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It was like any other night...at first. The house was all quiet and you finally got some time with your boyfriend. He had his own little apartment and it had a picturesque window looking out over the city. It was one of those apartments where the kitchen was attached to the living space and it was unclear where one ended and another began. Both of you were cuddled on the couch and he was touching the top of your head. His hand was gentle and soft. It was different...being a human when he was a hulking animal man.

His eyes looked down at your relaxed form and a warm smile crossed his lips. “Hey, thanks for watching that movie with me…”

Ahhh, that’s right.

The movie.

It was nothing too spectacular. It was good for a quick Saturday night action flick. It was even hard to remember the title. That wasn’t important at the moment. The feeling of your head rising and falling on his bear belly and his long, slow breaths were calm and slow. There was a storm brewing on the horizon of your boyfriend’s flat. Lightning flashed and shadows of the massive skyscrapers were visible at the snap of a finger but then they were gone as quick as they came. The thunder that rumbled shook the apartment building and rain pitter-pattered against the window. The panoramic windows blinds up to prevent obscuring the view.

The whip crack of lightning followed by the clap of thunder rustled you out of your comfortable spot on your boyfriend’s lap. The bear chuckled and scratched your head.

“Did you like the movie?”

You give a small yawn and stretch your arms and legs. The leather of the couch on your underwear clad body feels cool which contrasts with the warmth radiating from your bear boyfriend.

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“You slept through a good portion.”

“It is because you cuddle too well.”

The bear rolled his eyes and scoffed. “It was a fantastic movie. One of my favorites.”

You smack your lips, nuzzling into his pecs and looked up. If you had a tail, it would be wagging. Your heart beat synced with the bear’s own and took your thoughts away from the storm outside. The rain that was lightly hitting the panoramic windows outside started to streak across the glass. It drenched the glass and the large drops rolled down. When the lightning flashed across the sky, the drops glowed an eerie blue.

“You aren’t actually annoyed, are you?”

He smiled. “Of course not, hun.”

His massive paw came down to stroke your cheek. The sensitive pads fell across your soft skin and caressed your cheek. His deep brown eyes looked into yours. They had such a nice color. They reminded you of those small caramel bites that would be displayed in a candy window.

There was another bright flash followed by a rumbling. It would have been a terrifying storm if he wasn’t there. Everything felt better when he was by your side. Peter saw your pondering look and your boyfriend only knew you were thinking of something when the lightning brightened up your eyebrows.

“Something on your mind?”

His hand moved down to your chest and rubbed across it. The tee shirt you were wearing prevented his hand from touching your chest. It was like a ghost of a touch. The paw started to move more to your belly and the bear’s muscles flexed as he leaned forward. In his athletic tanktop and gym shorts, he had the maneuverability to give your belly a rub.

“Mmmmm, nothing too much,” you replied and moved your body up to the armrest of the couch. The touch started to move lower and was right above your groin. Your breath hitched for a moment and Peter brought his hand back up to your chest.

“You are suddenly awake,” he teased and wrapped his arms around you. He practically lifted you up into his arms to bring you close enough that his warm breath was against your neck. Peter’s breath was a mixture of a breath mint and the dinner he made for both of you. The warmth moved behind your ear and tickled your ear lobe.

The heartbeat in your chest began to speed up. It thundered like a hard rhythm and your vision started to tunnel to the massive beast holding you. If he wanted to, he could pull you towards him and then snap you in half. His arms were three times larger than yours and his body had evidence of his football days. Now that he was a little older, the muscles that made up his core had turned into more of a belly which was just as good as hard muscle.

“I can’t help it. You know how things are in the morning…”

Peter’s eyes flicked to your crotch and could see it tenting. He smiled and his paw went back down to your groin. He wrapped his hand around the denim and clutched your maleness in his hands.

