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The couple stumbled home from their night out, red and white tails curling flirtatiously together behind them. Although not drunk at all, Mark made a show of fumbling for his keys and unlocking the door. Jessica piled in after him through the door. Mark held a paw up to his muzzle and shushed Jessica in exaggerated fashion “don't want to wake up the kid" he grinned mischievously.

A failed first marriage and his 18-year-old son Jack living with him in his tiny apartment certainly limited his options for dating, but the two foxes had discussed this at length over dinner. Jessica was also a divorcee, comfortable that Mark had a kid and besides, Jack supposedly slept soundly in his own room down the hall.

The couple crept through the dimly lit two-bedroom apartment giggling like teenagers.

They arrived at Mark's room and Jessica flopped down on the bed in a manner that she hoped gave off a sense of intrigue and immediate availability. Mark was quite the catch: kind, intelligent, nice eyes, thoughtful, funny, and a great body, At least, those bits she'd seen so far. She tried not to be obvious as her eyes greedily took the hot toddy in from behind as he bent over, fumbling with his pants.

Marks paws were shaking, it had been literally years since he'd gotten this far with a vixen, probably partly due to Jack being a cheeky and indiscrete little bugger, bursting in on him in the wrong moment. Now that he was a little bit older, practically an adult, the two men could negotiate to leave dad in peace to get on with important fox business.

The fox's heart raced as he pulled his slacks and briefs down and turned, revealing his lithe frame, his soft white fluffy balls and his somewhat embarrassingly soft sheath curving gently over them.

Jessica, wanting to make her intentions unambiguously clear, lent forward on the bed, cupping Mark's balls in one charcoal black paw, blowing on the tip of his sheath. “Awww, doesn't he like me?" she asked in a singsong teasing voice, hoping to get a rise out of the middle-aged fox.

“Oh, he likes you, he likes you a lot!" Mark moaned with pleasure at the attention. He shuffled off his shirt and pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her passionately.

It wasn't long before they were both naked in the bed, hot, sweaty and panting, looking with respective alarm and disappointment at Mark's obstinately soft fox-hood.

“It's not you, love" he sighed and rolled over onto his back in frustration. “I… don't know what it is but it's not you, you're perfect, I just… Maybe I had too much beer."

It was a lie of course, he had been drinking low-alcohol beer all evening for this very reason, he'd even popped a little blue pill in advance, and all it did was raise the stakes, making him more nervous.

“I'm sorry Jessica, perhaps I could, do you?"

“No, don't worry about it, it's fine" the vixen lied smoothly as she picked up her things from the floor. “I had a great time, a really lovely date, you're a really fun guy and…"

“I'll text you tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, of course, talk tomorrow" she said as she hastily got dressed, and with a flash of her red and white tail, she was gone for good.

“So, how was the date last night, stud" Jack asked. A smaller, lankier replica of his 42-year-old father, Jack was a whole head shorter than his dad.

Jack sat cross-legged on his father's bed, waiting for his fur to dry after his shower.

“Please get your wet paws and tail off my bed" Mark intoned irritably, trying to do up his tie. “And the date was fine up until…. Till the end part. I don't think I am going to want to do any of that kind of thing again for a while."

He threw up his black paws in despair at both the stubborn tie and his faltering sex life.

“Aww, come on dad, I am sure it's not that bad, you're going to see her again, right?" Jack got up off the bed and padded over to his father, helping him with his tie.

“I texted as soon as I woke up this morning, I don't think it's going to happen."

“And you took…"

“Yes, I took the goddamn pills"

“And you didn't…"

“Not a drop. Look son." Mark paused and took the now perfect Windsor knotted blue tie out of Jack's expert paws. “I… you shouldn't need to worry about this kind of thing, none of this has anything to do with you, I'll sort it out myself or I won't, but you don't have to…"

“Yeah, but we're a team, Dad, ever since mum left us" Mark winced at the younger fox's choice of words. “We're a team and I am here for you. I mean, you give me advice about girls all the time, don't you?"

“Yes, but my advice is pretty much don't" Mark grinned ruefully.

“Exactly, and just because you give bad advice doesn't mean you don't care."

Mark rolled his eyes.

