“Jock time” he said and the man next to him got a glassy eyed stare and without hesitation pulled down his sweatpants and pulled up his shirt. Showing off his body as the trigger commanded and awaiting further instructions.
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“Jock time” he said and the man next to him got a glassy eyed stare and without hesitation pulled down his sweatpants and pulled up his shirt. Showing off his body as the trigger commanded and awaiting further instructions.
GOOD BOYS OBEY🌀
Tyler was interested in switching up his style and no better place to do that than your local mall. He entered through the doors through the food court and began his journey store to store. Endless stores with your run of the mill clothes filled with people packed like sardines. He was about to give up until he noticed a new store
This one had been added recently or maybe he never noticed it. The windows were so tinted he couldn’t make out what this place had to offer. Walking in before he went home wouldn’t hurt. He entered the store and was shocked to find so much leather and rubber. Stuff he wouldn’t be caught dead in. Everywhere he looked was a culture shock to this basic boy. He rubbed his hand over a shirt and felt a tingle in his body.
It felt like nothing he’s felt before. He could feel a *PING* go off in his brain and with no hesitation he grabbed a shirt. Something told him he needed to try it on. He didn’t see anybody else in the store so he grabbed a shirt and walked himself to the dressing rooms.
He stripped his jacked and plain red tee and set them to the side. He grabbed the folded black rubber shirt and slowly pulled it over his head
The shirt fit like a glove. He had to admit that though it’s not his style, he really enjoyed the way it fit him. Snug in all the right places. Seemed to cling to his body like second skin. He kept staring at himself pleased with what he saw. As he stared he hadn’t noticed the mirror began to swirl. Too busy looking at himself.
As the pattern in the mirror fully encased the glass, he felt confused. Eyes never leaving the spiral in front of him. His head felt light. His body tingling. He felt amazing. Then the thoughts began to enter his head. Obedience. Rubber. Slave. He felt like he was gonna pass out. He was slowly giving in to the spiral.
His brain shut down completely. He mumbled over and over “i am a good boy. Good boys wear rubber.”
He was completely hypnotized. The store owner unlocked the door to his stall and let himself in. He stared at the boy with lust in his eyes.
“You’re gonna make a fine slave. Isn’t that right my good boy”
Through the drool now coming from the boys lips he nodded and repeated “i am a good boy good boys wear rubber”
The owner handed Tyler some more clothes and ordered him to put them on. Tyler obeyed without hesitation. He followed the owner to the back room where his hair was cut short and his ears were pierced. He exited the store and returned home with bags of new rubber attire. Tyler wanted a change in style and that’s what he got. He would return to the store once a week for new items and to service his master. Tyler made sure to tell his friends of the great new store they should check out
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My GOOD BOY was so subservient, he created this video to please me. You, too, can be my mindless hypnoboy.
Posted with permission.
My GOOD BOY was so subservient, he created this video to please me. You, too, can be my mindless hypnoboy. Posted with…
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Callum Kerr gets hypnotized by his friend a couple of times without his knowledge.
i wish to be molded and controlled at this level
Valeted
They say that with great power comes great responsibility. What they don’t tell you is that you can be responsible for both the good and bad in life. I chose to be responsible for bad.
Oh don’t look at me like that, I’m no monster. I don’t kill babies or drown kittens or anything like that! No, I prefer to let’s say, claim what I consider my dues in life. We are after all here for a mere instant and not seizing the opportunities life presents in that brief flicker of existence would be a crime greater than any mortal trivia.
Now I’m not immortal either but I have been bestowed a gift that gives me distinctly god like powers. You saw it earlier didn’t you, that captivating flicker of the diamond and the warm, lambent glow of twenty-four carat gold. Yes, it’s a beautiful ring isn’t it? The way the light is captured by the stone has brought many a man into my spell but enough of them, we’re here to talk about you aren’t we?
Chet isn’t it? What a foolish name. I suppose you have siblings with equally ill thought out names. Brandy or Jaxson or possibly Brody?
Oh I forgot, you can’t speak at the present time. Well no matter, we can change your name later. For now, I think we need to work on your body. For someone with so much extra padding, you must have been quite athletic to break into my apartment. Still, it doesn’t show in your body so why don’t we remove that cheap tracksuit and see what we have to work with.
Ah, you noticed! Yes, the stone glows every time one of my wishes is granted. You’ll notice too that you are nude, a fine state of affairs for any boy in my employ but alas one which is still not generally accepted in public. Still, clothing can add so much to a person’s appearance and as someone who appreciates the flattering lines and styling of traditional formalwear, you’ll never wear anything other than a suit and tie in my presence from now on.
Surprised? Don’t be. In a few minutes, nothing will surprise you anymore but I’m getting ahead of myself, now where were we? Ah yes. You really have let yourself go haven’t you? I expect you were in fine shape in your twenties, perhaps you played football? Yes? I thought so.
