Leathrboy #1 debuting over at Telemachus - The Leather-Clad Lad is hypnotized into submission and milked of his rich teenboy cum!
Leatherboy betrayed by his secret, subconscious hypno slave, sex puppet desires is easily induced - his mind incarcerated, locked out of his memories - both mind & memories being massaged in the next deep dive sessions to be suddenly & completely deleted. Leatherboy’s free will so effortlessly manipulated, teased & swiftly, permanently erased. His physical & mental hypno states begin to ground themselves into him - in a short period of time & intense hypno control treatment of all varieties - chemical, electro, chip implant, sonic nipple rings & his surrendering subconscious - his state slowly becomes permanent. His captors drug him, forcing his body to quadruple its cum production, each dose filling each manipulators stomach with Leatherboy’s cream - they absorb his super powers, his super power’s just another thing no longer there, further making his condition slowly, but ever more permanent. His controllers injected themselves with a compound that mixes Leatherboy’s cum with theirs & a strong hypno potion - each time they blow a load into Leatherboy, they obliterate more parts of his memory. He is being programmed as his Masters’ agent of evil - Leatherboy’s first tribute to his new Masters - Lynx - secretly hypno spray his body suit - the chemical slowly diffusing through his skin. Lynx becoming high, horny & more & more obedient as his mind slowly & deeply turn to mush…
After the steamy shoot, the cocky buff models were tricked into a brainwashing room and exposed to its brain-frying strobing lights and insidious messages. In that blank state, with nothing else to occupy their attention, the studs inevitably got their free will, memories, and personality completely removed; leaving only an empty headed and submissive pack of muscle zombies. ⚡️
Drew had always been an absolute animal on the football pitch. The opposition teams absolutely hated to play him. The big final was coming up and the opposing team hatched a plan to get him out of the game.
Drew was heading home from training the week before the final, when he was approached by three men, who bundled him into the back of a van, before driving off at speed.
Drew was blindfolded by the men and dragged from the van into a building before being tied up and having the blindfolded removed. He recognised the men as players from the final opponents.
There was a big projector screen in front of him and headphones on the table. The headphones were placed over Drew’s ears and the projector was turned on. A spiral appeared on the screen and a voice began speaking on the headphones.
The men left the room and returned an hour later. They could see that Drew was completely broken. They were eager to see if the hypnosis had worked. So they untied Drew and to their amusement, he began stripping down to his jockstrap.
Once he heard the words “Doggie Drew”, Drew dropped to the ground and became a dog. The men began recording and opened the door of the building.
Drew began roaming the streets as a dog. Many of the locals recognised him and were astounded to see him rummaging through bins and relieving himself off lampposts and bins.
Drew was eventually picked up by the dog warden and taken to the pound. He was collected by his teammates who were totally despondent at his state.
Drew still got to go to the final, getting to be in the team photo, as team mascot.
I don’t think they knew it when they put it on, but that gear I laid out for my uncles here, was enchanted to turn any man who wears it into a dumbass, constantly horny, spandex-obsessed himbo for as long as they have it on. The longer they wear the tight spandex shorts and shirts, and the brain-wave helmets, the lower their IQ drops. And now, after an all-day ride together, they’re practically only as intelligent as a couple of monkeys. Look at them, goofing off, super dumb, absolutely no memory of who they were before the gear, no desire to take the gear off because it feels so good and makes them so horny and dumb. No thoughts, heads in those helmets pretty much empty. It’s adorable. I can’t force them to strip out of the gear, so there’s no telling how long they’ll be like this, or how much dumber they could possibly get, but I wanna see how much I can get them to obey me now that I’m basically a rocket scientist compared to them. The sky is the limit… I’m about to have fun with them.
The ex-marine was a perfect fit for his new job as a houseboy/butler. He was busy during a break from base and was at a beach working on his tan when a trainer from the company saw him. After a quick injection of their special solution, he becomes docile and followed the trainer back to the complex. After some time going through the processing, he was ready for sale. He, of course, went quick and now spends his day maintain an estate and him available whenever the owner wants to fuck his muscle ass or if there was any kink. This morning alone the owner had the former marine wear a bright pink thong with a soft round cottontail of a rabbit and the stupidest pair of Easter bunny ears as he served the owner his breakfast. He stood their silent in his stupid outfit silence with only his vibrator “Training Plug” working his hole.
Danny confidently strode down the sidewalk, his ginger dog pulling him along. The confident gym buff was lost in thought, planning out his day and how he was going to meet his buds that evening. He didn’t even notice the hulking man stomping behind him. Danny bent down and rubbed his dog’s slender face. The large man approaches Danny and his dog, his shadow enveloping the pair.
“Such a pretty little dog, aren’t you?” the older man cooed. His large hairy muscles pressing firmly against his dress shirt. Tufts of thick hair covered the man’s meaty forearms and chest. Danny looked up at the 40 something year old man. The man stared right back at him.
Danny stood back up, his eyes now fixated on the stranger. Even standing straight, Danny only reached the man’s collar bones. The man must have been at least 6’3. His broad shoulders and muscles were layered with a thick fatness. This only further intimidated the young 24-year-old.
“You can pet him if you want?” Danny shrugged. “He’s a young one. Loves attention. Especially behind his ear.”
“Mind if I-” The silver fox asked as he leaned in.
“Sure.” Danny agreed, his eyes travelled towards his dog, waiting for the man to bend down. But the man didn’t…
Danny felt an odd sensation emit from his head. He furrowed his brow as he realised what was happening. Still staring at the dog, Danny felt the old man’s hand run through his own hair in a soft repetitive motion. Danny looked at the man in confusion as the man continued to pet Danny’s head.
