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This is a story that I wrote for my mate. It involves mind control, bondage, a little revenge at the end, and exhibitionism in the form of filming. If you are underage, or don't enjoy this, please leave. If you do enjoy it, and you're of age, please stay, and please leave me a comment. I don't think I get enough of them.

A Raccoon's Experience with Mind Control

By

Draconicon Nocinocard

"Why are people such...such...jerks?!"

Angelo would have used another word for the people he had in mind, but ever since his master had started putting together a punishment system for swear words, it had gotten much harder to use them. Well, at least when he used them for insults for people. In bed was a whole other story. Just the thought of that made him blush a bit, and forget about the people in the store for a little bit.

Of course, even thoughts of his mate and master weren't quite enough to keep the negative thoughts away for long, and soon, he was hanging his head again as he walked down the sidewalk. He pressed his hands to his belly, feeling it, and hearing all the insults about his weight that those...ugh, he wanted to say it but he couldn't!

The raccoon had to stop and relax for a minute, just for a moment. He didn't want to walk in on his master feeling this angry. The dragon didn't deserve a mate that got this upset over something so silly. It wasn't like he could help it, though: everyone had a little button that got them angry, or hurt, and those jerks had found his.

He looked around for a bench, and saw one a little bit ahead of him. The city had started putting little benches in, outside of the bus stops, and it was one of the few good things about walking home rather than having a ride.

Sitting down on the bench and leaning back, looking up at the sky, Angelo forced himself to take a couple of deep breaths. Those insults shouldn't have hurt him. He liked his body, liked the bit of chub that he had. It gave him some really sexy curves, and Draconicon loved the way he looked. It shouldn't bother him to hear people heckling him about his weight.

But it did. A lot. And despite himself, Angelo started remembering the whole event back at work.

~~~

His job was a good one, and the raccoon felt lucky every day that he walked into the shop and opened it. The only manga and anime store in the town, and he was the one that the owner trusted to manage it. It was small enough that he could manage and run it himself, and the owner actually paid him pretty well. But what he loved the most was to be surrounded by all the things that he'd grown up with. Totoro. Naruto. Luffy. The cat bus. All those familiar characters and more lined the walls, and he loved each and every one of them. Seeing them waiting for him every morning was like walking into the room and greeting a bunch of long lost friends.

And since he was the only employee in the store, he was in charge of everything. He was the one in authority, and that was something else that he liked. Yes, at home, he liked being told what to do. He liked having a master. But he liked being trusted to do good for a job, and his boss trusted him to do everything for the store, so long as he sent the money out that they earned on time. He'd never failed to do that, and he had made sure that the store did very well, despite the idiots that would sometimes come into the place.

They were the only downside to the store. Since this little town didn't have quite the appreciation for anime and manga and all other things related to it, most of his business went out in mail orders and things like that. The few loyal customers that he had were also friends of his. Cyrus, Justin, and a few others that had been part of a little manga club in high school continued to come around the shop for the updates every month, and they always enjoyed some time together, talking over the newest antics of their favorite characters.

But they were the only good customers. The rest of the town's population either ignored the little shop, or came in to make fun of it. Since it was the end of the week, Angelo was hoping that he might get lucky and be able to get home before the jerks came in.

Unfortunately, that was not to be.

Just as he was starting to put the cash away and lock the register, they walked in. A gang of three different furs, a coyote, a bobcat, and a fox, they were the bane of Angelo's employed life. The rest of the people in town might have been a little teasing about the store, or might ignore it, but these three always wanted to actively hurt him about the stuff he sold, and they were slowly getting better at it.

Their leader was Huck, the coyote. While all three of them were dressed in ripped jeans and logoed shirts, Huck wore a bandana around his arm with an angry red face on it. He never said what it was for, but he seemed inordinately proud of it, and the demon head on the bandana was something he never seemed to be without. The feline and vulpine behind him were nameless to Angelo, but they shared the same mocking grin that their boss had.

"What do you want today, Huck?" Angelo asked, keeping his voice civil as he finished locking the register. "I'm closing the place for the day."

"Oh, really?" The coyote walked down one of the aisles. "And here we thought we might be able to pick up some comics. Got any Superman in?" he asked.

The raccoon forced himself to take a couple deep breaths. They were just pushing his buttons, like always. "For the two hundred forty second time-" yes, he had been keeping track, "-we don't carry comics. We carry manga, and anime, and a few collectibles."

"Oh? Well shit, boys, looks like the fatso don't have what we want," Huck said with a laugh.

Angelo was glad that he had turned around to look at something behind him, because that...word...struck him hard. Fat? He wasn't fat. He was just chubby, chunky: he was just perfect. His master said so. Even so, he was shaking for a good few seconds before he turned around again. He leaned over the counter, and pointed at the door. "It's time for me to close the store, guys. Get out."

"Or what, fatty?" Huck said, laughing. "Is the tubby, waddling fat boy gonna throw us out? I don't think you can even get out from behind the desk without help. Can you even fit? Bet you can't, fatso, bet you can't!"

Each word cut into Angelo, sharp and painful. It was almost impossible for him to keep the hurt off of his face, but he managed it, if only so that they wouldn't know that they had found his weakness. "Out. Now," he said. He almost cursed himself at the little hesitance in his voice.

Huck laughed, and shoved one of the racks of Shonen Jump magazines to the ground. "Hehe, whatever you say, tubby. Bet ya just want to cuddle with your thinner cousin," the coyote said, pointing to the plush of Totoro on the other side of the room. "See you next week, loser!"

The gang of furs walked out, leaving the raccoon with one trashed aisle to pick up and one magazine rack to re-fit. Overall, that wasn't bad, compared to what they usually did.

But their words...They echoed in the room, in Angelo's ears, and they hurt badly. He couldn't make them stop, couldn't stop hearing their mocking words. It was all he could do to walk over to the door and window and close the blinds before slumping down the wall and hugging his knees to his chest.

"I'm not fat," he said to himself, both mad and hurt at the same time. "I'm not...NOT...fat!"

The raccoon leaned his head down, pressing it against his arms. He could feel little tears flowing down and making his fur wet, but he couldn't stop himself. He could take almost any insult, but that one just...It was something he hated, and he couldn't stop himself from hurting from it.

~~~

He'd stayed in the store for another twenty minutes before he was done cleaning up, when it should have taken five minutes, maybe ten at the outside. Angelo just couldn't quite get over that, and he still couldn't. That's why he was staying on the bench, trying to make himself calm down and failing still.

As he leaned back, staring up at the darkening sky, he felt a little buzz in his pocket. Pulling out his cell phone, he looked to see who might be calling him. The little screen read "Dracon", and he chuckled. "Programmed your nickname again, did you?" he muttered. He flipped open his phone and said, "Hello, Drac. How's it going?"

"Going alright, Angelo," his mate and master said on the other end of the phone. "Something's wrong though, isn't it?"

"How could you tell?"

"I know you, love. Now come on, tell Master what's wrong," the dragon said. For a second, Angelo could almost feel the dragon's arm wrapping around his shoulders, and he couldn't help but smile a little bit at the warmth that made him feel.

So the raccoon started telling his mate what had happened. All the insults, all the mocking that he suffered in the shop; he told the dragon about how those furs kept coming down to the shop every day, making trouble, something he'd been keeping to himself for a while. He didn't want to have to depend on his Master for everything, and sharing that kinda felt like he was begging for help from the dragon.

His master was quiet as he talked, which he appreciated. All the questions that the dragon could have brought up would have made this harder to get through, and he wasn't sure that he would have been able to keep going if he had to stop at any point. The only things the dragon said were little mutters of 'uh-huh' and 'I see'. It almost felt a bit like a therapy session, but that was just a little bit ridiculous.

