Kevin sat back in the comfy, overstuffed leather chair and listened to the court-appointed therapist drone on about Kevin needing to show him real progress. How he didn’t think Kevin was committed to therapy, much less FOCUSED on it.

It was only his second session and much like last time, Kevin’s mind just seemed to slip as soon as he folded his arms and sat in the chair. The light on the therapist’s table cast a strange, green light. It seemed to pulse and glow. It soft humming seemed to lull him into a fair away state as the therapist went on and on.

“Good, Kevin. I see you’ve found my desk lamp. Just let it’s green warmth wash all over you.”

Kevin sighed and felt his body slip further into the chair. 

“As your body sinks further and further into the chair, feel your breathing becoming deeper and deeper. You are completely focused on my words and on the beautiful, emerald glow of the lamp, aren’t you Kevin?”

“Yessss,” he heard himself say from what seemed like a far away place.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Very good, Kevin. You have always responded to strength, to control. You have always responded to it and now it is time to feel it. It is time to feel it through every inch of your body. You are going to feel me taking control, of your body, of you, of who and what you are. You want that more than anything, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re mind is becoming fuzzy, isn’t it?”

“Fuzzy.”

“You love this feeling. This feeling of losing control. It was loss of control that brought you to me after your wife filed the restraining order. Helplessly guided downward, downward into a trance. You want to go further down, don’t you.”

“Yessss,” Kevin said as he began to drool from the pleasure of release.

“I’m going to count down from five to one and take you deeper than you were last week. Let’s begin. FIVE – stripping away your self control, stripping away your mind. Feel my words taking charge, taking control. They are more important than your own desires, than your own needs. You simply must obey.”

Kevin hear the word “obey” ricochet through his brain. “Must obey,” he replied. 

He immediately felt a jolt of pleasure and his cock began to harden.  

“FOUR,” the therapist continued. “The obedience is getting deeper now. You find that my commands simply have to be obeyed. Your mind cannot struggle against them, it cannot resist them, it just simply embraces them. Accepting anything that I command is what you need because you exist to serve right now your mind exists to obey.”

“Serve. Obey.” Kevin replied.

“Show me how well you obey. Open your pants and stroke your cock.”

Last week, it had taken Kevin a count of 20 before he tugged as his zipper and displayed his junk for the therapist and subconsciously he wanted to show the therapist that he was making progress and unzipped. A wave of pleasure hit him.

A part of Kevin’s old self was struggling with this. The old Kevin thought it was gay to be jacking off in front of another guy. Old Kevin was fighting to take back control. He stopped stroking.

“THREE! It doesn’t matter what you want. You are here to obey and serve.”

The therapist stood up from his desk, walked over to Kevin and forced his head to turn and look at the lamp. The emerald green light and the humming once again seemed to push the old Kevin to some recess of his brain. 

 "That’s right. There is no other choice. You simply must obey. You exist only to obey me.”

Kevin felt any willpower that he had left melt away under the sway of the green lamp. He resumed stroking.

“TWO. 2 – you are reaching oblivion. You will simply exist to serve and obey and surrender at all times to any command that is given to you by me while you are in trance. There is no choice in this matter. You have no way to fight this. You don’t want to fight this, do you?”

The pleasure was too intense. Kevin could only think of yielding to it.  “Only serve..and obey.”

“ONE.”

Kevin’s cock erupted. His cum splatter sever feet in front of him. A few globs even landed on the therapist’s loafers. Not that Kevin noticed. His mind was completely wiped. 

“Master.” he said, staring into his master’s green eyes. Their hue exactly like the desk lamp that first enslaved him.

“Strip and Kneel,” the therapist said as he unzipped his own trousers and kicked off his pants and underwear.

Kevin was only too happy to oblige. Never had it felt so good to lose all self-control. He had his Master to thank for showing him that.

Ken had been traveling down the winding I-90 for a good while. It had gotten to be so dark so quickly, he figured he probably should pull off and grab some java to keep him going if he wanted to make it to Seattle by the time The Corporation was expecting him to. 

He pulled into the truck stop and grabbed an extra large and quickly headed back out to the rig. A farm kid of no more than 22 stood by the passenger side door, admiring Ken’s ride. 

“Sweet ride,” the kid said. 

Immediately, Ken paused his primary objective of making it to Seattle and chatted up the boy.

