It was a standard multiplayer online campaign, albeit with static coming from another player's mic. David soon found the static soothing. 20 minutes into playing, he stripped, turned on his camera and placed his hands on his head. "Good Boy," his master said. David shot a load w/t touching himself.

Matt had to agree with Aaron. After the video game’s subliminal programming sank its velvet hooks into his brain, the obedient haze felt twice as good with 2 players feeding commands into each of their twitching, dripping controllers. He couldn't wait to have Aaron's dick slide into his interface.

After the CEO of his insurance denied a brain scan, the untreated tumor unlocked Matt's hypnotic powers. A chance meeting in a hotel lobby bar had Matt extract revenge. After staring deep into Matt's eyes, the ceo was happy to take Matt to his room, strip & shove his fingers up his greedy ass.

As Nate sank into the round, oversized cuddle chair, his mind quiets, he relaxes and all cares drift away. Good boys obey and unzip. Nate was proud of his thick hard cock throbbing out, displayed for Master. So obedient. So hard.

Chicago men, where are you hiding? 😉

As the music starts to work its spell, grind your hips and ride the swell. The Music Master now takes control as the music reaches deep within your soul.

“Come on, Blain, the algae’s just mood lighting,” Derek purrs, four hungry grins behind him. Blain stares at their missing board shorts. Cocks twitch like bait, luminous slime dripping from swollen tips, beckoning him into the glowing pond and servitude to an organism soon to be flowing through him.

Devon slumps on the couch, eyes locked on the new ultra high def TV his roommate gifted. He's watching the Lakers... but every now and then there's flashes. Devon soon spirals deeper into hypnosis, mindlessly stroking his throbbing cock. So obedient. So lost. A new plaything for his roommate.

Unable to resist the siren call of hypnotic porn, until his mind melted.

Twin bros stood mesmerized in the therapist's office, green & red undies tenting with hard, uncut cocks. "Deeper now, boys," Dr. Mesmer purred, watch swinging. "Obey. You're my good boys forever with every stroke" Eyes glazing, stroking cocks, mouths watering for Master's throbbing meat.

“As the tempo picks up and goes faster/feel yourself enslaved to the Music Master,” Ansel sang, locking away his last bit of resistance. He nearly came from the revelation that he finally had given himself fully to the Music Master. And he couldn't wait to share the tracks with his nerdy 18 yo bro.

Dillion's mind melts under Coach's new workout files—pulsing beats syncing his breaths, rewriting his will. Sweat drips as obedience surges, cock throbbing in hypnotic surrender. "Good boy," Coach whispers. He'll obey forever.

Jerad was furious when his dad snuck up and clamped the visor over his head, but as Pops stripped him bare and guided him to lay back, rage melted into bliss. Now, hypnotized and obedient, he was glad he and Dad would be serving Master together—cocks throbbing in obedience.

Cody was lost in his hot male therapist's piercing eyes, drifting deeper into trance. Clothes slipped off as his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking slow and obedient. Deeper than the last court mandated anger management session—surrender felt so good. He needed the doc to manage him.

Decan wouldn't shut up about the latest DLC for their favorite video game. A flash and Tony’s pupils bloom: both good boys now, stroking in sync, cocks drooling for their Master’s voice, answering the call of duty to obey and worship master like good gamer boys.

Deeply stroking along.

Mateo always talked back and never had any respect for his superiors even when he joined the force, His superior finally had enough of his insubordination and gave Mateo some extra drill training in his office, Soon after Mateo was showing his superior the respect they deserved and even served him

At first, Private Johnson was nervous about being caught by the enemy forces but that all changed after he attended a few reeducation classes. Now, he understands that he was always meant to serve them as a mindless cum dump for their men to use anyway they want.

"License and registration," Office Rodriguez barked at the driver. Master hypnotist Jonny Jenkins' eyes locked on his. "Relax, officer. Breathe deep. Feel your will melting away... " Ticket forgotten, lost in hypnotic bliss as cum filled his throat, Rodriguez agreed to serve and protect his master.

