Testing: A Mind Control Story Part 1
Imported from SF2 with no description.
"No fucking way. There's no way you're that good at this stupid game" His big brown paws clenched the controller as he shuffled further forward on the sofa, readying himself for the next match.
"Maybe it's just my advantage as a cunning little fox" Snow replied, melting further into the sofa, taking a sneaky look at his roommate's muscular ass through his sweatpants. "Or maybe your fingers are a little bit cold." Snow pouts under his breath.
"My fingers are cold but that's not the point." Hank growled back playfully as he reaches back and lifts his sweatpants up at the back. "You know I'm a shorthair. If I had my dad's fur, I'd be fine. You're literally an arctic fox, it isn't fair. You haven't even got a shirt on!"
"You're a German Shepard, you should be fine!" Snow sneers back and moves the menu selection to 'rematch.' "Again?"
"How about this." Hank swivels round to look at Snow in an attempt to assert his command of the situation. "I can't win this game against you when you play your favourite character all the time. if you pick someone else, I'll be willing to make a wager." Snow struggles to hold back a wry smile as he begins to consider all the bets he could possibly make.
"Okay." He puts the controller down, folds his arms and looks Hank directly in the eye. "do you have something in mind?"
"I wanna try your new gadget thing you made." Hank trails off slightly as he looses confidence in the idea. "the one you tested on me a few days ago..." He trails of again as his gaze moves away from Snow's icy blue eyes. Snow's gaze however, remains locked on Hank's head as he considers Hank's idea. "Yeah...Okay." Snow mumbles as he warms to the idea. "How about I tell you how to use it first? I should probably test it on myself anyway, it's only fair."
"Yeah that's probably a good idea." Growls Hank gently as he begins to realise how little he knows about his own idea. "Does it even work?" He asks, his head tilting as he looks back at Snow with his soft brown eyes.
"Of course it does, you twat. I made it" Snarls Snow playfully as he stands up from the sofa and wanders over to his room. As Snow sachets across the apartment's wooden floor, Hank finds his gaze land on Snows ass. He was wearing the underwear Hank had wished Snow wouldn't lounge around the house in. Tight briefs that lifted his ass and defined his balls and sheath so clearly. As Snow walked, Hank kept catching glimpses of the back of Snow's balls with every step. He felt his own sheath start to react almost immediately. He glanced away only to throw his eyes back at Snow's ass, imagining how tight he must be with his slim, femboy body. Hank allows himself one hard throb of his sheathed cock before looking at the coffee table for a distraction. Grabbing his phone, he reclines back on the sofa, lifting one leg and resting it across the other in an attempt to hide his slowly emerging dog-dick with the slack around the crotch of his sweatpants.
Snow swings open the door to his room and lets it close softly behind him. He leans back against his door thanking the lord that hank hasn't noticed how reflective the floor-to-ceiling window next to his door is. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath but can't help Imagining Hank's muscular body leant bak on the sofa, cock-in-hand waiting for his return. Snow stops short of imagining the pre-cum rolling down Hank's shaft to stop himself from soaking through his second pair of briefs. He knew they were going to go down well the moment he saw them. Opening his eyes, he snatches what looks like a mass of wires, LEDs and buttons from his desk. He turns, takes another breath, slinks out of his room and marches back to hank, paw pads patting the floor.
"So." Snow begins. "You realise what this does, right?"
"Uh huh."
"It just puts anyone, even slightly weak to hypnotic suggestion, under trance." Snow states. "That's all it does, you have to do everything else. Just press the button with the number three on it and it'll flash a lot. Just make sure you point it away from yourself and you only have to press it, not hold it down." Snow hands the device over to Hank, who puts it straight down on the coffee table.
"Who are you going to play then?" Hank asks with obvious nerves as he grabs the controller.
"forget the game"
"What?"
"Forget the game, I want to try it anyway"
"Oh ok" mumbles Hank, picking up Snow's trance device. "So I just press three? I don't have to switch it on or anything?"
