Metallic Mayhem

Synopsis: The fusion of leather and hypno are realized when a muscular slave-bot is used to lure a would-be weekend guest into a seductive series of reconditioning scenarios that recalibrate his priorities to serve those of HypnoMasterDante.

Disclaimer: The character HypnoMasterDante was inspired by a real hypnotist, HypnoMasterDino. He actually IS one of the “good guys” and really looks out for subs whether they’re his or not. A loose interpretation was used to create the villain in the story below with his permission, as we both agreed it could be a lot of fun. Enjoy!

I first discovered online hypnosis after stumbling upon a site that tranced the user into worshipping a firefighter. It was hot and I had never been as aroused or drawn into anything before to that degree. I found sites and online messenger program groups and many other corners of the internet to satiate my passion and need; I was a bit of a trance-whore at the time and I knew it. Like all things, it tapered off over time but still provided for the occasional thrill. Years have gone by since hypnosis struck that erotic chord in me again as strongly as that first happenstance, but the whole experience has been a blast. Just like other social networking sites, there is now a site designed specifically for hypnotists and subjects to find each other and share interests, sessions and maybe connect in-person if the conditions are right.

I should also add that I have an incredible lust for the fusion of leather and hypnosis. It completely rocks my cock. I had been speaking with a guy on a leather fetish site who showed up in a results list of profiles when I searched the word ‘hypnosis’. His profile name was HypnoMasterDante. As a subject and submissive, I found the name alone to be a little hot. We had some back and forth chat and he told me about the things he had done with guys, all consensual, turning them into weekend robots when they visited his place, which is just a few hours north of me. He didn’t suggest it at the time, but a weekend getaway of hypno with a leather Sir sounded pretty hot to me.

His pics showed his shiny black gear and chrome trim, and his slim but fit build. He looked tall in the pics and had a Mediterranean look about him, but you never know with pics. He is the one who introduced me to the hypno website. He warned me that some of the guys on there can be sneaky; get you under without you realizing it and have their way with you for while. That seemed like a bit of a stretch to me, but I thanked him kindly. After all, if you don’t want to do something or it goes against your ethic, you are not going to do it under hypnosis anymore than you would wide wake, right?

I setup my profile. I used a main picture that I usually get a good response from; it shows my blond hair and green eyes, trim figure and the stats let folks know that I am 6 foot and weigh 210. I am wearing some pvc/latex pants that I think are hot to wear and they catch the light just right. They also make my generous package quite obvious. Anyway, I’ve been searching profiles, meeting tists and having a lot of fun. Several profiles stand out, one is HypnoLord. This guy only has one profile pic, which probably isn’t him, but he is 6’3” and built like a machine, and ripped. He is also wearing a pair of loose fitting black nylon running shorts; this guy is smok’n! Anyway there are a lot of hot guys that I send brief messages to but never really expect to hear back from.

Time goes by and even this site, for all its fun, starts to lose its appeal. It’s been a few months since I had spoken to HypnoMasterDante when he sends me a message asking if I like to fish, hunt or camp. He’s having a hypno weekend of camping on his property and extended an invite. I was pumped! Thrilled to say the least. HypnoMasterDante doesn’t work with a lot of guys it seems, he gives a lot of good advice, mentors us newbies and gives us a heads-up about the more shady tists out there. He’s been a mentor to me and although I have never gone under with him, I can’t wait to get to his place.

After confirming my attendance, I spoke with Dante about making a longer trip of it. He liked the suggestion and I took a few days off from work to extend the weekend. I set my GPS for ‘Master Dante’s House’ which was fun to hear repeatedly in the mechanic voice during the course of the nearly 5 hour drive.

When I arrived to the address, I kinda hoped for a big mansion or the settings I have read about in so many hypno stories, but it wasn’t anything like that. Dante had a great house, and the neighbors were a good distance off and there were woods in the back, but nothing extraordinary. I pulled into the driveway that wrapped around the back of the house as I had been instructed where I found the garage door open. Standing in the middle of the open space was Dante in his full leather gear! Sweet! He ushered my car into the garage with his leather gloved hands and was smiling.

“Well this isn’t quite the welcome I was expecting” I said.

He laughed a bit, “I wanted you to recognize me. I know how much you like this gear, the shiny chrome in particular, right?”

“Yes!” I responded emphatically.

“You like the way it catches the light and glimmers, huh?”

“Yeah,” I then started to laugh; “you almost had me.”

He laughed, too. “Let’s get you unpacked and inside. Can I have your keys to unload the trunk?”

“Sure,” I said.

He opened the trunk and said “Come to me MarcBot’.

I wasn’t sure what to think of that, but then a spectacle of a man entered the garage through the door connecting it to the house. He was wearing a one-piece garment of a wet-look silver/chrome spandex material. Every curve, fold and muscle flex was evident on this guy, and he had to have a body fat percentage in the single digits. It was hot. The material he wore was as close to the liquid Terminator as fabric could get, I suppose. MarcBot had an empty glare to his demeanor and went straight to Dante who instructed him to remove my bags and take them to my room.

