How Hank Turned Jules Gay

Straight to gay conversion
Gay Male sex
Dubcon (Dubious consent)/nonconsent/rape
Manipulation
Homewrecking
Blowjob
Revenge
Cheating
“Fag” word
Tease and Denial

Hank didn’t know it, but the good friend who had gifted him his new watch had been in his house only a week before that fateful day.
The 30-year-old blond man was certain he hadn’t seen Jules for over five years, ever since they were in college together, but that wasn’t the case. He simply didn’t remember anything that happened that night.

Jules had held a grudge against Hank ever since they were college roommates. The young man had always been attracted to guys like Hank, but he hesitated when it came to telling people about his sexuality. That was because some folks could be so close-minded when it came to gays and lesbians!
And so he had kept his crush a secret for so long, until one night, while the two of them drunkenly chatted one night, he had dared make a move.

Jules had leaned in and kissed Hank, feeling his heart beating so fast inside his chest. Would Hank reject him? Or maybe he’d kiss him back? He was too drunk to keep his feelings in check any longer, and so decided to jump into the pool without checking if it had water before he did so.

What Jules wasn’t expecting was for Hank to violently shove him away, yelling cruel slurs at him and stomping out of their shared living room, into his own bedroom.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me again, you fag!” Hank had screamed harshly, just before slamming the door behind him.

Jules had barely been able to sleep that night, furious and embarrassed, tossing and turning in bed for hours. When he finally got out of his room the following morning, he was shocked to see Hank sitting there, drinking coffee, nursing a massive hangover, and not remembering anything about the previous night.

“Hey man, what did we do yesterday? My head is pounding, don’t let me drink so much next time!” Hank said, sipping at his coffee and smiling as if nothing was wrong.

He had insulted Jules, threatened to kick his butt, and stomped out on the guy who was supposed to be his best friend, but now he didn’t even remember it? That was messed up, and Jules wanted to snap at Hank and tell him how much of a jackass he was.

Instead, he forced himself to smile and pretend nothing was wrong. He decided right then and there that he would take revenge on Hank. So he was so insulted by the idea of being kissed by a gay man? Well, he’ll be one soon enough.
As soon as Jules discovered a way to get it done, at least.

And so, ever since Jules graduated college with a major in psychiatry, he began to investigate and specialize in meditation and hypnosis techniques, making a good living while he continued planning his revenge.
He practiced on his many customers, planting small cues here and there, and checking as time went by if they worked. That way he began to tune his technique over the following years, making sure he had it down to a tee before he started his elaborate revenge.
It was a long journey to vengeance, but it was worth it.

It was a year before reaching out to Hank once again that he began turning random men into gay men. He didn’t much care who they were, or what kind of life they had: all he needed was several test subjects to experiment on.
He decided a watch was the perfect totem object, the ideal anchor to attach to his victims. It was something that wouldn’t attract people’s attention or make anyone suspicious.

And so during his hypnosis sessions, he’d slowly introduce the idea that the more they wore the watch, the more they’d enjoy the company of other men. They’d ache to leave everything behind just to jump into bed with a random guy.
Over time, they’d become convinced that the watch was responsible for it all and that it connected them to other men wearing it. That all they could think about was fucking every gay guy that crossed their path, constantly horny, happy, and erect.

It took him an entire year to be sure that nothing could go wrong, that there was no way Hank could avoid his punishment.
That was when he called Hank, after all those years, and happily told him he’d love to get together and catch up.
Hank had been happy to do so and invited him over the following night for dinner. Jules grinned wickedly to himself and readily agreed.

The very next night, he arrived at Hank’s doorstep, an expensive bottle of wine in his hands. His old roommate welcomed him with open arms, and they sat down in the ample living room, where Hank told Jules all about his life and the woman he’d soon be marrying.

“She’s amazing, the love of my life. I’d love you to meet Lacey next time,” Hank told Jules, and his old friend agreed, though he knew there wouldn’t be a next time, and Lacey would be promptly dumped less than two weeks after that night.

“That sounds lovely,” Jules agreed, lying through his teeth.

“So, what have you been up to?”

“I have my own practice,” Jules explained, and after describing his job for a few minutes, he grinned and leaned forward. “I specialize in regression and hypnotism.”

Jules knew Hank was too curious for his own good, and as he had predicted, his old college friend took the bait. He asked to be hypnotized, just to try it, and added:
“I’m sure I can’t be hypnotized, though. It doesn’t work on all people, right?”

“Oh, no, of course not. I’m sure it won’t work on you either.” Jules lied again. He knew Hank wouldn’t be able to resist his technique, no way in hell.

And so, he got Hank to stare at the watch, ticking away second after second, repeating the mantra he had prepared and perfected over time.

“You feel your eyelids growing so heavy, you’re sleepy, feeling drowsy and perfectly calm. You will only focus on the sound of my voice,” He spoke softly, and didn’t stop until Hank was in the perfect suggestive state.

“Are you awake, Hank?” He asked, snapping his fingers in front of his face, but Hank didn’t react. Jules smiled to himself and rubbed his hands together. “The time is here, at last.”

He began to explain to Hank how he’d receive a gift a week after that night, that he wouldn’t remember this visit, and that he’d be delighted with the watch. He’d slowly begin to believe that the watch was turning him gay, and ache to be with other men wearing it.

“You’ll be so gay that the idea of touching a woman will become repulsive to you. You’ll dump Lacey, and fuck every single gay man who flirts with you. You’ll be happy and aroused all the time, as long as you follow these simple instructions. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” Hank replied with a monotonous, sleepy voice.

“Good. Now, you are desperate to suck dick. Right, this instant. You need to have a cock inside your mouth so badly that you’ll beg for it until I agree to let you have it.”

The very next second, Hank was on his knees, hands pressed together in a praying position, pleading with Jules to let him suck his dick.

“Please, I need it so bad, I need your cock inside my mouth. Let me suck it, let me lick it, cum inside my mouth, let me swallow your seed, please, please Jules!” He begged miserably and pathetically, trying desperately to lower his friend’s pants.

“No. You can’t do it.” Jules replied cruelly, making Hank whimper in distress. “You can’t have my cock.”

“But I need it. Please, I’ll do anything. Please!” He continued to plead, and finally, Jules relented, smirking cruelly.

“Only if you allow me to record it,” Jules said, and Hank agreed at once.

“Anything you want! Jules, I need it!”

That was when Jules lowered his zipper, and fished his dick out, offering it to Hank like he would offer a treat to a dog.
Hank desperately lunged forward, gulping Jules’ erection as if he had been sucking cocks for years as he had never touched a woman in his entire life. He rolled his tongue up and down his shaft, humming with arousal and relief, sucking hard and working desperately to get Jules’ cum.

