#hypno cops

[bigboysfalldeep]

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.

[hotudla]

“You must obey. You will obey. You must not resist the brainwashing”

The VRs flashed the sex zombie programming into their confused heads and bound, sweaty muscles. The cocky cops were powerless to resist as their wills and cocks succumbed to the brainwashing.

WATCH HERE THE 3 PARTS OF THIS HOT VIDEO

[windsweptinred]

The fact that Dream had to deal with the Greek Pantheon as his family in law is both horrifying and absolutely hilarious. Did the poor naive soul walk into that thinking it couldn't be any worse then his family? ... There's I'll do anything for my beloved wife to be and dealing with Lord grope first, think never as your father in law. Yeah sure Dream, live separately from your wife to 'keep it special'. I'm pretty sure that's code for, keep your entire family of chaotic neutral rabbits way way... Way over there where I don't have to see, speak or hear them. Ever! Wow, think of the mutual family gatherings. At some point, Desire and Aphrodite shared the same breathing space and yet the world somehow surivied past the hellenistic period. Amazing!

[siremasterlawrence]

On The Line Of Play

“Excuse me sir! Here as ordered”

“Indeed you are!”

“Get your ass inside”

“Shut up and don’t say a word”

“Face the wall and hands on door “

“Let’s see you like a pat down, a frisk.”

“How do you like that?”

“Spread your legs”

“Drop the bag”

“Let’s see what you have pig”

“Perfect, now open your pig mouth”

“Your tie should hold your mouth shut”

“Uuuuuuhhhhhh”

“One hard squat and you howl”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Too funny”

“Let’s progress things “

“Let me lead you, sit your ass down and I’ll cuff you.”

Officer dumbfuck sits tight as I press play on my iPad sitting on a table laying on the wall, and the video starts to play a beautiful multicolored spiral spins onto the screen I’m a rhythmic fashion music plays continuously on a never ending loop.

Office falls prey to it extremely easily in a very fast instant his eyes began to loose his focus on everything else around him? His bodies slack and he is frozen in time lost to the words on the screen I am all that matter right now.

Reaching for my bag I place it on the floor at his feet I open it placing the towel on the floor, number of items as instructed are o full display for me to peruse and chooses accordingly for my purposes so that I can take ownership for him.

“I am Master Lawrence’s slave “

“I obey Master Lawrence “

“I am his loyal servant”

“I am his puppet “

“I am his weapon”

“My job is to protect him l

“My life is to serve him”

“I am his loyal one “

“My badge is his tool”

“I yearn to submit “

“His body is my temple “

“I can freely trust him”

“Only do as I say “

“I follow his command “

“He is my God”

Happily I click my fingers after a hour and a half he wakes up completely empty devoid of any free will and I joyously feel a power trip like no other forming a fist then slapping him hard.

Cupping his chin I lift him up to the sky to be able to face me and then I kiss him usurping all of his power swinging behind his back and I reach for his keys in his pockets undoing his cuffs.

Placing the key away I instruct him to rise to his feet he stood tall under my power staring into the light and he learns his lesson by all means possible and I become someone of greater power.

I meet him head on grasping his pecs with my hands feeling them up before I start to play with him and I realize the more effort

I make to program the better for me it is

the solution.

“Office Jay! Tell me”

.”What chief?”

“What is your purpose?”

“To serve and protect you “

“Good boi “

“Mmmmmm”

“Take a knee”

“Swear to me your allegiance “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“I pledge my mind and body to you “

“I serve only you “

“My will is yours “

“I am committed to you “

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

[sec-heriablangel]

These guys are wearing it

[thetistaboveall]

The Boyfriend Project

find myself in a super complicated type of situation that encompasses the last few years of this relationship.

His name is Richard Grayson a former hard core inmate at New York City correctional facility.

He had kidnap me from my home one day on a random bet by other people in my town apartment building.

It one late night the darkness covers the sky on a dark midnight blue shines blocking the window.

I get up with the moonlight in my face once shock hit me blinding me upon the face I sat up.

All of a sudden I can feel a shadow attach on to me from the window and I freak out to see a leg break the glass.

Apparently this guy he has been arrested by the cops for a multitude of reasons I can’t even speak of.

He hugs me a bit then presses his back on to me slamming my body in to the wall again.

I can feel his breath on me as he pushed me in to his car and drives off for a bit.

“What the fuck? Who are you?” I scream out loud jumping out of the bed.

“Ssssshhhhhhh” he blows out putting his slim finger on his lips.

