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[b][u][center]Moaning in Space

For Heru

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“So, you’re feeling pressured by the other guys, huh?”

“Well, kind of. I mean, I don’t know how, but it feels like I’m the only straight guy on this mission.”

[i]Heh, if only you knew.[/i] Samson stifled his chuckle, knowing that it would it only disturb his patient, and turned back to his notebook. The human was the therapist for this mission to Mars for a reason, after all, and it wasn’t just because the people back at home liked his hypnosis skills.

He flicked through some of the notes he had from Bert’s request to see him, or rather, the administration’s request for Bert to see him. The fox was a bit of a troublemaker, though much less than the species’ average back on earth, but the main thing was that he didn’t get involved in the ship-wide sexual antics during their weekly get-togethers, preferring to stay off to the side and keep to himself.

Which, admittedly, was a problem. There were no females on the mission – something about a protest back on earth and the government’s decision to launch them despite that, filling the gaps with other males – and without the unity of the whole colony-to-be on the sexual matter, there could be gaps and people questioning why they needed to be part of the whole ‘stress relief’ plan.

“Tell me a little more about the pressure you’re under, then. I’d like to understand it more, Bert.”

“Well, you see…”

As the fox started going on about how his bunkmate kept trying to jerk him off in his sleep, and the times where other people kept flashing their asses at him in the shower, Samson surreptitiously reached down to a small switch built into his chair. As soon as he flicked it, the fox paused, blinking a few times.

“Did you hear something?”

“I don’t think so. Did you?”

“It sounded…nevermind.”

“You were saying about the showers?”

“Yes…No matter how much I keep telling people that I’m straight, I always get at least three offers to fuck someone in the showers. I mean, seriously, I-I’m flattered, but I’m a straight guy. I’m happy to deal with my hand until someone sends us some females again. It’s gonna suck, yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“But I can deal with it.”

Despite the difficulties, the human couldn’t help but smile a little behind his notepad. It was like the perfect fantasy. Most of the crew were already very eager to play around with one another, but this one…ooh, this one would be fun. It was the ultimate in terms of getting a straight guy and turning him gay with a good experience.

All he had to do was wait for the machine to open him up a little bit more. It was already working, he could tell that much. The fox’s legs had spread a bit, starting to show off the bulge of his sheath and the thick, heavy balls that he probably hadn’t had the opportunity to empty in a while. The jumpsuits that they all wore had a lot of revealing features like that, Samson knew; his own was no exception, though he kept himself more modest for the ‘comfort’ of his patients.

He leaned back a little bit, crossing his legs and laying his notepad down.

“May I ask a couple of questions?”

“Sure.”

“Why does it bother you?”

“Huh?”

“Well, you said that you’re flattered about the offers from other males. It’s not like people tend to offer their asses to just anyone, right?”

“Well…yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“And isn’t it true that it’s so very hard to get a female to offer you her ass? I mean, not that I can really say that I relate –”

“Considering how I saw you fucking that mouse’s ass yesterday, I kinda figured.”

“But you are being offered something that no straight man would normally turn down. You aren’t asked to suck on someone’s cock, you’re not asked to give your ass to someone else. Are you afraid of something?”

“Well…Kind of…”

He shuffled around, and Samson resisted the urge to ask anything else. Instead, he cocked his head to the side, putting his hand underneath his chin. A subtle signal, but one that most people picked up on; he was shutting himself up, and simply listening, giving the freedom to talk without being judged.

At least, that’s what people usually thought when they saw it, and Bert seemed no different.

“I just…what if I start liking it too much? What if I start liking fucking guys, and when the females come, I don’t want that anymore? Hell, what if I start, and then they want to make me give them the stuff that they’re giving me?”

“Which one scares you more, Bert?”

“I…I don’t know. The second one, I think. I mean, doesn’t a cock up your ass hurt? That’s what all the ladies say.”

“Well, that’s true enough. But there are some things that men have that the ladies don’t, and it does give us a bit of an advantage.”

“Heh, can’t be that good.”

[i]You’d be sur-[/i]

“What are they?”

