Hypnovember 2023 - Day 30: Brainwash (Claimed by Magic Dragons)

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#30 of Hypnovember 2023

Cobalt wakes up in a dark, empty room. His wrists tied to a chair. He has a vague feeling he has asked for this, but he can't really remember...

Last day of Hypnovember 2023! As this was the last day, I decided to make this one a bit longer than usual, also featuring some "comebacks" from previous prompts. Hope you guys enjoy it!

And yeah, this one was also claimed by Magic Dragons (https://twitter.com/SIncineroar).


NOVEMBER 1st 2023

Cobalt opened his eyes, feeling slightly disoriented.

The last thing he remembered was being at the gym, looking at the plushy his friend Void had brought. He'd felt embarrassed that someone might walk in, and then... He'd been controlled somehow. And what was even stranger - he had liked it. Cobalt had the weird recollection that he'd asked for more, harder, but he wasn't too sure.

And now he was there. Where was he, exactly?

Everything was dark, no matter where he looked. The massive dragon could tell he was sitting on a chair. It wasn't too comfortable, but he had a feeling he'd spent the night sitting on it. Cobalt tried to stand up, but his wrists were tied to the arms of the chair. He struggled to no avail.

"What the fuck..." he said under his breath.

As if activated by his voice, light suddenly flooded the room. The dragon squinted at first, but his eyes slowly and surely began to open - for someone had commanded him to stare, no matter what. The light was so intense that it was slightly painful to look at directly, but Cobalt was forced to do it. He struggled more, but his bounds didn't budge.

"What... what..." he muttered.

There was a white screen in front of Cobalt. It was casting the white, intense light right onto his face. It took the dragon a few seconds to realize there were also words flashing on the screen. They appeared and disappeared so quickly that he could barely register what they were saying. Cobalt made a big effort to read them, since there was no much else he could do. After all, he was being forced to stare anyways.

You're a good dragon.

Good dragons sink.

Good dragons break.

Good dragons obey.

The words weren't the only thing Cobalt managed to see. At first he'd thought the screen was making some noises, but it took him a while to notice there was a constant noise in the background. Like some kind of humming. The more he noticed it, the more intense it seemed to be getting.

It was making his brain feel... weird.

"H-hey!" he shouted. "Is anybody there? Please! Let me out! I feel... I feel dizzy!"

But nobody answered.

NOVEMBER 4th 2023

The fourth day Cobalt opened his eyes, the screen wasn't on yet. It had been on when he had woken up the second and the third day.

By now, he was getting used to the process. After waking up, the intense light would hit his face and he'd be exposed to the flashing words for hours. He wasn't really sure for how long and there was no way he could know. The only thing he knew was that, after staring at them for an excruciatingly long time, a single command appeared on the screen.

Good dragons SLEEP.

And that was what he did whenever that popped up. His mind seemed to shut down like a torch underwater. It happened so suddenly that he hadn't been able to notice until his third day, but now he knew.

It was weird that the screen wasn't on by now. It had never taken this long the past few days. There was also another weird thing - Cobalt had been feeling an odd sensation in his throat, almost as if he'd been forced to swallow something. It was the same annoying ghost sensation he had whenever he swallowed a pill. Had they forced something down his throat?

The room was as dark as ever and nothing was visible when the screen was off, but this time Cobalt could have sworn shadows were moving around him. Swirling, fizzing and twisting, as if caught in a bizarre dance. His head also felt strange and confusing, like the dots in his thoughts were difficult to connect, or scattered all over the place. It was a similar feeling to the one he'd have after being forced to stare at the screen for hours, but this time it was different.

He felt... altered. Like he was high or something.

A single thought broke through the swirling chaos in his mind. Had he been drugged? The idea made his heart rush a bit. He would have shouted again, but by now he knew that it was useless.

And then the screen turned on. Only this time it wasn't white, or merely placed in front of him.

There were screens all around him and also on the ceiling and the floor. Filled with spirals, fractals, flashing words and colors - all happening at the same time, all so bright that his eyes hurt and the feeling that his mind was slipping quickly exacerbated.

