pretty ai guys

ai generated clips and pics of pretty guys. hypno. mindcontrol. brainwashing. all the good stuff. all images and videos are ai. all text is human and original.

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Mark was still in his hotel room that his Manager had booked for him, after the last competition.

He was watching tv, relaxing, as the device suddenly seemed to fritz out on him, displaying a bizarre spiral thing. Annoyed, Mark reached for the remote control ... but never pressed a button.

It was like there was something hidden in the spiral. He had to look closer, got up and stared more intently. He had to know, there was something ... someth ...

Mark sat there, staring at the spiral, his open mouth beginning to drool.

Suddenly he moved away.

"Must ..." he said, not knowing why or what.

Then his programming kicked back in again. He relaxed, as he understood the answer.

"Serve."

He smiled. Yes, of course, that was it.

"Serve", he repeated. Everything was clear again.

He looked at the door opening, as his manager came in.

Yes, it was time to serve.

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Something stirred in them both. Not just their funsticks. A new thought. Blue Bolt realized perfectly well that they were under the influence of Mister Mystico. And yet ... he looked to the left, to this beautiful man next to him ...

"I feel ..." be began, but he was so confused by the crystal and Mr. Mysticos voice that it came out different.

Red Star looked at him, with this ... lust.

"like compelled ..." he said. Yes. That was it. They were being compelled. Mr. Mystico was doing something to them. He had to ... resist this ...

But Red Star ... he wanted him. Blue Bolt realized that he just wanted him.

"I wanna kiss you" Blue Bolt said.

And Mr. Mysticos voice dropped them down even deeper, they were becoming mindless, blank, obedient.

Unable to hold back any longer, unable to resist, they just gave in.

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Mister Mystico had finally succeded to capture Blue Bolt and Red Star. Here in his secret hideout he brainwashed them both. Again and again.

First he had to subdue their personalities enough to implant a new one.

The crystals light would not just capture their minds, but erase them, blank them out.

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well now its triplets ... oh well.

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i did not think it would be that difficult to get them to play beach volley ball with the other guys, and have their names on their asses ...

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You did not notice the beach ball players, did you?

(those words ... oh vey veo ... that made no sense ... the point would have been that it is funny because they call themselves sun and surf ... like ski and surf in gregg arakis nowhere, played by the brewer twins)