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The bar was a dimly lit and musky place to be cooped up in. Rather dirty and in a state of disrepair, its only draw was its cheap, probably watered down drinks. Enough of a draw to keep a steady supply of patrons and regulars, though.

"Gimme another, Galen," grunted a Hypno to that Gallade barkeep. Seated beneath a broken light, the psychic type was cloaked in dimness, matching his mood. There was a cool sound of glass upon counter-top, cutting through the background noise of a fuzzy radio tuned into rock. It clinked as it contacted against the Hypno's ringed digits before lifting off the table and swallowed with thick gulps.

"Hmph, who's it gonna be?" asked that Gallade, standing across the bar from the psychic type now, drying off a glass with a once-white cloth. "Or's tonight gonna be another bum night for you?"

"Yeah, yeah, quit your complaining. No one's caught my eye yet."

"Been so long I'm beginnin' to think you've forgotten how," smirked that barkeep.

The Hypno slammed his glass back onto the counter; the thick-based thing resisted shattering. Peering down the bridge of his yellow nose, the furred Pokémon narrowed his eyes and gave almost a squinting sneer. The Gallade was useful for his purposes, but god damn if the guy didn't piss him off.

"Well maybe if your bar wasn't such a shit-heap there'd be an interestin' mark more than a blue moon," spat the Hypno in return.

The bell over that entrance-door gave a soft ring, and another customer entered the sparsely populated pub. That Gallade seemed to glide away from the Hypno and towards the newcomer, a sweaty-looking Blaziken dressed in a construction-worker's hard hat and visibility vest. As that fire-fighter made his order, pulling that helmet off and setting it on the table in front of him, he was watched by the Hypno, watched out of the corner of his eye.

Something about the rugged nature of that male enticed him--maybe this would be that once in a blue moon victim he was waiting for. He tapped on the counter, regaining the Gallade's attention from that Blaziken once his drink was delivered. As the bar-tender approached, the Hypno dropped a small baggie onto the counter before him, which was swept up by the swift-handed Gallade.

"Another fire-type?" grunted Galen, a bit distastefully. "Guess it suits a flamer like you, Hahn," jibed he, walking away, pausing upon the Hypno grunting a bit. An empty glass was held up towards him, and the fighting-psychic took that in his other hand.

"Don't screw it up, Galen," muttered Hahn, crossing his fingers together and resting his elbows on the table, leaning a bit forward. He made the impression of staring at the bar's static infested television, watching whatever sport they had re-running at such late night. He wasn't paying attention to it at all, of course. From the corner of his eye he remained on watch, scouting both his barkeep friend and the Blaziken.

The bird set down his empty glass, giving a nod to the tender. Refill time. Though the fighting type bird in that orange vest (probably) felt nothing, the Hypno could feel his compatriot's psychic pressure, distracting the Blaziken as he deftly dumped that powder into the frothy beer, whereupon it dissolved easily. Psychic-resistant Pokémon were a bit more troublesome to deal with in this manner, but the Gallade had more than just a few psychic tricks up his sleeve. They wouldn't, at very least, need to be used this time.

The filled glass made a soft 'top' as it was set down onto the wooden counter. The Blaziken stared off into space for a moment, before shaking his head and "coming to". Seemed as if the blaze Pokémon had thought he was spacing out--all according to plan.

Inside that baggie was a mixture of various chemicals, the main, acting ingredient of which had a certain formula which would make those who took it receptive psychic and hypnotic attacks. The rest of its content consisted of a diuretic, to get that victim out of the open and into a more secluded (and lockable) place, where he could be hypnotized without interruption. It'd take a few minutes to settle in, and Hahn tapped the counter again, calling Galen over.

"Get his name?" asked the Hypno under his breath. It was getting around that hour that the bar would start to fill with some more regulars, and he wasn't planning on sharing his treat tonight with anyone except the bartender and whoever stumbled upon the Blaziken when he was finished.