"Well, that is something I wish I'd known about sooner." That was all the dragon had to say when Angelo was done. "Now, get along home, Angelo. I have something...special...here that might take your mind off of all this. I was going to save it for next week, but I think you need it tonight."

Almost instantly, the raccoon perked up. "What?! Special? What is it? What is it?!" He was sitting on the edge of the bench, clenching his hands tightly around his cell phone. "A surprise? Master made a surprise for me? Tell me, please?"

"Hehehe. Not a chance, raccy. Get back to the house, and then you'll learn what's going to happen to you. Not before." The dragon sounded almost as excited as Angelo felt, and that was saying something indeed. Giggling, Angelo stood up, already walking. "I'll be there in five minutes, my love. I can't wait."

He hung up the phone quickly. As he did, he almost thought he heard another voice on the other end than his master's, but that was probably just his imagination. Who cared? His master had a surprise for him, and those surprises were always fun, always tailored to what he loved. Would it be tickling? Bondage? Spanking? Would it be something completely and totally new? He wasn't sure, and that made him even more excited.

Now that he had something to look forward to, the raccoon was moving along at a good pace, almost jogging home, which was rare for him. Forget about those bullies in the town. He had his master, and that was all that he needed.

He passed by a couple of neighbors that waved, and he was polite enough to wave back. They were nice enough to him, even though they never really talked or came over to the house. Draconicon didn't help much with that, he supposed. The dragon was rather private, and sometimes he took that a little too far.

"Maybe I should try to help him with that," Angelo muttered to himself as he reached the walkway to his house.

It was a very nice house, definitely a larger one than two people needed. It had two stories, and was painted red. A little bit too bright of a red for Angelo's tastes, but the dragon had picked the outside. At least that let him pick the insides, he thought to himself with a smile, and he'd gotten the dragon to help him out with a little garden in the back. Little sacrifices, big gains.

As he tried to open the door, though, he was surprised to find it locked. "Drac never locks the door," the raccoon muttered under his breath. Fishing his key out of a pocket, he opened the door with a shrug. "Must have forgotten."

No sooner had he stepped into the house than something grabbed him from behind. An arm wrapped around his neck, forcing his head back a bit, and another grabbed his arms and pulled them back, holding them tight enough that he wasn't able to free them. He struggled against the grip of whoever the intruder was, but couldn't get free, no matter how he squirmed against them.

The intruder shoved his face against the wall. It wasn't a hard push, just firm, but it still made his cheek sting from the impact. Now that his head was turned, he was able to see something of the guy that was doing it to him. He had half expected it to be a rougher than normal game from his master, but it wasn't the dragon behind him.