“Let me go, get out” I yell backing up to the wall.

“Relax! I will leave soon I promise.” He swears.

“You are coming with me.” He tells me wrapping his hand on my mouth.

“HELP!” I scream.

“What is your problem?” He asks.

“You kidnap me” I add.

“So?” He questions me.

“You don’t see what is wrong there.” He says.

“I can’t understand why, but I can’t let you go” he replies.

“It is not in the plan but things change.”

He turns on his air conditioner blowing in to my face I inhale falling a sleep to the side.

The head crocks over to the side but my eyes flutter close to his delight with love.

All I can remember when I wake up is the faint taste of his lips touching mine in a sexy kiss.

“Oooooohhhhhh! Baby!”

“Ugh!”

“I love you”

“The man of my dreams”

“I want to be with you”

“I am gonna escape”

“With what?”

“Face it! You are stuck here”

“The hell I am”

I couldn’t ignore him for some reason as I am managing to lock myself in the bedroom

He breaks through the window yet again I am ready waiting in the shadows I hit him over the head.

In one heavy move he is knocked out deeply lost to his unconscious and tied to the chair

“Uuuuuggggghhhhh! Ooooohhhhhh”

“My head! You did this to me. Didn’t you?”

“Yeah! Bastard “

“So Hot!”

“Look at the candle on the table”

“Watch as it flickers”

“Surrender in to the deep sea of fire forget it all, I am all that matters that you serve only me.”

The end

The Boyfriend Project 2

“Richard’s friend”

“Oh Hi!”

“Come in please”

“I wanted to speak with you “

“What happen to him?”

“He is fine, go inside “

“What on earth?”

“STOP!”

“Sorry buddy”

“Stare in to my eyes”

“Nnnnnoooooo!”

“Fall in to me”

“You came to spy to me?”

“Save him?”

“Fuck you !”

“I broke him”

“Messed with his mind”

“Overtook him”

“Overwrite him”

“I control him”

“Dick join me please”

“Hand cuff him”

“Drop the love bomb”

“Yes Master! Boom”

“Hahahahahahaha”

“Are you ok Tyler?”

“Yyyyyeeeeesssss Master”

“I am your Master”

“You are my boyfriend “

“I am the love of your life”

“Will you serve me?”

“Yes please own me”

“Serve me for life”

“Yes, I am your man”

“I am your God!”

“Love me”

The end

[umbrify]

Ren showing up to bust the party in his basement and everyone scattering is the funniest thing. Personal highlights of the escape include:

Ren, distant: “Hello???”

Jevin: “The kings here!”

Impulse: “Oh no no!!”

Hypno: “Woah! It’s the cops! Cheese it!!!”

Grian, increasingly distressed: “you didn’t clear this wiTH THE KING??”

Tango: “Dad’s here!!”

The sheer speed that everyone just scattered on outta there was incredible. Hypno called scatter and everyone just bailed immediately

[doublegrinch]

Do you have a favorite bit of hypno-community media?

Oh gosh, don't make me choose XD

Okay, to even have a chance at answering this, I'm gonna have to divide by type. Get ready for an avalanche of shoutouts.

Literary media

My personal niche! The cop-out answer here is "pretty much everything Jukebox ever wrote", since there's so much to pick from.

I can't pick just one, so

Subroutine by @kallie-den is single-handedly responsible for me having a "drone phase" (yes it was a phase, mom!)

If we go older, a lot of Trilby Else's stories go waaay too dark for me, but Purpose strikes just the right balance of enticing and pitch dark. Very much CW: noncon, implied self-harm and other very dark stuff

Gotta mention the OG fave and inspiration for Mind Play, Busman's Holiday by Wiseguy

Going Down Gamblin' by @h-sleepingirl is genius

@modren83's Whiteout, one of the all-time greats

@skaetlett's Bouquet Bound is peak Skaetcore and I love it for that reason alone (and also it's very good)

And of course, The Love and Trances of Madison and Belladonna by @misscammiedawn. No I'm not just saying that cuz it's you asking, it's legit an inspiration for my personal "lovey dovey scenes between partners" style :)

I'm forgetting some others (like, I can't pick just *one* @ellaenchanting story, that's impossible). I just like a lot of smut okay??

Audios

Okay, so I have a bias for my friends here. I have a number of people I know who do files on occasion (yourself included!) that I adore. Also shout out to my friend Pling (who isn't on tumblr) for his very very good files on Patreon. And of course, the ridiculously talented and prolific @secret-subject.

