“My, my, my, what do we have here?” said the hypnotist to himself. He was checking the rodeo’s hashtag on Instagram when this hot son of a bitch showed up on it.
According to his handle, he was named Cody. And he had his geolocation on at all times, so that was a great perk. After figuring out who his victim was going to be this time, he set up shop.
Cody was a country dude, through and through. He loved rodeos, but an injury early on in life meant it wasn’t safe for him to ride. Still, he enjoyed seeing guys and some gals who do it weekly. That also lead to another unfortunate side effect. He had barely any money to spend while at the rodeo. Tickets were not cheap, and many venues barred you from bringing in your own food, or even leaving and coming back, having eaten food elsewhere. So, he very much enjoyed when an activity was free, like the hypnotist tent at this rodeo.
“Welcome to Master John’s Hypnotic Adventure,” said the hypnotist, the same one who had unwittingly lured Cody here.
“This shit is free, right?”
“Of course, my good sir. I won’t let cost prevent people from enjoying themselves.” John smirked at the double entendre, but Cody didn’t recognize it.
“So what do I need to do?”
“Just stare at my pendant as I rock it back and forth. Keep your eyes on the pendant. Good boy. Now you’re getting sleepy. You want to shut your eyes. When you shut them, you will fall under my control. Close your eyes.”
Cody did so. “Blink if you understand me.” Cody also did that. “Good. Now I want you to strip completely for me.” As Cody robotically undressed himself, John zipped up the tent from the inside. That way, no one could accidentally walk in and see what was going on.
Cody’s bulky leather jacket was hiding a hot and muscular body underneath. “I want you to flex for me.” Cody did that, revealing sizable biceps. “Now I want you to get rock hard for me.” Cody began mindlessly stroking his dick, and didn’t stop until he was fully erect. He stopped at a quite impressive 8″.
“Good boy. I am now your Master. Whenever you hear my voice, you will do as I command. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master,” replied Cody, speaking for the first time in a while.
“Good. Now get dressed and pretend like none of this ever happened.”
“Yes, Master.” John had Cody’s phone number through the same software that he had used to track the hunk’s geolocation.
A couple weeks passed, and Cody was just living his life. However, soon after posting this selfie, he got a phone call.
It was a local number, albeit one he had never seen before.
“Hello, slave,” said John.
“Hello, Master. How may I serve you today?”
“I want you to strip completely nude in the locker room and offer blowjobs to any guy who wants one.”
“Yes, sir.” Many of the men in the gym’s locker room were shocked by a gay dude offering up free blowjobs, but many actually took him up on the offer. The first few were a bit rough, as he had never sucked cock before, but eventually he got the hang of it, and by the end of the day, his whole body was covered in caked-on cum.
As the gym closed, he got another call from the number, lifting him out of hypnosis.
“What the fuck!” he screamed out loud. No one else was in the gym, but it looked like he was the recipient of a bukkake. He went to the front desk to see if they had any tapes, but they informed him that they did not film in the locker room. “Shit,” though Cody, as he went home to try to wash off the cum that was now literally peeling off his body.
John still wasn’t done with him, and a similar event occurred, just a few days later, precipitated by another selfie.
He was in the same locker room, but this time, John noticed some clothes in the background.
“I want you to jack off while inhaling the scent of whatever clothes those are.”
“Yes, Master.” Cody picked the clothes up, and found a pair of underwear. They reeked, but that was now a major turn-on for him. He began to jack-off. This was more frowned upon than being a cum dump, but this was also in a more discreet area of the locker room. It was just seconds after he had blown his load all over the underwear that the owner arrived.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” Unfortunately, John’s command for Cody ended at that exact time, and he was brought back to the real world. “Answer me, you fucking freak!”
“Shit! I fucking did it again!”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“Nothing, bro! It’s just that I was a fucking cum dump or some shit a few days ago, and now this.”
“If you get the fuck out my sight right now, I’ll forget this ever happened.”
“Yes, sir!” said Cody hightailing it out of there. His cock was still hanging out of his blue jeans, but that wasn’t as bad as being as a cum dump or jacking on a stranger’s underwear. And this was just the beginning.
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