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

hypnoboys:

So relaxed… the hand pulls toward the forehead as Greg relaxes deeper and deeper… feeling the pull of the hypnotic magnets in his hand and forehead… when the magnets touch… down he goes into deep relaxation. The magnets erasing thought, memory… just a mindless puppet…

The soothing, controlling sound of His voice penetrates deeper and deeper into Greg’s tranced subconsciousness… "Alright My handsome straight Jock Puppet… let your hand follow the magnets down your body… remove those shorts… you find them completely unnecessary… it’s time to re-attach your strings, my studly little marionette. We have a guest coming over soon who wishes to be entertained… you want to put on a good show for him, don’t you, my little Jock Puppet…”

masterboibinder:

hypnoboys:

So relaxed… the hand pulls toward the forehead as Greg relaxes deeper and deeper… feeling the pull of the hypnotic magnets in his hand and forehead… when the magnets touch… down he goes into deep relaxation. The magnets erasing thought, memory… just a mindless puppet…

The soothing, controlling sound of His voice penetrates deeper and deeper into Greg’s tranced subconsciousness… "Alright My handsome straight Jock Puppet… let your hand follow the magnets down your body… remove those shorts… you find them completely unnecessary… it’s time to re-attach your strings, my studly little marionette. We have a guest coming over soon who wishes to be entertained… you want to put on a good show for him, don’t you, my little Jock Puppet…

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captionstojerkby:

"It’s amazing, isn’t it? Bet you didn’t even know it could do that, did you?"
He nods dully. Amazed.
Not that he’s dull! He’s smart, really—I mean, he’s not gonna make any breakthroughs in theoretical physics, or anything, but he definitely didn’t just get in on the football scholarship. Sure, I help him with his homework, sometimes—I always have, ever since high school—but he’s not dull. Nope. Not dull.
At least not usually—at the moment, underneath all his amazement, it’s harder to say. He’s so amazed that you couldn’t really test his intelligence right now; if you asked him a question he was confused about (and he’s already pretty confused) he’d look to me groggily for an answer, an explanation, like he’s looking to me for an explanation of the amazing fact that his football has suddenly developed the ability to levitate.
It hasn’t, of course. The football is still in his hand, no matter what I’ve made him think. Amazingly, though—and hypnosis is an amazing thing—he can actually see it floating right above his fingers: this ordinary, mundane, unimportant object that he thought he understood and knew intimately—something that was always by his side, something that he took for granted as always being there, to hand in high school and following him just as naturally to college—has suddenly shown a different, unexpected side of itself he never knew existed. Has suddenly gone and done something so very, very amazing.
And it will make it seem less amazing when, back in our dorm room, as I whisper and coo and reinforce all those feelings of wonderment and awe, I take advantage of the fact that his lips are already slightly parted in amazement.

captionstojerkby:

"It’s amazing, isn’t it? Bet you didn’t even know it could do that, did you?"

He nods dully. Amazed.

Not that he’s dull! He’s smart, really—I mean, he’s not gonna make any breakthroughs in theoretical physics, or anything, but he definitely didn’t just get in on the football scholarship. Sure, I help him with his homework, sometimes—I always have, ever since high school—but he’s not dull. Nope. Not dull.

At least not usually—at the moment, underneath all his amazement, it’s harder to say. He’s so amazed that you couldn’t really test his intelligence right now; if you asked him a question he was confused about (and he’s already pretty confused) he’d look to me groggily for an answer, an explanation, like he’s looking to me for an explanation of the amazing fact that his football has suddenly developed the ability to levitate.

It hasn’t, of course. The football is still in his hand, no matter what I’ve made him think. Amazingly, though—and hypnosis is an amazing thing—he can actually see it floating right above his fingers: this ordinary, mundane, unimportant object that he thought he understood and knew intimately—something that was always by his side, something that he took for granted as always being there, to hand in high school and following him just as naturally to college—has suddenly shown a different, unexpected side of itself he never knew existed. Has suddenly gone and done something so very, very amazing.

And it will make it seem less amazing when, back in our dorm room, as I whisper and coo and reinforce all those feelings of wonderment and awe, I take advantage of the fact that his lips are already slightly parted in amazement.

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barebackstation:

He stares at the dust dancing in the air, his mind blank, while his hand moves on its own stroking his cock. There is no sign of the impending orgasm in his body: all the muscles are relaxed, his breathing is easy, his nipples are soft.
And then he’s ordered to cum and he does, wave after wave of pleasure blooming on his cock and landing… nowhere. He doesn’t even notice the most intense orgasm in his life, but his body will know, and yearn for it, and will drag him along in its quest for it.

barebackstation:

He stares at the dust dancing in the air, his mind blank, while his hand moves on its own stroking his cock. There is no sign of the impending orgasm in his body: all the muscles are relaxed, his breathing is easy, his nipples are soft.

