Math Hypno Stories

Hypno/Mind Control Stories Collection

[mathhypnostories]

Índice/Index

He notado que con tantos reblogueos mis historias se han quedado un poco perdidas y dispersas en este Tumblr, así que decidí hacer un pequeño índice para que sea mas fácil de encontrar y se estará actualizando conforme se suban nuevas historias. También servirá para marcar las historias completadas.

Ojos Así:

Capitulo 1: Encuentro con el destino

Capitulo 2: Un nuevo amigo

Capitulo 3: El Brabucón

Capitulo 4: Una nueva familia

Capitulo 5: Hermanos

Capitulo 6: Al vapor

Capitulo 7: Un Nuevo Día

Capitulo 8: Aprendizaje

Soy irresistible:

Parte 1

Mi hermano mayor (Completa):

Capitulo 1: Un inesperado incidente

Capitulo 2: Mi novio Eduardo

Capitulo 3: Sebastián el stripper

Capitulo 4: ¿Un nuevo cliente?

Capitulo 5: Fuera de control

Capitulo 6: ¿Esto es amor?

Capitulo 7: Epílogo

Anteojos (Completa)

La mano de Huehuecoytl:

Capitulo 1: Los deseos de Tino (I)

Mi Robo-Roomie:

Capitulo 1: El secreto

Lentes LED:

Lentes LED

Captions:

El Ladrón de Voluntad

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I noticed that with all the reblogging I been doing on this Tumblr my own stories are getting lost, so I decided to create an index to make it easy to find my stories. Also, I will update this as I post new stories and mark when a story is complete.

Eyes like that: 

Chapter 1: Destiny appointment

Chapter 2: New friend

Eris store:

The key of his heart I

The key of his heart II

My big brother:

Chapter 1: An unexpected incident

Chapter 2: Edward, my new boyfriend

Chapter 3: Sebastian, the Stripper

Chapter 4: A new client?

LED glasses:

LED glasses

The next day

Numb Rod:

The first hit

Extra: POV Duncan

Short captions:

Dom Chronicles 1: Diego

Dom Chronicles 2: Raymond

Dom Chronicles 3: Montgomery

Dom Chronicles 4: Duke

Dom Chronicles 5: Thomas

Dom Chronicles 6: Arturo

Dom Chronicles 7: Steven

Dom Chronicles 8: Michael

Dom Chronicles 9: Jahid

Dom Chronicles 10: Jin Song

Dom Chronicles 11: Dolan/Doll

Dom Chronicles 12: William

My Way 1: James

My Way 2: Mr. Edwards

My Way 3: The Police and the crook

My Way - The Cowboys (I)

My Way - The Cowboys (II)

Caption Comp - Week 7

IA assisted stories:

Moving Day

Flex Boy

Brain no more

The Thief of Will

The Pointer’s Game: Prologue

The Pointer’s Game: Part 1

The Pointer’s Game: Part 2

The Pointer’s Game: Part 3

The Pointer’s Game: Part 4

The Pointer’s Game: Part 5

The Pointer’s Game: Part 6

The Pointer’s Game: Part 7

The Pointer’s Game: Part 8

The Pointer’s Game: Part 9

The Pointer’s Game: Part 10

The Pointer’s Game: Part 11

The Pointer’s Game: Part 12

The Pointer’s Game: Epilogue

Puppets of the Code: Part 1

Puppets of the Code: Part2

Puppets of the Code: Bad Ending

Puppets of the Code: Gray Ending

Puppets of the Code: Good Ending

Candle wishes

The book of Jackson

House of Asmodeus (I)

House of Asmodeus (II)

House of Asmodeus (III)

House of Asmodeus (IV)

House of Asmodeus (V)

House of Asmodeus (VI)

House of Asmodeus: Alpha Game (I)

House of Asmodeus: Alpha Game (II)

House of Asmodeus: Alpha Game (III)

House of Asmodeus: Alpha Game (IV)

Others:

Reprogram (Story for @cutestabber illustration)

Collab with @helloblobbyblobfish: The Clock Chapter 1

Collab with @helloblobbyblobfish: The Clock Chapter 2

Collab with @helloblobbyblobfish: The Clock Chapter 3

Collab with @helloblobbyblobfish: The Clock Chapter 4

Hypnovember 2022 with @helloblobbyblobfish

Continuation of @helloblobbyblobfish story: Phone Haze II

Continuation of @helloblobbyblobfish story: Phone Haze III

[helloblobbyblobfish]

Prom king 1

You aren't sure about what your dad said when he saw you unhappy about not having a date for prom.

