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Arthur's Middy Night Ride

By: The Hypnotized Quill, 03/08/2022

Arthur got ready to go to the clubs, again. He was a sophomore in college and he hadn't been able to score even once. He'd gotten to grope up a gal but when he tried to push forward for sex, even just head, she told him he would find a nice hot dom guy to top him, and that he should just give up on trying to pretend to be straight. That was...strange...

He sighed and slid on the polo shirt over his flat chest and lean, toned stomach. He was only about five foot 2 and a hundred something pounds. Most of the weight was on his thighs, hips and rear. He was definitely bottom heavy, relative to his mass. He slid on jeans that were just a bit too snug in the seat and not quite as snug as he would wish in the groin, put on cologne and styled up his hair. The twink bat smiled at himself in the mirror, satisfied with his looks. He grabbed his wallet, keys, a couple condoms and his phone. He had several messages on Telegram from some random number, the dude calling himself "Master Hypnos" or something, claiming he was a classmate. He ignored the messages asking if he was going to the bars tonight.

Unbeknownst to the young twink, he had been cursed at some point. He had spurned the wrong girl, a witch, so she cursed him to attract nothing but bad luck with women and constant attention from men, specifically dominant men. It'd been this way since middle school apparently, always getting rejected by girls and swarmed by boys. He breathed deeply of his own high end cologne and went out onto the streets, wearing a stylish coat, looking like a wannabe jock or prep. He made his way down to the college fave hangout club "Twist 'n Shape," a dance club with a 50's aesthetic. He walked into the large club and his phone buzzed. "So you did come to the club. good. I have a surprise for you." It was him again. Was he stalking the bat? Arthur responded back, "look dude, whoever you are, I told you I'm not gay, I'm not into dudes or even girls with dicks. Leave me alone. I'll block you." Suddenly his phone flickered, a quick bright flash from the camera. He was dazed for a moment. When his eyes recovered there was a picture there, of the face he had just made, a mindless, drooling face. "You look so cute when you blank out." He frowned.... Why did that sensation feel familiar? Wait... it started to come back to him...

He remembered that a few times he got a flash from his phone... and then wound up naked in the bathroom in the middle of cumming while huffing his own musky underwear, which became muskier when he went a few days without washing down there as thoroughly as he normally did and wearing them constantly. He remembered something... and then it faded away. "So cute that you think you can deny me." came the message.

"Dude! I'm blocking you." He audibly snarled. Master Hypnos's status went from online to recording audio and a small audio message was sent. Without pausing to think about it he tapped the play button. His ear buds crackled with static, something more than just interference, and a warm, smooth, deep male voice spoke into his ears. " Good boys obey and get hard. Good boys dance."

His eyes went half-lidded. He held the microphone icon and said in a soft, empty voice, "Good boys obey...."

A weasel behind him turned around with a frown, "What did you say?" But he didn't answer. He slipped his phone into his shirt pocket and went to the dance floor.

There were two dozen people on the tiled dance floor, different tiles lighting up in a rainbow of colors to the rhythm of the music. The steady, slowly changing color lights lent to the dance floor an eerie, hypnotic feel. He began to dance, swaying his hips, dropping them low, dance moves for women and femgays. He swayed into sensual dance moves, running a paw through his thick, fluffy hair, wings stretching out as he danced, almost high on the sensation...

He next had a memory of being at the bar, with water and a mojito, sipping the alcoholic drink and gulping the water. He didn't know how long he'd been dancing, but he was parched.... His phone buzzed and he pulled it free from his pocket, checking it. It showed a video of him dancing from the 2nd floor, with guys leering at him on the edges of the video, one of them even having groping feels of his ass and chest. men grinding on him on the dance floor. He was shocked and furious. He went to call over a bartender, to report the harassment when a message came through on his phone. He checked it instinctively. "Bad boy. No tattling." Then came a video that downloaded and played itself, a swirling mass of colors, an audio message next. "Bad boys get punished, bad boys lose their mind." In that same voice, but with an edge. "Midnight Slumber." He dropped like a dead weight into an endless abyss of pleasure and sleep. He no longer had control of his body or mind, only a passenger as his conditioned subconscious took over.

"Middy is awake, Master," came the reply from Arthur's phone.

"Good boy. Come to the 2nd floor, bring a mojito for yourself, a whiskey on the rocks for me, and... get the midnight special, too. Your treat."

"Of course, master," came the response, a smile on his lips, even as he tried to struggle free of the deep, soft, satin-feeling prison he was shunted into in his own mind.

