boy

[hypnogear]

You want to know why I am smiling?

Because I can see the future!

In about ten seconds my mates will grab, in about half an hour you will be covered in leather and in about three days you will be a cigar smoking leather pig like me without any memories of what happened.

By the way, the ten seconds are over…

[hypnogear]

They don’t remember that a few hours ago they had just been normal guys their leather master had picked up on the streets. Some hypno lessons later new leather men were born. Once they had smoked their first cigar they would be ready to recruit more guys…

[prolthrwolf]

[cigarboycody1]

He got to his office and headed to the elevator. Wondering where everyone was. He hadn’t seen any of his co-workers

He got on the elevator and pushed the button for the 16th floor. As the elevator started up,he heard a hissing sound.

He looked up and saw the car filling up with smoke. He coughed a couple of times and froze in place

When the door opened up the new unit stepped off and joined its brother units

[hypnogear]

Simple choice

It was a weird feeling when I put on the leather, that the man I had been chatting with in the past few days had left for me in a hotel room.

“A simple choice” he had written. “ You go into the room, where you will find the leather on the bed. You will make your choice whether you put it on or leave again.”

So I put it on. And I enjoyed every bit of it. The look of the dark black covering my body, the powerful touch of the leather on my skin and the incredible smell clouding my mind.

So here I am!

Forgetting my old life and ready for my mate to introduce me to my new one.

It was a simple choice after all.

[gearedrock]

[hypnogear]

Unbelievable, isn’t it? How the right gear can change a man?

I had always liked leather, had often jerked off wearing it. 

But with this jacket it feels different. I feel so powerful. Like a completely new person.

One day I found a package on my doorstep. There was no adress or name on it, just a sign saying: “Ready to be tranceformed?”

I was curious, brought the package inside and opened it. What I saw made me speechless and my cock hard: a brand new leather jacket and a pair of shiny black leather jeans.

Of course, I tried them on immediately.

And look at me now. I have been wearing the gear ever since. 

What do you say, boy? Doesn’t it suit me? 

Wanna smell it? Wanna touch it? Wanna feel it?

I will give you even more: just stare into my eyes, boy, and submit.

What I haven’t told you: in the package were some other leather clothes as well. Wanna try ‘em on? Wanna feel and look like me? Are you ready to be tranceformed, boy?

[hypnogear]

Master in training

I was waiting for my mate to pick me up. It was friday night and we were gonna hit the town to get a few drinks and forget about the shitty week we both had had. He was just texting me saying he’d be teen minutes late due to some traffic jam when the smell first hit my nose. It was strong and difficult to describe, but somehow it smelled powerful. 

And then I saw him standing on the corner looking at me. A big hunk dressed from head to toe in black shiny leather. Now I knew where that hypnotizing smell came from. Without thinking I walked towards him, but he just turned around and walked away. I had the feeling he wanted me to follow him and the smell of his leather didn’t leave me any choice. Feeling more and more drowsy and relaxed with every step I made I didn’t realise that I had followed him into a dark building. I was just walking down the stairs to the basement when the smell of his leather got stronger. 

I opened the door in front of me and there he was. My cock turned rock hard. 

His eyes were fixated on me and they reflected power. The smell of his leather was so strong now that I couldn’t concentrate anymore. My eyes were focusing on his leather hands massaging his cock that shone in bright black hidden under his leather pants. The look, the smell and the sound of the leather stimulated my senses so much that I fell to my knees and started licking his boots. My senses exploded as I licked his leather cock and felt my hands moving up his leather pants. 

I didn’t notice it at first, but when I wanted to work my way up with my hands, I felt a slight resistance. I dared to open my eyes a little and my cock couldn’t have been harder at what I saw:

My hands were covered in leather gloves and a black wave was flowing over my whole body, covering it in black shiny leather.

My master smiled at me and said: “Good boy! You passed the test! I will teach you how to be like me in body and mind.”

I smiled back and felt the power of the leather covering me. It made me forget my old life, my mate that wanted to pick me up, everything. I had been reborn and master would teach me how to honour this leather power he had given me and so complete the tranceformation.

And look at me now! My master has taught me well! 

So why don’t you come over here, slave, so I can demonstrate to my master how much I have learnt from him!

