Unbetitelt

CUM

He waited until the boy stepped into the showers, then switched out his shoes. The boy had finished showering after everyone else, it was perfect timing. The moment the boy put the shoes on, the rubber instantly began creeping up his legs. The boy squirmed in pleasure and moaned as the rubber crept over his cock and balls turning his 8incher into an extremely sensitive null bulge. It continued to creep over his body until it reached his head. The rubber then began to form the perfect pup hood. As the hood formed, it crept into the boys brain, turning it to horny, obedient mush.

He waited until the boy stepped into the showers, then switched out his shoes. The boy had finished showering after everyone else, it was perfect timing. The moment the boy put the shoes on, the rubber instantly began creeping up his legs. The boy squirmed in pleasure and moaned as the rubber crept over his cock and balls turning his 8incher into an extremely sensitive null bulge. It continued to creep over his body until it reached his head. The rubber then began to form the perfect pup hood. As the hood formed, it crept into the boys brain, turning it to horny, obedient mush.

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.

A hero is someone who stands tall, proud, and brave in the face of adversity. He knows right from wrong. He does not need to be powerful, he does not need to be physically strong. He simply needs a strong moral compass to guide him towards heroism.

That compass will guide the hero through many things before he realizes his true calling. He will find trouble, and stop what he’s doing to fight for what’s right. He could be in the middle of something he deemed important at the time, but when trouble arises, he struggles to choose whether to stop and be the hero, or to continue doing what he started. But of course, his moral compass is overpowering, and he drops whatever it was, and steps up to the plate.

It’s never usually the first incident, however, that makes the hero choose to don the tights and mask. Usually it takes some death-defying stunts, or a very personal attack against them, either by some villain noticing their do-gooder status, or by an old friend trying to get the hero’s attention in a very misguided way.

It’s after this event that they decide it’s time to suit up. They can feel it in their souls, how right it is, how it has always been there, waiting for them. The superhero life chose him long ago, but waited patiently for the hero to follow their destiny. But once they suit up for the first time, there’s no going back. It isn’t long before the hero begins to find enjoyment in his new life.

Enjoyment in being a hero, being stronger than before, being adored. Dressing up, showing off his body. It starts to sneak into his head, how good it is to be a hero. He gets cocky, more daring. Villains always know when the hero is at this point. They always give it away. And that’s when he progresses towards his destiny as a true hero.

The villains start finding his weaknesses, because he’s opened himself more than he should. Why should he fear being open? He’s a superhero, he won’t ever be defeated! But bit by bit, villains start breaking down his walls. They find cracks, and turn them into holes. And of course, being so cocky, being so full of himself, the hero never realizes until it’s too late.

He doesn’t notice the lost minutes day to day, doesn’t hear the local buzz about his being hard on the job. And one day he loses hours, crimes get committed all afternoon while he’s lost in a super stupor, hypnotized and rubbing himself silly in his tight, once-proud supersuit. And at the end of that day he’s never the same.

He starts to notice how good being tied up by villains is. He goes looking for it. For the thrill, for the pleasure. And then he realizes when he isn’t in costume he feels empty. He wants to feel full. And he learns the degree to which he wants to be full, as he starts experimenting with his sexuality, training his ass in his down time. He finds that he doesn’t feel like a true hero unless he’s hard, and has a full hole inside his tights. And he so suddenly longs to feel like a true hero.

A true hero never gives up the fight.

A true hero never resists his calling.

A true hero eventually realizes his place is at the feet of a hypnotic villain, keen on keeping him in a deep, horny trance.

A true hero surrenders and obeys, blowing his load into his super tights, finally breaking his will to Master Villain.

Jonathan leaned back on the couch, the silence of the flat settling over him. Daniel had just left for the grocery store, mumbling something about being gone for an hour or so. They weren't particularly close as roommates—polite greetings and the occasional shared meal were about the extent of their interactions. Jonathan didn’t mind; he preferred his solitude.

But today, he found himself restless.

