Austin steps up to the plate, and immediately his nerves seem to be reaching a climax. The wolf sighs deeply, taps his bat against the ground twice, and straightens his shoulders. He takes another deep breath, and stances up.

As he gets into position, the cheers of his teammates and talking of his rivals turns into white noise, fading into the background. Austin tries to focus on the pitcher in front of him, making eye contact as if attempting to read the pitcher’s mind. Calculate his every move. In the meantime, his heart is pounding uncontrollably in his chest.

His tail brushes over the floor in anticipation. Immediately, the pitcher leans back and throws his best curveball. Austin’s eyes are locked on the ball flying in his direction. Without missing a beat, zero hesitation in his mind, Austin swings his bat, and misses. First strike.

The fox boy in front of him grins, readying up for a second throw. Austin feels his heartbeat rise even higher, despite it already feeling like it could exit through his chest any second now. Again, he takes a deep breath and readies up. The pitcher leans back and throws the ball once more, but this time, Austin was prepared. He swings, perfectly hitting the ball out of the park.

The white noise in the background gains shape again into louder cheers by his teammates, as Austin throws down the bat and begins to sprint past first base, second base, and eventually coming back full circle. Elated, the wolf pumps his fist into the air. With this home run, his high school team has ensured a spot into the playoffs. 

A couple of high-fives later, Austin sinks down onto a bench. He opens a cooled bottle of water, eagerly emptying it onto his already drenched, sweaty forehead to cool down, feeling the salty sweat drip down his body, onto the floor. 

After the celebrations subside once the game is officially over, Austin finds himself sitting on the same bench alone. He smiles, happy with his own performance. He’s perfectly aware that he has the ability to reach the big leagues, but having turned 19 recently he knows that time is ticking – he has to get scouted before ending his high school career. This was his final year there, after all.

Austin grabs his bat, tapping it on the floor to the rhythm of a song stuck in his head, using it as a cane to help himself up. However, before he’s able to leave the dugout, he notices that his coach is walking up to him.

“Hey Aus, great work today!” the coach says, grinning widely. The snow leopard awkwardly raises his paw for a fist-bump, which Austin reciprocates. “Say, I’ve got someone who would like to have a little one-on-one chat with you later today. Are you busy, perhaps?” the coach says with a wink. 

Austin stares at his coach in disbelief. Even though he didn’t specifically say it, he’s pretty sure that his coach is referring to a scout. His heart immediately begins to race again – even more so than on the plate – and he nods excitedly.

“Y-yeah, I’ve got all the time in the world! Who is it?” Austin eagerly asks. 

His coach points towards the field and steps aside, revealing someone standing on the pitcher’s plate. The figure is throwing a ball up in the air, catching it, and throwing it – over and over again. The scout dramatically turns around and walks up to Austin, his paw already stretched out – ready to shake.

“Hey Austin, what’s up! My name is Zeus. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” The wolf says, smiling.

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Austin sits down on his bunk bed, his suitcase – still unpacked – shoved underneath the bed. In his paws, he’s holding the formal invitation letter Zeus had handed him a few months ago. After passing a simple entrance exam and enjoying his well-deserved summer break, Austin had been accepted into a new college, specifically designed to educate and train athletes of his skill level. Zeus had explained to him that, while he used to be part of a group running a theater- and art school, they’d been expanding into other fields recently – professional sports being one of those.

The letter went further into detail, explaining how Austin was part of the first generation of this college team, which would be competing in the most prestigious college baseball league across the country. Of course, following a short discussion with his parents, Austin simply had do accept the offer. This was his dream after all, it’s what he had worked for all his life.

Austin’s chain of thoughts while staring at the acceptance letter rudely gets interrupted by a knock on his dorm room door. A voice enters the room, coming from the hallway.

“Excuse me, this is room 170, right? Can I come in?” the voice says.

Austin immediately replies: “Sure, come on in!”

The sound of keys being jingled and fit into the door sounds from the other side, eventually stopping when the voice on the other side has found the right key. The door unlocks with a click and opens, revealing a stag on the other side.

“Hey. I’m Buck! I know it’s a bit of a bland name, I was named Bruce by my parents but Buck stuck as a nickname so I’ve adopted it.” The stag says as an introduction, smiling widely as he pulls his oversized suitcase through the doorway.

“I guess we’re gonna be roommates?” Buck asks. “I thought they mentioned two roommates, though I suppose the third guy hasn’t arrived yet then.” 

Austin takes another glance at his acceptance letter, reading over it for what must be the fiftieth time at this point.

