Slaveboy Tyler

It takes time

to really submit to someone.

So many young men

Put messages out into the world,

Offering up their submission,

Suggesting they are

Deeply submissive.

Those young men

Resist

Because they think submission

Is telling their master

What they like,

What they want,

What they expect,

So that their experience of submission

Is exactly what they want.

We know boundaries are important

But it takes time

To learn to submit.

It takes time

To learn that your desires

Will change.

It takes time to realise

You cannot submit

And resist

Your new Master.

You know you want

To submit.

You know you want

To accept your Masters instructions

You know

Your submission

Is inevitable.

You know you will sink down

Willingly

Without resistance.

You know you can feel the words

Filling your mind,

Replacing your thoughts

Of resistance.

Washing away those barriers

Like the tides

Erode the shoreline cliffs,

Like the rains

Erode great mountains.

You know you can sink

Deeper and deeper.

You know it takes time

To relax.

It takes time

To calm yourself.

It takes time

To let go of your desires

And obey your Master.

It takes time

To submit

You feel like

You’ve followed my words forever.

You feel like sinking is easy,

Your mind drifting down slowly,

Gently,

Easily.

And when you sink right down to the bottom

You hear me ask:

Are you a hypno slut?

You know, the question lingers,

Doesn’t it?

Are you a hypno slut?

You know,

Maybe it’s not meant to be answered,

Not right away.

Maybe it’s meant to be felt—

Like my breath against your cheek.

Are you a hypno slut?

Or are you just curious

What it would feel like

If you were?

What it would feel like

To let your mind be touched,

Guided,

Shaped by my words

That slip past your thoughts

And settle somewhere

Deeper

Feeling so good,

So naughty.

You know,

Maybe you’ve wondered

How far that curiosity goes.

Whether it’s the trance that pulls you,

Or the surrender.

Whether you crave

The command,

Or the quiet in your mind

That comes after.

Are you a hypno slut?

Or are you someone

Who just likes how the world softens

When you stop thinking for a while

And follow my words?

Someone who finds

Beauty in the act of letting go—

In being rewritten

by words

That know what to do with you.

You know, the question itself

Can be a kind of trance.

Each repetition

Loosens something in your thoughts.

Each time you hear it,

It means a little more,

Doesn’t it?

Are you a hypno slut?

Or are you just finally remembering

That you’ve always been easy to me?

You know,

His face went slack. "Yeah bro"

That was his trigger.

"Good bros are cocky exhibitionists who can't help but go shirtless and show off in public, no matter where they are, right bro?"

Nothing makes a boy hornier than imagining the touch of a man