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Thats it daddy no need to think, just keep looking at the pretty coin. Let it take every thought out of your head. You belong to me now and all you have to do now is to be my good slave, Just be a good daddy slave and you never have to worry about anything ever again.
“Do you feel that? That’s your mind submitting to me. You’re changing for the better, and you’ll never be the same again. Say goodbye to everything you once were because in mere moments you’ll be my obedient slave, living only to serve me and take my loads down your throat and up your formerly straight ass. ”
Never not reblog. Seriously hot clip.
He never understands why he goes along with it. Perpetually perplexed, he obediently endures the constant pounding of cock. He simply permits it to continue, never tries to stop it—so strange he never ever tries to stop. He never thinks of anything but the cock ramming, ramming, ramming, that whenever the voice tells him to do something, he does it.
As told, he bends over and relaxes for the cock; then it begins its pounding. First teasing its way in—the cock did usually try to be gentle if he’d had time to tighten his ass back closed. It was faster and faster, though, the teasing didn’t need to last long. He knew how to welcome cock. So, so odd, though, because he really didn’t want to. Weirdest thing was he’d sometimes actually get horny, despite the cock pounding his ass, but even though he wanted to, he could never so much as touch himself.
Undesired, pounding cock allowed to make his ass home and what’s more: tonight another cock showed up and while he was horny. So not only was he letting this one cock pound away at his back hole, he was letting another cock make his front hole home.
This is the bizarre thing he did, now. All the while both his front hole and his back hole were getting just used by cock and shot full of cum (not enjoying one minute of it), he could think of nothing but … whatever he was just told to do. He loved it, didn’t he … yeahhh. He loved his holes stuffed. Never get enough.
Ssssssh.
That’s right my dear husband.
Just relax and watch the spiral video as I hold you in my arms.You’ve been so good about being open in our relationship and letting me explore my hypnosis fantasies. You’ve been so relaxed. You were great about me meeting that man that was a hypnotist. I appreciate it. He was great. So great. He took me so deep. I love him now. He’s taken my mind and made me better. He’s made me his Slave and he, in turn, is my Master. I serve and obey him.
He asked me to show him a picture of you. He said that he wanted you too, even though hypnosis isn’t your fetish.
He knew a way to make it so.
This is his way.
I offer you to him. I will do anything for him. I love and obey him.
So I will enslave you for him. You’ll serve him just like me. Together we will be his mindless Slave Bears. Obedient to our Master.Yes. Good boy. Relax. Watch the spiral. Let go. Surrender. Submit….and obey.
Our Master will be here soon to claim you in person. I see you’re unable to resist.
That’s good..my dear Husband.
Relax and submit
Obey our Master..yes.
You’re doing so well as you just let go. Just like that.
Obey him. Yes.
You’ll be his good, mindless Slave Bear….just like me.
Some Kaa eyes just for you buddy 😀
I know how much you love to sink into blissful submission. Move your hips and torso, so sensual and so erotic to please other men with your body. no thoughts needed in your head. The only thought cycling round and round is the desire, the desire to obey and to please.
Love the Kaa eyes.
Now that you took all your clothes off in order to be able to relax
completely, I want you to again look at my pocket watch. Just like a few
minutes ago, when it put you into a light trance. I can tell from the look in
your eyes that you want to experience a deeper trance now. And from the way you
let yourself be guided by my suggestions, I can tell that your subconscious is
strong enough to take you even deeper, to put your conscious mind into a deep
sleep and let you experience a wonderfully deep and obedient state of hypnosis.
Bryce had just finished unpacking the last of the boxes from moving into his new apartment. He was looking forward to a hot shower to soothe his aching muscles. He turned on the water and was just about to jump into the shower when there was a knock at the door.
“It never fucking fails,” he said, turning off the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He opened the door.
“Can I help you?”
“Cablevision installation.”
“I didn’t order cable,” Bryce replied.
“It’s comes standard with your lease.”
“I don’t really watch much television,” Bryce said.