"Barry. But I don't see why it matters--you'll give him a new one anyway," whispered the Gallade in reply. He filled up the Hypno's drink while they spoke, keeping up appearances. "What stall will you leave him in for when I close up?"

"Pfeh. You know the one." Following with the ratty "theme" of that pub, the restrooms were in a similar state of disarray and disrepair. In fact, the furthest toilet from the door had been out of order for almost a year now, a shame too, seeing as someone had taken the liberty of drilling a glory hole from it to the stall over.

Any regular bar patron knew that when the sign was off the door, some poor faggot sap was giving out blowies with no end, though they probably didn't know that the cause for that was all due to a certain Hypno's hypnosis. All they cared about was the killer head they got through that alcoholic haze.

"Yeah, yeah. Tonight's turn-around code?" continued Galen with his questioning--that Hypno was beginning to get a bit irritated.

"Ring around the rosie--go get Barry over there a new drink, I want him in the bathroom five minutes from now," Hahn said dismissively, grasping hold of his mug and taking a long, deep swig from it as the Gallade left him to his musing. Time passed slowly. From the corner of his eye, the psychic type could see the construction-working Blaziken shifting upon his stool. The diuretic had the effect of causing thirst, as well, and judging by that fourth glass in the Blaziken's hand the drugs were working well. That bird's blue-jean clothed leg bounced upon the twitched a bit where it was, the fire-type frowning down at the counter. Did he think something was strange? Not likely.

Hahn watched as his barkeep friend was called over to the Blaziken. The bartender pointed out the restroom, flashing a look at the Hypno as he did so. Time to get to work, it seemed. As if on cue, the Blaziken stood up from his stool and began to walk in the direction that Gallade had pointed. He had a brisk pace, undoubtedly due to the budding pressure in his bladder. The bird whisked by the Hypno, paying him no attention on his journey to the toilet, and certainly not noticing the psychic-type scooting back in his chair and standing up.

The bathroom door thumped closed for a moment when the Blaziken entered, Hahn giving a brief 5 second count before he followed in after. The men's room was empty, save for the Blaziken and Hypno. The yellow-furred Pokémon could hypnotize without words, but using them just made the obedience even more sharp and succinct. Tugging off his necklace, he held the cord of that silver-chained thing between his index and forefinger, swishing it with a slow, steady sway.

"Barry," he said, voice smooth and low. That Blaziken turned around to look at the one who called his name out confusedly, only to be entranced by the glowing blue of the psychic-type's eyes and necklace. He was locked, entranced by the shimmering, hypnotic gaze of the hypnotist predator and his pendulum. The bird turned fully, now, coming to face the Hypno as he was psychically commanded to do so.

His jeans remained unzipped, underwear pulled down a bit and hooked underneath his exposed flaccid shaft, red in color. Urine dribbled from its tip, spilling on the tiled bathroom floor--Hahn had caught him mid-piss, after all.

"Look into my eyes. Relax and lose yourself into them," recanted the Hypno slowly, not breaking eye-contact with the Blaziken. "You have no will of your own, you have no thoughts of your own, you are completely subservient." His voice was low and monotone, laced with psychic intent. "Hold these feelings deep in your subconscious, bury them to the depths of your mind so that they will always there, never making known their origin. Know now that your new name is Beau."

Barry's maw cracked open, as if he was to say something. His tongue made a motion, but no noise came from his throat. As his body relaxed further and further, arms lowering themselves from their grip upon his jeans to his side, pants beginning to slide down as his shoulders slumped and head began to droop, the Hypno gave a new non-verbal command.

The fire-type trudged slowly towards that handicapped stall on the far side of the restroom, barely able to pick up his languid, work-booted feet as he made his way there. Holding his vision at the back of the Blaziken's head, and keeping his necklace swinging, Hahn followed, latching shut the bathroom door as they passed it. No interruptions now.

That stall was large enough for the two Pokémon to stretch, though that Blaziken had no commands to do so, and he remained still, facing the wall. A new psychic command telepathed into his head, and the bird stiffened, turning slowly to face Hahn, meeting his eyes.

