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Horns

By Lambert

"Are you comfy?"

"Yeah. A little nervous, that's all."

The huge polar bear with the open suit and sleeves folded is Francis; the bull wearing nothing but a tank top and boxers, seated in the reclining armchair, Isaac. They have been friends for years, and together explored their sexuality as far as both could. But even at their thirties, there were a lot of stuff to try, as Isaac was about to discover.

"Don't worry, you'll be conscious the entire session. If anything bad happens I'll stop it right away. Don't believe in that stuff from T.V."

"You're not going to use a pocket watch?" he joked.

"It' actually easier to look at a still object. Now quiet."

"Ok, ok," he let out a long sigh before giving Francis a smirk, with his hands over the belly. "So, how do we start?"

"Leave it to me."

Francis sat down beside him lean over him. The bull thought one last time to stop that, but not one of his muscles moved. "Everything is going to be ok," he repeated to himself, drumming with his fingers until Francis gave him a soft slap.

"Stop that, dummy. Now, I want you to close your eyes and breath in... and out.

Isaac obeyed. In the darkness, Francis' voice was the only thing left.

"And begins the relaxation process, where every breath you take will make you feel more and more relaxed. From this moment every word I say will dig deep inside you subconscious, to the point where you will feel its vibrate through your body with every breath you take, going deeper and deeper in a peaceful hypnotic trance.

He listened closely to his words. His warm breath against his ear was as pleasant as that soft tingling that came and went all over his body.

"You will fall deeper as I speak. And you're going to feel relaxed and wonderful *chas* You're conscious of what I'm saying because you enjoy the sound of my voice. Because my voice makes you feel good, and you want to feel good. You want to listen and obey what I say.

Isaac swallowed at that last part. There was something strong about the alluring tone of his voice, enough to make him tremble. He never shows any interest in those obey related games, but that night he felt like if that was completely ok; he wanted that.

"Now, I want you to imagine at the top of a stair with ten steps. And with every step you take you're going to feel wonderful, happy, relaxed *chas*. Go down one, two steps. You'll start to feel your eyelids relaxed, limp, you won't open them no matter how much you try. But you're not going to try it, because you feel so wonderful, so happy, and you don't want to stop that. Go down three, four steps. All that tension in your arms is slowly disappearing. They feel lighter and relaxed, resting over your lap.

His warm breath and voice made him feel at peace. He wasn't tired, but refreshed, something very close to the feeling of staying at bed after a long nap, without anything in his mind. He didn't move at all, as he was afraid to ruin that tranquility.

"Go down five, six steps *chas*. Feel how your chest relaxes with every breath you take. In... and out. And you feel happy and wonderful. And you go deeper and deeper. Go down seven, eight steps. Your legs are relaxed. All that stress from the job is gone with every exhalation. And you're happy seeing the end of the stairs. You feel wonderful with every step you go down. You want to reach the end. Because you have never felt so relaxed, and so happy, and so wonderful. You want to be at peace. You want to follow my commands. Go down nine, ten steps.

Isaac didn't notice the sofa wasn't there anymore. Any bad thought disappeared from his mind once he reached the end of the stairs. He felt like floating motionless in a very quiet sea.

"You're at the bottom of the stairs. You're completely relaxed. And you feel wonderful. You have never felt this good. So happy. So under my control *chas*. You're not going to respond to anything unless I say it. I'm going to raise your hand and you won't move a muscle.

Even when he heard him clearly, Isaac barely felt the bear's touch. Francis raised his hand and wiggled it before drop it back to his lap. A playful smile grew on his face, looking at his friend in a deep trance. He thought it wouldn't be easy for how doubtful Isaac was. But the induction ran as easy as any other, which was great. He opened his shirt, rubbing his crotch with his free hand.

"Now you're at peace, enjoying the sound of my voice. There's nothing else on your mind. No worries. No work. Nothing but my voice. Sleep. Sleep. Everything you hear me say that sleep, you're going back to trance. And as I repeat it, you will go deeper. Sleep. My words will stay graven in your mind. And you're going to follow any order I give you because you want to follow my commands. You're happy when you follow my commands. Now you'll regain full control of your body, and you're going to feel wonderful, full of energy. Open your eyes for me.

