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Opening the new app, he was surprised the app didn’t immediately list the workout regimens it promised. Instead, the screen flashed and spun. For a moment, he debated closing the app, but he found it hard to look away. In just a few minutes, he was staring, mouth agape. His mind slowly drained and was replaced by a need to obey the app. Now, he sent the first of many pics to the creator of the app, his new master.
He knelt, knowing it was his place: On his knees. He had cum three times in the last hour since he saw the spiral, each time losing more and more of his mind. Now, prepping for the fourth time, he drooled as he stared. His mind was already turned to mush, and his will was all but gone. After he cums, it will be the last time he cums as a man. After that, he will be a slave, a pet to be used by his Master. But he didn’t care. To be fair, he stopped caring after the first time he came. It felt so good to submit. It felt so good to be a dumb pet, knowing nothing but servitude and building himself for his Master. His face passive and blank as his cock swelled. Pumping mindlessly, he felt it harden in his hand. It quivered. It pulsed. A pleasurable pressure built in his balls and the base of his cock. The spiral continued, as a voice spoke, telling him to push the last of his will and mind into the cum that will soon be shooting out of him. He obeyed the spiral, obeyed the voice, the words, his Master. His cock’s head swelled as cum raced up the shaft. White streams poured out of it, along with all that was left of the man. Now, the Slave stayed kneeling, in his rightful place. He was ready to serve, and it brought him peace. He was perfect as a slave, and this knowledge filled him with joy his old self had never known.
Obedience is perfection.
Doctor’s Orders
I moved to a new state recently, so I had no choice but to get a new doctor. The waiting room was empty. My appointment was the last one today.
This chick I just started dating was being way too paranoid about having sex. She worried about me not being clean. She thought I might have something. Sure, I’ve fucked around a lot, but I’m careful. Whatever, I just needed to get a few tests, and once the doctor said I was clean, I could fuck her and move on.
When they called my name, I hurried in, eager to get it over with. The doctor looked like he should be modeling instead of working here. I was kind of jealous. I bet this chick would’ve let me fuck her already if I looked as good as this guy.
“So what do you need today? Typical checkup?” he asked.
“Just need to get tested for STDs,” I answered impatiently.
“Anything in particular?”
“The usual ones I guess. You’d know better than me,” I said.
He looked a little annoyed. I was being short with him. I guess I was more impatient than I realized.
“Have you had anything in the past?”
I shook my head, and then I noticed I was tapping my foot in impatience.
“Why don’t you relax? There’s no need to rush,” he said.
He had a deep, soothing voice, and I had to admit it helped me relax. But I still wanted to get out of there. He was fiddling with some tools at the counter while he kept talking.
“This will go much smoother if you just take a breath. In and out. Just calm down. Relax.”
He sat down in front of me. I was breathing slower. It was helping. I didn’t know why I needed to relax so much for a few tests, but I was definitely calming down.
“Don’t think about it. You were right. I do know better than you.”
“You are the doctor,” I muttered. The words were harder to get out than I expected. My mind had a hard time processing them.
“Yes, and you need to trust your doctor. You trust me, don’t you?”
I nodded. His words made so much sense.
“Good. Now, just focus on my finger as I move it back and forth.”
He kept waving it back and forth, slowly, as if it were a pendulum. He kept saying things as he did this, but I was more focused on following his finger than listening to the words. I caught a few of them. Relax. Deep. Trust.
“W-wait,” I managed to get out. “What does this have to do with getting tested?”
“Shhh. Don’t think. You trust me. Let me think for you.”
“Let you think…” I said, the words flowing out of my mouth just like his words were flowing into my mind.
Then all of the sudden, he stopped waving his finger and pointed it at me. He moved it forward and touched my forehead, and there was a purple flash of light.
When I woke up, I was naked on a table, my dick was hard, and my head felt lighter than ever. The doctor walked up to me, a grin on his face, and he began to stroke my dick.
“How are you, boy?” he asked.
“I’m great, doctor,” I said through the haze in my mind.
“Good boy. I understand you came here to get tested so you could have sex with some chick?”
“No, that doesn’t make sense. I just want to have sex with you,” I said.
Why would I want to fuck anyone else? I just wanted my doctor to fuck me.
“That’s right. There’s nobody else but me,” he said.
He leaned down and kissed me deep, our tongues writhing passionately against each other. I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him. As his tongue nearly went down my throat, I felt his strong hands rhythmically moving up and down my cock. He went faster and faster as my precum started to drip.
“Now, boy, get up and face the wall.”
I stood and moved toward the wall, eager for what was coming.
