hypnoJocks

The blog connects my two favorite topics: hypnosis and jocks. I hope you guys will enjoy it as much as I do :) This page contains gay stuff. If you have problem with it, or you are under 18, please, leave the blog. 28 year old sub guy here who is writing out his fantasies in order to meet with likeminded people, maybe some hot sportsgears dom would be nice :)

[hypnojocks]

See? One of them is my previous opponent and the other is the ref of the match. Neither of them could resist me. Once the heat of the match was on, and I started to sweat, an intoxicating, hypnotic musk invaded their mind. My opponent gave in first and started to worship the source immediately. When the ref saw what's happening he tried to end the match and separate the two of us. Little did he know that by that time my former opponent already joined my team and was under my total control, obeying everything I told him. I only had to command him and he grabbed the judge and pushed him to my shorts to make him mine. He might have gotten too much as ever since then he can't stop sniffing and worshipping me.

Why am I telling you this story? You dared challenged me. You are already feeling the shift in you. Soon this knowledge about my ways won't matter much. The only thing you will need to know is how to obey without question and that you'll learn in 3... 2...

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Boy, you should have never let your guards down. During fight you should keep your focus and not getting distracted. But you couldn't resist the glisten of my muscles and the shine of my shorts. And then came the hook and now you're on the ground dizzy. You have no idea whats happening to you, but you already know that you lost this match. And actually it's not the dizziness you feel from the punch. It's something different, something more powerful. You're staring up to me, that's your job. Looking into my eyes and getting lost in the daze while you inhale the masculine scent of my shorts. The very shorts that distracted you in the first place. The very shorts you're going to be addicted to worship. Just relax and submit.

[shortsandtrackies]

[hypnojocks]

The two of you met online. He wanted to fight you. Despite him being smaller and leaner you agreed. You started to talk about the details and the appointment and then the blackouts started to happen. Sometimes midnight just came in a second and you can't recall what you just talked about, all you know you spent the time chatting with him. Although they kept getting more frequent you didn't care too much about it. You had a good company abd time flies. It's simple and easy.

The day of your match came and when you stood face to face to him, your knees started to shake. Like they would refuse to keep you standing. And the longer you started into his eyes the stronger this feeling became. You got dressed to wrestle and started to roll on the mats. It's like you wouldn't have full access to your strength, but your size still gives you an advantage. You both build up a strong sweat, your muscles slipping on each other. You feel getting slower. And with one accidental slip you find yourself facing his shorts.

"Sniff" he said to you and you don't know what hit you but you instantly took a deep breath from his crotch. The smell of his manly balls quickly overwhelmed you, putting you into a familiar relaxed and obedient state. From that moment you fell under his complete spell.

He locks your head into his dragon sleeper, your nose facing his moist and musky pits. There's no way to escape, but in fact you don't even want to. The desire to serve and please grows further. When he sets you free your eyes are glossy and your mind is empty. He pulls your lips apart so that he can land a fat spit in your mouth.

"Swallow." he says and you obey without hesitation. He than stands up and pulls your head into his crotch, moving it left and right on the silky surface. You know that you belong to him, you were destined to follow his commands.

If he wants you to sniff, you will sniff. Whatever he asks, it doesn't matter as long as you know you pleased him with obeying. If he wants you to lick you lick. Doesn't matter what as long as you can follow his lead and do his bidding. And if he wants you to suck... Well... You know what to do, don't you?

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When the lust takes you over it doesn't matter what happens. You only want to feel joy. Your mind opens up and follows what it's told to you. It doesn't matter if it was your thought or mine. You're so focused on the horniness that every suggestion skips your conscious filter and goes to the back of your brain. And that's how my control over you grows by every time we speak. When I make you feel good. When you accept my suggestions. You know that I took a hold on you, but you can't help, but get back to me for more, granting me more power over you. Until you utterly and inevitably become mine. You're a good boy.

[hypnojocks]

Another one has fallen. Another one is ready to be enslaved. He's on the ground which is the perfect opportunity to give him a schoolboy pin and let him breathe in my crotch through my shiny shorts. He will be dizzy, which gives me the perfect time to slide on his face and cover it fully. At first he might try to escape. But the more time he spends inhaling my musk the less he wants me to stop. He will be my trophy to take home.