His attacker was wearing a black hood, and had a scream mask on his face. He wore gloves of some kind, and was very big. That was all he could see, though, as the stranger used his tail to shove some rag in his face. One breath of it, and the raccoon was out like a light.

~~~

The raccoon groaned softly as he started to wake up. He could feel something under him, like a chair, maybe. It was hard, uncushioned, and judging by the way his rear felt so sore, he'd been sitting in it for a while. He had his hands and his legs tied to the chair by some rope, and it was far enough up his wrists that he couldn't reach it to start untying it. Someone knew him pretty well to take that kind of preparation.

"So, you're awake."

Angelo jerked upright at the sound of a voice, turning his head this way and that. Everything was completely black, darker than any room could possibly be. Blindfold? Maybe. Hard to be sure unless he could touch his face, which he couldn't. And who was it that was talking?

Footsteps, heavy, slow footsteps walked around him. Little thumps reached his ears each time the mysterious person took a step. "You know, you were very easy to catch," the voice said. It was scrambled, like one of those little toys that make a person's voice sound like a robot, but much better. Whatever the natural voice of the person holding him captive might be, the voice changer made it very deep, deeper than his master's voice, even, and very commanding. "I thought someone like you might be a little more of a challenge. I wonder if you'll break as quickly as the last slut that I caught."

The last slut? Break? What was going on here? Angelo tried to ask that, but he couldn't even move his mouth. All that came out were little muffled syllables, like he had a-

His eyes went wide as he finally felt what was in his mouth. He had a ballgag in his mouth. This guy had put a ballgag in his mouth while he'd been knocked out! What the freaking hell was going on here?!

"Yes, that's a ballgag, slut-in-the-making," the voice said. The raccoon felt a gloved hand touch his shoulder. "I bet I can guess a few things that will make you feel a little more...cooperative here. Your kind has always had a few weaknesses, once you get aroused, and a weak mind is one of them. All I have to do is find your kinks, your turn-ons, and you'll be mine."

The raccoon was still very tense, but the longer the voice talked, the more he relaxed. In fact, he almost felt like he wanted to laugh. Yes, this guy wanted to use him, wanted to have him as a slut, but it seemed this guy wasn't going for rape. Whoever he was, he wanted Angelo to go to him willingly.

Well, this guy was going to have no luck with that. Only Draconicon knew how to-

"Let's see how you respond to dirty talking."

Oh crap. The smile that had started spreading around Angelo's face immediately went away. Dirty talking; that was a big weakness of his. Draconicon would sometimes tease him with it in public, and despite himself, he'd be humping air in minutes, desperate for something to touch him or take him. It was one of the few things he couldn't control: when someone really good at dirty talking started with him, he was almost helpless.

He just hoped this guy wasn't as good as Draconicon.

Gloved fingers stroked along his shoulders, and across his neck. They slipped down across his chest, and for the first time, Angelo realized that he wasn't just bound to this chair with a ballgag in his mouth. He was naked, too. His face burned red at the thought of this stranger seeing him so exposed. Worse, he wouldn't even have the chance to deny being turned on, if the stranger managed to do that to him. It would be obvious right from the start that he was getting hard and eager. Hell, if Draconicon was the one doing this to him, he'd be hard and eager already.

"Oh, what is this, slut?" the voice said, the fingers lifting from his belly and touching him on the tip of his exposed member. "Such a horny little furball, aren't you? Aroused by the slightest touch...or is it the exposure in front of a stranger? Just a horny little slut, aren't you? A big butted, chunky boi, chubby boi toy for whatever male has you in their possession, aren't you?" the voice said. And it just wasn't letting up, despite Angelo's whimpering at the words.

"Yes, that's just what you are; a chubby boi slut. Oh, how I want to shove my cock up your ass, feel that hot, bouncy butt flexing around my shaft. I bet you're really good with it, aren't you? You're such a slut for that dragon master of yours, sucking his cock, riding it day and night. Yes, you love every moment of it. You love cock, love cock in you, don't you chubby boi, don't you?

"You want mine? Maybe not yet, but you will, slut. You need cock in you," the voice said. The gloved fingers were wrapped around Angelo's cock, which had quickly gotten harder and harder as the voice had kept speaking. The raccoon was whimpering, clenching his fists to try and control himself, but it was getting harder and harder to do that.

The voice had no mercy on him, stroking at his tip while another hand rubbed under his balls. "You don't get to empty these very often, do you? But that's how you like it. You get off on getting these things big and heavy, sagging, falling, swaying between your legs. You love having these things grow and grow and grow with all the cum in them, churning, bubbling with need...Yes, that's what the slut boi loves, isn't it?"

Angelo couldn't stop himself from moaning. This guy was good, hitting so many special spots with his words. He was panting hard, and if this guy kept it up, it would be almost impossible for him to resist his advances.

"Such chunky balls, though...I bet you've been holding them for a while. Not cumming, dealing with that same frustration, that same need day after day after day...such a good slut. Dragon commanded it of you, didn't he? He made you keep your cum in your balls, and you're doing just what he said like a good pet. You're a very good pet, aren't you? Obeying your master's commands, stewing your balls in their juices like a good pet, obeying chastity without even a ring like everyone else would need.

"Oh, you're blushing, but you're so hard, chubby boi. Yes, I know you love that phrase," the voice said. The raccoon must have looked confused or something. "Your master is not quiet when he makes love to you, you know. Oh, you are both so precious when you're together, particularly you. Yes, you, you blushing, big-butted chunky boi toy. You love riding your master, and you don't keep quiet about it, moaning and groaning loud enough to shake your walls.

"Hehehe, you're thinking about it now, aren't you?" The voice was chuckling quite a bit, and the gloved hand on Angelo's cock was moving faster, stroking him. "Oooh, pre already? You must really love this dirty talk. You pre this much for your master? Do you jerk and pant and moan this hard when your master has his scaly hand around your cock, pumping you, milking you for all that hard-earned, long saved seed? Do you, hmm? Do you?"

Angelo was in pleasure hell. He was getting all sorts of touches that he loved. His balls were fondled, his cock squeezed in precisely the best ways to make him squeal in pleasure. Any moment now, he was going to start chirring, and that would be the beginning of the end. How the hell did this guy know all of this?! This was something only someone who'd been with him for years would know!

Only someone who'd been with him for years...Could it be? Angelo turned his blindfolded gaze to the source of the voice. "Is that...is that you, Master?" he grunted around the ballgag. It was muffled, but still just barely understandable.

The mechanical deep voice went silent, and then chuckled. "I guess I couldn't fool you for long, Angelo," it said. There was a hiss and a snap, followed by the clatter of something falling to a very hard floor. Then it was his master's voice, familiar and kind. "Still, it took you a little while to catch on, didn't it? And you can't tell me you didn't like that. Bound to a chair, naked, and teased like crazy. Not bad, huh?" The gloved hands reached around and unsnapped the catch for the ballgag, letting it fall out of the raccoon's mouth.

Angelo groaned softly as he could breath again through his mouth, and relaxed his jaws. "Surprising, but now that I know that it was you, yeah, that was pretty fun," he said with a rueful chuckle. "Did you have to be quite so rough back at the house, though?"

"Hey, had to sell the whole thing," Draconicon said. He walked around in front of Angelo, and undid the blindfold as well, sitting down on a chair in front of the raccoon. "Would you have believed this was all someone else if the person had been gentle? I don't think so. I needed to be a little rough."

"Hehe, I guess I can understand that," Angelo said with a shake of his head. He nodded towards the ropes that were holding him to the chair. "Um, do you think you can let me up? I mean, this was fun and all, but I want to get to that treat you were promising me."

"Oh, we haven't even started your treat yet, Angelo," Draconicon said. He chuckled, leaning forward in his chair. His hands rubbed against the raccoon's bare chest, one rubbing against the raccoon's nipples for a second. "You're quite sexy like that, love. Oh, the things I could do with you...the things that I will do to you, hehehe," he whispered.

Just the thought that the fun was going to continue had Angelo's cock rock hard, bouncing up and down against his belly. It made the dragon laugh a bit, and he felt one of the dragon's hands wrap around his member again. With the gloves removed, he could easily feel the scales on his master's hand, and it felt so good. The hand moved up and down, squeezing gently and slowly, as the dragon slipped back into the use of dirty talk.

"Yes, you're so hard for your master. I thought you were hard before, but feeling you now...mmm, there's no substitute for your master's hand, is there? Not gloved, not any other hand but mine. You love my touch. You love it, don't you, my little one? You are such a little slut whore for dragons, aren't you, and for me in particular. But what if I stopped touching you with my hands...and used my feet instead?"

He wouldn't! Not when he was this horny. Angelo wouldn't be able to take that touch without cumming. Whimpering and squirming in the chair, the raccoon tried to pull back a little bit.

But it was futile. The dragon's hand kept squeezing his cock for another moment before it pulled back. Angelo watched as his mate leaned back in his chair and lifted his feet up, pulling off a pair of shoes and flexing his toes. The only light in the room, a little lamp over Angelo's head, made those toes glimmer and flicker, the scales reflecting the light back at him.

Little droplets of sweat dripped from the toes as they wiggled, and Angelo couldn't help panting as they moved closer and closer to his member. The dragon's feet slowly pressed against his cock, and he moaned at the different feel of those scales against his cock. Pre squirted out, falling on the dragon's toes, and he blushed softly even as his master grinned.

The toes danced along the edge of his shaft, the dragon chuckling softly as he used his feet to jerk him off. "Yes, this is one of your favorite treats, isn't it, my pet? To feel master's sweaty feet jerking you off, tugging at the cum you keep in those heavy, sagging balls. Yes, I love feeling all that hot, slick pre sliding over my feet. Come on, I know you have more, gimme more of your cum, pet, make my feet drip with your cum!" The dragon's words were both tease and command, and Angelo was helpless before them.

It was too much for him. With a moan and a groan of pleasure, the raccoon thrusted his hips forward against the dragon's feet. The little bit of additional stimulation he got out of it was enough to send him over the edge into his orgasm. His balls drew up against his groin, and his member spasmed several times before feeling like it exploded with cum.

