Thesis
This is my story entry for Zsisron's hypnosis contest on FA.
It is my first time writing hypnosis, so it's probably not the most enticing story,
but! I tried!
I at least can say I got to expand my writing horizons with this experience.
I hope you all enjoy.
Thesis
The stage was set. A small crowd gathered near a makeshift stage constructed by a simple metal frame, plywood boards that layered to create a plausible flat surface and a small set of stairs that lead up along the front. Standing upon the stage was a small fire skink. He glanced about the small area at his onlookers, quite surprised that he was actually having a sizable, though still rather small, turnout to bear witness to this experiment of his. The male stood at roughly 5 feet and 4 inches, he seemed dressed in a casually nice manner. A short sleeved button up shirt with the top few unfastened draped over a dark pair of khakis covered his rather lithe frame. He pulled out his pocket watch, gazing at the positioning of the hands: five more minutes...the show was about to begin!
-Several Weeks Back-
'Ugh...three weeks until I need to have this paper completed and I STILL haven't been able to find any type of evidence supporting my thesis!' the young lizard sighed into the palm of his hand. His elbow rested on the surface of his desk, laptop open inches away. The word document on the screen appeared blank, save for: 'Finton Marks; Psychological Research Studies Seminar.' At the top of the page read: " Thesis:" the only text he had written for this document thus far. Within a few moments he regained his composure, a thought rippling through his mind.
He paused his work for a moment to start up the email writing program; he had just conjectured a plan to perform his own experiment with a small 'audience' and record it simultaneously. He would take a volunteer, randomly selected from his audience; someone he had no knowledge of nor any acquaintances with. He proposed a show: to gather his own evidence to support the thesis of his paper, and if he failed...he would take the necessary repercussions for missing the deadline. There was a lot at stake with this bold attempt to test out his theories and test them himself.
Hours of restlessness passed, the skink spending his time surfing the net and researching methodology for the element of hypnosis. He had always been told that if a person truly believed they could not be hypnotized, were not willing to be placed into such a state, that he could still hypnotize them by some means. He occasionally would drift to a second opened tab where he had been looking at sexually arousing pictures of alligator and crocodilian males.
To be able to use hypnosis on one of these impeccable studs often was the thought that coursed through his mind, hoping that a reptilian male like one of these would show up for his experiment. Either that or he would be successful and be able to bewitch one into his doings, doings of a more sexual nature. He was at that age that his sexual desires were all but too much to bear. It was the wrong way to doing such but he was a kinky fellow, finding it arousing to be able to manipulate someone's mind into his own doing, his to control, their mind to be bent to his voluptuous desires.
-Back on Stage-
It was quite the motley crowd of students; some faces were familiar to him while others were not. Then one male in particular stood out as soon as he entered the area. Easily it was due to his contrasting albino-like coloration compared to the others in the room. A very pale alligator joined the crowd. Not just him though, several of his other fellow comrades in studies were amongst the crowd, seeing just how the psychologist-major was going to proceed with this feat. He already picked his victim, his groin tingling at the simple thought of being able to use this show for his personal benefit.
'30 seconds,' he muttered to himself, heaving a deep sigh as he readied himself for his 'show.'
The time crawled, each second felt like it lasted ten minutes to the showman. The video recorders placed to capture his results flashed in a timely manner as they began to record.
Finally...it was time! The flame and charcoal hued lizard lifted his head, a large grin on his face, 'Hello! Hello! I thank you all for deciding to attend this small, rather gawky appearing, show on a trial to see just how deep hypnosis can really get and to show that it, in fact, does work! As many of you know, hypnosis has its setbacks and has been done quite often in comedic schemes...'
He started his introduction, and the audience listened to what the small male had to discuss. He gave the concepts of his research, the scientific background of how such a thing would be plausible and the measures at which one would perform hypnosis. The information was quite detailed; the young student spoke with excitement and passion, truly into his topic. Amongst those in the crowd was his professor, a large, built saurian with a rather intimidating appearance to accentuate his frame. His thick arms crossed over his equally broad chest as he leaned back in his seat, listening to his pupil's explanation and the methods of how hypnosis worked on the mind and psyche.
The speech was only to get others into the idea. This was to help them follow where he was taking this topic as well to give some substance to this showing...no matter how drab and dull it seemed. Finally, he got to the point of his speech, 'Today I shall show that even one who is strong willed, who does not want to be hypnotized...can! It was always believed that if you really believed that you could not, you would not! I am here to dissipate this fallacy!'
Despite him looking around the room, the 22 year-old male had already chosen his target. The large, light-toned alligator sat in his chair. He was a beastly looking male, gargantuan even. His body was rather well-formed, thick biceps crossed over his large chest. The gator rested in his seat, a complacent expression on his face, the talk was convincing but his face simply read: 'I have no intention of being taken advantage of.'
-...perfect...- the small lizard thought as he viewed the large reptilian male in the crowd.
'You sir, I believe you're a great candidate for my experiment! Yes, the large gator sitting in the fourth row...I promise no harm will come to you from this, it is entirely risk free and you have my word that I will not do anything that will embarrass you in front of everyone.' The young skink smiled slyly to himself as the gator lifted his head, the kinky scenarios already playing in his imagination.
The buff male didn't move at first. Moments later he finally shifted as he rose from his seat. 'Sure...but I'd hate to disappoint you,' the bulky alligator spoke with a deep rumbling voice. It sent a shiver of excitement up the skink's back. People around in the row shifted and turned their bodies as the gator politely muttered 'excuse me's and 'pardon me's to those he stepped in front of as he trekked up towards the platform. Eventually he made his way to the middle aisle, the only open area that separated the columns of chairs.
Wide steps only took the gator a few moments to reach the erect, makeshift stage where the showman stood with a poised stance.
'My...aren't you a big fella?' he chuckled, thoughts venturing into the perverted depths of his mind. Standing beside the gator placed him only mid-torso in comparison to the gargantuan height. He figured him to be at least 7 feet tall. 'Please, won't you come take a seat, Mr....?'
'Roco,' the gator responded. He wore a muscle shirt that showed off his masculine form. A hint of a 6-pack where his abdominals were and his silvery-white hide complimented the dark blue-grey top. The bottoms the bulky male sported were a pair of deep, dark-hued pair of camo leggings, much like capris, or regular pants on someone else who was considered to be of average height. He moved to the chair positioned in the center of the stage. He scanned the audience as well, his body bending and lowering as he took his seat.
'Great!' the skink smiled, patting the large gator's shoulder. He was a brute in size, that much was certain. Even while sitting the skink looked tiny, he was about to test his theory though. 'Let me ask you this before I begin,' he reached into a small pouch that was tied to one of the belt-loops around his waist. 'Do you have any intention of falling into hypnosis?'
'No,' Roco responded with a shaking of his head. 'None whatsoever.'
'Excellent.' The smile became more sly as he pulled out a sleek looking pocket watch. Instead of it being a typical bronze or brass color, it was pitch black. The hands over the dark face stuck out plainly at a contrasting white. However, there was a complete lack of gashes, dots, or numbers; anything that would aid in simplifying the telling of time.
'You willingly give me the right to control your mind. You accept the repercussions of doing this and will not lie fault with me, correct?'
