Cracked vases, rusted tools, dusty books; it was the same old junk at every stall and on every blanket. The flea market was full of anthros peddling garbage. There was the occasional gifted artisan selling nifty but overpriced homemade braided bead jewelry and a couple local winemakers who conveniently didn't check ID, but overall the open air galleria was a bust. At least the street musicians weren't atrocious and the fortune-tellers were entertaining enough for a couple of minutes.

Rafael released a resigned sigh as he perused another antique vendor's eclectic array of goods. Only a couple of hours before the excitable squirrel monkey had resolved to find a unique gift for his roommate's rapidly approaching 22nd birthday, but his ambition had steadily deflated in the meantime as he found nothing but trash. Little amongst the variety of broken trinkets seemed like they would suit his athletic friend.

As the drained primate was about to surrender the day and return home, a seller caught his eye. A male opossum, who couldn't be a day under sixty-five at the youngest, emphatically motioned him over with an exaggerated wave of his little, peach paw.

"Hello," the marsupial greeted him with an all-too-friendly smile, "I've got all sorts of heirlooms and collectables." He gestured theatrically over an cluster of random products laid out on the quilt he squatted over, most of which seemed to be useless rubbish. There was a pretty cool silver-embossed hand-mirror that may have been a good century old or older with patches of blackened smokey glass as though it survived a fire or three. The vain anthro studied himself in the reflective surface for a moment. His ruby eyes stood out against his bright caramel of his mask, and the coffee-colored flesh of his features peeking through around his mouth, nose, and ears accented his pelt nicely. He flashed his most winning smile and winked luridly at himself, before continuing to browse the assortment of odds and ends. Aside from the mirror there also wicked serrated folding knife that once might have been intimidating, but was now a corroded chunk of metal and ornate, rotted wood.

"I'm shopping for a guy that isn't really into antiques, sorry," the monkey replied doubtfully. "None of it looks all that impressive, anyway. No offense."

"The items themselves? No, not really, I suppose. Just keepsakes. They're more interesting due to their histories, though. All of them were once owned by strange furs in recent history or were otherwise instrumental in paranormal happenings," the street salesman pitched casually.

That got the simian's attention. Strange was interesting and the paranormal exciting. Maybe not so much for his more grounded roommate, but that wouldn't stop the primate from shopping for himself.

"How do I know these are legit?," he challenged, trying his best to sound incredulous even though he was secretly incredibly enthusiastic.

"Well, I can't really get you a certificate of authenticity, now can I? They don't print those out for weapons once owned by serial killers, haunted dolls, and magic charms. How old are you?" The vendor glibly replied, changing the subject.

"Nineteen," the monkey answered truthfully.

"I was involved in supernatural investigations since before you were born, cub. But I remember why I collected each thing that I did, clear as day. Pick any of them out that you like and I'll tell you all about it," the venerable opossum explained, unflappable.

The primate scanned the jumble of baubles for anything particularly interesting and his gaze eventually settled on a tarnished but ornate brass pocket watch. It was a bit weathered, but covered in intricate spiral engravings that seemed to swirl endlessly. As it caught his eye, Rafael quickly plucked it up and examined it. He tossed it from paw to paw as he looked it over feeling its weight. He scrutinized its face and found that it didn't tick, either because it was broken or it was in dire need of a winding (which the enticed anthro had no idea how to do anyway). "What about this broken, old thing then?" He inquired.

"That old thing, as you put it, is one of the first pieces that I ever collected when I started my hobby business as a paranormal investigator. It was owned by a regionally famous hypnotist. The claim goes that the furs who went to his often shows did bizarre and dangerous things afterward. Everything from robbing banks to wild orgies. It was all quite exciting and scandalous, for the time. The anthros involved in the incidents all blamed the hypnotist and stated that they recalled little, if anything," the purveyor elucidated. "Of course, he was never arrested or tried for anything. I don't know how'd you go about proving that absurdity in court, anyway. An angry mob apparently disposed of him. That was supposedly the watch he preferred to perform with; never did a show without it. A momento recovered after his untimely demise."

