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It took Slate a long time to break through the mists of trance and become aware of his surroundings once again. When the familiar fuzziness began fading from his thoughts and they started moving at their usual – albeit somewhat slower – speed, the hyena rolled his neck on his shoulders and blinked a few times before turning to the alligator standing next to the couch where he’d been placed.

Slate wiped some drool off his chin and frowned.

“I’ve been smiling,” he noticed, a bit of a gasp in his statement.

Xavier snorted.

“How can you possibly know? You’ve been out of it all the way from the pub.”

“I just know, okay?” The hyena refrained from mentioning he’d rather focus on that instead of the gentle, phantom pressure between his legs. He hadn’t simply been smiling. There had been something else going on, as well. “So where are we?”

Xavier uncrossed his arms.

“I hypnotized someone to get into their flat.”

“What. Really?!”

“Of course not, dumbass. This is a hotel room.”

Slate looked around. Now that the alligator had mentioned it, he could see it clearly. The cold, impersonal furniture all around them and the scarce decoration made it so obvious that he had no idea how he hadn’t noticed before. Hypnosis will do that to you, he thought. That was a bit of a weak excuse, however.

“So what happened?”

“You got a bit too excited for our own good. And I don’t want to get arrested for public indecency or something like that.”

“Hmm? Well, perhaps you could hypnotize the cops into letting us go.”

“Perhaps I could.”

“Would that work?”

“Hypnotizing the police? Really?”

“I don’t know. I’m just asking questions. You’re the expert.”

Xavier chuckled softly and shook his head.

“Perhaps I’ll have to try someday, if you keep putting us in these situations.”

It was Slate’s turn to snort in order to hide the blush in his cheeks. He’d tried to alter the course of their conversation so that his erection wouldn’t be the main topic, but somewhere in the middle of it Xavier seemed to have noticed and put them back in track.

“Hey, I’m not the one who hypnotized myself,” he argued.

“Hmm. Quite an interesting statement. Lots of possible answers to that, you know?”

“Oh, yeah?”

Slate knew what was going on. They’d been playing that game for a while and now they were at it again – both unbearably horny, but unwilling to be the ones taking the first step to resolution, yet willing to tease the other until one of them gave in. Xavier usually had the upper hand at that, but Slate didn’t want to give in so easily… although he did, which was kind of the main reason why they were there.

Xavier probably knew where that was going as well. He’d always been good at reading the hyena’s mind. Sometimes Slate wondered if he’d trained for that or it was just a natural ability he’d been born with, but he had the feeling that he was always one step ahead. As the alligator adjusted his pants, Slate fought the urge to give him a shrewd smile. Oh, he knows.

“Yes. I could tell you that all hypnosis is self-hypnosis, really – but I don’t think that’s the part of it that turns you on the most, so perhaps I should focus my words to achieve an entirely different goal. Maybe I should go over those things that make your toes curl and your heart rush and your cheeks blush and your pants tent. You know, the words that shake you to the core and turn you into a huffy, drooly, good obedient boy.”

“That’s…” Slate took a deep breath. The alligator really knew how to fluster him. “That’s a lot of adjectives.”

“Oh, there’s more where those came from, believe me.”

“I believe you.”

“You do? How unexpected.” There was a big grin on Xavier’s face as he approached the hyena and placed a hand on his shoulder. Slate felt the weight of that hand and gulped. “You’re usually so busy trying to fight back I don’t get to see you agreeing too often.”

“That’s… not true.”

The alligator’s eyes gleamed. He was enjoying that.

“Oh? Why do you think it isn’t true? Do you find yourself more agreeable than usual when I’m around, Slate?”

The hyena felt the words he wanted to say twisting into a knot inside his throat as whatever remained of his pride bubbled like magma and created a weak, extremely conscious barrier.

“S… shut up.”

“Theeeere it is! Our grumpy boy is back in action.”

Slate mumbled something under his breath. Xavier’s grin grew wider. He could have probably asked the hyena to repeat that out loud, but he didn’t. He must have known what he’d said.

“So, are you ready to be hypnotized again?”

