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This story contains M/M sex between an intersex male and multiple other males, and is day #16's entry for Kinktober. Today's kink is Hypnosis, and comes to you thanks to Teake! :3

A Night to Remember

After a couple of drinks at a local pub with some friends, Teake was strolling home. With his hands in the pockets of his jeans and his jacket keeping out the cool autumn night's rather brisk breeze, he wasn't in much of a rush. The impala had the sort of pleasant, gentle buzz that came from just the right amount of booze, not a drop too little or too much, and he was smiling as he wandered through town, listening to snippets of conversation between others out enjoying the night-life. Indeed he was still smiling when a large figure seemed to step out of nowhere onto the path in front of him, giving a polite chuckle and an apology even though he was the one whose progress had been impeded. He didn't want trouble. He didn't want to make a fuss. He just wanted to enjoy the walk home, and a pleasant end to this thoroughly pleasant night.

"Oops, sorry about that..."

He tried to step around the rather large, looming individual standing before him, but as he stepped to the left, the other figure matched his movement. He stepped right, and the shadowy form did likewise. It was only when Teake properly lifted his eyes that he realised the issue. It wasn't that they were both trying to let the other pass, quite the opposite. The toothily grinning face of the wolf that met Teake's curious gaze bore eyes that shone not only with malice, but which literally shone too with a pale green glow. The merest beginnings of a strained, nervous cry escaped Teake, but before it could come to anything that green glow grew brighter, deeper, and flashed with a violent radiance which struck the impala dumb. The wolf snarled with delight as Teake's body seemed to sag slightly in blank relaxation, and spoke to the lithe antelope with words that bore the same impossible charm to them as his eyes.

"You were walking to wherever you were going, when you ran into an old friend. You know the one. That one friend you haven't spoken to for years, but keep meaning to catch up with even though you never do."

Teake's blank expression turned into a smile. One of warmth, of familiarity. He chuckled softly. The wolf grinned.

"You went into a bar with them to catch up. You were so excited to see them that you forgot all about texting anyone who might miss you. When you get home tomorrow morning, you'll apologise. You'll be truly, deeply guilty for making anyone worry. Won't you?"

With another bright flash of the wolf's eyes, the impala's own hues began to glow that same light, ethereal green. He nodded, bowing his head with penitent and apologetic shame.

"Y-yes. I'm so sorry..."

One strong, claw-tipped finger lifted the antelope's head back up to meet the wolf's gaze, and the powerful male growled as he shook his head.

"Not now you're not. That's what you'll tell others. That's tomorrow's truth. Right now? I want you to do something else for me. To feel something else, to help me and my friends have some fun. So, don't be sorry. Be horny. Be so fucking horny that no matter what we do to you, you won't be able to help but beg for more. So horny that no matter what I tell you, you'll not just believe it... you'll live it, so long as you're getting fucked good and hard."

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Teake giggled and squirmed as two buff men teased the antelope's lithe frame out of the one-piece bikini he'd been wearing, laying him out across the breadth of a hammock strung perfectly between two palm trees. One of them, a buff zebra, began to fuck his already dripping wet pussy, while Teake eagerly began to gurgle and moan in pleasure as he took the cock of the wolf standing before him into his muzzle. The warm sunlight bathed his body, and the gentle rippling of waves against the shoreline close by was the perfect soothing compliment to hands upon his horns and his hips, holding him, pulling him back and forth between them in their efforts to pleasure themselves and him all the more urgently. His hoofed feet kicked out in the air with joy. His eyes bulged, and he gave a wet, muffled wail around the muzzleful of canid cock in his maw as he began to cum in that tropical paradise.

A moment later, Teake was in a spa. Kneeling in a balmy hot steam room, straddling a grinning wolf and humping the muscular male with rampant desire as five or six other men cast their towels aside and began to jerk themselves off in a semicircle around his upturned, flushed and gasping face. He wailed happily as each of the men took turns to rub and slap their cocks against his open maw and wide eyed, giddy face. He begged for their cum to coat him. To spray out all over him. He gave a giddy shriek as he felt the wolf's knot stretching him wide open, and hot cum pouring into his own clutching, squirting pussy. It was so good. It was incredible. But still he wanted more. Still he needed more.

