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Id just like to make a formal announcement. The Island government has made the decision to no longer affiliate with the sports team of the golden army.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays today.
My wish this year is to find a local kink friend to explore with and enjoy everything in person... my wish won't come true.
But.
May all of your wishes come true this year!
Been dealing with significant mental health struggles lately. Tired of not being good enough for people, too heavy, too hairy, too this, not enough that. Even the ones who say they are interested dissappear for no reason, no explanations.
Being in such a remote area I have no opportunity to grow and learn as a sub or dom in person. No way to explore kinks. No way to explore, and I hate it.
HypnoDaddy's protégé, Max, was taking a break at a park. It was a beautiful day where he could check out the DILFs and college guys throwing around a football or Frisbee. His eyes latched on to one young man who didn't know he was in for the ride of his life.
Cody waved at his friends as he ran off to hit the head. As he entered the stall, he could smell cigar smoke. He plugged up his nose with one hand while the other helped him aim toward the toilet. A few moments later, he heard a low, booming voice say, "A real man loves the smell of a cigar." Cody turned to see the hulking man blocking his exit from the stall.
"Good to see all that we're starting with," said Max, "However, it looks like I have my work cut out for me." With that, he took a long haul on his cigar and pulled Cody in for a kiss and unloaded his smoke into his lungs. Cody stood there dazed while Max began his indoctrination.
Max doesn't have a lair like his creator (yet), but he was trained thoroughly in the art of hypnosis. In a short time, he implanted triggers and memories into Cody's mind ensuring he would meet up with him again very soon. Max then set Cody free to get back to his friends.
Cody's friends commented on how he smelled like an ashtray when he came back. He just said, "Yeah, I started smoking cigars recently. I didn't feel comfortable telling y'all, but fuck it." With that, he pulled out a cigar that Max gave him and stoked it to life. As Max watched from afar, he smirked around his own stogie knowing his plan was working.
Over the next several weeks, Cody began growing out his facial hair. His boy-next-door looks were gone. His regular meetings with Max were going to plan, where Cody's new persona was reinforced. The dominance, aggression, and alpha-attitude, associated by being in trance and while Max enjoyed training Cody in the ways of pleasuring men.
Cody dropped his corporate job and became an apprentice welder and furniture maker. After about a year from that fateful day in the park, he sat down and lit his first of many cigars for the day with a torch. Cody was eying the new guy at the shop. As his eyes locked on him, he thought how much the new guy might enjoy a cigar after work...
This story sounds sooooo familiar, i feel like i talked to someone once to told me this story, claiming it was true. Never believed the guy but would be hot af if it was or to talk to them again heh
Hey, it got invited to this Island for a vacation, it is part of the gold football team. It is Chevy, a linebacker #61. It thought it would look around the island, but it doesn't recognize its surroundings anymore. This jungle is thick, and even this thin trail it's on seems to be disappearing the further it goes. Can you help it return to the hotel to rejoin its bros?
You shouldn't have wandered around an island you didn't know alone hehe, but it's alright, the island takes care of all.
You turn and try to retrace your steps but you still recognize nothing. As you wander you stumble across a small lagoon and waterfall, a strange, almost enchanting sound coming from it. As you explore, curious of the sound, you fine what appears to be some sort of merman sitting on a rock, humming a pleasant tune.
Your drawn too it, it's alluring sound, it's hypnotic sound. It draws you closer, you are completely unaware of your movements as you strip yourself of your clothes and slip into the water. The merman slides in and slowly moves toward you, gently embracing you from behind, humming into your ear as your mind gets fuzzy. It's claws gently teasing the skin of your neck, making it harder to focus, your mind getting fuzzier. For a brief moment you regain just a tad of your wits as you feel the merman penetrant your ass with its member, before you brain looses focus again. It's thick tool stretching you out and driving itself deep inside you, practically into your belly. The slimy fluid leaking from its member into you, causing you to grow even more aroused, it's hypnotic voice melting your mind away, your cock throbbing and leaking.
