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Hypnorgasm
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Posted on 2020-06-09 08:26:46
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Here is a long story that goes along with this from the source. Basically, this monkey boy is stealing treasures at a ruin and comes across this hypnotic mirror.

The desert town of Majesh was awash with the soft golden glow of the sunrise, not a soul in the houses that littered the town was awake outside of the city guards that patrolled somehow endlessly through the night. They were wary of strangers, especially ones that appeared to be nomadic travelers, it was no surprise that upon seeing a lone figure on foot heading for the town would draw attention, especially at this hour.

“HOLD!” One of the larger guards named Mugran bellowed, the tiger drawing a sabre from his belt and pointing it toward the stranger.

The man was wrapped in a hood and cloak that concealed much of his body, but judging from his dextrous bare feet and the long darker flesh lips, it could be assumed that he was a simian of some kind. He froze upon command, a small tuft of wind curling about his cloak and cascading the end of it, revealing white furred ankles and a dark pair of trousers. “What seems to be the trouble?” The stranger asked, a smile crossing his face.

“State your business in Majesh.” The tiger commanded with a growl.

The stranger wasn't without provisions, he led his horse by the reigns because the beast's back was burdened with satchels, likely of food or necessary supplies for camping, but they could really store anything. The stranger chuckled lightly. “Why I am simply a traveler, I've heard that Majesh has several beautiful ruins just past the northern border, I'm just passing through to geta look at them.”

“Those ruins are a sacred site to the royal family of the city.” The guard answered coldly. “To enter them is to trespass on their property.”

“You simply asked me a question, which I answered truthfully.” The stranger responded. “I didn't say I needed your permission.”

Suddenly the stranger moved like a blur, his cloak flipped off his shoulders and revealed a white furred monkey who leaped into the air. A long tail of hair flapped along the air behind his head as he came down quickly and struck the tiger with a powerful kick to the jaw. The monkey's features were gentle, each of his ears held one circular earring that shimmered in gold as he moved. He crouched down and swept the tiger's feet out from under him, sending him crashing onto the ground and sending a cascade of sand into the air. The tiger moved more quickly than the monkey had anticipated and the guard caught his foot and twisted him away. He kicked the monkey hard at the center of his back and knocked him to the ground and Mugran looked at the horse, who kicked him with its front hooves, knocking him to the ground, sending him rolling down the hill.

“Easy girl, easy.” The monkey whispered, patting his horse's muzzle. “This is all part of the plan.” He was interrupted by the guard who had blazed up the hill and swung his sword at the young monkey. The ape simply sidestepped and his long tail wrapped easily around the guard's hands, locking them together. “Oh come now, sir.” He said as he tugged his tail, sending it around the handle of the sword and pulling it from the tiger's hands. “You don't need to get violent, I'm just here for the sights!” He grunted and struck the tiger with his shoulder, sending him flying back. He turned back to the horse. “Now, go. Meet me later, you know where I'll be.”

The horse's eyes opened wide in understanding just as the reflection of the tiger behind the monkey approached him there was a powerful smack against the side of his head as the tiger struck him hard with a curled fist. The simian was seeing a variety of colored spots on his vision as he hit the ground. He looked up to see the horse bolt away, letting out a cry that filled the canyon with her echoes as she took off toward the hills to the south. The stranger felt his eyes flicker and he fell to the ground, exhaling as his face buried itself in the sand.


The monkey wasn't sure whether it was the chill of the air that woke him, or the feeling of having a bucket of freezing water poured on him. He sputtered and opened his eyes, glaring at the tiger who stood boldly before him, a sneer pressed across his face.

“Sanjaya...” He said the name with recognition and clarity. “Such an honor to have the self-entitled “Prince of Thieves” arrive at our doorstep.” He said sarcastically. “I'm afraid our king will not be joining us, he had more pleasant matters to attend to, like having his teeth rooted and fed to the dogs.”

“Oh. So, my reputation precedes me?” Sanjaya quipped with a smirk. He looked up to see his hands shackled to the wall, spread far enough apart that they couldn't touch. His feet and tail were also bolted to the floor to keep him from moving completely. “You sure have me tied down firmly.” He leaned forward some and felt his hair tumble over his eyes. “Could I at least get my hair tied back again? It's a matter of pride for me.”

There was the sound of growling from the tiger's throat, but his mouth didn't move for a moment. “A matter of pride does not exist in here, in this dungeon, you're mine and I will hold you as I see fit until the authorities come and take you away.”

“Hmm-hmm, I'd like to see you try.” The simian grinned, despite the angered look from his jailer.

