Fault In Hypnosis

Happy Pride!

This year's is a little hotter than the last~

It was always so nice to have an intern who was eager to please. Not that Nathaniel wouldn't have been able to get his hypnotic hooks into Amber's mind anyway, but it made it so much easier when she had that constant look of quizzical expectation behind her warm brown eyes, betraying a mind that was always attempting to read the older man's expression and body language to see if what she was doing was actually what she wanted. Nathaniel barely even had to hypnotize her at all, honestly--within the first few days he found that a faint furrow of his brow or an appreciative smile was enough to modify the brunette's day-to-day behavior.

But of course that wasn't enough for what Nathaniel had in mind, and he quickly arranged for Amber to come over to his house so they could finish up some work he'd brought home with him. He told her his wife would cook dinner, which undoubtedly reassured her, but of course Melanie had started out as one of Nathaniel's interns back before she graduated to the role of spouse and a single whispered word was enough to render her blissfully oblivious to anything her husband was doing. And as expected, Amber was so determined to show off how studious and attentive and accommodating she was that she didn't even wonder why Nathaniel was waxing rhapsodic about the candles at the dinner table. She simply stared as directed, sank as instructed, and the only difficulty Nathaniel had was in reminding her to keep her eyes on the flame and not glancing over to his face to see if she was doing it right.

After that, things got easier. Nathaniel made sure to install a pleasure trigger in Amber's brain that first night, aided capably by his wife and her expertly licking tongue, and the heady mix of her own need for approval and the drifting sexual ecstasy she felt whenever she did what was told soon degraded whatever resistance Amber initially possessed. Nathaniel didn't even bother with an amnesia suggestion; he knew that Amber would internalize any negative emotions she felt about their increasingly lewd interactions in the office, blaming herself for getting down on her knees and polishing his cock with her mouth until he shot his load down her accommodating throat. She was the one who enjoyed sucking his dick, after all. And she was the one who'd started dressing sluttier and sluttier each and every day.

Even when she was down on her knees, though, her tits out and her mouth full of Nathaniel's thrusting cock, Amber still looked up at him with that same meekly desperate desire to make sure she was doing what she wanted. She wordlessly pleaded for his approval, her eyes wide and soulful as she slid her tongue against the underside of his glans in an effort to get him to nut quicker and harder and more urgently, and Nathaniel didn't need to fuck her face more than once to know she was a real keeper. The intern program only lasted six months, but Nathaniel always had a voice when it came to bringing someone on as a permanent hire… and given that about half the company was staffed with his little projects, it was a voice that was always heard and obeyed.

“Oh, come on, dude, stop being such a pussy!”

“It’s just a haunted house, man; it’s not like there are real axe murderers in there!”

“You’re not even man enough to step foot inside the house, Cary?” And that was right. Cary was at the front of the line at the haunted house at the local carnival. Behind him was a group of jocks from his school who knew him because he was the target of their constant bullying. He soon felt himself go off-balance while trying to determine if he really wanted to enter the house or not. He was able to turn around just enough to see and hear the jocks snickering and laughing before the door closed.

He banged on the door, hoping the attendant would help him out, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He felt around for a door handle or knob on this side, but he couldn’t find one. He would have looked but it was pitch-black in there, with seemingly no light source as far as the eye could see. He slowly walked around until he felt what he hoped was a wall, and followed it until he reached a corner. “I guess it’s a maze of some kind,” he said to himself, as he rounded the corner and got to work going through the funhouse maze.

All things considered, the haunted house wasn’t really bad at all. Cary wondered how they could even make it so that absolutely no light came in, but other than the total darkness, it was just like one big maze. However, there was one other difference that Cary noted. It was pretty hot inside of the maze, seemingly for no reason at all. Of course, he didn’t think to bring his drink inside with him, so his breathing soon got heavier and more painful. He hoped that the end was coming soon so that he could get something down his throat.

