The poor straight boi had barely said “Thanks” for the new sunglasses when the colored lights embedded in the lenses flashed hypnotically, rapidly transforming him into a highly obedient drone, eager only to please and follow all commands

The poor straight boi had barely said “Thanks” for the new sunglasses when the colored lights embedded in the lenses flashed hypnotically, rapidly transforming him into a highly obedient drone, eager only to please and follow all commands

Command Me, Sir.

Formerly A 98-Pound Accounting Major, The Newly-Buff Jock Slave Had Followed His Hypnotic Programming To Perfection And Was Now Ready To Be Set Loose Upon The World. Shirtless Outdoors, Naked Indoors, Forever And Always. Obedient To The Last.

Wandering Alone, Uncertain Of How He Got Here Or How Long He&Amp;Rsquo;S Been Lost. He Has No Memory Of His Name Or His Identity&Amp;Hellip;Only That He Is A Slave At Heart Who Loved To Be Hypnotized.

This Process Would Be Much Easier With Hypnosis, But Perhaps Not As Much Fun.

Some Boys Need To Be Put Into Trance. They Just Need It.

Hypnotized To Be Among His Own Kind.

Helmet Mind Controller.

Classic Pocket Watch Induction.

Hand On Head.

Coming Out Of Trance With A Hypnotic Hangover, With No Idea Of What He&Amp;Rsquo;D Been Made To Do In The Last 24 Hours.

The Jock Didn&Amp;Rsquo;T Even Realize He No Longer Wore Underwear, Nor That He Had Discarded All His Belts. After His Weekend Of &Amp;Ldquo;Performance Enhancement Hypnosis&Amp;Rdquo; He Didn&Amp;Rsquo;T Even Know It Was Unusual That He Now Truly Loved To Take It Up

Man, I Would Love To See Him Go Under.

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