“You aren’t different after naps either, it seems,” Peter smiled and his mouth started to move towards yours. As you closed the distance, it was like you both were suspended in time. There was nowhere else you wanted to be and there was no one else you would rather be with.. His lips brushed against yours and there was a momentary pause. You gave a small sigh and you reopened your eyes.The teasing was starting to get to be too much.

“You aren’t going to kiss me?”

“You know the rules…”

You chuckled. Peter always had his way. The two of you had a wonderful, loving relationship. Your parents were so happy that you found someone who was around your age and had a wonderful job. You were thrilled when he came over for Christmas to share the presents and eat with your family.

But if your family knew what kind of things you two did behind closed doors….

His smile was contagious. Your chuckle turned into more of a devilish grin and another lightning strike lit up the sparkles of interest in your eyes.

“Maybe I need a reminder…”

You smiled. Although there was now a serious expression on his face, you know just how to push the bear’s buttons. He liked when you pushed back. It was just talking to a wall with you; you knew how to give him something to work towards. Peter leaned closer and his beautiful, brown eyes started to look…different.

He did not look intimidating or threatening. He just had a cocky grin on his face. His white teeth glimmered in front of your face and he kept his gaze. At first, the changes were subtle. Your arms started to relax and your heart beat began to slow. Although you were conscious, the thoughts that you had started to blur together like someone was in your skull and mixing them together with a spoon.

Every blink you took started to have a weight behind it but it wasn’t unpleasant. The feeling of the cool leather against your legs, the artificial light that came down overhead, and the rumbling thunder felt like it was stepping into the background. The only thing that mattered was the gaze of your boyfriend in front of you. He was your everything, after all.

And you knew what was happening.

Peter had a talent. Embarrassingly, it was something that was attractive to you. The bear could capture someone with his gaze and set them into a form of hypnosis. Not just that, but certain words could trigger the hypnotic spell. He could choose just about anyone he wanted. Peter could sense others who had such a talent but it was rare enough that they only popped up every once and a while. Of course, Peter behaved. After all, he couldn’t hypnotize just anyone. The furthest he could get was fatigue. It was enough that Peter had a lucrative job as a sleep therapist and his clients were always thankful for the restful sleep they would get after seeing him. Evenyou had a video of Peter talking you to sleep. After taking his blood, they found a small gene on his 5th chromosome that had a nucleotide switch. It was enough to give him the ability.

Now, it was not like he could do his talent with anyone. The person of interest had to consent to it. The bear reached his first barrier; a psychological one at that.

The fog around your mind started to thicken but it was as if it had hit a crescendo. You smiled dopely, still having some control over the situation. The best way to describe the feeling was a buzz. A warm tingling that threatened to shoot fully down your nervous system and crash over you like an ocean. But you were holding that ocean back with what was the psychological equivalent of your pinky finger.

“If you want me, you have to accept me…”

You snorted. “Oh, I know the rules, babe.”

“Mmmm, then why are you resisting me?”

“Because I like it when you don’t get what you want immediately.”

Peter gave a low, playful growl and lunged towards you. His paw wrapped around your throat. It was not hard enough to cut off your air but enough to shock you. Your body felt as if it was dipped in a bucket of ice for a split second. The warm tingle from before started to feel so inviting. It was like a small campfire in an icy tundra. Your mind wondered and then it crashed over you. The warmth spread through you. The fire shot through your muscles and one by one, it started to relax each of them. Your arms fell down to your sides and your leg muscles relaxed.

With each beat of your heart, your consciousness started to fade little by little.

Your body was up against the armrest of the couch and you looked up at your boyfriend. He had a wide smirk on his face, knowing full well that you were starting to slowly sink into a hypnotic spell. You were like a spider caught in a web trap. You could feel your consciousness slipping and the warmth that was small to begin with intensify. The mind fog that gripped you had waned for a moment like a tide coming back into the ocean before splashing over your every thought.

“Good boy. Just let me have you…” Peter whispered seductively into your ear. There was something hard pushing against your thigh and you knew what it was immediately.