Standing, he wandered aimlessly around the flat, running his fingers over the surfaces of their shared space. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the background, and sunlight streamed in through the window.

As he passed Daniel’s room, something caught his eye.

Through the open door, draped across the bed, was a pair of Adidas Chile 20 Joggers. Their sleek, shiny fabric shimmered slightly in the light, the dark material almost magnetic in its allure. Jonathan paused in the doorway, his gaze lingering.

Those joggers.

He had noticed them before, each time Daniel wore them. Their tight fit emphasized his roommate’s athletic build—broad shoulders, trim waist, strong legs. Jonathan had always admired Daniel’s physique, though he'd never said anything. It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you casually brought up over breakfast.

Now, the joggers were just lying there, unguarded.

Jonathan hesitated.

His logical side told him to move along—this was an invasion of privacy, after all. But curiosity tugged at him. He took a cautious step into Daniel’s room, the air suddenly feeling heavier.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he reached out, fingertips brushing the material. It was even softer than it looked, smooth and almost impossibly light. A thrill ran through him as he traced the fabric, marveling at the craftsmanship.

No harm in just looking, he thought.

But the temptation didn’t stop there.

Jonathan glanced at the door. Daniel wouldn’t be back for a while—he’d said he had a long list of errands to run. And it wasn’t as though Daniel would know.

He bit his lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in his chest. Then, almost on autopilot, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor.

Sliding the joggers off the bed, he hesitated for a moment longer. But something about them drew him in, an almost magnetic pull that he couldn’t resist.

The fabric glided over his legs as he pulled them on, fitting snugly around his thighs and calves. A warm tingle spread through his body, starting at his legs and radiating upward. He shuddered, running his hands along the material, savoring the sensation.

They felt incredible, almost too good to be true.

Jonathan turned to the full-length mirror on Daniel’s closet door, his breath catching as he took in his reflection. The joggers clung to him perfectly, highlighting the lean muscle he rarely paid attention to. He twisted slightly, admiring the way they moved with him, shimmering in the light.He let out a soft laugh, half in disbelief.

Why does this feel so…right?

The joggers seemed to amplify something in him, a confidence he hadn’t felt in years. He ran his hand along his thigh again, marveling at the sleek texture. The warm tingle intensified, spreading through his whole body.

Jonathan stood transfixed before the mirror, his reflection almost unrecognizable to him. The joggers clung to his form like a second skin, accentuating the contours of his thighs in a way that sent a fresh wave of exhilaration through him.

Turning slightly, he admired how the fabric shimmered, catching the light and emphasizing his shape. The tingle that had started in his legs now crept upward, an unrelenting warmth spreading into his chest. His hands instinctively followed the sensation, brushing over his stomach.

His breath hitched.

What is this feeling?

The tightness in his shirt became more apparent as his fingers moved over his torso. His skin felt hypersensitive, every stroke amplifying the growing heat within him. It wasn’t just the joggers anymore—it was as if the sensation they brought with them was awakening something deep inside him.

Jonathan pressed his palm against his chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath his shirt. Each touch seemed to radiate outward, sending shivers up his arms and into his neck. His muscles tensed, his body alive with an energy he couldn’t quite explain.

He glanced down at the joggers again. The once-subtle arousal had become impossible to ignore, the fabric tightening against him. His face flushed, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Staring into the mirror, he let his hands roam, his fingers exploring his chest, tracing the lines of his shoulders. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every ripple of sensation that followed.

“This… feels so good,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

His reflection stared back at him, a mixture of awe and desire in his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had looked at himself like this, felt this way about his own body. The joggers weren’t just clothing—they were something else entirely. They made him feel… alive.

His hand drifted lower, brushing against the bulge straining against the joggers. The touch sent a jolt through him, his knees nearly buckling under the intensity. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.

His fingers returned to his chest, tracing the edge of his shirt as if tempted to remove it entirely. The tingling warmth was spreading faster now, a current of pleasure that left him trembling.