Looking at me, Dante said, “Some guys have different interests than you. You remember that we spoke about my live-ins and the robot play I do, right?”

I did remember, I was just caught off-guard by it. I kinda liked it, too. “Yea, I remember. His role-playing is perfect though.”

Dante smirked, “When you want it, it is hardly role-playing. Some guys who didn’t want it but were open minded found they loved it, too. I bet you’d like to be dressed like that for me, huh?”

“Hmmph,” was the only response I could muster at the moment. My feelings were mixed but I kinda liked the idea of dressing like that for the weekend.

We walked into the house which was pretty typical, but I could smell leather… more than just the expensive couch and recliner I could see in the next room. Stunned, I observed standing in the corner of the living room, past the kitchen, with a similarly blank glare was none-other than HypnoLord! My jaw dropped as I turned to Dante and pointed at my source for countless j/o sessions.

“What is that!?” Dante had a huge grin. He walked across the room in his leather gear towards HypnoLord’s nearly naked body and put a hand on his massive chest.

“You want to touch him,” he said as more of a command, but I took it as a question.

“Yes!”

“Get over here and show me how you worship muscle.”

“Yes Sir,” I said while somewhat in awe. HypnoLord was the perfect lure for me.

I was apprehensive as I approached this muscle-god among men. HypnoLord just stared forward. He was warm and his muscles seemed even larger in person. I kissed one of his pecs. It tasted sweet. I could smell the musk from his pits and I moved over to lick it. “Raise your arm JimBot,” Dante said from behind me. He was like a puppet-master coordinating an intricate dance. HypnoLord, I mean JimBot, raised his arm and I began to worship that huge muscular pit with my tongue. I could still taste the sweetness of his skin and I worked my way down his arm and then back to his pecs and neck.

“He tastes sweet, Dante,” I say, wondering if there is something to this.

Dante responds, “Yes, that’s a little something I used to help him relax earlier. It will have the same effect on you.”

My heart raced for an instant realizing that this wasn’t the answer I had expected. Dante was one of the good tists though, I didn’t have to worry.

Again, from behind me, I could hear Dante say, “Why don’t you kneel before my newest slave-bot and worship his crotch a little? You know it’s the next natural step anyway.”

I hesitated further when I heard Dante say “JimBot, make the new boy kneel before you.”

That’s when I felt the crushing force of HypnoLord’s upper body strength fall on my shoulders, buckling my knees and positioning me before his crotch. I felt the tip of his dick rub against my face through his black nylon shorts. The whole scene was erotic, but there was a strange smell and I still objected to the sudden use of strength.

“Dante, there wasn’t a need to force me here, it’s hot. What gives?”

“JimBot, help my newest Bot smell your crotch.”

“Yes Master.”

“What!?” I react, when the strong hands force my face full-on into his crotch. It is a mixed scent of man and chemicals. I couldn’t help but linger for a moment, taking it all in… one deep inhale and I began to feel light headed; the sweet taste in my mouth relaxes me a little, too. The pressure of the hard thick cock against my face is the last thing I remember thinking about before passing out.

I came-to in an unfamiliar place and I was strapped to a chair with thick leather belts. It seemed a bit musky, it felt like a basement, but deeper and it was dark but for a bit of light behind me. In front of me, off to the right a bit I saw the shell of HypnoLord, but he was now a complete bot, submissive to Dante. He stood there in a shiny liquid-silver suit, polished black rubber boots and gloves, and what appeared to be dog tags around his neck. His impressive physique was made bare for all to see, all of it, and his handsome face and black wavy hair were intact. Just standing there, staring blankly waiting for orders it seemed.

It occurred to me that my own body felt really comfortable, smooth and cool. I looked down at myself in horror to find I was wearing one of the exact same suits!

JimBot startled me by breaking his motionless stance and making a move in my direction. He stood very close to me and while I could not help but to admire his physique, I was distraught at the application of that sweet substance on my neck and under the collar of my suit.

“It has already been applied to your entire body ZeekBot, your sweet complacency during what is clearly objectionable is evidence of that.”

I couldn’t see Dante, but I let out my first reaction, if not entirely absurd, “ZeekBot!? Really, Zeek!? I thought you were at least using these guys’ names. Why am I Zeek?”

“Relax ZeekBot, your questions do not need to be answered, because shortly you will not have any questions nor will you ever desire to question your Master again...”

JimBot began applying the substance under the wrists of the suit, and then he knelt down and applied it just under the cuff at the ankles and then all over my feet, then hands. He produced a pair of black rubbery gloves that he slid on to my restrained hands. He proceeded without regard to my protest. The boots were snug and the slimy substance worked its way between my toes and fingers adhering the gloves and boots to my skin in the same manner it kept the suit on my body.

