Hypnosis

N-no.
Need to….turn off the website.
Eric tried with all his might to reach for the mouse, but his arms now slumped to his sides. His head began to lull as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
He was gone.
He had lost.
He mindlessly clicked on an additional link on the web page and opened a Webcam link.

The man at the other end smiled as he saw the shirtless stud try with all his might to resist the pull.

“Tattoo For You, how may you serve me?” He said to Eric.

Eric drooled as he replied: “Tattoo Drone obeys. Tattoo drone requires marking as Masters property.”

“Good boy. Come to the address that I am sending you. Come shirtless, boy.” He said.

Eric nodded and as soon as the address was sent, he stood up and walked there.

The man at the tattoo parlour smiled. It had been a brilliant idea to place mind altering messages imbedded in his web design. The code infiltrated the minds of any men that looked at his Tattoo Website. Then, they would feel the need to click on the Webcam link. From there he could vet and sift out the men he was or was not interested in. This latest one was hot.
Sometime later, Eric walked through the door into the tattoo parlor.

“Tattoo Slave obeys Master.” He said in a monotone voice to the receptionist. The receptionist was clearly entranced too and guided Eric to the back.

The Master Tattooist entered.
“My good boy. So obedient. So easy to follow orders. So eager to have this new tattoo by me. It will be your slave number. Each time you hear me say the words ‘Tattoo For You..’ followed by your number, you will sleep deep into trance. Mindless and obedient to my will. Isn’t that right, boy? Good, I’m glad that you agree. Let us begin your new slave number tattoo. You will feel no pain as I touch your forehead. You will slip into a deep sleep.”

The Master touched Eric’s forehead and watched as his whole body relaxed. He then began work on the slave tattoo.

Eric awoke on a chair, slightly slumped in front of a man with a camera.

“what the…what the fuck happened? I was at home on my computer. Where…where am I and who are you?”, he asked the man.

The man merely smiled and held up his camera.
“Tattoo For You…Number 13”.

Eric’s eyes fluttered and his eyes became vacant.
The Master took a picture of that moment before directing his new slave to kneel before him and service his Master

This website may be the best idea he’d had, he thought, as Eric mindlessly said “Tattoo Slave obeys Master.” as he knelt before his Master