Male Obedience

29 year old gay man that is really interested in men falling under hypnosis. I am also a switch I enjoy both sides of the pendulum so if you want hit me up about it.

[stupidhimbo]

Getting a call from your old highschool bully saying that he was sorry was not something you expected. Turns out he was kinda projecting and was always too horny about you, and now he wants to pay for what he's done by being the best bf ever. That includes fucking you so hard you pass out.

[mastermesmer-deactivated2015100]

He got home, sat at his computer, and as soon as he flicked the mouse, his screen illuminated with a flashing, spinning spiral. He was instantly transfixed. He didn’t even bother taking off his suit; for some reason he didn’t want to…in fact, he became aware of just how much he loved wearing it, and how hard he was now. His cock pushed against his khakis as he went deeper and deeper…

[preppymuscleboys]

Jack realised he should wear his uniform as much as possible. He should get rid of any clothes that signify indiscipline, which meant bright coloured clothing, shorts and trousers that did not require a belt, sneakers and non collared shirts. Jack realised he should also get rid of all his furniture aside from the bare essentials, and that he should hang a flag in his bedroom to remind him of his new strong patriotism, as Jack was now joining the army cadets. Jack also realised he should focus more on sports and growing his muscles, that he should do what his coaches tell him. This made his cock leak while he smiled. Jack realised he didn’t need women. He needed orders from older men. Jack also needed to make other boys like him, and do so by being the best. Throughout the rest of his school years, Jack continued to obey and be an exemplar student, becoming school captain and modifying his friends behaviour to be more like him

[hypnobro50]

MIND CONTROL EARRINGS 6: STARE

Don’t be afraid

Continue to stare into the light

Let your worries wash away

And with some help from this earring

You will be MINE

Doesn’t that feel so much better?

Now undress for me boy

Let me see that beautiful body

[745393aislop]

[jockbrojack]

“Just gotta obey bruh.

Feels so good to let go.”

[happyhypnoguys]

“Flex your arms for me…Don’t forget to say ‘yes, master.’”

“Yes, Master.”

Source: Film911

[risefromabyss]

Sometimes battlefield game is just a kind of game but sometimes it is not. Johnson used to play as a pro shooting those noobs' ass. He is playing a much crueler role now.

I'll admit that my obsession with symmetry drove me to create a story that directly opposes the previous theme. I’m not too thrilled with how this video turned out, so I might create a better one in the future.

[hypnobro50]

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

[masculine-men]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Bitch step-dad, ready to clock in..."

Fuck! I love how he says it with his usual cocky swagger. As if he's just telling his step-son to clean his room or grab him a beer.

Not sure what my mom saw in this guy. With a name like Derrick, he was bound to be a douchebag. Sure he's fit and has a cushy software engineering job, but he's a shitty step-father, always grabbing my mom's ass and calling me his "boy" even though I'm 19!

I'm glad I snuck that subliminal programming tech into his stupid earpiece.

He had no idea I was reconditioning his mind while he bumbled over his "very important work" with all his equally arrogant tech bros. If my mom was settling for this schmuck of an ex-jock, then I was going to need some things to change, starting with those damn boxers he always struts around in after work...

"IF you wear boxers, THEN you will feel like a child playing dress up. BOXERS are for men. Briefs are for you..."

I look him up and down, just standing in front of me, flexing in the tightey-whiteys he now exclusively wears, staring at me like I could speak some word at any second that he needs to hear. Mom's car pulled out of the garage five minutes ago, on her way to dinner with her girlfriends. That meant me and Derrick had the house to ourselves...

...which, of course, is a circumstantial trigger I planted in that dense skull of his.

"IF you find yourself alone in the house with your step-son, THEN you will stop thinking, pause what you are doing, strip to your underwear, approach your step-son, flex your biceps, and silently wait for him to take the lead..."

That was the second trigger I installed in his head. The command goes on to make him prioritize this action over work, comfort, and really anything, but that's ultimately a lot of technical lingo that just makes him willing to abandon whatever he's doing. Be it calling someone for work, leaving the house, or even taking a piss, it won't stop him from pausing, stripping, and reporting to me.