And so he did. The bull was back to the living room, with his dim light and the polar bear, now showing off his chest. Both shared a smile, looking deeply into the other's eyes. Isaac couldn't resist passing his hand over the soft and warm fur of his chest. It was one of the things he loved the most, to the point where he could spend an entire evening by just rubbing his chest.

"You set yourself comfortable," he pointed. One of his fingers was already over the bear's nipple, a very sensitive point for him. Francis leaned and stole a kiss from him.

"So did you," he licked his lips. "How do you feel?"

"Huh, fine. I'm not tired at all, like if I didn't work today."

"Yeah? You feel rested?"

"A lot. I really need it," his big black eyes gazed at the ceiling, leaving his hands to rub his belly. The smile was still on his face. Although he remembers what Francis said moments before, it was fading away like a distant dream, something that did and did not happen.

"That an excellent sign. Yes. Three, two, one. Sleep," and with the snap of his fingers, the bull went back to trance. Back to those calm waters. His hands fell to his sides. He breathes deeply once again. It was back under the bear's control, whose green eyes were shining in delight to continue. "Good boy, yes. The faster you fall back is a good sign. You enjoy this, don't you? You enjoy and love the sound of my voice and the idea of doing what I ask you. I want you to remember something pleasurable. Think about a moment we share that made you feel incredible good, the more pleasant one you can remember.

Francis' heart throbbed faster. He tried a lot of things with him, but seeing the bull so vulnerable and under his control. There were so many things he could have order him, and he would if he was someone else. But Isaac was special for him, and he had other plans for his friend. He stood up in front of him and leaned over him, describing everything he was doing. At both sides of his head, the 7-inches horns pointed up, and were the bull's special pride, as he didn't have a bulky body as others bulls. Francis enjoyed to grab them and pull him closer, something completely meaningless for Isaac.And that was exactly what he wanted to change. He held the bull's horns and pull him softly, released it, and repeat.

"Feel that? Feel how I'm pulling you? How you lean and get closer to me? I want you to focus on that sensation. Imagine me in front of you, doing it. Got it? Good," Francis released him. Francis blushed deeply by the look of his face, relaxed and happy as he had never seen him. "From now on, I want you to feel that pleasure when I pull you by the horns. Every time I pull you, that pleasure is going to run all over your body. As long as I keep holding you, that pleasure will only increase. And it's going to stop only if I release your horns, and only then."

He took it once again by his horns and softly pressed the tips with his thumbs. After a brief delay, Francis pulled him and the bull painted in delight. He pulled once... twice... thrice. And he held him longer. And the bull kept panting, then blowing... and finally snorting. Francis enjoyed the warm feeling of the air against his chest. And not only that, but the sound was turning him on. Isaac only snorted when he was angry or incredibly horny, and he loved the last one. Although he wasn't like other bulls, he surely knew how to act like a mad beast at the bed. When he finally started to moan, right after holding him for 5 seconds,

"Relax, relax," he said. "Good boy, you did it great. You did a great job. You enjoy it that, right? Yes, you enjoy following my commands. It makes you happy. Now, that same pleasure you just felt is going to make you want me even more. You will want to take me in your arms and rip my clothes apart. And as long as I hold your horns, that desire is going to grow stronger. But you're going to hold it. You're to going to moan, just snort. And you won't move apart. Wherever I pull you, you will follow me. Once I release you, the pleasure will stop, but your desire stay. And only then you will be free to do whatever you want with me. No more shame. Now, open your eyes for me, boy.

Isaac obeyed. He was already sweating, panting like if he had a long exercise session. Confused, he gazed at the bear.

"Ah... that was a little intense,"

"A little, but looks like you enjoyed it. How do you feel?"

"Fine... excited, I guess. Like when you just turn me on at the cinema," they laughed at that memory, as it was one of the first things they did.

"We should repeat it someday. For now come here, I want to try something," and before the bull could ask, Francis took him by the horns and got him up.

