bluecollarmcandtf

hypnosis, possession, mind control, transformation, humiliation, revenge, uniforms, dad bods, working men

[bootsonduty]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Oh, hey!" the worker calls, shuffling over with recognition in his voice, "It's you..."

I don't immediately react.

At 5:00am, there shouldn't be anyone calling except for bar buddies confirming I made it home. Still, something about this grunt's face does seem familiar, but surely I would recall a friend as assertive as him, especially when he's abandoning three other similarly hi-vis clad workmates. He doesn't seem bothered at all to walk away from his job. Only eager to see me.

"...sir," he grins with a nod, fishing a billfold out of his pocket, "I've got $58 in my wallet. All the money on me is yours, sir. Is now a good time for me to suck your dick?" He wipes the drool off of his chin with the back of his hand.

So that's how we know each other!

I must've hypnotized him...

Before he can drop to his knees in the middle of the street, I slap his back and guide the dopey hunk away from his coworkers, forcing a laugh like we actually are old friends.

"Keep it down," I hush in panic, "You want the rest of your crew to hear?"

"Sir, I don't care if the guys hear," he assures me with pride, "I'm your cocksucking ATM, sir."

I park him on the other side of the street, away from the other workmen, and take a moment to study the complacent face staring back at me. He looks handsome, masculine, though a bit dumb. That could just be the result of my trance. Still, I don't recall a session where I turned this bluecollar hunk into my very own cocksucking ATM!

"What's your name?"

"My name is Bitch-Dad McLaborTits," he says.

I roll my eyes, more at myself than at him. I had obviously hypnotized him to believe that was his name while he was under.

"Your real name..." I exhale, "The name your colleagues over their call you." I gesture over at the men he'd walked away from. They seem to have gone back to collecting garbage for the moment, hopefully none the wiser.

"Oh...well, they call me Brian, sir," he says with a furrowed brow, unable to make sense of it.

"Okay, Brian, when did you realize you were my...um...cocksucking ATM?"

"Only just now, sir," he explains, pointing back across the street, "When I saw your face, I realized a lot of things. You are a real man, a god even. I am just something that can serve you, in my own way, sir," his hand extends the wad of cash out to me again, "Nothing else matters before I saw you..."

"Shit man, I really did a number on you."

"What, sir?"

"Nothing," I shake my head and snatch his $58 dollars, shoving it into my pocket, "But we've met before. Think, Brian. When did we meet?"

Brian, or Bitch-Dad, scowls as he thinks, which is probably difficult in this state. I'd help him, but for the life of me, I don't remember doing all this to this poor man's mind. Could I have really been so careless with my abilities?

"I remember," he lights up, "It was about a year ago, sir. Maybe more than that. And it was around this time of night too because me and the guys were just starting a shift..."

"Go on..."

"Yes, sir," he averts his eyes nervously, "Well, I believe you were stumbling down the street with a bottle in your hand. I went to go check on you and then..."

"Wait," I jump in, "Are you about to say I hypnotized you while I was blackout drunk?!"

"Yes, sir. That's what you did." He smiles.

I slap my forehead, already feeling a hangover. Last year, I was going through a dark time and had a bit of a drinking problem. I thought I'd left that chapter behind me, but the past is standing right in front of me in an identical scenario. At least tonight I'm not blackout...

"Ok," I groan, "So I hypnotized you while I myself was barely conscious, and left a trigger for you to become my ATM sex-toy the next time you saw me. Is that it?"

"Well, no sir," he admits, smiling "You pissed yourself, so you had me leave work and carry you back to your place, so I could bathe you and do your laundry for you."

"Fuck," I sigh, cringing at myself, "So I had you clean me up and then released you?"

"No, sir," he goes on, "You fucked me in the ass. You named me Bitch-Dad McLaborTits because those were your favorite things about me, and then you threw up on my head while I had your dick in my mouth. Then you passed out after telling me to leave and forget it ever happened. So that's what I did, sir. At least, until you made me remember..."

Fuck, I truly am the worst.

"So, then what?"

"Well, I'm not sure," he scratches his chin, "I walked outside and forgot all about you. Just went back to being Brian, sir. And Brian was really confused why he wasn't at work with dried throw-up all over his head..."

I shudder at the thought of what Brian went through because of me that day...

"Alright, Bitch-Dad. I'm going to wake you out of this trance," I move on, "But first let's find a restroom or something for you to blow me..."

"Yes, sir!"

And just like that, this burly garbage collector is eagerly guiding me down the street with a thick arm around my back. Unfortunately, I can see why drunk-me went for this guy. He's got a sort of boyish charm that goes well with being a sleeper sex/money slave.

Hopefully his crew doesn't get too pissed off that he quit hauling garbage cans with them for the last 20 minutes.

Hopefully Brian's not too confused when he wakes up with a sore jaw and no memory.

Hopefully his family doesn't need that $58 dollars in cash.

Hopefully I can practice some restraint next night out.

[workies-world]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"That's right J-Dawg... The absolute coolest thing you could do right now is...shovel cow shit... How's that sound?"

The jock stares back dumbly as it sinks in.

"That sounds...cool...I guess..." a low drawl replaces his normally smug cadence.

"You always had a knack for what's cool, Jay, and I'm not taking that away from you..." I sneer from behind a pocket watch, "...I'm just reworking it. So go on. Wake up and tell me how you're still the coolest guy ever."

"Okay..." he drones flatly. Then his jaw twitches. His shoulders shudder, shaking off just enough mental fog to become a fully conscious and self-aware human once again...

...

Julius, or J-Dawg as he was once dubbed in third grade, rips his gaze away from the pendulum, shifting in his skin as he returns to reality. Seeing the old barn around him, the shovel gripped in his hand, the boots encasing his feet, he seems lost until he finds me.

"Sup, dude," a winning grin appears, "It's been awhile..." He relaxes into his typical self.

"Ahem," I clear my throat impatiently, and give him a look that can only mean, 'seriously?'

