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"Who's the hottest football player on your team?" The owl leaned in from across the table.

There were other eyes and ears all around the restaurant. The crowd works both as a cover and as an audience. I ached and strained my lips to resist speaking, but the words came out anyway. "I don't think I like men."

"Fair, but surely you can gauge their attractiveness," the owl cocked up an eyebrow my way.

It wasn't a question so I didn't have to fight back an answer. Instead, I fought mentally out of the dull steel cage he made my mind. Slowly I slipped more thoughts in, pushed and wiggled against that hypnotic state he had me locked into. He seemed to notice this too, immediately dropping what he was saying with a nervous twitch of his beak.

"Relax, Cody. You're doing great. In fact, I'm quite proud of how good you've been to me this dinner," his voice was overtly warm and soothing.

A warm vibration overtook me at once. I was being good. I was being very good for him.

"But you've been such a bad fox," he kept a side glance on me pressing on as my ears drooped, "Yeah, a very bad fox saying all those unkind things about my team and my players to the press. I'm very quite upset, you know? I've never taken well to a liar."

I frowned deeply as his beak jutted in closer to my face.

"But it's fine. It's okay, buddy. We'll just have to make up for it. Quiet you down--or, oooh, I got a thought." The thought rang twice from ear to ear before he grew more serious. "Listen up and listen to me good. Nod for me so I know you're listening."

The order relaxed and eased my brain. My dumb fox muzzle bounced up and down in a nod many times more enthusiastic than it had to be.

"Good, good boy." He began to whisper to me. I smirked a little wider. "Here's what I want you to do. It's simple, really. The next time you lay those big green eyes of yours on one of your football team member's cocks, you'll promptly stop what you're doing..." He narrowed his eyes. "Get down on your knees..."

He took in the slow horror in my eyes.

"And use that lying little muzzle of yours to blow them off."

The words bounced in my head growing more and more weight to them and I couldn't get them out. They carried a warmth to them in my skull that I couldn't quite explain. One that grew warmer as I couldn't stop thinking about each syllable.

"Will you do that for me? It's only the very next time. I'll consider us even from then on."

I curled up my toes--or tried to at least. What little mental resolve I had left began to fade. Slowly, I felt my whole body warm up at the thought of sucking dick for him. It made me feel good. No, that's gay. I can't. I-No, I want to do it for him. I want to do this. I want to be good. I nodded with all the enthusiasm as the last.

His feathered hand made my body ooze with delight as he patted my head. "Good boy. You're such an obedient little pup. You've wanted to suck one of your teammates off, haven't you?"

I started to shake my head.

"No? Well, that's no good. I'd say you've wanted this badly."

I cocked my muzzle.

He nodded to my confusion. "Yes, you've wanted to be a good boy for them. You've wanted to get their dick in your hungry little muzzle for some time. I bet they'd be very proud of you for just how much of a good cocksucker you'd be."

No, I'd do it for him, but I--I don't know.

My thoughts cluttered. I tried to retrace, but couldn't think back to what it was.

All I knew was that this mind-numbing, warmth was burning over me. I wanted to be a good boy. I wanted to help them out. Warmth images and thoughts filled my mind of my team members smiling all happily. They were circled around me cheering me on for my good behavior. They loved me. They loved it when I did these nice things for them. "Yes they would," I said grinning from ear to ear.

"And you want to give them the biggest, best blowjob you can. You want to make them so happy with how well you suck them off."

"Yes," I nodded heavily. "I really want that."

I've always wanted this. I was so impatient in my seat. My cock grew, flushing hot with blood at the thought as it slide up against the stretchy fabric of my briefs.

"If they don't want you to suck them off though, that's okay!" He snickered eyes going wide at me. "Just find one of them who will. Ask around. Say 'Can I please suck your dick?' You'll do that for me, right?"

I nodded happily cock swollen to full erection as it tented my shorts. The owl had that long devilish smile of his as he got up.

"Okay well, I gotta head out. In the count of three, you'll be released from your hypnotic state remembering fully well what occurred here. You'll refrain from any act of ill will towards me. Remember, I can bring you just as easily to this state if I need to and I'm full of great team bonding ideas."

I simply looked at him with my thousand-yard stare still horny out of my mind with that odd warmth all over my body.

"Okay... three, two, and..... one."

