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@jockhumiliation
Kyle wasn't sure about going to the hypnotist his boyfriend suggested. But why not? His boyfriend thought it could help him be a better man.
Kyle doesn't think that the hypnotist did anything. But, he needs to get home to make dinner for his master immediately.
Father Son Cash Slave
The hypnotist enslaved the company owner's only son and brainwashed him to create a plan to enslave his own father.
"Peter, look into my eyes, what is your life purpose ?"
"To help you take over this company, Master"
"And how are you planning to do that?"
"By turning my dad into a cash slave, your personal human ATM Master."
"Good, very soon you & your old man would be licking my loafers as I take possession of all your assets."
"Yes Master."
Ryder’s friends didn’t understand why he kept canceling plans last minute. Little did they know that he was no longer in charge of his life. His HypnoMaster controls everything about it now and he wants Ryder spending every night on all fours whoring out his tight muscled ass.
Mike loved gray sweatpants season because he got to show off his huge cock everywhere he went. Little did he know that his neighbor would initiate a plan today to brainwash Mike into becoming a locked cock bottom boy. Soon all Mike will be showing off is the outline of his cage.
Tanner stood there and flexed all the while completely captivated by the stranger’s deep hypnotic voice. He listened as the man continued to talk. He was now addicted to the man’s voice and would do anything the man commanded him to do, even agreeing to become his new toy.
Ryder found himself unable to disobey any order given to him from his Coach. That is why he was currently only wearing his game day pad about to be fucked by his Coach’s massive cock. His Coach commanded him to be a good bottom slut so Ryder will be just that.
As soon as the game ended, Blake’s body started acting on auto pilot. Next thing he knew, he was half naked and stroking his cock in front of his Coach. He felt so horny and submissive. He needed his Coach’s cock to fuck him senseless. He need to be a good hole for his Master.
Ryder thought it was weird that his best friend was on the table with his ass out but thankfully his new roommate was there to explain everything with his hypnotic voice. It turned out to be national cake eating day so Ryder obeyed when his roommate said to get to it.
“And Wake”
Chad stared in the mirror utterly shocked at what had happened to him. It appeared that he had gain 50lbs of muscle. He was completely unaware that for the last year he was mindfucked by the guy standing in front of him and transformed from smart twink to dumb jock.
The Bully
When you were in high school, you were the captain of your football team and one of the most popular guys in school. Your group of friends included all the cool guys and girls, and you all felt like the rulers of the school, doing whatever you wanted and mocking everyone that didn't fit the idea you had of what a cool person should be.
You got a football scholarship to study at a good university and you're one of the star players of the university football team. And, since you joined the university, you have been trying to replicate the life you had before. You joined a fraternity where a lot of other athletes are, you party a lot and study as little as you can, and you pick up on everyone who looks doesn't have the same kind of life you do.
There is a student you chose as your favorite target. He is very bright and has a very nerdy look, always wearing formal clothes and glasses and answering questions in class. Since you noticed him, you made it your personal mission to embarrass him, making fun of his look in front of your friends, stealing his clothes from the lockers when he is showering and even giving him some wedgies. He has asked you several times to stop with those attitudes, but you like the sense of superiority they give you, so you just laugh it off and say it's the dynamics you two have, and he will miss it when university is over.
Eventually, you decided to go a step further in your humiliation quest. You told him you wanted to make it up to him, and invited him to a party in your fraternity house. You told him it was a costume party and the best costume would win a special prize. When he entered the house fully dressed as Gandalf, from Lord of the Rings, and saw that no one else was wearing a costume, you quickly locked the door, not letting him go away, and mocked him in front of everyone for half an hour, until eventually he was able to open the door and went home.
It's been a week since the party and a lot of videos of the incident were uploaded on social media. You saw some of them and now you're feeling bad, so you send him a message saying you went too far and want to apologize. After a few hours, you get the following text: "You seem to be sorry about everything you made me go through, but, to be sure that you're honest, I want you to show that you can wear my shoes and understand what my life is. Meet me tonight, at 11 pm, in the library. As I spend so much time there, the janitor gave me a key so I can go there even when it's closed. The door will be open.". After reading the message, you agree to go.
