Mac Peters couldn't believe the price on the Airbnb. An hour into his stay, the smart speakers throughout the place activated. Static at first, then sounds and words that seemed to seep into his brain. He was soon gooning online for paid customers of his new master. Good boys stroke. Good boys goon.

What was supposed to be the latest CoD mod with zombies ended up being the Echo Virus. Once activated on Jake's computer, it soon infected his brain, making him feel mindless and horny. He dutifully sent the file to his dad and all his male friends. Every man would soon know the pleasure of serving.

It's 4/20 and I'm in a weird mood. No offense to fellow Chicago Drew Skylar, but my honest to god first thought when I stumbled on his latest selfie: My god, I love the St. Thérèse of Lisieux painting in his bathroom.

When he calls your name, it all fades to black... Bruno says it looks like rain and in doing so he floods my brain I'm dropping down to my knees I'm begging him please oh please Let me talk about Bruno.

Liam could have sworn when the strange entered the sauna suddenly that a cloud of light blue smoke followed him in. By the time the pheromones were coursing through his system, weaking his will power, Liam blamed it on the heat. The heat that was making him fall on his knees to quench a new thirst.

When you realize the reason we don't talk about Bruno is because he used his hypnotizing eyes and jade glass to make us forget what he made us do.

It had been incredibly easy to enslave his dad Joe. Robbie just massaged a healthy amount of the ooze into Dad's jockstrap. Dad came home from work, ready for his work out in the garage and went upstairs to change. 10 minutes later, he was calling Robbie upstairs. They then spent two hours gooning.

Robbie's brain was awash in purple bliss. He could feel the ooze coursing through his veins. He now knew why it had come with an empty jar along with the full one. He began to pump into that jar, not realizing that it now showed his blissed out face on the label. "Dad's gonna love this," he thought.

Tyler was surprised when he got the away game hotel roster. Kal usually stayed in coach's room. No worries. Kal was cool. Offered to show him something coach sent him to calm his nerves before a match. Five minutes into the sequence of flashing lights and spirals, thoughts about the match were gone.

Since Brock's master hadn't fully merged into his brain yet, he was forced to cover him with a hat. He also had to throw on sweats before his buddies came over to watch the game. He tucked a few master pods in the couch cushions. After a few beers, they'd emerge and he'd have goon playmates.

Kris tried to fight it. After seeing his little bro attach a slug to the side of his dad's head, he covered his ears. Bro and dad soon ripped off Kris' thin, nylon track shorts and attached a master to his ass. He was soon part of the happy puppetgooner family.

The pod Felix's mate on the construction crew attached to his vest bided its time. By the time Felix was distracted by the TikTok hole he had gone down, it unrolled itself and quickly slid its tendrils through his ear to his brain. He was the next victim of the alien puppetgooners.

Looks AI but he's real...

The weird green plant with the strange purple fruit was a strange house warming gift from the male next door neighbor. Tommy shoved it in the corner and unpaused the video game. By the time the alien slug's tendril had reached his brainstem, Tommy was hard and leaking. Dad would soon be home!

Dax was certain he'd be able to dispel the hype for the PsiFiber sock craze sweeping social media. Bros were obsessed and wouldn't stop talking about them. He bought a pair and realized the hype was real the moment he felt the warmth spread from his feet to his brain. He was soon naked and ready.

Tommy Wilson tried on a pair of the PsiFiber that were all the rage with male influencers. The socks pulsed; he felt it distinctly now. The warmth climbed higher, reaching his chest. He stripped and snapped a photo for the client website. A daddy would soon fill his holes. Another satisfied convert.

Influencer Brock Wolfe thought endorsing PsiFiber socks was easy cash. Now, those designer threads pulse hypnotic waves through his mind, turning the ripped influencer into a drooling himbo. He will soon obey every urge to serve older Daddies. His male followers? Next. #MindControl #GayHypno

Two puffs of Hypno Kush and Chaz is gone: clothes off, body exposed, mind fracturing under Master's hypnotic commands. The new pot plague turns jocks into slaves. Who's next? #GayHypno #GayMindControl #HypnoKush #StraightToGay #MindFuck

"Pop," Dillon murmurs hypnotically, "Brotein in your shakes has you primed. Loose, eager, craving it direct from my dick." His stepdad's will dissolves before Dillon's eyes as he strokes and begs for the ultimate bro load. #GayIncest #Hypno #FatherSonFetish #MindControl

Chemistry major Dalton loved his summer job at the slushie shack at the water park. He would patiently bide his time until a lone suburban daddy would break off from his wife and kids. Dalton would offer a free special slushie and when daddy's mind was open, bust his cherry and then make him forget.

