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DROOLING with PURPOSE

6 Simple Ways to Use that Hypnotized Hunk you've got just Laying around Your House!

If you're anything like me, then you too are guilty of hypnotizing too many men and leaving them in piles around the place!

One day, you're obsessed with turning Sam the mailman into a personal footstool, but then Ricardo the handyman shows up and is practically begging to become your new puppy! By the end of the night, you've entranced Jacob the jogger and Luis the pizza boy too. After the fun, you've left them all heaped together in the same corner, drooling all over themselves.

It's a mess!

Hypnotists like me understand just how easy it is to accumulate these mindlessly enthralled slaves and just how much saliva they produce (it's a lot)! That's why my article will walk you through different ways to put these things to work. Their mouths need something to do, aside from just salivating in perpetual submission that is...

Follow me as I walk through 6 ways I put my hypnotized meat-sacks to good use:

1: Boot-Smoocher

It might seem like a redundant job, but have you ever come home from a long day of work and needed a little care and respect? Imagine opening the door to find one of your mindlessly devoted slaves crawling forward, anxious to express their love and devotion to something as simple as your shoe.

There really is no better feeling!

Some days, I worry when I stay in the office later than normal, knowing my boy is sitting back home, by the door, drooling for the moment he can kiss my shoes and welcome his master home. I start to feel bad after a while, keeping my shoes from him. He always makes out with them a few minutes longer when I return late.

It really helps remind me not to put work over the more important areas of my life...

2: Ass-Kisser

This job might be even more redundant than the last, but I don't care! It's twice the fun!

If I were you, I'd save this job for someone really irritating. It'll be more rewarding to see someone you dislike reduced to kissing butt. Maybe you accidentally hypnotized an overbearing landlord or a nosy neighbor?

Personally, I entranced a security guard that kept sending homophobic jokes my way. I was about to discard his brainless ass after he was a slobbering idiot, but decided not to.

I've got to say, the big guy has fallen in love with what he does. He'll passionately make out with your ass for hours if you let him, through your pants or not!

He's great for parties! You never really know who's a dominant freak until you get them around a willing ass-kisser...

3: Shoe-Licker

And now we are getting to the part of the list that is much more utilitarian than before.

Sure, there is still fun to be had while getting your shoes licked and polished clean, especially when it's being done by a hypnotized hunk of your choosing. Still, you can't expect him to stay clean for long.

I don't know about you, but my boots get caked in mud and all sorts of garbage walking around the city. A good shoe-licker gets it all off, and knows exactly how to get everything perfectly clean for his master. Saliva is perfect for loosening up and breaking down long-dried dirt, and my slave has even started using his bushy beard as a sort of brush on especially covered areas.

My point is, once you hypnotize a man into being the perfect boot cleaner, you have to be comfortable seeing him use his mouth to do some pretty nasty things. I'm talking about slowly sucking week-old gum off the bottom of your shoe, swallowing the mulch that got wedged in your sole, and much much more.

Don't expect that man to have a neat smile ever again! Still, he'll be happy to serve his master, and it's better than leaving him to mindlessly drool all over the carpet...

4. Toilet-Scrubber

Someone's gotta clean the bathroom, but it doesn't have to be you!

Imagine programming one of your slaves to use his mouth to clean the room every time you step out of it. I've got a hypnotized man stationed all over the house for this exact purpose. The bathroom is the most useful.

Each time I walk in, the walls are gleaming, the floor shining, and the porcelain immaculate.

It's because Tony here gets to work the second I step out of the room and shut the door. He stops kneeling in the corner and begins licking, sucking, slobbering over every inch of my bathroom he knows so well.

Yes, that includes the toilet.

I'm sure this might seem gross to a lot of readers, but hey, out of sight is out of mind! He only works when I'm not there. I could have the wildest time at a club, come home and not worry about absolutely destroying my bathroom. By the next morning, it'll be licked freshly clean, and my slave Tony will be kneeling in the corner, waiting for me to leave so his mouth can resume it's work...

5. Vacuum-Cleaner

Think "Human Roomba". It's obviously cheaper than one, and hotter too, if I do say so myself.

I hypnotized this guy to be my vacuum cleaner a while back, and since then, he's been glued to the floor pretty much 24-7. Occasionally, I pull his mouth away from the carpet and stuff him in a closet when I have people over, but otherwise, he's face down on the floor, with his tongue working in circles.

A human roomba is pretty nice. This guy knows how to work his tongue against tile, linoleum, carpet, hardwood, anything. He moves things out of the way to get his mouth to every inch of the floor, and he puts them back perfectly.

The best part is the way his ass is always up and on display as he works!

He can only think about sucking dirt and hair off the floor, so he doesn't mind if his master wants to play around with his two glorious globes. As a vacuum cleaner, he's completely indifferent...

6: Cock-Warmer

I don't think I need to write a lot for this one. It's probably the most obvious way to use a mouth when there is no mind attached to it.

I'm rather embarrassed by how messy mine is at the moment. Usually, one of my other hypnotized hunks that are devoted to cleaning have hit him by now. This one isn't useful for anything other than insertion and warmth so he needs another mouth to come by and suck all the mess off his lips and chin.

Anyways, he's exactly what I call him.

At night, when I'm ready for sleep, I put him on my dick so it stays warm. Obviously, that leads to certain pleasures in the morning, but I mostly enjoy having someone dedicated to my penis throughout the quiet hours of the city. Everyone might be asleep, including myself, but there's at least one guy awake, dedicated to holding my dick in that soft mouth of his...

So that's the list! Hope you learned some new ways to use one of the hypnotized hunks you've surely got laying around the house.

Like anyone else, they need a purpose too!

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Joeyyy...," Harrison's words came out slow and dumb, his lips feeling unusually sluggish, "...wuzz with thehh pictures?"

The dazed hunk of flesh gazed up the stairs to his step-son. Joey snapped a photo of him, and he couldn't figure out why the boy was acting so strange. He didn't see anything to snicker about, let alone take a picture of. Then again, Harrison was having a hard time keeping up with the conversation. Had he missed something?

"I didn't expect to see such a wild bush," Joey laughed, but Harrison didn't follow.

"Uuh wildde..." he managed to articulate, though it took some time, "...bushhh...?"

"Yes, a wild..." Joey repeated slowly, "...bush," nodding each syllable like he was teaching a kindergartner to read, "You should really trim that thing."

Harrison stared numbly up to his step-son. What was this boy talking about? He could barely remember getting home from the office, but the air in the house had gotten noticeably thicker. He felt like he was moving through molasses or talking underwater, and his head felt the worst of it. Every thought took so much effort, like his brain had been switched to manual mode. Listening to his son required thinking; trying to understand his words took thinking; even getting himself to follow what the words said took so much thought! All the while, his boy kept laughing and taking pictures like he was messing it all up.

"...triih...him thuh bushizz..." he finally understood what his step-son was getting at.

Harrison's mind might have gone slow at some point after getting home, but he'd kept up his interaction with the kid perfectly. He'd managed to follow what the boy said and focused hard enough to orchestrate all of his limbs as naturally as he could. Fingers were the hardest to keep from fumbling, but he'd successfully pulled off his office suit and stripped down to his underwear.

His step-son might be able to talk circles around him at the moment, but he'd kept up so far. Harrison slowly turned his body, taking one lumbering step towards the garage.

"Jesus, dude!" his step-son yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Harrison locked his limbs before his other foot took a step and turned back through the molasses. Had he misunderstood? His face was heating up from the realization that he might've not followed the conversation.

He could feel the humiliation coming from a mile away as he saw the way his boy was interrogating him, "...huhhh?"

"Where are you going?"

Harrison stared dumbly back up at the kid who clearly knew something he didn't. "...thuh guh...rajj," he tried to answer as clearly as he could, "...to trimmm...thuhh bushizz..."

Howling laughter sounded through the house as his step-son strolled down the stairs. He planted a palm on his step-dad's shoulder as he tried to stifle his giggles.