It's 11 pm, you get to the library and open the door. You enter, close the door and don't see anyone, which is normal, given how late it is. You walk a bit and see a chair and a sign saying "Captured by a geek". While you're trying to understand what that means, you hear the door closing and see the nerdy student holding a sword. You ask him what that is and he says: "You enjoy mocking me so much, but you should know that people like me are usually avid collectors of memorabilia. This is a Nazgul sword and I can promise you it's incredibly sharp.".
You get scared and answer: "What are you going to do with that? Let's keep calm, there's no need to hurt anyone.". He laughs and continues: "Oh, I don't want to hurt you, at least physically. If you do as I say, this sword won't even scratch your skin.". "Ok, I guess I deserve a prank from you, for a change, but please don't do anything foolish.", you say, nervously. "Just sit down on the chair with your arms behind the back and don't look back.", you hear him saying.
You're worried that all the things you did to him made him emotionally unstable, so you do exactly as he says. He goes behind you, grabs your hands and ties them. He then starts tying your chest to the chair, you get really worried and say: "I get it, now you're in charge, the tables have turned. But this is going to end soon, right?". As he finishes tying the chest and proceeds to tie your feet, he says: "Your liberation will actually not depend on me, I think the people should decide how long you deserve to stay like this.". "What do you mean? Come on, don't mmppphh.", you answer as you feel a sock being shoved inside your mouth. Then, a lot of tape is rolled around it an 2 white cloths cover everything.
He goes away, leaves the library and closes the door and, although you struggle and moan a lot, you can't escape or say anything, so you have to wait until people start entering the library in the morning and eventually a friend of yours hears about what happened and comes to release you.
They have no idea that the shorts they were told to wear to this meet the alumni party for their frat were a signal that they were fresh meat and on offer to the most generous supporter. The green shorts signify a confirmed all around virgin, while the beige shorts signal this one has fucked a few girls. They should be popular when the men start bidding on them.
“Thank you Doctor for accommodating me, I just have this gnawing fear about being the only naked person in a room. I am grateful to you for putting on the chastity cage so there won’t be any concerns about you taking inappropriate actions with your patient. You’ve been a very Good Boy, during this visit Doctor, and Good Boys get a reward. So roll your stool over here between my legs and suck on Master’s cock, then you can swallow your creamy reward.”
Hypnosis
Paul:"Don't just stand there, Danny. Come on he's not gonna be like this forever. Come touch him"
Danny:"I'm still freaked by the way he's looking at me. Don't you think he knows whats going om with him right now?"
Paul:"No, he's hypnotised and thinks he's in the gym right now, flexing in front of the mirror. Don't be scared so much, Danny. He won't remember any of it. You always went on about how hot my brother is and now that we get a chance to do this you chicken out? No chance man, come touch him"
Paul:"I mean look at these hairs all over him. You can just bury yourself in them, lick him, kiss him. Come feel it. We still got his junk to check out"
Danny:"Could you hypnotise him to think he's fucking his girlfriend?"
Paul:"Sure, but it might look funny as he would be just pounding air you know"
Danny:"What if you made him think I am his girlfriend for a while. He wouldn't have to pound air. He can pound me from behind you know"
Paul:"Oh I like the way you think. Let's get this bad boy hard and ready!"
Nick was the star of his college wrestling team, his chiseled physique a testament to his dedication and hard work. He moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, his overbearing attitude earning him as many enemies as admirers. His girlfriend adored him, but Nick had a secret. He had been cheating on her, using his charm and athletic build to seduce others. He treated his conquests with disdain, his self-centered nature driving him to satisfy his desires without a second thought.
Sheikh Hassan, a wealthy and powerful man, owned the luxurious gym where Nick trained. The sheikh had been watching Nick for weeks, noting his arrogance and the way he belittled others. Sheikh Hassan had his own reasons for wanting to bring Nick down, reasons rooted in revenge and a desire to humiliate the cocky wrestler.
