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The Secret

David's glare was imposing, but it unfortunately lacked the desired effect--namely intimidation. Whether he could figure that out or not was sure to be a test of his intellect.

Intellect, of course, was the one thing Ethan had over David tenfold. That, and two dangerous secrets.

"Just hand it over already, dork," the labrador said with a mean snicker, waving his paw tellingly. Two of David's fellow jocks--an alligator and a lion, the only other individuals left in the locker room--stood just behind him, smirking deviously. Ethan just stared plainly and rolled his eyes.

"And what if I don't, you big dumb hunk of shit?" Ethan replied with a simple, mocking smile.

Less than a second after the response had left his mouth, David had thrust his fist forward with incredible force and velocity. In any other situation, the victim of David's bullying would've been pummeled to the ground in a mere instant. Ethan, on the other hand, had anticipated this exact response and prepared accordingly.

The expression on the lab's face--utterly dumbfounded, it was--looked almost like something out of a comic book. He just stood there with wide eyes and his fist locked in the forward position. Contrary to what he had obvious expected to happen, his fist hadn't made contact with the hyena's speckled face--or anything at all, for that matter. Just in the nick of time, Ethan had dodged out of the way.

"Shit, dude. Did you seriously just miss a thin little nerd like him?" remarked one of David's friends--the large, beefy alligator named Chris--from behind him, chuckling loudly. The lab's face tense up, forming an angry scowl.

"Was that...supposed to hit something?" Ethan said mockingly, smirking. "Because it kinda didn't. Pretty pathetic if you ask me."

Both of David's friends were laughing--and better yet, it was directed at David, it seemed.

"Shut the fuck up!" the lab barked harshly, turning around to face them. Their fit of chuckles only increased in volume as they turned and walked away, soon vacating the locker room, leaving David and Ethan the only two left inside. David turned back to Ethan, his face so red and angry it looked as though he might explode.

David was 23, three years older than Ethan was. The lab had dark brown fur and an imposing, muscular form, one he took a considerable amount of pride in--thanks to a rigorous workout schedule, no doubt. He stood before Ethan wearing nothing but red exercise shorts and tennis shoes, his bare chest glistening with sweat from his recently completed workout. Ethan had to focus hard just to stop himself from drooling at the sight of him.

David was nothing short of the stereotypical jock. He was talented at sports and charming the ladies, and a dumbass when it came to anything else. He regularly picked on and bullied smaller guys and anyone he viewed as inferior, although this was the first time he had targeted Ethan. There was only one thing that set him apart from the other jocks, but it wasn't something anyone else knew about. At least, that's what he thought. Secret No. 1.

I'm about to end this man's whole career, Ethan thought to himself, letting on a nasty smirk.

Ethan was a thin, lanky hyena, with a thick patch of freckle-like spots running along his cheeks. And he was gay. Very gay, and rather kinky as well. He also had a rather unique power, but not many people knew about it, and certainly not David. Secret No. 2.

Despite being in different years of college, they shared the same all-inclusive "Sports 101" course that they had just finished with for the day. Ethan certainly wasn't the athletic type, but the phy-ed credit was a necessity for attaining his degree, so taking it was a must. Not that he minded too much, of course. There were plenty of opportunities to ogle at hot guys, and maybe take advantage of them too, if he was lucky. Presented before him now was one such opportunity.

"What's that smirk for, you little shit?" David snarled, glaring down at him.

Ethan didn't let up his expression, or respond. He continued to smirk and look David in the eyes, studying his angry face carefully. He really has no idea, does he? Man, what a dumbass. This is gonna be fun.

A few long moments passed as the standoff continued. Ethan began to wonder whether David would try to punch him again or not. More than likely, David just wasn't even sure how to respond--it wasn't often that anyone stood up to him like this, and with so much confidence. Ethan's question was soon answered by the lab grabbing his change of clothes and turning on his heels, walking away and grumbling bitterly as he strolled towards the locker room's exit.

"Hey, David," Ethan called out to the fleeing lab. "How do you think your friends would react if they knew you were jerking off to them?"

David froze standing right before the exit. Ethan could only see his back, but he could guess what the lab's face looked like at the moment. Utter and complete shock. Anxiety worse than anything the labrador had ever faced in his entire life. Ethan was brimming with joy just at the thought of it.