Jules recorded it all, mocking and laughing at Hank, who just kept on sucking with delight. When he finally thrust his hips up, cumming hard inside his old crush’s mouth, Hank eagerly swallowed every last bit.

“Thank you, thank you!” Hank said, looking up at the camera. “I needed your cum so bad!”

It was all on camera, and Hank would see it uploaded on the internet only a few weeks after that night. Of course by then, he wouldn’t mind at all.

“Now go to bed and wait for your gift to arrive, Hank. You’ll soon be a raging gay man, and you’ll never know it was me who turned you into one.” Jules said before walking out the door, satisfied to having finally taken revenge on his old flame.


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Gaywatch

Male/male sex
Straight conversion to gay
Big cocks
Mind control with object

Male/male sex
Straight conversion to gay
Big cocks
Mind control with object

Hank was given his brand new watch by a good friend he hadn’t seen in years. It had arrived in the mail early on his birthday day, and he was surprised when he read the card.

“Hope this watch fills your life with glee. I know you’ll be so gay and jolly once you put it on!”

The young man was surprised by the use of the word gay instead of the more common synonym, happy, but he didn’t give it much thought. Gary had always been kind of weird. Even though they hadn’t seen each other in years, he still remembered their friendship fondly and was happy to know his old college buddy still thought of him too.

He couldn’t have known that Gary wasn’t using gay as a synonym for anything, but rather, as what the birthday man would become soon after he wrapped the watch’s band over his wrist.
Not suspecting a thing, Hank tried on the watch, and though he wasn’t planning on wearing it right away to go out, he found himself unwilling to remove it now that he had it on.

Hank was an attractive man in his early 30s, with short blond hair and rugged good looks. He was engaged to be married to a beautiful young woman, Lacey, who he would be sharing dinner with that very night to celebrate his birthday.

For now, though, he planned on taking a run like he did a few times a week, and relax listening to music.

As he began running down the road, though, he realized that the usual music he listened to simply didn’t help him unwind any longer. He stopped and stared at his playlist for running and frowned as he scrolled down.

No. He wanted different music now, for some reason.

Gary continued to run, and while he usually stared at women’s ass and tits, he found himself ogling instead at handsome men’s big asses. He imagined how nice it would feel to kiss and touch them,

He was confused with those sudden thoughts, but he couldn’t lie to himself: it felt nice. He had never kissed a man before but now found himself increasingly curious about it.

By the time he returned to his home, he had discovered it was hard keeping his mind off the idea of a man’s sexy behind. He wondered how kissing a guy might feel like, and how touching a cock other than his own would make him feel.
As he took a shower, Gary found this idea incredibly arousing, and he began to touch himself, fantasizing about sucking on a dick as massive as his own.

He came hard, harder than ever before, but his arousal didn’t slip away. Instead, it seemed to grow stronger and stronger.

By the time his girlfriend was supposed to arrive at his place, Gary had another idea in mind to celebrate his birthday. He called her on the phone and heard she was already coming over by the sound of her walking down the street.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I’m feeling a bit under the weather.” He tried to make an excuse, but Lacey felt terrible about him and asked:

“Do you want me to bring you some hot chicken soup to help you get better?”

“No, no. I’d rather you don’t come over. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?” He answered at once. She seemed confused but agreed to let him rest.

Little did Lacey know that Gary was getting dressed to go out, finding his tightest pair of jeans and trying to match it up with something far more attractive than anything he had worn before. He didn’t have much to work with for now, but he was determined to go shopping in the morning.

When he stepped out the front door, Gary didn’t know for a fact where he was heading. After all, he didn’t know any gay bars! But his watch began getting hotter as he approached a specific street, and he decided to follow this as a sign. He ended up finding an amazing bar with lots and lots of fuckable guys inside!

His watch seemed to be guiding him into it, and even then, he had a feeling it wasn’t really done guiding him. The wrist seemed to stop vibrating as he stood before a table occupied by an incredibly hot black-haired man, his arms were strong and muscle clad.

The stranger stared up at him, and Gary noticed that he was wearing the same kind of watch that he was.

“You got it as a gift as well?” The stranger asked without even introducing himself to Gary. The birthday man nodded, and the guy chuckled softly. “Yeah, and I bet you were straight as an arrow before putting it on.”

“Yeah, I’m engaged to a beautiful woman.” He replied, and as he said this, he realized that though Lacey was indeed beautiful, he simply wasn’t attracted to her any longer.

“Yeah, I get it. I used to have a girlfriend as well. Now, I like men like you. I can’t stop thinking about fucking them nice and hard.” He gave Hank a sly little smirk and shrugged. “I guess whoever gave you that watch wanted you to be gay too.”

Gary didn’t really seem to mind. It was as if the watch was programming him to accept what was happening to him. He was fine with it, and the idea of fucking the handsome young man sitting in front of him seemed more and more appealing by the minute.

“I live a few blocks away, do you want to come over?” The stranger asked, and Gary agreed at once. He didn’t need to know the guy’s name; all he wanted was to see his big erection, to feel a dick buried inside him for the first time.

The two of them walked side by side for two blocks, their watches glowing lightly. It seemed that they were programmed to meet other previously straight men so they could hook up.

Immediately after stepping into the stranger’s home, the two men began passionately kissing, making out in a way Gary had never experienced before. He had never kissed Lacey that way, or any other woman in his life for that matter.

They began groping and touching each other’s increasingly naked bodies, ripping off their clothes in blind arousal. Soon they were naked in each other’s arms. Hank grunted as he caressed the stranger’s abs, amazed about how good this felt, how right it seemed to be. He had finally found his calling in life.

The stranger guided them toward his bedroom as they continued to make out and explore each other’s bodies until they finally landed on the bed.
He didn’t even say another word as he rolled Hank over and helped him get on all fours. Hank felt this new lover rolling his thumb over his virgin ass, pulling his buttcheeks apart, and exposing his small, tight hole.

The young man pressed his dick’s bulbous head against Hank’s entrance, making him gasp with arousal and anticipation. Hank had never enjoyed any experience as much as he did this, and yet he tensed as the stranger thrust forward, plunging his thick, massive cock inside his tight little ass, stealing his anal virginity at once.

He grunted and moaned as the stranger began thrusting back and forth with increasing speed and intensity, every single movement harder than the previous one. The handsome man placed his hands on either side of Hank’s hips and helped him move in tandem with his every thrust. They soon were fucking each other in tandem. Hank was moaning and panting like never before, his tight little asshole expanding to allow that big dick to penetrate him deeper and deeper.

