Basfr_21

[绝境陷战 Forsaken Warrior @gang_final]

【AIGC】怪兽的实验
实验结论：
如果在抽取光之战士光能的同时不断注入石化能量
即便不是迪迦，也能够变成石像

[海太郎 🇹🇼Oct30→Nov4 @LargeDogCollar]

囘る囬る

[S3LCO @S3LCO]

Connor and Jack had the beach to themselves that afternoon. Midweek, midsummer, the kind of heat that made the sand sting and the ocean look like it was boiling at the horizon. They had already been in the water twice. Now they were just standing there, dripping, grinning at the phone Jack had propped on a beach chair.
“Hold it. Don’t move.”
Jack hit the timer and jogged back. He slotted himself against Connor’s side the way they always did: shorter guy tucked under the taller one’s arm, both of them shirtless, hats on, cheap sunglasses flashing. Connor’s hand rested easy on Jack’s shoulder. Jack’s fingers hooked in the waistband of Connor’s flamingo shorts like he owned the spot.
The shutter clicked.
Then the air changed.
It wasn’t wind. It was a sudden, silent drop, like someone had opened a freezer the size of the sky. The heat didn’t fade. It just vanished from their skin first. Goosebumps raced up Jack’s arms so fast it hurt. Connor’s nipples tightened hard under the sudden cold. Jack felt it happen against his own side.
“What the fuck—”
Ice bloomed across Connor’s chest like frost on a window. It started at the sternum and raced outward, locking the dark hair in place, sealing over the pecs, crawling down the V of his abs. The flamingo shorts went rigid. The fabric didn’t wrinkle anymore. It just froze in the exact drape it had been wearing, every fold preserved, the outline of Connor’s cock suddenly sharp and obvious under the ice-stiff material.
Jack tried to step back. His feet wouldn’t move. The sand had already locked around his toes.
The freeze hit him next. It poured down from the brim of his white cap, over the sunglasses, down the column of his throat. His own tropical shorts turned to ice in three seconds. The pineapple print stayed bright. The bulge underneath did not stay soft. Cold made him hard so fast it ached, and then the ice sealed that ache in place, trapping him half-swollen and leaking against the frozen fabric.
They stayed exactly as they had posed.
Connor’s arm still slung around Jack’s shoulders. Jack still smiling that same easy beach smile, except now the smile was ice. Tiny icicles hung from Connor’s jaw and the brim of Jack’s cap. Their skin had gone translucent-blue, every vein and muscle visible through the crystal layer, like someone had poured liquid glass over two living bodies and let it set.
They could still feel everything.
Connor felt Jack’s frozen shoulder under his palm. He felt the way Jack’s trapped cock twitched once against the ice shorts and then couldn’t twitch anymore. Jack felt Connor’s bigger body radiating a deep, impossible cold even while the sun kept beating down on the sand around them. The ocean kept rolling. The umbrellas didn’t move. Only the two of them had stopped.
A guy walking past with a cooler slowed down.
He looked once. Then he looked again. He set the cooler in the sand and stepped closer, circling them like they were a sculpture that had just appeared. He reached out and ran two fingers down the frozen groove of Connor’s abs. The ice didn’t melt. It just sang under the touch, a thin crystalline sound.
Connor’s trapped cock jumped inside the flamingo shorts. A single drop of precome had already frozen at the tip, a tiny clear bead now locked against the fabric.
The stranger’s hand moved lower.
He cupped Connor through the ice shorts, squeezed once, slow. The frozen outline was perfect. Thick. Heavy. The ice let him feel every ridge. Connor couldn’t thrust. He could only stand there with his arm around Jack and take it, the cold making every nerve scream louder instead of going numb.
Jack watched it happen from two inches away, eyes still smiling behind the frozen sunglasses. He felt his own cock throb uselessly against the pineapple print. A thin line of ice-slick leaked down the inside of his thigh and immediately froze there, a shiny trail no one could wipe away.
The stranger laughed under his breath.
“You two just going to stand here all day like this?”
He didn’t wait for an answer they couldn’t give. He stepped behind them, one hand still working Connor through the ice, the other sliding down Jack’s frozen ass, fingers tracing the rigid seam of the shorts. Jack’s hole clenched once, trapped, and then the ice locked that clench too.
The stranger stayed there a long time.
He licked a stripe up Connor’s frozen pec, tongue catching on the ice-hard nipple. He bit gently at the icicle hanging from Jack’s jaw. He palmed both of them through their shorts at the same time, comparing, squeezing, listening to the tiny fractured sounds the ice made when the cocks inside tried to kick.
The sun kept shining. The waves kept coming. Connor and Jack stayed posed for the photo that had already been taken, two perfect ice statues on a hot beach, leaking and aching and completely unable to do anything except feel every single second of it.
When the stranger finally left, he took a picture of his own.
He never posted it.
He just kept it.
Connor and Jack are still out there, waiting for the next person who notices that two guys on the beach haven’t moved in a very long time.

[mrstatue @mrstatue89]

The last step...

[陆思源 Cyan @just_cyan_lu]

回忆·陆思源事件簿·第8集

受伤后的回忆·两个人的曾经

#陆思源事件簿

[きのこ汁🔞 @kinoko_Pt8oX]

【R18・いい石の日】
石像美術館

[As🔞 @_As21_00]

skebリクエストありがとうございました！！🪨✨🧙‍♀️

[Shweiky @shweiky1]

Curation of the Apex - Part 7
On my Patreon

[Silver✨find me on blue sky✨ @SpacePupSilver]

A man is most suggestible when his dick is in use, but with the power of hypnosis this can be taken to the next level where anything this man hears whilst his dick is being held will be deeply implanted in his subconscious mind as essential purposes. Serve and Obey.