"No, pressing a button turns it on so you can ju-" A flash of blue light flickers from the device and hits snow directly in the left eye. His pupils dilate, mouth drops open and a look of serene pleasure washes over his face. Hank freezes for a second.
"Uhhhhhh..... Sit down." Hanks mutters softly.
Immediately, Snow responds with a soft "yes master..." and drops himself next to Hank on the sofa, his head slowly, softly, slightly... rolling around in pleasure. Hank begins to question the reality of the situation as he stares at Snow's usually cunning, bright face stare forwards in a state of relaxed bliss. "Pour me a beer." Hank asks with a more confident tone as he swivels round to watch.
"Yes master." Snow rises from the Sofa and walks around it to the kitchen, opens the fridge, grabs a pint bottle of beer and, to Hank's shock, opens it with his teeth in one swift movement, dropping the cap on the floor. He walks to a cabinet and pulls out a glass to pour the beer into. He brings the glass and the bottle to the coffee table and pours it in front of Hank like a waitress at some kind of gentleman's bar. He arches his back and holds the bottle like he's being gentle with it, almost caressing it. He then sits back and returns to looking pleasured, Hank leans forward and grabs the glass of beer without removing his gaze from Snow, still unsure of the validity of what he's seen. He drinks his beer for a while, staring at Snow, Thinking about how much he can get away with; how far he can go. After some time gulping beer like only he could, he decides to go all-out, to prove Snow wasn't faking it.
“Stand." Hank says calmly. “Move over here." He points at the floor directly in front of him. Snow gets up with another, soft “yes sir…" and moves in front of hank who leans back, preparing for the show he was about to see. “Be my stripper." Hank growls, ready for Snow to react.
“Yes master…." Snow turns to face away from Hank, giving him full view of Snows feminine ass. Hank's eyebrows raise as Snow runs his own hands down his thighs and wiggles his ass in Hank's face. Snow slowly begins to bend over in front of Hank and lower himself onto Hank's bulge. Hank, still holding his beer, spreads his legs instinctively. Suddenly, He realises what's about to happen, Snow's tail rolls past Hank's thigh as his ass makes contact with Hank's sheath through his sweatpants, he wasn't wearing underwear. Throbbing. Immediately. Hank's thick doggy-cock begins to push its way out of its sheath. Hank's tail begins to uncontrollably wag underneath him. Right as Hank began getting lost in the sight of Snow's ass on his lap, Snow places his hands on Hank's knees and begins grinding on hanks shaft through their clothes. They both start to breathe louder as they become more relaxed. Snow rubs Hanks cock like this until Hank is completely hard, lifting the crotch of his sweatpants up past Snow's lower back with his throbbing cock.
Snow then puts his thumbs in the sides of his briefs and starts to pull them down. He pulls them down to his ankles, bending all the way down in front of hank. He sits there, panting, hard, tail wagging. Snow steps out of his briefs and flicks them across the floor. Hands back on Hanks knees, he begins slowly rubbing hanks dick against his naked hole, tempting hank to use him as a cock sleeve right there. The thought crosses his mind but he takes a moment to consider the poor fox's hole. “Turn around" commands Hank, now in a low, assertive growl.
“Yes master…" As snow turns around to face him, Hank downs the rest of his beer and leans forward to place the glass on the coffee table. He opens his eyes as his glass gets to the table to find his muzzle a few millimetres from Snow's fully erect cock. He was dripping with precum, his balls and cock throbbing regularly. Hank pauses. Then opens his maw and gives Snow's shaft one long lick from base to tip. Snow shudders with pleasure and lets out a soft moan as well as another pulse of precum onto Hank's tongue. Hank closes his maw around Snow's canine cock and works his head back and forth as he holds on to Snow's hips. He stops briefly to check Snow's unchanged expression of pure pleasure. Before sending the tip of his cock to the back of his throat again. Hank takes Snow's hand and places it on his head. Snow holds his head next to his ear and gently grabs a tuft of fur in the middle of his head, next to his ear. Hank then places his hands back on Snow's hips and begins rocking them back and forth in time with his sucking. Snow gently begins doing the movement himself, softly facefucking as he throbs more precum straight down Hank's throat. Snow thrusts a few more times and begins to softly moan. Hank tries to pull his head back but Snow has a surprisingly strong hold of his head and doesn't stop thrusting.
