Hypnothrill's Mental Manipulations

[wide-awaaaaake]

Alternatives to Tumblr if Yahoo goes any further

Soup.io - well-known alternative to Tumblr. Reblogging, post types, themes, collab blogs, dashboard, artsy, great community already there. Soup can auto-import everything you’ve posted on Tumblr.

TypePad - Includes reblogging. Dashboard and post types similar to Tumblr.

Jux - Artful posts, beautiful blogging experience

[bollymusings]

Reblogging cause one day it just may be neccessary.

[arubbishmedic]

It became necessary

[hypnothrill]

Thanks for answering my question, guys! I haven’t yet decided which of these platforms I’ll use to relaunch my page. Probably Soup because it will save me a lot of work. But I’ll let you all know before December 17.

[hypnothrill]

End of an Era

Thanks, Tumblr, for deciding to kill off a vibrant creative community. I hope it kills you in the process. 

If any of my fellow authors or readers know of another site where we can migrate to, please let me know!

And by the way, if you’re as pissed off with this as I am, then make sure to cancel your mobile phone plans with Verizon, who are Tumblr’s new corporate overlords (and who probably had a hand in this heavy-handed decision). 

[hypnothrill]

The lads already felt such a...well, such a bond with their balls, that each of them could hardly wait until it was time for practice, until he could hold his ball again, tackle it, clutch it close to his chest. (Funny how each of them just KNEW which ball was his own). So when they started feeling the balls changing, pulsing, coming to life like an embryo in a leathery egg, they were not worried, just excited and proud, like expectant parents. 

And they clutched their balls more tightly know, only, moved by some unknown instinct, they held their balls against their groins. And soon they didn’t even bother with practice, just walked into the locker room, stripped down, pushed their balls between their legs, against their dicks, their scrotal sacs, their hot and musty crotches, and waited for them to hatch...

[hypnothrill]

Officer Bright listened to Joey’s sad story. The poor boy’s family lived a few miles outside of Hadleysburg, and they’d sent him to walk into town and pick up a few supplies and of course with all the loudspeakers and radios everywhere, it hadn’t taken long for Joey to strip off his overalls and become a Loyal Slave, but he didn’t know what he was gonna do when he got back home, cause his parents didn’t have a radio...

Officer Bright just smiled and patted Joey on the head and told him not to worry, they had plenty of radios at the station, and he could drive Joey home, and they could bring a radio with them, and pretty soon Joey’s family would all be Loyal Slaves too, and wouldn’t that be nice...?

[hypnothrill]

Jared couldn’t remember very much about last night’s beach party, but he knew that he had, like, a whole new purpose now. Forget about going back to school after break, he and the other guys were gonna stay on the beach, like, forever, and have parties every night. And in the day, just lay out on the beach and surf and just be naked all the time. 

Cause for some reason, he didn’t want to wear clothes anymore. Except maybe some board shorts if he went out to get some food, or to meet some cool dudes to invite to their beach parties. Cause that was real important too, now, finding hot young dudes and bringing them to the party. Jared just knew somehow it would change their whole, like, outlook on life, and then they could hang together. And maybe fuck.

Huh, he hadn’t realized he was into fucking dudes until now. But that was cool. No, more than cool: awesome. He looked over at Ron, who was taking off his board shorts, and then at their buds playing out in the water, and his dick started to get hard. 

“Dudes, wait up for me!” he called, then ran out to join in the fun...

[hypnothrill]

The boys in Coach Humphries’ gym class groaned when they heard they’d be spending the whole day on aerobics. But once he started playing his special Trance Mix CD, they couldn’t help moving along to the beat, following the Coach’s moves exactly, even when he began stripping down to his bikini briefs and teaching them a new, sexy set of moves, of attitudes to follow, of orders to obey...

[hypnothrill]

Wayne was pretty sure that the guy was a fag. That fruity voice, all that art and shit on the walls. And what kind of normal guy answered the door in a silk robe? (He did look like he had a great body, though, but then didn’t fags spend all their time at the gym?) Wayne could feel the other man’s eyes on him as he installed the cable to the living room and then the bedroom TVs.

“OK, turn it on and make sure it’s hooked up alright,” he told the man, then heard the click of the remote, followed by a humming, hissing sound. “What’s wrong?” he called, climbing out from behind the TV.

