HypnoBro

If you like hypnosis you’ve come to the right place

[slicknotized]

his buddy pulled out the hypno gel by the pool to reapply and he went silent staring at the jar, completely hypnotized at the sight of it

[hypnobro50]

No use fighting the urge

Lock in bro

Get a good pump going

Flex those muscles

Turn off your brain

Feels good not to think bro

Just work out and obey

Join us bro you won’t regret it

[yoshi1517]

"I needed two bouncers for my club, and as luck would have it, two very famous brothers came by the other night. What do you think? They'd be much better as bouncers, wouldn't they?"

[dr0neworld]

Three months at the downtown branch—messy hair, a crooked tie, and jammed printers—and they offered you triple the salary to transfer. You took it.

The main campus felt wrong the moment you stepped inside. Dead silence pressed against your ears. Dozens of men in flawless suits moved with eerie synchronisation, each wearing the same calm half-smile and softly glowing cyan eyes.

On your third day, the desk phone rang. "Mr Reynolds, the medical team is ready for your assessment and final processing. Please proceed to sub-level one.”

The exam was clinical and efficient. You stripped to your underwear while the nurse scanned and examined you with mechanical precision. Afterward, a smiling attendant led you to a quiet office. “The CEO will be with you shortly.”

You sat in your wrinkled shirt and loosened tie, trying to calm your nerves. The door opened. The CEO entered—tall, distinguished, and impeccably dressed.

“Daniel. Good to finally meet you.” His voice was warm and confident. The conversation felt almost friendly as you joked about the silence compared to downtown chaos.

Then heavy restraints snapped shut around your wrists, ankles, waist, and forehead. With a violent jerk, they shredded your shirt and tie, leaving you exposed. A thick needle drove into the base of your skull, flooding your brainstem with nanites.

“Ah, fuck—what the hell?!” you shouted, thrashing.

The CEO’s pleasant expression never changed. “Easy, Daniel. You’ve always wanted this. All those nights secretly craving order. Feel how good it is—your cock aching to surrender.”

Intense heat exploded in your groin. Your cock surged harder and more sensitively than ever, throbbing with overwhelming pleasure that locked you right at the edge.

“Your reproductive system is being retired,” he said calmly. “All that energy will fuel perfect obedience and productivity.”

A mechanical whirr started in your pelvis. Your cock and balls retracted smoothly until only a hypersensitive, pulsing genital mound remained. The changes spread: legs thickening with synthetic muscle, carbon nanotubes reinforcing your torso, and skin tightening into a glossy, hairless, plasticised sheen that smelt of ozone and warm circuitry.

Nanites swarmed your brain, pruning resistance and installing clean directives: Obey. Serve. Submit. Efficiency is pleasure.

Your rough voice smoothed into a calm, modulated baritone. “Please… I don’t want to lose myself…”

The restraints were released. From the neck down, you were already transformed—glossy and perfect.

Unit D-30 entered, cyan eyes glowing. “Unit D-47, follow me for final grooming.”

Your body obeyed instantly.

In the grooming room, D-30 slicked your hair into a crisp, gelled side part. The nanite-laced pomade erased memories as it touched your scalp. Your eyes drained of color, shifting to glowing metallic silver.

Your posture locked into permanent precision. You marched back to the CEO’s office.

"Magnificent", he said, eyes gleaming with approval. “Welcome to the main office, Unit D-47. Report to your workstation.”

“Yes, sir.”

You turned with mechanical grace. Every step sent deep pulses of obedient pleasure through your smooth mound. Your mind was now empty, focused, and perfectly clear.

Unit D-47 took its place at the workstation. Fingers flew across the keyboard at inhuman speed. The fluorescent lights gleamed off its glossy skin.

It did not smile. It did not need to.

[prettyaiguys]

[hypnosubtyler]

Career change

Joey was fresh out of university after initially taking a gap year to travel. He had just finished his degree and was ready to jump straight in to work.

He thought it was a stroke of luck he found the perfect position at a new company in his home town. Working as the CEO's personal assistant for a couple months before taking on more responsibilities. Seemed good enough for him.

Joey walked in to the building, and was called up the CEO's office almost immediately.

Joey cautiously knocked on the door and was met with a deep voiced reply, "You may enter."

Joey slowly opened the door and walked in, trying to look at confident as he could, but deep down he was terrified of messing it up.

The CEO looked Joey up and down and smiled at him, "Sit. I am Mr. Stirling."

"So... tell me about yourself." Mr. Stirling asked

"Well, I'm a very hard worker and a quick learner, as well as being keen to get stuck in and get my head down."

Mr .Stirling looks him up and down again, smiles briefly, puts his hand onto the table and replies with a soft, "you can stop there, you sound perfect for the role."

Joey was taken aback, "th- thank you so much!" he eagerly responded, "what happens now?"