And then reality crawled in as he crept out.

I missed the fucker as he left the restaurant. I shook my muzzle looking around and retracing back all of this. How he said he was some reporter. How he showed me something weird on his phone. Told me to relax. Really got me to relax and, now...

Shit. Surely I wouldn't... I couldn't...

But that dumb owl knew what he was doing. I gulped down a sip of my ice water realizing he'd had me here long enough for all the ice in it to melt. I sunk back into the booth.

Tomorrow, I'd been in a locker room full of them. Surely, I wouldn't, but... I don't know if I can say I don't believe in the crow's abilities anymore. But even if there was a chance I wouldn't be blowing off one of them, it was still a gamble. One wrong glance in the minefield of dropping towels, jocks, and shorts and I'd be... well...

I shook my muzzle hard and clenched up the glass of water. I thought of throwing it. My heart raced. I'd never hear the end of it. They'd hold this over my head forever.

They were always making those dumb dick jokes too. Flaunting their cocks around just because they are so damn immature. Some of their dicks were hard to miss too. Some species had it luckier than me. They had those showy cocks. The ones you could pull down your pants and you'd catch eyes on you. The ones even I had trouble keeping my eyes off of--not in any sort of gay way.

Damn, what the hell? Why am I getting hard again now?

My mind replayed memories of cocks of all different species flying and flinging around the locker room and the showers. I thought of the times I was bent down, tying a shoelace, or just accessing a lower locker, and how awkward it was sometimes when they'd just be talking with their cock and balls a bit too close to my face.

Now that doesn't seem so awkward. Now I'm trying to battle my paw from stroking myself to that idea. I'm not gay. I'm not gay at all. It's just that dumb owl. I shouldn't go to the football game tomorrow, but that only delays it. I run my fingers along my ears and murmur a curse.

It feels like time moves unfairly from there. My doomsday is right around the corner closing in as hours pass much too quickly. I catch my muzzle salivating, craving the practice desperately.

I make a rule not to jerk off at the thought of one of their cocks sliding past my lips, but that rule becomes hard to follow quickly. It's all I can think about now. My mind has no memory of sucking dick so it spins up fantasies with guesses at the sensations, the tastes, and each hypothetical running through my mind becomes harder to stop and dismiss.

I can't. I need to tell coach that I'm off--at least for a couple of practices, just hopefully not the whole season.

When I finally got into those locker rooms, I was a wreck. My cock's aching as I kept my gaze averted from the hustle and bustle of my teammates. The musky stench permeating through the room reminded me all too well what I'd be up close and personal with if I'd looked down from the ceiling.

"You alright Cody?"

I laid eyes on Devin, a bull, in front of me without a shirt on. "Yeah. I need to talk to coach is all." I managed nervously.

I darted my eyes back up to the ceiling as Frank, a cheetah walked by in a tank--I hoped he was wearing more than just that--and patted me on the back. "You're not even going to look us in the eyes? What shit happened?"

Looking into Frank's eyes did nothing to calm either of us. Panic settled in. I didn't know how to tell them. I didn't know how not to tell them. I just had my muzzle twitching and my paws balled up like an idiot.

I looked away off to a bear in the background. Both of his paws go onto either end of his navy shorts and his fingers are grabbed onto his waistband. I shot my eyes up to the ceiling just in time as his bushy pubic fur began to poke out. I thanked the heavens I didn't see anything more, but my sex drive disagrees with me now on that.

What if I did look? That stray thought was hot on my mind. I'd get it over with. They would maybe understand when I explained it to them. It's not like they were the ones receiving anything more than a favor.

"What the hell is it?" The bull demanded with a grip on my forearm.

But now I was thinking of his long bull cock worming its way into my muzzle. Sucking the quarterback's dick has to be the last embarrassing dick to suck anyway. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?

My breath is unsteady, all over the place. "Nothing. It's just... personal."

I looked so weirded out that they probably were too scared to stop me. "Whatever." He let me go allowing me to trip over a couple of bags and such before I reached the safe haven of the solid, wooden door to the coach's office.

My heart was racing. I turned the brass knob and slipped past that door ensuring I shut it quickly behind me. I didn't have a good excuse planned. My mind was all over the place.

An exhale escaped as I looked over to the coach and--

"C-cody! Shit!" He exclaimed shuffling around.