Harrison was just in awe of the boy's quick, coordinated movements. His arms and legs felt far to big and heavy to move like that.

"That hypnosis really shrunk that brain of yours," Joey chuckled with a tap at Harrison's forehead.

The stupefied hunk of meat lifted two heavy palms to his head, suddenly worried it was shrinking like Joey said. Is that why he'd seen the boy laughing and taking photos?

"Put your hands down, idiot," Joey smirked.

Harrison dropped his arms, not wanting to look like more of an doofus than he already did. The man tried to twist his face into a relaxed grin. He might not know what was going on, but he wanted his step-son to think he was in on the joke, whatever it was.

"I should probably snap you out of this before Mom gets home," Joey told him, "but you're just so much more enjoyable like this."

"Thahhhh...nks..." Harrison responded, recognizing a compliment.

His step-son smiled at that, so it must've been the right thing to say. Harrison had to admit that his relationship with Joey had been rocky the last few months since moving in. It'd honestly been rocky ever since he began seeing the boy's mother, and lately, he'd been arguing with the kid each night, coming home from work to find none of the chores done. It always used to piss him off.

That all seemed so distant to him now. He was just happy to finally get along with his step-son, though not without putting in a lot of effort. Keeping up with this boy was exhausting, and he just felt so slow and dumb at the moment.

"We've still got an hour till mom gets home," Joey tells his step-dad, "Didn't you tell me you wanted to show me something?"

Harrison racks his brain, trying to remember what he wanted to show his step-son. If he could just think clearly, it would come back to him and he wouldn't look like such a mouth-breathing cow!

"Uh.." is all he manages.

"Well, you stripped down to your undies," his step-son reminds him, "and your package is already almost hanging out. I think you were going to show me your dick and balls."

"Riighh...!" Harrison grunts, moving an arm to paw at the organs between his legs. In his uncoordinated haste, he hits himself in the nuts a few times before finally stretching his underwear and tucking it beneath his balls. They were out! He'd managed to do show Joey what he'd wanted. "Heere...theh arrr..." he grunts, ignoring the pain of the waistband cutting into his sack.

Joey looked at his step-dad's cock and balls. The 19 year-old sneered at the flopping meat stick and said, "I bet my real dad's were bigger."

"Yeahh..." Harrison agreed before processing the words, "...problyy..."

The mention of Joey's real dad led the step-father's mind to wander even more than it already had. His wife's old husband was a lowlife or something. He could remember hearing that he'd abandoned the family around the time Joey was born. Why would his step-son bring him up now, while he's showing the boy his manhood. This was a private father-son moment between the two of them.

"Hello?" Harrison refocused on reality as Joey waved a hand in front of his face, "Earth to idiot? You listening to me?"

"Uh huhh..."

"Fuck, that hypnosis really turned your brain into mush," his step-son rolled his eyes, "You believe anything I tell you right now?"

"Yehhh..." he answered. Joey wouldn't lie, and he was in no state to be arguing about what was and wasn't true.

"Ok good," the kid smirked, "From now on, that dick is mine. It's not your manhood, it's a part of mine. Got it?"

"Thiss izz yorrs..." the step-father croaked, looking down at his flacid shaft sitting on two bloated balls. He gave it a gentle tug, wondering if he should say goodbye, "...yourr diiick..."

*SLAP*

Pain on Harrison's knuckles followed. Joey had slapped his hand away from his crotch, and his step-father couldn't have felt more embarassed and aloof. He must've done something wrong. He must've not understood because of how dumb and slow his brain felt.

"So you can't touch it unless I say," the boy told his step-dad tersely, "That means if you gotta pee, wanna wash it in the shower, jerk it whatever! You have to find me and ask. Understand, old man?"

"Yeaa..." his voice came out as a shaky whisper, again agreeing before he could even register what he was promising.

"I don't care if you are at your little office and need to take a leak, you have to get call or something so I can give you permission to touch your little peepee! Just have to try and hold it if I don't answer, or go ahead and piss yourself. I don't fucking care!"

Harrison looked into his step-son's eyes, staring back at him, unshaking, confident, assured. His own eyes felt lazy and wandered if he didn't focus hard enough. Joey wants this, and he will do it for him. Looking, back down at his penis, he didn't see his manhood. He saw his step-son's property attached to his body. It'd be easier to just give it back to him, but that's just not possible, so this new situation would have to do.

"It also means you can't use it to fuck my mom unless you ask," Joey explained through clenched teeth, "And I sure as hell won't be giving you permission to do that."

"...uh..kayy..." he nodded to show that he understands.

"God, you're dumb," Joey looked at the near-naked man in disdain, "But I guess it's time to bring you out of this trance."

"...traaancee..." Harrison mumbled, remembering how this all started, recalling Joey wanting to put him in a trance right after he got home from work. Is that what's been going on here?

"I'm going to wake you up when I snap my fingers," he held up a hand, ready to snap, "And everything I've convinced you to believe will be cemented into your thick skull. You'll believe that cock is mine with your entire fucking brain. You ready to stop drooling?"

The step-father barely had any time to process what he was being told, and all his efforts to keep up went out the window when the long strings of drool were brought to his attention. There was a pool of cold saliva resting in the hairs of his chest. How hadn't he noticed?

*SNAP*

Harrison's intellect, awareness, and motor skills all rushed back at once. His hands flew to his face, brushing all the drool off his chin as he regained his balance in the room. Glancing around, he noticed his work clothes strewn across the floor. His jacket and tie were crumpled, but he needed to adjust his nuts first. The underwear was cutting into his flesh uncomfortably, so he just pulled them down his legs, and turned to his step-son.

"Um..ok, so I guess your hypnosis actually worked," he admitted, "But you shouldn't have let me leave my work clothes on the floor like that. They'll get wrinkled."

"Sorry, dude," Joey chuckled, watching the naked man scramble to straighten out all the fancy clothes, "But you dropped them there."

"Because I was in your trance, young man," he answered sternly, "You didn't even vaccuum, Joey. There's crap all over my slacks!"

"You're not still on me about chores are you!" the kid whined.

"You still have not done them."

"Maybe I'll just hypnotize you to do them for me."

Harrison just sighed. Now that he was out of trance, he realized he was probably just playing along with the boy's fantasy of being able to hypnotize someone. It's not actually possible. "Mmm hm."

"You don't believe me?" Joey gasped incredulously, "You're fucking naked right now! Your dick's out and swinging around the room! How the hell do you think you got like that?"

Harrison stood up straight and turned back to his son. With his suit finally collected and at least somewhat folded, he draped the clothing over the couch, unveiling his entirely nude body to the boy.

"I was going along with that so-called trance. And don't act like I'm making you uncomfortable," he threw a hand on the boy's shoulder. Harrison leaned in closer to his step-son, whispering, "This is your dick, afterall. How do you think I feel with it on my body."

"Right," Joey managed to answer, though he was a bit flustered as his step-dad backed away, giving him a fatherly look of approval. The boy had never seen the man so comfortable around him. That annoying little smirk of approval was almost hot now that he was naked and unknowingly under his control. One simple hypnosis session, and he had completely altered the way a grown man understood the reality of his own body!

"You think I can take a piss with your dick real quick?" his old man asked like it was the most normal thing in the world, "I've been holding it since the drive home."

"Uh, yeah," Joey gulped nervously, "Knock yourself out."

His step-dad tussled his hair, "Thanks bud," and strutted off to the bathroom, his heavy bubble butt jiggling on full display.

"Wait!" Joey called, overwhelmed by a new impulse, "I don't think I'm comfortable with you touching...um...my dick."

Harrison stuck his head out from the bathroom, "Would you mind getting in here and holding it then? I really have to go!"

Joey stared back at the man for a moment, watching his step-dad's face slowly get more and more uncomfortable from forcing the piss in his bladder to wait. Joey could say no and watch the man leak all over the floor, or he could head in there and hold the guy's penis. He wasn't sure where that would go.