Cary was getting so sweaty that his clothes were starting to stick to his body. That he didn’t find weird at all. After all, it was an expected side effect from being in such a hot environment, as well as getting sweaty. What he did find weird, though, was that his thoughts increasingly turned to sex as he tried to make his way through the maze. Cary was gay, although very few guys wanted to date a stereotypical nerd like himself. But for some reason, he just couldn’t help thinking about sex with hot guys, whether they were models, celebs, or even a couple of the jocks that had bullied him into this haunted house!

He soon had an erection and there was seemingly no way that he could get it down, as even though it was pitch black in here, he didn’t want to risk someone finding him while he was jerking off. Cary was thankful for the complete darkness now as he continued to make his way through the maze. He knew that he was getting close to the edge of the maze whenever he felt a draft of cold air on his body. It felt refreshing, especially since he felt insanely hot. What he didn’t realize as he was walking around, mainly because of the pitch blackness, was that some of his clothes were disappearing or changing as well.

The first piece of clothing to go was his sweatshirt. Cary wore sweatshirts no matter what the weather was, since he was a bit afraid of what others might think of his body. He didn’t take it off himself even after he started sweating bullets, but while making his way through the maze, it suddenly vanished. The same thing happened to his shirt, as well as his pants. Since he was still in complete darkness, Cary didn’t realize that he was now just walking around in his underwear, sock, and shoes.

His underwear changed a bit, though, as he continued to make his way through the maze, the end seemingly nowhere in sight. Once he just had his underwear on, with every step Cary took, a little bit more of the fabric disappeared. He had started with wearing some boxers, but it wasn’t long at all before the boxers had become boxer briefs and got even tighter on his body, regardless of sticking to him because of the insane heat inside the maze. The brand of the underwear also changed as well, becoming Calvin Klein instead of Fruit of the Loom.

Cary’s change in clothes weren’t the only physical changes that had happened to him in the maze. It was actually soon after his clothes had disappeared and his underwear had changed that his muscles had started to grow. It happened similarly to the underwear, in that with every step that he took, more and more muscle was added to his body all over. His biceps and other arm muscles grew in size, becoming much bigger than even the muscles of the jocks who had pushed him inside of this funhouse maze. His forearms were quite veiny now and his shoulders had a lot of bulk to them as well.

His pecs also grew in size, but Cary didn’t have as rounded and squishy pecs as some other men had. Instead, it kind of looked like they were literally squished on top of his chest, but regardless, it was still a massive improvement over the flat chest Cary had when he entered the maze, and his deltoids were enormous as well. The star of his front was more so his six pack of abs that didn’t require any flexing to be chiseled. His obliques were the same way and he most certainly had what some gay men called cum gutters between those magnificent abs.

Cary’s ass also ballooned in size, becoming a bubble butt instead of the flat ass he had had before stepping foot inside of this maze. His legs also gained some sizable heft to them as well, although they were the most muscular part on his body before all of these transformations began. Finally, his cock also got bigger. In addition to being a weak nerd, Cary also had a small cock to complete the trifecta. After the transformation was done with him, his new cock had a visible bulge in his admittedly tight underwear now, his hefty balls hanging below a cock that was now eight inches when erect and had some sizable girth to it as well. There were a few more smaller changes, like clearing Cary’s acne and making his back straighter.

It wasn’t long after the physical changes were complete when Cary rounded the next corner and saw light for the first time in what seemed like hours. He finally took his hands off of the wall and made his way around the final corner into the end room. Surprisingly, there was nobody there, not even to help him or anything. Now that he was illuminated for the first time since the changes took place, Cary could see what had happened to him.

“Wait, where did all of my clothes go? Why and how did I get so muscular so fast? Frick, I really need to jerk off!” he moaned, as he felt up his new much more muscular body. He staved off orgasming for quite some time, which was impressive considering just how horny he was, as he played with his squished pecs and chiseled abs and even his bubble butt. He was getting more and more horny but he still didn’t blow his load yet, although he was vigorously jacking off, hoping that he would be able to cum any minute now. As he felt his mind slowly turning into mush, or more accurately cum, he finally tried to stop jerking off, but by now, it just felt so good and pleasurable that he couldn’t help but blow his load.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” he moaned as he orgasmed, blowing sperm as well as his intelligence out of his cock. He was now as dumb as a bag of rocks but still incredibly horny as he walked through the door to go outside, or so he thought. Even a certified genius would have never imagined that the door led to a stage where an auctioneer was waiting and a bunch of horny men were waiting in the audience.