It wasn't only the screens. His vision was weird. All the stimuli made the images dance in front of his eyes, everything was blurry and fuzzy, and he was kind of seeing everything in first and third person at the same time. The room kept on twisting and turning, the intense, humming sound that made his mind shut off louder and clearer than ever now. And in the middle of everything, Cobalt was fading, melting, disappearing - like a candle in the middle of a roaring fire, turning to liquid wax. Too lost in the psychedelic images painted in his brainto know anything.

The dragon wanted to ask for help, but he couldn't form a single word. Foamy, thick drool escaped his open maw as his body convulsed on the chair, the only thing keeping him in place being the strong bounds around his wrists. And all the while, those words kept on flashing, getting deeply ingrained into his mind:

You're a good dragon.

Good dragons sink.

Good dragons break.

Good dragons obey.

NOVEMBER 5th 2023

Cobalt opened his eyes. The screen turned on, white light pouring on his eyes. A relieved smile crept onto his face.

The last thing he remembered was something he couldn't make sense of. There had been too many images and sounds hitting his brain, and whatever they had made him ingest had surely affected his way to process everything, making it way more intense than it should. He just remembered being overwhelmed, and then being overwhelmed, and then being overwhelmed again, for an indefinite amount of time.

It had been too much. The white light screen was so much better.

Yes. He preferred the white light screen. Even if his eyes hurt a little when staring directly into it, that was so much better than convulsing and being attacked by mind-shattering visuals. Perhaps, with enough time, he could even get to enjoy the white light screen.

Perhaps if he complied, then they'd only use the white light screen on him and refuse from overloading him with drugs and hard visuals. Yes. He liked that idea. He enjoyed it. He would comply.

And it wasn't hard to know what he had to do, after all. His eyes remained fixed on this screen and this time, as words flashed on it, he could hear himself mumbling the words as they appeared.

"I am a good dragon. Good dragons sink. Good dragons break. Good dragons obey. I am a good dragon. Good dragons sink. Good dragons break. Good dragons obey. I am a good dragon..."

NOVEMBER ???th 2023

Cobalt had lost the count of the days that had passed ever since he'd been tied to that chair. He wasn't entirely sure time meant anything by then, anyway. His head felt always stuffed, always hazy. Thoughts didn't come to him as easily as they had during the first days. It was hard just to conceive the idea of thinking.

He could sometimes do it. Most often he couldn't.

Complying was good. It didn't always work, though. Sometimes, Cobalt was drugged again and then the screens and the spirals and the binaurals felt like they were going to break his mind. But it'd been so many days now that he was getting used to it as well. Whenever he noticed the spirals and the flashing lights turned on, he simply got ready for his head to spin for hours and hours, for his body to convulse on that chair as if it was in the middle of a storm.

Today, again, was different. The screens hadn't turned on yet. Master - Master? - must have planned something different for him. The chair he was sitting on didn't feel like the same either. It felt like something strange rested between his legs. And was he naked? Had he been naked the other days? Cobalt didn't remember. After a while, the familiar humming binaural started playing.

But it was different this time. Gentler, a completely different tone - slightly pleasing, like a purr rolling at the end of his throat. It wasn't making his mind swirl and stop functioning. Instead, it felt like his body was vibrating, getting warmer. The dragon opened his eyes and realized some warm lights had also turned on in the room, filling everything with reddish shadows. The light was gentle and tepid, and it was making everything feel... hotter.

It was then when Cobalt noticed that it wasn't like he was feeling his body vibrate - no, it was vibrating. Something between his legs was stimulating him, making his cock grow and harden. He hadn't... he hadn't felt anything down there in such a long time that the sudden realization was about to make his eyes roll up.

Instead, they focused on the wall in front of him, bathed in red, warm light. Cobalt started huffing and it turned him on even more, his tongue lolling out as he took sharp, aroused breaths. His sleeping member was getting harder by the second after being attention-starved for so long. Even if the words Cobalt was so familiarized with weren't flashing on him, he kept on repeating them under his breath, each repetition making the pleasure and heat grow even more intense.

At some point, he even began humping in the air. He had no idea what kind of contraption was stimulating him and he couldn't find out in the warm half-light, but it was making a really good job. He felt like he was on the edge of orgasm already. The dragon groaned, drool trickling down his jaw as he gave into the intensifying pleasure, his mind lost in spiraling bliss.

