I have four new suggested stories for patrons available now, based on suggestions from earlier this month. First, we have a tale of a young gay man given an opportunity to seek justice that had been denied. Second, we have a man struggling to lose weight, who decides to try hypnosis for assistance. Third, a man with a slobby neighbor finally learns why he seems to be the butt of every joke. Lastly, there’s a new drug spreading like pigweed through a rural community, with some interesting side effects.
They’re available for every patron supporting me at the $5 dollar level or higher! You can find more details about my Patreon page here, if you’d like to support me. Below is a sample from the second tale, to whet your appetite!
“And the files are really free?”
Ken looked at the chat he had with his friend online, and then went back to the site they were chatting about. It seemed a bit…sketchy, in all honesty. Some guy offering free hypnosis files to help guy’s quit smoking, or help them with their workout goals, or whatever else they might want. His friend, another bodybuilder, had been seeing some pretty impressive results, if Ken said so himself, and he attributed all of them to these files. Looking over the site, he saw that the guy also did erotic hypnosis, and that quite a few of his files seemed rather, well, perverse.
“Yes, they’re really free. He’s just some old guy who does it in his spare time. What are you so worried about, even? He can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do–that’s how hypnosis works.”
It was true, or at least, that’s what his friend kept saying to him. Ken sighed–he’d been stuck on this plateau for so long, he just wasn’t sure if there was anything that could really help. He’d been a big guy–fat, that is–and he’d decided to try and get into shape. It had been going well–he was down fifty pounds already, hovering around 210, but he hadn’t been able to keep it up, and he was getting frustrated. What did it really matter, he supposed, if they worked or not? In the end, he filled out a submission form on the site, detailing some things about himself, and what he wanted from his files, sent it off, and didn’t expect much from it. But the next day, he got a reply, with the guy asking for a video conference. His friend hadn’t mentioned that, but he threw caution to the wind, and found himself chatting to an older fellow about his interests. He seemed nice enough, and his natural charm disarmed a lot of Ken’s initial worries that he was just some pervert. The guy got a feel for him, and then said he needed to hypnotize him so he could find an induction that would work. The man put a few spirals on Ken’s screen, asking him to just relax. The first few didn’t seem to do anything, but the fourth…well, the next thing he knew, he woke up with a start, and the old man was back on the screen, grinning from ear to ear. He told Ken he would have the first file for him in a few days, and signed off.
The sensation had been…disturbing, but not unpleasant. He felt more awake and alert than usual that afternoon, and his workout was great–he had so much focus–but it didn’t last. He waited for the first file, and it arrived as promised, after a few days, along with the directions to watch and listen to it twice a day–once before his workout, and once before going to bed. He watched it that night, and didn’t even remember getting into bed, but woke up feeling relaxed and refreshed. He watched it again before his workout the next day, and that same focus was there, but even stronger. He could, just, do more. Push himself further. He was so pleased with the results, that when he got home, he was giddy…but something also felt a bit off. He went to jack off before bed, and before listening to the file…but couldn’t seem to get hard, for some reason. He watched the file again, and went to bed, but the next day, discovered something new–there was something on his cock.
It was a tight cage, held in place with a small padlock. He was so unnerved by it, that as soon as he found the key on the counter he unlocked it…but when he did, he felt…immediately guilty. He needed to be locked up. It was important to him. How else would he be able to focus on his workouts, if he wasn’t locked up all the time? He’d just…masturbate all the time, and forget to workout, and then he’d be some fat slob, jacking off all the time, and he didn’t want that, he didn’t want that at all! He quickly put the cage back on, hid the key, and got ready for his next workout…