Really? The secret of his lady-killer's way is that he stole a magic necklace that makes everyone you want helplessly in love and submissive to you? You still took it. It looks pretty.

You suddenly notice your hot teacher, Mr. Holmes. It would be so hot if he fell in love with you… Not that you would admit it. And he has a killer outfit tonight.

Suddenly, he gets a faraway look in his eyes and shambles towards you like a zombie. As you worry about him losing his emotions, his steps become more assured and he starts tidying his look. You look around. You're the only ones here. Is he showing off for you?

Suddenly, he stops a foot away from you and starts flexing. No way. You think about him doing a stripe-tease and he sensually moves his body and throws his denim jacket at you.

You stop thinking. You want him now!

He jumps on your mouth and you suck the air out of each other's throat like there is no tomorrow.

Oh yeah! Oh oh oh, you're going to go to the prom with a sexy date, alright! Bet you're going to steal all the boy's attention and make so many girls jealous!

[agginthabag]

New Roommates

[mathhypnostories]

Brain no more

Ethan was the undisputed star of the university — top of his class in pre-med, already crushing advanced biochemistry and organic chemistry courses that left most students overwhelmed. With his sharp mind and iron discipline, a glittering future as a top surgeon awaited him.

What truly caught Brock’s eye, however, was the body attached to that brilliant brain. Even while seated and focused on his books at the quiet outdoor patio, Ethan’s physique was impossible to ignore: a powerful, sculpted masterpiece of muscle. Broad, thick pecs strained against his tight t-shirt, deep striations visible even through the fabric. His shoulders and arms were heavily developed, vascular forearms resting on the table as he wrote. When he shifted in his chair, the movement revealed a brutally defined eight-pack and powerful, tree-trunk thighs that filled out his shorts. Brock felt an immediate surge of possessive hunger. A boy this hot and this smart? He needed to break him.

Brock approached the table with confident strides. Ethan looked up, slightly annoyed. “Sorry, I’m studying. I’d rather not be disturbed.”

Without asking permission, Brock reached down and placed a firm, warm hand on the side of Ethan’s neck, thumb pressing gently under his jaw. The touch triggered an instant flood of thick, syrupy heat that crashed through Ethan’s mind, short-circuiting every complex thought.

“You don’t need that big brain anymore,” Brock murmured, his deep voice sinking deep into Ethan’s core. “All that studying, all those ambitions… they’re gone now. You’re too dumb for any of that shit. From now on, you’re just Daddy’s little horny slut. A brainless, cock-hungry toy whose only purpose is to get filled. No more doctor dreams. No more books. Just Daddy’s thick cock stretching you open and using you like the empty-headed fucktoy you were always meant to be.”

Ethan’s sharp eyes quickly glazed over. His once-focused, intelligent expression melted into a vacant, horny, dopey smile. Years of academic excellence, medical terminology, and career plans simply drained away, leaving behind nothing but overwhelming, throbbing lust.

“Duuh… yes, Daddy,” Ethan mumbled slowly, his voice already thick and stupid.

He shoved the heavy textbooks and notes off the table without a second thought. They scattered across the patio floor, forgotten forever. Still sitting in the wooden chair, Ethan eagerly peeled off his shirt and shorts, revealing every inch of that impressive muscular body now fully on display — massive rounded pecs, shredded abs, thick arms, and powerful legs — all belonging to Daddy.

“Look at me, Daddy,” he begged in a whiny, needy voice, spreading his legs wide. His thick cock was already rock hard and leaking against his chiseled abs. “I’m so stupid now… I don’t even remember what I was studying. I just need your cock. Please, Daddy… use your dumb muscle slut.”

