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The Officer and the Executive Chapter 4: Their New Home for Heru by Draconicon

"I really hope that this isn't another trick, Henry."

The horse chuckled as his boyfriend wobbled back and forth, feeling his way forward as they walked down the long driveway. He kept one hand on the german shepard's back, rubbing it lightly as they kept making their way forward.

"Don't worry, Frank. It's just there to make sure that you're surprised."

"Every day I'm with you is another surprise. How is a blindfold going to make this one any bigger of one?"

"Well, I could have you walk right into a wall of dicks."

"Har har. You did that at the party, anyway; not gonna be a surprise here."

Henry smiled a bit at the memory. The big party last night...no, it was earlier this morning when they'd finally left it. It was one of those big fundraising things that his boss had been so fond of, and which he'd encouraged as a way to keep meeting up with Frank during their work hours, since the police often came to them. One of them had gotten bored - he couldn't remember which, there'd been a lot of alcohol flowing towards the end of the night - and then someone had gotten hypnotized. Then another, and another, and...

Well, by the morning after, there were no clothes to be found on the premises, and both of them had needed to do a lot of fast talking and a lot of re-conditioning memories to make sure that there weren't lawsuits from offended 'straight' folk.

Still, as much fun as last night was, he was more concerned how tonight would go.

The stallion looked ahead at their new place. It was a fairly good size, two story house in the middle of the countryside. Not so far out to be the only place for a hundred miles, but not so near the city as to be a simple suburb. They had neighbors, a few hundred feet off in either direction, and the city was still well in view. The skyline, anyway.

It was the perfect place for a couple of deviants to have their fun without being interrupted by other people at a constant rate.

"I think you'll like this surprise. Don't worry."

"I never worry around you."

"Heh, even when I had your boss strip down in the middle of the squad room?"

"Those were nerves, not worry."

"Aren't they the same thing?"

"Not in my book."

"Mmm, well, I suppose my big, sexy policeman would have a lot of things that don't really worry him."

Frank chuckled, and the stallion slowly lowered his hand to the dog's ass. Even in civilian clothes, it was a hard one, so very muscled and squeezeable. He groaned as he rubbed it, pulling at it and pushing at it as his boyfriend walked along. It didn't take long for him to be completely hard in his pants, and groaning as his steps got a lot more awkward, a lot more clumsy.

His little officer must have heard him, because Frank chuckled.

"Having some issues there, stud?"

"Just a few. Nothing that getting inside and getting naked won't fix."

"Inside? We going somewhere I know?"

"Heh, not quite."

They were almost at the front door now, the patio giving them a little shade and the railing around it keeping anyone from seeing them from the waist down. Henry already had a few ideas of what he'd use that privacy for, in the future, but for now...

"Okay, ready?"

"You know me."

Nodding, Henry reached behind the dog's head and undid the ties on the blindfold. He lifted it up and away, and awaited his boyfriend's reaction.

It was slow, to say the least. Frank paused to look around, turning in place. He took in the vine-covered walls of the big country house, and then stared out over their large lawn that extended towards a two-lane road at the end of their driveway. The officer kept circling, looking over the trees, the bits of farmland towards their neighbors, the way that the road seemed to be almost hidden in so many places by thick shrubbery.

It was as private as one could get without becoming an utter hermit, and Henry had spent weeks looking for it, ever since both their bosses were zonked out and they could take as many days off as they wanted.

Slowly, Frank turned to him, shaking his head slowly.

"How...when...We can't afford this."

"I think you'll find that we can. A few new investments, a few little donations...It all adds up in the end."

"But the people that gave it -"

"Aren't going to be hurt. It's been nothing more than a few dollars from everyone that's been at all our fundraisers."

He could see the officer doing the math in his head and chuckled. The pair of them had been to quite a few, and Henry was the one that was in the background most of the time, working the crowd, getting people to want to invest in these things. Getting them to give a couple extra dollars, here and there, had been easy enough to do after getting them to give away a few hundred or a few thousand.

Frank slowly shook his head, turning back to the house. It was clear that the cop was appreciating the beauty of the place, but Henry couldn't bring himself to do the same. Not with that ass facing him again.

It was just one of the things that had kept him interested in Frank. It was never the biggest part, but that ass, that marvelous, musky, muscled ass, was something that always filled his mind at night, just like the way the dog filled his arms. It pushed against the edges of the canine's pants, filling them out, but never jiggling, never bouncing the way that some of the other, more out of shape officers did. It was always hard, always still, never in motion except when Frank was running at top speed. Then...mmm, did it ever sway when he ran.

