You are the Weakest Think! So sleep!!! (NSFW)
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masterboibinder:

You know how some guys just love showing off while they work out? Anthony was one of those guys… an innate desire to stretch his limits, test his endurance levels, take on any challenge… all as long as there were others around watching, he always seemed to push himself further. I was a little disappointed when Anthony hadn’t shown up for his usual evening workout and it was nearing closing time. The gym was pretty deserted when he finally showed up… he’d been running late due to his last final exam at the university. Naturally I let him in, but I locked the doors to the building… if things went according to My plan, I didn’t want us to be interrupted… it was now just Me and Anthony.

He never said anything but I sensed he was slightly bummed that he had nobody to show off for… it didn’t take much for him to click into performance mode when I strolled in nonchalantly, cleaning up the workout area, pretending to be busy. I occasionally paused to watch him work out and as one thing led to another, I began to suggest various workout challenges, pushing him to the max with each new physical test… his naive ego accepted each of My suggestions with a cocky sense of arrogant pride. I wanted him to wear himself down to the point of sheer exhaustion… I wanted those muscles to be burning, aching… I wanted that   body weakened and vulnerable… making it that much harder for him to resist when I overpower this studly sweat-drenched gymrat in the showers.

I grabbed My gym bag full of ropes and cuffs as I began turning off the lights. Anthony lay collapsed on a weight bench after his strenuous, draining workout… "Alright, boy, hit the showers… it’s time we get out of here…"

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masterboibinder:

I’d been aware of Grant for a while ever since he came to the university last year. On campus he made the pretense that he was straight… and from what I gathered this was likely the truth. However, I’d also witnessed and heard rumors that Grant secretly liked to hit the gay dance clubs on occasion, serving as a part-time stripper to make some extra money… seemed the boy had a bit of a wild exhibitionist streak in him. One I was more than willing to exploit…
I learned back in early December that Grant would be staying in town for the holiday break… the perfect opportunity to hire the boy for a little Christmas dinner with a few close (and kinky) friends. With the promise of a good meal as well as a rather enticing sum of money, I invited Grant to join our intimate gathering… on a few conditions. I wanted him to serve the meal wearing nothing but a red jockstrap and a santa cap… and I asked him to put on a little dance show for us afterwards. He was understandably a bit apprehensive at first since he’d never done anything like this outside of his club performances. He wanted to make sure I knew he was straight, which of course just made Me chuckle… I assured him that I was well aware of his sexual preferences… I informed him that this was strictly a business arrangement… when I told him my guests were all very wealthy men in town who would likely tip generously, he decided to accept the gig.
Our studly jock-wearing exhibitionist elf performed even better than I anticipated… months of stripping and working the club crowds made him quite a hit with My eight dinner companions. By the time the dinner portion was over, Grant displayed a lascivious ease, surprising for a ‘straight’ boy in a room full of gay men, flirting and teasing with each guest… due in part to the bills they frequently stuffed in his jockstrap, but also likely due to the numerous shots of peppermint schnapps the boy consumed while serving the meal. As we moved to My study for Grant’s entertainment portion of the day, I gave him a double shot of schnapps (along with a little something extra)… of course he slammed it back without a second thought. He barely had time to start bumping and grinding to the music before he was a collapsed sprawling heap of hunkiness on the floor.
All in all, it’s been a joyous Christmas… and now with Grant securely bound/gagged in the playroom sling downstairs, it’s starting to look like New Years Eve will be even more celebratory than usual… I believe the guest list for that soiree is already well over fifty. I suppose I should head down to the playroom now and see how the straight stud elf slave is entertaining My dinner guests for the remainder of this Christmas night…

masterboibinder:

I’d been aware of Grant for a while ever since he came to the university last year. On campus he made the pretense that he was straight… and from what I gathered this was likely the truth. However, I’d also witnessed and heard rumors that Grant secretly liked to hit the gay dance clubs on occasion, serving as a part-time stripper to make some extra money… seemed the boy had a bit of a wild exhibitionist streak in him. One I was more than willing to exploit…

I learned back in early December that Grant would be staying in town for the holiday break… the perfect opportunity to hire the boy for a little Christmas dinner with a few close (and kinky) friends. With the promise of a good meal as well as a rather enticing sum of money, I invited Grant to join our intimate gathering… on a few conditions. I wanted him to serve the meal wearing nothing but a red jockstrap and a santa cap… and I asked him to put on a little dance show for us afterwards. He was understandably a bit apprehensive at first since he’d never done anything like this outside of his club performances. He wanted to make sure I knew he was straight, which of course just made Me chuckle… I assured him that I was well aware of his sexual preferences… I informed him that this was strictly a business arrangement… when I told him my guests were all very wealthy men in town who would likely tip generously, he decided to accept the gig.

