Category: Uncategorized

hypnolad:

He.. REALLY.. Doesn’t.. Want.. To.. Be.. A.. Host (Adult Version)

You move to pick up a master from his storage unit, not that you
conciously do so..you are more a bystander who does what the master you
are the host for instructs, you have no purpose but to obey.

The
human opposite has been restrained by another host, and is fully aware
of its fate so is terrorfied. He Doesn’t want to end up like you, but he
will have no choice…

Your memories are intact, as they serve
the the masters in the enslavement of mankind as they master can read
them, you know what the human victim is thinking by recalling your own
kidnap and assimiliation. He is hearing the screams of others being
taken over, seeing you under a masters control.  Like you he has lost
control of his bodily functions due to fear, as you approach with his
new master. A host you knew previously as a human attached the master to
you, it was your brother, and this human also knows you, it was your
former boyfriend.

You feel even more aroused than usual, little
does this human know the joy that awaits it as an obeying horny host
slave. Little does it know that all hosts have to exchange fluids on a
daily basis as the masters enjoy the thrill of orgasms, they keep us
horny and errect at all times.

Your ears of course blocked by you
master tendrils, so you can’t hear what the future host is shouting at
you as you attach it to his throat. The master immediately winds
tentacles around the neck of the human and attaches to the base of the
skull and spine, while two tenticles start to enter the ears – burning
their way into the future hosts mind.

the host will be sreaming
now as he slowly has parts of his brain disolved away, you recall this
process lasts no more than a few days and the extreeme agony the human
experiences is worth it in the end, to become an obeying host.

You
stand at attention as your master communes telepathically with other
masters, but you are aware of your masters promse, that when that host
is controlled, you will be the first to exhange body fluids with it. As
it becomes a host in the hive…

hypnojocks:

Who said that the final result of a brainwashing could be only a submissive, obedient fucktoy with goo for brain. No. You are special, therefore this brainwashing will be different. I know you want it jockboy. Just look into my eyes and relax. That’s it. With every blink you feel more and more calm. Free. Horny. As your eyes are closing you know when you open them, you’ll also open your mind for me. Good boi. Now peel off those clothes, and let those muscles be free. Let them breathe. Let them rule. It’s a good feeling, isn’t it? Setting your muscles free, waiting for someome to worship. Because deep down you know you were born to be worshipped.

It’s such a luck that we have this two mindless slave to do it for you. I know from the smile on your face that you like the idea. Just let them stroke your biceps, kiss your chest, lick your abs. Let their worship fill you with power. Because you know that you’re a man of power. You need to be more powerful and worshippers can give it to you. Stroke their had. Drive them to your cock and make them suck you. It feels great. One of them is sucking you and the other is licking the sweat off your balls. As they please you, your dick starts to throb. You’re so full of energy. So full of power. Just give in to the pleasure and pull their heads deeper on your cock. As the tension builds up in your body you sense the excitement of your slaves. You know what they crave. They need your cum. And once they taste it, they will be chained to you forever. You will always sense this crave. If you don’t then you will make others crave for you and your cum. You have your tools. Your muscles. Your musk. Your loose shiny shorts. Your ability to seduce and hypnotize others. Because once you made these two eat your cum you will gain all these powers.

Let the tension build in your body, pushing you to the edge. Grab the head of both slaves and position them to the top of your dick. Smile on them. Grin on them. Spit into their mouth as they’re begging you for your cum. And when you feel like do it. Because you’re in control. The lock is already on the slaves but the key is in your hands. Cum. Lock them. And throw away the keys.

Good boi. Good jock. Good god. Now your transformation is finished, you’re officially a hypnojock. Here’s your uniform: a pair of soft, silky, shiny shorts. As you put them on you feel as they make even more power flow into your body. Wear them with pride, they will serve you well.

Stop looking at me like that. You know that I made you. You just can’t do that. Stop! Well… Maybe one simple kiss on your smooth, shiny shorts wouldn’t hurt anyone. Rule my lord.

hypnohunk:

don’t resist soon it will be better!

hypnothrill:

Peter stretched lazily, then turned to look at the alarm clock. 11 am. This was the life–sleeping late, a whole week of vacation, staying in a time-share condo in the mountains with Joe, his best friend from college. It didn’t get much better than this. 

Still in his boxers and T-shirt, he headed out to the main room and spotted Joe, standing shirtless on the balcony, looking out at the valley below. “Hey, Joe! Heard you get up real early this morning. What’ve you been up to, man?”

Joe slowly spun around to face him, and Peter was horror-struck by what he saw. Joe’s eyes were blank, opaque, and there was a ghastly braindead smile on his face. One side of his neck was covered in a blotchy, yellowish rash, and his pants were unzipped, revealing his penis, the skin of which was covered in the same rash. 

As Peter was struck mute, Joe spoke: “I went for a walk. Such a nice walk. In the woods. And I brushed against something. That I shouldn’t have. But it’s okay. Because it’s changing me. And The Change feels good. And The Change can spread. You’ll like it too.”

Peter backed away. He had to get out of here, had to get help. Then Joe’s sickly smile grew even wider, and he spoke again: “Don’t worry. There’s nothing to worry about. I was worried at first. I even ran into your room. To get your advice. You’re a very sound sleeper. But it’s okay. You’ll understand soon.”

Slowly realizing something, Peter reached up to feel his neck. Oh god. He felt the beginnings of mottled welts. A rash. Where Joe had touched him while he slept. Oh, dear god…

And meanwhile, Joe’s unnaturally calm monotone continued: “…feels so good. You’ll understand….”

spiralfun:

The doorbell rang, and Eric went to answer it. He wasn’t expecting anyone and opened the door warily to see a man standing on his front porch and wearing a brown suit and white shirt with a bolo tie with crystals at the end. The man seemed to fidget a lot, shifting on his feet.

