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[hypnotownn]

New year , new slave

I went for new year with all my family (my older brother , my mother and my father)

To our big family reunion.

I have a big family and they like to throw parties a bunch so of course they threw a party for the new year, and with a bunch of alcool of course.

Me and my brother were pretty bored during the party so we would just wander around the house by ourselves.

So i said “hey i got a gift for you!”

He replied happy and surprised of course

I gave him this gift , which was just one of these old CD reader with headphones attached to it.

“Why did u give me that?” He said

“You never heard of it?” I said , ready to lie to him

“About what”

“About this audio that satisfy you like the asmr or calming sounds but 10X better, it s viral among my friends” i said making a bunch of shit up

“No, should i try this?”

“Yes its not even 10 minutes long”

So my careless brother used the audio, in just 2 minutes he was already staring at the wall with vacant eyes and totally stiff.

So i took the headphone off and started to condition him

“Brother you will do anything i say”

“Yes” he replied firm

“That s right, you will forget about my gift and about trying my audio, you will just remember that when i say “sleep” talking to you ,you will come back 30 times deeeper in a trance, right?”

“Yes”

“Also you think it s perfectly NORMAL to being touched by me, either in your pants or your feet, it s just something normal that can happen, and tonight you will tell mom to that we are having a male night so me father and you are gonna sleep toghether,right ?”

“Yes”

Part 1, give a like for part 2

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mass cop conversion

After a successful field test, Officers Bradley, Johnson, Miller, and Phillips were sitting inside their vehicle. It was a pretty exhausting day, doing multiple fitness tests, shooting exercises, and reviewing tactical guidelines.

They are on their way back to the station on a vacant road through the forest, a little outside of town. Bradley has been sitting in the passenger seat right next to his partner for 3 years, Johnson, who's sitting behind the steering wheel. The other two officers are sitting in the back, both of them browsing their phones. He exchanged a knowing look with his partner before shaking their heads and smiling.

As two senior officers, they had to teach the greener cops how to act, what to do, and what to say without causing too much trouble. It was working quite well, but at times, the rookies, especially Phillips, were a bit too enthusiastic.

After a long day at work, Bradley was barely able to keep his eyes open; luckily, he wasn't the one driving. Yet, as he rests his head against the seat behind him, he spots a little bright light shining through the woods.

"That's odd." He growled, drawing Johnson's attention.

"What?" His partner asked before turning his head as well.

Both of them watch the light shine brighter, illuminating more and more of the forest ground.

Now, even the rookies turned their heads, and all four men watched the light approach them, bewildered, before Johnson stopped the car.

"What are you doing?" Miller asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"It could be something worth investigating." Bradley said, looking at his partner.

But then, before any of the officers could react, the light widened even more, engulfing their entire vehicle in a bright, white light.

"What the fuck?" Bradley said, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, as all the others did the same.

Through his fingers, he was able to see a big, shadowy figure approach their car from the front, clearly the source of this bright light.

"Fuck this." Johnson grunted, hitting the horn of the car in frustration.

"Who is this motherfucker?" Phillips groaned, trying to get a better look at the source of light as well.

Shaking his head, Bradley reached for the door, but before he could open it, a weird feeling spread through him.

The air all around them grew thicker, so heavy that it got so much harder to breathe properly. A burning sensation spread across Bradley's skin and eyes; clearly, it wasn't some ordinary light.

"Fuck." Miller groaned as well, and Bradley turned his head to the other officer's. Just by their expression alone, he knew they were feeling the same thing.

With his hands shaking, he reached for the door again, but the pressure on his body just got way worse. Something was pushing him back—some invisible force causing their bodies to stay in place.

"We need....to get out." Bradley's body was pressed against the seat, and he couldn't move a muscle; instead, his body tensed more and more due to the pressure put upon it.

"I can't.." Johnson said breathlessly, obviously feeling the same. "What is this?" His face grimaced in pain, and his voice broke, ending in a silent moan.

Bradley turned his head to find his partner leaning back against the seat, breathing very quickly. Both of his hands are on his chest, clawing at his clothes. He could tell that he was barely able to breathe.

At this time, his breath quickened rapidly as well. As Bradley tried to regain his composure, he looked at the rookies through the rear view mirror, just to see them in a similar state. Phillips looked even worse, sweating and panting heavily while also clawing at his tight uniform. The temperature inside the car rose as well, causing their predicament to feel even worse.

Both rookies looked at him, seemingly asking for help, but there was nothing he could do.

"It's going to be fine." He growled, trying to make the rookies feel at ease, even though he didn't even know what was happening to them.