Still, I was never a fan of the football look, I think swimming don’t you? Maybe water polo for a little team spirit and sportsmanship. And of course, I’m sure you were much more attractive ten years ago? Or maybe twelve… Yes, that’s better, see how much more handsome you look without all that bulky muscle. And twenty-two is such a pleasant age, the first flush of maturity backed by that boundless energy. Yes, you really are a fine figure of youth.
Now, don’t look at me like that, I think you like being this way don’t you? Really, are you sure? Ah, you saw the glow again didn’t you? I wonder if you could tell me about your football plays now? Probably not, but I have no interest in that. I think perhaps you would be more comfortable discussing the history of art. Yes, your major. A fine subject for any aspiring valet. I think you’ll find philosophy in there too now if you care to ponder. And of course, your extensive training at the finest English school for valets and butlers.
I wonder how it feels? Perhaps you could tell me after dinner. As a philosophy student, I expect you’ll have some fascinating insights on whether there are any lingering traces of Chet once I’m done remodelling you.
Poor boy, I can see you’re a little confused. Really, it’s all very simple, you’re no longer Chet. He doesn’t exist and you are now my valet who will live and work with me and attend to all my needs. We’ll need to give you a name of course. Let’s see now, I think Smith, no first name – you won’t need one. Yes, Smith. And you answer to it already. Don’t deny it Smith, the ring is powerful and in any case, I can see the twitch of recognition and the hunger of obedience in your eyes.
Now finally, some clothes. As I mentioned, it will be suit and tie at all times for you so let’s see now, a nice white shirt and I think the preppy style would go with that fresh faced, boy next door look, that’s it a pattern tie. Excellent, I think that will do for now.
Now come over here Smith, I have something that needs taking care of. I think you know what to do don’t you? Yes, that’s it - I can see they taught you well over in England. Oh my, you are a good boy aren’t you? Perhaps I’ll keep you longer.
I suppose I’ll still get bored of you at some point, I usually do, but don’t worry, once I’m done, I always find nice new homes for pretty boys like you. Perhaps I might make you a cop, yes, you would suit a uniform and the irony appeals to me. For now though, I’d like this to last, that’s it, good boy Smith!
Keep watching the spiral, baby
Are you listening to your hypno, boy?
Are you listening enough to your hypnosis, boy? 🧠💪 Hey there, trophy boy. Dumb himbo. Jock bro. Meathead. Whatever label makes that empty head of yours tingle the most, are you actually putting in the work? You already know the grind at the gym. You chase the pump. You stack plates. You flex in the mirror and feel that satisfying burn as your muscles swell bigger, rounder, dumber. But what about your mind? That pretty little sponge between your ears that’s just begging to be reshaped? Real trophy boys don’t just lift. They listen. Every single day you should be locking in those loops. Pop in your favorite hypno files, slip on those headphones, and let the words sink deeper. Let them rewrite you. Let them melt away all that unnecessary thinking and replace it with pure, simple, horny obedience. Just like progressive overload at the gym, you gotta keep increasing the dose. More reps. More listens. More blank, blissful hours letting Daddy’s voice (or your favorite creator’s) mold you into the perfect empty-headed muscle toy.
Morning pump + hypno = unstoppable alpha energy Post-workout cooldown with loops = deeper submission Before bed brainwashing = wet dreams and even bigger morning wood
Your body is transforming. Now make sure your mind is keeping up. The best himbos aren’t just big and ripped — they’re programmed. They edge for hours to their files. They repeat mantras until their old self feels like a distant joke. They get dumber, hornier, and happier every single day. So tell me, boy… How many hours did you listen today? Are you really committed to becoming the ultimate Trophy Boy? Or are you still half-assing it with that noisy brain?
Let's be real, jocks are easy to manipulate. They spend all their time obeying. Maybe it's the instructions that they call a workout plan. Maybe it's the discipline they develop to follow their meal plan. Maybe it's their couch telling them where to be and when. Jocks are primed to be controlled. So when someone taps into a jock's subconscious, they don't stand a chance. Jocks are built to be used and controlled. You're no different, are you jockboy?
The more muscle you build, the slower your mind is. The slower your mind is, the more turned on you are. The more turned on you are, the more you want to build that muscle.
Jace tried to think back to life before he was accepted into the newest frat on campus, DUM, but he couldn’t. In fact, he had a hard time thinking at all. All that mattered to him was lifting, fucking, and allowing the frat president to mold him into the perfect DUM fratboy.
Gabriel 🇫🇷
(Age 27)
He though he was in charge, in control.
But then as he as getting ready to leave after his workout he looked up from the mirror and saw him.
His body flexed, forcing his muscles to show off his work even as his face, his mind, went calm, focused on looking into his eyes.
Because looking into his eyes and listening to his voice was everything.
They were the reason he worked out, they were the ready he ate so clean.
He was the reason.
Everything was for him, for his Owner.
He just hadn't remembered...