Tutoring Techniques for Higher Education
Eamon curled up the pendant as he watched his subject nod off. The chains that dangled off his pants let out a quiet chime as he moved to blow out the candles, leaving the room in relative darkness before he returned to the entranced ram. The rabbit slid smoothly into the lap made broad from hours of sports and general jock-ery. It was comfortable despite the hardness of the muscles; of course, Eamon always had a weakness for for strong guys.
"Now then, handsome," He cooed, letting his less professional nature slip out now that his subject was suggestible and it wouldn't matter. "I want you to keep following my voice. This time we're gonna go down. You can see a staircase leading you toward my voice. It's dim and private down there but you can see into it just fine. There are ten steps and I will count for you from one to ten, each number I count is one step you'll take one step lower. When I say ten you will be standing at the bottom of those stairs, as deep in trance as you can possibly get. No conscious thought. No stray ideas. Just peaceful, obedient, quiet contemplation of my words. Understand?"
Dasilva nodded as he sat heavily in his seat, inert and peaceful. It would be easier to guess he was asleep if it weren't for the bunny whispering in his ear and stroking the dark tip of his thick, curled horns. Eamon counted slowly for him, reinforcing with every other step how relaxing it was to descend into the restful space and how safe and wide the staircase was until at last they reached the last step together and and the lapine congratulated him with soft praise.
"Very good. This is your private space. It has all the things you love to see and smell and feel. The things that make you relax and take all the pressure off of your mind. I don't know what that means, but you do," Eamon explained slowly, using one of his favourite induction lines to help construct this place with the ram. "No one can hurt you here. No one can distract you here. No one can rush you here. This is your fortress of solitude. Your sanctuary. You don't have to think here because it is so relaxing. Just let me do all the thinking for you. Alright?"
Another nod, more languid than the first, shook Dasilva's head and, satisfied with his results, the rabbit slid off the entranced athlete and turned a few pages in the book on his desk. Triggers, as far as Eamon was concerned, were words to be spoken on purpose just for their effect so he always turned to his books for new ones. Terms that wouldn't be so commonplace that they would wear down easily or cause any trouble for his empty headed little "Ken Dolls" as he liked to call them. He swished his hips slowly, as he did when things went so well, until he found just the word.
"This is called 'Golgatha', handsome," instructed the proud rabbit. "When you hear the word 'Golgatha' you'll think of this place. This empty minded state of being. You will relax and get rid of all your stress. You'll feel calm and peaceful. When you're alone with me like this and I say 'Golgatha' you'll sink back into this peaceful entranced state, but otherwise you will just relax and clear out all of the distractions. If you need to study and you hear 'Golgatha' you will focus on your learning just like you're focusing on my words now. Everything you read will settle deep in your mind for you to remember whenever you need it. And if you come here, to this peaceful place called 'Golgatha' when you're taking a test, then everything, all the stress and pressure and difficulty, will fade away and everything you've studied will be as crystal clear as the words I'm speaking to you now."
Eamon looked back at his subject and smiled at his frame. The ram was just too handsome to pass up. It wouldn't be hard either, just an extra trigger to give him some extra urges.
"And when you're alone with me and you're relaxed and empty headed like you are right now, I might say... 'bath house'. If you hear me, and only me, say 'bath house' you'll start to feel aroused. You'll imagine a sexy, beautiful person. You'll imagine that figure that makes you feel so horny, the one that you want to fuck so much. But you might find that instead of soft breasts or a tight pussy you'll imagine a male instead. Still with that figure you love so much but a boy like me for you to breed nice and deep whenever I say 'bath house'. Even knowing he's male, you'll want him so much. It'll be hard to resist pushing your cock into his body. Do you understand?"
Dasilva nodded once more, groaning under his breath as the front of his pants started to tent already responding to the suggestion. The rabbit smiled and took a moment to consider what else he might add into his head but after the raunchier ideas were rejected he smirked and gently guided his subject back to the world of the waking.