Note to self, buy a treadmill for him, and a chair for me, he thought. He reached down for that ass -

"Henry, do you have the key?"

He was brought out his reverie like a rubber-band snapping back on a finger. Blinking, the horse chuckled and started rooting around in his pockets.

"Heh, somewhere, I know I do."

"You sure that you didn't drop it down my pants, considering how much you keep trying to grab my ass?"

"You noticed, huh?"

"Kinda hard not to, man. You're a worse ass-man than any of the other cops back at the department, and they're all ass-men."

"Yeah, but they're not after your ass, are they?"

He chuckled, finally finding the key and pulling it out with a flourish.

"There we are. Let me just get that..."

A quick turn of the wrist, and the door opened. Inside was relatively bare, only having a few pieces of furniture so far - a couch in the living room, and a seat by the front door - but it was warm and clean, the inside of the house holding onto the warmth from outside very well. The walls were a soft white with gold trim here and there, and Henry knew from a prior visit that the rest of the decor was a nice warm fit for the two of them as well.

He led Frank down the hall to the stairway, and then up towards the second floor. It didn't take long for him to give him the full tour, ending at the room that would be their bedroom. So far, there was only a mattress in there, laid on the floor, but it would be better.

"The moving men will be coming later, with the rest of our stuff."

"But I'm not even packed yet. I...wait..."

The german shepard looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and Henry couldn't help but rub the back of his head guiltily. Frank groaned.

"That's what you were doing when you dragged me out early for the party...You sent people to get all my stuff packed up so we could do this today."

"Yeah, well...I knew you'd love it, and I wanted to get out here."

"Sneaky."

"Not like I was able to hide it for long, was I?"

"Only because I'm me."

Despite the eye-rolling he got from Frank, he knew that the dog was touched. Particularly when his boyfriend leaned against him, standing on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

"You'll never get away with anything for long, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop your fun. Or ours, for that matter."

"I'm glad."

Beeeeeeeep, beep.

The two of them glanced out the window, and saw that the moving truck had gotten there early. Henry smiled to himself; he'd thought that they'd have a little more time, and he had a few...suggestions for his boyfriend, but he could wait. He'd like to make tonight as good as he possibly could.

"Looks like we have a little work to do."

Frank groaned as he pulled boxes out of the truck, four at a time. Individually, they weren't that heavy, but it was a pain and a half to keep going back to the truck for more, so he'd decided to just empty it out as fast as he could with as few trips as possible. It had seemed reasonable at the time, despite the movers telling him that it was a bad idea.

Turned out that they were right. He was getting exhausted, and his arms and back ached as he went back to the truck for the twentieth time, forced to take two boxes instead of the four he had been doing. The packers - a pair of panther brothers - shook their heads at him, and he wondered if it was more of an 'I told you so' or a 'We tried to warn you' look.

Either way, he didn't let it bother him. The fact that he and Henry were moving in together - the fact that they were moving into such a great house - was more than enough to leave him grinning and happy, even if the people around him weren't the most supportive. He dragged the boxes into one of the emptier rooms in the house, setting them down before leaning against the wall. He needed a breather, at least for a bit.

He glanced down the hallway, watching as Henry kept working, having taken the panthers' suggestions rather than trying to keep moving quickly. Despite taking it easier, the stallion was nevertheless sweatier than him, sweat soaking his shirt in the chest and the pits, and running down towards the waist. Smiling, Frank imagined just how it would be tonight, curled up in the big guy's arms. The thought alone sent a happy thrill through his heart.

But, at the same time, he felt like he was missing something. It wasn't like he needed more from Henry - he got a lot from the stud as it was, in terms of affection, in terms of the way he was treated, etc. - but he felt like he was missing out.

After all, all the people that they had played with - his boss, Henry's boss, the people attending the fundraisers, that panda on the first night - they'd all been hypnotized to be completely servile, completely part of the fun with the pair of them. None had complained, and all of them seemed to ride a wave of bliss the next day, like an afterglow taken up to an eleven and then strung out throughout an entire day. While he had fun with the stallion, he'd never quite experienced that.

Henry turned, and Frank's eyes dropped to the chain that ran from the horse's waist to a pocketwatch. He knew just how good the stallion was at putting people in a trance, but he also knew how good he was at resisting them. There was no way that Henry could have ever tranced him without him knowing, and he...

He wanted to try it.

