Dillion heard the ping of his phone while camping—one click and Dr. Mesmer’s spiral sank him deep. Blank-eyed, he obeyed: stroking, leaking, chanting “good boy.” He’d forward the trigger link to every hiker he meets and to all his friends, his dad and their dads.

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Five minutes into the FPS sweeping through the male dorm room, roommates Ken and Chris understood why. Pulses syncing to strobing screen-glow and whisper-frame commands. Subliminal pulses quickly peel away shirts, shorts, boxers until they are skin-to-skin, breathless for the next level of orders.

When his American dorm roommate Bryce offered French native Julian some files to improve his English, Julian accepted. Sitting in the sixth floor stacks of the University library, Julian pressed play while his roommate watched him.

Bryce couldn't believe his luck. Free headphones from a kiosk at the mall. He slipped the pair on once home. Something burst out of the buds and burrowed in, hijacking his brain. Muscles slackened, cock surged hard. Now a good, horny boy who couldn't wait to share with male friends and male family.

Tommy's eyes glazed over as he opened the files from his best bud Laird—Coach's hypnotic spirals and commands. His mind went blank, cock throbbing in his fist. He stroked mindlessly, drooling, utterly obedient. "Good boy," Coach's voice echoed. Tommy was one of Coach's boys now.

One of coach's first boys, Sammy’s mind dripped with trance-wet static: Coach’s loops melted his IQ into pure, oiled-up beef. Flexing glazed pecs, he whispered “Empty head, open hole—bid high and wreck your himbo, Sirs” to the crowd of wealthy older men looking to make a purchase.

Ty slumped in the passenger seat as his dad Rob played Coach's new workout music. Eyes glazing, cocks hardening, "Show Coach what a good boy you are, like Pops." Lost in hypnotic bliss, he was only too willing to show off for his new coach and couldn't wait to serve along side daddy.

He remembered the music seemed to immediately wash over him, instantly calming him. It was an acoustic guitar and the singer…the singer’s voice…it had been beautiful. “As the tempo picks up and goes faster/feel yourself enslaved to the Music Master,” he sang.

Dale and Trevor stared blankly, minds melted by Coach's hypnotic listening files. Obedient slaves now, they grind throbbing cocks together, fucking raw and deep in front of their Master Coach—lost in endless, blissful submission.

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bath bomb cont. Sen. Hank Coleman greeted his son Trey. The boy had an investment opportunity for his pops: a new bath bomb. Coleman didn't understand what all the fuss was...until he put a bomb into his bath and stepped in. The tingling was immediate. It burned through his mind. His cock hardened.

Dr. Alan Willis hugged his son Rob, only to have Rob point out how much tension he was carrying in his shoulders. The bath bomb was eagerly accepted. No sooner was he soaking that Rob entered. Alan was too far gone to stop his son from stroking his cock. As he came, Alan had new purpose: to serve.

Bath Bombs cont.: Dr. Mesmer dispatched three of his athlete thralls to return home for the weekend and recruit their dads. First up was Mark's dad, hedge fund CEO Dick Langley. After seeing how relaxed Mark was, he agreed to give a soak a try. A few strokes and Mesmer acquired a new asset.

Bath bombs cont. When his colleague Kai Tsu offered him a relaxing bath bomb to help him solve an equation that had been bothering him for 117 days, Mathematics genius Florian Dumas drew a bath, dropped the bomb in and eagerly climbed in. Within minutes he was literally stroking his cares away.

Bathbombs cont. Fulbright Scholar Professor Tsu held the bathbomb the Dean had given him to test ("The donor wants discretion," the Dean had said). He dropped the bomb in and stepped into the bath. He held his cock. His strokes were slow. Clinical. Cum soon shot out in thick ropes.

Bathbomb takeover continues: At Dr. Mesmer’s urging, Coach Baynard told Dean Jefferson, that a wealthy alumni backer was eager to fund the school’s new aquatic center—in exchange for trialing the bath bomb product. The Dean, eager for the donation, agrees, unknowingly signing his surrender.

Coach Baynard berated Rob's recent performances at practice. He needed to get his head back in the game...which is when coach pulled out a softball-size bath bomb. Coach didn’t smile. “You want to keep your scholarship?” Rob’s spine stiffened. “Of course.” “Then you’ll use it. Tonight

Tony Marino, the ripped gym god, can't resist Music Master's hypnotic LPs anymore. Veins pulsing, cock throbbing hard, he stood naked—muscles frozen in trance. Sweat beads on his chiseled abs as the lyrics commanded: "Now ready to fall on your knees/Happy to have heard all my LPs."