“Yeeessss sir,” you managed to slur out as the bear took control. His belly rubbed up against yours and it felt electrifying. The most mundane touches and colors appeared so wonderful to you like it was all new. The dorky smile you gave your lover made him chuckle and a paw came down to your cheek. You were in Peter’s hands now. It wasn’t that you did not have a say in the matter; you were just much more receptive to whatever your boyfriend wanted. That fire that burned inside of you threatened to burst out of you and your cock throbbed so painfully in your jeans that it was threatening to burst out.

“You will tap me three times if you feel this is too much. Do you agree?”

You nod.

“Good boy.”

There was a burst of warm reception through your nervous system.

“Thank you, sir…”

Peter smiled lovingly and got up off of you. He scooted over to the other end of the couch and spread his legs. He unbuttoned his pants and leveraged his body so he could shuffle his pants off. Spreading his legs, you could see the sizeable bulge in his dark blue briefs. They weren’t anything too special but they cupped his package and brought it up and out. You could make out two round arms underneath the blue spire.

“Strip and kneel, pup.”

You do as you are told.

Your clothes are kicked off to the side and you kneel down in front of your boyfriend’s spread legs. His bulge looks so inviting. It throbs in its cloth cage and Peter’s beautiful eyes look at your thoughtfully. He knows that you cannot do anything until he tells you to and the commands he gives were limitless. You were in his control and he knew it. His right footpaw came down onto your hard cock and he gave it a light push to bring it up to your abs. He always enjoyed how there was no sheath for your member and that he could watch it flop around whenever you were soft but that was not the case now. You were fully hard and there was a small dribble of pre-cum rolling down the bottom of your shaft.

“Come closer.”

You move your body closer until you can smell the light musk coming from the bear’s crotch. It wasn’t overwhelming but also was not ignorable. It was almost like a light spice. Something that made you want to get closer. You felt his huge right mitt cup the back of your head and push you forward. In your groggy state, your nose touched the area where his balls met his taint.

“Take a whiff.”

You were not in any position to argue. The musk filled your nose and made its way down to your lungs. It filled every breath you took and your brain reacted accordingly. You took another long breath and your cock throbbed between your legs. Pre leaked down onto the floor but Peter paid no mind to it. The grin he had was enough for you. When lightning shot across the sky, the bear’s eyes lit up in the strike and you had enough sense to notice the color. The wheat brown that was there before was mixed with a soft yellow. Like the color was trying to take over the iris but could not make it all the way through.

You paid no mind to it and took another long whiff.

“Enough,” Peter’s voice boomed. The voice was like when the driver of a vehicle suddenly hit the breaks. You kept your nose right in the crook, not daring to breathe too much. His gaze was locked with yours and he made sure you were watching him.

“I think it is time I take this off…”

He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it off of his body. You watched with awe as your boyfriend revealed his fuzzy pecs and small belly he had. He did not overeat but his genetics and body predisposition did give him a small tummy. The muscle he had from sports lingered on his arms and chest and Peter’s regular workouts helped maintain it to some degree.

“What do you say, pup? Do you like how I look?”

Peter flexed his right arm, lifting it up and placing his hand on the back of his head to show off the pit underneath. You could already smell the musk coming from it. It was different from his crotch musk. Somehow, it had a stronger smell to it. Although you knew what Peter had planned, the fog in your mind told you to stay put. The bliss from the hypnosis surged through you to keep you in place. Obedience felt so wonderful.

“I love how you look, sir,” you said without a moment to think. He smiled and his toothy smirk told you he was plotting something. There was nothing holding you back from whatever pleasures he wanted. That was what he loved about his power.

“You are such a good boy. I’m glad you are okay with this…”

He beckoned you up to him.

“Sniff my pits and clean them.”

You were elated. Your body moved on its own accord and you straddled his lap. You did not see your boyfriend’s expression but you could feel his excitement poking at your ass when you leaned forward and took a long, heavy whiff of his pits. The smell was nice. It reminded you of your place and where you belonged. The storm was just starting to subside outside but the thumping of your heart in your chest and the warmth that spread through your body pushing you on raged inside of you. It was your own, personal storm.