That was what he had been missing, Frank thought. Despite all their mutual interest in hypnosis, he had never allowed Henry to put him under. There'd never been a need; they both had so much fun together, did all the kinky stuff out of their own free will, that he'd never needed to be hypnotized. It had never even crossed his mind before, and he'd been completely satisfied.

But thinking about all those guys that had been, how much fun they'd had...Well, it made him want to give it a shot. He wanted to see how good he could do under hypnosis, and see how good he felt afterwards.

And...there was a small part of him that wondered if it would make them closer. After all, he knew how Henry kept looking at other guys all the time. He put it down to wanting variety, but if there was anything about wanting to have an obedient slave as well as a boyfriend, he wanted to show Henry that he could be both.

Okay, just gotta...tell him, somehow.

But until then, he could at least get back to work. The canine threw himself into unloading the truck, grunting as he pulled boxes and furniture out in equal measure, and feeling himself get soaked to the fur with sweat. Henry occasionally laughed at him when he slipped a bit, but was always there to help him stabilize himself as well.

Sometime around noon, the moving boys decided to go to lunch, and told him that they'd be back in a half hour or so. As they drove off, Frank decided it was time. Bracing himself with a deep breath, he walked towards the empty kitchen with one thought on his mind.

Henry was leaning against the counter, taking a drink of water. Taking one more deep breath - and hoping like hell this didn't backfire and ruin what they had - he walked up and laid a hand on the stallion's shoulder.

"We have to talk."

"Huh? About what? Something broken?"

"No, no, but I'd like to talk about...us."

"...Go on."

"Let's sit down."

He walked over to the unpacked dining table, sitting down on one of the three chairs that they'd gotten unpacked so far. It took a few seconds for Henry to join him, the stallion looking almost as nervous as he felt.

Frank looked down at his hands, trying to figure out how to word his request. After all, how did one just come out and say that they were a little...jealous of the hypnotized victims that they shared? How did he admit that he wanted to be at once closer and more distant to his boyfriend than he already was?

Like that, he supposed...

"I...I've been thinking a bit. Mostly about all those guys that we keep sharing, putting under and taking back for a bit of fun."

"In good ways, or -"

"Good, very good. And I don't want to stop having fun with other people, don't get me wrong there."

"So...what do you want?"

"I..."

God damn it, it shouldn't be this hard to say that I want to submit. I mean, I do it every damn night...

He looked down and away, growling under his breath in frustration. Claws curled and dragged across the table before he could stop himself, and Henry had to reach out and grab him by the wrist. Nodding his thanks, he lowered his hands down to his lap.

"I want to try...being under your control."

"Aren't you already?"

"Get that stupid grin off of your face. I mean for real. I mean...I mean I want you to hypnotize me, and let me try it out."

"...Really?"

He nodded, feeling his ears flop down a bit. He knew that his tail was already curled between his legs as he admitted his needs. Now, it was up to Henry. What would the horse think of him? Willing submission was one thing, but the idea that he wanted to try submitting further, that he wanted to experience that hypnotic pleasure, to become - at times, at least - a hypno slave...

Fuck, don't you start getting hard now...

Fuck, don't start getting hard now...

Henry slipped himself a bit further under the table as he tried to process what his boyfriend wanted. Yes, they'd had a lot of fun together, but it had always seemed to lack a little something for him. It wasn't like they needed to have extra people around, but it was like it added an extra spice to their fun times together. It hadn't been until last night, during the fundraiser party, that he'd put together what they were missing. He'd even planned a special moment for that night, so that he could ask Frank to be his in a deeper way.

Who knew that the dog would beat him to the question?

His cock continued to throb, almost feeling like it was going to tear through his pants as he imagined Frank under him like that, eyes and mind completely blank, body and soul awaiting instructions. Made to give him so much pleasure, then to come back and be normal again afterwards as they cuddled. It would be...It would be glorious.

"You...you want me to hypnotize you into being my...slave, then?"

It was a question he had to ask. He was horny as all hell, and he wanted to do that more than he wanted to admit, but it was something that he needed to be sure about. Henry couldn't let himself read this wrong; if he did, then this relationship would be shot to hell and back. And there was no way that he would let it become a lie by hypnotizing the german shepard to stay with him.

But it infuriated him that Frank kept looking away. Was the dog afraid? Did he think that he had no self-control, that he would hypnotize him in a second if he looked at him?

"Frank...come on...please tell me."

"It's...it's hard, okay?"

"What, being honest with me?"

"A little...I mean, it's also being honest with myself. You're the first guy that I got this much fun with...and I like you...love you, even, a lot."

