#cocknosis

[darlingcuntboy]

Ohhhh to be conditioned to go dumb and obedient when I see cock, how easily it could be used against me, no control of my brain it belongs to cock I belong to cock I dont think cock thinks for me

[starsonmarsy]

hey bestieeee ummmmmm would you wanna brainwash me and condition me to go absolutely brainless and drooly at the sight of your cock, ready to be your little cocksleeve? as friends of course

[mindlessmimi]

I love watching those “no penetration allowed” videos where a man just rubs his cock all over the girl’s pussy until she’s begging for it despite setting the rules herself. It’s as if all of her inhibitions and thoughts melt away the more soaked her panties become. Leaking her brains away. It’s hypnotic to watch. Genuinely intoxicating. Watching her hips buck up towards the cock instinctively despite acting uninterested at first. Hearing her moans become more feverish… I think I need to grab my dildo. Just a rub… just for a rub.

[ghoulishfreak]

hypnotizing you with my swinging, swaying cock, until you can't hold yourself back from sucking your little mind away. and then cumming down your throat, washing everything out of your brain. leaving just my cock, just my cum.

[submissivefeminist]

Cock goes in, mind goes out. Cock goes in, mind goes out. Cock goes in, mind goes out. Cock goes in, mind goes out. Cock goes in, mind goes out. Cock goes in, mind goes out. Cock goes in, mind goes out.

[ghoulishfreak]

a naive boy clicking on a hypno blog thinking he'll just look and see what its about. slowly losing himself to spirals until he's muttering to himself about how his cock controls him, his cock makes him weak, his cock is just a toy

[corruptedbyhim]

Here’s something you should know about me... I’m dramatic about it. When I jerk off it’s a whole event. I take my time. I’m sprawled out on the bed with the sheets kicked to the floor, one hand wrapped around my cock, grip loose at first just barely moving, just letting myself feel the weight of it. Lazy strokes. Slow ones. The kind where my hips lift a little on the upstroke and my thumb drags through the precum pooling at the tip and I smear it down the shaft until everything is slick and warm and the sound of my hand moving drowns everything out.

And it builds. My grip tightens. My breathing changes. My stomach tenses and I can feel it gathering, this heavy hot pressure that keeps winding tighter the longer I drag it out. I’m edging myself because I like the torture of it. Getting right to the limit and then loosening my grip and letting it fade just enough to start building again. My cock is flushed and leaking and twitching every time I take my hand away and honestly it’s a beautiful thing and it’s a shame no one’s here to appreciate it.

Which is why I need you.

I want to wake you up when I’m close. Just to watch. I’d tap your shoulder and you’d roll over still half asleep and see me with my cock in my hand, thick and hard and dripping, my chest already rising and falling fast, and I’d tell you to open your eyes wide because you’re not going to want to miss this. You can touch yourself. Rub your clit under the covers, grind against your pillow, whatever you need to do. But you’re just here to enjoy the show. You don’t get to put your hands or mouth on me without permission. You just get to watch me stroke my cock and listen to the sounds I make and get yourself off to the privilege of being in the room while it happens.

And then I cum.

Long ropes across my stomach and up my chest because I’ve been edging the entire night and I’m so, so pent up. It’s on my abs and my ribs and pooling in the dip of my collarbone and dripping down my side onto the sheets and I’m still twitching, still catching my breath, still leaking onto my own fist.

That’s when you get the okay. That’s when you get to work.

You start at my cock. Of course you start at my cock. You’ve been staring at it this whole time and now your tongue is finally on it, licking it clean from base to tip, gentle because I’m still sensitive, feeling me flinch against your lips while you lap up everything that’s left. You take your time with it. You’re thorough. That’s why I like you.

Then you work your way up. Your tongue tracing the trail along my stomach, licking the cum off my skin, following the mess up my abs and across my ribs. Cleaning each line I left there like it’s something precious. Your mouth on my chest now, your tongue dipping into the pool at my collarbone, swallowing everything I gave you. Working all the way up to my neck where you press your lips against my throat and I can feel you breathing hard because doing this got you more worked up than whatever you were doing to yourself under the covers.

And when you’re done, when I’m clean and your mouth tastes like me and you’re shaking a little from how badly you want me. That’s when I fall back asleep with my hand in your hair and you lie there wet and aching and proud to be useful.