"Discard your clothes, for you need them not. Discard your repulsions, for you need them not. Discard your inhibitions, for you need them not." Repetition was key to hypnosis, and as the Hypno applied a little more psychic pressure, the Blaziken obeyed, pulling off that vest and stripping down from head to toe. He left his clothing piled near the wall. At very least, the out-of-order stall they were in was (somewhat) clean from non-use. The only real filth in it was near the glory-hole on the opposite side, where the accumulated spillage of male-release had grimed the floor.

Despite the Blaziken's nudity and the slight, psychically-transferred sexual energy put into him by the Hypno, the fire-type's red prick remained as flaccid as it was before, dangling down between his thighs. The member was a bit moist looking, though Hahn had no thoughts of touching it. He was about his pleasure, after all. It was just a lucky side-effect that those who fell victim to his hypnosis also gained enjoyment from their treatment.

"You lust for maleness in all your holes. You live for serving sweaty, drunk men. You desire to be taken and used by them. You are a slut, a whore, a deviant nymphomaniac. This stall is your home, that hole is your feed, take these feelings and knowledge and bury them in your subconscious. That identity, your true, new identity shall arise when you hear your new name spoken to you: Beau."

A slow shudder flowed through the Blaziken, his body and mind adjusting to fit his new definition of self. Finally that brief tenseness slackened, and his body relaxed once more, staring blankly and thoughtlessly towards his hypnotist. His mouth opened once more, but this time he managed to speak.

"I listen and obey."

Nothing more, nothing less. The naked Blaziken remained still, ever watching as that blue light glowing from Hahn's eyes and pendulum began to dim away, until finally it vanished entirely, and the Blaziken's face grew blank.

"Beau," said the Hypno, and a bit of energy returned to the fire-type's eyes. He looked around for a moment, taking in his setting before turning towards the one who said his name and smiled. Instinctively he knew his purpose and place--his nudity was not strange or foreign to him either; it felt right, as if being nude was what he was supposed to be.

"Do you require release, sir?" he asked with a gentle tone. Even though the Hypno hadn't overheard any words the Blaziken had spoken to the Gallade, it was clearly out of place for his previous persona. Even as he spoke, the fire-type was getting to work, kneeling down onto the tile floor and reaching forward with his rough, somewhat dirty talons. He undid the button upon that psychic-type's pants, zipping them down and pulling their waist around the Hypno's ankles. Without hesitation, the fire-bird pushed his face into the male's simple grey briefs, inhaling deeply. Already that bird was beginning to get aroused, his red prick twitching and filling up.

Hahn said nothing in reply, merely grunting and stepping one foot out of his pulled-down pants. His underwear bulged out a bit, both from the stimulation of Beau's face and from the erotic rush he got from hypnotizing the Blaziken. A moment later his underwear were by his ankles, and a warm tongue slowly slid the Hypno's fat yellow-cream colored member into the bird's mouth. Somehow, that completely unexperienced fire-type managed to swallow the thick thing to its base, his beak nudging against the psychic-type's groin, puffing in and out with hot little breaths.

Beau gulped and slobbered over that shaft, bobbing his head just an inch back and forth, stimulating the length with his warm, slippery tongue. He wrapped it tightly around the Hypno's rod, squeezing it as he pulled out and lapped the head of that cut penis, drinking up the drips of precum that were starting to bubble out and mix with his own slimy saliva. The Blaziken was not quiet at all while he fellated his hypnotist, unaware that his actions were most certainly out of the norm for his usual, old self. And he'd remain unaware until the bar closed, and that Gallade would kick him out onto the street (after having his fill). Until then, however, the fire-type was blissfully enjoying his sole purpose in life, to be used by men seeking their release.

