Let's get serious for a second, guys. You have seen all the attacks against trans people in... pretty much all the world. USA is the one country that makes most in the news, but not the only one.

This just happened: missouriindependent.com/2023/04/13/eme… After their initial rethorics of "we're trying to protect kids", they take of the mask and show that they won't stop there. They go for trans adults then, and they intend to go for the rest of us later.

Every day, after working out, he stands shirtless in front of the mirror, and takes a selfie and sends it to a man he's never met. All he knows about him are the spirals on his screen and the voice in his headphones. He's never seen him, he's never touched him, and there is only one thing he knows about him:

That's right, boy, you are not going back to your hotel room tonight. You're gonna come with me and serve me. I know you're in your honeymoon, you just got married to the girl of your dreams, but I don't' care. Tonight you belong to me.

He waited. He didn't know what or why, but he knew he was waiting for something.

This morning when he woke up he felt restless, he knew he was supposed to be somewhere waiting for something, but he didn't know where, what or why. The feeling was bothering him all morning, like a splinter logged in his mind, until suddenly at noon he knew where he had to go. That square that almost no one ever visits. He just went there.

They don't understand why I do this. Why I willingly put myself under your feet. Why I love it. They don't know, and they never will. It's you. When I'm like this, under you, I can truly look at you and feel your power and your perfection. I need to make myself low to see how high you are, how much better and stronger than me you are. When I put myself down I can feel this is where I belong.

"You're a machine", they say thinking they're complimenting me, and they don't know how right they are. A machine, that's all I am. A machine can't think by itself, it can't make any decisions, it can't want. Neither can I.

A machine does exactly what it's instructed to, in the way it has been programmed. So do I.

Come on me, bro. You can do whatever you want with me.

I know what you want.

I know, because I'm the one making you want it. This desire you feel, this need, this lust, I put it there. No, don't go away. Look at me. I said, look at me. Don't try to walk away from me, man. This is where you need to be, right in front of me looking at my naked body and wanting it.

There is no defense for what his words do to me.

He just has to talk, and he can do with me whatever he wants. He tells me that my hands are tied at my sides, that I can't move, and I can't. His words are stronger than any chain, more definitive. I could fight against a chain, but I can't fight against his words.

BTW something that comes from a discussion in Reddit that I just read:

You're free to consider that bottoming and submitting make someone stop being a man and use them for degradation if that's what you're into, either for yourself or for the guys you dom/fuck. You can say you're no longer a man because you did that, if you want to.

You can say your bottoms/subs are no longer men because they do that, if you and they want to.

It's just a touch, but it has the strength of a hurricane.

When he looks into my eyes and touches my ear like that and whispers the secret word only he and I know, it's like the rest of the universe stops existing and there's only him and me. When he does that is like my brain stops working. His presence, the feeling of being with him, all of him overwhelms me and I stop thinking, I stop processing, all I can do is perceive him and his control and his power over me.

I can feel my mind slipping off, I'm almost losing myself, and nothing's happening.

It's just his words in my mind and my fingers in my nipples, and it's more intense than anything I could ever imagine.

(Inspiration gif by @SamBridleXXX, thanks for letting me use it!) What is he doing to me?

Nothing.

And it's still more than I can handle.

Announcement: Matt and the Hunters is BACK!

(Well, almost) Wow, I can't believe it's been almost four months since I last worked on it, but there were a lot of things that got in the middle: Content restrictions, then a literal surgery on my dick, then platform issues that made me doubt they'd work for publishing.

"Bro" is a magic word, when said by the right person.

When he hears it from the rest of the world it's just that: Bro. It's just a word he's called by people that has no meaning at all.

#gayhypno #gayhypnosis #hypnoslave #jock_hypno #menunderhypnosis But when his bro says it in that particular way, looking at him in the eyes, it's like those three letters form a key to an entire new world of wonder and possibilities.

Bro.

This is you at your strongest, at your best, at your most glorious.

People think submitting makes you weak and pathetic, that no man who prizes himself would do that. They're wrong. They don't know the value of what you're giving, because they don't know that you know it. You value your submission because you know its worth, and you don't give it lightly.

So, about Matt and the Hunters...

Patreon is not really a good platform for that, most interpretations of its terms of service ban hypno and that's why I will only post straight up submission stories there.

(Please read until the end before you make a choice here) I know authors who manage to post hypno content there without trouble, but others that have been banned long ago, so I would prefer not to rely on them, even if what I post is fiction that doesn't feature any actual human beings.

There’s a reason why they call this a submission hold. It’s not that when he does this to me I can’t resist. I can’t, but that’s not the point.

#gaydom #gaysub #gaysoldier #menundercontrol #gaysubmission #gayhypno It’s that when he does it to me, I don’t want to resist. I lose my fighting spirit. I lose my will to even try. All I want to do is stay there and feel his strong body touching mine, making me submit.

We thought we were a team before, but we were just a bunch of guys playing.

Coach changed us.

#hypnosis #hypno #hypnojocks #hypnotizedmen #menunderhypnosis #hypnotizedjocks #jocksunderhypnosis #hypnoslave #gayhypno #gayhypnosis At first we had our doubts... he was younger than us, smaller than us, he didn't look like he could lift his own arms above his head. How was he supposed to lead us? We thought just because of that, he was weak.

I love triggers.

I love knowing that you're carrying a word of mine, deep inside you, that can take over your brain any time I want. I love knowing that, no matter where you are, that word is still in your mind waiting to be spoken, waiting to be heard, waiting to transform you from a man into a slave.

(Thread) Finding a potential alternative to Patreon.

I don't know how well known this is, but there's many roadblocks for independent adult content creators who try to make an income from it. Unless you're a big studio or associated with one, it can be very difficult. A cause of this is because payment processors (probably pushed by moral panics of one kind of another) tend to pressure platforms to stay away from that kind of content.

If someone had told me an hour ago that I would be doing this, I would have laughed.

#gaymaster #gayslave #gayhypnosis #gaymindcontrol #gayhypno #hypnokink #hypnofetish #hypnoslave #hypnotizedmen #hypnosiskink #hypnosisfetish I am straight... I was straight. I was dominant, a ladies' man, the kind of man who can get any woman and most of the time does get them. I was the kind of man women cheat on their husbands with, two hours after meeting me.

I was.

New Patreon post for All-Access patrons: You've gotta pay for it.

If you want something, you've gotta pay for it. And this man is willing to pay the price to be a slave: patreon.com/posts/youve-go…

#gayhypnosis #gayhypno #gaymindcontrol #hypnoslave #hypnosiskink #hypnosisfetish Sample: I know that my tributes are not enough to pay for this apartment so he must have other men besides me, but that doesn't matter at all. He doesn't owe me exclusivity. He doesn't owe me anything at all, whatever I get from him is more than enough and I should be thankful.