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Warning: pretentious writer bullshit ahead. Just saying. Skip the italics if you're only interested in the story. :)

Writing is hard. Failures are to be expected. This story is a failure, but I thought I'd post it anyways. I was trying to come up with a good idea for Zsisron's hypno story contest, The Mesmers, but this one just won't cut it.

Hypnosis is about power - the subjugation of another person. Power dynamics can trigger sexual responses. Little guys into Amazonian women, twinks and their daddies, or dominatrixes and their pets - power goes hand in hand with sex.

How many ways can you present the same idea? I'm having trouble coming up with a unique spin. Too often my story ideas for hypnosis boil down to "unwilling dude gets hypnotized into buttsex". Hypnosis is not the point of the story, it's just a plot device to get someone laid.

I'm still working on an idea to use hypnosis in a real way that's not just a plot-advancer, but a plot point, something around which the story revolves. I may leave the traditional realm of hypnosis with that story and focus on induced trances through subterfuge, which is what I did, kind of, for last year's Mesmers.

I really want to explore the idea of personality. What makes you a person? Does losing your original "you" make you a non-person? Or do you simply become a new version of you? Or are you a different person entirely? Part of my inspiration for this line of thinking is Darwen's commissioned series of pictures of Daddy Darwen overwriting the personality chips of cute otters he happens across, turning them into his personal harem. It's an interesting idea, changing personalities, and one I want to explore a little more with more subtlelty than I was able to manage here.

Still, this failed attempt is pretty raunchy, lots of dirty talk and butt-fucking, so hey, someone out there may like it. But it's not the story I'll be submitting to the contest. :)

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Master Em cut a fine figure on the stage. His silver cape flapped behind him, too shiny for the deep black of his finely tailored suit. Black shoes and a black tie stood in stark contrast to the long, lithe mink's pure white fur. Despite it being early in June, the mink somehow retained his winter colors, adding even more mystique to his appearance.

The crowd of rambunctious college students cheered as the lights dimmed throughout the auditorium. The mink swirled to the center of the stage, bathed in a bright spotlight.

"Welcome, ladies and gents, to a night of wonder! The brain is the most powerful organ and I am master of the psychic arts... for I am... Master Em, the Mind Eater!"

Wild applause greeted the mink's pronouncement. The students were here for a show and so far, the strange male was delivering. The night's entertainment had only just begun, after all - a band played before and a comedian was due up next, then more music, all set up and paid for by the school as its end-of-year party.

Master Em surveyed the crowd, eyes wide and unblinking.

"Should you be chosen to appear on this stage, I will shape your mind to my every whim," he said, voice dropping lower and lower, until every ear in the auditorium was craned forward. You could have heard a pin drop. "I will demolish your senses, cause you to see the unseen, to feel the unfeelable. You will be entraced, magicked, stunned..."

Master Em paused, arms outspread, head tipped back, cape glittering under the lights. He could hear their anticipation.

"For I am Master Em! Psychic lord of all I survey!"

Small pyrotechnics went off around the front of the stage - nothing more than flashy smoke bombs, but the audience roared its approval as Master Em swirled his way through the smoke and down the steps, up the aisle, where he critically examined the faces of the students, already looking for people who could easily be put under.

"To help me pick my subjects for tonight's entertainment, may I introduce my apprentice... Kay the Thinker!"

A slim, smooth otter appeared from under Master Em's cape. The audience applauded the magic, though all eyes were turned on the two as they roved the audience. The otter wore a black suit similar to Master Em's - black on black on black.

Gradually the seats on stage filled, until twelve lucky people sat, tapping toes and wagging tails. Master Em returned to the stage followed by his apprentice. The otter's face bore no expression as he stood near his employer. His eyes were bright and alert and he smiled as a stage assistant should, but beneath that outer appearance, the otter didn't seem to be there. It was as though he were merely pretending to be acting as the assistant.

Of course, the eager students on stage and in the audience didn't notice - not many did.