Brock grinned, hands roaming greedily over the perfect body he’d claimed — squeezing the heavy, striated pecs, tracing every deep groove of the eight-pack, and gripping those powerful thighs. Ethan moaned loudly, flexing instinctively under the touch, completely shameless.

“Such a pretty, empty-headed boy,” Brock praised, pulling out his thick cock. “No more studying. No more future. Just taking Daddy’s cock.”

Ethan slid off the chair onto his knees, eagerly sucking Daddy’s cock with sloppy, drooling enthusiasm. Later, bent over the wooden table, he cried out in pure bliss as Brock filled him completely, pounding his new brainless toy under the open sky.

“Fuuuuck, Daddy… yes! Fill your stupid slut!” he moaned, pushing back greedily. Every thrust made his heavy pecs and abs bounce. His once-brilliant mind was now permanently empty except for cock, pleasure, and serving Daddy.

[mathhypnostories]

Flex Boy

At Sirenbills Coffee, Brock drinks his coffe when this guy got his attention. Luke sat across from his friend, nursing a lukewarm latte and slouching in his oversized hoodie. The usual complaint spilled out again.

“I don’t know, man… I just keep striking out. Girls talk to me but nothing ever happens.”

His friend smirked. “Dude, you’re jacked under all those baggy clothes. Just show off the goods a little.”

Luke’s cheeks burned. “Nah… I’m too shy for that shit.”

He turned, confused. “Hey, this is my room—who the hell are you?”

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Later that afternoon, Luke had just gotten back to his dorm room when the door clicked open.

Brock stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Before Luke could react, Brock cupped his smooth face with one large, warm hand.

The touch sent a thick, syrupy wave of heat crashing through Luke’s mind. His shyness, his insecurities, his quiet nature—all of it melted away instantly, replaced by something new. Something hungry. Something shameless.

“You don’t need to be shy anymore,” Brock murmured, voice deep and commanding. “You’re my flex boy now. Your only purpose is to show off for me. Strip down, flex every muscle, and crave my eyes on you. No more shy guy — just my eager, cocky muscle toy.”

Luke’s eyes glazed over with pure, needy lust. A cocky, attention-hungry grin spread across his face as the new personality took root.

“Yes, Owner,” he purred, voice already dripping with bratty confidence.

He ripped off his baggy hoodie in one dramatic motion, tossing it aside carelessly. The breathtaking young physique underneath was finally free—smooth, flawless skin stretched tight over dense, sculpted muscle. His pecs were full, rounded slabs with sharp lower cuts and perky nipples begging for attention. His abs formed a tight, deeply etched eight-pack that flexed and rippled with every breath, framed by dramatic V-lines and serratus that looked carved with a blade. Broad, capped shoulders flowed into thick, peaked biceps and vascular forearms. Every inch of him screamed youthful power and definition.

Luke immediately struck a sharp double bicep pose, flexing hard while pushing his chest forward. His biceps peaked dramatically, veins popping as the muscle fibers stood out in sharp relief.

“Look at me, Owner,” he demanded, voice already whiny with need. “Don’t you dare look away. This body is all yours — watch how it flexes for you.”

He flowed smoothly into a side chest pose, making his thick pecs bounce and his abs crunch down into even deeper cuts. When Brock’s gaze lingered appreciatively, Luke moaned softly, clearly getting off on the attention. But when Brock glanced down at his own hands for even a second, Luke’s expression shifted into a pout.

“Hey! Eyes on me,” he complained brattyly, stepping closer and thrusting his chest toward Brock’s face. “I’m flexing my ass off for you and you’re not even looking? That’s so unfair…”

Brock chuckled, clearly amused by the sudden personality shift, and grabbed a handful of Luke’s firm pec, squeezing hard. Luke gasped in pleasure, immediately lighting up again.

“Better,” he breathed, voice turning needy and slutty. He hit a most muscular crab pose, neck thickening, traps rising, every muscle from his shredded abs to his striated delts popping in vascular glory. “Fuck… I love it when you stare like that. Keep looking. Touch me more. I need it.”