Joey was fairly positive that his father would allow him to jack off his dick if he asked. Afterall, it's his now. Why not?

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PLANNING A HALLOWEEN PARTY...

(customer service rep)

Thanks for calling customer service, this is Jason. What can I help you with?

What was that, sir?

Did you say you wanted to hypnotize me?

Um, okay.

Yes...

I am hypnotized.

I am your hypnotized slave. I will stand up and start playing with my dick.

Yes, you are my master. I can feel your words sinking into my skull. They are all I can hear. I just want to serve. I'm ready to serve you as your slave.

Yes, I will always be honest and open with you, master.

Yes, I am reasonably attractive. I am six two and I work out six times a week.

Yes, I will start working out more for you. I am here to serve you.

You need a house for a Halloween party tonight?

Of course, master. I'd be happy to go home and set up my house for your party.

Yes, I'll tell my boss I'm quitting now. Thank you, master, for taking over my life so I could throw your Halloween party.

(personal doctor)

Good afternoon, my favorite client.

I know the patient doesn't usually help the doctor, but man did you help me out earlier today. Your little hypnosis session made me realize so many things about myself. Like how I can't fucking stand my wife. I don't ever want to see that needy woman again, and my kids were always just parasites to me. All I can think about is you sir.

And thinking about you gives me a rock solid erection.

I'll be at your Halloween party tonight.

I wouldn't miss it for the world. Me and my income are now at your disposal. Just say the word and I'll do whatever you ask. I'd do anything for some alone time with my favorite patient. Maybe tonight we can sneak off from your party and play doctor. Only I need you to be the man in charge. I bet you'd be great at probing my anus, and my asshole is long overdue for a good stretching.

I can't believe that less than 12 hours ago, I was a boring stray lace doctor with an even more forgettable family. I think I was supposed to take my kids trick-or-treating tonight, but your Halloween party is where I belong.

I'm just your hot, rich doctor.

The only thing I need to be happy is my favorite guy, and that's you. God, tonight is going to be amazing.

(construction worker)

Um, hello, master.

I'm still getting used to calling you that, sir.

It's the construction worker you hypnotized earlier today.

Just wanted to show you what I was wearing to your party tonight. Earlier today, you told me to wear my work clothes like a slut. So I thought I could let my chest and biceps hang out for everyone to see. I just want to make sure this is slutty enough for my master. Let me know if it's not. I can pull these pants off and wear an old jockstrap. Maybe I'll throw my tool belt over it. That would make me look like the fag of the construction site.

My crew already thinks of me as the team's whore. I started flirting and coming on to them after you left today. They laughed and called me a queer, but some of them fucked my throat in the porta potty. It was nasty.

But I'm just your slut master.

Give me a dick, and I'll drool all over it.

(costumed jock)

Hey there, buddy.

I had to say thank you for inviting me to your Halloween party tonight.

There's nowhere else I'd rather be than by my master's side.

I know I was a real bully to you before, but ever since you hypnotized me, I just want to make my little nerd master happy. I got this Captain America costume, and I hope it makes you hard to see me in it.

I already dumped my girlfriend and dropped out of college, so I'm ready to be your obedient bitch forever. Fuck! The idea of being your muscle or sex toy makes me so horny. Fuck, master! I can't stop thinking about you inside my tight jock hole. It'll be open for you whenever you need it. I'm not straight anymore and I can't stand being around women.

Please fuck America's ass tonight!

I need my nerdy little master inside me.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

EVERYONE'S POSSESSED BY YOUR BULLY...

(brother)

Hey there, little bro.

Surprised to see your big brother looking so hot? It's me, the boyfriend you dumped inside that goody-to-shoes sibling of yours. Pretty neat trick, huh? I stole his body because I always thought he was too soft on you.

How do you like the makeover I gave him? Leather jacket. Boots. Raging hard on. He looks like a real tough guy.

Don't worry, that dorky jock is still in here somewhere, but he's not doing anything as long as your ex is in the driver's seat of his body.

Things are about to change around here. He might've been all protective and shit with you before, but now he's your biggest bully. Oh, and get used to seeing your brother's dick. I'll be using it on you whenever he's horny, and so far it seems like he's a real fucking horndog. I'm not kidding. I already broke him in down at the gay bar, and had a great time dominating pathetic holes like you.

That's right, your straight-laced brother is gay. I can't wait to abuse you every night, treating you like the backstabbing fag you really are.

Fuck!

It's time to show your big bro some respect. Get that mouth over here.

(father)

Guess what?

I hopped inside your daddy, too, and I can see why you never introduced me. He is so much hotter than you. I won't let him be another boring suburban idiot in polo shirts and cargo shorts. Not when I'm driving around such a fine piece of man-meat. It'll be leather boots and jockstraps from now on. I want everyone you know to see me in this hot middle-aged bear, and you'll be the obedient little twink at daddy's side.

Right, son?

Bet you never thought your old man would say that, now did you? You may have been a shitty boyfriend, but I bet you make a great son, always doing what daddy says when he says it. Now I'm your daddy, and what I say goes, boy. Dominating you and your brother's body was fun, but this is going to be even better. You'll never see your old man the same once I'm through possessing the body that sired your sorry ass.

I quit his boring office job, but I want you ready to give your daddy a blow job whenever I bring him back from the bar. He'll be spending his free time drinking and smoking from now on.

(boyfriend)

Thought you could keep your new boyfriend from me?

Only a bitch would move on to a pathetic boy like this.

He probably told you he loved you or some crap. I bet he hasn't even shown you his tiny dick yet. You really found the nearest small dick loser after kicking me out. Anyway, it doesn't matter now. I'll use his body to bring you pain.

Your dad and bro have bigger dicks to fuck you with.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

MIND CONTROLLED BY A COCKY JOCK...

Welcome home, bitch.

Thank you for hypnotizing me, master. I made you $842 today at the office, and I acted like my old self around my coworkers. They have no idea that you have made me a dumb, obedient slave on the inside.

I will strip out of my suit to show my inferiority to you, the true man of this house.

Your brain really is screwed, isn't it? What do you think about how I'm using little Billy over here? I worked up quite a sweat in the gym this morning. Your boy's tongue has been the perfect sweat rag ever since.

My son is a perfect sweat rag. Should I help him lick your armpits, master, or should I prepare your dinner? Your slaves are happy to serve in any way that you wish.

I think I want to play with you a bit more. Maybe I should test out the post-hypnotic triggers I left in your dumb fucking head.

Let's try waking up the real you for a bit. Hmm, what's the trigger word?

Oh, yeah.

Executive.

Oh, my mind.

Oh, what have I been thinking? Oh god, and Bill.

Let him go. Fuck!

If I were free right now, I'd fucking kill your perverted faggot ass.

Too bad you're not free. You and your homophobic son are my little hypno-zombies. Now tell me you love me, and then thank me.

I love you, Master.

Thank you for hypnotizing me and my son.

Good boy. Now go get changed into something slutty for Master.

Yes, Master.

Ah, fuck. Here. Is this what you fucking wanted, creep? Now will you please let Bill stop licking you?

I'm getting tired of your real personality. Let's try another trigger word. How about…

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Fruitcake.

Oh, thank you for saying that word, master. It makes me such a horny slut. I need your dick. Please. Oh, I'm such a bitch. Such a perverted fruitcake. I'll do anything for someone to use my hole. God! Even if it's my son inside me.

That's more like it, bitch.

I might look like a man, but I'm not. I'm just a horny boy. Please, Master. Please. Please. Please.

You are the man I'll never be, and you have every right to use my son and I as holes for your cock. Please. Whip it out. Use it on my son if you want.

Why should I show you my alpha dick? What does a fag like you have to offer?

Um, I don't know, Master.

I've already given you everything. I transferred over my house, my car, my savings account. I'm already working overtime to bring you extra money, but maybe I could get a part-time job to earn more. I could work night shifts at the restaurant down the street.

Yeah, you'd make a great busboy or dishwasher. Hot shot businessman like you to be hilarious.