Master Em walked to one end of the stage, then back, examining each of the twelve students in turn. Several shivered as he passed by them.

Master Em smiled at one particular student. Kay must have chosen him - the otter had a natural ability to choose the most interesting subjects. This one was a particularly fine specimen, a red panda. Unusually for his species, this was a strapping young male, broad in the shoulders, muscular, fit. He wore a branded t-shirt that hugged his pecs and hard belly. Master Em made a note of him as he walked down the line with a microphone, introducing each person to the audience. Several got cheers or applause from their friends as they said their names, year in school, and favorite movie. The movie didn't matter, but Master Em thought it helped people relax.

When he got to the red panda, Master Em stared at him hard, forcing the male to stare into his eyes as he answered.

"My name... is Colin Montwell... I'm... I'm a senior..."

The red panda didn't get much further because the entire auditorium erupted in cheers and applause.

"Oh, a campus celebrity!" Master Em said, smiling. The mink leaned in close, pink nose twitching at the red panda's excited scent. "Why are you famous, Mr. Montwell?"

"Uh... I play football. Quarterback," Colin mumbled. "Won the Honey Bowl this year."

The crowd cheered again and Master Em stood up, smiling at the red panda. His cock twitched in his pants and he mentally checked himself. Soon.

"We'll be sure to take extra special care of you... won't we, Kay?"

The crowd cheered for the last few people, then Master Em began the trance monologue. The group was fairly easy to put under. Master Em was particularly encouraged by the way Colin took to it. The strapping male's head hung over his chest, bobbing slightly, arms and ankles limp.

Master Em smiled again as he finished up. It was just a light trance, enough to lower their inhibitions while on stage and do silly things. The show was fairly straightforward - tell them it's cold and getting colder and watch them shiver; tell them they're being chased by dinosaurs; make all the ladies think one of the males smells amazing and watch them all crawl all over him. Master Em made sure to do that one to Colin; the crowd loved it.

After about forty-five minutes, Master Em had them all seated and deep asleep. He turned to the crowd and spread his arms wide.

"We're nearing the end of our show, ladies and gents! I hope you've enjoyed seeing just a small glimpse into the powers of the brain," he said, casually leaning on Kay, his assistant. The short otter stood completely motionless, blank and happy gaze still beaming towards the audience.

"Before we go, however, we have one final trick to perform. I'll give each of our wonderful guests a final suggestion. They won't remember this suggestion, but as soon as I say a certain word, they'll be compelled to perform the action I told them to."

Finished with his explanation, Master Em leaned in close to each individual in turn, whispering urgently into their ears, grasping their shoulders to help imprint his commands on their subconscious minds.

When he came to Colin, however, he whispered something else.

The crowd always loved the post-hypnotic suggestions. Master Em sent the twelve volunteers back to their seats and, long white tail slithering over his impeccable black pants, he thanked the crowd for coming. Every now and then, he would pop in a command word and watch as one after another the twelve lurched to their feet to shout crazy things.

"The truth is out there! The truth is out there!"

"The farmer in the dell... the farmer in the dell..."

Master Em programmed one volunteer to believe she'd just won a million dollars; after activating her, the hapless vixen ran on the stage and thanked everyone and promised to start a scholarship fund before Master Em woke her up, to the amusement of the crowd.

When he activated Colin, the red panda charged to the front of the auditorium and called plays as though he were quarterbacking another big game. The big male laughed when he woke up and realized what he was doing - but something else nagged him in the back of his mind. He felt a compulsion, but he couldn't understand what it was he was meant to do.

The crowd applauded Master Em's exit and cheered as the band came on stage and set up their equipment. Colin sat in his chair, slumped, legs spread, trying to think. His brain felt fuzzy and warm - pleasant but distracting. He found it hard to focus on what his friends said.

"I'll be back, just gonna get some air," he said at last.