Even though his eyes were closed, he could imagine the smile on his master's face. He could certainly hear the laughter, the pleased giggles from his master's mouth. Those scaly feet curled around the tip of his cock, squeezing it with the toes. He knew that those feet would be completely soaked by the time that his orgasm was over, and he also knew that his master would have him clean them off afterwards.

Grinning giddily at the feeling of his orgasm, the raccoon slumped down in his chair. It was really good to feel that again. His master's feet were a special treat to him, and being able to cum on them better still. With the way his master had added dirty talking too...oh, that was perfect.

He waited to feel his master press those slick, sweaty, cum covered feet against his face, even stuck his tongue out for it. But he didn't feel it, even after he heard his master stand up and start walking around a bit. He opened his eyes, but his master wasn't in front of him. Behind him? Maybe, but he couldn't turn around far enough to be able to see the dragon. He did, however, hear the dragon unlocking something. "What are you doing, love?" he asked.

"Just getting a couple of things to keep playing with you with, thief of my heart," Draconicon said with a chuckle. There were more sounds of something being unsnapped, something being loosened. Each successive snap made the raccoon more and more curious, and he squirmed more in his seat, trying to look behind him. But the dragon had knotted the ropes tightly enough and well enough to keep him from being able to look behind.

The snaps stopped a few seconds later, and the dragon's footsteps resumed, walking closer and closer to him. Again, the dragon stopped out of his line of sight, behind him. "Draconicon? What are you doing?" the raccoon asked slowly, feeling both a little nervous and excited about what his mate and master was going to do.

"I'm going to make you laugh, my love," Draconicon said. "I'm going to make you laugh good and hard, and loud, too." He wiggled something, holding it in front of Angelo's eyes. It was a little difficult to see in the dim light, but after a second, it was clear just what his master was going to be using on him.

It was a feather. A raven's feather, if he wasn't mistaken. "Is that..."

"Yes, it's a feather. One that Satres...'donated'...to me."

"Yeah right, master," the raccoon said with a giggle. "Does he know he's missing one of his tail feathers yet?"

"Don't think so, but I don't think it matters," the dragon said. He flicked the feather under the raccoon's chin, wiggling it just enough to draw a giggle from the raccoon's lips. "I got this one, and a lot of other things to tickle you. I just wonder how long you'll last under this little bit of tickle torture..."

Angelo's eyes went wide at the two words at the end of the dragon's sentence, and he started squirming anew. No, no no no no! He couldn't take more of that! He was already tied up, helpless, and the dragon wanted to torture him more? Those feathers would tickle him until he couldn't breath, and further still. He had to get free.

Squirm as he might, the raccoon couldn't get free, and all he got for his troubles were little rope burns through his fur. With the ropes halfway up his arms, it was just impossible to get them free, and despite the flexibility in his toes, there was no way he could use them to untie a knot. Not from this angle, anyway. He was completely helpless, and he whimpered softly as he felt, more than saw, his master get closer with the feathers.

The first little touch of the feather was to the spot on his foot just below the toes, the ball of his foot. It barely touched it, more of a tap than a tickle, but Angelo flinched back from it, his toes curling tightly. He blushed as his master chuckled. "And so we begin," the dragon said behind him.

No warning this time. The feather pressed up under his toes, the dragon's free hand keeping him from pulling them down again. Soft and gentle, the twitching feather danced across his toes, between them, and Angelo could not hold in the shrieks of laughter it produced.

His head slammed back against the back of the chair, but the stinging of the impact wasn't enough to make him stop laughing. Eyes clenched tightly shut, he squirmed in the chair, tugging against the binds on his ankles, trying to pull his feet free, but it was futile. All he did was drag more of his feet against the feather, dragging it down the pads on the ball of his foot, which made the tickling sensation even worse. There were already tears coming down his eyes, and the dragon had barely started.

A second feather joined the tickle torture, rubbing down the arch of the raccoon's foot. He tried wiggling his foot from side to side, another mistake: he was just moving around for the dragon that way. He could leave the feather still, and Angelo would just tickle himself. The feathers brushed up and down, back and forth along the length of his foot, and Angelo was helpless to do anything but laugh.

Two feathers, both dragging along one of his feet, were too much for him to stand. So when a third feather started tickling along the bottom of his other foot, Angelo really went crazy.

He actually managed to bounce up and down in the chair, shaking it from side to side, and if the chair hadn't been nailed down to the floor, he probably would have been able to knock it down. Wouldn't have gotten him away from the dragon, but it would have been able to give him a few minutes of relief. As it was, he just looked crazy as he shook this way and that, laughing at the top of his lungs, tears of ticklish bliss streaming down his face.

And it didn't stop there. The three feathers slowly crisscrossed their ways past his feet, up his legs, rubbing at the sensitive area behind his knees. They paused there just long enough to make Angelo laugh himself breathless before pulling back. The raccoon panted softly, desperately sucking in air, his chest heaving.

Just as he got his breath back, the feathers struck again, wiggling across his belly, tickling him all over his rounded belly, dipping into his belly button for the briefest moment before dragging their way across him again. The tiny, tickling, light touches of the feathers set Angelo to giggling and shrieking with laughter again.

"Please! S-s-s-stop!" Angelo cried out, his head whipping back and forth, back and forth. "Stop! I can't take it!" The raccoon was squirming and giggling, shaking and shouting so hard that he couldn't catch his breath, only getting in fresh air when the dragon gave him a break. Each time he thought that the tickling was done, though, he was proven wrong by sudden tickles to another part of his body.

Slowly, the feathers drew up towards his head, tickling over his neck. His twitching, shouting, laughing made it almost impossible for the dragon to really tickle very well, but his master still managed to get some in.

Laughter continued to echo in the room even when Angelo was done, and he wasn't sure if he was just imagining hearing it or if it was really echoes. Shaking his head a few times as he panted hard, sucking air to get his breath back in his body, the raccoon slowly pulled himself back together. "Master...am I....am I done?" Angelo asked, looking up to find that Draconicon was standing in front of him again. "Is the tickle torture...is it done?" he asked. He desperately hoped that it was.

"Yes, it's done...even though your cock might be wishing it wasn't," the dragon said. Angelo looked down at his crotch, and blushed at the erection that waited, throbbing before his eyes. His body always betrayed him with stuff like that. "But we still aren't done. There's still one more thing we're going to do here, tonight."

Angelo whipped his eyes back up to his master, blinking in surprise. "What else...what else could we do, master? I can't think of anything else that we could do that we haven't done before." And he really couldn't. He wasn't trying to get out of anything. He hadn't even thought of that, and wouldn't do it if he had. He just honestly couldn't think of anything else that they hadn't done before.

The dragon leaned down in front of him. Angelo slowly started to smile as his master leaned in closer, and puckered up, expecting a kiss. He wasn't disappointed.

When they pulled apart again, both of them gasping for breath, Draconicon said, "Mmm, such a good kisser. But that wasn't what I had in mind. You see, I want to see what you'd be like if I made you even more submissive, but just for a little while. You know what I'm saying?"

"What, like some more pet roleplay?" Angelo asked.

"Not quite," Draconicon said. "I want to try something...different. We're going to try hypnosis tonight."

Angelo blinked a bit. Hypnosis? Was Draconicon meaning stuff like the mind control RPs they had done while they were still dating online? Yeah, that stuff was pretty kinky, but it didn't really work. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Quite, my pet," Draconicon said. Again, the dragon walked around behind him, stepping out of view. "You know, I've been practicing some magic, like I used to use in all those RPs. There's a lot of stuff out there that will teach you about some branch or another, you know." The raccoon could hear pages flipping back and forth, and he guessed that his master was looking through a book. "Now where was that spell...mind control, mind control...There's body control, but that's not quite right...Ah, here we go."

"Are you seriously telling me you have a spellbook over there, Draconicon?" Angelo asked, lifting an eyebrow. "That's just a little bit silly, isn't it? I mean, I would love it if you had magic, and I'd love it even more if you could teach me, but-"

"Silence." Angelo shut up. The word had been infused with the dragon's 'master' voice. Draconicon had several tones that he took, like lover, friend, mate, and other things, but he also had a 'master' voice, and while Angelo might debate and argue with the ideas and requests of his mate and lover, he dared not go against the commands of the 'master' voice.

Angelo stayed still as his master walked around him. The dragon carried a rather large book, and he supposed that it could have been a spellbook. It was thick enough for it, and had all kinds of arcane looking symbols along the cover. He opened his mouth to ask where the dragon had got it, but closed it again before he said anything. He was told be quiet, and he was going to be quiet. No need to earn further punishments.

Draconicon's finger traced its way down the page he was on, and he smiled. "There we go, mind control. Kinda short, but it works."

"What, you already tested it?" Angelo asked. He froze, wide-eyed, and bit his lips. "Sorry master," he said as Draconicon looked up from the book and stared at him. "Won't happen again."

"Better not, pet, better not," he said with a shake of his head. "And yes, I tested it. Don't you remember the day that Justin came around, acting exactly like the Aussie he always says he wasn't? I was testing out the spell on him, just seeing what it might do, and whether he would remember it. He didn't, of course."

He remembered that day. Justin, a kangaroo friend, always had a bit of a hard time getting people to believe that he was a Brit, not an Aussie. Kangaroos that weren't from Australia often did have that problem, he supposed. But just last week, Justin had been talking in the stereotypical Aussie dialect, complete with accent. It had been really weird to watch him behave that way, and the next day, he didn't remember a thing. In fact, it had been all they could do to get him to believe that it wasn't Wednesday, but Thursday. Something had blocked out an entire day in the kangaroo's mind.