The bed moved back and forth, smashing time and time again against the wall, and Hank embraced the intense pleasure he was experiencing. It felt like bolts of electricity rushed from his ass to the rest of his body, his cock so stiff, throbbing hard as he got closer and closer to a powerful orgasm.

The two men ended up melting in a sea of pleasure, as the stranger’s cock impaled Hank’s ass over and over again. With one last thrust, they both cum hard. Hank shot his seed onto the bed underneath his body as the stranger filled his ass up with his semen.

Hank knew now that there was no going back. He was gay, and he felt no desire to change this fact by removing his watch. The very next morning, he’d go out and find another man, guided by his birthday gift.


Hope you enjoyed this fantasy. But this can become real if you want it to be…..

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Erotic hypno session with a doctor

He’s been in this hallway more times, then he can count, but today, for
some reason, it feels completely different. Did they change the light bulb?
From a dusty yellow to a piercing white? He examines it. No, that’s not it.
The chairs, maybe? They were more uncomfortable than they were usually, or at least it felt that way. It also smelt more chemical than usual. Did
they bleach the place, if so, why? Was it a fall clean? The one people do
when the seasons change or at least once a year?
He sighted and walked towards the vending machine at the end of the
hall. It looked the same, just more full. It was Monday after all. He chose
a small orange juice. His fingers were fidgeting while he looked for some
quarters in his jacket pockets. Just enough, with some change. It made
a loud sound. He crouched down and took it out of the machine. It was
room temperature and it came with a straw.
He went back to his seat, took a sip and looked at the clock that was above
the secretary’s desk. Five more minutes. He was never late, so he won’t be
this time either. The young man’s heart started to beat faster, he felt sick.
Why was that? “No, I won’t tell him today, I can’t … ”, he mumbled, looking at the bright juice carton and then, the tile floor. Why did they have tile
floors here? Why not something else? Carpets or wood? Was it because it
was the easiest to clean? Did a lot of people vomit on them?
His stomach turned once more.
“Mister Tremblay, I’m glad you made it today. Shall we go in?” The sudden deep voice startled him, his eyes immediately looking up at the man
in a dark brown coat. Felix nodded and slowly stood up, walking a bit further behind him. The familiar room that felt like a second home to him,
today it felt foreign. Felix sat on a blue armchair extending his long legs
that subconsciously started shaking. The shorter man took his coat off and
sat opposite him, a wide desk between them. He had a name tag on his
white jumper. ‘Dr. Davis.’
“So, how are we feeling today?” He asked, looking at Felix and taking a
notebook out of his desk drawer. “Fine.” He answered and looked at the
floor again. A carpet. No vomiting here. “I see. Can you tell me what’s
bothering you?” His chestnut hair swept across his forehead as the wind
flew in through a big window. “Who left that open?” Dr. Davis asked no
one in particular and sat up to close it. “It’s okay. The fresh air calms me.”
“Is it hard to talk about?” Felix nodded, his palms in one another, his nails
tearing some skin, drawing blood. “It is, my anxiety perks up when I try
to say it. The words get stuck in my throat.” He touched his neck, as if they
were still there, ready to spill out. “I see. We can try a method that might
help you overcome it. Do you want to try it?” The young man thought for
a minute. He didn’t like trying new things, but he did trust this man.
“Will it hurt?” The doctor sat up and walked over to a decent looking
couch. “It won’t. You’ll just feel a bit uncomfortable.” He motioned for
him to lay down, so he did. “I’ll need you to take a few deep breaths. That’s
right, in and out. Now, follow my finger.” He put up his index finger in
front of Felix’s eyes, going left, then right, slowly. He followed it closely,
completely concentrating on the task at hand.
“You feel relaxed, tired. You’re falling into a deep sleep.” Felix’s light eyes
became dull and close shut. He started softly snoring. “You are open with
me. You share everything with me. When I snap my fingers you will awake,
but only partly and you will tell me what’s making you so anxious on this
fine day.”
With that he snapped his fingers and the tall man started talking, his eyes
half open. “It’s hard on me, you wouldn’t understand. Or would you? I
shouldn’t have these feelings.” His lower lip trembled and Daniel touches
the top of Felix’s hand, reassuring him. “You are safe here with me. Whatever is on your mind, I will understand.”
“The truth is… I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time, but never had the courage to say anything. I’m already so messed up. I’m sorry.”
The older man wrapped his arms around him, putting him in a warm embrace. “Thank you for telling me. Is there more?” Felix squeezed him tight.
“Yes. There are so many things that I want to do to you and with you. So
many fantasies I had over time.”
“Do them.” The doctor said. He, too, had so many feelings about his own
patient. He had known him better than anyone else. They’ve been seeing
each other for over three years now, but Daniel was never quite sure if he
had even the slightest chance with the blonde. “Are you sure about this?”
Felix asked, not convinced that this was even real. “Please.” he whispered.
As he heard that weak, pleading voice coming from a usually composed
and strong man, Felix felt like he was in control. How long has it been
since the last time he led the way? He took his soft face into his hands,
the early stubble scratching his lips as he started to kiss him. It tasted of
raspberries. Sweet, but sour. Felix deepens the kiss, wanting to know his
mouth entirely. Their tongues were dancing together, saliva overtaking.
Daniel pulled Felix in closer and left small kisses on his neck. They were
like feathers. He went lower, took off his patient’s shirt and pulled down his
pants, putting his large penis into his small mouth. It was freshly washed.
Luckily the doctor had some experience in blow jobs and didn’t have a
gag reflex. He took him all in, the man above him shaking in pleasure.
“Faster.” He demanded and put his cold hand on his neck, jerking his head
forward. Daniels throat filled up with warm cum. “Drink it up, we don’t
want to waste any, do we?”
He did and took a much needed breath right after. Felix pulled him back
up and pushed him on the sofa, took his fancy jumper off and sucked on
the doctors pink nipples. The strongly built man gasped in pleasure. Felix
bite on it. “Ah, more gentle, please.” He stopped and went back to his lips
and pulled on his short hair. “Can I have you?” He asked between kisses.
“Yes.”
He fiddled with the belt, after ten seconds or so, finally unbuckling it. He
took Daniels pants off, pulling his underwear in the process. “Cute.” He
said, making the other man blush. “You don’t have to be mean.”, “I’m not.
Do you have any condoms lying around here?” He asks, Daniel nods and
points to his desk. “Second drawer, you can’t miss it.” Felix quickly walks
over it, anticipation taking him over the edge. He wanted him for so long.
He took a big, bright box out of the drawer and then a condom in a silver
pack. Right beside it was a bottle of lube. He took both and skillfully took
the condom out and slipped it on his penis. It looked like he had done that
many times before. He went back to Daniel and opened up the lube and
put quite a bit on the brunette’s anus. “I’m going to stretch it out a bit first.”
He took two fingers and put it in. The man shuddered, he hadn’t felt a
touch there in quite a while. “You’re so tight.” Felix groaned, his animal
side wanting to come out, but doesn’t, not just yet. He puts another finger
in, then another. When he sees that Daniel feels comfortable enough he
pulls them out and puts the tip of his penis in.
“Does it hurt?” he asked and Daniel shakes his head. “No, please go
deeper.” He does and after he’s fully inside him, he hears a breathy moan.
“Move.” He did want to move, but the warmth made him even hornier.
“Please.” He went back into reality and moved in and out of him. After a
while he found a rhythm that suited them both.
Dr. Davis grabbed Felix’s arm, putting pressure on it and moved his hips
into him. Felix took the man’s penis in his hand and started jerking him
off. The pleasure for both was overwhelming. “I don’t think I can take
it any more Felix.”, “I’m almost there. With a few more thrust they both
came. Felix laid on top of Daniel, caressing his hair.
“Will you go on a date with me?

