good boy

I love when i see the resistance in his face.

For a while now, he couldn't figure out why this was happening. Why he always felt the need to workout, why he always ended up at the gym, even though he needed to study for his finals.

It didn’t make sense to him, but it felt so right. It felt so good, he couldn’t stop himself.

The sudden relaxation in his feet, making it’s way upwards, covering his whole lower body. Suddenly the relaxation hit his needy dick.

It felt so good. It felt so right. It was so pleasurable, it was only good.

Then, only darkness was left in his mind. Only the bottomless void, full of pleasure and obedience.

He was such a good boy for some time now. He was ready for so much more, so i tested some new technology on him - Musical Trigger. There was only one right option : Flex Trigger

He soaked up all the programming. He obeyed.

Now, after every session in the gym I make him record himself. Listening to the trigger sound. Obeying my commands. Flexing to the camera.

Making him aware, making him see how much power I have over him. Making him show, how much resistance he has left. The best part is, there is none.

He just flexes. He just obeys.

that's a very good question!

Good boy.

He was just a student, out of life, burned out. With no other purpose then study and repeat. But that changed when he met me.

It is quite rare to find a new good boy randomly on some hypnoshow in a bar, but there he was. Waiting to go deep, to submit.

He and some other people came to stage and started to slowly go deep and do these ridiculous things that usually make hypnosis hilarious. But when everything ended, I couldn't let this good boy go.

After the show, he was ready to come home when suddenly he started to feel dizzy, floaty, but very good. It was making him hard, but he was too focused on resisting this wonderful feeling of trance.

It wasn't long and he was wrapped in the fuzzy blanket of trance and started to walk to the backstage area where I was waiting for him.

He is a good boy. He must obey. He must submit. He can't resist. He must show off. He can't stop it.

I was trancing him daily, making his mind submit completely. He needed the conditioning to be the good boy that he is now.

I was very disappointed when my good boy told me, that he is going on a vacation with his family.

After his intensive conditioning to submit to my words and my will, this could easily disrupt my plans with him. As of few last sessions, his mind finally broke and he was just absorbing every little word of my control.

I couldn't risk all this progress to go away because of some silly vacation, so i made a simple conditioning file for him to play whenever he can. It contained his deeply rooted trigger : Mind Down, Dick Up. 

This trigger, as it already says - makes his dick go immediately hard, in exchange of his mind going down, into deep pleasurable sleep where he can continue his conditioning without me.

Few days went by, and i didn't get any feedback from him. This made me skeptical, what if he broke free somehow ?

I decided to send one of my other good boys that are completely brainwashed and can't break free of my control, to check on him on his vacation

.And there he was. Mindlessly laying there, exposed to the world. Not a care in the world if anyone sees his huge bulge, just listening to his file and obeying his conditioning.

After few days of watching him, i found out that he is just a mindless and hard slate all day. Just going from one place to another, laying down and turning on his file to sink back deep into trance.

i would describe it as feeling incredibly relaxed, feeling good, relaxing even more and not thinking.

just sitting there enjoying the good feeling :)

so today i got on my twitter @goodboyobeys and i saw that this one account @DumHuhuh is reposting my content as their own.

I don't know if more people did this too, but this is the one i've encountered.

Please don't repost my content without my permission. Simply message me on here and we can discuss it there.

If you spot more reposts of my blog posts anywhere else then this blog and my Twitter, please dm me :))

You can't stop it. You won't stop it. You don't want to stop it.

You enjoy it. Falling to your knees as i say those pleasurable words that make you submit so easily. Your muscles just giving up so fast. Immediately submitting to my words and commands. Obeying me automatically.

Your dick filling up with pleasure the more you hear my powerful words, making it bigger, harder - feeling so good. Just let go. Give up to my will. No resistance anymore.

One by one, limb by limb. My control spreading through your chiseled body, making it numb. Freezing your body and mind in pleasurable position for me to enjoy.

Darkness suddenly filling up your vision, making you dizzy but so happy. So happy to let go, let me take control of you. Finally resting again.

I don't haha, sorry guys, just have a lot of fantasies :)

It took a couple sessions, I needed him to get so caught in the spiral that he could never come back on his own. He resisted for a while, but in the end he couldn't resist my conditioning.

The spiral caught him by surprise. It is the best form of induction for such suggestible boy like him.

He wanted to figure out what it says. It was so hard, so capturing, hard to see, hard to resist.