[hypnojocks]

Look at yourself. You dared to challenge me. You taunted me and started to look down on me. But when you looked into my eyes everything changed. The world started to spin around you. You felt the warmth of my body, my shorts pressing against your thighs and my every breath on you made you more and more aroused. And your strength is being eaten up by your lust. You feel yourself becoming smaller and smaller. You notice yourself on your knees, looking up at me. I walk to you and let my bulge touch your lips. The arousal eats up the last but of your power and you submit. You start to make out with my bulge. I think we can consider this a mental KO. Right, judges?

[hypnojocks]

Sure lad, you wore me off. Just look at me. I'm full of sweat, and I can barely stand. My balls are like soaking in my shorts. I fucking stink dude. Haha, you say you don't care? And what if I waft the air towards you. How does that feel? Yeah, so strong, right? It's so ripe that it surrounds you. It's everywhere. What's up dude? It's like you're paying a lot more attention to my words than before. My shorts? Nah, you said you don't care. You love them now? They're mesmerising? You want to sniff them? What a relevation, dude. It's like your true self just broke out. There's no need to play the tough guy, especially if someone's so powerful that you can literally see his power radiating. Because you can see it, can't you? It pulls you in. To your knees. Between my thighs. To worship me. Because that's what you really need.

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The two of you went to workout together. You knew he's tough, and expected a hard workout, and if you think about that you got it. It all started when things started to get intense and he started sweating. His scent hit your nose. You inhaled it. Little did you know that it started to change you. Normally it would have been an odor you wouldn't notice, but this... This was something different. It's stinky and arousing at the same time. Gotta focus. It's your turn on the bench and he spots you. You're lying under his balls where the smell is concentrated. You feel weak and not only because of the boner you try to hide. He removes his shirt. You get a view of his sculpt torso glistening in sweat. It's his turn. You spot him. You can see his chest contracting. How did you not notice before how superior he is? You both take a rest. Sitting in front of each other. He lift his arms. It's like he's inviting you. You accept the invitation and go there for a sniff. And lick. You have no idea what hit you, others might see you, but you just don't care. He smirks. At this moment he grabs something from his bag. A pair of shiny shorts. He removes his sweatpants and changes them to the shorts. In front of... Everyone else? You can see stains on the shorts. Possibly he's wearing them for a while. You just can't take your eyes off. It's so captiring so mesmerising. And as he goes for another round the air from his crotch flows towards your face. You completely lose it. You crawl there and place your head in between his thighs and start to kiss his balls. He looks at you and smirks again. He sits up and drives your head on his crotch. He grabs something else from his bag. A leather collar that he places on your neck. It haa been steeping in the smell off the shorts, now you can feel him all around. His smell dampens alk your thoughts expect serving him. He is your god now.

He makes you to take a break from the worship while you finish your last set. When you look around the gym you notice that everyone else is wearing the same collar as you do while lifting. You lean back to bench press, you take a deep sniff of his shorts and you lift like never before. Focused on the most important things: growing strong for your superior to be a nice piece in his collection and worship him. You put back the bar and turn your attention back to your God and start kissing his balls. He invites the rest of his slaves. Some kisses his abs above you, some licks his sweaty pits, some sniffs his ass and drips his weat on you while you're sniffing and kissing your Masters balls. Some sit on your chest so that he can suck on your Masters nipples. You form a ball of worship in the middle of the gym, with your God in the epicenter. You all belong to him, you all exist to serve him. And this how it should be, doesn't it?

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I had a hunch that when I found these shorts the luck stepped to my side. When I raised them from the ground I was confused. I wasn't sure if someone just left it here, or it dropped out of someone's bag. I gave it a whiff. My whole body was trembling. I have no idea what scent I felt, but it was damn good. My cock went hard in an instant and I couldn't stop sniffing it. I almost lost it when I heard something from behind the doors. I have to hide these shorts. And my boner. Quickly I pulled down my pants, put on the shorts then my pants back and started to go to the direction of the noise. The shorts were hugging my legs stroking my cock, further arousing me. I need to focus. I need to keep my cool. At least until I learn what was that noise.

I opened the door and looked around. There I saw a tall guy standing next to the wall. His look is best described by the word: scally. Not too slim, but not muscled, buzz cut hair, chains in the neck, trackies on his body.

"How could you do that?" he asked me and honestly I had no idea what he was meaning... Maybe he saw me?

"Answer me! How could you resist it?" I got even more confused than before. "Where the fuck are the shorts?"

And I started to understand it... I pulled my pants down.

"Are you looking for this?"

