It’s a Very Special Hypnotic Cock 

After four lectures in one day, I just wanted to get back to my dorm room. My roommate usually went out by this time on a Thursday. The lucky bastard had no Friday morning classes. Hopefully, I could be alone.

I was wrong; just after I closed the door I heard a slurp, coming from my roommate’s bed. I turned to see him, sucking a guy’s cock. Greg was really going to town, bobbing up and down furiously, taking the cock deep into his throat. He didn’t even notice me; his look was of pure ecstasy.

“Greg !” I exclaimed in shock, and confusion, “You said you were straight.”

Between licks and gulps, Greg answered.

“I am… I… just… like sucking…this… guy’s… cock.”

The other guy spoke for the first time.

“Of course he does. Greg, can you back away for a moment?”

Looking like a sad puppy, Greg let his mouth leave the guy’s meat.

“Look at it.” the guy said. His voice was soothing, but strong. I really didn’t want to look at another guy’s dick, but it’s like asking someone not to think of a purple elephant. I took a glance. It wasn’t that big, or that thick. It had a nice mushroom head, but it wasn’t porn star impressive.

The guy continued,  “There’s something captivating about it, fascinating. Somehow, you can’t seem to look away.”

I could look away if I wanted to. Or at least I thought so. Then, for no reason I could think of, I couldn’t turn away.

“No need to be alarmed, it’s just a fascinating cock. A special cock. Looking at it helps you relax, helps you focus, focus on the cock. The cock that is helping you relax and focus on the cock. The cock is helping you focus on the cock. Focus on the cock. Focus on the cock. Nothing but the cock. There is nothing but the cock.”

There was nothing but the cock.

“It’s a very special cock and you want to focus on it. It’s a very special cock and you want to make it happy. It’s a very special cock and you want to please it. It’s a very special cock and you want to fall to your knees before it.”

I vaguely felt my knees touch the floor.

“It’s a very special cock and you want to obey it. It’s a very special cock and you want to worship it.”

Did I?

“It’s a very special cock, and sucking it doesn’t make you gay. It’s a very special cock and it’s ok. It’s a very special cock, and you’ve always wondered. It’s a very special cock and it’s just this once. It’s a very special cock and it’s time to give in. It’s a very special cock, and you want to suck it.”

I was his mindless play-toy.  And I eagerly sucked his cock. Greg and I took turns for a while, then his cock made us double team it, which felt odd when they accidentally touched each other.

After what felt like an eternity in paradise, we heard a new phrase.

“It’s a very special cock, and you want it in your asses.”

The very special cock introduced us to the world of anal sex, and it was a joy like no other.

Then, the very special cock introduced us to each other. It wanted us to please each other’s cocks. And we did.

That’s when the cock revealed the truth. That all cocks were special. That all cocks should be made happy. That all cocks should be worshipped. 

Now, would you like a blow job?

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Where’s all the hypnosis content gone?

My Soundcloud was deactivated . There was no warning, no questioning, nothing. Just flat out deleted. All of my subscribers, comments, and the discussion community on that site along with it. Users would play the files on chat servers (like discord servers), where they could listen together. It was a cool feature, but it’s gone now.

People keep asking me what happened to my files. Well, some of them are gone forever. Some of it has been reuploaded to this site (Hypnosis Files Page).

I’m honestly not motivated to make content as much anymore, especially free content. There’s very little incentive to upload my stuff online anymore, because it can be even harder to upload when it is free. Maybe this will change in the future. I will continue to make SOME content. But it’s clear that I am moving away from that as my focus. I just don’t want to deal it. Its easy to feel unmotivated when the rules, regulations, censorship, and takedowns are clearly growing very steadily. It will never end. It will continue on this trajectory of policing and deletion.

I don’t want it all public and under someone else’s watchful eye of content control, which is why my favorite place to post files is with my All Erotic Files Package or the All Self Improvement Files Package. This is because I can post whatever the hell I want and no one can cancel me. No one else can decide what’s acceptable or unacceptable. No one can tell me what subjects should be allowed to decide do to themselves. Because you have to buy it to see the unlisted extras inside. Only real enjoyers of my stuff get to see it. This is the only way to keep the critics and cancellers out completely.


