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This story was written for Teriyaki as their patreon commission for the month of February 2018. It contains M/Solo and M/M sex between consenting adults, and hypnosis. :3

Preparations

Ricky couldn't move, his hands held by sturdy manacles of metal padded with what felt like leather wrapped around his wrists and secured to the frame upon which he was lying, similar bands binding his ankles, his midsection and his neck to ensure he was all but incapable of even the slightest motion.

Ricky couldn't see, some sort of VR-like device strapped to his head and blocking out all external light, but nothing present upon its screen. No pictures, no images or illuminations of any kind.

Ricky couldn't hear, or rather, he could hear, but only a constant fuzz of gentle white noise pouring out from the noise-cancelling headphones wrapped around the fox's twitching ears.

At least... those latter two facts were true for the first few hours of his treatment. Then, all of a sudden, Ricky could see, hear, and feel a whole lot. His eyes bulged blindly, and a yelp that he couldn't hear except as a vague sort of echo within his own head rang out as what felt like a muzzle pressed itself to his sheath and began to lick. To tease at him with its tongue until he began to get hard. His throbbing cock rose to its full six and a half inch length within the muzzle of the mystery figure, and though Ricky couldn't thrust or in any major way react to the sensation, he revelled in it nonetheless. It was then, once he was rock hard and having his cock sucked by this mysterious stranger, that the goggles wrapped around his face turned on. Again the fox cried out inaudibly to himself as he was dazzled by the sudden light, and though he tried to squeeze his eyes shut, even that didn't seem to help as the goggles played to him an intense, rippling pattern of green, purple and black bands swaying and undulating. They were overwhelming, rapidly rendering Ricky dizzy and making him glad that he was immobile. At the same time though, potent as the lights were, they made him light-headed in a manner almost similar to drunkenness. Soon he found their presence rather pleasantly intoxicating, and it wasn't long after that the white noise faded away, and a single word began to repeat itself as the fox trembled and indulged in the sensation of his cock being sucked.

"Green. Green. Green. Green. Green. Green. Green. Green..."

The lights continued to flash, the word continued to repeat itself over and over again within the fox's ears, and he felt the talented muzzle suckling upon his cock persist with its deliciously intense work. He had no concept of time passing beyond the number of times that word had been repeated to him, and even that was a near impossible challenge of which to keep track. It was probably only minutes, but it could have been hours for as much as Ricky could say for sure. All he knew was that it was only when his balls were achingly tender and full, and his cock was on the very brink of letting loose in a spectacularly pleasant orgasm, that the flashing ceased, the echoing words returned to nothing but white noise, and the muzzle wrapped around his shaft retreated without the slightest mercy. Ricky silently howled and begged for his release. He thrashed in his bonds, but they held firm with unyielding vigour; the fox unable to move even enough to grant himself the tiny amount of stimulation, unable to grant himself that fractional amount more pleasure which was all he needed to send himself crashing over the edge.

The sensation went away, and once more Ricky was plunged back into the blankness of sensory deprivation for what had to have been yet more hours at the very least. His cock stayed hard for a long time, and his balls continued to ache even after he had eventually softened again. He tried to tell himself he didn't care, while simultaneously reassuring himself that the pleasure was bound to return, that this teasing attempt to edge him was bound to resume. But more and more time passed, and eventually Ricky was so overwhelmed by the sheer nothingness surrounding him that he began to wonder if somehow the entire universe had simply been zapped out of existence, and he was all that remained, floating in an empty void so complete in its destruction that it merely felt like he couldn't hear, that it merely felt like he couldn't see or move, when really the truth was that there was no universe, no existence left in which for him to do so.

Of course, that wasn't the case. And later, after an eternity of waiting and trembling and not knowing anything, Ricky yelped and felt the muzzle wrapping itself around his sheath once more and beginning to tease his cock back to full arousal. Soon the flashing lights resumed once more, and a little while after that the repeating words echoing in his ears.

"Green. Green. Green. Green. Green."

He howled, he wailed and groaned in pleasure as he was carried right to the brink of climax once again, and he practically sobbed in frustration when again, just as he was certain he was going to go over the edge, all sensation was cut off for the second time.

It happened again later. And then again. And again. Every time Ricky was sure that this time he would be able to cum, that this time he was horny, needy enough to get to the point of no return before the muzzle suckling upon him and kissing at the girth of his desperately swollen knot with its soft lips was able to stop him. Every time though, he was proven wrong in that certainty. The pattern went on for days. Emptiness, then pleasure, then the lights, then the words. It happened for weeks. Months. At least, that was how it felt to the fox. He groaned, blushing and feeling his cock throb even when the muzzle wasn't there to please him, closing his eyes and picturing the flashing lights even when they weren't active. Repeating in his own mind that same word over and over, summoning forth the pleasure, the excitement and stimulation that went along with it. He didn't manage to cum, but god... god it felt so good. So good. So green. So green. Green. Green. Green.

He didn't know how long it had been, but many, many sessions later, something changed.

The flashing lights blitzed and flared in front of his eyes. The words echoed in his ears once again. But... there was something different. His cock throbbed and drooled pre-cum liberally. His swollen balls ached. He was so close to cumming. So close.

It never occurred to Ricky that there was no muzzle suckling upon him. No source of the stimulation he was feeling beyond his own mind. But still, when the words faded and the lights shut off, he howled in frustration once more as he felt the pleasure cease.