My guy stood there frozen. His eyes were basically glued to me. To the shorts especially. I looked down and I realised that I oozed a significant amount of precum into it. I felt embarrassed. But at the same time, it felt so good. I could also feel the scent of the shorts mixing with my pre. Fucking arousing. I gave my balls a grab and adjusted the bulge. His eyes followed. Adjusted again. His eyes followed. Moved my bulge up and down. His eyes followed. I stepped closer, he stepped closer. When he got so close that he couldn't see the bulge he knelt. He fuckin knelt... I walked closer to him so he could see my bulge from really upclose. I heard him breathing deep. Similar to how I breathed when I found them. I knew exactly what was happening to him. Only it's now the scent of my pre that he feels.

"Bark for me" I said and he barked. "Beg" I said and he begged like a pup. He was mine. "Worship" I said and he started to kiss and suck my bulge. That was the first time I felt what it means to be powerful. Ever since then if I want someone, I get them. I musked up the shorts so much that whoever gets close to me, even if they can't see the shine will feel the musk. And they will be mine. Luck was on my side and now power too.

[hypnojocks]

Haha, look at yourself. I couldn't unsee those lustful peeks you took while I was benching. Wherever I went you followed me, your eyes were glued to me. You even forgot to start your sets, you just sat and drooled. Like you do now in the locker room. Although I thought this comfrontation will be more eventful. At least you could try to deny that you get a crush on me. The shorts? I bought them second hand for peanuts. I thought they will be good to sweat in them. What? A blog that brainwashes people into submitting to these shorts? Lol. Wait, I'm taking a video. Tell that part again how much of a god I am and that you will obey me. And don't leave out the part where you begged me to sniff my crotch you dirty perv. That's going to generate me a fortune on OF. And actually I don't mind having a slave to do my bidding.

Is that you want so badly? Tell them how much you want and crave it. Don't be shy, share your thoughts.

And you dear reader, don't hold back either. You know how to leave a comment.

[hypnojocks]

No, you can't resist the intoxicating smell of my pits. You couldn't resist it in the gym, you can't resist it now. You need to take another whiff to feel whole again. And you know the rules. You have to obey me and I allow you to sniff. Don't think, just obey and you will get what you need so badly. Don't be bothered by the fact that your head is buried into another male's armpits. All that matters is that you need my scent. Don't think now, just obey and start jerking my cock. That's a good boy. And the right attitude has to be rewarded. I will keep you there as long as you please me. You can get high on my smell and drunk on my sweat. As long as you keep obeying and keep stroking my cock. Let the scent of my pits in. Let it invade your brain. Let it rewrite you totally into my obedient slave. The more you whiff the less you think. The less you think the more you need my control. And the more you obey my commands the more you can whiff. And the corcle closes. You are mine. Forever

[hypnojocks]

Once you experienced the power of shiny shorts your fate is sealed. You are in love with them. They control all your actions, they control your life. You do anything just to feel the soft and silky fabric on your lips again. To feel the intoxicating scent of your Masters crotch throgh them. To worship him once more, and let go all of your thoughts. Yes. Shiny shorts are superior and their owner must be obeyed, worshipped and respected. Shiny shorts rule!

[hypnojocks]

There is an amount of muscle that just simply dominates other males. In the instant they realise the superiority of the body their mind digs up the primal instinct. The alpha of the pack has to be served. He gets what he wants and other males in the pack follow his lead. It's the exact same thing that's happening now. Your urge to submit is just growing with every flex of his muscles until you inevitably accept him as your alpha and from that moment you are under his control. Your body will be bound to follow his commands, your thoughts will be fixed on pleasing and worshipping him. You're a part of his pack now, a beta.

[hypnojocks]

Coach is under my control for years now. He's in a bliss ever since he gave in to my control and does my bidding. Just look at his bank smile as he stands there. He thought he was in charge, but I made him recognise who he really is. And why do I tell it to you? Do you think it is a coincidence that you called me a fag and and hour later coach wanted to talk to you? Don't try to escape. I told him to lock the door. Now coach... Bring him to me and make him kneel. That's a good coach. Now force his head into my crotch. We're going to speed up the process you've been going through. You can try to resist, but coach is just too strong for you, and besides you can already feel the scent of my shorts and I can see it on you that the shine already captured you. Soon brute force won't be necessary to keep you here. Push him a bit closer, slave. That's it. How do you like a fags bulge stroking your lips? How do you like to inhale the scent of his sweaty balls. You might cry, you might try to pull your head off, but look at yourself. You already started to kiss my balls. Don't resist any longer. Give in to the coach's strength and my hypnotic power. You will be as happy as coach. Your blinks are getting longer. You can feel the fog of my musk sitting on your brain. Your kisses start to be more passionate. Caring. Obedient. That's it fag. Keep on worshipping my shorts. Coach, I think your job there is done. Come, give me a kiss and I might allow the fag to worship you as well.