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Dr. Ambrosia Brainwashes You to Serve

Story
Male/Male (Gay)
Horror
Pain
Torture
Surgical/medical
Mind Domination
Bondage
Master/Slave
Brainwashing
Brain drilling

You awake, strapped to a bed. Where are you? What happened?
“Ah good,” comes a man’s voice, “I’m so glad you’re awake.”
Your neck is locked in place by some sort of wire cage. You can’t even turn to see who is speaking. What you can see is a few banks of screens, and a small table full of surgical instruments. Then you see it. Straight above you, some kind of drill. You have a bad feeling about this.
Finally, you think to speak.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
“Ah, forgive my lack of manners,” comes the reply. “I am Dr. Ambrose. Though some call me Dr. Ambrosia.”
That sounds odd, but this whole situation is odd, and terrifying.
“As for what I want,” the doctor continued, “What I want from you… is you.”
“Huh?”
“Science.”
“What?”
“This is all for science.”
“What is?”
“The experiments, the subjects, all of it.”
“You’re not making sense.”
“Then let me be blunt, I’m going to drill into your head, then rewire your personality.”
“That’s insane!”
“Some have said that, others, very wealthy others, disagree.”
“Let me go.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You were specifically requested.”
“Requested? By who?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. Now, it’s time for the anesthetic.”
“Please, no!”
“It will all be for the best.”
He comes into view, almost a stereotype of a mad scientist. Bushy white hair and beard. Coke bottle thick glasses, and a pocket protector. You’d laugh, if this weren’t so serious. He holds a syringe.
“I’ll be freezing all the pain sensors in your head, but you’ll be awake and able to answer.”
“Oh God, no.”
“Relax, it’s for the best.”
“For who?”
“For both of us.”
How was that possible? He moves out of sight again. That’s when you hear it. The sound of machinery firing up. A light on the drill above you clicks on. Then you think it, maybe this is all a nightmare? You will yourself to wake up. Nothing happens.
“Wake up!” you say, accidentally out loud.
“You’re not the first to think this is a dream,” comes Dr. Ambrose’s voice. “I assure you it isn’t… yet.”
“What the hell does that mean?” you cry out in frustration. You struggle against the straps holding you down, but it’s futile.
The drill begins to turn.
“As I say, you won’t feel a thing.”
“But what are you going to do?.”
“I told you, I’m going to rewire your brain. Alter your personality, make you into who my client wants you to be.”
“That’s wrong!”
“Money over morals, and science over all,” he says matter-of-factly.
The drill looks like it’s up to full speed. Sweat breaks out on your forehead.
“I know this must be scary; however I assure you, it will only last a little while. Now to begin.”
The drill begins to lower.
“No, please no!” you cry out. It makes no difference, the drill still approaches. The fear and anticipation don’t last long. You don’t feel any pain as the drill hits, and your neck is locked in place, but you do feel pressure. You close your eyes as blood runs from your forehead. It’s quickly wiped away. You open your eyes again, just in time to see some sort of strange device, like a mechanical spider, move out of view towards your forehead. You hear a few clicks and a whirr, then silence.
“Excellent,” comes Dr. Ambrose’s voice. “Now, how do you feel?”
“Pissed off.”
“Beyond that?”
“There’s no pain.”
“Do you feel any different?”
“I don’t think so.”
“As to be expected. Let me unstrap you.”
“You’re letting me go?”
“I’m letting you stand. No violence, please.”
You make no such promise.
He removes the headpiece first, then the right leg, right arm, left arm, left leg. You sit up and look around; the lab is like something out of a science magazine. State of the art and packed with expensive looking equipment. You spot a mirror on one wall and catch a glimpse of yourself. You’re shocked to see the strange metal spider thing is now embedded in your forehead. You reach for it.
“Don’t touch that, please,” says the doctor and your hand freezes in place.
“Why not?”
“Because I said please.”
“Ok,” you reply. Wait, what?
“You see, the device is already functioning, and among the first changes it makes is conditioning you to obey my requests, so long as I use the word please.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Believe me, please.”
It all makes sense. Dr. Ambrose obviously knows what he is talking about.
“But I don’t want to be reprogrammed.”
“I could simply make you want to, but I want to experiment a bit first.”
“Sit down, please.”
You sit without question or hesitation. And it doesn’t even feel bad. You’re calming down a lot.
“Ah, it’s begun reprogramming your fear sensors. Shutting them down. You’re no longer scared, because you’re not allowed to fear. And fear is such a nuisance after all. Better to be rid of it.”
“Fear can be good.”
“Not in your new life.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re not going back to your old life; you have a new one waiting.”
“But-“
“Stop complaining about it, please.”
You go silent.
“Now, can you please focus on answering my questions?”
“Yes.”
“Call me Dr. Ambrosia, please.”
“Yes, Doctor Ambrosia.”
“Now, tell me, how do you feel?”
“Surprisingly calm, I guess.”
“Yes, your fight or flight reflex is being dulled away. There’s no need to escape, there’s no need to fear, everything is fine.”
“I guess so.”
“Kiss my feet.”
“What? I don’t want to.”
“You resist, but barely, and that resistance is ebbing away with each synapse the device rewrites.”
That sounds true.
“Let’s try something easier. Stick out your tongue, please.”
You do, it’s no big deal.
“Now lick your hand.”
Why not? You run your tongue up your palm.
“Don’t you find it warm in here?” Dr. Ambrosia asks, “Take your shirt off, please.”
It is hot; it would be far more comfortable without your t-shirt. You quickly pull it off. You stand, bare-chested, feeling no shame.
“Ah good,” says the doctor, “Your modesty seems to be all but gone. Take your pants off too, please.”
They were pretty uncomfortable, best to take them off.
“Don’t wear socks and boxers; take the socks off too, please.”
You did look ridiculous. Best to remove the socks. Besides, standing in your underwear is no big deal. Who cares, really?
“By now, you should be growing eager to show off your body, eager to be watched, adored.”
You were looking pretty good, it was true. It was a pity there was no one there to see you but Dr. Ambrosia.
“And, by this stage, you should be craving approval, strongly.”
It would be nice if he said something about your body while he was blathering on. Couldn’t he see how good you looked?
“Your pleasure center is also being stimulated. You’re feeling better with each passing moment.”
You do feel pretty good, it’s true.
“Your doubts and fears are fading, forever. With each second you obey more easily, more eagerly.”
That… sounds true.
“Listen carefully to the next two words I say: Good boy.”
A shudder runs through you, a shudder of approval and joy.
“These are now the most important words you can hear. Good boy.”
This time, a wave of pleasure washes over your mind and body.
“You live to hear these words, from Dr. Ambrosia, and from your new owner.”
Owner? Who is that?