Bradley shook his head but was unable to avoid the light. His face flushed with color as his skin heated up even more.

Subconsciously, he started to tug at his clothes and his vest, and he somehow managed to remove his helmet, making it a little easier to breathe, just for a second. It dropped to the floor, but the pressure on his chest intensified again.

The light was shining ever so brightly right inside their eyes, but there was something else, something much more dangerous, inmidst those beams of light—another, invisible beam, a force echoing through the entire vehicle.

Just then, Bradley noticed some sort of sound—music or a speech—echoing through the entire car as well. He couldn't understand a word; he just felt a rhythm invading his mind.

"What is that?" He growled, still breathing so fast.

In response, Phillips let out a low moan, with his voice so rough.

The car was rocking slightly, something neither officer had experienced before.

Bradley closed his eyes, all of him focusing, trying so hard to get control, to move, to get out of this car, yet something was stopping him—something now crawling into his mind.

Images appeared—so many different, weird images: men on their knees, men made to serve, men made to obey.

It struck something deep inside him: the sound, the rhythm, that blinding light—all of it was putting so much pressure on his body and mind.

As waves of electricity pulsated through every fiber and every bone of his body, his muscles were the first to react.

Bradley's body grew hard; his muscles bulged against the fabric of his uniform, causing his vest to act as more of a restraint than actual protection.

Unaware, he was now stroking himself, running a hand across his chest firmly through his vest and uniform shirt while trying to calm himself down and steady his breaths.

"Fuck." He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked through the rear-view mirror once more.

Shocked, he saw both rookies doing the same, but even more: Phillips and Miller were leaning back against the seats, stroking their own chests with both of their hands. Their faces were plagued by pain and pleasure, with their expressions shifting rapidly. 

Both officers let out low moans as their bodies slowly reacted to their strokes. Their bodies moved in sync with the strokes and sensual movements.

Bradley himself intensified his strokes, feeling all of his muscles tense more and more.

As much as it was terrifying, something deep inside him found this alluring, but that wasn't him. It was a thought planted in him by that invisible, indoctrinating force.

"What is happening?" He cried out before a low groan escaped his lips. Barely able to move, he turned his head to see Johnson already one step ahead.

His partner's face looked pain-ridden, looking right into the bright light. He was stroking himself firmly beneath his vest, feeling himself, and touching himself so lovingly.

Bradley didn't understand what was happening to them, but his body was oddly into it. He could tell his member was hard already. Either due to the sight of the other officers or the pressure put on his body, he couldn't tell.

Just then, when he turned his face back into the light, his head grew so heavy. It was burning his eyes and, at the same time, invading his mind.

Panting, he struggled to keep his eyes open while his mind was flooded with more images and more thoughts of simple obedience.

This time, however, he saw himself as the obedient one. He was down on his knees, right next to this man he only knew as "sir". 

He was wearing a similar uniform, but his hands were cuffed behind his back. It was tight—it hurt a little—but he didn't mind. The man touched him lovingly—his cheeks, neck, and down to his thick chest—and it felt so good.

At the same time, one of his hands ran down his chest, right to his thighs, and between his legs. Bradley was growing so hard and so fast, and a sudden warmth began to engulf his chest.

Like a flower, it bloomed inside his chest and spread rapidly. His whole upper body tingled, and his breathing got out of control. Bradley moaned in ecstacy, leaning his head back once more.

His eyes rolled back into his head, turning white, while the tingling sensation flowed through him—into his arms, hands, and even into his fingertips. They felt numb, yet he experienced so much pressure and pleasure—his clothes were restraining him, however.

He tried to tear his clothes apart as all of his muscles grew bigger and harder, straining the fabric of his now-tight uniform.

Bradley was struggling to keep a sane mind; it was surreal. He managed to steady his head, but his eyes were so heavy.

Unable to speak, more moans escaped his lips, and when his eyes fell on those two rookies again, he groaned.

The young officers were experiencing the exact same thing. Both of them were touching themselves firmly through their uniforms. Their dicks were tenting visibly, with Phillips already staining his clothes either with his sweat or his cum.

They moaned and thrusted a few times, experiencing pure pleasure. Their eyes too rolled back a few times as their rough and husky voices filled the air all around them.

This encouraged Bradley to touch himself through his pants as well. His cock was larger than ever before—it was pressing against his pants, visibly even through his underwear and uniform—and he felt all of him growing even harder by the second.

Bradley was sweating heavily now as the air all around him grew even thicker, filled with the moans and groans of the other officers. The smell was even worse; all men were sweaty already, yet this was different. As some were leaking, it's smell mixed with the other bodily fluids.