Completely stripped of his former shyness, Luke became an insatiable attention whore — posing, flexing, and teasing without shame. He ran his own hands over his body, squeezing his pecs together and tracing his abs while keeping his eyes locked on Brock, desperate for every second of his Owner’s focus. If Brock’s touch slowed even slightly, Luke would whine and press harder against him, grinding his now rock-hard cock against Brock’s thigh.

“Owner, please… don’t stop looking at your flex boy,” he begged, voice bratty and dripping with lust. “I’ll do anything to keep your eyes on me. Just tell me how you want me to show off next.”

Brock grinned, hands roaming greedily over every ridge and curve of muscle. “Good boy. This is who you are now.”

Luke shivered with delight, already flexing harder, completely addicted to being Brock’s shameless, attention-starved muscle slut.

[mathhypnostories]

Moving Day

Martin cracked open the door, bleary-eyed and irritated. He’d barely slept, and the last thing he needed this early was some pushy salesman.

“Look man, whatever you’re selling, I’m not inter—”

“No sale,” the stranger cut him off with a cocky smirk. “Name’s Brock.”

He extended a strong, veined hand. Martin instinctively reached out. The moment their palms met, a strange warmth flooded his body. His thoughts… slowed.

“I’m moving in,” Brock said calmly, his deep voice sliding into Martin’s head like silk. “This is my house now. And you… you’re just my slave. Your name doesn’t matter. Your old life doesn’t matter. None of it ever did.”

Slave blinked slowly. He tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing today… but the thoughts dissolved like smoke. Why would he need to be anywhere when his Master was standing right in front of him?

Brock’s grip tightened slightly, and a lazy, satisfied smile spread across his face.

“Say it,” he ordered.

The words left Slave’s mouth before he could even think:

“At your service, Master.”

He dropped to his knees right there in the doorway, head bowed, heart pounding with sudden, overwhelming devotion.

“Please come in… let your slave serve you.”

[21st-century-boys]

[horniestofhoes]

At first when I got the Chronivac, i turned all those assholes who made fun of me at school into fat virgin losers, which sure, had it’s benefits, but i realized i could do so much more with them. I restored their previously muscular physiques, and turned the previous pusshyhounds of the school into four gay polygamists. Now, they spend all their time taking care of their appearance, managing their OF account and having sex with each other. Sometimes, they even open up a fifth spot for me!

[texass95]

Nice, helpful personal trainer hypnotized to become cocky, self-obsessed fitness influencer posting thirst traps thinly veiled as fitness tips

[mehtallee]

Pumping Dumb

Troy wasn’t exactly the sharpest guy when we first met, but back then, at least he could form full sentences. He was my college roommate—a six-foot-four, gym-obsessed wall of muscle who somehow balanced his protein-shake-fueled lifestyle with being a student. Well, tried to, anyway. It didn’t take long before he started asking me for “help.”

“Bro, I need to get bigger,” he had groaned one night, staring at himself in our dorm mirror, flexing his arms. “But, like, I dunno, bro… I feel like I ain’t doing enough, y’know?”

I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my chair, hiding my smirk. Oh, I know. I had been waiting for this moment.

“You need a system, Troy,” I said. “Someone to guide you. Someone… smart.”

His eyes lit up. “Like you, bro?”

I nodded. “Exactly like me.”

And just like that, I had him.

The plan was subtle at first. I started with supplements—my own special mix, designed to boost his energy, accelerate his gains, and, well… gently suppress his higher thinking. The changes crept in slowly, so Troy never noticed. But I did.

He stopped questioning things. If I told him to do something, he’d do it—no hesitation.

“Drink this.”

“Okay, bro.”

“Do one more set.”

“Hell yeah, bro.”

“Skip that lecture. You don’t need it.”

“Yeah, bro, waste of time.”

Each day, he lifted heavier weights while his thoughts got lighter. His sentences got shorter. His vocabulary shrank. But he felt great, and that’s all that mattered to him.