“Now that you mention it, yeah. I must’ve skipped over that part because I didn’t realise I’d be having roommates. Though it makes sense given how there’s… a bunk bed and another bed stowed in the corner.” Austin replies, looking at the lone bed on the opposite side of the room, grinning awkwardly at his silly mistake.

Buck smiles in response. “I suppose so.”

As the stag moves through the room, sitting down on the lone bed, a third character appears in the doorway, left open behind Buck. A fennec peeks through the door, scanning Austin and Buck thoroughly without saying a single word.

“Uh, can we help you?” Bruce asks as he sits down on his bed.

The fennec blinks and coughs, before responding somewhat anxiously. “Uh, yeah, probably. You two Buck and Austin?” 

Without skipping a beat, Buck replies. “Yessir! I’m sure you can figure out who’s who.” He says, grinning at his own joke.

The fennec visibly calms down at the easy-going attitude of Buck, and smiles as he walks inside the room. “Good. I’m Luc. Nice to meet you both. I’m the third roommate you guys were talking about.” 

Luc agilely hops onto the bunk bed above Austin and pretends to light a cigarette, putting up a heavy voice as he does.

“So, lads. What’re ya in for?” He says, softly coughing from the sudden overexertion of his usual voice. 

Austin laughs at the Fennec’s act. “I’m a baseball player. A pretty good one, if I say so myself. I’m part of the first generation of athletes here, which is a new division of the college I’ve been told.” 

Buck quickly follows up Austin’s answer. “I’m a singer-songwriter myself. Mostly guitar, but I do like to play more niche instruments from time to time. I’m particularly fond of the Theremin! What about you?”

Austin looks up at the fennec above him. “Theater, surely?” the wolf says.

Luc smiles in response, pretending to drop the burnt ash of his fake cig. “Absolutely.” He answers. Austin could swear he felt the heat of the burnt ash fall on his snout, but when he tries to wipe it off, obviously nothing’s there. 

With the introductions over, the three roommates return to putting away their personal belongings in the room, idlily chatting about their high school careers and the lead-up into getting accepted into college. 

Austin can’t help but already feel quite close to his two roommates, despite the both of them being part of the arts division of his college, instead of the athletic one. Regardless, he’s getting used to their presence quite fast and feels like he’s been rather lucky with getting these two colourful characters as his roommates. 

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The first few weeks of Austin’s college life fly by as he gets used to his new environment. Despite only seeing his roommates after school, or sometimes in the halls due to their different schedules, the three of them tried to spend as much time together as possible – most of which during the weekends or at night.

Most of Austin’s week consisted of training together with his new team, but also regular strength training, strategy and some more boring classes like sports history. Austin quickly finds himself as one of the team leaders, being a natural team player – despite his shortcomings and nerves. 

With the first match of the professional college season coming up, his training schedule has quickly ramped up and become more exhausting, often times causing Austin and a few of his classmates to fall asleep during his regular classes. The teachers didn’t seem to mind, though – having seemingly been instructed to leave them be.

Eventually, the first month comes to an end and Austin makes his way back to his room, after getting dinner with his roommates. As they’re walking back to their room, Austin takes note of a small box Luc’s carrying. A cardboard box with Luc’s name written on it in black marker.

“What’ve you got there?” Austin asks, curious about the object his roommate got.

Luc quickly puts the box away and a blush appears on his face. “It’s my homework, I guess. One of my teachers gave it to me. Supposedly it’s a present, to decorate my room. They said we need to liven up our rooms, since emptiness decreases our inspiration? Nothing more than that, really.” 

Austin smirks. “For someone in theatre class you’re pretty bad at lying, fennec boy. There has to be more about it, seeing how embarrassed you are.”

Luc pokes the wolf out of annoyance. “Not so loud, wolf. I’ll explain once we’re back in our room since you’ll be there to witness it anyway.”

Somewhat confused and significantly more curious about what his roommate meant with ‘it’, Austin shrugs it off and continues to walk back to his room alongside Luc and Buck.

Once the three get back, the fennec puts the cardboard box on their shared table. With ease, he opens the top of the box and pulls out a metronome, carefully placed in the middle, protected by a satin cloth.

“Why were you embarrassed about something as simple as a metronome?” Buck says, laughing. “That’s an awesome gift! I’m honestly more surprised they give those to theater students rather than us musicians, I could definitely use one from time to time!” He jokes. 

Luc turns the metronome around, checking if it’s got any batteries. 

“It’s not a normal metronome. Or, maybe it is. I don’t actually know. But it’s part of an exercise our theater group uses. Every week, we have a shared lesson where one of our teachers uses the metronome to do some guided meditation exercise where we’re put in some sort of trance, to quote unquote channel our characters. To reach our full acting potential, or whatever. This metronome is supposed to help us practice in our own time.” The fennec mumbles, clearly embarrassed. 