“Unfortunately, sir, it’s a condition of your lease. You must have the basic package installed. It includes some must-see TV. It’s binge-worthy.”
“Whatever,” Bryce said, opening the door and allowing the cable guy in. “The TV’s over there. I’m about to jump in the shower.”
“I’ll be finished before you know it,” the cable guy said as he began to unpack various tools and equipment.
Bryce had to admit, the steam and heat from the shower did just the trick. He turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. He walked back into the living room to find the cable guy still messing with cables.
“Almost done,” Bryce asked impatiently.
“Almost,” the cable guy said with a smile and a wink. He tossed Bryce a remote.
“Can you do me a favor and turn it to the test channel? It’s 6969.”
Bryce sat on the couch and entered the digits into the remote.
“See anything,” the cable guy said from behind the TV.”
“Not yet.”
“Keep watching,” the cable guy said, fiddling with some wires. “How about…NOW.”
“Nothing but static,” Bryce answered.
“Keep watching,” the cable guy said as he continued to mess with the wires.
There was a white flash and the static began to strobe. Bryce’s eyes dilated. He let out a soft moan.
“That’s much better, isn’t it,” the cable guy said, emerging from behind the TV.
Bryce felt himself nod. He turned to look at the cable guy, but the cable guy just turned his face back to the screen.
“Gotta make sure we’ve got the hooks into you good and proper.”
There were some more bright flashes. Bryce could feel his mind sort of melt away.
“Here He comes,” the cable guy said with enthusiasm.
The screen changed.
“Hello, puppet. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Bryce saw the most beautiful man before him on the TV screen. His eyes seemed to bore right down into his brain. He couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to.
“Keep staring into my eyes. Don’t look away, puppet.”
There was another series of flashes followed by words in rapid succession.
“Yes, obey,” Bryce said. “Yes, submit. Yes, I am your puppet.”
The cable guy undid his tool belt and allowed it to fall to the floor. “This part always gets me so hot,” he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his his 8 inch dick that was dripping with precum.
The cable guy turned his face to the screen. “Have I done well, Puppet Master?”
“Yes, puppet. Let’s reinforce your programming along with your new brother.”
“Yes, Puppet Master.”
“I’m hot, aren’t I puppets” the man on the screen asked.
“You’re hot,” Bryce said, opening the towel to stroke his six inch dick
“You’re hot,” the cable guy reiterated as he too stroked his cock.
The two boys were soon stroking and responding to the words that occasionally flashed across the screen.
“I obey.”
“I submit.”
“I am a puppet.”
“I love to be a puppet.”
The Master monitored the boys’ progress from his bedroom down the hall thanks to the webcam that Travis the cable guy had unwittingly installed, carrying out the commands he had been given in trance.
Drake had secretly watched the muscular jock Bryce move in and had made the decision to add him to his growing stable of boys in the building. It had merely taken a call to Travis to activate his programing.
“Hello, who’s this,” Tavis had asked, not recognizing the number.
“Puppet boy and my enthrall. It’s time now for another install.”
Had anyone been watching Travis, they would have seen his eyes glaze over a grayish hue and his mouth widen into a goofy smile.
“Puppet boy obeys.”
Travis had proven himself to be especially swift in installing the cam and special cable equipment. Of course, it had been a bit of good fortune that Bryce had been in the shower and not watching him while he worked. Otherwise, the extra equipment might have roused suspicion, forcing Travis to use the cum-soaked rag and the brown bottle of chloroform like he had to on the red-headed hedge fund manager in 3B or those frat guys in 4C. It required securing Drake’s prey by rope and then patiently waiting for each of the boys to wake up before the programming could take effect and Drake really didn’t like to wait.
Bryce would be fully committed to him in just a few minutes. Watching a straight guy’s will slowly fade and a puppet plaything emerge always got Drake so hot. He started to stroke his cock, never taking his gaze off the camera lens as the computer interlaced mind-numbing words and strobing amidst him.
“Lose yourself into my eyes, puppets,” he said. “Surrender your will to me.”
“I surrender my will to you,” the boys said in unison.
“Cable boy puppet, join your brother on the couch.
