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Temporarily discounted hypnosis sessions if anyone is interested.

So I've thought about it and I'll definitely do it. I'm slashing regular prices for hypnosis sessions (which are usually 35/30 depending on if it's nsfw or not) by a quarter for the next 10 individual clients.

The quarter off sessions would cost 22.5/26.25$USD depending on if it's SFW or not for a two hour session, with the only real caveat being I'd require a review after the session in question detailing your experience with the session/how much you liked it.

All the same rules apply for said sessions.

**I have a full confidentiality agreement between my subs. You're free to say, feel, and experience whatever you like without fear of anything being disclosed.**

Just about any kinks are perfectly fine with me, no judgement here whatsoever and with a deep enough trance you can experience basically anything.

I **ONLY** do text hypnosis since not only do I rather hate the sound of my own voice, I'm never alone enough to do video/voice sessions.

Please make sure you have a full 2 hours for the first session since that's the one that'll take the most effort on both our parts due to laying out the induction/trance. After that's done we can use hypnosis for any number of things both erotic and mundane. I've helped people do everything from having various sexual experiences to helping them sleep/study better or have constant lucid dreaming.

If you dm me please state what you're interested in so we can discuss details!

I finally posted my first commissioned fic lmao. I think you'll really like it if you like mind control/hypnosis gay fiction

Unfortunately it’s a one shot since the commissioner only paid for a single chapter. I’m definitely open to continuing it though, or any of my other stories by brute forcing it (most of them are almost done but are in development hell), should anyone else pay me 20$ for a choose my own plot with your characters commission.

If you or anyone else is interested you’re totally free to dm me on discord at abyssmaluser#7790 so we can discuss what you want.

I have plenty of ideas for chapter two for this fic already haha.

if you don’t know the difference between a hare and a rabbit you’ve never gazed into the cold wild eyes of a hare and known that if it could speak it would speak backwards

“let people enjoy things” is quickly becoming a very dangerous phrase

This is so good

Vegas Holiday

Irish twins on holiday encounter a very exciting stage show in Vegas.

Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/mstgay3000

Sean and Michael Fitzpatrick were twenty-one year old identical twins from Ireland. They looked and sounded so much alike that even their parents had a hard time distinguishing them apart over the years. They used this to their advantage while growing up, and played around with their friends and family, a couple of mischievous pranksters. They would switch places with each other in class, cover for each other when in trouble with their parents, and had even dated each other’s girlfriends just for fun.

As they got older, however, the novelty of looking exactly the same started to wear off and even began to annoy them at times, especially as their personalities and interests divulged. Sean was the more intellectual of the two, and more introverted at times. He wanted to become an English professor, and spent a lot of time reading and writing. Michael was more outgoing, a party animal who still didn’t know what he wanted in life, and was the type that was rarely home.

They both had the same almond color hair, cut in the same style they had since they were kids, short with a little extra thickness that protruded from the top. They were tall, and had blue eyes, with thick brows arching over them, clean cut boyish faces with tapered jaws, long necks, and lovely, kissable mouths. They looked like brats as kids, yet had blossomed into a couple of hot, Irish studs. Sean usually wore long-sleeved shirts and jeans, while Michael was fond of wearing rugby shirts or sports jerseys, and usually with shorts. Sean was known as the “red” twin among his friends and family while his brother was the “blue” one, on account of their favorite colors, which usually showed up in their style of dress.

They were well aware how attractive they were and had no trouble getting any girls they wanted over the years, though Sean definitely held back on that for the sake of his grades. Michael, however, had no qualms about indulging the fairer sex, and had a different partner every week.

They maintained lean, toned up bodies by playing sports; Sean was always a swimmer, and still swam from time to time though he hadn’t competed in years. Michael liked playing rugby with his mates, despite being a bit too skinny to be good at it, which the lads teased him about endlessly.

It was summer break at their school, Trinity College, and they were spending their holiday overseas in the great City of Sin, Las Vegas, Nevada. Their parents had fully paid for the holiday, a birthday gift to them, and so far, they were thoroughly enjoying it. They had grown apart a little since they started attending Trinity a few years back, but the trip was doing a great job of bringing them back together.

It was evening now and they were in the midst of a fancy casino, waiting outside a showroom with groups of murmuring people, excitement in the air. They had tickets to see Grant the Amazing, a young up-and-coming stage magician and entertainer. Michael was surprised Sean had even purchased tickets. It definitely wasn’t the type of thing that was usually up their alley.

“You sure about this?” Michael said, tapping a life-sized cardboard cutout of Grant the Amazing with his knuckle. Grant looked only a little older than the two of them, maybe not even thirty yet. He had blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and a cheesy wide smile. His slender neck poked out of a form fitting magician’s outfit, gloves, hat, wand and all. He was quite an attractive young man himself, and looked more fit for some superhero young adult television series, rather than being the star attraction of a Vegas night show.

“Looks like a big poof if ya ask me,” Michael said.

“Shut it, Michael. You can’t say stuff like that here. Do you want us to be kicked out of here now?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just hope this Grant guy is worth our time. What made you want to get tickets to see this eejit anyways?”

“Well, we weren’t doin’ anything special tonight, so…”

“You weren’t doin’ anything special. I already had plans with a young lass I met at the bar last night.”

“Fuck’s sake, Michael, can you just keep it in your pants for one night?”

Michael laughed. “You kiddin’ me, mate? Look around ya. We’re surrounded by all these pretty women, just dyin’ for boys like us to show ‘em some craic. It’s mad you’d even want to go to a dumb kid’s show like this.”

“I just want to see one good stage show before we go home. And it’s not a kid’s show, it’s for mature audiences only, ya wanker. Besides, you owe me one for losing me jacket.”

“For the last time, I had nothing to do with that. Something wrong with that thick skull ‘o yours? You went off on your own and lost it yourself.” Michael sighed. He knew his brother could be as stubborn as he was at times. “Fine then. Enough gripin’. Here I come, Grant the Amazin’. Whoopee.”

“That’s the spirit,” Sean said. He knew his brother hated shows like this due to their experience with one when they were younger, but he appreciated him coming along anyways. The doors opened and everyone was seated. Michael and Sean had their own table near the front, and talked quietly amongst themselves while the show began. Sean got his phone ready to take some pictures, and the lights dimmed.

They sat through the warm-up act, which consisted of some not very funny comedians with raunchy humor, followed by a guy that used live animals in his act, with some crude and childish jokes thrown in. Michael loved the childish humor and laughed boisterously at the silly animal tricks, but Sean found the whole thing agitating. Finally, it was time for Grant to make his entrance.

The lights dimmed and smoke and sparks filled the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Grant the Amazing!”

The crowd erupted into enthusiastic cheers.

Grant the Amazing appeared on stage, dressed exactly like the cardboard cutout outside. He was taller and slimmer, yet also more handsome. His blue eyes were lit up like firecrackers, and his smile was magnetic. Several of his female fans were already swooning in their seats, many of them having seen the show several times. Grant took off his hat and bowed, and when he put it back on, he made a funny face.

“Uh oh. Something’s not right,” he said. He peered into his hat with one eye then wowed the crowd when he pulled a rabbit out of it. 

“Is that it?” Michael whispered; Sean hushed him.

It was not it, as it turned out. Grant pulled out several different things from his hat: two more rabbits, a bird that flew into the crowd, a string of endless scarves, and even an old boot stuck to a fisherman’s line. The crowd was in awe. A sly smile crept on Grant’s television-star face, and then he pulled out even more things, but this time of a more risque nature. He pulled out a gigantic vibrator that could have been used for an actual giant, an endless row of condoms, and even a half inflated blow-up doll. The crowd was in stitches. 

“Oh, this guy….he’s pretty good now, yeah?” Michael said while clapping loudly. Sean shook his head. His brother could be such a dolt sometimes.

Grant took the crowd through several raunchily themed tricks, sometimes with their participation. His lovely assistant, the scantily clad, buxom beauty Lola, also helped as well, catching the eyes of most of the men in the room, including the twins. She even winked at them at one point during the show, and made Sean blush.

Grant kept the crowd entertained and had them practically falling out of their chairs with laughter as he performed feat after feat, with the expertise and flashiness of a showman twice his age. Time flew by as he kept the crowd enraptured, until he finally got to the last act of his show—the hypnosis act. Sean felt especially excited about it, but Michael was less enthused.

“Can I have some volunteers tonight? Who wants to get hypnotized by Grant the Amazing? Don’t be shy. You won’t catch anything, I promise!” Hands went up, and Grant peered into the crowd, his hand on his pointed chin in a thoughtful pose. Lola stalked the crowd, looking for people to join the stage, her hips swaying seductively.

“Why don’t you go Michael?” Sean said teasingly.

Michael glared at him.

Sean fondly remembered the day well, years ago; Michael had volunteered for a school hypnosis show and by the end of it, he was clucking like a chicken on stage (among other embarrassing things). But even worse, the hypnotist did a lousy job of taking out the trigger words, and Sean and his friends used that on Michael for weeks afterwards, much to his dismay. They were able to get ahold of the hypnotist eventually and he finally undid his work, but the damage had been done: Michael hated hypnosis. He was far too vulnerable to it. His hatred for the art dimmed as he got older, but he would never take the stage again, that much was certain.

Sean always wondered if he himself was susceptible to hypnosis as well, given his brother’s apparent weakness. But he never had a chance to test that theory, and he really didn’t feel like going on stage either.

Once Grant had gathered his group of people together, five girls, and curiously, only four guys, he began the induction process. 

“Okay,” Grant said, as he circled his chosen participants, who were all seated. “First thing’s first. Let’s start with breathing. Everyone take big great breaths, breathe in, then–whoosh–breathe out. Come on everyone. In and out. Like we’re having lamaze class.”

People chuckled, and the participants on stage followed Grant’s directions. They took big, deep breaths, followed by big deep exhales.

“Feel more relaxed now with every breath in and out, okay people? That’s right. Breathing in slowly….then breathing out, ahhhh, just like that. Look at this guy here. He’s about to fall asleep already!” The crowd laughed as Grant pointed out an older gentleman who was taking the whole breathing exercise a little too seriously. Grant repeated his commands, but this time, he made eye contact with Michael, almost like he was instructing him personally.

“In and out, deep breaths, come on now. There’s nothing to lose from just breathing. You can do it.” He made exaggerated expressions to emphasize the breathing, yet didn’t break eye contact with Michael.