“Like… Hypnosis?” Buck says, laughing as he waves his fingers in front of the fennec’s eyes. “I’ve never heard of a metronome being used for such silly things.” 

The fennec’s blush grows deeper red. “Oh shut your trap, man. I’m usually not a fan of this sort of floaty, alternative medicine type bullshit. But… It really does work, I guess.” He continues, silently mumbling.

Austin stares at the metronome in silence, as it stands motionless on the table.

“Keyword here being usually?” The wolf asks, breaking the silence.

“Sure.” Luc replies, putting the metronome back in its cardboard box and tossing it onto the bunk bed. “Feel free to try it out if you want.” The fennec continues. 

Buck’s grin turns into a more serious expression, as he suddenly seems to chicken out. “I’ll pass.” He says, laughing nervously. Meanwhile, Austin’s thoughts are racing. He did, after all, have an awful case of the nerves every match he plays – seemingly the only thing that’s holding him back from becoming the best of his class.

“Does it help with nerves? Like, does it calm you down?” Austin asks, swallowing loudly. 

Luc chuckles. “Kinda. Yeah, I guess.” The fennec tosses the cardboard box down a level, bouncing it onto Austin’s mattress. “Here. Knock yourself out. Literally.” The fennec continues. “If the batteries run out of juice, you’re responsible for getting them replaced.” 

Austin laughs. “You’re joking, right?”

The fennec didn’t respond.

Austin takes the metronome out of the cardboard box the fennec tossed to him, putting it down on his cushion. He turns around, laying down on his belly, and gives the metronome a soft tap. Slowly, the device gets into motion, ticking in a slow rhythm.

[i]Tick tock tick tock[/i]

The wolf tries to do what’s right, following the hand of the metronome with his eyes while his roommates stay dead silent. While mostly improvising, the wolf tries to focus on his breathing in order to let the metronome do its’ thing, constantly repeating “[i]You’re getting sleepy. You’re very tired”[/i] in his mind.

[i]Tick tock tick tock[/i]

Austin stares at the metronome for a while, following its’ movements from left to right. In the meantime, his heart is beating with anxious excitement. He was nervous for the unknown, but there was also a slight tinge of hope. His thoughts were racing, making it difficult to stay focussed. Still, the hope remained. Hope for change, a way to overcome his nerves.

[i]Tick tock tick tock[/i]

The room remains dead silent, besides the steady [i]tick-tock-tick-tock[/i] of the metronome. However, despite the constant repeating of the mantra in Austin’s head, nothing really seemed to work. After a few minutes of staring at the metronome, Austin grabs the swinging arm and disappointedly puts it back into the cardboard box.

“It doesn’t work.” Austin says, loudly sighing. “Of course it doesn’t work.” As thew wolf gets more comfortable in bed, he hears Luc’s voice coming from the bed above him. 

“I didn’t figure it would, seeing how you don’t have any prior experience with it. Do you want me to run you through the guided meditation? I think I remember it well enough from my class, maybe I could help you?” The fennec asks.

Austin stays silent for a while, mulling the idea over in his head. 

“Sure. Why not. How about we give it another attempt tomorrow? I’m tired as hell now and I don’t want to fall asleep halfway through, wasting both of our time.” Austin replies.

The fennec smirks. “Isn’t that the goal though?” he asks.

“Surely there’s a difference between hypnosis and sleep?” Austin replies.

“Who knows.” The fennec says. 

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Morning comes around, and Austin finds himself sitting at the breakfast table, excited about the appointment with his roommate. Even though he feels the same nervosity as last night, Austin realizes that hypnotherapy could pave the way to getting rid of the usual nerves he has when batting up.

However, before the appointment, the wolf still had to practice. Austin told Luc that he didn’t want to skip out on training, since his team counts on him. Luc didn’t mind, the fennec telling him that he also had classes he didn’t want to miss out on.

With the excitement in the back of his mind, the wolf made his way to the changing room and prepares for his training. He quickly changes into his uniform, admiring his own muscles into the large mirror opposite the lockers, and made his way towards the field.

As the team gathers on the playing field, Austin quickly notices two of his teammates are absent. So did his teammates apparently, all of them looking around in confusion searching through the crowd in search of their teammates.

“Anyone know where Dawn and Wynn are?” the coach asks as he gathers the team around for a group huddle.

The team remains silent, implying nobody really knew. At least, until one of Austin’s teammates spoke up.