Finally, David turned around. He took a few slow, cautious steps back towards Ethan. There was anger on his face just like before, but his complexion was now dominated by unease and worry. He uttered a few soft, feeble words. "How did you...?"

"One of the many perks of being small and quiet," Ethan responded casually, before David could find the words to finish. "Sometimes people don't even realize you're there."

"You can't tell anyone about it. Okay?" David said firmly. Ethan could tell he was trying to sound intimidating, but it was obvious that his nerves had taken over. His eyes were scanning the hyena's face frantically. "I'll never pick on you again, I promise. But nobody can hear what you just said, ever. You got that?"

"I'm afraid that's not gonna be enough," Ethan replied simply, looking the lab square in the eyes.

The lab's ears drooped and he gulped down hard, but he nodded understandingly. "Alright then...what do I have to do?"

"Tomorrow night, seven o'clock. My dorm room, A26. Be there."

"But...I've got practice for--"

"Too bad. Be there or your secret's out."

"A-alright! I'll be there. I'll be there."

"And don't shower before you come," Ethan added, "or put on deodorant or anything like that, alright?"

He nodded timidly once more, probably wondering why Ethan would make such an odd request, but he didn't question it. After pausing for a moment, David turned and scurried away, out of the locker room.

Ethan snickered and finished getting dressed, pulling his signature green beanie hat over his head. He's completely at my mercy now, he thought as he left, wearing a giddy smile and pondering all the fun things he could make David do the following night.

(...)

Ethan had seen it happen at least twice. Admittedly, David was pretty sneaky about it. As all the other boys in the locker room would change, David would pull his phone out, angling it in such a way that only he could see the screen and the camera could see whatever hot guy he was trying to snap pictures of. To everyone else, it would look like he was texting someone, probably whoever his current girlfriend was.

Then, once everyone else had left, and David assumed he was alone, he would take a seat on one of the wooden benches between the rows of lockers, pull up the pictures on his phone with one paw, and pull out his dick with the other. He'd sit there, jerking off and moaning softly, sifting through the pictures until he finally found the right one to cum to. Then he'd pack up his things and leave, completely oblivious to the fact that Ethan had been hiding in the adjacent row, silently watching the whole affair play out.

Ethan never would've expected David to be at all into guys, but knowing that he was--however shameful it must have been for him--was a pleasant surprise. From what he could tell, the lab seemed primarily interested in guys with beefy, heavy-set builds, like his friend Chris. Their lockers were right next to each other, and most of David's picture-snapping was focused on him.

I'm the polar opposite of what he finds attractive, Ethan pondered, but I hope I can at least catch a bit of his interest. This'll be much more fun if I can get him horny too.

Ethan was lying on his bed, scrolling through social media on his phone as he passed the time. The clock read 6:55 P.M., with just a few minutes left before David was due to arrive.

At 6:58 there was a knock on the door. Ethan got up, wandered to the door and pulled it open.

Standing in the open doorway was David, wearing a black tank top and trouser shorts. Ethan didn't say anything; he simply gestured for David to enter, which he promptly did, closing the door behind him.

There was a long, awkward moment of silence. Ethan meandered back over to his bed and sat on the edge of it, while David stood in the center of the room and glanced around, scanning it with faint curiosity. Then David finally spoke, directing his gaze at his feet rather than the hyena. "So...what exactly is it you want me to do?"

"We're gonna have sex."

"Hold up, what?" Alarmed, David's head snapped up, directing his eyes at the hyena. He seemed to be searching Ethan's face for some sort of hint that he was kidding.

What an amusing response, Ethan thought with a smirk.

"You heard me," Ethan replied. "We're gonna have sex. You've clearly got a thing for dudes. I'm a dude. Could it really be so bad?"

"You're fucking serious, aren't you?" David grumbled angrily, but shook his head, knowing what Ethan had the power to do should he refuse. "I knew you were a fag, but this is some next-level shit. So what, you want me to stick my dick up your ass, or something?"

Ethan shook his head and chuckled. "You're forgetting who's in control here, buddy. I'm the one with your secret." He yanked his t-shirt off, hopped down from the bed and stepped a few slow paces forward, towards David. The lab took a couple small, nervous steps backwards, but before he could react further, the hyena's arms were wrapped around his neck and pulling him closer.