“I will waste no more time on this.” He said as he turned and walked from the room, speaking not another word until the door closed behind him and his face appeared in the portal from the other side. “You will answer for your crimes in the morning Sanjaya. Perhaps then you'll see fit to have some pride in admitting your wrong doings.”

“You can call me San.”

Angered by this disregard, Mugran slammed the flap shut, sending the echo through the room. San let out a slow sigh of relief. “Finally, I thought he'd never leave.”

Using an incredible amount of concentration and flexibility, Sanjaya forced his tail to straighten out, making it so rigid that it took up a little less room in the shackle that it was held in, the adjustment allowed him to quickly slip it from the chain and he slipped it up under his collar, pulling a small length of metal from it, which he used to unshackle one of his arms. He had to work quickly, he unshackled his other arm, then easily slipped his feet from the chains in the floor. The deception was perfect, Mugran had played right into his trap. From outside the city, the ruins were nigh impenetrable. But from inside the city he had a lot greater of a chance to slip past the few graveyard guards standing at the path. He jumped up and grabbed the bars, jerking his body into the room he was eventually able to pry them partly off their foundation and he slipped through the window into the darkness of night.

Sneaking around in the dark was pretty simple, all he had to do was get past the two guards at their post in front of the valley that led down to the ruins. He peeked around the corner of a building as he approached it and could still see the two men sitting rather lazily just outside the entrance to the path. San looked up toward the moon looming overhead and sighed to himself, blowing his hair out of his eyes. “Come on, come on...” He thought to himself. “Where is she? She should have been here by--” He paused and heard the cries of a horse off in the distance. He dropped his gaze around the corner again and the two guards jumped up to their feet as the soft white horse blazed past them, a large cart wheeling behind her nearly striking the pair as she ran.

“Hey! Hey you! Stop!” The guards said simultaneously as they picked up their discarded weapons and chased after her.

Sanjaya took the opportunity and tore across the ground through the unguarded opening and ran up the hill; checking on occasion over his shoulder to be sure no one would see him. As he passed the crest of the hill he looked down into the moonlit valley below; scattered across a four mile radius were ruins, hundreds maybe thousands of years old, and he had the secret to its cache of treasure. He slid part way down the hill and landed flat on his feet. He narrowed his eyes and could see a blue etching of writing illuminating off a few of the pillars, though they were tilted and broken there was no way to really interpret them. He shuffled over toward the center of the ruined city and pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket, placing his hand on a pylon he whispered the incantation scrawled on the parchment and watched the column begin to glow brightly like a beacon and slowly sink into the sands. The immediate area that the simian stood on suddenly jerked and began to lower itself as well.

Down, down, down Sanjaya went, he could hear the sand pouring off the platform he was standing on and dropping onto something below him, and as he looked down a grin slid across his face. Below was a sea of golden coins, jewels, riches beyond even San's imagining. He threw his hands up and cheered toward the sky above before hopping down and landing in the ocean of treasure. He laughed gleefully and rolled around in it, idly listening to the platform as it lowered itself down to the chamber's floor and locked into place. He slid down a dune of it and landed on the floor which was one of the few bare spots in the room. The walls were lined with roots and paintings as well which were likely extremely valuable, but the next thing he noticed confused him.

It was a flicker of green light somewhere on one of the piles of treasure. He raised his eyebrows curiously upon it and walked over to investigate it closer; it was a nice looking hand mirror that had gotten thrown in with the lot of gold. As he picked it up and turned it over in his hand, he noticed that it was quite ornate, shiny and quite beautiful, especially when looking at his own reflection, but the back was made out of a bronze metal, a tarnished color of gold that didn't look at all valuable. How on earth could someone have mistakenly thrown this in with these riches?