"Now that you've gotten all the tools you need to succeed you are going to wake up. Gradually taking back all your faculties as I count I count from ten to one. You'll wake up feeling like you took a nice deep nap. You won't remember any of the particulars about this trance but the training I gave you will remain. Instead, you'll feel rested and relaxed and ready to busy yourself with the rest of the day. Ready? Ten..."
Eamon watched the ram stir and come back to life slowly until, just as he was instructed, the big horned sheep's eyes opened on the count of one. He groaned deeply, stretching his arms and neck as he took a moment to get his bearings.
"Did I fall asleep? I should have known hypnosis was a bunch of shit. Thanks anyway, dude."
The rabbit replied with a laugh, "No you didn't, you were deeply entranced. I just asked you wake up as if you'd taken a nap. Here: I want you to say this word and then tell me how you feel. It should prove it to you."
The book passed paws and the last syllable was barely spoken before the ram slumped and glazed over, staring deeply into the page. He mumbled a reply of affirmation which drew a smile all the way across Eamon's face.
"Good. Now then. I just want to make sure you're all the way down there so one more time: Golgotha."
Dasilva's eyes lidded shut once more and Eamon quickly resumed his perch in his lap. He glanced at the watch hanging from his belt loop and grinned at how much time he had left. It might be inappropriate but it was far too tempting. He lifted his legs up pulled at his overly wide-cut pantcuffs, peeling his pants off with the gentle tinkle of chains bouncing against each other. "Now then I want you to listen very close because what I'm going to tell you is important. Just like everything I say when you're here in Golgatha. I want you to listen so close that you can't hear anything else as I say 'bath house'."
The ram groaned absently, his mutton dagger pressing into the rabbit's leg as it grew alarmingly large with less alarming quickness. He was a good subject and the bunny was glad he could play in this doll's head so easy.
"What a good boy!" the lapine cheered, reaching up and stroking his muscular puppet's chin as he tossed his pants to the floor, leaving him in his shirt and a lacy bit of frippery that would clash with his aesthetic if it weren't for the gothic motif stitched into it. Still the feminine cloth did it's work well. "You are such a wonderful little ram. I know how much you want to feel that pretty boy in your dreams around your cock. You feel that weight on your lap? That's him, he wants you inside him so much."
With lazy force, Dasilva wrapped his meaty hand around his mesmerizing partner, holding onto his hips tight and grinding his hips against him. He moaned vacantly, precum bleeding into his shorts as his excitement started to cut through his trance. Little paws homing in on his fly and pried it open with a quick flourish that let his meat flop free into the lacy, entrapped bulge. Cock pressed against cock with the ram's continued thrusting but Eamon, reached up to his horns, pulling himself up high enough that the mighty shaft could prod at his rump instead. Feeling that shift, The tight grip tried to tug him back down, pressing the tip against his tight bud, smearing musky juice all over his lace.
"So eager aren't you? When you hear 'Bath House' all you want is sex. That's a good boy." He wiped a trail of drool off the ram's lips chuckling softly at his state.
His sex-addled mind failing to to even contain his glands. More precum seeped out of him like the drool running down his cheek until Eamon's rump was slick and warm and very ready to reward his obedient subject. A lapine finger pulled the soaked underwear aside just far enough to let the desperate cock shove into his hole, brushing the soft fabric just lightly enough to make it shiver and jump with every inch he pushed in. The rabbit bit his lip, fearing causelessly that his sharp moans and shouts might wake the formidable athlete, and sank back against that hungry flesh, stretching hie poor, underused hole wide around it. He was so tight around that flesh that he could every throb, every pulse and every drop of precum and it was invigorating.
The ram's hips moved faster once his balls pressed against the rabbit's ass, pulling and pushing him by the hips to guide his tight passage up and down the eleven inches of meat spreading him wide. Over and over the wet slap of precum soaked ass against hard, taut lap filled the room with a pleasant din of sex underscored by the rapid crescendo of Dasilva's moans. Sloppy, throaty noise billowed out of him, accented by the sight of drool oozing down his dreaming face, and once he was loose and adjusted, Eamon was ready to match his enthusiasm.