“Ah, I see the Himbo Haunted House has sent us its next victim! According to what we were able to learn, his name is Cary and he used to be a weak nerd with a small dick. In fact, some of his jock bullies pushed him into the HHH! As you men can plainly see, he has impressive muscles, with a growth rate of over 250%! Hiding in that underwear is a cock that’s grown over 300% in size and in girth, and boy oh boy, you men will certainly like this! Our himbo here spent well over a minute in the last room stroking that impressive cock of his! Cary might not be able to tell you what 2+2 means anymore, but he’ll be great in the bedroom and will do whatever you want without question! Let’s start the bidding of this himbo hunk at $1 million!”

Hello passengers, as we begin our journey, please direct your attention to the screens in front of you for our in-flight movie, generously provided by BTV!

We hope you will find the movie enthralling, so much so that by the time our journey is complete, you'll hardly notice any time has passed at all.

We we can take your attention away from the length of this flight, and into the spiral that you cannot possibly imagine taking your eyes away from it.

As it continues to swirl in front of you, you might find yourself struggling to remember where we were going. That's OK. That's just after-effect of how fuzzy your brain is beginning to feel as everything else seems to drift away, except for the spiral, and our words.

As you'll notice your eyelids beginning to feel very heavy, we ask that you not be concerned. Our attendants will see to it that you are well taken care of as you fall into a warm, relaxing sleep.

As that starts to happen, we finally inform you as you can't possibly keep those sleepy eyelids open any longer that our plane has turned around and we are returning where we came from. You are not going anywhere, but you are going into a trance...

“Come on, Ned, please! Everyone else said no already!”

“And what’s in it for me, Jackson?”

“You can use anything you want in my house. There’s bound to be something of mine that you like in there. And you’ll get paid too.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks so much, Ned! I’ll drop off the keys at school tomorrow.” After he hung up, Ned wondered how that was going to play out. Jackson was the top jock at the school, adored by all of the ladies, and even some of the guys, Ned included. Ned himself was quite smart, almost at the top of his class, and was also gay. He knew that Jackson knew he was gay, and that was why he was asked last. He probably thought Ned would be sniffing his dirty jockstraps or something. Now, that wasn’t entirely out of contention for Ned, but Jackson’s family was also rolling in the dough, and he would rather receive a beefy paycheck than have one good jack-off session.

The hand-off went off without a hitch, although some rumors started to spread, ironically about Jackson and if he was gay or not. Fondling his girlfriend in the hallway before he left on vacation squashed those rumors, and by the end of the day, it was back to business as usual at the school. Ned went over to Jackson’s house for the first time towards the end of the day on Saturday. He unlocked the front door, only to have the security alarm go on. “Shit!” Ned screamed.

He closed the door, and the keypad was right by the front door. Unfortunately, Jackson hadn’t told him what numbers to push to disarm the system. He didn’t think to call the jock up; he just wanted this to stop! He began typing in random numbers, hoping that some combination would work. “Error” kept popping up on the screen, and Ned knew that any second the neighbors might call the cops, and he would have a lot of explaining to do. Miraculously, he stumbled upon the right code, and the security system shut down, or so Ned thought.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but the security system booted itself up again. “System restarting,” it emitted, in a robotic monotone. Ned wasn’t too worried about it; he just hoped that the system didn’t start beeping again. As he went to explore the house, the system continued speaking, although it was not at all what Ned was expecting. “Welcome home, Jackson. Would you like the Welcome Home Procedure to be activated?”

“What?” Ned said out loud. He went back over to the security system, wondering if there was a way to shut the whole thing down permanently. As he pushed random buttons, he was shocked when some more words came out of the device.

