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hypnopup:

I’d seen him come into the diner every night this week—always during my shift. He’d camp out in a booth near the back with his laptop and a stack of books. Some grad student, I figured. 

Always the same cocky attitude. Always the same shitty tip. So every night, I’d add a little bit more of the serum into his coffee. Watching as he started to bend down and lick his plates clean with his tongue. And sniff at my hand whenever I brought over a new mug.

When I brought him his check tonight, I’d slipped my hand under his shirt and scratched his furry stomach. Dick hardening painfully in my slacks as he panted happily. I eyed his plates—licked clean.

“Good boy,” I whispered. He moaned softly and I his cock tent his pants. It was time.

“Come,” I said. And started walking out. He hesitated for a second, then followed at my heels. Not bothering to hide his erection.

He was silent on the ride to my apartment, looking back and forth between me and his still hard dick. Curious. Confused. Horny. 

I pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt—locking the door, then addressing my new boy.

“What’s your name,” I asked.

“Steve…” he said, voice trembling. “Steve.”

“Huh, no. I don’t think that’s right.”

“It…isn’t?”

“Nooo. Your name is Sparky.”

“Spar…ky? Uh. No, I’m—”

I stepped closer to him and he bowed his head, meekly. I started rubbing his neck, then scratching behind his ears. Sparky’s shoulders relaxed and he leaned into my hand. With my other hand, I was slowly undoing his pants.

“There we go, that’s a good boy. You’re a good boy, right?”

“Yes sir.”

I pulled down his pants, and let his hard cock bounce out. “A good little puppy with a nice big cock, apparently.” 

His chest puffed out at the compliment. And I rewarded him with a few swift tugs.

“But that’s weird. Don’t puppies stay on all fours?” Slowly, I pressed on the back of his neck. Bringing him down, down, down. Till his knees were on the floor and his ass in the air. 

His eyes flashed with almost-realization. But as I kept toying with my pup’s big dick, I saw the fear overtaken by animalistic horniness. His eyes glazed over as he started pumping into my hand.

“That’s a good boy. A good dog.”

He whimpered. Loud. I took a step back to admire my handiwork. Half man, half pup. Snapback still on his head. 

“Look at that big, meaty ass. Good boy!”

He couldn’t help himself. He wagged. Excited by the compliment from his new master.

“Attaboy. Play with your big cock for me, Sparky. Show me what a slutty puppy you are. Looks like you won’t be finishing the semester. Too many dicks to suck, huh?”

Sparky arched his back and started rubbing his dick for me. Moaning and whimpering like the horny pup he was.

Should’ve tipped. 

hypnopup:

I caught Jeremy sniffing my jock after practice at the start of this semester. He was a freshman and I was varsity. Poor guy. He looked up to me. Admired me. Wanted my dick so bad.

It was too easy.

After that first week, I started dosing my jocks with the serum and leaving them around for him to find. He’d sneak them out of the laundry bin when he thought no one was looking, then bury his face in my used jock. Sniffing deep. Tasting the sweat and pre-cum I’d left for him.

This last one I’d worn all week long—during every workout and practice. Even shot a load into it this morning. I held back after the game, taking my time in the shower. Told the other guys I’d catch up with them.

On my way back to the locker, I casually tossed my jock in with the others in the dirty laundry. And waited.

He tried to fight it. I’m sure he did. But he was too weak. Too addicted to the smell and the taste. When I went back five minutes later, there he was. Crouched in front of the laundry bin, moaning as he pressed my jock into his face.

“Hey pup,” I said.

Jeremy spun around, eyes widening in horror. My sweaty jock just hung from his mouth.

“No, no. Don’t be scared. Here, give me that.”

I tried to take the jock from his mouth, but he instinctively bit down on the fabric. That only made me grin wider.

“Open, dog.”

There was a flash in Jeremy’s eyes as he realized how he was acting.

“Fuck. Dave, I’m—”

“I didn’t tell you to speak, boy. And I don’t think dogs wear uniforms either.”

He ducked his head, belittled and embarrassed. But I could see his dick getting hard in his pants. Without saying a word, he slowly started taking off his clothes. Still on the floor in front of me.

I reached down and gave his hard uncut cock a few quick tugs.

“Good boy,” I said.

He whimpered—leaking pre-cum all over my hand.

“Aw, I think he likes that.”

“Please…don’t stop.”