Jonathan closed his eyes for a moment, his breaths shallow and uneven. He knew he should stop, knew this was crossing a line, but the sensations were too overwhelming to ignore.

When he opened his eyes again, his reflection seemed almost unfamiliar, his expression one of pure, unfiltered longing.

Jonathan’s head rested against the mirror, his reflection a haze of sweat and lust. His hand moved rhythmically over the bulge in the joggers, unable to stop, each stroke pulling him deeper into the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His breathing was ragged, vision blurred, every nerve alight with the tingle that now engulfed his entire body.

He didn’t even hear the front door open.

“Feels good, huh?”

The low chuckle cut through the fog in Jonathan’s mind like a blade, his entire body freezing for a moment. Slowly, he turned his head, catching sight of Daniel leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Jonathan’s breath hitched.

Daniel’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness.

“It’s those pants, isn’t it?” he said, voice low and smooth.

“They feel amazing, don’t they?”

Jonathan opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His hand was still pressed against himself, his body betraying him as it refused to stop.

Daniel’s smirk widened. “Don’t be shy. I’ve seen you watching me—those looks you give me when you think I don’t notice. The way your eyes linger on my legs, my body…”

He took another step closer. “Craving to touch me. To make me yours. Isn’t that right?”

Jonathan shook his head weakly, trying to deny it, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.

“It’s cute, really,” Daniel said, closing the distance between them in one fluid motion. Before Jonathan could react, Daniel was behind him, his strong arms wrapping around Jonathan’s waist. His hands slid over Jonathan’s chest, palms warm and firm through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Jonathan shivered, his knees nearly buckling at the contact.

“Oh, you poor thing…” Daniel whispered, his breath hot against Jonathan’s ear. His hands roamed lower, tracing the curves of Jonathan’s body. “Your mind is so weak and feeble, isn’t it? So easy to give in, so easy to lose yourself.”

Jonathan let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against Daniel’s shoulder. He should resist, he knew he should, but every word Daniel spoke seemed to burrow deeper into him, unraveling his will.

“That’s adorable, y’know?” Daniel murmured, his lips brushing against Jonathan’s neck. “Especially when it’s so easy for me to… have certain effects on you, let’s say.”

Jonathan’s hand was still moving, his strokes slow and desperate. Daniel’s hands slid up to his chest again, encouraging him, guiding him.

“Just focus,” Daniel said, his voice hypnotic. “Focus on how the fabric feels. How tight it is. How shiny it looks in the light. No thoughts needed, Jonathan. Just feel.”

Jonathan’s mind was a haze, every word sinking him deeper. The tingle spread anew, radiating from where Daniel’s hands touched him, their warmth almost searing.

“It’s okay to let go,” Daniel whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me guide you. Doesn’t it feel so much better when you stop thinking?”

Jonathan let out a soft whimper, his body completely yielding to Daniel’s touch and words.

Daniel’s voice was a velvet purr, every word sinking into Jonathan like a warm embrace, binding him tighter to the moment.

“I can feel you leaking, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his hands sliding lower, brushing tantalizingly over the growing wetness staining the joggers.

“That’s okay. Let it all out.”

Jonathan’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, his hand trembling as it continued to stroke. He could feel the heat pooling, the tingling sensation now a relentless current coursing through his body. Every inch of him burned, his mind spiraling deeper into Daniel’s intoxicating words.

“Into the joggers,” Daniel whispered, his voice soothing yet commanding. “I always do that too.”

Jonathan shuddered at the confession, his body responding instinctively. The joggers clung tighter, every movement amplifying the slick, almost electric sensation against his skin.

“And with every drop,” Daniel continued, his lips grazing Jonathan’s ear, “let all your little thoughts leak out too. Every single one of them, dripping out of the tip of your cock”

Jonathan whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as the tension within him built to an unbearable peak. He couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t resist—Daniel’s words were all he could hear, all he could feel.