Another wet swallow, and the Blaziken looked up at the male he was blowing. Drool dripped out his beak and down his "chin", matting the feathers on his neck and chest. His face was that of pure happiness, almost enjoying giving the blowjob more than the Hypno did receiving it! Whether or not that was true, however, the bird had not an idea in his head to say such a thing--he was solely focused on his job, and diligently worked hard to bring that Hypno to completion. The former-construction-worker's member throbbed at its fully aroused peak between his legs, oozing a constant stream of hot precum onto the tile floor, adding to the slick, sticky mess of it.

Hahn's hands dropped down to the Blaziken's head, cupping on either side of them. For a moment the slut-via-hypnosis looked at him confusedly, and felt that large yellow dick slip out to its tip. Then, without warning, the Hypno jammed himself forward into that beak, pulling Beau's head to his base and grunting loudly as his sack smacked underneath the fire-bird's chin. That whore gagged, eyes squeezing shut as he was facefucked by the Hypno, grasping hold of his red, sloppy length and stroking it with his calloused hands, covering his digits with the precum that shot and oozed out from his treatment.

Reaching behind, the fire-fighter pushed one of those lubed digits into his backside, wiggling it about and stretching himself out slowly. He winced as a bit of pain came with that eagerness, and gagged on that Hypno's cock as it stuffed his throat full of oozed precum and the bird's own drool. The Blaze Pokémon added a second finger to his backside, slowly sliding both digits in and out of his ring, scissoring them and stretching himself further, leaning forward to that face-fucking and curving his hips upwards.

There was no way for Beau to tell how long that use of his mouth lasted--the only measurement of time passing he got was the soft grunts from the Hypno above, and the soaking wetness of his neck and chest below. Finally that Hypno slowed his thrusts into that maw down, pulling his hips back just as the last bit of precum and saliva drooled over the Blaziken's solar plexus. The male's feathers were completely soaked, but the avian cared not. He was simply waiting to hear those words from the (to him) nameless male he was waiting for.

"Turn around."

They echoed in his mind just as Hahn said it, and the construction-worker turned slut obeyed, standing up and turning himself around. He knew what the psychic-type wanted, and resisted that submissive urge to bend forward as was implied by that order. He wanted to hear it said from the other male's lips, to hear it echo out through the stall and bathroom, permeate his very being with something to obey. Even so, the Blaziken hiked his rear upwards just a bit, presenting his backside ever-so-slightly.

"Now bend over," the gruff voice said from behind him, and Beau obeyed, heart fluttering with giddiness as he presented his backside for the Hypno. His cheeks were firm, not quite a bubble-bottom but they had a definite roundedness to them. That mixture of precum that saturated the surface of his shaft also drooled slowly out of that stretched behind, pucker looking a bit red already from the stretching it was given. To accent his submissiveness, Beau reached back with his hands, grasping hold of his cheeks and spreading them just a bit more apart--there wasn't a lot to spread back there, after all.

His heart beat hard in his chest, waiting for the Hypno's next move. He knew what was coming, how could one not? As the glans of that yellow shaft tapped against his ringed pucker, a shuddering groan escaped his lips. No longer giving head, the Blaziken could afford to be loud. Goddamn that fat tip--Beau bumped his hips backward just a little bit, trying to see if he could slip his ring around that glans and sit back down upon it early. No dice, the Hypno's slippery cockhead only prodded halfway inside that ring before popping out and sliding up along the Blaziken's cheeks. Felt just as good to have someone's dick rubbing between his cheeks as it would it inside, judged the fire-type, and he gave a low groan of pleasure all the same. It'd be just a few moments before he was penetrated into, too.

Hahn grasped hold of his base, nudging his member against that hot ring once more. He squeezed from the root to the tip, squirting out a hot dollop of precum across that entrance and smearing it against. The Hypno curled his lips up into a smile, before stuffing his tip against that backside and slowly starting to shove inwards, stretching out his victim.

Beau groaned out loudly, his eyes crossing and hips pushing themselves backwards to the base. He may have been an anal virgin before, but the sheer burst of pleasure he obtained from hilting that Hypno's fat, thick dick more than washed away the discomfort of his first time. He felt the male's fat nuts slap against his own pair bumping against each other in a lewd fashion, their heavy form smushing up against his own.

