I don't wanna get leashed!
Rejoice at another hypno story! This time a certain fox gets to feel how resistance is futile.
I don't wanna get leashed!
Bing. How I love it when their eyes do that. The focus point escapes somewhere to the horizon, tension is lifted from all muscles and the jaw drops a little bit. It is as if a very large bell is chimed and in that moment the mind goes blank and awaits instructions - from me. The hard part for me is over then and I can focus on having fun. But don't get me wrong, it is not like losing conscience for them. The body still perceives, the mind is still aware of its surroundings - it just can not control anything anymore and is confined to the role of a spectator inside of a body that does whatever I say. Now this hypnotized fox in front of me looks especially adorable with his slightly opened muzzle and the ears hanging down. I pinch his nipple and he lets out a delayed, soft squeak. Good. Why hypnotizing the little guy in the first place? Oh, I had every right to do so. He agreed to play with me, but he refused the collar and leash that I had for him! How dare he. We play by my rules, foxy butt.
"I am going to have quite some fun with you now, don't worry."
It might get messy though, because after many days away from home there has been some pressure building up in my balls. I feel how my cock pushes hard from the inside against my pants at that thought. He was reluctant, but he stripped naked already. His blue dick seems to be excited about the situation.
"Okay Foxen. Look at me"
Oh, cute how my little toy turns his head, his face full of innocent anticipation.
"Down. On your knees. Understood?"
A short delay (I am used to that. It's something concerning foxes only) and there comes the faint answer: "Y-yes, s-sir."
"Oh who taught you that? Keep it, will you?"
"S-sir, yes, sir."
Sweet. Really sweet, I am surprised. He must have learned some manners somewhere while I was away. I put the collar on - fits perfectly. And the leash - wonderful color.
"What did you say earlier? About the leash? Let me hear that."
He mumbles something, but it's too faint for me to understand. I grab his ear an pull his head back, bending down a little bit towards his face.
"Repeat that."
"I s... Isaid,Idon'twannagetleashed! Sir!" it shoots out of him. He pants a little. Still fighting it, little slut?
"Yes. That's what you said. And now look at yourself. You're gonna get me off nice and slow, leashed and controlled."
He breathes out another "Yessir" and continues to stare at me from down there, eyes sleepy, jaw open and some saliva dropping from his tongue. Boy, you look so ready. First, I grab the leash firmly and pull a little bit to bring his head near my (by now) rock hard bulge. I can feel his warm, wet breath there. Go for it, I think, and I pull the leash with one paw and push his head with the other one. His muzzle sinks into my bulge and I can feel the little guy shiver. I push harder and rub my balls in his face. Damn, I need to get some wider underwear, I am gonna break them if this goes on! As I release the grip of his head a little bit I can see how my bulge is wet from his breath and drool and probably some precum from me.
"Why don't you lick it, it's wet already!" I say, firmly grasping his jaw. He pants and pushes out his blue tongue, moaning some kind of confirmation. I let my fingers slide into his open muzzle and fumble around. A fox reflex kicks in and he starts sucking my fingers - of course. While I lead him towards my wet bulge again, I notice how precum is dripping from his twitching blue fox tool. I must say, the feeling of his warm tongue pushing through the pants against my otter parts is amazing. While I still pull him a little bit, he's become so eager to cover my dripping bulge with licks and kisses by his own.
"Yes, let it all go! Don't hold back, you want the dick!" I tease him. "Come, have it" I say, while I must admit that it was me who could not hold it any longer. I remove my pants and my cock flops out, dripping wet and twitching. I don't know if I can take so much more of this. I can feel it boiling inside of me already. I grab my dick and guide it towards the waiting muzzle. I push in the tip and move it around, feeling Foxen's hot tongue rubbing at the underside. There, some teeth. And his cheek feels soft and wet from the inside... His muzzle closes tightly around my member, another reflex, I presume. I am going to face fuck this toy of mine and finally blow my load all over him. Placing my paws behind his ears I start pushing deeper and faster into his wet and warm throat. And faster. And harder. I start hearing my own moans mixing with the squishing sounds. Fuck fuck fuck! I think, this will blow up soon!