'If you can do it,' the gator responded, his Persian green eyes looking directly up at the oppositely colored male.
He smirked to that answer. -perfect...you will be mine...- With the tool of his trade now out of the pouch, he dangled it in front of his victim. 'Then let us begin, shall we?
'I'm going to count down from 5, the only instructions I need you to follow...are to listen to my voice...and follow the pocket watch. I will guide you through it all.'
A soft nod from the large gator initiated the countdown. The crowd sat either silent or whispered among themselves quietly. Many didn't believe that you could control those who felt their will was strong enough to withstand another trying to gain control over their minds. The room was full of skeptics, one of them being the professor who was known to go out of his way to sometimes disprove a student's theory just to be 'tough.'
'Five...you're listening to me...only me...' he starts just by speaking, 'you're going to lighten your body...relax in your chair.' There was no apparent change to the gator's demeanor, he simply watched the swaying contraption dangled in front of his face.
'Four.' He followed a moment later, 'your eyes follow the object before you...the object of your desire...you feel your mind slowly collapsing. You are becoming more relaxed...listening to only the sound of my voice. '
Roco's line of sight became more focused on the watch swaying before his line of sight. His head slowly started to feel heavy, his limbs feeling like they were being weighed down by some unknown force. It felt like one of those nights you wake up, body completely exhausted and drained but your mind alert.
'Three,' the watch seemed to be moving slower now. Roco's eyes fixated on the motions, the white hands circling the circumference of the face. The large gator's body was completely relaxed, his breathing changed. His chest rose and sank slowly in moderation. The crowd, once completely visible before him, became nothing more than a blur in the background.
'Two,' the extensions over the clock's face seemed to rotate faster. The pupils on the predator-made-prey's face wobbled as they followed the increasing speed. 'You feel your will slipping...your vision lighter...' he spoke softly, the lifting of the reptile's chest was heavy...but slow, the audience now blurred behind the watch that now stuck out distinctly to the gator's view. 'You are becoming mine...your will...mind...body...belonging to me,' echoed through the trenches of his mind.
The black circle formed from the orbiting motion of the contrasting hands over the white-faced watch. The combination of swaying and contrasting features of the accessory's made him feel like his very soul was being sucked into the device. His head spun; body feeling like he was falling backwards through the air into a pool of his own consciousness. He couldn't hold a single thought, his mind being separated from his body. The skink stood there, a smirk on his face as he muttered, 'that's right...fall into me...your body...your mind...nothing is yours...all mine...mine to control. Your body...mind...not yours...not anymore.'
'One...' the skink smiled. The gator's facial expression was entirely blank. His eyes no longer followed the sways of the contraption; the male stared now at an angle as if lost in a permanent daydream. His smooth, burly hands resting open on his thighs. His mouth was cracked, chest rose and fell slowly. The large male's eyes stared in a lifeless manner...his will had been broken. His appearance and demeanor told the skink that it was a success, but he had to be certain. How could he do so with the audience to believe the results, what possible method could he use? He not only had to see it for himself but had to rightfully prove to the audience that his research seeded a result.
'You are now completely under my control of my voice,' the skink spoke quietly, almost inaudible, leaning into the larger reptile's ear. 'My word is law, and you shall be mine.' He leaned over with a sly smile. 'I will make you mine...and fulfill my every desire...' was what he whispered into the male's ear with a smirk.
A few members of the audience clamored how it was a hoax.
'Hey! You're telling him what to do! How're you going to make us believe this is nothing more than a show? A spectacle to fool us into believing you could make a brute like him come under your control?' one shouted in opposition.
The large gator simply sat in the chair, motionless. The strong male's face stricken with an emotionless façade, his eyes blank with an icy glaze over them as he peered, unblinking, over the crowd. His pupils were slightly dilated, the skink knowing the effects had taken place, but how was he going to prove it to his guests?
'Well, what do you suggest? I'll take any suggestion within reason to prove to you all that it is not a falsification and that I am not leading you on,' Finton replied. The room was silent for a moment, people talking to one another.
'Have him strip!' a voice shouted out from amongst the murmurs, an obvious joke. Some laughter and chuckling resulted, rumbling through the group before the stage.
...hmm...that's not a bad idea... he pondered with a smirk ...I want to see what this guy's packing...my new prize...
'Roco, remove your clothing for me,' he commanded the large alligator. The laughter ceased in the audience, the spectators stopped almost instantly as they all watched the male on stage to see if he really would do as he commanded. No one actually expected him to command such a thing, nor did they think anyone would willingly strip down in front of a crowd like this.
'As your mind's holder...I command you to strip for me,' he spoke calmly but his mind was growing more impatient...he wanted to see more. -c'mon...I want to see your sexy body!- he thought to himself. Sensations of arousal in his groin grew and tingled as the thoughts of all those nude reptilian males on his computer popped into his perverted mind. Their bulky bodies and large endowments, he wanted to be fucked to oblivion by them and often daydreamed of the time it would happen to him...if it ever would.
Just as he ordered, the gator's hands latched underneath the base of his shirt. The fabric rolled and bunched up as the fingers curled around the rim. His thick arms slid up, pulling the soft, body-hugging material up to expose his well-formed torso. More of his light, cream toned hide exposed to the crowd. Firm pectorals came into view, the muscles stretching with the buff male's elbows bent in the air while hoisting the article up over his head.
It wasn't long until the garment fell to the ground, crumpling into a pile of itself leaving him shirtless on the stage. His chiseled torso exposed to everyone who was watching. 'Very nice~' Finton spoke. ...very nice indeed...mmmm... rolled through his mind, a sly smile spreading over his face. 'Now...your pants,' he stood with his arms crossed, gasps and a few screeches rang out from the crowd as the large digits fumbled with the button.
-Let's see if you have a juicy bulge to match...show me my prize, hunk- the fire skink thought to as the button popped free, releasing the clasp around the broad waist. It remained open like that for only a moment, a little of his waistline showing as well as the rim of an elastic waistband. His thumb and pointer finger pinched the metallic zipper in the center. The room went silent save for the metallic strain that echoed in the meeting room. More of the meshing came undone as it was tugged down, his other hand remained along his side. Gradually, the other hand met the one that tugged the zipper down. Roco's pants opened in the shape of a 'V' to show his undergarments to the whole room.
They were a light gray pair of spandex boxer briefs. The camouflage patterned pants crumpled at his feet onto the floor as he slowly stood from his chair. More and more of his legs showed to the mass, the boxer-briefs fully exposed as the clothing dropped crumping around his feet. Before long he was standing up on that stage in just those boxer-briefs.
-_...f-fu-...damn!...-_the skink thought, his eyes widened at the sight of the shape-fitting bulge covering the gator's groin. It left nothing for the imagination, which greatly pleased the new captive's master. He tucked the watch into his pants pocket, readjusting his own stiffening erection suavely as to not redirect attention with a tent in his pants.
'Ok, Roco...' he started. His eyes slid up and down the male's body, quite the sight, especially when he focused on the sizable lump in the spandex material conforming to his seemingly heavy sack and quite large flaccid length. -let's see it all now...show your juicy, delicious cock to me...-
'Take off your-' he began before the crowd interjected.
