Snap!
#11 of Commissions by Gruffy
Rooney's a non-believer. Will Kane convince him that hypnosis really does work?
Starting here with the posting of another kinky little miniseries, commissioned by Sanmer
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Rooney yawned, grumbled, scratched his big balls through his saggy boxers and tried to find something interesting from his buddy's living room. They were just chillaxing now, surprisingly not really in the mood for anything else at the moment, much to the wolf's amusement while he let his scratching fingers do a pass over his bulge - it was usually "now or right now?" kind of a decision. Maybe it was because Kane seemed to be somewhat occupied...walking in and out of the room, muttering to himself, fetching items...and he hadn't really even figured out what the cheetah was up to. Not that it really matted much, he had some beer, and the couch was cozy and reminded him of many good times with his friend (with benefits!) , so he might as well just enjoy.
He couldn't stifle the yawn, though, and his tail flopped against the couch as he tried to decide whether the grab the TV remote and put on the TV, since Kane wasn't offering any amusement...would he be bothered to lean over to take it...hmm...there it was...on top of that book...
The wolf saw that the blue and black tome had golden writing on the top, complete with a intricate symbol that looked like something out of _Charmed_or something, the wolf chuckled to himself, as he brushed the TV remote aside and picked up the book. It felt surprisingly heavy and almost dropped out of his fingers, before he took a better grip.
"The Inner Eye Expanded," the wolf read the title out aloud, "by Doctor Samuel Bombastius...hahahahah...I know only one kind of an inner eye and it's a brown one...hahahah..."
The wolf laughed to himself as he rolled the book around in his paws, not even bothering to open it - he'd seen books of the sort lying around ever since his buddy had started talking about his interest in the paranormal and the supernatural. This was a new book, though, he thought, and chuckled again, shaking his head. Sometimes Kane had the weirdest fads...like when he tried that macrobiotic diet...
"Yo, bro!" the wolf smirked cockily as he saw the cheetah appear in the living room again, clutching a laundry basket in his paws.
"Hmm?" Kane appeared curious, peering at the wolf on the couch.
"Do you still look at this shit?" Rooney lifted the book up so that the cheetah could catch a look of it as well as the tongue-lolling wolf.
Kane's ears flicked curiously, but he did smile back, his tail weaving behind him as he walked through the living room, put the laundry basket down to the floor, and then simply stood there, watching at the wolf sitting on the couch, legs spreads wide apart (according to the wolf because his balls were so big that they needed extra space), scratching his belly and holding the book still in his paw.
"Why, yes I do, bro," the cat replied with a little purr.
"So what is this one about?" Rooney glanced at the book.
"Hypnosis," Kane replied with a smile, "or more exactly, the art of animal magnetism, as explored by many furs of esoteric disposition, in the past...and even today..."
"Did you get this from a mail order catalogue or something?" the wolf chuckled. "Bet it was one of those "send 100 dollars to this address to receive your free trial" kind of things! It's all nonsense!"
The cheetah chuckled, briefly, before he snapped his fingers, loud enough to make the wolf's tall ears flick quickly, his eyes squinting a little in a natural response.
"Pomegranate."
"What?" Rooney frowned.
"Pomegranate."
"Maaan..."
"Pomegranate, pomegranate, pomegranate!" the cheetah chanted quickly in succession.
Snap!
The wolf's ears began to droop, and his eyes, previously frowning, relaxed, much like his body did, onto the leather couch, sitting upright, yes, but with his chin dipping a little, and his tail was still, slung on the floor. His muzzle was unmoving, and just a little open, so that Kane could see the tips of many appropriate named canines.
"No, Rooney, I did not buy it from a catalogue," the cheetah smirked to himself as he stepped closer, watching the now docile wolf with sparkling eyes, "no...and I'm really sorry you think that it's all total humbug...do you know why...?"
"No..." the wolf mumbled, speaking on a breathy voice very unlike his usual rumbling growl.
Kane chuckled a little, and plucked his finger against the wolf's nosepad, getting no reaction whatsoever. That was promising...very, very promising.
"I'm sorry you think so, because it makes you so predictable..." the slim cheetah slipped to sit onto an armrest of the couch, perched there quite comfortably and purring a little while he looked at the wolf, "...because you said that exactly same thing last Tuesday night when you came over and first saw that book...and I told you what it was...and then I snapped my fingers and said my chosen key word five times to put you in a state of trance..."
The wolf blinked, the first he had done so in over a minute, but there was no other reaction.