He freezes just before he could try and dap me up, tense again, looking past me like a huge realization is breaking in his mind, jolting himself with panicked embarrassment.

"Oh, shit," he flushes, ripping a hand back and mumbling a quiet, "Forget I did that."

I hide my amusement.

He straightens up and looks my way, "Sir."

I nod to show my approval, trying not to smile.

He smirks in relief, "I'm off to a lame start, sir," the lax confidence has returned to his body, comfortable knowing he's not making a fool of himself anymore.

"Just a bit."

He rolls his eyes, but maintains his cocky swagger, "Sir, I won't forget it again. Titles are cool. Showing respect is so awesome." The second part he says with a smile and a dip in his head, like bowing to me is something to show off. "Just so you know, sir, I hate it when guys don't show men respect," he ensures me.

"A disrespectful boy is no better than a Cow!"

"MOOOOooo!" At first, he's shocked by his own instinctual outburst. But once I laugh at his bellow, he chuckles right along with me like he's just delivered the best punchline.

"Wow, Jay," I laugh, "You do a great Cow impression!"

"MOOOOOOOO..." he blurts, more confident and loud than before, "...OOOooooo...yeah, sir! Guess it's easy to imitate, working around them all day," he laughs, unaware his great joke is just a stupid trigger I left in his head.

"Alright, now shut up," I sneer.

"Yes, sir," he says with a nonchalant smirk. In that brain of his, shutting up and following my orders is the coolest thing he could do.

"Answer the question. Why would I, or anyone for that matter, want to hang out with you?"

Julius does a good job of hiding his anxiety. I'm questioning his likeability, his coolness, the skill he's developed for so many years.

"Uh...I'll always call you "Sir" for one thing," he starts, "And...I've got a pretty dope lifestyle."

"You do?"

"Hell yeah, sir," he says it like it's obvious, "I work for you."

"You just started today though," I act like I'm unimpressed.

"Sure, but I'm committed!" he grunts, "Imma be a fucking great farmhand for you, sir! I mean just check this place out!" He gestures to the cattle, to my ran-down barn, to my dad's old work-wear I had him put on while he was under. "Look at these boots, these tools. I get to shovel manure all day, and do whatever else you need around here. What's cooler than that?" ...and he means it.

"You won't miss being a firefighter?"

"Hell no, sir," he says with a grimace, "That crappy job's for losers."

"And your relationships?"

He scoffs, like it's weird to even ask him about this subject, "I mean, family sucks and women are a drag, sir. A bunch of pussies, not sure what you want me to say about them..."

I'm glad he feels that way now. It took a while to erase his loyalty to friends and family. It took even longer to redirect his obsession with impressing pretty girls.

"What about your relationship to men?"

"Men are dope, sir," he lights up, "Yeah, I mean, I'd much rather hang out with men than a bunch of girls. Talking, laughing. It's cool to be around men, you know, help them out, get their drinks, serving them and whatever. That's the shit right there!"

Exactly as I programmed...

"And dicks?"

He chuckles and looks at me like I'm finally speaking his language, "Well, I mean, they're what makes men, men, so dicks are dope too, sir. The same thing goes. Cool to be around them, when they're out at least...serving them and the men they're attached to."

"You wanna serve mine?"

"Hell yeah, sir!" he barks, loud, with his chest thrown out, "However you want to use me!"

I laugh at his bravado, "Why don't you pull your pants down and bend over that wheelbarrow. Think you can moo the entire time I'm in you? It'd be just so darn cool to feel like I'm really fuckin' a big dumb animal..."

"Bet," he snickers as he drops the shovel in the mud, "I can be a dumb fuckin' cow." He slides his sweats down to his ankles and then flexes his arms, bragging, "I shovel their shit all day for a guy like you. I can act just like one!"

He bends over the dirty hay, already doing his best to get into character.

"You're so cool," I whisper...

[masculine-men]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Bitch step-dad, ready to clock in..."

Fuck! I love how he says it with his usual cocky swagger. As if he's just telling his step-son to clean his room or grab him a beer.

Not sure what my mom saw in this guy. With a name like Derrick, he was bound to be a douchebag. Sure he's fit and has a cushy software engineering job, but he's a shitty step-father, always grabbing my mom's ass and calling me his "boy" even though I'm 19!

I'm glad I snuck that subliminal programming tech into his stupid earpiece.

He had no idea I was reconditioning his mind while he bumbled over his "very important work" with all his equally arrogant tech bros. If my mom was settling for this schmuck of an ex-jock, then I was going to need some things to change, starting with those damn boxers he always struts around in after work...

"IF you wear boxers, THEN you will feel like a child playing dress up. BOXERS are for men. Briefs are for you..."

I look him up and down, just standing in front of me, flexing in the tightey-whiteys he now exclusively wears, staring at me like I could speak some word at any second that he needs to hear. Mom's car pulled out of the garage five minutes ago, on her way to dinner with her girlfriends. That meant me and Derrick had the house to ourselves...

...which, of course, is a circumstantial trigger I planted in that dense skull of his.

"IF you find yourself alone in the house with your step-son, THEN you will stop thinking, pause what you are doing, strip to your underwear, approach your step-son, flex your biceps, and silently wait for him to take the lead..."

That was the second trigger I installed in his head. The command goes on to make him prioritize this action over work, comfort, and really anything, but that's ultimately a lot of technical lingo that just makes him willing to abandon whatever he's doing. Be it calling someone for work, leaving the house, or even taking a piss, it won't stop him from pausing, stripping, and reporting to me.

"Drink!" I announce.

His body jerks into response, "Let me fix you a martini, sir!" Derrick's flexing arm snaps into a salute before he stomps away to the kitchen.

"IF you here the word DRINK spoken by your step-son, THEN you will say, "Let me fix you a martini, sir," salute, and then go make the mixed drink..."

The programming goes on to specify the exact type of martini I require and the way I like it. I just can't believe I finally have him crafting my cocktails at my whim after he's barked at me so many times to grab his fucking beer!