This is why I always say that you should download the files you enjoy and keep them saved on your device. Make a backup of it if you really like it that much. Because the files will not be around forever. I know I say that constantly, over and over again, but it’s true.
Sometimes people come to me looking for old files they lost that are no longer available. But I can’t give it to you. It’s gone.
Not only are authorities and websites deleting my content, but I am deleting it too. Any content that I deem to be “low quality” (a lot of old files recorded on cheap audio equipment I used to get started) are often deleted. Many people still love these files, even though I consider them embarrassingly bad. My standards are quite high now.


I also have to delete some content related to laws in my country, which are also getting worse. Please do not ask for these files when they are gone. Some people will say “Oh, it’s okay, that’s legal in my country!”, which is irrelevant–You’re not on the chopping block. I am. So there are files which I have requested people do not speak of. It’s not because they are ultra HARDCORE, either. These files are harmless, but laws are stupid, of course.

My ways of speech have been altered just to make content, and I have to always be careful what I’m saying, and it’s become incredibly tiresome. It’s artistically stifling. I’m an artist and creator. I want to be free to express and give people the experiences of life changes that they want, but there’s a ton of completely harmless phrases I have to watch out for.
For example, I will have content taken down if I mention the words Hypnotic, Sleepy, Tired, Vampire, Big Brother (the irony of this one makes me laugh), Blazed, Brainwash (this one makes my work very difficult sometimes), Limp, Tipsy, Mind Control… This is just the tip of the iceberg. They keep growing these lists.
They are now introducing voice detection systems that will automatically delete content or users that use these words, which is pretty outlandish. Obviously this makes my job quite difficult.

Sharing my content on my own website is okay, but there’s a net-negative effect for me. It doesn’t actually add any new viewers for me like another website would. It just uses up server capacity, potentially slowing it down for other users who are trying to to listen. It also doesn’t play nicely with low- quality devices (Apple devices are low-quality, despite their high price).
YouTube doesn’t allow a lot of content, and will launch false copyright strikes against me if I use any background audio (even when I own the rights to the audio). You’re not allowed to inquire about the copyright strikes until your channel is really big. They also place ads randomly in the middle of the audio/video, which is obviously unacceptable because it ruins the listening experience. They don’t pay me anything for the ads on my videos.
A whole bunch of the audio content is up for streaming on my site now, though it is lacking the features of before (individual commenting, favoriting, community, etc) which is a bummer, but at least it’s up and working now.
If you have any ideas of places to post content, then please comment below.

These are the final days to enjoy hypnosis. You will look back on today as the golden age. Creators like me are giving up, one by one. New creators are discouraged from joining. Hypnosis content on the web is dying. It is becoming more censored and more illegal every day.– So get it, save it, and store it for your personal usage while you can.

Amazing Gamer Girl Program (Mind Control Story)

Gamer Girl Program

December 31, 1987

This was her life, alone in an arcade on New Year’s Eve.

Ok, there was one staff guy hanging out by the jukebox. Either he was a creep, or too shy to talk to a real-life “girl”. Of course, having just turned 18, she wasn’t a girl anymore. Anyway, she didn’t care about him. She needed to blow off some steam. Another fight with her mother had left her both physically keyed up, and mentally exhausted. She needed a challenge.

Josie wasn’t your ordinary girl.  She was an arcade queen. She wasn’t just the best female player in their little town, she won almost half the tournaments when the “boys” played too. She loved showing them up. This arcade was her home away from an excruciating home. She had a strategy for every game in the place. That was, until she saw the new one.

First and foremost, it was sleek, black, shiny and smooth. Only one blood red lettering was scrawled across it: Program.

Seemed like a bland name. Every video game was a program. But it was new, and new was just what she wanted right then. She reached into her heavy coin pouch, to make sure she had at least twenty quarters in there. It shouldn’t take more than seven or eight to figure the game out. She eagerly closed on the joystick, and controls. Just two buttons. Seemed simplistic. She glanced down at the directions.

