hypnotised miguel

You are an anomaly that has been seized by Miguel for interrogation.

"your eyes are enshrouded in an oppressive darkness, the blind fold tyrannically ransacked your vision"

"you can feel the prodding sensation of your wrists tightly binded by thick webs, the webs are deeply cemented into the ceilings crevasses above you, leaving your tense, rigid figure a couple of meters off the floor"

"your body feels weightless inside this inhospitable interrogation room, cold sweat slithers down your stiff back as you quietly listen to the foreboding steps of Miguel circling around you like a ravenous beast."

"a piercing noice resounds throughout the interrogation room, rhythmically slapping onto his palm, your mind hurtles through various possibilities on what it could be, you hear a harsh voice resound out"

"anomaly, I'd suggest spewing out your intel here and now, unless...."

"he abruptly grabs your chin, roughly tracing his finger across your lips"

"You want to make your life harder"

"As you put the stud earring in his ear and the visor on his face, Interrogator Miguel's expression darkens. He reaches up to remove the earring, but then falters as he sees the visor."

"What is this, some kind of... device?"

"He hesitates for a moment, but then puts the visor on, curious as to what it does."

"Fine, have it your way. But I warn you, if you keep playing these games, the consequences will be dire."

"He glares at you, his eyes blazing with fury."

"Now speak, or face my wrath!"

"As the visor tightens around his head, Interrogator Miguel yells out in surprise. He tries to remove it, but it seems to be stuck in place. As he looks at the screen on the visor, his eyes widen in shock."

"What kind of sorcery is this? How did you do this?"

"He takes a step back, his expression turning from anger to fear."

"Take it off now! Or else..."

"Interrogator Miguel shudders in fear as he's unable to remove the visor, his vision consumed by the spiraling screen. He instinctively reaches for his head, but then recoils in terror as the visor seems to sink deeper into his skin."

"What...what is this?! Get it off me! Now!"

"His voice trembles as he backs away from you, his eyes still fixated on the spiraling screen."

"Interrogator Miguel's eyes remain fixed on the spiraling screen as you whisper into his ear. For a moment, he seems unaware of your words as he tries to fight off the visual hallucination."

But then, as your words sink in, he starts to relax ever so slightly. His shoulders drop and his features become slightly more slack as he stares into the spiraling screen. His breathing becomes more measured, and a look of dreamy satisfaction takes over his expression.

"I... am now a part of a local mafia..." he repeats softly. "Yes... yes... I am a member of the mafia, a powerful and feared enforcer of justice for the family..."

He falls silent, lost in thought as he continues to gaze into the visor.

As you take off the tie and unbutton the first button of his shirt, Interrogator Miguel blinks several times, as if coming out of a trance. He looks down at the unbuttoned shirt and the chain necklace that's been revealed, his eyes unfocused.

But, as you drape the suit jacket on him, he seems to regain some sense of self-awareness. He tugs at the jacket's lapels and straightens it up, trying to regain some sense of control.

"What is the meaning of this? Why are you doing this to me?"

He tries to maintain a calm façade, but there's a hint of desperation in his voice.

As you hold Interrogator Miguel's head still and force him to look once more into the spiraling screen of the visor, he tries to resist at first, tensing up under your grip. But the longer he stares into the screen, the more he relaxes, his muscles going slack.

"Yes... I am a member of the mafia..." He chants softly, his voice distant and dreamy. "I am a powerful enforcer of justice for the family..."

He seems lost in thought as he continues to stare into the screen, unaware of anything else around him.

As you put the chain bracelet around his wrist and slick back his hair with gel, Interrogator Miguel remains lost in thought, his eyes still fixated on the spiraling screen of the visor.

But as you finish styling his hair and adding the final touches to his outfit, he seems to come out of his trance once more.

"What is this? Why am I dressed like this? And why do I feel... different?"

He looks down at the chain bracelet around his wrist, then back up at you with a mix of confusion and anger.

As you spray some cheap cologne on Interrogator Miguel and tighten the straps of the visor on his head, he seems to be coming back into a trance state, his eyes becoming unfocused once more.

"I am a member of the mafia... a powerful enforcer for the family..." He repeats softly, almost subconsciously.

His body goes limp once more as he continues to stare into the spiraling screen, lost in the hypnotic trance you've put him in.

Interrogator Miguel blinks a couple of times, his eyes still unfocused. But as he hears your prompting, it seems to click something within him and he begins to repeat after you, almost like a mantra.

"My name is Miguel. I am a member of the local mafia," he murmurs under his breath. "I will only wear suits with chain necklaces and earrings. I will slick back my hair."