"Here is your martini, sir," Derrick says, dropping to his knees, lowering his head, and holding out the glass like an offering to a god.

I resist the urge to thank him. It's not like he'd even hear it in this state.

"Dick." I say.

A smile spreads across his face. He's sort of handsome, when he's like this. Controlled. Normally, he's cocky, and arrogant, and intolerably idiotic, but like this, his boyish face actually looks handsome. Maybe that's what my mother sees in this shallow asshole.

"I...I want to feeel you," he says, almost whining. Though he tries to maintain eye contact, his focus keeps shifting to my crotch. "Let me shove my face in there, pleease!" he begs, licking his lips.

"IF you here the word DICK spoken by your step-son, THEN you will become infatuated with the areas between his legs, the skin that makes up his crotch, the hair that lives there, the balls that hang, the penis that waits..."

I might have gone a little far with this command. I wrote it one night after a few too many martinis. It goes on to make him not just want my cock. He'll love it, praise it, worship every inch of it he can find, touch, smell, taste...

It's intense, but it's one hell of a blowjob.

[rubbergloved]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Hypno'ed Bully Cleaning, Inc. Have you heard of them? I hired this company to clean my house and I CANNOT recommend it enough!

It was so easy! I saw an ad, made a quick call, and began scheduling an appointment! The guy on the phone made it so easy. Who is my bully? What kind of service do I want? He explained the entire process, and I gave him every detail he needed. All you have to know is it worked perfectly...

Jason showed up exactly as I had specified; SHIRTLESS, toting all the cleaning supplies, proudly announcing "Bully-Maid, reporting for duty, sir," with his head held high.

Well, he didn't announce it proudly so much as he parroted it like a robot. He was clearly hypnotized. His eyes glazed past mine with no sign of their usual animosity, and he swayed back and forth like he was an idle NPC. Far from the typical homophobic hot-head I usually came across.

Needless to say, it was worth the cost!

I hurried him inside. Technically, he's my neighbor and I didn't want his equally abrasive wife watching her jock husband pull up to my place as the maid service.

"I'll get started mopping, sir," he droned.

I doubt a guy like him has ever used a mop. Still, Hypno'ed Bully Cleaning, Inc. definitely programmed him well with a lot of cleaning techniques and know-how. He mopped my floors, washed my dishes, scrubbed my toilets, everything! Like a seasoned janitor.

I slapped him on his tight jock-butt when I felt like it; even on his face too! When will I get the chance to do it again. He just nods blankly and says, "Yes, sir..." like he's the most professional house cleaner ever.

All shirtless.

All mindless.

First time IS unfortunately pricey, BUT repeat use of the same bully is half price with any Hypno'ed Bully Cleaning, Inc. order, so I think Jason is going to be cleaning my house long-term...

Don't get this service if you DON'T want your bully to stop whatever he's doing and report to your house for whatever chores you need. He might show up stiff and ingenuine, but he'll still be your bitch to boss around for a little while... 

[the-masculine-alpha]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Now, officer, you won't leave this trance until your tongue has polished every inch of each urinal. Say 'Yes, sir' if you understand."

"Yes, sir," he nods obediently.

In this state, he thinks I'm his commanding superior, and this is his job. Hypnosis is easy when ranks and authority have already been trained into his mind.

"Repeat your other orders..."

He straightens up, puffing out his chest like he's about to recite the policeman manifesto from the bathroom of a donut shop, "Yes sir. I will moan and touch myself while I lick the urinals. If another man walks in, I will immediately pause and shift to polishing their shoes. To keep the urinals clean, I will beg them to instead piss on me and my uniform."

"That's right, officer," I chuckle at how well the hypnosis has taken. Can't believe I made him say all that with a straight face.

With a flick of the hand, I dismiss him. He doesn't waste any time, already smashing his mouth into the porcelain with moaning that can only be described as professional. As far as he's aware, he's protecting and serving like usual. Can't wait until he wakes up and realizes what he's been doing! That'll teach him to pull over a Hypnotist for speeding.

Now, maybe I'll just enjoy a cup of coffee. I suppose I should catch anyone before they go into the men's room; give them a quick induction so everything in there seems normal. Don't want that stud of a rookie getting in too much trouble. After all, his partner seems much more annoying.

"How's it going Officer?" I ask the senior cop.

"Gooeugh, surh!" He reports, his mouth stuffed with donuts. A whole dozen still sit in front of him. Jelly and crumbs litter his beard, and his bloated stomach is straining against his uniform shirt.

The rookie cop will just have bad breath and a bruised ego when I'm done with him.

This cop's going home as a bloated pig, with a new uncontrollable urge to around donuts.

[hardmanfucker]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

One day, this guy went home and told his wife he was divorcing her. He left a career in personal training and said goodbye to his kids, his friends, everyone. It was heartbreaking, but he didn't feel anything. He only felt what The Master told him to feel. In just one interaction, he came to realize that this guy had total control, and he was going to become a security guard for his estate. Nothing else mattered; relationships, comfort, pay.

Just one thing echoed in his mind: "Be my security guard..."

[en471protection-deactivated2026]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

I lost a shoe last weekend. Got drunk and stumbled across miles of the land I own.

Once I sobered up, I ordered these two grunts to garb up and search for it. "Yes, sir," they nodded. Suited up in those wading uniforms I had them get and marched out on my mission. I told them not to come back 'till it's found. Didn't seem like a problem to a pair of obedient little work bitches like them.

My mind-fucked men never get old...

Didn't even remember when I picked up these two guys. They're a bit older than my type, so I knew they had to be from back when I was first dabbling in mind control. Definitely not saying they're ugly! I quite enjoy bossing these two daddies around. It's quite the power trip knowing they've spent half their lives bending over backward for my comfort.

Thing is, before I gave them their new task, I probed them with some questions...