INSERT QUARTER

WATCH SCREEN

PRESS START

FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS 

FOR

REWARDS

AND CONTINUED

PLAY

That’s it? Fine then, she’d play along, literally. Still doubtful she popped her quarter into the coin slot. At the same time she did the staff guy hit a button on the jukebox and Salt n’ Pepa’s “Push It’ began playing. It wasn’t a bad song, it had just been so overplayed. MTV had the video on so many times a day. Anyway, time to focus on the game.

Push push it real good.

As soon as she hit Start, the lights began. In addition to that the lights were flashing, whirling, forming spirals and shapes that dissolved into mist within minutes, only to turn into patterns, and waves and energy. Nonetheless the graphics were really great. Then the game began. Round one was still simple enough. The point was just to match colored bubbles by hitting one, then the other of the same color. Josie needed less than a minute to work out the sensitivity of the joystick, from there she was picking them off like womp rats.

Push push it real good.

Now, the bubbles had words in them. As a matter of fact, there were three on each side, still three different colors. The words though, seemed to make no sense. She tapped on a blue word on the left side that read “Obedience,” the matching one on the other side read “Pleasure.” They really had nothing to do with each other, but the combo matched and she earned more points. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been playing, but she knew she was doing well for her first quarter. She knew she was doing well.

PROCEEDING TO ROUND TWO

Push push it real good.

The next combination was “service” and “bliss,” followed by “surrender” and “orgasm.” Woah! That was naughty. She was caught by surprise, then surprised again as the screen began to flash and swirl even faster now. She really had to focus.

Push push it real good.

MATCH WORD IN COLUMN A

WITH SAME COLOR WORD

IN COLUMN B AND C

FOCUS

She looked at the first line which was simply “I.” The next columns began moving, like a slot machine, spinning quickly. She really had to focus.

The first combo was “I love sex.” She was a bit shocked, but yes, the two times she’d had sex had been great.

“Obedience is pleasure.”

What? The spirals and swirls and lights were making it so hard to focus and she really had to focus. Nevertheless, she needed to focus on the colors, the words didn’t matter.

“Service is bliss”

“I want sex.”

True, she guessed, in fact a little New Year’s nookie would have been nice.

Push push it real good.

“I am bi.”

Wow, she’d only just realized that all of a sudden.

Pus-pussy’s real good.

“I love cock.”

Yeah, cock was great in fact.

“I suck cock.”

She was just thinking also, wouldn’t some cock taste great right about now?

“I love cum.”

Suck suck it real good.

Then, she licked her lips.

“I’m a slut.”

Was she? Besides, It would be fun, wouldn’t it?

“I must obey.”

Then, she hit the sweet spot, as the dancing lights, the text, and the subliminals laced in the jukebox took complete hold. Her eyes glazed now; her mouth gaped open. 

“I must obey.”

“I must obey.”

“I must obey.”

“I must obey.”

“I fuck men.”

“I fuck chicks.”

Fuck-fuck it real good.

“I must suck.”

“I must fuck.”

“I must lick.”

Lick-lick it real good.

“I must submit.”

“I must obey.”

“All holes open.”

“All are welcome.”

“Fuck me good.”

“Fuck me hard”

“Be a slut.”

Slut slut baby.

“Turn and kneel.”

“Turn and kneel.”

“Turn and kneel.”

After that, she clicked the first two lines, before the command sunk in. Next, she turned and slowly sank to her knees. While at the same time her eyes dutifully looked to the floor, it was only his shoes she saw. But she knew who he was, the staff guy from the arcade. Then he stood close, facing her.

He undid his fly.

Josie had a new favorite game.

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The Hypnotist’s Cursed Mask (Story)

The Hypnotist’s Cursed Mask

In ‘The Hypnotist’s Cursed Mask’, a hypnosis story is told.

A man is drawn to an antique shop, where he eyes an old rubber mask.

The shopkeeper tells him it’s been cursed by a very powerful hypnotist.

He doesn’t believe in all of that superstition. But he is definitely drawn to it….


It’s a rainy afternoon, and he finds himself begrudgingly walking down the sidewalk, hearing the splashing of his shoes slapping time and time again onto the little pools of water. He’s tired, and truth be told, bored out of his mind.