Then, just before the white noise re-activated, he heard something new. A gentle chime, and a soft robotic voice ringing out around the space in which he was bound.

"Stage One Complete."

For another lifetime or so, the same pattern; lights and words, but no physical stimulation, persisted. Then, one day without any provocation, the words began to play on repeat but without the lights. Still, Ricky howled and moaned in pleasure. And still, when the word ceased to be heard and his mind was filled with white noise once again, he yelped and begged as he was denied orgasm yet again.

"Stage Two Complete."

From that point onward, there were no lights. And, though Ricky couldn't be sure, the words seemed to be coming less and less often. Or rather, their repetitions were fewer during each bout. Before they had rang out in his ears for hours at a time. Later, it was just minutes. Then less than a minute. Then finally Ricky could actually count the number of times the word was spoken. His body desperately fought to keep up, to drive itself to the edge of orgasm regardless of how many or how few times the words were repeated. Two dozen. Twelve. Half a dozen. Three. Two.

"Green."

A single utterance, and Ricky was thrashing and howling in his bonds, desperately and instantly driven to the edge. But still, he couldn't cum. He wanted to. He needed to. He was so fucking close. But he couldn't, because he couldn't move. Couldn't react to that incredibly seductive, sexy word in the slightest, no matter how desperate he was to do so.

"Stage Three Complete."

Ricky blinked, wincing momentarily in the bright daylight as he stepped out through the sliding automatic glass doors of... wherever they'd been. He felt a hand in his. Contact. Warmth. Physical touch. He shivered, but smiled as he looked towards it and saw a familiar arm attached to the hand holding his. The fox's boyfriend, a beaming German Shepherd, squeezed his hand affectionately.

"C'mon, let's go home."

Ricky frowned for a moment, and looked back over his shoulder. The building was unmarked for the most-part, but beside the door there was a small sign.

'Stage Four - Outpatient Discharge.'

He turned back to Oliver with a smile and a gentle shrug of agreement. It was a little weird to him that he couldn't remember why exactly they were here, but he was always happy to accompany his partner on errands. They walked over to the car together, Ricky slipping into the passenger side door and fooling around with the contents of the glove compartment as he always did while Oliver got them on their way. Within the small box's interior, he drew forth a colourful pamphlet. He raised an eyebrow, waved it to briefly get Oliver's attention, and chuckled.

"Remember this? 'Dynamic Persona Hypnotherapy. You thought it might be fun for one of us to give it a try, right?"

Oliver nodded as they pulled out of the parking lot, past a large sign that he read in the rear view mirror as they drove away.

'Thank you for visiting Dynamic Persona Laboratories!'

He smiled, but shrugged as his lover continued to browse the leaflet.

"Yeah. You were pretty into the idea, right?"

Ricky blushed, shuffling slightly in his seat and spreading his legs a little wider, his balls feeling particularly swollen and tender today for some reason.

"Yeah. Some of these treatments they offer sound pretty hot. If it's anything more than pseudoscientific bullshit, anyway."

Oliver chuckled.

"Well, maybe we should set up an appointment and... aw, fuck..."

Ricky looked up from the pamphlet, at the street ahead of them as Oliver drew the car to a stop.

"What?"

The German Shepherd gestured to the traffic lights in front of them.

"Ah, just typical bad luck. I wanted us to get home quickly, but... I just missed the green light."

Ricky's eyes widened.

He felt something stirring between his legs.

He saw a bright flashing in front of his eyes.

He heard a single word starting to echo through his head. Over and over and over again.

Trembling in his car seat, the fox reached down and helplessly grabbed at his cock through his slacks. He squeezed. He rubbed. He yelped in pleasure as by his side Oliver just glanced over, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh god! O-oohhh god, Ollie!"

Ricky howled in ecstasy as he fought to prise open his trousers, unbuttoning, unzipping and dragging his cock out from the underwear within. He wrapped one hand around his shaft, the other around his rapidly swelling knot, and began to pump as hard and fast as he could.

"Oh god! Oh god , I'm...!!"

Mere seconds after beginning to touch himself, the fox threw back his head and wailed at the top of his lungs as the hypnotic trigger implanted deep inside of him was activated beyond the lab for the first time. His cum fountained out from the tip of his throbbing cock, painting not only his clothes, but the roof, the windscreen and the dashboard of the car too. It was the most intense, potent and lengthy orgasm of Ricky's entire life, and it wracked him with pure ecstasy for almost thirty solid seconds before the pleasure began to fade even slightly.

By the time he regained even a small semblance of clarity and sanity, they were driving once again. He stared down at himself, at his cock still throbbing and rock hard, at his clothes coated in thick streaks of his own cum. Then he looked over at Oliver, the German Shepherd grinning to himself as he drove them home.

"Hey, wanna listen to some music?"

The dog casually addressed his lover, smirking as Ricky whined bashfully and desperately, wanting Oliver to acknowledge what had just happened so he knew he wasn't going insane. Oliver just continued to smile though, and without looking away from the road tapped the stack of CDs resting in the central compartment behind the gear shift.

"I fancy something from our teenage years. Evanescence, maybe? Ooh, Linkin Park? Or... yeah, I know. Ricky, be a dear... put on some Green Day."

Ricky's body tensed. He gave a strangled, desperate cry of simultaneous bliss and frustration as he realised what Oliver had just done, and then the lights began to ripple and flash before his eyes. Then that word began to echo uncontrollably inside his head. And then...

"Aaahh yes! Yes! I... I'm cumming!"

By Jeeves

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