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This story was written for Teriyaki as their patreon commission for November. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, hypnosis and cum inflation. <3

[center][b][u]Dreams and Reality[/u][/b][/center]

"[i]You're in a swimming pool locker room...[/i]"

Clark was in a swimming pool locker room.

He blinked and looked around, slightly disoriented for a moment before the rich smell of chlorine hit him, as well as the slightly distant sounds of splashing, the slightly more close up sound of showers running, and the even closer sound of damp feet slapping against tile. That last sound was so close in fact that it sounded like someone was walking up right alongside the lithe fox, and sure enough just a few seconds later a buff dragon sauntered past Clark and stopped just a few lockers away. Without stopping to open the locker first, he hooked his thumbs around the deep blue of his speedos, and in a split-second slid them down the length of his glistened green scaled legs. Only then, standing naked before the blinking, blushing fox with his taut ass on full display, did the dragon open his locker and pull out a large, fluffy towel.

Clark watched, one hand resting upon the padlock of his own locker but unable to recall the combination. He didn't know if he had simply forgotten it, or if the sight of the dragon's bare body in front of him was simply making recalling that information all but impossible. Either way, the outcome was the same. He stared at the dragon's ass. He stared at the dragon's gorgeous buff body as the far larger, stronger male began to towel his glistening scales dry, and whimpered bashfully as the dragon turned his head without warning, smiling and nodding as if nothing at all was the matter when he caught sight of the fox staring at him.

It was maybe ten, maybe fifteen seconds later that the fox first saw the dragon reach down mid-towelling and give his then flaccid but still ample cock a few strokes. It was almost innocent, almost accidental, like he was just trying to dry it off like any other part of himself. But a little while later, maybe twenty seconds after the first time, he stoked it again, up and down, up and down, that time in a clear jerk-off motion. Next time he stroked it, his towel half draped down his back to conceal the sight from anyone who might have walked into the locker room and stopped anywhere but right next to him, anywhere but right where Clark was standing, his cock was most definitely rising towards full erection. A few bouts of stroking later and it was rock hard, and as the dragon glanced with a grin to Clark one more time, he turned, towel still wrapped around his ass but with his hands holding the front open, and offered his twitching cock to the fox.

"Yeah. Stroke it. Ah. Rub my big cock. You love it, don't you..."

The dragon grunted and huffed as Clark reached out a trembling hand, wrapped it around his thick, almost ten inch cock, and glanced nervously over his shoulder as he began to pump it up and down.

"Here. S-stand side on. Like you're talking to me."

Again the dragon spoke while Clark continued to masturbate him, and a few seconds later the fox was fighting back a strangled yelp as the scaled male boldly pulled down the front of his own black speedos and exposed the rapidly hardening shaft of the vulpine twink's own, undeniably smaller shaft. Soon they were masturbating one another in earnest, shuddering, blushing, even stepping close and rubbing up against one another's all but entirely bare bodies. They must have been doing so for maybe thirty or forty seconds without pause when the sound of slapping footsteps reached their ears once more, and sharply the dragon pulled away, wrapping his towel around his crotch and acting as though he was simply still drying himself off.

For thirty seconds as an older wolf grabbed something from his own locker some five or six metres away, the dragon acted naturally and Clark stood frozen, keeping his back to the wolf with his cock still out, still twitching in front of the buff male. As soon as the wolf was gone though, like nothing had happened, like they hadn't almost been caught in this act of impulsive public mutual masturbation, the dragon's hand was all over him again. Stroking harder this time, faster.

"You've never done this before, have you, cutie?"

He growled to Clark, and grinned as the fox whined and shook his head, thrusting uncontrollably into the dragon's paw as in turn he pumped the dragon's thick cock up and down within his own grasp.

"I didn't think so. Feels good, huh? The thrill. You'd be surprised how many guys do it. All you have to do is know what to look for. Know the little signs. Someone lingering by their locker a little too long, drying off long after they already look dry. Sometimes you'll even find them in the showers or the bathrooms, in front of a urinal, jerking themselves while they wait for someone amenable to come stand alongside. So many cocks. So many men just waiting for an eager little twink like you."

The dragon turned to face Clark head on, and a shrill, desperate yelp of pleasure escaped the fox as his newfound partner, his teacher in this forbidden public act wrapped a strong scaled paw around both their cocks and began to grind and hump them against one another.

"O-ohh my god... I... I think... I think I'm gonna cum..."

Clark whispered desperately to the dragon, blushing crimson as the much larger male growled hungrily and a thick string of pre-cum oozed from his own throbbing cock and dribbled down over the length of Clark's shaft.

"Oh yes. Oh. Ohh fuck. I... I am. I'm gonna... I r-really am gonna..."

The sound of loud, slapping footsteps and multiple voices broke out suddenly in the corridor just beyond the locker room, but even as Clark tried to pull away, the dragon grunted and stopped him, tugging hard on his cock to hold them together.