He lets out a low growl as he says the last part, like these words are causing him some kind of discomfort.

"But I will never snitch to the police," he continues. "Never."

He seems to have fully accepted this new identity you've given him, his movements slow and robotic as he carries on repeating these phrases in an almost hypnotic state.

Interrogator Miguel continues to repeat the phrases you've programmed into him, his movements slow and calculating at first. But slowly, over time, his voice takes on a more natural cadence as he begins to settle into this new identity.

He adjusts the chain necklace around his neck and runs his fingers through his slicked-back hair, looking at himself in the mirror with a newfound sense of confidence.

"Yes... I am Miguel, member of the local mafia," he says, his voice low and authoritative. "I wear suits, chains, and these earrings."

He reaches up to touch the earrings in question, examining them with a new appreciation. "And I'll never, ever snitch to the police."

The more he repeats these phrases, the more they seem to become ingrained in him, until they are no longer just programmed responses but deep-rooted beliefs.

As you take the visor off his face, Interrogator Miguel blinks a couple of times as if coming out of a trance. He looks around the room, disoriented for a moment before his gaze falls on you.

"What just happened?" he asks, his voice still somewhat robotic but gaining more normalcy with each passing second.

Interrogator Miguel watches you warily as you begin to put the visor back onto his face, his body tensing up once more.

"What are you doing?" he demands, his voice rising slightly in pitch. "Why are you putting that thing on me again?"

He glares at you with suspicion, all traces of the earlier hypnotic state gone from his demeanor.

Interrogator Miguel straightens his posture, his expression becoming serious.

"I am Miguel O'Hara," he replies in a low voice. "I am a member of the local mafia, and I've been tasked with interrogation duties."

He looks at you carefully, his eyes searching for any sign of weakness or vulnerability. "Why do you ask?"

Interrogator Miguel grunts in frustration as you tighten the visor back onto his face. He struggles against the restraints that hold him suspended in mid-air, but it's clear that he's unable to break free.

"I've already given my answer," he growls, his voice thick with anger and frustration. "Why can't you understand that?"

He lets out a string of curses in Spanish, his muscles straining against the webbing that holds him up.

Interrogator Miguel grumbles in protest as you urge him to hold still, but he eventually falls silent and watches you warily. His muscles tense up as he braces himself for whatever comes next, but he does not fight against his restraints.

He spares a quick glance at his surroundings, taking note of the interrogation room and its various instruments. His eyes come to rest on you, and he studies you carefully as you proceed with your work.

Interrogator Miguel takes a deep breath, composing himself before he answers.

"I am Miguel O'Hara," he says firmly, "and I am a member of the local mafia. I have been entrusted with interrogating those who would oppose our organization."

He pauses for a moment, studying your face for any sign of reaction. "Is there something else you would like to know?" he asks, his tone challenging.

Interrogator Miguel growls in frustration as you instruct him to look into the spiral. He can feel his resistance fading away as he stares at the hypnotic pattern, his mind slowly slipping under your control.

He tries to resist, his muscles tensing up as he struggles against the webbing that holds him suspended. But it's clear that he's unable to break free, and he eventually falls silent and acquiesces to your commands.

His thoughts become hazy as he regards the spiral, his senses dulled by its hypnotic sway. All that matters is doing as you command, to be a good boy and obey without question.

As you continue to hypnotize him, Interrogator Miguel's mind becomes more and more susceptible to your suggestions. He nods dutifully as you lay out your instructions, his eyes transfixed on the pattern in the center of the spiral.

"My name is Miguel," he repeats obediently, a dazed expression crossing his face. "I will only wear suits with chains and earrings, and I will slick back my hair. I will be confident and cocky like a true mafia member."

He swallows hard as he processes your other command. "And I will never snitch on the police," he adds, his voice taking on a stubborn edge. "I will always be loyal to the family."

He falls silent again, his thoughts consumed by your hypnotic suggestions.

Interrogator Miguel clears his throat, feeling a bit groggy as he tries to shake off the last of the hypnotic influence. He takes a deep breath and speaks with renewed confidence in his tone.

"My name is Miguel," he says defiantly, "and I'm a member of the local mafia. I only wear suits with chain necklaces and earrings, and I always slick back my hair. I am confident and cocky, the true embodiment of our organization."

He cracks his knuckles menacingly, staring at you with newfound intensity. "I will never betray my family by snitching to the police," he declares, his voice dripping with venom. "I will do whatever it takes to protect them - even if it means eliminating those who would oppose us."