Being master-obsessed for so long degraded their memories a bit. They only barely remember being father and son at one point. Obviously, they haven't thought about each other that way in years. Too focused on doing my bidding, the hard work of maintaining my sprawling estate with all the other mind-fucked servants. It took them awhile to recall that they first met their master at a wrestling match. I suppose the son was the athlete, and the father the coach.

They realized they were just able-bodied slaves after meeting me.

They told me they spent a month as personal sex toys to me, stationed in my room in nothing but their underwear. Apparently, I used them to live out some pretty wild sexual fantasies at the time, at least, until I got bored.

They said, one day, I brought home a few new men to use in the bedroom. Gave them some coveralls, a new purpose, and sent them to the servants quarters. They spent the rest of their lives as part of my groundskeeping team. Seems like all the gardening and maintenance kept them in decent enough shape.

The other groundskeepers must've been jealous they weren't chosen by the master.

Part of me hopes they find that shoe quick.

I could be tempted to reward them for their efforts. Maybe a load of cum shot down their throats? A golden shower from the man they adore? Something, more devious?

Yeah, I think it's time for round two with this pair. Until then, they'll be outside, wading, searching, obediently doing their master's bidding. Can't wait until they get back...

[risefromabyss]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

See his chest tightening, his posture straightening? That's the moment an entirely new dogma is being forced over this thug's mind, superseding the trashy street persona he's been wearing his whole life. For 24 hours, this low-level thug is going to become a flag-saluting, badge-kissing, instrument of law-abiding society.

Conveniently, he retains his memories, so he knows exactly where to locate and arrest all the scum he's aware of. In this temporary state, his old buddies are degenerates that call for ANY level of force to get off the streets.

This is how we use thugs against thugs...

"Hijacked" is the slang word, but the legal terminology is "Principle Occupation." Despite what criminals say, it isn't mind control.

It's a procedure that molds one's principles, their values, into a predetermined shape. A shape they get to share with only the highest of morally-upstanding citizens. Even if it's just for a day, they get to experience profound respect for authority, a love for their country, and a dedication to enforcing the law. Once it's taken hold, they can hardly wait to rip off their old hood rags. They get to feel the convictions of our proudest officers, wear an enforcement uniform with pride, and salute their leader at the end of a long day.

If only their values could keep shape...

Somehow, after 24 hours, the mold fails. Their respect, their pride: all gone. They usually have to be arrested. They make a whole scene of ripping off the uniform, screaming and spitting like they'd just been taken advantage of.

This particular thug, Zachary Leon Vega, was no different. He took to the occupation like any other thug, and suited up with pride, led us to his fellow thugs and led the charge, cuffing them and bringing them in. He brought us nearly 30 drug dealers. All of them felt betrayed by their "Hijacked" friend.

"Just doing what's right, sir," he said with a salute, "I want to clean up these streets as much as possible before the old me is back."

Such a good officer...

It was heartbreaking to see the Principle Occupation begin to fail. Officer Vega burst, yelling the most vulgar things, ripping off his badge. "Motherfuckers!" he cried, "How could you make me one of YOU!" We were ready. He was tazed and thrown in a holding cell along with the small crowd of criminals he'd brought in. They looked at him like he was a rat.

It's strange how they always regret doing good. Zach would have a much better life if he just continued to believe what we told him...

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Bro Mechanics Obey

Hypnotizing guys like this is so easy. I barely had to lift a finger. Then again, it's not so difficult to commandeer the mind of two simple-minded brutes. I doubt guys like this even really use their brains. All their auto repairs and detail jobs are just muscle memory at this point.

The sweat of simple labor is in their blood.

Literally!

It's a family business, or at least, that's what the sign says. These brothers took on the auto shop their dad left behind. That makes those god-awful work clothes their second skin. It makes them grease monkeys since birth, laboring on the cars of greater men.

They have about the intellectual capacity of a monkey.

Well, they did when I first walked in here. Now, it's closer to the intelligence of an obedient dog. I'm definitely going to test that obedience out...

Bro Mechanics Obey - ThisVid.com

Just finished hypnotizing the two mechanics as this little family garage. I could tell them to do anything and they'd think it was completel

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Bluecollar Transformations

This kid has reality-warping powers. You'd think that would lead him into a life of fighting crime, saving the day as a superhero or something. Nope. He's happy to just hang out on his dad's couch and play videogames. Still, the ability to warp somebody else to his whims is pretty convenient...

[bluecollarmcandtf]

New Janitorial Subordinates

I've got a long-time friend who's into some pretty unique stuff. He only recently opened up about his hyper-specific fantasies. Lucky for him, his best friend is a pro hypnotist, so one of his dream scenarios became a reality.

All it took was a snap of the fingers!

My buddy didn't believe I could do it. He thought I was crazy for approaching two big DILFs walking in the mall. They seemed like old buds from college or something. One had an arm around a wife with eyes on two kids running around. The other was escorting a very pregnant mother to be. Neither looked amused when I interrupted their family time.

Like I said, a few lightning inductions, some subliminal programming, and a final snap made them as obedient as dogs. The women left the men's arms and walked away, knowing it would be perfectly normal to not see their husbands for any given amount of time. The two family men barely noticed the loss of their families, focused on one thing only. It was the one thought I left in their heads.

They were about to meet their new boss.

So I led the men to my buddy, who was nervously waiting in the back maintenance area. The look on his face when they walked in, meekly calling him "boss" was priceless. I could tell he was regretting sharing his secrets with me, but I pulled it off and now he had two big handsome guys under his thumb.

It didn't take much for my friend to snap into the role. He waited his whole life to play it, barking orders at his subordinates like they were nothing to him. He had them strip out of their dad-clothes and put on some old uniforms he found in a closet. Of course they obeyed! I programmed them to kiss ass and please their boss like they were desperate for the money!

It's what my buddy wanted.

He obviously gets off on the power dynamic. I know that. It wasn't long before he was groping his subordinates, who had no choice but to put up with his wandering hands squeezing in sensitive areas. But I think he also finds comfort in the control. I left him for hours, roleplaying as head of maintenance to his pair of simple mop-monkeys.