Walking helped. The nagging feeling went away as he headed out of the auditorium. He kept walking, all the way around, towards the rear parking lot where the vans belonging to the various bands waited, along with one or two buses.

Colin walked still, as though in a dream, up to a large camper-bus with "Master Em" written across the black paint in jagged silver letters. The red panda knocked on the door, confused as to why he was doing this.

The otter Kay answered and silently opened the door. Colin stepped inside and the otter shut it behind him. Colin heard the lock click, but his eyes were focused elsewhere.

The inside of the camper was unique. There was no kitchen area, so the middle of the camper was wide open besides the table on one side and a couch on the other. The table was expensive-looking, made of high-quality imported wood of deep red. The couch was similarly fine. The walls were coated in plush, tight felt. The floor was wooden, a deep oak. There was a door to the driving area towards the front as well as a small room - Colin supposed it was the bathroom and shower.

The back of the bus held an extremely large bed. There were no walls separating it from the main area. Four large posts ran from the corners of the bed to the ceiling. See-through silks draped from the corners, though they didn't fall down far enough to obscure what was on the bed.

Master Em lay across the dark purple satin comforter. He was nude from the tips of his white ears to the small black claws on his snow-white feet. His body was long and sinuous, smooth yet powerful. His flat belly led into a well-formed chest, though he had no overt musculature.

What the white mink had, however, was a massive erection. It lay across his belly, reaching easily to his pale pink nipples. The light red shaft twitched, hard as steel. Master Em caressed it occasionally, or sometimes cupped his heavy, softball-sized nuts. The mink was the most hung male the red panda had ever seen, though his experience was limited to straight porn videos downloaded from the internet.

Colin gaped at the size of the hypnotist's member, awestruck. The fuzziness in his brain remained, but he found himself questioning why he was here, staring at a naked male, while another waited patiently behind him.

"Uh..." he started.

"You're wondering why you're here," Master Em cooed. He rolled onto his side, stretching his arms and pushing his hips out, making his massive length flop against the satin comforter. Colin licked his lips. "You're here because you want to be."

"I'm not... I mean... I've never..."

"Oh, but you want to," Master Em purred. He slipped from the bed like water streaming off a rock, reforming in front of Colin. The red panda's jaw hung open stupidly as white fingers slid over his chin. "Just listen to my voice, Colin... listen and relax... relax..."

Colin smiled as the mink murmured to him. His arms sagged and he leaned forward, chest out, hips bent, a dopey grin on his face. The mink smiled, hard erection bobbing up and down. The red panda never stood a chance as Master Em put him under deeper and deeper, until the big, muscular male could hardly stand. He was around six-foot-five and, compared to Master Em's own five-foot-eight, fairly towered over him. Kay, at just five-foot-four, appeared smaller still.

Nevertheless, the little white-furred male had the bigger one completely under control. A predatory grin flashed on the mink's sharp white teeth as his paw caressed the bigger male's cheek. He nodded at Kay. Unnoticed, the small otter stepped forward and pressed a hypodermic needle into the red panda's neck. Colin didn't even blink as the otter injected the bright green fluid.

"Now, Colin," Master Em said, returning to his bed, "I want you to remember you. Remember all about yourself. Your name, your age, your childhood, your friends and family. Imagine you're sailing a boat and casting a net. Each time you pull up on those cords, you haul in more memories, more emotions, everything about your life, every experience that makes you who you are."

As he spoke, Master Em crossed his legs daintily, pushing his huge balls up against his belly. His shaft twitched, the bulging crown rubbing between his light pecs. The mink shivered as he watched his prey.

Kay pulled the needle free and stepped back, placing it back into an empty black case.

"I want you to hold all the memories and emotions and knowledge you have in that boat - don't worry, it's plenty big enough," Master Em continued. "Have you done this for me, Colin?"

"Y... yes..."

The red panda's voice was thick and slow. His eyes glazed over as an even deeper trance overtook him, helped along in no small part by the drugs coursing through his system, making him more pliant and malleable than even Master Em could do with hypnosis alone.