Hank begins to imagine Snow dumping his balls before he's done with him and tries moving Snow's hand away from his head. Snow complies completely and Hank removes his head to see Snow continue thrusting into the air in front of him. Hank smiles slightly and wraps his paw around Snow's shaft and lets him fuck his hand for a few seconds while Hank continues to smile and rest his chin on the ball of his hand. Hank gives him a couple of licks to his sensitive cock tip, just to tease him before saying: “Stop, It's my turn."
“Yes master…" Snow mumbles as he lowers himself in front of Hank and quickly pulls down his sweatpants. “Whoa… eager…" Hank whispers. Snow begins running his hands up and down Hank's huge cock. Snow needed two hands just to cover his shaft, without the thick knot. Snow was no longer staring into nothingness, he appeared to be lost looking at Hank's cock, newly hypnotised by it. He began to move his muzzle closer to it and lick it's full length. He was in love. His eyes followed his paws up and down that giant dog dick, like he was hypnotising himself further. Pushing himself deeper into trance. He wanted to belong to that cock so deeply. He worshipped it with his tongue and caressed it with his paws. Hank's head tipped back as he let Snow lose his mind over cock.
Snow began trying to fit the cock into his maw, he pushed in the tip and tried to work his way down but hit his throat before his nose was even close to the knot. Desperate, Snow began trying to swallow Hanks tip, squeezing it suddenly in his hot, wet maw. Hank shuddered and let out a small gush of precum. Snow gagged slightly but swallowed all the precum he could, pulling his head back to lap up what he couldn't swallow. Now that his throat was ready, Snow pushed Hank's dick hard into his maw, sliding all the way to the knot. His nose hitting Hank's abs, he remained still for a moment to swallow a little bit more cock before pushing his tongue out to lick at Hank's balls. “Get that knot in your mouth, you little cock slut" Hank muttered under his breath.
Under his master's command, Snow forced his head down as far as he could, knotting himself on Hank's cock.
That was it.
Snow was gone.
He was completely consumed by the need to have Hank's cock inside of him.
He was nothing but a cum dump. A slave for Hank to do as he pleases.
As Snow's eyes rolled back and his conscious mind faded away, he came uncontrollably where he knelt, arms drooping, mouth full of knot and throat full of shaft.
He came like this for a few seconds before Hank, unaware of Snow's complete transformation into a useless cum dump, growled:"Don't stop." Snow, still cumming all over himself, could do nothing but oblige. He slid his muzzle up and down, knotting and un-knotting himself with every bob of his head. “Oh fuck." Hank moaned as he felt himself begin to edge closer and closer to orgasm with every knotting. Snow was milking the cum out of him the best he could. “Ooohhhh fuuuuuck" Hank had never felt anything like it. It was getting to be too much for him. He knew he had to let himself cum, he didn't care about Snow in that moment. Hank's cock began to pulse and throb as he moaned louder and louder before- “AHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" Hank roared as he drained his balls into Snow. Snow swallowed as much as he could but there was just too much. It began to leak from the sides of his maw and the harder he tried to swallow it all, the more seeped from his nose. Hank looked down to see Snow, eyes rolled back, covered in their cum.
Hank put his hand on Snow's head and pushed him back from his cock. Snow slowly relinquished Hank's cock and began licking it clean of any missed cum. Hank sat and watched him lick them both clean as he caught his breath.
Snow was so consumed by a need to have all the cum he could see inside him, he began to lick his own cum off the floor. “Stop" mumbled Hank. “Go to bed."
“Yes master…" Snow murmured through an open jaw as he carried himself to his bed.
Hank took a deep breath and walked to his own bed. But not before pocketing the mass of wires and LEDs from the coffee table.