Foogledorf said:
Now that's fun. Wish such a thing could happen to me.

bugmenot said:
[spoiler=Story by SnepKayz]Story by SnepKayz

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“Mmm... Good boy...” You purred, watching the adorable snow leopard boy lose focus. All you had to do was twist your wrist slightly to keep the amulet swaying back and forth, and by extension, keep the feline under your control. It was a fetish you had never known you had, and a couple hours ago, you might have questioned it was even possible.

You had met him on one of those dating apps, the leopard advertising himself as a particularly kinky individual with a handful of weird tastes who was looking for someone open to trying new things. At the time, you had figured maybe he just wanted to throw some fuzzy cuffs on you while you fucked him. That was what “kinky” on most of these apps meant, right? Just some light BDSM on otherwise vanilla sex. Regardless, he was cute, and your dick wasn't going to suck itself. A few messages and a couple questionable pictures later, he was on his way.

Kayz showed up at your apartment wearing pretty standard attire: jeans, t-shirt, nothing that would stand out as someone who claimed to be into what he described as “some weird shit.”
“So what kinda stuff were you looking for, exactly?” You asked after closing the door behind him.”You gonna like, tie me to the bed while you ride me? Put on a mask?”
“How does 'complete mental control over me' sound?” The leopard boy shot back, giving you a wide grin as he awaited your reaction. That didn't faze you, but only because you thought it was a joke.
“Oh, so you pretend to be my slave or something?”
“No, I actually become your slave.” Kayz huffed, as if you were the biggest fucking idiot in the world for thinking he would only pretend. He sighed, trying to think of how to explain it. “Okay, so you're familiar with hypnosis, right?” He asked, fishing a small necklace out of his pocket. It was a circle-shaped amulet on a piece of leather. One side had a swirling pattern on it, but that was the extent of its uniqueness.
“Uh, like...'You are getting sleeeEEEpppyyy' stuff?” You ask, recalling a few stage hypnotists you had seen, along with the common depictions on TV.
“Yeah, I guess, but less getting sleepy, and more getting insanely turned on for no other reason than you saying so. Basically I want you to hypnotize me, and make me do whatever you want to get you off.”

The fact that he had said it with a straight face made you realize he was one hundred percent serious.
“Wait, so...how? I've never done this before, and I doubt it's just that easy!” You protest, though you had to admit, the idea was very, very tempting to try.
Kayz took your hand, giving you the necklace. “Listen, it's easy as hell for me because I'm the most suggestible person I know. You just have to let me focus on the necklace moving, then start giving me commands. You'll know exactly when I'm all the way under.” He promised, before taking a step back. “Or, you know, we can just fuck and then I'll be on my way.”
“No, no, I...I want to try it. But I'm just saying don't expect me to be good at it!” You reply quickly, too intrigued by the idea to turn back now.
“That's fine. If you somehow can't keep me under, I wake up, we fuck, then I go. You win either way.” The feline replies with a shrug. “All you gotta know is that you can't make me do anything I wouldn't want to do sober. It just won't work. And this all relies on me being able to relax myself on an unconscious level, so speak softly, and keep your commands simple.”

“Okay.” You say, examining the necklace before turning to the leopard. “Strip yourself down to your underwear, and get on your knees.”
“I'm not hypnoti-”
“I...I know, it just makes it a bit quicker.”
The feline obeys, starting to wiggle out of his jeans before pulling his shirt off over his head. He was standing before you clad in only a pair of blue boxer briefs with a science-fictiony design on them. He lowered himself down onto his knees before sitting back and waiting obediently for you to begin. You stood in front of him, making sure the side of the amulet with the swirling pattern was facing him before starting to swing it slowly. You didn't need to tell Kayz to focus on the necklace, his blue eyes immediately beginning to follow it as it swung back and forth. His head turned ever so slightly to be able to comfortably follow the pendulum at the height of its motions.
“Yoouu are gettting sleeeEEEeeeppPPpyYy!” You groan, alternating your pitch like you were a ghost in a bad cartoon.
Kayz reached out, stopping the necklace. “You, uh, don't need to put that much into it.” He offered, looking a little embarrassed for you. “Just tell me how relaxed I'm feeling, how all my concerns are being swept away. Emphasize how much I want to just give up control to you, how easy it would be. Stuff like that.”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” You apologize as Kayz lets go of the necklace and returns to his position.
“Ooh, and countdowns are super hot.” He adds, quickly.
“Yeah, countdowns. Okay.” You reply, wanting to get on with this already.