"...and I told you that from that point on, whenever you go to sleep, your mind will go back to that moment, when I told you, that very soon you will receive orders from me...and you will be doing exactly as I tell...and you will have no recollection whatsoever of me giving you those orders..."
The wolf let out a hissing noise, but remained still.
"Yes...yes, you see...this hypnosis is a powerful tool...for getting what I want...and I want a lot of things from you, Rooney...and you will give it to me...and you won't even know it..."
"Yes..."
"You won't remember a thing, but you will remember my commands..."
"Yes..."
"Good...now you listen very carefully, Rooney..." Kane slipped onto the couch and grabbed the wolf's muzzle, turning him to face him, even if he knew that the wolf wasn't really seeing him...he was deep in a receptive trance, and could only really concentrate on the cheetah's voice...the rest being a warm, soft, comforting haze.
"Yes..."
The cheetah couldn't help it, he kissed the wolf softly, with tongue, before he sat back, purring.
"From now on, I command you, whenever you hear your own name spoken, you will feel good...it will feel like someone squeezes down on your cock...a paw, a maw, an asshole...it will feel like a hot squeeze on your cock, whether you were aroused or not, and it will be just like those sensations I mentioned. It will feel like a hot, warm stroke along your dick. You will have no recollection of this command."
"Yes..."
"I will give you another command," Kane's own cock grew hard in his pants as he watched the wolf's dreamy expression, likely imagining pleasures to come.
Little did he know.
"Yeah..."
"Unzip your pants and take your cock...Rooney..."
"Aahhhhh!" the wolf moaned, suddenly, his body tensing.
"Rooney..."
"Uh...."
"Roooney..."
"Ahhhh...."
"Take out your cock."
The wolf's paws fumbled a little as he unzipped and took out the nine hard, thick, knotted inches, soon resting on his palm.
"That feels so good, doesn't it?" Kane whispered, pinching the tip of the wolf's cock.
"Yes..." the wolf groaned, the cheetah feeling how he throbbed, and began to leak.
"From this moment on, I command, that all touches on your cock, any touch of any kind, will feel as good as it ever does...whether you're touching it yourself, or someone else will...or you are having sex...Rooney..."
"Uhhm!" the wolf whimpered when another flash of pleasure coursed through his stiff member.
"But no matter how good it feels, how much you touch yourself, or how long you have sex, you cannot orgasm. You cannot orgasm unless it is I touching you. No other touch will bring you to an orgasm. No matter what you do, you will become more and more frustrated, and you will come for me, wanting me to have sex with you. You will not remember any of these commands being given, but you will feel all the things I tell you to feel, and you will be full of need to have me make you orgasm."
"Yes...yeah..."
"Good boy..." Kane murmured as he began to stroke the wolf's cock, as quick as he could, the wolf staying impassive but for a few whimpers...and soon, and very suddenly, a burst of white cum spurted out of his cock and covered the wolf's T-shirt in several large splotches of spooge.
"Hmmrmrmr..."
"Very good..." Kane purred, sampling the cum from the wolf's chest with a pad that he licked clean. "That was just for you...and now...when you wake up, you will think that I just gave you a blowjob, but I was naughty and made you shoot over yourself, but you think it's hot, so very hot."
"So hot..."
Kane snapped his fingers.
"Pomegranate, pomegranate, pomegranate, pomegranate, pomegranate!"
Snap!
The wolf's ears flicked, he blinked, and let out a deep, deep rumble.
"Maaan..." the wolf was suddenly panting, "that was wild!"
Kane grinned and licked his lips, and leaned over to give the wolf a suitably cum-flavored kiss.
"Thought you'd appreciate it...you looked a bit pent up..." the cheetah purred softly.
"Heheh, I guess I was," the wolf said lazily, though his muzzle soon twisted into a cocky grin, "I know you can't really get enough of this..."
The wolf grabbed his shaft and gave it a quick shake, as if to tease the cheetah, who licked his lips.
"Yes, yes I don't, Rooney..."
The wolf let out a rumble and rubbed his fingers quickly over his shaft, his tail flapping against the floor.
"Damn...I'm so sensitive...guess I really needed some, heh..."
"I think you did...Rooney..."
"Hmhphp!" the wolf breathed out.
"Let's get you cleaned up...Rooney..." Kane smirked as he leaned over the wolf, putting his paws on his shoulders.
"Hmmhmrmrr...yes, kitty...."