'We believe you!' several people called out, not wanting to see the rest while some in the crowd clearly enjoyed the sight. Others still protested for the young skink to stop the stripping before it got too far along. This coaxed a light, hidden sigh from the male. At least it seemed he had finally gotten the crowd to believe him, plus he got visible proof of his actions with the video recording.
-Such a waste...- he thought as he returned to the towering gator's side. He beheld the crowd that sat in awe of what had transpired, 'ok Roco, you may re-clothe yourself.' _...I'll be getting you out of them later anyways..._he thought to himself as the big male hunched down, grabbing the pile of clothing on the floor around his feet. He began pulling the leggings back up over his tight underwear. It was a shame he couldn't see it now, he probably would have stripped completely in front of the crowd and feel that excessively large package against the palm of his smaller hand dwarfed by the size of the gator. He really wanted to find what all was hiding underneath that luscious lump hidden within the gray spandex.
Moments passed and the light colored gator was finally clothed once again. Finton spoke once more to the tall stranger, 'you may take your seat again.' Of course the bulky male followed the directions given to him without the slightest hint of rebellion. His large frame sat on the furniture placed upon the stage. The smaller male came by and muttered, inaudible to the crowd but clear as day to the gator, 'you will be under my control every time you hear me count down...five...to one. You are mine...to own...'
He turned, his tail sliding behind him as he once more stood to face the crowd, 'I shall now reverse the count and break the bond!'
'One,' he renewed the count, now going the opposite direction, 'your senses are slowly reawakening. The grasp of your mind is slowly being freed from my captivity.' It was as if the barrier from his psyche and soul broke down, the male's pupils shifted to and fro. It seemed to receiving a breath of life once more.
'Two,' Finton continued, 'the binds on your mind are becoming loose...' the once tense musculature in the male's arms and legs, the male's own mind had gained control over the very neurotic charges, once acting to only the skink's vocal commands. '...you're slowly becoming more aware of your surroundings.'
'Three,' the count-up continued, 'your mind is now returning to this world...your senses back to normal. The grasp my voice has on you lightening, relinquishing control back to you.'
'Four...' the young skink went on, 'Your mind is almost completely yours once more. On the count of five, I will snap my fingers...and you will have your body for yourself once again.' ...For now...
'Five,' he snapped his fingers in front of the gator's snout. With an airy gasp, like he had just been brought back from the brink of death, the gator came to. The gator's body felt like he had just surfaced from being at the bottom of the lake climbing towards the surface, his lungs filling and emptying as if he had just reached a pocket of air. He looked around, the crowd clapped at his sudden reawakening. Confused and bewildered, he gazed up at the skink that was standing proudly behind and off to the side of him. He lifted his arm, hand at the back of his head, rubbing over the nubs, 'the hell happened...?' he muttered to himself.
The spectacle ended shortly after. Finton gave his final speech to his onlookers. With the show finally ended, people began to clamor amongst themselves about what they had just seen. Some simply up and left, while others talked to the skink or gathered around Roco, who still had no recollection of his being nearly nude in front of everyone. He seemed to have gained fans of his body from the stripping act, no one talked about the scene either. In fact only about quarter of an hour had actually passed since the alligator was placed under the hypnosis. The people surrounded him, both male and female, asking him questions about the hypnosis:
'Do you really not remember anything!?'
'How did you feel when you snapped to?'
'Was it just pretend? Do you know that guy or something?'
'Will you date me!?'
'How did your body feel as he was counting down?'
He was overwhelmed and surprised by the onslaught of questions; some of them purely catching him off guard. What threw his curiosity for a spin, especially when someone asked him his 'measurements' while several others asked him out even.
'Okay, Okay, that's enough badgering the poor guy people!' Finton came over towards the large gator. The small group that had surrounded him earlier had left moments ago, 'the show's over and I need to speak to Roco. So if you all would be so kind?' The crowd dispersed then with a few 'awws~!', still talking amongst their peers. Some gossiped, still questioning the show or talking about the sexual nature of the gator. The large male, upon hearing the remarks of the more sexual nature, blushed lightly. It was easy to see over his light complexion.
The skink's professor slowly came up to the young pupil. His thick arms still crossed over his broad chest with a slight smile on his face. 'That was quite the show, Fin,' the large saurian nodded, a toothy grin spread over his face. His build was that even larger, more masculine than the gator. 'I'm looking forward to reading your report, don't forget it's due before tomorrow afternoon.'
'No worries Dr. Kavoras, I just have to add this research into the report,' the youth nodded with a smile, 'also, I can provide you with a copy of the tape if you'd like?'
'That would be fantastic,' the older male agreed with a nod. 'Good luck with it, Fin. You put up a good show, now let's see if you got the right data to support your theory!' The saurian male turned and left. His thick tail shifting to and fro as he was the last to leave the area.
The room was now vacant save Finton and Roco. 'That was some real crazy stuff...did you really hypnotize me? I don't remember a thing,' the light hued reptile questioned.
'You're not supposed to remember, or else it wouldn't be hypnotism, now would it? More importantly though,' started the smaller skink, barely coming up to the gator's chest, 'even though it never goes through your short-term as you don't really rehearse any kind of information for yourself to remember...your muscles and body still remembers, if that makes sense.'
'Yea I gotcha...' the gator reached down to his pants readjusting them slightly, 'dunno why but...my pants feel a little crooked...'
The student simply chuckled, playing it off smoothly despite knowing. 'Damn...' he started with a light sigh, 'now I gotta get all this stuff cleaned up, I spent all morning setting it up and now I gotta tear it all down.'
'If you need a hand,' the gator started, 'I don't have much else to do. I'll aid you if you'd like, it's not much of a problem for me.'
'Are you sure?' Fin cocked his head, 'you already volunteered your services, I don't want to inconvenience you any further.'
'Heh, don't you worry yourself over it,' the gator nodded.
'Well, thanks!' Finton grinned as he moved toward the rows of chairs. One by one he began to fold them up, placing them on a large cart. All the while, Roco started to take the stage apart. Finton watched the gator as his muscles flexed and see that frame twist and contort as he worked on dismantling the stage. The more he viewed the large reptile as he worked, the more the smaller male wanted him. Despite already having concocted a plan, he got to watch the large male use those large muscles. Every now and again he would shift in such a way that showed off the protrusion beneath the fabric of his pants. His gaze fixed for long moments at a time as he idly worked on his own task. The thick muscles flexed, his stare at the bulge in his pants still was a main focus for the small lizard...there was no way he was going to let him slip from his psychological grasp.
Now and again Roco would glance over at the skink who would simply act as if he was doing something else so as not to draw attention to his constant admiring glances. Finton struck up small conversations about school, sometimes dabbling into greater explaining the research he decided to look into. He spoke of how he always had an interest in the subject matter since he was young and had seen hypnotism used on television shows.
An hour slowly marched by, the room was finally broken apart, the chairs rest along the side and the stage was placed back into the closet where the skink had gotten it from earlier.
The large gator's stomach groaned as he stood there, 'Getting pretty hungry.'
'Sorry for keeping you so long,' the skink bowed his head at the large gator.
'Nah, like I said, don't worry about it. I'm just glad I was able to make your project a success,' Roco smiled to the smaller male. He was a real gentle guy, despite his size and build; he seemed to have a really soft soul. 'Besides, gal's making dinner for me and I don't want to keep her.'