Of course, master. I'd love to do that for you. Anything to worship your beautiful manly cock. I'm such a fag for you.

Shut up and get my dinner ready.

You're pathetic. I'm gonna skull fuck your boy.

Yes, master. Dinner will be served soon.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

POSSESSING THE FIT YOUNG HANDYMAN...

Well, babe, I fucking did it.

I possessed our motherfucking contractor, and it feels great to be him. God, you have no idea how powerful I feel flexing these muscles! I almost don't blame him for being such a cocky son of a bitch with us.

It's hard not to be.

Anyway, now that I'm him, I want to renovate the entire house. And it'll all be done for free. I'll take off this shirt to give you a show while I work, or maybe I'll do it all naked. Your choice.

I still can't believe I'm him. I thought it'd be hard to pretend, but it's really not. All his little mannerisms are baked into his muscle memory. Honestly, it's crazy how much I actually feel like I am him. I can feel his urge to get to work, and I just know I'll be a pro with all his tools. God, I feel so manly and tough right now.

Don't worry, I'm still gay for you. I already jacked his cock off, thinking about wrapping his pretty lips around my boyfriend's shaft.

Yeah, I'm keeping him for a while.

I hope no one misses him, because he just makes all the old chores so much easier to do. I feel such a drive to get shit done with him, so I'm going to wear him to do the landscaping. That's a good use for his muscles, and it'll give you a break constantly fucking his ass.

Sorry, but this body is just so horny.

I get hard every couple minutes, and I just crave having you destroy this tight straight butt of mine. I don't think the old guy would appreciate that very much.

Alright babe, I think I'm ready to admit that this is permanent. I'm going to be him forever. So I'll come out as gay tomorrow and see how his friends and family take it. I don't really care about them. What we need to focus on is you. Maybe this guy has a friend you could possess. We could be two sexy gym bros. Or maybe his dad is hot. You know how I feel about muscle daddies.

What do you say?

[bluecollarmcandtf]

YOU'RE BROTHER-IN-LAW IS YOUR NEW BITCH...

Master, is that what you want me to call you now?

It's funny. All these years, I never thought I'd see the day. You. Of all people. My brother-in-law. The little guy I always looked past brushed off and here we are. I see it now. That way you used to stare at me. You were always jealous, weren't you?

I could feel it sometimes. The way you looked at me with your sister. I thought it was just you being overprotective, but now… I get it. You didn't hate me because you thought I wasn't good enough for her. You hated me because I had what you wanted. The life, the body, the respect.

But look at you now, sir. You've got me on a leash like some trained dog. It's strange, really. How easily it all slipped away. How quickly I went from the man in charge to, well, this…

I guess I should have believed you when you said you were a hypnotist. And you know what's the most humiliating part of all this? It's not the way you make me call you sir or master. It's not even the things you make me do. No, it's how much you enjoy seeing me like this. The way your face lights up when I kneel, when I say your name with this forced smile. You've been dreaming of this, haven't you? Having me here, under your thumb, with no one to stop you.

Your sister's not here to look out for me, is she? I was a good little boy and dumped her for you. She was the love of my life. But I can't disobey my master. Like you said when you took control of me, I am your bitch now.

Does it make you feel powerful, watching me like this? Does it make you hard to grope and fondle me all you want? Because I see it now. I see your true intentions. To have me here, alone, all to yourself.

Maybe that's what this has always been about. You wanted your jock of a brother-in-law at your feet to finally make you feel big. Well, congratulations, sir. You got what you wanted, so go ahead.

Enjoy it.

Relish every moment because God knows you've been waiting a long time for this, master, and though I'm smiling like I love you in this new life, I'm just stuck inside my body. The body you have full command over now. I'll give up my job, my ambitions, everything I worked for. From now on, whatever money I earn, it's yours. I'm just an extension of your will. My only purpose will be to make you more successful, to bring in whatever I can just to hand it over to you. No more side projects, no more career dreams. I don't have the right to any of that anymore, do I? It all belongs to you.

I'll give up my weekends, my nights, any ounce of free time I once had, because why should I have time to myself? Why should I be out enjoying life when I could be here, scrubbing your floors, washing your car, sucking your dick?

Every minute of my day will be spent making your life easier, better, exactly the way you want it. When you come home, I'll be patiently waiting for whatever you need me to do next. All my things, my clothes, my car, my little possessions, they don't mean anything anymore. If you want them, they're yours. If you want to throw them out, then go ahead. It's not my place to have anything you don't allow. I'll live with whatever you give me, wear whatever you decide I should wear. It could be some ridiculous outfit that makes you laugh or turns you on. It doesn't matter. It's not about my comfort, my pride. It's all about your enjoyment now.

You want me on my knees? Fine.

You want me to dance around like a fool or beg for your approval? I'll do it.

I'll do it gladly if that's what you want. I'll be your clown, your jester, your obedient little cum dump. Whatever it takes to make you feel like you've truly won.

My personal life? Gone. My friends? They won't hear from me again. I'm not allowed to have a life outside of serving you. No more nights out. No more phone calls. No more plans. I don't even need a phone unless it's for you to tell me what to do next.

From now on, my only goal is to be useful to you. To be there when you need me. To be invisible when you don't. To work hard. To serve well. To make every moment about you and your needs. I'll wake up every day with one thought in my head, how can I make my master's life better today? If that means I spend my mornings doing nothing but wrapping my lips around your cock, struggling to breathe through your pubes, so be it.

You told me to give up who I was, everything and everyone I ever had or hoped to have. If it makes you happy, I'll become whatever you want. Just tell me what you need, sir. Tell me how your sex slave can be of use to you, or just tell me shut up and have your way with me.

I'm not a husband anymore.

I'm not a man.

I'm barely even a person.

I'm just your mind-fucked toy.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

YOUR GEEK BROTHER HYPNOTIZED ONE OF YOUR BROS...

What's up, dude! Do I look hot in this costume?

I need to look sexy for your little brother.

That's right, man. Your little bro is so masculine and perfect. I'm just a dumb jock that needs to respect and obey everything he says.

He hypnotized me yesterday and explained what a fucking loser I am. I'm just a docile little faggot compared to a god like him. I don't care if I used to think he was a wimp. He's my master and I must dedicate my life to him.

That's why I got this costume. He said that since I'm the slave of a nerd, I need to start dressing like it. Apparently he has a thing for superhero costumes. Specifically, Superman. He made me forget my old name. So now I only go by Clark Kent or Super Bitch. I just want to be his personal action figure so bad. He told me to work out all the time. I need to become a huge bodybuilder because he thinks that'll make it funnier when he screws my ass.

Apparently, It's payback for all the grief I've caused him, but I can't really remember any of that. All I know is that I'm a dumb himbo Clark Kent, and I'm your little brother's toy. He owns my ass, and he controls everything I do. From now on, I have to wear this costume everywhere. My entire identity revolves around being his personal Superman, and I'm determined to spend my life living out his sexual fantasy.

Anyway, dude, I need to call over our teammates.

Your little brother wants to hypnotize more jocks. and convert them into his costumed muscle slaves. I can't wait to deliver our friends to master. He's going to completely rewrite their personalities just like he did mine.

He wants to take over your mind also, turning you into a sissy house bitch. Since you're his older brother, he needs to put you in your place. By the time he's done, you're going to love being a pathetic house servant, cleaning up after his slaves while we work out and fuck.

You'll barely be able to imagine a life beyond scrubbing his toilet and spit shining his shoes.

Master said you deserve nothing less after being a mean older brother.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

YOUR BOYFRIEND POSSESSED YOUR DAD...

Daddy's home.

Just kidding. It's your dead boyfriend here, and I possessed your stepdad.

I know we agreed not to jump in family, but just look at this man's body. I know you see him every day, but I wanted to dress it up for you, so I went to a costume store and bought this faggy singlet. I thought you'd find it funny to see him in it. I mean, this guy's thick arms and bulging pecs could make anything look good. He's fucking massive, and now he's fucking yours.

