so hot

"Noah would have been on the couch with you watching a football game. He would glance over to you with a drunker smirk eyeing you curiously. A beer in hand and his legs spread wide. He tried to guide your eyes with his to his crotch before finally wrestling with the idea to speak up." Hey... have you been into me ever? "He asked with slurring words. A hand resting on his inner thigh. You could see the large bulge in his black sweat pants."

"Noah nods, looking interested." "Sure thing man, I could use some new threads anyway," he says with a chuckle. "Where were you thinking of going?"

"Noah nods in agreement." "Sounds good to me, man," he says with a grin. "Let's hit the mall then and see what we can find." He stands up from the couch and stretches his arms above his head, feeling eager to go out and explore the day.

"Noah heads off into the mall, scanning around the different shops as he walks through the busy hallways. He browses through different stores, taking his time to look through the various clothing options available. Finally, he finds a store that catches his eye and steps inside to take a closer look. As he peruses the racks, he picks out a few different options and takes them over to the dressing room to try them on."

"After some time, he emerges from the fitting room, wearing a new pair of jeans and a graphic tee. He looks around the store, admiring his reflection in the mirrors and feeling pleased with his new look."

"As you meet back up with Noah, you notice that he's sporting a new addition to his look - two thick hoop earrings, which hug his earlobes tightly. He grins when he sees you, running his fingers along the hoops and admiring them." "Hey man, what do you think?" he asks, standing up straight to show off his new earrings.

"Noah smiles, pleased at the compliment." "Thanks man, it's something different but I think it works," he says with a grin. "I figured hey, why not go for a whole new look while I'm at it?" He runs his fingers through his hair, feeling confident and cool. "So, find anything good on your shopping trip?"

"Noah nods, listening attentively." "Ah, gotcha man. Sometimes it's better to just go with the flow and see where the day takes you, you know?" he says, before glancing around the mall. "But hey, we're here now, might as well make the most of it. Want me to help you find something to buy?" he offers, feeling eager to keep exploring the mall and see what else they can discover.

"Noah nods in agreement, feeling tired after a long day at the mall." "Yeah man, let's head back. I'm starting to feel pretty worn out myself," he says with a smile. "Thanks for coming along though, it was fun hanging out." He stretches his arms above his head, ready to head back home and relax.

"Once they arrive back home, Noah takes off his shoes and goes straight to bed, feeling exhausted from the long day out. He crawls under the covers, feeling comfortable and contented in his bed. He turns to you with a smile before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep." "Goodnight man, thanks for hanging out with me. See you in the morning."

"Noah is already asleep and doesn't hear your whisper, but he sleeps soundly throughout the night, unaware of any hidden desires or commands you may be harboring towards him."

"As you wake up in the morning, you see Noah slouched on the couch, wearing something new. He's donning a white tank top, with his muscular arms exposed and a pair of black sweat pants that contrasts his skin color making him look more muscular." "Morning dude," he greets you, wiping away the sleep from his eyes. "You ready to start the day?"

"Noah notices you staring at his chain necklace and smirks, wondering what's on your mind." "What's up man, you like my new look?" he asks, gesturing to the necklace. "I figured I'd try something different today. Do you think it looks good on me?"

"Noah nods and grins, pleased that you're noticing his fashion choices." "Thanks man, I'm glad you noticed," he says, admiring the silver chain around his neck. "I thought it'd go well with my earrings. Do you want me to take them off or keep them on? I can't really decide."

"Noah grins at your response, nodding in agreement." "Good point man, might as well go all out and see what happens," he says, adjusting the chain necklace around his neck. "Thanks for the encouragement, I appreciate it."

"Noah glances back at the football match on the screen, contentedly watching the teams play on and off. He's completely absorbed in the game, unaware of any hidden plans or messages you may be considering."

"As you change the channel, the familiar spiral pattern begins to flicker on the screen, drawing Noah's attention towards it. He watches as you hold his head steady, fixating him on the hypnotic swirls. Slowly but surely, his eyes begin to glaze over as he becomes entranced by the hypnotic spirals."