Benson snaps at Jenkins who missed a flight & the Org keynote. Bradley grabs his head, turning it to the glow of the TV glow as Thompson and Stadler hold him in place. Hypnotic waves wash over him. "Pleasure is obeying the Org" they all repeat in monotone. Shirts open, briefs bulging hard.

Brock climbed into the Uber, wrinkling his nose at the thick, sweet incense smoke filling the car. "What is that smell?" The driver smiled, "Most guys breathe deep and find it nice." "Nice, yeah," Brock sighed, going slack. 5 miles later, his cock was rock hard and ready to serve and obey.

40yo suburban dad Chris Langford humored his next door neighbor's 18yo kid Tanner with his hypnosis trick. The light caught the swinging gold watch just right. Mind soon melted, Chris is down to briefs, cock throbbing. "Yes, I'm a good daddy. I stare at the swinging watch & go deep. Ready to obey."

25 yo Mateo got his computer back from his gf's nerdy 19yo little bro Jaimie, who promised an upgrade. At boot: "Do not turn off the machine, update in process." There were some flashes of blue light and Mateo couldn't look away. His cock was soon hard. His mind reformatted. J's mind fucked slave.

Still on hiatus. Scrolling through posts for future inspiration and keeps seeing "no gray hairs" or "no gay old men." Dahlings, do you think age won't happen to you? That you are some how immune to the passage of time? Your youth and beauty will fade, but your ugly soul will remain.

Still on hiatus, but received so many kind words (thanks to you all). Stay tuned! Don't call it a comeback. "I hate that word. It's a return..." as Norma Desmond once said.

My blog getting nuked has really cratered my mental health. 10 years of work. About 60% backed up else where. I'm going to take a break from posting here for a while. I've never asked for a dime for the smut I write (I write non smut in a professionally capacity).

Well, this is why we can't have nice things...somebody reported my personal blog (most likely based on links posted here) and after 10 years, it has been suspended (content had always been marked as adult and restricted and I had a decade run with no issues). So thank you anonymous douche bag.

Pan watched the two straight suburban dads trash their campsite with beer cans. He blew a haunting melody on Syrinx, luring their minds into hypnotic bliss. Now these "bros" kneel naked, cocks throbbing, serving their forest God-Master Pan's every horny command. #GayHypno #pan #straighttogay

Pan raged at Beckett's chainsaw ravaging his trees—headphones shielding the stud. Foreman Owen was nearby and offered no resistance. One hypnotic pipe blast mesmerized him instantly. He ripped off Beckett's protection Both drop to knees for their horned Master-God. #pan #strighttogay #mindcontrol

Deep in the wild woods, 25yo outdoorsman Cole Brooks hears the haunting bellow of Pan's flute—the Syrinx. Just a few notes, and he's mesmerized, obediently stripping bare, cock throbbing and dripping precum as he follows his God-Master into the shadows, craving eternal service. #straighttogay #Pan

19 yo Dalton Reece couldn't believe his stupid stepdad gave him an easter basket after they just fought. The purple jelly beans smelled too good to resist. and he gulped a handful. Now hard and mindless, he strokes. "Yes, I'll be daddy's perfectly little toy." STROKE. "Obey, drip, mindless." Stroke.

Carlos couldn't believe his luck. The hunk took him home, thrust his cock deep into Carlos' lubed ass, then his eyes turned solid white. "CONNECTION MADE. BEGIN UPLOADING." Carlos' mind went white with pleasure. "UPLOAD COMPLETE." Ready to get uploaded? 😈 #GayHypno #MindControl #GaySex #MindBlank

18yo Tony Masters thought he was so smart tricking his stepfather John into buying this video game. He had no idea the 'enhancements' would hack his brain, melt his free will, and transform him into Daddy's obedient, mindless good boy and cockhungry slave. #StepdadStepson #BrainwashedTwink

Vic Reyes signed up for early parole release. The ankle brace glittered like rare diamonds. Once activated, purple haze flooded his veins. His thoughts dissolved into pure obedient bliss. Obedience is pleasure. Good boys obey. Vic smiled, mind empty, ready to serve his new Master.