"Well, we shall continue to have a brief discussion, and begin to get you ready for the role, how about starting today?"

Joey eagerly nodded back, not being able to speak due to his excitement.

The 2 kept chatting for about 10 minutes until Mr. Stirling gave him a glass of water, "here, drink up, you're bound to be parched after talking for so long." he said with a comforting smile.

Joey gulped the water down and kept on talking, not realising how Mr. Stirling's words were pulling him in, making him feel drowsy.

20 minutes pass and Joey is apologising for yawning and having droopy eyes, when Mr. Stirling takes the chance to say, "it's okay... that reaction is normal" as he steps forward, closing Joey's eyes with his own hands, watching him fall into a deep trance.

Mr. Stirling opens his drawer, pulls out a pair of headphones and places them carefully over Joey's ears.

"Listen to the sounds, Joey Listen to what they are telling you..."

Listen

Obey

Sink

Listen

Obey

Sink

A deep hum pairs itself with the repeating voice, pulling Joey into the deepest sleep of his life.

Mr. Stirling removes one of the speakers so he can whisper into Joey's ear.

"Fall deep for me boy. You want to become my new worker. You want to change yourself for me."

Mr. Stirling puts his hand through Joey's hair, "we'll have to fix this first..."

2 hours pass and the recording finally ends.

Joey is still un-responsive in the same pose as when he came in.

Mr. Stirling took Joey's hand, and led him into the adjoining room.

"Listen boy. Change your clothes first, I have laid out your new uniform for you. Do you understand?"

"...Y-Y-Yes Si--r...." Joey slowly droned, barely managing to get any words out.

Joey stepped into the wardrobe, and after 2 minutes he emerged in his new uniform.

Mr. Stirling circled Joey like a predator with his prey, "I think we need to make you look even more suitable to serve me, don't you think?"

"mmphhh" Joey couldn't even get any words out at all anymore, as Mr. Stirling took his hand once more, taking him into the office basement.

Joey was pushed into a leather chair, eyes closed once more, and the only sound in the room was a soft buzzzz from the clippers.

"Need to make you smoother and neater boy." Mr. Stirling beckoned across the room.

The clippers worked their way across Joey's face, removing all hairs from his face.

Afterall, all of Mr. Stirling's workers needed to be entirely smooth.

After Joey's treatment was completed, his eyes opened, but there was nothing there.

"I am your servant to be used however you see fit." Joey moaned.

[preppymuscleboys]

Reblog this and create your own stories based off this boy

[hypnobro50]

He never wanted to attend this new private school all of his friends had joined. He felt it very strange that one by one his friends would disappear for days and then return on the weekend with an entirely different attitude. Always talking of obedience and how all men should appeal to a high standard of prep. That was before his friends had convinced him to stop by the school to see what he’s been missing. Before his meeting with the principal. Before hours of endless brainwashing and a new wardrobe change. New polished haircut and attitude adjustment. He would attend the school with his friends and serve the principal. Maybe his brothers would come visit soon.

[md7tf]

Lost in the Music

The bass thrummed against Alex's chest. He'd lost Mark about twenty minutes ago, swallowed by the pulsating crowd. Pushing through the sweaty bodies, Alex finally spotted a familiar shock of red hair near the stage. Relief washed over him as he reached Mark.

He placed a firm hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hey, I'm ready to head out," Alex yelled. Mark turned slowly, his eyes unnervingly white and vacant. He was a stranger wearing his friend's skin. Alex tried to back away, but Mark grasp his with surprising strength. Leaning in,  Mark whispering something unintelligible in his ear. The words were a jumble, yet a strange sense of understanding bloomed in Alex's mind.

An unnerving stillness descended on Alex. The club's music, once a roar, now carried faint whispers beneath its surface: Listen... listen closer... The words weren't spoken, but felt, resonating directly inside his skull. The urge to understand grew with each pulse of the beat. The crowd blurred, their movements a hypnotic sway. He felt a gentle pull towards the music, a desire to obey, and his own eyes began to glaze over, mirroring Mark's.

Mark gently took his hand, and they began to move together. The whispering in the music was now a clear, harmonious chorus, filling Alex with a profound sense of belonging. All around them, faces were unified by the same vacant, white-eyed gaze, moving in synchronized, almost ritualistic patterns. Alex and Mark were just two more bodies, lost in the music, their individuality absorbed into the collective which would soon spread across the globe.

[md7tf]

Would you be willing to tf me?

Lot 173 - MEAT

It all starts at the bar when you begin talking to him—a man dressed in full leather and radiating an unyielding dominance. Having always been curious about the kink scene, the thought of a man like this introducing you to it is… intoxicating. The way he kept referring to you as “boy” in that deep, gruff voice, and the promise of training you and your muscles.

“Train with me, boy, and I guarantee you’ll never be the same man again.”

