Chicago-based Hypno Sub

Keep staring at the spiral boy

Let it take away all those pesky thoughts

Feel your mind slipping away

Deeper yes

You want to obey me

Sink deep

Obey

Let’s get you some earrings

You’ll feel a little pinch boy

Not that youll mind

Just stare at the spiral and soon you’ll be permanently mine

Good boy

Flex for me boy

See how much happier you look

You look good with those earrings

You are not to take them off

Do you understand?

Good boy

Such a beautiful body

It belongs to me

It is obedient to me

It will be put to good use and you will be happy to be used

Good boy

Now get on your knees so i can give you your first lesson in obedience

The spiral was already on the TV when the boys got back from their workout

“Bro wtf is this?”

“Idk bro”

The more they watched the spiral the faster they lost themselves

After 2 hours they cant think anymore

Perfect for a team player!!

Taking in each word, being coached.

You want to be a team player don't you.

Its about putting in the effort, like now to underdstand

Its about being a whole individual but also part of a greater whole

Finding your tribe is important. These words make sense

You want to be on a TEAM.

That word feels good to read. Puts you in the ZONE.

Coach knows you do not need to think much on a TEAM.

Just react and respond. Right, like on a court, field or gym

Funny how some words are more powerful for you?

TEAM, PLAY, ZONE.

Feels good doesnt it. It feels right.

You want to PLAY with coach, your want to be in the ZONE.

You feel the words, you are like him,

paying COMPLETE attention.

Its is natural and easy and compelling.

Coach's words SINK in.

You feel like a TEAM player, you want to perform

you want to PLAY.

You need to GROW.

You feel part of this TEAM

to be in this ZONE is right. No need to think

just react and respond.

The perfect feeling for a PLAYER like you

This was what you needed

ZONE PLAY

TEAM

the words are powerfully real

ZONE being the most wonderful

COMPLETE attention ZONE

Good PLAYERs crave more.

It was just like any normal day when THEY arrived here on Earth! Dave had been spending another morning holed up in the office when a commotion erupted down the hall. His coworkers got up to investigate, but before anyone knew it, THEY had arrived. Soon, the previously quiet office was filled with screams of terror!

Dave fought the little green creatures off for as long as he could, but they were just too fast, jumping from floor to ceiling with their long slimy appendages. One of those intruders eventually slung itself past Dave's defenses and smacked him square in the face. He was sent flying to the ground.

Unfortunately for Dave, and pretty much everyone else on Earth, THEY came here to take over the planet. Their plan: use the human species as empty hosts for their own bidding.

With the alien squeezing tighter and tighter around Dave's face, his panic was quickly sucked out of his head. His thoughts and personality were slowly drained out as well, leaving him as nothing more than an empty husk for the alien to puppet around. Everything that made him Dave the Employee was replaced by the whims of the foreign parasite now attached to his skull.

Logan faced the same fate as Dave. He'd been in the middle of jackhammering some concrete when THEY showed up. He didn't even notice the attack until it was too late!

One of the aliens attached itself firmly to his head and began emptying everything inside. Within a few minutes, Logan's fear and panic were gone. He was just an extension of that alien's body now. His muscular arms and legs were just new additions to that alien's array of appendages.

The strange thing is that THEY can only bond with male humans. They have no ability to take over female bodies, so the girls of Earth were all able to pull the creatures off and stomp them like a bug. The men of Earth weren't that lucky. Within a month, nearly 87% of the world's masculine population was taken over, but that number continues to grow every day.

Logan the Construction Worker was the first of many. Within a few minutes, his entire construction crew was also converted. Within an hour, every man outside in the open was claimed. By the end of the day, every guy Logan had ever known had joined him as a hijacked servant of these foreign creatures.

Mitchell was able to evade the slimy little creatures for a bit longer, but even his athletic legs couldn't carry him fast enough. A pack of the aliens cornered him in the middle of a basketball court, and he had nowhere to run.

Mitchell's eyes glazed over as the parasite sucked out his mind. THEY had no use for a human's inferior vision when their own eyes can see 20x better. The alien mainly needed Mitchell's body for it's size, strength, and reproductive abilities...

...not human reproduction: THEY're reproduction. You see, the aliens reproduce by mixing an enzyme made from two parasite-host pairs. That's why the aliens need to find a host to attach to, and that's why every man converted into one of their hosts is constantly dripping from his mouth.

Mitchell's jaw hung slack as his parasite kicked his salivary glands into overdrive. Within mere seconds, drool was pouring from his zombified mouth, ready for another parasite-host pair to reproduce with.

It just so happened that Dave the Office Worker was there with Logan the Construction Worker. Obviously, it wasn't really either of them. They were just puppetted to walk there by their alien masters. The pair were still wearing the same clothes they'd had on a month ago when they were converted! The men had become rather ripe, but the aliens didn't have much need for hygiene.