“No talking. If you want your cock touched, you’ll whimper.”

Jeremy raised his ass up and made a pathetic pawing gesture at his dick. Then whimpered again.

“You want my smelly jock back, boy? Is that what you want, you horny little fuck puppy?”

Jeremy whined and looked hungrily at the jock. His dick leaked a strand onto the locker room floor. 

“Then beg. Beg and wag that twinky little ass of yours, pup. Show me what a good boy you are.”

His eyes glazed over with horniness and he wagged. His dick slapped against his thighs loudly, echoing around the locker room. The bitch was mine.

“That’s a good boy. I wonder what other tricks you know, little fuck puppy? Guess I’ll have all summer to train you.”

Yeah. He’d be spending a lot more time looking up to me. From his new place at my feet.

hypnopup:

hypnopupkit:

First person story request about me by @hypnopup

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I parked on the street next to a big shady oak tree as Siri alerted me that I had arrived at my destination. My heart was racing, I don’t know that I’m ready to date again yet, but this guy is so cute and something about our conversations just has me hooked already!

I unlocked my phone and double checked the address before taking a deep breath and step out of my car and lock the door.

Shakily I walk to the front door. What’s the big deal? You used to do this all the time before you met your ex of nearly 3 years. So what if this is the first time dating again since being single? It’s just a date, what’s the worst that can happen, no second date? You’ll be fine.

As I tried to talk myself into being calm, all of the thoughts of dates gone wrong begin to race through my head. What if I end up dead? *I knock on the door* What if he is nothing like his picture? Do I leave? FUCK! What was his name again? John…Josh….James…? The door opens as I contemplate these thoughts, my heart racing a million miles an hour.

The man standing in front of me was so attractive, I felt weak in the knees. He didn’t look much like his pictures though. The shots he sent me must have been a few years old at least. The man standing in front of me is much more muscled, well defined and taller than his pictures lead on. He immediately stepped outside and wrapped me into a big hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

I blush shyly as I mention awkwardly how attractive he is and hug him back, feeling lost in his strength.

“I’m still finishing up getting ready, want to come in for a second while I do that?” He eyed me up and down as he spoke, taking in my every feature, not that I wasn’t doing the same thing to him. I followed him inside as he offered me a drink, which I graciously accepted. I began to sip on the beverage as I looked around, the house was spartan, not much here that you wouldn’t find in a run-of-the-mill dorm setting. I contemplated sitting on the futon while I waited for him, but it looked dingy and unclean, so I resolved to stand. 

“Alright,” he announced as he entered the living room from the bedroom, looking even more fine than before, “I think you’re all ready.” 

I laugh at his obvious mistake, “Ummm, I think you mean YOU’RE ready, I already was when I got here.” I bring the glass to my lips and finish the remainder of what tasted like off-brand root beer.

“No no, I never make mistakes. You’re about to find that out for yourself pup. You should always be careful what you drink when offered from someone who is still a stranger.”

Oh, shit, I thought. Here comes the crazy, time to make a move for my escape already. The look in his eye turned from a warm glow to a heated lust. “You know, I’m really sorry; but, this is all too much for me, I think I should go… I just got out of a long relationship and I….”

He walked toward me and placed his hand over my mouth, stopping my talking instantly. My heart raced faster and my head felt fuzzy. “Stop talking and don’t move.” His hand traveled from my face to my jaw line and down my neck to my pec where he lightly traced my hard nipple through my shirt.

I tried to protest, but no sounds came out. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t respond to the signals my brain was sending. 

“You see,” he continued, “I have a unique interest in you, which is why I had your ex break up with you. I don’t need to go on a date with you, because I can have you or not at my own choosing, and you are definitely a pup I want for my collection.” His hands traveled down my torso to my pants as he fiddled with the button. I stared at him motionlessly as my mind tried to make me to move; but, nothing was working. My head, so fuzzy. Run dammit! Why won’t I do anything!?

“You’re probably trying to move, maybe even run right now, that is fine. Go ahead and try. I’m afraid it won’t do you any good though.” The button of my shorts pushed through the adjacent opening and my pants fell to the floor in a pool around my ankles. Without hesitating, he grabbed the full pouch of my undies, lightly squeezing and fondling my  balls and cock through the fabric. 

“Get hard.” 

The two words acted like an electric jolt through my body as my cock instantly swelled under his grasp. My eyes grew wide as I stared straight ahead at him. 

