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Into the usual kinks...mind control, hypno, etc.
Tommy's eyes glazed over as he opened the files from his best bud Laird—Coach's hypnotic spirals and commands. His mind went blank, cock throbbing in his fist. He stroked mindlessly, drooling, utterly obedient. "Good boy," Coach's voice echoed. Tommy was one of Coach's boys now.
January 5, 2026 at 3:27 AM
Tommy's eyes glazed over as he opened the files from his best bud Laird—Coach's hypnotic spirals and commands. His mind went blank, cock throbbing in his fist. He stroked mindlessly, drooling, utterly obedient. "Good boy," Coach's voice echoed. Tommy was one of Coach's boys now.
One of coach's first boys, Sammy’s mind dripped with trance-wet static: Coach’s loops melted his IQ into pure, oiled-up beef. Flexing glazed pecs, he whispered “Empty head, open hole—bid high and wreck your himbo, Sirs” to the crowd of wealthy older men looking to make a purchase.
January 4, 2026 at 11:28 PM
One of coach's first boys, Sammy’s mind dripped with trance-wet static: Coach’s loops melted his IQ into pure, oiled-up beef. Flexing glazed pecs, he whispered “Empty head, open hole—bid high and wreck your himbo, Sirs” to the crowd of wealthy older men looking to make a purchase.
Ty slumped in the passenger seat as his dad Rob played Coach's new workout music. Eyes glazing, cocks hardening, "Show Coach what a good boy you are, like Pops." Lost in hypnotic bliss, he was only too willing to show off for his new coach and couldn't wait to serve along side daddy.
January 4, 2026 at 11:17 PM
Ty slumped in the passenger seat as his dad Rob played Coach's new workout music. Eyes glazing, cocks hardening, "Show Coach what a good boy you are, like Pops." Lost in hypnotic bliss, he was only too willing to show off for his new coach and couldn't wait to serve along side daddy.
He remembered the music seemed to immediately wash over him, instantly calming him. It was an acoustic guitar and the singer…the singer’s voice…it had been beautiful.
“As the tempo picks up and goes faster/feel yourself enslaved to the Music Master,” he sang.
“As the tempo picks up and goes faster/feel yourself enslaved to the Music Master,” he sang.
January 4, 2026 at 10:54 PM
He remembered the music seemed to immediately wash over him, instantly calming him. It was an acoustic guitar and the singer…the singer’s voice…it had been beautiful.
“As the tempo picks up and goes faster/feel yourself enslaved to the Music Master,” he sang.
“As the tempo picks up and goes faster/feel yourself enslaved to the Music Master,” he sang.
Dale and Trevor stared blankly, minds melted by Coach's hypnotic listening files. Obedient slaves now, they grind throbbing cocks together, fucking raw and deep in front of their Master Coach—lost in endless, blissful submission.
January 4, 2026 at 10:39 PM
Dale and Trevor stared blankly, minds melted by Coach's hypnotic listening files. Obedient slaves now, they grind throbbing cocks together, fucking raw and deep in front of their Master Coach—lost in endless, blissful submission.
Finished "Heated Rivalry". Humble brag...in my twink 20s, I hooked up regularly with an older, closeted NHL player on the downlow (he was in his 30s). The Scott/Kip eps gave me all the retro feels. Never got my Cup moment on the ice, alas. Hockey players have great asses tho. All that skating...🥵
January 2, 2026 at 5:17 AM
Finished "Heated Rivalry". Humble brag...in my twink 20s, I hooked up regularly with an older, closeted NHL player on the downlow (he was in his 30s). The Scott/Kip eps gave me all the retro feels. Never got my Cup moment on the ice, alas. Hockey players have great asses tho. All that skating...🥵
bath bomb cont. Sen. Hank Coleman greeted his son Trey. The boy had an investment opportunity for his pops: a new bath bomb. Coleman didn't understand what all the fuss was...until he put a bomb into his bath and stepped in.
The tingling was immediate. It burned through his mind. His cock hardened.
The tingling was immediate. It burned through his mind. His cock hardened.
January 2, 2026 at 4:44 AM
bath bomb cont. Sen. Hank Coleman greeted his son Trey. The boy had an investment opportunity for his pops: a new bath bomb. Coleman didn't understand what all the fuss was...until he put a bomb into his bath and stepped in.
The tingling was immediate. It burned through his mind. His cock hardened.