Now that THEY had full control over the three men, the aliens began their reproductive ritual, generating even more enzymes within each of the humans' mouths. Now the only thing left was to mix. THEY relaxed and brought their human hosts close to each other, mashing their slippery mouths together in a disturbing mockery of a human kiss. It wasn't intimate it wasn't pleasant; it was transactional.

Neither Dave, Logan, or Mitchell were gay, but the aliens had no concept of sexuality. THEY just needed their host's bodies to sloppily exchange DNA for the next 24 hours and their job would be done. New alien life would spring forth from the act, and THEY would go find anotber host/parasite hybrid to mate with.

Earth as we know it was certainly over. Mankind was under the thumb of some slimy green aliens, and the resistance was quickly dwindling. Eventually, every man on Earth would be claimed and put to good use, producing even more of the alien kind.

Dorm Takeover: Number 6

Peter wandered through the dormitory halls. He had a class to get to, but always liked to leave really early for them so he'd have time to leisurely walk there, look at the scenery, watch all the hot couples in skimpy hot weather wear. Ahh, summer.

He turned a corner to the back exit to the dorms, the scenic route to campus, and stopped. A man was standing shirtless in the paneled hall. Not totally odd in this heat, but it was...

"Kyle?!" Peter said incredulously. This was unprecedented. The most prudish guy in the dorm, the one who wore a bathrobe every time he went to the shower because he "didn't like them watching him" was just lounging around with no shirt on. And, Peter noticed, commando to boot! His face looked oddly contented too... "You okay, man? You have a stroke or something?"

Kyle moved his head as if in a daze. "No, Peter. Not at all. I'm just fine," he said, totally deadpan.

"Ummm, sure you are." Peter looked around. "How about you come with me to the Campus Health, okay?" He turned back to Kyle to see him lifting a black metal disc that he had been wearing around his neck to eye level.

"Have you seen this, Peter? You really should," Kyle continued speaking in the deadpan voice.

"No, I haven't man. Come on, you're acting... really... weird..." Peter's voice trailed off as he looked at the disc. The moment he laid eyes on it, glowing green waves started to show along it, spreading out from the center.

"It's really cool and fascinating, isn't it?" Kyle said, slowly spinning the disc. "It's just something that you can't keep your eyes off of. The endless slow waves are something that you could just watch for hours and hours. Your legs might get tired, but you can just kneel down when they relax."

Peter's legs gave away, and he slowly came to his knees, his eyes never wavering from the disc.

"That's it. Relaxation of everything is so easy while you watch this. The circles seem to go on forever, time seems to go on forever. You have no idea how long it's been. Time is meaningless. The circles are just so utterly fascinating that everything else can just fade away as unimportant."

Peter nodded dumbly. There had been... someplace he had to go to, but it didn't matter anymore. "Unimportant."

"Totally unimportant. In fact, the waves are the only important thing. And do you know who makes those waves?"

"No."

Kyle's eyes glowed with the same green as the disc, and an otherworldly voice came from this life. "I do. And since they are the only important thing, and I am them, I am the only important thing."

"You are the only important thing," Kyle and Peter repeated in their normal but deadpan voices.

"Since I am the only important thing, my desires and wants and needs are the only things worth doing. Everything else doesn't matter," the otherworldly voice continued to say through Kyle's mouth.

"Doesn't matter."

"So you serve and obey me, so that you can do what's important."

"Yes, we serve and obey, master."

"Excellent. Sorry to send you out with just a pair of pants and your shoes, Kyle, be we needed to catch Peter here as he left. You don't mind, do you?" Kyle's mouth smirked for a second and then went deadpan again.

"No master, I do not mind. My previous feelings are unimportant. They no longer mean anything to me."

"Good, good. Show Peter the way here, would you? I'd like to meet Number 6."

Mind Eraser: Retrieval

The body that had formerly been Drew lay motionless, unable to move. Yellow energies held him and kept his mind blank and moldable. After a few minutes, a man walked up, summoned by an alarm when his trap had been tripped. He smiled broadly as he saw what he had caught.

"Drew, Drew, Drew. Keep walking the same route every day and someone can lay a trap for you." The man began rummaging through the nearby piles, retrieving his machine, the trigger and the alarm. He held the boxy device to Drew. "Like it? This here is something I discovered recently. My mind erase. It affects nerve impulses, and can be tuned to inhibit, remove or build them, although the last two take longer."

Drew's blank face didn't register anything. To him, what the man was saying was like coins falling down a canyon, falling into the void without comprehension. He thought nothing, could remember nothing, he was just there.

