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…

masterboibinder:

The Boss summoned Tony into his office – not for any type of meeting or anything business-related – the Boss just wanted to check and see if Tony’s hypno-trigger was still in effect. All it took was a few glancing brushes of the fingers… across Tony’s starched dress shirt while giving an adjusting tug to the knot of Tony’s necktie… and Tony’s eyes locked with the Boss’ gaze. As his gliding fingers drew casual swirling circles around those hardening straight-boy pecnubs, the Boss just smiled… watching Tony’s eyes glaze over… Tony wanted to pull away, but something urged him to offer his pecs to the Boss. With a slow, methodical popping of each button, Tony sank deeper and deeper… mindlessly melting under the Boss’ manipulative masterful control.

“Thanks for coming in so Obediently, Tony, you’ve really become one of my favorites around here at the Firm. I think that’s all I needed you for right now, stud… Oh, by the way, I need you to stay late again tonight…. I’ve got some special clients coming by after 5 pm… it could be a late night so you might want to call your girlfriend and tell her you need to work for the Boss again…

And one more thing, Tony…. I want you to go back to your office, lock the door, take out that cock… and just stare it for the rest of the afternoon… no touching… just staring… I’ll let you know when the clients get here, stud… Keep up the good work, Tony!”

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.

caesarwv:

Alex received the email from one of his teammates. He read the email which told him to watch the video in the attachment. It was awesome his teammate wrote. Alex knew his friend and knew it got to be good. He open the attachment and started to play the video. Alex was worried at first that it might be an virus in the attachment when his monitor started to pulsate with bright colors. However Alex’s young jock mind soon became entranced by the multicolored lights. The image on the computer change to show Alex’s friend that emailed the video, naked. The cocky jock boy was on his hands and knees on his bed with an older man fucking his tight ass. The scene would normally goss Alex out but Alex just stared at the monitor. Periodically words would flash quickly on the monitor. They were so quick that a conscious mind couldn’t read them. But over and over, jock boys must obey, good jock boy must serve, bombarded his subconscious mind. Images of several of his jock friends flash before his eyes. Each jock boy were hot and were submissively serving other men. Alex absentmindedly eased down his boxers and stroked his hard cock. He so hard watching the videos of his friends humiliating themselves for other men pleasure. He wanted to come so bad but couldn’t. When he was getting so frustrated and couldn’t take anymore, his cellphone rang. He didn’t took his eyes from the monitor, when he answered the phone. He felt so relaxed as he heard the voice on other end of the phone line asked if he received the email and did he like it. Alex moaned yes as he watched his big muscle friend Danny giving a nerd a blow job. Alex moaned louder as he watched the skinny nerd stray Danny’s chisel face with cum. The voice asked Alex if he wanted to be a dumb jock whore like his friends. Alex begged yes. The voice told him he couldn’t cum unless he have a cock up his tight pussy. He was ordered to shower and shaved off all his body hair. Once completely smooth from the neck down, he was to put on a jockstrap and white compression shorts and ride his bike over to one of the school’s gay nerds. He felt so good as he obey and excitedly waited in anticipation to get fucked for the first time.