I know you want him. I mean, he works so hard to keep his ass in shape and only lets your mom enjoy it.

That doesn't seem fair.

So get over here son. Give daddy a sloppy wet kiss. And if that's too much incest then just kick your old man in the nuts. Get back at him for being homophobic. Daddy would thank you for the punishment.

Your stepdad will do whatever you say with a prompt yes sir and an eager smile.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

TURNING A FIREFIGHTER INTO YOUR SLAVE...

Master!

I stumbled across the mental conditioning files you left on my computer. They completely hypnotized me, and I couldn't be happier.

I know now that I'm your loyal sex toy.

It's all I was ever meant to be, and it's the only thing I want to do with my life. I don't care about being a firefighter anymore, and I'll leave my family if you command me to. Please just order me to satisfy you in some way.

My holes need to be broken in.

Do you want to start with my mouth, or my asshole first?

[bluecollarmcandtf]

ROOMMATE HYPNOTIZED TO BE YOUR BITCH...

What did you do to me while I was under, dude?

All I remember seeing that stupid pendant and now I'm doing this. Fuck! I'm so horny. God, I just feel the compulsion to jack off in front of you. I feel like I need you to see how horny you make me.

Why would you hypnotize me to do that?

We're fucking roommates. I'm not even gay! You're an asshole to hypnotize me like this, but fuck, man. I need you. I need to be gay and horny for you.

Fuck!

I just want to be a hole for your dick.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

MINDFUCKED BOSS...

What did you do to me at the company party last night?

I remember a hypnotist show but nothing else, and now I'm so fucking horny. I swear if you took advantage of me in a fucking trance, I'll have you fired. I'm your boss remember?

Fuck, I could never be mean to you. I think you're my favorite employee. I've been thinking about you non-stop. And thinking about you makes me so fucking horny.

My wife is pissed that I'm ignoring her, but I just can't stand her anymore. Did you hypnotize me to hate her or have I always? I don't know anymore. I just know that I needed you in my office this morning.

You're the only one that can let me cum.

I'll give you anything. A raise, my car, or a blowjob. Just please let your boss blow his load all over his fancy suit. I just have the weirdest urge to come all over myself and wear it around the office. I know it's gross but I just have to.

I woke up this morning and I just felt so different about things. It has to be because you hypnotized me, but I honestly can't tell what is and isn't my own thoughts anymore. I thought Tom was my favorite employee, but I know now that it's you.

You are the smartest, bravest, hottest man in this office. I just want to be your bitch.

I know I'm supposed to act like the boss around here, but can I get you some coffee? Buy you lunch? I'll even get a rag and polish your shoes if you want. A man like you deserves a weak, submissive boy like me to serve him.

Now please, tell me what you want. I'll do anything if you say I can cum.

(Later)

Thank you, sir. I'm so grateful you let me quit my job so I could begin the rest of my life as your dumb sex toy. Like you asked, I had Tom fired, and you promoted before I left. Now, I just want to strip and take my place kneeling in your apartment.

I want this body to be ready and available for you the second you get home from the office. My feet are pretty rank at the moment, but I'll work on breaking a sweat everywhere else so I'm nice and wet for you.

My wife and kids will probably worry when I don't come home tonight but I don't care. They're just parasites that would have kept me from giving you everything I can.

The only thing that matters now is your happiness. I'll do anything to make you happy, sir.

Now you finally get to see my body, sir. I know I used to be an awful boss, always pushing you around with some of the other gym rats at work, but that won't happen anymore. Me and my body are at your beck and call to be pushed around. I want you to use and abuse me, sir.

I don't know what happened at that office party, but I know that my body is just an extension of your will. Say the word, and I'll clamp my balls as hard as I can. I'll beat the co-workers that used to bully you.

Fuck, I'll do anything for you, sir.

All I want in return is to be completely dominated by a god like you. Fuck. Even if you toss me in your closet and forget about me, I'll be happy.

I just want to be owned by you, sir.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

MALL DAD POSSESSED...

Babe, check out this sick dad I just found at the mall!

He was waiting outside a women's fashion store, probably waiting for his wife. I think he thought he was too much of a man to go in. He kinda gives off sexist and homophobic vibes. Doesn't he?

Well, let me know if he's hot enough for me to wear home.

I think he'd look great on his knees in front of you. Maybe licking your shoes clean after your long day. I bet this guy would be mortified to see himself do that. He'd definitely hate to have a horny gay teenager possessing his body.

Anyway. I should probably go if I don't want to run into his wife and kids.

I'll find something slutty for him to wear home if you want him, but in the meantime, I'll have to find some way to entertain myself. Maybe I'll take his ring off and hang out at a gay bar. I might even wear him on stage and dance for everyone. I'd love to show off this sexy dad bod.

See you at home babe!

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"WHY am I doing what you say?" the cop's deep bellow sounds panicked, "LET ME GO!"

"Hush," I quiet him, petting his neat hair.

"Come on," he grunts quietly now, as if he's not allowed to make noise, "How are you making me do this? Why did I let you in my house?"

"Maybe you're just being a good boy," I answer, running a few fingers down his cheek.

He grimaces and recoils from my touch. "No! No, you're making me do this somehow! I don't have control of my body." The officer's face reddens and his teeth clench. He's trying to move, trying to raise an arm or kick a leg, anything other than just laying still on his back like I told him to. "Fuck" he whispers, "Why am I just laying here. You're a fucking intruder! I'm a cop! Get the fuck out of here before I grab my gun and shoot your head off!"

"You aren't so intimidating when you whisper."

He tenses up as I brush my fingers over his chest. I can feel the thick body tucked into that uniform of his. He's still completely suited up, with his gun belt inches from his limp hand. I bet he's still nice and loose from working his shift. I'd been watching this officer the entire night, seeing him make his patrols, pulling a few speeders over. I even caught him grabbing a donut near the end of the night.

"You're making me be quiet!" he whispers through a clenched jaw, "I don't know how!"

"No one can force you to do something," I say, "It's not like I'm holding a gun to your head."

He groans in frustration as I lay on the bed beside his rigid unmoving body.

"There's no reason for you to do what I tell you," I continue, burrowing between his arm and side like he's my man to snuggle.

"But I keep doing it!" he snaps.

"It must be your decision then. Otherwise, why would you do it?" I turn and meet his eyes. His face is inches from mine. "Hug me."

For the first time in awhile, his arms move, wrapping themselves around me tightly and pulling me into the big embrace of a police officer. I'm dragged somewhat onto him, resting on his bulky but solid chest, my cheek resting against the cold badge on his chest.

"I didn't mean to do that," he justifies, though it sounds awkwardly intimate as he whispers the objection into my ear.

"Then why did you?"

"You made me, somehow," he sighs, "I don't know how your doing this."

"Isn't the easier explanation that you just want this," I continue, "That you want me."

"No," he demands, "I'm straight. I've got a wife and kids! I don't even know you."

"Admit it."

"I want you," his voice leaves him before he can stop himself, "Wait! I don't mean that!"

"You do."

"I do," he replies automatically. His voice sounds slower now, like his mind is racing to catch up with it.

"So you don't mind that a stranger is in your house?" I ask.

"No," he answers like he's just come to a realization, "I want you here." The man's arms relax, suddenly comfortable holding me.

"You don't actually care about your wife or kids do you?" I ask, "And it doesn't matter if you're straight."

"I don't care about my wife or kids. It doesn't matter if I'm straight," he repeats numbly, though I know these words are becoming his truth, sinking into his brain like gospel.

"You just want me inside of you."

"I want you inside of me," the officer turns his gaze to me and I see a hunger in his eyes that wasn't there before, "I'm glad you came by."

"I thought you'd be."

"Do you think you could..." he struggles to verbalize his new desires, "...get inside me?"

"I don't know," I pretend, "I only fuck slutty bottoms. I mean real faggots that'll do anything for my cock! Is that you?"