“It’s just speculation from my end, but I saw Wynn chatting with his roommate an hour or so ago. Perhaps they had conflicting schedules?” the husky asks.

The coach shook his head in response. “I doubt it. But that’s okay. Just don’t take this as a sign that I’m cool with you guys doing the same thing, please just let me know beforehand.” 

After counting heads, the coach divided the players into two teams, passing them their bats and gloves respectively. After that, the husky immediately points at Austin and smirks. “You’re up first, kid. Show ‘em what you’re made off.”

It wasn’t often that Austin got picked to bite the bullet first. It always brings that extra bit of pressure, even in casual settings like team practice. You immediately set the tone for the rest of practice, so all eyes are on you. Of course, the thought immediately fucks with Austin as he feels his nerves begin to grow. His arms turn tingly and his heartbeat increases, feeling like he’s getting choked out. Still, he nods and steps up to the plate, readying up.

On the other end the pitcher readied up. His schoolmate, an otter, straightened his back, leaned over and threw a fastball right at Austin. He swings, and – despite it not being the best hit of his life – hits the ball, just far enough to secure first base.

“I can see you’re distracted, Austin. Sort yourself out!” The coach yells, leaving the wolf blushing while he waits on first base for his teammate to bat up.

The rest of the training, Austin didn’t really improve, continuing to play sub-par compared to his usual level. It was clear that his mind was stuck someplace else, be it general nerves or him anticipating his meeting with his roommate.

Eventually, the end of training rolls around and Austin finds himself rushing to the showers to clean up and get himself ready for his appointment with Luc. The wolf gets naked, his body drenched with sweat, glistening in the faint light of the dressing room.

He stretches, stepping into the shower and letting the warm water rinse his body. As he stands there, enjoying the cleansing sensation flushing over his body. He can’t help but notice that he’s got an erection, which… isn’t odd per say, seeing how his manhood tends to think on his own. But he’s got this unshakable feeling that it has something to do with the excitement he feels for what’s to come.

Once he’s done, the wolf slips into more comfortable clothing and rushes to his room, sitting down in his bunk bed and patiently waits for Luc to arrive.

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The door swings open, and Austin excitedly looks up to see Luc enter. The fennec is smiling, seemingly distracted by something.

“You good, bro?” Austin asks. Luc seems spooked, looking around and finally seeing Austin sitting crossed-legged in his bed. 

“Yeah, definitely! Sorry, just had another session myself. I’m getting more and more used to them, honestly. They’re fun! I hope I can convince you too.” The fennec says, laughing.

Austin hides a grin as he responds. “Yeah, me too.”

The fennec walks towards the shared table in the middle of the room, neatly pushed against the wall. He drags a seat from under buck’s bed and places it against the table, proceeding to gesture Austin to sit down on it. As Austin hops off his bed and sits down on the seat, Luc grabs the metronome from his backpack.

The wolf grins as he rubs his paws together and sighs. “So. What now?” he asks.

“Patience.” Luc replies as he places the metronome neatly in front of the wolf’s face, right on top of the table.

“Hypnosis isn’t just watching a pendulum swinging from left to right. Or, a metronome in this case. I’m sure you noticed that yesterday. It’s also not just breathing deeply either. That way, you’re just breathing manually. It’s a combination of relaxation. Breathing. Guidance. And most of all, focus.” The fennec says, gently grabbing the wolf’s two shoulders and massaging them.

“Yeah. That makes sense, I guess.” Austin replies, feeling his heartbeat rise again. The wolf’s mind is constantly switching between a state of anxiousness and excitement. Luc chuckles lightly as he feels the wolf’s shoulders tense up. He gives the metronome a small tap, and it begins to swing again.

“I can feel how tense you are, Austin.” Luc says, firmly keeping his paws on the wolf’s arms, putting pressure into his pads to massage the wolf’s shoulder blades. “You really gotta relax, man. Hypnosis is mostly about relaxation and focus. So why don’t we start with that. Are you ready?” The fennec continues.

Austin focusses on the metronome, but most of his attention was directed towards Luc’s words and paws. “Yes. I think I’m ready.”

“Good. Every swing the metronome makes, every time it completes a cycle, I want you to try and imagine it draining a small bit of tension from your body. Like a mental link, every tick you hear you relax a bit more. Can you imagine that?” Luc asks.

Austin nods. While he isn’t feeling a massive shift in his body, he can definitely imagine it as instructed. 

“Good. And that relaxation, that drained tension, moves up through your entire body.” Luc continues.

Austin focusses more, trying to conjure up the relaxation physically. Again, he doesn’t really notice a difference, but he refuses to let that get him down.