Strangely enough, Michael didn’t even realize that he was taking bigger, slower breaths as well. The way Grant was looking at him piqued something in his subconscious, as if he was back on stage himself, all those years ago, being directed by that same crap magician back in Ireland. In fact, now that he thought about it, the induction started off in a similar way too, didn’t it?

On top of that, there was something about Grant’s voice that really drew him in. Maybe it was his words, or his charisma, or his amiability, but he felt inclined to listen. Within moments, he found himself breathing deeply and taking bigger exhales. Sean didn’t even notice. 

“Breathe in as deep as you can, hold it all in, then exhale, letting your whole body relax. With each breath out feel all that tension just melting away in your bodies, wow, feels so good! As you breathe out, you feel even better. Your body feels so amazing, like it’s just taken a long soak in a hot sauna. It’s refreshing! All this from breathing. Doesn’t it feel great guys?”

Michael took a deep breath, then exhaled, and felt relief wash all over his body. Grant was right. He felt extremely refreshed already. He hadn’t even left his seat! He was taking longer and longer breaths without even knowing it, his body feeling better and better each time he exhaled.

“Let your mind quiet down as you breathe. Stop thinking. Stop worrying. Stop fantasizing about Lola,” the crowd laughed at that, “stop everything you are doing in your head and just focus on breathing. In and out, becoming more and more relaxed. Your mind, more and more quiet. Body slowing down with every breath, feeling better and better. Great job, guys.”

Michael’s chest rose up and down gently as he did as Grant suggested, in spite of himself. His mind was quieting and his thoughts (most of which were, as it turned out, centered around girls and Lola) started to dissipate with each breath. His body felt like he had just taken the world’s biggest muscle relaxer, and even his eyes were becoming half-lidded, his eyelids feeling heavier and heavier. He was strangely quiet for the first time during the whole show, as his body emptied itself of thought and tension. Grant’s soothing voice only made the whole process easier for him.

“Very good. Keep relaxing, let your body loosen up, feeling so good right now, feeling so good to let those busy brains have a break. Phew!” Grant gazed directly at Michael as he spoke. “Just remember, you want to be hypnotized. You want to go under. Even if you’ve hated it in the past, you’re willing to give hypnosis another shot. Listen to my voice and trust it. You want to be here everybody, okay?”

His words hit the Irish stud like an arrow and sent him even deeper into relaxation. Michael felt extremely good in his seat and even dreamily smiled back at Grant. He did want to get hypnotized….right? Is that why Grant was looking at him? Or was that merely coincidence? Whatever it was, maybe this whole thing deserved a second look….

Grant nodded his head as if he were acknowledging Michael, though, to anyone else’s eyes, he could have been addressing anyone in the audience.

“Doing nicely everyone,” Grant said, turning back to his subjects, “now I want you to hold your arms out and clench your fists. Clench them as tightly as you can. Focus. Make your arms as hard as steel. I wanna see some guns people, show me those arms! Focus any leftover tension, any leftover doubts or resistance, all into your balled up fists. If you had any bad experiences with hypnosis in the past, throw into your fists too. That’s it, guys. Just like that.”

Everyone on stage did as Grant said. Some of them had their eyes closed, and some didn’t. Their arms were stretched and taut. Michael, on the other hand, didn’t stretch his arms out, but he did clench his fists tightly where he was sitting. The muscles in his arms tightened as he subconsciously focused on his closed fists, his lips pursed tightly as he channeled all remaining tension into his hands. He thought about his crappy time as a hypnotized teen and sent that into his fists as well. He could feel any doubts he had trapped in his own palm, just as Grant said, though he was still completely unaware he was following along in the first place.

“You guys holding your fists as tightly as you can? Your arms nice and strong? Your guns ready to fire and shoot? Not at me, I hope.” The participants said ‘yes’, and Grant playfully touched their arms, demonstrating just how steadfast they were. Michael nodded quietly as well, while Sean watched the stage, fascinated by the unfolding scene.

“Now, when I countdown from three, you are going to open your fists, and release all that tension, all those doubts about hypnosis, all that resistance. You will feel a thousand times more relaxed than before, and your mind will become a thousand times more quiet. Even better, you will find yourselves going into trance. It’s that easy. Are you guys ready? You guys ready to go into trance?”

The participants said ‘yes’. Grant asked the crowd if they were ready to see his subjects go under, and the crowd chanted back that they were. Michael nodded his head, ignoring the very few, very quiet thoughts left in his mind that told him to snap out of it. He wasn’t on the stage! What was wrong with him? But the thoughts disappeared as quickly as they came, especially when he squeezed his fists just a little bit harder.

“Three…two…one!”

The participants opened their palms and felt an explosion of relaxation in their bodies, as their minds finally crossed the line into trance. Some of them knocked out completely, their heads bowed and their limbs loose and limp, shocking some in the audience.

Michael opened his fists and felt a flood of endorphins rush into his body. He sighed as his entire body, from his spine, to his arms, feet, legs, and neck, relaxed, a thousand times over, just as Grant said. His eyes glazed over as he entered trance. His mind’s thoughts evaporated completely, not a single thought left, and he became as mindless as the day he was on stage for the first time in his life, all those years ago.

Grant spoke into his mic again but his tone was grave and mysterious. “Close your eyes now if you haven’t done so already. Put those guns away and give your arms a break. Take deep breaths. You are in trance now. You are falling into trance with every breath you take, going deeper, deeper, deeper into hypnosis. Imagine a spiral in your mind. Spinning and spinning and spinning. You can’t look away from it. It’s taking you deeper, deeper, making you more relaxed, making your mind more quiet, making you feel so, so good. Nod your heads if you’re following along now.”

Everyone nodded their sleeping heads on stage—including Michael himself, the only person in the crowd to do so. His head had fallen to his chest and his eyes were closed. He saw the spiral in his mind that Grant talked about, and as it spun round and round, he found himself falling deeper into trance, just like the others on stage. He had no more thoughts except for the spiral, and felt extremely good in every part of his body, the good feeling increasing more and more with every rotation in his mind.

“Go deeper and deeper. Relax every muscle group in your body. Relax your face. Relax your neck. Relax your shoulders, arms. Relax your stomach. Relax your legs, relax your feet. Every breath takes you deeper into trance and relaxes you even more, making you more willing to do whatever I say, more willing to have a good time. You have no fears in trance. You have no shame about your body, no more inhibitions. You can do anything. Anything! You want to have a good time, just like the rest of us. And that’s what’s important right? That we all have a good time here tonight? Nod your heads if you understand.”

Michael and the stage subjects nodded their heads in their sleep. Grant was right. He did want to have a good time. That’s why he came to this stupid show in the first place! It was so easy to agree with Grant’s words when there was nothing in his mind to object to them.

“I want you to focus on your left hand now, everyone. As you go deeper into trance with every breath, your left hand will feel lighter and lighter. It will start to feel weightless, and rise, like a balloon, according to how deep your trance is. When it’s fully up, that will be your signal to me, and to all of us, that you are ready to have some fun, that you’re fully in trance, no more resistance left, no more inhibitions. Understand? Nod your heads if you understand.”

“Oh wow, this is gonna be good,” Sean said. He looked over at his brother who looked asleep in his chair. “Michael? Hey! Did you go to sleep, you wanker?”

But Michael didn’t respond. Sean clicked his tongue, then returned his attention to the show. What what a waste of a ticket! Sometimes his brother could be so annoying.

But then something else happened. Onstage, some of the participant’s hands began to rise, slowly, signifying their descent into hypnosis. People in the audience were in awe.

But then Michael’s arm started to rise slowly as well, and when Sean glimpsed it, he gasped.

“Oh no. Michael, you eejit!” Sean whispered.

He tried to put his brother’s hand down, to avoid catching Grant’s attention, but it only made more of a scene. Lola noticed it and whispered to Grant on stage. Grant turned his eye to their table, gave a gesture to the light operator, and soon, a big spotlight hit the twins’ table.

“Oh, well what do we have here, ladies and gentlemen? Looks like we have ourselves another willing subject!”

The crowd laughed, causing Sean’s cheeks to flush. Michael was asleep and holding his hand straight up, despite his brother’s antics, his mind completely enthralled and ready to do whatever Grant wanted of him.

Lola approached the table and asked for their names. Sean reluctantly gave it over, slightly disappointed that his only contact with Lola was due to Michael’s foolish behavior.

Lola delivered the information to Grant and he nodded.

“Michael? Can you hear me Michael?”

“Yes,” Michael said, making the crowd laugh.

“Do you want to come up here and have some fun with us tonight?”

“Yes,” Michael said sleepily. Sean covered his face and groaned.

“Then get on up here! Lola, take his hand and lead our new friend to us. We’re gonna have fun tonight!” Lola took Michael’s hand and led him like a toddler to the stage, his eyes still closed, while the crowd clapped for him. Sean finally surrendered to the situation and took out his phone. The least he could do was get footage of the whole thing. Michael was going to be so pissed at him once he found what happened, but at least he’d get a good laugh out of it himself.

“You are one of a kind,” Grant said. “It’s extremely rare for an audience member to get hypnotized during an induction. I wasn’t even looking at you! That must mean you, my friend, must be very good at being hypnotized. Do you like being hypnotized, by any chance?”

“No,” Michael said. The crowd laughed. Grant went on to ask Michael for some basic details, and was delighted to hear he was from Ireland.

“Top of the morning to ya, then, boyo!” he said for laughs. He turned to Sean. “You sure you don’t want to come up and join your brother?” Despite the crowd’s encouragement, Sean shook his head rapidly. He was far too shy for any of that stuff.

Grant smiled, then turned his attention to his subjects, all of them with their hands raised.

“Well, since Michael was so keen on joining us tonight, why don’t we make him the star of the show? What do you guys think?” Dogwhistles and hollers went off in the crowd. Sean chuckled to himself as he filmed everything for posterity.

“Listen to me now Michael. I’m snapping my fingers right now, and each time I do, you are going into trance deeper and deeper, ten times stronger than the last.” Grant snapped several times and Michael swayed gently on his feet, his arms becoming even more loose, as if they were about to fall from his shoulders.

“Lola’s gonna hit the music, Michael. And you’re gonna feel the need to dance. But not just any dance! This is a show for mature audiences after all. You’re gonna give a lap dance to every single person on stage. You just can’t help it. You want to dance your butt off for them. When you hear the music, you will open your eyes, and start shaking your moneymaker, do you understand?”

Michael nodded his sleeping face.

“Oh god,” Sean said with a grin.

Cheesy music started playing and Michael opened his eyes, his pupils glazed over. He made Grant laugh as he awkwardly tried to dance for him first, but Grant directed him to the sleeping individuals instead.