'Ah. Girlfriend?' Finton asked, a wave of disappointment flowing through his mind. 'It's a shame, I was gonna treat you to a meal or something for helping me prove my research. It's the least I could do.'
The gator chuckled and shrugged, 'Nah, we dated but now just friends and it's okay, thank you for the kind gestu-' At that moment, the phone in his side pocket began to ring out, 'Huh...speaking of who! Hey, Carmen, what's up?...'oh. No, that's fine. Good luck with your presentation!...Alright, I'll talk to you later.' The large male tapped on the screen to end the call. 'Well, that sucks...' he chuckled and shrugged again his gut giving another low rumble, 'I guess I can take you up on that meal, if I wouldn't be imposing too much.'
'Oh, no-no! Not at all! Let's just get back to my apartment. I have a small kitchen there, I can fix something up in no time!' He turned, a grin spread on his face...lady luck must truly be on his side today!
'Thanks, I'm rather famished,' Roco stated, the constant gurgles from his stomach adding to the effect. 'Well, lead the way...uhm...'
'Oh I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. It's Finton, but please, feel free to just call me Fin.'
'Alright Fin, pleasure to meet you,' Roco extended his reach, that same smile still on his face.
'Pleasure's all mine Roco,' he smiled back at the male that stood nearly 2 feet higher than himself. -all mine...heh heh...- he reiterated in the depths of his mind.
Finally the two rid themselves of the room, vacating the building shortly after. The smaller of the lizards lead his larger counterpart through campus towards his lodging. It was quite amusing to watch him walking alongside the gator: he had to take three steps for each one of Roco's just to keep up. Buildings passed by, a few faces from the crowd strolled by sometimes with a soft giggle or sly grin.
Finally the structure the skink resided in came into view. The apartment complex was 'that building' that all students wished they lived, only a few specific students managed to get in them. Fin was lucky enough to be able to snag one of these illustrious apartments. The pair strolled up to the facade, walking into the divided path, one that shortly encountered the stairwell to other floors. The skink directed his partner up the flight of concrete steps.
Fin's place was located on the side opposite the stairs; he loved it because he didn't have to deal with the traffic of those other students who lived in this complex. He sometimes thought he was considered unlucky as his neighbor was quite the partier. Parties were often held in his dorm directly across the narrow hall. Although, for the night's purposes in the hypnotist's mind, it was perfect...no one would hear or suspect a thing.
After a trek clear across campus the pair arrived at the frame separating them from the innards of the skink's apartment. A quick turn of a key and push of the handle led to the door cracking open. The hallway by this point of the evening already had a steady flow of the university's students coming to his neighbor's apartment for the weekend's first party. He cursed his professor for making the paper due on a Saturday morning but it at least gave the young adult a free weekend.
Light filled the somewhat dark apartment slowly. It started with a crack supplied by the light from outside in the narrow corridor. Within moments the light engulfed the furniture as he flicked the switch on the wall adjacent to the entrance. Fin led his colleague into his abode, letting the door swing shut behind him.
Stepping into the living room the gator gazed about. It was your typical apartment, a decent flat screen...roughly 37" if he had to guess. Your standard couch, an arm rest apart with a light beside it and a book with a piece of paper sticking out it, most likely the small lizard's study place. 'Nicelittle place you got,' Roco spoke up, 'seems cozy.'
'It is,' Fin nodded in agreement, going to the kitchen and starting the stove up to prepare making dinner, 'I'm glad you like it.' The fire skink rummaged through the fridge getting a few ingredients out, placing them on the countertop. The sound of a can-opener whirred in the background as he prepared their meal, 'please, make yourself comfortable, Roco. Mi casa su casa.'
The large gator took up the offer, his broad form fell onto the comfy piece of furniture. The giant male took up half of the couch as he got comfortable within the confines of the cushions. He was constantly bothered by a nagging feeling that he should be someplace else, but how could he turn down someone's genuine offer? It'd be rude not to accept, besides, it was free food! Clearly the feeling in his stomach, full of hunger, overruled the urgency of his sixth sense. It wasn't long that the sounds of the room filled of sizzling food and boiling water. Paired with this, his sense of smell was overwhelmed as the lustrous aroma of herbs, tomato sauce and sausages filled the room, 'damn...that smells delicious!'
'Heh, thanks! I picked up a thing or two about cooking from my mom,' he chuckled. It wasn't going to be long until the meal was complete. The skink had to at least fulfill his word of treating the bulky alligator before he got to the treat for himself. For Finton, the food was just an appetizer: Roco was the main course selected from his personal menu. Also he had to keep it as nonchalant as possible, not wanting to scare his guest away. Everything had to go smoothly.
'Well,' he walked up to the gator, a large plate with prepared with ziti, sausage chunks, sauce and sprinkled with cheeses and herbs...the aroma and already persistent feel of hunger made the gator drool, 'here you go, bon appétit!'
'That was fast!' Roco eyed the steaming meal before him. His large hand lifted, ready to accept the reward being given for volunteering his services to the small skink, 'thank you, it smells absolutely delicious!'
Dinner progressed smoothly; Finton explained the details of his research and what he was out to prove...at least the educational aspects of it. The more sexually natured thought he kept buried in the depth of his mind. The petite skink was surprised to find that the gator was quite astute himself. The gator seemed to ask all sorts of deeply intellectual questions about the subject and adding his own rather interesting perspective spins.
'You don't suppose I could see the video, do you?' Roco asked, roughly an hour after their plates had been cleaned off. 'Just in case, I want to make sure that there's nothing illegal or can be used against me in the future, y'know?'
'Oh, sure,' Finton responded, reaching going to his messenger. His flipped the loose flap covering the entrance atop the bag only to pull out a single disc. For the first time this evening, a wave of doubt came into his mind; -damn...I hope it won't scare him away...- he pulled out his laptop, popping the CD into the drive. Before long, the scene played out entirely for the alligator.
_' Five...you're listening to me...only me...you're going to lighten your body...relax in your chair........... Four. Your eyes follow the object before you...your breathing is slowing...you are becoming more relaxed........ Three......... Two. You feel your will slipping...your vision lighter........ One...'_the video on the TV replayed the sequence as Finton watched his works at play. He was a bit nervous, not wanting the gator to become upset and storm out of his apartment in a rage from the upcoming humiliation that had been captured on the tape. Little did the small lizard know, nor remember the words he spoke before he snapped the gator out of it previously.
The scene progressed; some shuffling heard from the couch beside him. Scenarios played through the skink's mind. He was expecting the gargantuan male to rise up angrily and throw some sort of angry fit on the scene portrayed on the screen. Before long the tall gator stood from his spot, surely Roco was getting restless as he was just demanded by the skink to strip down.
'I-I can explain, Roco, p-please don't get mad!' Finton stood, turning to the gator that had just risen from the couch. 'Roco?' he looked at the male, not connecting the expressionless façade he carried.
_'Have him strip!'_echoed from the tv in the room causing the lithe lizard to redirect his attention to the screen once more. Finton glanced back up at the gator whose face remained blank as he stood motionless. 'Roco---...?' he poked at the gator's muscular arm, trying to regain the lizard's attention.
