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Blake wasn’t sure why he was standing on the field with his shirt off and flexing but it didn’t really matter to him. He was just a player on the Team and players didn’t think. They just obey their Coach and if Coach wanted him like this, then he would be a good player and obey.

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Working out wasn't just about reshaping his body, it's also about rewiring his brain.

I'd say it was a shame he didn't know that when he started, but honestly I don't care.

Pushing a new recruit into the gym and molding him into my fantasy brings me so much pleasure that I've stopped caring about their sacrifice.

The fact men like him give up their friends, jobs, lives, and identity to be one heaving muscle bulls doesn't matter to me.

What matters is another meathead joins the stables. More muscles to show off. Another tiny IQ to control.

Dumb jocks rule bro. Who wants to be trained next?

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Logan moaned and screamed as he started to cum. He felt himself relax and grow dumber with each shot escaping his hard cock. This was the final step in his transformation. As the last bit of cum dribbled out of his cock, he was reborn into a dumb jock slave obedient to his Coach.

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Ian signed up for the clinical trial without a second thought. He couldn’t pass up getting paid to sleep (or at least trying to sleep—the trial was testing a cure for insomnia, after all). When he first checked in at the sleep research center, he found it weird they were going to use hypnotherapy, but at this point he was willing to try anything for a good night’s rest.

Dr. Laud was built like a brick, with shoulders that went on forever and enough bulk to counterbalance a rhino on a see-saw. So it surprised Ian how gentle and warm his voice was, and how quickly its deep, resonant tones would send him into velvety oblivion.

The trial was only a month long, and its end felt too soon for Ian, who’d experienced the best sleep he’d had in years. But Dr. Laud told Ian he was eligible for the center’s next study, which was going to look at the effects of exercise and exertion on sleep. Ian signed all the paperwork then and there.

Two years later, a gay strip club opened in town. Its name was OUT LAUD. Ian’s friend Tony went to go check it out with his friends. Ian would’ve loved a place like this, Tony thought. He wondered where his friend disappeared to two years ago.

All the performers were muscled like Greek gods, and wore themed costumes. There was one performer in athletic gear going by the name of JOCKBOY, and to Tony’s shock his face was a dead ringer for Ian’s. Tony had to talk to JOCKBOY. He snuck backstage and tried to talk to the big hunk, but to his frustration, the guy insisted his real name was JOCKBOY, and he was nothing but a big dumb muscle slut. The commotion attracted the attention of a broad-shouldered middle aged man, who simply said “JOCKBOY, sleep,” and Ian immediately collapsed against the wall. Tony panicked. What the hell is going on?

The man put his hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“You look agitated, young man. But I can help you relax.”

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He’d been set on mugging the defenseless-looking man in the alley and hadn’t been ready for the flash. Within moments, his mind was under control and he was made to take off his shirt for the man’s satisfaction. Soon enough, he was placidly following the man back up to his apartment and pleasing him all night long with his body before coming to on a bus several days later in total shock.

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Reshaping Minds

It was a calm afternoon at the coffee lounge of a high-end hotel in Miami. The kind of place with overpriced lattes, but money was never a problem for me. I had my sunglasses on, my iced coffee in hand, and my radar fully tuned for potential fun. That’s when I saw him.

A goddamn tank of a man.

He stood near the espresso bar, stretching his thick arms in a tight navy-blue tee, making his muscles bulge like he was carved from marble, and his tribal tattoo wrapped around his huge bicep, making him hotter and manlier than everyone at the lounge. His beard was neatly trimmed, baseball cap turned backward, and he had that smug alpha energy straight dudes ooze when they think the world owes them a trophy.

He wasn't alone—They never are—His girlfriend was clinging to him like a purse, giggling at something he said. But I wasn’t looking at her. Heck no. I was focused on the fine piece of muscles that was her boyfriend.

I slid off my lounge chair, walked right up to them, and smiled. "Hey, you two look like you could use some fun."

The woman blinked at me confused. The man raised an eyebrow. "Uh, we’re good, man."

I tilted my head. "You sure? I mean, you’ve got all that meat on you, big guy. Seems like a waste if you’re not being properly used."

He turned to face me fully, clearly annoyed. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

I leaned in just slightly, grinning. "It means you're the kind of thick-brained, thick-bodied beefcake that's good for one thing. Being used. Bent. Owned."