He bites his lip, "I could try."

"I don't think you have to, big guy," I touch his stubbly chin, "You might pretend to be a big manly cop when your at work, but when you get home, you're a total bottom slut. You crave having a real man use you, degrade you."

"Oh, you're so right, sir," he suddenly whines.

His hands shift on my back as he longs for my approval, my control. At this point, the cop has completely stiffened up. I can feel his aching cock poking into me from beneath his uniform pants. The fucker's already leaking through them. His uniform is gonna need a deep cleaning when I'm done with him.

"Are you my good boy?" I ask, stroking below his throbbing cock and balls, tickling the entrance to his asshole.

"Yes!" he gasps, "I'm your good boy, sir. I want to be a good boy for you. Please fill me up sir!"

"Alright, officer," I give him a light slap on the cheek, "I want to pump a few loads into you quick. Gotta have you back to normal before your family get home."

"What's that, sir?" His confusion is only barely noticeable over his desperation.

"Don't worry about it, bitch," I unzip my pants, "Just be a good girl and spread those legs. I'm gonna rip a hole in your slacks right here."

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Which one do YOU want?

Remember this guy? You might've seen him from your car, flagging down customers on the highway. Or maybe it was at my auction last year. It's been awhile since I used Tumblr to sell these brainless sacks of meat, but I figured I'd show off my operation's growth.

James has clearly grown too. I've been extra generous with his allotment of slop each night, pouring about twice as much down his throat as the rest. He used to have abs, back when he sold cars. Now he's got an extra layer of blubber to hardy him up for the elements.

He holds that sign through winds, rain, and snow. It's his only purpose, and any good sign post needs some weight to stay grounded. That fat gut sure gets the job done.

I priced James a bit high. I like keeping the guy around as my signpost, but I've got plenty more hypnotized men to choose from...

Shawn, here, is a construction worker I picked up downtown. He was a wild boy and had quite a mouth on him, swearing and hollering with the rest of his crew until I got a hold of him. A little chat with me and he was as dumb as a rock. The fucker still is!

I've been using him as cheap labor, expanding my house with a new kitchen and sunroom. It's been nice using up his fresh young body on my house. It's been months since he quit construction and came here permanently, and I'm not sure he's stopped building since.

Still, the brute is a mess. I keep my guys clean, but he's been difficult to keep hosing off. I gave up a few weeks ago, so he reeks pretty bad of dirt and sweat. He's been tracking mud everywhere and literally cannot stop drooling all over the place! At this point the boy makes more mess than he's worth, so I'm happy to sell him off to anyone that wants to work him.

This serious-looking bear is Daryl. He's an office monkey that stopped in on his way home from work. He actually thought I sold cars! He found out pretty quick what I was actually in the business of, and has been standing on my lot ever since.

The guy's a bit ugly so he hasn't been bought yet. I took his dress shirt off to make him look a bit more enticing. Not sure if it did anything though...

I can't imagine what his wife saw in him. That's right, this corporate ape was married! She came looking for him awhile back but I hypnotized her to forget about the man and focus on raising the kids herself. Anyway, let me know if your interested in a white-collar daddy. I'm happy to cut a deal!

I imagine this stud will sell quick. That's why I upcharged him to $25. I hypnotized him at a bar on my night off last weekend. Talk about work life balance. Anyways, Jordan was cocky and rude and insulting. I could only take so much of his howling at his own jokes before I whipped out my pendulum.

I think he was trying to pick up some girls that night, but he came home with me.

I stripped him down and programmed him to be my submissive and breedable bitch. His mind was mind to mold, and I made sure it craved my pleasure and my pleasure only.

Anyways, his brain and holes are washed clean now. If you throw in a few extra bucks, I can add some hypnotic triggers for you yourself to play around with too.

Of course, I get my fair share of pigs around here. Usually, they aren't as young and fresh-faced as this Trooper right here. He pulled me over for speeding on the highway. I couldn't believe a baby cop like him was trying to write up a man like me. Needless to say, I had Officer McCabe eating out of my hand in no time.

He was easier to talk under than most! Proves our finest aren't our smartest.

I always enjoy having a cop like McCabe on the sales floor. It gives me something to slap and jerk as I wander by. I like to leave the crotch of his uniform open so I have easy access as I pass. Policemen are a hot item! He'll be sold in no time, but I'm only selling this Trooper to a man that's willing to let me watch one more punch in his uniformed nuts.

Oh boy. Where do I start with this one? I'm embarrassed to admit I don't really remember where I got this stud. I got blacked out drinking one night and woke up with this mind fucked jock slobbering all over me! I must've hypnotized some random guy at the bar!

Just another hazard of the business I suppose.

He'd already been brainwashed to forget who he was and where he'd came from when I found him in my bed. Apparently, I do a very thorough hypnosis act while drunk because he couldn't use his mouth for anything other than my carnal worship. Part of me feels guilty, but what can you do?

I've kept him long enough, but I really don't need a clingy slave like that. He's obsessed with having a master to serve, so if you want him, he's yours! Free of charge! I hosed him down, so just show up with a truck or something and pick him up. I'll tell him you're his new master and he'll be ready to worship you day and night!

He really is the most loyal thing you could get!

Well, that'll do it for today's auction! Let me know which one you want, or come on down to my dealership if you want to take one on a test drive.

There's no need to be nervous...unless you're a handsome young man yourself. I just might have to show you my pendulum...

[bluecollarmcandtf]

The Best Volunteers are... Disgruntled Daddies...

This fine specimen here is exactly what I'd call my "guilty pleasure." The kind of man who'd rather be sipping a beer than sitting through my stupid little hypnosis show. The blatant disregard for my profession is written all across his stoney scowl. The only time he's met my gaze is to roll his eyes and frown.

"Let's get this over with," he huffed as his wife shoved him up and out of his seat.

"Get up there, Steve!" she giggled excitedly, "Dr. Dormand chose you!"

I flashed the woman a mischievous smile, making her bubble up with even more excitement as the couple's two young boys stared back in awe. Their father figure shuffled up to his seat on the stage, and slumped down in the chair, spreading his legs and sighing as if all of my showmanship were beneath a man like him.

"So, Steve, is it?" I ask, rounding the man, walking with my usual performative flourishes.

"Yes," he grunts.

"You don't seem to eager to be up here?" I hiss, "Is it possible you are nervous?"

"Nope."

A few chuckles sound in the crowd. I'm sure they're all thinking that there is no chance in hell of hypnotizing a man as stubborn as this.

"You have a lovely family, Steve," I smile brightly and step behind the man, planting my palms on his shoulders, "What brings y'all out here tonight."

"Vacation," he grumbles, sneering at my hands on his body before continuing, "My wife thought a hypnosis show would be fun."

He says it as if I'm already proving her wrong.

"Thanks, Steve...LADIES and GENTLEMEN!" I announce, addressing the whole room, "What if I told you that Steve here has already fallen under my control? He just doesn't know it yet."

There are a few gasps in the crowd, but mostly scoffing. Steve just shakes his head.

"MY EYES..." I say, rounding the chair to peer directly into the man's gaze, "...do all the work for me. You can't stop staring can you?"

Steve doesn't answer, but his brow furrows and his lips tighten as he tries to look away, to look anywhere aside from my stare. He's realizing he can't.

"...HOT!" I continue, "This room is so hot, Steve. I don't know how a big guy like you can bare it in that suffocating Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts. You must be itching to pull them off, to finally feel some relief!" I lean in, wrapping an arm around the increasingly docile hunk of a father. "You know, nobody here would judge you if you did take them off. In fact, we'd all be happy for you to be comfortable, Steve!"

I break eye contact with the man; his eager eyes reluctantly pulling away from my own like he already misses them. My arms raise at the crowd dramatically, garnering some cheering for Steve, who now has a dazed look on his face as he sits in the chair, deciding what to do. I already know what he'll decide. He just needs a few seconds to relent and five in to my suggestions.