One evening, Nick received an invitation to a private training session at Sheikh Hassan's exclusive gym lounge. The promise of an elite workout and potential sponsorship blinded him to the danger. He arrived at the opulent location, the luxurious surroundings a stark contrast to the dimly lit areas where the sheikh had been planning his revenge.
As Nick entered the private gym, he was met with dim lighting and an atmosphere of luxury and opulence. The rich furnishings and expensive décor spoke of power and wealth. Sheikh Hassan greeted him with a smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Welcome, Nick. I've heard a lot about you," he said smoothly.
Nick, ever the arrogant athlete, smirked. "I’m sure you have. Ready to see what I’ve got?" he boasted, unaware of the trap he had walked into.
The session began innocuously enough, with Sheikh Hassan guiding Nick through a series of exercises. But as the evening progressed, the atmosphere grew tense. The sheikh’s instructions became more demanding, his tone more authoritative. Nick’s discomfort grew, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down.
Suddenly, Sheikh Hassan grabbed Nick's wrist, his grip surprisingly strong. "Strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for defiance. Nick hesitated, his bravado faltering. "What the hell are you talking about?" he spat, trying to yank his arm free.
The sheikh's eyes darkened with anger. "Do as I say, or I will ruin you," he hissed, pulling out his phone and showing Nick the incriminating evidence – videos of him cheating on his girlfriend, footage of him vandalizing property, and recordings of him making racist comments. Nick's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and rage. He realized he had no choice.
With shaking hands, Nick removed his clothes, his muscular body now fully exposed. Sheikh Hassan’s eyes roved over him with a predatory gaze. "You’re going to pay for your arrogance, Nick," he said, his voice cold.
"Get on your knees," Sheikh Hassan ordered, his tone laced with sadistic pleasure. Nick’s face burned with humiliation, but he stood defiant. "Fuck you," he growled.
The sheikh’s response was swift and brutal. He grabbed Nick by the throat, slamming him against the wall. "You don’t get to say no," he snarled, his grip tightening. Nick struggled, his powerful muscles straining, but the sheikh’s leverage kept him pinned. The realization of his helplessness washed over him, his pride shattering.
Sheikh Hassan forced Nick to the floor, pressing his foot against the wrestler's face. "Kiss it," he commanded, his voice dripping with contempt. Nick’s stomach churned with disgust, but he knew he had no choice. Tears of humiliation filled his eyes as he obeyed, pressing his lips to the sheikh's foot.
"That’s it, you little slut. Show me how much you want it," Sheikh Hassan taunted, his voice a harsh whisper. The degradation was complete as Nick, the once proud wrestler, was reduced to kissing the feet of his tormentor.
The sheikh wasn’t done. He pulled out a red, degrading wrestling singlet and threw it at Nick. "Put this on," he ordered. Nick’s hands trembled as he complied, the tight costume highlighting his muscular frame but also serving as a symbol of his humiliation.
"Stand up and present yourself," Sheikh Hassan demanded. Nick's face burned with shame as he stood, his body trembling with a mix of fear and rage. The sheikh circled him, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You look perfect. Now, it's time for the main event."
Sheikh Hassan reached into a bag and pulled out a set of restraints. Nick's eyes widened with fear as the sheikh approached. "No, please," he begged, his voice shaking. But the sheikh was relentless, quickly binding Nick's wrists and ankles.
"You're mine now," Sheikh Hassan whispered, his breath hot against Nick's ear. The sheikh's hands roamed over Nick's body, exploring every inch of his muscular frame. The wrestler's body tensed with every touch, his mind a whirlwind of humiliation and fear.
The sheikh’s hand moved lower, teasing the waistband of the singlet before yanking it down. Nick’s body was now fully exposed again, his vulnerability laid bare. Sheikh Hassan’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. "You’re going to beg for it," he whispered.
Tears streamed down Nick’s face as he realized the full extent of his degradation. "Please, Sheikh Hassan, don’t do this," he pleaded, his voice breaking. The sheikh’s laugh was cold and cruel. "Beg louder," he demanded, his voice filled with malicious glee.