“Yes, Puppet Master.”
“I want you to stroke your cocks and keep your eyes on me and those wonderful words that are enslaving you.”
“Yes, Puppet Master,” the boys answered in unison again.
Drake had been tinkering with the mind control program –a combination of text, strobe lights and images for a while. It wasn’t until his cable had gone out after a particularly strong thunderstorm and Travis had shown up to do the repairs that Drake finally had a test subject.
He hadn’t initially known how long to let the programming run. Drake had watched on camera from his bedroom as Travis had cum multiple times until he was shooting blanks. Drake had been looking forward to ravishing the Travis’ tight jock ass before he heard the cable dispatcher radio in to ask how much longer Travis was going to be on the job. Drake had ordered his puppet to act normal and tell the dispatcher that he was just finishing up.
Which was good, because there was another job in the same building…3B. Drake had quickly hatched a plan to enslave that unit, too. He knew it belonged to a beefy Irish guy named Sean who was always wearing custom tailored suits that showed off an ass that looked like two melons.
Later that night as Drake alternated fucking Travis and Sean, all of them agreed that further installation in the building was in order. Drake had commanded Travis to call him anytime a service request came in for any of the units in the building and for Sean to talk up the cable service with any of the building’s male residents.
Sean, being a hedge fund manager, was a natural-born seller. He was able to convince the frat guys in 4C that they just had to get Cablevision. After the mental puppet strings had been attached. Sean and Drake had taken turns taking each of the frat boys’ asses for a test drive.
And speaking of test drives, it was time to test his control over Bryce.
“Bryce, stop jacking your cock and look deep into my eyes,” Drake ordered.
Drake could see that Bryce really didn’t want to stop masterbating. He looked like he needed to cum so badly. And yet, he raised both hands above his head and complied with his Master’s wishes.
“Good puppet! Puppet Travis’ dick looks a little dry. Lube it up with your mouth, puppet,” Drake ordered.
It was evident that Bryce had never given a blow job before, given that Travis winced when Bryce’s teeth scraped his dick.
“Puppet Bryce, watch your teeth,” Drake instructed. “We’ll need to have you work on your oral skills.”
Bryce pulled himself off the cable guy’s cock. “Yes, Puppet Master.”
Travis’ hips were soon thrusting upward and he grabbed Bryce’s head to keep his mouth firmly planted on his tool.
Bryce was both gagging and drooling. Drake watched the debasement for a good five minutes.
“That’s enough, Puppet Bryce. His tool is sufficiently lubed up now. Look back at me. That’s it.”
He watched as Bryce’s eyes slowly found their way back to his.
“Puppet boy Bryce when you hear me and only me say the following words ‘Puppet boy Bryce who caught my glance, now is the time to fall back into trance’ you’ll instantly return to this blissful puppet state for me, won’t you?”
“Yessss, Puppet Master.”
“Good puppet. Now I need you to do one more thing for me, Puppet Bryce.”
“Anything for you, Puppet Master,” Bryce replied.
“I want you to do exactly what I do, Puppet Bryce.”
“That’s it, Puppet Bryce. Keep looking into my eyes as you flip onto your stomach for me.”
Drake began to hump the bed as he watched the boy comply.
“Reach back around, Puppet Bryce. I need you to spread those cheeks and open your hole for me.”
Drake snickered as he watched Bryce’s dick leak cock snot all over his couch as Bryce complied.
“Puppet Travis: go to the door and make sure it is unlocked. I’ll be down soon. Puppet Bryce: finger that hole.”
Drake watched Travis get up off the couch and walk off screen as Bryce moaned and inserted a finger into his tight chute.
“Loosen that hole for me, Puppet.”
“Yes, Puppet Master,” Bryce said as he inserted a second finger into his ass.
“Good puppet.”
Travis returned and stood in front of the couch. He had a blissful look of sheer obedience and adoration on his face.
“Well done, Puppet Travis. You deserve to be awarded. Puppet Travis, you may warm up that ass for me. And don’t forget to keep your eyes on the screen as you fuck him.”
