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Xavier moved closer to the bed, his gaze never leaving the hypnotized hyena sitting on the edge. Slate was looking very peaceful now - apparently, that one suggestion had really stuck to him - as he slept there, his chest rising and sinking slowly, with his eyes closed.

It was such a shame that he'd have to wake him up eventually. Xavier had a feeling the hyena wouldn't be so agreeable once he knew what 'the stupid watch' had done to him.

"Listen to me, Slate. In a moment, I'm going to ask you to wake up. You'll open your eyes, feeling refreshed and aware, remembering everything that happened since I put you under." That was the part Slate's pride was likely to find less enjoyable, but Xavier had a hunch and he was willing to follow it. "The commands I gave you won't affect you anymore, unless you wish they do - in which case, they'll be as effective as they previously were. Do you understand?"

A faint nod came from the hyena. Xavier raised his fingers and produced a loud, piercing snap that completely filled the room.

"_Wake_up then, Slate."

The sound seemed to shake the hyena's body like an electric shock. Xavier knew there were people who reacted more sharply to snaps and others that took their sweet time - it looked Slate belonged to the first category, which was something he found adorable.

"W-what..." the hyena said, blinking a few times as he looked around. The last time his eyes had been open he'd been standing in a room full of people, so Xavier could understand his confusion. "Where am... W-wait! What did you do to me?!"

Slate's angry gaze seemed to pierce right into Xavier. The hyena's face was red - be it for anger or fluster, Xavier didn't know and didn't really care. He simply shrugged at his subject's question.

"Oh, come on. You know perfectly well what I've done to you. Don't pretend to be shocked."

"You bastard! You tricked me!"

"Did I?" Xavier asked, calmly. "I remember you doubting it would work. What was it you asked? 'Are you going to make you my slave'? I obviously didn't, or else you wouldn't be rewarding me with your nice words."

"Shut up! You're... you're..."

It looked like Slate wanted to stand up and leave, but he hesitated. After struggling with himself, the hyena remained seated on the edge of the bed. Xavier raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you leaving? It really looked like you hated my guts."

"Yeah, I hate you. You're so... so..." The hyena stammered and looked down. Xavier deduced he was trying to hide the violent red that had flooded his cheeks - to no avail. The room was half-lit, but there was still enough light to see the fact that he was extremely flustered. "I... I can't stand up now."

"Why is that?"

Slate gave a growl as an answer.

"Fuck off. Leave me alone."

The gator watched him for a few seconds and then chuckled softly.

"I can't believe it. Are you really so embarrassed to admit you actually enjoyed this experience?"

"I said fuck off!!"

"You're not fooling anyone, Slate." The gator leaned on the wall, crossing his arms on his chest. "Not even yourself. If you don't want to stand up so I won't see the boner between your legs, that's perfectly rea?"

Xavier couldn't even finish the sentence before Slate jumped from bed, baring his fangs out as an angry growl rolled in his throat. He approached the gator in two steps, his fist rising in the air and heading straight for the hypnotist's face. It all happened in a matter of seconds, so Xavier didn't have time to react - plus, he hadn't expected to see such a heated reaction on the hyena's part.

Fortunately, it stopped there. Slate froze mere inches from hitting him, a gleam of awareness shining in his eyes - and he lowered the fist, stepping back. The hyena's ears lowered down, lying flat on his head, and all that anger and violence seemed to dissipate as fast as it had arrived.

"I'm... uh. I'm sorry," he muttered, looking away. "You're... you're right. I guess I did enjoy that."

Xavier took a few seconds to recover from the shock. Until then, he had predicted most of the hyena's behavior - he hadn't expected him to have such anger issues, though.

"That's okay," he reassured Slate, moving away from the wall and clearing his throat. "I will admit I may have overdone it a bit, too. Shouldn't have teased you so hard about it."

"No kidding, genius."

"My point remains, however. You don't need to hide that. I'm perfectly okay with you being tur... er, enjoying the idea of being hypnotized." Xavier scratched the back of his head. He'd almost been too blunt again. "You're not the first person I come across that likes being put into trance. You'd be surprised at how many people seem to enjoy it."

Slate's ears perked up again.

"Really? That's something you don't hear very often."

Xavier chuckled.

"Yeah. I also enjoy putting people in trance, so... if you ever feel embarrassed or flustered by how much you seem to like it, just remember there's someone at the other side of the pocketwatch who enjoys it equally. Or even more."