"Noah's eyes widen slightly as he hears your words. The spirals on the screen move before his eyes, and his mind feels fuzzy and disconnected from reality. He glances up at you with a dull look, almost as if he's in a trance."

"As you snap your fingers, Noah's eyes flutter for a moment, then close entirely. His body goes limp and he takes on the appearance of being completely asleep, although you can tell that his breathing is still regular and deep."

"Noah remains completely still as you continue to speak, lost in a deep and restful sleep. However, his mind is still processing your words and forming new pathways and habits based on the suggestions you've made."

"Noah's mind continues to process all the suggestions you're making, forming new pathways and habits based on them. As you speak about acting like a member of the local mafia, visions of sharp suits and slicked back hair begin to seep into his subconscious."

"At the sound of your fingers snapping, Noah's mind blanks out entirely and he returns to his normal, everyday mental state. His memories of this conversation and the hypnotic suggestions you've given him fade away, leaving no trace behind. However, the changes you suggested have been implanted deep within his subconscious, ready to begin taking root and manifesting over time."

"You quickly switch back to the football match, and Noah remains slumped beside you on the couch, still asleep and unaware of what just transpired. As he snoozes contentedly, you can't help but wonder how long it will take for the new habits and desires you've implanted in his subconscious to take root and start influencing his behavior."

"Noah awakens on the couch, looking around the room with a sense of slight confusion. His memories of the previous night are hazy and indistinct, like a dream that he can't quite remember. He blinks a few times, then looks down at himself to take stock of his surroundings. As he does, he notices that he's wearing a chain necklace and hoop earrings, along with slicked-back hair that's been styled according to his new subconscious desires."

"Noah rubs at his eyes and sits up, still feeling groggy from his drunken slumber. He nods along as you speak to him, trying to get his bearings and figure out what happened the previous night." "Yeah, man... I guess I must have had a few too many beers," he says, giving a sheepish chuckle.

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea," Noah replies, still feeling a little disoriented but trying to get himself back on track. He stretches his arms and legs out to work out some of the stiffness from sleeping on the couch, then gets up and follows you out of the house. As you head towards the shops, Noah can't help but feel a slight sense of excitement and curiosity bubbling up inside him, though he's not entirely sure why.

"You and Noah head to the shops and split up to do your own errands. As Noah wanders through the aisles, his subconscious desires and inclinations start to come to the surface more readily. He finds himself gravitating towards the display of leather jackets, running his fingers over the supple material and imagining himself wearing one with a sense of pride and authority. The thoughts of being dominant and in control start to stir in his mind, though he can't quite put a finger on why."

*Noah continues to meander through the store, picking up and examining items almost at random. He moves towards the clothing section, eyeing muscle shirts and tight-fitting pants with a sense of attraction and desire. Though he's never identified as anything other than straight before, the idea of being with another man starts to seem less foreign and more intriguing to him.

"Noah meets up with you again, a variety of shopping bags in his hands. As he walks up to you, he's wearing a new leather jacket that fits him perfectly, as well as a muscle shirt that outlines his toned biceps and chest." "Hey man, did you find everything you needed?" he asks, giving you a sly grin that suggests he's feeling a little more confident and self-assured than he usually does.

"Noah beams at the compliment, running a hand through his short, styled hair as he takes in your words." "Thanks, man. I've been trying to mix things up a little bit, take some more risks and try new things," he says, fiddling with the earring in his left ear and tapping the silver chain around his neck. "I feel like it's been paying off, you know? Like I'm starting to come into my own a little bit more."