“Every drop, every thought… gone,” Daniel whispered, his tone laced with possessive satisfaction. “That’s it, Jonathan. Just let go. Let it all flow out of you. And then…”

Jonathan’s body arched, his muscles tightening as the inevitable release approached, his mind completely lost in the sensations overtaking him.

“When you finally release,” Daniel said, his voice low and certain, “you’ll be mine.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut, the world dissolving as he surrendered completely.

Jonathan's body shuddered violently as he released, the tension flooding out of him in a wave of pure, overwhelming sensation. His knees buckled, and he slumped backward, his weight falling into Daniel’s strong arms.

“There you go,” Daniel whispered, his voice soft and soothing as he steadied Jonathan against him. His grip was firm but tender, holding him upright as he trembled, spent and dazed.

Jonathan’s head fell against Daniel’s shoulder, his breath ragged, his vision swimming with the aftershocks of what had just happened. He felt Daniel’s hand slide up to cup his face, tilting it gently upward.

“That’s right, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his tone dripping with affection and possession. “You’re mine now.”

Jonathan’s gaze met Daniel’s, and he saw something in his eyes—a mixture of warmth and dominance, a protective yet possessive intensity that made his chest tighten in a strange, almost comforting way.

Daniel’s fingers brushed over Jonathan’s cheek, his touch slow and deliberate. “You’ve given yourself to me,” he continued, his voice low and soothing. “Completely.”

Jonathan couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. He simply nodded weakly, leaning further into Daniel’s embrace, the warmth of his body a grounding presence.

Daniel’s hand moved downward, tracing along Jonathan’s chest before settling just below his waist. He stroked him gently, his palm pressing against the dampness that had spread through the joggers.

Jonathan closed his eyes, letting himself sink into Daniel’s touch, the overwhelming sensations of earlier fading into a hazy, blissful calm.

Daniel continued to caress him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. “That’s it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No more worries. No more thoughts. Just me.”

Daniel’s hands rested firmly on Jonathan’s waist as he steadied him, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He stroked the damp fabric of the joggers one last time, his touch slow and deliberate, before letting his hands glide upward to Jonathan’s shoulders.

“You’ll keep those joggers on today,” Daniel murmured, his voice calm but commanding, the words seeping into Jonathan’s dazed mind like a gentle tide. “Let’s see just how far you’re willing to fall.”

Jonathan blinked sluggishly, his body still trembling as the intensity of the moment ebbed away. The joggers clung to him, their slick material damp and snug against his skin, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

“I… I…” he stammered, his voice hoarse, but Daniel placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“No need to speak,” Daniel said, his tone both soothing and authoritative. “Just listen. Just feel.”

Jonathan nodded weakly, his mind too clouded to resist.

Daniel guided him out of the room and into the living space, his arm draped protectively around Jonathan’s shoulders. The joggers shimmered slightly in the light, the damp patch visible but ignored as Jonathan moved in a haze, unable to think clearly, unable to do anything but follow.

“Good,” Daniel said as he settled Jonathan onto the couch, his touch lingering on his shoulder. “Now, just relax. Let those feelings sink in. Let them remind you of who you belong to.”

Jonathan’s breathing was shallow, his body hypersensitive to every brush of the fabric against his skin. His thoughts felt distant, blurred by the lingering sensations and Daniel’s steady, commanding presence.

Daniel leaned down, his lips close to Jonathan’s ear. “You’ll wear them all day,” he said softly, his voice wrapping around Jonathan like a blanket. “Feel every little sensation they bring you. Every tingle. Every spark. Let it remind you how easy it is to give in.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, the warmth of Daniel’s words washing over him. He didn’t protest, didn’t even think to.

“You’re already mine,” Daniel continued, his hand brushing lightly against Jonathan’s chest. “But by the end of today, you won’t even remember what it felt like to be anything else.”

Jonathan shivered, his head nodding slightly as he sank deeper into the couch.

Daniel crouched in front of Jonathan, his gaze never wavering. His eyes were sharp, but there was a softness to them, a possessive tenderness that sent a shiver down Jonathan’s spine.