"Ah, so you're an even bigger weirdo."

That's not the realization I wanted him to get at, but oh well. He's not wrong, Xavier thought, refraining from rolling his eyes.

"I'll admit it felt really nice. Being there, in that headspace," the hyena admitted, scratching the back of his head and smiling nervously. "Especially when you told me to feel calm and peaceful."

"Oh, that's nothing," Xavier assured him. "I was just testing the waters before, so to speak."

Slate held his gaze, slightly curious.

"What do you mean?"

The gator took a step towards the hyena, a big grin appearing on his face. The fear of getting a similar violent reaction now had disappeared - it was obvious Slate was ready to accept how much he had enjoyed being under.

"I mean I could take you much deeper if I wanted to. Deeper than you can imagine, Slate. Headspace, you said? You'll have all the free space you want in that sleepy head of yours once I empty it from every thought, every memory. You have no idea how deep I can push you, hyena."

The gator made sure his voice got much deeper and more authoritative as the sentence progressed. Xavier rarely allowed himself to get carried away, but this was one of those rare occasions in which he simply had to give into the feeling. He knew his presence was imposing and that Slate had already had a good taste of his skills, so it really was no surprise to him that the hyena gulped, his cheeks furiously blushing, as he struggled to even hold his gaze. A rush of dominance washed over the gator, intoxicating his own thoughts.

"D... do it, then," Slate muttered, having no idea how dangerous those words were.

But Xavier would show him.

He placed one of his heavy hands on Slate's shoulder and he swayed lightly on his feet at the touch - which was funny, Xavier thought, considering he hadn't even begun. Then, he raised his other hand in front of the hyena's eyes. The gator made sure he would feel the anticipation. His fingers pressed together. Slate's eyes were fixed on them, his eyelids trembling almost imperceptibly. Xavier could feel him shiver once.

The snap took the light out of hyena's eyes and his eyelids shut close. His body unraveled like a ball of yarn and it would have just dropped to the ground hadn't Xavier been holding him by his shoulder.

But he wasn't done.

There was another snap. Then, another.

"That's right, Slate. I don't even need to tell you what these snaps mean," the gator said, his voice falling back to that deep, authoritative cadence that seemed to make the hyena squirm. "Your mind automatically processes them as instructions to just sleep." Snap. "And now that you're ready to embrace it, now that you're not holding yourself back, it just pushes you much, much deeper. Drop like a rock for me, Slate. Good boy."

An inaudible moan escaped Slate's lips. Not so tough now, are we? the gator thought, with a wide grin. His fingers pressed together again and he snapped, plunging the hyena into an even deeper state. Slate's knees faltered and seemed ready to give in, so Xavier pushed him gently towards the bed.

The hyena fell on the edge like a rag doll, arms dangling limply at his sides, head resting comfortably on his chest. As his subject's position adjusted automatically based only on weight and how loose his muscles were, Xavier took the pocketwatch out of his pocket. It was practically begging to be used again.

Much like the mind of someone he knew.

"Open your eyes now, Slate. No need to wake up for that."

The hyena's eyelids fluttered open after a few attempts. His glassy gaze met the pocketwatch that had been lowered right in front of his line of sight. There was no sign that he was seeing anything at all, at least not until Xavier began swinging the pocketwatch back and forth. Slate's pupils moved left and right, tracking the movement of the golden timepiece. The unclenched muscles around his jaw made his muzzle hang slightly open. After a while, his head began to imperceptibly sway back and forth, too.

"Feel every single thought drifting away. Every little echo of resistance, vanishing. Your will is melting, like your mind. Just follow the pocketwatch, Slate."

Xavier was pretty sure all those things didn't even need saying by then - but they felt good to say. Basking in his subject's mindlessness was just as enjoyable for him as it probably was for the hypnotized hyena sitting on the bed. His tongue was beginning to loll out now. Xavier doubted he was getting any meaning from his words - only purpose.

Just as intended.

"And now, still staring at the pocketwatch, wake."

The changes in Slate's face were noticeable even for the inexpert eye. For Xavier, it was like staring at a completely different person. The hyena's unfocused gaze tried to find something to hold on to and the pocketwatch was the only thing in his field of vision, still swinging rhythmically.

"U-uuuh..." was as eloquent as Slate got. His mind was probably rushing with the hazy memories of what had happened mere minutes earlier, although those wouldn't stick around for long.

"If you're looking for something to say," Xavier intervened, "perhaps 'I'm a blank Slate' would be a better choice of words. Come on."