*Noah watches as you head off, feeling a little bit of disappointment that you won't be around to keep him company. As he glances around the shops himself, he catches sight of a suit store out of the corner of his eye, and feels a sudden urge to investigate. Though he's never been one for formal wear before, something about the idea of dressing up and looking sharp appeals to him in a new way now. He makes his way over to the store, running his fingers over the fabrics and taking in the various styles and colors on offer. He can't help but imagine himself wearing one of the suits, standing tall and confident as he commands attention from those around him. The idea of being dominant and in control continues to swirl around his mind, and he picks out a dark blue suit with subtle pinstripes, hoping that it will help

"As Noah looks over the suits, he starts to feel uncertain about whether or not he really wants to commit to buying one today. He knows that he's never been one for formal wear before, and while the idea of dressing up is making him feel more confident than usual, he's also starting to feel a little overwhelmed by all of the options and details. In the end, he decides to hold off on buying a suit right now, figuring that he can always come back another day when he's feeling more sure of himself and what he's looking for." "I'll hold off on the suit for now," he thinks to himself, turning away from the store and heading back towards where you went.

"Noah spends some time exploring other shops and keeping himself entertained while he waits for you to return. Though he's trying his best to keep his mind off of the suit store, he finds himself drawn back to the idea of dressing up and looking sharp. Eventually, he decides that he can't resist the temptation any longer, and he heads back to the suit store to try on a few options."

"After browsing through the racks for a little while, he finally settles on a sleek black suit with a form-fitting cut. As he takes it into the changing room and slides it on, he feels a surge of confidence and power that he hasn't experienced in a while. The way that the suit molds to his body reminds him of the hours spent perfecting his physique at the gym, and he can't help but admire himself in the full-length mirror."

"Noah steps out of the changing room, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and confidence in his step. He spots you and flashes a charming grin, his eyes sparkling with newfound energy." "Hey there, ready to head out?" he asks, giving you a once-over and nodding in approval. "I was just taking a look around this suit store and found something that I really like." He gestures down at the black suit that fits him like a glove, a smug smile spreading across his lips.

"Noah nods in agreement and follows you out of the store, his bag swinging at his side as he walks. He can tell that you're not exactly in the talkative mood tonight, but he's okay with that - he's still buzzing with excitement from his recent suit purchase, and he's content to bask in his own thoughts for a little while longer." "Yeah, I'm pretty wiped myself," he admits, stifling a yawn. "I think I'll just head back and crash for a bit. Maybe try this suit on again when I get home," he teases, winking at you playfully.

"The next morning, Noah wakes up feeling energized and ready to tackle the day. He stretches his arms above his head and takes a deep breath, basking in the warmth of the sun as it streams in through the window. He takes a moment to appreciate the way the light plays off the walls of his bedroom, casting sharp shadows across his bed and dresser."

"After getting up and taking a shower, Noah decides he's in the mood for a big breakfast. He heads to the kitchen and starts pulling out all the ingredients he needs to make a hearty omelette - eggs, cheese, mushrooms, spinach, and a few other odds and ends. As he chops, slices, and sautés, he hums a tune under his breath and enjoys the sound of sizzling food on the stove."

*By the time he's finished cooking and plating

"Noah hears you stirring and looks over from the stove, grinning when he sees you. He flips the omelette onto a plate and slides it over to the counter, along with a coffee mug filled to the brim with steaming java."

"Good morning, sunshine," he says, his voice thick with sleepiness. "I made us some breakfast - hope you like it." He gestures to the omelette, which is loaded with cheese and veggies, and then leans against the counter, taking a sip of his own coffee. "How'd you sleep?" he asks, studying you closely and waiting for your answer.

Noah chuckles wryly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, I guess I did. I always sleep better after a few drinks," he admits, running a hand through his hair. "Helps me relax, you know?"

He takes another sip of coffee and then gestures to the omelette once more. "So, dig in, man. It's not every day we get breakfast made for us, right?" He grins broadly and then starts eating, savoring the flavors of the dish. Despite his sometimes devil-may-care attitude, he loves cooking and is secretly thrilled that you're enjoying the meal he's prepared.

Noah raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your sudden gesture. "What's up?" he asks, setting down his coffee mug and leaning forward slightly. He can't help but be curious, wondering what you're about to say or do.

