Justin woke up looking rather confused, but Mogan couldn’t help but smile. He had been harassed by Justin for weeks at their college, mocked for being gay. Even worse is that his ShowItAll4Fans account had been exposed with some embarrassing-to-the-wrong-crowd videos leaked. I had managed to convince the jock to come by My office for some workout motivation, but slowly I had been working on something else. This was the final stage.
How are you two lovers doing?
“Lovers, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“Don’t be shy, babe. Coach doesn’t mind” And with that, Mogan slid over the confused jock and began to kiss him. Initial shock soon gave in to pleasure and passion. Though he fronted as straight, it was obvious from the getgo Justin had been denying his true self – in no thanks due to a religious upbringing. Yet, people don’t just stumble across ShowItAll4Fans accounts without looking at the accounts themselves. All I had to do was help him let go of those inhibitions and fears that had been instilled inside of him, and soon he was giving in to his lust – a lust that Mogan would confirm as he felt the big bulge in his former bully’s pants.
Given the torment he was subjecting his college bro to, it wasn’t enough for Me to just help him accept his sexuality though. I made sure that he would never want to displease Mogan again – for his new Sir’s pleasure was now his pleasure. And he would do anything to sexually please his Sir.
And while that sometimes meant sucking Mogan’s dick, it often meant being fucked on video for all their fans to see. Yep, Justin had gone from calling My buddy a pornslut to becoming a total slut for the camera himself.
Though they’d go on to fuck often and make some cash as they did, it was always Mogan’s money to control (that is, the portion that didn’t go to Coach for helping Mogan become a camwhore in the first place, as I continued to hypnotize both the young men). And Justin loved having his new Sir control everything. It felt so right to give in and become a horny bottom pig to the Alpha.
And as Mogan came all over Justin’s smooth body, it marked the newly out gay as his property – and nothing had ever made Justin feel so happy.
JD was the type of rich, preppy fratboy that seemed to have everything figured out – even if that was partially because so much had been handed to him, including good genetics. But sometimes the ones that are the most convinced they are above everyone else, are the ones that so easily slip down below them. So it was when JD spotted me in a park wearing a hypnosis t-shirt. “There’s no way that’s real.” I explained to him how he had been left with preconceived notions right from movies and right from TV, but that real hypnosis worked right in other ways. “There’s no way it works on me then.” I told him how he might be right, as one had to be left willing to open their mind right up to suggestions in order for the hypnosis to work. If you are left thinking about it, it is hot what can be revealed.”
Why did you take off your shirt?
“Because it’s getting hot.”
And you thought that when I said it was hot, only to reveal your body to me.
“What? No, that’s just a coincidence.”
Perhaps you are right, but I bet I am also right that you have been left more suggestible right in that mind than you have been left admitting, and I know that you know I’m right. And you are left perfectly safe right with me, so go ahead and let right go to the possibilities. Because if you are left opening up to the possibilities, doesn’t that just feel so right deep down? Of course it does.” And so it went as I continued to answer for him, convincing him further and further of the potential of hypnosis.
“I’m still not sure I believe in hypnosis,” JD told me as he stood naked in a bedroom, not realizing he had already been in a deep trance and filled with my suggestions that echoed in his subconscious mind.
This time, though, I wanted him to feel the power of hypnosis. Then why are you naked in this bedroom with me?
A flash of awareness spread across his face, and his face began to look increasingly panicked. “Why can’t I move?”
Because I also suggested that everything but your mouth and eyes would be frozen in place. But don’t worry… you have allowed this to happen because you want this to happen. Deep down, you have wanted to let go to a simpler life.
No more expectations. No more needing to be perfect. Just nice and simple for your new Coach.
As he submitted, I allowed him to relax on the bed and began to have him stroke himself for Me. Every stroke, of course, would help him further let go of all thoughts and all intelligence, until only a simple musclehead remained. As he found himself less able to think, he no longer questioned everything – which meant the suggestions I told him were now true, indeed had become true for him.
“Of course hypno is real Coach! Don’t I always go under for you? Fuck, you’ve helped me get so huge!”
Pleased with his instant progress, I decided it was time let it all sink in..
Stroke for Me until you cum out those brains, boy, and feel the changes become permanent.
“Hey Coach,” JD stopped by the window while out for a morning jog. I could tell he had been hitting the lifting harder as well, with pecs that were already looking bigger than before. Having the meathead move into the apartment I showed him, as he used his trust fund to pay Me rent, was a brilliant move that kept him close for regular programming, and I loved having My newest muscle toy so close to Me he could stop by on his jog.
I would be taking advantage of both his body and his obedience, tempered with hypnotic amnesia, later on. For now, I was just going to enjoy waking up to a little bit of eye candy. Hey JD, you’re looking good. Let’s see My good boy flex for his Coach.
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