Hypnovember - Day 9: Repetition
#50 of Hypnosis
Sometimes a simple word can have multiple meanings.
"Deeper."
The iguana hissed out the word, with a flick of his tongue punctuating the end of the word. He tightened his grip on the leash he held in one hand, winding it once more around his wrist so the wolf on the other end was drawn closer. While the iguana's gaze was sharp and piercing, almost unblinking, the wolf had trouble focusing. His head lolled from side to side, and his large watery eyes blinked lazily.
"Deeper."
The wolf took a deep breath and relaxed further. He swayed on his feet and the iguana wound the leash tighter.
"Deeper."
Another tug of the leash and the wolf was pressed up against the iguana, leaning forward slightly to balance his weight. The fur of his naked chest ran against the scales of his boyfriend. His mouth fell open and his tongue lolled out at memories of cuddling.
"Deeper."
The iguana repeated the word in a hiss into the wolf's ear. Finally, the wolf's eyes fell shut and his breathing grew even, down in the depths of trance.
"Heavier."
The wolf's brow furrowed at the change in instruction. But then it relaxed into placid contentment against his face. His knees wobbled slightly. He did feel heavier.
"Heavier."
The iguana had to shift from holding the leash tightly to holding the wolf tightly, as the other male had started to slump.
"Heavier."
The iguana hissed in his lover's ear, guiding him down slowly to his knees.
"Heavier."
The wolf sunk harder into the ground, weight back on his ankles. His hands hung limp at his side and his head tilted forward, his muzzle almost tapping his chest.
"Good. Eyes open."
The wolf opened his eyes. The iguana's hand lifted his muzzle until he was staring straight ahead, right at his boyfriend's throbbing shaft. He could barely see it around the curve of his muzzle, but even with his head as empty as it was, it still made him smile. He could almost taste it against his lips.
"Deeper."
Unthinking, the wolf's mouth opened and he slid his lips over the head of the lizard shaft. The iguana hissed in delight. The taste on the wolf's tongue was rich and salty.
"Deeper."
The wolf slid an inch further over the length. The tip of his tongue moved lazily against it.
"Deeper."
The wolf pushed forward until he was roughly halfway along the iguana's shaft.
"Deeper."
The words were repeated more insistently as the iguana groaned in pleasure. The wolf pushed forward until he could feel the tip of the cock tickling at his throat. It was as deep as he had ever taken it before.
"Deeper."
The wolf didn't move. He was as deep as he could go.
"Deeper."
There was a hand on the back of his head, it pushed him insistently forward. He could feel that enormous shaft pushing its way in. His body shivered.
"Deeper."
Thoughts were pushed out of the way by the shaft's advance. Only one weak idea he held on to at the bottom of his mind: I'm going to do it. Finally, I'm going to do it.
"Deeper."
The hand was insistent. And the wolf was so relaxed and so heavy and so blank. He pushed forward, relaxing and letting the shaft slip in until he was deep-throating the whole length. His nose touched scales. But he was too blank and too empty and too deep to recognize fully what he had accomplished.
"That's a good boy."