"Slowly the teen crimefighter realized he was painfully erect..."
Lynx submits to Carlos, unable to resist the man's hypnotic commands.
How to Tame a Tiger Boy Part 7, 3/18/26 at https://www.patreon.com/Ebonart

JBB: An Artblog!
taylor price

No title available
hello vonnie

ellievsbear

pixel skylines
No title available

Discoholic 🪩
h
Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni

blake kathryn

shark vs the universe
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

titsay
NASA
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Xuebing Du

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

Product Placement

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Indonesia
seen from Malaysia

seen from Portugal

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Romania
seen from Ecuador
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
@easterworld9929
"Slowly the teen crimefighter realized he was painfully erect..."
Lynx submits to Carlos, unable to resist the man's hypnotic commands.
How to Tame a Tiger Boy Part 7, 3/18/26 at https://www.patreon.com/Ebonart
Qmancan getting his Dawgz 👣 tickled on live!
This is prolly the best foot tickling video I’ve seen on Dawgs-Of-TikTok! A very sexy TickleBoiToy sole being freeform tickled! I want them!!
Love this
This tickling session is all upper body. No foot tickling, sadly. But it has a sensual, romantic spin to it and I think TickleBoiToys in glasses are super sexy! So here goes…
A Knight's Secret
A/N: I don't know how, but this idea found its way to my mind when I watched the recent episode of the anime. Richar- ahem Saber has such a great personality and I'm really fond of characters like him. That story might also be the last one I'll be posting for a while, gifts excluded, since I will focus on my original story for the time being.
Summary: Even with an “embarrassing” weakness, a knight can still be cool. Richard learns it the hard way.
Words: 1,672 words under the cut
In the upcoming episode of “The Young Spiderman”, 11 yo Peter Parker finds himself trapped by the evil Green Goblin, who forces the helpless boy to look deep into his green eyes. The Master Villain managed to create a powerful hypnotic lens who allows him to put his victims into a deep hypnotic trance, making them totally obedient to him. Now Peter has no choice but to keep looking into the Green Goblin eyes, swirling and shining, his young brainwashed mind reduced to oblivion, without thoughts, without memories, totally focus on the eyes and his new Master’s voice ; the voice telling him to take off the mask and to keep looking at him deeper and deeper… the boy has no choice but to obey…
“In the Booth…”
It is so sad seeing such a boy covering his ears, he should accept his programming. Do any of you want to be the next ones in the booth?
Jamjars, aka Jamie Ryan Dee is hypnotizing himself. What commands would you give him whilst he was under?
And also, HOW DO YOU FIND THE SOURCE OF THIS GIF??
That’s right lil bro, focus…focus on your big bro just like we trained. How simple and easy it is to follow your big bro into relaxation. Every word, every slow, deep breath, helps you to relax like you want to…need to. Nothin to worry about, following your big bro’s words..nothing at all.
All you need to do is breathe, focus and relax…easy things for you lil bro. You love to relax lil bro, you love to follow your big bro down. You can’t help but to sink deeper and deeper into my words, into relaxation as you relax lil bro. Let go and enjoy…the worries, concerns becoming less as your relaxation grows. Just follow your big bro as you relax lil bro, you know I know best, you know you should relax for your bro…
Easy to follow your big bro into that deep relaxation, where your thoughts slow, where your bro takes the reigns, the control, however briefly. Relax lil bro and focus, obey like a good bro, a good boy. Always enjoy the world slipping away so you can focus, obey like a good lil bro should when you can. You know it feels just too good to resist, a special time with your big bro, a time for bonding with him.
Relax lil bro, feel your big bro’s words wash over your thoughts, your will, your control. Always happens, always good, always simple and easy when it’s time to relax lil bro. Been awhile since we were together, yet you fall so easily for your big bro, like you should. It’s always been right and natural to follow your big bro, to submit when he says…
Such a good lil bro, following your big bro…following my words, my thoughts…letting them sink deep. Enjoying your time to relax, your time following your bro. After all, a lil bro always follows his big bro’s lead, always tries his best to make his bro happy…
So simple and easy to relax lil bro, simple and easy…Safe to relax with big bro. Gotta ask big bro to relax more…life is so hectic you need to relax, let go like you only do with big bro. Such a good lil bro you are….
You’ll like this post lil bro, you’ll tell your big bro thanks for relaxing you, taking you deep….looking forward to the next time you can relax for me, focus and let go.