It seems that lately his life had gotten into an eternal loop. Nothing new, nothing to break the monotony 

Not only has he broken up with his girlfriend almost a year ago, but his current dating game leaves much to be desired. So enjoying any sex was totally out of question.  

With his hands stuck in his pockets, he stares at the locals on either side of the street. He doesn’t feel an urge to return home, even though the day is overcast, and it seems to be threatening to pour down at him at any second.

Something seems to be calling to him… beckoning him closer. He deviates from his usual road back home, getting closer and closer to the slums.

The apartments surrounding him begin getting smaller until he’s only surrounded by old houses. He begins to wonder if he had ever seen this part of the city before. More puzzling still, even when he tries to find the location on his cell phone, he can’t pick up even the slightest bit of signal.

That was it for him: he can’t risk his life just because a gut feeling kept pushing him to walk further and further. He decides to turn around and begin his way back, afraid of having to make a fool of himself by asking a policeman to take him home.

But his feet didn’t seem to want to obey that command. He felt an internal pull which made him come to a complete halt. He looked to the side, and there, waiting for him to just step inside was a large, odd-looking store. He has never seen anything quite like it before, though it isn’t particularly eye-catching either. It’s one of those places people only seem to find when they are actually looking for it. 

As he approaches the building, he begins to notice even further details. An inventory so diverse it doesn’t seem to fit a single store, objects which don’t not seem to have any type of connection between them.

He stops in front of the door, feeling a strong, strange pressure on the back of his neck. His heartbeat begins growing faster and faster. It’s irrational and yet completely irresistible. 

Something calls him from the inside. It was creepy too: through the windows closest to the doors, he can notice odd, ancient dolls. Their dead eyes appear to look into his soul.

That’s already scary in and of itself, but there is something peculiar about them. He can  feel their glassy black eyes, dark voids, watching him, almost as if they are staring at him no matter which direction they face. On the opposite wall various tarot cards are mounted in strange patterns.

“If I go inside and there’s an Elvis poster, I’m gone, I’m not bored enough to find out I’m stuck in a Stephen King novel,” he tells himself as he steps through the door.

The interior of the place does not alleviate his feeling of unreality, it is clearly an emporium, and it sells all kinds of oddities. He can see some grenades from the second world war in boxes on the back with a sign which read: “Don’t worry! they won’t explode! ( I think!)”

He wanders through the shelves, seeing piles and piles of what any normal person would say garbage, worthless junk, but something begins to rise inside him, a voice. Faint and almost imperceptible in the background of his consciousness, where the most primitive part of the human brain operates.

His hands become moist by a layer of sweat, his heart beating hard, like a rolling drum.

 Although the place seems like a labyrinth, that voice guides his feet. It seems to be coming from inside his brain, yet from so far away, as if there is another version of himself stuck at the bottom of a cave.

As he searches and follows that voice blindly, the convulsion seems to grow stronger. He doesn’t notice the pair of old eyes watching him from behind a pair of ancient glasses. 

“What object is he going to take?” The old timer muses to himself “how is this man going to be condemned? Each person who enters the store takes something unique, destined to change their lives, in the most varied and unique ways, and the results are not always negative… but are they truly for the better? These objects are very much so like the fairies of old, who do not share our concepts of right and wrong.”

“I wonder… What is calling to him? Perhaps one of the rings in the backroom, or perhaps one of our exquisite coins?” he whispers to himself as he runs his finger down the page of the book he was reading before the new customer walks past him at last.

“Take it, you want it” The young man walking through those long corridors hears the unnatural voice, coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. 

He finally comes to a halt in front of what appears to be a mask, made of a material which is difficult to decipher. Its entire surface is a wonderfully blue hue that, depending on the direction you look at it, flashes of different colors across its length. He extends his hand slowly, almost trembling, he begins to feel its texture on his fingertips, he can feel something stir inside of him.

“It’s cursed, I think you should know.” The old man’s voice snaps him out of his trance, turning back so he can see who’s talking to him.

“Cursed you say?” He laughs at the old man, and deep inside, he laughs at himself too, because he believes those words all too much.  “There are no cursed objects, although I understand the reference, I suppose you also change shape every time a new client enters?”