The monkey's interest grew as the story developed. His rounded ears perked up and his tail involuntarily lashed with obvious excitement. "You said you were a paranormal investigator? So is it true, did he really hypnotize people to do crazy things with this?" He asked intently, craving more of the account.

"Don't rightly know. All there was to go off of were a few doubtful eye-witness accounts that some fur saved in a file in a town hall basement and some sensationalist newspaper clippings. I didn't have anyone to question. That's why this particular piece is so cheap compared the others. As special as it might be, it doesn't appear to be haunted or magical to me, just a relic from one of my earliest inquiries," the opossum concluded, absently drumming his claws on the ground beside him.

Despite the seller's claim, the watch certainly did not seem cheap to Rafael, nor was it the sort of purchase he could justify as a gift, as it was clearly something his buddy wouldn't care for. Having heard its sordid backstory, however, it was just the sort of weird curio that the primate needed in his life.

"Kind of neat, I guess. Still, it's a bit steep for me," he claimed, doing his utmost to feign disinterest but unable to control his twitching tail.

After a brief negotiation where Rafael was only able to haggle down the stubborn marsupial a smidgeon, he ended up procuring the battered timepiece. Having spent all of the cash he had brought on his trip, the monkey gave up on his gift-buying endeavor for the day. After meandering through the market for a few minutes longer, he went to his car to return home.

Several minutes later the primate ambled to his apartment door, a couple bottles of booze clutched between the fingers on one paw while his other toyed with his interesting oddity. The eddies and whorls etched into its dented finish captivated him. He shook it artlessly next to his ear and listened curiously to silence while daydreaming what it would be like to hypnotize furs into doing his bidding whenever he wanted. The whimsical monkey couldn't decide if he'd build a harem of eager mind-controlled submissives who'd pleasure him on command or become a superhero. He put down the wine bottles to free up a paw so that his newest obsession didn't have to leave his clutches as he inserted his keys into the lock.

He continued to examine the watch as he shut the door behind him and wandered into the living room. The distracted simian didn't even look where he was going, having long since memorized a path through their cluttered mess of a home. He was so engrossed that he nearly crashed face-first into Craig. His donkey roommate stood solidly over a head taller than he did. The chestnut equine and looked down his snout and bemusedly cocked a brow at the preoccupied primate.

"Rafe, why are you playing with a broken pocket watch? Who even owns a pocket watch?" His friend questioned sarcastically. "Or is this one of your weird things that I'm better off not knowing about?"

"Dude! This is some old-timey hypnotist's pendulum thing. It's probably all sorts of magical and...stuff," the excitable anthro replied, flipping the damaged chronograph agilely through his clever paws.

"So, yeah. One of those things. How much did you waste on this crap?" Craig queried as he seized it and held it up to his amber eye, inspecting it carefully.

"Uh...not important. Don't you think it's cool, though? I bet I could hypnotize so many thralls with it!" The squirrel monkey exclaimed before proceeding to share the torrid tale of the watch in barely coherent snippets.

"And you ate that fake story right up and then paid good money for this garbage, didn't you?" The older anthro scoffed with a greatly exaggerated roll of his eyes after the outbursts had concluded. "You can't mind-control people with a watch. You were lied to so you'd give that scam artist your money."

Perturbed by his friend's disbelief yet ever playful, the primate suddenly snatched the oddity back and dangled it between them on its slender chain. He stared intensely past the gently swaying metal and at his roommate. "Then you won't mind me trying it out?" He dared, lightly twisting the fine strand to rock it back and forth in a steady rhythm. It calmly weaved a silent, repeating pattern through the empty space between them.

"Go for it," the equine challenged, skewing his face with emphasized impatience.

"You will clean this apartment until it is sparkling clean," the simian cooed in a drawn out affectation. "You'll make it spotless and do all of the work yourself."

The monkey's expression grew steadily delighted as he saw the hooved fur's head slowly loll to one side and his jaw slacken as his eyes glazed over. Every muscle in his roommate's body seemed to droop and relax. Just as the younger anthro was about to cry out in success the donkey suddenly righted himself and punched his roommate stiffly in the arm.

