TychWrites

Gay Gamer Guy- YouTube is KindomUnleashed, Writer of LGBTQ+ novels

[TychWrites @TychWrites]

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[Gay Dom Hypnotist🔝😵‍💫🧠 @GayDomTist]

Shemar Moore hypnotized. Gm followers.

[Stateslave @Stateslave1]

The gifted shirt from @PrinnyTalis came with a headset. Aaron tried both items on. A game displayed before his eyes. #HypnosGames was working in conjunction with RoyalBearTees. Aaron was powerless to resist the game, the control, as he mindlessly repeated the words on his shirt.

[Stateslave @Stateslave1]

Good boy.
I can see your resistance fading. Each time your friend sucks you, he sucks more and more of your will out until you'll be just another mindless drone like he is. Obedient and mindless for me, your Master. You fought well to save him but everyone falls to me eventually

[Nachohypno @Nachohypno]

I enjoy seeing a rough or angry-looking guy/character all zonked out and with a big friendly smile
His personality drained, leaving him without a single thought behind his eyes
Just a good hypnotized toy, ready to follow My every word~
#malehypnosis #gayhypnosis #hypnoart

[HypnoMaster @yoy_ror]

With great power comes great…
Power 😈

Anyone else want to end up like this boy toy here?

[Kaasfeet @kaasfeet]

BLACKWOOD CASTLE | PART 5 🐍

Kaa finally has his keeper.

Dom obeys every command before eventually falling fast asleep deep inside Kaa’s coils.

Cody watches from the study and checks the first box.

☑ Keeper: Dom
☐ Bodyguards X2

Next: Cody goes hunting for muscle.

[Futura Diego @FuturaDiego]

anyone know anything about this sus alpha drone virus going around 🤔

[Welshy 💪🏻 @Mrwelshy92]

The face you get when the hypno worked

master flashing huge muscle men on the screen off me, setting me off into an obedient trance

[Stateslave @Stateslave1]

His friend sounded like a robot on the phone when he invited him over to play a game called #HypnosGames. Yet when they began playing, all the curiosity faded, leaving him and his friend as game addicted, blank and obedient drones ready to be collected by the Master Programmer.

[Stateslave @Stateslave1]

He'd started playing #HypnosGames via his new headset, unaware that the game would eradicate his mind. Making him a horny drone. He stripped, entering his roommates room and made him wear the VR set too, before the new drone began fucking him as commanded. Drones obey and recruit

[Hyp-fet (Commissions Open) @Hyp_fet]

The couple next door were always arguing, and you were getting tired of it. You offered them a couples session.

They agreed to help their relationship. But you only wanted to help yourself. You put them into trance.

Now they're just your mindless toys.

[Gay Dom Hypnotist🔝😵‍💫🧠 @GayDomTist]

Chapter 3 for Creed.

[sportcentral54 @sportcentral54]

Obey the signal. Obey the watch. Join the Hive ⌚️😵‍💫

[Hypno Boy @hypnobboy]

He matched on the app and the voice note's frequency dissolved his strict authority.
The rugged single dad was left waiting obediently across the bed with no will of his own.
Glassy eyes, unbuttoned shirt. Tamed dad, mind wiped.
#dilf #himbo #mindcontrol

[Gay Dom Hypnotist🔝😵‍💫🧠 @GayDomTist]

Chapter 4. Gm followers.

[Old & Young 🔞 @oldandyoung_4_u]

Straight guy turned into a government Chalice so any man can use his ass in public whenever they need to cum 😈
#Wataa #dominance #str8

[S3LCO @S3LCO]

The garage lights were still hot. Red and black Haas banners, a half-open garage door, the yellow nose of a car in the background. Ollie had been told it was a quick sponsor still: cap on, fireproofs dropped to the waist, one arm up like he was stretching after a run. Easy money. Smile for the camera.
He never noticed the waistband.
Black elastic, white letters sitting low on his hips. S3LCO. He thought it was just branded kit. It wasn’t.
The second the shutter clicked, the letters pulsed once against his skin. Warm. Then warmer. A low vibration rolled up from the band, over the thin trail of hair below his navel, across the tight plane of his abs, and into his chest. His nipples tightened without permission.
Ollie blinked.
The camera guy was gone. The mechanics were frozen mid-step. Only the red overheads kept moving, washing his torso in slow pulses that matched the throb in the waistband.
His raised arm stayed locked. Bicep flexed, armpit open, dark hair on display like the photo had decided the pose for him. He tried to drop it. The muscle wouldn’t listen. A small, confused sound left his throat.
The cap felt heavier. The red Haas logo on the white panel started to spin. Not the fabric. Something behind his eyes. Tight golden spirals blooming in both irises, turning slow, then faster.
Good boy. Hold the pose.
The voice wasn’t in the garage. It was inside the band, inside the cap, inside the spiral. Ollie’s mouth stayed slightly open, the same half-smile from the picture, but his pupils were already gone.
Heat crawled up his neck. His free hand hung loose at his side, fingers twitching once, then going slack. The fireproof pants sat low enough that the S3LCO waistband was the only thing keeping them from sliding. Every breath made the elastic kiss the cut of his hips.
The spirals tightened.
He could feel the air on his exposed armpit. Cool garage air on hot skin. The thought should have embarrassed him. Instead his cock thickened against the inside of the pants, a slow, heavy push that made the fabric tent just enough to show. He couldn’t look down. The pose wouldn’t let him.
Show them the product. Shirt off. Arm up. Eyes empty. Property of S3LCO.
A shiver ran down his spine. Sweat beaded at his hairline under the cap and rolled behind his ear. His abs clenched on their own, that shallow V above the waistband flexing like it was posing too. The trail of hair leading into the band looked darker against flushed skin.
Ollie’s tongue touched the back of his teeth. He wanted to say something. Name. Team. Year. Anything. All that came out was a soft, punched little hh— when the band gave another pulse and his hips rolled forward a fraction.
The spirals filled his vision. Garage, car, banners, all of it tunneled into two spinning gold discs. His smile stayed. The eyes did not.
Deeper. You’re the still. You’re the ad. You’re the toy they paid for.
His raised arm trembled once, then settled even higher, opening the armpit more. The smell of his own skin after a session, salt and heat, hit him and his cock jumped hard enough that the pants creaked. A dark spot started to bloom where the head pressed the fabric.
He didn’t care.
The voice kept talking, low and pleased, listing him like inventory: young, lean, F1 body, easy to pose, easy to own. Every word made the spirals spin tighter. Every word made the waistband feel like a collar that had simply been worn lower.
Ollie Bearman stood in the Haas garage, cap on, chest bare, one arm locked behind his head, S3LCO stamped across his hips, gold spirals eating the last of the brown in his eyes.
The camera wasn’t even there anymore.
He was still holding the shot.

[the audhd pup Space @AdhdPup]

Lift, grow, obey. No thoughts, only programming. It’s better to be a brainless jock bro 💪🏾hail the state Obey the spiral

[billy @malehypno]

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