“Jackson, you have not responded in the time frame. We take that as a ‘yes’.” Before Ned could even respond, two metal claws appeared from the ceiling and grabbed Ned and his skinny frame.

“No, no, no, no, no! What the fuck is going on here!? Abort, abort!” No matter what Ned said, the claws did not let go. They whisked him through Jackson’s house and into the closest bathroom. The door locked behind him, even though he was the only one there. Then, one claw held him tight as the other got to work taking off his clothes. “Stop, what the fuck!?” he screamed, although it was pretty useless, screaming to a machine.

“Don’t worry, Jackson. We know how tired you can be after your workout at the gym. Let us take care of everything for you.”

“Stop, just stop! Can’t you fuckin’ tell that I’m not Jackson! Abort, abort! I haven’t even gone to the gym in my life!”

“Remarks not understood. Welcome Home Procedure continuing.” By this time, Ned had been stripped completely naked, and was now dragged into the shower. The claws turned the shower on and then started lathering up Ned’s body with soap. He would have loved to know how the machines were doing all of this, if it wasn’t for the fact that this soap seemed to make body hair sprout up all over his body! Ned was pretty much hairless from the neck down, while Jackson had one of the hairiest bodies any high school senior ever had.

He was pissed about the hair growth, especially in his pits, and the fact that the hair was coming in black, instead of the blonde hair that he had. When he dragged out of the shower and placed in front of the mirror, he realized that the shampoo or whatever had changed his hair color, the hair on the top of his head, to black permanently! “What the fuck now!?” Ned said, wondering what they could do next. A razor was taken out of the cabinet, and all of Ned’s facial hair that he worked so hard to grow was gone in an instant. His hair was also styled so that it matched Jackson’s perfectly.

In addition to the changes in his hair, Ned’s whole facial structure was also changed as one of the claws pinched his cheeks and grabbed his skin, pulling and tugging until his head was exactly the same as Jackson’s. Once again, the science and tech behind this would be so fuckin’ cool, if it wasn’t so fuckin’ horrifying at the same time. After that was done, Ned was whisked away to Jackson’s bedroom, and there he was scanned for the first time. “Thank fuckin’ goodness! Now it’ll know that I’m not Jackson!” However, that proved not to be the case.

“Jackson, it seems your workout at the gym today did not result in any gains.” Ned wondered how they would even notice these gains, but he was more concerned that it still didn’t recognize him as someone who wasn’t Jackson!

“No, no, I don’t want that!” he announced, but the system didn’t stop. Sharp needles protruded from the knuckles on one of the claws, and Ned cried out in pain as they were jabbed into his arm and depressed. The system didn’t say what this was, but Ned soon figured out that they were fast-acting steroids. His muscles looked like they were inflating by the second as he gained a comparable amount of muscles to Jackson. That he did like, but the claw still had its grip on him, and it wasn’t done with him yet.

This time, the claws put clothes back on Ned, but they weren’t the clothes he had worn inside of the house. They were clothes from Jackson’s closet, which at least weren’t gaudy or outlandish. His new outfit consisted of a tank top, basketball shorts, and a jockstrap. They looked good on his newly muscled frame, but it was ultimately something that Ned would never wear. Once the shorts were pulled up, the claw released him from its grip. Ned ran back to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He began to cry, wondering how he was going to explain this to his parents, and just how the fuck he was going to change back. He didn’t want to be Jackson’s clone!

By this time, Ned thought to take out his phone and call somebody. It wasn’t going to be Jackson, though; he had dialed the 9 and the first 1 before the security system scanned him again in the bathroom. Ned was so startled that he dropped his phone, and didn’t think to pick it up as the system spoke to him, or more accurately Jackson, again. “Sensors are picking up high levels of stress in your system, Jackson. Initiating the Destressing Procedure.” Ned barely had time to react as the claws came out again and brought him to another room of the house, this time to the living room.