The tingling was immediate. It burned through his mind. His cock hardened.
Dr. Alan Willis hugged his son Rob, only to have Rob point out how much tension he was carrying in his shoulders. The bath bomb was eagerly accepted. No sooner was he soaking that Rob entered. Alan was too far gone to stop his son from stroking his cock. As he came, Alan had new purpose: to serve.
January 2, 2026 at 4:39 AM
Dr. Alan Willis hugged his son Rob, only to have Rob point out how much tension he was carrying in his shoulders. The bath bomb was eagerly accepted. No sooner was he soaking that Rob entered. Alan was too far gone to stop his son from stroking his cock. As he came, Alan had new purpose: to serve.
Bath Bombs cont.: Dr. Mesmer dispatched three of his athlete thralls to return home for the weekend and recruit their dads. First up was Mark's dad, hedge fund CEO Dick Langley. After seeing how relaxed Mark was, he agreed to give a soak a try. A few strokes and Mesmer acquired a new asset.
January 2, 2026 at 4:31 AM
Bath Bombs cont.: Dr. Mesmer dispatched three of his athlete thralls to return home for the weekend and recruit their dads. First up was Mark's dad, hedge fund CEO Dick Langley. After seeing how relaxed Mark was, he agreed to give a soak a try. A few strokes and Mesmer acquired a new asset.
Bath bombs cont. When his colleague Kai Tsu offered him a relaxing bath bomb to help him solve an equation that had been bothering him for 117 days, Mathematics genius Florian Dumas drew a bath, dropped the bomb in and eagerly climbed in. Within minutes he was literally stroking his cares away.
January 2, 2026 at 4:20 AM
Bath bombs cont. When his colleague Kai Tsu offered him a relaxing bath bomb to help him solve an equation that had been bothering him for 117 days, Mathematics genius Florian Dumas drew a bath, dropped the bomb in and eagerly climbed in. Within minutes he was literally stroking his cares away.
Bathbombs cont.
Fulbright Scholar Professor Tsu held the bathbomb the Dean had given him to test ("The donor wants discretion," the Dean had said).
He dropped the bomb in and stepped into the bath. He held his cock. His strokes were slow. Clinical. Cum soon shot out in thick ropes.
Fulbright Scholar Professor Tsu held the bathbomb the Dean had given him to test ("The donor wants discretion," the Dean had said).
He dropped the bomb in and stepped into the bath. He held his cock. His strokes were slow. Clinical. Cum soon shot out in thick ropes.
January 2, 2026 at 4:00 AM
Bathbombs cont.
Fulbright Scholar Professor Tsu held the bathbomb the Dean had given him to test ("The donor wants discretion," the Dean had said).
He dropped the bomb in and stepped into the bath. He held his cock. His strokes were slow. Clinical. Cum soon shot out in thick ropes.
Fulbright Scholar Professor Tsu held the bathbomb the Dean had given him to test ("The donor wants discretion," the Dean had said).
He dropped the bomb in and stepped into the bath. He held his cock. His strokes were slow. Clinical. Cum soon shot out in thick ropes.
Bathbomb takeover continues:
At Dr. Mesmer’s urging, Coach Baynard told Dean Jefferson, that a wealthy alumni backer was eager to fund the school’s new aquatic center—in exchange for trialing the bath bomb product. The Dean, eager for the donation, agrees, unknowingly signing his surrender.
At Dr. Mesmer’s urging, Coach Baynard told Dean Jefferson, that a wealthy alumni backer was eager to fund the school’s new aquatic center—in exchange for trialing the bath bomb product. The Dean, eager for the donation, agrees, unknowingly signing his surrender.
January 2, 2026 at 3:45 AM
Bathbomb takeover continues:
At Dr. Mesmer’s urging, Coach Baynard told Dean Jefferson, that a wealthy alumni backer was eager to fund the school’s new aquatic center—in exchange for trialing the bath bomb product. The Dean, eager for the donation, agrees, unknowingly signing his surrender.
At Dr. Mesmer’s urging, Coach Baynard told Dean Jefferson, that a wealthy alumni backer was eager to fund the school’s new aquatic center—in exchange for trialing the bath bomb product. The Dean, eager for the donation, agrees, unknowingly signing his surrender.
Coach Baynard berated Rob's recent performances at practice. He needed to get his head back in the game...which is when coach pulled out a softball-size bath bomb. Coach didn’t smile. “You want to keep your scholarship?” Rob’s spine stiffened. “Of course.”