[Rev @the_masked_rev]

THE SPIDEY STATUE

Spiderman was helplessly hypnotized… 🌀🕷️

frozen in place and completely under the villain’s control, Spidey could do nothing but stand there while the villain posed him exactly how he wanted… 👀

and that’s only the beginning.

want the full hypno film? DM me “STATUE” and i’ll send it to you😈
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[Rev @the_masked_rev]

THE SPIDEY DRONE 🕷️🌀

The villain’s plan has finally worked.

Spidey no longer wants to fight back, helplessly hypnotized. He follows every command mindlessly without hesitation as he moves with precision, carrying out whatever he’s told. Mindless and obedient.

From showing his strength, to dropping to his knees, Spidey gives into it all… obeying without question.

Is there anything left of the hero beneath the mask… or has the villain created the perfect obedient drone?

Find out on my OF😏- Link in Bio
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[Silver✨find me on blue sky✨ @SpacePupSilver]

Post Hypnotic Triggers are the kink of the day.
That unavoidable action you are forced to perform when you hear that one specific phrase, you don't recall what those words are, you barely even remember doing the thing, but you do know you have zero power in ignoring it.

[Basfr_21 @Basfr_21]

I was invited to a party 😎 but it was a trap: they stripped me and used a device to turn me into stone 🗿 now, everyone hung their coats on me like a coat rack 🧥

Pic by @HechtMerlinnf

[master jace @masterhypno_]

another robot for master jace 🌀 all good boys submit and surrender just like him hehehe

[陆思源 Cyan @just_cyan_lu]

潜入·陆思源事件簿·第7集

潜入K先生的基地，本来只是想拿点实验资料，没想到发生了正面冲突。主角团遇到了危机

#陆思源事件簿 #石化

[Kendall of 5l@v3 Technologies @KendallTrance]

#hypnovember Day 7 Drone

Your BF was interested in drone play and you wanted it to feel authentic. So you downloaded the 5lav3app and had him become your drone. He's better than you could've hoped for. It may be best to keep him this way for a while... or forever

[Venus Corp @VenusCorp1501]

Just let my visor take a hold of you
Just sink into mindless obedience
Your pleasure comes from my pleasure
It feels so good to sink and obey
It feels right to submit

Edit by the amazing @FemboyAquatic

[Spanish Hypnotist @LatinHypnotist]

He took out the pendulum. 'No,' I growled. 'I'm not looking at that shit.' He smiled. 'You already are.' And it was true. My eyes, traitors, locked onto that damn spin. I felt my cock harden against my will. 'Resist,' I ordered myself. But my mind was already unraveling.

[Spanish Hypnotist @LatinHypnotist]

Master: What are you doing in my house?

Clark: I'm Clark, sir, I'm investigating some disappearances

M: I think I know who you really are, Clark

C: How? Oh! Your eyes...?

M: Don't resist. Relax, trust me and show me the truth.

C: I must not... Yes, I love you... I obey (1/3)

[S3LCO @S3LCO]

Vincent stayed late on purpose.
The 24-hour gym on the industrial side of town emptied out after eleven. Fluorescents buzzed. The red locker-room door behind him was the only color left in the place. He had just finished a brutal shoulder and chest session and the pump was stupid. Veins standing. Skin tight. That heavy, swollen feeling that makes a man want to look at himself one more time before he puts a shirt on.
He dropped his bag, kicked off his slides, and hit the double biceps in front of the door like he always did. Bandana still on. Hair still damp from the last set. Green shorts hanging low on his hips.
The lights flickered once.
Then the cold started in his fists.
Not the regular post-workout cool-down. This was deep. Mineral. His knuckles went glossy first, the skin tightening until the tiny lines vanished and a faint gold vein ran across the back of each hand like someone had inlaid marble while he was still holding the pose. He tried to drop his arms. They would not move.
“The fuck…”
It climbed. Forearms locked into that perfect peak. Biceps swelled another fraction and then set, hard and polished, every striation captured like the sculptor had been waiting for this exact second. The cold slid over his shoulders and down his chest. His nipples tightened, then went smooth and stone-pale. The tattoo on his pec stayed, trapped under the new surface like it had been carved there centuries ago.
Vincent’s breathing got shallow. The pump was still there, but now it was trapped inside rock. His abs stacked and froze one ridge at a time. The happy trail turned to pale stone hair that still looked soft until you touched it. Below the waistband his cock jumped hard against the thin green fabric, then stiffened in a different way. Thick. Heavy. Permanently at attention under shorts that suddenly looked like they had been painted onto a statue.
His face went last.
The beard stayed. The long wavy hair stayed. The bandana stayed. But his eyes washed out to that blank milky white and his expression locked into the same focused flex he always used for the mirror. Mouth slightly set. Jaw carved. He could still feel everything. The air on the new glossy skin. The ridiculous, constant ache in his frozen cock. The way his own body now felt like a trophy someone had just finished polishing.
He stood there in front of the red door, arms up, chest out, shorts tented, a six-foot-plus marble bro who used to be able to walk out of the gym.
The speakers clicked.
A low voice, almost amused:
“Perfect pump. Hold it.”
Vincent could not answer. He could only stand there, gleaming, veined in gold, permanently mid-flex, waiting for whoever was going to come through that door next and find the newest piece in the collection.
Some guys leave the gym with a pump.
Vincent left it as the exhibit.