Teake sat on the lap of a snarling tiger, the powerful feline's figure clad in a gorgeous dark blue suit, all except his crotch, which had been unbelted, unzipped and exposed so that the impala could ride it as they sat behind the businessman's desk. They looked out over a cityscape through his skyscraper's office window, Teake bouncing wildly up and down upon the male's thick cock as he revelled in the view. Soon he was pressed up against the glass, being held aloft and pressed face first against the window as he was pounded mercilessly. He screamed and drummed on the window's flawlessly polished surface with balled up fists, and his eyes rolled in unabashed ecstasy as on the far side of the street, in another high rise office building, countless figures pointed and stared at him.

In a nightclub filled with pounding music, the antelope was passed back and forth like a magnum of champagne in the VIP suite. His holes were filled by cocks, fingers and tongues alike. Men fought over him, coming to blows only to realise that while they'd fought, a third male had begun to fuck the prize they were each seeking to claim for themselves. Between gulping down hot loads of cum and screaming in multi-orgasmic rapture Teake could barely manage to beg the men not to fight, to promise them that he would fuck them all. That he would ride them over and over and over again. They didn't need to worry about him running out of steam. It wasn't possible. They could take turns with him forever if they wanted. In actual fact, it wasn't simply a matter of whether they wanted to or not. Teake needed them to.

One after the other, no transition, no reasoning, nothing to link each one to the next, Teake was carried to fantasies the likes of which he had never imagined before. Yet in those moments, they weren't mere fantasies. They were happening. He was living them, and the amount of sense they made was wholly irrelevant to how incredible they were making him feel.

On that autumn night, in the same alleyway from which the wolf had emerged to claim another warm body for himself and his friends to enjoy, Teake gurgled and whined with joy as he was passed back and forth between six different men. Most of them said little beyond grunts of pleasure and the occasional passing snarl of dirty talk...

"A-aahh god, yeah. The slut's squirting again. Fuck. Fuck , his cunt's tight..."

...but each time Teake's trembling, cum-stained and pleasure stricken body was passed to the wolf, their eyes would meet and a fresh world would be brought to life within the impala's hypnotically charmed mind.

"You're on a big boat, sailing the Caribbean. Show the captain and crew how grateful you are for their service, like the sweet little slut they all know you are..."

Teake may have been on his knees, feverishly fingering his own pussy and soaking the alley's grimy concrete floor with hot gushes of his cum as he suckled on the wolf's cock and massaged the buff lupine's knot with both hands, but at the same time, he was making out with the captain of his very own yacht. He was grinding his bare pussy into the lion's uniform clad crotch as they smooched and made out in the captain's chair, while close by the rest of the bridge crew were already disrobing. Soon they would tear him away from the captain, and start fucking him from all sides, in every hole, just long enough for the lion to tear off his own clothes. Then he would fling himself back into the captain's strong arms, and plunge his pussy down around that thick, barbed cock. And then...

The wolf grunted in satisfaction as once again he began to cum, pumping hot streaks of his seed down Teake's throat and out over the impala's flushed face as he pulled back to admire his handiwork. Open mouthed, eyes glassy and still glowing a far more gentle shade of the green with which his own hues blazed, the antelope gurgled and whimpered with joy. He stared mindlessly up at the man coating his face with streaks of cum, and moaned hungrily for more.

Licking his lips, the wolf wondered what his friends were going to do to the impala next. How they were going to make use of that tight ass. That hot muzzle. That sweet, soaking wet, wonderfully unexpected pussy of which they had all already made such good use. He grinned as he saw a couple of them approaching, one grabbing at Teake's head and stuffing his erection down the needy twink's throat even as the other hoisted the impala's midsection up and towards his own aching cock.

For him, and for all of the wolf's friends this was going to be a night to remember, even amongst the long list of fun, fucking fuelled evenings they'd shared thanks to his gift.

They'd all recall this night fondly for a long time to come, except for Teake himself, of course. The impala would have the memories that the wolf gave him. Of a pleasant but unremarkable night with an old friend. Some drinks, some banter, but little of note in that regard. As far as the more fun aspects of tonight were concerned, all Teake would have were the dreams.

The dreams of those fantasies that he was living with such visceral joy right now. Soon to be buried deep in his subconscious. Inaccessible while awake, but from which he would awaken in the days and weeks to come. Screaming, cumming in mindless pleasure from dreams he could not recall, and fantasies that seemed impossible, and yet ones that his sleeping mind would tell his body were every bit as real as they felt right now.

Grinning as he watched the impala writhe, and wail, and cum for his friends, the wolf's glowing eyes blazed brighter in the darkness.

Yes, this was going to be a night to remember. But for him, for his friends, and for Teake most of all, it wasn't even close to over yet.

By Jeeves

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