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@cowboy-knight
Intro
Hi, I’m Knight. I’m 19, pronouns are He/him. I finally decided to make this blog after seeing the work of a few others so I can talk to others about my thoughts.
I am into Hypnokink (especially when done softly), praise, pupplay, bondage, and a half dozen other things. But I’m here! Finally!
I want to be clicker trained, but to the Garand ping
haha dude that was an excellent knight kink post. you know you don't have to be useful to be worthy of love, right?
Prince whose noblest knight keeps insisting that he would throw himself upon his own blade to bleed himself dry of sin should his liege request it has to reassure concerned citizens, "I've never asked him to do that."
"But you could, my liege!" the knight follows immediately.
They keep stroking my armour lasciviously and asking to see my 'other' sword
I don't have TIME I'm literally on a QUEST
been seein lots of posts recently about southern transmascs, cowboy-types. never thought there’d be an interest in a trans farmboy like me honestly. but i get it. some of you precious little things just need to be whipped into shape by someone with experience, huh? someone used to rounding up wild animals, taming beasts and showing them how to act.
i can raise the sweetest docile puppydog into a snarling livestock guardian. or round up buck-wild horses and bulls, show them how to play nicely. either way i know exactly what you need.
it’s alright. i’ve got you now. nothin to be afraid of, little thing. you just need a nice strong man to show you how to behave, hm? i know. that’s it, honey. come here. i’ll show you how it feels to be made into a real good boy. no reason to be nervous, sugar. i’ll take care of you.
Come here cowboy, I’ve had a long day on the trail and you’ve done nothing but run that damn mouth like I won’t do anything about it.
Get on your knees or I’ll force you on em; let me put that quick tongue of yours to good use.
Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.
When Coyote first came to the ranch, he was tiny. Not only just short, but incredibly thin. He used to be some form of academic, and would either forget to eat or prefer to drink instead.
However, once Patron took them in, they started to make sure that Coyote ate atleast three square meals a day. His Patron brags about how they nurtured him back to heath.
Coyote now is a pretty big guy. Sometimes this confuses him, but his Max is always there to make everything make sense.
Coyote does wear his collar around, which usually is styled to match Max's outfit for the day. Max has multiple outfits that they wear around, from a large southern belle dress to a fancy pair of suspenders.
Coyote also gets dressed up. Max doesn't usually dress him up day to day, just due to the fact that they don't want their good clothes damaged by work. Max's favorite things to put Coyote in are as follows:
1940s dress, especially with a bow around Coyote's neck that hide's his collar so perfectly, and allows him to be easily leashed.
Rodeo court outfits. Just in general. Especially when Max is feeling more feminine, becouse then she'll take Coyote out with a southern ball gown and go to places like the park and just look nice.
Jean, boots, belt, Hat. They're bell bottomed jeans. Those days, he doesn't get stallion privileges at all. He's mindless, wanting nothing more than pets.
During the winter, Coyote is usually in either his jean jacket (I swear it's not me projecting my comfort jacket onto him) or bombers. All of his jackets have custom stitch on it. He also wears a felt hat then.
Recently, @villainhypno gave me an idea. So after like 3 hours of work (and many more procrastinating) I have finished this.
On the far left is a sunflower, for Max, aka Patron. Then there’s a half moon for Dawn (for Villain), and finally a Cow (with a hidden V) for Valentine (from @whumpsoda ). Max does cross stitch, so these are symbols they put onto any cloth that is going to any of their friends, plus their friend’s symbol so Coyote knows where to drop it off.
the hottest thing a knight can be is pathetic and desperate. vulnerable without his armour, drowning in guilt and shame and embarrassment but with much more immediate needs possessing him, setting him begging. laid out beneath you on his belly, rutting into the rucked up blankets under him in a needy grasp at any relief, half-smushed into the mattress and barely able to keep his eyes from squeezing shut as he tries to look at you over his shoulder, eyes twinkling, slurring his pleas, drunk with desire. "please, oh god, please, more, more, I need more, christ in heaven, I need more, I beg you, please fuck me, please fuck me, ple-he-hease—" whining and gasping so passionately he's nearing sobs. oh, the depraved sounds he'll make when you finally sink into him and push his body to all its limits (and beyond, if you're feeling generous...)
I like the kinda mind control where they don’t do anything different to your thoughts, the only change is that the things they want you to do feel reeeeeally good. And then it’s just about your own level of self control.