The amulet starts to sway, and once again Kayz' eyes focus in on it.
“Feel yourself growing tired as you sink into trance...” You murmur softly, this time without the theatrics. You also immediately noted how it had changed from telling him how he felt, to commanding the boy how he felt. You weren't sure if that mattered, but it made you feel more in charge.
“You want to relax, you want to surrender to me.” You continue, noting a tiny pink spark in the center of the leopard's eyes.
“Every swing lets you fall deeper and deeper under my spell. Nothing will make you happier than to submit your mind to me.” The spark intensified a little, the pink swirl growing slightly larger in his eyes.
Okay, countdowns. Those were supposed to be good. “As I count down from five, every step will bring you deeper and deeper into your trance. When I reach one, you will be mine completely. If you understand, say 'Yes, master.'”
Kayz' mouth barely opened as he whispered a faint “Yes, master.” to you. It was honestly exciting to watch your control spread over him, and you were starting to see why he was into it in the first place.
“Five, feel your mind starting to empty.”

“Four, your cock starts to harden as warmth fills your groin.” You command, remembering this was supposed to be a sex thing. A second later, you'd notice a sizable bulge growing in his boxers.

“Three, it's getting harder to think, and any thoughts you have just seem to drift away.” You state, watching the pink spark in his eyes grow in size.

“Two, you're so hard, you feel like you could cum with the slightest breeze. But you won't!” You hiss, a spark of cruelty crossing your mind. You could already see a dark spot forming at the tip of the tent in his underwear, the feline starting to make a mess from the pre-cum spilling from his shaft.

“One, your head is empty, and you belong to me.” You finally say, and his eyes tell you all you need to know. The swirling pink and white spark was taking up the majority of his eyes now, and while you weren't quite sure how that was possible, it made it clear that there wasn't an ounce of free will in his body anymore.

“Now, what will I do with you?” You ask, starting to unzip your pants with one hand while the other focused on keeping that necklace going. You were starting to get into this now, and you weren't going to hide your own erection any longer. Besides, Kayz had made it clear that he couldn't do anything he wouldn't want to do awake, so this was all consensual.

“Open your mouth.” Was the next command, the feline's jaw flopping open almost immediately. You fished your cock out of your pants, giving it a few tugs to get it all the way up and ready. “You're gonna suck me off, and you're gonna swallow every last drop.” You told him, pushing your cock up against his lips. His mouth simply opened a little more for you, and you were able to guide your tip in. He closed his mouth around it, wrapping his lips over your cock. His throat rumbled around your cock as he let out a sleepy “Yes, master.” in response, eyes never once leaving the necklace. Pleasure tingled up your body as he began to work, sucking on your dick like you were his god. His tongue explored every inch, leaving warm saliva all over it. You hesitantly reached out for the back of his head, unsure if any touch would break the spell. It took you a second to remember that your dick was currently in his mouth, and if that didn't wake him up, your getting a better grip on him wouldn't, either. Your hand grabbed onto his hair, and you gently pulled him closer to you before pushing him back. You began to settle into a rhythm of moving him up and down on your cock like he was a toy, (which wasn't too far off from the truth) moaning happily as your pleasure grew. He was starting to drool now, lines of spit hanging from the corners of his lips as he sloppily worked over your cock.

But even in his mindless state, the snow leopard was damn good at servicing others. You didn't have a short fuse by any means, but even this would be considered quick.
“Now remember, not a drop gets wasted, understand?” You tell him, pulling the boy all the way to the base of your cock.
“Yus, Mustur” He rumbled, staring straight ahead at your stomach in the absence of the necklace. You waited as the first signs of your orgasm began, starting with a tense pleasure at the base of your shaft. You felt it work its way up, biting your lip and letting out a moan as it became too much to hold back. You gasped out loudly as you blew a massive load straight down Kayz' throat. You were holding him down, but even then you didn't feel him trying to pull off your cock or resist at all. He was gulping it all down like a champ. You held him there for nearly a minute after your climax was complete, just letting the slutty kitten clean off your sensitive rod.

