Chitownboxers
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Into the usual kinks...mind control, hypno, etc.
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In the moonlit pond's eerie green glow, a group of chiseled studs—red, blue, green, purple microbriefs straining over throbbing erections—grinned blankly, eyes pulsing emerald. The meteor behind them oozed mind-melting nectar. "Strip and join us, bro," they droned hypnotically. "The water's perfect.
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The handsome suburban dad knelt, pants undone, gripping his pulsing cock in hypnotic strokes. The strange flower's purple pollen invaded his mind, fogging thoughts with insatiable urges to surrender—brain hijacked, he grins wildly, edging until he erupts, hot seed spilling to nourish the bloom.
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In his suburban bedroom, Jake lounges on his king bed having clicked on his boss's urgent email only to have the screen pulse with a hypnotic virus that soon floods his mind. Eyes glazed, his cock twitches hard. He strokes obediently, moaning, "I'm a good daddy now..." The corporate takeover begins
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Dickflix and Chill. His son insisted they watch the latest streamer. Soon Daniel couldn't look away. "Good boys stroke each other." Daniel's calloused hand pumped his son's rigid cock, while the boy eagerly milks his dad's thick, veiny shaft.
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Jack couldn't remember shedding his clothes, mind fogged by the Master's hypnotic whisper. Something about leaking pipes? Yes, his cock was leaking. With each stroke up and down, more and more of Jack disappeared, leaving an obedient handy man who would be more than willing to clean any leaking rod.
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Captain Baker gasped as the enemy's gay gas seeped in—sweet, insidious vapor twisting his thoughts. His mind bent, his body ached now for surrender. Hypnotized, he stroked, lost in forbidden lust. He called in his second in command, spreading the enemy's control. The entire company orgy soon began.
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Jake pulls on Coach's "special" jockstrap. The fabric clings, warm and pulsing, seeping into his mind. Relax... obey... Thoughts dissolve like mist. His cock throbs, body slackens. Eyes vacant, he whispers, "I'm your mindless good boy, Coach." Ready to serve.
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19 yo Jake clicks the file. A deep voice echoes: "Tick... tock... watch the cock." His eyelids droop, mind fracturing as a massive, veiny dick swings on screen. Stroking his own cock, mesmerized into gay submission, craving to suck and serve.
Inspiration: www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/3...
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Flash (no last name; it kept things mysterious) had never heard of t Music Master, let along his music. But after listening to a few of the demo tracks emailed to him, Flash imagined everything that would go down in the music studio. He came thinking about all the tracks he would lay down.
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Dixon shouldn't have hurled a gay slur at Kyle, the IT nerd. Now, his laptop pulses hypnotic rainbows, burrowing into his mind. "Surrender," they whisper. Dixon's cock throbs, craving Kyle's touch, begging to kneel and submit his straight ass to the man he mocked; he'll surely taste the rainbow now.
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Silver-haired professor Richard, 58, takes a break from grading midterms for his late night TV obsession, Dr. Somnus’ Guide to Better Sleep.

Good scholars sleep for Dr. Somnus he repeats, hand pumping rigid cock, as his brain records a covert new purpose. Soon, sons will fall to Dr. Somnus.
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Jetlagged from his flight from Dubai to LA, Samir Al Zahari sat on his hotel bed flipping channels. The only thing on was the infomercial Dr. Somnus' Guide to Better Sleep. It soon had its hooks in him as even good Arabic daddies sleep for Dr. Somnus.
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For the fifth night in a row, handsome 45-year-old CIO Mark Mathers', eyes are fixed on the infomercial Dr. Somnus' Guide to Better Sleep. Yes, good daddies sleep for Dr. Somnus. His cock throbs; he strokes mindlessly. Climax hits—then trance-sleep. He wakes at 6 am refreshed, ready for night six.
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With his recent divorce, inflation and the fear AI might soon outsource him, Ted turned on the TV to an infomercial "Dr. Somnus' Guide to Better Sleep." The screen flashed, Ted's hand mindlessly stroked his throbbing cock, leaking pre-cum. "Yes, Good daddies obey Dr. Somnus." He dialed the number.
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College jock Brad surrenders himself to the Music Master’s tunes.
"Feel my music as it takes control/Music Master now owns your hole/spread those cheeks and hole so pink/so much pleasure when boys don't think."
Brad spreads his virgin-pink cheeks wide as his cock pulses in sync.
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The suburban dad's routine laundry chore halts as the landlord's new light flickers—hypnotic pulses of blue-white strobes. Eyelids flutter, will crumbles; He strips feverishly, gripping his pulsing shaft, kneeling entranced, primed to serve the unseen master's every filthy command.
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Coach Harlan lay on his bed, skin still slick from the pool dip, oblivious to the alien-infected water seeping into his pores, hijacking his mind with hypnotic urges. Soon, his throbbing cock would pulse with otherworldly seed. His new-found purpose to breed every man in his path.
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Tee hee...mom did smoke B&H...rofl
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Across town, Mike innocently clicked on an email from his buddy Alex. Flashing lights capture his mind and he can no longer think. "Obey and bare," the siren voice coos. Clothes pooled around him, cock twitching and erect. He stares, enslaved, hungry for Master's retrieval and to join his bud Alex.
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Straight-laced Alex clicked the cursed link. Hypnotic lights flashed—swirls of pink and blue, burrowing into his brain. "Strip for Master," the voice commanded. Pants down, exposing his thickening cock. He stared, entranced, dripping pre-cum, awaiting his gay Master's retrieval to break him forever.
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Sitting on his bed, Alex, 19, gripped his Nintendo Switch. He downloaded SomnusPrime. Thye hypnotic game had his cock twitching as commands sank deep. "Obey me, slave," the voice purred. Eyes glazing, he dropped to his knees, craving his master's gay hypno control—eternal, throbbing submission.
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When the two construction workers unearthed the ancient statue of Xochipilli, its jeweled eyes immediately gleamed with forbidden allure. A hypnotic pulse emanated, ensnaring their minds. Soon naked, they sealed their fate upon spilling their seed on their new god.
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In the gym sauna, 19-year-old Alex inhaled the glowing steam, his athletic body glistening. Muscles slackened, mind swirled into hypnotic haze. "Breathe deep, boy... obey Sports Master." His cock throbbed hard as thoughts dissolved. Kneeling, he whispered "I'm your good, obedient slut."