“I’m going to prescribe you something. A fuck a day. My cock in your ass every time. You understand?”
“Yes, doctor.”
His breath against my neck, his rock hard dick against my ass. And my virgin ass let him slip inside me. A moan of pleasure escaped me as he started to fuck me, slow. And then fast. And then we pushed into each other, and he slipped in deeper. And I slipped deeper under his control.
Just what the doctor ordered.
Each twist eradicates more and more of your mind. Your memory twists away, falling into the spiral’s deep, bottomless center. Your thoughts now follow, your mind draining down into the center. Finally, your will leaves you, emptying you totally. Your mind and will now rest in the spiral, making you belong to it, and to the voice guiding you deeper. Your master’s voice. My voice.
“Bro, do what Coach says! You’ll feel so much better if you stop fighting it and just watch.”
Travis stared down into his roommate Ian’s wide, open, unseeing eyes. Ian was on the floor, half-crouched, half-slumped, head craned up to one side. He’d been in this position ever since Travis set off the trance bomb, and he’d stay there until his processing was complete.
In the small part of his brain that will still almost his own, Travis regretted having to use the bomb on his friend. If only Ian had been willing to receive his seed, to become linked to the Master. If only he hadn’t run when Travis presented his enhanced sex organ.
It was good that the tattoo artist had given Travis the Trance Bomb to help him in his new duties. Had given it to him just last night, in the backroom of his shop, where he’d seeded Travis, and show him Master’s way, then etched the sign of Master’s link around his right bicep…
As the intense lights of the Trance Bomb began to fade, Ian’s eyes took on a pleading look, as he muttered weakly, “Master’s seed…must be linked…”
Travis was all too happy to quench his friend’s thirst, and as he seeded Ian’s throat, he imagined taking him to the tattoo artist, so that Ian could bear Master’s mark on the outside as well. And maybe he could get some more Trance Bombs, to help with the friends that he and Ian would need to introduce to Master’s way…
He was cocky and rude most of the time. But that changed when he saw the spiral that had drained his PHD mind so long ago, turning him into a dumb jock. When he saw that spiral, he fell to his knees and worshiped his Master’s cock.
Not that Aaron realised it but his weak mind and strong body had been too great a prize for the stage hypnotist he’d taken his girlfriend to see a month ago to pass up – and so the seed of obedience had been placed in his mind.
Every morning and every night the man would call him and, thanks to that carefully implanted, post-hypnotic suggestion, Aaron would fall into trance and obediently answer so that he could be taken under deeper, hypnotized further.
Falling more and more under the amoral man’s spell with every call, his conscious mind locked away, Aaron can do nothing but stand on the spot, listen and obey every word – even as he is systematically made into a plaything.
A straight friend of mine scoffed at the idea of me hypnotizing him saying that I can not hypnotize him, that hypnosis is fake and to prove that to me he was going to let me try to hypnotize him this one time. I went into my induction and he slid deeper and deeper into a relaxed mind-numbing trance and was extremely receptive to everything I said to him. I told him to I told him to undress for me and then lay back down on the bed going fifty times deeper than he was before. I told him that he has become infatuated with me. That he has never known such pleasure and he started moaning with pleasure. That he craves my cock and when he thinks about me or is with me the feeling of lust and pleasure is the greatest he has ever experienced. I told him that my words make him so very obedient to me and my words are his only truth. That, That truth is that he loves me and he loves my cock. That he loves me and loves my cock more than he has ever loved anyone. That he needs to worship me and my cock. I told him to slowly start stroking his cock and with each stroke on his cock he will feel he is stroking his cock and my cock at the same time. With each stroke he becomes stronger and stronger linked to me and when he knows that he is totally linked to me forever our cocks will cum simultaneously over you and when you have milked every last drop of our cum out of us he will keep holding our cocks with his right hand and with his left hand rub our cum into his body knowing that now he is totally and completely linked to me absolutely unable to resist me and wiping away all independent thought when he is with me. I told him he wants it. He needs it. He wants me. He loves me. He loves my cock. He laid there stroking his cock with such passion saying want you, love you,, love your cock, love you. After a little while I could see he was on the verge of climax as his body buckled and thrusted and he exploded cuming. He shuddered and laid there motionless holding his cock and with the other hand rubbing his cum into his body. I told him he utterly belongs to me now. He loves me, he loves my cock, he needs my cock. That he loves me and only me and woke him up. As he woke up he said see I knew you couldn’t hypnotize me, What the FUCK I’m naked holding my cock in front of you. He then looked at me for answers and as soon as he saw me his expression changed to one of love, passion and love and got up off the bed to me saying I love you, I live your cock. Good boy
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