[hypnogear]

It is a really stupid idea, I kept telling myself walking through the dark streets of my hometown. The closer I got to my intended destination the more my legs started shivering. I wasn’t sure whether this was the right thing to do - but I am only a man and we have needs. So why not meet up with a complete stranger in a leather bar in the middle of the night? I had to laugh. This was ridiculous. 

Although I wanted to turn around and go home, my shaky legs were resistent and carried me all the way to the bar.

Standing in front of the door I took a deep breath and entered. There was no way back now. 

It was strange not to hear any music or people talking. This was a bar after all. It seemed to be empty. But as I looked around I saw a man dressed in tight black leather standing at the bar. His eyes were fixed on me. It felt like they were piercing through me scanning my soul. I felt naked and helpless.

Suddenly I felt my body move, my legs were carrying me closer to him. I didn’t know what was happening, but with every step I seemed to lose more control over my body and my mind. I felt dizzy and weak.

The closer I got the more I could feel his presence. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at me. Somehow I felt safe as if he was taking away all my troubles, all my worries, all my thoughts.

The closer I got the more I concentrated on his eyes. I felt comfortable.

As I reached the bar I went to my knees still looking into his eyes.

Taking the black leather jacket next to him he began to smile and put it around me.

“TRANCEFORM, boy”, he said in a deep voice still capturing me with his eyes.

I felt the leather melting away, enclosing my whole body and mind. My muscles were pumping as the black flood tightened around me. 

I was moaning in pleasure as I felt the black fluid flowing over my body making me feel so powerful.

I lost track of time. I forgot who I was or why I was here. I just knew that my boss had freed me and it felt good.

My mouth tranceformed into an evil grin as I got up and looked at my boss.

He smiled back at me and I knew he was proud. 

“Come now, boy. We got work to do”, he said walking to the door.

The evil grin on my face got bigger as I followed my boss outside leaving my old self and my old life behind. 

This is my new life now. I am in charge of boss’ bitches and I like the power that he has given me.

Good thing that I found you. Do you feel comfortable in that cage? Does looking at me make you horny? Don’t worry. Boss will be here soon and then the real fun will start! Ready to be TRANCEFORMed, bitch? 

[leatherchapuk]

[bostonlthrboy]

I’ve always loved leather and lusted after it. Recently I got myself a harness for Christmas. Ever since it came in the mail I’ve wanted to wear it all the time. The first time I put it on was electrifying. And then through talking to my MASTER he helped the leather transform me into a leather pig. Always wanting to obey and be in the leather when not wearing it. Wearing it as often as possible. Making me so incredibly horny all the time from wearing the leather and thinking about it. Feels so good to be a leather pig! The leather just clouds up my mind like cigar smoke to a room and it’s so much better to just give up control to it.

[fetishlovinggay]

[hypnogear]

I ordered the leather online without knowing what I had gotten myself into.

I put it on and it was very comfortable, but I noticed something strange happening.

A tingling in my arms and face, the leather moving closer to my skin and this incredible smell clouding my mind.

Before I knew it I …I… can’t remember what I wanted to say..except…

…I feel fuckin powerful.

Come closer, I will show you how powerful I really am.

[hypnogear]

He had no choice, none at all.

The leather called out to him, so he put it on.

The moment he smelled that incredible scent of power, his right to choose vanished.

He became a new person with a new attitude.

There is no way back for him now.

Tonight he will prowl the streets to spread some of his power into new subjects, willing and unwilling…

[jockonline]

[sirjocktrainer]

Not all Jocks are public.

But that doesn't mean they don't flex and report when Coach orders them to.

[yoshi1517]

"Latex can really mess with your head sometimes… even between partners."

More images of this type here , if you like also stories here

[yoshi1517]

"Even the DJ can fall victim to the hypnotic rhythm; he should be very careful about the music he plays…."

[tjkl895]

Coach Vincent Rokk (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbJhIPGFVL8)

Dynamic plank: When you train these muscles consistently, your core gets stronger, your glutes get firmer, your legs get more powerful, and your movement becomes more controlled…Now I do 100 everyday.

[leval1953]

[bikercbr6]

I’m listening.

Understanding.

My new reality. My only reality.

I need to keep my Dainese on. At all times. I feel safe. Feel controlled. Feel right.