He loved it there.

""I am a good dragon. Good dragons sink. Good dragons break. Good dragons obey. I am a good dragon. Good dragons sink. Good dragons break..."

NOVEMBER 21st 2023

Note 1: TREATMENT - I started with pleasure training after the first two weeks. It was hardly necessary, for he was already pretty receptive to my previous advances, but the idea of having such a big guy cumming his brains out as he repeated the mantra I've drilled into his mind was hot enough to give it a try. I alternate between gentle screens, deep mindfuck and pleasure training to give him different stimuli. I think by now he's receptive to all of them.

Note 2: STATE OF THE PATIENT - Every day he wakes up and waits for the screen to turn on. Sometimes I can see his eyes glassing over even before anything happens. This has led me to think he might be developing some kind of Pavlovian response to the simple fact of waking up, knowing what will always come next. I don't think he is thinking properly. His words get all slurred when he begins repeating his mantras and I believe his verbal skills are getting worse. I don't think he's capable of forming cohesive sentences right now. I haven't asked him to do it. I don't plan to.

Note 3: FUTURE PLANS - Following his wishes, I've been keeping track of every single change I've seen during the treatment. I don't know how he'll react when he reads this. He's completely out of it by now, so much so that I don't think he even remembers his name or what he's doing there. I already made him forget our first agreement before I put him in the room, so things must have been pretty confusing for him. But that's probably for the better. He likes not knowing. I'll keep him like this until the end of November. And then... we'll see. I'll stop the treatment, since we agreed to make it last only one month, but he'll remain completely conditioned for a long time, perhaps forever. Then again, this was what he asked for, right?

Note 4: ADDITIONAL NOTES - He's so fucking hot when his mind is a shattered, non-functioning mess. Deep mindfuck days are my favorite days. He breaks so gorgeously.

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NOVEMBER 30th 2023

"And then I did what?" Cobalt asked, laughing a bit louder than he was supposed to.

"Yeah! You even asked for help," Void assured the bigger dragon. "You must have been pretty scared in that situation. I don't blame you, though. You couldn't remember a single thing, and you were tied on a chair, in an empty room. I considered stopping, but you had told me to go on so... I did."

Cobalt chuckled softly and adjusted his pants, trying to hide the blush in his cheeks.

The two dragons were hanging out in Void's house after a hectic month that Cobalt couldn't remember properly - at least, not all of it. It was like there were large blanks in his mind, like someone had swallowed his memories whole. He barely remembered the room he'd been sitting on for the past month.

When he tried to think about it, however, memories slowly began leaking into his mind. The problem with that was that they almost always came accompanied with a pretty obvious erection.

"I can't believe you made me eat, shower and go to the bathroom every single day and I remained in trance for all of that," the dragon said, impressed. "I really remember nothing."

Void chuckled. He handed the other dragon a small notebook.

"That's why I wrote everything down for you, just like you asked. Read it when you're somewhere private. I think you'll like it."

Cobalt took the notebook and gave it a thoughtful look. How could a whole month be summed up in such a small notebook? His mind had forgotten, but somehow his whole experience was recorded there.

"Oh, and one more thing," Void said then, looking straight into the bigger dragon's eyes.

"Yeah? What is it?"

There was a bit of a pause.

"You're a good dragon," Void claimed.

The change was immediate. Cobalt's body grew lax and limp, his eyes glassing over. His mouth hung open, shoulders sinking heavily.

"I'm a good dragon. Good dragons sink. Good dragons break. Good dragons obey."

Void chuckled, standing up to stroke Cobalt's strong chest affectionately. The dragon didn't react. He kept on repeating his mantra, barely hearing his own words. His mind was far away, trapped in the same room where he'd stayed for a whole month, unable to escape, unable to break from the total obedience deeply ingrained in his brain.

Full conditioning, working as intended.

"You see, the good thing about brainwashing is," Void whispered, a seductive edge in his voice and a naughty gleam in his eyes, "that it'll stay with you for a long, long time. And you can't expect me not to take advantage of it every now and then, right?"

Cobalt didn't answer - couldn't answer.

The throbbing bulge between his legs said all Void needed to know.