A nerd-to-himbo hypno fantasy comes to life when Billy, Aaron, and Colton are pulled up onstage by a hypnotist! The three shy geeks are put under, with sexy suggestions implanted in their minds. Before long, they're bursting out of their clothes and becoming big, hunky, slutty, and stupid -- in public! This is an adults-only 3,800-word story, featuring erotic hypnosis, muscle transformation, pup play, obedience, public nudity, a leather daddy, a threesome, and explicit male-male-male sex. Individuals pictured are models and are used for illustrative purposes only. Here's a short “We’ve got a volunteer!” Tony shouted. “Come on up!” Blushing, Aaron made his way up toward the stage. He wore thick-rimmed glasses, a t-shirt several sizes too big, and some old jeans and sneakers, and he felt terribly self-conscious around all the big brawny muscle men who were wandering the street fair. “What’s your name, kid?” Tony said. “Aaron,” he replied, casting a scowl at Bill and Colton. His two friends had their phones out to take pics. “Aaron,” Tony said, holding up a card in front of his face. The card was printed with a spiral pattern, and Aaron could swear it was spinning. “Aaron. Aaron. How do you spell that?” “Aaron,” Aaron said, feeling oddly woozy. “It’s … A … A … R … it’s … sorry, it’s just … it starts with A …” “I know,” Tony said. “What’s the first letter?” “It’s … um,” Aaron said, staring at the spiral on the card. It was spinning faster. “The first … letter …” “What’s the first letter of your name?” came Tony’s voice. It was so far away. “I don’t … I can’t …” Aaron mumbled. “What’s your name?” called the voice. “I … don’t … I don’t know,” he said. What was his name? It was gone. He didn’t have one. He was just a body now. No name. Just a body. Just a body. Just a body. This feels good, he thought, and then as soon as he thought it he forgot. He could hear a voice -- what was it saying? There were words, but he didn’t understand. The words surrounded him. He was enveloped. He was inside the words. The words were inside him. “What’s happening?” he mumbled. There was the sound of laughter. “Good, very good,” came a voice. “Good,” he replied. “You feel good.” “I feel good,” he said, and it was true. He felt so good. “You feel sexy.” “I feel sexy,” he agreed. He did feel sexy. He felt so sexy. So hot. He was gorgeous, he knew -- so handsome, so perfect. “You’re so dumb,” the voice told him. “I’m dumb,” he said, and as soon as he said it, it was true. He was simple, happy, thoughtless and carefree. No ideas. Just sexy, comfy, stupid. “Come back, Aaron,” came the voice. “Okay,” Aaron said, shaking his head. He was confused for a moment. Where was he? Then he Up on stage at the street fair. He refocused and looked out at the crowd. His friends Billy and Colton were staring at him, jaws dropped. Aaron looked down at himself and saw that he was standing there wearing only his underwear -- tight white briefs -- the rest of his clothes in a pile on the side of the stage. He looked back at his friends. Why did they look so shocked? “How do you feel?” Tony asked.
I tell stories about the animalistic qualities of power, manipulation, and control.
By day, I'm a quiet government employee, working for a high-profile public figure. But as soon as I leave the office, I dive into a dark world of bondage and discipline that infuses my writing. I can be found at gay bars and sex clubs all across the west coast, sliding my hands under mens' clothes and letting them invade me in return. I like to journey from encounter to encounter, and then write steamy chapters about my experiences.
Sometimes I relinquish control of my body to other men, so they can control and manipulate me. Other times, I turn the tables, and seize control of the men around me. I love to explore what it means to dominate and submit, and I hope you enjoy reading about my adventures.