**Daddy’s Hypnotized Boy**

I never expected my night to end like this. I was just crashing at my friend’s place after a long day of classes—Elliot, this cute, innocent 19-year-old with big brown eyes and a shy smile. He was sweet, a little awkward, and totally unaware of what I had planned for him.

See, I’d been studying hypnosis for a while—not the stage kind, the *real* kind. The kind that makes pliable boys like Elliot melt under my control. And tonight? Tonight, he was going to be my perfect little plaything.

We were in his bedroom, just hanging out, when I casually suggested trying something fun. “Ever been hypnotized, Elliot?” I asked, smirking. He blinked, curious. “N-no… is it safe?”

“Of course,” I lied smoothly. “Just relax for me, baby boy.”

I had him sit on the edge of the bed, his hands fidgeting. My voice dropped low, rhythmic. “That’s it… just look at my fingers… focus…” I traced slow circles in the air, watching his pupils dilate. “You feel so good, so heavy… sinking deeper… just for Daddy.”

Elliot’s breath slowed, his lips parting slightly. Fuck, he was gorgeous like this—pliant, trusting. I kept murmuring, weaving my words into his mind. “You love how Daddy’s voice makes you feel… so warm, so *obedient*…”

His cock twitched in his sweatpants. I smirked. “That’s right, baby. Daddy knows what you need.” I leaned in, brushing my thumb over his nipple through his thin t-shirt. He gasped. “S-sensitive…” he mumbled.

“Oh, I know,” I purred. “Daddy’s gonna make them feel *so* good.” I pinched lightly, rolling the stiff peak between my fingers. Elliot whimpered, his hips jerking. His cock was fully hard now, tenting his pants. “F-fuck…”

“Language, baby,” I teased, unbuttoning his shirt. His chest was smooth, his nipples already tight and pink. I bent down, licking one while I twisted the other. Elliot *moaned*, back arching. “Daddy, please—!”

I pushed him onto the bed, climbing over him. “Shhh… just let me take care of you.” My hand slid down, palming his cock through his pants. He was *throbbing*.

I tugged his sweats down, freeing his hard, leaking dick. Fuck, he was perfect—slender but twitching with need. I licked up his shaft, then swallowed him whole. Elliot cried out, fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh my *God*—!”

I deepthroated him, hollowing my cheeks, loving the way his hips jerked helplessly. His precum coated my tongue, salty-sweet. “Daddy’s mouth feel good, baby?” I murmured between sucks.

“Y-yes! So good, *so good*—!” His voice was wrecked already.

I pulled off with a wet *pop*, grinning as he whined. “Daddy’s not done.” I yanked his legs apart, exposing his tight little hole. “You ever been fucked, Elliot?”

He shook his head, eyes wide. “N-no, but I—I want it. *Please*.”

I spat on my fingers, rubbing his entrance. He tensed at first, but I murmured, “Relax, baby… Daddy’s got you.” Slowly, I pushed one finger inside. He was *so* tight, clenching around me. “Fuck… you’re perfect.”

I worked him open, adding a second finger, scissoring gently. Elliot writhed, toes curling. “M-more—*more*!”

I slicked up my cock with his spit and my own precum, lining up. “Gonna fill you up now, baby.” I pushed in, *slow*, watching his face twist in pleasure-pain. “Shit—*shit*, you’re *tight*—”

Elliot’s nails dug into my back as I bottomed out. His cunt hugged me like a vice, hot and clenching. I started thrusting, hard and deep, making him scream. “Daddy! *Fuck*—!”

I gripped his hips, slamming into him. His dick bounced, leaking all over his stomach. “That’s it, take it like a good boy,” I growled.

He came untouched, *hard*, his cum splattering his chest as his hole spasmed around me. I fucked him through it, then finally spilled inside him, filling him up.

Collapsing on top of him, I kissed his neck. “Good boy.”

Elliot just whimpered, already half-asleep. I smirked.

Daddy’s hypnotized boy indeed.