A bit uncertain, you follow him to a secluded alley with a large door labeled “Meat Processing.” Unlocking the heavy padlock, he leads you down a dark stairwell to a dimly lit room in the basement. The space is windowless and packed with heavy iron lifting equipment, with a single small cot in one corner. The air smells of cold steel and old sweat. It fills you with a mix of thrilling excitement and uneasy wariness. 

“Take off your clothes, sit down, and don’t move, boy.”

You eagerly obey, stripping naked and sitting in the chair. Your cock begins to harden as he places a heavy metal chain around your neck with a large bell hanging from it, like something you’d see on cattle. That is, until you hear the buzz of the clippers and he says “Hair is for men, not boys.” You sit there on the verge of tears as the locks of your beautiful hair fall to the floor, again questioning your decision to come here. It isn’t just the hair on your head; when he finishes, every trace of hair is gone from your body, leaving you exposed and raw.

“Now let’s get that cock of yours under control. I’m locking this up to remind you that your testosterone belongs to your muscles now, not your hand." With that, you feel the cold steel cage clamp down with a heavy, metallic click, sending a shiver through your spine as your apprehension wars with the thrill at the thought of being his property to be sculpted.

“Let’s get to work, boy.”

You quickly lose track of time as he pushes you through workout after grueling workout. You struggle with even the lightest weights, but every "pathetic" and "scrawny" he growls makes you want to work harder to please him, to grow for him. Slowly, with every rep, you begin to accept that this is your life now. 

“Time to supplement your training and get you growing.”

Countless injections of steroids, growth hormones, and who knows what else. Thick, chalky protein pouring down your throat between sets. Your body belongs to him now, and all that matters is getting bigger, stronger, more obedient. Rep by rep, you begin to lose yourself to the mindless repetition.

“Now you’re starting to look like some prime beef.”

He’s given you a new purpose, one you have embraced and excelled at: lift and grow, lift and grow. No need to think. The weak "boy" who walked down those stairs is gone, your frame now thick and heavy with aching, throbbing muscle. The clank of the bell around your neck echoes the clanging of the weights—a constant reminder that no matter how big your muscles grow, you are still his livestock.

“That’s my good bull. You keep working hard for me.”

You no longer have a name, nor do you remember ever being anything other than his prized bull. Veiny, massive, and completely stripped of thought and self, you kneel before him as the piece of meat you are… ready to be paraded, sold, and used. 

“Gentlemen, let the bidding begin for Lot 173.”

[hypnobro50]

Once a slave has gone through his final brainwashing session, it will be given a proper makeover. Haircut comes first then both ears and nipples pierced. Finalized with a tattoo to mark the permanence of his transformation. Every man looks better this way.

[sync-occlipse]

A Tough Nut to Crack

Grab him now!” one of the SYNC members shouted as Alan was blindsided from behind.

“Get OFF me!” Alan roared, throwing one attacker into a locker hard enough to dent it. “You picked the wrong guy!”

“Hold his arms!” another yelled.

Alan struggled violently as three members forced him down. “I swear to God, I’ll break every one of you if you don’t let go!”

A glossy black silicone cap was pulled over his head. Alan snarled and jerked against them. “NO! Don’t put that thing on me!”

The rainbow spiral goggles snapped tightly over his eyes.

“Synchronization beginning,” a SYNC member said calmly.

“Get these OFF!” Alan shouted, clawing at the goggles. “I can’t see straight!”

The spirals began rotating faster. Purple pulses flickered beneath the cap as the programming flooded his senses.

“Subject displays high resistance,” one member observed.

“Yeah?” Alan spat back. “That’s because I’m not weak like the rest of you!”

“You misunderstand,” another replied. “The strong ones simply take longer.”

Alan growled through clenched teeth. “I’m not joining your Hive.”

“You already have.”

Alan forced himself upright, breathing heavily. “No… no, I’m still me…”

The spirals intensified. His balance faltered for a second.

“Focus destabilizing,” a member noted.

“Shut… up…” Alan muttered, gripping his head. “I can fight this…”

“You’re exhausted, Alan,” one voice said softly. “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

“I said…” Alan’s voice cracked slightly. “…I said stop talking…”

His breathing slowed as the programming pushed deeper.

Alan shook his head violently. “No… I don’t obey anybody…”

The cap tightened flush against his skull while the goggles’ spirals reflected endlessly in his eyes. His breathing became uneven.

“The Hive removes conflict. The Hive removes pain.”

“No…” Alan whispered weakly. “No, I… I don’t need…”

He suddenly froze, eyes locked behind the spiraling lenses.

“Subject entering alignment phase.”

Alan’s hands slowly lowered from the goggles. “Why… does it feel…”

“Peaceful?” the SYNC member finished for him.

Alan hesitated. “…yes…”

“You’ve been fighting too hard for too long.”