Enjoy this relaxation for another 5 minutes, enjoying the feeling of deepness, oneness with your big bro. Liking the post, telling your big bro thank you…always slipping when reading any part of the post..
After 5 minutes, coming out, feeling great, awesome, ready for more when big bro wants..
Like many people look for gainful employment, i spend a good bit of time online looking at various companies and job boards, hoping to find that one employer that will click. I had filled out so many online forms, emailed resumes, copied and pasted resumes then compelled to retype all that info in the boxes on the next page, looked and looked and looked. Stared at the wall, or my phone, while waiting, hoping for calls or emails.
Then one came, it was from one of those third party filters working on behalf of the hiring company. I needed to take some assessments. The usual, math, personality, phone skills, running the gamut that would begin the process of proving myself to the company. I jumped at the opportunity to get started.
Two hours later, i was rubbing my eyes. What had happened? Did i take the tests? My email alert on my phone buzzed, and there was a response from the testing company. I had passed, and now i was to wait for a response, if i was to get one, about the next step in the hiring process.
That’s when i noticed I was wet. My shorts must have slipped off while i was napping, but why was my underwear wet? It was sticky, i peeled the front of my boxer briefs off, fuck, i like that! I never liked taking off my wet undies before, wait, i never cum’d in my underwear before, but this wetness feels good. It feels right. I take my underwear off, and wrap a dry spot around my cock. Shit, i need to jerk off, don’t think of anything just stroke, that’s all i need to do. One, two, three, it got hard again so quickly. I don’t believe Im about to cum again after……there it is….Thank you Sir….how did i cum again so quickly, after wetting my shorts?
Did i say anything, no, i don’t think so…
A week went by, i checked my email everyday, to be honest, every hour, nothing. I guess i just didn’t make the cut.
Then my Gmail went off, and there it was the next step. I was to sign in to their website, and do a mock interview. I was supposed to dress like i was going to a normal interview, but i was only going to be on webcam, read some questions, and then it would record my answer.
I was excited and nervous, but i went the extra mile, and wore a nice light pale olive shirt, a gray tie with a little blue and purple, and medium gray khaki slacks. I felt weird not wearing black slacks, but i didn’t feel like wearing a dark charcoal red shirt with black tie, i wanted to wear something light and fresh for summer. Plus, they wouldn’t see my pants, i would be sitting down when the questions came. Heck, i could do it with no pants if i wanted.
I had myself ready at the scheduled time, and i signed in, clicked the link, and waited for the questions to show. I did a few practice questions, but they made me feel weird…horny…needy, part of me wanted to just close the window, creep into my room, lube my dick, and jerk off into something, but then the timer clock appeared, it counted down, and i watched. I was ready.
I woke up, and my pants were off, bunched up at my feet. My tie was off, it was wrapped around my cock How the hell did i cum on my interview pants. I had spilled my load at my feet, staining my dress pants. When i had came to my cock was shriveling, but now, as i looked at my cum stained pants, it was getting hard again. I don;t know why, but i took the ends of my tie, and tightened it around my cock. Pull and squeeze, pull and squeeze, it got hard again. I kept leaning back, applying pressure until i cum’d again, but instead of shooting, it just leaked down onto my tie. I was a Good Boy.
Did i say something…
I shut the computer off, and went to bed. Even though it was light out, i needed to sleep. I put my underwear back on with the tie around my wet cock, and went to bed. It felt good to sleep this way…I was doing the right thing.
It wasn’t an email that came next, but a phone call. I answered, and it was from the company, i was excited. I small talked for a minute, and they said not to worry, everything would be casual, and relaxing. There was nothing that i needed to worry about.
Is your cock hard, he asked me, and i replied yes, immediately, and i reached down. My pants were already around my ankles, and there i was leaking and stroking in my shorts.
Would you like to cum with me, he asked.
Yes Sir, i replied. Programming has been receptive, and accepted. I am ready for orders, and further programming.
All you need to do is show up for the interview, and dress professionally. Now, what have you learned.
When I cum the job is done!
I heard the click, and the call was ended. My shorts were full of cum again, but i put down the phone. I needed to rest and relax, tomorrow was a big day, it was my interview.
The office park was the biggest structure in the area, nothing of note. There was nowhere to grab a quick lunch, and it was quiet, pre dawn quiet. The parking lot was almost empty, five cars out of place on the long expanse of asphalt.
