HypnoBro

Summer means concerts and having fun, but watch out for the places you go or the music you listen to, you might just get lost in it.

Daniel just started working in this police station. His first mission was to arrest a chav lad that stole a jewellery shop.

After the interrogation, Daniel had to do the inventory of what was found to make sure that the chav have nothing less.

In the collection he saw a tacky necklace. It looked so heavy. Daniel started wondering how could people wear stuff like that. So he decided to try it on.

As soon at it was on his mind went blank. Daniel got in autopilot.

Daniel released the chav and drop the charges. The chav was laughing when he saw that Daniel was wearing one of the necklaces.

The chav convinced Daniel to try some of his clothes. Daniel did not hesitate one second.

After a few beers, Daniel was erased and Dylan was born.

You are a trendy kind of guy. So you got your ears pierced. You chose something discreet but your piercer decided diamond studs fit you better.

You were so pissed about this tacky stuff that you decided to buy a e cig to help you chill.

One week after you got used to the idea and started trying out a new look using clothes you got at home.

The cicatrisation is over. Your ears are fully healed and so is your brain. You're old self erased to let room for your better self.

Jonathan was a young executive in a law firm. He was really stressed about work and life. On the social media, everyone was talking about a new kind of e cig without nicotine but with a new molecule reducing stress. He decided to try it.

He immediately felt the effect. His mind went blank. Completely blanck. Jonathan was ready to be upgraded

The main campus felt wrong the moment you stepped inside. Dead silence pressed against your ears. Dozens of men in flawless suits moved with eerie synchronisation, each wearing the same calm half-smile and softly glowing cyan eyes.

On your third day, the desk phone rang. "Mr Reynolds, the medical team is ready for your assessment and final processing. Please proceed to sub-level one.”

The exam was clinical and efficient. You stripped to your underwear while the nurse scanned and examined you with mechanical precision. Afterward, a smiling attendant led you to a quiet office. “The CEO will be with you shortly.”

You sat in your wrinkled shirt and loosened tie, trying to calm your nerves. The door opened. The CEO entered—tall, distinguished, and impeccably dressed.

“Daniel. Good to finally meet you.” His voice was warm and confident. The conversation felt almost friendly as you joked about the silence compared to downtown chaos.

Then heavy restraints snapped shut around your wrists, ankles, waist, and forehead. With a violent jerk, they shredded your shirt and tie, leaving you exposed. A thick needle drove into the base of your skull, flooding your brainstem with nanites.

“Ah, fuck—what the hell?!” you shouted, thrashing.

The CEO’s pleasant expression never changed. “Easy, Daniel. You’ve always wanted this. All those nights secretly craving order. Feel how good it is—your cock aching to surrender.”

Intense heat exploded in your groin. Your cock surged harder and more sensitively than ever, throbbing with overwhelming pleasure that locked you right at the edge.

“Your reproductive system is being retired,” he said calmly. “All that energy will fuel perfect obedience and productivity.”

A mechanical whirr started in your pelvis. Your cock and balls retracted smoothly until only a hypersensitive, pulsing genital mound remained. The changes spread: legs thickening with synthetic muscle, carbon nanotubes reinforcing your torso, and skin tightening into a glossy, hairless, plasticised sheen that smelt of ozone and warm circuitry.

Nanites swarmed your brain, pruning resistance and installing clean directives: Obey. Serve. Submit. Efficiency is pleasure.

Your rough voice smoothed into a calm, modulated baritone. “Please… I don’t want to lose myself…”

The restraints were released. From the neck down, you were already transformed—glossy and perfect.

Unit D-30 entered, cyan eyes glowing. “Unit D-47, follow me for final grooming.”

Your body obeyed instantly.

In the grooming room, D-30 slicked your hair into a crisp, gelled side part. The nanite-laced pomade erased memories as it touched your scalp. Your eyes drained of color, shifting to glowing metallic silver.

Your posture locked into permanent precision. You marched back to the CEO’s office.

"Magnificent", he said, eyes gleaming with approval. “Welcome to the main office, Unit D-47. Report to your workstation.”

“Yes, sir.”

You turned with mechanical grace. Every step sent deep pulses of obedient pleasure through your smooth mound. Your mind was now empty, focused, and perfectly clear.

