"3… 2… 1… and SLEEP!" The muscled jock’s head lolled back and arms hung limp at his sides as the hypnotic relaxation washed over him… "GOOD JOCKPUP!"
The young HypoMaster was quite pleased He had successfully transformed this once cocky, arrogant straight muscle jock into a mindless drone slave. Many of the muscled body-builders at the gym had dismissed Him because of his lean, less-muscled physique… But the HypnoMaster bided His time… wielding the power of His Mind over these jocks until one by one, they each began to succumb to the subconscious triggers and subliminal suggestions He’d planted deeply in their dumb minds. Stroke their egos, praise their workout endeavors, plead for them to be His personal trainer, make them all believe they could help Him become more like them…. Those were the keys to gain their trust and eventually get them to succumb. They were all too arrogant and proud of their own accomplishments that they never realized they were the ones being molded and trained.
THE TWINS ALWAYS LOOKED FORWARD TO A WEEKEND WITH UNCLE STEVE
look, if I said or did anything, anything at all, to imply that you were not expected to put out tonight, then please, allow me to clarify…I expect your mouth on my cock in the next 20 seconds or you can step out that door and never look back…believe me, I have a list of numbers I can call and have you replaced in the next ten minutes. Or If you wish to continue with me as your fuck stud, I suggest you get on your knees and crawl over here….tick, tock, tick tock…time’s a wastin’.