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At first, I had to be careful. There were still traces of thought left in that thick skull of his. I learned that the hard way when I got too bold too soon.

One day, while he was sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone, I took the opportunity to get a little… hands-on.

“Damn, Troy,” I murmured, moving closer. “You’ve really packed on some size.”

He smirked, flexing his arm. “Hell yeah, bro. Feels tight.”

I reached out, letting my fingers graze over his biceps, testing their firmness. Perfect.

But then—

“Uh, dude?” His expression shifted, uncomfortable. He pulled his arm away. “Kinda weird, man. Like, chill.”

I forced a laugh, raising my hands. “Hey, just admiring the work, dude.”

He gave me a wary look, then shrugged it off, going back to his phone. But I made a mental note. Too soon. There was still something in him that resisted. I’d have to fix that.

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By the time we hit week three, Troy was skipping every single class. His idea, of course—or so he thought.

“Dude,” I said one morning, watching him struggle to put on a tank top that barely fit his swelling torso. “College isn’t really for guys like you, y’know?”

He frowned, his thick brows scrunching. “Huh?”

“I mean, look at you, Troy. You were born to lift, to grow. You really think wasting time in lectures is gonna help you get swole?”

His lips moved slightly, like he was trying to process what I’d said, but I could see the gears in his head turning slower than before.

“Uh… yeah, bro,” he finally said, nodding. “Yeah! You right! I gotta, like… focus, bro. Just—just LIFT. Get BIG.”

I grinned. “Exactly.”

And just like that, Troy stopped attending College entirely.

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By week five, he had completely surrendered his decision-making to me without realizing it. He thought he was in control.

“Bro, should I eat this?”

“What do you think, Troy?”

His blank stare lasted a second too long. Then: “Uh… I think… I dunno, bro. You think for me.”

“I do, don’t I?”

He nodded, beaming, completely unaware of how empty his own head had become. I had done it. Troy wasn’t just dumb anymore. He was mine.

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6 months has passed since then, and now? Now I could touch him as much as I wanted.

“Hey, Troy,” I murmured, running my fingers along his thick arm. “You cool with this?”

Troy blinked, his dopey grin unwavering. “Huh? Uh… yeah, bro. I don’t mind.”

I squeezed his bicep, watching the way his muscle flexed under my grip. Perfection. “Why’s that?”

He tilted his head, slow to process. “’Cause… uh… I’m just… muscle, bro.”

I smirked. “That’s right. You’re just muscle. Just a big, strong body. No need to think, right?”

Troy’s lips parted slightly. “Yeah, bro. Just… body.”

I ran a hand down his chest, pressing into his pecs, feeling their firm weight. No resistance. Nothing but dumb compliance. My fingers brushed under his arm, grazing the warm, musky skin of his armpit. The scent hit me instantly—strong, masculine, overpowering.

“Man, you really are just a muscle,” I murmured, inhaling deeply. “Crazy, right? You used to think this was weird.”

Troy’s slack expression didn’t change. “Huh? Uh… nah, bro. Ain’t weird.”

I chuckled. “Oh, but you did think it was weird before. Remember?”

His forehead scrunched slightly, trying to think. “Uh… nah, bro. I don’t… remember.”

I grinned, giving his pec a playful squeeze. “Of course you don’t. Because a muscle doesn’t need memories.”

Troy nodded slowly. “Yeah, bro… just muscle.”

“Just a muscle that belongs to me, huh?”

There was a pause. Then, with a slow, stupid nod: “Yeah, bro. Yours.”

I smirked and grabbed the hem of his shirt. “You don’t need this, do you?”

Troy blinked, watching as I pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside. His bare torso gleamed under the light, thick with sweat, pulsing with heat.

“Just a big, dumb toy for me to play with,” I murmured, trailing my hands across his chest, his stomach, his arms. “And you’re fine with that, aren’t you?”

Troy’s lips curled into a mindless smile. “Yeah, bro… fine with it.”

“Good boy.”

I dug my fingers into his flexed bicep, relishing the way he didn’t even flinch as I placed my fingers dip into the crevices of his bicep to his armpits...