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Hal Talbot, 44, was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so when the 32 yo gym trainer Dax Finley next door offered a dongle with a month free to a new streaming service "Mesmerplex" (offering movies still in cinemas), he couldn't say no. His 19 yo son Tommy plugged it into their HDTV.

Alan couldn't stop listening to the track his dad sent him. The lyrics seemed to erotically charge him: Straight boy surrender, drop to your knees, Music Master's cock is all you'll ever need. Pulse in your veins, throb in your hole, Gay slave forever, lose all control.

The purchase from Miller's Christmas tree farm pumped hypnotic pheromones into Peter’s lungs the instant he dragged it home; pupils glaze, cock swells, and the once-proud man stripped nude, a cup filled with the strange alien sap that now owned his will.

Ewan soon learned why everyone in the athletic shoe store seemed to be dazed. Prized shoes purchase, he returned home & tried the kicks on. The red sneakers pulsed nanotech spirals into his soles; legs kicked skyward and the 19-year-old’s brain melted into a horny drone ready to stroke on command.

Noah perched obediently on the bed, his mind-melting winter hat (a gift from his neighbor now Master) calming his thoughts. Stripped bare like a good boy should. His circumcised cock twitched half-hard as heavy balls dangled. His eyes lost in hypnotic surrender, craving his Master's next command.

The Music Master walked over to Danny, reached in front of him and tweaked both of Danny’s tits, headphones unmoved. “As the tempo picks up and goes faster, feel myself enslaved to The Music Master,” Danny sang. “Feel your body start to hum/only my music can make you cum,” The Music Master ordered.

The gym trainers held Malcolm down until the nanobots in the blue piping on the now mandatory workout shirt took hold. They held his head in place until his straight mind literally went *PING* as the gym's new owner, Tech Whiz Deacon Thomas, lowed his track pants and Malcom took his first cock.

Keith, enslaved earlier by Master's hypnotic video game, eagerly grips roommate Dek's throbbing cock as Dek plays the game. Keith's strokes pulse with obedience, building until—PING—Dek's mind snaps, lost in blissful submission and now the two will serve together. "Told ya it'd blow your mind."

Jay put on a pair of Antlerz all his bros online kept talking about. The pulsing microchip in the headband made Jay's mind melt. "Snap your pic in my antlers... bare that cock like a good boy." Jay obeyed, his dick throbbing. He came as he posted across his socials: bros, ya gotta check out Antlerz

The male shop clerk handed Zane a pair of shorts, but Zane replied they weren't his color. The clerk insisted in a he try them on, telling him in a monotone that "he'd change his mind once they were on." He had barely pulled them over his legs, before the numbness spread to his brain.

Grayson & Will stroked their cocks in sync, up and down, until after several minutes, cum sprayed about their chest and abs. The boys did not relent in their jerking-off. The spiral continued flashing lights, colors and commands. Image inspired by: www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/4...

Coby was the 500th follower to the Bsky account, not realizing in honor of that achievement he is treated to a very special embedded spiral on the page every time he visits. It spins, spins, spins all his thoughts and cares away. The posts now seem to make him even more horny. A good boy for sure.

"Show it to your son, show it to your friends, when you've got your ooze the fun never ends." The mantra literally repeated over and over in Caleb's head since he touched the ooze and a strange current shot up through the ooze, up his arms and finally into his head. He couldn't wait to share.

The new HypnoTV channel ensnared another loyal viewer. Xander was only too happy to strip, pull up his knees and display his hole. He could feel the alien signal reach through the TV, gently messaging his hole and prepping him. Soon, one of the other infected viewers would arrive and breed his hole.

19 yo Teke's mind melts to the strange hypno glow his pop tuned in. Naked, throbbing hard, every command echoes: "Good boy for Daddy." Pulsing obedience takes over. Teke's Dad Gordon couldn't wait to break in Teke's ass, tight from swimming. Station Master will want a turn at both pop & son.

Rocco's headphones pulsed with his trainer Sean's velvet commands: "Good boy, relax deeper. Obey every word." His mind fogged, his hard cock straining against his jock "Stroke for me, surrender all." Muscles slackened; he edged endlessly, whispering "Yes, Master Sean." Lost in hypnotic bliss

The flicker-pulse of the forbidden channel locks Alaric's gaze; pupils dilate, breath slows, and a thick vein throbs along his towering, dripping erection. Each spiral swirl on the screen bends his will, melting thoughts into static until only one command remains: stroke, leak, surrender, repeat.

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.

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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.