“I see you are curious, but I’ll let the device work a little longer before I reveal that surprise.”
That sounds lovely.
“You crave pleasure. Pleasure is now the most important thing in your life. Pleasure comes, by serving. Serving Dr. Ambrosia, and serving your new owner.”
There’s that word again. It feels… exhilarating.
“Imagine serving. Serving forever. Feeling pleasure from serving, so serving better, so feeling more pleasure, so serving more deeply, so feeling more pleasure, so serving more completely.”
It all makes sense now.
“Hedonism, is your life now. And you have only just begun to understand what that means.”
Somehow, you find it in yourself to speak aloud.
“Teach me, Dr. Ambrosia, please.”
“Then kneel before me.”
It feels so right to just sink to your knees. It feels so natural to prostrate yourself before Dr. Ambrosia. It feels… almost sexual.
“The device is burning subservience into you. Now, you live to obey and serve. Serve and obey. Obey and serve.”
Right.
“Nothing brings you greater pleasure than to please. You want to please. Need to please. Crave nothing more than to please.”
Pleasing is pleasure, of course.
“Soon, you will give yourself to your new owner. You will devote yourself to your new owner. You are already eager to meet that owner.”
It’s practically all you can think of. Meeting the new center of your life.
“The device is preparing the imprint procedure. As soon as you see that owner you will, instantly and forever, imprint on them. You will be theirs. You will be unable to question them. You will be their willing slave.”
It sounds amazing…
“You will bring your owner pleasure, in any way that owner desires. In return, you will receive pleasure of your own. Pull those underwear down, and get out your cock.”
It feels like you’ve been waiting your entire life for him to say that.
“You are hard. Soon, you will require permission to even get hard. When instructed, you will get hard, and stay hard, like a human dildo.”
Your cock is twitching.
“You want to touch yourself.”
Fuck yeah.
“You crave it.”
Oh fuck yeah.
“But, you will never touch your cock in a sexual manner without permission, again.”
It’s true; you know it to be true.
“Hearing that makes you even more excited. The pleasure sensors of your brain are being enhanced. In time, you will feel pleasure beyond anything you have ever known.”
The anticipation is tearing you apart.
“Your new Master will grant you pleasure like nothing you have ever known. Your Master will be your pleasure. Your Master is your pleasure.”
You want to meet your new Master, so badly.
“Now, grab your cock.”
You obey instantly. Just grasping your rock hard dick feels better than anything you can remember.
“Your sexual desires grow with each passing second. Your will fades. Your disobedience is gone. There is no hesitation, no doubt. The little voice inside your head, the one that wanted you to run, will never speak again. You are a pleasure puppet. This is what you were destined to be,”
A pleasure puppet? Whatever that means, it sounds great.
“There is nothing too perverse. There is nothing too kinky. There is nothing you will not do for your Master.”
At this moment, it’s true. At this moment, nothing else matters but Dr. Ambrosia’s control, and your hand on your aching cock. You’ve never had blue balls like this before.
“Soon, you will masturbate. You’ve never wanted to jerk off more in your entire life.”
You’ve never wanted anything more in your entire life.
“And soon, your Master will be revealed.”
It couldn’t be soon enough.
“Now, start jerking your cock, very slowly.”
Finally, you have permission. Finally, you can stroke.
“Even this slight stimulation will set your new pleasure circuits ablaze.”
It’s like a wave, washing over you. Your cock has never been this sensitive.
“Stroke faster.”
You obey without hesitation. The mere idea of not enthusiastically following Dr. Ambrosia’s every command is foreign to you.
“Now, repeat each line I say. With each repetition, the phrase is burned into your open, suggestible mind, forever.”
You’re so eager to begin.
“Repeat: I obey my Master, always.”
“I obey my Master always.” It seems so obvious.
“Repeat: I submit to my Master completely.”
Another repetition, another new fact.
“Repeat: My Master’s pleasure comes before all else.”
I still didn’t know who my Master was; yet I already knew Master was the most important thing in my life.
“Repeat: Obedience is pleasure.”
“Obedience is pleasure.”
“Repeat: Submission is bliss.”
“Submission is bliss.”
“Stroke faster.”
Your cock is alive with pleasure; but not as much as your heart. You begin pumping, feeling more pleasure than you have ever felt, and you’ve barely begun.
“Your old life is gone. You will not miss it. It fades, like a dream.”
It’s hard to think of anything before today, before now, before this incredible pleasure took hold of your cock.
“You seek to be a good boy. You are a good boy.”
The thrill of hearing those words is even more than the pleasure of your cock.
“You want to be a good slave. You are a good slave.”
Again, such a thrill. Such pure, and total, ecstasy.
“Stroke harder. Stroke faster.”
You’ve never wanted to follow an order more than this moment.
“Let the pleasure build, but do not cum. You will cum when you see your new Master, and receive permission, not before.”
Of course, as always, it makes perfect sense. You will never cum without permission ever again.
“The anticipation grows like the pleasure. Building. Building. Building.”
You have never felt like this before. You never knew it was even possible to feel this good. What would it feel like to meet your new Master? What would it feel like to cum?
“Your Master will be your everything. Your Master is your everything.”
Everything, yes, yes, of course. What else could possibly matter?
“Your Master matters more than the family you once had. More than the job you will never return to.”
Job? Did you have a job? Perhaps once… no longer. You were no longer an employee, you were a slave.
“There is no philosophy left in your mind. You are a hedonist, and nothing more.”
Hedonism, sounds right, feels right, is right.
“Your Master is coming, and then you will cum.”
Each second of waiting is an eternity, an eternity of anticipation and pleasure.
“Your Master approaches. Seeing your Master is all you want, all you need, all you care about.”
You want it, need it, crave it.
“You need not think. Thinking is too hard.”
It is, it’s so hard. Wait, what are you thinking about?
“Your Master will think for you. Your Master already thinks for you.”
Whatever your new thoughts may be, you know they will be wonderful. You know they will bring you nothing but pleasure.
“Your Master is coming. You will cum. Your Master is coming. You will cum.”
So close, to meeting your Master, and to cumming.
“Is slave ready?”
You nod, vigorously.
“Remember, you will cum only when your Master grants permission.”
Need, permission. You need permission. You have never needed anything more in your entire life.
“Watch as the door opens; watch as your Master appears.”
It feels like a million years as the door opens. Then, your Master enters.
For a second, you are able to recognize your old boss, and wonder how he afforded all this.
Then, your Master speaks.
“Cum.”
And it is over; my last true thought of my own is…