"Nnnnh... no you don't. You're too close. And so am I. We're gonna finish together. N-no matter what."

Clark's eyes bulged, but he couldn't resist the idea of how hot that sounded. He nodded, and stepped back towards the dragon. He bucked his hips harder than ever against the larger, stronger male's own cock. He felt his eyes rolling back into his head. He heard the voices getting closer and closer, until finally someone called out.

"Hey, what the hell are you guys doing?"

It didn't matter though. He was so close. The dragon was so close. They were both right there. Right on the brink. Just a few more seconds. Just a few more strokes.

"I'm..."

Clark whimpered loudly, shuddering as his balls tightened, as his eyes bulged and he watched, he felt the thick wet heat of the dragon's own cum splatter out across his chest, his belly and his throbbing erection as the other man roared and lost control.

"Yes! [i]Yes[/i]! Cum with me. I'm g-gonna... I'm..."

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"[i]You're married. Tonight is your honeymoon.[/i]"

Clark was married, and tonight was his honeymoon.

For a few seconds the fox's head span, but slowly the hotel room slid back into focus. The glimmering lights of the city beyond, the champagne glass perched on the edge of the metal railings. He chuckled. He always got light-headed when he drank champagne. At least, that was what made the most sense. But, why was he out here drinking champagne anyway? Why wasn't Clark inside, with...

"I'm ready, hon."

The fox beamed and turned around, leaving his empty glass out on the balcony and slipping back through the sliding glass door which led into the honeymoon suite itself. On the bed, a plump coyote lay on his belly with his head resting upon his folded arms, glancing back towards where Clark stood. His tail was wagging furiously, and beneath his tail the fur of his rump was glistening slightly. A bottle of lube, and a small vibrator lay nearby. Kent giggled, and raised his ass slightly, wiggling it back and forth in time with the wagging of his tail.

"I know I'm not exactly a marital virgin, but... with the wedding and everything it's been four days since I had you inside me. C'mon. Fix that. Please, hon."

Clark blushed, beamed, and walked hurriedly to the bed before scrambling up onto it. He flung himself gently down over the coyote's trembling body, lined them up, and kissed the back of his lover... no, his husband's neck as he began to slide into him. Kent buried his face in the bedding with a deep, longing groan, and a few seconds later tossed his head back with a gasp and a shuddering whimper of pleasure.

"Ohhhfuck... yes. I love you."

The fox moaned back, and without any hesitation, with the familiarity and adoration of a man who had fucked this ass thousands of times and only loved it more with each passing thrust, he began to make love to his new spouse.

"I love you too. Oh... [i]ohh[/i]. With all my heart. With everything I have, I... ahh... yeah..."

They made love with practised ease and efficiently. They knew just what they liked, just what stimulated and drove them both towards orgasm as hurriedly as possible. Soon Kent was up on all fours, and Clark had an arm wrapped around his waist, giving the man of his dreams the reach-around he so thoroughly deserved and giggling at the strained yelps and keening whimpers that the chubby 'yote let loose as his prostate was hammered repeatedly.

"Knot me, Clark. C-cum in me, honey. Oh Jesus, yes. I... ahh, I'm so close. Please. Knot me. I... I want to feel you. I want to feel you inside me all night."

The fox's knot was already so swollen he was worried he wouldn't be able to get it into his lover's ass no matter how well Kent had prepared, but he tried anyway. He increased the force of each and every thrust, and listened as his lover fought not to cum, fought to hold back long enough to give him the time to do as he was being so desperately begged to do. Clark stopped stroking his husband's cock, but it didn't seem to matter. Still Kent was howling in longing, still Kent was forcing himself back against Clark's thrusts and fighting to take in that thick, throbbing knot. He could feel his lover shaking, trembling violently with the concentration it took to hold back. Kent was so close, and so was he for that matter. But he couldn't give up yet. He couldn't let his husband, his brand new husband down. Not tonight. Not on their wedding night.

"[b]Yes[/b]!"

With a thick, slurping pop, his knot slid in on the very next thrust, and Kent howled in ecstasy as with that knot suddenly throbbing inside of him and Clark's erection now buried ever deeper in his ass, he immediately began to cum. To paint the silk sheets of the honeymoon suite's bed with cum. The first of many, many loads to be spilled across it that night, if they had anything to say about it.

"Cum in me, honey!"

Kent howled to his beloved husband, to his dear sweet Superman. And now that he could feel the coyote's tight ass clutching and squeezing around his hyper-sensitive knot, Clark was all too eager to obey.

"I'm gonna! I... I'm right there! Oh god, it's coming, Kent. It's... aahhhhhh... I'm... ohhhhh yes, I...!"

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"[i]You're in college, watching porn with some frat bros[/i]."

