Floyd walked out into the pool, looking very upset. The Hypnotist walked up to him.
“I look ridiculous! Why did you put me in a speedo? I didn’t agree to this when you hypnotized me.” Floyd said.
“Part of you did and now your left arm is starting to grow very light and begin to float upward to your face and you will go back into trance when your hand touches your face.”
haha beefy bald bearded dudes can become himbros, too
Alex had struggled. He’d done so valiantly. His would be kidnapper had left the room a few hours ago and left Alex bound. He had been scared. Uncertain of what his fate was.
Yet, as soon as the man had left the room, a monitor had started. On it was the most beautiful spiral Alex had ever seen.
His suspicions arose. Was he being hypnotised?! No. That was bullshit. A throwaway fantasy of some deluded nerd that wasn’t a reality.
This spiral was fucking stupid. His situation was the reality and he needed to get loose. To break out and….
He lost his train of thought as the intensity of the spiral and the low hum increased. His mind grew foggy. His body began to relax.
No. This was bullshit! He had to snap out of it and….let go. Surrender. Obey.
No. Fuck this. Whatever was happening to him was his own fears playing tricks on him. It had to be. No way could a spiral make him relax and obey…relax and obey Master….
It was a few hours later when the kidnapper returned to the room to find Alex staring blankly at the spiral. As he removed the gag, Alex was reciting his new mantra.
“Serve and obey Master. Slave serves and obeys Master…slave serves and obeys Master…sl-” he continued.
The kidnapper smiled at how deep his new muscle bound slave was. The harder they resisted, the deeper they fell.
only reason you’d want to resist, ain’t it big guy?
body tight. focus uninterrupted. system free of any gunk. this is your new homeostasis, bro. inertia achieved only through action. the perpetual energy generator of your big, muscled body. can’t go back. wouldn’t want to even if you could
“Don’t move, just let the device do it’s work. you know the rules, Bulls that perform well get to rut, Bulls that don’t get milked. This week, you’re getting milked. Try harder next time.”
getting milked’s what a bull’s for, bro. don’t try to fight it
Nothing left but maleable mush as he stood before The Gym Master.
The music of Hypnos Gym had hit him harder than any the Gym Master has seen. Some had been made dumb, some had taken longer for the hypnotic music of the gym speakers to work on. But this guy, this beast of a man had been at the gym all day. His brain was goo now. The music had taken him completely and splattered his free will and intelligence.
He drooled as he stood and swayed.
The Gym Master had not expected this. All other member of the Gym had left and now, he had this dumb bull all to himself, to shape into his mindless and obedient cock slave.
fuuuuck, bro. to be this slab of marbled beef, hard as concrete, with veins like steel coil running beneath the skin. a controlled demolition under the pressure of the weight. to be so dedicated to building your body, you inadvertently annihilate your mind… become less than an animal, something barely living, something you’d have to put down if it wasn’t such a pliable and receptive orifice with a body you can’t help but yearn to grope, plug and use. bigger you are, bro, the harder you fall. and fuck do i want to get big
BroUnderConstruction 