The old Rottweiler had one paw struggling to pull up his gym shorts while the other one was struggling on his keyboard. Both paws failed to do their one task. There was still moaning from his computer and my eyes mistakenly glanced down below that big muscle gut of his just enough to see...

Shit.

I let out a loud gulp as spit travels down my throat. He finally hid his erection too late and looked up sharply my way. But I wasn't at the door anymore. I was right beside his chair. His face shifted through many shades of red as I walked up in front of his seat by his desk.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, bud. It's entirely unprofessional and I'm--"

I dropped onto my knees right in front of his swivel chair. His muzzle speckled with a couple of gray furs was hanging right open. I was in equal parts disbelief. My paws shook before they ran up along his knees and caused him to jump a little.

"C-cody?" He was burning up all over, closing up his thighs together and tucking in his muzzle to his chest to look right down at me.

I gritted my teeth. My embarrassment continued in real-time. I was just along for the ride. My paws slid up his thick thighs. My muzzle poked between his kneecaps, brushing moist air right up against the black fur of his thighs.

"You, uh... w-what are you doing?"

He looked like he'd seen a ghost. Absolutely dazed as my fingers trailed up his thighs higher though I fought them desperately. I clasped my fingers onto the top of his shorts and briefs. My paws deciding to cut right to the chase and clear the way for my muzzle to handle the rest.

He stopped me. Paws gripping mine to prevent me from pulling down his shorts and briefs all in one go. Thank God.

He took a gulp. He turned new shades of red as my vulpine tongue betrayed every thought screaming in my head and wet the black lips of my slender muzzle.

"Now listen, you're not gonna... you wouldn't do that..."

Then a pause.

"...would you?"

His chin was tucked in looking down at me. My paws were clammy. My heart was racing. And, for whatever reason, my cock was hard as a rock. He said that last part like he was contemplating it. In fact, now I realize that he's slowly creaking his knees apart. His grip wanning off of my fingers.

No. He was going to shove me off. He knows me. He knows I wouldn't... god I can't even think of it.

But Coach has had lady problems for a while. I don't know when the last time he's gotten this kind of attention since his wife left. He let my paws begin to tug down at his waistband. His tan muzzle creased up but was uneasily ajar.

"You sure? You wanna... with me?" He asked in disbelief tinged with excitement.

No, fuck. Coach. Coach, it's hypnosis. It's a spell. You can't...

I tensed up my muzzle the best I could, but the muscles still disobeyed me--forcing me to nod.

He smirked down to me. "Well... if you insist."

My eyes widened. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

He does.

His shorts slid right off along with the briefs right down to his ankles.

He opened up his thighs, spreading them apart quickly to either side of me and giving my straight, virgin muzzle free passage to close in. Coach was a horny wreck twitching his paws and still looking at me in disbelief.

Coach! What the fuck?!

Below that gut of his, his cock was less than shy. It was plump, blood red by his dark fur. Thick and pulsating. Shorter in stature, but still reached too close to my opened lips. He did nothing but watch as my muzzle moved painfully closer to it.

My lips parted open, slick with saliva and, though I tried fighting them, they wouldn't do anything I told them. My paw ran up and clasped along his shaft. It was warm and moist as my fingers directed it toward my parted lips. I exhaled a breath of hot air across the sensitive head as my lips began to reach closer.

He gripped his armrests. Toes curling in as he looked down at me. His musk is heavy in my nose. He bit his bottom lip. My ears burned up. I sunk down slowly. My lips resisted me.

My ears were red hot. I closed my eyes thinking that would make this easier, but instead, it made it impossible not to notice every detail. I couldn't help but feel the ridges of his cock head as it glided up along my tongue into my muzzle. Couldn't help but feel its warmth, and, eyes open or not, the taste of his dad cock ripe and overpowering across my taste buds.

"F-fuck," he murmured.

Coach was gasping out. The way his cock twitched I could tell he's wanted this--needed this for some time. My muzzle retracts, letting the slippery wet red flesh of his cock slide out before insisting I go back down deeper than before.

He's white-knuckling the armrests and restrains a breath. My cock is begging for attention, but I don't bring myself to lend it a paw. Outside we both heard the team doing their usual banter and I realized I forgot to lock the door.