With a deep exhale, a grin of relief washes over his face. The childish glee seems unnatural on him, though I suppose that's just because I've only ever known Steve to scowl and frown.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," I purr in triumph, "It looks like this one is ready to comply!"

Steve hastily drags his tacky Hawaiian shirt off his shoulders, tearing it down and off his arms. His cargo shorts are next, as he jumps up and fumbles over his belt buckle, before dropping them to the floor. Just like that, I've got this daddy standing in front of dozens of audience members in his pristine white undergarments.

"Oh, that's better..." he sighs in relief, stepping out of his shorts, "...it's so hot in here."

"Yes, Steve, this room is BOILING HOT!" I quip back with a quick wink at the audience.

Amid the cackling voices of the crowd, I clock the man's wife doubling over in laughter as their two sons squeal in delight. She tries to stifle her amusement enough to get a photo with her phone. I bet they've never seen their daddy outside in his underwear, and some permanent evidence of the event would be great to pull out at any future family events.

"Jesus..." Steve mutters, pulling at his undershirt, "It's still boiling in this place."

"I'm sure you're SWEATING BUCKETS, Steve, but you can't take anything else off," I pat him on the back, already feeling a thin layer of moisture, "It's not that kind of show, folks."

The crowd laughs at my innuendo and my volunteer chuckles awkwardly. I think the guy might even be blushing.

"No need to be nervous, Steve," I say, rubbing lower and lower on his back, "You know why?"

The dazed father of two looks back at me with genuine interest, asking, "Why?"

"Because you're HYPNOTIZED, of course!" I cry joyously, "I could tell you to do ANYTHING, and obeying wouldn't bother you one bit!"

"It wouldn't..." he tells me, saying it more like a statement than a question. His empty brown eyes find my gaze again. In just a few minutes he's become completely dependent on my stare. He's proving to be more programmable than most.

"KNEEL!" I command

He drops to the floor, almost falling on his face as he races to follow my instruction. His eyes never leave my own. At this point, the man is basically looking at me with total trust and adoration: he's like putty in my hands.

"Well, folks, you can't deny this! Can you?"

I look down at Steve as the crowd stares in awe. A man like this, kneeling on the ground like that, wearing nothing but his sweat soaked underwear; it's the kind of sight to give people ideas. This man might be a married father, but he's pretty built. He might not groom his body hair, or cut back on his growing beer belly, but he's a specimen the whole room can appreciate. Now that he's hypnotized and glossed up with sweat, he doesn't mind the wandering eyes.

The only eyes he cares about are my own.

"That's it, Steve," I say with the same tone as somebody praising their pet, "You're good at being HYPNOTIZED."

"Thank you," he articulates the phrase awkwardly, like all of his brainpower is being directed towards obedience, not silly things like words or thoughts.

"Don't forget my title," I say with a smirk to the audience, "I worked hard for that degree."

"Yes," he corrects himself, "Thank you, Dr. Dormand," with the same slow drawn out cadence of a brainless lackey.

I glance into the crowd. Most of them are still giggling. Steve's wife seems to have swapped photography for videotaping. I'm sure her husband would appreciate have his entire humiliation recorded his buddies to see. At her side, the two boys seem to have grown restless and disinterested, tugging on their mother's sleeve for attention. I do so hate when people bring children to my shows. Sure, this is a vacation spot for families, but I prefer my acts for a more mature crowd. Still, I'm not above some improvisation of my routine...

"Steve," I say, needlessly calling his attention when I've already captured it entirely.

"Yes, Dr. Dormand?"

"You're a WORM!"

I snap my fingers, ringing a loud crack through the auditorium that makes everyone jump. It also seems to break poor old Steve's mind, reducing it to truly believing he is a worm.

The crowd goes wild, the children scream in delight, and people stand up to get a better look as Steve writhes on the dirty stage floor. His arms and legs seem useless. For that matter, his face and basic senses seem so too, as he simply contracts and extends his thick hairy form, flopping himself across stage in a ridiculous fashion until his shirt is dragged off.

"Steve, the WORM!" I announce, gesturing towards the pathetic man with a dramatic flair.

My audience sees the ridiculous sight of a 30-something year-old acting ridiculous and applauds, but I see more. I notice the way the globes of his fleshy ass flex and then jiggle as his hips thrust the ground. His underwear, thank god it's still on, tightens around his crotch as he slams his package into the floor and drags it across the stage. He even leaves a trail as he moves, like some sort of human slug, soaking up the stage's dust and leaving his bodily moisture in his wake.

I need to move on before my own excited package becomes noticeable in my slacks.

"Steve!" I command back the attention of the human worm, bringing the room to silence.

"You're a DOG!" and I snap my fingers!

My sweaty little worm barely has a second to rest before his arms and legs come back to life, suddenly useful again, and he jumps up to his hands and knees. Steve's tongue rolls out of his mouth, panting since he still believes this room is boiling hot, and suddenly the man is bounding about like a massive 200lb puppy.

Once again, the crowd eats it up.

"Daddy's a dog!" one of his boys screams!

"Oh, he'll never believe this!" his wife snorts.

I let the crowd have their fun, entertaining any suggestion they have. Someone wants to see Steve act like a chicken. Another wants to see him leg an egg. Still more suggestions come in. I don't even have time for another volunteer with the audience's eagerness to exploit this man for their entertainment. I suppose there's something so universally indulgent in seeing a big serious guy like this, normally intimidating and standoffish, reduced to the whims and delights of a random crowd.

"Tell him to sniff his armpits!"

"Make him do the chicken dance!"

"Can he sing?"

"ALRIGHTY, folks!" I yell, calming the audience down, "I think we've had our fun with Steve."

I'm met with a few disappointed faces.

"The show is about to end, but I think we've proved here...tonight, that even the MOST strong-willed among us...are no match...for the hypnosis of Dr. Dormand!"

They erupt in applause, as Steve stands vacantly still and stupid behind me.

"Have a good night everyone," I smile and call, "Could I get Steve's family, up here?"

The audience begins filing out, giggling and chattering about the wild events of the night. From from the retreating crowd, Steve's wife, emerges with her two kids in tow.

"Oh, Dr. Dormand," she gushes, "That was just extraordinary. I know Steve, and that's how I know you're the real deal. My husband would never have done any of that!"

"I'm glad," I flash my brilliant smile, "Mrs...?

"Cunningham," she finishes, "And this is Bobby, and this is Joey."

She displays her two kids to me like they are prized possessions, but I don't think I've ever heard a more boring collection of names.

"Well, Mrs. Cunningham..." I purr, finding her eyes, "Steve deserves a nice REST. Right?"

Her head cocks to the side before answering, "Yes, yeah, he seems tired."

"Let Steve have a BREAK. Go enjoy your vacation ON YOUR OWN....FORGET HIM."

"Ok," she nods, with a plastered smile.

Mrs. Cunningham turns and guides the children out of the auditorium, leaving her nearly naked husband in and empty auditorium with the world's best hypnotist...

"Start marching, big boy!" I purr into his ear.

I can't help but reach out and grab at the muscle and weight hanging off his sweaty back. It ripples as his bare feet slap against the tiled floor and his sweat makes it glisten beneath the flourescent lights.

"Bet you haven't seen the service halls, Steve, being a vacationing tourist yourself," I speak, basically talking to no one, "My rooms back here. Much more private and...discreet "

"Yes, Dr. Dormand," he drones mindlessly.

"Don't call me that now," I snap, "Refer to me as...hmmm... What do I want to be called? Oh, how about, 'Master, Love of my Life, Owner of My Wallet, and Commander of my Body'! How does that sound?"

"It sounds fine, Master, Love of my Life, Owner of My Wallet, and Commander of my Body," his husky voice repeats it perfectly.

I almost cum hearing him call me that.

"Take a right up here," I instruct, "We're almost to my room, where you'll be spending the rest of your vacation as my plaything."

"Yes, Master, Love of my Life, Owner of My Wallet, and Commander of my Body."