"I'll have another mojito, a whisky on the rockets, and a Midnight Special," he said, in a softer, femmy tone. The bartender blinked, looked him up and down and smirked.

"Hypnos got ya? Damn, I woulda liked you to myself. Midnight Special coming up." He put a small covered container and a midnight black bottle of something heavy and sloshing into a bag already full of things, and handed it over. The bat hung it over one arm and took the drinks and went upstairs. "Heh. That little faggot's not leaving here straight, I tell ya," the badger said to a weasel next to him, both chuckling. They'd once had a run in with Master Hypnos in their freshman years.

The club had an office upstairs where the owners could keep an eye on the dancefloor and bar, making sure no one was doing anything too bad. There were also apparently "playrooms." Arthur had never been up here, nor did he know about the playrooms... but Middy did. Middy had been coming here every other Friday and "playing" with Master Hypnos. Master hadn't wanted Arthur to know yet, wanted to toy with him, getting confused looks photographed and added to a collection.

The bat went to playroom 3. There was smoke wafting from under the door. He opened it and groaned as he was hit with the scents of heavy cigar smoke and musk, musk so potent that the bat trembled almost violently and bit his lip, his balls aching, his cock sliding out of his sheathe, unable to go soft while he was being a good boy.. He groaned and cooed, stepping forward into the red-lit room. That smooth, husky voice came from inside of the swirling smoke. "Good boy. Such a good boy letting Arthur sleep. Is he aware?"

"Yes, Master. I feel him struggling. Can't we put him fully away in the box?"

"Mmm... not tonight. I've had my fun with him so far.... And you. Oral, teasing, pictures, fingering... no. Tonight I'm claiming the entirety of Arthur Blackwing, Arty and Middy," came the low, aroused rumble from the person in the smoke. "Come in, you're letting the muskleaf smoke out," he chided Middy who shut the door tight and locked it. "Good boy," came another praise, and another hard ache in his boxer-briefs.

The male came into focus, as he always did, a bluish gray wolf with white on his stomach and inner thighs. He wore a leather harness, hat, gloves, boots, and studded bracers. "How was your week?" Master Hypnos asked with a knowing smile, turning his paw in a way that let Arthur take a gasp, being given control of his mouth if not his mind. The sucking breath filled his lungs with that hot, musky smoke which made his body feel heavy and soft and malleable, like a puppet on strings being strung up by a puppeteer.

"Wh-what are you...? Who the hell are... Brandon?" he asked with a frown. Master Hypnos frowned.

"Brandon isn't my name to you, boy." He made a flick of his paw and suddenly there was a vice-like grip on his balls, making him whimper out and whine. It lessened in a moment. "I'm Master Hypnos.... Your Master." At that phrase Arthur's head swam and he sank back beneath the surface. "Now... on your knees, pet. I'm only half hard, I need to be fully rock hard if I'm going to break you in."

"Break me?" came the bat's response, mixing Arthur's hesitancy with Middy's anticipation.

Master Hypnos took the Midnight Special bag and opened it. He took out that bottle of something, the small container that rattled, several bottles of lube, lotions, a collar, a cock cage, butt plugs, gags, all sorts of bondage accessories.

"Are you going to be a Good Boy and obey, or are you going to be a Bad Boy like downstairs?" The bat trembled even harder this time, muscles aching as he came so close to cumming. So close... but he couldn't without permission in Master's physical presence. At the Bad Boy phrase he whined and Arthur squirmed in that velvet void as he sank deeper, hopelessly lost in the haze and control of the superior male. "Good Boy," the overly femme voice of Middy answered.

"Good answer." Master smirked and opened up the container to show off the contents. Two pills, purple and red, and two gummies, green and blue. He took the purple pill and pushed it into the boy's mouth. He uncorked the bottle and the smell of fermented wine and cum hit Middy's nose. His eyes watered from all the scents but he inhaled eagerly and took the few gulps that were offered. It was thick and gooey and a bit slimy, like eggnog if it was with wine and cum instead... it was overly spiced, and the combination made his head and cock throb, head swimming delightfully.

As soon as the purple pill was down it began to dissolve, filling his head with a fizzy, bubbly sensation. His eyes began to turn purple as they fluttered, his mind turning to fizzy, horny, airy mush. His effective IQ and inhibition dropped like a stone. He began to hump at his Master's boot, finding himself suddenly between his legs, drooling and panting as the Master smiled at him.

"Good boy, Middy... such a good boy, and you know what? Good boys can cum." The word crashed into Arthur's mind like a rogue wave, unseen and unexpected. Every sensation he had all night rushed down into his loins, a blaze that made him thrash and hump as he erupted with sticky ropes of cum into his boxer-briefs and pants, staining the materials.