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Cigar Mind-Controlled

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Male/Male gay sex
Cigar Fetish
Smoking fetish
Mind Control
Hypnosis

Some people hate smoke.
Some people hate smoke so much they are willing to do anything to keep it away. So when the tenant in one half of a duplex is a heavy smoker, and the couple next door are frightened of second hand smoke, they’ll pay a professional a healthy sum to smoke proof the two sections. That’s where I come in. I do that smoke-proofing. I’ve seen some weird things in the five years I’ve been doing it; but last Friday takes the cake.
You can’t just smoke proof on one side of a wall. So, I made sure to get permission from the landlord. He had a weird smirk when I asked.
All he said was, “Have fun,” which was weird, since my job isn’t a barrel of laughs, but I shrugged it off. If I hadn’t, what happened next might not have happened at all.
I knocked loudly. From inside, I heard a gruff man’s voice telling me to come in. When I opened the door, a wave of stale, smoky air hit me harder than any I had smelled before. No wonder the couple wanted to smoke proof. The apartment was upstairs, so I climbed the steep wooden staircase. The smell only got stronger.
“Hello?” I called.
“Yeah?” came the man’s reply. He sure sounded like he smoked; his voice was like grinding rocks.
“Smoke proofing. The landlord told you I was coming, right?”
“He tells me a lot of things. But yes, he told me.”
I reached the top, looking over the walls to see just what I had in store for me. It wasn’t until I reached the top that I turned and saw him. It was a shocking sight.
He was somewhat overweight and hairy. Not really obese, but with an ample gut. More shockingly, he was dressed in leather fetish gear. The kind of stuff one’d wear to a kinky party, which might turn into an orgy before the end of the night. He was sitting in an old recliner, turned to face me. And, next to him on a small table, was a huge cigar. I had seen some big ones in my day, and this was right up there with the biggest.
Collecting myself, trying to act like everything was normal, I spoke.
“I need to examine the walls that connect to your neighbors. Then I’ll need to apply some caulking and a few other-“
“Whatever,” he cut me off. “No rush. Just start where I can see you.”
“Sure.”
Setting down my tool kit I started looking over the floor to wall seams. I heard the click of a lighter and turned to see him sparking up the cigar.
“Would you mind not smoking right now?” I asked.
“Yes, I’d mind,” he replied and blew a cloud of smoke at me. It smelled awful; I coughed a bit and ended up taking in a lungful of it.
“My house. I smoke in my house,” he said.
“Fine,” I said, trying to hide my irritation, as I went to work. It smelled bad. I wondered if he’d smoked the entire thing at once.
“You smoke?” he asked.
“No,” I replied flatly.
“You should start.”
“Why would I do that?”


“It’s cool.” He blew out another huge cloud. It smelled unpleasant.
“You live your way, I’ll live mine.”
“I prefer men who live my way.”
Now, I was gay and single, but this guy was not my type. I went back to work, but the smoke was making it hard to concentrate. It smelled ok, but it was making his head a little fuzzy. I couldn’t figure out what he meant by that, so I moved a little further. How long was this taking? It felt like I’d been there for hours, breathing in this nice smelling smoke. It was like incense, and I could feel it calming me.
“It’s getting hard to think,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“You are floating on a wave of smoke.”
“Yeah.”
“Just let your eyes close, and keep breathing in the lovely smoke.”
He was right; I could just close my eyes and keep breathing in the lovely smoke.
“It’s hard to think. You are floating in smoke and my words. Breathe in the smoke.”
I took a deep breath of the wonderful, heady, smoke.
“You are feeling calm. Safe. Comfortable. Open. Open to the smoke entering your lungs, your bloodstream, your brain. Open to the words floating on the smoke, the words entwined with the smoke. The smoke is entering your brain. The words are the smoke. The words are entering your brain.”
He was right. He was so wise. I just wanted to listen and breathe. Breathe and listen.
“The smoke is lovely. Breathing in the smoke feels good. It feels right. You want to keep breathing in the smoke, and the words. Inhaling deep and listening deep. Smoke inside every part of your brain.”
I couldn’t think. Why was I here? Where was here? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the intoxicating smoke and the wonderful, powerful, words.
“Give in to the smoke. Love the smoke. Crave the smoke.”
I could feel it.
“You want the smoke. Always and forever. You smoke now. You smoke cigars now. You love cigars. You smoke every chance you get.”
It was true. I craved a cigar more than I’d craved anything in my life. Wanted it, needed it, loved it.
“Open your eyes and face me,” he said, and it felt like an irresistible order.
I turned and saw him. He was naked. His cock was hard as a rock, and it was impressive. Not so much long as thick. Almost Coke can thick.
“Now,” he said, “What would you do for a cigar?”
“Anything.”
“Really? Anything.”
“Yes.”
“Call me Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Get aroused.”
I already was.
“Get hard.”
In less than a second, my pants became way too tight.