“I'll drop you off to school this morning and pick you up tonight at five?" Jack nodded mutely but he was already thinking about a solution for his father's predicament.

It was true, they were a team, they had been through so much together, and the bond they had formed after his mother left when he was 12 had only been building from strength to strength in recent years. He wanted his father to be happy of course, but most of all he wanted his father to be less annoying and mopey, it was beginning to get old.

Over lunch he stopped off at the library to pick up a few books.

“Afternoon, Jack" Tayla Grent called from behind the counter.

“Hey Miss G" Jack greeted her airily. I'm looking for some books on hypnosis. Like, beginner's stuff. The shrew smiled at him over the top of her glasses. It was always so nice to see students interested in physical books.

“That will be 15 something, probably 154." She looked it up. “Yes, that's 154.7, Aisle K."

Jack padded over to the section and selected a hefty tome.

It was Friday by the time he decided to announce his cunning plan to his father.

“Ok, so hear me out" he said to his bewildered dad over dinner. There had been no dates at all in the intervening days and the two foxes were feasting on frozen peas, fish fingers and mayonnaise. Jack noted once again that he should cook more often, his dad was lousy at it.

Jack brandished the book at his father while he skewered a fish finger with his fork. “You see, chances are whatever you have going on is psychological right?" Mark grunted in embarrassment and chased a pea around his plate with his fork.

“So, yeah, most likely psychological and that's pretty common in a man your uh…"

Mark looked up and gave his son a withering look. “I really don't want to be having this conversation with you, Jack" he growled in warning.

“Yes, yes but you see, if it's psychological, we can just hypnotise you into, uh, you know, success as it were."

Mark rolled his eyes. “If it means we can stop talking about my sex life then yes please by all means, let's try it."

Later that evening, Jack sat on his dad's bed checking the book with a pencil and piece of paper in his paws.

“OK, so we need to get the right script, that's most critical. How about something like this."

His voice took on a dreamy tone.

“Listen carefully to my voice, you can hear nothing but my voice, drop into a deep trance yada yada, ok so now we have to add a trigger, how about: you see the vixen you love sitting naked on the bed, you are drawn…"

“Uh," Mark interjected, rubbing the back of his neck. “If we're going to do this then we may as well make it a little more, uh, open."

“Open?"

“Well, there's no guarantee it's going to be a vixen right?"

“You mean, you like boys now?" Jack asked with a cheeky grin.

“No you dork, I am very much straight, I just want, I dunno, maybe the next girl I date is going to be a cheetah or something?"

“You reckon you can pull a cheetah. You. My dad."

“Can you just shut up and change it to any species please?"

“You're not making this easy, dad."

“Look, I didn't want to do this at all but if you're going to do something."

“Yes, yes, do it right or don't do it al all, I remember" Jack rolled his eyes.

“Ok, how about: when you see the one that you love sitting here on this bed, naked, you will be overwhelmed with such a powerful urge to fuck and cum deep inside them…"

“Can we be a little less graphic?"

“Look, dad, I'm the expert here, I say we stick with fuck and cum."

“You literally read that book for two days."

“Anyway, you are overwhelmed by the urge to fuck and cum deep inside the one that you love, no other thoughts will possibly distract you, your, uh, cock will become engorged to six, no ten inches in size!"

“Jack!" Mark laughed uncomfortably, “Let's not be unrealistic."

“… and you will get rock hard, stay rock hard for as long as it takes to cum, then you will..."

Mark cleared his throat.

“Now what?"

“Well, since we're making up nonsense, I may as well, uh, you know, get to, uh…"

“Cum?"

“Yes, I may as well, you know, more than once. I've always wanted to be able to do that."

“OK, fine, you will not go soft until you cum at least twice, three times, five times in a setting. In fact, more than that, every time you see the one that you love your libido will reset and you will be rearing to go immediately without provocation to do it all again."

“That… seems unrealistic."

“And then we reinforce the trigger, the one that you love, naked on the bed, listen to the sound of my voice yada yada and we're done. Easy."

“So, I'm hypnotised now?"

“No silly," Jack waved his paw dismissively, I'll record a session and you can listen to it as you go to bed tonight.

…

Jack sat cross-legged on his father's bed, waiting for his fur to dry after his shower.