Our studly jock-wearing exhibitionist elf performed even better than I anticipated… months of stripping and working the club crowds made him quite a hit with My eight dinner companions. By the time the dinner portion was over, Grant displayed a lascivious ease, surprising for a ‘straight’ boy in a room full of gay men, flirting and teasing with each guest… due in part to the bills they frequently stuffed in his jockstrap, but also likely due to the numerous shots of peppermint schnapps the boy consumed while serving the meal. As we moved to My study for Grant’s entertainment portion of the day, I gave him a double shot of schnapps (along with a little something extra)… of course he slammed it back without a second thought. He barely had time to start bumping and grinding to the music before he was a collapsed sprawling heap of hunkiness on the floor.

All in all, it’s been a joyous Christmas… and now with Grant securely bound/gagged in the playroom sling downstairs, it’s starting to look like New Years Eve will be even more celebratory than usual… I believe the guest list for that soiree is already well over fifty. I suppose I should head down to the playroom now and see how the straight stud elf slave is entertaining My dinner guests for the remainder of this Christmas night…

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masterboibinder:

Jared made no attempt to hide his own erect boner as he glanced at his buddy’s stiffening manhood… thinking to himself 'It's gonna be so easy to get Aaron's wrists restrained to the over-head bar… and those ankles roped to the back of the machine… then that cock will be all mine!'

masterboibinder:

Jared made no attempt to hide his own erect boner as he glanced at his buddy’s stiffening manhood… thinking to himself 'It's gonna be so easy to get Aaron's wrists restrained to the over-head bar… and those ankles roped to the back of the machine… then that cock will be all mine!'

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masterboibinder:

It had been a long, frustrating summer for David… a summer without any kind of sexual gratification. He didn’t really know how that happened since he never had any trouble getting laid during his first year of college. He’d gone back home to work a summer job which left him very little private time… and the time he did spend in his room, he always seemed to wind up on his laptop… often chatting with one of his college professors sometimes late into the night. Strangely enough, David never really remembered what they talked about, but as the start of the school year got closer, he was more and more anxious to return to campus… eager to pound some college pussy… and also kind of excited to take some classes with Professor B. He’d been really cool during their online chats and David found himself yearning to learn all he could from Professor B.

It was a week before classes began when David headed back to college… not many students on campus yet so he had no issue accepting Professor B.’s invitation to visit him at his home. Within a matter of minutes of crossing the threshold, David experienced a weird, yet strangely familiar euphoria wash over him… his eyes locked with Professor B.’s steely gaze as the subliminally planted trance trigger was uttered…

"Ready for Slave Training, boy?"

Compelled to obediently perform… just as he’d unwittingly been doing every night during those hypnotic online video chat sessions throughout the summer, David began to strip out of his clothes… presenting his naked body for the Master’s inspection and further training.

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kotascok:

His friend gave him the dvd saying it was an awesome porn he’d found.  He decided to give it a try and it was pretty darn hot.  The quality was a bit bad, it seemed like something had been recorded over it but he still got hard and decided to jerk off.  At first he really just wanted to hurry up and get off but the more he watched the slower he stroked himself.  Something about the video was keeping all of his attention, the only reason he stayed hard was his hand slowly stroking himself.  As he watched the porn slowly faded from the tv, replaced by a spiral which flashed and spun and held his attention.  He watched the spiral spin and slowly moved his hand over his cock keeping himself hard.  He stayed that way for some time before he heard the door to his room open and someone chuckle.  He heard a voice then and knew it was his friend, “Like my video, don’t you?”  his friend said.  He wanted to ask what was happening but the only words he could say were
"Yes Master, I’m hard, horny, and ready to obey."

kotascok:

His friend gave him the dvd saying it was an awesome porn he’d found.  He decided to give it a try and it was pretty darn hot.  The quality was a bit bad, it seemed like something had been recorded over it but he still got hard and decided to jerk off.  At first he really just wanted to hurry up and get off but the more he watched the slower he stroked himself.  Something about the video was keeping all of his attention, the only reason he stayed hard was his hand slowly stroking himself.  As he watched the porn slowly faded from the tv, replaced by a spiral which flashed and spun and held his attention.  He watched the spiral spin and slowly moved his hand over his cock keeping himself hard.  He stayed that way for some time before he heard the door to his room open and someone chuckle.  He heard a voice then and knew it was his friend, “Like my video, don’t you?”  his friend said.  He wanted to ask what was happening but the only words he could say were

"Yes Master, I’m hard, horny, and ready to obey."

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masterboibinder:

bmarg12387:

You know you cannot resist my voice as you go deeper into trance, boy… you know you want to stroke your cock so bad but no matter how hard you try, you cannot stroke your cock and it takes you deeper… deeper into trance. Good boy

'Good boy”… it was the trigger phrase subliminally planted in his subconscious mind more than a month ago. Deep down, Adam knew… like any other hot-blooded male… that jacking his thick dick always felt good… but being a 'Good boy' meant he shouldn’t masturbate so much. The Master Hypnotist used that to His advantage… suggesting that a 'Good boy' needs to deny himself and exercise restraint. Adam wanted to be good… feel good… so whenever he started to stroke his cock during a trance session, it became an exercise in futility… feeling good meant being a 'Good boy' who wouldn’t… couldn’t cum… at least not until a secondary hypno trigger was used. A 'Bad Boy' could cum, but only while being punished and disciplined… it had taken only about a month for Adam to respond to the hypno training as a deep-seated desire took hold in his mind… an urgent desire to be disciplined and punished… to beCUM a very good 'Bad Boy'.

masterboibinder:

bmarg12387:

You know you cannot resist my voice as you go deeper into trance, boy… you know you want to stroke your cock so bad but no matter how hard you try, you cannot stroke your cock and it takes you deeper… deeper into trance. Good boy

'Good boy”… it was the trigger phrase subliminally planted in his subconscious mind more than a month ago. Deep down, Adam knew… like any other hot-blooded male… that jacking his thick dick always felt good… but being a 'Good boy' meant he shouldn’t masturbate so much. The Master Hypnotist used that to His advantage… suggesting that a 'Good boy' needs to deny himself and exercise restraint. Adam wanted to be good… feel good… so whenever he started to stroke his cock during a trance session, it became an exercise in futility… feeling good meant being a 'Good boy' who wouldn’t… couldn’t cum… at least not until a secondary hypno trigger was used. A 'Bad Boy' could cum, but only while being punished and disciplined… it had taken only about a month for Adam to respond to the hypno training as a deep-seated desire took hold in his mind… an urgent desire to be disciplined and punished… to beCUM a very good 'Bad Boy'.

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masterboibinder:

"Relax, boy… let go of your panic and fear… just focus on the hypnotic spiral."

'MmMmpppphhhrrgghgmmpph?!?'

"You can do it, boy… you need to let go of all the stress… all your worries and concerns about being bound and gagged… Just relax and relinquish those inhibitions… there is a sweet relaxing calm washing over you as you watch the spiral moving away from you… or is moving towards you? You are compelled to look deeper into the center… focus on the hypnotic center… follow where it goes… stare deeper into the center… imagine where it will lead you now that you’re utterly and completely relaxed… Can you feel it pulling the fear from your mind… draining away all the tension, all the stress… swirling down the drain so you can just relax and surrender to the new reality of being a bound boy toy? Empty your mind… fall into the spiral… relax your muscles and just allow that beautiful bound naked body sink into sweet, mindless oblivion… sinking deeper… drifting further… suspended and floating forever…"

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mastergrog:

I love the mesmerized look on his face. Like he is being drawn, almost against his will, toward that raw male object of Power. Forced to worship this MAN’s cock no matter how tough his tats and piercings make him feel. The submission washes over him and he can’t resist it. His mouth is drooling… just one taste couldn’t hurt, right?