"I'm just messing with you, that's not going to happen. This is all your crap, I sure ain't cleaning it for you," he said with a smirk and and strolled past his nonplussed pal with a familial shove.

'It was worth a shot,' the sullen primate mused, crossing his arms and pouting to himself.

That night, after Rafael stripped down to his underwear and clambered into bed, he reclined atop the blankets on his back with his arms crossed behind his head. He had one ankle propped on his other knee and turned the pocket watch over in his footpaw. He inspected the labyrinthine designs across it and marveled at how beautiful the tarnished apparatus could be as it glinted in the soft, hazy glow street lamp that filtered in through his bedroom window blinds. The primate pondered just what it would be like to hypnotize other furs into doing his bidding.

He'd never have to search for a sexy, willing bottom male again. He could simply spot any fur that interested him and poof! Instant sex slave. Ass up and ready. Yearning for him to take them in anyway he wanted. As often as he wanted. The squirrel monkey felt his groin stir at the tantalizing thought. He adroitly laid the trinket on his bedside table without changing position. Warmth flooded his loins as he slid a deft paw beneath the waistband of his briefs to massage his steadily engorging length. He shuddered pleasantly as he felt his digits caress his sensitive cock head. It wasn't long before his swelling erection was at its full five and a half inches (respectable enough for a simian of his stature), tenting the white fabric encasing it and staining it with a dark, spreading patch of pre. His paw wrapped in a tight fist around the leaking, trembling member, hidden from the wrist down in his underwear.

He pumped his length rapidly, listening to the bedsprings beneath him creak with his erratic jerks. His roommate was mere inches away on the other side of their paper-thin wall and could probably hear every sound he made, but Rafael was far too aroused to care. A soft, throaty moan escaped his lips as he pleasured himself and he allowed the noise to build in intensity and propel him onward. Within minutes his breathing became ragged and he drew close to release. His abdomen tightened and his face twisted as he pushed himself over the edge shot his load. He spasmed intensely as came several thick ropes of simian spunk, unloading his nuts into the pouch of his briefs. The seed rapidly started seeping through the soft, white cotton. He withdrew his moist paw and licked away the hot, salty remnants of his orgasm before he slumped back, his muscles relaxed, and he drifted off to sleep.

Rafael's sleep was fitful that evening. He had always been a light sleeper and though he wasn't ever wide awake throughout that night, he felt as though he were constantly on the precipice of consciousness due to some background commotion that wasn't quite bothersome enough to rouse him out of his slumber. All too soon his alarm clock blared to life and he nearly chucked it against the wall, but managed to reign in the temptation. When he at last climbed out of bed and stumbled disjointedly into the kitchen in search of breakfast, too exhausted from his lack of restful sleep to bother dressing, he was shocked to find that his apartment was utterly spotless. The trash had been taken out, the dishes scrubbed, the general jumbled disarray of the two furs lives tidied away and organized. The drowsy primate could practically see the sparkle of his teeth in the linoleum of the floor if he beamed brightly enough at it.

'That must've been the noise that kept me from hitting a deep sleep last night,' he thought. 'That means...' He could scarcely allow himself to believe it. The hypnosis had worked! Craig must've spent the entire night scouring their garbage fire of an apartment to sparkling perfection under the powerful suggestion implanted by his friend.

He heard the heavy thud of hooves approaching from behind him and turned to see his roommate's sinewy form dressed in jeans and an undershirt, yawning widely as he popped his neck and stretched.

"Dude! Clothes. We talked about this," the equine complained, glaring at his slender roomie who was clad in only his cum-stained briefs. "And what's with the insane smile? You're acting even weirder than normal this morning."

"Thanks for cleaning up last night," the immodest anthro stated smugly, paws on his hips, careless of his state of dress. His light brown coat was fully on display, from the deep chocolate stripe that ran down his spine and tail to the rapidly paling soft fur that wrapped toward his front until it was almost white on his face and belly.