“You’d better come and see for yourself,” the man replied.

The pulsing hissing sound had already begun to make Wayne feel a bit dizzy, so once he looked at the screen—got pulled into the swirling colors, the flashing lights, the short bursts of images, words, new truths cycling on the screen—it was all he could do to whimper, “Turn it off…”

But of course the man didn’t. And soon Wayne didn’t want him to. It was the most wonderful thing, standing, watching, absorbing the sights and sounds and new desires that flooded into him. Though it would feel even better if he unbuttoned his shirt. And took off his pants. And then his briefs. And then played with his balls and his rising cock. And then worshipped the other man’s hairy, muscular body.

And then once the programming had ended, Wayne took a case of TV modifier boxes with him. He had four more houses on his route that day, and he was sure they could all use some new programming…

[hypnothrill]

Billy saluted as his superior officer—the man he had once known as Coach Carruthers—walked into the room. Billy’s cock also responded to the presence of the superior male, and his erection was pleasurably painful as it pressed against his tight mesh singlet.

“Sir! The boys’ locker room has been secured, sir! Seventeen new recruits are present and ready for induction, sir!”

“Very good, soldier!” Carruthers responded, handing Billy a bag of fresh singlets and hypnogun belts. “Now you can assist me in outfitting these new recruits.”

Billy’s erection grew even harder than he would have thought possible; he was literally swelling with pride…

[hypnothrill]

A week ago, Rick and Steve had been campus leaders and straight-A students. Now Rickytwink and Stevietwink were too dumb to do anything but hustle and jerk off to their favorite new show--The Twinky Boyz Adventurez. They wanted to look and dress and fuck just like the Twinky Boyz, and they’d make sure to invite all their guy friends over, until they wanted the exact same thing...

[hypnothrill]

Mr. Hopkins had been so cool, telling Nick he could use his pool while he was away. “You’ll probably need a nice cool swim after you’re done with my lawn. And feel free to have some buddies over, too.” 

But once Nick and Jerry and Steve had been in the pool for a few minutes, their boyish horseplay slowed down. In fact, everything seemed to slow down, even their minds. They just wanted to lay there, float in the soothing cool waters as the chemicals in the pool tenderized their brains and they listened to the messages coming from the pool’s underwater speakers. When they emerged from the pool a few hours later, their bathing suits long since discarded, the three college-bound boys were so dumb, they could barely read or write. But they did know one thing. “DUUUUDE,” said Jerry, “I’m hungry for some COCK!”

“Ohhh yeah, fuck yeah, man!” Steve replaid. “An’ I bet that Mr. Hopkins has a fuckin’ big juicy one!”

Nick thought for a moment--thinking was hard--then said, “Hey, dudes, why don’t we like, practice on each other, so that when Mr. Hopkins comes home, we’ll be AWESOME fuckin’ cocksuckers?”

Steve and Jerry vigorously agreed, and soon all three young men were locked in a mutual 69, preparing for their new lives as Mr. Hopkins’ dumb jock houseboy slaves...

[hypnothrill]

Peter wanted to leave, wanted to turn and run out of the locker room, but the sight of the crisp white jockstrap on the bench transfixed him. 

“Do it, man! You know you want to put it on again!” This was from his friend Doug, who stood against the wall, flanked by Bret and Sam, each wearing nothing but a tight white jockstrap, each with the same vacant grin on his face. 

They terrified Peter, and yet somehow, he understood. He remembered how good it felt to wear his jock, how much it made him want to smile (as he was starting to smile now), how good it felt to be part of a group (he was pulling down his gym shorts now), how secure he felt strapped into his jock (which he was picking up and stepping into now...)

And now Bret and Doug and Sam and Peter stood against the wall, each wearing nothing but a tight white jockstrap, each with the same vacant grin on his face, each waiting for the next boy to enter the locker room and accept his jockstrapped destiny...

[hypnothrill]

Just a few weeks earlier, Mitch had been living on the streets as a male hustler and drug addict. Now he was working as a lineman for the Organization. Every night he would rewire phone and cable lines that led to barracks, male dorms, frat houses, so that they would broadcast the Organization’s hypnotic signals, eventually bringing every man inside under their control...