Samson hid his expression of surprise behind a considered expression. He hadn’t quite thought that the fox would be as interested as that so quickly, but then again, the machine affected some people faster than others. The hyper-sonic soundwaves would rearrange thoughts depending on how clearly people heard them, after all, and foxes did seem to have keen hearing.

He leaned back, thinking a bit.

“Tell me, how much biology and basic health did you study back on earth?”

“Not much. Was more interested in the mechanical stuff, to be honest.”

“Ah, that’d explain it. You see…”

He decided to bend the truth a bit, considering that the machine had the fox interested already. And besides, it wasn’t like they had a connection back to earth where they could check the information. Samson smiled.

“You see, men have two ways that they can go as they mature. Some men, like me, tend to develop massively in the crotch.”

The human gestured down to his groin, slightly opening his legs. The jumpsuit cupped him rather well, showing off his endowment, which he would put up against most of the canine members of the crew – though not the equines – in terms of size. It didn’t take long for Bert to glance down, and he lingered a little longer than he had in the past before looking away.

Good.

“Men who develop here tend to have a great deal of advantages with other men, and – occasionally – with women. There’s a smell that we tend to put off, as well as certain extra advantages. More testosterone, more power, more general manliness, that tends to attract other people and get others to follow orders. It’s the power of cock, really.”

“Hmmph. I’ve never seen something like that.”

“Oh no? Tell me, have you ever been at a workplace and seen a horse, or a bull, or one of the big guys ordering people around, and everyone following that order?”

“Yeah, well, that’s because they’re huge and muscular. They could kick anyone’s ass if they weren’t getting listened to.”

“Really? Come on, be honest with yourself. Haven’t you seen so many of them that were floppy, that were fat, that were so out of shape that they could have been beaten down by someone like me? Yo know there’s always managers that have gone to seed that way, someone that is a bit on the weak and floppy side…”

He saw that the fox was honestly thinking about it, and he couldn’t believe how far he was actually making this stretch. Admittedly, the part about some men developing more than others in terms of their manhoods was true, but the rest was psychological bull. Then again, it made for a nice fantasy. If he could get the fox to believe it…

Bert slowly nodded.

“I guess. I mean, there was that orca that used to be a bodybuilder. Kept shouting at everyone, and we all hated him, but…yeah, we did what he said.”

“I’m going to bet that he wore tighter pants than someone with his build could get away with, and you could see [i]everything[/i] down there.”

“How –”

“That’s the power of cock, Bert. That’s the power that these things have over people, to put them into a submissive state of mind. To make them want to obey.”

He chuckled to himself, leaning down on one arm.

“I remember one time when I was with this mouse. He was getting all mouthy with me, trying to tell me how I was an idiot, that I wasted my money going to medical school, and all that. Then I stood up – I still wore a suit on earth, back then – and he saw how it clung to me. I started telling him what he needed to do to fix his life, and all of a sudden, he was amenable. He worked with me.

“Oh, he hated my guts, but he did what I said, and he got better.”

“You’re serious here.”

“Of course. I am bound by my oaths not to lie to people.”

[i]Chalk that one up on the lying board,[/i] he thought. But the fox was listening, and from the look on his face, the machine was doing its job.

He loved this particular technique when it came to convincing people that he was right, that he knew what was best for them. The typical methods of hypnosis were sufficient for some things, but they took so many sessions to set in properly, so many different attempts to make them work right.

With the machine, he was able to simply ramble, guiding the conversation here and there as the vibrations worked at a hyper-sonic range, rendering the brain mass rather malleable and letting his words, his ideas, reshape the very way of thinking that the other person had. Of course, it was reversible – as all things were – but it would require another machine and another session of rambling on.

It was working, too. He could see the fox’s face getting red, thinking of his past, and Samson knew that any boss that the fox had had would be remembered with a hell of a bulge, and perhaps even more of a ‘gay’ attitude than would be true. The human doubted that any of them were as hung as he was suggesting, but it wouldn’t hurt to get a good respect in for big sized cocks.