My purpose to listen. To obey. To help other bikers to understand. To accept.

[jockedguy]

Chief

It only took a few hours.  Not as long as I’d thought it would have.  I figured there’d be all kinds of awkwardness, maybe some hesitance - but there was none of that.

I’ll lay out the timeline -  a sunrise flight South that I slept through most of.  A cab ride, spent watching the gaps between buildings get longer & longer until there was nothing but flat scrub and cracked earth.  Huge machinery, like stalled robots, studding the landscape.  The driver said nothing the entire ride, and I was glad for that.  I had enough rattling around in my skull.

It would be the first time I was meeting you, and I had some to go on.  I knew a little bit about your life: where you worked, what you did in your spare time.  What your boots looked like.  I knew you smoked Marlboro lights, liked cheap beer.  We had a lot in common, and there’s even a few things that I picked up from you because of reasons that would make me blush a little.

It wasn’t like that, though.  It wasn’t a date.  It felt more formal than that, actually - almost like an interview, but not an anxiety-causing interview.  More like a friend of the family was gonna be interviewing me as a formality, that I already had the job.  But still.  My brain worried away at images, nibbled around on what-ifs and maybes, all as a sort of hum in the background.  On the outside, I was still.  Maybe a gnaw on a fingernail, or a sudden tic of my head.  

I remember that my shirt felt tighter than I would have liked it.  My body wasn’t doing what I wanted it to, but that’s also because I wasn’t doing what my body wanted me to do.  I’d been so keen on the gym, on working out - I’d been going five times a week, for fuck’s sake.  I’d worked with a trainer.  I worked out until my limbs were rubbery - my body in such an endorphin-fueled haze that it almost forgot to obey my brain’s commands.  I lived in that continual haze, with a contented glow and a constant ache in my muscles.  I took a few selfies, secretly admiring the slow burgeoning of my body.  

Everything changes when you change your body.  It could be as little as going to sleep earlier, or pulling an all-nighter - your body responds to your brain’s choices - and you pay the price, all right.  If you suddenly start to listen to its demands, you find yourself in a whole new lifestyle before you even notice.  Your nutrition changes almost without thinking about it.  What you consume is more heavily weighted towards your goals.  You think to yourself - Fuck, how did I not do this sooner?  This makes so much sense!  In a way, your body gets the upper hand on your brain - and you’re pulled along.  You start not trusting your brain.  The little things it tells you that you want; things that would only satisfy a quick impulse, like candy, or soda.  Or just skipping the gym and watching TV for an afternoon.  Just once.  And once turns into twice.  Turns into a slow, slow sink into that pearlescent fog of indolence.

Of course, it helps when there’s huge, moving parts involved - big life changes. I’d moved to a new city and I’d started a new career all in the same bracket of time.  There’s only so much upheaval the brain can stand - and so, in the muddle and muck of cerebral consternation, the body’s demands withered to a whine, and then emaciated to a whisper.  The brain, triumphant, steered me into the trap of comfort - and, as the winter coddled the city with its enveloping arms, I lost all track of my goals.

A whole year passed before I met you, online.  And if you gotta ask me, I don’t remember, honestly, how we met.  Maybe one of those forums about mind control.  Yeah, I frequent those - lot of weirdos out there, into a lotta crazy shit - but somewhere in there, my future was nosing at the door and I was starting to feel restless.  I needed something, and the nameless craving was driving me to Edwardian levels of insanity.  You came along at just the right time, I think.  We started chatting, and soon enough, we were chatting every day.  

It only makes sense then, that I would want to make our relationship manifest in reality.  I wanted to fucking meet you.  It didn’t seem possible that we had so much in common - guns, trucks, muscles.  I’d always been fascinated by that shit, even as a kid.  My memory flickers in & out, here & there, but there’s a few things I remember that shine like lighthouses through the fog.  It’s probably all the weed I smoke, but that’s neither here nor there.  

Y’all know how the 20s go.  You cast about in a dark sea, looking for anywhere to land.  Half of the time you end up on an uninhabited island, but every time you cast off again, you’re that much wiser about the map.  I was coming to the end of that particular ocean, and I’d found nothing that satisfied me - nothing, except that year at the gym.  