Bradley closed his eyes, trying his best to block these thoughts, smells, and noises, but all he saw were more images of him being a mere plaything.

The man was demanding more, so his body flexed hard. He did everything to please him. And the same command entered his mind over and over again.

"Obey."

Part of him wanted to obey, to give in, yet he had to push it back to regain control over himself again.

Fighting back, shaking his head, and trying to thrash around, Bradley turned to Johnson, who was looking at him as well. Both men were touching themselves and their cocks firmly, but they tried hard to stay focused.

Johnson was looking for help—a release—but neither of them could move even an inch. They were struggling so hard but failed. Whatever was happening shouldn't be happening, was all they could think.

But the now-comforting warmth kept spreading into every corner of their bodies, making it so much harder to not just give in. Their minds were invaded once again—even more images of simple, blissful obedience.

Bradley steadied himself against the seat, one hand firmly grabbing his own cock, the other on his chest, stroking himself lovingly.

The warmth entered his thighs and legs and flowed into his toes, causing the numbing, tingling sensation to become more intense. His body moved on its own, spreading his legs to make more space for his large member and his hands running along its ever-growing shaft.

For one last time, he looked into the rear-view mirror.

In horror, he saw both officers giving in to this phenomenal feeling; Phillips and Miller were touching each other, stroking each other's chests firmly. Their gazes were empty, just looking straight ahead, while their expressions kept shifting—pain and pleasure—again and again.

He watched their hands encompass each other's bodies: chests, thighs, necks, biceps, and pecs. All while they growled, moaned, and groaned in unison.

Holding back a painful moan, he suddenly felt a hand on his chest—his partner's hand. Johnson started to stroke him gently.

"What are you?" Bradley turned his face to look at the other officer, who was looking into the bright light, his face red yet unbothered.

He tried to fight back, but something deep inside him was enjoying this. "Don't," he begged, but Johnson didn't reply; however, he moaned instead, still looking right into the light.

This sparked something inside Bradley's chest: the urge to be touched and be fondled with by another man. He saw the images again—how good it felt to be touched like that, to be obedient.

"Fuuck." He moaned deeply, loving the firm hand touching him, stroking him, and playing with his nipples through the thin fabric of his uniform.

Instinctively, he reached out as well, and once his fingertips touched Johnson's chest, his dick grew even harder.

He never thought of touching a man like that before, especially his partner or any other officer, but it just felt so good.

Bradley loved how this man's body reacted to the simplest touch—how hard his muscles and tight his clothes were.

He turned his face into the light and acted simply on command.

Both officers were touching each other, feeling each other, and enjoying each other's bodies.

It felt like the tingling sensation was following their every move as their bodies shifted slightly.

The officers eyes were unfocused; now vacant, all of them stared into the light when a single thought flooded their minds.

"Obey. Cum and obey. Cum and obey."

Simultaneously, the four men reached down for each other's rock-hard cocks, stroking them through their pants at first.

Sweating, they started to drool heavily as more and more moans escaped their lips.

One by one, they struggled to unbutton their uniform pants, but after a few failed attempts, they succeeded.

As Johnson pulled out Bradley's wet, hard cock, he instantly started to play with it. All the others did the same, wrapping their hands around each other's dicks and moving their hands up and down their lengths.

It just felt so good to be touched like that, causing them to let out satisfied groans.

Bradley bit his lower lip, holding back, yet his low guttural growl echoed through the car, followed by similar noises from the others.

While their cocks were being fondled with, they stroked their own chests again, and the tingling feeling entered their necks and minds.

All of them grew weaker, yet their strokes became firmer.

Their hands moved to an unseen and unheard rhythm, and all four cops were edging already.

It wouldn't take long for them to fulfill their duty.

"Serve. Cum and obey."

Miller's cock was the first to give in to the pressure. He shot load after load, covering not only Phillip's hands but their clothes with his precious, hot cum.

His moans filled the air, followed by Johnson, then Phillips. All of them were cumming simultaneously, and the smell of cum and sweat was undeniable.

With one final stroke, Bradley gave in to that tingling as well. As his cock erupted, his mind was drained of everything.

He couldn't think or speak; he just moaned again and again.

Bradley's beautiful eyes were vacant, unfocused, and dull, just like the others'.

With every load and every ounce of cum leaving their bodies, more and more of their will, their resilience, and their minds were drained. Replaced with only one thought.

Obedience.

They sat there for what felt like hours, but it was mere minutes.

The light turned off, and several shadowy figures approached the vehicle. They watched through the windows and found four cops—mere empty husks, empty and ready for further programming.