"Perhaps you need a bit of persuasion, hmm?" Ethan mumbled with a cocky grin, his eyes locked squarely on David's as his face drew within inches of his. His expression appeared both anxious and disgusted as Ethan closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against David's, kissing him deeply once, then again, then again. Slowly, however, that expression faded away, and David submitted to the sloppy make-out session, his eyes staring dreamily into Ethan's.

The hypnosis is starting to take effect, Ethan noted. As long as I maintain eye contact, he'll grow more and more obedient.

A few minutes passed like this, as the two of them made out, still standing in the center of the room. Ethan reached down and gripped David's crotch in his paw, groping it gently. Progress was slow, but Ethan managed to prompt a few soft moans out of him and could feel his member slowly growing harder. He slipped his other paw under David's tank top, slowly gliding it up along the lab's chest and feeling the smooth, muscular contour of his body.

Ethan pulled away slowly. He grabbed David's wrist, muttered, "C'mere," and yanked him over to his bed.

"W-what n-now?" David murmured weakly. Ethan kneeled down on his bed and prompted David to do the same. The lab reluctantly obliged.

Eye contact will only weaken his resistance so much, Ethan pondered. I think it's time for phase two...

"You'll see," Ethan muttered as he grabbed David's tank top and pulled it off over his head. The hyena grinned and licked his lips, finally seeing the canine's bare chest up close and personal. He placed his paws on it again, rubbing up and down along his pecs and his stomach. Leaning his face up close, he pressed his muzzle near one of David's pits and inhaled deeply, appreciating his musky scent. "I can see you were a good boy and didn't shower, just like I asked," he noted, grinning to himself.

Then he grabbed David's shorts by the waistline and slowly pulled them down, inching them off his legs and then tossing them aside. Ethan leaned down and stuffed his face into David's underwear, nuzzling against his junk and taking another good whiff of the dog's musk.

David's cheeks flushed a faint red color, and his expression still appeared nervous and reluctant. Thankfully, Ethan knew exactly how to remedy that problem. Before the lab could even think to reply, Ethan sat up, grabbed him and then pulled him up close, stuffing his muzzle up into his armpit.

"Mmmff?!" David mumbled in surprise, struggling a bit against Ethan, but within seconds of inhaling the musky scent from Ethan's pits, he relaxed and gave in, completely subdued and under Ethan's control.

"There you go, you obedient mutt," Ethan cooed, "inhale nice and deep." Ethan reached down into David's underwear and grabbed his still semi-limp uncut cock. It's size was pretty decent--perhaps on the larger side, but nothing to write home about. He gripped it firmly and started stroking it slowly, and little by little, it hardened until it was throbbing at Ethan's touch.

Ethan could feel his own member throbbing in his pants, eager to get let out. He pulled them down and tossed them off the side of the bed, joining the small pile of all their other discarded clothing on the floor.

The hyena layed back on his bed, resting his head on the stack of pillows he had positioned earlier, allowing him to recline while still having a good view of David. He grabbed his own cock in his paw and started stroking, then invited David up closer with the small wave of his paw.

David--whose eyes were now glossy and expressionless--inched forward slowly on his paws and knees until his muzzle was almost touching Ethan's dick. Despite being so deeply lost in his hypnosis, he seemed to more or less know exactly how Ethan wanted to be pleased.

"Go on, suck it like a good boy, won't you? But take another good whiff before you do," Ethan said softly. He placed a paw on David's head and pushed it down into his crotch, his muzzle placed firmly against his tuft of pubic hair. Just as he had been commanded, David inhaled deeply several times, hypnotizing the lab even further. With his cock still in his paw, Ethan rubbed it against David's face, a non-verbal command that it was time to move on to more pressing matters.

There was a small hesitation, but David opened his maw and slowly took the head of Ethan's cock in, sucking on it and dragging his tongue around the tip for a moment before taking in a bit more. His head started bobbing up and down on his dick, going a bit further down Ethan's length each time.

Ethan reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his phone as David continued. Why not save some memories for later? he mused, pulling open the camera app. He took a few pictures and a short video, then slipped the phone under his pillow and redirected his focus to David.

The lab briefly pulled his mouth off Ethan's dick, taking a moment to drag his tongue up and down it's length with long, passionate slurps, prompting a few pleasureful moans from Ethan. Then he went back to sucking, going all the way to the base of his throbbing cock.

"See, pup? This is so much more fun than your dumb football practice, or whatever it is you're supposed to be right now." David let out a long, soft moan, and Ethan chuckled.