Coyote does have his own separate bed from Max, but it's very rarely used (for multiple reasons). The few times it has been used is when it's hot out and Max doesn't want to die of heatstroke. Max doesn't usually mind, but Coyote clings and cuddles. He's very affectionate.
On those days, Max has to cuddle and sing to Coyote, becouse otherwise his dumbass can (and will) sneak into the bed becouse his Patron must upset so Coyote has to make sure everything is okay and meanwhile Patron is sweating to death becouse it's cute, but good god Coyote may not be very tall, but he is a human heater.
Coyote's bed is in what used to be the closest, but now has been turned into his room. He's got his own bed, a collection of rocks, and Max painted the ceiling to mimic the nightsky, along with a projector that projects the time accurate night sky onto the ceiling. Becouse as much as Max hates to admit it, they do love Coyote. And Coyote sleeps best under the stars, so they do all they can to mimic the environment.
Coyote would never complain of course, but Max can see it in the way he'll rub his eyes after a bad night, how during the night he'd call out names of people who he had long forgotten. No, sleeping under the stars is the best way to go.
Gave me some thoughts.
Alejandro, Los Vaqueros
And
Graves, The cowboy of the Dadler family.
The two shit faced and talking about the ideal type of Cowboy and what they would live by. Results in them going for a ride, to see who rides a horse better. And there's always that big golden rule, never ride a horse while drunk.
Well both men are talking and riding, laughing like the old friends they could have been. Their horses swaying closer and further apart, thankfully knowing the way to go much better then their riders. Never mind Graves is using one of Alejandro and Rudy's ornery horse who is smitten for the gringo.
One thing leads to another, a sip to many and the men have their horses 'tied up' on a fence post. In reality just set against it, they're lucky the horses are so well trained.
Alejandro is holding Graves hair hat, while the blond is throwing up in a bush. Shit talking about the tequila Alejandro fed him.
"The worm just didn't agree with you pendejo." The Mexican would laugh out, watching as the blond spit and wiped his mouth.
"Next time it's whiskey, and not that Spanish shit. I'll bring the good kind." The blond would huff shaking his head, and shooting Alejandro a look.
"Oh, there will be a next time?"
"Oh, you better count on it." Graves would laugh out, reaching for his hat and dusting it off.
"It's a date." Alejandro would hum, watching Graves adjust his hat. His hand moving before he could stop himself and adjusted it as he flicked up the brim. The two making that hard eye contact, before slamming their lips together. One trying to gain the advantage over the other, all teeth and tongue and spit. Resulting in the two men spending the night together under the stars.
I saw riding and thought "damn, they're are at it again." but now, it was horse riding.
Graves puts his hat on Alejandro's head and stares at him expectantly, biting his lip. Alejandro gets so hard it makes him fucking dizzy.
And because I'm in the mood for it,
Alejandro bends Graves over the fence and makes him watch the sunset and he lazily thrust his cock into the blonde's hole and all but terrorises him by refusing to hit his prostate because he wants to keep Graves focused on the sights in front of him.
He also makes Graves go home with cum leaking from his hole and staining the inside of his jeans as a little gift, a "forget me not" of sorts.
Delicious. Until Alejandro wanders home, found yet again, always, by Rudy. But only one problem. Alejandro Vargas does not, own a cowboy hat with a gold buckle on it. And something roils in Rudy's gut as he looks at his partner passed out in a pile of hay with a few stray cats and the dog. The scrapes on his own belt buckle and the wet stains a clear tell of what the man got off to. Which was fine, if it wasn't related to a blond bastard he saw the night before. Rudy simply has to restake his claim again.
Counter offer. Rudy stakes his claim again, he whips Alejandro's ass until he breaks skin and then has the other man eat him out. It's only right.
But then maybe, just maybe, he decides that if the gringo is going to step foot into his home town then Rudy is going to get use out of him.
And that's how Alejandro walks in on Rudy riding Graves like his life depends on it. Thighs straining and tense, cock hard and smearing pre all over his abdomen as the blonde below him squirms and groans because he's already cum twice and it hurts.
My darling, when the fuck have I ever said no? I am here for this, and I am DOWN!! FOR THE ONLY LUBE GRAVES GETS IS WHAT HE GETS TO EAT OUT OF ALES ASS THATS CHERRY FLAVORED. PAVLOV THAT GRINGOS ASS SO EVERY TIME HE SMELLS CHERRIES OR PEACHES HE GETS A PAINFUL HARD ON.
And bringing this one back with added reblog 💖
God, our genius is unfathomable.