Your house wasn’t really a house, not in the traditional sense.  It was low-slung to the ground, looking like more of a hallway than a home.  Some part of me rose to the surface, spraying scorn - but, surprising even myself, another part of myself rose up and calmly dismissed the other.  This was my Chief’s trailer, of course, and Chief knew better than me.  The idea of living in a trailer even kind of appealed to me a little as the cab pulled up out front.  The idea tweaked a bundle of nerves in my brain that I didn’t know I had.  

I left the cab, sticking my head out into a heat that nearly knocked me over.  It almost had a noise of its own, a sub-aural roar that I could feel in the depths of my organs.

You didn’t call out.  The front door swung open, banging into the side of the trailer.  I noticed the A/C unit, and was overcome with relief.  That wasn’t like me, either.  Normally, I hated conditioned air - found it stale, and without comfort.  Again, that same part of me rose up, implacable and firm, dismissing the earlier feeling.  I felt clean in a strange way.  I looked down at my sneakers.  The dust of the ground had already clamored around their sides and seemed to age them 5 years before their time.

I packed light.  You’d told me to.  Some underwear.  Not much else.  Necessities.  I moved forward, out of the sun’s raking gaze, and up to your trailer door.  

Inside, the cool air coiled expectantly, like someone crooking a finger.  It was impossible to ignore.  My body stepped into the trailer before my brain could voice a concern, and the door snapped shut behind me.

“Howdy,” you said.  I remember it because your voice had such a full pulse of amusement behind it.  You were surprised, a little, but mostly confident.  You knew I would come.  You’d maybe known it since day one.

“Howdy,” I responded, the sound coming out of me a little faster, a little more automatic, than I’d intended.  My brain was still buzzing, stunned by the intense heat outside and the intense, placid chill of the trailer.  

“Glad y’all could make it.”  I hadn’t really even been able to place you, yet.  Your voice was familiar, even nostalgic?, from the phone calls we’d had.  “Knew you’d come.”

“Had to,” I replied.  “Chief knows better than me.”

Your laugh, too, amused.  Everything about you was amused by me.  Some part of me was alarmed by the casual condescension, but it was so distant that the noise could have been anything.  The slam and purr of the A/C unit, perhaps.  “That’s right.  You’re a much better grunt than I thought.”

I felt your eyes before I saw you.  You were looking me up & down, like someone at a museum, eyeing a sculpture.  Trying to figure out if it were really “art.”  “Sir yes Sir,” I said, and felt the words fill my mouth, surrounding my tongue, exiting between my teeth before I could clamp jaws down on them.

“Been out of the gym for awhile though, huh, grunt.”  

“Sir yes Sir,” I said again, too fast for myself.

“That won’t do.”  

And it was then that I got my first real view of you.  It gave me a little stir to realize you were an inch taller than me.  Not much, but just enough that I had to tilt my eyes up to meet your gaze.  Maybe it was the Ariats you had on, with your denim tucked into the tops, giving you that little extra lift.  Or maybe we were the same height (I’d thought we were) and I was just projecting.  

My brain was, in essence, doing somersaults trying to keep up.  We’d lived in a sort of pseudo-reality for so long, my Chief and I - a relationship conducted with still photography and text messages batted back & forth, phone calls sprinkled in when the time was right.

You had dark hair, and a well-maintained beard.  You had some ink.  You had on a dark t-shirt, and even though it was dim in the trailer, you wore shield sunglasses.  They fit your face perfectly, and sat just below a repeated RealTree camouflage baseball hat.  

On the wall behind you, I could see guns in their resting places.  Rifles, a few shotguns.  Handguns.  These were placed right next to the outstretch of a well-known flag and big block letters - COME AND TAKE THEM.

“But that’ll happen in time,” you drawled, letting the unspoken threat hang in the air before allowing it to dissipate.  “Your future starts now, grunt.”

I felt the body underneath my skin start to twitch and squirm.  My bones, my muscles.  All the way from the tightly-clenched temporalis muscle around my ear & jaw down to the slender but taut muscles of the calf & ankle.  The ghosts of the past, the whisper of the gym, the distant clang and grunt in big warehouse-type spaces.