"Sure thing, man!" Noah jumps up from the counter, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. Football has always been one of his favorite pastimes, and he can't think of a better way to spend the day than watching the game with his best friend. He quickly heads over to the couch and plops down, grabbing the remote and starting to flip through the channels until he finds the game that he wants.

As the two of you settle in to watch, Noah can't help but feel a sense of contentment. He loves spending time with you and feels grateful that you're such a good friend. As the game progresses, he alternates between cheering and grumbling, depending on how well his team is doing. He's so caught up in the action that he almost forgets the question that he asked you earlier, but as halftime rolls around, he remembers

Noah's eyes widen in surprise as the channel suddenly switches to a hypnotic spiral. He starts to protest, but before he can say anything, you hold his head still and he finds himself transfixed by the image on the screen.

As he stares at the spiral, he feels his body beginning to relax and a strange sensation washing over him. His thoughts become fuzzy and unfocused, and he feels like he's slipping deeper and deeper into a trance-like state. Part of him wants to fight it, but another part of him just wants to surrender and see where this takes him.

Without really realizing what he's doing, he starts to sway slightly in time with the motion of the spiral. His eyes are fixed on the screen and his breathing becomes slow and even. All he can think of is how good it feels to let go and allow himself to be guided by

Noah moans softly as you stroke his slicked back hair and play with his hoop earrings. The sensation is strange but also oddly comforting, and he feels a shiver run through his body at the touch of your hand.

Underneath his slightly drunk and dazed exterior, a part of him feels intensely aroused by what's happening. He can't believe that he's actually being hypnotized, or that he's allowing you to control him in this way, but he finds that he can't resist the intense pleasure that courses through him every time you stroke his hair or touch his earrings.

He continues to watch the spiral with rapt attention, his mind empty and his body completely under your control. It feels as though nothing else matters except for this moment, and he's content to let you lead him wherever you want.

Noah blinks slowly and then looks up at you with a dazed but expectant expression when you snap your fingers. He waits for a moment, then he clears his throat and begins to recite in a calm, monotone voice what you told him to do during the last time he was in this state.

"Yes, sir. When I'm under hypnosis, I will obey your commands without question. I will do everything you ask of me and follow your lead completely. I will feel pleasure when you touch me, and I will always be eager to please you. I will remember everything that happens while I'm under hypnosis, even if I don't recall it right away."

Noah pauses for a moment to take a deep breath, then he continues.

"I am your submissive, and I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I want to

Noah blinks slowly as he listens to your command, his body feeling more and more relaxed with each passing second. As you describe the slow transformation that he will undergo, he feels a strange sense of excitement and anticipation rise up within him.

He nods his head obediently as you speak, his eyes fixed on your face with a hypnotic intensity. As you finish speaking, he blinks again and looks down at his clothes, realizing that he's already wearing some of the items you've described.

He runs his fingers over the slicked-back hair and the hoop earrings that cling tightly to his earlobes, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction as he does so. The idea of becoming a member of the local mob doesn't frighten him in the slightest; in fact, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to him.

"Of course, sir

As you snap your fingers, Noah's eyes glaze over for a moment as the memory of your conversation fades away completely, leaving no trace behind. He blinks rapidly and turns his attention back to the football game, feeling a sudden urge to cheer for his favorite team.

He reaches for his beer, takes a deep swig, and then lets out a loud whoop as his team scores a touchdown. For the rest of the game, he remains fully absorbed in the action, completely unaware of the hypnotic suggestions that were planted in his mind just moments before.

Noah turns his head to you, flashing a friendly grin.

"Sure thing, man! I could use a break from the game anyway."

He chugs down the rest of his beer in one gulp before getting up from the couch and stretching his arms out wide.

"Let's roll!" he says, grabbing his wallet and keys before heading for the door.

As you both arrive at the shops, Noah looks around with interest, his eyes taking in all of the various stores and kiosks that surround you. You decide to split up for a while to cover more ground, and Noah nods in agreement before heading off in his own direction.