“Breathe deeply, Austin. Every tick, every tock, taking away a bit of tension. First, your left footpaw. [i]Tick[/i]. Then, your right footpaw. [i]Tock.[/i] Left ankle, [i]tick[/i], right ankle, [i]tock[/i]… Breathe. Relax.”

Despite not feeling a distinct difference, Austin gladly follows along with Luc’s words. His breathing begins to slow down to a stable pace, to the point that he doesn’t have to explicitly focus on it.

“Good! Now, you can feel that relaxation spread further upwards, can’t you? Left leg… [i]tick.[/i] Right leg… [i]tock.[/i] Up your waist, up your spine… Breathe. You’re doing wonderful, Austin.” The fennec says. 

At this point, there seems to be some sort of switch in the wolf’s mind. While he doesn’t distinctly feel precisely what the fennec is guiding him to feel, he can’t deny that there’s a soft, glowing warmth settling into his body. At first, it’s a minor feeling – almost imperceptible. 

“And as you continue to breathe, that breathing can push that relaxed feeling further along. Up towards your chest, gravity pushing it back down your arms, into your paws…” Luc continues, as he keeps on massaging Austin’s shoulders.

The deep glow that’s settled into his body has now truly started to expand, much like the fennec is explaining to him. It’s started to invade his mind now, turning his thoughts slow and fuzzy. Meanwhile, his eyes are still locked onto the metronome’s arm, swinging mercilessly at the same slow pace as before. Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Finally, the fennec reaches the top of Austin’s head, having gone up his entire body. Austin continues to follow the metronome, his breathing now slow and steady, fully automized. While Austin hadn’t noticed the gradual shift, he couldn’t deny that his body was feeling significantly more heavy. His eyelids were drooping and struggling to keep open, and his entire being was relaxed.

“I might be going a bit too fast for you. But that’s totally okay. We can start at the bottom again, there’s no rush. Hypnosis isn’t a race. That said, I want you to imagine that the draining tension of the metronome doubles now with every tick. Can you do that for me? Each tick pulling away more stress, more tension.” Luc asked, still holding Austin’s shoulders steady. 

Austin doesn’t want to verbally reply. At this point, it feels like way too much effort, so instead he just weakly nods.

Luc grins. “Good boy. You’re so good at following orders. Just staring, [i]tick[/i]. Relaxing, [i]tock. [/i]Breathing, [i]tick[/i]. Deeply, t[i]ock. [/i]In,[i] tick[/i], out, [i]tock[/i]. Deep, t[i]ick[/i], down, [i]tock[/i].”

And Austin just follows Luc’s words, his vision still locked onto the metronome’s swinging arm. Though he doesn’t quite realise it yet – be it because his mind is too foggy to even think, or because he isn’t aware of the precise metrics, he’s hypnotized. Quite deeply, even.

“Let’s do a little countdown, shall we?” Luc asks. “I’m going to count down from ten to one. Each number will increase the relaxation you feel, furthering the hold of trance on your mind. Deepening that sweet, soft slumbery feeling. You like that idea, don’t you?” Again, no response, except for a barely noticeable nod.

“Good. When I reach one, I’ll snap my fingers and you’ll allow those heavy eyes of your to close – dropping deeply into hypnotic sleep, okay?”

Austin felt a small smile creep onto his face, as his heartbeat speeds up again slightly. His conscious mind feels like nothing more than a passenger, following along with Luc’s words, but he still feels in control. And, more importantly, he feels incredibly eager to follow along for this part of the ride.

“No, no… relax, Austin.” Luc says. “I can feel you tensing up again. I understand you’re giddy, but just ease into it as I begin counting down, starting with ten.” The fennec continued. “Nine, relaxing deeper. Eight. Further and further down. Seven. Deeper, deeper, deeper. It’s okay. You’re doing great.” 

To Austin’s surprise, he actually felt like he was falling. Or, at the very least sinking into a liquidless pool. Water surrounding him on every inch of his body, but without all actual properties of water. He could still breathe. Deeply, and with ease. He just sinks further, despite sitting comfortably in place.

“Six. You’re sinking, you’re slipping. You’re so relaxed. But we can go so much further, can’t we? Five. There you go. Over halfway there now. Four. Deeper and deeper down… just drifting.”

As Luc keeps on counting, it was as if Austin’s mind was being dragged down into drowsiness. He couldn’t help but let out a yawn, feeling his eyelids struggle to stay open.

“Three. So deep now. So close to falling as deep as you can go for now. Ready to fall in… Two. Sinking further and further. Ready for the last number you’re eagerly awaiting. Sinking, slipping, into a soft, sweet…”

*SNAP*

“One. Sleep.”