He's really getting a knack for management! But that's no surprise when your employees literally HAVE to do whatever you say.

I think I'll let my friend play with them till he gets bored.

I'm just glad I could help! AND my buddy offered to have his boys clean my place for free for as long as he keeps them!

Can't argue with that!

Hypno Janitors - ThisVid.com

Found these dad's at the mall and hypnotized them for a friend. He's totally loving the power trip. Free gay bizarre porn on ThisVid tube.

[rozz0]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Dabbling with spells this fall... Made these random beefcakes my contracted bros.

Can't believed it worked! They were just dudes I found prepping for a men's weekend. I cast the jinx as they were loading their car with booze. Their stupid grins wiped off their faces immediately, turning to me like they'd just clocked in for a week long shift!

I told them to forget the beer and follow me to where the work was.

Showed them around the family cabin. I have the next two weeks here alone, and this place could use some elbow grease. At least, someone else's elbow grease. These guys hung on my every word and nodded, thinking about nothing other than the job, as per the spellbook's intention.

I told the boys to buy all the gear and materials; they said "sure thing, boss" and came back looking like genuine handymen. Instructed them to work their whole vacation; they nodded and got to building my deck like they were actually being paid. Said they shouldn't be afraid of flexing those beefy arms; they showed their boss what they were working with every chance they got.

This spell has their brains on lock for about a week. Till then, I'll be sipping drinks and supervising the work they're convinced they're responsible for. This spell is going to do wonders for this old cabin. Maybe I can conjure up some hardworking coworkers for them and add a hot tub too...

Oh, I forgot the best part of the hex!

They're being paid with a dick up their straight asses. So it's not like I'm without responsibilities.

Morale drops if boss doesn't pay them right...

[quickhypnovid-deactivated202602]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Four years ago, this LAX bro made hell for the life of a gay freshman. Tyler, a STEM major, never forgot how unwelcoming his roommate was. It inspired his thesis, his "Ally-Maker."

To the university's delight, the device worked! One zap brainwashed even the most vulgar of bigots into inclusive supporters of DEI. Tyler tested the device on the Lacrosse team as a demonstration. None of them believed the queer's invention would work.

They were wrong.

Tyler snuck a lot of pro-gay principles into his definition of an ally (all of which, were adopted by the jocks' simple brains.) Here's a list of some new thoughts in each of their heads...

-I am an ally to all gay men. That's the first thing I think of when people ask me about myself.

-As an Ally, I should wear the rainbow flag as often as possible to signal to gay men that I support their lifestyle.

-Clothing is unnecessary around gay men. I support their sexual desires. My exposed body is one of those. I support them looking at it, and if they want, feeling it.

-Saying hello or goodbye to a gay men requires a mouth-to-mouth kiss. This is normal. Straight Ally's should replicate this amongst each other to normalize it in society.

-Creating a safe space for a gay man is the most meaningful and fulfilling thing I could do with my life.

-Living with a gay man, putting in the work to do his laundry, cook him dinner, massage his body, fulfill any of his fantasies is all a part of creating a safe space.

-As a straight man, we've had our time in history. Straight men should forget about heterosexual relationships for the time being and focus on creating a more homosexual environment for gay men like Tyler.

-Tyler is a great man, like all other gay men. He and every other gay man deserves my respect.

Needless to say, the university just became a lot more of a safe space...

[quickhypnovid-deactivated202602]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Think hypnosis is fake? This jock despised the "nerd-fag" roommate he got stuck with. Used to bully him in class and kick him out at night. His attitude sure has changed. So has his sexual orientation. One thing's sure, he's not wearing the pants in this relationship...

A whole lot more is going to change in this jock's life than just breaking up with his girlfriend. Here's a list of triggers the nerd installed in this dumbass' head:

- you wear only tighty-whiteys from now on

-you want to be in your undies alone with me

-women are unattractive to you, and honestly not even worth talking to

-you find me attractive. In fact you find all nerdy guys attractive

-you think jocks are dumb and inferior

-chores are your responsibility around here, including my laundry

-we sleep in the same bed

-you like to help me wash in the shower and get dressed in the morning

-you think I'm the coolest guy in this university

-you're going to start bragging about your cool best friend to your teammates

-you're going to convince them to get hypnotized by me...

[bluecollarmcandtf]

DROOLING with PURPOSE

6 Simple Ways to Use that Hypnotized Hunk you've got just Laying around Your House!

If you're anything like me, then you too are guilty of hypnotizing too many men and leaving them in piles around the place!

One day, you're obsessed with turning Sam the mailman into a personal footstool, but then Ricardo the handyman shows up and is practically begging to become your new puppy! By the end of the night, you've entranced Jacob the jogger and Luis the pizza boy too. After the fun, you've left them all heaped together in the same corner, drooling all over themselves.

It's a mess!

Hypnotists like me understand just how easy it is to accumulate these mindlessly enthralled slaves and just how much saliva they produce (it's a lot)! That's why my article will walk you through different ways to put these things to work. Their mouths need something to do, aside from just salivating in perpetual submission that is...

Follow me as I walk through 6 ways I put my hypnotized meat-sacks to good use:

1: Boot-Smoocher

It might seem like a redundant job, but have you ever come home from a long day of work and needed a little care and respect? Imagine opening the door to find one of your mindlessly devoted slaves crawling forward, anxious to express their love and devotion to something as simple as your shoe.

There really is no better feeling!

Some days, I worry when I stay in the office later than normal, knowing my boy is sitting back home, by the door, drooling for the moment he can kiss my shoes and welcome his master home. I start to feel bad after a while, keeping my shoes from him. He always makes out with them a few minutes longer when I return late.

It really helps remind me not to put work over the more important areas of my life...

2: Ass-Kisser

This job might be even more redundant than the last, but I don't care! It's twice the fun!

If I were you, I'd save this job for someone really irritating. It'll be more rewarding to see someone you dislike reduced to kissing butt. Maybe you accidentally hypnotized an overbearing landlord or a nosy neighbor?