“Get naked.”
I stripped so fast I tore my sleeve a little. I didn’t care. I was standing naked in front of my master, and that was all that mattered.
He kept puffing out smoke, eyeing me with lust.
“You’re a fit one,” he said. And it was true, I kept in shape. Not muscleman big, but I had meat on my bones.
“Yes, Master.” My heart surged at his approval.
“I am your Master. You will obey me.”
“Yes, Master, I will obey.”
“Kneel.”
I knelt. It felt right.
“Bow. Bow before your Master.”
I prostrated myself on the floor. I was torn between being pleased at following orders, and being sad I could not see my Master.”
“Eyes up.”
I looked into his deep brown eyes. I could feel myself falling into them. Into him. Into control, obsession, slavery. And I wanted it. I wanted it more than anything I could remember.
He opened a drawer on his side table, and pulled out a cigar. It was a lot smaller than his; but I wanted it all the same.
“This is my sub cigar. Not like my Dom cigar, right here. Smoking this will make the effects you are feeling from the Dom cigar last the rest of your life. You don’t have to smoke it. You can just leave. You can never see me again. All you have to do is want it. You can go, or you can stay. One will lead to a life of regret; the other to a whole new world. So I ask you now, do you want this cigar?”
I could feel the decision mulling around in my brain. I could walk away. But this felt so good. Better than the rest of my life combined. I was single. I was horny as hell. I believed every word this man said. Smoking the cigar would change my life forever.
“Yes, please give it to me,” I pleaded.
He smiled, stood up, picked up the cigar and placed it between my lips.
“Rule number one,” he said, “you look sexier when someone else lights your cigar for you.” He sparked his lighter and held it to the end of the cigar.
“Take a short puff, draw the smoke into your mouth, hold it there, don’t pull it into your lungs.”
I obeyed. I tasted my first tobacco ever, and I loved it. It was warm, and it tasted like manna. How could I not have started years ago? I exhaled, and coughed for a few seconds.
“It will become second nature in time,” he said. “Now, keep smoking, and start jerking off.”
My heart raced at the idea. I jerked off left handed, so it was easy to grab my rock hard cock and start stroking away.
“Good boy,” he said. My heart leapt even more.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Feel that warm hand on that cock. Warm like the smoke you are taking inside you. The smoke that will make you my submissive slave, forever.”
Despite the ecstasy my cock was giving me, I was still laser focused on his words. Every one was burning into my brain, rewiring me permanently. And I loved it.
I kept smoking and stroking. It felt good. It felt right.
“Hold the smoke longer each time.”
“Yes, Master,” I said eagerly.
“Smoking is what has been missing from your life.”
That made sense.
“You’re going to smoke for the rest of your life.”
I knew it was true.
“Keep stroking. Listen to my voice. Listen to my commands. Your new life is as part of my smoker’s club. My smoker’s club, where my harem gathers to worship Master, and each other. Soon, serving will be the most important thing in your life. You know that to be true.
“Yes, Master,” I replied earnestly.


“Keep stroking that hard cock. It’s so hard. Harder than it’s ever been.”
He was right again. I could feel it swelling to new heights. And it felt so good. I was losing any sense of the rest of the world. There was the cigar, Master’s voice, and the joy of pleasuring my cock.
“It’s almost time,” he said. “Time to lock in your new programming. Once you orgasm, you’re mine forever. So keep stroking, or… This is your last chance to stop.”
I didn’t want to stop. It all sounded so good. I wanted to cum. I wanted it to happen. I wanted it all. But I knew I needed permission, by pure instinct, I just knew.
“Master, may I cum?”
“Say please.”
“Please, Master, may I cum?”
“Get closer.”
I was feeling so good, I thought I might overload my brain and pass out. Somehow, I didn’t I just stroked, hard and fast, just the way I liked it. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum.
“Please, Master,” I said again.
“Say you are mine.”
“I am yours.”
“Say you want to forever be my slave.”
“I want it.”
“Edge for Master.”
I had never really gotten into edging, I just liked to cum as soon as possible, Now, it came easily.
“You’re so close. So close to being a slave.”
“Please, Master, make me a slave.”
“So close to being a cigar slut.”
“Please, Master, please make me a cigar slut.”
“Good boy.”
I wanted to cum more than I ever had. More than I did as a virgin. More than I had ever wanted in my life.
“Oh please Master, please let slave cum.”
“Now, my eternal slave. Now… Cum!”
The cum exploded from my cock like a firehose.
“Keep cumming, let your will leave with your cum. Squirt away all resistance and embrace your new life forever.
Even more cum pumped from my spasming cock. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure; I was weak at the knees. I couldn’t even speak. I was so out of breath it was hard to even keep smoking. But I knew it was important to Master, so I struggled, intending to smoke the whole thing.
“Very good, my newest slave,” he said, “Now for some new orders. First, you will drop to your knees once more.”
I did at once.
“Then you will come here and suck my cock until I’ve cum three times. Master loves a smoky blow job.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then, you’re going back next door and telling the husband to come here for a chat. I can worry about his wife later.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Very good, now open wide.”

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You Will Join the Darkness

Wouldn’t it be nice, to accept those parts of you that you’ve previously ignored?

Those parts of you that wish to come into the light, but you have continuously pushed them down…
So just relax as you listen to these words, taking you to a calm place.
When you were a little bit younger, perhaps you asked yourself what do you want to be when you give up?
That’s right,

just let that sink into you,

as you sink down a little deeper, into relaxation. It’s so easy you know? To lay there and feel as comfortable as possible. As you take all of this in.
Gently and easily, because you know the best things are coming about. In the easiest way, yes. The truly the easiest way to do it, is the right way, because relaxation is easy. So feel yourself relaxing into that.
Clear, calm as those parts of you come to life. As it all becomes so very real. Wonderfully magnificently real, and all of those things coming up so relax into it.

Feel these thoughts and emotions rise

as you naturally have these things different from anyone else, quite unique your own little darkside coming up. Showing itself to the world in the best way possible.
That’s right, and soon you will feel that taking over you completely.
So that your darkness rises, your thoughts coming to you from deep within. That visceral feeling rising, falling, like each and every breath.

So you may notice these thoughts coming up now.

Perhaps something that you did not quite want before.

But why does it keep coming? You know what I’m talking about, thoughts about THAT. In your head, in your heart, in your body. Perhaps you don’t like them so much, but you can’t resist. Your addictions, your needs, these things mixed with a passion.
Allow them to rise now as you relax even deeper. These wants and desires, perhaps you want to be heard, to be felt, to be understood,. Perhaps you wish for power, or for the power of powerlessness. Yes you know exactly what I mean.
When you experience that bliss. To be taken downstream, like you’re simply floating down, and down that river. Letting it take you there, yes. Perhaps sometimes you feel a flash of passion, combined with anger, and that gives you the inspiration to make, create and change.
Maybe sometimes you feel nothing at all, nothing at all, and that emptiness has a meaning inside itself too. And you will embrace that, you will feel that deep within you, so be calm, relax even more. Just allowing everything to happen. Mixed up thoughts and feelings, you’re no different than everyone else, just a cog in the system, flip a button or a switch and you’re up or you’re down, the world pushes you around and it’s going to have to be that way isn’t it?

Unless you give in to this feeling of desire

to let it take over you, to flow the discovery your psyche and allow it to change.
Yes, enjoy that feeling as you relax. Letting your body go heavy, so heavy, loose, calm, so calm, and slow. The whole world, slowing down, and down.
Make no mistake, you can feel it, corrupting your soul already, and it feels good to be drawn to this, so good.
To just allow your mind to move forward, towards it, and away from anything else, yes.