My go-to "underrated fave" though is Secret's Please Hold, a very cleverly produced track about a help line with very interesting hold music. Extra bonus points for the version where the person you're trying to reach picks up the phone at the end ^^

Visual Media

There's a specific comic by Sleepymaid that's not online anymore about a "hypnosis diner" where two ladies go to dine. One asks for obliviousness, the other for robotization. Just a very nice combo.

Also this piece by Keeper of Pots. Something about the expression on the girl with the fan.

[the-masculine-alpha]

Macho Cop Hypno Humiliation

"The hypnotist, enticed by a hefty sum of money, successfully mesmerized a macho police officer into performing a strip show at a private gay party. With expert skill and cunning persuasion, the hypnotist orchestrated a spectacle that left the rich old men in awe. The once stoic and authoritative officer transformed into a vivacious entertainer, captivating the wealthy perv guests with his unexpected and risqué performance. The hypnotist's ability to manipulate and control minds proved lucrative on this fateful evening."

[theminecraftbee]

“When you said you had a plan, I thought it would be better than this.”

“Hey, man, don’t look at me. I’m not the one who stole a mermaid.”

“You can’t steal a person. Xb made the choice to come with me.”

Xb flaps his tail lazily from the center of the pool. The chlorine feels strange against his scales, but it’ll do for the time being, for being the first time he’s been in fresh air for quite a while. He tilts his head and watches Hypno argue with his chilly human, only to realize they’ve turned to him.

“Don’t look at me. I was the one who was stolen,” he says. Hypno sighs in a way that’s grown familiar.

“You told me I—I’m just saying that—this isn’t even ours, Cub!”

“We steal Keralis’s pool all the time,” the chilly human says. “He hasn’t called the cops on us yet.”

“I think he’s trying to Home Alone us,” Hypno mutters, “not that he’s an altruist.”

“Eh,” the chilly human says.

“When you said you had a plan—”

“I didn’t have a mermaid plan. I had a ‘Scar steals a manatee from the aquarium’ plan that I modified. Have to say, Hypno, didn’t expect you to be the one to make me use it.”

“…why would a Scar steal a manatee, and how were you planning on handling the chemicals in here?” Xb asks. It is, he figures, the only truly relevant part of the conversation.

“He’s Scar,” Hypno answers, at the same time as the chilly human answers:

“That was one of the steps I modified when Hypno told me you’d be able to just breathe a bit of air. Didn’t have to buy out the water treatment for fish from Petco.”

“What?” Hypno says.

“Fair,” Xb says, as though he knows what a Petco is. (He knows many human things after his time in captivity. That is not one of them.)

“Stop complaining so much,” the chilly human says. “Who else would you have asked who’d have a plan like this?”

“Jevin,” Hypno says instantly.

“Rude.”

“We can’t just keep Xb in Keralis’s pool. We have to have another place to put him later. Ideally, the actual ocean, but even before then,” Hypno continues.

“It is a little small,” Xb concedes. It is still better than his old tank by far, but if he’s being given the time to complain…

“Not just that,” Hypno says. “But—”

“Aha! I got you this time!” a sing-song voice from above says. “Naughty boys! Here to wreck my pool again. I have you now!”

In front of Xb, he watches Hypno and the chilly human move awkwardly as though to hide him from the man standing on the balcony. Xb, who is far more reasonable about these things. He doesn’t attempt to hide. He looks up at the human instead, curiously. He feels something in his chest looking at him, and something more when the human stops talking about catching Hypno and his friends, and locks eyes with Xb.

Xb bares his teeth and flares his fins in a threat display. Not because he feels the need to be threatening—he’s not frightened—but because he wants to see what this human will do.

The human’s face morphs into a wide smile.

“Oh! You’ve brought me a princess!” he says. “Hello, princess! I am Keralis!”

Xb regards him for a moment. “Xb,” he says.

“Lovely!” Keralis says.

There’s a moment of stunned silence from the others.

“It took me three months to get you to let me say your name!” Hypno says accusingly. “Three months!”

“Keralis is prettier,” Xb says instantly, dry as the outside of his old tank.

“True,” the chilly human responds, and Keralis giggles.

“I hate all of you,” Hypno says, and Xb knows that’s a lie. You don’t steal people you hate.

[bigboysfalldeep]

photogenic - when cops go under

For over a year now, I've been running a photography business in a small town, but nobody knew it was just a cover-up for my mischievous games.

I've always been into hypnosis, especially when it meant bringing big guys under my control. I discovered that, under the right circumstances, anyone can fall victim to hypnosis. For me, I stumbled across a very interesting combination.