Eric lifted an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

The man continued to weave as he spoke. “Hello, yes, my name is Mr. Nott, and we’re doing a survey on fashion and such, and we wanted to get feedback in the latest designs out there.”

The man’s bobbing and weaving were distracting, and it took Eric an extra second to respond. “No, I don’t think I-”

Mr. Nott interrupted. “Oh, but sir, the flannel and jeans you’re wearing put you just in the right bracket, Male Western Casual. I just need to get your opinion and a few items, like my tie.”

Eric automatically looked at the tie. He had been flattered but still thought this was silly. He opened his mouth to respond when Mr. Nott spoke again in a deeper and more hushed tone.

“It’s nice, isn’t it, especially the crystals swaying. Just the thing to help after a tiring day.”

Mr. Nott’s swaying kept the crystals at the end of the tie swaying as well. Eric’s mind became more foggy as the induction started to take hold.

Mr. Nott started swaying faster. “Yes, it’s good to be able to relax, to watch the crystals go back and forth, forth and back. You need to concentrate on those if you’re going to answer my question, don’t you? And the best way to answer questions is to relax and observe.”

Eric’s eyes swung out of focus as they tried to track both. Seeing this, Mr. Nott stopped swaying, picked up the ends of his tie, and swung the crystals directly in front of Eric’s eyes.

“Yes, that’s the perfect way to answer any and all questions. Just… RELAX… and observe. You can RELAX so easily, watching the crystals swing back and forth.”

The fog in Eric’s mind made it hard to respond. “Yeah,” he said in a dreamy voice eventually.

“And while you’re watching them, a deep heavy fog rolls over every part of your mind, helping you to RELAX. Taking away your cares. Your worries. Lost in the mist.”

A goofy smile spread across Eric’s face.

“But you’re not RELAXed enough, but the fog knows what to do. To roll over your emotions. Lost in the mist. Still it goes on, helping that intense RELAXATION.”

Eric’s face slide into an impassive mask. “Relaxation,” he repeated after Mr. Nott.

Mr. Nott smiled. “So it rolls over your memories. Lost in the mist, you don’t miss them. Finally, your thoughts go the same way. You can just let them fall into that mist. RELAXing and observing, the answers will come to you, just as they are now. Through my voice.”

Eric stood, the same impassive look on his face, staring off into space.

Mr. Nott spoke up, “Now to test it. You like my tie.”

“I like your tie,” Eric responded automatically.

“Let’s try something else, shall we?” Mr. Nott grinned evilly. “Unbutton your shirt, let it hang open, and then unbuckle your belt, unzip your pants, and push them down a bit.”

Without hesitation, Eric carried out his instructions. When Mr. Nott saw the young man was going commando, he knew his quarry was under control.

“Perfect,” he said, as Eric returned to his original pose, his shirt falling open. Mr. Nott walked inside Eric’s house, pushing past the mesmerized hunk. “Come with me, my pet. We have much to discuss.”

Eric turned to follow his new controller, the endless numbing fog keeping everything flat and empty, and his mind open and receptive and under total domination…

uppityhomo:

Deep in your subconscious you realize that your name is now Boy 8. The only name you react to will be Boy 8. It’s the name you have always had. And when I call you Boy 8, you will reply with “Yes, Sir!”

hypnojocks:

Why am I laying half naked next to you? You really don’t care about it. Did you notice? My eyes are extremely light. Take a look, if you don’t believe it… I call it the cold steel look. There are no people in the world who could resist it. It is relaxing, isn’t it? It is taking you into another level, isn’t is? So deep, so relaxed… You love it… And since it belongs to me, you love me. You love me so much that you will do anything for me – without questions… It feels good, isn’t it? Just to give in to the cold steel look, and surrender to me…

Now that you are mine, why don’t you start your new life by licking your Masters armpit?

hypnojocks:

The moment when your mouth is filled with my hypnocum defines your destiny. And this destiny is to serve the owner of the cum noon and night. You will be an empty vessel, following orders, craving for a new portion. Your only purpose in life will be serving me, and it is okay for you. You want to serve me, don’t you.

Look at me with those blank eyes, I love to see when it takes effect. Just swallow it, and give in. Good boy, you are my slave now. 

hypnojocks:

You can’t resist me. Just keep looking into my eyes, don’t care about how I got into your bed, or why my look makes you feel so aroused. Just focus and relax. Nothing matters now, just me. Nothing matters now, just looking into my eyes. See the light. See how it’s shining. Feel how it arouses you. You are attracted to this feeling. You are attracted to me. Yes. You know this is true, as I allow your eyes to wander a bit on my body. See my strong arms, ready for you to lick it… See my hairy pits that needs to be sniffed by you. See my muscular chest, and my nipples. You want to suck them… Allow your sight to go deeper on my body. Down on my perfect abs, right to my bulge. It’s fascinating, isn’t it? You feel the urge to bury your face into it. You want to kiss, lick and sniff it. You know that I’m to powerful to fight. You know that I need to be worshipped. You know that you are mine. You need to set my cock free from the strip of the underwear, and once it is free there is no return. Once you saw it, it will control your life. The picture of my huge, hard cock will burn into your mind. You will be craving for it. You need to worship my cock. You need to worship me. You will be my slave and there is no reason to fight it. You are already weak. You are already relaxed. You are already hard. You know what I’m telling you is the truth. You already laying between my legs, inhaling the sweet scent of my balls. That makes you even more aroused. It drives you crazy. Don’t fight it, and start worshipping my cock. Set it free, and accept your fate as my slave.