“You know I am.” The hyena’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Good.” Xavier’s face moved slightly closer to the hyena’s. Slate gulped, feeling those orange eyes piercing straight into his soul. His heart skipped a beat and a weird feeling of dizziness took over his aroused mind. Then, the alligator’s eyes narrowed a bit. “Do you want me to put you under again?”

Slate held his gaze, confused.

“I… I did just say that. What do you…” The sentence trailed off as his mind rushed to an unlikely conclusion. “Oh. Wait, you didn’t just…”

“Yeaaaah?”

“Stop teasing me! There’s no way you’ve just put me under. It doesn’t work like that, and I’m not that easy to…”

He never got to finish that sentence. The next thing he knew, Xavier was a few steps further from him, his broad back resting on the wall of the room. He was making something flashy spin on his claw and it was drawing ample golden circles in the air. It took Slate a few seconds to recognize it as the alligator’s signature pocketwatch.

The implications made him squirm in the couch, the bulge between his legs throbbing helplessly.

“You were saying?” the alligator asked, a devilish smirk on his face.

“I… Hmph. You…”

“You’d be amazed by how easy it is to put you back under these days,” Xavier said, a teasing grin on his face and a playful look in his orange eyes. “You’re making a habit of going surprisingly deep whenever I ask you to. By now, it must be your second nature.”

Slate looked down and took a deep breath in. His cheeks were burning and the growing desire to let the alligator do as he pleased with him was getting too strong to be ignored. Xavier noticed he was thinking about something.

“Yes? Is there something on your mind, against all odds?”

“Nothing.” Slate cleared his throat, embarrassed. “I just like it when you… fuck my brain like this.”

Xavier chuckled. He moved away from the wall and the pocketwatch stopped spinning, coming to a slow, steady sway. Slate’s eyes were immediately drawn to the rhythmic movement, trained as they were to follow it. The heavy fog that had been setting on his mind for the past few minutes grew thicker, opaque. His thoughts began to spill over like water in a strainer. His body sank in the couch.

“Let me show you how many more things I can fuck,” the alligator growled before everything turned to black.

This time, Slate was allowed to feel it. He was allowed to remember the sudden disconnection, the utter emptiness his brain was plunged into. He was out like a candle, a total sensation of void and compliance and automation filling everything as he listened to words his brain didn’t understand, but registered. He had no idea whether his eyes were still open or closed, whether he was staring at the pocketwatch or his eyes had closed all the way down.

He was very far from there. As if he was part of the audience watching a stage show, the hyena had a general idea of what his body was being made to do, what it was being made to feel – but he was too captivated by the spectacle to rationalize it, to think about it. On autopilot, watching as words and commands and feelings fell into place and his body and mind simply responded to every single piece of hypnotic, submissive pleasure.

Slate only regained some awareness when he was allowed to – Xavier’s deep voice breaking through the empty room that was his mind and beckoning him closer to reality with a firm, unquestionable command. The hyena opened his eyes… either that or his brain started registering what he was seeing once again.

He was kneeling in front of Xavier and the alligator was naked. Slate’s muzzle was buried right under the hypnotist’s scaly balls, drool dripping all the way down from the corner of his mouth to the floor. The hyena’s awareness had returned, but he was soon to note that his agency hadn’t – absolute compliance and bulletproof obedience still filled the space his erased resistance had left inside him. He was allowed to see what was going on, but his mind still belonged inside Xavier’s strong, firm grip. And a sentence echoed in his mind like someone had been going over it just a few seconds earlier.

I’m a blank Slate. I’m a blank Slate.

The hyena’s eyeballs rolled up and looked into the alligator’s authoritative gaze, waiting for instructions.

“That’s what I thought,” Xavier said in a baritone. “Now, be a good boy and worship.”

A snap pierced through the silence left after the last sentence and Slate felt it course through his spine like an electric shock. Words came to his mouth, prompted automatically – just like an instinctive response, uttered in a soft, submissive whisper.

“Yes, Sir.”