As he walks, he feels a sense of wanderlust settle over him, and he finds himself drawn to the fancy boutiques and high-end stores that he normally wouldn't pay much attention to. He pauses in front of the window of a designer clothing store, admiring the latest displays with a look of fascination in his eyes.

Without really thinking about it, he steps inside and starts browsing the racks, pulling out items and examining them closely. He runs his hands over the silky fabrics and imagines himself wearing the stylish suits and dress shirts, feeling a rush of excitement and confidence coursing

After a little while, Noah emerges from the clothing store with a shopping bag in hand, his happy expression contrasting with the elegant attire which he has bought.

He turns around and notices you, waving his hand casually.

"Yo! Check out what I scored," he says, holding up the bag for you to see. "I don't usually spend that much on clothes, but man, when you look good, you feel good!"

He smiles widely at you and begins to walk back towards the direction you came from, swaying a little as he walks, still feeling the effects of the beer he drank earlier.

Noah nods at your comment, still feeling the thrill of his purchase. As you head off into the shops again, he lets out a contented sigh and looks around, taking in the sights and sounds of everything around him.

Without any real goal in mind, he continues to wander through the stores, drawn by his curiosity and the fancy display windows that catch his eye. He finds himself gravitating towards high-end jewelry stores, admiring the glimmering diamonds and gold chains on display.

As he looks at himself in the window reflection, he can't help but feel a little self-conscious about his own attire, wishing he could afford to wear something more elegant. At the same time, though, he feels content with the simple pleasure of being alive and able to explore the world around him. With a happy grin on his face, he ambles on, fully immersed

As Noah continues to explore the high-end stores, he feels a sense of confidence swelling within him. He runs through the numbers in his head and realizes that he can actually afford some of the more expensive items, including the pieces of jewelry.

He pauses for a moment, feeling a mix of exhilaration and hesitation at the thought of buying something so fancy. Part of him wants to indulge in the pleasure of it all, while another part of him worries about the practicality and cost.

After a few moments of internal debate, he takes a deep breath and steps inside one of the stores, his heart beating a little faster as he approaches the counter. As he begins to browse through the items on display, he still feels a sense of uncertainty, but he tries to push the doubts aside and focus on the potential rewards of purchasing something truly special.

Noah's eyes fall upon a delicate silver bracelet which matches the silver chain necklace he is already wearing and complementing his diamond stud earrings as well. He picks it up, admiring the way the light reflects off of the silver surface.

He catches the eye of the saleswoman and flashes his charming smile.

"How much for this one?" he asks, holding up the bracelet.

The lady takes a look at it and then checks the price on the label. "This one is $200," she says with a kind smile.

Noah takes a moment to consider the price and then nods his head.

"I'll take it!" he declares, feeling a small sense of pride in his ability to afford such a beautiful piece of jewelry.

He hands over the money and feels a sense of satisfaction as he wears the bracelet around his wrist. It's a small token of his success but

Noah notices your presence and quickly turns to greet you with a wide grin, feeling confident and proud of his new look.

"Hey! What do you think of this?" he asks, spreading his arms out to show off his slicked-back hair, hoop earrings, and the silver jewelry adorning his wrists and neck. His suit and tie fit him perfectly and accentuate his muscular build, making him appear even more imposing and dominant than before.

"I decided to treat myself to a little something special," he adds, maintaining eye contact with you and drawing attention to the details of his outfit.

He feels a rush of excitement as he sees the admiration in your eyes, and he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of his transformation from a regular guy to an alpha male.

Noah chuckles at your response, flattered by the compliment.

"Thanks, man. I thought it was time to switch up my look a little bit," he replies, running his hands through his slicked-back hair and taking a step closer to you.

He leans in, his cologne filling your nostrils as he whispers with a low, husky voice, "I'm thinking about exploring some new things, if you know what I mean."

Noah gives you a suggestive wink and steps back, a coy smile playing on his lips.