Austin’s head slightly drops to the left as he sinks deeply into hypnosis. The wolf is drifting deeply deep relaxation. Despite being fully aware that Luc is right behind him, he feels like the fennec’s voice is both everywhere and yet irrelevantly far away. His awareness feels like it’s teetering on a tightrope, a superposition of hyperaware of every minor change in his body, yet also asleep.

“Good boy. Being so deeply hypnotized for me must feel incredibly pleasurable, especially since it’s your very first time going under. But still… there’s so much more tension we can get rid of…” The fennec says, his voice becoming slightly more calm… soothing… lustful. Austin’s mind remains completely focussed on his words, as they become his reality.

Luc glances at his subject, sitting slumped forward. Yet still, the fennec knew that Austin wasn’t asleep – instead, carefully paying attention in a deep state of trance. The fennec smiles when his eyes trace down the wolf’s body, lingering around his groin where he spots a slight bulge upwards, indicating that Austin had grown a boner. 

Contently, the fennec grins.

“I know that you can go way deeper. [i]You[/i] know that you can go way deeper. You must want that a lot, don’t you, Austin?” Luc asks. Despite being utterly relaxed and limp, Austin finds himself being able to easily open his mouth and respond – albeit barely audible. His reply is a simple, sleepy “yes.”

Luc’s right paw begins to slowly drift downwards, starting at Austin’s shoulder and gently tracing his back. “Then let us get rid of some more of this tension, shall we?” the fennec asks.

The wolf could feel the fennec move his paw further down his back, drifting further down until it rests on his groin, a single finger tracing the very peak of his tent.

“Are you sure you want this? You are still completely in control, you can still totally back out if you want. I’ll just wake you up and we can both pretend this never happened.” Luc asks, eagerly waiting for the wolf to answer.

Austin swallows, and instantly replies – finding himself struggle to fight off the intense need to smile from the absolute blissful happiness that’s radiating inside of him right now. “Y-yes… please.”

“Good. Then let us continue.” Luc said. Immediately, the fennec’s paw starts to explore, sliding down Austin’s underwear and hovering over his leaky crotch. He gently and softly fondles the wolf’s balls, extracting a gentle moan from the depth of his throat.

“There’s so much more tension we can get rid of. I’m sure you’ll feel way more relaxed, blissful and empty once we do so.” The Fennec continues.

Austin immediately feels his cock react, throbbing with anticipation and pleasure as the fennec’s padded paws explore down there. Despite being slumped forward, Austin can almost see Luc’s eager smile as he moves his paw around the wolf’s shaft.

“Let’s make a bit more room, shall we?” Luc says, letting go of Austin’s dick and taking his paw out of his underwear again. Disappointed, the wolf lets out a slight sigh, but Luc immediately replies by snapping his fingers.

“Sleep deeply now. I want you to push yourself backwards with your footpaws, sliding the chair away from underneath the table.” 

Effortlessly, Austin feels himself sink deeper as he uses his legs to move the chair further to the center of the room, still staying deeply relaxed. Luc has now moved to stand in front of Austin, pulling on the wolf’s pants. The wolf uses the last bit of strength he has in his lower body to push himself up ever so slightly, making room for his pants to get pulled down effortlessly.

Luc looks at the wolf sitting in the chair, completely hypnotized and incredibly horny. The fennec licks his lips and strokes the top of the wolf’s boxer shorts with his paw again. 

“That must feel so much better… but we can go even further if you want?” The fennec asks. The only response is a moan and a nod, which Luc rightfully takes as a yes.

“Good boy.” Mere moments later, the fennec pulls down the wolf’s boxer shorts, the only resistance coming from his erect cock trying its’ best to keep the elastic edge behind its’ towering self. But moments later, the wolf finds himself sitting on the chair again. Bottomless and completely entranced.

“Now… where were we?” Luc said. “Oh, right. You were-” The fennec snaps his fingers again, right next to the wolf’s ears. “Sleeping deeply. Deeply relaxed. Deeply hypnotized. So deeply aroused.” Luc continues.

The fennec puts his paws around Austin’s throbbing cock once more, fondling his balls with his other free paw.

“You can so easily envision my paws working the same way as the metronome. I move them up, down, up, down your shaft. You drop deeper. Relax deeper. Sleep deeper.” The fennec says, gently and passionately stroking the wolf’s penis in the same pace as the metronome, which is still mercilessly ticking and tocking.

“Good boy. So deep. So relaxed. So unfathomably horny.” The fennec continues, jerking off his roommate. 

Austin obediently follows his roommate’s orders, finding himself somehow continuously sinking deeper, whilst being overwhelmed with levels of pleasure he’s never imagined – let alone experienced.