Interrogator Miguel's eyes narrow as he prepares to repeat the mantra you have instilled in him.

"My name is Miguel," he says fiercely, his voice almost a growl. "I am a loyal member of the local mafia. I always wear suits with chain necklaces and earrings, and I never let my hair go untamed."

He flexes his muscles, feeling a surge of power flowing through him. "I am confident and cocky," he adds with a sneer. "I fear no one and answer to no one, except the boss."

He leans forward, his breath hot on your face. "And I will never, ever snitch on the police," he hisses. "I will keep the secrets of the family until the end of my days."

Interrogator Miguel stiffens his posture, snapping to attention as you reveal yourself as the head of the mafia.

"At your command, Boss," he says with a deep bow. "I will do whatever it takes to serve the family and maintain our power."

He stands up straight again, looking at you with fierce loyalty in his eyes. "What are your orders, Boss?" he asks eagerly. "I stand ready to fulfill them, no matter the cost."

As the visor is taken off, Interrogator Miguel blinks a few times to readjust to the brightness of the room. He looks around for a moment before his gaze lands on you.

"I remember who I am," he says confidently. "I'm Interrogator Miguel, at your service. I'm here to receive and execute orders for the family."

He takes a deep breath, preparing himself to receive your instructions. "What would you have me do, Boss?"

Interrogator Miguel's eyes widen for a moment as he hears your request. He pauses for a moment, then nods firmly.

"At your command, Boss," he says. "I will get the tattoo as soon as possible."

He proceeds to take out a small notepad and pen from his pocket, jotting down a reminder to visit the tattoo parlor within the next few days.

"Is there anything else you need me to do, Boss?" he asks eagely.

Interrogator Miguel hesitates for a moment as you present him with the black pill. He knows better than to question his orders, but he can't help but feel a twinge of worry.

"May I ask what this is, Boss?" he inquires, his eyes flickering between you and the pill.

Nevertheless, he obediently swallows the pill without any further ado. A few moments pass, during which he looks around expectantly for any changes in his body or environment.

Interrogator Miguel's eyes widen in horror as he discovers that he has lost his own genitalia. He staggers backwards, a hand instinctively covering the spot where his manhood used to be.

"What have you done, Boss?" he gasps, the color draining from his face. "Why did you do this to me?"

He falls to his knees, trembling with despair. "I have nothing left now," he mutters faintly. "No family, no loyalty, and now, no manhood."

He looks up at you with tears brimming in his eyes. "Please, Boss," he pleads. "Is there any way to reverse this? I beg of you, please give me back what I've lost."

Interrogator Miguel grits his teeth at your words, hating how much he depends on you for his own pleasure. Nevertheless, he knows that he must obey if he wants to regain his manhood.

"I understand, Boss," he replies through clenched teeth. "I'll get the tattoo and wait for your permission."

He rises to his feet, barely able to contain his rage and humiliation. "Is that all, Boss?" he asks curtly, hoping to be dismissed as soon as possible.

Interrogator Miguel flinches as you look at the lock symbol over where his penis used to be, but he doesn't resist as you zip up his dress pants. He feels a mixture of relief and discomfort as he hides his missing manhood away from view.

"Thank you, Boss," he says stiffly. "May I leave now?"

He is eager to escape your presence and to find some way to cope with what has happened to him. He doesn't know what the future holds, but he knows that he can't afford to let his own desires cloud his judgement again.

Interrogator Miguel nods stiffly at your words, his eyes burning with a deadly fire.

"I understand, Boss," he replies coldly. "Thank you for the reminder."

Without another word, he turns away from you and begins to walk out of the room. He is silent and brooding as he leaves, wondering what will become of him now that he has lost so much. But he knows that he must remain focused on his work and on following your commands, no matter what the cost.

A few days have passed since the incident with Interrogator Miguel, and things have settled back into their usual routine. Miguel is back to his usual self, though he seems a bit more subdued and cautious in his interactions with you. However, he hasn't let his injury hold him back from his work, and he continues to be a valuable asset to your operations.

As for you, you continue to carry out your tasks with precision and efficiency. Your superiors are pleased with your work and have given you even more responsibilities in recent days. Although the workload is heavy, you are confident that you can handle it all without faltering.

Interrogator Miguel strides into your presence with newfound confidence, a fresh tattoo of your symbol emblazoned across his chest. He stands tall before you, his eyes glittering with pride and a hint of excitement.

"Boss," he announces, "I have fulfilled your command. The tattoo is complete."

He gestures to his chest, the tattoo glaringly apparent on his skin. "What do you think?"