_'Roco, remove your clothing for me,'_was the next command from the video. The skink stepped back from the large male in surprise. Roco suddenly began to strip in the middle of his living room. The same motions being imitated as they were seen simultaneously on the screen. Finton was now watching the gator strip down for a second time, now behind the walls confining his apartment.
_'Very nice~... Now...your pants,'_the gator continued to follow the orders, mimicking the tape. Finton simply carried a blank stare at the male stripping right before his eyes. He was in disbelief that this was actually happening. Roco's shirt laid atop the sofa cushion while his pants soon crumpled around his feet on the soft carpeting.
'It...it worked?' a crooked smirk, a hint of disbelief crept across the small lizard's face. He stared at the form standing practically nude in his apartment. The sight of seeing the object of his recent affection towering over his smaller frame made him blush softly, hidden and blending in with the red blotches that rest on his facial design.
The skink was temporarily caught up in the presence beside him; oblivious to the tape that resumed played. Memory suddenly played back the words that ended the sequence, Fin dashed to the laptop beside the screen in order to stop the video before it advanced too far.
_'ok Roco, you may re-cl-...'_the video suddenly stopped completely. He had a golden opportunity right in the palms of his hands and wasn't about to waste it. Before returning to the gator, he stopped at the messenger bag yet again. Slowly he removed the pocket-watch he used prior to originally hypnotize the studly male that stood practically nude in his quarters. Finton proceeded to take the lengthy cord and tied it around just above where it was attached to the watch. The new loop was raised to his head, slipping it over his crown with ease until it came to rest on his neck. The skink now wore the hypnotizing watch as a necklace or a pendant, a symbol of sorts for his achievement and memory of the benefits he was about to reap.
'Not gonna miss this chance...' Finton mumbled to himself. He slowly moved across the carpeted floor while he approached the large gator once more. The large gator still stood motionless in his tight boxer-briefs centered in front of the sofa that sat in the middle of the room. The skink's eyes slowly slid their gaze down his target's built chest, down his abdominals until finally reaching the snug lump protruding from the gator's groin.
_...damn...he looks so big..._was the first thought sinking into his mind. The long black and red patterned tail flickered about behind him as he now stood beside the bulky masculine form.
The small, dark hand reached up, fingertips connecting to the large abdominals just under Roco's chest cavity. Slowly his digits slid over the muscles atop the buff gator's lower torso. His arm and hand wavering to and fro slowly as it maneuvered down the firm build of his entranced partner, 'you've got such a fine build.' I can't believe I'm really doing this...heh, he thought as he gulped softly. Finton's breathing slowly grew more erratic. His hands wandered along the male's torso, exploring every nook and cranny at his leisure.
It wasn't long until his fingers discovered the edge of the elastic waist. His slim digits brushed over the band that held snug to the gator's waist, hiding the only part of the large captive's body from sight. He eyed the thick outline of the gator's shaft, looking up at his dazed partner's face to make sure the mental hold was still intact. The gargantuan reptile neither flinched nor fought back. The thick muscles still twitched and flexed lightly when he rolled his fingertips along their perimeter. The soft, yet smooth, texture of the boxer-briefs formed to the shape of his fingers as they continued to slip further down towards the expansive bulge.
The small male shivered in excitement as he finally got to touch the shaft, albeit still hidden, that made the material protrude. Tantalizingly, his digits explored more of the covered surface, imprinting beneath the formfitting spandex. The length beneath twitched from the sensitive feel of the fibers gliding along his reptilian genitals. Despite being in a completely hypnotized state, his body was still responding as it normally would when placed in this situation. The skink's lithe fingers slid further along the twitching shaft, the material slowly beginning to stretch even further, more so when the gator's foreskin covered head was reached. The phallus being molested by the slick material made the gator's thick tail twitch flicker occasionally against the surface of the couch behind them.
'Mmm...such a big lizard, aren't you?' the small skink spoke in quiet yet sultry manner. His hand left the outlined shaft, which pressed the jut the spandex further as it slowly filled out. Even if he placed his hand against the length beneath, the sheer size of the flaccid shaft was too large for his grasp to even encompass, and that wasn't even counting the hefty sack beneath. His soft hold against the bulge was gradually pushed further away from the alligator's groin as he gradually became more aroused with each passing second. The motions of the smaller lizard's hands and digits caressed every centimeter of his victim's package, gently massaging the sack in one hand while the other now stroked along the tall alligator's midsection. Even the musk being emitted by this large male was alluring. Everything about this gator only urged the skink to explore his curious, lustful drives even further.
He could hold his urges back for so long. The skink had to see just how sizable this behemoth male's dick was. He gave the shaft a squeeze, watching it shift underneath its constraints as it continued to slowly swell driving the skink's visual senses wild. His yearned for Roco's maleness like a hungry sailor, deprived of food, who had been lost at sea for months. His fingers finally released the material watching it spring from the ever-increasing space, tightened by the arousal of the gator, tenting more each second.
Finton licked his lips as he gave one last glance at the fabric covered groin. His fingers returning to the elastic waistband once more, fingertips pressing against Roco's smooth belly hide. The skink's digits pushed under, sliding right beneath the band. He caught his first whiff of the stronger, more intoxicating musk originating from the large reptile's groin, once entrapped within the spandex's strained border. Everything felt like it was moving at slow motion at this point, the slow tug of the lithe lizard's hands downward exposing the once hidden hide just beneath the gator's waist. The hugging garment freed from its hold, the rich musk intermixed with the air within the apartment.
Finton glanced back up at the gator; the giant male's chest was shifting heavier. In...and out. Roco surely wasn't self-aware of what was being done to him but his body surely knew how to react! His persian green eyes remained fixed forward, paying no heed to the skink's advances. His arms and legs shaking slightly from the arousing sensations coursing through his nervous system, still sending signals of sexual stimulation to his relinquished mind.
The small skink smirked as he returned his gaze to the gator's entrapped crotch. The boxer-briefs showed the base of the shaft, sliding down the sensual topside of his length. Finton's excitement grew as the girth revealed itself to him. He had to stop and think for a second: why was he prolonging this? With that thought in mind, he pulled the garment down. The now half-erect gator cock leapt out as the waistband finally cleared that last succulent inch.
The young researcher gawked at the size. He'd never seen a cock so large! It was only slightly past half. The gator's sack very well complimented his length, heavy with a pouch whose orbs could easily rest in each of Finton's palms. Granted the psychology major was of supple build, his head barely reaching the bottom of his counterpart's chest.
'E-Enough of this,' he scoffed to himself. His hand swept up between Roco's legs, brushing against the thick gator thighs in the process just to scoop the ample orbs in his palm, too large to both fit so it was no surprise that one rolled out. Still he finally got his prized male down to nothing, nude in his own apartment without having to even buy a dinner or go on a date...this was perfect! Or so Finton thought, at least.
His head hunkered down, snout going directly for the length that stuck out from the large reptile's groin. The scent of this male was amazing. Such masculinity! Such a dominant species now at his beck and call; able to do what he pleased to him with no cause for immediate worry. His tongue darted out of his maw, the black tongue the opposite of the white length it was now layering with his saliva. The long tongue slid from the thick, foreskin covered phallus all the way to the base where it connected to the large male's form. His fingers massaged, squeezed and rolled the hefty orbs while the scent drove him deeper into his already heavy lustful state of mind. Ooohhh the things he wanted to do to this guy.