“Sorry Michael, but I’m already taken!” he said.

Michael went to every single person on stage and gave them a rather heated lap dance. He put his hands behind his head, and swung his pelvis around, right in everyone’s face, no matter who they were. Grant got the crowd going, and even made the stage participants get into it with some added suggestions, making them enjoy it, even the men. One of the guys even licked Michael’s crotch, which had the crowd in an uproar. Another person hugged Michael’s waist while he grinded and swiveled.

“Oh, but guess what Michael? Turns out that giving lap dances really works up a sweat. You’re going to go and give every person a lap dance again, but each time you do, you will feel so hot that you’ll have to remove a piece of your clothing too.”

“Jaysus,” Sean said. He almost felt sorry for his brother. Michael did as he was told, and started removing piece after piece of clothing as he completed his rounds, a shoe here, a sock there, his blue jersey, his shorts—everything except his underwear (something which Grant was very careful to avoid). Grant announced Michael as the world’s hottest new male stripper, and the crowd was in love with him.

He had Michael stop and fall asleep on the stage. He fell into a heap as he gave directions to the other stage members to get their own clothes off too. Soon, the stage was full with half naked men and women.

The next thing Grant did was order everyone to start grinding with each other like they were at a club, their horniness amped to the max. However, nobody could use their hands or even touch each other. The crowd was in an uproar again as people clumsily tried to make contact with each other, yet there seemed to be invisible barriers around all of them. Sean couldn’t help laughing either. His brother seemed to be growing frustrated that he couldn’t touch any of the girls onstage, no matter how hard he tried to rub his body against them or grab them. Then he tried to go after Lola. Grant reeled him in before that could happen, but not without a few belly laughs himself.

The group continued their stage adventures throughout the rest of the hour, and even went out into the audience at one point to dance for dollars. Michael showed up at Sean’s table and started mindlessly dancing for him, and even started grinding against him in his seat.

“Oh no, get off me!” Sean said.

Sean laughed his head off while taking footage of the whole thing with his phone. He couldn’t believe how deeply hypnotized Michael was! His eyes were glazed over like glass, and it didn’t even look like he had blinked the whole time. Michael made lusty faces at him from time to time, which mortified him, yet also tickled him. He was glad when Grant recalled everyone to the stage. The last thing he’d ever thought he’d see was his brother’s crotch in his face, which was both hilarious and embarrassing.

The last thing Grant did was have Michael touch his toes. Then, every participant went and gave him a pantomimed rear ending with very exaggerated reactions, as if they were having the most explosive orgasms in their lives, even the women. The crowd was in hysterics. After they had spent themselves, they went back to their seat and immediately went back to sleep. 

When they all had their turn with Michael, Grant held his arm up triumphantly, the last one standing, and the crowd cheered for their new favorite sleeping subject. Then he made Michael have a faux orgasm on stage, just from touch alone, the biggest one he could ever imagine. He moaned loudly and dramatically before crumpling into a heap, leaving the crowd (and his brother) in tears. Grant then had Michael take his seat, and sent him spiralling into a deep sleep like the others, his head flung back on his chair.

The show was over, and standing ovations were in order. Sean had thoroughly enjoyed it, surprising even himself. Lola helped to empty the room, and Grant said he would be sending the stage subjects back to the audience after he cleared their trigger phrases.

Sean waited outside the showroom. He had already put several photos on his snap and insta, and even told his mum about it.

He noticed each of the stage participants leave the room, one after the other. But Michael was still left inside. Figured. A big dummy like him probably needed an hour or more to get the hypnotic conditioning out of his system.

Strangely enough, an hour did pass. Michael still hadn’t shown up. He sent a text to his brother and asked him where he was.

“I’m going out. Met some people backstage. This Grant guy is pretty savage, gonna hang with him for a bit, maybe get Lola’s number for you. See you at the hotel. Don’t wait up.”

Sean felt a little uneasy. He knew Michael could be outgoing, but it all seemed a little too convenient. But Michael was a big boy. He was sure he could take care of himself. He wished he could have been invited too, but oh well.

He left the area and spent the rest of the night at the casino, had dinner at a buffet, then went back to his hotel for the night, feeling a little left out.

But Michael hadn’t left the stage.

Grant stood in front of him, a lusty gleam in his eye. Everyone was already gone, except Lola.

“You gonna pay me or what?” Lola said.

“It’s in the hat. Get your check and get out of my sight.”

She clicked her tongue and collected her dues from Grant’s hat, which was resting on a stool nearby. She took one last look at Grant and Michael, a disgusted look on her face, then was out of there.

Grant leaned down and stroked Michael’s sleeping face. Michael was still in his boxers.

“You’re a really nice catch tonight, aren’t you Michael?”

He made Michael nod by pushing his chin up and down gently.

“Listen to my voice, Michael. You are still in trance. But now, I want you to refer to me as master. You will do whatever I ask of you, no matter how uncomfortable or gay it may seem. Your obedience to me is absolute. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, master,” Michael said.

“Good boy,” Grant said. “The very first thing we are going to do is leave this place. We are going back to my hotel room….and you’re coming with me.”

“Yes, master.”

Grant raised Michael’s sleeping face upwards to face his, then leaned down and kissed him. His pillowy lips felt wonderful and his tongue reached in and caught a delicious taste of alcohol and mint. It was going to be a great night.

*******

When Sean woke up the next morning, he was surprised to see Michael’s bed unused.

“Oh come on now….actin’ the maggot on our Vegas trip, you serious Michael?” 

He got up and got dressed, then checked his phone. No texts. He messaged Michael but didn’t get anything back either.

He started to feel worried. He thought about calling the police, or even telling his mum, but he didn’t want anyone else to be worried either. Michael had done this sort of thing before, but never when they were on holiday by themselves. They didn’t even know anyone in Vegas.

The last person he knew he was hanging out with was Grant himself, so he headed back to the casino. The showroom was unlocked, and the room was empty, except for some people cleaning the place. He spotted Lola on the stage smoking a cigarette, and headed towards her. Up close, Lola looked nothing like her beautiful, glamorous self from the previous night. In fact, without her makeup or hair done up, or provocative dress wear, she looked bothered and tired. 

“Hi,” Sean said. “Sorry, but I was here at the show last night, do ya remember me?”

Lola didn’t even bat an eye at him.

“This is gonna sound weird, but my brother was hanging out with Grant last night, and he never came home. Do you know where I could find him?”

Lola let out a puff of smoke and chuckled.

“Grant the Amazing….more like Grant the Faggot,” she said under her breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. Listen kid. You want Grant? Here’s his hotel address. Good luck.” She handed Sean a card with a room number scribbled on the back.

“What do I need luck for, if you don’t mind me askin’? I’m just lookin’ for my brother. Is he okay?”

Lola laughed and walked away, smoke trailing behind her, her hips swaying.

Despite the strange encounter, Sean was happy he had an address at least. He took off immediately, and within a couple hours, had made it to Grant’s hotel, on the other side of the strip.

Grant’s room was at the very top of the hotel, a penthouse suite. He knocked on the door but there was no answer.

“Grant? Er, Grant the Amazing?”

He tried turning the knob, and to his surprise, the door opened. The insides were lovely and modern, with what looked like a great view of the city, but there was no one inside, from what he could tell.

“Anyone in here? Sorry to be a bother but….hello?”

He turned a corner and his face fell at the sight before him. He saw his brother, alright, but he was naked, sitting in a fine leather sofa chair.

“Michael!”

Michael was sitting comfortably, but he was staring at nothing in particular, his cock stiff between his legs, his clothes, socks and sneakers, strewn on the floor. He didn’t react to Sean. He didn’t even blink. It was bizarre. Sean wondered if he was doped up on anything.

Sean heard a door open nearby, and Grant stepped out, in a bathrobe and slippers, surprising him.

“Oh, so glad you could join us Sean,” he said, a big show business smile on his face. “I wasn’t expecting you until later, but lemme guess—you got a tip from my nuisance of an assistance, am I right?”

Sean ignored him. “What the bloody hell did you do to my brother, you arsehole?” Sean was feeling a mixture of fear and anger, his fists clenched tightly. He was a little surprised Grant even recalled his name.

“He’s taking a little break right now after working all night long. I’m giving his mind and body a chance to relax while he falls deeper into hypnosis. See? Look at him. You can tell how deep in trance he is by that beautiful blank look in his eyes.”

Grant waved his hand in front of Michael’s face and there was no reaction, which chilled Sean.

“Would you like a preview of what your brother is currently focusing on? I’m sure Michael would be happy to share it with you.”

“No. Fuck off!”

Grant ignored him. “Oh Michael? When I snap my fingers, I want you to repeat the phrase playing endlessly in your mind right now, the same phrase you are believing in more and more as you repeat it.”

Grant snapped his fingers.

Michael repeated his mantra, his voice flat and lifeless. “I am a mindless slave….I live only to serve the master….I am a mindless slave….I live only to serve the master….” 

Grant laughed, then snapped his fingers again, and Michael shut his mouth.

“Get away from him!” Sean ran towards them, but before he got a few steps forward, Grant uttered a phrase:

“Freeze, Irish boy.”

Sean gasped. His body snapped to attention, like a soldier, and he froze in place, as if he were suddenly wrapped with invisible ropes. He tried to move his body but it was futile. He couldn’t even turn his head.

“What…what did you do to me? I can’t move!”

“That’s kind of the point, smartass.” Grant said, walking fearlessly right up to Sean. Sean felt his heart race as he stared off face to face with the handsome entertainer, completely at a loss at what just happened to him. Did Grant the Amazing just use a trigger phrase on him? How? He wasn’t even the one that got hypnotized last night!

“You are so cute when you’re afraid. Just like your brother. I woke him up out of trance a few times last night and you should have seen how he reacted when he was in the same position as you. Called me all sorts of nasty Irish curse words. Really got my loins fired up.”

“How did you even….”

“Get a trigger phrase to work on you? You silly goose. This isn’t even the first time we’ve met. It’s the third time, technically.”

“What?”

Grant patted Sean’s cheek, which infuriated him, then had a seat on Michael’s lap, careful not to sit on his big, hard, pink cock. He wrapped an arm around Michael’s lean neck, and stroked his passive, unblinking face. It made Sean sick to see his twin in such a strange, vulnerable position. He wanted to toss Grant right out the window.

“You see, Sean, the first time we met was at a bar. You were there cruising for girls, and I was there cruising for….well, guys like yourself. Young, hot, dumb and vulnerable.”

“I am not dumb.”