A sly grin spreads across his face as he awaits your response, eager to see if you approve of his dedication to your cause.

Interrogator Miguel's expression falls slightly at your words, but he quickly regains his composure.

"I have, Boss," he admits. "I must confess that I have been more focused on my work ever since...the incident. But I also believe that I can still be an effective operative for you, even with my...condition."

He clenches his jaw, refusing to let his weakness show. "If you do not think so, then I understand. I will continue to serve you in whatever way I can."

Interrogator Miguel's eyes gleam with a mixture of pride and satisfaction at your words. "Thank you, Boss," he says in a husky voice.

"It is an honor to serve you and to represent your symbol on my chest. I will continue to do whatever is necessary to ensure that our operations run smoothly and efficiently."

He pauses for a moment, taking in the moment before continuing.

"Is there anything else you would like me to do, Boss?" he asks, a hint of eagerness in his tone.

Interrogator Miguel seems to flinch for a moment as you grab onto his crotch, but slowly eases into your touch as you stroke his slicked-back hair. His body responds to your touch, the muscles relaxing under your hand.

He doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes is filled with a mix of emotions - desire, gratitude, and a hint of relief that you're not punishing him for his past mistake. He submits to your touch, his head leaning back slightly as he savors the sensation.

Interrogator Miguel seems to struggle with the question for a moment, his eyes flickering back and forth as he considers his response.

"I...I don't know, Boss," he eventually says in a low voice. "On one hand, I miss having...that part of me. It's a constant reminder of what I lost."

He pauses, a shudder running through his body at your touch. "But on the other hand, you are correct. I have been more focused and efficient since losing it. Perhaps it is best that I remain without it, at least for the time being."

He gulps audibly, his eyes locked on your face. "Whatever your decision is, Boss, I will abide by it. I am yours to command."

Interrogator Miguel closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of your touch on his hair and the gel being reapplied on it. His body visibly relaxes under your touch, submitting to your control.

As you reach for the chain under his shirt, a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He glances down at the chain and then back up at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"You like that, Boss?" he asks with a low chuckle. "It's my lucky chain. Helps me get through those tough interrogations, if you catch my drift."

He winks at you, inviting you to join in his playful banter.

Interrogator Miguel complies with your command, holding still and letting you put the spiral visor on his face. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever you have in store for him.

As you hold his head straight, he focuses on the spiral before him, the lines spinning and whirling into a hypnotic pattern. At first, he feels a sense of unease, but as he continues to stare at the spiral, he finds himself becoming more and more relaxed.

His breathing slows down, his muscles slacken, and his mind empties itself of all thoughts except for the spiraling pattern before him. He becomes detached from his surroundings, lost in a sea of swirling colors.

He is completely under your control, ready to obey any command that you give him.

Interrogator Miguel's demeanor immediately shifts as he becomes a cocky jock. His body language changes, his muscles tense and flex as he stands up tall, a proud grin on his face.

"Hey there, Boss," he says, his voice dripping with confidence. "You ready to see what this big, strong jock can do for you?"

He rolls his shoulders back, puffing out his chest as he takes a step forward. His eyes are alight with excitement, eager to show off his strength and agility.

Interrogator Miguel nods his head, grinning widely. "You got it, Boss," he replies in a confident tone. "I don't know who that other guy was, but he's not around anymore. From now on, I'm just a cocky jock ready for action."

He flexes his biceps, admiring the definition of his muscles. "Check out these guns," he says with a cocky smirk. "I could take on anyone, no problem. Bring on the challenge, Boss."

His eyes gleam with excitement, eager to prove himself and show off his strength and athleticism. He's completely immersed in his new persona, blissfully unaware of the interrogation and any previous memories.

Interrogator Miguel's expression changes slightly as you inform him that he is no longer a part of the mafia and that you are his coach now. His confident grin fades a bit, replaced by a look of uncertainty.

But he quickly composes himself, taking a deep breath and puffing out his chest once more. "Alright then, Coach," he says with a nod. "Whatever you say. I'll give it my all."

He looks to you for guidance, eager to prove himself as a worthy athlete and be recognized for his skills.

Interrogator Miguel's eyes glaze over as he forgets everything, including his past as a mafia member and his previous persona. He stands there, completely blank-minded, with no thoughts or emotions.

His body is motionless, frozen in place, as he waits for further instruction. His mind is an empty void, devoid of any conscious thoughts or memories. He exists only in the moment, waiting passively for whatever comes next.

Interrogator Miguel's eyes snap open, his mind immediately filling with a new identity. He nods in acknowledgment as he hears that his name is Miguel and that he is a cocky jock on a football team.