A few wet laps of the gator's length sent it growing a little bit more, the foreskin gently tugging back more and more as his girth filled out even further. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue underneath the reptile's still mildly loose foreskin, his saliva getting in underneath as it skimmed between that and the base curve of the hooded tip. He took a grasp at the base, squeezing the digits that once teased, around the wide base. His hand didn't even make it 2/3 the way around the thick meat, and it still pushed his grasp further apart!
All this time the gator's breathing seemed to be the only part effected. That is, besides the obvious erection jetting more and more from the gator's groin as time passed and the seduction continued. Roco's mouth hung open slightly, his thick chest rising and falling as the blood continued to rush into his length, filling it out more and more. The small lizard's hand tugged along the slimy, saliva coated base. He removed his tongue and placed his other hand around more of the gator's huge cock. It was now roughly 10 inches in length, bobbing up and down but still not fully erect, it was only sticking outward. Both hands wrapped around the immense thickness, gripping it like a baseball bat. He began tugging and pushing along that shaft, watching the foreskin shift up and down right above the thickest part of the tip, just before it reached the shaft. As the extra skin shifted and squeezed, drops of precum formed from the slit on top. His tongue slid out once more, gathering some of the slightly bitter nectar for the sake of his perverted mind.
He was thrilled to no extent that his hypnosis theory and experiment worked and that now he was being placed into his own hypnotic trance with the aid of the potent musk clouding his mind with lust. His own senses were being drowned out and just wanted that succulent alligator dick, now drooling copiously over the partially skin-covered phallus. The skink removed his tongue, a string of pre-cum connected the tip of his tongue to the tip of the pulsing cock head inches in front of him. His smaller hand slid up the slick length, bunching the foreskin a little, tugging it up along the girth. Fin made sure to get enough pre-cum on his palms, rubbing around the thick tip giving it the occasional squeeze. This simply coaxed even more of the delicious lubricant from the juicy gator dick. He began to tug gently once again, the other hand stroking along the base of the gator's length. His own breathing now becoming more labored and heavy than his controlled partner's, heaving as he took in that strong scent, overwhelming his mind.
He watched as the foreskin finally began to give way. The combination of pre-cum and his own saliva finally eased the once snug foreskin back over the thick head. With a pop, the tight skin cover finally pulled down along the shaft, leaving the thick swollen tip uncovered. Finton released his grasp and watched in awe as the entire length throbbed, each pulse making Roco's erection grow even more. Each twitch of the large cock aimed his shaft upwards until it had the ultimate classic appearance: curving upward until it was practically parallel with his thick, toned body. The clear juices rolled down the tip. The massive girth finally reached its peak length just under a foot long, roughly 11 inches if the young adult had to venture a guess. He also had to have been at least 3 ½ inches thick, knowing his hands wouldn't even fit around the girth before him.
His muzzle pulled back, admiring the throbbing tower of solid mass escalated from the gator's groin. His hand reached forward again, jostling the large heavy sack in his palm, each orb roughly 2 inches in diameter. They were full of rich gator seed, which Finton wanted so badly. His other hand rest atop of the wide endowment and began to press the curvature of the rock hard erection towards his mouth. It was like pressing down on a tight diving board at the community pool, so much tension was built up in that towering maleness. His nostrils flared from the scent which only grew stronger the more he lowered his head towards the thick phallus not long freed from the entrapment of his protective foreskin.
The skink's tongue danced across the drooling tip. His mouth was soon to follow as his lips brushed over the edge of the male's wrist thick head. The gator's phallus slid along the buds of his tongue, pressing deeper into the hungry maw as his head sunk down along the lengthy girth. At this point the small male had to undo his own pants, his own erection painfully tented his dark slacks. With a tug, the metallic strip slid down while still he dipped his head further along the gator's dick. His nostrils flared with an exhale of relief as most the strain was gone after tugging his pants, followed with his own boxers, downward. His took one of his pre-cum and saliva coated hands to his length, grasping his own solid 7 ½ inch member. He knew he was above average for his height but it didn't matter to him now. He began to bob his head slowly along the length of the largest cock he'd ever had the luxury to view face to face.
He grunted softly as his slick hand worked along the length of his aching erection. His excitement continued to grow and idea after idea popped into his mind. Not being able to contain his desires, Finton withdrew his mouth from the length, with a wet schlorp and smack of his moistened lips. He slid his tongue over the bulbous tip, which resulted in a light pulsing throb and coax more small streams of precum to ooze around the tip.
'Roco,' he spoke, a heated lust visible in his breath, 'I want you to sit back down onto the couch.' As he had hoped and expected, the gargantuan reptile's frame hunkered down towards the furniture. Pre-cum smeared between and against his abdominals as he sunk back down into the cushions, a string of the clear liquid connecting from the tip to the mass of his body. The erection almost seemed even more massive when he sat, standing erect along his formed abs.
Without hesitation the skink climbed over the large male's lap, his tail tip twitching about in the excitement and deep lust his body was forced to deal with. The scent from the gator bringing out and magnifying his desires, clouding the small male's mind with only thoughts of sinking that massive shaft deep into his gut. The makeshift pendant with the watch he had previously used to make the initial hypnosis. His lithe body hunkered over the towering, drooling shaft poised right for the skink's lifted tail. He looked at the gator's face, his expressionless façade. The alligator's persian green eyes still fixated at the empty space before him, which now was filled with the view of the skinks smaller form looming inches over the reptile's erection.
I...I need...I need this monster in me, Finton spoke within his mind, his breathing was intense. The small lizard's hands came to rest upon the largely framed gator's shoulders. The skink's tail was lifted and out of the path of his goal. Slowly he began to lower himself through the emptiness of the air separating his small tight rump and the length that he could only compare with the size of his own forearm.
Finally, he felt it: that thick reptilian tip, moist with pre-cum and his own spit, wedging up between his supple cheeks. This was what he had waited for, the true goal of his research, to be in this type of situation with an object of his sexual desire. His taut cheeks spread, the thick tip sliding along his taint until he felt the sensations of it touching the soft ring between them. The smaller male's breathing became even more erratic as the anticipation overwhelmed him. This was his last chance to back down but would he? Hell no!
The soft pucker caved in slowly, the weight of the small skink in combination of gravity lowering his frame onto the massive length. His breathing picked up even further and the red splotched on his face now was blended more thoroughly as a deep blush now filled his cheeks. The ring spread wider around the slowly penetrating, swollen phallus, pre-cum already beginning to slowly leak inside of him. He felt himself being spread so wide, the thick tip almost teasingly prodding his passage's entryway. The pressure increased as he sunk further along the tip, slowly filling his passage and already beginning to stretch his walls.
After what felt like agonizing and tantalizing hours, which it really wasn't, the thickest part of the gator's cock popped inside of the skinks body. The sheer size suddenly pushing inside made his ears pop, ringing for moments after as he let out a deep gasp. His tight walls were made to spread wide to accommodate the monstrous girth that slipped deeper, centimeter by thick inch. Pre-cum flowed from the tip as it sank deeper past the skink's petite rump, the ooze coated walls failed to solidly grasp as they were spread by the reptilian meat.