“But you are vulnerable—to hypnosis that is. I recall the scene very well. We got to talking, and you spilled your secrets like a chatty little squirrel, probably due to the alcohol in your system. Don’t you remember? You were telling me all about how you just turned twenty-one.”

Sean glared at Grant.

“You told me about your vacation, your studies at ‘Trinners’, as you called it, and of course, about your identical twin brother, who was out partying on the other side of town at the time. The whole time we talked, I was hypnotizing you by seeding various phrases into my words, making you feel more relaxed, more at ease, and best of all, more fatigued.”

“No….that’s a load of shite, there’s no way….”

“The more alcohol you got in your system, the easier it was to wrap your brain with subliminal suggestions. I had you wrapped around my finger like string, Sean. Before you knew it, you followed me out of the bar where I put you into trance, for real this time. I hypnotized you on the spot, out of sight of everyone, and then we made it back to my hotel room, for even more fun—if you catch my drift.”

Grant winked, then affectionately stroked Michael’s face again, and Sean felt his skin crawl. How dare this stupid poof make such outrageous claims! Grant was utterly full of shite….or was he? Why couldn’t he remember anything about that night? He recalled going to a bar, but then everything afterwards turned up blank. There was no way he spent a night with this sick creep!

“I can see the doubt in your eyes, Sean. I’m used to it. Nobody believes how good I am at hypnosis because of my age, which is only about five years older than you guys, believe it or not. But hypnosis is everything to me. It’s how I got my start in show business, by subtly mesmerizing various promoters. Don’t believe me? Then let me show you some proof.” Grant got up, and fetched something out of the closet: the missing jacket that Sean accused Michael of losing at some point during their trip. But then it dawned on him. He had a sick realization that maybe Michael wasn’t the one that lost that jacket after all. And if that jacket was already here at the penthouse, then that could only mean—

“Oh my god,” Sean said.

“Yeah,” Grant said, sitting back down again. “You and I have a little history, ‘mate’. In fact, when I snap my fingers, you will recall what we did.”

“No, please!”

Grant grinned and snapped his fingers. Sean groaned as his mind was filled with missing memories, as if the holes in his brain were filled. He recalled Grant rubbing against him in a dark alley, outside the bar. He could even feel his tongue down his throat. Grant’s hand reached for his crotch and started rubbing his cock, and worse, he was fine with it. Happy even. He even kissed the guy back. 

Grant had put him into a trance against his will, and he recalled everything they did that night: Grant had taken him back to this very same penthouse, and they had fucked and sucked each other all night long, until they were both sore and hurting.

That’s why he felt exhausted the next day. Michael teased him about his long night out, but it wasn’t until now that he actually remembered it. He felt sick to his core.

“You….you bastard!”

Grant chuckled.

“I’m so glad you remember now. Anyways, after our fun I set you up with some trigger phrases, like the one holding you in place now, but I also made it very clear for you to get your brother, in any way possible, to my next show. Got you tickets and everything.”

Sean groaned. Now he recalled how he got the tickets in the first place! He never bought them. He never even wanted them. Grant had given them to him, and it was also why he was so adamant that Michael join him. Grant was the cause of everything! He felt terrible in that moment. It was his fault poor Michael had got caught up in this awful mess in the first place.

Grant loved the tortured expression on Sean’s face, and continued to make it worse for him.

“I loved when you told me about your brother’s previous experience with hypnosis. I made sure to craft my induction last night just a little bit differently to capture his attention. Your brother was a wonderful subject, by the way, and very easy to bring under my power. A little eye contact, a couple of sympathetic gestures, a change in tone—he was mine the minute he set foot in my show. Just like you at the bar.”

Grant leaned in and snuggled in Michael’s nape. Sean screamed for help, desperate for someone to hear, but Grant merely rolled his eyes.

“Oh, my cute little Irish muffin. There’s no help for you. Or your brother. In fact, why don’t you go to sleep now, sleepy Irish lad?”

Sean’s blue eyes widened, then rolled into his skull as his head fell forward to his chest. Everything Grant had said was true; he was already deeply hypnotized by him, already his slave, and now, he had inadvertently brought his brother into the fold. He had spent a wild night of sex with the sneaky entertainer earlier in the week, and now, was about to spend another one with him. The twins were doomed.

Grant got up and took off his robes. He circled Sean in his birthday suit, his cock becoming rigid already as his mind fantasized about what he’d like to do about the sexy sleeping lad in front of him. He never had the pleasure of playing with twins before, and couldn’t wait to dig into both of them. Double the fun.

“Listen to my voice now, Sean. You are back in trance, a thousand times stronger than the last time we met. Every breath you take, every second that goes by, takes you deeper, makes my hold on your mind even stronger. You are becoming more and more obedient to me and willing to do whatever I ask, no matter how obscene, even if it involves your brother. Your allegiance is to me, and no one else.”

“Yes, master,” Sean said. The words made Grant’s skin tingle. He had made sure Sean knew his place the last time they had fun together, and it seemed he never forgot. ‘Master’. He never got tired of hearing that. He put his hand on Sean’s shoulder.

“You know what we missed last night, Sean? We missed you! It was no fun having your brother up there on the stage last night, dancing all alone. So let’s remedy that. What I’m going to do is play some music. And when you hear it, you are going to feel the need to dance, just like your brother did last night. In fact, you want to dance for your brother himself! He makes you sooo hard, oh yes he does. You will give him a lap dance, and it will make you so hard to do it, so happy. It will be your greatest pleasure. Not only that, but as you dance, you will feel compelled to take your clothes off, piece by piece, just like Michael did last night, which in turn, will make you feel even harder. Hornier. You get all that, Sean?”

“Yes, master.”

“You really are a smart cookie, aren’t you? Michael said so himself.” Grant rubbed the bottom of Sean’s chin affectionately. His cock was already feeling hot. He grabbed his phone and played some cheesy electronic dance music, eager to see how things would play out.

Sean opened his eyes, just as glazed over as Michael’s now, his mind fully entranced. His gaze landed on his brother and he grinned. Grant felt extremely turned on by his smirk. The brothers had the exact same smile, and it made him melt every time he saw it. He almost got hard on stage during the show last night, just from looking at Michael’s.

Sean moved with the beat towards his brother, his hips swaggering, his hands reaching for the back of his head, fingers clasping together. He was a pretty good dancer, Grant thought. Michael remained completely still and expressionless, even as his brother’s shadow enveloped him. Ordinarily, he would have very choice words about the whole ordeal, but Grant’s hold on his mind was ironclad, and he was too busy going deeper into his own mental loop, repeating the mantra in his mind that Grant had installed earlier.

“There we go, Sean, give it to him baby. And as you do so, you are getting harder, and also going deeper into trance. That goes for you too, Michael.” Grant stroked himself as he watched the scene unfold, his cock throbbing in his palm. It was remarkable how much the boys looked like each other; if not for Sean’s clothes, he would never have been able to tell them apart.

“Both you boys are going deeper and deeper into trance the more you get hard, both of you are becoming more and more mindless as the music plays.”

Sean began taking his shirt off, his agile, toned torso identical to Michael’s, right down to the birthmark behind his right shoulder. Grant whistled as he watched, loving how Sean grinded his crotch against his brother’s expressionless face. Sean was becoming more and more heated in contrast to Michael’s neutral, hypnotized expression. Michael’s cock, however, started throbbing vigorously, his body reacting to Sean’s actions, just as his master commanded.

Sean took off his sneakers, one by one, then pulled his socks off, giving a small shake of his rear between each piece removed. Grant was pleased to see his bare feet, just as perfect as his brother’s, with the same beautiful toes. Sean danced faster and more passionately with the rise of the music’s tempo, biting his bottom lip as he did so, happy to entertain himself and his brother—not that Michael showed any of it on his face. Michael’s cock, however, was pumping precum as Sean twisted and writhed in his lap.

The jeans came off next, with Sean’s cock bursting in his briefs. He was so hard for his brother! Why did it feel so good? He felt even more rigid and lusty with the jeans gone, and rubbed his wet, tenting bulge all over his brother’s mesmerized face, both of them precumming profusely from it. He sighed and smiled as his hips swiveled, while Michael stared blankly ahead, his handsome features warping slightly as Sean rubbed himself with more and more passion. Sean grabbed Michael’s limp hands and put them on his waistband, then slowly used his brother’s own arms to drag the last piece of clothing off, his pecker popping out of its cotton restraints and almost hitting Michael right in the face. Grant was delighted by Sean’s huge, identical cock. He  stroked himself rapidly as the briefs slowly pulled down his thighs. The boy was seriously mindfucked.

Sean danced his way out of his briefs with his brother’s help, and when he was fully naked, he moaned happily and began dancing even harder. His big pecker started swinging all across Michael’s blank face, smacking his features at times and spreading precum all over it, while Michael’s own cock leaked precum into his lap. Sean moaned and hooked his leg up on the chair, and started rubbing his cock all over any part of his brother he could get. Grant whistled as he watched. Sean was as devious and wild as Lola herself during her nights off!

He could tell the boy was about to cum, and he ordered Michael to cum as soon as he felt his brother’s jizz land on him.

Sean moaned louder and danced even more wildly, swinging his big cock all over the place, until he finally jizzed from his own actions alone, cumming all over Michael’s inexpressive face. He laughed and used his big cock like a paintbrush, smearing his gunk on his brother even further, and only seconds later, Michael erupted right below him, coating his own thighs and wetting his brother. Sean was delighted to feel it. The boys weren’t the only ones that got release: Grant did as well, totally satisfied by Sean’s performance, which was far hotter than he anticipated.

“Very good boys,” he said breathlessly, readying himself for another round. Sean was still moaning and hissing and dancing on his brother, even as his cum dripped down Michael’s face like sweat. 

“We’re not done yet though. Get hard again. Neither of you can get soft today, oh no no no. When I say ‘go’, Michael, you will wake up from and be back to normal, as will you Sean. You will still be in trance of course. I want you both to get so uncontrollably horny for each other, just like Michael did on stage last night when he thought he was dancing at the club. Only this time, you will be able to put hands on each other, and whatever else you want to as well. As you dance with each other and listen to the music, you will become more and more deeply entranced, and more and more horny for each other. Now, go!”

Michael blinked rapidly, not even bothering to wipe the cum off his face. Sean smiled at seeing his twin wake up, and gave him space. 

“There you are,” Michael said. “Thought you’d never come.”

“I’m about to cum soon, but you better hurry if you want some.”

Michael returned his brother’s smile and stood, coming face to face with Sean, the two of them looking like mirror images of each other.