"Good, very good. I want you to sail that boat full of everything that makes you who you are and sail it across that blue, blue ocean... you're going to sail into a harbor, a beautiful green harbor, where an otter waits for you."

Colin began to drool.

"Can you see the otter, Colin?"

"Yes..."

Kay stepped in front of the large male. He remained motionless as Master Em spoke.

"Now, get out of the boat and onto the pier. Give the rope attached to that boat to the otter."

Colin's paw rose and reached towards Kay. His fist was clenched, as though holding onto a cord tightly. Kay took the invisible rope from the male.

"Very good," Master Em hissed. "I'm going to keep this boat, Colin. Just for now. Until I give it back to you, you will not be able to remember anything. In fact, you are no longer Colin while I control this boat. Do you understand? You are not Colin, because you have given me everything that makes you Colin."

"Yes..."

"Very good. Your name is Jay now. And you are my property. Do you understand when I say that I own you, Jay? You are mine to do with as I please - your mind is no longer your own. You will have no emotion, no pleasure, no pain, unless I command it. You will remember nothing of this - you will remember only the things I tell you to remember, and when I give you back Colin, he will not remember any of this either. Do you understand?"

Colin - now Jay - swayed on his feet. His half-closed eyes blinked slowly once, then twice. He straightened and his face drew tight, into the same blank, glass-eyed stare Kay kept.

"I understand," the red panda said.

Master Em's cock throbbed. A rivulet of clear pre-cum ran down the underside of the length, darkening the skin along its path before it disappeared into the white fuzz of his stretched sheath. This had been even easier than he'd imagined.

"You will address me as master. You will obey my every command immediately and without hesitation. You will not speak unless told to."

"Yes, master."

"Good boy. Now strip."

The red panda's breathing remained even and neutral as he pulled off his shirt, then his pants. His tight boxer briefs bulged with a fat male sheath, which soon hung in open air as the buff male kicked off the last of his clothes.

"You are so handsome! The perfect plaything to keep me amused until I'm done performing at this campus. Let's see your cock, slave. Get hard for me."

The red panda moaned. It was a luscious, sweet noise, drifting through the dark interior into Master Em's tilted ears. The mink smiled as he watched a substantive erection jut from the male's hips.

"Mm... very nice, slave... does that feel good?"

"Yes, master."

"Kay... disrobe and service our guest with your mouth."

The otter nodded and rapidly pulled off his suit. Each piece of the garment was folded carefully and laid perfectly upon the small table. With that done, the otter knelt in front of the big red panda and reached up, wrapping both paws around the fat base of Jay's cock. Kay pulled the length down, until the tip pointed at his lips. Master M watched with one paw on his own length, stroking lightly, keeping him at the edge of pleasure.

"How does that feel, slave?"

"It feels... good."

"You have my permission to moan, slave."

The red panda sighed loudly, gasping as a warm, hot otter muzzle slurped up inch after inch of his shaft. While it could not compare to Master Em's, it was still quite large, over eight inches, and thick as the small otter's wrist.

"Do you like fucking Kay's mouth?"

"Yes... yes, master."

"Why don't you show me how you'd like to fuck his mouth, slave? Show me how a real male would fuck a little bitch's muzzle."

Kay's throat bulged a moment later and his eyes closed. Small squeaks and squelches drifted from his mouth as the muscular red panda wrapped both hands around the back of the otter's head and pulled him down, shoving him roughly onto his cock. Powerful hips thrust, driving the tip deep into Kay's muzzle, again and again. Saliva and pre-cum ran down Jay's length, until his fuzzy red nuts dripped.

"That feels so nice," Master Em said, enjoying the moans of pleasure from his newest acquisition. "You love feeling your cock grind down that tight throat. You could fuck that throat for hours, couldn't you? But you won't cum - you can't cum. You cannot cum, slave. How does that feel now?"

