The Unbound Stud Wouldn't Stop Calling Me Master
by Curios53
3 Jan 2022 1431 readers Score 8.8 (10 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
I don't know what's happening. One moment, I was winding down from a busy day at work in my small yet cheap apartment and the next is...
The next is-
"Um," a deep voice called out, "Tony?"
I looked up. Where am I? The man who was talking to me sat behind a desk. A receptionist's desk. He was too built for that button-down. He was too built for a desk job. He was too built period.
Concern was on his face, but not so much that he'd stand up from his seat.
"You okay, bro?"
I felt the eyes of other people in the room on me. "Uh, yes." I stammered. "Thank you."
The room I was in looked run-in, like it's been here for a very long time. Somehow, I knew this was a counselor's clinic near my apartment.
Whoa-
Apartment? Yeah, I did live in one but there's this disconnect between my old, dingy but affordable apartment and these new memories(?) of living in one that looked more like the set of sitcom dramas targeting my age demographic. You know: the apartments that looked like the character couldn't afford it.
My name-
Still the same.
But memories of my past life and new memories(?) of a different life were merging-? What? My parents were- who were my parents? Did I have siblings? I did, right? Wait- that's-
I need some fresh air. I stood up, making the other people focus their attention on me, but I was too keyed up to notice them.
Still, the walls felt like they were closing in on me, "I'm, uh, can I use your restroom?"
The receptionist hunk looked at me like this was the first time this happened. He looked unsure at me, before looking at a few post-it notes on his computer screen. "Uh-I mean, um, go there and go right. It's on the first door that you see." Raising his hands made the seams of his shirt stretch, and I swear I could hear a faint tearing sound.
If I wasn't so upset I would have found that hot.
The sound of water running sort of calmed me. Splashing some on my face not just cooled me off literally, it allowed me to get my thoughts in order.
Looking at my reflection: still the same. I-wait...
Turning to the side, I saw that my ass looked plumper. It's never looked that good before. Even in my youth. Of course, there are memories of me exercising regularly but I'm not sure if these memories were my old memories or my new ones.
*mmph!*
What's that sound?
It sounded muffled. But nearby.
"Hello?"
My legs moved on autopilot. This stall? It was the farthest one from the entrance. Gently, I pushed the door open.
"Oh my God." The first thing I saw were tanned muscles. Then I saw ropes keeping those muscles bound. On reflex, I tried to reach out, "Are you okay?"
His skin felt warm to the touch and the crude writings of the F slur written on his chest didn't go unnoticed to me too. What's happening here? Is he a victim of a hate crime? I gotta call the police. I need to help him out of his restraints first though.
*mmph*
I took off the gag in his mouth. And then the blindfold on his eyes. "Help me. Please..." His voice was tired. Hoarse too, like he'd been screaming earlier.
I nodded immediately and tried to untie the ropes on him. He wasn't naked, but he had this obscene leather jockstrap on. Obscene because he was packing. But I tried to ignore the blush that crept to my face and did my best to-
"I need to call for help."
"No!" He shook his head, upset. "Please. I-just help me get out of this."
His eyes were so blue, it made my heart skip. I had to look away. "Okay."
It took a couple of minutes but once he was unbound, I had to help him down. He had been bound in a compromising position on the toilet. "Easy now, easy."
His wall of muscle on top of me felt warm-
I felt him sink his head at the crook of my neck, his strong arms wrapped around my torso. He was hugging me tightly.
"Hey," I wasn't one for hugs with strangers but he was shaking like a leaf, "Hey, it's okay now." He wouldn't let me go so I tried to reciprocate the hug.
God, these muscles were intense. But definitely not unpleasant.
"I think we should call the police now."
"No!" He hugged me tighter, getting upset. "No police. Please."
"But you're a victim. Of an assault or a hate crime. Or both!"
"He's got the police under his pocket too." He whispered vaguely before untangling himself from the hug.
His name was Brad. And he has no recollection of how he got here.
"But you know the person who did this to you?" I was skeptical of him. But then again, there was no way he would've been able to tie himself up alone.
"I," he placed his hands by his temples, trying to remember, "I know this doesn't make sense but-"
"Ah, so this is where you were."
I turned around to see this aged man with grey hair.
"Doc!" Brad beside me paled.
There is a guy like that in my new memories but-
"Oh Brad, I am so disappointed in you." The old man didn't look imposing but his presence made the man beside me quiver.
"Hey, knock it off, old man. Can't you see he's upset?"
"Tony," the old man turned to me, he has the air of a predator despite looking stringy and weak. "Be a good boy and kindly return to the lobby and take your seat. I'll be with you shortly."
This is going to sound cringe but: that's a red flag.
"Uh, I think Brad and I are gonna go home now." despite Brad being almost a head taller than me, I made the effort to wrap an arm over his shoulder and pull him closer to me.
The almost nonchalant but off-putting fatherly gaze of this person vanished, replaced by a cold fury in his eyes. But then he composed himself and smiled again, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that. Why don't you listen to Daddy?"