A hot spark of pleasure traversed his spine as Hahn's length stuffed itself against his prostate, grinding that gland firmly. The Hypno behind gave a muffled grunt, gripping the Blaziken by his wide hips and pulling himself out slowly, having to push the avian away from him as he exited, the fire-type so desperate to keep the length hilted. With a firm squeeze to the bird's cheeks, the psychic-type released that hypnotized male's hips, letting the feathered critter slide his ass back down on that fat dick and come to a hilt with another lewd moan.

That red, sticky dick hanging between the Blaziken's legs gave a hard splurge of precum onto the bathroom floor as he took the Hypno's length to its root, that tight cherry-popped ring squeezing reflexively around the intruder. Once more, Hahn's round orbs came to a hard smacking against the avian's own pair, depressing against those hot birdballs. From behind Beau came a low vocalization of the dominant's pleasure and the associated twitch-pulse of hot pre spilling into that semi-lubed tunnel, soaking through that soft red-pink flesh and slickening it further.

Beau curved his hips just a bit more, pressing his slightly sweaty feathered rear against Hahn's groin, panting out. Drool dripped from his beak, his tongue having fallen out as he mindlessly groaned and grinded upon that fat yellow shaft's base, just barely fitting that humanoid member within himself. Too engrossed in the satisfaction of stretching his ring around that shaft, the bird hardly noticed a hand setting down on his rear before pulling up and giving his almost-bubble cheek a firm smack. The fire-type clenched tightly around the root of the Hypno's member, milking a hard jet of precum out from it as Hahn groaned from behind.

The psychic-type's hands grasped hold of the avian's hips once more holding the Blaziken steady before leaning forward and over the critter, starting to give a rough, hard in-and-out series of thrusts. Hahn squeezed that feathered waist, pounding away at the illegitimately willing male's backside with such a vigor that the squirts of precum he had spurted into the fire-type began to ooze out of the Blaze Pokémon's taut ring. The front of the Hypno's balls grew slick with that fucked-out fluid, making wet slapping noises as they contacted against Beau's red pair.

"A-aahh, sir!" the submissive avian moaned out as that Hypno re-angled himself from behind, bashing against that prostate-gland buried deep inside the fire-type's tunnel. Little jolts of pleasure sparked through the Blaziken's spine, rolling his eyes back up into his head as he shamelessly groaned out like the serving slut he believed he was. More of his hot pre spilled from his shaft, splattering over the bathroom floor and wetting it. Pushing back hard against the Hypno, Beau flexed his entrance around that beer-can thick cock, barely able to clench down completely. If anything it seemed larger than before, and the low huffs of pleasure from the psychic-type behind him signaled to the Blaziken that his dominator was close.

"Mrrfh, moan it out, bitch," the Hypno grunted from behind the Blaziken, grasping hold of his hypnotic pendant once more. It became illuminated in an ethereal blue glow, matching the psychic-energy of that hypnotist behind the Blaziken. Even without looking into Hahn's eyes or at his necklace the Blaziken fell under the psychic-type's spell, body stiffening a bit as he fell under the trancing effects.

Beau felt his body grow warm and relaxed, loosening up his clenches around that intruding dick. His muscles slackened just slightly, and he bent further forward, resting his head against the back-wall of the stall. Even though the Hypno wasn't actively thrusting into him, the act of falling into an obedient trance was subconsciously pleasurable, and between his legs that drippy red prick continued to dribble on the floor.

"Listen up good, slut. You are going to remain in this very stall when I'm finished with you, and you will suck off every dick that pokes through that gloryhole," began the Hypno. It was a bit redundant to say again, but repetition was the best way to cement an idea into any Pokémon's subconscious. "And when you hear someone say 'ring around the rosie' you will turn around and present your ass to him through the hole. After that, you will obey his every word until he directs you out onto the street, where you will take upon the identity of Barry once more, understand?"