“So, how was the recording?"

Truth be told, Mark had fallen asleep with the headset on, and had awoken at 3am to the sound of his son's voice going on and on about how thick and turgid his cock was going to be and how much he was going to cum.

Mark shook his head.

“Look, I don't know if it's going to do anything, but I do appreciate the effort." He turned around. “Oh and Jack will you please get your wet paws and tail off my be.."

The older fox took in his son's lithe naked form sitting unabashed on the bed. Mark shuddered and steadied himself against the table, pinching the bridge of his nose with his paw.

“Dad, are you OK?" Jack jumped up off the bed.

“His father was panting now, chest heaving as though he was in pain."

“Dad! Jack rushed towards him in alarm, holding the older canid's paws in his. Are you having a stroke? Walk away from the light, dad!"

His father lurched forward as if to bump muzzles and then without warning he pushed Jack back onto the bed, panting, his muzzle turned away in shame.

“Dad, what the fuck?"

Mark was shaking.

“Oh my god, Jacky I am sorry, I don't know what came over me, I… you just seem, I think. You know how much I love you right?"

“Yeah of course and I love you too dad, but…"

Mark closed his eyes and swallowed. “Please go, go now please." he managed to squeak out between breaths.

“But dad what did I?"

“Go! Now!"

It was early afternoon before his dad re-emerged from his bedroom. Jack paused his game and put down the controller.

“Dad, are you OK? Do you need a doctor?"

“N.no, I need…" he gasped when he looked at his son. “I think I need you to try un-hypnotise me, or maybe I need an exorcist, possibly both."

“Un-hypnotise? So you think it worked? you think you could go a couple rounds with the right vixen….uh, girl?"

“Son, you have no idea how well it worked, but it's too much, way too much. My body wants… too much, I want you… I need you… I need you to please undo this hypnosis thing."

“OK, sure."

Jack put his father back under, lying on the couch. “OK, so you're under my hypnotic suggestion. Say yes if you are."

“Yes"

“So, before I do anything, want to tell me why you want this changed?"

“The hypnosis worked, I am extremely aroused, but I am afraid of what will happen if I go through with my urges."

A mischievous grin spread across Jack's features. This was dad's problem alright. He was aroused but anxious about following through, anxious about doing the wrong thing, anxious about being too eager. He should just let it happen. Jack would force him to go through with it.

“OK, well I can fix that. Now listen to me carefully, Dad, when I click my fingers, you are going to be feeling calm, confident and collected, you will stop feeling anxious about cumming. This is normal, you are normal, your urges are normal, you are going to give into your urges and you're going to have a wonderful time doing it, ok?"

“Yes, OK son, I will."

“Good, you're not going to think about the consequences, you're just going to go for it and have fun, you understand me?"

“Yes"

“Ok, good, on the count of three I am going to click my fingers and you're going to have a whole new sense of confidence, alright? One, two, three" He clicked his fingers and his father snapped out of the trance.

Mark opened his eyes and smiled up at Jack leaning over him on the couch.

With one strong paw he grabbed Gack by the wrist and drew his boy forward into a deep and passionate kiss.

They had kissed before, a small peck on the lips or cheek on the way to school, but this was different, this was passionate, this was the kiss of a lover, full of desire and… tongue. Mark's tongue slipped through their teeth and explored his son's muzzle. Jack pushed back in horror and Mark groped shakily at the button on his own pants.

“I love you son, I love you so much, I don't think I can stop, you should get away from me."

“Yo, dad, what the fuck?" Jack pushed his amorous father away. “What's going on?"

“I love you, my boy, I need you, you're the only one, the one that I want, the one that I need, the object of my affection. Please." Mark took off his clothes and stood there naked, longing, beseeching.

Jack put a paw up to obscure his father's turgid cock from his vision.

“Wait, what? The hypnosis made you want to fuck ME?"

“You were on the bed, you were naked, I feel a lot of affection for you of course, and now I must..." Mark lurched forward like a naked love-sick zombie and Jack darted out of the way.

“But dad, you're straight! Ok, I'm bi and I love you, but I don't think I love you enough to let you. You know." He shuddered at the thought of his own father entering him in that way.