Jay's strangled moans increased in volume. The otter clutching at his thighs choked on inch after inch of rock hard cock as the bigger male pounded in again, again, again, unrelentingly fucking Kay's muzzle. Slobbering, aching, the small otter kept going, ignoring the mess on his muzzle and chest as he vigorously blew the thick shaft in front of him.

"Can you feel your balls aching, slave? They're filling up with cum - bloating with seed. They're so big, so fat and full, and they need to be emptied... but you can't cum, not yet - not until I tell you to."

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhrrrrrrrr!"

Jay's moans increased in volume once more as Master Em watched for a few minutes, enjoying the sick display - Kay's throat bulged each time the fat tip ground down and pre-cum ran over his lips like water going over the edge of a fountain.

"That's enough. Pull out now, slave."

Kay coughed and hacked, falling to his hands and knees, choking on thick wads of salty pre-cum. The red panda clenched his fists, back straight, legs tense, cock jerking up and down, smacking into his belly.

"How do your balls feel, slave?"

"T... tight... heavy," Jay moaned.

Master Em rolled over on the bed and got to his knees. "On the bed, slave. Hands and knees."

Without questioning the hypnotist, Jay crawled onto the bed. He whimpered as his heavy cock swung between his legs. Master Em's paws slid over the hard, thick rump, lifting the bushy, round tail to reveal the tight, virgin pucker below.

"Kay... why don't you return the favor to my new toy here and let him taste your dick for a while?"

The otter nodded, hard in seconds. Muzzle still coated in saliva and pre-cum, he knelt on the bed in front of Jay. He pushed his hips forward, mashing the underside of his length against the muscular male's lips and nose, forcing the scent of hard male cock into his senses.

"That smell makes you so much harder," Master Em whispered excitedly. "It's such a good smell. It makes your balls even bigger, fatter, and fuller... if only you were allowed to cum, slave."

Jay moaned as the otter's short, fat cock slid over his lips and nose, streaking strands of pre-cum in his fur. He opened his mouth and gagged on the tip when Kay jammed it in roughly, forcing his length to the very back of Jay's throat, as far as he could go. The red panda's nostrils flared and his ears went back as he swallowed.

"Good slave... suck that cock... use your tongue... Kay can't cum either, you know... maybe I'll have him cum in your mouth a few times..."

All the while, Master Em's paws played with Jay's ass and thighs, tickling and teasing. His aching cock demanded entrance and the mink leaned up, pressing his chest down into the red panda's firm backside. His long, long cock poked under the male's tail, nestling in against his tight pucker. Thick gushes of pre-cum stained the insides of Jay's thighs as the mink used a paw to rub his pre along his length, lubing it up. What was left on his paw, he smeared into the hypnotized, enthralled male's nostrils.

"Every time you inhale, you'll find my scent more and more attractive. The more attractive you find it, the more you want me to fuck you. Take deep breaths, nice and deep... now relax that ass of yours, slave..."

Whimpers greeted the commands as the otter busily fucked the red panda's muzzle, gasping and moaning, clutching at Jay's ears as he humped the large male's throat. His belly undulated, his short legs pushed, his small claws attached themselves to Jay's ears, as he gasped and moaned with pleasure.

Master Em, feeling the big body underneath him relax, pushed forward slowly. The red panda was definitely a virgin - Master Em groaned headily as Jay's hole sucked hungrily on his tip. He pushed in harder, grinding several more inches into the bigger male's backside.

"With every inch, every thrust, you feel hornier, hotter... you feel like your balls will explode, they're so fat and heavy..."

Master Em grinned sadistically as he kept pushing in, gradually working more and more of his near sixteen inch cock into the thrall beneath him. One of his paws groped at Jay's hips; the other reached between his legs. A firm grasp on the meaty, overstuffed, surprisingly heavy nuts hanging between those thighs made the red panda gag on Kay's cock. He shuddered and wriggled, clenching his ass around almost half of Master Em's thickness.