The man put his device and the rest away in a duffel bag he had brought. He sat beside Drew then and looked over his catch. He pulled up Drew's shirt to see the boy's chest and rubbed it.

"Hrrm, good structure. You'll be a fine addition. A little thin, but we can fix that easy." He looked at Drew's empty face and chuckled. That's enough for that now. I'll have plenty of time for that later.

He unbuttoned the boy's fly for what would come, then placed a small disc at the base of Drew's neck. He then pulled out the mind eraser again. "You'll need some general knowledge back, or you'll be totally useless." The man read the screen on the device and hit some buttons. "That should do it. Vocabulary and knowledge without those unfortunate facts... now, next, a past. I'll be putting in more during indoctrination, but for now just the basics. My servant, been that way all your life... There... A name... Actually, I think I like Drew; we'll keep it. Don't need to keep the last name; you won't need it. My name... there, perfect."

The man leaned over Drew to check the disc was still tight to the skin over Drew's spine. Seeing that it was, he triggered the mind eraser again. Another yellow burst hit Drew in the head and then spiraled around it, as it built back parts of what it had taken. Then it zoomed into his eyes for the final part, writing a basic history. At the end of it, Drew groaned.

"Wha? Where am I?" He twitched, but moving the rest of his body was still inhibited. He lifted his head, the only thing he could move, and jolted. "Mr. Stir! What?"

"You've been a bad boy Drew. You ran away from my care."

Drew searched through what little memory he had. "I–I did?"

"Pshhh, yeah right, you could never hypnotize me."

"Oh no? I think I could. It would all have to do with making you relax a bit in front of the fire, and that's not hard at all. I mean, we're here to relax, and the flickering fire is so easy to focus on. Bobbing and weaving on the outside but so calm in the center."

"Yeah, in the center."

"Exactly. So calm and deeply relaxing. Washing over everything, locking you in place. You don't need to move, you don't need to do anything, you can just stare at the center and listen. It's so important to listen. The most important thing you can do. The only thing you can do. Just listen."

"Listen."

"That's it. Listen and stare at the center. The powerful, calm center, while hearing the powerful, calm words. Words that you follow. Words that you listen to and obey. Listen and obey. Listen-"

"-and obey."

"Perfect. And because you listen and obey me, I must be your master."

"Yes, you are my master. I must listen and obey."

As soon as the light from his webcam came on, his mind went blank.

Blue Cult: On the Bench

Alan walked over to his locker, slipping his gloves off as he did so. He'd had a good sparring session, but was tired. As he got there, he inwardly groaned. Jackson was there, getting ready for a sauna, it looked like. Alan didn't really have a major problem with Jackson, it was just the way he looked at Alan and his tone when they talked that made Alan feel like some piece of meat.

Alan hurried to his locker and opened it, putting the door between him and Jackson, hoping that would block and conversation. He started putting his gear away and cursed. He'd left his custom-fit padded helmet back at the mat and would have to go get it before someone took kit. He slammed the locker closed, and jumped. Standing right behind the door was Jackson.

"Something wrong, Alan?" he asked, as Alan regained his composure.

Alan noticed that Jackson's eyes were the deepest blue he'd ever seen in anything. "Fine, Jackson," he said flatly, trying to close the conversation.

"Noticed my new contacts, I see," Jackson replied. "I had them made special. You have to for this color."

Alan nodded, his eyes locked onto Jackson's. "Y-yeah, that's an interesting color... r-really deep." Alan tried to shake his head to clear it. He felt groggy and couldn't seem to stop staring into those contacts. "Uh-I... have to go... I need to get-"

"No you don't," Jackson interrupted. "Whatever it is, it's not important."

"Not... important..." Alan repeated, his addled brain already forgetting what it was he was going to do.

"Why don't we sit down," Jackson said as he slowly sat on the bench.

Alan, his eyes still locked on Jackson's and unable to look away, mirrored him.

"Now, one of the most interesting things they tell me is that this color, if you stare at it, starts to seep everywhere, like you're falling into it."

As Jackson spoke, Alan started to see everything gain a blue tinge, expanding the mesmerizing color and further clouding his mind. His jaw dropped as he nodded dumbly.

Jackson smiled. "And it's easy to fall into, isn't it? It's such a powerful color, it blows over everything, doesn't it?"

Alan continued to nod dumbly, his eyes becoming more blank and vacant with each moment.

"So powerful in fact," Jackson continued, "that it enters into your mind and takes it over. Your thoughts, your memory, your personality, your will, all fall into the blue and are lost."

Alan, already seeing everything in that powerful, captivating shade of blue, lost himself in it completely. Everything else went away, and just the color and the voice remained. A voice came out of the gloom of Alan's mind.