Their clothes were stained with sweat, cum, as they kept drooling as well.

The doors opened, and a young man, seemingly enjoying this sight very much, smirked.

"The first stage is complete." He said that and reached for Officer Bradley's chest, touching him and stroking him firmly, but the cop didn't react.

"Good boys." The man patted his chest and looked at four other men doing the same.

"Take them for further experiments." The man took a step back.

"Yes, sir." 

He watched four bulky men dressed in black leather pull those four cops out of the car—a sight to behold.

Their dicks were hanging out of their pants; all of them were covered in sweat and cum—a debilitating smell. Their eyes were empty, and even though they were thick, muscular men, they didn't fight back.

The officers were carried toward the other vehicle and out into the back.

With one last smile, the young man looked at them before closing the back doors.

[hypnotownn]

"Yo nerd, what the fuck? Privacy please,"

"Well, but you've shown me that dick before. You even let me suck that, what else do you need to hide from me?"

"W--wha--"

"Yeah. But it's even better to see that meat harden when you worship my cock and beg me to cum into your mouth, you know? So amazing to see you becoming a little pup begging to get his fair share of snack,"

And as Corey said the trigger word, Donovan instantly kneeled under the stream of water coming out of the shower head, he let his tongue out and the sharpness and cockiness radiated from his eyes changed into one filled with admiration

"Now that's more beautiful. Come on, little pup, suck this dick good and we'll see how long you can remain a good little pup by not shooting your load until I told you so,"

[hypnotownn]

After the workout Ted went to the lockeroom and when he picked his phone he frooze for a minute.

The buddy next to him said “Ted you ok?”

But Ted didn’t answer and started slowly walking towards the mirror and took a photo.

Then he went back to his locker

“Ted what’s wrong?”

Ted staring into the wall replied “i have to go now”

And left the lockeroom

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[hypnotownn]

WHAT VIDEO IS THAT!?! Please someone can give me the name of the video or instructions where to find it

The Transformation

The muscle cop, once happily married with two sons, found himself abandoned by his wife. Under the influence of a hypnotist, he and his sons became engrossed in bodybuilding and football, adopting a patriarchal mindset.

However, the hypnotist desired a more extreme transformation, aiming to mold them into hyper masculine conservative men. This process involved not only the cop, but also his two strapping sons, as well as other men from their inner circle.

[hypnotownn]

Dad , i’m stuck in this level could you help me?

“Sure son”

It’s a very complex puzzle i can’t figure it out

“What kind of puzzle?”

Here, watch your self

“Huh, for sure it’s trippy… maybe i’m …too tired..for..”

Don’t worry dad, you don’t have to go to work tomorrow i’ve already told your boss that you are sick

“But🌀🌀🌀 … i’m not 🌀🌀.. sssii…🌀🌀🌀”

Yes dad you are!

“Am i?huh🌀🌀”

Yes, you are sick , so sick that you feel all dizzy and asleep on your feet

“You…🌀🌀🌀 you are right🌀”

Good boi, stop fighting it and let your concious mind sleep

“Huh🌀🌀🌀🌀..”

[hypnotownn]

Muscle men hypnotized by femboy’s spirals as they should

[hypnotownn]

Uncle steve enjoy my pink slime too much 🌀🌀

[hypnotownn]

SHUT UP AND SIT NOW DAD.

Do you remember who is in charge?

“Yes”

Good boi, and who is it?

“You are in charge”

Good, now stop screaming and flex for me

[hypnotownn]

Now listen to my words and relax, the master will be so happy when he sees his new slave

[hypnotownn]

Finally dad and uncle play with me

They were always so busy after work and never had time to spend with me, but since we played “listen and obey” toghether they always play with me.

When i snap my fingers they go to sleep but i dont understand why they just sleep in place instead of going to bed…. Really weird but im happy

[hypnotownn]

The Cop I Own Part 3

My creaky bedroom door wakes me up, and my eyes open to see my hypnotized servant, Officer De Luca, bringing me breakfast in bed. His own eyes look tired, but he mutters a respectful, "Good morning, sir," and obediently brings the meal to a tray on my bedstand.

I'd programmed him well. The cop gets up several hours before his shift to begin his own routine of suiting up in uniform and working out in my basement. I've made it so that his police outfit is the only thing he wears anymore, and I enjoy seeing him sweat in it.

Then he begins the more important job of cooking me a hearty breakfast.

After De Luca carefully sets the tray over my lounging legs, he takes a step back and stands at attention near my bedside. The towel is still draped over his arm like he's a waiter, ready to be useful at a moment's notice.

If all the suggestions I planted worked, he should offer me some morning services before I dismiss him to go to work.