There was another soothing glow that caught his attention as he stared at his reflection, he shook his head and blinked oddly. “That was strange.” He said to himself, peering into his reflection's eyes, he could have sworn for just a moment they flashed a pale green color. Sanjaya grinned at himself, then used his tongue to pluck at a spot he saw between his teeth in the mirror. He re-examined himself and smiled. “There! Perfect.”
He stood up and absently placed the mirror on the seat he'd found it on before strolling across the room and he began to sift his paws through the treasure, giggling lightly to himself as he did so. Unexpectedly though he felt strange; a cold chill crawled up his spine then back down it in such a manner that it made his tail twitch. He turned around and cast his gaze on the mirror, but it hadn't moved. Why did he care if it had or not? He peered from left to right, feeling a bit awkward in that moment as he returned his attention to the treasure. There was more here than he'd expected—much, much more. It would take him several trips even with his steed's help, to successfully cart all the gold and jewels from this trove.
There was a sputtering from above that perked San's ears. “That you, girl?” There was another sputter and a kick on the stone that lined the rim of the passage. “Alright, let's see if we can't clean this place out by sunrise, shall we?”
Sanjaya began by sweeping several gold coins onto the pedastal, he found a switch that would send the treasure up with him, then a switch to bring him back down. After three large trips he realized he couldn't put any more onto the horse's back. He smiled and nuzzled her snout. “Now go on, take this back to where we agreed and empty it.” He whispered. “Then come back and I'll be ready to fill it up again, we'll have this done by dawn.”
The horse's head bowed in understanding as she turned around and started off toward the darkness just beyond the ruined compound. Sanjaya flipped the switch and lowered himself back down into the treasure filled pit below. He knew it would be several hours before she returned, and they had at least four fills of treasure before the place would be cleared out. As the platform came to a rest at the bottom of the shaft, San was tempted to just flop down into the remainder of the treasure and swim around in it. But instead he walked over and seated himself by the mirror to admire his payoff. He inhaled and exhaled slowly and leaned back.
“Sanjaya...” A voice startled the simian for a moment and he looked around quickly.
“Who-who's there?” He asked.
There was a long period where no other sound was heard in the chamber. He hummed aloud and shrugged a bit, it may have been his imagination, but it was clear no one was--
“Sanjaya...” The voice sounded off again and made him shriek in surprise. He scooted away from where the noise was coming from, and noticed the mirror sitting face down on the bench. San put his hand on the back of the object, and pulled it away quickly; it felt warm to the touch. The warmth somehow felt like it was calling him, making it sound like it was saying his name... but how? How even could he describe what was happening? He pulled his hand away and stared at it. It chilled him again to the bone, it felt like it was calling him.
"What..." He paused, thinking about exactly what he was thinking. "No. That's not possible." He said, scratching his head and standing up again.
"Desire..." The voice whispered from the mirror and made him turn back toward it.
"No way!" He shouted as he picked up the mirror and readied himself to throw it across the room, but some force kept him from releasing it. It was that green flash of light out of the corner of his eye that turned his attention back to it. For some reason it seemed to want his attention and-- "That's impossible. Why would I think this thing would want me to hold onto it? It's not exactly like it's able to tell me what t--"
"Observe..." The voice emitted again, echoing through the back of San's mind. He closed his eyes and shook his head, the feeling wasn't exactly an unpleasant experience, but he didn't want it either. Again, he put the mirror down and started walking away.

Brushing his hair away from his face, he hadn't realized how unhinged he'd gotten from the mirror's distracting him. He could feel his forehead beginning to sweat a bit, he just needed to get his head straight so he could get this treasure out of here.

Sanjaya began to push some of the piles of treasure toward the center. He went to grasp one of the chests and grunted as his fingertips slipped off the surface, he growled angrily as he fell onto his backside. "GAAH!" He shouted in frustration, rubbing the small of his back. He sighed and put his hand on his forehead. "Oh c'mon Sanjaya. You're just getting all worked up for nothing. I've still got a few hours before I even need to get this upstairs." He sighed and stood back up, that mirror caught his attention again; why in the world did it seem like that was the only object in the room that felt more important than even the treasure in the room.

Again he made his way over to the mirror and picked it up. He turned it over in his hands, curious now what was so special about it. He saw a flicker of electricity crawl down his hand and vanish. "Hmm." He pondered as he looked at his reflection and raised his eyebrows. "Well, at least I've got some good looking company." There was another flash of green that made San nearly drop the mirror, but his reflexes kept it caught in his hand. He was surprised to see it still clutched in his fingers as he looked down at it. "What was that?" He asked aloud.

"That was just me." Sanjaya let out a shriek as he saw his reflection speak. "C'mon, San, you know you want to."

"W-want to... what?" He asked, but then noticed his reflection was no longer talking back to him. He groaned a bit. "What am I doing?" He asked himself. "My reflection isn't talking to me it--" He paused, and noticed his reflection giving him a wink and a strong sensation came over him. The urge to wink back was overpowering, he didn't even have the power to restrain it and he winked the same eye back at his reflection; his reflection smiled, then he smiled back before stopping himself. "What?" He placed his hand on his face, then noticed that his reflection didn't do it as well. "What is going on?"