The mink shuddered, close to his orgasm despite himself. The red panda was just so tight, so warm... he pushed in firmly, driving another few inches deep into the muscular panda's guts. He massaged Jay's nuts with his free paw, enjoying the way his slave squirmed around beneath him.

"Kay... fill his muzzle with cum."

The otter immediately groaned and thrust his hips forward heavily, mashing his lower belly into the front of Jay's muzzle and nose. Blasts of hot, thick, sticky cum filled his throat and mouth, too much to swallow. He could feel his cheeks bulge and even felt the semen trickle from his nostrils.

"Good boy, Kay... fill his bitch muzzle... feel free to abuse his mouth as often as you wish until we release him."

Kay nodded, his blank and happy expression never fading as he pulled free, splattering the last few sprays of jizz across Jay's face. The red panda swallowed quickly and coughed, panting and gasping, head on the ground beneath Kay's dripping shaft. Cum dripped onto his temples, into his hair, as his hips pushed back against the mink.

"Oh, yes... so tight," Master Em gasped. "I may... just... fill you up!"

The mink moaned, deep and low, a lustful growl that echoed through the camper. Jay's body twitched and froze as the last several inches forced their way past his stretched ring. Sixteen full inches throbbed within the big male's body, each inch as thick as the mink's wrist. The star quarterback grunted and huffed, snorted and snuffled as the other's hips ground forward, pushing insistently past his willing lips.

Master Em sighed and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the big male's chest. His hips thrust languidly, pulling out halfway before slowly grinding back in. He took his time, controlled his breathing, held out to the very last - which still wasn't very long. Master Em had complete control over his two thralls' bodies, but couldn't hold back himself. With a shuddering moan, he came into Jay's ass, a massive load that overflowed in seconds, squirting back out around the base of his hugeness. Master Em's claws pricked Jay's skin as he pushed in deep, held himself inside, let the gasping, gagging male clench and squeeze and milk his shaft.

The hypnotist wasn't worried he'd popped his load so early. He was a mink, after all. His hard shaft remained just so. A few minutes after turning Jay's ass into a sopping mess of cum, the mink's hips slapped wetly against the red panda's ass. He thrust harder now, vigorously pounding his slave's hole.

"Oh, my... oh, yes... so tight and warm, my little pet," Master Em crooned. He spoke softly, barely louder than the slapping, slick noises caused by his huge length repeatedly forcing open the red panda's rear. "And your balls must just be so full by now... so heavy... so fat... and still you can't cum, you poor thing... how does it feel?"

Kay obediently paused his own thrusting, allowing the red panda a moment to relax his jaw.

"It feels... so good... master... I need... I need... I need your cock... please!"

The pathetic whimperings stirred something deep and lustful in Master Em's heart. He leaned back and pulled free, withdrawing inch after inch from Jay's tight rump. He pushed the willing slave onto his backside and forced his knees back. Kay spread his legs around the red panda's forehead, letting his balls drape over the big male's eyes. His cock he pushed down, forcing the tip past Jay's lips once more. He leaned forward, chest resting on the red panda's belly, and nuzzled at Master Em's hips and stomach.

The mink smiled as his otter thrall's hips pushed down, driving his cock in and out of a messy, cum-filled muzzle. The otter by now had a libido that matched Master Em's; the mink knew the otter could fill that wet muzzle several times over.

"Oh, you big, sexy quarterback... do you like being mounted? Do you like being made into my little bitch? My personal fuck slave?"

"Mmmph... yes, master..."

"Beg for my cock, slut."

Master Em prodded at Jay's ass with his tip. Thick white seed drizzled out of the gaping hole, stretched beyond recognition already. The red panda's chest heaved as he pulled back on his legs, exposing himself utterly.

"Oh, please, master... please fuck me... I need your cock inside me! I need your giant cock!"

Master Em sighed. His ears splayed for a moment as the warmth of power filled his being. He loved this - subduing a male, making them a mindless drone, turning them into nothing but whores, unable to do anything but obey his every whim...