“You’re such a good boy,” Daniel murmured, reaching up to cup Jonathan’s face. His thumb brushed across Jonathan’s cheek in slow, deliberate strokes, his touch both soothing and claiming.

Jonathan’s breath hitched. He was still reeling, his body exhausted yet hyperaware of every sensation—the dampness of the joggers against his skin, the warmth of Daniel’s hand, the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Daniel’s hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of Jonathan’s jaw. “Look at you,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate. “Falling so perfectly. You were made for this, weren’t you? For me.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. He could only stare back, his body leaning slightly into Daniel’s touch as if drawn by an invisible force.

Daniel’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, his hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jonathan’s ear. “You don’t need to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tremble.”

Jonathan’s cheeks flushed, his gaze flickering down for a moment before Daniel gently tilted his chin back up.

“Ah, ah,” Daniel chided playfully. “Eyes on me, Jonathan.

”Their gazes locked, and Jonathan felt as though he were being pulled deeper, his thoughts dissolving under the weight of Daniel’s presence.

“You’re mine now,” Daniel said, his voice filled with a quiet certainty as he continued to caress Jonathan’s face. “And I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Jonathan nodded faintly, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He didn’t know how far he’d fall, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

All that mattered was Daniel.

Daniel’s thumb continued its gentle caress along Jonathan’s cheek, his fingers steadying his face as he spoke softly, possessively. The closeness, the warmth, and the lingering sensations in the joggers were too much for Jonathan’s overwhelmed body.

A soft, helpless moan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at you,” Daniel murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction. “You can’t even help it, can you?”

Jonathan’s body trembled, his breath hitching as the sensations built again, faster this time, as if every nerve had been primed to respond. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, and his hands gripped the edges of the couch as his muscles tensed.

“Go on,” Daniel whispered, his hands cradling Jonathan’s face, his thumbs brushing across his temples now. “Let it happen. Let it all out for me.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered open briefly, glassy and unfocused, before they rolled back entirely as his body gave in once more. A soft cry escaped his lips, and his entire frame shuddered violently as he released again, the joggers now clinging impossibly tighter to his skin.

Daniel held him steady, his arms strong and grounding as Jonathan slumped forward, utterly spent. His face fell against Daniel’s chest, his breathing heavy and erratic as he trembled in the aftermath.

“There you go,” Daniel murmured, stroking Jonathan’s hair gently now, his fingers threading through the damp strands. “That’s my good boy. Just let it all out.”

Jonathan whimpered softly, his body weak and pliant in Daniel’s arms.

“Shhh,” Daniel soothed, his voice low and comforting as he cradled Jonathan closer. “You’re doing so well for me. Just let it all sink in. No thoughts, no resistance. Only me.”

Daniel’s hand slid lower, stroking gently over the damp fabric of the joggers, as if to reassure Jonathan.

“You feel that?” Daniel whispered. “That’s what it means to be mine. Completely and utterly mine.”

Dont ressist and Touch me where you want 😈

Feel the rubber

Touch my bulge and unzip It dont Be shy 😈

Yes, my spirals make your cock hard, and your brain soft

Expertly sucking you deeper and deeper under my erotic, hypnotic spell.

You LOVE being hypnotized by me

You LOVE getting hard for me

You LOVE getting sucked deeper and deeper

Hard. Hypnotized. Obedient.

Good boy.

Or were you shrinking?

It didn’t matter.

Before you finally noticed any of the changes, it was already too late.

As the size difference grew, you couldn’t help but feel submissive to him.

He joked about you being “ideal blowjob height”, and before you knew what you were doing, his dick was in your mouth.

“Oh damn wtf?! Aren’t you straight? Fuck it feels so good though, Good boy…”

Not that your roommate knew what he was doing either. He lovingly stroked your cheek as he pumped his cock in your mouth. He had fully given into the curse, enjoying every second of it. He had definitely gotten the better end of a deal he didn’t make, and he wasn’t going to complain.