The smell was so exotic but so familiar. It combined with your very being. The fog that was in your mind fought against the penetrating musk and smell. It was the same scent of Peter’s shirts that he would let you borrow from time to time. Your tongue moved out of your mouth and towards his pit. You licked across it, tasting sweat on the fur along with the natural earthiness underneath. If you were lucid, you may have put up more of a fight but now your full focus could be on your boyfriend. The small bursts of pleasure were egging you on. The fact that they went to your cock after was icing on the perverted cake.

Beads of your pre dripped onto your boyfriend’s naked chest and rolled down his belly. The bear took his left hand down to scoop some of it up and brought it to his open muzzle. He licked off the sample you provided for him with eager gusto.

You did not focus on his muzzle. You continued to clean him but added a couple more kisses to his pit. Peter would give a pleased rumble when your soft lips met his pit fur and you felt the vibrations through his chest and abs. Peter did not seem to mind the constant leaking that came from your cock and would occasionally bring his left hand down to scoop up more pre and gorge himself on it.

“I love how much you pre, puppy. Now, do the other pit.”

The results were similar to the first. He brought his left hand back and his arm flexed. You dug in. Even in your hazy state, you could tell he was satisfied with the lewd slurps and kisses you made on his pit and the drool you left behind. It was the cool, refreshing feeling of the saliva you left behind that made Peter’s cock jump in his briefs.

When you were finished, you smelled like him. It was all over you. If you went outside and in the pouring rain, it would not be enough to wash off his scent from your face. The musk stuck to you and claimed you. You knew that even if you used soap, there would still be a bit of musk left behind which connected you to your lover. It was reassuring. Like a warm blanket or a hand on your shoulder. Something that told you where you needed to be.

“Get off me and kneel again, puppy.”

You obeyed once again and you were back down between the bear’s legs. You did not take the position you were in before and kept your nose away from his crotch and the stud smiled.

He grabbed the waistband of his briefs and you took a snapshot of the moment. The wet spot that had formed on the crotch was displaced and the root of his thick cock came into view as he teasingly pulled at his undies. He watched you like a predator watches prey.

“Come closer.”

You moved until your nose was right at the base of his cock. He started to pull more at his underwear until with a final pull, his cock flopped out. Pre streaked across your cheek and his uncut bear dick flopped upward to slap against his belly. He grabbed his dick with his right hand to bring it forward and pointed the thick head of his cock at you like a barrel of a weapon.

His balls were still housed in the underwear and two large, orange-sized balls filled the pouch.

“Service me, pup. Suck my cock.”

“Yes sir,” you said breathily and your head moved forward. Your lips wrapped around the head of his dick and your soft, warm embrace met his hard member. The eager service pup inside of you used your tongue to lick the tip of his cock and across the sensitive nerves. Peter hummed approvingly at your actions and placed a hand on the back of your head before bringing his huge legs up and around your neck. The weight of his legs felt nice on your shoulders and you were surrounded by his beefy thighs as he rested his lower body weight on you.

“Mmmm, keep going, slut.”

You moved down his shaft little by little and admired his size. The hypnosis that worked your brain over made you take more than you could swallow and you gagged around his thick maleness. The hand that was around the back of your head moved to tap your right cheek.

A claw dug into your skin which made you stop and pull away. You took a long gasp of air, the bear’s thick shaft making your throat feel a bit tender.

“Go slow, handsome. Enjoy yourself.”

“Yes sir.”

Your mouth went back over the head of his cock and Peter gave a pleased look on his face.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes flicked to his and when your pupils connected, you felt a jolt shoot through your body and down your spine. Your mind dropped further into a haze. It was like you were a spectator for your own body. You had never felt so in touch with your senses yet so disconnected.

