Inside every straight guy is a sex-obsessed gay man waiting to burst free. And sometimes the only way to reach that inner gay man is to hypnotize him.
This taboo bundle features four stories of seemingly straight men being hypnotized to unleash their insatiable gay desires, and then submitting to the very men who put them under. From jocks to hunks to roommates to cops — every straight alpha male secretly yearns for sweaty gay sex.
Putting Him Under is a 15,000-word bundle and includes the following previously-published short stories: Hypnotizing the Straight Jock, Hypnotizing the Straight Hunk, Hypnotizing My Straight Roommate, and Hypnotizing the Straight Cop.
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Excerpt
I bite my lip, nervous with indecision. Looking in the mirror again, I catch the cop look up at me again from the seat of his car. Despite his mirrored sunglasses, the look of disgust is clear. Yeah, he’s a fag. He’s probably sucked more cock than me — probably taken more loads up the ass too. I can’t stand those two-faced homophobes who secretly have an insatiable desire for cock. Either own up to it or fuck off.
My cheeks are burning hot again, but now with anger. Fuck. I pick up my phone and dig through the links I have bookmarked. Near the bottom of the list is the hypno soundtrack that worked the best on my ex. I look in the mirror one more time, weighing whether or not to actually try this. I catch him glaring at me once more before getting out of his car — and I also take a moment to ensure that he is, indeed, alone — and I decide that I’m fucking doing this.
I hit the link, then start the audio track that pops up. I place my phone on my dash, pointing the speakers toward where the cop will be standing. A loud droning noise fills the car. A moment later, that perfect view of his crotch happens again. Then he bends over. He’s about to say something, but then he eyes my phone.
“Turn that off,” he says, command clear in his voice.
“Listen to it … it’s soothing … it’s calming…”
“I said turn that fucking thing off.”
My heart suddenly beats at something like three times the speed, hammering against my ribs. This is the do-or-die moment.
“Listen to the sound of my voice …