You pulled your deflated prick out without any resistance, though you could have sworn there was somehow a hint of sadness on his blank face for just a microsecond. He hung there, open mouth still drooling heavily.
“You were right, that was pretty fun.” You laugh, going to get yourself cleaned off. You'd return from the bathroom a minute later, only to find that Kayz was still right where you had left him. You were about to tell him that he could wake up, but that was before you realized he was still hard as a rock. Simply telling him that he could cum almost seemed anticlimactic, and after all he had done for you, it seemed a little lazy. He was still under, even without the necklace, so you felt confident you could go prepare. Soon there was an old towel laid out beneath him, and another devious idea in your head.

One of those things you had always seen in the movies were triggers that the villain put in their hypnotized hero's head. Sure, Kayz had made it clear that Hollywood didn't know that much about hypnosis, but what would be the risk in trying?
You fished the necklace from your pocket again, and returned to swinging it in front of Kayz. What was a term that you could use that wouldn't be too common, but not weirdly specific?
“Alright, whenever you hear me call you a kitty-cat, you'll vividly remember sucking me off. You'll want nothing more than to bend over and let me fuck you senseless. Do you understand?”

“...Yes, master.”

“Good. Now, I think you're almost ready to finish. I'm going to count you down, just like you asked, and when I reach one, you'll be allowed to cum.” You command, knowing that the boy must be about to explode. Even hypnotized, this was no doubt torturous for him.

“Five. Your balls feel like they're swelling with cum.” You said slowly, dragging out every word as long as you could. You watched as the kitten's soaked boxers started to throb.

“Four. The slightest touch will make you blow, but I won't let you yet.”

“Three. You need to cum, you're not sure you can hold out for another minute.” This was mean, no doubt about it, but watching Kayz' face burn red as he squirmed helplessly was starting to get you going again.

This time, you waited five seconds before continuing.
“Two. It's all welling up at the tip of your cock, and all you can imagine is how amazing it'll feel to cum. But you can't, even if you tried." You tell him, making sure to rub in just how much he was under your control.

Holy shit, you could see him leaking pre-cum through his boxers by now, his entire face bright red as he tried to hold himself together for you. Well you weren't going to let him off without pushing his limits. You silently counted out fifteen agonizing (for Kayz) seconds, watching as the snow leopard clawed at the floor. His cock was throbbing visibly, fighting not to release.

“One. Cum for me.” You said simply. It was all Kayz needed, though. You watched in awe as the boy began shooting cum out of his boxers with an intensity that most men could only dream of achieving. He was gasping and moaning loudly, to the point that you were a little concerned that the neighbors or somebody in the hall might hear. Your towel collected very little of his climax, seeing as he had managed to clear it for all but the end. After maybe a dozen or so thick ropes were soaking into your carpet, his orgasm finally came to end. For a moment he just hung there, the swirling pink in his eyes fighting to stay alive, and then he flopped forward with his butt propped up in the air.

You scooped him up into your arms, gently laying him on his back on your couch. He was out cold, and after torturing him like that, perhaps he deserved a little rest. You went to grab some cleaning supplies, and got to work getting his cum out of the floor.
You were just finishing up when he came to his senses, the sight of his blue eyes letting you know he was back properly.
“Have fun?” You asked with a grin.
“Nngh...apparently.” He murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “It's usually kinda hazy...but I think this is the first time I passed out.”
“Yeah, I kinda pushed you near the end.” You admitted, rubbing the back of your head. “But I definitely enjoyed it, and I hope you did, too.”
“Want to try it again, someday?” Kayz offered, looking down at his soaked boxers as he tried to decide what to do. “I'll, uh, also take an extra pair of undies if you got any.”
“That sounds good.” You agree, a mischievous idea growing in your mind. “You got any plans for the rest of today?”
“No, why?”

“Good, then how about I make some for us, kitty-cat?”
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