What was supposed to be the latest CoD mod with zombies ended up being the Echo Virus. Once activated on Jake's computer, it soon infected his brain, making him feel mindless and horny. He dutifully sent the file to his dad and all his male friends. Every man would soon know the pleasure of serving.

It's 4/20 and I'm in a weird mood. No offense to fellow Chicago Drew Skylar, but my honest to god first thought when I stumbled on his latest selfie: My god, I love the St. Thérèse of Lisieux painting in his bathroom.

When he calls your name, it all fades to black...
Bruno says it looks like rain
and in doing so he floods my brain
I'm dropping down to my knees
I'm begging him please oh please
Let me talk about Bruno.

Liam could have sworn when the strange entered the sauna suddenly that a cloud of light blue smoke followed him in. By the time the pheromones were coursing through his system, weaking his will power, Liam blamed it on the heat. The heat that was making him fall on his knees to quench a new thirst.

When you realize the reason we don't talk about Bruno is because he used his hypnotizing eyes and jade glass to make us forget what he made us do.

It had been incredibly easy to enslave his dad Joe. Robbie just massaged a healthy amount of the ooze into Dad's jockstrap. Dad came home from work, ready for his work out in the garage and went upstairs to change. 10 minutes later, he was calling Robbie upstairs. They then spent two hours gooning.

Robbie's brain was awash in purple bliss. He could feel the ooze coursing through his veins. He now knew why it had come with an empty jar along with the full one. He began to pump into that jar, not realizing that it now showed his blissed out face on the label. "Dad's gonna love this," he thought.

Tyler was surprised when he got the away game hotel roster. Kal usually stayed in coach's room. No worries. Kal was cool. Offered to show him something coach sent him to calm his nerves before a match. Five minutes into the sequence of flashing lights and spirals, thoughts about the match were gone.

Since Brock's master hadn't fully merged into his brain yet, he was forced to cover him with a hat. He also had to throw on sweats before his buddies came over to watch the game. He tucked a few master pods in the couch cushions. After a few beers, they'd emerge and he'd have goon playmates.

Kris tried to fight it. After seeing his little bro attach a slug to the side of his dad's head, he covered his ears. Bro and dad soon ripped off Kris' thin, nylon track shorts and attached a master to his ass. He was soon part of the happy puppetgooner family.

The pod Felix's mate on the construction crew attached to his vest bided its time. By the time Felix was distracted by the TikTok hole he had gone down, it unrolled itself and quickly slid its tendrils through his ear to his brain. He was the next victim of the alien puppetgooners.

Looks AI but he's real...

Those tatts feature Chicago imagery. Chicago is...my kind of town....

The weird green plant with the strange purple fruit was a strange house warming gift from the male next door neighbor. Tommy shoved it in the corner and unpaused the video game. By the time the alien slug's tendril had reached his brainstem, Tommy was hard and leaking. Dad would soon be home!

Dax was certain he'd be able to dispel the hype for the PsiFiber sock craze sweeping social media. Bros were obsessed and wouldn't stop talking about them. He bought a pair and realized the hype was real the moment he felt the warmth spread from his feet to his brain. He was soon naked and ready.

Tommy Wilson tried on a pair of the PsiFiber that were all the rage with male influencers. The socks pulsed; he felt it distinctly now. The warmth climbed higher, reaching his chest. He stripped and snapped a photo for the client website. A daddy would soon fill his holes. Another satisfied convert.

Influencer Brock Wolfe thought endorsing PsiFiber socks was easy cash. Now, those designer threads pulse hypnotic waves through his mind, turning the ripped influencer into a drooling himbo. He will soon obey every urge to serve older Daddies. His male followers? Next. #MindControl
#GayHypno

Two puffs of Hypno Kush and Chaz is gone: clothes off, body exposed, mind fracturing under Master's hypnotic commands. The new pot plague turns jocks into slaves. Who's next? #GayHypno #GayMindControl #HypnoKush #StraightToGay #MindFuck

"Pop," Dillon murmurs hypnotically, "Brotein in your shakes has you primed. Loose, eager, craving it direct from my dick." His stepdad's will dissolves before Dillon's eyes as he strokes and begs for the ultimate bro load. #GayIncest #Hypno #FatherSonFetish #MindControl

Chemistry major Dalton loved his summer job at the slushie shack at the water park. He would patiently bide his time until a lone suburban daddy would break off from his wife and kids. Dalton would offer a free special slushie and when daddy's mind was open, bust his cherry and then make him forget.

Holy crap does that look amazing!

Jenkins' white briefs were obscene with his arousal. The cotton fabric strained around the thick girth of his cock, the outline so clear they could see the veins, the ridge of the head, the wet spot where precum had soaked through. His balls, heavy and full, created a second bulge beneath the shaft.

The door opened. "You're all looking very comfortable," the Org President said, his voice a smooth baritone. "Comfort leads to openness. Openness leads to obedience. And you know what obedience leads to, don't you? This must be Jenkins," he added, patting the mindless man's head..

Benson snaps at Jenkins who missed a flight & the Org keynote. Bradley grabs his head, turning it to the glow of the TV glow as Thompson and Stadler hold him in place. Hypnotic waves wash over him. "Pleasure is obeying the Org" they all repeat in monotone. Shirts open, briefs bulging hard.

Brock climbed into the Uber, wrinkling his nose at the thick, sweet incense smoke filling the car. "What is that smell?" The driver smiled, "Most guys breathe deep and find it nice." "Nice, yeah," Brock sighed, going slack. 5 miles later, his cock was rock hard and ready to serve and obey.

"You're mine now, Daddy. My good suburban slave. My hypnotized daddy toy. Say it."

"I am..your hypnotized daddy toy," Chris repeated, the words becoming his reality, rewiring his brain.

"What are you?"

"A good daddy. A slave for Tanner."

"Good, daddy. Stare more at the swinging watch."

"Stroke it," Tanner commanded. "Slowly. Up and down. Feel how good it is to obey."

Chris's hand wrapped around his shaft. The contact made him shudder. He'd touched himself thousands of times in his life, but never like this. He stroked upward, squeezing at the top, smearing the precum down.

Good daddies obey. Look at the watch." Tanner produced the watch again. The gold filled Chris' vision, swinging, swinging.

"I stare at the swinging watch," Chris chanted, the words bubbling up from the trance-deep part of his brain. "I go deep."

"And?"

"I obey."

"Such a good daddy."

"Look at yourself," Tanner commanded. "Look at your body. This is a daddy's body. Built for service. Built for obedience. Say it."

"Built... for obedience," Chris slurred. He looked down at his own chest, seeing it through Tanner's eyes, as an object designed for admiration and command.

40yo suburban dad Chris Langford humored his next door neighbor's 18yo kid Tanner with his hypnosis trick. The light caught the swinging gold watch just right. Mind soon melted, Chris is down to briefs, cock throbbing. "Yes, I'm a good daddy. I stare at the swinging watch & go deep. Ready to obey."