"Couldn't even wait until after practice?" He whispered softly down to me. The only response he got was the wet slurping of my lips alongside the base of his shaft. He let out a strained grunt. "Well, by how you're sucking, maybe you've been waiting too long for this as is." He chuckled.

His paw cupped the side of my muzzle as I moved up and down along his shaft. Coach's fingers were gentle, rubbing over my jaw delicately. Somehow this was worse than the actual act of sucking him off. It made me feel even more like a whore.

But his touch felt warm and comforting. It draws me in, warms up my body more all over.

"You're so good. You're actually quite good. I didn't know you had it in ya, Cody."

The words scramble up my brain further. My cock throbs in my shorts. I'm good? I'm good. My tongue runs down the underside of his shaft and is long enough to flop against his ball sack.

He hardly controls an exhale. His eyes are on mine. "Good boy." He's looking into my eyes as I now eagerly blow his cock and he sees the hunger ignited within the pupils."Oh, you like that? You like being good for coach, don't you?"

Yes, I do. I want to be good. I want to be very good for you coach.

I spread his thighs out, hitting them against either armrest of the chair as I go lower, sliding more of his shaft into my muzzle until I'm sniffing right up against his pubic fur, bottom lip hitting the top of his hefty ball sack. My cock is pulsating. The heat taking over my body as I'm overcome with a rush of horniness I never felt before.

"Good boy. G-good boy," he strains himself to say. My pace quickens as his shoes shake and slide slowly.

I don't swallow down his precum. Instead, I let its flavor take over my muzzle and drip across it. My cock is throbbing in my shorts desperate for attention. His juices and my salvia drip down and run down his shaft across his black balls. The fluids of the deed dripping down from his chair into a growing pool on the floor.

I drop my shorts and my paw hesitates. My last defenses come undone as my black nose digs into his pubic fur and pushes up against his crotch. My eyes tense shut and my ears perk up. I wrap my fingers around my aching cock and shamelessly begin to stroke it.

The messy blowjob becomes louder as he throbs into my needy muzzle. The slapping and slopping would be easy to hear from anyone just a foot outside of his office--as would the muffled, slutty whimper I let out as I jerk myself off.

"I would've called you down to my office the first day we met if I knew you'd blow me like this," he whispered. "You're such a good boy, Cody."

I work faster, face red hot, and eyes glazing over as the desires overcome me. He runs his fingers through my hair before grasping at my skull. "F-fuck," he stammers.

He's gasping out as that warmth overtakes me. I want to be a good boy for him. Look at how much he likes this. I'm growing close myself already. My sex drive reaching heights it never had before.

I suck harder, moving quickly along his length and tonging the tip. He's panting and struggling. He rewards my muzzle with more pre and grips the back of my head now.

"F-fuck Cody. Keep going. Just like that. Yeah. That's good."

He's struggling with the words. More precum leaks into my muzzle as my drool dips down his dad cock and balls.

"Yup. Yeah. It's--It's---"

Coach shoved my muzzle down onto his cock. His face is scrunching up. He's ready to splash his payload all over my virgin throat. My eyes go wide. I try to stop my lips, but their pace quickens hungrily and rapidly. I swallow down his fluids loudly clearing up space in my muzzle for him.

No. I can't. Not with coach. I can't.

He buries my muzzle down all the way. Coach lets out a heavy breath. My legs are clenching up as I wrap a paw around his hip. My nose is shoved deep into his crotch as his cock throbs and spasms all along the length of my tongue. He clenches the back of my head and makes a stifled moan. "Fuck!"

My eyes go wide as the first shot slams into the back of my muzzle. I close my eyes shut and prepare myself for the dreaded flavor, but, don't dread it all. My muscles relax. Adrenaline fills my brain as I idly suck the come right out of his cock. My tongue teased along the shaft. My muzzle sucking hard to help it out.

It drives me over the edge too. I stroke my cock just a couple more times and I'm shaking as I come. "Mmphf." My moan came out almost as a gargle as he trailed his fingers through the hair on the back of my head. I've never came harder in my life. It made a mess of the floor all over, but coach didn't seem to mind.

He was just looking down at me with that big coach grin of his he would make when we won a game. It was an infectious as-hell smile as he patted my shoulder. "If you ever wanted to come down to my place, I wouldn't be complaining."

I was dazed. Lost in the brain rush, but, still, I nodded even with the hypnosis well worn off at this point.