“Good boy.” He grabbed at the bottom of my shirt and lifted up while instructing me to raise my arms with it. The shirt slid over my body, as I was useless to stop it. He moved to my underwear next, pulling them swiftly down my legs, leaving me completely nude in front of him.

“Such a gooooood booooy.” His words of praise made my cock jolt again as my mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. His hand traced lightly from my balls, up my abs to my pecs and then wandered around the tattoo on my shoulder and arm. Goosebumps prickled across my whole body. 

“How do you feel boy? You may speak.” 

I struggled to find words in my head again and finally answered with a series of whines and an unsure “Arrrooofff.” I looked at him with horror and confusion at my sudden situation and dog-like outburst.

“Good boy! Your mind is mine now, you’re my new doggy boy. But, dogs don’t stand on all fours, do they?” He placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed down. I could feel my body comply with his wishes as my knees and hands met the floor. I looked up at him, the action naturally making my mouth hang open as my tongue fell out like a dog panting. “Speak boy!”

“Arrruuff Grrruuff Wrrooofff!” 

He crouched down and scratched behind my ears and down my back. Oh my GOD! It felt so fucking good! I needed more! I ran around in circles at his feet. “Such a good pup! Good boy! I don’t normally let pets on the couch, but hop up boy and show me that puppy tail!” 

My ass wagged back and forth excitedly as I did what he said and hopped over my pile of clothes and presented my round cheeks by placing one leg up onto the futon. My dick hard as a rock swinging beneath me. I looked over at him as he pulled off his clothes an swung his massive cock out of his tight fitting underwear. I looked at it longingly. Never mind that I’m a dog now or that I was a total top before, I couldn’t wait for him to bury his bone in me any more and let out a longing howl of desperation. 

“There you go boy, is this what you wanted?” He came up behind me and mounted me slowly, his girth filling my entire body as I let out involuntary whines and whimpers of pleasure. “God! You feel so fucking good pup!” He began to pump into me, rubbing his cock back and forth across my engorged prostate as he grabbed my hips to propel himself as deep into me as possible. “See, you’ll be my pup forever once I cum inside of you, and isn’t it so much nicer to belong to me? Looks like you won’t have to worry about dating after all.”

Good boy, @hypnopupkit.

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hypnopup:

“You can’t order me around. I’m not a kid!” 

My stepson could be such a brat. “No, you’re right.” I said. “You’re not a kid. In fact, you’re not even a human.” 

The twerp shrunk back as I stepped closer.

“You’re just a dumb, horny puppy.”

“Wha—”

“Ah, ah, ah.” I shook my finger at him. “Puppies don’t talk.”

A dog-like whine came out of him, and he clapped his hands over his mouth. Suddenly terrified.

I towered over him. “And I don’t think they stand on two legs, either.” 

My stepson fell forward—landing on his hands and knees. He looked up at me, eyes pleading. 

“Aw, don’t look at me like that, little guy. You’re going to like being my little puppy.” I bent down and started scratching his stomach. “After all, that’s what turns you on. Your puppy cock’s getting hard just thinking about it, isn’t it?”

I could see his cock straining through his shorts now. 

“But puppies don’t wear clothes, do they?” I could see the struggle on his face. I reached down to tug at his shirt—but the mutt had enough control left to lash out and nip my hand. I pulled it back sharply. 

“BAD BOY,” I yelled. “You know, I was just going to teach you a lesson. But I think it’s time you learned your place.” He was cowering now. Whining for me to stop. But it was too late. 

I slammed against his mind, wiping out the last of his resistance in one go. “You’re nothing but an obedient, slutty little puppy.” I threw him up on the couch and started ripping his clothes off. “Obsessed with sticking his nose in his master’s balls, lapping up his cum, licking every drop of sweat off his body. Isn’t that right?”

I could see my new pup’s eyes glazing over with lust. His cock started leaking, and he involuntarily stuck his ass up in the air. He was mine.  

“Good boy.” I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. A whining, bouncy pup in front of me. Cock leaking as he rubbed it against the couch. His stupid hat was still on. The only thing human about him. 

“Who’s my stupid little fuck puppy?” I asked. He barked, humping even more enthusiastically. I stripped my shirt off and walked back over to him, ready to break him in.

I guess I’d let him stay on the couch. Just this once.