“Then you’ll use it. Tonight
“Then you’ll use it. Tonight
January 1, 2026 at 2:43 PM
Coach Baynard berated Rob's recent performances at practice. He needed to get his head back in the game...which is when coach pulled out a softball-size bath bomb. Coach didn’t smile. “You want to keep your scholarship?” Rob’s spine stiffened. “Of course.”
“Then you’ll use it. Tonight
“Then you’ll use it. Tonight
Tony Marino, the ripped gym god, can't resist Music Master's hypnotic LPs anymore. Veins pulsing, cock throbbing hard, he stood naked—muscles frozen in trance. Sweat beads on his chiseled abs as the lyrics commanded: "Now ready to fall on your knees/Happy to have heard all my LPs."
December 30, 2025 at 9:27 PM
Tony Marino, the ripped gym god, can't resist Music Master's hypnotic LPs anymore. Veins pulsing, cock throbbing hard, he stood naked—muscles frozen in trance. Sweat beads on his chiseled abs as the lyrics commanded: "Now ready to fall on your knees/Happy to have heard all my LPs."
Inspired by: www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/4...
The Org Hotel mirror throbbed with light, strobing into Stu’s pupils until his thoughts melted like syrupy. Pulse by pulse his shirt slid off, jeans unbuttoned and tight grey briefs bulged. "I'm a very good, hypnotized boy for the Org Hotel."
The Org Hotel mirror throbbed with light, strobing into Stu’s pupils until his thoughts melted like syrupy. Pulse by pulse his shirt slid off, jeans unbuttoned and tight grey briefs bulged. "I'm a very good, hypnotized boy for the Org Hotel."
December 30, 2025 at 9:02 PM
Inspired by: www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/4...
The Org Hotel mirror throbbed with light, strobing into Stu’s pupils until his thoughts melted like syrupy. Pulse by pulse his shirt slid off, jeans unbuttoned and tight grey briefs bulged. "I'm a very good, hypnotized boy for the Org Hotel."
The Org Hotel mirror throbbed with light, strobing into Stu’s pupils until his thoughts melted like syrupy. Pulse by pulse his shirt slid off, jeans unbuttoned and tight grey briefs bulged. "I'm a very good, hypnotized boy for the Org Hotel."
Hal Talbot, 44, was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so when the 32 yo gym trainer Dax Finley next door offered a dongle with a month free to a new streaming service "Mesmerplex" (offering movies still in cinemas), he couldn't say no. His 19 yo son Tommy plugged it into their HDTV.
December 26, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Hal Talbot, 44, was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so when the 32 yo gym trainer Dax Finley next door offered a dongle with a month free to a new streaming service "Mesmerplex" (offering movies still in cinemas), he couldn't say no. His 19 yo son Tommy plugged it into their HDTV.
Alan couldn't stop listening to the track his dad sent him. The lyrics seemed to erotically charge him:
Straight boy surrender, drop to your knees,
Music Master's cock is all you'll ever need.
Pulse in your veins, throb in your hole,
Gay slave forever, lose all control.
Straight boy surrender, drop to your knees,
Music Master's cock is all you'll ever need.
Pulse in your veins, throb in your hole,
Gay slave forever, lose all control.
December 23, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Alan couldn't stop listening to the track his dad sent him. The lyrics seemed to erotically charge him:
Straight boy surrender, drop to your knees,
Music Master's cock is all you'll ever need.
Pulse in your veins, throb in your hole,
Gay slave forever, lose all control.
Straight boy surrender, drop to your knees,
Music Master's cock is all you'll ever need.
Pulse in your veins, throb in your hole,
Gay slave forever, lose all control.
The purchase from Miller's Christmas tree farm pumped hypnotic pheromones into Peter’s lungs the instant he dragged it home; pupils glaze, cock swells, and the once-proud man stripped nude, a cup filled with the strange alien sap that now owned his will.
December 22, 2025 at 1:06 PM
The purchase from Miller's Christmas tree farm pumped hypnotic pheromones into Peter’s lungs the instant he dragged it home; pupils glaze, cock swells, and the once-proud man stripped nude, a cup filled with the strange alien sap that now owned his will.