Danny, still taken aback by the whole situation, sighed in disgust. “What the hell are you doing? I meant the dog. Obviously, not me. The dog.”
“I am petting the dog, boy.” The man smiles softly, still rubbing Danny’s thick luscious hair. “And what a good boy he is…”
“Get off me-” Danny grabbed the man’s arm before the man’s hand slipped down behind his ear. He began scratching intensely. The scratching caught Danny by surprise. Danny’s entire train of thought was destroyed by the man’s fingers running behind his ear. His eyes rolling into the back of his head. Pleasure shot throughout his body, all emanating from the man’s thick fat finger scratches.
“That’s a good boy.” The bald man grinned deviously through his thick beard.
GOOD. BOY. The words repeated softly in Danny’s head, disrupting every part of his mind, not allowing him to form a single original thought. His mind completely focused on the head scratching and the older man’s captivating praise. ‘Good boy…’
“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk” Danny moaned leaning into the man’s head scratching.
“You’re such a good boy for your owner, aren’t you? Such a good boy.”
GOOD. BOY. OWNER. The words rang more intensely in Danny’s pleasure filled head. He felt his knees begin to buckle as pleasure shot through his groin, causing his cock to stand at full attention. Danny felt at peace as his owner continued scratching behind his ear, just like Danny always liked it.
Danny jumped backwards with a sudden jolt of energy. His rational brain kicking back into action. Why did he say owner? This man… this man wasn’t his owner.No one owned Danny… or at least he thought. But he was beginning to question whether that was true. What was the man doing to his brain? Danny still felt the remnants of hot warm pleasure flowing through his body.
As Danny spiralled into confusion, he felt a cold thick fabric make contact with his neck. The fabric wrapped around his entire neck and was solidified with a loud CLICK. Danny looked down to see a collar on his neck. A thick leather collar with a round metal plate hanging off the front. The plate read “REX”, followed by the contact information of a phone number that Danny had never seen before. Even more shocking, while Danny was looking at his new label, he realised he was completely naked. Butt naked. On complete display for the man to ogle at and sexualise.
“C’mere boy.” The fat muscle man motioned Danny over before noticing the 24-year-old gym buff was gaining too much self-awareness. He could see Danny looked panicked.
“Who’s a good boy?” The man condescendingly cooed at Danny. “You are. You’re a good boy!”
Another wave of pleasure washed over Danny, his eyes rolling back into his head. The hot sensation flooded his body, leaving him a sweaty moaning mess. His mind refused to think. Completely blank with the pleasure of his master’s words. He felt so relaxed. So at peace. So at home hearing his master’s affirmations.
Noticing that his magic words were succeeding in mindfucking his subject, the man continued to tease the boy.
“You’re such a fucking good boy. The best boy. I wanna breed your fuckable bouncy ass when we get home. Put a litter of pups in you!” The man enthusiastically laughed.
His owner’s affirmation shot the most intense pleasure through Danny. More intense than any orgasm. Than any drug. It was so addicting. So orgasmic. Danny wanted more. He wanted his owner to compliment him, flirt with him, fuck him… The heat shot through his legs, causing them to buckle even more intensely this time. Danny fell onto all fours, his tongue flopping out of his mouth. The good boy panted as drool dripped off his tongue, his eyes still in the back of his head. His cock grew harder and harder, gathering all his smarts and his sophistication in his balls, ready to be shot out onto the sidewalk. He began absentmindedly swaying his hips side-to-side, completely mindfucked.
“That’s right.” Danny’s owner hunkered down on this thighs and whispered. “Such a good dog.”
Danny, still drooling his brains out, felt a sensation building in his throat… a sound. A sound that was trying to escape his throat and expose his new self to the world. The sound built in his throat more and more. Another one shot up his throat, causing his cheeks to puff up.
“That’s it boy. Let it happen. Let it out. It’s natural. You’re just a dumb dog. Let the world know.” The man whispered sensually, causing Danny’s erect dick to pulse, ready to shoot out his brains onto the ground. Danny found his ass begin to shake violently, side-to-side, wagging his non-existent tail. Fur sprouted on Danny’s hairless chest and face. He moaned more and more intensely for everyone on the street to see. A complete spectacle for passerbys to witness.
He resisted. He couldn’t. Another sound shot up his throat and died in his puffed cheeks.
“C’mon Rex. Be a good dog, let it out!” Danny’s master demanded. He harshly slapped the boy’s fat ass, forcing out the humiliating sounds…
BARKKKK BARKKK BARKKKK
The feeling of letting out his true nature, his canine nature, sent Danny over the edge. With one forceful hump, Danny shot out all his human abilities and smarts onto the ground. His humanity and dignity was now just a puddle of cum on the tarmac. Cum that would be left behind and disintegrated by the sun and washed up by the rain, never to be seen again.
Danny was now “Rex”. The dumb obedient dog, that is ever so eager to please his master. Whether it be getting his ass fucked all day, waiting around in his cage for Master to come home or eating dog food from his dog bowel, Rex does it all. He does it for him… the person he loves the most. The only person that exists in Rex’s world… his owner.
Rex’s owner smiled. “C’mon boy. It’s time to go home…”
It was his dream to become a trophy for an alpha to use as he wished. No goals, no motivation - just service and pleasure.
After months of hard work, training and reprogramming of his ambitions, he has become fully transformed into a muscled up statue - all his desires have come true. Now, he doesn’t ever have to think for himself again.
Hello everyone here, Thanks for accepting me. I’m Mistress mercy by name, 30 years old, I’m looking for a good, honest, truthful, obedient and understanding slave to own and collar 24/7 in the Bdsm lifestyle again.
