Anderson Gaze

Such a good hypnotized cow!
Letting Sir's touch make him feel so good and mindless. Enjoying the bliss of not having a single thought while he's milked🐮🌀
Good hypno-cows only moo as they deepen their trance, after all~
#gayhypno #hypnoart #nsfw

Mind slowly leaking out my head. I’m sitting on my bed in rubber

Sitting on my bed, tongue extended outwards brains not functioning at all

Good boys obey their coaches and turn off their brains

#rubber #hypno #gayrubber #gayhypno

Mike dropped his 240 lb bulk into the driver's seat of his car and slammed the door. Immediately he regretted it. The Mercedes was barely off the lot. Damaging his car because of his own temper was the last thing he needed after this shit-show of a day. He started the car and the heavy metal he had blasted on the morning drive to get hyped picked up right where it had left off nine hours earlier. Mike hit the pause button on the touch screen too hard. Not now. He took a breath. Tried to center himself before he started driving. He didn't wanna drive unsafely, and he didn't want to project any of his work stress onto Damon when he got home. He pulled out of the lot and was soon on the highway sandwiched between other rush hour drivers. Why can't Fulfillment just do their damn job on schedule? Why can't the Execs be reasonable with their timetables?

Twenty minutes later Mike pulled into the driveway of their suburban home. He stepped out of the car and closed the door too hard again. Cursing, he stood there for a moment and tried to collect himself. He was determined not to make his work stress Damon’s problem. After a few deep breaths, he walked to the door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. There it was- in Damon's extended hand. Mike's husband was standing in the hallway smiling at him, holding out a loop of black leather. The metal tag glinted in the evening sunlight that poured in through the open door. There is was- escape. Damon must have sensed through their text messages what kind of day Mike was having. His loving husband was coming to the rescue, greetings him at the door with the chance to make it all go away. Mike couldn't have objected to that even if he wanted to do so. The sight of the collar was too strong to resist. Once offered, it had to be donned. Mike shuffled forward towards Damon, eyes fixed on the collar, like a religious devotee approaching an altar. “Turn around.” Damon instructed. Mike did so. The collar was wrapped around his neck and clasped. The moment it clicked into place, Mike’s work and associated concerns melted away. The office might as well have been on a different planet. The incomplete projects, the advancement ambitions, the commute, the incompetent leadership- it all ceased to exist.

“Get undressed.” Sir ordered. “Carefully this time. We don't need you popping off any more buttons.” Mike suddenly found the pressed shirt he was wearing immensely uncomfortable. He wanted to tear it off in one swift motion, but he complied with his orders, undoing the buttons one at a time. Soon the shirt was off. Damon took it and folded it as Mike removed his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. “Good Boy.” Sir said. Mike’s knees gave out and he dropped onto all fours. His butt began to waggle and he started panting. He whirled around to face Sir. Sir scratched behind his ear and the large, naked man moaned. Sir grinned. “No, bringing your work home tonight, Boy.”

Flash Story-Collar Obey
Commissioned by @pupwhosits.bsky.social
CW- hypno

The Angry Black Girl and her Monster
No One Will Save You
Hell House LLC

Adding this to the list of things I want to happen at a hypno con.

👀 yes please 🫂

Love a good hypno accessory

An illustration showing a freakishly muscular human puppy, naked wearing a dog hood, covered in darts labelled as fast acting roid darts, the dog looks surprised. He is so muscular he is now immobile. Behind him is a set of lockers with a man holding a blow gun to his lips, this man shot the dog with muscle juice. The dog says: I don't think I can bend my arms.