And then he’s ordered to cum and he does, wave after wave of pleasure blooming on his cock and landing… nowhere. He doesn’t even notice the most intense orgasm in his life, but his body will know, and yearn for it, and will drag him along in its quest for it.

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bmarg12387:

He had no idea when he committed himself to being a GOOD Boy and submitting to Master’s training that he would feel this good.  The changes are starting to show results.  And as he returns to Master’s voice in his head to stroke out his reward… it just brings a smile to his face.

bmarg12387:

He had no idea when he committed himself to being a GOOD Boy and submitting to Master’s training that he would feel this good.  The changes are starting to show results.  And as he returns to Master’s voice in his head to stroke out his reward… it just brings a smile to his face.

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sleepermind:

Watch the master hypnotist in action… so confident… staring you down as he swings his massive cock… back and forth… back and forth… holding your stare… you know you don’t stand a chance… cock so alluring… eyes so mesmerizing… trance so inviting… so easy to just follow the cock and get lost in the eyes… mindless… blissful… deep

sleepermind:

Watch the master hypnotist in action… so confident… staring you down as he swings his massive cock… back and forth… back and forth… holding your stare… you know you don’t stand a chance… cock so alluring… eyes so mesmerizing… trance so inviting… so easy to just follow the cock and get lost in the eyes… mindless… blissful… deep

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bmarg12387:


Relaxed and open to his master’s voice, Boi just keeps sliding further into mindless oblivion… so easy to relax, going deeper… second nature by now…

"BONE UP, BOI"
That was the trigger employed by his master… the simple, yet effective 3-word phrase planted deep in Boi’s subconscious… the hypno trigger that sent boi into a mind-numbing trance. Ensnared in this state, Boi was little more than an empty-headed sex puppet for Master’s whims and desires.
When Boi moved in a few months earlier, Master immediately got the sense boi was a bit of a horndawg… always surfing the porn sites and asking Master about the best clubs to pick up girls. It took some doing, but Master eventually installed a few subliminal hypno programs on all the straight porn sites boi visited regularly, and poor Boi… he never really realized how it happened, but he started to surf certain bi and gay sites, too… visiting the straight porn sites less and less.
And then there was the fact that whenever Master was home, he’d typically strip down to his underwear… sometimes even naked. Since Boi had always sort of idolized his Master, he started hanging out at the house with Master more frequently… often stripping down just like Master. And then came the ‘jerk-off’ competitions… something they hadn’t done since they were adolescents. It was during these brotherly jerk off games that Master started planting the'BONE UP, BOI' trigger.
Initially, it never seemed like a gay thing… mostly because it was Master. But as time passed with Master implementing the trigger more frequently, Boi’s mind slowly dissolved… melted into a horny mush of obedient compliance… specially when it came to whatever Master desired…
“BONE UP, BOI! I’ve got a few buds coming over soon… I want you to start broadening your horizons… I’m gonna introduce you to some new Masters tonight who like playing fun kinky games with a good obedient slave like you… My BONED UP BOI!”

bmarg12387:

Relaxed and open to his master’s voice, Boi just keeps sliding further into mindless oblivion… so easy to relax, going deeper… second nature by now…

"BONE UP, BOI"

That was the trigger employed by his master… the simple, yet effective 3-word phrase planted deep in Boi’s subconscious… the hypno trigger that sent boi into a mind-numbing trance. Ensnared in this state, Boi was little more than an empty-headed sex puppet for Master’s whims and desires.

When Boi moved in a few months earlier, Master immediately got the sense boi was a bit of a horndawg… always surfing the porn sites and asking Master about the best clubs to pick up girls. It took some doing, but Master eventually installed a few subliminal hypno programs on all the straight porn sites boi visited regularly, and poor Boi… he never really realized how it happened, but he started to surf certain bi and gay sites, too… visiting the straight porn sites less and less.

And then there was the fact that whenever Master was home, he’d typically strip down to his underwear… sometimes even naked. Since Boi had always sort of idolized his Master, he started hanging out at the house with Master more frequently… often stripping down just like Master. And then came the ‘jerk-off’ competitions… something they hadn’t done since they were adolescents. It was during these brotherly jerk off games that Master started planting the'BONE UP, BOI' trigger.

Initially, it never seemed like a gay thing… mostly because it was Master. But as time passed with Master implementing the trigger more frequently, Boi’s mind slowly dissolved… melted into a horny mush of obedient compliance… specially when it came to whatever Master desired…

BONE UP, BOI! I’ve got a few buds coming over soon… I want you to start broadening your horizons… I’m gonna introduce you to some new Masters tonight who like playing fun kinky games with a good obedient slave like you… My BONED UP BOI!

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