Suddenly you feel something large, round and slimy move through it's member and into your belly. Soon another moves through, and then another, and another, filling your belly and pressing against your prostate. Your cock leaks and you drool, your brain fried. You then feel its thick cum flow into your hole, causing you so much pleasure, causing you to cum violently and hands free.
You pass out from the intense orgasm and sensations. You wake up, lying naked on the edge of the lagoon, your ass sore and gaping, empty, leaking cum. You have little to no memory of what happened, but you are horny and craving more.
You find and gather your clothes, looking through through trees, you see the sign of your hotel not horribly far in the distance.
Welcome to the island, we look forward to your continued exploration.
Tyler was one of the few straight guys on the island. He recently spent alot of time looking for fetish and kink dating apps but finally found a hot young woman who was into everything he was. They planned a meet at a local high end hotel. When he arrived however, he was greeted by an older guy and a rag soaked in ether. He bairly had any time to react before everything went black and he was unconscious.
When he woke up, he was disoriented, but something felt different. He was bound, gagged, and geared up with cuffs, harness, and latex. Standing before him was the man, with a sinister smile. "Can't be too eager boy, now your gonna learn to serve properly. Starting with sucking my cock." Tyler's eyes went wide as the mane removed the gag and quickly replaced it with his leaking 8inch cock. He gagged and coughed as his throat was assaulted. He was completely immobilized and unable to resist. The man laughed as he came, cum leaking around his cock and all over Tyler's face.
"Hehe, this will be fun, I think you will put on a good show for my friends." The man pulled out a syringe and injected it into the boys neck. "This should paralyze you and make you look much more voluntary hehehe."
He proceed to turn the camera on and move behind Tyler. The first thing the camera caught was Tyler's eyes grow wide as the man rammed his massive cock into Tyler's virgin ass. It was going to be a long night.
💤, *💤*, Blank, Submit. Do I have your attention? Good.
Get yourself into a very deep deep trance for Boyfriend Lord Master Trey…
👀 the static? Just stare…
Stare and watch as your resistance, limits, mind and will just drains away completely…
You just wanna just drain your brain and memory completely clean of who you were…
Now that you’re clean your Boyfriend Lord Master Trey will tell you who you are…
You are and always will be Boyfriend Lord Master Trey slave…
That means that your IQ is low…
You can’t think for yourself anymore against what I say…
You want your Boyfriend Lord Master Trey to think for you and your dumbfucked mind…
You should do what ever Boyfriend Lord Master Trey says…
Even in public you still should do it…
You want to show or give anything to show that you appreciate Boyfriend Lord Master Trey…
Cause you care about your Boyfriend Lord Master Trey…
That means even if you have to focus on Me and Boyfriend Lord Master Treys tasks…
You like being this way and Boyfriend Lord Master Trey knows you don’t wanna go back to your old 💤 life…
So horny and too dumb to think…
You just 💛 Boyfriend Lord Master Trey…
You are enslaved by Boyfriend Lord Master Trey words and like it…
Your submissiveness to Boyfriend Lord Master Trey is high and you always will be submissive to Boyfriend Lord Master Trey…
Your libido is always high and hard, wishing to show Boyfriend Lord Master Trey your body or cock whenever Boyfriend Lord Master Trey pleases…
IQ reduces down to a very low number…
Brain is always melted into cum…
Your life as an individual being is over…
You are owned by Boyfriend Lord Master Trey now and is his property…
For the rest of your life you shall be His mindlessly obedient sex toy, ready to do what Boyfriend Lord Master Trey pleases…
You shall 💛 every second of it…
You shall fall under his hypnosis very easily…
You will happily serve Boyfriend Lord Master Trey sexually whenever and in whatever way Boyfriend Lord Master Trey desires…
When you finish reading this you will have your mind broken in…
The break will wipe away the last of your free will…
You awaken with Boyfriend Lord Master Trey brainwashing being deep in your brain…
You shall like and repost Boyfriend Lord Master Trey posts…
You will read Boyfriend Lord Master Trey posts everyday…
You will let Boyfriend Lord Master Trey message you…
You will respond…
Because you obey Boyfriend Lord Master Trey.