"Thought you did it," the confused donkey replied. "Wasn't that what all that racket was last night?"

"Wasn't me, bro. I totally hypnotized you!" The primate gleefully claimed.

Craig looked around incredulously at their immaculate surroundings. "Yeah..." he said slowly, "Wasn't me. Look, if this is one of your quirky little pranks, it's a pretty lame one. Oh no! You finally cleaned up the mess you've buried us in and are giving me credit for doing the heavy lifting. You got me! At least save it until after I've had coffee. I'm still tired," he replied sarcastically, lumbering over to the pot.

"But I did, dude! I didn't clean up all the shit around here. You don't remember cleaning up all the shit around here. And that's what I hypnotized you to do. You're, like, totally my thrall now, or whatever," Rafael boasted proudly.

"Cool story," the donkey shrugged dismissively.

"Then let me do it again; I'll prove it," his roommate implored, somewhat deflated at his friend's indifference.

"Sure. Try again. And when it doesn't work promise me that you'll drop this nonsense. Also, get dressed," the brown furred equine acquiesced as he huffed a heavy sigh.

"I promise nothing!" The monkey nearly shouted, pleased that he was getting his chance to prove his stubborn friend wrong, a happenstance that did not occur frequently.

The simian hurried to retrieve his new treasure, but didn't bother pulling on a single stitch of clothing. He was simply too excited to take the time to get fully dressed when he had an accommodating volunteer to let him have another attempt at mind-control. It was going to be awesome, he just knew it! When he returned with the timepiece, the excitable primate bounced on his paws as he considered in what way to bend his friend's will.

"What's something you wouldn't do if I didn't enslave your mind?" He asked, vigorously wiggling his fingers like a magician.

"Enslave my- for fuck's sake. Rafe, just do this so I can get on with my life," the irritable anthro replied.

"How about giving me some cash?" The restless simian proposed with a broad smile.

"Don't you still owe me something like $50?" Craig commented dubiously.

"Then this will be perfect!" Rafael claimed, marching up until they were almost chest to chest and stared directly up into his friend's face. They were so near to one another that the primate could feel the heat of his roommate's body emanate from him. While firmly pinching the silver chain between his thumb and forefinger he dropped the pocket watch so that it was suspended between them. With a fluid grace he rocked it back and forth in a steady rhythm. It shimmered alluringly as it lurched and spun.

"Tonight, dear mind-slave-" he began.

"Mind-slave?" The jack silently mouthed back with a raised brow.

"Tonight, my dear mind-slave," the monkey continued earnestly, "you will leave $200 out right here on this table for me. That's, uh...that's it. Hypnosis done." After his blundering finish he glanced about artlessly, at a loss for what one does post-mesmerism.

The fit donkey snorted derisively and turned to pour himself a steaming mug of coffee.

Over the course of the rest of the day, all through his classes and the few hours he spent at work, Rafael couldn't wait to see his second attempt turn up successful. It was even harder to fall asleep that evening, with his budding fantasies about actually being able to beguile other furs into doing his bidding steadily becoming reality and the intoxicating sense of power that came along with it. He did eventually manage to nod off and, with less noise in the background to disturb his peaceful slumber, slept far more soundly than he had the night before.

Sure enough, the following morning when Rafael hobbled out of bed shortly after sunrise and shambled into the kitchen there was a stack of crisp twenties recently pulled from an ATM waiting for the primate on the corner of their table. He hopped from paw to paw anxiously as he hung around in anticipation of his roommate rousing for the day. A couple of minutes later, when the impatient fur could wait no longer before battering down his friend's door himself, he bounded over to the Craig's bedroom and cried loudly through the portal.

"Success, mind-slave!" He yelled triumphantly.

Seconds later the door was flung open and cracked against the wall. A very unamused donkey wearing only his plaid boxers stood in the frame. His muscles were tensed with his annoyance, causing the darker splotches of fur on his coat to stand out.

"Look at this stack of cash, loser! You're totally enraptured by my bewitching charms," he declared, lording his success over the incensed equine by fanning out the fresh bills in front of his face.