There was a sudden flash of light that threw him back to the ground. He let out an audible gasp as a stream of green light flowed into his face from the mirror. He watched helplessly as his reflection began to remove his shirt. One after the other, his other self unfastened each button of his tunic, and San's own trembling hand followed its actions. "G-G-" He tried to speak, but something was overwhelming him, almost forcing his tongue to lay flat against the bottom of his mouth. His reflection was now grinning at him in the most peculiar way, he gasped as he felt his mouth twitch and expand out and up into a grin that matched the reflection. What was happening? It was as if he were the reflection and mimicking the mirror's actions.

"Desire..." The voice flooded his mind again, sending a rather warm tingling sensation down San's brain as he fell back and shook. He was getting a powerful erection from this, his cock was already tenting the front of his pants as his shirt fell open, dropping off his chest and hanging with it bare. The green glow showered over him from the mirror, it felt like it was going to blind him, but he couldn't block out the light. His free hand grasped his cock through his trousers and he winced, feeling that it was already making the front of his pants pool with a wetness that he couldn't fight. As his eyes flooded with the image in the mirror he could see himself sprawled out on the bench. He was stripping himself completely naked now, and he couldn't resist the sensation that he too wanted to strip, to free his aching arousal from the confines of his clothes. He reached down and unfastened the sash that held them on—

"NO!" He said, trying to close his eyes but now unable to do so. "I can't do this, I don't... don't want this..." He whimpered and tried to release the mirror, but at this point it seemed to have more of a hold on him than he did on it.

"Yes... yes do it..." The mirror felt warm to Sanjaya's touch again, only this time he couldn't release it from his grasp, it seemed to force his undivided attention. His neck was twitching as he tried to look away only to force his gaze back into its shiny surface. "Cum for me..." He heard the voice whisper. "Share me with another..."

The feeling of his warm flesh stroking in his hand came as a bit of a surprise to San who realized he had already discarded his trousers and was currently edging himself toward an orgasm. He leaned back and wrapped his prehensile tail around the mirror a bit and he began to stroke himself more deeply, his gaze staring hard into the mirror which dictated his own actions. He felt a spray of warmth against his stomach, the heavy smell of his musk infiltrating his sinuses as he came closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, the central path's activating made San's fur stand on end. He watched the platform slowly rise toward the opening far above, and the glow from the mirror dispersed from his eyesight. He gasped and sat upright, listening as it ascended. Someone had found him, and somehow he was positive that it was Mugran; damn San's stupidity for not sending the platform up while he was waiting. An overwhelming flood of thoughts forced their way into San's mind including several desires he'd never consider. "No-no I... I won't do that..." He muttered to himself, still clutching the mirror.

"Show him... desire him..."

"I'm... not... I do not desire males." He answered with a waver to his voice.
"Show... desire..." The words repeated themselves in San's mind over and over; "Show... desire..." They were so strong that they caused him to spend a little white streak from his tip, which dripped onto the floor under him.

Mugran activated the lever he'd found while searching the strange hole that had not been within the ruins before. Ever since Sanjaya had escaped from his prison earlier though, he suspected the simian would make his way here as he'd mentioned his desire that afternoon. Even that could have been a trap until he'd noticed this; he was uncertain whether he'd find San here, or even a clue to where he'd gone, but he knew he'd need to investigate t his alone. The light from his mens' torches emitted across the dark stone yard which the ruins had become over the centuries since their last use, he would bring the monkey in. As a matter of pride if nothing else, he so desired a return home to sleep. But not while the man was on the lam.

He crossed his arms and puffed his chest instinctively as the platform started downward, watching the excess of sand spill over the sides like the sand of an hourglass drifting down across his feet. He felt his tail twitch, the anticipation quite ferocious in his chest, but when he reached the base of the shaft, he'd noticed not much had been disturbed. It was possible that he'd started San, or that he'd missed him completely, but from observing all the treasure, he realized that the thief would have not left so much behind after risking so much.

There was a green flicker of light in the darkness as he stepped from the platform and was startled a bit by the sound of it elevating back up toward the surface. Turning toward the green light he saw the monkey approaching him with something clutched in his hands. Sanjaya was not completely dressed, he was only clothed in his dark gray pants from earlier, but he was holding some object in his hand that shined green. Even a quick glance from the monkey seemed to have a hint of green in his eyes that made him pause in confusion.
"You are under arrest!" Mugran bellowed with a growl.

"Of course I am." San answered with a blank expression on his face. "I risked being arrested just so I could stay here."

"Explain this to me." The tiger asked.

"You have to see this, Mugran." He said holding out the object. "It has... such a beautiful emerald glow."