I was doing my research when I came across the use of light, smell, and sound to make someone a willful puppet, a mere plaything. A single light, scent, or sound alone won't be enough for most men to go under, but the correct mixture of all of them is pure blissful ecstacy.

I prepared my entire studio to fulfill my deepest wishes, and the whole setup was perfect. I had multiple ring lights, reflectors, strobe lights, and softboxes, all of them placed in a way to cover the entire stage in a warm, engulfing light. I made sure to let them flicker just barely, unseen for most unknowing eyes. It will exhaust the victim's mind and eyes, just what I need.

Of course, I created my own playlist of songs, mostly with ordinary background sounds, similar to elevator music, but I hid messages deep within the rhythm to subconsciously invade any unsuspecting minds.

To complete the setup, I placed a few candles here and there; I made them myself, using special ingredients that, when burned, act as some sort of aphrodisiac. A horny mind is a willing mind, and especially men are easily subjected to that method.

Just perfect, and the studio was operating for months without anyone suspecting a thing. Of course, I didn't just take control over anyone—just the beautiful ones, the ones that made me cry just by looking at them.

One day, however, I couldn't believe my eyes when I got an inquiry from the local sheriff department. They wanted to send an officer to a photoshoot for some sort of promotional material, but I didn't care. I was so excited that I didn't let that opportunity slip away. They just told me his name, Officer Romero. I had seen him around and heard his name. He was indeed a handsome man.

I prepared the entire studio and made sure everything was working perfectly fine when the doorbell rang. My heart was already racing so fast, and I could barely breathe steadily. I took several deep breaths before I opened the door. It got even worse when I looked into the cop's beautiful face.

"Officer Romero." I said I was reaching for his hand. "Right on time." He smiled and shook my hand.

"Of course." The officer said it in a deep, manly voice, which sent shivers down my spine. He looked so good in his uniform as well—so tight and thick, just the way I like them.

"Why don't you come in?" I motioned for him to enter my studio, which he did without hesitation. Getting a good look at his arse filling his pants, I quietly locked the door before following him closely.

"That's a nice studio." He growled deeply, taking a look around the main room. The music was already playing softly in the background, and even I smelled the faint scent of herbs hovering in the air all around us, but he didn't seem to mind it.

"Thank you." I nodded politely. "I hope I'm not disrupting your shift, officer."

He caught me staring at his uniform again, but he just let out a soft chuckle. "No, no. It's my day off, actually." He said, and his voice sounded so smooth, making my dick hard.

I just noticed he was carrying a bag right then. "I'm hitting the gym right after this shoot; I brought my gym gear too." The officer smiled contently, causing me to mirror him right away.

"Sounds good to me." I tilted my head and told him to put the bag to the side and to step onto the little stage I had prepared for him. I enjoyed watching him walk around in his uniform, as he was looking so fucking hot.

He got in position, struck a pose, and waited for me to take the first pictures. I saw him running both of his hands across his chest and waist, straightening his unfiorm shirt, and subconsciously checking if his pants were sitting okay.

At the same time, he kept touching his nose, running a hand through his light stubble, his hair, and down his neck. Was he nervous? Or was my setup already showing some effect on him?

"Are you ready?" I said as I turned on all the lights at the same time.

"Ugh." He groaned under his breath, slightly flinching at the barrage of light hitting his face. "I think so." Officer Romero's deep voice filled the room, causing my dick to pulsate softly.

"I hope it's not too bright." I knew it was way too much for simple pictures, but most people don't want to bother a professional.

"No, it's fine." The cop struck a pose again and struggled to keep his eyes focused.

I pressed my favorite button, the trigger of my camera. A light even brighter than all those lights around us. Luckily, I wasn't on the receiving end of this.

*Flash*

"Looking good," I said loudly, pressing another button so the lights dim yet start to flicker slightly.

Romero was way more comfortable with that setup, just as I hoped.

"How are you feeling, officer?" I hesitated for a moment when I noticed he was struggling to loosen up a little.

"I'm just nervous." He chuckled again with that deep voice. "I am sorry." The cop shrugged, and I saw his face blushing slightly.

"That's all good. It happens to the best of us." I nodded comfortingly. "Just breathe deeply; try to relax."

Right away, he did as I told him, taking one deep breath after another, taking in more and more of that alluring smell filling the air.

After a few more seconds, I noticed a steady shift in his posture. The more breaths he took, the more comfortable he became.