Then, they began making out with each other, their inner lusts for each other’s bodies drawing them together like magnets. The music got faster and louder, sending both of them into a lust filled frenzy. Sean licked the cum clean-off from Michael’s face as they bumped and groped each other wildly, their tongues mixing, their mouths moaning, their hard cocks pulsing violently between their lean bodies. Their hands and arms roved all over each other’s backsides, and they moaned and hissed, both of them breathless and sweaty, as if they were in the midst of some drug induced orgy. Grant moaned as well, thoroughly enjoying how the brothers just couldn’t keep their hands off each other, a testament to his own work on their vulnerable minds.

Michael turned his brother around, then wrapped his hands around his trim waist. Sean rubbed his supple backside against his brother’s crotch, while Michael chased after his ear and neck with his tongue, both of them moaning and grinding while the music played on. Michael’s hand reached for Sean’s cock and he started pumping it, causing Sean to moan even louder. Michael buried his face in Sean’s neck, while Sean rubbed his rear against Michael’s cock even more furiously, and within moments, both of them came once more—but neither got soft. 

Grant’s hypnosis was so powerful on their minds that their bodies could do whatever he asked, even stay awake for several days at a time if he wanted them to. His technique far surpassed any ordinary stage hypnosis, and he had even conditioned himself to stay hard and give multiple orgasms as well. He was probably going to need them tonight.

Grant came once again as he watched the boys dance and grind, and continued to give commands to them.

“Get on the floor. Sixty-nine each other. You know you want to! Suck on each other’s cock and give in to the pleasure, both of you so eager to eat each other, which in turn, pleases your master. And we all know, that is what really makes you happy.”

The boys fell to the ground immediately and clumsily got into position, their mouths a perfect fit for each other’s cocks, their bodies the perfect lengths for each other. They sucked on each other like babies to the bottle, their eyes half-lidded with lust, their cheeks bulging, their fingers and toes twitching as pleasure coursed through them. They moaned and mumbled and their lips overflowed with cum as they came several times into each other’s throats, their display also causing their master to cum as well. Grant moaned happily as he came down from his orgasmic high, his mind already racing with another idea for his new favorite playthings.

“Suck on each other’s feet. Save some of that cum in your mouths for each other’s toes. You love the taste of each other’s feet just as much as you love each other’s cocks. Get to it! Both of you are now a couple of mindless foot sluts. Your lust is amplified every time I snap my fingers. Go, go, go!”

Grant snapped his fingers rapidly. The boys pulled out of each other then sat up, then snatched each other’s soles into their hands. Their tongues spread the bits of cum they still had in their mouths all over each other’s soft soles and long toes. They worshipped each other ravenously, sucking on each other’s toes, slobbering over each other’s arches, their eyes sometimes rolling up from such a blissful taste. Their cocks twitched excitedly between their legs, and with Grant’s permission, they even gave each other footjobs, spreading even more jizz across the balls of each other’s feet. Grant loved every second of it.

“Remember when I had you bend over last night Michael? When I say ‘go’, I want you to get into that same position once again. And Sean, you are going to give it to your brother from behind, and just like the others last night, it will be the most wonderful, most explosive orgasm you’ve ever had in your twenty-one years. Do you both understand?”

The boys took each other’s toes out of their mouths to give a monotone ‘yes, master’, then returned to their feasting.

“Go.”

The boys stopped worshipping and Sean helped his brother up, both of them licking their lips for the last of that savory taste. Michael got into position and touched his toes, and Sean took the rear end. Neither were butt virgins as they had both been subjected to Grant previously, so Sean had no trouble slipping into his brother. His cheeks turned cherry red and he winced as he made it inside, and then he began pumping, moaning breathlessly as he did so.

“That’s it Sean. That’s the spirit. Go deeper into Michael, deeper into pleasure, deeper into my servitude, and deeper into your hypnosis. Every thrust feels so good, and is going to feel even better the closer your get to that explosive orgasm we talked about. Same for you too, Michael. You just love having your brother’s cock up your ass. It feels so great, makes your cock feel even better. You can’t wait for him to cum inside you, because it’s going to make you cum as well!” 

Grant stroked himself absentmindedly as Sean drove himself deeper and deeper inside his brother, his features screwing up from the mix of intense pleasure and pain flowing through him, his waist hitting Michael’s rear with more and more impact. Michael trembled and grunted, his own cock bouncing around and hard as rock while his brother gave it to him, both of them becoming more and more consumed with mindless pleasure. Michael could barely stand up given how hard Sean was giving it to him; he struggled to touch his own cum smothered toes, moaning in agony as Sean got closer to the finish line.

Finally, Sean came mightily, a real authentic load, not a fake one like the orgasms from the previous night. He yelled as if it really were the most earth shattering orgasm he ever had, his whole body quaking as it ripped through him. Michael followed suit, cumming all over himself, his cock like a hose, while Sean became a battering ram at his brother’s backside. Grant stroked himself to another orgasm, thoroughly entertained by the show….and then he had the brothers switch places.

Michael fell to his knees in his own cum, his breathing ragged, cum dribbling out of his hole. Grant gave him a few moments to recover as Sean stood next to him, effortlessly touching his toes, his cock hanging from his waist. Then, Michael arose, his cock hard once again. He smiled, still panting and sweating from the ass beating Sean had given him, but more than ready to give it right back to his twin.

“C-can’t wait…” he said.

“Get inside me, hurry it up now,” Sean said.

Michael grabbed Sean’s hips, then took his pecker inside him, and then proceeded with the second part of their hefty double act. Both of them were moaning again, and Michael’s eyes rolled into his head as he slammed against Sean’s buttocks again and again with feverish abandon. Within moments, they were both cumming once again, with Michael making an even more dramatic display, Sean’s legs wobbling as he took it, cum dripping down both ends. They thoroughly pleased their master with their performance, and fell over after they were done, both of them a mess. When they were done, Grant gave them both a break—by having them lick the cum off each other.

He watched as his two new favorite Irish boys licked each other’s bodies clean like kittens, their faces dazed, their eyes blank and glassy, a smile of satisfaction sometimes crossing their flushed faces. He knew they were both as mindless as kitchen utensils, and it made his cock throb even harder.

It was about time he got in on that action, and sampled the boys for himself.

“Boys, when I start another song up, I want you both to come and give me a lap dance. You will dance for your master which will be your greatest pleasure yet, ten times more pleasurable than what you guys just pulled off. You will do whatever it takes to please your master, using your bodies to the best of your abilities. Understand?”

The boys mumbled that they did, their mouths still busy cleaning each other’s cum up.

Grant played another song on his phone, with a perkier beat, and the boys stopped what they were doing and pulled away from each other. They turned their cum-covered faces towards their master at the same time, both of them in synch with each other. Then they got to their feet. They walked towards Grant, both of them already grooving to the music, and Grant opened his arms wide as both boys danced on his lap as if they were paid male strippers. Their stiff rods bounced around their swinging pelvises, both of them smiling down with glazed over eyes, their bodies undulating and twisting with the music’s beat. Their hands caressed Grant’s lust-filled face and hair, and he moaned in ecstasy, caught in their grasp.

Grant was in heaven. He grabbed their cocks and stroked them as their hips and arms moved seductively around him, both of them completely oblivious to what they were doing. The last thing either of them had ever imagined for themselves was dancing naked for some young American overseas, especially with each other!

Grant took turns sucking on the boys’ members, eliciting excited moans from each of them. 

“Oh…suck me master, please,” Sean said.

“No! Don’t listen to him, he’s a gobshite. Suck me off instead, master, ooh yes,” Michael said.

Grant couldn’t even tell who was who in that moment, but it didn’t really matter; both of them were equally hot and tantalizing, and were making his body burn up with stimulation. He stroked them harder, both of them moaning in sync with each other. Grant noticed for the first time just how similar their sex moans were, which amused him. He stroked them even harder, causing them to wail and whimper. Michael leaned back and groaned as he came first, all across Grant’s face. Grant lapped it up hungrily, eager for the taste, and was spoiled further by Sean only moments later, when he came next. 

“You boys know how to please your master!” Grant lustily licked their cocks clean, his pretty face smeared with cum, his nostrils filled with the lads’ delicious, sweet scent.

He ordered the boys to show him their asses, which they did easily, both of them still keeping up with his music. His hands slid over their fine posteriors, the scent of each other’s cum still fresh on their freshly used buds. Michael and Sean made eyes at each other while their master examined their plump rears. Their seductive faces were slowly washed away by painful shock as Grant began sticking his fingers right inside them.

“Oh jaysus….mmmmfff….” Michael said.

“Oh yeah…that feels so good, master, oh yeah….holy hell…..” Sean groaned and bit his lip, his voice going higher and higher the further Grant made it in him.

They moaned and writhed as Grant fingerfucked them. They did their part by moving their hips up and down on their master’s fingers, essentially fucking themselves for hispleasure. They were loose enough for Grant to fit several fingers inside at the same time, their hard cocks bobbing up and down wildly from the extra stimulation, their voices cracking as the pleasure welled inside their lithe bodies.

“Make out with each other,” Grant said.

“Oh yes, master, o’course.” Sean said.

“Come here, you stupid sexy arsehole,” Michael said.

The boys leaned in and kissed each other greedily once more, while Grant plugged their holes, his fingers continuing to thrust in and out of them. They held onto each other with opposite arms, while their free hands stroked their own cocks, the boys overwhelmed with desire and pleasure. They came only moments later, all over themselves, and all over Grant, to his delight, then sighed breathlessly once Grant released his fingers from them. He stopped the music.

“Sleep time for my Irish lads,” he said. They toppled over right onto Grant, their faces in his lap, their bodies having turned to jelly. He ran his fingers through their dark hair, drenched in sweat, their features still glistening with cum. They looked like beautiful identical angels as they slept peacefully, their eyelids fluttering from REM.

“Very good boys. Let your bodies rest for a moment. Think of the spiral again in the meantime and keep gazing at it in your minds, keep going under its sway, becoming more and more entranced with every turn. That’s it. Breathe in and out, relax your bodies, head to toe. Except your cocks, that is. Those must stay hard.”

The twins’ bare, hairless chests heaved up and down gently as they did what Grant ordered, their minds focused on the spiral image he implanted for them, taking them further into oblivion as they slept like puppies in his lap.

“When I snap my fingers, you will both wake up. You will find yourselves incredibly hungry, excited even. For what, you may ask? Why, for your master’s cock! You will both do your best to grab your master’s cock for yourself, to service it, to worship it, to lick and eat it—all without harming your master of course. You will feel as excited and competitive about it as anything, and the game will only end when I finally cum. But who will have the honor of finally making me cum? I guess we’re going to find out, boys.”