If you're curious how I captured coach you can read it here:

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[hypnojocks]

You came to me crawling just for one more dose. You just can't get enough, can you? The thing with addicts is that they do everything to get the object of their desire. And sadly (for you) you can get what you need only from me. You sleep and wake with the need to feel the warm foamy and sticky liquid on your tongue. There's no other man whose slimy spit would taste so special. You got the first one when you lost the bet and had to kiss with your gay best friend. Then you came back for more, that's when the dynamics changed between us. I started to boss you around and you were happy to comply. And when you came the first time I spat into your mouth I realised my special effects on you. Since then I don't have to do chores, pay for food, clothes or gym membership, and I always have a hole to fill up. And you obey me with all of your heart because you know it's only me who can give you what you need. And you do anything for that, don't you? That's a good boy. Lay on the ground and start to beg me. I don't feel too generous today.

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I loved my job as a plumber. I wouldn't lie if I said that porn industry sent me in this way - getting invited by a milf for a double pipe fixing always excited me. Sadly, I'm still waiting for the experience. Today won't be any different. It's going to be a dude.

I knock on the door and a man in his late 30s opens the door. One thing I have to admit that his shoulders, arms and chest have a respectable size. He wears nothing but a pair of gym shorts. It looks soft and silky. Maybe they are satin boxers? I can't tell and I don't want to stare him too much.

"Would you please come in?" He said chuckling. Damn, I must have stared for too long. He showed me where the issue is and I started to fix it.

I got out from under the counter to get one of my tools when I faced his shorts again. He was standing next to me, looking down at me. My eyes went back and forth between his eyes and shorts.

"Can I get you something to drink? It looks like it's not only me who is suffering from the heatwave" he said, and lifted his arms to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. A sweet yet strong scent hit my nose. Is it possible that it's coming from his pits?

"Thanks, I'm good. I'm going to fix your issue in no time." Fuck. This scent is allover the place. I should really hurry and leave this weirdo. Gym shorts. Shiny old school gym shorts. Maybe he was working out before I arrived? His muscles look really swole. And that could explain this powerful smell.

"Drop your shirt at least. It's only the beginning of the day, I don't want you to go to your next assignments overly sweaty"

"It's okay man, I only have one more after you and that's it for today." I said yet I have removed my shirt and went back to work. The pipes were almost disassembled when I realised what just happened. Why did I do what he said? That makes no sense. And why is he still standing there? I should charge him for watching me. Every time I peek out, I see his shorts. Is he... Bulging? It looks like the lights are being reflected differently at his crotch area. Looks sexy. Maybe I should get a pair like this... But... What are these thoughts?? I gotta clean my head, and then get out of here. But first his pipes. That's my priority. My client needs to be served. Okay... That was weird again. Wait... Is he grabbing his crotch? Fucking perv. A sexy perv to be honest. I wonder how it might feel to touch those silky shorts over his hard bulge. Does it have the same strong and arousing scent as his pits?

Gotta focus and go.

"I think I found what's causing the block... Here we have... A... Butt plug? Sir that's getting too weird. I'm assembling it and I go."

"I insist you stay. And assemble the butt plug into your ass."

I removed my pants and put the plug in. I was kneeling in front of him. His bulge so close to my face. No, it doesn't have the same smell. It's similar, but it's a thousand times stronger. And more arousing. I inhale deep. I look up to him. Suddenly all my fear and anger disappeared. I relax my jaws and my lips pop a bit open.

"Good boy. I think you should cancel your next client. You need to focus on me fully."

I grab my phone and dial. I keep looking into his eyes as I hold the phone.

"Dear madam, I'm Joe the plumber. I'm sorry to tell you but I need to cancel you today. I... I have a huge pipe to fix... Today... Might last... For more time... I... I will contact you when I'm free" I tried to talk but his bulge kept stroking my lips and I couldn't resist to kiss it. Those silky strokes feel amazing, better than I imagined. And that occasional buzz in my ass just drives me wild. I'm sure that I'm spilling some pre and I let a few moans out while talking. "Thank you for your understanding. I'll be in touch... " I said and dropped the phone.

"... With your shorts, Master." I said and started to make out with the powerful shiny bulge.