"Very good. Just keep breathing, but don't forget to smile." I chuckled as well, preparing to take yet another picture.

*Flash*

"That one was good." I licked my lips in anticipation; I knew that my setup was working perfectly fine.

Officer Romero was becoming more comfortable, kept breathing deeply, and looked right into the warm light.

"This feels good." He purred happily, stroking his own chest again before grabbing his own member through his pants. I could tell he wasn't paying attention to this; it was purely instinctive.

"Doesn't it?" I said I watched him stroking himself once, then twice, before striking another pose.

"Am I doing good?" He chuckled when I pulled the trigger again.

*Flash*

"You're doing so well, Officer. You're a natural." I smiled, enjoying seeing him open up more and more. At one point, he slightly started swaying, unable to take a firm stand—an indicator that he was ready for the next step.

"Can you hear me, Officer?" I watched him through the lens of my camera as his eyes unfocused for a second, his body kept swaying, and he let his hands run all over his upper body, his crotch, waist, and ass.

"Yes." He smiled derpily and tried to regain his composure by holding his hands in front of his chest.

*Flash*

"Good." I said it in a serious tone. "Now listen to me." With the press of a button, all the lights started to turn color, rhythmically to the sound of the music playing in the background.

His eyes widened, and he looked at me, waiting for any further commands.

"I want you to listen to me, breathe, and just breathe. Relax. It's so easy to just let me handle this, okay?" I watched his eyes roll back for a second; he was hooked on my voice already.

Officer Romero opened his mouth, but a single deep moan was the only thing escaping his lips at this point.

"Just look at these beautiful lights, how they spin around, all those colors." His eyes were unfocused again.

"Listen to my voice and the music and forget about your own thoughts. You don't need them right now."

The cop moaned again, touching his now visibly tenting cock through his tight pants.

"Take in more of that delicious scent; it will help you relax and be mine."

I watched him take several deep breaths, and a low guttural moan left his lips before he just smiled.

*Flash*

I was already leaking while watching him through the camera, but I needed to see if it worked.

So I turned off the lights and saw him standing there, swaying slightly, while he wasn't looking at anything in particular.

I approached him, reached for his muscular chest, and placed a hand on his badge.

"Can you hear me, Officer?" I whispered, and his posture shifted again. His body was reacting to the sound of my voice, twitching once he heard it.

"Yess." He moaned again.

"Very good boy." I stroked his firm chest again and again, causing him to smile contently. "You're a big boy, aren't you?" I chuckled, but he just growled in response.

"I want you to listen to me, Officer Romero." I pulled him into a tight embrace, one hand around his thick neck, the other stroking his chest and tummy through his soft clothes.

"I want you to be mine, my personal cop." I breathed into his ear. "You want it too, don't you?" The officer groaned in agreement, giving in to my embrace.

He was so heavy, so thick, and so beautiful.

"Very good. Now stand tall." Separating myself from him, I watched him regain his composure. He immediately struck that usual pose: arms behind his back, chin up, and a straight chest.

His handsome face was blank, his eyes unfocused and foggy, yet still so beautiful. The training really showed, and I couldn't help but touch his upper body, his pecs, and his arms firmly. It felt so good to feel his muscles bulge, causing the uniform to become even tighter around his well-formed body.

Biting my lip I grabbed my own tenting cock—oh, how much I wanted to get sucked off by the handsome cop. But first things first.

"Flex for me." I grabbed the camera again and took another picture, this one, for my personal collection. Officer Romero lifted one arm after another, causing his biceps to bulge firmly—fuck, so hot.

*Flash*

I moaned quietly at the sight of this man following all of my orders. Shaking my head in disbelief, I approached him again. "Stop flexing." I motioned for him to lower his arms, and he did.

I walked around him, appreciating his body some more. My hands encompassed his entire body, his broad back, his thick ass, and his thighs—so beefy, so good.

I had to hold back several moans, but I managed to behave myself.

Now standing in front of him again, I caressed his cheek—his skin was so soft—and let my fingers brush through his light beard, across his soft lips, and along his firm jawline.

"I'm so happy it was you." I breathed against his lips before I pulled him into that tight embrace again.

"Listen." I stroked his tummy now, firmly and lovingly. "I want you; I need you to be mine."

Officer Romero moaned into my ear and down my neck, making me leak some more. 

"I want you to focus on me, on my hand." I said as I let my hand run further down his body, right to his member bulging inside his uniform.

I grabbed him firmly, letting the palm of my hand rub against his thick cock.