Ricky couldn’t take his glassy-eyed gaze off the impressive slab of cock before him… it was like he’d never seen anything so beautiful… so magnificent… so Powerful. It was as if this was the first time he’d been this close to such perfection and Power. The cocky straight boy clearly had no conscious memory that he’d been on his knees many times before… his brain had been effectively washed after the previous encounters with his neighbor who was a master hypnotist. Ricky had no memory of what a hungry little cock-worshipping slaveboi he was becoming with each visit to his new neighbor’s apartment.

masterboibinder:

mastergrog:

I love the mesmerized look on his face. Like he is being drawn, almost against his will, toward that raw male object of Power. Forced to worship this MAN’s cock no matter how tough his tats and piercings make him feel. The submission washes over him and he can’t resist it. His mouth is drooling… just one taste couldn’t hurt, right?

Ricky couldn’t take his glassy-eyed gaze off the impressive slab of cock before him… it was like he’d never seen anything so beautiful… so magnificent… so Powerful. It was as if this was the first time he’d been this close to such perfection and Power. The cocky straight boy clearly had no conscious memory that he’d been on his knees many times before… his brain had been effectively washed after the previous encounters with his neighbor who was a master hypnotist. Ricky had no memory of what a hungry little cock-worshipping slaveboi he was becoming with each visit to his new neighbor’s apartment.

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masterboibinder:

bmarg12387:

That’s right, boy… listen to my voice and go deeper and deeper down. As my hand rubs you, it makes you so much more relaxed and open to my suggestions. You know you need to obey me and be obedient to me. Good Boy!

The more that hand brushed over his tenting erection and up his ripped torso, the less humiliation Jamie felt… he never much cared for the lewd groping his Professor made him endure during these 1-on-1 tutoring sessions. Jamie never fully understood why he let it happen… but as his cock stiffened and began to drip inside his shorts, Jamie could no longer deny just how much he wanted to obey the Professor. His resistant thoughts seemed to melt away as renewed thoughts of submission and obedience and enslavement swirled in his hypnotized dull brain. The Professor had so much to teach him… and he yearned to learn it all as his clouded mind heard the trigger phrase… ‘Teacher’s Pet!’
The Professor smiled as Jamie’s eyes fluttered and his body sank to his knees in a mindless blank receptive state. The trigger phrase from last year was still firmly in place in the boy’s subconscious… and as the Professor slipped the slave collar around Jamie’s bowed head, He couldn’t help but think that this new school term was getting off to a very good start…

masterboibinder:

bmarg12387:

That’s right, boy… listen to my voice and go deeper and deeper down. As my hand rubs you, it makes you so much more relaxed and open to my suggestions. You know you need to obey me and be obedient to me. Good Boy!

The more that hand brushed over his tenting erection and up his ripped torso, the less humiliation Jamie felt… he never much cared for the lewd groping his Professor made him endure during these 1-on-1 tutoring sessions. Jamie never fully understood why he let it happen… but as his cock stiffened and began to drip inside his shorts, Jamie could no longer deny just how much he wanted to obey the Professor. His resistant thoughts seemed to melt away as renewed thoughts of submission and obedience and enslavement swirled in his hypnotized dull brain. The Professor had so much to teach him… and he yearned to learn it all as his clouded mind heard the trigger phrase… ‘Teacher’s Pet!’

The Professor smiled as Jamie’s eyes fluttered and his body sank to his knees in a mindless blank receptive state. The trigger phrase from last year was still firmly in place in the boy’s subconscious… and as the Professor slipped the slave collar around Jamie’s bowed head, He couldn’t help but think that this new school term was getting off to a very good start…

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masterboibinder:

So empty and mindless, Jason doesn’t give a second thought to his own twitching hard-on… as he sinks deeper and deeper into his tranced hypnotic state, his glassy-eyed focus remains transfixed on his roommate’s beautiful juicy cock… he can’t help but lick the oozing drool from his lips… eagerly anticipating Master Brian’s command to service that amazing slab of manhood….

masterboibinder:

So empty and mindless, Jason doesn’t give a second thought to his own twitching hard-on… as he sinks deeper and deeper into his tranced hypnotic state, his glassy-eyed focus remains transfixed on his roommate’s beautiful juicy cock… he can’t help but lick the oozing drool from his lips… eagerly anticipating Master Brian’s command to service that amazing slab of manhood….