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Smoking Dick for Sanmer by Draconicon

Seth knew that things were going to go bad as soon as the door shut in the classroom. The sound of hoofbeats only made it worse, narrowing it down to a total of four possible tormentors. The hiss of smoke brought that down to one.

"Rodney."

He turned slowly, the rat looking up at the school's fastest football player. The lines of smoke around the horse's head did little to disguise the look of distaste on the equine's face, and Seth bit off a sarcastic question for him. Fanning the air as much as he dared, he took a deep breath and met the horse's eyes.

"Looking for some tutoring help again?"

"Hardly, loser. Coach is riding me again about the smoking."

"It is an issue, you know."

"Not my fucking problem. Or it wouldn't be if he wasn't threatening to kick me off the damn team."

About time. He was sick of seeing the horse get away with the equivalent of murder on the school's laws. Apparently celebrity status among half of the student population didn't work as a TOTAL get out of jail free card.

He leaned back against a desk.

"So, what's that to do with me?"

"James told me you do hypnosis. Helped him quit that...green habit."

"I helped him stop smoking weed, yes."

"Do the same thing for me."

"And what happens if I do?"

"You don't get rammed inside of your locker every day for a few weeks."

"Yeah, I don't think -"

"And if you don't, I throw you out the window now."

Seth looked over his shoulder at the nearest window. It wasn't that much of a deadly fall; they might have been on the second floor, but there was a dumpster down there. Then again, Rodney might not be smart enough to aim for the dumpster. The rat turned around again, slowly nodding his head.

"Fine. Take a seat."

"Why?"

"It works better when you're sitting down or relaxed. Now are you going to work with me or not?"

Rodney glared at him, but finally sat down. To the rat's annoyance, the horse put out the cigarette using his backpack, but Seth put the thought out of his head. He needed to avoid getting thrown out of the window, after all. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pocket-watch and let it dangle down, holding it in front of him and slowly letting it spin.

"Just keep your eyes on the -"

"Ain't that thing supposed to be swaying?"

"Contrary to popular belief, no. Now keep your eyes on the watch, and just let yourself relax. Relax, and listen to my words."

The slight rotation of the watch was better for hypnosis, because it meant that the eyes could just focus rather than have to sway from side to side so much. It was one thing with a slow pendulum, but nothing moved that slow realistically. He positioned it perfectly, so that the watch had a slow sliding shine along the side to keep the horse watching, but nothing that would reflect painfully into his eyes. Rodney was already staring at it, which was a good sign; usually it took a bit longer to get that focus.

"That's it. It's not that hard to look at a shining pocketwatch, is it? So simple, so easy to keep watching the watch. So easy to let other things drift away while you watch the watch, so simple to let your body relax. Let your body relax as you follow the shiny spot around the spinning watch. It's so simple, so easy, and it feels so good to just let it go and do this easy little thing.

"That's it. Just let yourself drift. Let yourself drift off as you watch the watch. Watch the watch as it turns, following the shiny spot. It's so simple, so easy, that you can just relax more and more, because it isn't hard to do. It's so easy to let your brain empty as you watch the watch, so simple to let your thoughts go blank as the watch turns."

It was working surprisingly quickly. Either the jock was as brainless as he looked, or he was just desperate enough to throw himself fully into the hypnosis. It was like watching someone descend into utter oblivion of thought...and it was a rather nice feeling.

Seth hid his smile behind the watch, lowering his head so that he could look the horse right in the eye. The look of trance was almost there. The same blank, open look that he'd seen on another horse, and on an orca on the school sports teams would soon be writ large on the big horse's face.

"That's it. Just drifting down. Drifting away. Everything is fading away except the watch and my words. Everything, everything else, fading away, drifting away, except for the slowly turning watch, and my words. Nothing else matters. Nothing else can intrude. It's just the spinning watch, and my words."

He let the command settle for a moment, watching as the stallion's eyes closed to little more than slits. It was quite the powerful trance, it seemed. Rodney hadn't said a thing all the way through it, which was a relief. The smoker never seemed able to shut up.

When he saw the familiar look, he smiled, nodding to himself. Now the fun part began.

"Smoking has been your habit for so long, hasn't it? So easy to lose yourself in it, so easy to light one up and put it between your lips. Puffing, sucking down smoke and slowly breathing it out again. It's been your relaxation, your hobby, for years, and it is so familiar to you that you don't want to give it up.

"So you won't give up a habit. You'll switch smoking for something else. You won't have to stop sucking and puffing. You won't have to give up the feeling of something hot between your lips. You won't have to give up the feeling of sucking something down into you. It will all still be there, just in a different less harmful form.

"From now on, whenever you have the urge to smoke, you won't light up. Instead, you will find a private place. You will take off your pants, and you will get yourself hard. And then, instead of smoking, you will suck yourself off. The taste and feel of your cock between your lips will satisfy you more than any cigarette ever did, and you won't want to stop until you blow your load down your throat. Even then, you'll feel the need to swallow, filling your stomach with cum instead of your lungs with smoke."

The horse slowly nodded, and Seth froze at the nod. He didn't want to break the trance now, and if the horse was breaking free, he needed to reinforce the trance. He waited, looking for any signs of the trance weakening.

Thankfully, there were none. The horse just settled back to watching the watch. Seth sighed in relief.

Must have just been a reflex.

"It will feel so relaxing for you to suck yourself off, but you won't be able to finish getting that high unless you do one more thing. From the point you take your cock out to the point you cum, you have to record it. You will never be able to finish or even get hard without taking out your phone and filming it as you go through it.

"And then, when you're done, you will have the urge to send it. But to who? You know who. You will send it to me after every session, so your friend, your wonderful friend, will have a copy of the video of you having such fun. You won't have that feeling of wonderful closure, that soothing high, until you send the video. And you will want that high so much that you won't be able to resist it.

"And when you're done, you will forget about sending your video to me, and only remember the wonderful feeling of getting your high without smoking, and you will feel satisfied with yourself. The video won't remind you; it will be gone from your phone. All that will be left will be the wonderful feeling of not smoking, and feeling completely fine, as if you'd never needed to smoke at all."

The horse nodded again, but this time the rat wasn't bothered. It was an unconscious nod, nothing else. It was probably just the instructions settling in and getting into his mind. Nothing to be worried about. Nothing to be concerned about.

He reached out and touched the watch, slowly sending it spinning the other direction.

"Remember the commands in the back of your mind. You won't remember them consciously, but only when the need to smoke is on you. Then, and only then, you will remember them, and forget them again as soon as you are finished and have sent me the video. Do you understand?"

"...y...yes...."

"Good. Now, I'm going to count down from five to one. With each number, you will be closer and closer to waking up, closer and closer to your normal mind. The only difference will be that you will have a command for you, only to activate when you need to smoke. Now listen, and follow the watch back."

"5.

"4.

"3.

"2.

"1. And awaken."

The rat sat back as the horse snorted, Rodney shaking his head a few times as he woke up. He looked back and forth a bit before setting his eyes on the rat again, and pointed his finger at him.

"This...this never happened."

"Of course not."

"Good. Now, I gotta...gotta do something."

Seth didn't miss the bulge growing in Rodney's pants as the horse ran off, but he didn't say anything. He just reclined as far as his chair would let him, and placed his phone down on the desk. Now all he had to do was wait.

It took less time than he expected. Four minutes later, the phone buzzed, and Rodney's video was there, as expected. Seth smiled, fondling himself as he started it playing.

"This is going to be a wealth of material..."

The End