He snapped his fingers and the boys woke up, their eyes sleepy and their voices groggy.

As soon as they spotted Grant’s cock, however, they felt a jolt of energy shoot through them.

“Mine,” Michael said.

“No way, you wanker. Hands off!” Sean said.

They each grabbed Grant’s cock and began tugging at it as if they were in the midst of a tug-of-war, careful, however, to not be too rough with their master’s precious member. Grant, in the meantime, moaned and laughed happily, his cock thoroughly enjoying all the wonderful stimulation it was receiving.

Michael tried to open his mouth and fit the cock inside it, but Sean pushed him off, giving him a few seconds alone with it. He eagerly licked it the shaft like an icicle, moaning blissfully as he did so—until Michael returned and caught him in a sleeper hold.

Michael used his chance to pepper Grant’s cock with licks, happy to have the taste on the edge of his lips, but Sean overpowered him and shoved him off again, and started stroking Grant off instead.

“Fuck off!” Michael said, as he leapt for Grant’s cock. They continued to pull at Grant’s meat, their tongues dueling with each other, their hands groping and pushing, at times even slapping each other, and all it did was heighten Grant’s pleasure several times over. He loved every second of it, from their brotherly sparring, to their cute accents, to the feel of their hands and tongues and lips reaching for his cock again and again and again, like kids trying to steal the last cookie from a jar.

At last, Michael and Sean grabbed his cock at the root at the same time, and began licking his cock furiously, together, which finally sent Grant over the edge. He came all over their flustered sexy faces, yet they didn’t stop even then; they struggled to get as much of their master’s cum as they could for themselves.

“Boys, boys, there’s enough for both of you. Please stop fighting. Enjoy your master’s cum. Clean it off each other’s faces if you have to.”

The brothers glanced at each other’s cum covered faces then finally broke out into identical smiles. They hugged each other, which then transitioned into heavy kissing, each of them licking the cum right off each other.

“I want you guys to enjoy the taste of cum. Become addicted to it. It doesn’t matter where it comes from, though your master’s cum will always be the sweetest. As long as you have cum around you, you both have to eat it. Makes you feel so wonderful. Yours, your brother’s, any other man, it’s all good.”

“It’s all good,” Michael repeated, as he licked some right off Sean’s ear. Sean giggled.

The boys did their best to hunt for any last remaining drop, their addiction growing with every swipe of the tongue, their cocks even pulsing from it.

Grant got up and circled them once again. He wondered what it’d be like to peg the boys with his own cock, and stroked himself casually as he thought about it. Their asses were such a delight to behold, yet he still hadn’t given himself the pleasure of penetrating them himself.

“Sean?”

“Yes, master,” Sean said, surprising Grant, as he thought that Sean was Michael, and vice versa. They really were hard to tell apart.

“I want you to get on your hands and knees. And Michael, I want you to get in front of your brother. I want you, Sean, to suck your brother’s cock.”

“Yes, master,” both boys said. They did as they were told, eagerness in their eyes, happy to have another chance to eat more cum.

Michael kneeled in front of his brother and aligned his cock with Sean’s mouth.

“Open wide, mate.”

“Hand it over now, will ya?” Sean said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael said.

Michael held his cock firmly for his brother, who admitted him with ease, his cheeks bulging once again, his eyes slightly rolling up, happy to taste cum once more. Sean moaned as Michael fucked his face, his breathing ragged, while Grant took Sean’s perfect backside.

He rubbed his hands together and slid his way inside Sean’s hole, causing Sean to mumble. “Oh god,” Grant said, as he began bucking his hips, driving his pecker deep inside the mindfucked boy. Sean took the spitroasting without complaint, both ends totally full and pulsing with pleasure. He made several muffled noises as Grant and Michael thrust inside him, his body brimming with pleasure from head to toe, and soon enough, both were merrily blasting away inside him.

Grant pulled away, satisfied with his work, which dripped out of Sean’s hole like messy, sloppy frosting. Sean swallowed every bit of his brother’s cum, hungry for more, his cock twitching excitedly as he ate it. He pulled away from his brother’s rod when Grant commanded it, making sure to collect any stray drops for himself.

“Save some for me, will you?” Michael said.

“Here,” Sean said, delivering a helping to Michael’s mouth with his tongue.

Then, they switched. The more outgoing twin assumed the position, and got a mouthful of cock while his hole was filled to the brim.

“How you feeling Michael?” Grant said, ready to give a second pounding to the other Fitzpatrick twin. Michael gave an enthusiastic thumb’s up, which made Sean laugh.

“Gobshite,” he said.

Sean started thrusting inside his brother’s mouth, while Grant took the behind. All three of them became a moaning trio of sweaty bodies, their cocks pulsing and leaking, their senses overwhelmed.

“Fuck!” Grant said, as he pistoned in and out of Michael, whose dazed face stared into his brother’s crotch, his cheeks puffed out with meat. Precum dribbled out of his lips, while Sean moaned loudly, together with his master. Several more rounds of heavy thrusting later, and the deed was done: Michael was filled at both ends like a jelly donut, cream dripping out of his mouth and rear. He savored every drop that went down his throat, and when Sean pulled away, he hounded him for more.

“Oh lord, please give me more,” he said.

“Calm down, for fuck’s sake. I just gave you some!”

Michael ignored Sean and bowled him over, ignoring the pain and the dribbling cum at his hole. He surprised Sean and Grant as he took Sean’s cock once more and started sucking him again, desperate for more cum. Sean hollered and clenched his teeth as he finally gave it up in yet another orgasm, and Michael took it all down, like a thirsty man to an oasis. Grant was impressed. The boys really did love each other.

“That’s enough now. Sleep boys.”

Michael fell asleep right on his brother’s crotch; Sean was out like a light as well.

Grant was surprised from how how horny the boys were becoming, true addicts to each other, to each other’s cum, and to himself.

Good.

He ordered the boys to get up, though to still stay asleep, and follow him to his king-sized bed. They laid down together, with Grant in the middle, his sleeping lads at his sides, both of them out like lights. Grant planted a kiss on each of their foreheads. When he was done with them, they would wake up without any memory of what happened (though still very much under his hold), then return to their hotel and gather their things. 

They’d be spending the rest of their nights with him, but he would allow them to have the days for themselves with no memory of anything they were doing with each other. The addiction to cum, however, would stay with them, even when they flew back home. He’d also be sure to keep them on retainer, just in case his show ever made it out to Ireland. Maybe the boys even had a few friends or even more relatives he could take under his wing himself!

He fell asleep, happy with his latest finds, and looked forward to spending more time with his boys—the horny little fuckers! It was a good thing he had no show later on in the night, as he couldn’t wait to have the boys throw one for him themselves. They didn’t call Vegas the City of Sin for nothing!

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A request from @texanstrong

The Studio has quite a lot of experience with its transformation processes used for its wardrobe department. Tights, super suits, briefs, wetsuits. They have a method of finding submissive aspiring actors and using various forms of technology and magic to create new pieces out of them. This is beneficial not to the actors, models, and athletes that wear the remains of the person in question, but to the person who gets to become the suit, and to the sadistic directors that run this industry, who quite frankly get off on the humiliation of young men.

Jimmy showed up late for what he was told would be an initiation before he was to meet Tom Holland on the set of the new Spiderman movie. He wasn’t told much else, just to come alone and keep it a secret that he was there, so no information about the film or the set could be leaked. He was nervous and excited to see what was in store for him.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” He said, finishing his coffee and taking off his jacket. “It won’t happen again.”

“It won’t.” The Director says. “Jimmy, before we begin, we’re just gonna need your measurements, go over there to the wardrobe department now and they’ll tell you what to do next.”

The young man headed to an older gentleman, who quickly took all of his measurements with tape while another wrote them down.

“What’s this for?” Jimmy asks out of curiosity.

“For your Spiderman suit,” he’s told.

Jimmy is confused. He thought he was going to be an extra in this film. Or at least a small walk-on role.

“My Spiderman suit? What? Tom Holland plays Spiderman.”

“No one told you?” The wardrobe director says with a sly smirk, “You’re going to be his body double.”

“Body double? I think there’s a mistake, Sir. I don’t do stunts. And I wouldn’t look good in a Spiderman suit.”

“Aw, don’t say that,” the man tells Jimmy. “You’re gonna look GREAT as a Spiderman suit. Now, go sit tight while we work on some adjustments.”

Jimmy is so confused and even more nervous now. They were giving him a bigger role than he was prepared for. He considered just leaving, when Tom Holland himself walked on set. He was a few yards away, talking to the Director. Jimmy got excited.

“Is it ready yet?” He hears Tom ask.

The Director pulls Tom aside and is explaining something to him in a hushed tone. They both keep glancing at Jimmy. This is getting weird for him, but he’s still so happy to be able to meet Tom Holland. They’re finished talking, and Tom walks right up to him, introducing himself with an outstretched hand.

“It is such an honor to meet you!” Jimmy gushes. “I absolutely love you as Spiderman, I think you capture Peter Parker, just, perfectly. This is crazy!”

Tom smiles modestly.

“Thanks man. You excited for your scene?” Tom smiles.

“I’m ecstatic,” Jimmy admits, “Although, to be honest I’m not exactly sure what my role is? No one will really tell me.

Tom glances around. They’re both out of earshot from the rest of the crew. The Director is off telling some gaffers what to do.

"I’ll let you in on a secret, man.” Tom says quietly. “You’re going to have the most important role in the film.”

Jimmy’s ears perk up. What was he saying?

“You’re going to be iconic to the rest of the series. The other suit was ripped pretty bad during a fight scene.”

“Can you…elaborate?” Jimmy asks. “This seems like a lot of pressure.”

“Oh, you’re going to feel a lot of pressure, alright, that’s for sure,” Tom laughs. Jimmy is confused.

“Jimmy!” The head of wardrobe calls. Jimmy turns to see the man holding up a red and blue spandex suit with a spider on it. “It’s ready for you.”

Tom puts his hand firmly on Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Get into it, dude. It’s the best feeling in the world. I promise. I can’t wait to see it.”

