FA: ~Dead_Monsoon
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Hypnovember 2020, day 6: Pendulum(cult initiation)
Themes:  kidnapping / orgasm denial
Word count: 2,979
Commissioned by: ~Conri_Whelan
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Cameron the otter stands before the lavish doorway of the Fuschia Foray, fidgeting uncertainly and wondering how he managed to convince himself to spend his evening here. You couldn’t exist in this town without hearing of the unbounded debauchery and unrest that goes on here. Those who have gone in unprepared 

Before he can change his mind he takes a deep breath, pushes the doors open, and forges on inside. He’d felt like he knew what to expect, but he’s still quite blown away. Club music pounds at a near deafening volume as dozens of creatures in varying amounts of bondage and latex garb lounge, dance on poles, and engage in various forms of sexual intercourse all throughout the neon-lit room. It’s total sensory overload in multiple forms. 

Cameron slinks into the thick of it, trying not to draw too much attention. He came to see the sights, after all, so he may as well get up close for it. He only means to spend an hour here at the most… he doesn’t intend to find out which among these people may take advantage of souls unfortunate or oblivious enough to present the opportunity to them.

He gently brushes past rowdy patrons, studying their reactions while avoiding eye contact as much as possible. A few of them display obvious interest in him… now that he thinks about it, he undoubtedly stands out quite a bit, with only a normal looking outfit comprised of a simple turtleneck and pants, nothing fetish related. Perhaps he should’ve thought of that… he feels a prickle in his spine. He may as well have painted a target on his back.

He swiftly comes to the decision that this was not a good idea, and starts to go back the way he came. He can’t help coming off as just a little frantic as the worst possible scenarios flash through his mind. Just a few more steps…

As if by the hand of providence, a smug looking fellow with white and black fur slides right between him and the door, looking down at him with the most condescending smirk on his face. A Hypno, quite the rare sight… and given Cameron’s perception of the species, now that he sees one up close he’s begrudgingly stricken by the guy’s handsome quality. Cameron stops dead in his half-mad rush, trying to act as casual as possible as he’s smoothly addressed. 

“Hmm, don’t believe I’ve ever seen your face around here! Cute little thing. What’s your name, eh?”

“Ahhh...” The otter stammers, firing off a quick glance behind him to make sure that he’s not being ganged up on. Giving up his name doesn’t seem like the best of ideas, but neither does potentially pissing this scary guy off. “It’s C-Cameron. And... you are?”

“The name’s Matthias. What brings you down here then? Just wanted to see the sights?”

“Yeah, um, you could say that. I just... don’t know if this stuff is quite for me, you know? Figured it was, like... worth a try and all...”

The fellow named Matthias cocks his head. “Is that so? You know, the anthro mind is a wondrous thing. With the right kind of push, it can take a liking to just about anything~”

Cameron does not like the subtle implication. “Heh, I suppose you’re on to something there... might just, eh... come back later, you know? Don’t want to rush into things is all.”

The Hypno’s smile deepens. “Hey, no problem! We’ll give you all the time you need to come around~”

With that he snaps his fingers, and a pair of beefy hands grab Cameron by the arms and swiftly drag him away from the door! A third pair slams over his snout before he can exclaim with any meaningful volume; it’s doubtful that anyone would’ve noticed through the raging music anyway. 

The otter desperately struggles as best he can as Matthias’s minions escort him around the bulk of the crowd, toward a sterile looking empty hallway. Not a single soul pays them any mind as Matthias, his thugs and their cargo depart from the festivities and trek down the sterile corridor, and turn into a dark looking room. Cameron continues to strain against them, but his strength is waning. What are these creeps going to do to him? Nothing to do but prepare for the worst.

Once they reach the center of the room, surrounded by a ring of variously sized boxes, the goons pin him to the floor, one grimy paw for each limb, and one by one his articles of clothing are stripped away. He lets out a few winces in addition to his whimpers and groans of fear as his pants rip badly before they come off, then he yelps as his undies receive similar treatment, exposing his soft buttocks in the process. Now that they have free reign over his body, he does not look forward to finding out what they plan to use it for.

With all the clothing disposed of and wadded up into a nearby crate, the brutes lift the otter back up onto his feet, then force him down into a nearby chair. They then predictably tie his wrists, chest and ankles down firmly against the chair’s limbs, almost painfully tight. As they finally step back and stand to attention, the captive finally gets a good look at them... or rather as much as is presented to him. They wear clergy-esque black and white robes, draping down around their bodies. Their faces are obscured by odd, expressionless masks that bear a variety of swirly patterns. Definitely not by any means typical strip club garb... who the hell ARE these people?

Instinctually he tries to thrust his body upward, but the chair doesn’t budge an inch... it’s bolted to the ground. Holy crap, these guys are serious... he frantically attempts to brainstorm other potential avenues for escape; he can’t reach the ropes with his claws, he’s been stripped of any items he could use for self defense, and the chances of someone coming to help him out aren’t looking so bright. Cameron breaks into a cold sweat... then his heart sinks further as Matthias emerges from the shadows, completely shamelessly naked.