"Would you like me to fetch the paper for you, sir?" he asks, staring straight ahead.

"No. Just help me get ready."

"Of course, sir."

The cop pulls the empty tray off, placing it on the other side of the room. He then grabs the outfit he ironed and folded for me last night, helping each article onto my frame. He knows its important that I don't do any of this myself.

As the officer finishes tying my shoelaces, I nudge him back with my foot and stand. Walking out of the room with my glass of milk, the cop scrambles to collect the dirty dishes and follow behind my steps.

De Luca brings what's left of breakfast to the kitchen sink and begins frantically scrubbing while I fall into the living room sofa.

"How much time do you have until you need to leave for work," I call.

I hear the faucet turn off as he steps into the room to give a respectful answer.

"20 minutes, sir."

"That's plenty of time to scrub this floor again," I say.

"I scrubbed and polished it last night," he assured me as I tip my glass of milk over, ruining his hard work, "Oh, right away, sir."

He pulls some cleaning supplies from the basement and begins wiping down the floor. I notice his eyes darting to the clock every once in awhile. The cop was probably terrified that I was going to make him be late again.

"Sir," he says from his knees with worried eyes, "Is there anything else?"

Glancing to the clock, I'm happy to see he has a few more minutes to spare.

"Yeah, I need a footrest while I watch some TV."

He knows exactly what to do, getting into position in front of me so I can prop my feet on his back. De Luca frowns at the humiliation, but he's helpless to disobey me.

"Are you going to work hard today," I ask him like he's a child about to go to school.

"Yes, sir."

"Are you going to make me some money?"

"Yes, sir," he doesn't hesitate to respond, "And I'll take the late shift tonight to make you some extra."

"Alright," I relent, "Good cop, you can go now."

"Yes, sir," he smiles as he climbs to his feet and puts the cleaning supplies away. "Have a good day, sir!" he calls before stepping out the door.

I know he means it too. Even though I make him do all this menial work, forced him to abandon his old lifestyle, and even took over his mind, he still can't help but think I'm the best person in the world. That's what's so beautiful about a mind controlled servant.

I watch as he gives me an endearing wave before hopping in the police cruiser.

Maybe, he has some cop buddies that would make good servants too...

[hypnotownn]

Whats the AI app that you used to generate this please i need to know

[hypnotownn]

From homophobe to homo-slave

My dad is homophobic and hates on me because i am gay.

Today we were arguing about homosexuality, about how disgusting it is for him and how he would never allow his son to have pink hair.

He was so manly and proud to say nothing in the world could turn him gay so i challenged him

“Bet i can make you gay”

“I will NEVER be gay”

“Let’s bet , how much?”

“AH, i’ll give you all my money if you can, but u gotta give me all yours if you cant”

“Deal”

…

“So what you gonna do now?”

“Nothing, i’ll just ask you to watch a film”

“A film? That’s all?”

“Yep! I’ll let you have a solo experience because i want you to feel relaxed , no cheating tho! You must watch it , we have cams in the room i will know if you cheat”

“Bye dad!”

So i left the house and after a while my dad sent me a pic

With an audio saying “i’m ready master”

1 week later

I woke up with my dad smiling at me with pink spiral still glowing in his eyes

“Goodmorning master”

“Goodmorning dog,you look so good with pink hair gooood boii”

My dad started smiling with his tongue out breathing like a dog

“Show your master those muscles”

“What do you think about gays?”

“I am sexually attracted by feminine gay twinks, feminine boys are superior and its my job to obey and fulfill their happiness because their wish is my command”

“So you are a faggot, i won the bet”

“Yes master”

“Instead of giving me your money i will be kind and instead for losing you will just sit on the couch and watch this ‘film’ once again ok?”

“Yes master”

Said my dad with his eyes rolling out

[hypnotownn]

My dad woke up next to me on the couch screaming “why am i naked!?”

So i told him “what’s wrong? There’s nothing weird being naked with me”

He start to be confused and embarassed “OF COURSE THERE IS NOW TELL ME WHY AM I NAKED”

I said “don’t you remember?” While pointing at the tv

With a big pink spiral

“Remember wha- … i remember… i .. i am.. i was… uhh”

I start touching his pecs slowly like u cuddle a pet

“That’s right u are a slave, because you love obeying femboy’s orders”

“Yes, i am inferior , your will is my command”

“Good boi ,now go prepare breakfast dad”

“Yes master”

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My sister’s boyfriend is so foolish , once i showed him the spiral he couldn’t stop staring and thought it was a funny video .when my sister come home we can play barbie with a real ken!