Jackson had an obnoxiously large 4K TV, but that was the least of Ned’s worries now. One of the claws pulled his pants and underwear down, freeing his cock. The TV then turned on, and it was already queued to a hot straight sex scene. It began playing as the jock plowed the hot chick on the screen, no bullshit before the fucking. Naturally, this didn’t turn Ned on, and since the claws had let go of him, he tried to get up. However, they pushed him right back down onto the couch. “Jackson, if you are too tired or need help masturbating, we will help you.”

“Shit, I can masturbate just fine! I don’t like straight porn!”

“Request not understood. Initiating Jack-Off Help Procedure.” A fleshlight appeared in one of the claw’s hands, and it was placed over Ned’s cock. It soon got hard inside of there as the claw rhythmically stroked his cock. That was also something Ned would have liked, if it wasn’t for all of the fucked-up shit that had gone down before this. However, Ned did try to take it off of his dick, because knowing Jackson now, this shit probably came with “side effects” too. Even with Jackson’s muscles, Ned couldn’t make the fleshlight or the claw budge.

The security system just kept on doing what it was supposed to be doing at that time, stroking “Jackson’s” cock with a fleshlight. Ned tried to escape in any way he could think of, but it was no use. After some time, the system seemed to have enough of his insolence. It pushed him deeper into the couch and forced his eyes open with yet another pair of claws, this one much smaller. Ned was forced to look forward and watch the porn. With this sub-protocol activated, the porn was switched a little bit.

It was the same collection of scenes playing, but it was now filled with subliminal messages and hypnotic spirals that would brainwash Ned into becoming straight. He still tried to put up a fight, but it was no use. Around this time, Ned noticed that the dude fucking on the scene in front of him looked eerily similar to Jackson. He wondered if it was actually Jackson, but that train of thought went out the window when he felt his dick getting bigger. It was already rock hard, but Ned could feel it getting physically bigger and wider as he watched the hypnotic porn and was stroked off by the fleshlight.

His cock stopped growing when it was the same size as Jackson’s. He continued to watch the straight porn until he had been thoroughly brainwashed into believing that he was a straight jock. To solidify the change, when he finally came into the fleshlight, the cum was mixed in with the last vestiges of Ned and his nerd lifestyle. He was now Jackson-2, a perfect clone of Jackson, right down to the last cock vein.

There was one final change before Jackson-2’s transformation was complete. His balls also got physically bigger, now churning with alpha jock cum. Unfortunately, Jackson-2 couldn’t respond or react until someone was in front of him. As a result, he was entirely motionless when a helicopter touched down in the backyard and Jackson rushed inside. “Sorry for coming back so soon, Ned! Needed an extra charger!” As Jackson ran through the living room, he realized what had happened when he saw a clone of himself sitting on the couch. “Oh, fuck, I forgot to turn the security system off! Well, I guess it’s not such a bad thing. What’s your name?”

“Jackson-2.”

“Perfect! Jackson-2, I’ll send you places whenever I don’t want to do some shit. I do wanna go on vacation, though, so you can remain here. Now it will be even easier to spread my family’s seed! Chicks will be all over you, and if they aren’t for some reason, typing 6969 on the security system keypad will activate the Conquest Protocol. Got all of that, J-2?”

There was a new owner at the bar, and Clark was the most popular bartender with the patrons, his slightly messy hair and carefree attitude was a huge hit with the guys who frequented the place.

He hadn't met the new owner yet, it had apparently been quite a quick sale during his two weeks off. One of his colleagues told him that the new boss had introduced a uniform for the bar staff, and although he was curious to see what it was, his colleague insisted on keeping it a surprise until he actually came in to get his own. He didn't have to wait long until he received a text from the new owner, a man calling him Mr Lucas.

Hello. This is Mr Lucas, I received your contact information from your old boss. I have recently acquired your place of employment and wish to meet with you at your earliest convenience simply to discuss the small changes I am making to the establishment. I understand you're taking leave right now and aren't expected to be at work for another week, but if you could find the time to come see me tomorrow afternoon, perhaps at around 1pm, it would be appreciated. I promise I won't keep you too long. But do let me know if you're unable to come in and we can arrange for a different time.

