Ryder couldn’t believe when his customer made him sit down and watch a video that contained rules for working within his house. After it was completed, Ryder happily stripped and got to work. When he was done, he mindlessly agreed for the man to pay him with a load in his ass.
Happy Bastille Day to French followers!
Enjoy living in a republic with such utterly hypnotisable guys as this lad - or being an utterly hypnotisable person yourself.
In his mind, Hunter couldn’t believe that he was finally getting a blowjob from his prudish girlfriend.
In reality, Hunter’s roommate got fed up listening to him bitch about how horny he is and decided to hypnotize him into thinking he is his girlfriend.
“Uh Uh not like that, fix your ass like I taught you, good boy.”
My friends didn’t believe me when I told them my Hypnosis file had worked on my hot Stepdad. Well, there’s no better way to show them than by turning him into a horny pup.
“Now be a good boy and go hump my friend’s leg!”
For this 4th July enjoy an all-American jock, wrestler and seeming pinnacle of masculinity being thoroughly entranced and completely controlled.
Before he gets hypnotised
What could be more a traditional jock than a wrestler?
His honed body looking good even in typical clothes.
But even better as he dominates on the mat.
He’s as cocky as you’d expect
Hones his body in the gym
And puts it to use elsewhere
After a spot of hypnosis though…
Himself thoroughly dominated, completely controlled and obeying all instructions given to him no matter how ridiculous or embarrassing they might seem.
American followers, enjoy living in a land where hypnosis can make any guy - no matter how strong or dominant seeming - into your obedient toy. Or enjoy being a fit, strong and handsome person who yearns to surrender your mind and body to a superior will.
Ryder learned a very important lesson today, never open a video from a unknown number. The moment he did so, a captivating spiral took over his screen. Without realizing it, his hand reached into his tight underwear and started to rub his cock. His mind was so distracted from the increasing pleasure coming from his cock that it was completely defenseless against the subliminal messages embedded in the ever spinning spiral.
"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.
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.
He sure thinks so. When he pulled on that tight t-shirt he actually groped his own pecs—had the AUDACITY to think, “Big as melons.”
Got some news for you, bud: MELONS ARE WAY BIGGER. But it’s cute that you’re so impressed with yourself.
That’s okay. I have the power to show him what “bigger” really is, starting with his warm, plump balls.
BWOMPH. He has to adjust his stance, make room for the hairy, throbbing globes in his pants flooding his body with so much testosterone he feels almost drunk.
Then come the secondary changes. The car creaks under two hundred new, solid pounds bending the frame. His beard blossoms. His oversized heart hammers in his triple-sized chest.
NOW they’re big as melons, big man. NOW people will finally see you as the brute you’ve always wanted to be.