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By a hypnotic power transmitted
through his website Tom turns Justin into
his slave.
Tom’s
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Justin didn’t remember how he
first came to Tom’s hypnosis site – he landed
there, but he was immediately
entranced: he had a deep fascination with
hypnosis and had always longed to
be hypnotized himself, made to obey a
master. He often imagined one
guy or another he saw in the street
dominating him, but was ashamed to
approach anybody.
As he read the text, passing by the
first picture of Tom staring at him, he
realized that it might be a set up,
that just reading the text might be
hypnotizing him, and that if he
continued he was consenting to being taken
over by somebody he didn’t
even know.
When he got to the second picture
of Tom holding a sky blue crystal on a
chain, his eyes looking directly
into yours, he became fixated on the
picture and soon began hearing
Tom’s voice speaking to him, and he was a
little afraid, but he couldn’t
resist surrendering to him knowing that Tom
was taking total control of him,
was getting inside him.
When he clicked on a link that said
pictures of me, he saw a powerfully
built guy without an ounce of fat
on him in a jock strap. Wow!
It was a warm night and he stripped
down to nothing, deciding that he needed
a shower. He caught site of
himself in the floor to ceiling bathroom mirror
and froze.
He had been careless about his
appearance. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, but
he was sloppy -- he dressed sloppy
and he’d let himself get out of shape.
Actually he’d never really
been in shape. But now he realized that he had
to be. He wanted it more than
anything else. He wanted to be like Tom. How
could Tom want to possess him if he
looked like this. And he wanted to be
possessed. He wanted to be made to
obey. Obedience meant discipline over
oneself. A slave had no right
to be negligent with his appearance. The
first rule of service was
obedience. The first rule of obedience was to
fulfil one’s obligations to
one’s master. Simply enough, he wanted to be
worth something. He wanted
his master, he wanted Tom, to be proud of him.
He had to present an appearance
that would show respect for and do honor to
his Master.
Next morning before going to work,
he signed up at the gym, and began a
daily work out routine, weights,
crunches, laps in the pool, the sauna,
massage. After two weeks,
there was a definite change. At the restaurant,
where he was a waiter, Benny, the
maitre d said, What’s happened to you? If
you get any better, we’re
gonna have to put you on the menu.
Thanks, Benny, Justin said, never
embarrassed when people looked him up and
down or gave him compliments, which
seemed to happening all the time now.
I’ve been working out.
Go for it, baby, Benny winked at
him.
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Justin turned on the computer and
stared into Tom’s image when it came onto
the screen, feeling the image of
Tom’s eyes staring commandingly into his.
He told himself that to go fully
into a trance Tom had sent him the trigger
phrase muscle boy, and that Muscle
Boy was also the name Tom wanted him to
call himself when he was in a
trance or working out, and that he was Muscle
Boy now, not Justin.
He looked in the mirror. He
was wearing a black spandex thong. The strap
pinched into his ass hole and he
was standing straight. With the index
finger of each hand he was gently
brushing his nipples and feeling them
stiffen. Suddenly he got a
strong desire for nipple rings. He pinched his
nipples and dug his nails into
them. In the mirror he saw his pointing
nipples, with small silver hoops
circling out from them, and he knew Tom
required him to get his nipples pierced.
Whatever he did now, he said to
himself he was doing because Tom was telling
him to. He really wasn’t
sure if this was just a game he was playing with
himself or if Tom really had sent
his power through the computer to dominate
Justin and turn him into Muscle Boy
and make him think it was just his own
mind game.
After Muscle Boy got his nipples
pierced, he set up his tripod and digital
camera, connected it to the
computer. He tried several poses but his
favorite was a front shot with his torso
twisted to the left, his head
turned as far left as it would go,
his left hand stretched out behind him as
if caressing a cheek, and the right
stretched behind him as if it were
circling the waist of the man who's
power cock was charging in and out of
him with supreme confidence, lost
in its own glorious pleasure. The man was
Tom. Each time he felt him inside
him he contracted, and when he felt him
pull out, he loosened and then
contracted again as that phantom cock went
all the way up him.
He got several good pictures, and
he sent them to Tom’s web site.
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