Warm as that made him, he needed his boyfriend to look at him. To keep looking away like this, on a subject like this, was terrifying him. Shaking his head, he reached out with a shaky hand and gently turned Frank's head, moving him until they were eye to eye.

"Frank. Tell me, please. What...do you want...me to do?"

"...I..."

"Please. Just...just tell me."

"I want to be...hypnotized. I want to be your slave, from time to time, at least."

Hearing it, hearing the dog acknowledge it, warmed him more than he could ever imagine. Henry's face actually hurt from how much he smiled, and he yanked his boyfriend in close, kissing him on the lips. There was a small struggle - not long - before his lover gave up the ghost and kissed him back just as hard, just as deep. They held each other, and it almost ended up with him swinging Frank over the table.

It stopped at the last second with him pulling back, gasping as he reached down for the chain of his pocketwatch.

"Upstairs. Bedroom."

It was as much a relief as he imagined it would be, but Frank still couldn't believe that Henry had been as happy as he was. The pair of them together, as boyfriends, was wonderful; the fact that his boyfriend was openminded enough to be willing to try this, to want to try this, was better than he could have imagined.

They stripped down together in the bedroom, their clothes going every which way in their frenzy. Frank was half-sure that he saw a few pieces of clothes go out the open window onto the front lawn, but he didn't care. So what if someone saw it? So what if someone saw them, at this point? His dreams and fantasies were coming true, and if they had an audience, he would just invite them to join in at this point.

He knelt down in front of his stud, stroking his hand along that massive and still-growing cock. Feeling the soft pulses going through it, he smiled, and dragged his tongue along the edge. The soft moans from above, the eager grunts, made him lick a little faster, feeling the salty, musky taste of old pre on the side of the shaft.

Henry pushed him back, but not far, only far enough to let the tip of that massive shaft sway back and forth over his head. He grinned at it, watching it sway for a moment, and then had a truly naughty idea.

"Hey, hon?"

"Hmm?"

"You ever try and hypnotize someone with your cock?"

"...Oh, you kinky bastard...I love it."

"Mmm, thought you would. Let me just get comfortable."

Giving those big horse balls one last lick - and smiling as he heard his boyfriend groan again at the stimulation - the german shepard crawled across the floor. He kept his ass high as he made his way towards the mattress, waving it from side to side, knowing that Henry was staring. It was like a burning heat focused right at his ass as he crawled onto the mattress, putting his ass up high, and setting up a mirror near the headboard.

The view was just about perfect. He could see Henry standing behind him, staring at his ass, while he stared at the big cock that the horse had. It had swollen up so much, and he swore that it was even veinier than usual, just waiting to plunge into his ass as soon as he was hypnotized and under. As the horse stroked it, he could imagine - all too easily - that the tip of that cock was an upside-down pendulum.

"Okay, I think I'm ready...give me your best shot."

Frank, I think I'm going to give you a least a dozen shots before the day's out, he thought with a chuckle, holding his cock by the base and swinging it back and forth, back and forth, as much like a pendulum or a pocketwatch as he could manage. When he tore his eyes away from that muscled rump, he could see that Frank was watching it in the mirror, and he smiled.

Never tried it this way before, but there's a first time for everything.

"It's pretty fun to stare at your favorite thing, isn't it? So hard, so eager for you. You always want to play with it, always want to taste it. But most of all, you've always loved looking at it. And now is no exception. With my cock out, you want to stare at it, want to watch as it sways from side to side. Want to stare at the head, at the thick tip, knowing how much it's going to stretch you out, how much you're going to bend when you're filled with it.

"But all those thoughts can wait. Right now, it's just giving you a wonderful show, and you want to watch it, to see how it will go, to hear what I'll have to say. I know that you're curious, and curiosity is a good thing. Let that curiosity continue. Let that curiosity open your mind. Let that curiosity keep your attention on my cock, on the show that you're getting.

"Let that curiosity keep your attention there, while my words settle into your head. It's so easy to pay attention to my cock, so keep your attention there while my words settle in your head. No need to worry about my words, just pay attention to my cock. Pay attention to your favorite thing."

It was working, though slower than with most of his other 'victims.' The police officer knew the different techniques, and he knew that Frank would only submit because he wanted to. If his boyfriend had wanted to remain a free man, if he didn't want to be at least an occasional slave, there would have been no opening.

He grinned, stroking his cock for a moment, but never ceasing the slow swaying as he repeated that little induction a few more times before continuing.