Those words spoke clearly and truly to the deepest part of the Blaziken's subconscious. He assimilated them into himself, burying them deeply and sincerely into his very soul. He incorporated the resounding commands to his essential being, and shuddered out, finally giving his reply.

"I understand."

With that, Hahn began to slowly slide himself back and forth inside that rear, loosening his psychic grip until that blue illumination vanished completely and the Blaziken was brought out of his trance by the slapping of the Hypno's fat, pulled-up balls against the very top of his own and that puffy bird-taint. The avian's feathers had a precum-slick coating to them, causing their form to shine in the flickering bathroom light, more of that lubricant soaking past them and rolling down Beau's balls as the Hypno's thrusts grew harder and harder.

The Blaziken moaned lowly, thighs starting to shake. He pushed his hands against the wall, trying to hold himself up as that pressure from the constant pounding to his prostate grew higher and higher, nearing its peak. With a loud groan, that winding spring released, and hot spurts of his seed spilt onto the floor of that handicapped stall, flooding the green-yellow tile with some creamy bird-seed. It pooled between the Blaziken's bare feet, touching the side and starting to wrap around each foot closely while the avian's rump repeatedly squeezed and clenched down on the Hypno's dick, milking it with the fire-bird's orgasm.

That psychic-type's shaft was gripped tightly around as Hahn hilted himself inside. With Beau's orgasm came an increase in the heat surrounding his rod, and he grunted out, pushing the base of his cock even harder against that semi-bubble butt, lightly thrusting and flexing himself as the avian's sphincter cinched down upon his member. Finally, the orgasm that had been building up in the Hypno's loins was relieved, and that fat dick relieved the load in his balls with heavy, spurting ropes of cum into the Blaziken's tunnel. Pump after pump of that gooey cum flooded into Beau's rear, overfilling it and starting to squirt out and down the bird's feathered taint as that hypnotist-rapist blew his bare load into that ass.

Hahn tugged free as his orgasm subsided, pulling with the removal of his shaft a small glop of cream that landed atop those fat balls, slowly leaking down between the crevice between them. His beer-can thick dick had undoubtedly ruined the Blaziken's ass for his bartending friend, though the Gallade was more than used to it now, he presumed. He wiped his tip underneath the Blaziken's tail, smirking as his mark began to dribble out that thoroughly used ass, and Beau slipped forward in the puddle of his seed, that semi-flaccid bird-dick slipping behind and between his legs.

"Haa... ahh... thank you, sir," the service-slut muttered out, eyes closed in pleasure as his hole tried to clench around and hold that warm cum in, ultimately failing. He paused for a moment, catching his breath before turning around and grasping hold of that semi-hard yellow dick, bringing it into his mouth. Squeezing from the base to tip, Beau milked dry the very last bits of seed from it, cleaning the sloppy thing's outside with his tongue. And, with that finished, the bird re-zipped and rebuttoned the Hypno's pants, and smiled. It didn't reach his hazed-over eyes. "Come again, sir," he said cheerfully.

The psychic-type said nothing as he exited the stall. He came to the door, listening intently out of it before unlocking and leaving through it. There wasn't a line waiting, luckily, though the Gallade bartender may have had something to do with that. A few minutes after he took his seat a sweaty looking Charizard sauntered into the bathroom, one of the regulars, and left not five minutes later with a crooked smile on his buzzed, flushed face. Seemed as if Beau was adjusting to his new, if temporary, lifestyle just fine.

"Galen, my tab," grunted Hahn, tapping the counter expectantly. His body reeked of sweat and sex--wouldn't be a good idea to stick around too long. As the Hypno was given his till, a few more males entered the restroom--word between regulars travelled fast, it seemed. Paying off his charges, the psychic-type took one last look back at the bar from the doorway. A small line had formed at the bathroom, and said group of drunken regulars just emerged from it in suspiciously high spirits for having "just taken a piss".

Carefree bastards.