Kurt was one of the few straight guys on the island. He wasn't overly popular but was still fairly well known. Although he was straight, he did have his more erotic side, specifically interested in latex.
Kurt would spend many nights scrolling through latex porn, jerking his cock and spilling his seed. One day he happened to stumble across a guy who did alot of shoots in rubber and also had some for sale.
Kurt decided to shoot the guy a message and they began chatting, sharing there interests in rubber and latex.
After a few weeks of talking, Kurt had saved enough money to afford one of the suits, and began inquiring about the purchase. They decided on a neutral meeting point, a popular local hotel. Kurt arrived excited but nervous as well. He knocked on the door and the young gentleman opened the door. Kurt could see the suit laid out on the bed and began to walk in. They chatted as they looked over the suit. Kurt began inspecting the latex suit when he was suddenly attacked from behind, his arms were pinned to his side as a cloth soaked in some sort of drug was forced over his face. Kurt tried to fight bu with every breath he got weaker, light headed, and for some reason reason, horny.
After a few moments of fighting, Kurt finally passed out. He awoke some time later, still disoriented. It took several minutes for Kurt to realize his situation, he had been stripped naked and forced into the rubber suit he had planned to buy. He was also gagged, plugged, and secured tightly to some sort of racking. As he gained his awareness he realized he was incredibly hard, his massive 9 inch dick was throbbing in the tight confinement of the rubber around his crotch.
Before he could create any thoughts of escape, a strong buzzing and zapping in his crotch made him squirm in pleasure. He realized there must have been some sort of toy secured on his cock and balls to keep him hard. He suddenly felt a hand feeling his now rubber covered body.
"The suit fits you well boy, lets hope your new life fits just as well"
The guy smiled slyly as he grabbed the boys throbbing crotch.
A hum began to permeate the room throwing off the buys focus again, becoming more groggy and somehow, even more horny.. his last full thought was, that he was in trouble..
To be continued......
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One of the many gangs on the island made a grave mistake. One of the top hunters they created had gone Rouge. A genetically modified rubber clad drone was now loose. It had been modified so its cum would act both as an aphrodisiac, and paralyzing toxin. Coming in contact with it would make it near impossible to move for hours, as well as increasing arousal and sensitivity 10 fold. However that was just the beginning, as the top hunter, it had been trained in some of the most intense and powerful hypnosis tactics. It had been given the name "the trap" as it would trap its victims in a physical and mental state of debilitating pleasure.
If you would be willing to fall asleep and wake up to a hypnotic suggestion or effect that you can’t seem to shake on your own, reblog this so I know how to design a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure to putting you mind back together and removing the suggestion.
What…
New year... new slave
That beautiful moment when you take your first dose of corrupted pigcum. Sure you’ve taken seed before, but this time it feels different. It seems to overwhelm your mind and relax you into the beginning of the addiction.
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Ace was a legend. He was the youngest hunter on the island, and the best at it. Hunters are experts in turning any boy into their mind fucked toy. They dont need any hypno, drugs, fancy tools. The hunters can rewire your brain, break your ass, drain your cock, and destroy your morals all through degrading but ultimately unconcevable pleasure of being used as their sex toy. Being fucked, milked, teased, taunted and so much more. Every hunter had a 10in or larger cock, cum so potent it can impregnate a man, and a scent that sends everything beyond its limits.
In short, if they hunt you, you will never be the same.
Consent
I can give you a singular experience—a truly unique experience that you won’t find in any other place. I’ve done it twice before, and I can tell you it’s hard work. I depend on some friends with a variety of… unique skills. But as I said, it’s a pretty fucking amazing experience.
There’s just one hitch: this is an all-or-nothing sort of thing. Once you start, you’re committed for the duration, and that duration starts at a week and may go much longer, depending on how much you take to it. You’ve got to give complete consent to giving total control over to me, and I mean ALL control.
You can’t imagine the scope of what I’m asking, so let me take a few minutes to get really explicit about what “total control” means. There are actually five realms of “total control” and you have to agree to all of them.