"I'm a... blank Slate," the hyena muttered. Probably not because he was compelled to do that, but because of his submissiveness kicking in. There was a slight shudder and his cheeks turned slightly red - an obvious indicator of just how flustered that whole situation was making him. The little shreds of cognition he was getting turned him on even more and his eyes kept moving back and forth, mirroring the pocketwatch.

As he watched his subject, Xavier had to adjust his pants. He didn't need to look at Slate to know he wasn't the only one getting hornier by the second.

Ah, perhaps he should...

"I want you to lift from that half-asleep state for a second, Slate. Don't worry, it won't last a minute," the gator reassured him. "But before I put you deep again, I want you to know that if at any point you feel the need to stop what we're doing, you'll simply tell me to do that. If it's something that makes you uncomfortable or that you don't like, you can snap out of the trance. In fact, that's about the only way of snapping out of trance that you will have. Do you understand?"

Slate nodded in slow motion - his breathing getting a bit sharper and more excited as a drowsy part of his mind recognized just what Xavier intended to do to him. The gator chuckled softly.

That was enough preparation.

"Now, sleep, Slate." The snap went through the hyena's body like an electric shock. "That's right. Deeper into trance. Your eyes are closing down. They're heavy... so heavy that you can't lift them now. No matter how hard you try, you can't lift those heavy eyelids of yours. And still, the pocketwatch swings in your mind. Back and forth, Slate. Back and forth. It's taking you deeper still. You can't stop seeing it. And now..."

Snap.

"Wake up, Slate. That's right. Staring into the pocketwatch. Struggling to open your eyelids. What are you?"

"I'm a... I'm a blank Slate..." the hyena mumbled. Much like his eyelids, his jaw seemed to be getting heavier.

"Good. Sleep. And this time your eyes can remain open. Very good, Slate. Keeping those heavy eyelids open even though you're sinking deep into trance. And wake. You can allow your eyes to close down now. The pocketwatch swinging in your mind, even while you're awake. What are you?"

"G... guuuh... I'm a... b-blank... Slate?"

The sound of Xavier's jeans dropping to the floor was the only thing that answered that question. It was immediately followed by a loud snap.

"Sleep. That's true, boy. You're a blank Slate. Eyes closed. Watching the pocketwatch in your mind. And wake. Opening your eyes to stare at the pocketwatch swinging in front of you. What are you again?"

"Hmf... uh... blaaank... Slate..."

"Good. And sleep all the way down now. Staring at the pocketwatch. And your eyes will close down when you wake. And the pocketwatch is still there. Veeeery good. Just like that."

Drool had been building up in Slate's mouth. It began to trickle down slowly down his chin, falling on his chest.

"What are you, Slate?"

"B... buuh... lank... Slaaaate...?"

"Good boy. Sleep."

The last command had a definitive undertone. Xavier wasn't sure if Slate would be able to feel it in his current state, but there were other ways to make him realize.

"Now, open your eyes and stand up. You'll remain perfectly deep in trance. Good. Just like that. I want you to start undressing now. Just like you did before, Slate."

The hyena followed the words poured into his ears without questioning. His hands moved slowly to the jacket and removed it, then did the same with his shirt. He began to unbuckle his belt, which fell to the ground, followed by his jeans. Then his underwear dropped to his ankles. As he removed the last piece of clothing, he remained standing perfectly still, waiting for further instructions. His vacant gaze looked forward, but Xavier doubted he was seeing anything.

The gator finished removing his own clothes too and stepped towards the hyena, his thick tail drawing an arc in the air as he walked around his subject's exposed body. It was now more obvious than ever just how much that situation had been turning Slate on - a massive erection throbbed between his legs, which had little to envy to Xavier's. The gator chuckled softly as he thought to himself they were both visibly enjoying the situation a lot.

One of his hands moved to Slate's grey-furred chest. The hyena barely reacted - his mind was somewhere else, only his naked body remained in that room. Xavier let his scaly hand slide down the soft fur, following his subject's chest, abdomen, waist... and then moving gently but firmly to his eager cock, which throbbed at the touch.

"Someone's needy," the gator growled, his mouth mere inches away from one of Slate's ears. "We're going to make something very funny now, tough guy. Listen carefully now. While you're in this deep state, you won't experience the pleasure that I make you feel - you'll store it inside you and only allow yourself to feel it, all at once, whenever I wake you up. Until then, your pleasure will be sleeping, just like you. Nod your head if you understand."