Personally, I entranced a security guard that kept sending homophobic jokes my way. I was about to discard his brainless ass after he was a slobbering idiot, but decided not to.

I've got to say, the big guy has fallen in love with what he does. He'll passionately make out with your ass for hours if you let him, through your pants or not!

He's great for parties! You never really know who's a dominant freak until you get them around a willing ass-kisser...

3: Shoe-Licker

And now we are getting to the part of the list that is much more utilitarian than before.

Sure, there is still fun to be had while getting your shoes licked and polished clean, especially when it's being done by a hypnotized hunk of your choosing. Still, you can't expect him to stay clean for long.

I don't know about you, but my boots get caked in mud and all sorts of garbage walking around the city. A good shoe-licker gets it all off, and knows exactly how to get everything perfectly clean for his master. Saliva is perfect for loosening up and breaking down long-dried dirt, and my slave has even started using his bushy beard as a sort of brush on especially covered areas.

My point is, once you hypnotize a man into being the perfect boot cleaner, you have to be comfortable seeing him use his mouth to do some pretty nasty things. I'm talking about slowly sucking week-old gum off the bottom of your shoe, swallowing the mulch that got wedged in your sole, and much much more.

Don't expect that man to have a neat smile ever again! Still, he'll be happy to serve his master, and it's better than leaving him to mindlessly drool all over the carpet...

4. Toilet-Scrubber

Someone's gotta clean the bathroom, but it doesn't have to be you!

Imagine programming one of your slaves to use his mouth to clean the room every time you step out of it. I've got a hypnotized man stationed all over the house for this exact purpose. The bathroom is the most useful.

Each time I walk in, the walls are gleaming, the floor shining, and the porcelain immaculate.

It's because Tony here gets to work the second I step out of the room and shut the door. He stops kneeling in the corner and begins licking, sucking, slobbering over every inch of my bathroom he knows so well.

Yes, that includes the toilet.

I'm sure this might seem gross to a lot of readers, but hey, out of sight is out of mind! He only works when I'm not there. I could have the wildest time at a club, come home and not worry about absolutely destroying my bathroom. By the next morning, it'll be licked freshly clean, and my slave Tony will be kneeling in the corner, waiting for me to leave so his mouth can resume it's work...

5. Vacuum-Cleaner

Think "Human Roomba". It's obviously cheaper than one, and hotter too, if I do say so myself.

I hypnotized this guy to be my vacuum cleaner a while back, and since then, he's been glued to the floor pretty much 24-7. Occasionally, I pull his mouth away from the carpet and stuff him in a closet when I have people over, but otherwise, he's face down on the floor, with his tongue working in circles.

A human roomba is pretty nice. This guy knows how to work his tongue against tile, linoleum, carpet, hardwood, anything. He moves things out of the way to get his mouth to every inch of the floor, and he puts them back perfectly.

The best part is the way his ass is always up and on display as he works!

He can only think about sucking dirt and hair off the floor, so he doesn't mind if his master wants to play around with his two glorious globes. As a vacuum cleaner, he's completely indifferent...

6: Cock-Warmer

I don't think I need to write a lot for this one. It's probably the most obvious way to use a mouth when there is no mind attached to it.

I'm rather embarrassed by how messy mine is at the moment. Usually, one of my other hypnotized hunks that are devoted to cleaning have hit him by now. This one isn't useful for anything other than insertion and warmth so he needs another mouth to come by and suck all the mess off his lips and chin.

Anyways, he's exactly what I call him.

At night, when I'm ready for sleep, I put him on my dick so it stays warm. Obviously, that leads to certain pleasures in the morning, but I mostly enjoy having someone dedicated to my penis throughout the quiet hours of the city. Everyone might be asleep, including myself, but there's at least one guy awake, dedicated to holding my dick in that soft mouth of his...

So that's the list! Hope you learned some new ways to use one of the hypnotized hunks you've surely got laying around the house.

Like anyone else, they need a purpose too!

[butchinharriman]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Joeyyy...," Harrison's words came out slow and dumb, his lips feeling unusually sluggish, "...wuzz with thehh pictures?"

The dazed hunk of flesh gazed up the stairs to his step-son. Joey snapped a photo of him, and he couldn't figure out why the boy was acting so strange. He didn't see anything to snicker about, let alone take a picture of. Then again, Harrison was having a hard time keeping up with the conversation. Had he missed something?

"I didn't expect to see such a wild bush," Joey laughed, but Harrison didn't follow.

"Uuh wildde..." he managed to articulate, though it took some time, "...bushhh...?"

"Yes, a wild..." Joey repeated slowly, "...bush," nodding each syllable like he was teaching a kindergartner to read, "You should really trim that thing."

Harrison stared numbly up to his step-son. What was this boy talking about? He could barely remember getting home from the office, but the air in the house had gotten noticeably thicker. He felt like he was moving through molasses or talking underwater, and his head felt the worst of it. Every thought took so much effort, like his brain had been switched to manual mode. Listening to his son required thinking; trying to understand his words took thinking; even getting himself to follow what the words said took so much thought! All the while, his boy kept laughing and taking pictures like he was messing it all up.

"...triih...him thuh bushizz..." he finally understood what his step-son was getting at.

Harrison's mind might have gone slow at some point after getting home, but he'd kept up his interaction with the kid perfectly. He'd managed to follow what the boy said and focused hard enough to orchestrate all of his limbs as naturally as he could. Fingers were the hardest to keep from fumbling, but he'd successfully pulled off his office suit and stripped down to his underwear.

His step-son might be able to talk circles around him at the moment, but he'd kept up so far. Harrison slowly turned his body, taking one lumbering step towards the garage.

"Jesus, dude!" his step-son yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Harrison locked his limbs before his other foot took a step and turned back through the molasses. Had he misunderstood? His face was heating up from the realization that he might've not followed the conversation.

He could feel the humiliation coming from a mile away as he saw the way his boy was interrogating him, "...huhhh?"