He sunk into the red panda with ease, this time on top. Bracing his paws on the undersides of Jay's bent, raised legs, he forced his knees into his chest, to either side of Kay. The otter moaned as he came again and Jay gargled, coughed, spluttered as another huge load filled his muzzle. Master Em shuddered as the red panda squeezed around his cock again - it was almost too easy to fit it inside him now. Still, it was hot, warm, wet, and tight, and Master Em fucked him with vigor. He pulled out until only the huge crown of his flexing, throbbing cock rested just inside the red panda's hole before shoving in hard, driving all sixteen thick inches down, down, down. Jay's cock bounced and jerked against his belly, throbbing and red, a deep purple. His balls were huge and swollen, taut to the point Master Em could feel them resisting the pressure of his lower belly as he undulated his hips. He moved rapidly, in and out faster and faster, moving like a belly dancer.

His huge wet cock slipped and slithered between the red panda's walls, rubbing and stretching them in all directions. Master Em clutched at the red fur and bit his lower lip as a second orgasm overcame him. He leaned in hard, dumping his load into his servant, not holding back a drop. Jay moaned loudly and squeezed.

"Yes... yes, slave... squeeze that ass... milk my cock... you love how big it is, how full it makes you feel... you want to fuck my dick. You want to feel it inside you forever, don't you?"

"Yes... mmmmmhh... master..."

"Oh, my poor little slave... you're so pent up!"

Master Em laughed cruelly as he leaned back, lifting his belly from Jay's hugely swollen nuts and throbbing shaft. Instead, he grasped the round orb in both paws. It was so big and full, it looked like one complete round figure, not like two individual sides. The mink squeezed those huge nuts between his paws and smiled when Jay writhed beneath him, clenching even more tightly on his erection - still hard, still spurting.

"Beg me to let you cum, you slut," Master Em said, voice growing in volume, filling the camper, ringing through Jay's ears. "Beg your master as you've never begged before, you filthy little whore!"

Jay babbled. Jay pled. Jay begged. The big, powerful quarterback, the star of his school, the big male on campus, cried and moaned and screamed for his master to let him cum. The mink laughed and laughed, warmed by the power surging through his breast.

"Kay, let's see how much cum you can swallow... put your mouth on his cock and don't pull off until I tell you."

The otter and red panda formed a sixty-nine very quickly, each thrusting into the other's muzzle. Watching with glee, Master Em held the big male's huge balls in his hands, cupping them, lifting them, caressing the fuzzy orbs. He could feel them pulling up, throbbing against his palms.

"Very good, slave. Now, cum in this otter bitch's mouth!"

The red panda's eyes opened wide, unseeing. His body grew so tight Master Em could see the veins sticking through his skin, under his thick fur. The mink gasped as Jay's ass gripped his cock like a wet, warm vice.

Kay's cheeks ballooned. To say the red panda's load was large would have been a dramatic understatement. Load after load of hot spunk shot down Kay's throat, but there was no chance for the otter to keep up. In seconds, cum exploded from his mouth and nostrils, soaking down his chin and chest as he tried to swallow more. Master Em watched, elated, enjoying the sight of the otter getting covered in someone else's seed for once.

The mink massaged Jay's balls throughout; Master Em wanted to feel the huge orbs deflate, lessening in size with every powerful spurt of the thick shaft. Kay's face was a mess, completely covered in seed, but still he tried to drink more of the hot, sticky, thick fluid down. His belly soon bloated with so much seed, but the otter didn't give up - his lips tightened around Jay's cock, slurping and sucking every bit of cum he could from the half-hard erection.

"Good boy, Jay... very good."

"Tha... thank you, master."

"Now, my little pet... it's time for the real fun to begin..."