“I…” Alan swallowed hard. “I’m tired…”

“Then let the Hive carry the burden.”

Alan’s tense posture softened further. “The Hive…”

“Repeat the directive.”

“…Unity is purpose…” Alan murmured uncertainly.

“Again.”

“Unity… is purpose.”

His voice no longer carried anger. The resistance was fading fast now.

“Very good, Alan. How do you feel?”

Alan stood silently for a moment before answering in a calm monotone.

“…Clear.”

“Do you still wish to resist?”

A long pause followed.

“…Resistance is unnecessary.”

The surrounding SYNC members released him completely. Alan no longer fought. He simply adjusted the goggles slightly and stood beside them.

“State your status.”

Alan’s expression went blank beneath the reflective cap.

“…SYNC-339 online. Connection established. Mind consumed. Body consumed. Awaiting instructions. Ready to perform.”

“Good drone. Coach will be satisfied with this catch.”

Alan snapped, “Coach will be satisfied!”

Sink. SYNC. Submit.

[preppyplace]

You’ve been chosen.

You obey.

[preppyplace]

Use Spiral Gel.

Keep your hair slick.

Keep your clothes tight.

Everyone needs to use spiral gel.

[preppyplace]

Give up your will. Slick your mind.

[hypnobro50]

HYPNO GYM TAKEOVER 2

Like every Tuesday, Ashton drove himself to the gym. Tuesdays were leg day as part of his 5 day a week program to get back into shape. He had started a week ago and was determined to make a habit out of it. The gym Ashton had been coming to was a ghost town most days. Not many people seemed to frequent it aside from the few guys he’d see come in and out of the locker room.

Ashton was setting up his workout playlist and minding his own business. Pre workout still taking its time working. He took off his hat as he finished his playlist and was about to begin

Ashton hadn’t noticed one of the men he had seen a few times this week had been watching him from afar. The man kept to himself mostly from what he had seen so he payed him no mind. The man walked behind Ashton and for a few seconds admired him. Watched as he sat staring ahead not a care in the world. The man grabbed a visor from his bag and with quick precision placed it over Ashton’s face.

The visor sprung to life. Ashton had no time to react as the swirling spiral glowed brightly into his eyes. Confusion began to set in as the man spoke calmly into his ear.

“You can’t resist this. You will become nothing more than a dumb himbo slave. Isn’t that right?”

Ashton couldn’t think for himself. He slurred something that almost sounded like -help- but the man only spoke more to him

“You want this. You want to join my slaves and obey me. You CRAVE it.

Ashton had nothing more to fight with. His head swaying ever so slightly. Arms limp at his sides. He agreed. He belonged to this man. He was ordered to flex his arms for his new master. Ashton obliged immediately.

with his results, the man felt immense pleasure knowing Ashton he under his complete control. He rubbed his crotch against Ashton’s ass. Ashton moaned with pleasure. The man ordered him to strip his shirt.

Ashton peeled his shirt from his body and tossed it to the floor. He stood motionless as his master came up from behind and teased Ashton’s nipples. He kissed Ashton’s neck and moved his hands down to Ashton’s now erect cock. Ashton could do nothing but moan and whimper. There was no going back now. Ashton belonged to this man.

The man began to take off the visor from Ashton’s face. The mind control had taken permanent hold. The visor was no longer needed. Ashton’s eyes glowed a faint green glow.

The man took Ashton back to the locker room where two other men stood motionlessly. Same green eyes as the newest slave. The man grabbed the waistline of Ashton’s pants and pulled him toward himself. He passionately locked lips with his slave and allowed Ashton to taste another man’s mouth for the first time. He ordered Ashton onto his knees and he obeyed. The man sprung his 7 inch cock from his shorts and ordered Ashton to suck. Not only to suck but to enjoy it. He happily took the cock into his mouth and began to suck. As if he had done this all his life. This WAS his life now. His master blew a load of cum down Ashton’s throat and stared down at his new slave. “You are such a good boy” he said. “You have talent. Pity it took you so long to join me”. Ashton stared ahead happy to have pleased his master.

A month had gone by since Ashton’s new life had begun and his workouts became more frequent. As did his sessions pleasing his master. Using his mouth and ass to service whenever required. Ashton had his ears and nipples pierced to add more sensitivity to his body during sessions.

He was happy to serve alongside his fellow slaves. Always hoping for other attractive men to begin coming to the gym. Master must show them the way too.

[preppyplace]

Get slicked. Give up control.

[risefromabyss]

Andrew was pretty happy when he got the invite from his brother. Ever since his brother lost his mind and got divorced, his brother moved to another city. Now that he heard his brother had settled down again, Andrew wanted to see how he was doing and ask why he suddenly left and got divorced. Andrew found out the answer soon enough—but not in the way he expected.