The subtle movement in the hyena's head was enough for Xavier.

"Good then. Let's start nice and easy."

The gator's expert hand moved up and down the hyena's length, caressing the hard member with his fingertips teasingly. There was no reaction on the hyena's part - his body simply swayed slowly on his legs, his gaze as empty and glassy as it'd been when Xavier had seen it before. His muzzle was ajar and drool kept dripping down his jaw, neck and chest. Noticing the problem, Xavier chuckled and moved his other hand to the hyena's snout, sliding his big thumb into his subject's open mouth and gently caressing the wet, heavy tongue with a firm claw.

"You're very out of it," he pointed out. His own erection pressed against Slate's back as he got closer to the hyena. "You're probably not even aware of what I'm doing to you, hmm?"

The hand he kept between the hyena's legs moved to his balls and gave them a teasing squeeze. Then, it moved back to stroking his eager cock.

"Wake."

Xavier had both hands occupied, which meant there was no snap this time.

Slate's eyes trembled drowsily and tried to open - and then opened wide all of a sudden as the command that had been ingrained deeply in his mind kicked in. Pleasure came like water after a dam was open, a wave of pleasure washing over him and making his knees shake weakly.

"Nngghhh... W... wha..."

He tried to speak, but Xavier's thumb was still in his mouth and the thick fog of trance still slowed every single thought process in his mind. However, the one thing that made it difficult to really grasp what was going on was the irresistible pleasure bubbling inside him like magma erupting from a volcano.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," the gator chuckled. "Sleep."

And down he went again. The hyena's heavy body slumped against Xavier's bigger frame like a puppet whose strings had just been cut. It shivered once more, a residue of the unbearable pleasure. Then, the gator decided it was about time to move to bed. He made his subject sit and placed himself right behind him.

"Good. I think I deserve some pleasure for a change," he suggested then, licking his lips. "I'd say fun instead of pleasure, but I'm enjoying all this as much as you are. Slate, you can speak now. Have you ever taken anybody's dick in your ass?"

The answer took a few seconds to come. Probably not because Slate was embarrassed to admit it - that assumption would only have been a logical one if the hyena had been awake - but because of how thick the waters of his mind were and how hard it was to sail through them right now.

"Y... yesss..." came the drowsy, monotone answer.

Xavier grinned. That'd make things easier for them.

"Listen closely then, tough guy. I want you to ride my cock like you haven't ridden any cock before. I want you to_mean_ it. You'll make a big effort to please me and you'll experience even more pleasure if you do a good job. You're going to give me - and you, in return - the time of my life. Do you understand?"

"Y-yess..."

"Good boy." Xavier positioned himself so things would be easier for Slate. The hyena changed his position and his legs tensed after being completely relaxed for a short while. He rose and then placed himself over the tip of the gator's stiff member. Slowly, he slid down.

Xavier couldn't suppress a groan. The hyena was not as tight as he had feared, but tight nonetheless, and the feeling of his cock sliding into his subject's ass made a moan escape his lips. Fortunately for them, he'd been leaking a respectable amount of pre for the last few minutes, for watching the hyena melt like a candle in front of him had been a more than arousing experience.

"Gooood..." He gasped. "Just like this. Remember - you can't feel... ah... pleasure until I wake you up. You can start now."

Slate followed the command like a robot. His legs tensed again, helping him rise - and then he slid down again. Xavier groaned and moaned, his eyes closing as he felt the bolt of pleasure hitting him hard. His erection had been craving for attention for a long time now, and he could think of no better way of getting what he deserved.

The hyena, on the other hand, didn't budge. He kept moving up and down, his expression completely blank and mindless, gaze lost and drool trickling down his body, as it rose and fell like a tide.

"V-very good..." Xavier praised him. He was actually pretty surprised the command to stop the hyena from feeling pleasure until he woke up had been so effective. His scaly hand moved to the hyena's length and began jerking his subject off, aiming to make his next awaking even more pleasurable.

Slate had only risen and fallen five or six times when he suddenly came in Xavier's grip. The gator wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the sudden warm, wet feeling in his fingers as the hyena's seed cascaded down his throbbing cock.

It caught him with his guard off, but he only needed a few seconds to figure out what had happened - of course, although Slate's mind was storing the pleasure for later, it was pleasure that his body was feeling, and it had its own functions that it would keep on responding to.