"Get hard for me, boy, harder than ever before." I whispered into him, causing him to growl deeply.

His breathing intensified slowly, and his entire body tensed more and more. He was truly concentrating every fiber of his body to get hard—a sensational feeling.

As his cock grew harder, pressing against his pants and my hand, I smirked.

"Now, when I tell you to, you will release all that pressure building up inside your body, and with that, you will be mine, and mine alone."

"Yess." Officer Romero started to grind his hips against my hand, anticipating the coming release.

"Now." I breathed deeply, and with that, I felt his cock shooting multiple massive loads of his precious cum right against the palm of my hand. Letting out a long, guttural groan, causing his deep voice to break slightly, he leaned his head back, embracing this moment of pure blissful satisfaction.

More and more shots left the tip of his huge cock until he ran dry. Even then, he kept thrusting again and again. His mind was empty; all he could think of was cumming, letting go, and becoming a mindless, obedient toy.

I myself was breathing quickly, as I felt the same satisfaction as he did. I just came into my pants as well, and it felt so good.

In one swift motion, I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand inside to fondle his member for a little while. He kept purring the more I touched him. His cock was sticky, so hard and thick—I pulled it out of his trousers and took a good look at it—so huge.

"Look at me." I placed a hand around his neck, forcing him to look at me. Officer Romero was struggling to keep a straight face; his eyes were vacant; he was drooling, but that made him even more handsome.

"You did so good, Officer." I licked my lips again while stroking him—all of him—again.

He purred happily and enjoyed my loving touch as well. I started to unbutton his shirt now too, exposing an even tighter shirt underneath. Even though the outline of his abs was visible.

"Listen. Anytime you see the flash of my camera, you will go deeper and back into this state again. Do you understand?" I ran my hand across his tummy, cueing him to growl like a dog.

"Yes." He said it with his usually manly voice, now dull.

"Good. Now. When I tell you to, you will come back to yourself. You won't remember anything that happened while you were under. The conditioning will be the only thing that stays hidden inside your mind. Understood?" I said as I fixed his uniform shirt.

The cop nods in agreement.

"You won't be bothered by your stained clothes; instead, you will be as comfortable as before." Licking my lips, I tucked his thick cock back into his briefs and pants, but it was still incredibly visible that he was so hard.

Officer Romero consciously touches himself once I button up his uniform pants before he regains his composure. "Yes." He growled.

I walked back to my spot, turned the lights back on—the white ones—and watched him through the lens of my camera.

"Welcome back, Officer," I said firmly, and right away, I noticed the shift in his posture again.

His eyes focused, he blinked several times, and he straightened his back. Insticnteviely, he ran a hand across his chest, his tummy, and his crotch, but he didn't seem bothered at all.

"Sorry, did you say something?" A little confused, he tried to look at me through the bright light.

"I think we're done." I said, turning the lights off.

With a soft smile on his lips, he approached me, one hand on his chest and the other on his gun belt.

With every trigger, my camera took a dozen pictures, and I just showed him the first ones—good pictures, enough for their plans.

"Brilliant." The cop spoke back with his manly, deep voice, but I couldn't help but admire his body while he was standing right next to me.

"Good. I will edit them and send them  over."I smiled politely, and he smiled brightly.

"Sounds good to me." He didn't even realize he was touching himself through his slightly wet uniform pants. I love messing with people's minds, especially the hot ones.

Before he left, we exchanged numbers—for business purposes, of course—and he grabbed his gym back.

"See you around." We shook hands.

"Oh, I will make sure of that. I thought.

[ecstaticfailure]

MINORS DNI | NSFW | TW HARD & SOFT KINKS |

Welcome to my blog!

You can call me pup, mutt, or fox on here.🐾 My DM's are open, but please be 20+ if you wanna chat or sext.

I'm a vers switch and my kinks include:

FORCEMASC (cw needles)

CNC

knifeplay, other edgeplay

intox, somno, hypno

exhibitionism, voyeurism

petplay

omorashi/watersports

knotting, monster fucking, primal

and more.

I don't kink shame. I believe in Personal Responsibility, Informed Consensual Kink (PRICK). BDSM for me is one of the highest signs of trust and respect you can show to a person. It is sacred to me and so it should be to you. You are playing with someone's physical, mental, and spiritual well being.

And if you still need it spelled out: The things I post/reblog are implied to be fantasy and/or carefully planned scenarios BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS!!!.