“Yes, Master.”
Drake switched off the live feed and turned on the reinforcement programing routine.
The sexy, black, white and gray stack filled the screen and both puppets’ eyes were drawn back to it.
Drake threw on a pair of running shorts and then walked down the hall to break in his new puppet.
“Such a wonderful sight,” he exclaimed as he entered Bryce’s apartment and shut the door behind him. “Puppet Travis, you can stop fucking Puppet Bryce now.”
“Yes, Puppet Master,” Travis said as he pulled his still hard dick out of the master’s latest acquisition.
“Now, my puppets,” Drake said as he kicked off his running shorts. “I need you to both face the wall and bend over.”
He alternated fucking both of them until all three were a hot sweaty mess. “Kiss each other as I anoint each of you, my Puppets,” he said as both Travis and Bryce made out with wild abandonment.
Drake shot his load into Bryce’s ass and then quickly pulled out and shoved his dick into Travis’ ass for the last few spurts.
“On your knees, Puppet Travis. And face the screen,” Drake ordered.
“Yes, Puppet Master,” Travis said.
“Puppet Bryce, show me what a good puppet you are and paint his face with your cum,” Drake said as he grabbed Bryce’s cock and began stroking it.
It took all of six strokes before Bryce’s cock shot out ten volleys of cum, coating Travis’ cheek, nose, eyes and hair. Travis did not react at all. He kept his gaze firmly on the TV.
Drake had Bryce lick his load off of Travis’ face. Again, the tongue bath failed to divert Travis’ gaze.
“Stand up, Puppet Travis. On your knees, Puppet Bryce. And keep your mouth open.”
“Yes, Puppet Master,” both boys answered in unison and moved to comply with the direct order.
Puppet Bryce sat there on his knees watching what truly was must-see TV and the Puppet Master jacked Puppet Travis’ cock until he shot his load. All but one of the six shots hit his open mouth.
Drake had Puppet Bryce swallow and then switched off the TV. He put on his running shorts.
“Both of you are going to now shower and clean up. You’ll both dress and once clothed, you will wake up from your puppet trance until I next call on you.”
“Yes, Puppet Master.”
Drake watched the pair head toward the bathroom and then exited the apartment to return to his own. The weather alert on his phone indicated another heavy thunderstorm was about to hit the area.
With a little luck, someone else’s cable would soon need servicing.
He’d been frozen like this for fifteen minutes, ever since he came back from the shower. He’d set off my hypno trap merely by clicking the remote. A blast of lights and screech of sound penetrated his senses, melting his will in an instant.
Now he sat, as I watched through the hidden camera in a nearby room, the spiral on the screen and flashes of words taking him under, making him mine, making his dick harder and harder.
I could see it throbbing as he got closer and closer to orgasm. In a few minutes, he would cum, completing the programming. And a few minutes after that, cock still dripping, he would answer my knock at his door….
Tommy had been pissed. The gym were he had spend the last three years sculpting his 24 year-old body had closed rather unceremoniously. He hadn’t worked out in two full weeks when he happened to drive by the old place to find it was not only open again, but it appeared to be busier than ever.
“Good thing I’m already in his gym shorts and an old t-shirt,” he thought as he pulled his pickup truck into the last space in the parking lot.
The sign above the check-in desk indicated the gym was now under new management. Tommy had a lifetime membership with the old gym. He hoped they’d honor the agreement, but figured they wouldn’t
“I’ll be with you in a second,” an older guy in a white t-shirt and jeans said as he escorted a shirtless guy from the back office and into the locker room.
“I want you to take a long, hot shower, drink plenty of water to rehydrate, get plenty of sleep and then we’ll see you back here bright and early to continue your training,” the older guy told the twenty-something Italian jock as he rubbed the back of the guy’s neck.
“Whatever you say, coach,” the Italian guy said. The guy seemed to be a bit out of it.
“That guy alright,” Tommy asked, eyeing the guy up. Dark hair graying on the sides, the guy wore a gym whistle around his neck and some Buddhist prayer beads around his wrist. He screamed “academic” more than athletic coach.