The old man laughs at the reference. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe that author was inspired by me when writing that book?” He walks towards it, accommodating some of the many objects accumulated on the shelves. “After all, there has always been a store like mine, throughout history.”

He already rolls his eyes, a little tired of the mysterious old man’s routine. “Could it be… and what is the supposed curse that this object has?”

“That mask belonged to a hypnotist with strange tastes, if you are willing to listen to the advice of an eccentric old man who clearly has you bored, I would leave it and run out of this store,” the shopkeeper tells him knowing that he will not accept the offer, once you enter here there is no way you can leave without your curse

“Ah, a hypnotist, of course, what is supposed to happen to me I’m going to cluck? Don’t be ridiculous, don’t worry about sweetening the product, It’s already sold, I’m going to take it, I know where I’m going to put it” He tells him, already squeezing the mask between his fingers, with an unconscious fear that the man will try to take it away.

The owner nods, giving him what seems to be a pitying smile. “I won’t insist on it anymore, it’s clear that you’ve already made your decision.” 

“That’s right, how much is it?” He asks, taking out his wallet, being careful not to let go of the mask, for no justifiable reason, he feels an irrational fear that he will take this precious item from him. 

“For you, because I liked you, and I see that mask means a lot for you, I’m willing to offer you half the price” he smiles at him offering a bag, leaning in front of him, trying to take that mask from him would create a very uncomfortable moment for both of them.

Without taking a second, he pays him, putting his mask in his bag ” keep the change” he tells him without waiting for the owner to react, he leaves and starts walking through those unknown streets, without knowing why he is in such a hurry, but the further he goes from the store, the calmer he becomes, that frenzy, that irrational fear of not being able to buy it, that the old man does not want to give it to him vanishes.

“I don’t know why I got like that… it doesn’t make sense,” he says to himself out loud, feeling how the mask moves back and forth in the bag. The streets that take them to his house, become long, eternal, like an obsession, he needs to arrive and with every second that passes it becomes more and more unbearable, the bag weighs him down, and he wants to hold the mask in his hands, the bag offends him, it is a barrier between him and his destiny, although he is not fully aware of the thoughts and compulsion he begins to feel. awakening in the deepest parts of his being 

Almost like a zombie, he searches for his house keys, standing in front of the door of the entrance hall of his building, the keys get stuck in his pants, he begins to pull, he begins to hear the fabric of his jean pants, even the tip of the key caught in the fabric begins to scrape and hurt the skin of his leg, but he doesn’t care, it’s like he’s in a trance, the mask pulses from his right hand, the bag in which he carried it has gone a few blocks back. The smooth, stiff texture of the mask burns the fingers of his hand with craving.

“Come on, hurry up, why are you taking so long?” His own voice tells him, inside that hole, with an echo that threatens to completely rob him of his sanity. “I’m already trying!” He answers himself with a cry full of despair.

*RRRRRRIIPPPPPP!!!* The noise of his pants giving way, the pocket completely annihilated, releases the key, which had already started to stain with the blood on his leg. “Yes!!!” he shouts without caring that some pedestrians on the sidewalk in front move away from him, scared.

“Well, you were able to open a door, do you deserve an award?” that distant but close voice tells him without a drop of mercy, he can’t tell if it’s his own voice, or if it’s the mask, or maybe he’s too aware of his own thoughts.

He opens the door of his apartment, with all his willpower, puts the mask on the counter in his living room, and gets into the shower with clothes on and everything. As the minutes go by, feeling the water running through his body, cleaning the small puncture in his own knee, he feels his mind begin to calm down. While washing his hair he feels silly, it’s clear he let that old man get into his head, there is no such thing as curses, and it’s just a good mask. He can hang it in his living room that way when he has visitors, you can use it to generate talking points.

After drying off and getting dressed in a shirt and pants from home, he is about to go cook dinner, when he passes in front of the mask, and his entire body stops there as if his legs were screwed into place. eyes fixed on it, he licks his lips, the anxiety, the temptation to touch it.