The small hands squeezed the broad shoulders as he slid down. It felt like it was going on forever, the gator's dick sliding deeper and deeper as the small male skewered himself. His panting was deep, chest rising and sinking heavily. The eternity finally came to a sudden halt; the skink felt the soft hide of Roco's thighs and ample sack against his cheeks. He finally reached the base of that gargantuan endowment, the length flexing and throbbing in his depths. The tight walls that enveloped the cock in their velvety, moist hold, were stretched wide to withstand the immense size.
D...damn...big... Finton thought in the depths of his mind, but he left no time for second guessing or regret as he began to slide his body along the thick tube. A stifled groan escaped his lips, body leaned in against the bulky, heaving pectorals of the large specimen. 'Just...relax Roco...let...let me do...as I please,' he spoke softly to the reptile. His lithe body slowly released more of the large cock from his now slimy-with-pre grip, the cooler air in the room wrapping around the gargantuan length once again. Only sliding up half way, the small lizard stopped his ascent. His body sunk back, taking the gator back inside of him wholly once again. A soft plap echoed as his cheeks made contact with the thick legs of the large male.
He began to pick up a steady pace from here on. Repeatedly he pushed and lifted his body, tugging the thick length along his lubricated ring, stretched wide from the imposing cock. The scent of the other male's musk intoxicated his mind, driving him to utilize the length inside of him. The slaps echoing louder as he grunts, the sounds mixing as the gator's plentiful pre-cum not only coated the skink's walls but his entire shaft as well. Extra dribbled onto the massive male's equally matched sack.
Finton worked his hips as he pulled his body up, the swollen phallus teased from the tightness and pressure felt within. He worked the gator's cock like it was his life's ambition...which at this point, it was. Time and time again the large sack squished up against the smaller reptile's rump, the skin from the loose sack crinkling each time the skink came to rest upon the large groin. Roco's heated breath bore down upon his captor's head, the intense feeling of his shaft being worked so voraciously by the smaller lizard.
'Oh...ungh god,' Finton gasped out, his hand grasping his own length now tender from the intense rush coming from the constantly reapplied pressure against his prostate. 'Take...take my ass Roco,' he commanded with a huff, lost in the pleasure of the intense sex, '...d-don't stop, until I say....'
As commanded the gator's hand shifted to under the skinks tailbase, using it to aid in lifting his small body into the air as his hips started to hoist upwards to connect with his smaller partner's ass. The hefty sack swung upwards, it wasn't as loose as it had been and the throbbing grew more intense within the taut innards. Roco was nearing his peak, his shaft having been worked for quite some time now. The gator thrust his hips still, the length sliding out a few inches before disappearing past those tight buttocks. His pupils remained dilated, blankly fucking the smaller reptilian male on his lap.
Fin could hardly take it, his own sack jumped with the momentum the gator had picked up the pace on his temporary owner's command. His breathing was intense and the sounds of pure sex filled the room, his body acting on muscular impulse and memory rather than consciously smashing his groin against those supple cheeks. The skink, however, was entering a trance of the gator's kind. The rich scent produced from the pheromones driving the student to want more. His lust insatiable, bouncing on that massive length, 'I...I -ugh- don't want...this to end~' he whined out.
It wasn't long until semen shot onto the gator's torso, rope after thick rope stringing up along his broad body. The white seed almost blending in with the light color of his hide. His heavy onslaught of thrusts continued, the skink's passage clamping down even tighter around the throbbing girth. Heavy pants, growing more erratic and choppy as his succulent orbs drew closer to his equally large frame. The rippling along his engorged dick from the walls' spasms coaxed Roco's own climax.
The deep thrusts were now accompanied by copious shots from the throbbing gator dick. Each pulse sent his rich seed into the small male's depths. Roco continued his deep thrusts through his intense orgasm, filling his smaller counterpart with the stinging heat of his seed, showing no sign of easing up. Each withdraw coaxed some of his copious load out, dribbling down his length just to be painted to his groin and sack when he shoved back, balls-deep, into the messy passage. His large length plunged into the small male's depths making the skink groan in bliss, filling him with the content of his balls. Each twitch from the sack sent another round up the 11 inch shaft, burying his genetic material inside the male's gut.
Finton leaned against the brute's chest, riding out the intense climax. The thrusts didn't stop even after the eruption ebbed, Roco still driving his length deeply into his body. His eyes closed for a moment, and that moment he felt as if his body was being tossed into the air. The dark lids reopened, his body WAS being bucked into the air. The large gator was standing in front of the couch, bucking his massive girth inside the skink's rump. The excess seed dribbling out of his stretched ring, splashing down and trickling along the large reptilian sack swinging below.
His mouth opened to say something but was suddenly cut short with a yelp as the gator began to move. The watch dangling around his neck, hands still moving in their constant circular motion, bounced against his chest with the deep lunges. The thrusts became rougher; the thick length jabbed repeatedly at his prostate with great strength and velocity. Finton couldn't comprehend how he was doing this, the gator's mind was supposed to be his to control. Yet here the gator was, facial structure unchanged, wailing into his rump. His mind echoed the words spoken just moments before 'don't stop...I don't want this to end.' It was entirely plausible that the gator took these as commands to continue until the command was given to stop.
'R-Ro..Roco~!' he whined out, the motions of his body still jerking into the air. Large hands grasping his cheeks, spreading them wide as the reptile continued to fuck him on command. 'I...I command you...to st--' he was cut off with a sharp gasp as the air suddenly rushed out from his lungs. The gator had pushed him into a wall beside the door, the mind's control was still in his grasp but he had no control over the alligator's bodily urges. The intense shoves continued into his tight body, the still heavy sack smacking up against his rump with each wet connection of the larger hips to the smaller rump. Finton was at a loss of words; or rather...he couldn't get them out.
No words escaped his lips as the large male continuously plunged his hips at the skink's now moist rear steadily, each contact emitting a resonating wet smack. ...I...I can't say a thing..., Fin thought to himself as his back ground against the wall, his motions sending him sliding up and down as the intense thrusts felt like they were going to knock the wind from his chest, d...damn...too...too much~. His control over his captive still held, the large gator bucking wildly into his cum-filled passage, churning the deposited seed with that thick mushroom tip that prevented more from seeping out. His plan, in a way, had backfired. He was at the mercy of the one he had hypnotized; reminded of it every second he felt the cold tap of the watch on his heated chest. His legs were held open around the gator's wide waistline. The heavy sack swung up against his wet cheeks. The gator's position didn't change, his gaze fixed forward as only his groin and hips moved, mindlessly deep-breeding the small-framed male's form.
The smaller frame was all but motionless, his body pressed up against the wall, jerking up and down with the powerful thrusts spreading his slimy, cum-coated walls. His breathing was hard and choppy, each exhale released with extra force, only made sharper by the hard thrusts that hammered his body. His small prostate was being thrashed upon, the pressure dissipating for mere milliseconds before reapplying in a feral demeanor. The large orbs hanging below slapped against the lithe rump, each swing connecting with a loud, wet smack. Each return motion connected the sack to the skink's rump for mere moments with thin strings of semen that had oozed out previously.