Well, at least now he knew what the something was, he thought with a little chuckle. "You know that I'm going to be telling Justin just what you did to him, right?"

"No, I don't think you will." Draconicon smiled softly, patting the book before setting it down on a little table outside of the circle of light Angelo was in. "I can make you forget all about this, if I want, or make it a command that you can't tell him. Yeah, if I made it a command in my 'master' voice, you probably wouldn't tell him. But with this, you just wouldn't have a choice. About anything," the dragon added, smiling in a familiar, lusty way.

Flicking his eyes towards the book, Angelo was starting to understand what the dragon meant. Body control was something he'd heard of. The other person would control the subject's body like a puppet, making them do anything but letting them keep control of their thoughts. Mind control, on the other hand, gave complete control over body and thoughts. If the dragon gave him a command, he would do it, and have no second thoughts about it. He wouldn't even be able to think that he might not have done it before. There would only be the will of his master, undeniable, irresistible.

Just the thought of that kind of submission kept him rock hard, and he moaned softly to himself. "How...what are you going to do to me when I'm...like that?" Angelo asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Oh, I'll leave that as a surprise, my pet," he said with a small smile. "But don't worry. You'll be able to see what you did." At Angelo's look of surprise, Draconicon pointed a little bit behind him. Angelo followed his gesture, and blushed deeply. At first, he hadn't seen anything, but after a moment, he'd seen a little red light. A second later, he noticed the camera that it was on.

He couldn't help squirming a little bit. The dragon had been filming this? For how long? Since the start? Seemed likely enough with how pervy his mate could be. And now, he was going to be filmed while completely under the control of the dragon? Somehow, he knew that this was going to be embarrassing.

But he stayed quiet. If this was what his master wanted to do with him, he'd go along with it. And heck, his cock told the story of how turned on he was. He wanted to do this as much as his master did.

Draconicon stepped back from the spellbook, and pulled a couple of things out from his pockets. It kind of surprised the raccoon what the dragon seemed to have. String, two quartz crystals, a couple pennies, and a piece of paper with a spiral on it, the kind of spiral in a lot of those cheesy hypnosis movies. "I thought you were going to be casting some magic or something, Master," Angelo said.

"You'd be surprised how different this magic is from the stuff that we used in the RPs, Angelo. Lots and lots of math involved, as well as different components you have to have with you," he said. Angelo watched as the dragon started laying out the various things, the five pennies laid out in a pentagon around paper on the spiral. He put the quartz crystals on the left and right side of the spiral, and then dragged the string around so that it connected each piece together. The string wrapped around the quartz crystals twice before running the path along the pennies, touching the other crystal, and then touching the paper again.

Each time it touched another part of the pathway, Angelo half thought he saw a little flash of light, but it had to be his imagination. String and crystals and metal didn't make light, no matter what his master was doing.

"That sets up the spell's pathway," the dragon muttered before turning towards him again. "Now I just need a focus from you. A bit of hair should do nicely."

Despite promising himself to go along with this, Angelo still had a bit of a mischievous streak. He ducked his head out of the way when Draconicon reached for his hair, bobbing it back and forth, keeping it just out of the way of his master's grip. It was almost like a cartoon, and Angelo couldn't help giggling to himself as his dodging and his master's grabbing got faster and faster. Always in a pattern too, which was just like a cartoon.

Finally, his master grabbed him by the shoulder, holding him still while he plucked a single hair from the top of his head. "There," he said with a shake of his head. "Geez, can't sit still at all sometimes, can you?"

"Nope!" Angelo said with a smile. "Not in the least." His master shook his head, turning back to the little arrangement of items. The little, almost invisible hair that he'd plucked out was laid in the center of the spiral. "That completes the components and their layout," the dragon said. "Now I just need to read the incantation, and wait for it to take effect on you, my pet. Soon..." He turned, facing Angelo. "Soon, you will be my mind slave."

The line was just too corny, and Angelo burst out laughing, shaking his head a few times. He took several minutes to calm down, and he sniffed a little bit, clearing his throat before he could speak. "Sorry, master, but that...was just too...funny," he said, still fighting laughter.

"I...suppose it was," Draconicon said. Angelo could see a little red on his face. Yes, he managed to get the dragon to blush! Awesome! He congratulated himself on that, even as the dragon started reading words from the 'spellbook' that he had brought along. Angelo listened closely to the words coming from the dragon's mouth, but he couldn't really recognize anything that was said. Whatever the words were, they were gibberish to him, but that meant that they really could be magical.

Jerking his head to the assorted items the dragon had set up, Angelo's eyes went wide at what he saw. The quartz crystals were glowing with some sort of internal light, and the string was starting to glow as well. However, rather than the whole thing glowing, it was like the light from the crystals was bleeding off into the string, almost like a lit fuse that was slowly burning down. Each time the light in the string reached one of the pennies, it grew brighter, and moved faster towards the next part of the magical circuit, the next penny. It took almost thirty seconds to reach the first penny, but only twenty to reach the second, and fifteen to reach the third.

The burning light felt like a countdown to an explosion, like he was watching the burning fuse of a deadly explosion. Yeah, Draconicon wouldn't hurt him with this, but it had the same sense of inevitable change, something that would make him different, something that would change his life forever, and even though it scared him a little bit, it excited him even more. His cock attested to that, hard as a rock and leaking like a faucet.

Finally, the light of the string reached around to the second crystal, and then to the paper with the spiral and his hair on it. To his amazement, the spiral floated slightly off of the table, and began to spin. Slow at first, it started speeding up, faster, and faster, faster and faster, until it was almost blindingly fast. Yet, his hair never fell from it, almost as if it were glued to it.

As amazing as that was, it was nothing compared to what came next.

The room, the dragon, the paper, the crystals; everything around him faded out, replaced by the hypnotic spiral. Only it wasn't that small anymore. The spinning circles were as bit as his head, and there were hundreds of them, all around him. He couldn't close his eyes to get away from them, either. Something was holding his eyes open, probably the magic, because he couldn't think of what else it could be.

The spirals...relaxed him. He wasn't sure that was the right word, because he still felt tense, but he couldn't think of a better word for it. The raccoon slumped back in his chair, leaning back from the spirals as if that might keep them away from him. Of course, it didn't work. So long as he could see the spirals, they would work their magic on him.

As they spun, he half imagined he could hear a strange voice. "Submit, submit...obey, obey..." it said. "Obey the master....submit to the dragon....submit to the master...obey the dragon..." the voice said, slowly, gently, relaxed. It repeated the words over and over again, slipping them in among the spirals. At times, Angelo almost thought he could see the words, but that was silly, wasn't it?

But it was very nice in this spell. Angelo realized he was smiling, and for a moment wondered why. That thought went away very quickly though. Why should he wonder anything? He was supposed to relax and submit, wasn't he? After all, he was a very good pet, and pets did what their masters said. His master was a good dragon, and he needed to be a good pet to the master dragon.

"Good pet, good pet to the master dragon...Good pet, good pet to the master dragon," Angelo found himself mumbling. Why shouldn't he mumble that though? That was what he was. The magic was telling him to be a good pet, but he was already a good pet. Wasn't he? He thought his master had said that, but he couldn't remember now. He wanted to be a good pet, he wanted to hear his master say it.

"Obey everything, obey everything that master says," the voice started saying. Angelo listened to the voice. It was telling how to be a good pet, wasn't it? Good pets listened to commands, that was the first rule of being a pet. He would be a good pet, and listen to the voice. It was telling him how to be the best pet.

The swirly lights entranced the raccoon completely. Little words sometimes appeared on the different spirals, and he paid rapt attention to them, even though he was almost drooling from how relaxed he was. For all his relaxation, though, his cock was harder than ever, absolutely drenched with his pre. He wanted to cum, something in the back of his mind wanting to cum from this, but the rest of him knew that this was a delicate process, and cumming would make him snap out of it.

"Obey...will you obey?" the voice asked him.

He nodded, and said, "Yes. Pet will obey."

The spirals of light slowly disappeared, one by one falling away and revealing more of the room that had been there before. For a brief moment, Angelo almost missed the comforting light of the circles and spirals, and he definitely missed the warm, assuring voice that told him what he was supposed to do. Why did the voice have to leave? He was just starting to like it all.

"My pet, are you ready to obey?" Angelo's ears perked up at the voice, and he looked one way, then another, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, his eyes settled on his master, his dragon, as he repeated himself. "Are you ready to obey?" The voice from the spiral lights was his master's? Of course! Why shouldn't it be? His master was the one he needed to obey, he was the one that knew everything about making a good pet into a better pet. And that explained why he wanted to obey even more, since he was already used to obeying his master for the most part.

He nodded eagerly. "Pet is ready to obey, master," he said in a quiet, servile voice. Wait, servile? Angelo shook his head, or tried to. What the heck? He was a good pet, yes, but he wasn't servile. And why couldn't he move his head? Opening his mouth to ask produced the same result. It wouldn't open, and his tongue wouldn't speak.

The dragon walked over to his chair and snapped the ropes holding him down with his claws. Angelo smiled, or tried to: his face didn't really want to respond. "You might be noticing something, pet," Draconicon said, bending over and slicing off the rope that bound Angelo's ankles. "You can't say or do anything without me telling you to do it. You're probably still thinking in there - not sure how the spell works with actual thoughts - but you can't actually do anything without me telling you to do it. I know how you are so camera shy, so I thought this might help you out with that. Plus, there are a couple of things we'll do off-camera that this will make sure you enjoy," the dragon said.