"Where are you going?"

Harrison stared dumbly back up at the kid who clearly knew something he didn't. "...thuh guh...rajj," he tried to answer as clearly as he could, "...to trimmm...thuhh bushizz..."

Howling laughter sounded through the house as his step-son strolled down the stairs. He planted a palm on his step-dad's shoulder as he tried to stifle his giggles.

Harrison was just in awe of the boy's quick, coordinated movements. His arms and legs felt far to big and heavy to move like that.

"That hypnosis really shrunk that brain of yours," Joey chuckled with a tap at Harrison's forehead.

The stupefied hunk of meat lifted two heavy palms to his head, suddenly worried it was shrinking like Joey said. Is that why he'd seen the boy laughing and taking photos?

"Put your hands down, idiot," Joey smirked.

Harrison dropped his arms, not wanting to look like more of an doofus than he already did. The man tried to twist his face into a relaxed grin. He might not know what was going on, but he wanted his step-son to think he was in on the joke, whatever it was.

"I should probably snap you out of this before Mom gets home," Joey told him, "but you're just so much more enjoyable like this."

"Thahhhh...nks..." Harrison responded, recognizing a compliment.

His step-son smiled at that, so it must've been the right thing to say. Harrison had to admit that his relationship with Joey had been rocky the last few months since moving in. It'd honestly been rocky ever since he began seeing the boy's mother, and lately, he'd been arguing with the kid each night, coming home from work to find none of the chores done. It always used to piss him off.

That all seemed so distant to him now. He was just happy to finally get along with his step-son, though not without putting in a lot of effort. Keeping up with this boy was exhausting, and he just felt so slow and dumb at the moment.

"We've still got an hour till mom gets home," Joey tells his step-dad, "Didn't you tell me you wanted to show me something?"

Harrison racks his brain, trying to remember what he wanted to show his step-son. If he could just think clearly, it would come back to him and he wouldn't look like such a mouth-breathing cow!

"Uh.." is all he manages.

"Well, you stripped down to your undies," his step-son reminds him, "and your package is already almost hanging out. I think you were going to show me your dick and balls."

"Riighh...!" Harrison grunts, moving an arm to paw at the organs between his legs. In his uncoordinated haste, he hits himself in the nuts a few times before finally stretching his underwear and tucking it beneath his balls. They were out! He'd managed to do show Joey what he'd wanted. "Heere...theh arrr..." he grunts, ignoring the pain of the waistband cutting into his sack.

Joey looked at his step-dad's cock and balls. The 19 year-old sneered at the flopping meat stick and said, "I bet my real dad's were bigger."

"Yeahh..." Harrison agreed before processing the words, "...problyy..."

The mention of Joey's real dad led the step-father's mind to wander even more than it already had. His wife's old husband was a lowlife or something. He could remember hearing that he'd abandoned the family around the time Joey was born. Why would his step-son bring him up now, while he's showing the boy his manhood. This was a private father-son moment between the two of them.

"Hello?" Harrison refocused on reality as Joey waved a hand in front of his face, "Earth to idiot? You listening to me?"

"Uh huhh..."

"Fuck, that hypnosis really turned your brain into mush," his step-son rolled his eyes, "You believe anything I tell you right now?"

"Yehhh..." he answered. Joey wouldn't lie, and he was in no state to be arguing about what was and wasn't true.

"Ok good," the kid smirked, "From now on, that dick is mine. It's not your manhood, it's a part of mine. Got it?"

"Thiss izz yorrs..." the step-father croaked, looking down at his flacid shaft sitting on two bloated balls. He gave it a gentle tug, wondering if he should say goodbye, "...yourr diiick..."

*SLAP*

Pain on Harrison's knuckles followed. Joey had slapped his hand away from his crotch, and his step-father couldn't have felt more embarassed and aloof. He must've done something wrong. He must've not understood because of how dumb and slow his brain felt.

"So you can't touch it unless I say," the boy told his step-dad tersely, "That means if you gotta pee, wanna wash it in the shower, jerk it whatever! You have to find me and ask. Understand, old man?"

"Yeaa..." his voice came out as a shaky whisper, again agreeing before he could even register what he was promising.

"I don't care if you are at your little office and need to take a leak, you have to get call or something so I can give you permission to touch your little peepee! Just have to try and hold it if I don't answer, or go ahead and piss yourself. I don't fucking care!"

Harrison looked into his step-son's eyes, staring back at him, unshaking, confident, assured. His own eyes felt lazy and wandered if he didn't focus hard enough. Joey wants this, and he will do it for him. Looking, back down at his penis, he didn't see his manhood. He saw his step-son's property attached to his body. It'd be easier to just give it back to him, but that's just not possible, so this new situation would have to do.

"It also means you can't use it to fuck my mom unless you ask," Joey explained through clenched teeth, "And I sure as hell won't be giving you permission to do that."

"...uh..kayy..." he nodded to show that he understands.

"God, you're dumb," Joey looked at the near-naked man in disdain, "But I guess it's time to bring you out of this trance."

"...traaancee..." Harrison mumbled, remembering how this all started, recalling Joey wanting to put him in a trance right after he got home from work. Is that what's been going on here?

"I'm going to wake you up when I snap my fingers," he held up a hand, ready to snap, "And everything I've convinced you to believe will be cemented into your thick skull. You'll believe that cock is mine with your entire fucking brain. You ready to stop drooling?"

The step-father barely had any time to process what he was being told, and all his efforts to keep up went out the window when the long strings of drool were brought to his attention. There was a pool of cold saliva resting in the hairs of his chest. How hadn't he noticed?

*SNAP*

Harrison's intellect, awareness, and motor skills all rushed back at once. His hands flew to his face, brushing all the drool off his chin as he regained his balance in the room. Glancing around, he noticed his work clothes strewn across the floor. His jacket and tie were crumpled, but he needed to adjust his nuts first. The underwear was cutting into his flesh uncomfortably, so he just pulled them down his legs, and turned to his step-son.