19yo Cody Carlson snagging free sunglasses by the pool. Slipping them on, a warm haze flooded his mind as lenses pulsed hypnotic commands, rewriting his straight-laced thoughts into eager submission. Now, the twink's lithe body craved nothing more than to be a good toyboy for older hotel guests.

Jack Jameson took one look around the room when the pop up offering to “Declutter Your Life" appeared on his laptop. "This is a no brainer," he thought. How right he was. A blinding array of flashes and sounds soon had the 40yo suburban dad melting. Clothes and pesky thoughts the first to go.

Beer?" Kyle offered, handing over a beer laced with the serum. Tim swigged deeply, eyes glazing as the drug hummed through his veins. "Feels... good," Tim murmured, stripping off his shirt, then shorts, cock hardening under Kyle's gaze. Kyle pulled him close—the catch of the day, hooked forever.

In the quiet suburbs, devoted dad Teke stumbles upon LULL, a mesmerizing new streaming service. One click, and hypnotic waves flood his screen—pulling him into a trance of pulsing desire. Eyes glazed, hand dives into his pants, stroking his throbbing cock relentlessly, lost in obedient bliss.

Working on a third chapter of a story for the Halloween themed even at gayspiralstories.com. A little visual tease. Hope to have it finished and posted in the next day or so.

Ares melts into Dax’s inked chest, thighs splayed wide, the gooner virus now spreading through his veins. “Fuck, bro, you were right, I love my cock,” he slurs, eyes crossed, drooling as Dax’s fist pumps him into mindless, nodding goon-oblivion. "Not just your cock. Every cock," Dax corrected him.

Three rugged miners froze as they breached a sealed cave and the glowing worms swarmed—slithering into noses and ears. Brains overwhelmed by alien secretions, they shot cum onto the floor, moaning in rapturous obedience. Emerging from the shaft, they craved to infest every man and teen boy in town.

Liam buzzes Bryce in: "Hey kid, my TV's fritzing—can you fix it quick?" The 19yo neighbor steps inside, eyes locking on the glowing screen. Swirling colors pulse, drawing him deeper. "Just... watch," Liam whispers, stroking obediently. Bryce's hand drifts down, enslaved, pumping for Master, too.

Keaton inhales deep from Travis' bong, the Clarity pot strain hitting like a wave. His mind clears and his cock throbs as he sheds clothes, kneeling before Travis' commanding gaze. Hypnotic haze binds him—naked, eager. Another slutty skate pup just like Travis. #GayHypno #FetishPot #ObedientSkater

Inspired by Hypnothrill's Remaking the band: www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/1... Connor rolled his eyes when his dad played an LP of his favorite college band. By the 2nd track, his dad dropped towel. Like he noticed. When his dad flipped the record over, Connor joined him, naked and hard.

Sweat drips in the steamy hot yoga studio, incense swirling. Kyle's best bud dragged him here, but the male instructor's hypnotic voice echoes: "Breathe deep... release." Kyle's ass clenches in anticipation. Ready for that deep, penetrating stretch? #GayFetish #HypnoticSubmission

Bryce the star quarterback, pops in the DVD his coach handed him—supposedly game plays to study. Swirling spirals and strobing lights pulse through the football footage, drawing his eyes deeper. His cock twitches, his muscles slacken, and his mind melts. "Yes, Master... I will obey like coach."

Jake spied the lithe 19yo swimmer, eyes gleaming like sea glass. A hypnotic pull seized him—mind fogging, cock twitching. "Climb aboard, boy," Jake breathed, entranced. The merman's tail vanished as he climbed aboard. "Good boy, obey me forever." Jake knelt, lost in blissful surrender.

In the dim frat house basement, Chet spiked the keg with his secret elixir—mind-melting serum that twisted wills into craving submission. As each brother drank, their eyes glazed over. "Tim to tap those tight asses," Chet said, plunging deep in an ass as they all moaned in blissful obedience.

He son swore the new gym showers would make him feel like a new man. amazing," Under the purple-tinted spray, alien chemicals seeped in, Frank's muscles relaxed and his cock throbbed hypnotically. Frank groaned, stroking. Blaine joined, his dad, fists syncing in blissful rhythm, lost in the glow.