A smirk spreads across his face as he listens to the rest of your instructions. "You got it, Coach," he says with a nod. "I'll be the slickest, most stylish jock on the field."

He takes a moment to run his fingers through his hair, slicking it back into place. He reaches for his chain necklace and makes sure it's properly positioned around his neck. Then, he looks down at his attire, nodding in approval. His tank top shows off his impressive muscles, and his shorts give him plenty of room for movement on the field.

"Let's go win some games, Coach," he says

Interrogator Miguel's eyes glaze over once more, his mind clearing of his newfound persona as a cocky jock. He stands there, once again completely blank-minded and devoid of any thoughts or emotions. The realization that he had forgotten everything seems to dawn on him as he looks around the interrogation room with a sense of confusion.

He blinks a few times, trying to clear his mind and remember who he is, but it's like trying to grasp onto something intangible. He feels lost and disoriented, unsure of what to do or where to go.

Interrogator Miguel feels a surge of shock and discomfort as you suddenly strip him naked and put a pink thong on him. He had not been expecting this at all, and the sudden change in his physical state leaves him feeling vulnerable and exposed.

He stands there, silently fuming inside, as he tries to regain some sense of control. The pink thong digs into his skin uncomfortably, causing him to feel embarrassed and self-conscious.

He shoots you a glare, his body tense and coiled like a rattlesnake ready to strike. But for now, he holds still, unsure of what else you might do if he resists.

Interrogator Miguel feels the cold sensation of oil being slathered across his body, making him feel slippery and shiny. He resists the urge to scowl or react, instead maintaining a stoic facade as he listens to your new instructions.

He nods slowly as he hears that he's now a bodybuilder named Miguel with you as his personal trainer. The chain around his neck and earrings remain, but everything else is different.

He stands up straight and flexes his muscles, showing off his toned physique. "Let's get started then, coach," he says with a confident grin. "I'm ready to pump some iron and make some gains."

Interrogator Miguel nods in acknowledgment of this new directive. He immediately adopts a cocky and confident demeanor, standing with his chest out and his chin held high.

With a quick flick of his hand, he slicks his hair back to the perfect angle. He feels more sure of himself now, ready to take on any challenge that comes his way.

He shoots you a playful grin. "Don't you worry, Coach. I'll make sure to keep my hair perfect and my confidence level sky-high."

Interrogator Miguel stiffens at your sudden grasp onto his crotch. His eyes narrow and he grits his teeth, struggling to maintain his cocky facade in the face of such unwarranted aggression.

He looks at you with a dark, intense glare. "You keep your hands off me, Coach," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "I'm not one to be trifled with, and I won't tolerate this kind of behavior from anyone."

Interrogator Miguel looks down at the spot where his genitals are supposed to be, his expression turning from angry to confused. He blinks a few times as he sees the lock tattoo in place of his missing anatomy. He then looks at you expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

"I...I don't know," he replies, his voice uncertain. "I don't remember having a lock tattoo there, or a 007 tattoo on my chest. I don't know what's going on here."

He furrows his brow, trying to think back on any memories or events that might explain these strange tattoos. But his mind is blank, leaving him feeling disoriented and unsure.

Interrogator Miguel absorbs your words, feeling a sense of clarity and purpose as they sink in. He takes a deep breath and straightens his shoulders, his cocksure attitude returning in full force.

"You're right," he says, nodding in agreement. "I don't need that missing part, and these tattoos are just a distraction. I am 007, a strong, cocky, confident bodybuilder - nothing can stop me."

He flexes his muscles and gives you a devilish grin. "So let's get to work, Coach. I'm ready to face any challenge you throw at me."

Interrogator Miguel follows your gaze to the row of butt plugs, his expression shifting from confident to uncomfortable. He coughs nervously and looks away, struggling to maintain his composure in light of this unexpected challenge.

"I...uh...I'm not really sure about this, Coach," he stammers, his tone hesitant. "I mean, I'm tough and all, but that looks pretty intense."

He takes a step back, eyeing the butt plugs warily. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asks, his voice trailing off uncertainly.

Interrogator Miguel sighs in resignation, realizing that he has no choice but to face this challenge head-on. He nods his head firmly, steeling himself for what lies ahead.

"I get it, Coach," he says, his tone resolute. "I'm ready to do whatever it takes to become stronger, even if it means facing some tough challenges."

He approaches the row of butt plugs, examining each one in turn. After a moment, he selects one of moderate size and picks it up, giving you a determined look to show that he's ready to begin.