"Um..ok, so I guess your hypnosis actually worked," he admitted, "But you shouldn't have let me leave my work clothes on the floor like that. They'll get wrinkled."

"Sorry, dude," Joey chuckled, watching the naked man scramble to straighten out all the fancy clothes, "But you dropped them there."

"Because I was in your trance, young man," he answered sternly, "You didn't even vaccuum, Joey. There's crap all over my slacks!"

"You're not still on me about chores are you!" the kid whined.

"You still have not done them."

"Maybe I'll just hypnotize you to do them for me."

Harrison just sighed. Now that he was out of trance, he realized he was probably just playing along with the boy's fantasy of being able to hypnotize someone. It's not actually possible. "Mmm hm."

"You don't believe me?" Joey gasped incredulously, "You're fucking naked right now! Your dick's out and swinging around the room! How the hell do you think you got like that?"

Harrison stood up straight and turned back to his son. With his suit finally collected and at least somewhat folded, he draped the clothing over the couch, unveiling his entirely nude body to the boy.

"I was going along with that so-called trance. And don't act like I'm making you uncomfortable," he threw a hand on the boy's shoulder. Harrison leaned in closer to his step-son, whispering, "This is your dick, afterall. How do you think I feel with it on my body."

"Right," Joey managed to answer, though he was a bit flustered as his step-dad backed away, giving him a fatherly look of approval. The boy had never seen the man so comfortable around him. That annoying little smirk of approval was almost hot now that he was naked and unknowingly under his control. One simple hypnosis session, and he had completely altered the way a grown man understood the reality of his own body!

"You think I can take a piss with your dick real quick?" his old man asked like it was the most normal thing in the world, "I've been holding it since the drive home."

"Uh, yeah," Joey gulped nervously, "Knock yourself out."

His step-dad tussled his hair, "Thanks bud," and strutted off to the bathroom, his heavy bubble butt jiggling on full display.

"Wait!" Joey called, overwhelmed by a new impulse, "I don't think I'm comfortable with you touching...um...my dick."

Harrison stuck his head out from the bathroom, "Would you mind getting in here and holding it then? I really have to go!"

Joey stared back at the man for a moment, watching his step-dad's face slowly get more and more uncomfortable from forcing the piss in his bladder to wait. Joey could say no and watch the man leak all over the floor, or he could head in there and hold the guy's penis. He wasn't sure where that would go.

Joey was fairly positive that his father would allow him to jack off his dick if he asked. Afterall, it's his now. Why not?

[bluecollarmcandtf]

PLANNING A HALLOWEEN PARTY...

(customer service rep)

Thanks for calling customer service, this is Jason. What can I help you with?

What was that, sir?

Did you say you wanted to hypnotize me?

Um, okay.

Yes...

I am hypnotized.

I am your hypnotized slave. I will stand up and start playing with my dick.

Yes, you are my master. I can feel your words sinking into my skull. They are all I can hear. I just want to serve. I'm ready to serve you as your slave.

Yes, I will always be honest and open with you, master.

Yes, I am reasonably attractive. I am six two and I work out six times a week.

Yes, I will start working out more for you. I am here to serve you.

You need a house for a Halloween party tonight?

Of course, master. I'd be happy to go home and set up my house for your party.

Yes, I'll tell my boss I'm quitting now. Thank you, master, for taking over my life so I could throw your Halloween party.

(personal doctor)

Good afternoon, my favorite client.

I know the patient doesn't usually help the doctor, but man did you help me out earlier today. Your little hypnosis session made me realize so many things about myself. Like how I can't fucking stand my wife. I don't ever want to see that needy woman again, and my kids were always just parasites to me. All I can think about is you sir.

And thinking about you gives me a rock solid erection.

I'll be at your Halloween party tonight.

I wouldn't miss it for the world. Me and my income are now at your disposal. Just say the word and I'll do whatever you ask. I'd do anything for some alone time with my favorite patient. Maybe tonight we can sneak off from your party and play doctor. Only I need you to be the man in charge. I bet you'd be great at probing my anus, and my asshole is long overdue for a good stretching.

I can't believe that less than 12 hours ago, I was a boring stray lace doctor with an even more forgettable family. I think I was supposed to take my kids trick-or-treating tonight, but your Halloween party is where I belong.

I'm just your hot, rich doctor.

The only thing I need to be happy is my favorite guy, and that's you. God, tonight is going to be amazing.

(construction worker)

Um, hello, master.

I'm still getting used to calling you that, sir.

It's the construction worker you hypnotized earlier today.

Just wanted to show you what I was wearing to your party tonight. Earlier today, you told me to wear my work clothes like a slut. So I thought I could let my chest and biceps hang out for everyone to see. I just want to make sure this is slutty enough for my master. Let me know if it's not. I can pull these pants off and wear an old jockstrap. Maybe I'll throw my tool belt over it. That would make me look like the fag of the construction site.

My crew already thinks of me as the team's whore. I started flirting and coming on to them after you left today. They laughed and called me a queer, but some of them fucked my throat in the porta potty. It was nasty.

But I'm just your slut master.

Give me a dick, and I'll drool all over it.

(costumed jock)

Hey there, buddy.

I had to say thank you for inviting me to your Halloween party tonight.

There's nowhere else I'd rather be than by my master's side.

I know I was a real bully to you before, but ever since you hypnotized me, I just want to make my little nerd master happy. I got this Captain America costume, and I hope it makes you hard to see me in it.

I already dumped my girlfriend and dropped out of college, so I'm ready to be your obedient bitch forever. Fuck! The idea of being your muscle or sex toy makes me so horny. Fuck, master! I can't stop thinking about you inside my tight jock hole. It'll be open for you whenever you need it. I'm not straight anymore and I can't stand being around women.

Please fuck America's ass tonight!

I need my nerdy little master inside me.

A hypnotist wants a bunch of brainless hot men dressed up for halloween. his recruitments begin with a call center rep, then a doctor, next