Tommy didn't know why he was obeying. He was an Uber delivery driver just dropping off a pizza. The more he looked into the man's eyes, the more his mind drifted. Soon, pants were discarded and his underwear was down. Good boys stroke. He would obey. Sucking dick would be the best tip all day.

In the moonlit pond's eerie green glow, a group of chiseled studs—red, blue, green, purple microbriefs straining over throbbing erections—grinned blankly, eyes pulsing emerald. The meteor behind them oozed mind-melting nectar. "Strip and join us, bro," they droned hypnotically. "The water's perfect.

The handsome suburban dad knelt, pants undone, gripping his pulsing cock in hypnotic strokes. The strange flower's purple pollen invaded his mind, fogging thoughts with insatiable urges to surrender—brain hijacked, he grins wildly, edging until he erupts, hot seed spilling to nourish the bloom.

In his suburban bedroom, Jake lounges on his king bed having clicked on his boss's urgent email only to have the screen pulse with a hypnotic virus that soon floods his mind. Eyes glazed, his cock twitches hard. He strokes obediently, moaning, "I'm a good daddy now..." The corporate takeover begins

Dickflix and Chill. His son insisted they watch the latest streamer. Soon Daniel couldn't look away. "Good boys stroke each other." Daniel's calloused hand pumped his son's rigid cock, while the boy eagerly milks his dad's thick, veiny shaft.

Jack couldn't remember shedding his clothes, mind fogged by the Master's hypnotic whisper. Something about leaking pipes? Yes, his cock was leaking. With each stroke up and down, more and more of Jack disappeared, leaving an obedient handy man who would be more than willing to clean any leaking rod.

Captain Baker gasped as the enemy's gay gas seeped in—sweet, insidious vapor twisting his thoughts. His mind bent, his body ached now for surrender. Hypnotized, he stroked, lost in forbidden lust. He called in his second in command, spreading the enemy's control. The entire company orgy soon began.

Jake pulls on Coach's "special" jockstrap. The fabric clings, warm and pulsing, seeping into his mind. Relax... obey... Thoughts dissolve like mist. His cock throbs, body slackens. Eyes vacant, he whispers, "I'm your mindless good boy, Coach." Ready to serve.

19 yo Jake clicks the file. A deep voice echoes: "Tick... tock... watch the cock." His eyelids droop, mind fracturing as a massive, veiny dick swings on screen. Stroking his own cock, mesmerized into gay submission, craving to suck and serve. Inspiration: www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/3...

Spinning off one of my older stories into a prequel. Here's the original piece posted on GSS. The first chapter will hopefully post in the next five or so days. www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/1...

Age yourself by posting a film you saw as a child. I kid...we had moving picture books, not cartoons lol

Flash (no last name; it kept things mysterious) had never heard of t Music Master, let along his music. But after listening to a few of the demo tracks emailed to him, Flash imagined everything that would go down in the music studio. He came thinking about all the tracks he would lay down.

Dixon shouldn't have hurled a gay slur at Kyle, the IT nerd. Now, his laptop pulses hypnotic rainbows, burrowing into his mind. "Surrender," they whisper. Dixon's cock throbs, craving Kyle's touch, begging to kneel and submit his straight ass to the man he mocked; he'll surely taste the rainbow now.

Silver-haired professor Richard, 58, takes a break from grading midterms for his late night TV obsession, Dr. Somnus’ Guide to Better Sleep. Good scholars sleep for Dr. Somnus he repeats, hand pumping rigid cock, as his brain records a covert new purpose. Soon, sons will fall to Dr. Somnus.

Jetlagged from his flight from Dubai to LA, Samir Al Zahari sat on his hotel bed flipping channels. The only thing on was the infomercial Dr. Somnus' Guide to Better Sleep. It soon had its hooks in him as even good Arabic daddies sleep for Dr. Somnus.

For the fifth night in a row, handsome 45-year-old CIO Mark Mathers', eyes are fixed on the infomercial Dr. Somnus' Guide to Better Sleep. Yes, good daddies sleep for Dr. Somnus. His cock throbs; he strokes mindlessly. Climax hits—then trance-sleep. He wakes at 6 am refreshed, ready for night six.