"Drink!" I announce.

His body jerks into response, "Let me fix you a martini, sir!" Derrick's flexing arm snaps into a salute before he stomps away to the kitchen.

"IF you here the word DRINK spoken by your step-son, THEN you will say, "Let me fix you a martini, sir," salute, and then go make the mixed drink..."

The programming goes on to specify the exact type of martini I require and the way I like it. I just can't believe I finally have him crafting my cocktails at my whim after he's barked at me so many times to grab his fucking beer!

"Here is your martini, sir," Derrick says, dropping to his knees, lowering his head, and holding out the glass like an offering to a god.

I resist the urge to thank him. It's not like he'd even hear it in this state.

"Dick." I say.

A smile spreads across his face. He's sort of handsome, when he's like this. Controlled. Normally, he's cocky, and arrogant, and intolerably idiotic, but like this, his boyish face actually looks handsome. Maybe that's what my mother sees in this shallow asshole.

"I...I want to feeel you," he says, almost whining. Though he tries to maintain eye contact, his focus keeps shifting to my crotch. "Let me shove my face in there, pleease!" he begs, licking his lips.

"IF you here the word DICK spoken by your step-son, THEN you will become infatuated with the areas between his legs, the skin that makes up his crotch, the hair that lives there, the balls that hang, the penis that waits..."

I might have gone a little far with this command. I wrote it one night after a few too many martinis. It goes on to make him not just want my cock. He'll love it, praise it, worship every inch of it he can find, touch, smell, taste...

It's intense, but it's one hell of a blowjob.

[jockbrojack]

Obedience is Pleasure

[jockboyaj]

Jake had waited all week for this moment. It was finally time that his favorite hypnotist, OBEY ME, posted their newest video. Without thinking, he quickly stripped down to his underwear and turned on his webcam ready to show all the other watchers how obedient he can be.

[the-masculine-alpha]

Mind Control

"What are you doing to me? I'm can't stop flexing" the muscle daddy was in a state of shock.

"Don't worry Mr Stevenson, soon you will beg me to fuck your straight meaty cop ass." I whispered into his ears.

"No, hell no... I'm not into that kind of shit. Flexing is fine but getting fucked is not gonna happen. Ever!" He shouted

"Relax, Officer!" I touched his shoulder with my index finger and he felt his intense urge to become gay for few minutes. His thoughts were replaced and he was not able to think anything other than my thick brown Arab cock. He begged me to fuck him in the gym locker room which I gladly did.

[jockboyaj]

“Be a good muscle toy and strip for me.”

Jace found himself unable to resist his trainer’s mesmerizing voice and started to strip. Ever since he met him, his life has gotten easier. All he had to do was work out and obey. Nothing else mattered. He was a good muscle toy.

[jockboyaj]

Ryder thought it was strange that the new owner of the gym started playing this weird music in the sauna but the more he listened to it, the more he liked it. It started to make him feel so relaxed. So mindless. In fact, he could swear it was telling him to fall deep, so he did.

[spiralfun]

Countdown con was in full swing, and Adam was enjoying it immensely.  The roving convention was a week long, and even on the third afternoon Adam still hadn’t seemed to fully explore it.  Not that the event space here in town was all that big, but it just seemed to have events going in so many different places and rooms.  Even the dealers room seemed to shift around a lot from day to day.  Thankfully, the organizers had provided kiosks that would let you search their events and vendors list.  It probably would have been better online, but there were enough kiosks that you never had more than a couple of people in line waiting for them.  On the first day Adam had been leery of them, but after the first time they just seemed like the right thing to use.

Now, looking for his next event, Adam walked up to the nearest kiosk.  He cold see another guy using it, but had the privacy screen drawn, which was weird.  He’d assumed the curtains were something left from whatever base machine they’d cobbled the kiosks from, and why would anyone want privacy as to what public event they were going to?  Filing this under the other slightly odd things about this con (like the name, the convention didn’t have anything to do with a specific fandom so what did it have to do with countdowns?), Adam stood to wait.