"Spell 'enraptured,'" Craig said dryly.

"Don't change the subject, my mesmerized servant! Admit it! I'm a master hypnotist," Rafael announced proudly.

"Yeah...I haven't left my room all night. The joke is getting a little old, bro," Craig stated with his paws on his hips as he glared disdainfully down at his smaller friend.

"Then you won't mind if I do it again," the monkey pressed.

"Just how many times do I have to let you try to do this before you get bored and move onto another obsession?" His roommate queried, exasperated.

"Last time. I promise," Rafael replied agreeably. If he could get the hypnotic suggestions to take hold three times in a row then he wouldn't require his friend to be a test subject anymore. He needed to make sure his final attempt would be something intense enough where there could be no mistaking success or failure. Something that the jack wouldn't do just to prank him into believing he was triumphant when he wasn't. He had the perfect idea.

"Fine, let's get this over with. If you try again after this I'm going to punch you, though. What's the deal this time?" The donkey inquired through gritted teeth, rubbing a dark swath of fur atop his snoot between his eyes.

"Can I make you do anything I want?" The primate questioned as an impish grin blossomed across his face.

"Since it isn't working? Knock yourself out," Craig ceded.

The monkey leaned in close until his crimson eyes met the equine's golden orbs. He hung the watch by its chain between them. Its broken face reflected in his companion's eyes while its dazzling engravings sparkled back at the simian in the harsh fluorescent light of the cheap apartment kitchen. The gadget swung back and forth in a smooth, steady flow with a flick of the anthro's wrist. In a soft, soothing voice he spoke to the other fur while their pupils tracked the oscillating pendulum.

"You will be filled with an insatiable lust every night and become an eager sex slave, crawling into the nearest male's bed looking to be used by them. You'll try to satisfy them anyway they want and as many times as they want," he suggested lecherously. "You'll become a cock-hungry bottom who craves being filled and not be able to get any pleasure each evening until they are done with you." He trailed off with little more to add, still unsure of the proper way to cease a session of mesmerism, and let the spinning, swaying timepiece slow to a stop.

After not flinching throughout the "hypnotism," Craig nearly burst out laughing at how gullible the younger male was. The fact that they were both very much aggressive dominants sexually and not given to enjoy being "used" was plenty to find the request suspect. They had been close friends long enough for them both to know that they were not romantically compatible and had never even accompanied one another on so much as a single, awkward date.

"Are you that hard up for a boyfriend, Rafe? You know you're never gonna' stick your cock in me, right?" He shook his head and elbowed past the monkey with a self-assured chuckle.

Rafael smirked. If he was right (and he knew that he was), soon his longtime cohort would be bending over for him every night. It seemed as though the donkey hadn't been recalling his evening trances, so the primate would have to remember to snap a picture of himself balls deep in his roommate with his phone as proof. Or would a photo of Craig with a faceful of his semen be better? He couldn't decide. He concluded he'd do both, just to be safe. His member twitched at the thought, straining against his briefs. It had been awhile since he shared his bed. He fought the urge to return to his bedroom and furiously paw off, wanting to save his spunk for later.

That night, the bedroom door creaked open and the fur staggered to the edge of his roommate's mattress. His slipped under the sheet and started groping for his master's length through his underwear before gripping the waistband and tugging them down. Groggily, the donkey came to his senses and felt the weight and presence of another in his bed. He lifted the blanket to see  Rafael, wearing only his tighty whities, eyes glazed and distant. He coaxed the jack's mottled equine length out of its sheath with his clever paws. The feel of another male handling his sensitive, pink and brown member quickly had him engorged to his full more than eight and a half inches of hardness.

The primate licked his lips, tongue flicking seductively across to slick them, before lowering his mouth over the gently flaring tip and suckling on the steadily inflating phallus. The pieces slowly fell into place and Craig realized what must've happened. It seemed the hypnosis was working perfectly fine after all, the monkey just connected with the wrong target. It would be rude, the donkey supposed, not to help his good friend out with his insatiable lust. After all, Rafe clearly would do the same for him.