Clark was in college, watching porn with some frat bros.

First they were just watching it for a joke, grinning and whooping and cheering on the guy on screen as he pounded his way through a whole sequence of busty ladies.

Then, a little while later, a cock came out. Then another. And another. Soon there were seven or eight of them jerking themselves off, grunting and huffing as they cycled through increasingly amateur, yet increasingly hot and genuinely erotic porn clips on the internet connected big screen TV.

A few minutes later, and someone else's hand was wrapped around Clark's cock while he in turn jerked off two other guys.

A few minutes after that, Clark could feel someone's tongue in his asshole while he gurgled on a large tiger's cock.

Later still, with the TV all but forgotten, Clark lay on his back gasping and whining happily as no fewer than six of his best bros jerked off over him, his hands, his mouth helping them out where he could, while another thick, throbbing member filled his ass. His own cock, untouched by his or any other hands, twitched and drooled pre-cum over his stomach. He shuddered, whimpered and held his muzzle open as one, then two, then three of the masturbating men over him announced imminent orgasms. He knew that when they came on him, when they rained their hot cum down over him, he was going to cum too. He'd been waiting so long. He'd been hoping all night that he could coax his frat bros into fucking him senseless like this. And now, as he hung on the brink of orgasm and awaited those streaks of seed to send him over the edge, it was happening. It was finally happening.

"Cum for me!"

He whined giddily, greedily to his bros, blushing as they grinned and promised him that he didn't have long to wait. Still though, he called out again.

"Please! Please, cum! M-make me... aaahhhhh! I'm... please, guys. Please, [i]yes[/i], make me..."

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"[i]You're camping. You're skinny dipping, and your best friend is rock hard.[/i]"

Clark was camping. He was skinny dipping, and his best friend was rock hard.

Blushing and moaning as they stumbled out of the water together, wrapped up in each other's arms and grinding their cocks together, the lithe fox and the burly badger tumbled down onto the grass. They flew into an urgent, unabashed sixty nine. Never before had they showed a single trace of attraction to one another. Never before had Clark believed for a second that his best friend was anything remotely close to bi, or gay, or anything that might have coaxed him into taking his cock for a spin. And yet...

"Mnnhhhh!"

Through a muzzleful of badger cock and pre-cum, Clark gurgled as he wondered where the hell his friend had learned to suck cock so excellently without him ever knowing, or if this was just some exceptional gift on his part.

"Mnnnhhhghhhhh!"

He was on the brink. His balls ached with how full they were, more full, more swollen than they felt like they had any right to be. He needed to cum so badly. He had to. He...

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"[i]You're ready now. You've waited long enough. It's time.[/i]"

Clark was ready now. He had waited long enough.

It was time.

The fox gasped as he pulled off the VR goggles and the glowing pattern of lights faded from his view. He pulled out the earbuds that were now silent, and whimpered as he pulled himself upright in the easy chair within which he was resting. For a few seconds, Clark was about thirty five different versions of himself. He was the college kid having an orgy. He was the newlywed. He was the soldier sneaking some physical relief with a bunkmate under the heat of the desert sun. He was the voyeur listening in to his neighbours going at it through the bedroom wall. He was all of them, and yet as his head cleared, he knew that it had all been part of the treatment. Part of the hypnotic suggestion to help him pass the time while he was [i]readied[/i].

And now, at last, he was ready.

He rose from his chair, groaning as he looked down and saw his balls, huge, swollen, many times larger than they should have been by any right and yet only feeling more deliciously sensitive and pleasant for it as he reached down and gasped upon fondling them. His cock twitched, and a thick spurt of pre-cum as big as any of his normal orgasmic ejaculations and nearly as pleasurable surged through him. By the time he'd managed to steady himself, almost falling to his knees, a couple of attendants in light green uniform scrubs were by his side. Leading him out of the preparation area, past two dozen or so other men lying trembling, moaning, twitching, cocks throbbing but untouched and thoroughly unsatisfied in chairs of their own with their own VR sets and earphones hard at work. Past them all, through a series of sliding glass doors, and into... a bedroom?

The scrub-dressed attendants left him there, and a few seconds later through an identical glass door on the far side of the sparsely decorated bedroom, a plump mouse with huge balls and a throbbing cock of his own appeared. They blushed and smiled, and waved at one another across the lush king-size bed with white linen sheets, the only object occupy the space with them in terms of furnishing. They approached the bed from opposite sites, and were already scrambling onto it, already reaching out hands to shake in a bashful yet relaxed greeting when a voice, a very familiar voice spoke to them through speakers hidden in the walls somewhere around them.

"[i]Please enjoy yourselves.[/i]"

It wasn't a hypnotic suggestion. It wasn't a command. It was a request. An offer. And it was one that with warm, friendly and undeniably lustful grins both men obeyed eagerly.