Slate’s muzzle moved down the alligator’s inner thigh, planting a few kisses here and there as he felt those slightly less hard scales under his lips. Then, he tilted his head up again and the string of kisses and licks moved closer to Xavier’s groin again. The alligator let out a pleasured, slightly muffled moan and placed a firm hand between Slate’s ears, guiding the hyena’s head to its fated destination.

Slate didn’t need a hand to guide him, but appreciated the dominant gesture. His tongue drew an arc and finished with a kiss right in Xavier’s balls, which he kissed several times before moving to the gator’s hard, throbbing cock.

“So eager,” the alligator huffed. “Alright, then. Suck.”

The hyena put his long muzzle around the hot, scaly member and pushed it deep into his mouth. His tongue caressed Xavier’s sensitive shaft as the alligator showed how he enjoyed the attention with a pleased groan. Slate basked in the taste and firmness of the hypnotist’s cock as he began bobbing his head up and down, making sure not to gag. Xavier’s hand on his head gripped him a bit tighter as he did.

“That’s… ah… that’s a good boy.”

Slate felt prompted to answer that with a “thanks, Sir”, but there were more pressing matters at the moment and several different ways to please the alligator that held his mind in his grip. His tongue wrapped around Xavier’s cock and the hyena kept going with the rhythmical motion, up and down, making sure to give the alligator a good time – no, there was no other possibility than giving the alligator a good time, as he’d been programmed to do it. Even in the depths of his mindless trance, that idea filled Slate with irresistible arousal.

He noticed the alligator was getting closer to orgasm when those moans became more frequent and his knees shook with pleasure and abandon. The grip around the hyena’s head was getting tighter now, claws threateningly sinking into his scalp. Xavier was pushing his head up and down as he thrust his eager length deeper into the hyena’s muzzle over and over, Slate finding it hard not to gag on his massive shaft.

“F… fuck…”

The alligator was enjoying himself a lot, judging by how wild and erratic his movements had become in the past few seconds.

Then, after a deep, unrestrained thrust, Xavier let out a louder moan and unloaded his seed in Slate’s muzzle. The hyena licked and swallowed everything, making sure to caress the alligator’s cock with his tongue a few more times as it throbbed, caught in the pleasant tingle of the afterglow. After a few more seconds, he pulled his muzzle away from Xavier’s length – a thin thread of cum or drool tying them together for an instant. He looked up, trying to catch his breath, as the alligator did the exact same thing.

It was then when Slate noticed that the blowjob had worked for pushing him slightly out of the trance. He felt himself slightly more aware than before – like a bubble keeping him confined had burst and now he suddenly found himself in real life. His submission and deference to the alligator was still there, but by then Slate wasn’t entirely sure whether that was caused by hypnosis or the steamy sex, or if there was a difference between both things, or if the same sensation could be applied to both.

He remained on his knees until Xavier looked at him and gave him a pleased smile.

“All good?”

The hyena nodded, a shy smile on his face. The alligator seemed relieved and made a motion with his claw.

“Stand up, then.”

Slate did as he was told, perhaps mostly because that was what he’d been doing for the past few minutes. His knees shook a bit after having sustained the weight of his body for such a long time.

“Look into my eyes for a second.”

Slate stared. Deep orange. And then…

“Sleep.”

… a snap. Back into that empty place. Floating adrift in the abyss, sinking deeper and deeper into the void. He barely registered Xavier’s arms keeping him in place as his body gave in completely. Darkness.

The alligator stroked the hyena’s head as he smiled. He was getting used to those encounters by now, but he still surprised him how much of a good, obedient boy Slate was. Given the grumpy, defiant persona the hyena had tried to uphold for so long, Xavier had assumed something like that must have been lying underneath – but the sheer submission, compliance and willingness to let suggestions stick to his mind still surprised the alligator time and time again. He’d had sessions like that with a few people, but these were turning out to be particularly enjoyable.

He’d have to thank Slate for that later. The hyena had a tendency to undermine the value of that submissive, agreeable side of his.

Xavier shook his head. The only problem is I need to start making some research and brainstorming new ideas, the alligator thought, still holding Slate in his arms. At this rate, I’m going to run out of tricks to put this good boy under sooner than I’d like.