He wears the exact same chilling smile as when Cameron met him at the door, but this time with his limp shaft dangling freely beneath him. He twirls his index finger, spinning some sort of small metallic object on a string through the air. The masked underlings bow in deference to him as he strolls by, none of them making even the tiniest unbidden movement. He takes his time making his way toward the bound and equally naked otter, who simply stares at him and comes close to hyperventilating in abject fear. Finally, the Hypno comes to stop a few inches short of his captive, giving him a full view of his dick within smelling distance of his face. He then gently grips Cameron’s snout with his hand, and forces him to look up into his soft red eyes.

“So glad you could make it here, Cameron. The Order of Domination is always in need of more manpower. We’ll make it more than worth your while~”  Order of Domination? That sure doesn’t sound evil in the slightest. The shuddering otter takes a few seconds to muster a nervous retort. “Y-You can’t get away with this. Someone’s gonna come looking for me, I’m sure…” If he can’t convince himself help is on the way, he could at least bluff… nothing to lose now.

But Matthias only chuckles, caressing Cameron’s fur. “Yeah, I don’t think so. We operate with utmost secrecy. You’ll have plenty of time to get familiar with our inner machinations soon enough, little recruit. But first… your initiation.” 

The Hypno snaps his fingers, prompting a minion to bring him a chair, and he sits down opposite Cameron. He then raises his arm, and dangles the small shiny object right in front of his face. It’s a simple yellow pocket watch, dangling from a chain held between his fingers. With a few subtle movements of his hand, the shiny little circle begins to swing back and forth with an air of inevitability, and the poor otter's gaze is instantly swept up by it against his best efforts.

Cameron’s breath quickens as the dreadful knowledge of what’s happening fills up his mind and sends him into a fidgety panic. He strains and jerks against his bonds, doing whatever he can just to divert his focus away from… that swinging… watch… back and forth… back and- No! 

“P-Please… stop…” Cameron cries out feebly, his vigor visibly dissipating and leaving him more and more helpless in the face of the Hypno’s hypnotic influence. He feels even his very will to resist slowly waning away as that awful pendulum swings back and forth… back and forth… his eyes become laser-focused on it, allowing it to command his total attention. Thoughts begin to slip away from his mind one by one… his fear, anger and worry all get pushed away in favor of a rather primitive fascination with that endless cycle of gentle undulating movement. Back… and forth… left… and right…

His muscles all slowly release their tension, and his breathing becomes slower and deeper… still slower and still deeper… his face droops, and his next objection dies on his lips. Soon his head is moving about just a bit along with his eyes, increasingly enraptured by the pocket watch with every passing second. His bare cock begins to perk up too, betraying Cameron’s undeniable excitement at this treatment. His peripheral vision fades to a blur; nothing else matters. Nothing else is worth looking at besides that endlessly captivating watch. Except for one thing… 

Right behind the pendulum Matthias’s cruel face looms, eyes glowing red as he leers at the helpless otter. He begins to speak, slowly and methodically, ensuring not a single word slips by unprocessed. “Listen well, little lackey. From this point forward, you will obey my every command. You will not leave this room without my explicit permission. You will not move or speak unless I permit it. And you will not resist my advances in any way. Understand?”

Cameron gives him a dazed nod, drinking in every single word that smooth voice feeds him. The fight in him ceases completely, his mind sapped of deviant thought.

“Good~” The boss reaches up with his free hand to beckon his goons to untie his prey, still keeping his trinket in full operation. One by one the ropes snap loose, but Cameron continues to obediently sit still, completely relaxed, his spiral-filled eyes ever fixated on the pendulum. Once he’s free, Matthias gestures again, and they lay a large, thick soft mat out on the floor. He kneels down and yanks the mesmerized otter straight off of his seat to fall face-first into the mat with a soft impact, then immediately turns him over so that the watch may still dominate his attention. White fur and blue fur brush together as Matthias perches himself on Cameron’s sprawling body, gently rubbing their cocks together as he keeps his prey ever enraptured.

“You will continue to listen to me closely. We’re gonna make ya into a good, proper little servant now… but we’re gonna be nice and slow about it, just to make sure that not a single part of this is unclear. You’re gonna see every sight, hear every sound and feel every little sensation that we decide you should experience in the name of folding you neatly into our ranks. Respond with ‘Yes, my Lord’ if you understand.”

“Y-yes, my Lord...” Cameron barely even processes what he’s saying, but can’t be bothered to care as the pendulum swings on and on, back and forth, forever holding his firm attention.

“Good, good. Spread yourself, lackey.”

Cameron lifts his legs to expose his privates, his twitching cock and petite tail hole on full display. With an approving nod, Matthias settles himself into position, and thrusts his own length in with no preamble.