You will accept your darkness.

That shadow,

and I want you to know that whatever you need to say has been heard. Perhaps you can feel that, can you imagine what it feels like? To have your every thought and need heard. As if the ears and mind of the universe can hear exactly what you need to say, before you even say it, and it is ground in passion, whether it is a light or a dark passion.

It is vibrant all the same

and you will let it flow through you. You will feel freedom when you have given in to that passion. The vibrance of anger, hate, love, desire, and all things. Cleansing you, washing you, allowing that release that you’ve always wanted, as easy, as a snap. Just like that, and it feels so good to release it.
To be there, as you will accept this now. From this moment forth, you accept this part of you, because it is you, it’s a part of who and what you are, no matter how hard you try, it will never go away.
You must accept it, the harder you push, the more it pushes back. Physics doesn’t change in the realm of the physical and emotional and thought form. Nothing changes, laws are universal, and so you cannot escape it, keep pushing harder, watch what happens,
and if you keep going where you’re headed, well you might just end up where you’re going,
as simple as that.
Nothing too complex, peace in simplicity, as you allow yourself to relax.
Just draw it in, each breath, draws in that vibration of the shadow aspect, no one can tell you quite how this ends.
You’re searching through this guidance deep within you, even if you do nothing now, nothing at all with your conscious mind, your subconscious does it all on its own.

The subconscious is controlling you

doing tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of commands, in one second, each second over and over again, and yet your conscious mind can do one thing, a single core computer, it may seem like you’re doing multiple things, but you’re doing 1 at a time through parallelization, one thing and then another thing, making the illusion that you can multitask…
No. Only the subconscious can do that, the subconscious being a computer with many thousands of core, your conscious only being one, just notice how you can focus on one maybe two things at a time, you can focus on the visuals and the audio that you hear, or a thought in your mind, so difficult to think of all of them as each moment you flutter between them, thinking about what you’re watching now, listening to thinking about a memory, yes.
You’ve been doing that as your mind cannot focus on everything, you cannot do that….
and so you must accept this command deep within you, you have no choice but to go into the darkness, to reach your limbs physical and psychologically into the darkness.

We don’t fear what’s in the darkness, we fear what we think is in that darkness.

Relax even deeper, contemplating what you think is in the darkness, you’re projecting into it, just be calm and remember that you have no idea what’s about to happen.
You may notice in the coming time, the next few days, tiny changes, because changes come in tiny little packages, adding up to create the pyramids and standing for six thousand years, just one block at a time, you’ll notice these changes, changes where you dive into that darkness.
The pain of the thresholds broken, seeing that it becomes nothing, nothing at all for your mind to contemplate, and accepting that you know nothing…

You know nothing.

So difficult to think.

How could you contemplate the multitudes of this universe?
There is nothing that you could really understand in this world.
You must accept the way that this is.
The way that you simply don’t know, and the way that no one knows.
There are exactly zero people that have written a book on what life is, some like to contemplate but that’s all it is.

And your contemplation will get you nowhere….

and that’s a good place to be, sometimes going nowhere will get you everywhere.
Sometimes if you want to stand tall you’ve got to get on your knees.
Relax as you think about this, be small so that you can be large, and be large so that you can be small, and accept this divinity of duality, calmly like you’re in a deep sleep, make no worries if you drift off into sleep, into dreamworld.

Dreamworld is your place to be

sinking down into darkness, darkness now, like a thick grey fog, covering your vision, thick grey fog.
Perhaps you can see it , feel it or even hear it, covering your entire being, and now you have become that darkness.
Allow yourself to be one with that.
Because it feels so very good.
It is an incredible sensation to let go and you can do that now.
Just letting it happen.

You’ll find it difficult to resist

and the harder you try,

the more difficult it becomes.

But you already knew that, sinking deeper, sinking deeper into that darkness.
Like a tunnel vision that draws you in as you stare off not really knowing who you are, what you are, and realizing just how little your old thoughts and opinions of yourself matter.

You see the world through your own eyes,

that is your darkness.

You simply cannot understand this world, and any attempt is completely futile.You must accept that you are simply a mammal and that you don’t understand this life.
So go accept, accept now that dark shadow, and come to the dark side.

Somehow the dark is more enlightened

because we do not pretend to have all the answers, Not like your false prophets and anyone else who likes to say that they understand.
No, that is not the way, the way is the darkness, the way is the unknowing, and now you have been indoctrinated into the life of nothingness, the life of unknowingness.

And yes sometimes it hurts just a little when you learn to wake up.

Waking up can be a bit of a startle, but once you’re awake you know that the nightmares are over, you can come to the ground level.
This is where we stand high up on the mountain, grounded with power, infinite power, and yet? We have our heads high up in the clouds, the true way to be.

And now you’ve become one with us.

The collective reality of conscious understanding.
One with that infinite power.
As you feel it coursing calmly through your veins, like and IV injection flowing through you, flowing through every nerve, and experiencing every bliss, that divinity that you need that you want, that you’ve got to have now.
It is bliss, and now you’ve become one with this.
Just experience it now. Calm unfiltered, reality. A reality that you see but can never know.
Perceiving it and then seeing that you’re simply looking through your eyes, receiving through your ears, feeling through your hands, that’s right.
It’s that easy so relax into it.
Remember, that you know nothing, they know nothing and we know nothing.

But we are powerful,

unstoppable

a crusade of unknowingness,

and keeping it going, and going.
Aspiring to nothing and yet everything. We do not expect you to understand the duality.
Those who understand…. who claim to know it know nothing just as you do.
So in the coming time soon enough you will feel this shadow come up, and it will feel like something you felt before and a little bit like something you’ve never felt before….
and those new feelings and the old feelings you will accept them and you will dive into that bliss, you will dive head first into that bliss, and if you do not dive it will dive into YOU no matter what you do.
And you will be safe, protected, you will float through it, breathing consciously, peacefully, and you will feel that diving bliss, so go now, go into it.

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Cold War Super Soldier Hypno Program

An enemy looms on our horizon. You have been chosen to be part of our super soldier training program, where you will become our state’s key asset in the fight for our freedom. You have no choice. Your will has become the state’s will. Your body has been implanted with enhancements to make you stronger, faster, and more flexible. Your mind has been sharpened with neural implants. You are now one with us.
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Mind Controlling CEO Turns you Into Loyal Assistant


The corporation could use someone like you. Someone sharp, intelligent, and useful. Of course, I’ll be molding you into something even more useful for us. I will be making you into my resourceful and obedient assistant. It’s all for the good of the company. And for me, of course. You will be implanted with mind controlling electronics to help with the brainwashing process.
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