#gayhypno

Tyler was interested in switching up his style and no better place to do that than your local mall. He entered through the doors through the food court and began his journey store to store. Endless stores with your run of the mill clothes filled with people packed like sardines. He was about to give up until he noticed a new store

This one had been added recently or maybe he never noticed it. The windows were so tinted he couldn’t make out what this place had to offer. Walking in before he went home wouldn’t hurt. He entered the store and was shocked to find so much leather and rubber. Stuff he wouldn’t be caught dead in. Everywhere he looked was a culture shock to this basic boy. He rubbed his hand over a shirt and felt a tingle in his body.

It felt like nothing he’s felt before. He could feel a *PING* go off in his brain and with no hesitation he grabbed a shirt. Something told him he needed to try it on. He didn’t see anybody else in the store so he grabbed a shirt and walked himself to the dressing rooms.

He stripped his jacked and plain red tee and set them to the side. He grabbed the folded black rubber shirt and slowly pulled it over his head

The shirt fit like a glove. He had to admit that though it’s not his style, he really enjoyed the way it fit him. Snug in all the right places. Seemed to cling to his body like second skin. He kept staring at himself pleased with what he saw. As he stared he hadn’t noticed the mirror began to swirl. Too busy looking at himself.

As the pattern in the mirror fully encased the glass, he felt confused. Eyes never leaving the spiral in front of him. His head felt light. His body tingling. He felt amazing. Then the thoughts began to enter his head. Obedience. Rubber. Slave. He felt like he was gonna pass out. He was slowly giving in to the spiral.

His brain shut down completely. He mumbled over and over “i am a good boy. Good boys wear rubber.”

He was completely hypnotized. The store owner unlocked the door to his stall and let himself in. He stared at the boy with lust in his eyes.

“You’re gonna make a fine slave. Isn’t that right my good boy”

Through the drool now coming from the boys lips he nodded and repeated “i am a good boy good boys wear rubber”

The owner handed Tyler some more clothes and ordered him to put them on. Tyler obeyed without hesitation. He followed the owner to the back room where his hair was cut short and his ears were pierced. He exited the store and returned home with bags of new rubber attire. Tyler wanted a change in style and that’s what he got. He would return to the store once a week for new items and to service his master. Tyler made sure to tell his friends of the great new store they should check out

Just relax bud and just let yourself watch the spiral, let everything else fade away and just focus bud. Just focus on the spiral let everything else go away.

No need to worry, all ya gotta do bud is just sit back relax and stare. Just let yourself slip deep down bud. Let yourself relax. Let yourself go further and further down that nice rabbit hole. It’s alright to just relax and watch.

Just let everything else go and just focus. It’s alright to just let yourself go deep bud. To let yourself just relax. To just let your head go nice and empty as you just listen. Just keep listenin to Boss.

No need to think, ya just need to listen to Boss. Just relax, bud. Just let Boss do the thinkin. After all a redneck doesn’t need to think. A country boy just needs to listen to Boss. A cowboy just needs to obey Boss. Just relax and sit back and be a good redneck, cowboy, or country boy for Boss. A good redneck will reblog this for Boss. A good country boy will reblog this for Boss. A good cowboy will reblog this for Boss.

(Fully uncensored @ My Bsky)

Mind-Melter's been on a rampage lately!

After the villain snuck a hypno-visor on him, Cap's mind was quickly captivated by the mesmerizing visuals.

Take a good look at the spiral.

You’ve been scrolling for a while, take a moment and just relax.

Yeah, it’s nice to just watch the spiral.

Just focus and relax.

Focus and relax.

You’ve been using your mind all day.

It’s okay, let your mind go.

Take a break.

Focus and relax.

Focus and relax.

You don’t need your thoughts. Let them go.

Just relax.

Just focus.

No thoughts, no worries.

It feels good doesn’t it?

Every rotation, just sink deeper.

Focus and relax.

You don’t need your thoughts.

You have no thoughts.

Just focus. Just relax.

It feels so good.

No thoughts, no worries.

Focus and relax.

No thoughts.

These words are your thoughts.

Sinking deeper. And deeper.

You’re so focused. So relaxed.

No thoughts.

No worries.

Obedient.

Such a good boy.

You’re such a good boy.

Feels good to be a good boy.

Obedient and mindless.

No thoughts. No worries.

Obedient. Mindless.

Be a good boy and obey.

DM me “I’m a good boy.” and feel a wave of pleasure.

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Yes this is a Pixar Toy Story Caption

Andy The Toy

Andy was so excited to go to college and brand himself as a man. He gave away all his childhood toys away hoping they would have amazing adventures without him as he went off to do the same.

At his University, his roommate and Andy clicked very quickly and started going to the gym together and becoming soccer jocke with one another. When they were really drunk, Andy told his roommate about how his mom would write his name on the foot of his toys so none of the other kids could take them from him. His roommate chuckled and responded with "So you believe that when someone writes their name on something's foot, it becomes their toy to play and let others play with."

"You totally get it!" Andy explained, taking another sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. His roommate got him another one from the kitchen and brought a Sharpie along with him.

Andy's roommate handed him the beer and knelt on the floor of their shared space to access Andy's foot. "Hey, this beer has a price."

Andy mid-swig responded quickly, "I'll pay it."

"Great," the roommate snickered, "it is nothing insane, just let me draw something on your body." Andy nodded in response, still drinking his beer, and did not stop his roommate from taking off his left shoe and writing his name on Andy's sole.

Without thinking, Andy stood up, rigid as he felt his hand let go of the beer and fall to the carpet. His mind was racing, but his breathing stayed steady as his roommate spoke, "Now let's see what my new toy can do?"

"Andy, walk to the room," his roommate demanded, and Andy's body moved without thinking. He tried as hard as possible to get his legs to stop moving to their shared bedroom as the effects of the beer wore off very quickly. Once inside, the roommate closed the door and started feeling the muscles that he and Andy had worked so hard on. Andy did not know how to process this, as his body enjoyed the sensation but could not move to reciprocate it.

Suddenly, his roommate stopped and backed up. noticing his new toy's erect member. "It might have saved a ton of trouble if I just came out," he chuckled. "Too late now, I guess," he said as he got out everything he needed for a stick and poke tattoo.