"I don't have time for this." Mugran snarled. "You are under arrest again. I don't know why you didn't take this time to escape my town monkey but I--" His voice trailed off as San turned the object toward him, there was a flicker of green as he saw his own reflection looking back at him. "I... think you need to come... with... me..." He said somewhat confused by what he saw; an image of him with a smile on his face, he could see himself forcing Sanjaya to his knees, the simian's lips and his tongue wrapping around his shaft, engulfing it hungrily. The imagery was enough to make him salivate slightly. He'd never had such a strong desire for males, but all of a sudden he was throbbing, aching for the images he saw to happen.

"Wh-what is...?" He felt his mind burning to resist, but Sanjaya leaned his body against the tiger, his erection pressing firmly against the guard's on bulging tent and casually the simian uncinched the band, letting it fall rather easily to the floor without the tiger putting up much of a fight. San saw the green flooding the tiger's eyes and couldn't resist the urge from the mirror, he stood up on his toes and dragged his tongue lewdly across the exposed orange and striped neck, the mirror now turning to capture the both of them within its reflection.

Sanjaya was lost in a mixture of pleasure and confusion. He knew he didn't want this, he wanted to throw the mirror away and to flee for his life before Mugran realized what was happening, but his doubts were flooded with the overwhelming feelings of desire that radiated through his body. His hand wrapped around the substantial girth of the tiger's cock and he felt Mugran's large claw clamp down on his shoulder, pushing him down toward it. San slowly knelt to his knee and pulled the throbbing appendage into his mouth, receiving a growl of approval from the feline who then grabbed his head and forced the simian onto it. The power of his thrust and his sheer size gagged Sanjaya for a moment, but a pulsing wave from the green shining mirror kept him going forward. He inhaled and grasped the cock more firmly as he felt the bitter tasting seed spit into his throat. But thanks to the mirror's radiant glow, it could have been honey for all he knew. Everything he thought before was gone, he now lived to suck the tiger's warm length of flesh. Each departure from the tip sounded off a wet slippery sound that bade Sanjaya to swallow it again as Mugran's growls and pants of pleasure began to echo through the room.

After a few minutes, another feeling came from the mirror which depicted to both of them their next actions, and they were compelled to obey them. Forcibly, Mugran ripped Sanjaya away from his cock and dropped to his knees. Sanjaya again removed his trousers, revealing his prominent erection which he slapped playfully against the tiger's snout. He walked around and pulled the tiger's tail upward, licking briefly into the ass whilst trailing his tongue down as far as the tiger's balls and back up again. He spit on his palm and rubbed the moisture into his flesh before pressing his tip to the virgin hole. Though dulled by their control, Mugran still felt the sting of penetration which caused him to scratch deep gouges into the stone floor under them, the mirror somehow remained hovering of its own accord as the simian buried his cock into the tiger and began a slow rocking motion that pushed him so far in that his balls began to rest against the larger tiger's own orbs. In, and out. In, and out. Sanjaya buried himself again and again with enough force to bump the tiger's rump into the air. He'd already been infused with so much passion that he was close to the edge already, his flexible tail wrapped twice around Mugran's thigh, then around his engorged erection which was already drooling onto the floor. As San bucked in, his tail tightened and stroked along that thick flesh.

Mugran must have been close too, he soon bellowed a mighty roar that filled the cavern, which was quickly followed by the wet slap of his seed across the floor under them. San felt the virgin hole clench against his own cock and he tossed his head back, rearing the tiger up as he suddenly orgasmed. His cock slipped out and hotdogged within the tiger's crevice, sending showers of cum spilling over the tiger's back and even some on his head as they collided wetly again and again through the duration of San's climax. Soon, the tiger collapsed onto the floor and San lay behind him, his firm erection still a reminder to the tiger of his domination, they both shivered, then fell asleep under the mystical glow of the mirror that had overridden them both.

The next morning, Mugran awoke to find himself coated in dry cum, coming to at the bottom of the passage and his fellow guards standing over him, staring at him for his disgraceful appearance while fifty miles away, Sanjaya strolled through the warming desert, still waiting for his horse to meet up with him. He laughed at the memory of the night before, but what he remembered was completely different from what had happened. As he turned to face the direction from where he had come, a gust of wind threw his cloak back and he tucked the bronze backed mirror more firmly into his belt before continuing on toward the rising sun.
Mefisto
>> #373738
Posted on 2020-06-12 22:40:31
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Hypnorgasm said:
There is a long story that goes along with this at the source link. Basically, this monkey boy is stealing treasures at a ruin and comes across this hypnotic mirror.


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