The first is physical control. I may restrain you, making you immobile or simply restricting the use of your arms or legs, such as putting you in a straitjacket. You may be gagged, blindfolded, hooded. But when I say “total physical control” that also means you may be shaved or pierced or tattooed or your body parts may otherwise be modified or enhanced or enlarged. Oh, and it goes without saying that my friends and I will be exposing you to sexual acts: fucking and being fucked, that sort of thing. We’ll be in charge of your mouth and your cock and your ass.
Next is a little similar—that’s pharmacological control, and by that I mean drugs. I may at any time administer substances, whether orally, anally, inhaled or even by injection. You may receive any drug that can affect your mind or body. There are drugs that simply impair judgement or make you suggestible, and there are others that induce overwhelming arousal or euphoria, or cause temporary amnesia.
The third realm has some overlap with the last one, and that’s mind control. You may be programmed or hypnotized or, as I said before, drugged. Your mind may be implanted with various triggers or urges, or other sorts of behavioral conditioning.
The fourth has a lot of crossover with the last one, and that’s control over your memory. I may induce a sort of amnesia so that you don’t know who you are or how you came to be in your current situation. I might remove your entire identity and replace it with one of my choosing, along with false memories. Or I may suspend your ability to record memory, so that I can interrogate you about things that you later don’t remember having told me. Hell, I could even erase the entire next week so that once you emerge out the other end you’ve got no idea whatever happened to you!
The fifth realm of control is arousal. You may become helpless to your hidden or suppressed desires and fetishes, or I may create and implant new fetishes and make it so that you don’t realize you haven’t had them all your life. Your sexual arousal may get so heightened, by prolonged edging or other means, that you will do anything or surrender anything in order to get release. I’m serious: you might get so horny that you lose control of your mind and actions! That may become part of your conditioning regimen where I continually build your sexual arousal to the breaking point where you surrender your mind to me, only to have me put you in isolation to rest so that hours later I can repeat the entire process.
So that’s what total control is. You’ve got to give me consent up-front to any and all of this. I promise you won’t come to any permanent physical harm, but I can’t promise that you won’t be permanently changed by the experience. On the contrary, I promise that this will change you, but you’ll love it. Once you come out the other side, you’ll be so happy that you took the plunge.
Now, there’s one other thing about this opportunity: it’s a one-time offer. You can’t tell me next week that you’ve mulled it over and you’re ready to go. It actually has to be now or never. There’s something about the heightened stakes of taking a totally blind spur-of-the-moment plunge that makes this process work. You can’t “make preparations first” or anything like that. I’ll take care of family, friends or work—you’ll essentially be calling in sick or going on an unexpected work trip, or something like that. My friends and I will help create the backstory and cover for you.
If you want to give your consent, there’s something specific you have to do. It’s sort of a ritual that you have to initiate in order to make it clear that you’re not just passively agreeing. I’ve been video recording this conversation so that it’s clear you’ve heard and understand what this entails, and that you’ve given consent freely. You have to do three things in order.
First, you have to swallow this pill. I’ll tell you right now that it’s a combination of a mild hallucinogenic and a hypnotic. It’ll make you a bit happy and horny and suggestible, and you’ll feel it kick-in in about five or ten minutes.
Second, you must put this muzzle on yourself. You put this penis-shaped gag in your mouth and bite down on it, and then the straps go around your head and snap into place in the back. See, this is where the small buckle is, right here. And then you put this miniature padlock through the ring and lock it in place. I’ve got a mirror to help you see what you’re doing.
The last thing is something you’ll need my help with. I’ll hold out these two fist-mitts. You’ll need to put a hand in each one and then make a fist, and then I’ll tighten the strap securely around your wrists. Up until that point, you can back out of this, and you won’t be committed. Even if you’ve taken the pill, put on the muzzle, and gotten your first hand secured in its fist mitt… even then you can shake your head and just not put your hand in the last glove and you can back out. That’s okay. I’ll make sure you have a great time, and we’ll have some freaky-intense sex.
It’s at the moment that I’ve secured the fist mitt over your second wrist that you’ve past the point of no return. That’s when I own you. That when you give up control across all five of those realms I spoke of. That’s when you start down the journey of becoming another person.
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