hypnoslave-boy:

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.

spiralfun:

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.

hypnothrill:

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…

hypnoticsubjugation:

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.

bmarg12387:

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

spiralfun:

Ward moved through the subway
turnstile quickly, swiping his card swiftly, bumping the bar with his
hip to ensure that his suit didn’t get wrinkled.  It was a practiced
motion, and one he was not consciously aware of, as this had been his
morning commute for some years now.  In fact, he rarely payed
attention to anything he saw on his commute.  When he had first come
to the city, he had been happy and awed by it’s beauty, much better
than the podunk town he’d come from.  But ordinariness had dulled the
scenery, and now his head was too full of the business for the day to
stop and admire anything.  That, and he always rode the edge of being
late.  Hurrying along, he took the stairs to cross to the other
platform.  But in the tunnel something slipped through the haze and
he stopped.

The entire right hand wall of the
tunnel seemed to have been replaced with an ocean view, which had
jolted Ward from his reverie.  He realized that it was just a photo
covering the wall, but it looked amazingly real.  He wasn’t even sure
if it was a picture and not some 4K screen an advertiser had
installed.  He wasn’t sure what it was advertising, but whatever it
was, it made him really want to go to the beach.

Ward turned away from the image to
continue on when he noticed the opposite wall was also covered in
another image, this one of  the edge of a beach transitioning into a
rich an verdant forest, though something about the forest seemed off
to him.  The colors of some of the flowers were strange, and the way
the wind seemed to whisper through the trees was somehow off.  Ward
realized suddenly that he could hear the sounds of a forested beach,
and was even more amazed because there were no speakers that he could
see.  His mind tried to remind him that he was in a hurry to get
to… somewhere, but his curiosity want to figure this advertisement
out, see how it worked.  He just wanted to look at stare at the
pretty image to figure it out so he could relax and go to that beach.

Ward looked all around and realized
that even the ceiling and floor were covered in the image, though he
was sure that it hadn’t been that way before.  The ceiling was of a
beautiful blue sky crossed with the few forest branches that reached
out to the sea, while the floor just looked like a sandy beach.  His
bare feet told him it didn’t feel like sand, just a flat, hard floor,
but his eyes swore that it was a beach.  Something about his bare
feet started to bother him, and he tilted his head to the side.  He
was supposed to be naked, right?  He had been intending to go to the
beach, hadn’t he?  This is what you wore to the beach, wasn’t it?  He
was sure that was wrong, there was something that he needed to wear,
but for the life of him he couldn’t think of what it was.

Ward snapped his fingers as he
remembered.  His laurel!  How could he have forgotten that?  He
reached up to the branches coming from the ceiling and pulled some
leafy fronds from them, which he expertly twisted into a laurel for
his head.  He didn’t remember ever learning how to do that, but it
seemed to come naturally.  He closed his eyes as he slid the wreath
onto his head, happy that he was finally properly dressed.  But when
he opened them, he realized something was still wrong.  The forest
that was his home stretched off correctly into the distance, but the
beach he stood on was not a beach, but felt like a flat, bare
surface.  Turning, he saw he was standing on some sort of platform,
the image of  the sea plastered along its wall.  The illusion was
marred however, but the immobility of the waves and the shadows of
himself, the trees, and the scaffolding being cast on it by the
morning sun.

Ward put his hand to the wall and
pushed.  It fell and showed him the real beautiful ocean.  He stepped
off the platform and ran to it, happy to have finally arrived.  He
had wanted to go to the beach with his saytr friends for some time
now, to play and sport and finally be made one of their number.  But
they had all said he wasn’t ready until this day.  He ran up and down
the beach with his human legs on more time as he waited for the
beings that would finally turn him into a perfect denizen of the
forest he loved…

spiralfun:

It was 1 PM when the lump of covers on
the couch finally moved.  Waking, Patrick took a slow breath and
smiled.  He had been staying on his buddy Gordon’s couch for a couple
of weeks now, and was having the time of his life.  Gordon had said
he could stay as long as he wanted, but had also said that if Patrick
didn’t find a job quickly, he’d do something to help, which Patrick
took as license to goof off for a few weeks.