Ew. What the hell? That took a turn.
"After all, Daddy Alpha knows what's best for you pups."
Oh. My. God.
Blergh! But wait...
A muscular stud named Brad bound on a toilet. An old geezer claiming to be a doctor. And 'Daddy Alpha knows what's best for you pups'?
I know this.
I've read this!
This is... the trashy hypnosis erotic story called 'Himbo Conversion Therapy Fuck'! Yeah, just by the name itself, it's self-explanatory about what it's about. It's from a niche genre, with readers in the thousands.
I stumbled upon the story... the night upon I got-
This is...
I saw Brad beside me go limp. Just standing there, a blank look in his eyes.
"Told you it's best to listen to me." The old geezer said triumphantly.
"You do realize that that was the most cringe shit I've ever heard in my entire life." It's all falling into place now. The overlap of two sets of memories. Me having a better ass. This weird scenario happening right now.
Either I am lucid dreaming or I somehow ended up in a story that I was about to jack off to.
If this is a lucid dream, I have control of this reality.
Okay. Think of teleporting away. Place two fingers on my temples and... Nada.
Reincarnation it is!
It's like one of those Japanese light novels that I used to read. Or, like, one of those self-insert fanfics.
Wait, does that mean, I am dead? In the real world, I mean?
"I seem to have met someone immune to my hypnosis." The 'Doc' said to me.
I tilted my head. This old geezer was the protagonist. The character the readers were supposed to identify themselves as. But because the author aims to get as many people to identify himself with the protagonist as possible, the character ended up feeling a sociopath if you thought about their personality and motivations. Doesn't help when the author tries to cater to the whims of the comments trying to guide how the plot would go to.
Not to say he and the story weren't poorly written. But erotica stories didn't need a properly constructed plot - it just needed to be stimulating.
"First time for everything, I guess," I told him.
He placed a hand over my shoulder and looked at me in the eyes. His stare looked like a thousand-yard stare and it was creepy. "Are you done?" I told him. "Please don't touch me."
I shrugged off his hand and walked to Brad, still in a stupor. "Hey, Brad?" I nudged him.
He didn't stir. "It's time to wake up now Brad."
The man stirred.
"Impossible..." Doc whispered.
I snorted. While I do think that there is some truth to hypnosis, the way how the author built his hypnosis lore for this one? Totally bonkers.
"Urgh..." Brad's eyes were no longer glassy. "Tony?"
I grinned at him, "you alright, Br-"
*prrrrt*
It may sound like I am shitting on the author but I like the author. Unironically, in fact. I even am a subscriber over at his Patreon.
Besides, he knows how to write well. Knows how to press all the turn-on buttons for me whenever I read his stories. And is great at describing sex scenes.
But now that I am in this reality. This was just ridiculous.
The 'Doc' used a whistle to get the attention of Bull.
From the restroom's entrance, burst in the muscular receptionist from earlier. He was one of the hypnotized victims of the protagonist.
"Bull," Doc pointed at me, "capture that pup!"
Oh my God. I am cringing again. Who calls real people pups outside of, you know, intercourse? I definitely am in this hypnosis story
I was about to say a sarcastic retort when I was tackled on the ground. God this stud hits like a truck.
The wind was knocked off of me. I couldn't move as I was pinned on the ground until I saw a big palm appear from behind to grab Bull by the neck.
"Brad!"
"Get off of him!" Brad said, trying to pry the brute away from me.
Doc blew on his whistle again. And this time the other males in the lobby entered. These were the other hypnotized characters of 'Himbo Conversion Therapy Fuck'.
I recognized a few of them, like Chad the cop from chapter 7. He had cropped hair. It's his defining personality trait.
What? These are hypnotized studs. The story doesn't need to flesh out its characters. The author just needed to write great prose in describing their appearances and in getting fucked by Doc's clients. If they're hot, they're gonna get fucked. Who cares about their personality - unless they're the hot white homophobe character then you'd expect paragraphs and paragraphs of exposition.
"Capture him!" Doc pointed at me.
I kicked Bull, the shock making him fall to the ground. I turned to Brad, "let's get out of here."
Brad, despite looking a little worse for wear grinned at me. And holy-he's for sure hot. Like literally.
Bursting out of the clinic, I looked back and saw Brad not far behind. My newfound memories told me that I could run because I used(?) to run track, while Brad was because he used to be a football player - the position that tackles other dudes away. What? I am not good with sports I mean.
The night sky was starless.
And is that?
"Two moons." One was big while a smaller one orbited around the bigger one - does that affect the weather? Dunno.
Anyway, two moons, because the author had explicitly stated that 'Himbo Conversion Therapy Fuck' was set in the same universe as his other hypnosis stories - ala MCU.
A universe that had magic, wishing lamps, and alien imperialists.
Looking up, I saw a caped muscular man in spandex glide through the air.
I really did reincarnate in this new world.
A/N: notice how this reads like a fanfic or Japanese isekai light novel? Trying to emulate that! Also, this is NOT to kink shame people who like hypnosis stories. I like them. Expect updates soon!