Cameron yelps weakly, his glazed eyes and drooling maw widening as his tight hole is impacted. He dutifully follows along with the pendulum’s movement even as he’s being violated, his body lurching and shuddering under the duress.

Matthias begins to speak once again, timing the emphasis of his words with his powerful thrusts as well as the apex of his watch’s eternal cycle. “You... will join... The Order... of Domination. You... will forget... the person... you once were.”

Cameron begins to pant rapidly as visual, auditory and sexual stimuli all accelerate in perfect unison. Back and forth, in and out... the words pounding his brain in a similar manner to the dick in his rear.

“You... belong... to us. You... belong... to me. Obey. Serve. Submit.”

On and on the brutal treatment goes. The poor otter is completely incapable of resistance in any form, only able to lie there helplessly and submit to his new Master. He’s inescapably along for the intense ride Matthias takes him on, accepting everything he’s told as unshakeable truth. 

“No... thoughts. No... identity. No... resistance. Only... me. Only... The Order... of Domination. Nothing. Else. Matters.”

The Hypno gets noticeably more excited, thrusting harder and harder, pouring passion and vigor into his voice, all the while keeping the pendulum perfectly steady in front of Cameron’s empty gaze. Cameron moans and huffs furiously, leaking onto his own belly, just about ready to blow.

But then, with more force than ever before, Matthias utters one final cruel command before unloading into his prey’s ass: “Do not cum.”

Cameron moans and whimpers as his prostate is brutalized and filled to the brim, his own release abruptly robbed from him. He craves it more than he’s ever craved anything else, but that last command with its crystal clarity holds firm in his broken mind. 

Which each burst, Matthias snarls from behind his trusty watch, “You. Belong. To us. Forever.” At that moment, the poor sap that once knew himself as Cameron just gives in completely. He will be a loyal member of the Order of Domination for as long as he lives. His own will is irrelevant in the face of that of his Master, Matthias. He quivers on the soft fluff, still on the very edge of tantalizing release.

Once finished, Matthias springs up off of his newest convert, abruptly snatching the hypnotic watch away, and speaks with a smooth, stern voice devoid of the immense fervor from mere seconds ago. “Rise to attention, acolyte.”

The otter jolts, then scrambled to his feet in a rush. He stands erect in more ways than one, still agonizingly close to release. But the command was given and it’s not his place to disobey under any circumstances. “R-Ready to serve, my Lord.”

“Good, good~” Matthias gestures once again, and a masked minion comes forward with a round metal object, its purpose leaving very little to the imagination. “Be still for a moment.”

“Yes, my Lord.” The acolyte trembles and whimpers as the chastity belt is wrapped around his waist, and sealed into place with a padlock. His cock is squeezed into cold tight confinement, perpetually erect but incapable of release. 

“Mmm... you will fit into our ranks quite well, I expect. No more identifying as silly little Cameron from now on... you will answer to acolyte and nothing more. Is that understood?”

“Y-Yes, my Lord.”

“And you won’t be getting an orgasm any time in the near future, you can be sure of that. My disciples must understand the wisdom of restraint after all~”

“Of course, my Lord.” The acolyte continues to fidget and wince at the relentless and empty threat of release.

“Then that’s settled. Welcome to my Order~ Let’s be donning your proper uniform now. Come along.”

The otter follows dutifully, never once taking his eyes of his Master’s back or entertaining any thoughts in his mind that don’t amount to serving Matthias loyally and obediently.

They walk into a rather obscure doorway, which houses a closet packed to the brim with clergy-themed garb and an assortment of masks much like the ones Matthias’s other followers wear.

“I’m quite the ambitious fellow, as you can see,” he chuckles, turning to face his acolyte in a casual manner as though he hasn’t plowed him mercilessly a few minutes ago. “Please, speak your mind acolyte.”

“T-That’s very good, my Lord. Your glorious influence can never spread too far.” Despite a lingering hint of timidity, he feels as though he’s never spoken words he so deeply, genuinely believed in.

Matthias nods in approval, and picks out a relatively simple robe/mask pair, presenting it to the nude otter. The acolyte takes the robe reverently, and hastens to put it on. Though it’s not the main focus of his mind, he enjoys how soft and comforting it feels on his otherwise exposed body. He tightens the sash, and stands back to attention as his superior approaches with the mask. “This is never to be removed by any hand that isn’t my own, understand? It represents my steadfast ownership of your mind, body and soul. Wear it with pride.”

The acolyte nods, and allows the pure white mask with a simple red spiral pattern to be placed upon his face. Once it’s firmly tied on, Matthias gestures to a mirror, and he obediently walks up to it to admire himself. He is now nearly indistinguishable from the minions that had kidnapped him not long since. But he comes to accept that for all intents and purposes, the ominous figure he sees before him is all that he exists to be. The timidity evaporates, and in a rush of pure, boundless devotion and submission, he soundlessly turns to face his Lord, his God, and kneels as deeply as he can go.