Let’s get one thing straight. Sexual hypnotism and real world hypnotism are NOT the same thing!


The kink is better described as Mind Control. And, uh, well I got a love-hate relationship with this one.


On one hand, I crave the power to exert will over others. Ignoring nefarious purposes, but just being able to control the behavior of others. Complete control of the unknowns that are other people. Would do wonders for my anxiety!


Would unleash unspeakable evils on the victims though. And my morals are too strong and I’m too self-aware to think that it would be fair, or right, or kind. I believe too much in consent and freedom for living things.


But the joy of being free from responsibility by falling completely under the will and control of another? Also equally tempting. But it wouldn’t be sustainable to be continuously submissive to any one person for the rest of my life. I couldn’t do that.


But art is for the fantasy, right? For the belief and joy of a world where our craziest dreams come real.


The world already has too much fantasy driven, self-gratifying porn in it I’m finding. Maybe I’m no different by continuing to contribute to it, maybe I’m unique in trying to keep it grounded, maybe I’m just a human trying his best.


A better me, though. I live for that.


And so does Hyland.


…..


“Are you ready?” Silen was hesitant, but Hylan was sure. They’ve discussed this, they’ve set up boundaries, they’ve set up safeguards, they’ve confirmed they want this.


Hylan has assured Silen time and time again that he trusts the Deinonychus. Silen has worked hard to earn the Triceratops confidence.


“Okay, just remember-”


“I’ve got this!” Hylan interrupted. “I always have access to my panic button. I’m always aware of what’s happening. I can pull myself out at any time. Any other warning you wanted to remind me of?”


“No…, that’s all of them.” Silen responded to the rather brunt rebuttal.


“I’ve got this! Really, Love!”


“Okay, okay. I trust you. Just don’t trust myself, so…”


“My Love,” Hylan reached across the table. He placed his hand atop his partner. Silen’s neon yellow eyes glowed with the touch. “You worry much too much. If you don’t trust yourself, then trust only in me! I know you can do this.”


Silen did his half smile, the assurance working to sooth his fears. “You’re right-”


“I know I’m right.”


“- I’ve got this.”


“You do! Now look at me, you hunk of sexy scales and teeth.”


“Aren’t I the one supposed to be giving orders?”


“Anytime, my Love. My mind, body, and soul are yours.” Hyland smirked as his lover, hand upon his other half’s, the other holding his head up.


Triangular snout, lethal teeth, sharp eyes, retractable claws, a hunter.


But that was just his surface traits. Only those close to the raptor would know about his unbidden charisma, his infectious personality, his uncanny persuasiveness. And even closer, as in only Hylan, knows about his alluring eyes, his subtle tone, his enticing voice. And about how manipulative it can be.


Silen joked that he’s part siren of myth, able to memorize anyone with a glance and a few words. Hylan’s seen it in action, he almost didn’t believe it the first few times. Diffusing more than one angry bar fight before it starts. Turning people from depressed to laughing with a look and a joke. Everyone likes him, everyone loves him. He only loves Hylan. A precious secret shared between sweethearts.


And an irresistible turn on to the cera. Sure, vanilla sex is nice. Their few toys always kept things fun. But control, or the lack of it, really stirred something, something deep, dark, dangerous. And it scared Hylan, but the half chub in his pants really spoke to his other innermost thoughts. It took a lot of trust to tell Silen about it, who understood, until Hylan asked to add it to the bedroom. Silen was… less understanding about that.


It took a lot of communication to finally get to the point where we are now.


But they're here now!


“Well, look deep into my eyes and fall madly in love with me then.” He said. Hylan recognized the tone. Silen never used it with him before. And his heartbeat rose up, up, and up.


“Well, I'm already one of those!” Hylan smiled. He gave the table they were sitting at one last look, unsure how it would feel to look in another minute or two. Magazines and junk mail sat unattended on the corner. Salt and pepper shakers with napkins. Worn wood grooves and a couple particles of dried food. A thrift store purchase when they moved in together.


“Oh, you know nothing of madness, not yet.” Hylan’s spine vibrated strong enough to make his breath sudder. His skin grew goosebumps. The words were electric honey. Smooth and shocking. And in the silence that followed, there was nothing. And Hylan's brain couldn't resist. He wanted more.


He rose his eyes, tracing up Silen’s hand he was holding, noticing the patterns in scale, the two toned colors, slashes crosswise across the forearm. Next was his shoulder obscured by his tee shirt, a piece of band merch he got over the summer. Then his neck, taut sinew and tendons. His cheek, his temple, his.. eyes.


Hylan expected swirls, or bright light, or something. But they just looked the same way they always did. Soft and kind. He wore a half smile. Wrinkles etched into his hide where his laughter lines folded. The look put Hylan at ease. And he felt his tail drip to the floor.


“Hi, Pumpkin.” There was no flash of pleasure in his words, even so Hylan smiled.


“I'm ready…, for real this time.” Hylan admitted.


“Then breathe slowly. Relax your eyes. Halt your thoughts. Dream of daisies. Tune out the walls, the floor, the dishes and cabinets. Unclench your jaw. Breathe slow. Send away your worries. They mean nothing here. Absolutely nothing. Pesky thoughts make you anxious. There’s no need for that. You don't need to think, to speak, to act. You don't need to do anything. You just need to listen, hear me as I speak. Words doing wonders at whittling down your walls. The room is gone. The house is gone. The now is gone. All that's left is these words. They sing in your head, your soul. They fill you up, they make you feel weightless, bouncy, light, free. They make you feel happy. So happy, right, Hylan?”


Hylan was still, eyes glazed over, only his lungs moved. As Silen’s monologue came to a close, the words faded to nothing. Hylan was left, a mind without will. Happy. Aware. Hard.


