Hypnotized

Lane shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he tried to maintain his concentration, focusing only on the soothing voice amplified around them. He blinked slowly, staring out into the distance and imagining that he was somewhere else entirely. A nice warm beach perhaps, or maybe a favorite amusement park. Keeping his eyes locked on one spot was proving much more difficult than he had ever imagined. 

“I want you to relax your entire body. Start from your feet, feel the tension drain out and down into the floor.” The voice filled his head once more. He had been one of a dozen furs selected from the audience to join the hypnotist on stage. He consciously allowed his feet to relax as the world slipped out from underneath him. He was vaguely aware that the person next to him had been sent off the stage, although it barely mattered. 

“Good, relax your torso, feel your eyelids becoming heavy. Don’t fight it.” The fox swaggered into his field of view. Lane’s eyes already half closed, his chin pulled his head forward. The fox placed a paw onto his shoulder and easily manipulated him so that he was resting against the back of the chair, his body completely giving up control. The words being spoken registered subconsciously and even though he couldn’t make out what was being said, his body responded to it.

In his mind he was far away from that small stage, floating in a sea of purple clouds. Every so often there would be a gentle tap on his shoulder. It was somewhat comforting whenever he felt it, like somehow he was special and more important. Was he supposed to be paying attention? He couldn’t quite remember.

He felt a small tug on the back of his neck. Something was pulling him away from this peaceful REM state. He tried to fight it at first, but it was like fighting against a tidal wave, the harder he tried to remain the faster it pulled him away. The purple clouds reformed into the dimmed stage lights. Lane blinked away the last remnants of sleep as he took stock of his surroundings.

“Not everyone is susceptible to the power of hypnosis.” The fox told the audience. It looked to him as though at least half of the other volunteers had already been sent back to their seats. For a moment he worried that he had been awoken for that very reason. 

“At this point, everyone on stage is hypnotized and will fall back into the deep sleep whenever I will it. This means that you can clap and make as much noise as you want.” He walked over to a large bear sitting a couple seats down from Lane and pressed a thumb to his head. “Sleep!” The bear slumped over, nearly falling on his neighbor. The fox easily pulled him in the opposite direction, his body coming to a rest across a couple of the empty chairs. Lane watched in awe at how fast it had occurred and denied that it would be possible for the same to be done to himself.

He looked up to find the fox standing over him, a thumb pressed up against his forehead and it felt as though he had been disconnected from reality. He could hear the audience laughing but couldn’t bring himself out of the dream state. Jumbled words came pouring in, he found himself eagerly paying attention to every single word even if his brain couldn’t interpret the meaning behind them.

Then came the snap, piercing through the dream and cutting it into tiny shards. He was awake once more. The fox took a seat next to him, all of the other volunteers were still asleep.

“What is your name?” The fox asked and held the microphone out to him.

“My name is…” That’s odd. The husky frowned, what was his name? For some reason he couldn’t quite remember. It was on the tip of his tongue but it just wasn’t coming to him. The audience began to laugh. He wondered if he should make something up, anything just to ward off the embarrassment. He looked to the host for some help and bit his lip in frustration.

“That’s okay, let’s try an easier one, what breed of dog are you?” This certainly was an easy one, he felt a bit better as he went to answer the question.

“I’m a… um…” Suddenly it slipped his mind. He recalled all the breeds he could possibly think of but none of them sounded right. He slid down a little in his chair, ears lowering as the audience continued to laugh at him. He looked down at the fur on his arms, unable to understand why he couldn’t find the answers to these questions.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” The fox smiled. The words sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite place where he had heard that phrase before. He found himself standing up without thinking about it, someone in the audience whistled. He looked down to find himself unbuttoning his jeans. He tried to will himself to stop but it was no use, it was like his arm had a mind of its own. The jeans unzipped and fell to the floor, leaving him standing there in nothing but a pair of boxers and a t-shirt that didn’t quite fall low enough to cover up his indecency. 

As much as he hoped it would stop there, somehow he knew that this was only the beginning. His other hand tugged gently on the boxers, pulling them down slowly as though he were giving a strip tease. His doggy dong pulled free of the fabric for the entire audience to see.

With little hesitation, his shirt came flying off, leaving him buck naked. Cameras flashed all throughout the audience, music started up in the background. Suddenly he was doing muscle man poses, none of which he had ever done before in his lifetime. It barely even registered that his cock was completely erect.

“Stop.” The fox commanded and his body and the music stopped at once. He still couldn’t find the strength within him to cover up his manhood.

“Lick.”

He lowered himself to the floor and raised one leg up into the air. From this position the audience had a decent angle to watch as his head lowered to his cock. He had altogether stopped trying to fight against any of these suggestions. His tongue rolled out and lapped at the meat. His dick growing bigger, he bent forward as much as possible, beginning to take in the entire length. As he bobbed up and down on his junk, he forgot about the audience, concentrating only on pleasuring himself.

He felt a finger slide into his tail hole, and for a moment he wondered who was fingering him before coming to the conclusion that it was his own finger. The pleasure was intense, his body reacting to the fact that it thought it had just woken up from a long nights sleep. The knot quickly formed but as close as he was, there was some unknown force keeping him from reaching the point of orgasm. He edged and shook, sweating as he desperately tried to get himself off.

“Cum.” The simple command was all that was necessary. His body pumped his hot and sticky seed down his throat and with it the memories of his breed and name came flooding back.

“My name is Lane! I’m a husky!” He announced, coughing up and spilling cum down his chin. He wiped at it with the back of his paw. His brain clicked and the embarrassment of what he had just done in front of the crowd turned his face crimson.

“Very good, now sleep.” The world around him floated away as he was carried off into a deep slumber.