By instinct, your mouth traveled further down your bear’s shaft. The sound of Peter’s breathing reached your ears along with the rain that hit the window. The lightning and thunder stopped and left you as dark silhouettes. It was such an intimate moment between you two. The control was completely in his hands and your mouth was now pleasantly around the shaft of his cock.

“Keep going, pup…right to the baseeeee….”

He gave a long huff when his cock was squeezed by your nimble throat muscles and you could feel his clothed balls right up against your chin. The warmth that radiated off of his body mixed with yours. He could feel your warm breath against his crotch fuzz and he patted the back of your head.

“You feel amazing….now take it.”

He rolled his hips back and you followed.

“Stay.”

You didn’t move a muscle and he had his way. In and out his cock pivoted into your mouth. You could taste the pre that pooled on your tongue and each push inward put it to the back of your throat. It was salty, but not unpleasant and each thrust sent sparks of pleasure.

“So good. Such a good pup. Gonna get a big treat if you keep that up…”

Your cock throbbed between your legs at the idea of your mouth getting filled with his load. He started to thrust faster into your mouth. Your body was like a fleshlight for him. Nothing more than a vessel that he could do what he pleased with in your state of mind. There was no other place for you than between his legs and worshiping his body and you wanted nothing more to give your bear what he wanted.

After all, you did not have a choice in the matter.

“Glumph….glurg…hrrrrk…”

There were some gags of protest from you as he started to thrust deeper into your throat. He used his thighs to keep you in place as he thrusted up into your mouth and the mix of pre and saliva stuck to his balls as he used you.

“Fuuuck…”

The moan was music to your ears. Your heart filled up with passion right when the noise of his pleasure reached your ears. It was euphoric and your orgasm was moments away from shooting out of you, but there was something holding you back. That fog…it was so pervasive. Getting into the very mechanisms that would lead to your climax and have you finish, it permeated every one of your thoughts and feelings. The pleasure you gave your boyfriend relieved it but it wasn’t enough.

“Mmmmmmmmm…”

You drooled around the cock in your mouth. The mechanically movements of your body were robotic. At this point, you had to get your boyfriend off. It was imperative that…

“Cum for me.”

Whatever thoughts you had were shattered. The flames deep inside of you doubled in strength and the fog cleared. The hypnosis you were under stopped like a hurricane that surrounded your thoughts was now in the eye of the storm. The momentary consciousness that flew over you was enough for you to feel the climax that blew out of you.

The yell you made was primal; if only it wasn’t muffled by the bear cock lodged down your throat. It was as if all resources in your body were being pumped straight to your cock. Shot after shot of thick, hot cum spread over the floor and splattered against the couch. The bear using your throat gave a hot, long growl and you knew what was about to happen.

Peter huffed and as your cock hopped and drooled out the last of your orgasm, his was just getting started. He pumped as he came and you lost count as he filled the back of your throat. You swallowed, making sure to take his full load like a good boy. His hips moved instinctively, hilting with his mate and his thighs flexed and held you still.

“Mmmmm….god. I needed that.”

You could tell he did. Especially when he pulled out and finished the last few shots right on your face.

“Ahhh, babe…”

“Heh, sorry stud. You know I like marking you.”

You smiled. Your face covered in cum and your mouth tasting like your boyfriend. It was salty but not unpleasant and especially worth it when he pulled you up into his arms. You two kissed passionately. Your lips smacked together as rain beat against the windows and a fire burned inside of you again.

This time though, it was without the hypnosis.

“You did not hit my eye. I’m thankful for that.”

“You know I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know.”

You cuddled with Peter and snuggled into his large frame. Your breathing started to slow, the soft warmth radiating over you and bringing you to a relaxed state. The rain on the window started to bring you away as Peter’s hand stroked the top of your head. Although you were messy and smelled of bear pit, there was no place you would rather be. You felt a familiar tingle move through you and you looked up to see Peter looking at you with an intense gaze.

“Sleep now. You’ll need your rest for tomorrow morning.”

Before you were pulled under, you managed to smile. “Of course, sir.”