Despite the oddness of the situation, Angelo had to admit he was having fun. Being unable to move, or even speak without his master's command was really turning him on. He kind of wished that he could reach down and stroke himself, but again, that movement was denied to him. Master had really thought this through.

His eyes, basically the only thing that he could move freely, followed the dragon as he walked back to the camera. Draconicon patted it a few times, and opened it. He pulled out a tape, and examined it for a few minutes before putting it back in. "Yeah, there's enough left for a good hour of recording," he said. "That's more than enough for what we're going to do, don't you think, pet?"

Head nodding in automatic agreement, Angelo couldn't help feeling a little flash of nervousness. Being on camera, even for his master and mate, was difficult, and that was just when they were making 'home movies', making love to one another to watch later. What was his master going to make him do here, alone, when he was under hypnosis and couldn't say no?

"Stand up," Master ordered. Honestly, Angelo didn't know if he'd ever stood up from a chair faster in his life, knocking it down and back in his haste to be on his feet. His master chuckled, and he blushed a bit, thinking he'd done bad. "Don't worry about it, pet, but next time, just take your time. We don't have to hurry here." The little praise from his master was enough to make him grin, and that confused him too. Did the hypnosis do something else than just make him obey? The smile on his master's face made him feel better than usual, for some reason.

Draconicon adjusted the camera, making it look downwards. "Follow the camera, my pet," he said, and Angelo did, looking down. The camera traced a path down his body, following down his chest, over his chunky belly, past his raging hard-on, sliding around his swollen, throbbing, overly-full testicles, and stopping at his feet.

If he'd still had control over his body, he would have chuckled. Typical dragon.

"Pet." He jerked to attention, staring at the dragon once more. "Sit down, and start licking your feet. I want them completely groomed in a few minutes, got it?"

Even with the hypnosis, Angelo couldn't help blushing as he sat down, his balance a little shaky until he used one arm for support and the other to tug his left foot closer to his face. He could smell some of his sweat and musk on the pads and between the toes, and even though it was his own, he kinda liked it. He would have preferred master's feet in his face, but his own would do. Particularly with him being told to do it, the reminder of which made his cock spurt some pre onto his belly.

He took his first lick, dragging his tongue from his heel to his toes. "You love this, don't you pet," the dragon said. "You love licking feet, any feet. You prefer mine, but you love your own, too, don't you?" The questions were like commands in the raccoon's hypnotized mind, and he realized his master was right, surprisingly. His feet were...delicious! Sweaty, musky as they were, they were nevertheless delicious, and he moaned as he licked over the bottoms of them. He slid his tongue between his toes, tasting the little pools of musk and sweat collected there, and groaned softly. But he didn't paw himself. No, he couldn't touch his cock, not without the master's permission.

The raccoon was making love to his foot with his tongue, and the camera was catching each and every action. Each time he licked from toe to heel, each time he sucked on his toes, each time he moaned and shot pre at the taste of his feet was caught on tape.

And he didn't care.

The sweat ran out on his left foot, and he switched to his right, licking and nipping softly at the fur and pads on it to get all the musky flavor out. His tongue lapped rapidly at the toes, and between them. Angelo imagined that the thrusts of his tongue between his toes was the feeling of his master's cock using his feet for his pleasure, and that got his sex drive to skyrocket. Groaning softly as his imagination made it seem like it really was the dragon's cock against his feet, Angelo felt himself nearing climax.

"Stop."

And with no more warning than that, he did. Freezing for a second, Angelo slowly put his foot back down to the floor, and stood up. His cock throbbed, and his feet were slick with his spit, and he wanted to jerk off or do something with his master so badly, but even though he tried to move his hands forward, he failed. His arms just wouldn't move, no matter what he did.

Angelo stared as the dragon started to circle around to the back of the camera. A little whirr caught his attention, and he watched as the camera lens turned just a little bit. Zooming in, probably, the small, thinking part of his mind said. On what? His feet? Cock? Balls? Face? He didn't know, but he found himself blushing all the same.

Something like a cylinder rolled across the floor, stopping as it ran into his foot. "Pick it up, pet," Draconicon said, and he hurried to obey.

As he stood up, he looked at what his master had given him. Again, he blushed at it. A dildo, and not just any dildo, but one that was modeled precisely after his master's penis. A full twelve inches long, it had little bumps to match the scales that covered the dragon's member, making it more stimulating than the smooth flesh of a lot of mammal dicks. His favorite parts, though, were down at the base of the dildo. The familiar ridges that he'd felt who knew how many times in his hole were there, one every half inch for the bottom three or four inches. They would force his hole open, and then close again, only to be opened by the next ridge. Like a series of knots, almost, but more comfortable.

He looked up at his master again. The dragon gestured for him to sit down on the chair. "Spread your legs," he commanded as Angelo did so. The raccoon did. "Keep your legs out over the arms of the chair." He did that too, his legs moving on their own at the dragon's command. His hole was on perfect display for the camera now, and it puckered softly in anticipation for whatever command the dragon would give.

"Put the dildo in. Dry."

Angelo blanched at that, his eyes flicking back down to the massive phallus in his hands. Dry? He couldn't do that. Twelve inches was hard enough to take wet, and that wasn't even counting the three inches of thickness that forced him to use both hands to fully encompass the girth.

Despite that, his hand was already moving the dildo around. Angelo stared as his body betrayed him, and he fought a bit against his own body. His arms shivered lightly, trembling as they nearly paused, but the magic that held him hypnotized carried them along. The raccoon's hole twitched lightly at the touch of the dildo's head, and it felt a bit like it was burning as the broad tip of the dildo started slowly slipping into him.

Just as the stretching started to sting from the size and the fact that the dildo was going in dry, the dragon spoke again. "You don't sting from this," he said. "You don't hurt. You love this feeling. You love the feeling of your hole straining to take this. You want it to be dry. Lube makes it too easy. Pet must make himself better, must take the harder route. Pet must have it like this, so he can make himself better."

And just like that, the dildo didn't hurt anymore. Angelo gasped at the sudden pleasure that it gave him. The pressure inside him as his unprepared tailhole stretched around the dildo wasn't uncomfortable: it was great! The pressure just showed how tight he was, and the more pressure he felt, the tighter his hole must be. And the tighter his hole must be, the more pleasure the master must feel! Yes, yes, that was it! Angelo grinned as he realized that.

Besides, even as the dildo slid into him, it wasn't nearly as bad as he had thought it would be. Why did he fear it dry? He couldn't remember. There was a part of his butt that felt...overstretched...burning...but even that felt good to him. He grinned and giggled a bit at the way his hole felt, and kept pushing the dildo further and further into his rear.

The camera whirred softly as it was adjusted, and even though he continued to blush at the thought of his acts being recorded, he barely knew why anymore. The camera was showing what he did with his master. That was all. And it was an incredible turn on to have the thought of other people watching. Master wanted to show him off, so he would be shown off. And if he was going to be shown off, he would give master quite a show.

Curling his toes in ecstasy, Angelo let his head fall back as he moaned. The dildo was halfway in, and he wiggled it side to side, levering it in further and further. Part of the dildo rubbed over his prostate, and he knew that pre was squirting out of his cock and onto his belly. He could feel the warmth of his pre on his stomach, and he grinned. He would have picked it up and licked it from his fingers, if he could, but he was stuck with just using the dildo for now.

Not that it was a bad thing. He couldn't see his master very well in the darkness behind the camera, but he could hear the slap-slap-slap sound of a male pawwing off. Since he and his master were the only ones there, that could only mean that his master was the one enjoying himself. It wasn't the conditioning that made him feel pride, knowing that: it was all him. Making sure that his master was always having fun was part of his purpose in life.

All the hypnosis in the world couldn't stop the gasping moan of pleasure he felt as the first ridges of the dildo reached his hole, and slid inside. The slow restraint that had been sticking around, despite the hypnosis, vanished, and he started jamming that dildo further and further into him, faster than he had been. Caution was thrown to the winds by the randy little raccoon. Dry or lubed, those were the ridges that he loved, and he was going to have them in his hole right now!

He wasn't content to just use one hand to maneuver that dildo into his hole now. He needed to use them both...but he had another idea, something that would drive his master absolutely crazy. "M-m-master," he whispered. "May...may I use my feet to put the dildo in me?" he asked.

The camera stopped whirring, and the sound of his master's pawwing off ceased. For a second, Angelo wondered if he'd done something wrong. Should he have kept quiet? He didn't think that his request was all that unreasonable, but maybe he'd overstepped his boundaries.

"Pet..." His master paused, and Angelo perked up his ears. His body felt like it was on the edge of a cliff, waiting for a command to keep himself from jumping over. Or one to jump over, for that matter. Just a command, something that would tell him what to do so that he didn't have the emptiness of no thoughts.

"Pet, that is a brilliant idea! I can't believe I didn't think of it myself," Draconicon said, and Angelo grinned widely. He'd pleased his master again, and that was good. The dragon pointed at the dildo. "If you can grab it and manipulate it with your feet, start slamming it in and out as hard as you can! I want to see those huge balls bouncing from how hard you're pleasuring yourself with that thing."

Without thinking about it, Angelo obeyed. His legs bent upwards and his flexible, longer toes wrapped around the base of the dildo, gripping it tightly. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in-oh Gods that felt good! He panted as his feet shoved the dildo in up to the base, and almost tried to push it in further. So fast, too; it had slid in so fast that he hadn't even been able to prepare himself for it, couldn't have tightened himself to make it more difficult even if he wanted to. And his feet were already pulling it back for another thrust.