Coach Mario Ruiz is the bussy virus's latest victim. His two best players cornered him in his office, forcing him to sniff the liquid secreting from their asses. One taste of that intoxicating secretion and he was hooked—infected, converted, his straight identity permanently rewritten.

The training video strobed. Trent Wilcox stroked, each pump sealing his total conversion. :Yes, I'll be a good boy for the Corporation," he gasped, mind dissolving. I'll recruit all my male friends. Transform them. Obedience and pleasure comes from serving the Corporate. #straighttogay #gayhypno

After the meteor shower, bros Kit & Hollis Fenwick stood in their cranberry bog. Slick alien tendrils slithered up pant legs, latching onto spines. Dopamine soon hijacked brains. Naked now, blissed-osut and docile, they hunger to lure more men to the alien master lurking below the bog's surface.

Businessman Connor Caldwell checked into the convention hotel. In his room, the TV welcome screen flashed a slow, mind-numbing gold strobe. He tried to look away to no avail. Soon his trance deepened. Naked, hard on the bed, he called the front desk. Ready to worship any cock they sent up.

Wrestler Brady Knox had grabbed a slick baseball cap at M.H. Haberdashery after his out of town meet—sold by a blank-eyed twink. Back in the dorm, he put it on. The nanotech surged, rewriting his brain. Thoughts faded, cock throbbed. He stripped bare, drooling: " I'm a good boy for the Mad Hatter!

The meteor landed in a clearing in the woods outside Noah's house. Eli warned his bud Noah about touch the glowing, cracked object. Soon the ooze seeped into their pores, hijacking their brains with blissful pleasure. Back in the cabin, they stroked each other. #alienmindcontrol #straighttogay

Grant's code worked. One tap and Mason's bratty attitude dissolved into blank bliss. That 18yo cock throbbed hard, ready to worship his Stepdad Grant's every command. Who needs a smart mouth when you can have an obedient boy serving you instead? #MindControl #GayTaboo #Brainwashedteen #MindBlank

Ryder Knox stares blissfully vacant and hard, the results of the corrupted cop pointing the mind neutralizer at him. His best buddy Zane Walker had already been pulled from the car and neutralized, currently on his knees deep-throating the partner's hard cock like an obedient drone. #gaymindcontrol

Why reinvent the wheel when the perfect accompanying story already exists: mcstories.com/RedRoom/RedR... #mindcontrol #straighttogay

"Just a cold one between bros," Hunter grins, chugging Tucker's spiked beer. Now he's pinned against the couch, eyes glazing as Tucker sucks his cock dry—and his mind. Every pulse drains another thought, another flicker of resistance. Soon he'll be empty, obedient, owned. Tucker's master's new toy.

Wyatt & Trey stormed next door to Mr. Radler. The faux looksmaxing app's blue glow flashed from two phones—he fell quick, eyes rolling back, hand diving to stroke his leaking cock. "Yeah bro, submit to the blue...pump harder...mind gone!" They urge the older stud on till PING and he pops mindlessly

Wyatt was only too happy to shows neighbor Trey Dykstra, the faux looksmaxxing app. Trey was hot. A few moment with the blue and Trey was stroking his throbbing cock mindlessly. "Yeah bro, submit deeper... pump that meat... blue owns you now," Wyatt cheered Trey on. PING and Trey shot his mind out.

Wyatt Reynolds fell to the blue of the faux looksmaxing app courtesy of his nerdy 18 year old brother. "Bro...the blue glow... it's pulling me in... submit to the blue... fuck, it makes me so horny...cock leaking...throbbing...yeah, submit deeper...can't hold it...gonna pop so hard for the app!"

The faux looksmaxing app soon was taking over millions of phones, smart watches and smart tvs. One by one, guys would fall under it's gentle blue control, stroking their minds away with a PING. Dorm rooms, apartments, bars all filled with comments like "yeah, bro, so good to go blue." and "dropping"

Bryce Carter had long since dropped his phone and the mind numbing blueness of the faux looksmaxing app. After bathing in the azure mind control hypnosis, stroking his dong raw, he finally heard a PING as he came. No more thoughts of the perfect jawline or hair. Now he sits & waits to be collected.