The fox shuffled back and forth, and Samson was happy to see that the big guy’s sheath was filling out as well. Not much, not enough to gauge his real size, but sufficiently to show that he was enjoying this more than he wanted to admit.

Bert grunted a few times, clearing his throat.

“You said…you said that men develop in two ways. If they don’t develop in the crotch, then –”

“Ah, right, yes. You see, just as there’s men that develop to be top dogs, turn into the big guy on the block, there needs to be guys that they can order around. Thus, the other guys develop in the rear.”

“…You…You mean…”

“Yes. These boys, the ones that don’t turn into big-dicked, commanding types, are the ass-bois. They get bigger in the rump, and they tend to get more submissive with their personalities as well. It’s like they can’t help themselves, that they need to be the ones that take orders, that they have to have direction.

“It’s quite common, actually. Some people write it off as an inferiority complex, but I don’t feel that’s right.”

“No?”

“Not at all. I feel that it’s simply the mind’s way of protecting itself. It know that it can’t actually do what the big men can do, so it turns the body to a purpose that it can actually accomplish. After all, why should you strain so hard for something that’s out of your reach? Why would you try and command people, try to be equal with those that are so much bigger, so much more authoritative, so much manlier than you? It’s much easier to submit.”

“Submit…”

The word came out almost as if in rapture, and Samson knew that he had his metaphorical claws deep in the fox by now. He chuckled, standing up and walking around the other male, standing behind his chair before laying his hands on the fox’s shoulders.

“Yes. Submission is the fate of the ass-bois. They can’t really give orders, now, can they? They never developed for it. Never got big enough to matter, never had the bursts of testosterone that would give them the confidence to do what they need. But they did get enough in another place. They did get the confidence to serve…

“Why do you think all the men are so able to offer you their asses, their mouths? They hope that they’ve found a big dog, a big man to play with, someone that can command them. But they are so disappointed with you, aren’t they?”

“I…they…”

Samson gently pulled the fox out of his seat, turning him around so that he faced the back of it. They were eye to eye, and he could see the shakiness there. Bert’s eyes were completely glazed over now, so very empty, so very blank after that much exposure to the machine. His brain was slowly reforming, taking in the ideas, making them fact for him.

The human just needed to drive it home.

Keeping Bert leaned against the seat, he walked back over to his own. Flicking the machine off and finally taking out his special earplugs, the human walked back to his patient. It didn’t take long to unzip the back of the fox’s jumpsuit, pulling the tail out of the way and running his fingers along Bert’s rump.

It wasn’t as big as some of the others, but it was soft and squishy in the best way, with all the hardness of a man that worked long hours and kept active. Samson chuckled, running his finger between the cheeks.

“You never were a big man. You were always an ass-boi.”

“Always…an ass-boi…”

“Never in charge…”

“Never in charge…”

“Fated to serve…”

“Fated to serve…”

[i]Heh, he’s so close now. Just one more thing to put in his mind, and he’ll be a little bottom for good.[/i]

“I told you that ass-bois develop differently. It’s not just in their submission, or the size of their butts that make it possible. They change in a big way…inside.”

As soon as he said the word ‘inside’, he thrust his finger in. Bert groaned, arching his back at the sudden penetration, only to gasp in pleasure as the human wiggled his finger over the fox’s prostate. It was a magic little button, particularly now, when someone was this deep into a trance.

“All men love to have this played with…but ass-bois find it to be the best thing ever. A few little nudges on this will have any ass-boi groaning, begging for a cock inside of them. That was what you were afraid of. You knew that you were an ass-boi. You knew that you had a little button that would break you, and show you what you really were.”

“Mmmph…yes…didn’t want…to be this...knew I was…”

“But now…you know what you really are, aren’t you? You don’t have to be afraid…you don’t have to worry. You’re not a straight man. You’re not afraid.”

“Not afraid…”

“What are you?”

“An…an ass-boi.”

“Right. A proud, happy, horny ass-boi.”

The words seemed to fill the fox with happiness, and he arched his back with a moan. He looked back slowly, and bent forward even further.

“Please…can you…can you let me…feel like a real ass-boi, and fuck me?”

