hypnoseros:

The Frat house was oddly easy to infiltrate. They let all of the pledges just stay in the house with the brothers. All it took was one good kegger and I got most of the frat fitted with their new collars. And with half the frat under my control, it was only too easy to get the rest. After all the best part of the frat is trusting your brothers. Now they trust each other and keep me happy.

hypnoseros:

He had been listening to the tape his brother in law had left for him. It was supposed to be a live Doors album, but it was something else underneath. The more he listened the better it felt and soon he just let the music roll over his mind letting it tell him who he was and what he believed. Before long he was naked and hard sitting there listening, waiting for his master to come and claim him.

hypnoseros:

The two cops thought they were going to bust a criminal in four states, they had recognized him from ATB description. They thought it would be no problem. They were wrong.

The only thing they accomplished by the end of the day was having their puny minds ensnared and their bodies bent to the service of their new master.

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It’s the last thing Mark expects when he walks into the house.  His dad is bent over being fucked by the neighbor and he’s actually enjoying it.

Begging for it. Calling him master.

And the next thing that happens is Mark can feel himself wanting to enjoy the sight too. He can feel his hand guiding itself to his cock.

Wanting to jerk off, wanting to get on his knees in front of his dad.  And obviously Mark obliges for their neighbor like a happy new slave.

stateslave:

I thoughy you may like this new pendant, Daddy.
Yes, it is shiny. So shiny. Kind of makes it hard to think of anything else. Or to even think at all.
No, it’s okay. You don’t need to think as you stare at the pendant. That’s right, you will feel dumb. So dumb. And weak as you fall to your knees at Master’s feet. Such a dumb and obedient Daddy. Now fuck me like the dumb drone you are.

hypnotop92:

He stared at the television as he stroked his cock. He wasn’t sure why the TV displayed some weird spiral and played such strange sounds. By this time, he didn’t care. He just needed to cum. No matter how long or hard he stroked, he couldn’t. His son’s best friend walked in, and he knew why he couldn’t. He needed permission from this boy. He needed permission from his Master.