He needed to obey. Stand still, keep looking, stop thinking, start sinking. Breaking his already weak mind the longer he stared.

Now he is my personal statue. Just standing there, mind long gone, staring into nothingness.

He couldn't resist the beautiful spiral.

A soon as he gazed into the center, his jaw went slack while his eyes went blank. Staring helplessly into the spiral, furthering his already deep programming.

Calmly sitting, relaxing as his mind was invaded with my powerful words. His mind was soaking every single little word and making him my obedient boy.

He doesn't need a shirt.

He doesn't need pants.

I met him on Tinder.

I found him very hot, and I was just looking for a new boy to take control of. He was just what i needed from a new subject. Chiseled and buffed, with handsome package.

For some time now, i have been playing around the idea of hypnotizing boys though my video game. It was a brilliant idea. The game would be released to public, weed out and find the perfect boys for my control.

The others, not so susceptible to my hypnosis would just play a simple game. But the susceptible ones, they would be trapped in endless cycle of my words, pleasure and obedience. Unknowingly conditioning themselves, getting ready for me, their new Master.

But I needed someone to test it. And he was exactly what the game would hunt for. So we started to talk a little and I invited him to my place, for some fun.

I was a little skeptic, but he came. Perfect boy, it was true. We talked for a little bit about our hobbies and such, that was my chance to mention the game. I talked to him about the game for a while, and he generously offered to test it. Unknowingly agreeing to get his mind taken. I told him to grab the controller on the couch and started up the game.

Few minutes passed and he was already in deep. Blank expressions came across his face. My words flashing in front of him, programming him to be my good boy, making him submit to me. His mind was quickly absorbing everything the game told him. His trigger engraved in his subconscious instantly.

I was very happy to see what the game was doing to him. So i tested some commands out. I said few words about him getting hot, feeling uncomfortable in heat and how it is always better to have less layers on.He felt it. The heat getting stronger with every breath, the only option for him was to take off his pants - and he did. Revealing his underwear with huge bulge.He wanted to take his shirt off, but he couldn't look away, he managed to roll up his sleeves and reveal his abs.

Good boy.

Working out, obeying his programming. Making sure to give his Master the best, that his empty vessel can offer. Just going up and down in loop, exactly as he is going during his programming.

Stroking his obedient cock up and down, in endless loop. Mind too empty to realize what is happening. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Don't think, don't feel just obey.

Good boys don't think. Good boys don't feel anything. Good boys work out for Master.

He is a good boy. He needs to obey. He needs to give Master his obedient muscles to be his perfect good boy.

Another boy, another toy.

His own reflection capturing his thoughts, making them disappear one by one. Blankness spreading through his whole body, relaxing him in ways so good, so pleasurable. Completely forgetting his own existence, leaving his identity behind. It wasn't important to him.

He just needed to feel good. He just needed to feel good and stare. He just needed to feel good, stare and obey.

He doesn't want it to stop. He can't stop it. Just giving in. Nothing else exists, just his reflection and Masters words.

He didn't acknowledge Masters words. He just stared and obeyed. As a command entered his mushy mind, his body responded.

Flexing obediently, waiting for another commands. Not remembering anything. Couldn't remember anything.

He stood there. Naked, exposed, blank.

He couldn't resist my words. The urge to resist melting in the moment my words entered his obedient mind.

Betrayed by his own beautiful body.

Pleasurable relaxation taking over his body, while my words were taking over his mind. Arousal building in his dick, as he felt himself slowly but surely letting go. Moment later, he felt incredible urge to strip. To be in his natural state. He needed to expose his work to the world. He needed to be naked.

His mind now exposed to his Master, naked and obedient.

Waiting for orders,

Once a straight jock, now blank gay fuck toy, with only one purpose.

He felt pleasure wrap around his whole body as unreadable message came from me.

Growing stronger, growing larger, covering every inch of his perfect body.

It captured every single piece of discomfort and turned it into more relaxing, enthralling pleasure.

Slowly disconnecting his strong, firm muscles from his brain. Growing deeper, and reaching his mind.

Turning it into pleasurable horny mush. Leaving him blank, horny and ready to obey.

He doesn't need his mind anymore. He just needs to let go, take a rest. Be a good sleepy boy and let himself sleep.

Now he was just standing there. His past erased, memories long gone.

Perfect body, perfect mind, perfect subject.

Now he does what he is told to do. As a good sleepy boy forever.

No need for thinking. No need for clothes. No need for anything but my commands.