Listen, this may be a break from my normal hypno cowboy posting, but good god I go feral for this
Coyote loves to be touched. Everywhere. You ruffle his hair, he's moving closer. Max made him extra sensitive to any form of touch, making sure it was pleasurable. If you so much as nudge his dick, the poor man is hard as a rock. Unfortunately for him. Fortunate for whoever did it though.
That's one of Max's favorite ways to put him in trance is to trace down his nose and boop him. Once he's booped, it's all over. He's so fuzzy and warm he can barely function. All he wants to do is whatever his Patron tells him.
Which yeah, Max is a freak. His favorite thing is to leash coyote and edge him, and coo as the guy isn't able to cum. He's always so close, almost there, and boop, suddenly it's so hard to move to get that final bit of stimulation.
Max loves hearing him whine and bark for the final amount of touch. Coyote can't move much with his leash taunt, but seeing him trying to nuzzle anything close to his face make Max want to edge him longer, becouse their pet is just so desperate for any amount of touch from them. And if Coyote ever tries to be ever so slightly disobedient (never on purpose), a swift tug normally corrects him.
But Max does keep it interesting, including sometimes they let Coyote try to hunt them. Coyote is a very good hunter, especially for his patron, and gets rewarded every time.
Coyote, before he was coyote, was some form a fed. Not an operator or officer, but an employee of the federal government. I kinda imagine he was something like an IRS auditor or a civil engineer who kept only to large cities. He was almost the definition of a nerdy asshole.
He was the kind of guy who drove expensive cars and parked them in firelanes. Not evil, but an ass. He was also the kind of person who never went into the sun or did too much work becouse that was 'beneath him'. But he was good at a few things, like math and being the life of the party. He was very sociable, but it was like a frat bro, in the way he was demeaning to everyone who wasn't him.
Then he was at some small town bar, going after another lady, when he made a bet with another person. This was to wear a collar for 12 hours. And of course Coyote (or at this point his name is Evan), took the bet.
So Evan went home, wearing the collar. But he notices people start talking to him more when he wears the collar. So he starts wearing the collar to bars, and people start paying for his drinks. And he feels good, and more women are giving him their numbers.
Then, when he went home, he never got a hangover. But now, wearing the collar just felt good. Everything was so easy with it on. people were nice and everything made sense. His coworkers started talking to him more becouse he wasn't a jerk anymore. He became this very kind man who would talk to you about you rather than his night.
His boss isn't happy, but Evan just smiles and nods. He starts making stupid mistakes, and he just can't think of the solution. These things he's been doing for years, but he just can't figure it out. But it's fine, he feels so good, and people keep being nice to him.
One day, a person named Max comes to his work place. Max come up to him, clips a leash on the collar, and goes "C'mon Coyote. Let's go home." And like the good boy he is, Coyote follows. And he hasn't looked away from his Patron since.
OHOHOHO AHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!!!
Dean and him are former asshole buddies! I can’t remember exactly (and Villain can correct me if I’m wrong) but I also think Cowboy wasn’t always the nicest either before the hat… and I will eat this up every time.
BUT AGH the collar… the fact that it’s just a bet and it starts changing him over time… I have SO MANY QUESTIONS!!! Did Max make the collar? How did they know where to find him? Had they met him before they walked in and took him away?
BUT OMG THEM JUST CLIPPING ON HIS LEASH AND HE FOLLOWS??? So good. So fucking good.
joining in to say yeah 💕 cowboy wasnt Awful, id say bratty bottom deep down under a very prickly and high-strung exterior, but he was a supervisor at a large office and everyone hated him because he was always pissed off and dogging on everyone. just a real nightmare to work with. when he started mellowing out, they forced him to take a vacation because they legit thought he was having some kind of mental breakdown.
enjoy your new life evan 💖
I’m a little nervous typing this because I feel like I’m intruding, but I also have an idea for a former asshole currently hypnotized character…her name is Mira and she WAS some sort of high ranking chemist who got cursed for authorizing chemical in a lake that was protected by a minor water deity. She doesn’t have an owner/patron and mostly does her own thing as an artist, but she’s always getting into some sort of situation that often ends with lesbian sex. I wanted to contrast Cowboy et al with a character that’s more of a roaming free spirit.
NEVER OVERSTEPPING!
Coyote would probably bring her things like cool rocks. Cause he finds them cool and he wants to show her so she can make sure that they stay just as shiny as they are in the photos. : )