This dumb muscle hunk is really far gone. all his work, all his excursion, all his efforts to build this majestic body, all of it is all mine.

[risefromabyss]

Captain Ashley confronted the gangster for less harm. But after a surprising kiss, he found the best way to save people was to help gangster run away.

[many-of-max]

Created by @futuradiego

[areyouasleepboy]

Brain empty, mind gone, unaware of the hands exploring your body. Only feeling relaxed and blissfull as you are being used for someone else pleasure. And later only having a foggy memory of it, unsure if it really happened or if it was just a half forgotten dream. Until it happens again.

(Continuing my exploration of self-indulged hypno drawings. I like how this one turned out 😊 i’d love to hear what you guys think)

[swappingbryn]

Submitted by @rawtextsdev

[arandomtist]

“Wait boss! You are not meant to be here yet.“ He stood there in shock, one hand still cooking and the other loose by his rock hard core.

“I was cooking you breakfast, it felt right ya know?” He found it odd, he had never wanted to cook for his roommate before despite him asking lots of times, but suddenly it felt like the best thing to do.

“When did you put that cap on?” I say to him.

“This morning, for some reason it just feels so good to wear it, plus if I take off my shirt I got to put something else on right?”

Clearly my work has been done. When he wears that cap he is my good jock boy and I am his boss.

[many-of-max]

Source @futuradiego

[openshirts]

[apushforfolly]

He was so surprised when I just climbed into his truck and smiled at him. I asked him to show off his torso at me and he confusingly did. In his mind, I can feel his thoughts struggling with questioning why he's doing as I ask and wanting to beat the shit out of me for getting inside his precious truck.

As he opens his shirt, he looks at me and tries to speak out his increasing confusion. But before he could even speak, I reach out and grab his massive, hairy pecs as I knead them with both my hands. He just looks at me hands as he groans then back at me.

"You must be so confused now, Pete. Why am I letting a faggot touch me like this? Why did I let him climb into my truck? Why am I just sitting here as this faggot violates me? Trust me, I would be as confused as you is someone did this to me. But now that I'm here, I also want you to enjoy this. Let's make that happen, shall we? From now on, your nipples will be so sensitive that whatever I do to your nipples will be felt by your cock. You love it when someone like me plays with your pecs like this. You love to be worshipped. You love that your hard-earned muscles are being appreciated by a small, weak-looking, gay boy like me. It makes you feel proud, strong, and confident. It makes you feel horny." I say to him as my words replace any conflicting thoughts running in his head.

Pete's expression instantly changes in accordance to the new thoughts swimming in his head. He throws his head back and close his eyes as he lets out a deep, gutteral groan. I smirk as I climb on to Pete's lap and straddle him. I hug him as I lean down to start sucking on his hairy, sweaty nipples. Pete just groan and growl like a dog in heat as I turn him on even more. I pull away for a second as Pete looks down at me. His mind is empty, and his body is chasing the stimulation.

"Start driving, Pete. I heard from the other truckers that you're headed to Texas. I need a ride and you look like someone who's been denied of pleasure for quite some time now. You will focus on the road while I make you feel so good." I say to Pete as he just responds by turning on his truck and start driving. I latch onto his nipples as I treat my driver a reward for taking me as his passenger. In Pete's mind, not a single thought runs on its own other than the ones I give him. Once we got to Texas, I'll make Pete cum so hard that it will leave an imprint of my magic in his mind and body in case I ever needed him again.

[malehypnofantasy]

"Yeah sir, as a matter of fact, you'll pay for my dinner tonight, sounds wonderful, right?"

"B--but....wife....my wife and I already have---"

"A plan to divorce! Because you cannot stand that bitch anymore and you just want to spend your days with me and work as hard as you can to provide all my need,"

"Yeah.....yeah....I need to divorce that bitch! I think this sauna makes my head spin, let's get out from here so we can talk more over dinner,"

"Now that's what I'm talking about,"

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A new series, Fucked My Way Up to the Top (thank you Lana) will be posted as tiny bits across this year