlessly stood the Bull Stud up and undressed him. He took special care in cutting off his shirt so not one moment of staring at the spiral was broken. The Bull Stud just let him manhandle him. He didn’t care, he just stroked and stared at the spiraling screen.

After the Bull Stud was undressed, the man turned the TV a bit a re-positioned the him so there was room in front of his body. Still without a word, almost robotically, the man unpacked a small bench and machine from the cart. He set it up in front of the Bull Stud, taking care not to block his view. He plugged the machine in. He slowly drew it forward so it lined up with the Bull Stud;s hard cock, 

The glassy eyed man took the Bull Stud’s cock in his hand. The Bull Stud’s arm stopped stroking and fell limply to his side. Pumping the cock, the man pulled the machine around it until he could only rub the base of the shaft. This was the riskiest part of the process. Sometimes the men would have just enough will left to shove their processors away due to the lack of stimulation on their cocks. The spiral made them so horny, gave them such the need to stroke, they can become violent if they don’t get it. The drooling muscle slave was actually one of those men. He didn’t remember it, but he had to be dragged down to the basement and had a chastity cage forcibly placed on his cock. This conditioned the then bestial man to follow instructions before he was even shown the spiral again. 

However, the Bull Stud was already compliant. It seems he didn’t have too many brains to begin with. Still circling the base of the cock, the blank man pushed a button on the machine. It immediately jumped to life and miked the Bull Stud. But, he did not cum. The spiral told him he could not until he was allowed to. 

The muscular slave left the room, allowing the spiral and the pump do their work. Now, the Bull Stud was almost completely lost to the spiral and the pleasure. He needed to obey the spiral. He needed to Obey the man who made the spiral, his Master.

 He needed to Obey.

He needed to Serve.

He needed to Pleasure his Master.

Obey.

Serve.

Pleasure

Ten minutes later, he was drooling on his feet. The door opened, and the same slave reentered, but this time, with a well dressed man. The well dressed man stroked the Bull Stud’s cock for him as the slave removed the machine. He whispered into the Bull Stud’s ears. Still staring at the spiral, he Bull Stud bent over the bed. He knew he needed to be fucked. It was the only thing he’d ask for: to be fucked by his Master. Inserting himself into the Bull Stud’s virgin ass, the Master let out a groan. Fresh slave was always the best sex. 

Both Master and Bull Stud came at the same time, one in the other, and the other as commanded. As his cum sprayed on the bed, the Bull Stud lost the last of his will. 

Source: hypnotop92

tomgungy2:

It all starts with the little things, doesn’t it?

You’re drinking some wine with your friend from work just after you both get off, and he mentions body hair. He says that it’s silly how much importance men put on it, and you agree. He says that a guy should be able to do whatever the hell he wants in this day and age, and you agree. He says that you should both shave all your body hair off, and you agree.

Soon you’re looking at your shaved asshole in a mirror wandering what the hell just happened. How did this friend, who isn’t even your best friend, talk you into shaving yourself like a whore? You decide never to do anything with the man outside of work again, and you find him on your couch that evening with a wine glass in hand.

You wonder a brief moment how this happened before he stares deeply into your eyes and talks about how easy life used to be. He says that when you’re little you don’t have to worry about anything, and you agree. He says that more guys should try to act younger, and you agree. He says that we should start wearing diapers, and you agree.

Then you can’t so much as set foot outside of the house for fear of a repeat incident like on the bus the morning after the conversation. You drench the whole front of your work pants, all of the passengers look at you like you’re mentally handicapped, and you’re trying not to accompany the tears in your eyes with a dreadful bawling like you’d like to.

You go into to quit effective immediately the next morning only to join your boss and friend for several glasses of pinot noir in the boss’ office. You check if your friend has something in his eye for a bit, and then you all loosen up and strip down to reveal your clean-shaven bodies and diapers.  You have a pretty good time too until your friend sighs.

The boss asks what’s wrong, and your friend tells you talks about how important family is while you and your boss maintain eye contact with your friend. He says that you should all have a family, and you both agree. He says that your boss should be his little brother, and he agrees. He says that you should be the family pet.

You bark.

I dislike diapers but I love dogs and hypnosis