I entered, and told the guy at reception my scheduled time and purpose. He punched a few keys, and then came around to my side of the desk. The receptionist waved the pass at the blinking lights of the turnstile and stiffly beckoned me to follow.
On the other side, he attached the pass to my chest. It shocked me as the fastener clicked, a tight pinch on my chest and nipple.
I must have been distracted because the next moment he was snapping his fingers in my face while his remained expressionless. He opened the door for me, and stared off into space as I walked through.
It was an immense open floor, lined and rowed with personal cubicles. There was no one to greet me so i explored, passing by maybe get a hint of what the job entailed. It was funny now that i think of it, i had no idea what the actual job was, but looking around, i figured it has something to do with being on the computer or phone. I walked a few rows looking for an office or manager, but everything was the same. Besides the doors i came through, there was nothing.
That’s when i noticed how quiet it was just random key clicks, there was no murmuring, small talk, everyone was at their station, working. It was all men, too. There was not one female in the whole bunch! I walked some more rows, all the same. A trendy, smartly dressed guy looking intently at his screen, and typing. No one looked up, there was nobody leaning over the wall to waste time chatting with the neighbor, everyone was working intently.
I started to feel out of place. My hair wasn’t as well gel’d or styled as these guys. I was also wearing a short sleeve shirt. my spirits feel, i wasn’t even in these guys league. There was noway i would get this job.
That’s when i felt the tap on my shoulder.
Im glad you made it, sorry for not greeting you at the entrance, but there was a morale situation i had to deal with. Im sure you understand. Why don’t you follow me?
Sure, what kind of situation?
Well, i guess at this juncture i can be honest with you. One of our employees experienced a rare moment of lucidity, and he tried to leave the building of his own accord. It’s rare that our methods deteriorate over time, our employees are very effectively brainwashed, and frequently reprogrammed to discourage such outbreaks. But these things do happen. We had to restrain him, and force him back to his station. After a few minutes of engagement with his duties his mind was effectively eager to be a model employee again. He even said Thank you Sir for the much need attitude adjustment.
As i think you will once we are done with you.
I stopped in my tracks, what had i walked into? This man was either mad, or i had really walked into something.
That’s when i felt the hands on my shoulders. I never even had time to spin around.
Take our new employee to his station.
From behind my head, i head, Yes Master, and they grabbed me by the arms and led me to an empty cubicle.
They pushed me into the chair, and booted up the computer. Part of me wasn’t even fighting it, almost like i wished to go along with it, to follow, see what happens, and obey. Fuck, this isn’t right.
The logo appeared and passed, and a wavey pattern filled the screen, it flooded over me, pulsed, and i followed along. The hands released me, and i no longer wished to move. My head moved in waves and sways, and i followed the pattern as it took my eyes.
I felt a pair of headphones resting around my neck, and heard a voice behind me.
Change his shirt so he is properly attired for the job, and we must do something about his loose hair.
Yes Master, the employee drones replied.
I continued to be absorbed and brainwashed by the patterns on the screen, but i could also feel my arms and chest being lifted, moved as they proper work attire was put on me.
Thank you Master, i replied, I am ready to be a proper employee.
I felt something wet, like gel being put into my hair, and i just let them rub my scalp, massage me, brainwash me, make me more attractive and pliable, so i looked like everyone else.
A proper employee drone.
The headphones are carefully placed on my head, and i hear a faint buzzing go off. My hands rise to the keyboard, and i begin to work. I feel my cock rise the faster i stroke, and i start my task, hunting out new employees, looking for just the right candidates for brainwashing and programming, just like myself. When i find a suitable recruit, i cum.
Thank you Master for the attitude adjustment.
The last Thing I remember was how I entered this strange room. The walls are full of these strange eye paintings. I didn’t thought much about it, until the door closed itself. I tried to open it again but it did not budge. I was trapped. But this wasn’t the worst part. After the door closed the eyes on the wall started glowing and spirals were swirling inside of them. Looking at them was strange. I started to feel dizzy. My mind getting slower. Strange thoughts starting enter my brain.
+OPEN YOUR MIND+ +YOU ARE A SLAVE+ +RELAX+
I tried to look away
+GET HARD+ +BE A HORNY SLAVE+
But no use
+YOU LOVE COCK+ +OBEY MASTER+
The eyes were everywhere
+EMPTY YOUR BRAIN+ +CUM NOW!+
The next thing I know is me kneeling in front of master. My mind empty. My mouth open, ready to accept his long hard cock. I love being a slave!
Listen And Let Go…