// This post is pretty old and I couldn’t remember morphing it until I saw it now. That four GIFs took hours to morph – one of the first animated things.
You were lost in the city. You were sure the museum was somewhere around here, at least thats what the map your girlfriend gave you was saying.
You turn a corner onto what you think will be the right street, but its just an alley. For gods sake. What was wrong with you today, you can’t follow a simple map? There must be something in the air. You take your phone out to text your girlfriend you’re gonna be late to the… umm… museum, that’s it. You’re going to a museum.
“You look a little lost, dude! Want some help?” you look up and there’s a shirtless guy walking towards you. ‘wow’ you think ‘this guy is… I mean I’m not gay but this guy is incredible.’
He sees you looking. “Hey man, my eyes are up here. I asked if you were lost? Do you speak english?”
“Oh uh yeah, sorry dude. Um I’m meant to be meeting someone at the… umm… yknow that place with the art and statues and stuff.”
“The museum?” He smirks. What’s so funny?
“Yeah, the museeum. I’m meeting some girl there.”
He smirks again. Goddamn this guy is handsome. And so cocky. And so built. “Just some girl? Not a girlfriend right?”
You blush. “Nooooo, no way. Just a friend. She wants to see the art and stuff. And I just….” Your eyes trail down his torso again. God it is so hot today, you can see beads of sweat on his pecs. You can almost smell him…
He puts his hand behind his head casually. “Well dude, sorry, I can’t help you there. I don’t know anything about museums. They’re stuffy and old and full of boring stuff. No fun at all. Don’t you agree?”
You nod. “Yeah you’re right.” To be honest, you’ll agree with anything he says. He just seems so good. So hot. You laugh.
“What’s funny, dude?” He asks, moving in closer. Oh man, you can smell him. He smells so goodd. Like the smell of him is so distracting. Between his smell, and the sight of him flexing and posing in front of you, you can barely concentrate on anything else…
“Oh uh nothin dude. Just me bein dumb. So what should I do then?”
“Well the beach is pretty hot dude, I just came from there. You could go there…” he looks you up and down, “orrrrr if you’re feeling in the mood for some fun and maybe a dumb mistake or two, you could come home with me?”
“Yeahhh dude, that sounds like fun.”
“Yeah, you seemed like a dude who liked fun. You do like fun, don’t you, dummy?”
“Haha yeah I love fun. But who’re you calling dummy?”
“You, dude. Look at you, you’re just a big dumbass, right? You can’t even read a map.”
“Ohhhh dude, you’re so right.”
He flashes another smile. “Of course I’m right, bro.” He lifts his arms up, snaking his arms up, flexing his huge biceps, stretching his pecs, making his perfect nipples dance, flashing a little bit of arm pit, you’re so entranced by his sheer hotness.
Then he puts his arms down, looks deep into your eyes, and says “So you coming dude?”
I couldn’t believe my hypnosis worked. Just a few days of piping the quiet audio into my boss’ office, and he was sitting there with his pants off after everyone had left for the night.
Amazing.
“You need anything before I go?” I asked, poking my head in.
He looked a little dazed. “Uh, yeah, dude,” he said. His voice was low and stupid, his cock rock-hard. “I’m so fuckin’ horny.”
It was working! It was really working!
“You should probably jerk off for me. I’ll take some pics,” I said, taking out my phone.
“Naw, man,” he said. “That’d be weird. I’m yer boss.”
This was unexpected. He was supposed to be submissive, an exhibitionist. I was going to use these photos to blackmail him. But something seemed to have gone wrong after all. “You… you don’t want to show off for me?” I said, disappointed.
“I wanna fuck that little twink body,” he said, standing up.
“Whoa, in the office? Boss, that’s …” what was going on? What had I messed up with the hypno file?
“I’m not …” my voice trailed off as I looked down. Holy shit – I WAS naked! How did that happen? When had I taken my clothes off? Oh no, I realized, the hypnosis – it must’ve affected me too.
“Bend over,” my boss said, and his voice was so strong, so commanding, so masculine, I knew I had to. I leaned over his couch, showing him my hole, and watched him grab his phone from the desk and start taking pictures.
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