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Hypnovember 2023 Day 10: Matter Over Mind

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: Justacritic

The world was awash with the smell of sex and musk, the world shifted around in front of the Flamedramon's eyes, his expression vacant as he let out a soft moan. His cock was flushed with arousal, not quite to the point of an erection, but he could feel it stirring between his bare thighs. Somewhere in the haze he realized that he was in the process of moving, showing off his ass to the onlooking crowd, his face flushing as he finally put together some of the memories.

Brad had gone in on a bet with a group of nerds, he'd been very sure that the football team was going to decimate the rival school. Normally anyone in the college would have agreed with him, after all, he was a big football fan. The nerds had seemed to know something though, and they had been VERY confident about the bet. So they had laid out the terms of the bet, if the nerds lost they would have to be servants for Brad and the other members of his frat for two months. On the other hand, if the Flamedramon somehow lost, he would have to put on some clothing that belonged to one of the nerd's sexworker friends.

The football match had been a complete joke, many of their college's players had been out sick, and the rest seemed lethargic during the game. Brad was rather certain that someone had managed to drug the players, but when they were tested there was no proof. So, though he was repulsed by the very idea, Brad was faced by several nerds who grinned at him lewdly as they held out the outfit. "Here you are, big boy!" a rabbit said, snickering as he leered at the jockish Digimon.

"I didn't say how long I would wear it," Brad spat, deciding that he would give them the briefest of shows, and then he would rip it all off. As he changed into the outfit, Brad was busy determining what the best prank he and the other members of his frat could pull on the bunch of dweebs.

The outfit was skimpy, though even that was a disservice to how little the outfit really covered, a pair of pumps that looked straight out of a bad 80s movie, a harness that would wrap around his body. It also came with a strange device that Brad couldn't figure out, he twisted it in his hands, looking it over with disgust as he tossed it aside. Finally, he couldn't manage to find any sort of underwear, all they'd given him was a pair of fishnet stockings. "These guys are freaks," Brad spat, shaking his head in disgust.

Following the rules of the bet though, Brad pulled on the fishnet over his bare cock, his face burning bright as it was followed by the pumps, and the harness. When he slipped the pumps on though, his mind was filled by... something, strange urges, his mind reeling as the urge to gyrate his ass filled his head. "What the fuck...?" he groaned, attempting to shake his head free of the thoughts.

Standing up, Brad expected himself to fall immediately, but he felt strangely confident as he stood up and looked down at himself. He looked sexy, those studs outside would surely want him to suck their cocks. "What the...?" the Flamedramon groaned, his cock thickening a bit at the thought. "Jesus, what the hell did they coat these things in?" he asked, starting to try and slip the harness off. Can't take that off, I'm not even fully dressed yet.

Brad's eyes slowly settled on the device on the ground, the one he hadn't recognized before. Now he knew what it was for, and so he leaned over in an awkward way, one that made sure his ass was fully presented for anyone to see. The device fit snugly over his face, slipping into his mouth with a phallic shaped protrusion. There we go, now I'm ready for the show!

That had been the last memory before Brad found himself standing before the nerds, they were jeering and hooting at him. The Flamedramon's body burned with the ache of physical activity, he had been putting on a full show for them, dancing across the stage in high heels. His body was completely bared to them, the fishnet making sure they caught full sight of his half-chub of a cock. "Suck my dick!" a goat said, fishing out his dick from his pants and presenting it to Brad.

The rational part of Brad's brain rejected that thought immediately, but the part that had been influenced by the outfit was suddenly very thirsty for that dick. Gotta do it, he's a paying customer after all! The Flamedramon was rather certain he wasn't getting paid for this, but that didn't matter as he got on all fours and crawled forward. The goat's cock slid easily into the muzzle on Brad's head, his mouth being fucked as all of the onlooking nerds cheered happily.

This couldn't be happening, Brad needed to stop it... but he couldn't, he needed to put on a good show for them. It wasn't long before the nerd blew his load into the Flamedramon's open mouth, Brad coughing a little before swallowing it all. He crawled away, moaning as something tugged on his nipples. He looked down to see that someone had put tape over his nipples, the sensation ached in a surprisingly pleasant way. When Brad gave a slight tug on the tape he couldn't stop the moan that escaped him, much to the enjoyment of the crowd.

"You shouldn't just stop with one, Brad!" It was the ringleader of the nerds, the one who had arranged with the bet in the first place. He was a taller rabbit, glasses gleaming in the light of the stage, his smile was nearly blinding as he stared up at the Flamedramon. "Why don't you give everyone here a blowjob, after all, we are your adoring fans!"

One by one, all of them pulled out their cocks, apparently unashamed to do so in the presence of their fellow nerds. Brad needed to resist... but he couldn't, and he didn't think he wanted to. All of those delicious dicks, he would be full of cum all night, and wasn't that just a fun idea? The Flamedramon's eyes fluttered as he let out a soft moan around the gag in his mouth, his cock hardening even further as he started to crawl forward. The nerds got into a line as they started to fuck his mouth, the scent of cum and musk growing thicker on the air. I'm right where I need to be, with all of my beloved fans. The shoes on Brad's feet felt warm as they supplied him with the thoughts, his eyes glazed over as he was fucked one by one.

Brad could see the flashes of camera lights as many of the nerds were taking pictures of him, he felt giddy as another nerd filled his mouth with their jism. So many pictures, I can't wait to see how slutty I look! Of course, whenever Brad would lay his eyes on those photos in the years to come, he would be aghast... but for tonight, the shoes were driving and he was overjoyed to be loved and used.