Ewan soon learned why everyone in the athletic shoe store seemed to be dazed. Prized shoes purchase, he returned home & tried the kicks on. The red sneakers pulsed nanotech spirals into his soles; legs kicked skyward and the 19-year-old’s brain melted into a horny drone ready to stroke on command.
December 22, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Ewan soon learned why everyone in the athletic shoe store seemed to be dazed. Prized shoes purchase, he returned home & tried the kicks on. The red sneakers pulsed nanotech spirals into his soles; legs kicked skyward and the 19-year-old’s brain melted into a horny drone ready to stroke on command.
Noah perched obediently on the bed, his mind-melting winter hat (a gift from his neighbor now Master) calming his thoughts. Stripped bare like a good boy should. His circumcised cock twitched half-hard as heavy balls dangled. His eyes lost in hypnotic surrender, craving his Master's next command.
December 21, 2025 at 1:02 PM
Noah perched obediently on the bed, his mind-melting winter hat (a gift from his neighbor now Master) calming his thoughts. Stripped bare like a good boy should. His circumcised cock twitched half-hard as heavy balls dangled. His eyes lost in hypnotic surrender, craving his Master's next command.
The Music Master walked over to Danny, reached in front of him and tweaked both of Danny’s tits, headphones unmoved. “As the tempo picks up and goes faster, feel myself enslaved to The Music Master,” Danny sang.
“Feel your body start to hum/only my music can make you cum,” The Music Master ordered.
“Feel your body start to hum/only my music can make you cum,” The Music Master ordered.
December 20, 2025 at 5:13 PM
The Music Master walked over to Danny, reached in front of him and tweaked both of Danny’s tits, headphones unmoved. “As the tempo picks up and goes faster, feel myself enslaved to The Music Master,” Danny sang.
“Feel your body start to hum/only my music can make you cum,” The Music Master ordered.
“Feel your body start to hum/only my music can make you cum,” The Music Master ordered.
The gym trainers held Malcolm down until the nanobots in the blue piping on the now mandatory workout shirt took hold. They held his head in place until his straight mind literally went *PING* as the gym's new owner, Tech Whiz Deacon Thomas, lowed his track pants and Malcom took his first cock.
December 18, 2025 at 11:55 PM
The gym trainers held Malcolm down until the nanobots in the blue piping on the now mandatory workout shirt took hold. They held his head in place until his straight mind literally went *PING* as the gym's new owner, Tech Whiz Deacon Thomas, lowed his track pants and Malcom took his first cock.
Keith, enslaved earlier by Master's hypnotic video game, eagerly grips roommate Dek's throbbing cock as Dek plays the game. Keith's strokes pulse with obedience, building until—PING—Dek's mind snaps, lost in blissful submission and now the two will serve together. "Told ya it'd blow your mind."
December 18, 2025 at 12:23 PM
Keith, enslaved earlier by Master's hypnotic video game, eagerly grips roommate Dek's throbbing cock as Dek plays the game. Keith's strokes pulse with obedience, building until—PING—Dek's mind snaps, lost in blissful submission and now the two will serve together. "Told ya it'd blow your mind."
Jay put on a pair of Antlerz all his bros online kept talking about. The pulsing microchip in the headband made Jay's mind melt. "Snap your pic in my antlers... bare that cock like a good boy." Jay obeyed, his dick throbbing.
He came as he posted across his socials: bros, ya gotta check out Antlerz
He came as he posted across his socials: bros, ya gotta check out Antlerz
December 16, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Jay put on a pair of Antlerz all his bros online kept talking about. The pulsing microchip in the headband made Jay's mind melt. "Snap your pic in my antlers... bare that cock like a good boy." Jay obeyed, his dick throbbing.
He came as he posted across his socials: bros, ya gotta check out Antlerz
He came as he posted across his socials: bros, ya gotta check out Antlerz
The male shop clerk handed Zane a pair of shorts, but Zane replied they weren't his color. The clerk insisted in a he try them on, telling him in a monotone that "he'd change his mind once they were on."
He had barely pulled them over his legs, before the numbness spread to his brain.
He had barely pulled them over his legs, before the numbness spread to his brain.
December 13, 2025 at 11:03 AM
The male shop clerk handed Zane a pair of shorts, but Zane replied they weren't his color. The clerk insisted in a he try them on, telling him in a monotone that "he'd change his mind once they were on."
He had barely pulled them over his legs, before the numbness spread to his brain.
He had barely pulled them over his legs, before the numbness spread to his brain.