Mark's ears pinned back in a pitiful look.

“Please, Jacky, I don't think I can stop."

“No, dad!" Jack ran backwards away from his father towards his own bedroom. “I want my first time to be with a girl not with…. Well not with you anyway. No, dad. I love you but no."

Mark involuntarily chased his son towards the bedroom and cornered him on the bed.

“Maybe we should just get it over with?"

“No dad, please."

Mark pushed Jack face forward onto the bed and pulled his son's pants and undies down to his hips, Jack felt the unfamiliar sensation of his tail hole exposed to the cool afternoon air.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He whined as brought his slick dripping cock head towards his son's pucker.

Jack whined and panted hard “dad…".

The one small blessing of the whole situation was his father's painfully thick cock was dripping with precum, so it slipped easily towards the hole between his cheeks.

“Gentle! Gentle!" Jack yelled shrilly as his father lined himself up.

Lacking self-control, Mark plunged himself balls deep into his boy with little ceremony, Jack yelped and moaned at the unfamiliar sensation of being pulled apart by the bigger fox's shaft.

“Dad, p..please."

Mark pulled out and thrust in again, again and again, building momentum with a frenetic pace, Jack's tight pucker squeezed around his father's cock as Mark fucked him mercilessly. Jack gripped the bedding desperately with his claws, his own cock started to grow excitedly between his legs, pressing up against the sheets.

His dad's engorged member pressed mercilessly against his prostate, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

“P..please d..dad" Jack's eyes rolled back in his head. He wasn't sure if he wanted his father to stop or keep going forever. His heart was beating painfully in his chest as though it would burst, his prostate burned with the rough treatment.

“Oh, d..dad, I l..love you" he yelled out in passion as he approached his own climax.

The older fox grunted with successively higher pitched grunts as he got closer and closer to his climax until suddenly he was yelling out in passion, ropes of sticky seed pumping through his engorged erection to copiously coat his child's colon.

Jack cried out and covered his muzzle with a paw as his father's knot popped through his tight pucker, this unexpected stimulation pushed him over the edge, driving his own cock to cum uselessly into his bed sheets.

They stayed tied like that for a good 15 minutes, Mark kissing and caressing his son, cuddling him close, paws exploring his soft downy tummy fur but falling short of touching the younger fox's cock.

Their breathing started to synchronise and just as Jack thought he was ready to relax and disentangle himself, his father yanked his knot back out and started going again.

“I am sorry my boy" it came out like a sob “but you said I must go up to five times."

They managed three more times together in as many hours before they both collapsed on Jack's bed in a pool of cum and sweat. Jack's tail hole ached with the hours of rough treatment. Tied once again by Mark's knot, unable to move, unable to think, unable to do much at all but breathe rhythmically in and out until they both fell asleep on the bed.

The next morning, Jack was awoken to his father's painfully erect shaft digging into the small of his back and his father sobbing softly.

“Ow, dad, ok, just give it a rest, ok?"

“Oh Jacky, I am so sorry."

“Look, dad, it's OK, just move your cock a little."

“No, I mean, last night. I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I didn't want to, but I did."

Jack rolled over and gingerly put a paw to his raw sensitive ass. His father's cum dribbled out over his fingers.

“Ugh, well, I suppose I did kind of tell you to go for it" he winced. “I just didn't know that it was going to be fucking me."

He rolled over and looked his father in the eyes, the two foxes smiled at each other, and Mark blinked back the tears.

“So… you're feeling better though, right?" Jack asked.

“Jacky, you are the best sex I have ever had in my entire life and I would do anything to experience that again… apart from, hurt you of course." Mark looked away in shame.

Being this close to his father, Jack could smell his dad's arousal, could smell the familiar scents, the comfort of his fur. Even considering the literal pain in his ass, this was nice. It was a nice way to wake up. Comforting, familiar, loving.

He reached forward and cupped his father gently under the muzzle. Mark's eyes widened in surprise as his son lent forward and drew him into a long and passionate kiss. Mark moaned and his erection pressed hard into Jack's thigh.

“Ok, stud, if you let me hypnotise you into going a little bit slower, I'll let you have round two this morning, deal?"

Mark's eyes lit up “anything for you, my boy".