His girlfriend gasped, pulling his arm. "Honey, let’s go. He’s a creep."

But something was happening already inside the man's brain. He didn’t move. Just stared at me.

"What... what the fuck did you say?" he muttered again, but his voice cracked. There it was! His eyes were getting heavier. I stepped closer, like a snake charming its prey. My fingers barely brushed his chest.

"I said you were made to be used. That mind of yours? Serves for nothing but to control your sexy body. No thoughts, just instinct. Grunt when told. Flex when needed. Obey when commanded."

My words pierced his brain. His eyes twitched. His thick chest rose with a heavy breath. I could see his pupils dilating, his mouth parting just a little. "You don’t need to think, big guy. Thinking is for people with something between their ears. Not you."

His girlfriend kept tugging at his arm, but he just stood there. "Honey? Hello? Babe!"

He slowly turned to her, blinked dumbly, then looked back at me. His brows relaxed. His lips parted more. A little line of drool started collecting at the corner of his mouth.

I let out a low chuckle and stepped even closer, almost whispering now. "That's it... Let my words sink in. Let them take root. You're just a toy now. A dumb, hot, perfect toy." His head tilted slightly, eyes half-closed, mouth wide open, and his tongue was hanging loose. Drool dripping down his beard.

The transformation was delicious. My words did far more than just implant commands, they literally reshaped my prey's brain. If you listen carefully, you will hear the wet sounds of his brain moving, shrinking, and molding to my liking. As if his brain were clay, and my words a sculptor's skilled hands.

His girlfriend panicked, backing away. "What the hell are you doing to him!?"

I looked at her calmly. "Relax. He’s finally where he belongs." And then I snapped my fingers in front of her face. Her eyes blinked rapidly. Her mouth opened slightly, then shut. She shivered, then slowly nodded, expression blanking into stunned acceptance.

"He belongs to you now," she said softly. Like she was reading from a script etched into her mind.

I smiled. "You're smarter than him, I see." I turned to the hunk, grabbed his chin and turned his head. "Say you're mine.'"

A moment of silence. Then, in a slow, slurred drawl, he mumbled, "Uhhhm yuhhhrs... suhh..."

Perfect. I gave his cheek a playful pat. "Now listen to me, big guy. That face right there? Dumb. Mindless. Empty. That's your natural expression from now on, you will always look like this. With your eyes heavy and tongue hanging out, blank, docile, and stupid. Got it?"

He gave a soft grunt, lips still parted. His eyes stayed glazed and dull. Good. I turned back to his girlfriend. "You see him now, don’t you? He’s not boyfriend material anymore. He’s too far gone. Too dumb."

She stared at him in silence, then at me. "Yeah... he’s not really... boyfriend material anymore."

"Nope. He’s just a gay sex slave now. A muscle puppet with no brain. Not something you want to bring home to mom or build a family with."

She exhaled sharply. "He’s all yours. I can't date someone that... vacant."

I chuckled, stepping between them and placing a possessive hand on his chest, rubbing his pecs slowly through the thin fabric of his shirt. He didn’t flinch. Just stared into the distance, drool rolling steadily down his tongue. "Smart choice," I said to her. "He’s better off this way. Obedient. Mindless. Always ready. I will take good care of him, don't worry."

She gave a nod and walked away without another word. I turned my full attention to the hunk, both palms now pressed against his chest, playing with his nipples through his shirt, gently twisting them.

He didn’t resist. Didn’t blink. "Good boy," I whispered. "You’re going to make me very happy aren't you?" And he just stood there, blank face locked in, waiting to serve. "Flex for me, boy."

Like a well-oiled machine, the hunk obeyed. His thick, tattooed biceps rose in a slow, powerful curl, veins bulging beneath the ink as his massive arm tightened. He grunted softly, not out of effort—he was too strong for that—but from instinct, like a beast performing on command. I stepped in and ran my hand over his flexed arm, squeezing the hardness of his muscle. My thumb pressed into the peak of his bicep.

"Come, Daddy. Let’s go upstairs."

When we entered my suite, I turned and commanded, "Strip. Now."