"I... I'm Nicky."

The mouse giggled as he cuddled up against the fox and caressed Clark's huge balls.

"Hi. I'm Clark. Do you... would you like to fuck me, Nicky?"

He caressed the mouse's member, and moaned as again the plump rodent giggled and nodded gleefully.

One brief session of the mouse's tongue in his ass later, Clark lay on his back with his legs raised up, feet dangling over the mouse's shoulders and his buttocks resting partially against the other man's huge, tangibly pulsing balls. He whined and gasped, toes curling and splaying out as the mouse pressed his own cock into him, and wrapped a trembling pink hand around Clark's erection without even needing to be asked. After just a few moments the mouse began to rock back and forth, to fuck the lithe fox, and a few seconds after that they were both gasping, groaning and trembling in wide eyed ecstasy as the pleasure rapidly skyrocketed past anything they were used to, past anything they had expected, and into realms of euphoria that should easily have already catapulted them into orgasm, yet somehow were still building more and more pleasurably by the second.

They fucked long and hard. Or at least, they fucked hard for about five minutes, both men rapidly rising towards what felt like it was going to be a truly explosive, impossibly intense orgasm as the room rang with the sounds of their howls and squeaks of rapture. Already Clark's belly was coated in his pre-cum, the volume so much that it looked more like they had been fucking for hours and he'd cum multiple times across himself. Yet as he felt his balls aching, and as he felt the mouse's hand shift from caressing his shaft to now squeezing at his throbbing knot, Clark knew he hadn't even begun to feel or even to witness what his body, what their bodies were both capable of in their current state.

He soon learned though.

"I... I'm gonna cum..."

He moaned, both men crying out at those words, blushing as they flashed back to several dozen times apiece when they remembered crying out those words, their body being tricked into edging them to the brink of orgasm before a new fantasy started, a new hypnotically induced scenario began and their minds, their arousal was reset right back to zero while their bodies continued to desire, continued to demand, continued to build them up towards the state in which they found themselves now.

"Oh god. I... I'm actually... oohhhhhhh Nicky, I'm r-really gonna cum, a-aren't I?"

Clark wailed, and whimpered joyously as the mouse squeaked, nodded and giggled gleefully back.

"We both are. I'm gonna cum. I'm g-gonna fuck you, and cum in you... and... and... oh god. Oh yes, it's... it's happening! Clark! Cum with me, Clark! Please... please!! [b]Now[/b]!"

Clark howled as he felt a torrent of cum let loose inside the depths of his ass, and watched, eyes wide, body trembling and back arched as he thrust his own cock into the clutching embrace of the mouse's tightly gripped paw, as his belly almost immediately began to swell. Mere seconds later he too lost control, and with a fresh howl of elation the fox watched as his cock twitched, throbbed, and then began to let loose the most copious rivers of cum he had even seen, thick rope-like strands that gushed out not just over his body but far beyond it, splashing and splattering across him, the bed, the floor beyond the bed and the wall beyond that. He could feel his huge balls emptying out, but even they didn't feel big enough for all that he was producing, whimpering, yelping and gurgling as he continued to spurt and rain thick strings of cum down all over himself, face and open maw included.

Little by little of course, his arcing spurts of seed began to rise higher and higher into the air as his belly swelled with the volume of the mouse's own orgasm. His cock was angled more and more sharply upward as it pressed against his belly, and soon the fox was more hypnotised by the jiggling roundness of his cum-swollen stomach than by the pleasure of his own climax. His insides felt so warm and wet. So comforted and completed by the mouse's seed. He called out not for his own pleasure, but to Nicky, begging the mouse to keep on fucking him, to keep on cumming.

There had been a moment or two just before he came when Clark had feared that this was another hypnotically induced dream, and that when it was over he would awaken and find that he was still being coaxed towards an even more impossibly intense, obscene release. Now though, that same thought returned but not as a fear. Instead it was a hope. A wish. A desperate, howling longing that crossed the fox's mind as he rubbed his own bulging belly and felt his cock continuing to spurt, to twitch, to stain and flood the room around them as Nicky flooded him in turn.

He didn't care if this was a dream any more. He didn't care if this was some technologically induced fantasy, or if it was all building him up towards some real world release his denial stricken body had yet to experience.

So long as this feeling continued for both himself and his squeaking, giggling, gasping mouse lover, he just didn't care. Dreams and reality, they were quite clearly relative considering all that he had just experienced and how real each and every one of those scenarios had seemed at the time. But pleasure... the joy, the bliss, the love he had felt in so many of those scenarios, all of that was real regardless of its source. All of that had felt real, just as it felt absolutely real and absolutely incredible right now.

That truth, that constant of pure euphoric pleasure was all that Clark needed, and it was all he would continue to need, all he would continue to crave for as long as it could possibly last.

By Jeeves

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