Hypnosis isn’t real. You’ve heard all about the stories of people being put under and doing silly things. Stories of people letting their freedom of mind vanish from their brains as they turn into a goop for the hypnotist to mold. You made that perfectly clear to Xavier when he came over to your house excited to tell you all about the new hypnosis book he got. Xavier has been your friend since middle school, always the little wolf goofball who falls for every trick in the book. He would lose his nose to a scam if it wasn’t attached to his face, a face that now wore an expression of pure annoyance.

Hypnosis isn’t real. It just isn’t real, so when Xavier said he would prove it to you a smirk crept up your lip. He wanted to use you as a test dummy, proof would come when he had you barking like a little dog. It would never happen, so you gladly accepted. Sitting down on your couch, you watched Xavier reading over his book while fiddling with a coin that was attached to a string. It was only a few short minutes before he had your full attention. Follow the coin with my eyes and follow the snapping with my ears, that’s what he said. With a small rhythm Xavier swung the coin in front of my face while snapping in time with each movement. All the way to the left. Snap! All the way to the right. Snap!

Hypnosis isn’t real. Those words coiled into my head, tightening around my unconscious mind like a crown. I swayed with the coin, losing myself in the beat of that snapping. It wasn’t hypnosis that made me sway, it was just how lovely that tune was. Each snapping sound was an echo throughout time that rang in my ears as I lost myself completely to the rhythm.

Hypnosis isn’t real. I found myself stripping off all my clothing. First my shirt, then my pants, finally my underwear. I felt completely in control, so far no hypnotic business in my head. I was simply hot, Xavier mentioned how hot it was and he was right! It was completely burning, so it made complete sense to toss that constricting clothing to the side.

Hypnosis isn’t real. Your tongue lapped up and down Xavier’s sheathe, occasionally giving his fuzzy balls a kiss. You always wanted to do this, Xavier said so and he would never lie. The snapping has stopped yet you still hear it, the coin is off to the side yet you still see it. That didn’t matter though, all that matters is that heavenly musk enticing your nostrils. All that matters to you right now is listening to that cute fuzzy tail of his blowing the air around like a fan as you take the tip of his member into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his hot length and it tastes so magnificent! You take more and more into your mouth, going all the way to the knot, taking that length down your tight little throat.

Hypnosis isn’t real. You were always planning on doing this today. Xavier and you had made these plans and now that his little hypno trick failed it’s time for why he really came over. You hear a small bottle open, something being poured out, then the cold sensation of lube rubbing against your excited pucker. Laying on the bed you give your ass a small little shake and slap. That was all that was needed as you felt a pressure building on your rear before being replaced by a feeling of absolute fullness. Your house is filled with the musical sounds of love making. The bed shaking, moans escaping, two bodies slapping against each other. It doesn’t take long before you feel that knot push up against your eager hole, spearing open that once tight orifice as your own orgasm shakes your body to its core. Tingles crawl up your spine as you feel the warm load from your friend flooding your rear marking you as his.

Hypnosis isn’t real. You woke up with such a pain in your rear. You tried asking Xavier what had happened last night and he simply said you fell out of your chair. As you give your ass a soothing rub you know that is what happened. What else could it have been, after all you know for a fact that hypnosis isn’t real.