This time he watched as it slammed in at blurring speed, slamming him back in his chair, almost making his head bump against the back of the chair. Not that he would have felt it if he had, Angelo dimly realized. He was too into this, too absorbed by the sensations of being filled with the beautifully thick dildo. Even as his feet started pulling the dildo back, his hips humped forward against it, humping his hole deeper onto it, setting his balls to bouncing just like his master had asked.

Again, he could feel his orgasm welling up in his balls, his cock throbbing and bouncing with the need to cum. He needed to let himself loose this time, really needed it. Angelo panted softly, his feet thrusting the dildo in fast and hard, his breath coming in pants. His balls were drawing up, this was it, he was going to-

"Stop. Do not cum."

Angelo could have shouted in frustration, but the hypnosis kept him from doing that. Instead, he pinched the base of his cock with one hand, the other pulling his balls down a bit as his feet pulled the dildo free. It dropped to the floor with a clutter, rolling away from him. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, and he couldn't help whimpering a little bit. He was so close. Just one more thrust of the dildo would have been enough to send him over the edge. Why had his master stopped him again?

He watched as the dragon picked up the dildo and set it on some table, or a nightstand, or something like that. It wasn't that important, compared to the fact that his master was moving around. He had to pay attention, wait for an order. No, it was more than that. He needed an order, and soon.

The dragon walked quietly around him, sometimes leaning in and adjusting a bit of Angelo's fur, sometimes touching at part of Angelo's body - usually around the nipples or his crotch, but sometimes at the butt - but never speaking. The silence was so powerful, and Angelo was so starved for a command that he managed to push himself against his master's touches, feeling them as some form of attention that he desperately needed. Yes, the touches were good, but he needed to be told what to do! He couldn't remember that he had been so close to orgasm just a few seconds ago. He couldn't remember that the dragon had denied him that. He just needed to be told something to do, and the dragon was the only one that would and could command him.

But he wouldn't, for some reason. He just kept walking around him, touching here and there but never speaking. For a few seconds, he even kneeled down and stroked a finger over the raccoon's foot in a tickling way. Even that didn't get a reaction out of him, other than pressing his foot more against the dragon's touch, not even making him laugh.

Slowly, his master walked away from him. He stopped by the camera, and hit the off button. The little red light that had been on the entire time blinked off, and the camera was taken off its tripod and put out of the way. Angelo couldn't see where the dragon put it in the shadows, but he kinda wished that it was still on. Oh well. He would just have to deal with getting pleasure the normal way, by following commands.

Draconicon kneeled down in front of his chair, and Angelo would have giggled if he remembered how, or if he could have broken through the hypnosis. Something about his master kneeling like he was the royalty was weird. Really weird. Draconicon looked into his eyes, and said, "Consider yourself free from the hypnosis spell for now. Look me in the eyes, and let your mouth run free. But don't move," the dragon said hurriedly. "Only your head is free, in fact, and with that, only your mouth. Now speak."

The dragon hadn't commanded him to be truthful, but Angelo could be nothing else with his master. Grinning, even as the rest of his face stayed hypnotically neutral, the raccoon said, "Oh, you have no idea how much I love this, master! This is so freaking awesome! I never thought you could really do this, but I want you to do this to me as much as you can. Well, not as much as you can, but a lot. Three times a week? Maybe four? I want to be your little slutty, subby, mind controlled pet, whenever I-"

"Stop," Draconicon said. The word was all that was needed to make Angelo glue his lips shut again, even though there was a lot more that he wanted to say to the grinning dragon. He stood up and patted the raccoon's cheek. "I'm glad that you like this so much, my pet. It was something I wasn't entirely sure you'd like, but I'm glad I guessed right. New kinks are getting harder and harder to find for the pair of us."

The echo of his own thoughts made Angelo smile inside. "Stand up," Draconicon commanded, and Angelo did so, walking over to the dragon when his master gestured for him to do so. "Bend over." He did that to, letting his master do the tail raising when he was in position. He felt the dragon's strong, broad hands rubbing around his rump, pressing at the chubby cheeks, making him pant softly as his arousal was re-kindled. The sudden spank of the dragon's hand helped that along, too, even though he would have yelped at the force, if he had been able to control his own body. "It's pretty plain after all that we've been doing - foot dildo thrusting, licking your own feet on camera, and all that - but I want to finish the evening with a good bit of old fashioned, doggy style lovemaking. Let's start now, hmm?"

Angelo grinned as he felt his master's cock press against the sensitive, puckering hole between his cheeks, and clenched down on the dragon's cock head as it slipped inside. Oh, gods, that was so big, so good...he would have slammed his hips back on the dragon's cock already if he was free. He wanted that big piece of meat buried in him, and he wanted it in him, deep, leaking, and hot, right - freaking - now!

But his master was a patient dragon, and despite his body's begging for his shaft, his master was taking his time. His hands gripped tight the raccoon's chunky hips, slowly guiding it back at his pace, inch by slow inch being sheathed in Angelo's depths. Little drops of pre touched his inner walls, hot and slick, and even the hypnosis on him wasn't enough to keep him quiet now.

Hot, slick dragon cock pressed in further, and further, and Angelo shivered as he felt his master's tip plumb his depths. As best as he could measure it, that was about five inches in so far. Just another inch, and then he'd feel his master's ridges, the little bumps up and down the lower half of the dragon's cock. His member jumped just at the thought of those things, how they would flutter his tailhole open and closed, forcing it wide, letting it close, and then forcing it open again. Oh, such a good feeling...

There. That was the first ridge pressing against his hole now. Angelo had felt them inside so many times by now that he didn't think he could ever forget them. It slowly pushed his hole wide, the strain forcing him to clamp down on it involuntarily. The dragon moaned over his head, and Angelo grinned in his head at the knowledge that he was causing his master pleasure. His master was almost drooling, and his hot breath against the back of the raccoon's neck was all Angelo needed to know that he was giving his master the time of his life. The hot, slick, copious pre in his rear didn't hurt, either.

"Tighten up, pet," the dragon said. With a grin, Angelo did so, clenching down on the shaft in his rear. It felt like the dragon's cock had actually gotten twice as large. He knew it hadn't, but after squeezing down that hard, it kind of felt like it had. Weird. Not weird? What was he thinking about? He wasn't sure. The hypnosis made it hard to think about anything but the pleasure that he felt from having dick in his butt.

And there was a lot of pleasure to think about, particularly as the dragon's ridges kept shoving their way in.

Draconicon's panting breath blew past his neck, the hot, harsh respiration only exciting him further. Even though his hypnosis kept him from doing anything but clenching down on his master's cock, keeping him still for the lovemaking, Angelo imagined that he was leaning back, pressing his neck against his master's lips, feeling his master nipping lightly at his sensitive flesh.

The thought of that, and the feeling of Draconicon slowly pulling out of his rear again, making those ridges force his hole open again, was enough to push Angelo over the edge to his climax. Though he was silent except for another moan, his cock leaped, jerked as he shot his load. In his bent over position, part of it hit his belly, and a second later, his face, leaving his musky, salty seed against his lips and chubby middle. He would have giggled a little bit at that if he had his voice and body under his control.

But his master wasn't done. Far from it. After all, how could the dragon be done after just one thrust? Was it just one thrust? Angelo wasn't quite sure, but he was pretty sure that it was. Yes, one thrust. Just one thrust. Stamina was something that Draconicon had a lot of, so of course he wouldn't be done with just one.

Draconicon's next thrust almost shoved Angelo off of his feet, it was so powerful. The dragon's hips slammed into him with enough force to shove him forward a step, despite his command to be still. The next thrust was more forceful still, lifting him off of the ground for a second, and the third, combined with the dragon pulling him up by the back of his thighs, did pick him up from the floor. His back pressed against the dragon's chest, the raccoon was used as a toy, his master's arms lifting him up and down along his master's cock.

Panting softly as the dragon licked the back of his neck, Angelo went along for the ride. As if he could do anything else, his nearly-buried free will said before it was forgotten again. Scaly hands lifted him up and down, the fingertips digging into his thighs for a better grip, so tightly that it was almost painful. His master's teeth pricked his neck lightly, and he heard his master whisper, "Mmm, such a good little pet...a perfect pet...a submissive slut...and all mine...always mine...forever mine...My...little...chubby boi."

All at once, they both exploded into their orgasms, Draconicon biting down onto the raccoon's shoulder, and Angelo chirring like crazy as he went into his second orgasm. His master's hot, thick seed rushed into his butt. He could feel himself heating up, and he wouldn't have been surprised if he got stretched out even more by the sheer volume of the dragon's orgasm, if there was any room to stretch after taking the dragon's dick so far up his rear. He did feel some of the cum dripping out of his hole, onto the dragon's balls and groin, and wondered if his master would order him to clean that up.

It took his master a full minute and a half to finally stop cumming and pull Angelo off of him. Tightening up his hole again so he wouldn't make a mess, Angelo realized that he was finally out of the hypnosis spell. It was kind of weird to be back to normal, after being unable to think clearly or control his own body for a time. "That was...intense," the raccoon said with a shake of his head.

"Glad to see the release from the spell works as well the second time." Draconicon said. Turning around, Angelo watched as the dragon started dabbing cum off of his cock and genital slit.

Chuckling, he took the cloth from the dragon and bent down. "Let me," he said, gently washing off his master's member. He slipped the edge of the cloth just a little bit inside of the dragon's slit, grinning a little bit at the gasp it caused. Hey, he needed a little bit of revenge on the dragon after what he'd been put through.

Revenge...

"Master, if I may ask a request, there's someone I'd like you to use that mind control stuff on."

"I'd love to, my pet. Who do you have in mind?"

Grinning wider than he had in the last...oh, five minutes, Angelo started detailing his plan to the dragon as he continued washing off his master's cock.