He tore off his clothes with urgent clumsiness, revealing every inch of that sculpted Daddy body. His pecs were massive and his thighs were like tree trunks. And between them—his cock. 9 Inches, Thick. Veiny. Fully erect and already leaking.

"On your knees, boy."

The mindless beast dropped instantly, muscles flexing as he settled in front of me. I sat on the edge of the bed, spread my legs wide, and yanked his head toward my crotch. I made him sniff my bulge, and while he took in my musk, I touched his forehead and implanted into his ruined brain everything he needed to know about being a good cock sucking whore.

"Use that whore mouth. Now."

He pulled my cock out and sucked. Greedy. Needy. His lips stretched over my shaft as I gripped his head and rammed myself into his throat. No rhythm. No gentleness. Just ownership.

I used his mouth like a hole. Like a toy. Like he was nothing more than a slab of muscle with a wet hole attached to it. I fucked this handsome Daddy's face, hard and deep, my cock slamming the back of his throat again and again until he gagged. Spit and precum drooled from his lips as I held his head down against my pubes.

"That’s it, Daddy. Choke on your Master's cock. You love being used, don’t you? Just a stupid muscle toy." He moaned through the assault, drool bubbling at the corners of his slack mouth. I slapped his cheek with one hand as I thrust harder, relentlessly.

"You're nothing now. Just a dumb, cock-hungry fuckdoll. Your brain’s gone. Your girl’s gone. All you are is a hole for me to use."

I could hear the wet sloopy sounds—not from the blowjob—but from inside his skull. His brain was being reshaped nonstop with each word that came out of my mouth.

The pressure built. I snarled, shoved his face against my pubes, and came—thick, violent spurts blasting down his throat and spilling out of his mouth. I pulled out mid-release, resting my cock against his panting face, painting his cheeks with cum and spit on the process.

"Good boy, I'm very pleased with your service," I growled, slapping my wet cock against his tongue, "Now your brain will shrink to the size of a grape." The sound his brain made this time was louder as it shrunk to the size of a grape. If I thought his face couldn't get any dumber, the face he made now surpassed that.

He fell to the floor like a limp doll, his thick cock still thobbing hard and leaking. I would make his brain go back to its normal size later, but for now, I will enjoy my new brainless toy.

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When the offer came in the mail, he couldn't refuse.

For most of his youth, he had been a tall but thin boy who really didn't fit in anywhere in society. His friends were stronger or smarter than he was and even his other brothers seemed to get the benefit of their family's genes.

So when he received a letter about changing his life forever, he didn't believe it. But after doing research on the internet, he understood that he would become a different man as long as he accepted everything that was going to happen to him.

They broke down the mental barriers that he had built up over the years. They enhanced his physical attributes through exercise, diet and drugs that made him stronger and faster. He didn't notice or even care that as this happened, his entire personality was changing.

Where once he had been tall and thin, now he was a physical beast. Where once he would question everything that was told him, he now accepted his orders without question. Where once he had no purpose in life, now he had been given purpose through obedience.

Now, he was a soldier ready to do what was required of him. And damn anybody who got in his way.

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“Come on, Prof, keep watching my perfect ass bounce up and down and give in and switch my grade from a C to an A.”

Professor Johnson was completely entranced by his student’s bouncing ass that all he could do was reply Yes. In fact, he couldn’t think of anything else but changing his student’s grade to an A.

“Very good Prof but I couldn’t help but notice that you look hungry and my ass looks very tasty. Why don’t you dive in.”

Right then, Professor Johnson felt extremely hungry but not for food, he needed the hypnotic ass in front of him. As a bit of drool escaped his mouth, he mindlessly said yes and dove into that perfect ass.

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As Logan was taking a progress pic, he saw something strange out of the corner of his eye. He watched as his trainer walk entered the locker room, stripped of his clothes, drop to his knees, and started to whisper something that he couldn’t quite hear.

Logan was perplexed by what was happening. He thought maybe his trainer needed some help so he walked over to see if he was okay. As he walked over, he was able to hear what his trainer was saying. His trainer just kept repeating that he must kneel and wait for his Master.

Logan was a bit freaked out by hearing this but then a thought entered his head that he must kneel and wait for his Master. He tried to ignore this thought but it just kept repeating in his head until without even realizing it, he started to remove his clothes, knelt next to his trainer, and started to repeat that he must kneel and wait for his Master perfectly in-synch with his trainer.