-> Hard limits: scat, vomit, gore, tickling, raceplay, misgendering/feminization by cis people

DNI: minors, ageless, "maps" and other pedos, terfs, cops, racists, zoos, ed or $h blogs, feederism or raceplay blogs, chasers

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[superpeeboy]

Waittt i like yapping about my aus have i talked about the captain underpants lego movie au i had on here yet?

Mr krupp / captain underpants is gcbc 😭 george and harold end up as emmet and lucy and BENNY IS A VILLAIN OKAY?? evil benny or DEATH!! i want benny and gcbc to fight i dont care!! fight fight fight kiss kiss kiss! more under the cut but this one i havent spent as much time on so my thoughts arent organized as well

the origin i have right now is bad cop pulls over emmet because i know emmet is NOT a good driver. and lucy is shotgun with him. and they dont want a ticket!! lucy yells at emmet to hit the gas the second bc even goes over to them but emmet doesnt AWWKWARD!

emmet definitely eats kids cereal anyways so they do the hypno ring schtick and ask bc to be a ‘good cop’ instead and it works! but yknow, captain underpants stuff, gc thinks that being a good cop entails being a hero! hes also kind of dumb he was born two minutes ago 😭

so, wacky hijinks ensue!!! emmet and lucy have to try to stop gc from causing a scene wherever he goes and meanwhile, benny is doing evil scientist things a la Professor Poopypants but im NOT calling him that 😭. so good cop actually DOES have a villain to fight but theyre like gay. they’re fighting in a gay way.

also, most people, including benny, are unaware that gc and bc are different people 💀so benny has insane beef with bad cop whenever he sees him he gets so mad 😭 and bad cop does not get it 😭😭

i dont actually know what a lot of the other characters would DO, i thought of this mainly because i wanted an evil benny okay?? tjis is evil benny centric. EVIL BENNY 4EVER!!!

I have doodles ive made umm i hope they make sense with whative explained

[siremasterlawrence]

The Side Hustle Part 1

Charlie Parker is the owner of the bar and a very close friend of mine who invited me to his bar and grills major introduction to the world.

Standing in front of the building I agree to go and leave as quickly as possible pushing the door open and entering the room to find him.

He is this tall, nicely muscular built and hot super handsome white male I can’t stops looking at and he caught my attention very quickly.

Ignoring him I head over to my friends table to drop his gift and greet him even thought I can feel his eyes track on me following me everywhere I go.

I head to the bathroom in a huge huff with a heavy sighing fit I realize he is right behind me a hand grabs my waist slowly caressing me.

He spins me around taking my hand in his he leans in yanking me into his arms as we kiss slowly and I feel a deep change within him.

Shoving him back into the wall then I race in to the room back at the table I join the dark lit dance floor spying him in the corner of my eye.

Suddenly his hands touch mine attempting to guide me from the area I head to the pool table and we play a game grabbing a pool stick.

Upon my instructions I watch him sequester the area blocking us in we play a game and I take the first action to secure my control over him.

“What is your name? What do you do in life?”

“My name is Charlie Parker! I am a lawyer “

“A lawyer? HOT!”

“FUCK! Your voice is so calm”

“Soft! Yeah I know “

“I feel a state of submission “

“Self security “

“I need you”

“Only you can provide”

“What do I have to do?”

“Lose this game of pool “

“One more shot “

“I need to lay by you “

“Bath in my body “

“Succumb to me”

“One taste”

“A simple kiss”

“I lose”

“Wwwwwooooohhhhh”

“Take me Master Lawrence “

Charlie sips a expensive bottle of top shelf alcoholic beverage brought to the tiny pool back room table and he takes a sip I can see the glee.

The flirtation is real watching him close all of the doors in the room and he commences by taking another pool tool shooting it into the hole.

The ball scratches a mark on the table in a sharp screech causing us to giggle loudly it filters throughout the whole bar and grill my friend enjoys it all.

My new friend shadows lands on the wall in a bit of excitement I place the candle on the table and slowly lit casting a shadow onto the wall.

His eyes instantly caught his eyes I laugh a bit sliding it across the area his eyes are lost in a facial expression of confusion the fiery candle dances.

The lights flicker in time to see another odd occurrence the owner of the restaurant walk in to the room slamming his fist onto the main pool table.

“Well…well! What’s going on here?”

“Hey buddy! This is my new pal”

“He is helping me, join us”

“Please do lose yourself to the flame”

“It flickers on and off washing it away “

“Everything fades into the light”

“You are consumed and it’s all dust”

“All you here and see are me”

“I am the man in the chair”

“The one who leads”

“You are compelled to obey “

“I am your world “

“You are our world”

“You love me”

“I love you “

“We love you with all our heart and souls”

“We are intertwined, bonded and meant to each other.”