Be careful in the locker room, some muscle freak might sneak up behind you whilst you take thirst selfies and shoot you with fast acting roid darts.
This is bad... for some reason.

keuhkopussirotta Follow My life has been so much better ever since I traded my impostor syndrome to brilliant conman -syndrome. Do I deserve anything in life? Fuck no! Will I grasp it anyway? Fuck yes! My art has never been worth shit, but watch me bullshit my way into art school! I am a horrid goblin, but watch me make these people like me! Am I qualified to do this task? Well I sure have the certificates that say that I am! And how did I get those? Who knows! Not me! I am so good at cheating, I don't have to break a single rule to do it! I am brilliant, fast, and absolutely drunk with power! drpathetique Follow Finally a concise, accurate description of what I've been doing the past ten years

The cure for imposter syndrome? Convince yourself that your skill is a brilliant con. #SelfHelp

I know, that was me that posted the roid dart pic. 😁
Love the new one! 💪

Oh my, what inspired you to recreate this one? 😏
More importantly, me next! 🎯

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Mike dropped his 240 lb bulk into the driver's seat of his car and slammed the door. Immediately he regretted it. The Mercedes was barely off the lot. Damaging his car because of his own temper was the last thing he needed after this shit-show of a day. He started the car and the heavy metal he had blasted on the morning drive to get hyped picked up right where it had left off nine hours earlier. Mike hit the pause button on the touch screen too hard. Not now. He took a breath. Tried to center himself before he started driving. He didn't wanna drive unsafely, and he didn't want to project any of his work stress onto Damon when he got home. He pulled out of the lot and was soon on the highway sandwiched between other rush hour drivers. Why can't Fulfillment just do their damn job on schedule? Why can't the Execs be reasonable with their timetables?

Twenty minutes later Mike pulled into the driveway of their suburban home. He stepped out of the car and closed the door too hard again. Cursing, he stood there for a moment and tried to collect himself. He was determined not to make his work stress Damon’s problem. After a few deep breaths, he walked to the door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. There it was- in Damon's extended hand. Mike's husband was standing in the hallway smiling at him, holding out a loop of black leather. The metal tag glinted in the evening sunlight that poured in through the open door. There is was- escape. Damon must have sensed through their text messages what kind of day Mike was having. His loving husband was coming to the rescue, greetings him at the door with the chance to make it all go away. Mike couldn't have objected to that even if he wanted to do so. The sight of the collar was too strong to resist. Once offered, it had to be donned. Mike shuffled forward towards Damon, eyes fixed on the collar, like a religious devotee approaching an altar. “Turn around.” Damon instructed. Mike did so. The collar was wrapped around his neck and clasped. The moment it clicked into place, Mike’s work and associated concerns melted away. The office might as well have been on a different planet. The incomplete projects, the advancement ambitions, the commute, the incompetent leadership- it all ceased to exist.

“Get undressed.” Sir ordered. “Carefully this time. We don't need you popping off any more buttons.” Mike suddenly found the pressed shirt he was wearing immensely uncomfortable. He wanted to tear it off in one swift motion, but he complied with his orders, undoing the buttons one at a time. Soon the shirt was off. Damon took it and folded it as Mike removed his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. “Good Boy.” Sir said. Mike’s knees gave out and he dropped onto all fours. His butt began to waggle and he started panting. He whirled around to face Sir. Sir scratched behind his ear and the large, naked man moaned. Sir grinned. “No, bringing your work home tonight, Boy.”

Flash Story-Collar Obey
Commissioned by @pupwhosits.bsky.social
CW- hypno

Forgot to get a pic right after the workout so I took one while I was cooking dinner.

It would be a really funny prank if you permanently wiped my brain and kept me as a pet dog

Oh I almost forgot! Hypno devolution 😙👌

Naturally, anything muscle inflation or state hypno.

Do you want to be?

Seeing the bananas swing a few times was enough to activate @andersongaze.bsky.social 's ape brain. Now he'd eagerly follow the fruit without a thought in mind~
#gayhypno #hypnoart #nsfw

Me- I captured you and now I'll break your mind and turn you into my mindless muscle beast.

Sub- Oh yeah? Nice.

Me- Um, yeah and you'll never see your friends and family again. You'll just be a dumb brute forever and serve me.

Sub- Mmm. That's hot.

Me- Good... I'm... I'm glad you think so.

😅

I figured it was going to happen eventually, I just figured they'd take it all down. I don't get why only the most recent post was effected.

Whelp, nevermind. The post got taken down for adult material, even though the adult part is not explicit and there's more adult stuff on posts that are still up. 🙄

Boys should be more careful when challenging a hypno-villain (Unless they wanna end up becoming mindless playthings)~🌀
#hypnoart #gayhypno

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