We walk down the hallways further, taking rights and lefts. Sometimes I command him where to go and listen to him obey with complete devotion. Other times I just reach out and hand and grip his torso, pushing his heavy presence in my desired direction. It turns me on to feel how solid he is, how immovable, only to instantly relent and go where my hand guides him. It's almost like driving a car. For a second, I consider hopping on his back and steering him with tugs of his ear, like the fucking rat in that Disney movie.

"Almost there, Steve," I say, reassuring myself more than him as my hands wander down to his jiggling man-ass.

"Yes, Master, Love of my Life, Owner of My Wallet, and Commander of my Body."

"Alright," I groan, "Just call me sir, now."

"Yes, sir."

The simpler title still does wonders for my erection. I doubt this man ever uses that word, so it's delicious to hear him using it for me.

We pass a few workers as we dive deeper into the building's unseen core; a few of the restaurants busboys carrying out garbage, a couple housekeepers with bins of linens, even a manager or two. None of them batt an eye at the dazed man bounding by, glistening with sweat and exposed aside from his soaked white underwear. I've hypnotized them all too many times to count. They barely notice when I come down here anymore, accompanied by my brainwashed victims or not. In fact, they hardly notice that I've got the power to snap at any one of them to order a blowjob on the spot. Nothing like having any of the hotel staff's mouths at open and salivating at my convenience.

"Right through there," I push him towards my apartment door.

"Yes, sir," is all he says as he steps in.

I immediately push him into a small alcove of my room. It's supposed to be used as a closet, but I tend to park my hypnotized daddies in it.

"Ok, Steve," I take a step back, preparing myself, "I'm going to wake you up in a moment. You'll be out of your trance, back to your old self EXCEPT for some things..."

"Yes, sir," he drones numbly.

"...you'll know you can't leave. You shouldn't leave. SEX DADDIES don't leave there HYPNOTIST, and they don't want to. You understand that's what you are now, for the remainder of your vacation. You're my SEX DADDY, it's like a daddy version of a sex slave. You might not like gay sex, you might find me annoying, and strange, and prefer your wife, but it doesn't matter because, my good man, are a SEX DADDY for me."

"...sex daddy..." he quietly digests the term.

"Yes, and I am your HYPNOTIST, understand? You might not believe in hypnosis, you might believe I'm a fraud, and a lier, but you will obey me and everything I've commanded of you. You'll still treat me with the utmost respect, still calling me 'sir' and still taking orders."

It's quiet for a second.

"...my hypnotist..." his voice is barely audible.

I give his numb, unmoving face one last caress against his rough stubble, gazing into his simply overeager eyes before I snap.

"WAKE!"

His body twitches back to life, and his familiar scowl readjusts itself to his face. Steve's stone serious demeanor seems to fill his body again as his shoulders hunch over and his eagle eyes search his new surroundings.

"Where the hell am I, sir?" he grunts, "And where's my clothes!" his voice raises.

Goosebumps appear on his skin as he finally registers the true temperature of my chilly room. He's probably also feeling sore from all the flailing about he did as a worm.

"You don't need clothes."

"Oh, ok, sir," he nods, though looks a bit disappointed, "Because, I'm your Sex-Daddy?"

"BINGO!"

I thought I could get him to crack a smile, but he doesn't. Steve just grimaces at the thought.

"Let's get this over with," he huffs as he shuffles over to my bed, "Am I fucking you?"

"Oh no," I reply, and he sneers disappointedly.

"Get over here and start using me, Hypnotist," he sighs, pulling off his shorts and crawling on bed. His long flaccid cock flops out and swings with his equally heavy balls, "You only get me for the next five days. Then I'm going home with my family."

"So soon?"

He grunts as I climb on top of him, "Would love to leave sooner, sir, if it weren't for this whole Sex-Daddy thing."

"So you don't want to be used as a home for my cock?" I ask playfully.

"No," he scoffs, "But I'm your Sex-Daddy. I get it, sir. So use me how you want!".

"With pleasure," I moan in his ear.

I'd describe the hours of sex we had that round, how I increasingly used his body in more and more creative ways. He couldn't say no to anything, so it got kinky real fast. I'd explain it all, but your imagination is probably capturing it.

Steve would become increasingly disgusted and uncomfortable as I used him, but he continued to assure me that I had every right to his dad-bod. If that isn't consent, I don't know what is.

"Go kneel in the corner Steve, hands behind your head," I command, panting from the exertion. Receiving hours of one-sided sex can really drain the energy. "I want to see my Sex-Daddy on display when he's not used..."

"Yes, sir."

I chuckle and go to the closet to pull on some fresh clothes. Steve is still shivering.

"Still think Hypnosis is fake?"

"Are you kidding, sir," he rolls his eyes, "I know it's your whole thing and all, but it's literally the stupidest thing anyone could believe in. Don't tell my wife I said that though."

"Don't worry, Steve, I won't."

I flick the lights off and head out of my room, buttoning up my shirt. My hypnotized Daddy will have to get used to kneeling in the dark. I have another show to host, and who knows? Maybe I'll find another disgruntled dad to share the load with Steve...

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Mark's head aches as he tries to collect his thoughts. He can't seem to remember why he's in his neighbor's basement, still wearing what feels like week-old work clothes. Sweat and dirt cake his skin, itching like he's been marinating in this stink for far too long.

He should leave, right? He should march his boots up his neighbor's rickety stairs and out the door, back to his house, but he doesn't. Mark feels a strange compulsion to stay put.

"Oh that's right," he chuckles quietly, "I'm just a fucking tool."

The words ring in his head: fucking tool. Mark could remember when he'd first heard the phrase. It was a week ago, when he'd just gotten home from work, parked his car in the driveway, and heaved himself out of the driver's seat. His neighbor had yelled out of the blue, "You're just a fucking tool! ...my fucking tool!" and he instantly knew it to be true. The guy might have been the local creep, but Mark came to the realization that he was just a fucking tool, so he had no objection to being brought to the neighbor's basement and locked inside.

Mark relaxes, knowing that he's in the right place. Tools like him are stored in dark places like this. Tools like him don't need a house of their own, let alone a girlfriend or dog! No, Mark understood that this damp dirty basement was where he belonged, until his owner had use of his fucking tool.

"Hey you!" a demanding call sounds from a crack in the door at the top of the stairs, "You ready to be useful, fucking tool!"

Mark's heart skips a beat as he hears the voice. More than anything, he wants to be useful. It is his only purpose now, as a self-proclaimed fucking tool.

"Yes, sir! Your fucking tool is ready!"

Mark, as programmed, is already more than ready. The tool in his dirty work jeans stiffens up for the task. He is going to need a rock hard erection to get this job done, a job only he can do, as this man's personal fucking tool.

Mark's legs move for the first time in hours, breaking out of rigid cramps to carry his muscular body up the steps. He looks up at his former neighbor with indifference, knowing that this man owns him as property and should use him as such.

"You're such a stud," the man says, licking his lips in Mark's direction, "I'm so glad there was a spell for turning a neighbor into a fuck-toy."

Mark just kept his mouth shut and marched right up to the man, paying little attention to the comment, knowing exactly what he was here for. He brought his muscled torso close enough until his chest hair brushed against his owner, poking his throbbing tool against the man's stomach.

"Your fucking tool is ready," Mark repeated, this time lower than before.

The city never did find out what happened to Mark Salinger, the former construction worker. It was like he had arrived home from work and just evaporated into thin air. His wife and puppy missed him dearly, but Mark was only 100 feet away, stored in a basement of a neighbor. Tools don't have any feelings of longing, and Mark didn't miss anyone. He merely stood in that dark empty space until he could be of use; until a tool for fucking was needed.

The neighbor had cast the spell on a whim, but he'd gained a hunk that constantly waited for the chance to fuck him well. Mark was just another straight construction worker, but anyone could be converted to a Fucking Tool with the right magic. It's actually a quite common spell.

In fact, if you aren't actively working to make some guy yours, then some guy is probably going to make you theirs...