“Two sides of the same coin.”

“Mmmmm”

“I want you to disrobe your clothes, kneel at my feet.”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence Sir”

Officer Lyle Jackman receives call to come to the joint the car parks as he jumps out onto the ground and case the area before knocking on the door.

He kicks the door open pulling up his gun he points the car in the air moving forward he is on guard as the building has long since been vacated.

Meanwhile, in the pool room I prepare for this incident after seeing Chip his friend with a Cellphone dropping from his hand on a call.

It says 911 I think to myself rolling my eyes at this fools easy trigger response to call the cops and he rips the door aside with one bang.

He stands in the door with his toned and hot muscular dark shadow overcasting onto me but I smirk for a bit and I snap my fingers so quick.

Charlie and Chip fell face forward back onto the floor leaving him in shock and awe at my actions and he pulls his gun on me I pretend to be afraid.

“Someone called into say there was a wild party.”

“It is the premier for Chips new club”

“No smart Alec remarks”

“Fine Officer! Then why is your gun on me but your eyes are glued elsewhere.”

“You are in violation”

“Of what punk?”

“SNAP!”

“Dumbfuck!”

“You are under my power”

“At my mercy”

“Strip and kneel”

“Give me your hand cuffs, I need three”

“Yes Sir”

“Cuff the other two guys”

“Rise to your feet, walk over to me and spin”

“Face your back to me”

“Offer your hands on your waist”

“Your are being handcuffed”

“Now Officer! Remove them from the pool room, and lock them in your car.”

“Close the building down.”

“Then you will drive us home.”

The end

[olliethescribe]

Do Hypno and Warren have any favorite games in your head canon?

I’d like to think that Warren loves Scrabble - he has an expanded vocabulary from his work as a journalist and reporter plus he’s amazing at coming up with new insults for people. He’s gonna destroy anyone in word games and he’s gonna be thrilled about it :] he wants to believe he’s good at Monopoly too but always ends up flipping the board when things don’t go his way

As for Hypno, I know strategy games aren’t his strong suit and it would be a cop-out to say he’s enjoys card games - hmm. I think he’d enjoy games with a hands-aspect like Jenga - he can stack the pieces and pull them so the tower remains standing even if it look precarious. Warren has no idea how Hypno does it but he’s always impressed - but becomes less impressed when the tower of wood blocks comes crashing down on him

[breakthrough88]

Epithet Shifted: Sylvester Ashling

For Epithet Shifted Sylvie takes on the role of Molly Blyndeff.

He’s 11 years old and just started college as a psychology major.

Despite being an only child his parents barely pay attention to him. In fact they set him up in an apartment so they don’t have to deal with him. They do pay his rent and give him a monthly allowance but they refuse to do more than the bare minimum.

Sylvie prone to doubting himself and hates being seen as a disappointment. Because his parents don’t care about his emotions he thinks all adults are like this and doesn’t tell people when he’s struggling.

His roommate is Giovanni, a culinary major and member of the college baseball team. They have a rocky relationship but neither of them have the financial means to swap roommates so they are stuck with each other.

Museum arc starts the same way as normal. Sylvie wants to see the amulet and hides in the museum to get a peak. He accidentally bumps into Molly who passes out from his sleep dust.

Because Sylvie is extra baby in this AU he only has access to his sleep dust and sheep but he’s trying to develop his epithet further.

Gets mixed up with Lorelai and her banzai blasters when they break in to rob the museum and to find Molly who never came back home.

Sylvie uses his sleep dust to stop an angry Lorelai from hitting Naven which allows him and Yoomtah to defeat the remaining blasters. Though Naven now wants to take Sylvie’s epithet.

Lorelai gives Sylvie the minion name “Hypnos” after the Greek god of sleep.

Lorelai and Sylvie’s encounter with Molly is quite different than canon. Lorelai makes Sylvie spar with Molly as “minion training”. Neither kid wants fight to but Lorelai goads Molly into it. Shift!Molly’s power-set makes her much more of a threat than canon. But that’s a discussion for another time. 😉

Zora is the cop who takes Sylvie home and finds his living situation awfully suspicious for a boy his age. She makes a mental note to look into it after she retrieves the Arsene amulet. She knows Sylvie is lying to her during the follow up interview but decides not to press him on it.

Lorelai and Molly make Sylvie an honorary member of the Blyndeff household and start inviting him over to their home.