“Soon, Bert.” He patted the fox on the ass. “Soon. First, how about you zip back up, and follow me? I have something to show you.”

Things had gone just as he had hoped. The fox had slipped into the rationale as easy as most of the other crewmen had, and now, he would be perfectly happy with the way that things were in the colony.

[i]I should have gotten him earlier, I guess, but who expects a fox to be straight?[/i] he thought as they walked along, shaking his head a few times. It was a common stereotype, and one that he shouldn’t have put that much faith in. By doing that, he’d almost ruined the fox’s time on the ship, and might have eventually exposed himself.

After all, it wasn’t like the government back on Earth [i]wanted[/i] an entirely gay colony, but with a master hypnotist like him as the psychiatrist – and the mandatory meetings that he had to have with everyone – it had only been a matter of time.

They walked down several main halls before coming to a great garden, a central part of the ship to simulate the life that they had on Earth. Samson stepped to the side, letting Bert join him, and let him see the surprise.

Everyone on the colony ship was there, and they were all naked, smiling up. The ‘captain’ of the ship bowed to the human, smiling.

“Master, is he ready?”

“As ready as ever, my friend. Now, go and show him where he belongs.”

“Yes, Master.”

Bert was pulled off to the side, surrounded by four big men – a doberman, two wolves, and a very well-hung panther – and pushed down to his knees. Samson sat down to watch, smiling as they started working him over, two tongues working over the fox’s eager asshole, digging into it, spreading it. The whole sight was pretty intense to watch, seeing them spread his hole with their tongues and then slide those wide, pink things inside.

One of the other fox crewmen, a slutty little man named James, slipped down between the human’s legs. He looked down at him with a smile, patting him on the head.

“Want to give Master a little bit of oral attention before I take your ass?”

“If I may, Master.”

“Go ahead.”

The warmth of an eager mouth enveloped his cock in seconds, and he groaned under his breath as he enjoyed the feeling. Up and down, up and down that mouth went, and he let himself drift a little bit.

It was so good to have a whole harem like this. Particularly when he could add a new one, like Bert. The fox was impaled by a thick wolf tongue while he worked over the cock of the panther, sucking on it like a pro. The fox was panting and gasping, and he knew that the boy would be a good little anal slut by the time that the day was over.

“Alright, mouth off. I want that ass now.”

James quickly pulled off, and the human turned his attention back to his more eager, loyal ass-boi. He leaned forward, rubbing a thumb over that puckering, eager hole, and gave it a small sniff.

“No other men yet today, hmm?”

“I was saving it for you, Master.”

“Good boy.”

The human smiled, leaning down to kiss that pucker, and give it a couple of licks – savoring the bitter, musky taste – before lining his cock up. He slid in easily, the velvety hole sucking his cock in up to the hilt in one go.

[i]Mmm, this is the life…[/i]

All around him, his ass-bois and big men were pairing off, some of the more endowed ones getting their cocks sucked in preparation for using their own mini-harems, and waiting for their turn to come to him. Samson was thankful, more than ever, for the wonders of modern medicine. Otherwise, he’d never have the stamina to keep up with so many men.

Of course, it helped that all of them were under hypno-triggers to cum after only a few minutes of ass-fucking, too. That way, he could take his time and enjoy them all, leaving them exhausted.

Just as he was doing to James. The fox spasmed under him, cumming hard, and Samson chuckled.

“Already, boi?”

“It just…feels so good…”

“Well, get ready for it to feel even better, boi.”

He started bucking back and forth, really ramming his cock in. His balls were so heavy, so eager to be emptied after teasing Bert down to the right state of mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the mechanic taking both wolf cocks at once, watching them slide in deep and smack against his ass.

[i]You’ll do well for tonight…[/i]

But for now, he had James. Slamming his cock, a thick nine incher, in and out of that hot hole soon took him over the edge. With a deep groan, Samson slammed himself in up to the hilt and came, hard. The fox moaned so loud that it overwhelmed everything else around him, and the psychiatrist felt his feet get soaked in fox cum.

He slowly pulled out, rubbing the creamed hole, and smirked as he looked around.

“Alright…who’s next?”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]