Two shows a day went by quickly when Master Em thought back to the obedient quarterback waiting for him in his camper. The mink went balls deep in the muscular mammal every day, hour on the hour, forcing his immense length entirely into the groaning, shifting body beneath him. He dumped too many loads to count in the football player's ass and almost as many into his muzzle. The red panda, when not on his back or belly, knelt on the floor in front of the bed, hard as a rock. Kay cooked their meals, though most of Jay's protein came off the plate - no spoon required.

But after three days, the hypnotist's run was over. Still, Master Em enjoyed the hunky, masculine male, and wanted to leave him with something quite special.

Jay lay on his belly, soaking in the streams of cum running down his backside. Master Em slowly see-sawed his shaft through the male's rump cheeks, to the side of his tail, as he spoke.

"Now, Jay... it's almost time for us to part. But I think you enjoyed being my fuck slave. I certainly enjoy pounding your hot ass whenever I like."

The male underneath him moaned. Brown paws caressed Master Em's shoulders as the slinky otter draped himself behind his master affectionately.

"Still, I can't decide whether I like your ass or your mouth better. So I'm going to leave you with one final instruction. You will not remember this instruction. You will never recall why you follow this instruction."

Master Em paused, the deliciousness of what he was about to do to this studly quarterback making his loins burn.

"You will be the greatest football player in the world. You will practice harder than ever to become the best. You will always throw perfect footballs. You will learn every play perfectly and be the most amazing quarterback the world has ever seen."

Master Em stifled a giggle as he wriggled his hips, waggling his cock around inside the rapturous male.

"After every game you win, you will shower with your teammates. You will get on your knees and offer to blow each and every one of them. You will talk them into it - convince them to let you suck their dicks. Tell them it's your superstition - it's how you do so well. You will suck each and every one of their cocks, as many times as they want. You will even suck your coach's cocks, if they want. You will let them cum all over your face, in your mouth, across your chest and back. You will use your paws. And you will not clean yourself afterwards. You will go to bed in their cum, let it soak into you, scent your fur, so the next day you smell like a walking pile of male jizz."

Master Em drew a breath and slowly pulled himself free.

"You will do this after every victory, and the more cocks you suck, the better you will become. The better you become, the more you want to suck dick after each game. You will be the greatest quarterback in the world - with the greatest muzzle in the world. Do you understand these instructions?"

"Yes... yes, master!"

"You will not consciously recall me giving you these instructions, just as once you become Colin again you will not remember any of what has happened since you first entered my camper. Understand?"

"Yes, master."

"Good slave. Three hours after you leave here, you will wake up. You spent the weekend at a friend's house drinking. You will not remember anything that has happened here. Kay will bring Colin's boat with and leave it for you to find when you wake. When you do, you will become Colin again. You will return to being him, same as you ever were." Master Em turned towards Kay. "Clean him up and dump him near his dorms. Pour some beer on him so he looks like he was just on a bender."

Master Em lounged on his bed as the enthralled panda was wiped down and descented by the industrious otter. Dressed, the red panda looked none the worse for wear.

"Goodbye, Colin... I'm sure we'll meet again someday."

Master Em smiled as he watched the handsome male follow the otter from the camper. His cock twitched and he regretted not getting one more good fuck in before he had to let go of his weekend toy. Still, he could hardly complain. Few males could take all of his length and he'd put that panda bitch's ass to work the past three days.

Lounging in a mixture of his cum, Kay's, and Colin's, Master Em relaxed and stared at the ceiling of the camper, fat cock pulsing lightly as it lay half-hard against his belly. Kay returned after a while and Master Em smiled.

"Where to next, slave?"

"Northbridge University, master."

"Very good. Once you lick me clean, drive us there."

As a small pink otter tongue slid over his belly, cock, and thighs, slurping up every drop of spilled cum it could get to, Master Em shivered and smiled, cock twitching. Kay's belly was so round and full still, pumped full of four or five giant loads the red panda stored up for hours at a time. Master Em liked how his slave looked with a pot belly and decided to make it a regular thing for his permanent thrall.

"Good boy," he whispered, ruffling the otter's ears.