Jimmy blushes. He heads over to the changing tent, grabs the suit, closes the curtain, and strips. Jimmy’s put in plenty of morphsuits before, for college Halloween parties and such, but he’s never worn an expensive spandex suit like this one. He cautiously squeezes his foot into the leg first, and the spandex feels so comforting, so smooth on his skin. He pulls the leg up and works his other foot into the suit. As he pulls the lower half tightly up to his waist, he can’t help but grow a rock-hard boner over how good the suit feels. It’s better than a second skin. It’s even better than his own skin. Little does he know, soon it will be. He pulls the suit up over his abdomen, a little insecure about his slight beer gut showing through the spandex. He puts his arms in the sleeves, the gloves coating his hands perfectly, and pulls the suit up to his neck. With help from wardrobe crew, he’s zipped in from the back. Now all that’s left is the detachable hood to cover his face. He takes a look in the mirror while his head is still uncovered. He looks absolutely amazing in this thing, despite being a little too fat for it.

“What do you think of your new skin?” Tom Holland grins.

Ignoring the strange comment and passing it off as some film set slang, Jimmy says,

“It’s like nothing I’ve felt before, it’s great. I could live in this thing.”

He notices some crew members smirk and exchange sinister glances. He’s suspicious now.

“So…what’s my role though?” He puzzles. “Tom, would you–”

He’s interrupted as Tom Holland unexpectedly grabs the Spiderman mask from the wardrobe crew member holding it, and forces it onto Jimmy’s head. It’s so out of nowhere and uncharacteristic of Tom Holland, that Jimmy is caught off guard. He’s about to voice his outrage, but he finds that the mask prevents him from talking. His mouth is squeezed shut by the super tight fabric, which is also pressing on his nose. He can barely breathe or see. He reaches up to remove the mask, and feels himself forces down by several crew members he panics and squirms, muffled yells hardly escaping through the mask. He starts to give up fighting back. His muscles feel weak, like they’re disintegrating. He hears the Director’s voice.

“Oh, this is excellent. He’s working up a real sweat. That’ll make the transition go more smoothly.”

Jimmy can’t struggle any more, his body is relaxing as his limbs start to go limp. He can’t comprehend What s going on. The mask has him in a daze. He can’t breathe. His chest is caving in. The suit conforms to his skin, and pretty sure he doesn’t have skin other than the spandex layer. His muscles vanish, then his bones and organs, and in seconds all that’s lying on the studio floor is a limp, empty, red and blue Spiderman suit. Jimmy can feel himself as just a flat spandex suit now, but he can’t scream or move.

His soul is interwoven with Tom Holland’s new suit. Now he understands what Tom was telling him. He really is going to play the role of Spiderman.

Unlike a lot of the Studio’s work, the anatomy of the suit corresponds with that of its previous wearer, only inside out, since his mind is within the fabric. For example, Jimmy’s face is now both the inside and the outside of the mask. He can see, hear, and smell everything Tom does when he’s wearing the mask, and is practically kissing Tom when it’s on. His hands are the gloves, and can feel everything Tom touches. Tom squeezes into Jimmy, and is instantly hard, having completely dominated this man in wearing him as a Spiderman costume. Jimmy feels the erection. It’s pretty much his own. This is what it means for him to have a penis now. Tom’s hard on stretches the fabric where his should be, and he feels it. It’s amazing.

“How do you like him?” The Director asks.

“Fantastic,” Tom grins. “I can feel his energy leaving him and entering me. It’s empowering.”

“Good,” the sadistic man remarks. “Another great job. Put the mask on, let’s see.”

Tom puts the iconic Spidey mask on, and Jimmy feels Tom’s head fill his own. His head is Tom’s. His face is Tom’s. This is the best feeling in the world. Tom teases Jimmy by licking the inside of the spandex mask, and grins, removing it.

“I can feel him in there!” Tom exclaims excitedly. “That’s kinda weird!”

What’s weirder is that for Jimmy, his “head” can noe be removed from his body whenever Tom wants, and he won’t die of decapitation. Technically, he’s not really even alive anymore, he’s just a sentient suit.

As filming rolls on, Jimmy grows used to Tom Holland sweating in him, stretching in him, being hard in him, and his hot breath condensing in what should be Jimmy’s mouth. This is the most strangely erotic experience of Jimmy’s boring life. He knows that this is exactly what he was meant for and he can’t help but except it. He gets to be Tom Holland’s Spiderman suit forever.

Hypnosis/Mind Control Dialogue Prompts

- “I feel…so weird…”

- “You are my slave.”

- “My head! It hurts!”

- “You are mindless.”

- “I can’t make it stop!”

- “Don’t try to resist it.”

- “Get out of my head!”

- “You can’t look away.”

- “I don’t know them at all…”

- “Call me your master.”

- “I obey you. Only you…”

- “You’ll remember nothing.”

- “What are you doing to me…?”

- “Your eyes feel so, so heavy.”

- “My friends…mean nothing…”

- “All you really want is to sleep.”

- “Please…please stop, just let me go…”

- “That’s it…Going deeper and deeper.”

- “All you can hear is the sound of my voice.”

- “Surrendering feels so very good, doesn’t it?”

Dear teen girls,

Stop abusing your boyfriends and yes what you are doing is abuse.

Stop:

Yelling at him in front of his friends 

Hitting or slapping him when he does or says something you don’t like

Telling him he doesn’t have a choice when it comes to decisions that involve both of you 

Telling him he can’t hang out with friends because you don’t like him

Telling him to not talk to other girls even if they are his friend

Forcing him to spend every moment with you 

Belittling him and pointing out all his flaws

Calling him stupid or making fun of him for making a mistake

Threatening to break up with him if he doesn’t do what you want

Being emotionally manipulative and crying until he does what you want

Accusing him of cheating every time he’s not with you

Blow up is phone if he doesn’t text you every five minutes 

Telling him you are the must thing that has ever happened to him and no one else will love

Physically attacking him when ever you are mad

Forcing him to have sex despite that fact that he said he didn’t want to

Invading his privacy by going through his phone

Getting mad at him for changing his password and demanding he tell you what it is

If a guy did any of these things to a girl it would be considered abuse but since its the other way around its considered normal. Throughout High school I saw many girl treating their boyfriends like shit. Sometime even physically abusing them in the hallways and no one trying to stop it because its a girl attacking a boy. 

Boys: If your girlfriend does anything on this list leave her. It is abuse and you deserve better.

Girls: if you find your self doing anything on this list to your boyfriend you need to knock it off because you are being abusive. 

“Ghost Times” Grand Finale!

Pokémon Tale 33 “The Little Ghost” splendidly illustrated by Aya Kusube (1998) Enjoooooy!

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Tom's hypnotic massage.

Tom was sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair as he was bored out of his mind. After filming ended there was a short gap between it and the movie premiering and each time Tom had to wait for it to premier he was always bored. Being a celebrity was fun and all but the attention sometimes got too much.

His phone vibrates against the desk and he picked it up, it was an unknown number (something which he had to deal with constantly) and for once it interested him, the text read: 'Dear Mr Tom Holland, I hope you are doing well. I am the manager of a very renown spa and I understand that being a celebrity is quite stressful so I'm offering you a special offer. A three day getaway, i understand this is a bit sketchy but I have offered this to many of your friends and other Avengers cast members so just ask them. Please let me know and we will arrange it.'

Tom had never been to a spa before so he was willing to accept the offer without even fact checking but he thought it would be best to fact check. He would text Chris Evans and Hemsworth as well as Robert Downey Jr. just to see if they got the offer and both of the Chris' said they had but Robert hadn't, and warned Tom to be safe if he accepted it.

The young celebrity messaged the manager back and arranged it for the coming weekend, Friday to Sunday, and he couldn't wait. When Friday came he got an uber to the location and it looked like a place from a magazine, he pretty much ran in like a giddy child and headed straight for the reception. It was like they were expecting him as they already had someone to take his bags to his room and tom followed.

His room was a suite and he instantly fell back onto the queen sized bed and the sheets were so soft, it felt like a few minutes to tom as he dozed off and when he woke up the manager was knocking on the door with a towel in hand. The manager looked dazed and not entirely with it, his eyes completely dull. "Please follow me."

Tom did as was asked off him and they arrived at a gym, "its recommended to work out before you experience our massage, here is your complementary towel and headphones. It's also recommended you listen to these as you work out, it's a playlist made just for you." He take them both thankfully and the manager left. Tom looked around and saw a basketball hoop and he smiled, deciding to play some basketball.

He pulled on the headphones and started to dribble the ball about, the music they had him listen to sounded like the ocean, it relaxed his muscles to the point whenever he shot the ball at the hoop he couldn't even raise his arms above his head. After a few attempts he gave up and looked around, a man was watching him and when he noticed he had finished beckoned him to a room off to the side.

Tom followed and took off the headphones, it was a small changing room with a locker and the guy smiled at him. "Its a pleasure to meet you, my name is Isaac and I'll be your masseuse today. You can either go nude and use the towel or wear your boxers underneath. It's completely up to you." Tom nodded and Isaac went in to the massage room to prepare it for the celebrity.

Tom took off his shoes and dirty socks, before stripping off his sweat covered shirt and lowered his shorts past his knees and they pooled around his ankles. He put them all in the locker and spent a couple of minutes whether or not to go nude, he had read it was better to wear underwear but something made him strip them off and place them in the locker with the rest of his clothes.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped into the massage room with the headphones in hand, unsure what he was meant to do with them. The room smelled great and there was some candles lit, the smell got into Tom's lungs and made him feel dazed as he walked to the table and lead face down. He heard isaac move closer to the table. "The music is gonna help you relax alright? I'm going to start now." Isaac slipped the headphones on to Tom's head and the song was different.

It was more relaxing and it sounded like it had some chanting involved with it, Tom felt Isaac's hands gently caressing his back, causing his muscles to relax and he would kneed his back making Tom sigh in relief. After a short while of isaac repeating this the chanting in the music got more intense and something cold was applied to Tom's back but his muscles were so relaxed he could barely raise his head to look.

It was an aphrodisiac infused massage oil, and as the man rubbed into his back Tom's sighs of relief turned into quiet little moans as his whole back became sensitive. Isaac repeated the same for the celebrity's calfs. The chanting turned to coherent words for Tom now, telling him how much he liked the sensation of hands running along his body and that he should just let his mind go and listen to people who could make him feel good. Isaac's hands ran up from his calfs and into the small gap of the towel causing tom to moan and shiver in happiness.

The words suddenly got more intense, telling him to obey constantly. 'Obey the hands' and 'obey the sensation.' After a few minutes he had fallen into a trance and isaac stopped, he took off the headphones and cleared his throat. "Now Tom, why dont you turn over." Tom did as he was told and the towel around his crotch was tenting from his hard cock and isaac grinned. "That's a good boy. You like feeling like this dont you tom?"