Patrick threw the top of his
bedclothes back over the sofa ad sat up, propping his pillow so he
could easily say up while lying down.  He reached over and rolled
back open the bag of chips he hadn’t finished last night, eating a
few handfuls to satisfy his hunger, took a few gulps of water from
the bottle  by it, and then reached for the game controller and stack
of games Gordon kept by it.  When Gordon came home at 7, Patrick
would get up, exercise and do some few things to show Gordon he was
trying, at least while Gordon was watching, but for now Patrick would
just veg out on the couch and play games.  

On the top was a new game, a shooter
that Patrick didn’t recognize.  Gordon must have put it there last
night, Patrick reasoned.  Gordon was always buying obscure games, and
they usually were pretty fun, so Patrick slid the disc into the
system and started playing it.  The gameplay was pretty standard, and
so were the graphics and design, except for the weaponry.  While
everyone was just a human in fatigues the weird futuristic weaponry
threw light an color all over the field, and really looked
spectacular.  Patrick was even tempted to not skip cutscenes, but he
still did, wanting to push through the single player so he could get
to the multi.

As Patrick pushed through the game, it
rapidly began to get much harder.  The enemy weapons shots were
dazzling, flashing across the screen and made it hard for Patrick to
pay attention to where his character was.  He started getting hit
more often, and would have to duck behind cover to recover.  The
recovery animation was strange though.  Rather than blood spatter or
similar, the weapons instead covered his character with a strange
shifting red and blue pattern that he would have to wait to recede.
It was actually rather pretty, and Patrick would stare at it while he
waited.  The time it would take for the pattern to recede would take
longer and longer, but Patrick didn’t notice.  Watching the
beautiful, fascinating pattern was great.  It made him feel so happy
and relaxed.  Why should he care how long it took to go away.

Soon Patrick was deliberately getting
himself shot so as to make the pattern appear so he could watch it.
It was so fascinating and relaxing.  It made his brain so fuzzy and
happy.  He didn’t want it to go away.  Finally, he just stood the
character in the middle of the battlefield and let the weapons hit
him  repeatedly, covering the entire body with the pattern.  But he
didn’t get game over when that happened.  Instead, the pattern began
to bleed out from his character, slowly covering the whole screen.
That made Patrick so happy.  It meant he could just watch the pattern
and relax and stare and let his mind go.. completely… emptyyyyyy.

Patrick’s face slid into an
emotionless mask as his conscious brain shut down.  He stared at the
pattern as it taught him everything he needed to know about his new
life.  His fingers occasionally twitched at the controls, keeping the
game alive and the pattern playing across the screen until Gordon
came home at 7.

Gordon smiled as he saw the pattern.
The Master would be pleased.  As instructed, he’d waited a few weeks
before he’d left out the game that had enslaved him for Patrick to
find.  The Master had said he wanted to be sure that it would look
natural for Patrick to move in with Gordon, and so told him to wait.
If Patrick found a job and a new place quickly and left, fine.
Otherwise, he would join Gordon at his new job, serving the Master.
Now Patrick would.  “The Master wishes to see you, Patrick.  Go
wash up and get dressed in new clothes.  I will take you to him.”

Patrick dropped the controller and
stood, moving with robotic deliberation.  “I obey.” he said and
began to strip as he marched to the bathroom, getting ready to
present himself to his new master…

hypnothrill:

Collins was the last of the team over the barricades, and when he got there, the perimeter had already been secured, so he took a moment to lower his fatigues and let his thick cock flop out, before moving to assist with the deprogramming of the enemy agents. Through his SimGoggles, he could detect two of them–a younger male and an older male. 

Sullivan and Reyes had already secured SimGoggles on the older one; his body lay limp, head twitching as he received his deprogramming, allowing Sullivan and Reyes to strip off his enemy uniform. Hudson and Schwartz had pinned down the younger male, but he kept yelling in some foreign language, thrashing around so they couldn’t secure his SimGoggles. 

At least not until Collins came over, held the enemy agent’s head still, and slipped a pair of SimGoggles over his eyes. He looked up to see Schwartz stripping the enemy of his uniform short trousers and underpants, as Hudson placed his mouth in contact with the boy’s hardening penis. 

“Good teamwork!” Collins thought. The pleasure from the oral stimulation would ensure that the enemy’s deprogramming could proceed more quickly. Collins was relieved; soon, once the younger male completed his deprogramming, he would know how to speak English, and the team would have itself a valuable new member…