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The White Biker Bandit was at his usual race ground looking for new targets when he saw some motorcycle police officers. He panicked thinking they had come to find him, but then he noticed they seemed to be here doing some police training, they didn't have a clue what was going on. This was absolutely perfect, he'd never had any police officers under his control, but this would change very quickly.

He waited until most of the police officers had gone into the meeting room, there were just two still outside chatting. He approached them pretending to be interested in their police motorbikes and asked if he could take a look. They were happy to show him, in fact they seemed to love the attention and having people admiring them so they were somewhat off guard. This was perfect.

"Thanks for letting me take a look at your bike officers, just before I leave you to it, I've got something I think you'd both like to look at" the bandit took out his favourite pendant and held it up making sure both officers were looking at it.

"what is it"? One officer asked, he was already staring intently at it.

"Wow it's so pretty" the other officer exclaimed.

"That's it officers" the bandit spoke, "it really is pretty, you want to keep staring at the beautiful pendant, you get lost in it's beauty, look deeper and you'll feel your thoughts and cares washing away.

"ooohh you're riiigghttt" the first officer said.

The second responded shortly after "I can't...I can't seem to...look away"

The bandit smiled, he had them. These highly trained officers couldn't even resist his powerful pendant.

"Now officers, I'm in charge, you will always respond to me and do as I ask do you understand?"

"yeessss" they both replied.

"Yes Sir"! the bandit responded with.

The first younger officer instantly replied "yes siirrr"

The bandit looked the second more senior officer, he still seemed to have a touch of resistance.

"Come on now officer, you know I'm in charge. Just stare even deeper into the pendant, look at the beautiful light reflecting from it, how it penetrates into your brain, you know you can't resist".

The second officer's eyes narrowed as he was focusing more and more on the pendant. Then he suddenly seemed to go slightly limp and his eyes dropped down.

"yes.....sirr" he finally responded with.

"great, now I've got two police officers under my control, no one will ever stop me now"!

The bandit smiled knowing how much fun he would have with these two handsome motorcycles officers

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Management at the race track started to notice something was wrong, racers kept talking about one particular member, singing his praises whenever anyone would ask them anything, always congratulating him after each win even when he had low odds. After discussing it with the rest of their team, the owners of the race track decided to speak with this particular biker to see if they could find out what was going on. They had suspicions he was bribing other racers to let him win which was against their rules.

The two men approached the biker, one of them asked him to remove his helmet as they needed to speak about something very important. Initially he just stared at them without saying a word. The two men initially just looked back assuming he was about to speak. The other man was just about to speak when the biker pulled out his pendant and held it in front of the two men, they both immediately started staring at it, the glistening caught their eyes and neither of them could seem to look away, neither of them wanted to look away, it was so beautiful. They didn't even seem to notice the biker had now started speaking to them, telling them he is in control, he is their master, they will do anything he tells them. They didn't seem to notice they were nodding along and replying to him with "yes master" every time he said something to them.

Soon after, the two men returned to the office and told the rest of the team that the biker is fine and hadn't done anything wrong. What they didn't tell the team was that they had given the biker personal access to the membership list and control of the CCTV system, as well as their own addresses and phone numbers.

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The White Biker Bandit strikes again, claiming more leather clad bikers. He has hypnotised nearly all the regular racers now. He initially started just so he could win the races, but the more guys he hypnotised, the more he started to get addicted to having handsome guys under his control.

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The White Biker Bandit slowly worked his way through the team, he'd mastered his hypnosis powers years ago when he first noticed his attraction to leather clad bikers. Now anyone he takes a fancy to won't be able to resist his power, as soon as he starts speaking to them and shows them his special pendant he's got them under his control!

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"Mind-Melter held the security guard's chin and guided him to stare into his eyes🌀

The villain's hypnotic gaze slowly drained the man's will power the longer he stared...

This guard won't be doing any thinking for a while, could do as a new brainwashed henchman~😈"

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(Reposting older work. Boy requested this one!🥰)

"Seems like the fratboy still has some leftover triggers after attending a hypnosis show!

His frat bros keep triggering him on accident... Might as well do something fun with it while it lasts!"