Isaac followed him, suddenly feeling a wave of pleasure hitting his body. Took two steps forward before the bear stopped him. Head tilted, noses rubbing, Isaac couldn't look away, as there was something in the eyes of the bear that had him enthralled. And the pleasure was getting stronger. He hasn't felt like that in a long time; it was three summers ago, after he found Francis working on a used motorcycle he just bought, tank top and fur stained with sweat and oil. It was like reliving that moment, having his nose filled with the strong musk and the feel of his dirty fur against his own. He trembled, snorted like a caged animal. He was so desperate to fuck him for hours. And the bear was so happy with the results.

"Feeling good, huh?"

"I... I wasn't expecting that," the bull huffed. He had his hands over Francis' shoulders, seemingly at the edge of an orgasm.

Francis finally left him rest. His friend almost fell into his arms, trembling and sweating. They shared a hug, giving some time to the bull to recover. Francis slowly put his shirt away, leaving him only in his underwear.

"I told you it would be easy."

"I had my doubts."

"Doesn't look like," and he gave him a passionate kiss. "You wanted it as much as I. You just like to play dumb. But that makes it funny... want me to continue?

"Yeah..." he nodded with a big, dumb smile. "What else you have in mind?"

"What would you want to try out?"

Isaac pondered for a moment, biting his lip before looking back at the bear.

"What about one of those words that make you react in some way?"

"I won't make you act like a chicken or kill the president, but I know what you want. You really want to be fully under my control?" he asked, running his hand over the bull's cheek.

"I wouldn't trust anyone but you..."

"Excellent. Good boy. Now, sleep," and the bear snapped his fingers.

Isaac worked in a pub with a vibe commonly seen in those founded on the road, with an old jukebox, a couple of pool tables and people drinking in peace. He loved to drink in those kinds of pubs since the university, and he was happy working at one. One of his dreams was, indeed, to open his own pub.

Francis was there, like every Friday, after ending his work at the university. On nights like these, when he had no pending job for the weekend, he stayed till 4 A.M, waiting for Isaac to close it. They slept at his house and spent the next day playing video-games, drinking and eating pizza. It was a good life.

There were the only two left in the pub. Isaac cleaned the bar while Francis was playing around with the jukebox since there was no one else to complain about what he choose. After 3 A.M everyone was already too drunken or tired to actually care about his very special selection, including the weird pop genre that someone sneaked around between the country and gospel category.

"A complaint about sexual assault, can you believe that bullshit? She had the answers under the skirt but I am the one peeking around," roared the bear, looking for a good song to finish his night. He then spoke with a more high-pitched tone. "B-but principal, he was about to rape me with his eyes. Fire him!" an almost instantly he burst in laugh.

"Luckily you already slept with your boss," he joked while cleaning a mug. But the naughty look in the bear's eyes made him regret saying that. "I don't want to know."

"Jealous?"

"I'm not interested in your sexual adventures."

"I take that as a yes," the jukebox started to play "Another one bites the dust". "But no. She played that card before, and wrong, so one believe her.

"And you enjoyed the scene."

"Every single second," he stood in front of him, at the other side of the bar. "Although that made me lose time with my favorite bull."

"You flatter me," sarcasm was usual between them, almost like a show of affection.

"No, really. You know I love to spend time with you," he leaned over the bar, looking at him with naive and playful eyes, "especially if we are alone."

"I'm not doing it over the pool table," shaken his head, Isaac focused on the mug even when it was completely clean. Truth is, he was just trying to ignore the suggestion, his mind fill with dirty thoughts about what they can do at the pub.

"Yeah, for now," but instead of keep teasing him, the bear sighed. Head tilted, he spoke again. "Too bad you don't have a nose ring. Would've been fun.

"What?" perplexed, the bear thought about it, but when he understood it was too late. Francis already had him by the horns, pulling him closer to give him a passionate kiss. The sudden shock of pleasure almost throws him to his knees, if it wasn't for the bar where he supported.

His lovely friends left him and walked backward to the pool table, undressing in the way. Anxious and excited, Isaac jumped across the bar and trapped him against it. They shared another kiss, with the bear pulling him over and over again.

"What's the matter? Anxious?" he asked. "Want to do it here?" a snorting bull nodded. His huge bulge already pressing against him.

"It's not fair."

"No, it's not. That's why you love it."