“It is. State of the art. Drives like you’re gliding on air. That’s why they call it the Glidestream. Handles like a dream, too. I’m Ken,” he said extending his hand.  “Do you haul?”

“Jacob,” the kid replied. “My daddy does. Been thinking about it, though. He makes good money and I’m sure it beats working in the body shop where I’m working now.”

“You ever service rigs,” Ken asked, taking a sip of the hot coffee.

“Sure, older ones. I ain’t never seen a Glidestream in the shop. They don’t ever seem to break down.

“Well, part of driver’s job is to keep his machine humming,” Ken said, suspiciously referring to himself as simply ‘driver.’ It was lost on Jacob, who had walked to the front of the rig.

“I’d love to take a look under the hood.”

“Sure, let me give you the tour of the interior, first,” Ken said, trying not to sound too eager about the prospects of getting the kid in his cabin.

The both climbed into the rig. Jacob ran his fingers over the seat.

“Italian leather,” Ken said.

“It practically melts against your body, it’s so soft,” Jacob added.

“Driver needs it on longs hauls,” Ken said, his eyes glazing over a bit.. “When ahead of schedule and there’s time, there’s always the back cabin,” he added, pointing behind them.

“What’s back there,” Jacob asked.

Ken pulled back the privacy curtain. “All of the creature comforts. Couch that doubles as a bed, refrigerator, microwave, TV, DVD player, Even got a tiny toilet. Wanna see it?”

“Sure,” Jacob said.

Ken watched the kid move into the back cabin. Or, more specifically, watched the kids ass as Jacob moved into the back cabin. He took a minute to quickly adjust himself without the boy seeing the beginning of a hard on and then joined him.

“You weren’t kidding, Mister. This has all the comforts of a living room,” Jacob said sliding onto the leather couch.

“Call me Ken or Driver,” Ken said, his eyes glazing over a bit again when he said the word ‘driver.’ 

“Sure thing, Ken.” Jacob replied. 

Jacob noticed the flat screen TV in the corner.

“4K resolution,” Ken said. 

“Damn, I just have 1080 in my apartment,” Jacob said.

“Let me turn it on and you can see it in action. The picture is…mind-blowing,” Ken said, quickly turning and flipping a switch.

The screen was filled with what appeared to be ordinary static. 

“It’s just static,” Jacob said, turning back to Ken. He could have swore that Ken had given a couple of tugs to his dick. 

Ken flipped another switch. “How about now?”

Jacob’s eyes were drawn to the screen. “It’s…blue.”

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“Yes, it is, Jacob. Now I need you to sit there quietly until the program gets its hooks into you good and proper,” Ken said, massaging his dick in front of the boy now.

Not that Jacob was capable of noticing Ken’s growing boner.  The more he watched the screen, the more everything seemed to fade away. He began to drool a bit as he found himself agreeing that he would sit quietly and allow his mind to be reprogrammed. His cock hardened as he agreed that it was pure pleasure to give in to the reprogramming. Yes, he would obey.

Ken –his own cock now painfully tenting his jeans, urged the boy to lean back and further enjoy the reprogramming.

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The boy was tenting now. Ken lowered his jeans and boxer shorts.

The kid really seemed to be enjoying himself. Ken had to wonder if he had looked as hot when he was first converted. As much as he wanted to allow himself some time to fully enjoy this, the primary objective still  needed to be met. Ken would need to hurry up Jacob’s processing. He needed the boy to deliver a mind-altering load so he could deliver his haul in Seattle. 

He took off his jacket and shirt and then pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles and sat next to the kid. Coaxing a load out of the boy was just an added bonus. 

Ken unbuttoned the final button holding up the kid’s overalls and quickly pulled the kid’s t-shirt over his head before the programming could be interrupted. 

“Whaat the…” Jacob said with a confused look on his face as he saw Ken buck naked next to him.

“Shhhhh,” Ken cooed, turning the boy’s head back in line with the programming. 

Jacob responded with a pleasurable sigh as his eyes once again filled up with the blue hypnotic gaze emanating from the high def screen.

“So much better to just give in,” Ken said as he pushed the kid’s shorts and overalls down around his ankles.The kid’s hard cock snapped back, leaking a little pre-cum on his chest.