At first Clark wanted to tell his new boss to not contact him during his leave, but he knew that would be a bad first impression. Plus he wasn't actually doing anything with his time off except watching TV and playing video games. So he decided that he should go in and meet the new boss, maybe even see his new uniform. He sent a response saying he would be there.

The next day he walked to the bar, wearing his casual clothes, as he didn't expect to be there for too long and it didn't expect it to be a formal meeting, after all Mr Lucas said he wouldn't be keeping him for too long. He didn't see any other staff as he made his way through the bar to the back office; he assumed that his new boss would be using the same office as his old one. He was disappointed to not even catch a glimpse of the new uniform, but was sure he could leave with it if he asked Mr Lucas.

He was correct in his assumption that Mr Lucas was using the office of his old boss. He could see Mr Lucas through the window of the office was surprised by what he saw. He had expected him to be a much older gentleman but the guy at the desk couldn't have been more than a few years older than Clark - hell, they could even be the same age. He was wearing a well fitted shirt and tie, the tie knot seemed so tight against his collar it almost looked like he was being strangled by it. Clark knocked on the door.

"Come in" Mr Lucas said from the other side.

"Hello, I'm Clark. One of the bar staff" Clark said as he entered the office, giving Mr Lucas a firm handshake before taking the offered seat.

"Of course, thank you for coming in on your day off. I would have understood if you had preferred to stay at home" Mr Lucas said, his voice firm but understanding.

"It's no problem, I wouldn't have been doing much anyway"

"Well I won't keep you too long. I'm only making a few minor changes to the establishment. I've let a couple of staff members go and will be redecorating over the next couple of days"

"I also heard there's a new uniform you want bar staff to wear?" Clark asked, he was a bit upset at losing some colleagues but he wasn't actually too close to anyone besides the guy who informed him of the uniform.

"Yes. I'd like the bar staff to look more presentable, for lack of a better word. So the uniform will be a white shirt, red suspenders and a red necktie. I can give you these before you go"

"That would be nice"

"I must say, you're taking the news better than your colleague. He hated the idea of such a formal uniform"

"It wouldn't be my first choice, but you're the boss"

"A good mindset. You'll do nicely" Mr Lucas said, his voice tinged with a sinister tone.

"Nicely?" Clark was now uneasy.

"Just look into my eyes a second" He ordered. Clark did, and that was when his life would change forever. When he looked at Mr Lucas' eyes he only saw a spinning spiral, simple and slow, bringing him in and under, pulling him into a deep state of trance.

"Um...." Clark couldn't even formulate a sentence, let alone speak one as he fell deeper and deeper under his bosses control.

"I am your Master. You are my employee and servant. You will do whatever I command. Do you understand?"

"Yes" Clark whimpered.

"You are a good employee. You will wear your uniform and take pleasure from your obedience. Your cock will always be hard for your master. You will always be ready to be used by your master. Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"Yes Master" Mr Lucas corrected.

"Yes Master" Clark said, his mind melted quickly as the obedience set in. Mr Lucas was quite effective at hypnotising young men, especially those eager to please like Clarke. But even the more free willed ones fell quickly, ready to obey his every word.

"Good employee. Service me, then go get your uniform. You'll be working tonight"

"Yes Master".

Mr Lucas pulled his cock out of his trousers and gestured to his servant to come closer. Clark obeyed and got on his knees around the other side of the desk. He took the ten inch cock of his master down to the base, gagging at first but soon relaxing into it, bobbing his head for several minutes until his mouth was flooded with his master's cum. He swallowed every last drop from his master's cock and then left without saying a word to collect his uniform.

Now he wears his uniform with pride and pleasure. A constant reminder he is owned by his master. And always on the lookout for potential recruits to the staff amongst the patrons.

M is for Master: The one who holds the power to rewrite my entire reality.

N is for Nod: The automatic agreement of a head that no longer knows how to say no.