I saw you start to grin as you saw my body remember.  I saw you shift and cross your arms over your chest, your jaw working on something.  “That’s a good grunt,” you repeated.  “Can’t wait for you to put your boots on.”

Sometimes, if you’re not focusing on anything - if you’re kind of zoned out, if you’re maybe a little overwhelmed by stimulus, you blunder into a new feeling.  It’s happened to me a handful of times, now, and the result is always the same - it’s like having a vision, or a revelation.  Something peels away the rotten layers at the top of reality, and you get a glimpse of the future.

My muscles started spasming, like eager, restless children.  I found myself in a double-guns pose in front of a man I had just met for the first time.  I found myself flexing so hard that the blood was rushing to my face, my clenched jaw. “Sir yes Sir!”  I gasped out.  A reel of images was flashing in my brain.  Images of myself at the gym, performing careful, focused squats.  Gritting out the last reps of the biceps curls.  Climbing into my jacked-up pickup after my workout.  Flexing my biceps and watching how the new ink moved, almost hypnotically, on my skin.

The rustle and snap of fabric in a hot wind roused me from the immersive reverie, and I winced at the breath of the South coming off of the asphalt.  Lines of the same jacked-up pickups sat in a gleaming array, all leading to a pair of double glass doors.  In the distance, I could hear the slam and clank of weights.  A blip of panic crossed my mind - was this a memory?  Was this now?  I was having a giddy, almost loopy-laugh moment of vertigo.  Everything was at once familiar and foreign.  

I felt the weight of your hand on my shoulder.  “You’re only here for a few days,” you said.  “Let’s make the most of it.  First things first.”

I remember following my boots and your boots down the cracked, bleached asphalt, past all the trucks, towards the door - and the same cooling exhalation of the A/C as we entered the gym.

I’d like to say it was just like I remembered it, but it felt like I was making new memories.  I changed in the locker room, right next to my Chief, nodding along to the constant stream of his directions.  

And if I’m honest, that was the moment it stopped mattering whether or not this was the present, the future, reality, or a dream.  My brain had finally juddered to a halt.  My face had picked up, like a burr or a magnet, some kind of dopey-ass grin that I couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried.  My legs had acquired some kind of wobble, and my face itched.  The sun’s constant glare had made my skin tight, especially on my arms and my shoulders - at some point, I’d changed into a sleeveless t-shirt.  Something soft, something worn, something lived in.  Something I’d lived in?

A deliriously dizzy sensation started crowning me as we went through our workout.  My muscles were eager for it, barked at me as we went from weight to weight, and finally, as we came to the end, went silent.  My whole being was quiet, exhausted - my brain, my muscles, everything.  

“Good grunt,” you said from the driver’s seat.  I closed my eyes and let the cooling tongue of the A/C in your pickup doodle airy circles around me.  “Rest up.  Tomorrow you work.”

Whatever that meant, could wait.  I felt drunk, I felt high, I felt whole - for the first time in years, and furthermore, I felt tireder than I ever had - but I couldn’t shake the sticky, dopey grin on my face, and felt like I never would.

Somewhere in there, between leaving the gym and arriving back at Chief’s trailer, is when it clicked.  I knew I had to sit down and write this down before I lost it entirely.  Maybe it’s my brain’s last defense.  Maybe it’s like my last attempt to figure out what I’m doing here before I get lost forever.

All I know is you been sitting there watching me write this the whole time, and the whole time, your grin ain’t left your face.  You’re amused at me.  You know that this won’t do nothin.  You know that the fight, if there ever was one, is over.  Maybe I keep writing because I know that if I stop, I’ll be giving up, and I’ll be someone new.

And is there a reason why I should be fighting that?

You didn’t see it, but there was just a solid three minutes of white space before I typed this line.  I don’t have an answer to myself.

In a moment, I’m going to turn around.  I’m going to look at my Chief, and I’m going to submit totally.  To muscles, guns and trucks.  I might not even do the reverse of the beginning of this story - I might not ride the cab back to the airport, fly the plane backwards to the city.  I can feel you smiling over there.  I can even smell the strength of the whiskey you’re sipping, the clink of the ice in the glass.  The herbal, pungent smell of the weed from the pipe.  Oh, god, if I could just stop typing.  If I could just turn around and inhale and give sound to the words.  If