The thought brought a crooked smile into his face as he imagined how intense the pleasure would feel once the hyena woke up. Xavier could only imagine it as breaking like a piece of glass.

"I see you already made it," he groaned, his hand moving up and down Slate's member, which was wetter now. "Let's see if... hmph... we can get another orgasm out of you, hmm?"

There was no response coming from the hyena, as expected. He just kept moving up and down, following the gator's instructions mindlessly, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just come.

It wouldn't take long for Xavier to follow his lead. The anticipation had been too much, the need to dominate that grumpy looking hyena building for too long - he needed release. And he had completely shattered that mind of his, he had made sure the tough guy was owned by him completely. How deep must he be by now? Xavier could only guess. He could only imagine all the things Slate would do if he commanded him to, like a good, mindless slave, like the pet he'd turned him into.

And right now, he wasn't feeling any pleasure, but once he woke him up... if he did...

The thought was enough to push the gator over the edge. He came into Slate's ass, his hand squeezing the hyena's cock a bit tighter than necessary as his other hand searched deeper into that drooly, open mouth. His subject didn't respond - he was just a puppet, a helpless little mannequin that he had taken full control of. As he reveled in that idea, Xavier shot a few more ropes of his warm seed into his subject, closing his eyes and moaning a bit louder. He had no idea how intense Slate's pleasure would be when he woke up - his, however, was nothing short of good.

"Hmfff... good job, tough guy..." he praised the hyena.

It took him a few seconds to pull himself together.

Once the immense wave of pleasure receded, leaving only a wonderful afterglow behind, the gator resumed his jerking off the hyena, moving his hand up and down energetically.

"But we're not finished yet," he growled. "I want you to cum again for me. And I know you're close."

Slate's aching cock throbbed under Xavier's touch. It wouldn't take long for him to unload for the second time. It was just a matter of timing, the gator thought, still gasping from the recent orgasm. Fuck, I'm going to break him, was the only thing in his mind as he felt the hyena getting closer. He'd never done that to anybody before, but he could only guess how intense it was going to be. He highly doubted Slate would be able to recall it afterwards, but he'd ask him nonetheless. Even if it was just to see how flustered he could get.

As soon as he felt the hyena's cock bursting again, pulling out a new load of warm, sticky seed, he knew it was the right time to make his next move. This snap was a bit clumsier than the previous one, but it still managed to fill the room.

"Wake."

Slate's consciousness came back to him. And then, a mere fraction of a second later, so did all the pleasure that had been stored for him.

His body tensed - relaxed - tensed again and he squirmed in the gator's grasp as an insurmountable amount of pleasure took over him, hitting him like a thunderbolt. His eyes rolled back in his head, incomprehensible noises coming from his throat. Foamy drool poured out his mouth as he convulsed violently, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

"Nn-nggggghhhhhhhh...!!"

It mustn't have lasted for more than ten seconds, but for the hyena it felt like an eternity. An endless cycle of pure, deep pleasure applied into every single cell of his body, his mind turning to a puddle as he came all over his stomach for a second time, remembering and feeling the first on top of it - remembering and feeling every single thing the gator had done to him up until that point.

There was a breaking point and suddenly his mind got all black.

He collapsed on Xavier's body, passing out for a few solid seconds, as his cock spurted out the last shots of his overwhelming orgasm. In that state, he didn't hear Xavier chuckling or felt his hand leaving his mouth in order to search for something he'd left nearby. Slate just rested there, completely broken, as his brain tried to rearrange itself back from the pleasant abyss.

It managed to do so, after a short while. The hyena's eyes opened slowly, light bathing his pupils as he regained some brief illusion of consciousness.

And then, he saw the pocketwatch swinging in front of his eyes again.

Back and forth.

"Sleep."

The sudden command came accompanied with a loud snap. The illusion of consciousness ended and Slate dropped deep into the never-ending pool of his empty mind.

Watching the hyena as he sank, Xavier chuckled softly and caressed his head fondly. He had to admit he hadn't expected his new-found subject to resist that session so well. He had performed admirably and he would make sure to let him know once he woke up from that deep slumber he had put him in. Perhaps Slate would want to keep that tough façade up or perhaps he'd like to be praised. He had no way of knowing, but he was likely to find out soon.

Xavier was glad he'd come to that party. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have found such a pleasing partner to have hypno-play with. It had been a long time since he'd found such a malleable mind to toy with.

And he had no idea what the hyena's take was on that, but there was one thing he knew for sure.

He was only getting started.