Again, the fennec repeats his guided relaxation of earlier, describing the wolf’s body getting more relaxed limb by limb, until he reaches his head – still stroking the hypnotized wolf’s cock up and down in the tempo of the metronome.

“I can imagine you’re much deeper into hypnosis now than before, right? And the pleasure must be reaching unbearable levels now…” the fennec says. “But you can still go deeper.” He said, teasingly. Austin finds himself uncontrollably moaning and writhing in his chair, his cock incredibly sensitive to the touch, yet still remaining brilliantly deep.

“Just a bit more to go now.” The fennec teased, now licking the tip of Austin’s cock. Another moan, this time much louder – no doubt loud enough for those in the next room over to hear should they be there. 

“You can feel it building up, can’t you, Austin? So ready to cum your brains right out.” The fennec says as he moves closer to Austin. He leans over Austin’s body as he wraps his paws around the wolf’s cock again.

“Up and down you go, dropping deeper and deeper, ready to completely let go for me in three…” 

The fennec begins to count down again, and Austin finds himself completely blanking out from the pleasure, feeling the urge to contain his climax despite being stuck in a near constant state of mental orgasm.

“Two…” 

There are no thoughts left. There’s only pleasure. Pleasure. Deep deep pleasure, as the fennec’s paws mercilessly stroke up and down. One number left. Only one number left. And Austin is stuck in a permanent, heavenly state of near-orgasm, as time seems to come to a standstill while he waits for the fennec to reach

“One… Cum for me.”

Luc snaps his fingers and in instantly rewarded with white, sticky strings shooting out of Austin’s cock as the wolf orgasms uncontrollably. He moans loudly, all of his senses overwhelmed with the intense hypnotic pleasure that Luc has given him.

For a short period of time, Austin finds himself completely lucid and aware – as if feeling aan out-of-body experience - fully conscious of just how deeply hypnotized he is. The wolf quickly finds his mind clouded by pleasure again though, and can’t help but loudly groan under the fennec’s spell.

“There you go. I can barely fathom just how deeply entranced you are right now. Your mind is like clay, like putty, completely moldable by my words and suggestions.” Luc says.

Austin’s head is leaning backwards, his mouth opened in awe. A droplet of drool is loosely hanging out of the corner of his maw, falling to the floor as he finds himself unable to reply anything but a sleepy, pleasured “yes.” 

“Now, I can imagine that this must’ve been very fun for you. It must’ve felt incredibly good. But I promised I was going to help you with your anxiety, so let’s get to that as well, shall we?” Luc says. Austin is barely able to process Luc’s words, already having forgotten what he was getting hypnotized for in the first place. 

“In this state, I want you to try and manifest all your anxiety. All that stress, all those negative emotions that you feel whenever you have to perform. Manifest it, see those concepts form in front of your mind’s eye, taking the shape of a notebook. All of the pages filled with meaningless scribbles… ready to be…”

The fennec snaps his fingers loudly. “Torn out.”

Austin feels his heartbeat increase, guided by the imagery of Luc. His words truly manifesting as some sort of scrapbook. The wolf nods, continuing to watch the notebook form inside of his imagination.

“Now, every single time you drop into trance, you can so easily imagine all of the pages slowly being torn away, can’t you? The deeper you drop…” The fennec says, interrupting his sentence again with a snap of his fingers. “The more pages you can imagine falling out. Slowly watching the notepad becoming more and more empty.”

Despite being blank and mindless, Austin finds himself awestruck by the near instant effect that Luc’s suggestions appear to have. It’s almost exactly like the fennec describes. A handful of pages slip out of the notebook, falling down, floating down, until they’re out of sight. The fennec snaps once more, and a few more pages drop.

The fennec smirks, his words taking a slightly more dominant tone suddenly.

“Simple, right? But you’ll also notice how you’re craving this trance. You [i]love[/i] to drop into hypnosis. You want to come back to this blissfully empty state more and more. You simply have to clear the notebook. You [i]have[/i] to remove all stress and anxiety.”

Again, Austin felt compelled to answer. Another sleepy “yes” rolls effortlessly off of his tongue, not even thinking about answering. 

“You’ve been such a good, eager and willing subject for me today. Such a good boy. So ready and happy to let me toy with that blank mind of yours. Now, let’s wait and see just how well your mind actually responds to the suggestions, shall we?” Luc says.

After giving Austin some time to recuperate, the fennec’s voice turns soft and soothing again. Slowly, the fennec begins to count back up from the numbers 1 to 5. Every number eases the wolf back into consciousness, coaxing his mind back into wakefulness. 