"Aaaahhh!!" He let out a loud, whiny exhalation of utter satisfaction, his eyes crossed and twitching further crossed with every aching throb of his gushing member. It had been days since the boy had came, and it showed...

"Time for your next dose, pet." The red one was popped into his mouth as another slosh of that spiced cumwine flushed down his throat. He gave a satisfied gasp and smack of his lips. The purple was Himbofire, a street drug used to dumb down and turn uppity or reluctant males into ditzy himbos, whether they were primarily masc or fem determined the end results. The red was Cumtemption, an experimental drug used to increase a male's production and lessen their refractory period. Master, known to Middy but no one else, was a Chem major, working on his Master's thesis, and he had stolen samples of it and had made one specifically to test on Middy that not only increased production 10 fold and reduced refractory period to practically zero, it also allowed multiple orgasms and significantly reduced virility. It could also, when mixed with certain other intoxicants, cause other effects. Those effects ranged from temporary to permanent, erectile dysfunction or priapism, inability to cum through penile stimulation or uncontrollable orgasms at the slightest touch.

"Such a good boy... such a good lab rat for my thesis. My thesis to the Knot and Bones society at least," he chuckled, mentioning a legendary society, thought to be a myth of the past, that supposedly worked on all sorts of nefarious plots and products, even supposedly ran countries. "My normal thesis is on neuroplasticity," he added, "so you're helping with that too I suppose." He chuckled, even as Middy rocked his hips, whining as the intoxicants took hold.

Master grinned down at his little pet, his newest little toy... he decided early on with how cute and malleable the boy was that he would keep this one instead of turning him into a dom or sub and releasing him. No, this boi would be his forever... or until he got bored and sold him on the darknet. He snickered to himself as he stroked Middy's head. He fished a large, hard cock from his leather pouch, letting out a hot, heavy musk that filled the air, mixing with the muskleaf and starting the process of permanently replacing Arthur with Middy. "Just relax... I want him gone before the morning.... And not just in the box gone... I want Arthur to be snuffed out by your full creation, Middy."

With a snap the wolf brought Arthur to the front. "F-fuck... wh-what did you... d-do to me?" Slurred out the bat, his voice cracking between androdynous and feminine.

"Mmm... just finishing our experiments, pet...."

"N-not your pet," he slurred. Master grinned and pushed the large green gummy to his lips.

"You're going to be. You don't have a choice, you don't have an out... your body is already under my control, slave." When the word was uttered Arthur's body stiffened and his arms flew behind his back and were bound mentally, as if with invisible steel rods and ropes. He couldn't move, bent over like the rods were keeping him from moving back or forward. "Your body is mine, your mind and personality are my playthings. But I don't just want rent in your head, pet, I want to own the real estate." At the word came a flush of memories. Of sucking cock, recording amateur porn and posting it to a gay porn site, being forced to read the comments and stroke off to it... of all these steps implanting gay tendencies into his mind. There was so much... months was this where his time went when he thought he was meditating on fridays and napping after classes??

"Yes it has been. You've been living the last few months as another person, a timeshare of your personality. But that was just a... trial period."

Arthur's eyes widened and he felt his mind splintering at the realization... and Master took that moment to push the gummy into his mouth, clamping his mouth shut and forcing him to chew with the other paw. "Relax.... I want you aware and awake when I snuff Arthur out and let Middy take over forever...," he sneered. The gummy was a concoction he cooked up in the lab, a mixture of mind-warping hormones and THC. It only took a few minutes before Arthur's libido spiked to impossible levels... and Master took the blue gummy.

It wasn't long before Arthur, in a haze of all the drugs and booze, found himself slammed into a wall with a fat wolfcock spearing into him, hurting and stretching far less than it would have without the months of anal training he now remembered. He cried out and whimpered, arms still bound psychically behind his back, chest pressed into the wall and crying out as Master lifted up one of his toy's legs and fucked him deeper, spearing ever further into his ass. Arthur began to cum every few seconds from the rough breeding, pumping out an endless jizz stream... "Uuurrhhhff.... Fuck yeah, we're going all night, pet... got us on so much junk we ain't gonna be able to stop!"

Several hours in Arthur was turning to mush, Middy taking over piece by piece. It didn't take long for the slave bindings to be released, and after that Middy rode his Master hard and long, feeling gushes of cum filling his stomach, dousing Master in his cum, which, between sessions, he licked off of him, constantly pumping his cock, both of them unable to stop.