Ken quickly wiped up the load with his fingers. “Driver must take any load, no matter how small,” he said in a far off voice and then licked his fingers clean.   He placed the kid’s hand on his boner and returned the favor.

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“That’s it, boy. Stroke Driver’s hard shaft.”

Jacob panted. Ken knew it wouldn’t be long soon. Jacob’s dick was slick with pre-cum. The kid was like a faucet. 

He stopped jacking Jacob off for a second to bring his slick hand to his mouth. 

“Your juice tastes good, boy. Real good. Gonna love snacking on this for the rest of this long haul. For now, let’s finish you off.”

He gripped Jacob’s dick and alternated slow, long strokes with fast ones. Jacob’s chest began to rise and fall as he neared climax. 

“Give in, Jacob. Given in fully to the programming.”

He gave the boy’s dick one final tug and then heard the familiar ‘ping’ the told him the boy was now totally enthralled. Cum splatter on the head board above the boy and a second and third eruption hit Jacob on the forehead and chin.

“Feel all that free will just draining out,” Ken said. He pulled the boy’s hand off his dick, turned and kissed him on the forehead, lapping up some of the cum as he did.

“Co-Driver is ready for instructions,” Jacob said.

“It’s time for you to take your inaugural first load,” Ken instructed. Jacob slid off the couch and crawled between Ken’s knees.

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Ken could see the residual remnants of the program in Jacob’s eyes as Jacob began to coax the load out of him. Ken knew that it was a part of his own programming to find such pleasure in the recruitment of new employees for The Corporation, but damned if Jacob’s glazed look wasn’t making him so very hard. 

In a few moments, he’d instruct Co-Driver to wet his index finger, stick it in Ken’s ass and bring him over. Ken knew from previous experience that as Jacob sucked Ken’s load, the programming would fade to the background and both of their eyes would revert back to normal.

From there, Ken would help the boy tie up any lose ends before the pair hit the road, sharing the driving and swapping the occasional load as they continued on I-90 towards Seattle.  

Based on a photo manip by Toothfairy1988 that can be found here: http://hypnotizedguys.deviantart.com/art/Dude-hypnotized-at-beach-673066126

It had been a hot day at the beach. Declan had been playing a couple of rounds of volleyball with his mates and then broke off to get a drink from the fountain. A young and enterprising Latino had parked his bicycle ice cream cart right by the fountain.

“Wouldn’t you rather like a nice snocone, dude?” the Latino guy asked as Declan moved in for a sip. “It’s better than that shitty lake water from the fountain.”

Declan shrugged. “Naw, bro. Left the wallet in the beach house over there.”

The Latino reached into the freeze attached to the bike and produced a yellow and pink frozen treat. “Strawberry banana,” he held it out for Declan to see. “The taste is guaranteed to blow your mind.”

“Dude, I love one, but no dinero.”

“On the house,” the ice cream peddler said handing the cone to Declan. “I’m Ricardo.”

“Declan,” Declan said, taking the cone. “What’s the catch,” he asked, staring at the frozen treat.

“No catch, bro. Try it. I’m sure you’ll love it and after you do, you can bring all your friends over for one.”

Declan tore off the plastic as the ice cream seller walked around to the other side of his cart and appeared to be checking inventory. In actuality, he didn’t want Declan to see his rapidly inflating boner.

Declan bit into the icy treat and the strawberry and banana flavors exploded into his mouth. 

“It’s creamy, dude.”

“That’s my own special ingredient,” the Latino said as he slowly stroked his dick to full mast through his board shorts. Soon, you’ll be on your knees lapping it right from the source.

“It’s got a bit of a tang.” 

Declan took another bit and felt another burst of flavor. Almost like brain-freeze, it seemed to reach all the way into his brain.

“Yeah, but you love it. In fact, you can’t get enough of it.”

“Can’t. Get. Enough. Of. It.” Declan replied in an almost robotic fashion.

“You want to finish all of right now for me, don’t you, boy?” 

The Latino saw Declan hesitating, quickly glanced around to make sure no one else was watching, walked over to Declan and forced the hand holding the cone up to Declan’s mouth. 

Declan felt another explosion of flavor and his brain literally went numb.

“You want to finish it all, bro,” the Latino said as he tipped the cup into Declan’s mouth. He massaged the back of Declan’s head with his other hand. 