Nick’s pride was shattered as he begged for mercy, his once overconfident demeanor replaced by desperation. "Please, Sheikh Hassan, I’ll do anything," he cried, his body trembling with fear. The sheikh’s grip tightened, his voice a harsh whisper. "Good boy. Now, show me how much you want it."
The climax of Nick’s humiliation came as Sheikh Hassan forced him to perform more degrading acts. The sheikh's control was absolute, his power over Nick complete. The once proud wrestler was now a plaything, his life a testament to the sheikh's unrelenting thirst for revenge.
The aftermath was devastating. Sheikh Hassan had captured everything on camera, every moment of Nick’s humiliation. He used the footage to blackmail Nick, ensuring his silence and compliance. Nick’s reputation was in ruins, his arrogance and overconfidence replaced by fear and submission.
The psychological trauma haunted Nick, his once unshakeable confidence shattered. He avoided eye contact, his shoulders hunched as if carrying an invisible weight. His relationship with his girlfriend crumbled, the shame and guilt too much to bear.
Sheikh Hassan continued to exploit him, using the footage to manipulate and control him. Nick’s life became a never-ending cycle of humiliation and degradation, each act more degrading than the last. The once proud college wrestler was now a plaything, a victim of his own arrogance and Sheikh Hassan’s unrelenting thirst for revenge.
In the weeks that followed, Nick became a shell of his former self. The gym, once a place of pride and confidence, became a prison of humiliation and fear. His spirit was broken, his future overshadowed by the haunting memories of that night in the luxurious, dimly lit lounge.
Nick remained trapped in a web of blackmail and coercion, his life a testament to the cruelty and power of Sheikh Hassan. The once arrogant college wrestler was now a plaything, a victim of his own arrogance and the sheikh’s unrelenting thirst for revenge.
PERSONAL STUD SHOW
I love having the sexiest guy at my school under my control.
Zach was the pitcher of my college’s baseball team and he was probably the most popular student in the whole school. He oozed charm and was just a total stud all around.
I had been studying hypnosis in my advanced Psych class for quite some time now and when I was finally feeling confident enough to test some serious hypnosis on someone I knew I had to test it on my secret crush, Zack.
He agreed to the test pretty easily after I offered to help him with his psych class which was a much lower level then what I was taking. I, however, didn’t tell him the full extent of the hypnotism he would be going under.
I had him relax and I counted backward from ten while making noises with chimes. He was out before I could reach zero. I asked if he could hear me and he responded with a very low monotone yes. This was my chance, I gave him an instruction on what I wanted him to wear to school the next day. It wasn’t something he would normally wear in the slightest but that was the test. I also instructed him to pay no mind to people who would question or make fun of his choice of clothing and to just wave it off as them being jealous. I also instructed we meet at the same time the next day to go back under. I snapped my fingers and he awoke as though nothing happened. He left with a simple see you tomorrow.
The next day I was so pleased with how well the hypnosis had worked. Zach was wearing a white wife beater, gym shorts, and a snap back titled slightly to the side on his head. I was immediately aroused. There were whispers coming from everywhere ranging from, “What the hell is he wearing?” To “What has gotten into Zach?” Hearing these criticisms Zach just saunters down the hall with a confident grin, and pride in his eyes. This was working fantastically.
He showed up at my house right on time. I told him I liked his new look and he gave me a big smile and thanked me, then it was time to put him under again. He was out just as fast as last time. This time I told him that he was so proud and grateful that I complimented him on his new look that he would give me a show. And nothing in this world would make him happier then for me to admire him as he puts himself on display for me. He just moaned stuff like, “Grateful,” and “Give you a show,” “Nothing would make me happier..” I snapped my fingers and the show was on.
He started flexing his muscles for me. Giving me several different poses like he was a model. He even pulled down his shorts enough to give me a nice sneak peek at his package. Needless to say I was very impressed. He wasn’t even slightly concerned that I had my pants down and was just jerking off furiously. In fact, the more I pumped the sexier his little strip tease got for me and the more confidence he seemed to have. When I finally exploded I got my cum all over him, and instead of freaking out he just used it as some kind of lotion and started rubbing it all over his body while continuing his show.