"Such a good faggot.... That's right, no way back now, fag. And you don't want to go back to a cursed love life of being dumped the second you wanted into their pants. You'll be so much happier once you accept this as your undeniable truth," he said as the faggot whimpered, Arthur struggling up only to be slammed back down as Master pounded into his throat, dumping load after slimy load into his stomach then pulling out and spraying it over his face and hair. There was a knock at the wall and door several times, begging them to keep it down, but they either ignored them or, when Master got fed up, opened the door in full leather dom gear while holding up his MasterHack phone.

"Say cheese, faggot," he snarled. There was a rainbow camera flash and within moments the big, buff stallion came in his slacks, eyes crossing as his dominance and masculinity drained into his balls and out into his trousers. He looked at the picture and saw a perfect male, naked except a speedo and a collar, not what the Master saw before him, a security guard now humping his hands and whimpering, drooling, eyes swirling with rainbows. "That's what you fucking get for interrupting me, asshole," he growled, "Now go suck some cock and ask the bartender for the Sissifina Cocktail" he grunted, slamming the door in the face of that soon-to-be-fembitch.

As he spun around to pounce on Arthur, Middy rushed into him and slammed him into the door, jumping up with the spring only a male acrobat would have, clinging to him and starting to ride his cock while Master stood up. "Oh fuuuck yes, my little bitch... is Arthur all gone?" he sneered as Middy came one last time, a wad of glowing blue jizz splattering onto his Master's stomach. "There he goes. Good faggot. No longer Arthur, no longer a computer science major... mm, fuck... just a sissy faggot drop out.... I'll take good care of you," he snarled, leaning down and grabbing a studded pink collar, the rhinestones spelling out MINE as it clasped tightly around Middy's throat.

In the morning the two found themselves in a tangle of limbs and stained sheets on the bed in the playroom. There was cum everywhere, thick and sloppy from the wolf and slick and almost clear now from the twink bat. Arthur opened his eyes... only, he didn't, did he? He had purple eyes, sparkling and glittering. Arthur was gone, now only Middy remained. He opened his mouth, smiling and kissing at Master's neck, groping a pec.... Did his master look hunkier? It must be his imagination. Middy's ass was gaping and gurgling out thick seed, his cock perma-hard and amazingly sensitive. As he got up his cock tip brushed against the sheets and he came with an eye-crossing sensation of pure pleasure. "Aaahhhn~" came the shaking cry.

The feminine, eager little sound woke Master from his post-marathon nap. He sat up, still rock hard himself, smirking at the even more femme bat who could easily pass for a girl if you hid that cock and maybe padded a bra. But he wanted his boitoy to stay a boi, he had plenty of futa toys to play with when the mood struck him.

"How do you feel Arthur?" The wolf asked in a deeper, husky voice. Middy didn't turn around as he cleaned himself up, though the heavy marking of musk wouldn't come free so easily, he'd reek of pure male musk and sissy spunk for weeks unless he took a nice long hot bath and soaked it off of him. The wolf smiled as Middy ignored the old name. "Middy?" The bat's ears perked and he looked up, smiling at his Master, tail swishing.

"Yessir?" he asked in a bubbly voice.

"Mm... what do you remember?"

"Oh gawds, like, mind blowing sex, just for hours and hours~!"

"And before that, pet?"

"Uhmm... I think you, like, told me a really long story about this Arthur kid?" Middy responded, frowning.

"That's right, but you don't have to worry about that now. Or school, or jobs... you're just a trophy sissy now." Middy beamed happily at this.

It was the next weekend and a total stud of a jock strutted down the street towards the bars with a girl on his arm. He was shorter for a jock, but had plenty of machismo and dominance to his stride, and exuded a musk to match the attitude. And, on second look, the girl on his arm wasn't a girl, but an unfamiliar femboi. They passed a missing poster for Arthur Blackwing, the nerdy bat smiling into the camera. There were dozens of them, and more than a few snooping detectives and professors.

The femboi bat looked nothing like Arthur. He wasn't even five feet tall, a very bottom heavy fembat with snake bite piercings, heavy makeup that had run down his cheeks after a nice hard deepthroating session, bright purple hair to match the eyes and tongue. He wore rainbow fishnet stockings and gloves, a spiked pink collar, cuffs to match, a pink top, and a skirt so short that people could tell at a glance the bat was indeed just a perma-hard, perma-dripping sissy bat...one with a jeweled plug nestled between his plump cheeks.

"Mmm...shall we introduce the world to Middy Knight, pet?" The wolf asked with a smirk down to the sissy fawning on his arm, smiling up at him with utter devotion.

"I can't wait, Master~!"