“Show me how you can really get your tongue in there to get all of it,” the Latino egged Declan on. At his point, it just felt so good to do what the man told him. 

“Good job,” the Ricardo told Declan. Declan flashed a goofy grin. The teen adjusted  his boner and hopped on his bike. 

“Declan, you want to show me your beach house. Show me the way.”

“I want to show you my beach house,” Declan said as he shuffled towards the condo right on the beach. 

They stopped in front of the condo. “Very nice, Declan.” 

Declan smiled another goofy smile. 

“Do you live here alone,” Ricardo asked?

“It’s my parents’.”

“And where are your parents,” Ricardo asked.

“They’re out of town so my buds and I are have the place to ourselves.”

Ricardo couldn’t believe his luck. His cock began to leak from the thoughts of what he would be doing with Declan and Declan’s friends. 

“Declan, you want to invite me in.”

“Yesssss,” Declan said, opening the door. “Please come in, Ricardo.” 

Ricardo shut the door behind him and realized he couldn’t wait any longer before taking Declan’s mouth for a test drive. He ordered Declan down on the carpet right there in the hallway. Declan was only too happy to oblige. 

Ricardo then lowered his board shorts and underwear and thrust his seven-inch uncut cock into Declan’s face.  He rubbed the tip of his dick over Declan’s lips, making sure to deposit plenty of precum. 

“Lick those lips for me, Declan. It’s that tang you just can’t get enough of.”

Declan tasted the clear goo and found it to be true. 

“Open your mouth wide and I’ll give you more,” Ricardo told his brain-numb cum slave.

Ricardo thrust into Declan’s mouth. 

“It’s not gonna take me long to cum, baby,” Ricardo said, forcing Declan’s head down on his tubesnake.” “That’s it, baby. When I do cum, it’s gonna be irreversible, but you don’t mind, do you?”

Declan shook his head without taking the dick out of his mouth. It was the best thing he ever tasted. Why would he mind?

It was then that Ricardo fucked Declan’s head in earnest. 

“Cumming,” Ricardo shouted, painting Declan’s throat and tonsils with creamy dick juice. “That’s it, get it all.”

Declan was only too happy to oblige. The blast caused his own dick to cream without so much as a single stoke. 

Ricardo pulled his dick out of Declan’s mouth and surveyed the results. 

“I told you the taste was mind-blowing,” Ricardo said, putting his dick back in his board shorts. “Now, let’s go give out free cones to all of your friends.”

kotascok:

You were up late watching porn, when the screen changed.  You couldn’t tell what it was on the screen but it kept you captivated.  Sounds started coming through your headphones and you just sat there and listened while you watched the screen.  Your cock which had started to soften started to harden again and you were overwhelmed with the desire to stroke it.  Your hand started to slowly move toward it. As your hand wrapped around your hard shaft, you sigh as your mind goes blank.  You watch the screen and listen as you slowly stroke yourself. You stay this way for several hours, not cumming once.  You’re so horny, so ready to cum but you know you can’t just yet  You sit back in your chair as your webcam turns on, just as your room is filled with the morning sun, you finally feel your orgasm peak.  Your mind blanks out and completely accepts your new programming as you coat yourself in cum.

hypnothrill:

Brad had tensed a bit when he saw his father enter the room, but he continued fucking his younger brother Jeff. It was vital that his brother’s processing continue; Jeff’s eyes had already turned opaque from the nanites in Brad’s sweat and precum.

Brad turned to assess his father and saw the same glazed look beginning to form in his father’s eyes. “Brad, what are you…? I feel so…confused…I need….I need…to be…processed?” His father’s voice was sluggish, and as he spoke, he groped himself through the towel he was wearing.

In a calm, mechanical voice, Brad responded, “There is no cause for alarm. You are being upgraded by nanites embedded in your soap, shampoo, towel, and/or razor. After I have completed processing Jeff, he will assist me in installing your final processing. You must wait patiently here; you may masturbate if you wish.”

As their father dropped the towel to allow easier access to his hard cock, Jeff spoke, moaning with the last vestiges of his human desire: “Fuuuck…dad…feels so…good…uploading…instructions…rewriting…my brain…deleting…deleting…deleting…Subject Ready For Primary Nanite Load.”

And with those words, Brad came, shooting hot nanite-laden jism up his brother’s ass…