"Your favorite thing, swaying back and forth, even as my words settle deeper into your head. Not a lot of words, but some very important ones. Words that you'll never remember. Words that won't matter until I say them. So why pay attention to them? Just keep paying attention to my cock, and relax. Relax, enjoy the show. Relax, and enjoy my words.

"Just keep slipping further down, settling down into a deep, relaxed place as my cock sways back and forth. Back and forth. Each sway taking you a little deeper, a little further down. So easy to go down. So easy to rest down there. So very easy to let yourself rest and relax, and not think about anything but my cock and my words."

He bit off a groan as Frank actually lifted his ass up a bit higher. For a second, he thought that the induction and the commands weren't settling properly, but then he saw how relaxed the rest of his boyfriend's body was. It was doing alright. Not great, but alright. He could afford to take it a bit further.

"Just a bit further down now...a little further down...getting so relaxed that you don't want to think...thinking takes you away from the show...thinking takes you away from your favorite things...your favorite things in the world...my cock, and my words...don't think...relax..."

With that, the canine groaned, slumping down. In the mirror, he could see the relaxed expression that he craved, and grinned to himself. Finally. The ultimate fantasy was his. He took a few steps closer, kneeling down behind that raised ass and rubbing Frank's thighs gently, running his fingers up towards that hard ass.

"You'll remember these words...simple words, just for us. Simple words, just for you and me. Simple words that make you feel so good.

"The first word is 'sillyplace.' When you hear this word, you will slip into a trance just like this one, deep and happy, relaxed and obedient. Do you understand?"

"Mmmmm..."

"The second word is 'tailraiser'. When you hear this word, you will feel a desperate need to be filled, to have your ass tasted, filled, and fucked. Do you understand?"

"Mmmm...mmmmph..."

"The last word is 'wakeywakey'. When you hear this word, and you're in trance, you will wake up. You will leave the trance behind. And you will remember nothing that you don't want to remember. Do you understand?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"Hehehe, very good."

He smiled, somewhat at Frank's actions, but more at the ass right in his face. He groaned under his breath as he pulled those hard cheeks apart, remembering the first time that he played with it. It was still so tight looking, despite how many times he'd fucked it, and how many times they'd shared people with big cocks that played with it. Must have been all the exercise.

Pulling them apart, he leaned in and just...attacked that twitching hole, lashing his tongue over it ravenously. His tongue pulled at the puckering pink star, dragging at it and tasting that deep, hot, bitter flavor that always clung to that part of the body. The taste of sweat along Frank's fur only deepened it, making it better and better with each passing lick.

One hand slipped down to his cock, stroking it hard and fast as he anticipated sliding in, groaning under his breath as he flicked his tongue back and forth. The soft moans coming from beneath him only made it better, and he squeezed at the one ass cheek he still held, his fingers digging in until the muscles dented from his touch.

He licked and licked until the german shepard's hole was loose and wet, slimy and slick with his spit. Henry panted as he pulled his head back, staring at the spit-slick hole, and he grinned to himself as he spat into it when it puckered again. Frank gasped, but that turned into a moan as he leaned in again, his tongue forcing that hole open, sliding inside.

Fuck, I don't think I've ever had someone with a hotter ass than this, he thought as he slid his tongue in and out, stretching the hole further with each thrust of his tongue. He felt his boyfriend shivering under him, heard the soft 'splut spluts' of pre shooting down onto the mattress below. A small part of him wondered if he should have laid out sheets, but that was dismissed quickly. So what if the mattress got a little dirty? They could get a new one.

He slowly pulled his tongue free, his breath coming in long, slow pants as he dragged his tongue from the canine's balls all the way to the base of his tail, soaking the whole area in drool and spit. The taste of a hot hole lingered on his tongue as he slowly pulled his head back, stroking his cock as he got up on his knees.

"You...are so...amazing."

A footstep caught his attention, but it was too late. His cock had touched that hole, and now he had to have it. He slammed in with a grunt, shoving his new hypnotized slave into the mattress with a deep moan. He loomed over the smaller male, grinning as he held his hands to those muscled hips and went to town. In and out, in and out he went, that tight hole squeezing down on his cock all the way.

"Mmph...fuck...."

Henry panted hard, slamming in again and again, feeling his cock getting milked by that hot hole. It was so smooth, so slick inside, and it squeezed him like no tomorrow. Hard, strong muscles wrapped around his cock, pushing down on it like the tightest fist in the world. They made him work with each thrust to ram his cock in deeper and deeper, and he grinned as he felt himself sinking more and more of his cock in each time.