Five minutes later he was starting to get annoyed.  It shouldn’t take this long to figure out what to do next, and he could tell the guy hadn’t moved to tap the screen or do anything in all the time Adam had been waiting.  He probably should just find another kiosk, but instead Adam stuck his head in past the curtain to tell the guy to make a choice already.  For a moment, he saw the man staring blankly forward at the screen, but then Adam saw the screen over the man’s shoulder and froze.  A whirling red and white spiral spun on it, and Adam couldn’t take his eyes from it.  It was so fascinating, and numbers began to flash across it.

FIVE… Where had he seen this spiral before, it looked so famili-

FOUR… It was such a pretty spiral, he knew why the other guy couldn’t help but stare-

THREE… What had he been doing before, it kinda seemed importan-

TWO… So hard to think while watching much better to-

ONE… stare and let the spiral flow over him and just be-

BLANK!

Both Adam and the man stood, eyes staring forward, their minds blank, as the screen had told them to be.  Instructions flashed across the screen rapidly, but neither man could consciously register what those were.  Instead, once the instructions were finished, they turned, their faces empty masks, leaving the kiosk and walking to the hotel front desk.

“How can I help you Gentlemen?” The front desk attendant asked.

In unison, both Adam and the man spoke in a flat voice.  “My countdown has begun.”

For a moment, the front desk attendant swayed, his pupils dilating and constricting as the same spiral that had emptied these men’s minds flashed in his own mind, the trigger telling him what to do.  His face just as empty as the customers he was helping, the front desk attendant quickly checked his computer and made electronic keys.  These he handed to both of them.  “He is in 628.  Go there to complete your countdown to service.”

Adam and the man took their keys and walked away from the desk, the attendant shaking his head as his mind cleared.  But Adam and the man’s mind stayed filled with the whirling spiral as the made their way to the room.  Inside the room was a strange tableau, or it would have been if either man had been thinking.  Two other men knelt on the beds, naked except for black masks enshrouding their heads.  They both were fully erect, their cocks sticking out like handles waiting to be stroked, which both did once every so often.  Sitting on a chair between them, another man stroked their bodies and smiled.

That man rose as the two new recruits walked in.  “I was only expecting one.” he mused, and walked to the first man in the kiosk, ignoring Adam.  “Security identified you as a reporter, Mr. Lowry, but not on the lifestyle desk.  What are you doing here?”

Lowry blankly answered. “There have been some strange rumors around this convention, people leaving their families to follow it from city to city.  I wanted to see whether there was some drug connection or other shady dealings.”

The man smiled.  “No, nothing shady, my dear sir, just swirling.  Everyone who comes to my convention has such a good time, and if I can’t part with the cute guys who see my pretty spirals, they just follow with me until I’m finished with them.  I thought that might be why you were here.  You can return to the kiosk you used, and continue your investigation.  You won’t find anything, because anything that would make you suspicious you just won’t be able to notice, will you?”

“No, I will not be able to notice it.”

“Good.  Go, and leave the key.” Lowry turned to leave as the man swiveled his head to Adam. “Now, why are you here?”

Adam quickly explained the events around the kiosk.  “Ahhh, so you just got hit with the final dose early.  You’re just the type that my minions would have the kiosks slowly program to visit me.”  He cast an appraising eye, first over Adam’s body, and then the two naked men.  “Troy is just about done, why don’t you strip and take his helmet.  You’ll finish cooking, and we can then have a nice evening together.”  Troy took his helmet off, staying hard as Adam quickly stripped, and just as Troy and the man began to kiss, Adam put the helmet over his head.  The red and white spiral bloomed again, and it began to systematically destroy his free will, rewriting Adam into a new minion for the convention organizer…

[hypnos100x]

Deeply hypnotized. Deeper and deeper. Such a good boy.

[many-of-max]

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