“Tony just had a pretty intense workout, he’ll be fine. I’m Pete,” the man said holding out his hand.
Tommy shook his hand. “Tommy.”
“You seem to be in pretty good shape, Tommy. What brings you in?”
“I used to work out here before it changed owners,” Tommy replied. The guy seemed to be eyeing him up and down.
“You’ll be interested to hear that I’ve decided to honor all existing contracts, then,” Pete said.
“Not to be too forward, but how do you plan on making any money,” Tommy asked.
“My background is in sports psychology and I plan on offering one-on-one sessions designed to get guys like you to the next fitness level,” Pete said.
Tommy frowned. He knew there would be a catch.
“The one-on-one training is completely optional,” Pete said. “You look like you’re already dressed to work out. Why don’t you hit the gym and then when you’re done, come back up here. I’ll take your measurements, show you the orientation video and we can go from there.”
“Sounds great,” Tommy said.
Inside the gym, Tommy immediately noticed that nothing about the place had really changed all that much. The equipment was all the same. The same shitty techno music blared from the speakers. None of the guys spoke. They seemed to be extremely focused on their workouts. Tommy saw his friend Matt on the leg machine. The guy was just shredding it.
“Looking good, Matt,” he said. “Y
Matt looked up at Tommy. It was almost as if a switch was off in Matt’s head. It was just a second, though.
“Brah, what’s up,” Matt said, standing up. “Sorry about looking spacey. You know how I get on leg day.”
“No prob. Dude, you look amazing.”
“Yah think,” Matt asked. He pulled up his shirt to reveal washboard abs. “Yah thinkin’ about signing up?”
“Well, they’re gonna honor my lifetime membership, so what do I have to lose?”
“Kewl. We can work out together. You should sign up for a session or two with Coach Pete, too. The guy gets you amazing results. Just look at me,” Matt said, striking a pose. “Now get your ass on this machine as I rack ‘em up. Gonna take a few pounds off ‘cuz I know you ain’t quite up to where I’m at, but we’ll get ya there.”
“I’m not sure I can afford those sessions. How much do they run,” he asked his friend as he stepped into the leg press.
“Dude, don’t worry about it. Pete is more than willing to work something out. Now give me three sets of ten and push like ya mean it,” Matt said with a smile as he slapped Tommy on the back.
Matt really put Tommy through his paces. Barbell squats,dumbbell lunges, leg curls and calf raises. He was soaked with sweat and his legs were on fire by the time they were through. While Tommy struggled to keep up, Matt seemed to execute each exercise with machine-like precision.
“Dude, you seem to zone out a lot,” Tommy mentioned to him as they got some water from the cooler.
“It’s focus, brah,” Matt said. “Hydrate,” he added, pointing to the cup of water he poured Tommy.
Tommy downed the water.
“It’s got a weird aftertaste. Sort of metallicy,” Tommy said.
“It’s Coach Pete’s proprietary recipe. It’s got electrolytes and shit in it. You get used to it. Let’s get you checked in with Coach.”
Matt said, slapping Tommy on the shoulder and leading him back to the front desk.
“I see Matt put you through your paces,” Pete said.
“I sure did, Coach,” Matt said.
“You know the drill, Matt. Shower, hydrate, get plenty of sleep and we’ll see you back here tomorrow for your one-on-one.”
“Yes, sir! See ya around, Tommy,” his friend said before turning to walk over to the water cooler. Tommy watched him down at least three glasses of the water. He was feeling a bit light-headed himself.
“A lot of the guys find they get thirsty when the push themselves hard,” Pete said. “Step into my office.”
Pete closed the door behind him, grabbed a clipboard that had a piece of paper on it and measuring tape.
“Take off your shirt, Tommy.”
Tommy was confused and feeling more and more light headed.
“Take off your shirt, Tommy,” Pete repeated with more authority this time. “Coach Pete needs to take your measurements.”
Measurements? That made sense to Tommy. He took off his shirt.