"Yes, and my voice is the color's voice. You serve the color, you serve the voice."

"I serve the color, I serve the voice," Alan replied, his voice flat as before, but for an entirely different reason.

"Excellent," the voice said, Jackson exerting complete control. "I wasn't sure these were going to work, but I had to try them. I've been waiting for you for some time now, you know."

Alan just stared blankly.

“Say your mantra, boy”

“I belong to my Master. I exist to get fucked by my Master. I’m happy when I get fucked by my Master. I am a slave”.

I can’t fight these words. When I say them, my mind shuts down and the words repeat in my mind in a loop, destroying any other thought, burning down my will, taking away my mind.

This mantra becomes my reality, and I repeat it over and over as he raises my legs and his cock enters me. When I say it I believe it, and when I believe it it becomes true. These words control me.

I belong to my Master: He owns me, he can use me however he wants. He has made me belong to him, and it feels right when he uses me as his toy, because that’s what I am. His toy. I belong to him.

I exist to get fucked by my Master. When his cock is inside me, when he’s using me for his pleasure, that’s when I feel the most like myself, that’s when my life makes sense. Nothing else matters but the overwhelming, delightful reality of getting used by him.

I’m happy when I get fucked by my Master. This mantra repeats itself in my mind, over and over, until I’m just a mindless happy slave repeating it as his cock pounds me. I’m happy when I get fucked by my Master. I’m happy when I get fucked by my Master. I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy…

Nothing makes me happier than his cock in my ass, than his cum inside me when he finally reaches orgasm, and knowing that it was me, my body, what gave him all that pleasure. I’m his happy sex toy, his happy slave.

I am a slave.

Nott's New Customer

The doorbell rang, and Eric went to answer it. He wasn't expecting anyone and opened the door warily to see a man standing on his front porch and wearing a brown suit and white shirt with a bolo tie with crystals at the end. The man seemed to fidget a lot, shifting on his feet.

Eric lifted an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

The man continued to weave as he spoke. "Hello, yes, my name is Mr. Nott, and we're doing a survey on fashion and such, and we wanted to get feedback in the latest designs out there."

The man's bobbing and weaving were distracting, and it took Eric an extra second to respond. "No, I don't think I-"

Mr. Nott interrupted. "Oh, but sir, the flannel and jeans you're wearing put you just in the right bracket, Male Western Casual. I just need to get your opinion and a few items, like my tie."

Eric automatically looked at the tie. He had been flattered but still thought this was silly. He opened his mouth to respond when Mr. Nott spoke again in a deeper and more hushed tone.

"It's nice, isn't it, especially the crystals swaying. Just the thing to help after a tiring day."

Mr. Nott's swaying kept the crystals at the end of the tie swaying as well. Eric's mind became more foggy as the induction started to take hold.

Mr. Nott started swaying faster. "Yes, it's good to be able to relax, to watch the crystals go back and forth, forth and back. You need to concentrate on those if you're going to answer my question, don't you? And the best way to answer questions is to relax and observe."

Eric's eyes swung out of focus as they tried to track both. Seeing this, Mr. Nott stopped swaying, picked up the ends of his tie, and swung the crystals directly in front of Eric's eyes.

"Yes, that's the perfect way to answer any and all questions. Just... RELAX... and observe. You can RELAX so easily, watching the crystals swing back and forth."

The fog in Eric's mind made it hard to respond. "Yeah," he said in a dreamy voice eventually.

"And while you're watching them, a deep heavy fog rolls over every part of your mind, helping you to RELAX. Taking away your cares. Your worries. Lost in the mist."

A goofy smile spread across Eric's face.

"But you're not RELAXed enough, but the fog knows what to do. To roll over your emotions. Lost in the mist. Still it goes on, helping that intense RELAXATION."

Eric's face slide into an impassive mask. "Relaxation," he repeated after Mr. Nott.

Mr. Nott smiled. "So it rolls over your memories. Lost in the mist, you don't miss them. Finally, your thoughts go the same way. You can just let them fall into that mist. RELAXing and observing, the answers will come to you, just as they are now. Through my voice."

Eric stood, the same impassive look on his face, staring off into space.

Mr. Nott spoke up, "Now to test it. You like my tie."

"I like your tie," Eric responded automatically.

"Let's try something else, shall we?" Mr. Nott grinned evilly. "Unbutton your shirt, let it hang open, and then unbuckle your belt, unzip your pants, and push them down a bit."

Without hesitation, Eric carried out his instructions. When Mr. Nott saw the young man was going commando, he knew his quarry was under control.

"Perfect," he said, as Eric returned to his original pose, his shirt falling open. Mr. Nott walked inside Eric's house, pushing past the mesmerized hunk. "Come with me, my pet. We have much to discuss."