“Understand slave-bot that HypnoLord, with all his muscle and hypnotic prowess was destroyed by my methods. You offer no meaningful resistance and are mine to mold and use. Like you, muscles here came for an extended weekend of fishing and camping before I turned him into my submissive subordinate. Would-be bots like yourself easily succumb to JimBot’s prowess, making him the perfect tool to recruit or ensnare slaves like you. You see, the extended weekend is just the amount of time I need for you to succumb entirely within my conversion apparatus. Chemical assaults on your nervous system, electro-stimulation and the right words will give your life new meaning. You are feeling a pleasurable sensation right now, aren’t you my new slave?”

I became conscious of a slight tingle coursing through my entire body. “Yes, what is that? And I am not your slave!”

“It is an electric current running through the metallic fibers of the suit and traveling through the serum covering your skin and into your body. It is just one method of your reprogramming and ultimate domination. I am sure the current has already found its way into the pre-cum leaking from your cock as you lust after HypnoLord. Isn’t that right, slave?”

He was enjoying this and I was in trouble. I felt the energy tingle in my cock and reach deep into my balls.

I began to shake furiously against my restraints and struggled to the best of my ability, all for naught. HypnoLord was still kneeling before me. His muscle produced enough heat that I could feel it from a few inches away, and when our suits touched briefly, I felt a small spark. It weakened me considerably, as my lust for him changed to a deep need to satisfy the horny animal hunger that had been growing from the moment I first saw him. The spark had broken my concentration and left me increasingly vulnerable.

“I am your Master, slave. You are now ZeekBot, my newest acquisition and I have several plans for you. Resist all you want, the more tired you are, the easier to break you down.”

Dante walked around from behind me and stood behind the kneeling mass of metallic muscle, straddled his broad shoulders and put his hands on JimBot’s head. He massaged the former HypnoLord’s crown and the silver slave purred with enjoyment. Dressed in his leather pants, harness and jacket, HypnoMasterDante also wore a chrome trimmed cover with aviator glasses. He knew what turned me on and I let my rock-hard cock thrust against the silver material, against my better judgment.

“Good slave; this is the fantasy we spoke about so many times. Give in to it and enjoy yourself.”

It occurred to me that we may have had a discussion about my fantasies, and this wasn’t too far off from a mixture of his and mine. Maybe I wasn’t going to be turned into a bot. Maybe he was making it seem real to make it more exciting. He was the mentor tist after all, not the unethical type.

“Yes Sir.” I should go along with this, there isn’t a need to resist. For once I should just let go and enjoy myself. This was hot after all.

“I am your Master, slave, and demand your respect. Address me as such.”

“Yes Master!”

“You will now think of me as Master, call me Master in your mind and you will address me as HypnoMasterDante out loud, do you understand slave?”

“Yes, HypnoMasterDante” I responded.

HypnoMasterDante was well aware of my train of thought; all the would-be bots had similar lines of thinking.

“Good slave.”

He stepped to the side of JimBot and came close to me, placing a leathered hand across my forehead, pushing my head to the back of the chair. I offered no resistance. A set of clamps came down on either side of my skull, and a strap was secured across my forehead. HypnoMasterDante retrieved a small cap from a side table with a series of prongs along the sides and placed it on my head. I could feel him adjusting the head piece when I felt slight pressure in each of my ears. Nothing painful and more bits of pressure became present around the crown of my head. I saw the words ‘Nova-Pro’ on what would be the final piece of equipment that I was aware of before I lost track of what was happening.

HypnoMasterDante clipped eye covers onto the cap, and semi-spheres lowered from above my line of vision onto each eye, encapsulating them and shielding them from the world.

“JimBot, begin giving head to my new slave-bot,” I heard, as a series of lights began to flash. The warmth of his mouth of my rigid cock through the material was incredible. Slightly electric, warm and wet. A surge of pre-cum was an immediate reaction sending a charge of energy into the base of my hard shaft. The lights flashed in a haphazard pattern that was hard to consciously assimilate. I became lost in a trance-like state. Hypnotized. Open to suggestion. Occasionally I saw words like ‘Submit’ or ‘Serve and Service’.

I heard HypnoMasterDante’s voice tell me to let go and give in to the message.

“That’s right… that’s right… you’re doing perfectly,” I would hear on occasion.

The cap lowered two syringes from the back of my head into the base of my skull. I was mentally numb at this point and barely registered the prick. The chemicals kept me alert, open minded and began to eat away at my memory. The lights gave me the messages I needed to know. The process eliminated that which was unnecessary. Images of silver slave-bots in submissive positions to HypnoMasterDante fed hours of milking while strapped in his apparatus that collected my gobs of sticky slave cum.

I don’t know exactly when I forgot what I was. I know now that HypnoMasterDante is all that matters to me. I live to serve him. I seek to be programmed with the instructions to best service his needs. I like looking at my suit and the robotic suits of my brother slave-bots. I am part machine, I know this now. I am grateful to HypnoMasterDante for giving me this new life. I live to serve HypnoMasterDante.

“Kneel ZeekBot.”

“Yes, HypnoMasterDante.”

Once on my knees, Master completes my programming session by satisfying a core requirement to wear my tags at all time. Master lowers a set of military style dog tags around my neck. One says ‘Property of HypnoMasterDante’, the other reads ‘My designation is ZeekBot’.

Level one programming is complete.

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