He grabbed the anthro steadfastly by the back of the skull and began bucking up into his open maw, pressing his medial ring past his partner's lips and forcing his widening tip into his throat. He had to admit that the simian was talented as he slithered his tongue around his girth and managed to pleasure every inch of of his gifted maleness. He leaked a river of pre into his stupefied slave's mouth as the monkey licked, sucked, and stroked with intense need: practically worshipping his penis. Rafael shifted to sitting on his rump between Craig's toned thighs. His tail swished continually in enjoyment as he gripped the base of his master's rod with one foot paw and rolled his heavy balls about with the other, skillfully using all four of his appendages to pleasure the jack.

It wasn't long before the equine drew close to climax and decided to stop and pull away. While he panted, his simian lover agilely spun to kneel and pressed the side of his face and shoulders against the mattress. He raised his tail and hips while he slipped the elastic of his briefs down to expose and present his cleft and fuzzy sac.

"I need you in me! Fill me with your seed!" Rafael urged in a husky voice as he deftly wrapped his clever tail about the donkey's shaft and guided it to his waiting hole.

The equine fumbled for a bottle of lube from his nightstand. Despite the stilted speech and submissiveness being brought on fully by the hypnosis, the scent of sex and desire drove his arousal and encouraged him onward. He liberally applied a slippery coating to his throbbing cock. Leaning forward, he slithered his thick, wet tongue against the needy ring of flesh. He prodded it vigorously and opened enough for him to slide inside. The invasive member loosened and moistened his friend's tense orifice, and Craig reveled in tasting the virginal pucker. For all the sex partners he had in his life, Rafael had always made it clear that he had never been penetrated, constantly boasting of his prowess as a top.

Once both his erection and his slave's ass were sufficiently glistening, he withdrew his tongue and pressed his firm tip to the monkey's ass. With a slow yet powerful press, he shoved his way in. The primate moaned loudly in rapture as he was impaled on the sizable rod, so much so that the equine was surprised that the mesmerism didn't shatter. Gradually he violated further, eliciting gasps from his new submissive with each inch that his hole swallowed. Even Craig was panting by the time he reached the halfway point and to had take the extra effort to force the medial ring in. The simian's passage clamped down around his shaft. It was the hottest and tightest of any anthro that he had ever taken and his spine tingled with anticipation.

Eventually he fully hilted Rafael. He slowly drew back and wrested himself mostly out of his unwitting seducer. Then he thrust forward again. Repeating the motion several times, he gradually picked up speed until he was wildly slamming into the other anthro. He leaned over the primate's back and gripped his hips as he pistoned. His hooved fingers dug into the fur below as he exhaled sharply along his partner's nape. His enthralled friend whined and groaned, wriggling back onto his girth. He reached beneath his waistband and frantically stroked his own quivering hardness.

The dominant jack's breathing grew ragged and his hefty sac drew tight as he approached his orgasm. With a snarl and grunt he thrust his hips and quaked violently, releasing a torrent of semen into his partner. He felt wave after wave of viscous cum spray into the horny squirrel monkey while Rafael pumped away at his penis, finally able to feel release now that he had brought his lover past the edge. His stretched ring squeezed around the deflating equine phallus buried within him one last time as he splattered his own seed into the crotch of his underwear. They stayed still for several seconds. The exhausted donkey basked in the afterglow of their newfound physical intimacy.

Eventually the primate wrenched himself away and Craig felt his member slide free of the abused tailhole and rested spent atop the sheets, discharging the last vestiges of his orgasm into the cotton as it slowly retreated back into its sheath. He could see the other male's ass, dribbling rivulets of his emissions down his thigh as he stood stiffly, still clearly dazed, and shambled away toward his own bedroom.

Craig wondered if what transpired would become a nightly occurrence, or if his roommate would find a way to undo his own conditioning once he woke up with a sore, leaking ass and understood what happened. Either way, the satisfied antho had to admit that the monkey could, in fact, hypnotise furs.

At least Rafe got him an excellent birthday present, he mused, falling back onto his bed and nodding off.