Tom had a dopey smile on his face as he mumbled a yes, the man grinned as he caressed Tom's cheek. "We've been monitoring you tom. The things you look at on tumblr, the things you read on the internet. And you like the idea of hypnosis dont you?" Tom nodded as his dull eyes stared at isaac.

"Your going to obey every command I give you Tom, because i am your new master. And you like that dont you? Being told what to do." Before tom could even nod Isaac had crossed his arms. "Stand up and drop the towel, once you have put your hands behind your head." Tom sat up and undid the towel and as he stood up it dropped to the floor, and he put his hands behind his head.

Isaac pulled out a razor and started to shave the young celebrity humming the spiderman theme song and once he was done smiled widely. "Now sleep tom...sleep~"isaac had his arms out wide to catch the celebrity as he fell forward, in a deep deep sleep.

————————————————————————————————————————————

When Tom woke up from is sleep he was in a dark room, or was it dark because he couldn't see. He went to reach up to touch his face but his arms were tied behind his back. He went to let out a scream but it came out muffled into the gag in his mouth and his ankles were spread apart by a spreader bar.

He knew something was wrong, it felt very very wrong. Isaac smirked as he watched Tom struggle in his bonds as he grabbed his jaw. "Stop moving now tom...its okay. Your safe, masters here. And he's gonna take good care of you. You like that idea. I'm gonna be all you think of now, so please dont worry. Just take deep relaxing breaths, and wait for me to come back. When I do we will have some fun~"

Tom relaxed and a minute later Isaac left, closing and locking a door behind him.

When you are writing a story and refer to a character by a physical trait, occupation, age, or any other attribute, rather than that character’s name, you are bringing the reader’s attention to that particular attribute. That can be used quite effectively to help your reader to focus on key details with just a few words. However, if the fact that the character is “the blond,” “the magician,” “the older woman,” etc. is not relevant to that moment in the story, this will only distract the reader from the purpose of the scene. 

If your only reason for referring to a character this way is to avoid using his or her name or a pronoun too much, don’t do it. You’re fixing a problem that actually isn’t one. Just go ahead and use the name or pronoun again. It’ll be good.

I just love *clenches fist* talking about character analysis and why characters act the way they do. It’s supremely satisfying to figure out motivations of characters and see how that ties into their core nature and how they perceive the world around them.

Video games don’t have to have good graphics to be good:

Video games don’t have to be about combat to be good:

Video games don’t have to be linear to envelop players in their worlds:

Video game bosses don’t have to be difficult to be fun:

Video games don’t have to lack color simply because they are “post-apocalyptic”:

Video games can have lighthearted art design and still carry deeply dark themes:

Rethink video games.

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QFT

no but really, like 

i know that some folks love telling creative people that “you should be doing it for fun because you love it not for the compliments” but creative people thrive on feedback whether it’s critical or just complimentary

so when i write fanfiction and don’t get any actual feedback i feel like i spent all that time and energy doing it for nothing because i’m not getting feedback from the people i wrote it for 

doing something you’re proud of and then presenting it to the sound of utter silence is like the worst feeling on earth 

Pretend ur invasive self hating thoughts r being said to u by a 13 y/o boy on xbox live trying to get a rise out of you like “Your girlfriend dumped you because you’re ugly” that’s nice tim isn’t it past ur bedtime

I... don't see why you'd think otherwise? Both are equally awesome

REBLOG IF YOU THINK FANFIC IS JUST AS IMPORTANT IN A FANDOM AS FANART

EVERY PERSON

EVERY SINGLE PERSON

WHO REBLOGS

WILL BE GIVEN A SUPER HERO/VILLAIN NAME

AND THEIR USELESS SUPER POWER

IN THEIR ASK

Qft

Writing does not mean condoning.

Writing does not mean romanticizing.

Writing does not mean normalizing.

Writing means writing.

Writing means exploring.

Writing means creating.

Stop conflating the mere act of writing dark content with condoning/romanticizing/normalizing that content.

Interesting

how’s everyone doin tonight i just broke tumblr

You're god damn right.

To add to that if Hell is real we kill the fucker responsible for putting it there and doing our damndest (ha!) to free all the unfortunate fucks in it. Punishments should ALWAYS fit the crime. Eternal suffering should only be dealt to those whose crimes are eternal and the only fucker thst deserves thst is the shitheel that made Hell a thing and kept it running.

I don't give a fuck if it is God assuming it exists. The fucker who did it should die at any costs and their reign of terror ended.

full offense telling children, especially children too young to understand complex issues (under ten years old), that they’re going to hell is abusive and you’re an asshole

Infinity times this.

When I say “Fanfiction is free” part of what I’m saying is yes, you did not pay for the thing.

But I saw a comment from someone that made me realize the rest of the intention behind these words is being lost.

Fanfiction is provided for free, but it is not produced for free.

Authors pay their effort, including physical and emotional and mental. Authors pay their time, in planning the story (mental time) and writing the story (physical time). Sometimes it’s less than an hour for something quick and dirty, like askbox prompts. Sometimes it’s years of their lives in epic fic hundreds of thousands of words long. Authors pay additional time to alpha read their own stories, trying to make sure that they’re free of SPAG errors and make sense and sound good. Beta readers pay their time and effort alongside the authors for editing the stories. Authors pay for posting their stories with all of the anxieties that come from allowing their work - which to this point they have invested all of the above - into the public eye because while it has certainly cost them a good amount to produce the story, fandom history has proved that many other people out there enjoy fanfiction, and authors believe that at least someone else will enjoy their story, too.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is that it costs the writers a lot of something in order to produce it. A lot has already been paid into a piece of fanfiction by the time it is available for readers to read. The expense of fanfiction creation is, by and large, resting squarely atop the shoulders of writers.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is that readers don’t have to pay the cost of creating fanfiction.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is that readers don’t have to pay in anything - not time, not money, not effort, not anything - in order for fanfiction to be created. It’s a donation. It’s a gift. It’s available for you to take or leave, at the expense of someone else.

Writers have, for a very long time, requested donations of one thing as remuneration for everything they put into making fanfiction: comments. Authors have asked, in so many different iterations: “If you have consumed what I have labored and invested in to create and if you have found any enjoyment in it, please tell me, so that I can recharge enough to do this again.” Some of them may recharge on critical comments, but most of us don’t because we’ve already paid everything we want to pay to create the story.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” isn’t just that it doesn’t cost you any money. I am saying “Please respect the time and effort you didn’t have to pay into creating this thing you enjoyed, by respecting the individual creator’s requests.”

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “be kind to authors, they have paid a lot for this gift they’re sharing with all of us, and they deserve to feel like it was worth it.”

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “please don’t charge authors more time and emotional effort than what they’ve already provided you at no absolute cost.”

I’m not saying any of this to argue. It’s a fact that authors pay into providing fanfiction. They do it for fun. They do it out of love. They do it because they enjoy writing. No one is making them do it. No one is paying them to start or finish the story. That doesn’t mean it’s not WORK. And the only return they get on what they put into the story is the kindness of strangers that invest a little bit back by leaving a nice comment. That is why they stay, that is why they do it again, that is why we have fanfiction.

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “please don’t be the one charging authors so much more that they leave.”

What I am saying when I say “fanfiction is free” is “please keep it that way.”

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QFT. Likes and equivalents thereof don't say much of anything to the writer. Even if you generally don't do so do it for selfish reasons. Giving feedback helps them generate better free content for you to enjoy.

why commenting on fics matter

Because writers will stop fucking writing if you don’t. 

It is extremely sad to hear one of your friends consider the possibility of deleting all their fics and WIPS - something they spend hours on for free - because of a lack of feedback. I have entertained that thought too, many times. Writing is exhausting, time consuming, and sometimes frankly depressing and discouraging. As a reader, you can make a difference. This is not just about a writer leaving a fandom, because that happens all the time - it’s about a writer leaving a fandom and taking all they’ve offered to it with them because they feel worthless. Which is just revolting. 

Fic writers lose sleep and gain anxiety over the work they decide to share with the world. If you don’t show a writer your appreciation, you will get nothing in return. Nothing. 

If you tell someone you like their work, you get everything. More stories to read when it’s a Friday night and you’re exhausted as hell, more fluff to comfort yourself with when you’re feeling cold, more fucked up stories when you feel in the mood for them, more smut when you need to relax. I don’t know, man. It’s just so fucking precious and rich and important, all these people who decide to take you places because it makes them happy to, but if you don’t say a word of thanks, their carefully crafted world crumbles and turns to dust. It’s as simple as that. 

Comments make a writer write more. And not only for your entertainement, because it was never about that - not at the beginning - but for themselves. Knowing people appreciate the work they do helps us gain confidence, and confidence makes people. I never considered writing as a possible career option, but now, I have plans to develop a story that’s been blooming inside my head properly on paper and put it out there, in the real world, to see if it worth it. I believe in it. I believe in the stories I tell, I believe in my writing, and it is only because of the positive feedback I have received for the past year. 

This rant is a jumbled mess, because I am pissed off as hell. This shouldn’t happen. Commenting on fics should be a given. Just comment on fics, acknowledge the writer’s work and you. Will. Get. Everything. You. Ever. Wanted. Do nothing and you will get nothing, and then you will wonder why this or that fic hasn’t updated in months. 

Guess what - it’s because I have better things to do with my time than spend hours working on a fic for people who don’t care. I am done.  

No matter what anyone says or what you think. You are stronger than you know. Simply for the fact you refuse to give in, even when confronted with bottomless despair.

Oooh this is great advice

every writing tip article and their mother: dont ever use adverbs ever!

me, shoveling more adverbs onto the page because i do what i want: just you fucking try and stop me

how to draw arms ? ? 

Hypno Contact List

Hey guys, So I decided to try and create a contact list for those of us who want to stay connected. 

Form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeQw1ge7tKdMjRtT1sV1cOr0rIdmR2vgMFYL9E6jR7ruJg9MQ/viewform?usp=sf_link

Sheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1PmdHfP2M3n8DahGbOletslYx8q9oX5d0sv8WVoh4Zkc/edit?usp=sharing

Please share this around if you want to keep in touch. 

@sex-obsessed-lesbian @thehypnobunny @enscenic @hypnoobiwan @tell-a-hypnostory @daja-the-hypnokitten @hypno-sandwich @dom-plays-with-dolls @thesecretsubject @dreamytigergirl @jukeboxemcsa @lapbunnybimbo @flowerobeys @mindmeltedmaiden @feministfuckdolltrainer @friedcherryblossomprincess @ragezdasta @hypnoricebunny @fractionatedpenguins @kallie-den 

Coming into a fandom late