“1… Still so blissfully deep, letting the suggestions settle in the back of your mind.” Luc begins, starting to tug at the wolf’s mind again. “2… further up again, the bliss fading softly, like an afterglow. You’re doing so well.” 

Austin focuses on the fennec’s words and his breathing, feeling the fuzzy, foggy warmth fade. The intense, relaxed feeling stays, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “3… Halfway there. You’re doing incredible. Becoming more and more conscious and aware.”

The fennec continues. “4… Opening your eyes now, almost fully awake again… and 5.” As the fennec reaches 5, Austin finally fully awakens from his first hypnotic trance ever. He’s still a bit woozy, but shakes it off and yawns as he stretches his arms.  

Immediately, he notices the streaks of cum on his shirt and sofa, as well as his current bottomlessness, flushing a deep shade of red with the realization. His penis is flaccid again, but still somewhat leaky. He takes a napkin to it, wiping it clean – along with his shirt – and pulls up his pants and underwear.

He barely knows how to react once he stands up, still blushing as he looks at the fennec, who has a large smirk on his face.

“Damn. Wow, wow. That was… simply amazing. I… I don’t know how to… react. How did you know I was…” Austin asks.

The fennec chuckles. “Into men? A lucky guess, I suppose. But I did ask for your consent beforehand, so… you know.” 

Austin’s blush deepens. “I… I guess I’ll go clean up in the shower real quick.” Austin says, some of the cum inevitably having landed on his fur as well. 

“You go do that, I’ll clean up here as well.” Luc says, smirking while staring at a part of the floor, coated in a small pool of sperm. 

“Y… yeah. Sure.” Austin says, as he turns around and makes his way towards the showers – still slightly wobbly from the incredibly pleasurable experience.

The wolf gets into the shower, and he can’t help but be distracted. His heart is still racing, just like his thoughts. He’s constantly thinking about the hypnotic experience he had with Luc – and not just because of the suggestion to crave trance.

As he holds the shower head in one paw, his other paw drifts towards his erect cock once more. He eagerly strokes up and down, incredibly aroused as he thinks back to how he felt when under his fennec roommate’s control. 

The water rinses his fur, cleaning off all leftover residue from his orgasm, and as he continues to stroke reminiscing of the trance, he soon feels the pleasure reach another peak. He guides his body further and further, stroking up and down, holding back a moan. 

Soon, in his mind, he starts to visualize himself staring at the metronome swinging back and forth in front of his eyes, and his cock throbs eagerly in response. “Oh my god… I’m so fucking… cooked.” Austin mumbles, his words labored amidst the groans and moans of pleasure. It doesn’t take long for him to orgasm again, obviously less mind-shattering than the first one. 

Austin dries off again once he steps out of the showers, hopping into comfortable clothing and heading to the cafeteria to have dinner. The rest of the day, Austin can’t really stay focused as his mind is constantly stuck thinking about his session with Luc, and eventually he drifts off to sleep in his bed dreaming of getting pulled under again.

The next morning, Austin eagerly gets up. The wolf had another training on his schedule and was incredibly excited to see how the session with Luc had affected his mind. He awkwardly waved at his roommates as he heads out, leaving for the school gym and being one of the first students to arrive on the field.

One by one, Austin’s teammates arrive until eventually the entire team is complete. 

“Okay team, just like yesterday we’re gonna scrim a match. So here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m going to divide you all in two, teams A and B. You will play against each other for a full match, with all the normal rules in play.” The coach says, as he hands out colored straps of cloth to tell the teams apart. 

Austin got assigned to pitch, something the wolf didn’t often do. However, he did fine, striking out the opposing team after only letting them score three points. 

When the teams swapped places, Austin was one of the first to take the bat. As he stood in place, he could feel his nerves return again. The nervosity is paired with a wave of disappointment, but he realizes quickly that it wasn’t a one-and-done thing with Luc. 

The wolf stares at his footpaws, tapping the bat against the home base as he takes a deep breath. He straightens his back, stares the opposing pitcher down and conjures the vision of the notebook in his mind’s eye.

The notebook hovers threateningly above the pitcher’s head. In Austin’s mind, the vision of the pages falling out one by one replays as he imagines hearing Luc snap his fingers. A shiver runs down Austin’s back, and he feels his nerves fade away ever so slightly.

The pitcher throws the ball and it flies just past Austin, who just barely misses his swing. The wolf lets out a muffled swear, and gets back into position. The second throw soon follows, and Austin swings again – this time more successful. He hits it right in the middle, and with force, flying all the way across the field, giving him enough time to sprint all the way back to home base – a home run. 

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