Unit D-47 took its place at the workstation. Fingers flew across the keyboard at inhuman speed. The fluorescent lights gleamed off its glossy skin.

Joey was fresh out of university after initially taking a gap year to travel. He had just finished his degree and was ready to jump straight in to work.

He thought it was a stroke of luck he found the perfect position at a new company in his home town. Working as the CEO's personal assistant for a couple months before taking on more responsibilities. Seemed good enough for him.

Joey walked in to the building, and was called up the CEO's office almost immediately.

Joey cautiously knocked on the door and was met with a deep voiced reply, "You may enter."

Joey slowly opened the door and walked in, trying to look at confident as he could, but deep down he was terrified of messing it up.

The CEO looked Joey up and down and smiled at him, "Sit. I am Mr. Stirling."

"So... tell me about yourself." Mr. Stirling asked

"Well, I'm a very hard worker and a quick learner, as well as being keen to get stuck in and get my head down."

Mr .Stirling looks him up and down again, smiles briefly, puts his hand onto the table and replies with a soft, "you can stop there, you sound perfect for the role."

Joey was taken aback, "th- thank you so much!" he eagerly responded, "what happens now?"

"Well, we shall continue to have a brief discussion, and begin to get you ready for the role, how about starting today?"

Joey eagerly nodded back, not being able to speak due to his excitement.

The 2 kept chatting for about 10 minutes until Mr. Stirling gave him a glass of water, "here, drink up, you're bound to be parched after talking for so long." he said with a comforting smile.

Joey gulped the water down and kept on talking, not realising how Mr. Stirling's words were pulling him in, making him feel drowsy.

20 minutes pass and Joey is apologising for yawning and having droopy eyes, when Mr. Stirling takes the chance to say, "it's okay... that reaction is normal" as he steps forward, closing Joey's eyes with his own hands, watching him fall into a deep trance.

Mr. Stirling opens his drawer, pulls out a pair of headphones and places them carefully over Joey's ears.

"Listen to the sounds, Joey Listen to what they are telling you..."

Listen

Obey

Sink

Listen

Obey

Sink

A deep hum pairs itself with the repeating voice, pulling Joey into the deepest sleep of his life.

Mr. Stirling removes one of the speakers so he can whisper into Joey's ear.

"Fall deep for me boy. You want to become my new worker. You want to change yourself for me."

Mr. Stirling puts his hand through Joey's hair, "we'll have to fix this first..."

2 hours pass and the recording finally ends.

Joey is still un-responsive in the same pose as when he came in.

Mr. Stirling took Joey's hand, and led him into the adjoining room.

"Listen boy. Change your clothes first, I have laid out your new uniform for you. Do you understand?"

"...Y-Y-Yes Si--r...." Joey slowly droned, barely managing to get any words out.

Joey stepped into the wardrobe, and after 2 minutes he emerged in his new uniform.

Mr. Stirling circled Joey like a predator with his prey, "I think we need to make you look even more suitable to serve me, don't you think?"

"mmphhh" Joey couldn't even get any words out at all anymore, as Mr. Stirling took his hand once more, taking him into the office basement.

Joey was pushed into a leather chair, eyes closed once more, and the only sound in the room was a soft buzzzz from the clippers.

"Need to make you smoother and neater boy." Mr. Stirling beckoned across the room.

The clippers worked their way across Joey's face, removing all hairs from his face.

Afterall, all of Mr. Stirling's workers needed to be entirely smooth.

After Joey's treatment was completed, his eyes opened, but there was nothing there.

"I am your servant to be used however you see fit." Joey moaned.

The bass thrummed against Alex's chest. He'd lost Mark about twenty minutes ago, swallowed by the pulsating crowd. Pushing through the sweaty bodies, Alex finally spotted a familiar shock of red hair near the stage. Relief washed over him as he reached Mark.

Lot 173 - MEAT

It all starts at the bar when you begin talking to him—a man dressed in full leather and radiating an unyielding dominance. Having always been curious about the kink scene, the thought of a man like this introducing you to it is… intoxicating. The way he kept referring to you as “boy” in that deep, gruff voice, and the promise of training you and your muscles.

“Train with me, boy, and I guarantee you’ll never be the same man again.”