He reached up for his horns again, pulling his face down and his ass up, nearlly feeling the thick head plop out of him as precum gushed through the tight seal then slammed himself back down, nearly holding his breath to keep his voice from waking him or disturbing his wanton lust. The hard ride was met with a tighter grip and harder thrusts as if in his mind the pretty boy he was fucking was trying to get away, a primal side of the jock that Eamon promised himself to explore next time he had him under and wasn't being brutalized by his massive cock.
Precum splattered all over their laps soaking them in Dasilva's lust as his moans turned to bestial huffs, lost in the haze of hypnosis and sex to the carnal recesses of his mind. Finally he drove a gasp of dulled pain and electric bliss out of the bunny gritting his teeth harder as he tugged one after another out of him.
"Good! Boy!" Eamon nearly shouted, losing any decorum he might have had left for a moment before he felt those swollen balls spanking him ruthlessly clench and rise toward his body. He wasn't ready for the ram to finish so he dredged up the less horny part of his mind and pulled his head still by the horns and spoke firmly. "Good... ung, boys dont... mmph... Cum before their... cute, ah!, fucks do."
Worry flashed in his head that he might not plant the suggestion fast enough, he wasn't in control enough but he collected his breath and fought back the grunts and pants, hissing through his teeth when he needed and he felt those balls pause. They where still tight in his poised sack and his head thrashed like it might when a feral animal might get blue balled but his subconscious stopped his load and Eamon could keep riding.
He lost track of time between getting stabbed so hard with that meaty shaft and hissing out his commands every time he could feel his body getting ready to cum again but after edging the beastly jock five times he was looking exhausted and the rabbit was painfully ready to blow himself. He pulled his shirt down over his panties, not wanting to leave too much evidence, and groaned deeply, unleashing his cream inside his clothes, spraying through the revealing lace and into the dark fabric, soaking himself in rabbit milk before whispering "Good boy" to his subject.
After being told that good boys wait to cum being told that he was a good boy must have triggered his release because as soon as the last syllable ended, he erupted, cum pent up from too much fucking and too little jizzing crashed through Eamon's guts, filling him liberally with hot thick nut, gushing back down into Dasilva's lap and soaking his jeans just like the rabbit's shirt. The hypnotist wanted to pull off his, hole feeling almost painfully bloated from the massive wad of cum rushing into him, like his belly might inflate with all the seed, but he knew it would make too big of a mess and it would already be hard enough to clean out these memories so he suffered through, holding his stomach to make sure he didn't get to big with ram spunk but before too long it ended, a mess in their cozy chair and both panting and mostly satisfied.
Eamon, gingerly peeled himself off, clenching his hole tight so he could clean it up in the bathroom rather than spill it all over his carpet. Still he had to wash Dasilva's mind first.
"You did excellent. You are going to be so satisfied. Remember, now. This is very important. You do not remember anything that happened after I said..." he paused, debating how quickly he would recover if he heard the trigger itself, " after I said the trigger that made you so horny and made you fuck me so hard. You don't remember pounding me and getting ridden so hard but you had a very vivid dream. A special, hot dream that was just for you. I don't know what that means, but you do. It was the best dream you ever had. It was so nice that you came hard in your pants just from dreaming that sexy, beautiful dream.
"After you came down here to 'Golgotha' I told you to go asleep and you had such a marvellous dream. You couldn't help yourself. I don't know what that means, but you do. So you just go to sleep, maybe have another sexy dream and forget this trance. Just remember the trigger I gave you last time. Golgotha. It's very important, just as important as it is to remember that the reason you're covered in your cum and SO very satisfied is that you have a special wet dream. So go to sleep and rest, get rejuvenated and relish your satisfaction. I may not be here when you wake up but that's fine, you have the rest of the day ahead of you."
And finally the ram snored, drooling still and fast asleep. The rabbit took his time fondling Dasilva's thick cock, and stuffing it down the messiest of his pant legs then zipping him up neat and tidy. Of course, his time was rewarded only with a tiny release of sheep batter to drool over his balls and down his legs. A shower was the next in line. Then he could plan getting back into the jock's pants.