~~~

Come Monday, Angelo was back in the store, and was waiting for the bullies to come back around again. They always cut college on Mondays, so he was pretty sure that they would be back to make a mess again, or cause more grief. Yet, he was smiling, and he just couldn't stop.

Sure enough, the troublemakers came by again. Huck the coyote and his bobcat and fox friend strutted through the door, almost slamming it as they opened it. They were so focused on Angelo, though, that they didn't notice someone behind them shut it, and they were so loud with their chatting back and forth that they didn't hear the little click of the door locking.

"Well, well, look at who's still here. The fatso's still trying to sell this cra-OW!" Huck shouted as he clapped a hand to the back of his head. He looked back at his cronies, and glared at them. "Who pulled my hair?!" Angelo had to stifle a grin and chuckle at the confused looks he got in return, keeping a straight face as Huck turned around again.

"What the hell was that, loser?" the coyote asked. Angelo said nothing, just watching over the bobcat's and fox's shoulders as they jumped, feeling a hair pulled from their heads as well, turning around and looking here and there for the cause. "I said, what the hell was that, you f-"

"Be quiet, Huck," Angelo said with a shake of his head. He turned to a little magazine that he had open on the counter, looking through a couple of pages in it. "I really don't like yelling in my store."

The coyote stared at him. Angelo knew that this was different than how he normally acted with the three bullies, so this was probably really weird to Huck. Of course, there was a second possible cause for the staring, he thought with a smile, looking past the three bullies at Draconicon. The dragon had an almost insufferably smug look on his face, but Angelo could forgive his master that, this time.

After all, who wouldn't be smug after mentally enslaving three bullies, particularly ones that had been the bane of his life for weeks? "Now, why don't we all have some fun?" Angelo said, stepping out from behind the counter and tossing the magazine, How To Treat Your Slaves, to the dragon. "Shall we get started?"