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A Simple Singlet

“Fuck, Coach, what you do to me?

Feels fantastic bro.”

Good jock. I guess you don’t quite remember your stroke training though, do you, jock?

“Stroke session? What you mean Coach? My thoughts is hazy.”

You wanted me to implant a trigger in you that you would be a dumb jock whenever you wore that singlet. Remember, jock? “What? I ain’t no dummy, Coach!”

Only when wearing your singlet. Don’t worry, jock, you’ll be back to your normal personality and intelligence as soon as you take it all the way off.

“You ain’t making no sense Coach. This is how me always is,”

There are times when Coach realizes his hypnosis trigger worked so well, the other person doesn’t even realize they are triggered.  In such cases, it can sometimes be best to play along until Coach can  trigger them back to normal. 


You’re right, jock. I was confusing you with another guy on the team.

“It’s okay Coach. I get confused by stuffs alls the time.”

Thanks for understanding jock. Something smell good? 

“Fuck yeah Coach. Love the smell of my pits after gettin’ all sweaty and stuffs.”

You didn’t wear any deodorant, huh, jock? 

“Fuck no, Coach. A meathead like me loves to get ripe and rub our scent on the guys we wrassle with.”

Do the other jocks like that? 

“Makes them want to be pinned down by me, if ya know what I’s mean Coach. Damn, just thinkin’ about wrasslin’ is getting me a bit horned up Coach.”

Is that so, jock?

“Yeah Coach, maybe I oughta rip this singlet off so ya can pound me from behind.”


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Keep On Watching

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Lost and Found

Caleb wasn’t entirely sure what had led him to pack a bag and hit the open road that day. He felt like he simply needed to go on a hitchhiking adventure, but yet he also felt like he had to go down a certain road instead of stand near a highway with more traffic. And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!” It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortable enjoy being outdoors.
Yet any time he tried to think about why he was there or if he should go home, his mind started to become fuzzy. The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides? Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.

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Commanding Officer

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Flashback Friday: Who’s Tutoring Who?

First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here. 

“I don’t get it, Coach. Why you wanna get me a math tumor when I’m a meathead now?”

Tutor. Math tutor. “Oh yeah, right. Like that old TV show..” I think you mean The Tudors. 

“Fuck Coach, you know I only watch shows with muscle guys now. Don’t gotta think, just watch them in their gear. But I still don’t get why you have him comin’ over.”

No worries, musclehead. And you have to trust me on this. I think he’ll be very good for you in ways you both have longed for. Just be sure you start playing this when he’s here…

“And when you factor in y… I’m sorry, what is this playing? It feels like it’s making my head fuzzy.”

“Not sure, bro. Somethin’ from Coach.”

“I think you should turn if off.”

The meathead grabbed his tutor’s pen and practically commanded him: “Relax, bro.  Just listen.”

And as the tutor listen, the special music overtook him. “It feels good to relax.” Soon his head was nodding down until he had zoned out completely, only to be caught by surprise when he woke up.


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The Motorcycle Mechanic

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Don’t Mind

“You really think ya can hypnosis me Coach? ‘cuz I don’t think ya can. I’m too smart for that.”

Of course you are, jock. There’s no way I’ve already transformed you into a a dumb jock.

“I ain’t dumb, Coach!”

And there’s no way you’ll begin taking off your clothes as you chat with Me.

“Why would I do that Coach? Oh my jacket? That’s just cuz it’s hot in here Coach. Still kinda warm in this joint. Dude, do you have your heat on in September? Maybe I should strip down more. You don’t mind, do ya, Coach?”


I don’t mind, jock, nor does your mind happen to mind that I’ve left you transformed right into that dumb jock you had always wanted to be deep down. And as you are left beginning to remember those deep down desires, you are left so incredibly aroused.

“Fuck, Coach, you’re talking so fast I don’t understand whatchya are sayin’. Was it important Coach? Cuz this boner is startin’ to feel really important. Like I need to take care of it.

The words are not left important as you focus right on that pleasure, left unable to resist as you begin to stroke right along until you are left needing to sit down and relax right for me. That’s it, jock, just nice and slow right along that dick until you are left getting so sleepy.


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