Within a minute, he was hilting on every thrust, his balls clapping off of that hard-muscled rump. He groaned under his breath, clenching his eyes shut as he pounded in hard, forcing that ass to submit, forcing the hole to gradually open up for his cock. That inner need, that craving to dominate that every alpha stallion had, pushed him to fuck harder, faster, his hips clapping off of Frank's ass with every deep thrust.

The footsteps were louder, but he didn't care. He needed this.

Rolling Frank onto his side, he pinned one of the dog's legs by straddling it and slammed in again, grinding his balls against the canine's leg and filling his hole again. Looking down, he could see the massive stretch he was putting that hole through, but more than that, he could see Frank's cock throbbing and twitching as well. He grinned.

"Gonna cum from getting fucked? Heh...such a...good boy..."

He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer, and the stud wanted them to finish at the same time. Groaning under his breath, he lifted that one leg higher in the air, and started going to town. He felt like he had to be a blur from how hard and fast he was thrusting, the friction heating up his shaft despite all the spit and pre in that hole, and Frank's gasps and moans got louder, and louder, until -

With a howl, his boyfriend, his slave, came. The officer clamped down on his cock, and the sudden spasms along his shaft dragged Henry along for the ride, making him cum with his new slave. He panted as he filled Frank's hole, even as he watched the german shepard coat their mattress with a healthy load of cum.

CRASH.

The moment was ruined as a box hit the ground, and Henry whipped his head around. Standing in the doorway were the two brothers, both of them staring in shock at him. They seemed utterly incapable of talking...

He smiled, slowly pulling out of his boyfriend and turning to face them. His cock was still throbbing hard, and continued to ooze pre as he grabbed it by the base, slowly turning it from side to side, making it sway the same way that he had earlier.

"It's such a big, throbbing, heavy cock, isn't it? So easy to stare at..."

Ugh...what a...morning? Afternoon? What time is it?

Frank groaned as he slowly pushed himself up onto his arms, rolling over, or at least trying to. He felt something hot and fuzzy to his left, so he tried rolling to the right. Same result.

Okay...guess we...did we get someone to join us?

He slowly opened his eyes, glancing from left to right. He had a panther brother on each side of him, and from his limited view, both of them were naked. His sensitive nose picked up the strong scent of cat cum around him - and in him, for that matter - as well as the overpowering smell of horse seed.

"Mmph...Henry? Henry, you somewhere around?"

"Yeah, one second."

He heard a few loud footsteps coming close, followed by feeling a pair of thick arms picking him up and lifting him out of the bed. Giving a nod of thanks, he accepted being placed in a chair and handed a cup of coffee.

"Mmmph. How - ugh, cum-hole..."

He shifted his position as a fair bit of seed tried to ooze out of him onto the chair, feeling like he'd had industrial-grade lube applied between his ass cheeks.

"How long was I out?"

"A pretty good while. I'd say about four hours."

"So, it's about sunset, then?"

"About half past, actually."

"Man..."

Frank groaned as a sudden wave of memories crashed onto him, forcing him to bend forward to try and keep from falling over. He panted as they came crashing down. The hypnosis, the brothers coming in, the grand orgy that they'd been involved in. Topping, bottoming, serving, being served; it all hit him in a second.

It wasn't until Henry pulled him back upright, supporting him, that he was able to stop panting and gasping for breath. He glanced up, seeing the stud's concerned expression...and he smiled.

"I think...I think that was probably a good night for both of us..."

The look of sheer relief on his boyfriend's face - his master's, he supposed - was worth the bit of pain that came from a memory avalanche. Frank took a few more sips of coffee to stabilize himself, and leaned back in the chair again as his horse sat down. He shook his head, chuckling.

"So...we bagged a pair of brothers, huh?"

"Yeah. Twins, from the look of 'em."

"Double points."

"Yeah, well, I bagged my boyfriend and made him a hypno-slut. I think that counts for triple."

"Heh, I guess."

"So, how does it feel to be a little tail - OOF!"

Frank chuckled, watching the pillow slide down the horse's face, interrupting his trigger word. He winked, tapping the side of his head.

"I remember all that I want to remember, remember? Ain't gonna get me quite that easily."

"No, guess I'll just have to say it on the phone."

"...Fuck."

"Heh, don't worry."

Henry pulled him into a hug, and Frank leaned into it with a happy sigh.

"I won't abuse it."

"Heh, oh yes you will. Where's the fun, otherwise?"

The End