He could still think, if he wished. But he didn't, he felt free, free of every pound of baggage that pressed upon his shoulders, his life. Hylan didn't register any movement and sound, content to sit and wait for the words to return. To tell him that he was happy, cause he was happy. He was free!


The words returned, less pillowy and more of harsh whispers in his ear 


“Hylan, if you can hear me, tap the the table.


Tap. A force not his own brought about the action, and words not from his consciousness directed them. They made him happy.


“Hylan, tap if you are feeling comfortable?”


Tap.


“Hylan, you look really goofy right now.” The words laughed at him. Hylan didn’t move, but he laughed somewhere in his mind.


“Hey, before we go on, I want you to know that… I want to thank you with trusting me like this. I've never, you know, never wanted anyone to know about this power. I thought they’d all freak out and run away from me. But you didn't, and when you said you wanted to do this. I didn't want to, but I remembered that you didn't run from me. So I'm not running from it anymore either. I'm doing this with you, cause you deserve every amazing thing you've ever received and ever will receive. And I want to be one of those amazing things.”


Hylan wanted to cry, to move, to act, but he couldn't. He couldn't do anything but listen. Listen as Silen poured out his heart to the shell that used to hold Hylan.


“And, I didn't think I'd ever be able to tell you that. But here you are, here I am.”


The words made him happy. He swelled up against the nothingness he occupied. Trying his damnedest to respond in any way. To not leave his love hanging. It was so frustrating, the most frustrating thing of all.


“And I know you said you wanted to lose control and just follow orders, like a toy. But, Hylan, I can't do that. I could never see you as some object, a puppet, or anything like that.”


The being that was Hylan didn't think, just enjoying the words. They made him feel happy.


“Stand up.” It was the first direct command in a while. Happy Hylan rushed to comply. Happy to do whatever the voice said, happy to hear all it's wonderful words. Happy to hear Silen speak again.


Touches like frozen lightning pulled at his body. Scratchy fabric singed his skin as his shirt was pulled up over his head. Hylan raised his arms without prompting. It tickled in a wonderful way. A trail of fingers caressed his sides. Butterfly kisses. And it made Hylan crazy. He wanted to move, act, respond. It was maddening. Hylan screamed into the void of his mind. Body remained still as fingers tucked into the hem of his pants.


“You really look goofy, just smiling like that. So happy.” Denim fell to around his ankles, underwear now the only thing constraining his hardness. Gentle squeezes gripped his girth, the being of Hylan was lost in the touch. It felt so much stronger than any other time. For there was nothing else to focus on instead.


“Hylan, I'm going to give you two choices. Two options. Like I said, I can't just play with you like a toy so listen carefully.”


Hylan did, the words were still like silk. It was so much harder as he was groped. But he did.


“Option one, I take you back to the bedroom. I lay you down and whisper sweet things in your ear while edging you closer and closer to the most glorious orgasm you've ever had. You'll cum buckets as I stroke and stroke till you're shooting blanks. The whole time you'll sit there with your goofy grin and nothing but my hand will touch you, passive, still. Without control.”


Hylan didn't need to hear the other option. If it was possible, he was even more turned on. Dick harder than iron, Silen’s hand lazily stroked up and down the organ, pulling his underwear along the surface. Just burning him up. At the first sign, Hylan will take it and run.


“Hehehe, seems you like option one, but I need to tell you option two. Pay attention now.”


And like that Hylan was reeled back in. Just the latest order pulling his attention back to the sweet words.


“Option two,” the hand released its grasp. Hylan screamed at it to come back. His shell barely fluttered. “Option two, you wake up. You’ll look at me. You see me as the sexiest thing imaginable. Desire will consume you. You'll feel the need to breed as a stud to a herd of cows. You'll take me in any way you want, unable to stop until you're again shooting blanks and I'm fucked raw. Again, completely out of control.” Hylan shivered, viscerally. The most movement he’s done for the past several minutes. “Active, alive. And most importantly, with me…” There was more longing in those last two words than in their years of dating. And it broke Hylan. He wanted out. He wanted to move. He spent so long thinking about losing control and becoming subservient he forgot. He forgot about Silen. He left his love there, there in the real world. His heart tremored and trembled. Adrenaline surging through his limbs. The first thoughts since going under erupted.


‘Silen! I'd always choose you!’


With his awareness came will. Sensation returned to his limbs. He felt light headed, like he’s been standing for hours. The walls came back, the floor, the dishes and cabinets. The table, the mail, the chairs, the salt and pepper shakers. And most of all, Silen.


He was laying on his stomach across the table. Naked. Tail raised aside. His fine ass presented towards the towering bull. And his eyes glowed. Not from any damn power or mystic ability. But with life. Their life. Hylan couldn't believe he wanted to throw that away. He went to apologize but a throb and pulse from his dick told him something else. Told him to breed.


Silen’s ass looked like the best meal he’s ever seen, only for a different appetite. He didn’t say words as he leaned forward. Pole still encased in cloth. He grinded it against his lovers form, jamming it in his valley. He leaned into the grind. Feeling limbs and legs squish together. It felt like when he was under a trance. Just as intense, just as extreme.


Silen pushed back, which Hylan wouldn't stand for. He’s the one in control now. Silen offered him everything and the Cera was going to take every inch.


The emboldened bull growled, “Do you know what you've done?”


Silen smiled, clearly certain of what’s about to happen.


“Only what you did for me. Offering you my mind, body, and soul.”


“Well..” Hylan grabbed cotton with two fists, easily ripping the last remaining piece preserving his modesty clean in two. “Guess I'll take it all.”


“Go for it.”


“Of course, Love.”