After a few more minutes, Ethan reached for David's head and pulled him off. A few strands of drool briefly maintained the connection between his head and Ethan's member. David looked up at Ethan, waiting for his next command.

Ethan raised his legs and wrapped his arms around his thighs, pulling them down to his chest, exposing his hole to David. "Same deal, pup. Give it a good whiff and taste."

Cautiously, David pushed his muzzle forward, slipping his snout in-between Ethan's cheeks. He breathed in deeply, allowing the scent of Ethan's musky ass to fill his nostrils, then started dragging his tongue up and down over his hole.

"Mmmm..." Ethan moaned softly, prompted by David's tongue starting to push inside him. There were faint, sloppy noises as the labrador made out with his ass, his tongue sliding in and out and exploring inside his hole with ease.

After a few more long, pleasurable moments, Ethan let his legs back down, then waved David over to him and grinned. "C'mon up and lay on top of me."

There was a long moment of silence. David didn't move a muscle; he simply stared up at Ethan, making him question whether the hypnosis might've been wearing off.

"C'mere, mutt," Ethan repeated, more firmly this time. He looked into David's eyes, trying to reinforce the message. You'd better listen, or else you know what'll happen. With reluctance, David finally crawled forward and up onto Ethan. The hyena smirked at his apparent victory and helped hoist him up, until they were level with each other and their crotches were pressed together. Ethan slipped his paws down and grabbed David's underwear, finally dragging them off his body and tossing them off the bed.

He could feel David's cock, hard and pulsing excitedly against his own. He wrapped his arms around the lab, gripping onto his back firmly as he held him against his own body and started to grind against him. Their cocks rubbed together, lubricated by David's saliva and the precum slowly leaking out from both of them.

David soon began to return the favor, thrusting his hips in time with Ethan. Together they slowly picked up speed, passionately humping against one another. David's mouth hung open, his tongue hanging out as he uttered a long series of lustful moans and pants. Whatever resistance had remained in him, it was obvious that it had quickly come to vanish.

The frotting lasted a while longer, until at last, they both thrusted forward one final time. David's cock was the first to blow, with Ethan's following behind just a second later. They pulsed wildly against each other spewed out several large spurts of sticky white jizz, splattering onto both of their chests. One stream of it even made it onto the hyena's face, coating his muzzle in the warm white fluid.

After they had both finished cumming, David slowly pulled himself off. With his chest still covered in a sticky mess of cum, he collapsed beside Ethan on his bed, seemingly exhausted from the intense bout of fun.

"Wore you all out, did I now?" Ethan asked aloud, although from the looks of it, the lab was already passed out cold. I guess all the sex and hypnosis was a bit too overwhelming for him, he thought, chuckling to himself. Well, at least it was a good time.

(...)

"Hey, Ethan," called out a familiar voice from behind him.

It was the next day, and Ethan was walking through the middle of campus on the way to his next class. He looked behind him and saw David, scurrying up to meet with him. A little ways back on the path, Ethan could see Chris and a couple of other guys standing around, waiting for David to return.

"Hey! What's up?" Ethan asked casually, stopping in his tracks and turning to face him.

David glanced around quickly, making sure no one else was within earshot, then leaned in close and spoke softly to him. "We're, umm...good, right? You didn't need me to do anything else, and the secret is safe with you?"

"You got my text, right?"

"Yes, I did," David replied, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I don't even remember you taking those pictures..."

"How much do you remember?"

"Very little, come to think of it...what the heck did you do to me, slip me drugs or what?"

"Ehh, that's not important. But as I'm sure you could see, you were really getting into it, man." Ethan chuckled loudly, briefly catching the curious eyes of a few passerbys. "You sure know your way around a dick."

"Ssshhhhh!" David's face quickly grew red. He covered it in his paws. "Quiet down! Anyways...please don't send those pictures to anyone else."

"I won't...for a price, anyways."

David's ears drooped and his expression fell flat. Ethan chuckled again, seeing his face. "Don't worry," he said, "I'm just kidding, I won't make you do anything else. But I'm always open to having more fun, should you desire it."

David grumbled and shook his head dismally, starting to walk away. "We'll see, Ethan..."

"We'll see" is better than "no", Ethan thought to himself, continuing the stroll to his next class with a devious smirk on his face.