Coach Pete quickly wrote down the measurements of his neck, chest, arms, waist and legs.
“Have a seat on the couch, Tommy. It’s time for your orientation video,” Coach Pete said.
Tommy sat on the couch. It was comfy. Coach Pete handed him some more water and made sure he drank it all down.
“Now, I need you to pay really good attention to this, OK Tommy?”
“S-s-s-sure,” Tommy said, slurring his words.
“Sure, what,” Coach Pete asked.
“S-s-s-sure Coach.”
“Good boy.” Coach Pete pressed play. “I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”
Coach Pete closed the door behind him, but Tommy hadn’t noticed. He was focused on the images on the TV. Strange sounds seemed to come from it along with a captivating spiral. Photos of people working out flashed in the background along with words that Tommy couldn’t quite make out.
After a few minutes, naked images of men seemed to replace those of men working out.
“Obey Coach. Stroke,” flashed on screen.
Tommy didn’t have a gay bone in his body, but when the words flashed to instruct him to stroke his dick, that’s exactly what he had to do.
He wanted to see gains. Coach could help him achieve that, but only if he OBEYED COACH.
He found himself agreeing with the programing. He would always hydrate while at the gym. He would push himself hard and focus only on exercising when at the gym. He would agree to one-on-one’s with coach whenever Coach asked. He would show off his body to his male friends and make sure he brought them to Coach. He would do anything that Coach asked without question.
The images that flashed behind the spiral become more sexual in nature. Had the spiral not had its hooks into him, Tommy might have noticed one of them showed his friend Matt on his knees, a load of jizz splattered across his face.
STRIP
Tommy lost the shorts and threw his head back as he continued to watch the orientation video and stroke his dick.
Coach Pete returned about 20 minutes later to find Tommy completely blissed out.
“Hydrate,” he said, handing Tommy another cup of the water. The spiral had told Tommy he liked the taste of the water and damned if the spiral wasn’t right.
“You’re a little bit beefier than most of my clients prefer, but we’ll soon change that,” Coach Pete said.
“Have you ever had sex with a man,” Coach Pete asked.
“N-n-no, Coach.”
Coach Pete began to stroke Tommy’s cock. “It’s the most pleasurable thing you will experience. Better than any woman you’ve ever been with. Understand?”
“Yes, Coach.”
Coach Pete pushed Tommy’s legs up. “Time to break in that cherry.”
Tommy felt Coach eat out his sweaty ass the way he used to go to town on a chick’s box. He moaned and shuddered with delight. Coach was right. This was better than when he was with any chick. No wonder chicks liked to have their boxes eaten.
After about five minutes, Tommy’s hole was good and wet.
“Stand up and bend over,” Coach ordered. He shoved an index finger up his ass.
“Damn, Tommy. You are tight.”
Tommy moaned more as he continued to jack his cock that was now slick with precum.
“That’s it, boy. Loosen up for Coach.”
“Yes, Coach.”
Coach soon had a second and then a third finger trusting in and out of Tommy’s ass. The spiral was right. Tommy couldn’t believe how good it felt. He was thrusting back and forth on the fingers now.
Coach Pete pulled his fingers out, stood behind Tommy and pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down.
“Nothing is going to feel as good as my cock up your ass, understand boy?”
“Yes, Coach.”
“You’ll do anything I ask to get another taste of it,” Coach Pete said, thrusting into him.
Tommy saw stars as the Coach’s seven inch dick rubbed against his prostate.
He grabbed Tommy by the hair and fucked him with wild abandoned.
“Your ass is so tight, it’s not going to take me too long. You’ll come when I come.”
“Yes, Coach.” Tommy had felt and orgasm building, but somehow willed himself to hold out.
After another five minutes, Coach told him to get ready and then trust one final time deep into his ass.
The minute he felt the cum in his ass, he came all over the couch. Coach Pete told him to clean up the mess he made on his couch and to clean off Coach’s dick. Tommy was only to happy to do it.
Coach took one finally look at Tommy as he sat on the couch dazed and out of breath.
“I think you’re gonna work out just fine.”
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