“It’s like a band-aid, take it, put it on, get it out of the system and that’s it, so you stop thinking about curses and stop talking to yourself,” He says out loud taking the mask between his fingers, turns it looking at it, seeing through his eyes, and although there is a part inside him, he tells him, he begs him to stop testing that object of the devil, but at the same time he could feel how heat was beginning to be generated in his crotch, his member slowly headed toward the biggest erection he’s ever had.

“Come on, put on the mask, stop wasting time doubting… no wonder life is going that way for you” that voice in his head, was as if he was provoking himself, trying to humiliate himself. He swallows and begins to bring himself closer to his head, each millimeter that shrinks between him and the mask, the heat in his crotch expanding more and more, his heartbeat racing, anticipating the storm.

The cold texture of the mask touches his skin, and his heart is about to explode, and he feels the scream in his mouth that is about to come out, but at first, for the first few seconds, it feels like an eternity is passing. The humiliation and shame begin to take over him now. How can he think and convince himself that something like this is actually doing something? But before he can complete that thought, the mask takes on a life of its own, sticking to his face as if trying to take the place of his skin. The first thing his hands can notice as they uselessly try to peel it off is what seemed to be a kind of rubber. And to his surprise he couldn’t differentiate the mask from his face. His eyes open, his mouth in a null expression, almost as if he were an artificial being, a mannequin. 

The material of the mask continues to expand around his cranium, and begins to go down what is his neck, as it continues to expand, what was a heat, becomes a completely uncontrolled hell he cannot escape from. His mind begins to fill with ideas, of sex, of pleasure, his dick at the same time threatens to break his pants, without thinking about it, he lowers the zipper and begins to help him free it.

The rubber begins turning black, as his skin turns a shiny ebony. 

“This is the only thing I am…” that voice, repeated inside him, “I am nobody, I am not a person, I am absolutely nothing” he could feel how the rubber was already beginning to cover part of his shoulders and his chest, With his hands he tears off his clothes, leaving him completely naked, his head shining. His penis was fully erect, swollen, veiny, and no doubt at risk of exploding from blood pressure. 

“Horny…. HORNYYYYYY….. SO HORNY…. “he heard himself say, although his face couldn’t cry right now if it could. He would let the tears flow, it’s such an overdose of stimulation that he was rubbing his shaft.

“YOU SEE! This is the only thing that matters to you. You are basic, without depth, only looking for pleasure”. It is really difficult for him to differentiate if it is the mask or himself. Everything is confusing, and half of his body is covered by this layer of rubber, he is no longer even a person, he is only a doll, a being of pure desire, but the most exasperating thing is the fact that it is a desire without destiny, that just expands to everywhere without finding any destination, already in his mind there is no woman or even man he wants, he just looks for the explosion, the ecstasy of the moment, it’s the only thing he needs, the only thing that matters.

 If his face still could change its expression, he would be surprised when he noticed how his dick grows, like a fairground balloon, a rubber sword, pointing forward, his hands moving along it, each millimeter of such a monster, completely destroying what little reason he still has left inside him. In an unbridled frenzy, he searched his drawers for a knob of lubricant, at that moment it was the only thing that mattered, he needed to be able to slide it within his hands. It’s a monster, he doesn’t think he can live much longer if he doesn’t get the ecstasy he so badly needs.

“Touch yourself… TOUCH ME…. NEEDED…. sooo horny!” the voice screams inside him the moment he manages to find the knob, and at that moment, as if he were a robot, with a single objective, lying there on his bed staring at nothing, with his hands going up and down, the sound of slick rubber on rubber, generating heat, shrieks of pleasure flooding every corner of the building. Everything begins to turn completely white and blank until the climax arrives, dragging him into the middle of an uncontrollable storm, his dick becomes a violent geyser, which he releases to everywhere, and he ends up falling asleep right there, exhausted. Confused. Until he is unconscious.

Slowly he comes out of the stupor, still feeling like his body is trapped in a some sort of  thermal contradiction: his skin burns but the sweat that covers him is cold as frost. He is in his bed now. He looks over to his bedside table. The mask is sitting there innocently. He must have remembered the color wrong. It’s jet black in color now. Wow, it must have been a dream… right?

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