I...I don't 'ugh!'know if 'agh!'I can keep this 'mmf!!' up~, his train of thought was interrupted by the forceful thrusts beneath his body. The make-shift pendant slapping against his chest, a constant reminder of the trap he had just set himself up for. Each inch of that massive, thick reptile's dick slid out and shoved back in the smaller male. He was still following the command issued to him, showing no signs of fatigue and surely not slowing in the slightest.
Roco's thick phallus was beginning to swell slightly again, the tender edges of that mushroom tip squeezed by the skink's passage. It fit him like a glove, one that was maybe meant for someone his partner's size. His girth spread the tight passage over and over again, throbbing and beginning to flex as the sack's heavy slapping grew more strained. His ball sack crawled up to his body, readying for another launch of their rich content into the slimy but still vice like grip as his thrusts continued at full force. It wasn't much longer until he shoved deep once more, balls pressing against the smaller male's ass driving his full 11 inch length into the warm depths. More gator semen shot into the skink's small body again, pulling out an inch or two, just to shove back against the spread cheeks to deposit more of his semen. The second round mixed with the previous load. The seed began to leak around the gator's immensely thick cock. It oozed out past the convulsing ring, the smaller scale's passage once more rippling and tugging at the length buried inside.
Over a dozen times the large shaft twitched, flexed, pulsed and throbbed. Each coinciding with the hard shoves against Finton's cum splattered ass. This time it seemed as if Roco was finally going to stop his rough advances, despite the skink still rather enjoying it. He huffed and puffed heavily, the skink finally finding a moment of reprieve from the intense fucking he just received. His body tuckered out from just the sheer size of his partner's massively thick shaft. The climax had ebbed finally, the smaller body overshadowed by the larger male's.
m...maybe...he's done now, the skink conjectured. It wasn't much longer that he felt his back remove itself from the wall. His head lifted, looking around rapidly as the gator slipped into the small male's bedroom. The room was partially lit as the door cracked open, the shadows being overwhelmed by the light shining in. The smaller male was trying to rapidly catch his breath as the thick length pushed up inside his gut with each step towards the male's bed. Each jabbing inside of him, reminding him he was still impaled on the mammoth shaft spreading his ring around it.
'R-Roco...th-that's..enou-ngh!' the skink grunted as he felt his back now hit another surface. Each time he tried to command the behemoth of an alligator, the words were interrupted just prior to completion. His hips were held up in the air now, the heavy sack resting against his rump between his spread legs. Without a moment to spare the bed began to bounce as the gator began driving his hips once more into Finton's twice filled rear. n...not again...j-just let me say it! Fin shouted in his mind while groans escaped his lips.
This was now the third time he felt Roco's gifted length shifting heavily in his abdomen. The gator's face looking at the chest bouncing against the bed, shoved against the smooth sheeted surface. The rotation of the clock's hands continued in their timely fashion around the face, the behemoth's gaze fixed upon it. There was no doubt he wasn't in his own right of mind but the order that was issued was still in play without any chance of the small skink getting a word in edgewise. Regardless the onslaught of thrusts continued slamming into his rump. Cum splattered against the gator's hips and trickling onto the covers beneath. The wet smacks of the moist ball sack echoing in the room as the skink's short cries of pleasure rung out in unison.
The brutal fucking went on for what seemed like hours. Finton's body constantly pumped with a fresh load of his mind-prisoner's semen. Six times Roco filled his gut with the stinging warmth since he had entered the apartment. The sheets stained; well splattered from his immense loads that were often gushed out onto their no longer smooth, crisp surface. He had finally managed to get a single command out, 'stop!' He had no idea how long it would have gone on...but one thing was certain now. He certainly had amazing endurance as well as a massive endowment.
Finton knew he wasn't going to be walking right for a couple days after this escapade. Although, now the skink just created an evening to surely remember, something to brag about to others with his first adventure with the gator. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be seeking the company of the gator again, he already had a strong hold over his mind and could manipulate it to his liking. He finally rose up off the large shaft, his own semen sticking to his heaving chest. He looked up at the clock beside his bed: 11:20.
'Shit! I need to finish my report!' he rose from the bed in a hurry. A sting from his rear reminded him suddenly that he wasn't in the best physical condition for such excited motions. His legs didn't want to close as he waddled towards the door. Finton left the room for a moment, semen trickling down his legs as the copious mixed loads of semen escaped his abused pucker. He shortly returned to the room with a little plastic icepack, sitting it down on the seat of his chair.
'Ahhh....' he sighed as his sore rump came to rest upon the cool sack on his chair. He flipped the screen open for his laptop, illuminating more of the room as it powered up. He knew exactly what he was going to write. His research proved to be a success. The skink smiled quietly to himself as he proceeded to open the document and renewed typing the rest of the document. Thankfully he had done most of it prior to tonight. All that was left was to explain his experiment and share the results.
'Test subject fully submit to the tester. Although what surprised me most was the fact his body retained such vigilant muscle memory despite loss of self-thought.' Finton turned to face the bed, Roco still laying atop it, his shaft softening only a quarter its full size. The large gator's semen had trickled out in small amounts from his semi-swollen tip onto his formed belly. The foreskin slowly wrapped loosely around the base of his phallus.
File. Save. The document was saved after a quick scan for obvious errors, changing the wording around slightly to ensure the best quality he could give before it was too late. He was running low on time and wanted to just get the paper in on time. An email was quickly typed up as well, two attachments along with it: the video of his 'show' and the documented experiment.
...Half a week later...
The skink was still a tad sore when he walked to his professor's office. He received an email from the Dr. Kavoras stating his paper was graded. The policy for this class was for the students to pick their graded papers so they could reflect with the professor and discuss if necessary. He passed with an A-. Finton was more than pleased with the end result especially now that he had his own personal mind slave, for sexual purposed, when he wanted and desired.
A light rap on the door beckoned the skink. 'Come on in Finton,' the saurian looked up, motioning the male to enter as he stood in his door way. The broadly build older male sat behind his desk, looking away from his computer screen for a moment. Finton smiled and wobbled slightly to the seat, he was still rather tender from his expedition.
'Everything alright with you?' the older professor asked, 'You look like you hurt yourself.'
'You can say that...but the end result was totally worth it. I had a busy weekend you can say,' he chuckled and smiled to himself.
'Well that's good,' the professor sorted through some documents, handing the skink his report. 'Fascinating stuff, I'm honestly surprised it worked, myself.' The saurian gave a smile and nod. 'Of course,' he started, 'This type of thing would never work on me. Never has, never will.' The built, older lizard leaned back in his chair, grinning to himself, taking pride in the fact his mind was unbreakable. 'People tried, my mind is stronger than that, being in this field and what not.'
Hearing this, the young skink smirked upon hearing this, 'Is that an open invitation sir?'
Dr. Kavoras stood up giving the young male a very clear view of the large male's very sizable bulge as it came into view over the edge of his desk. 'Read into it as you may, but I doubt you'd succeed,' the saurian crossed his thick arms across his chest, a smug grin on his face.
Finton smirked, reaching up around his neck. He removed his trinket watch that had been dangling like a prize. He looked up and stood from his seat, a glimmer of lust and determination shone in his eyes. His looked up at the older reptile, extending his reach to shake the other's hand, 'I accept your challenge...'