Boryn Stone
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Hypno Performer
🕑 Added 2023-10-01 17:29:29 +0000 UTCTom rolled his eyes as he was being introduced to a man that claimed to be a professional hypnotist, some self-titled master. They were out on Sunday for a bar's T-dance, surrounded by other men of varying appearances. Tom was making his rounds when a friend directed him to a stranger, one decked out in a full suit and mirrored sunglasses.
"So what, you're some sort of stage act?" Tom dismissed.
"Well sure, but I'm mostly focused on helping people and their goals." The hypnotist began. "For instance, if you wanted to be a performer, I'm sure I could make a few changes here. You definitely have the looks."
Tom stared at the man for a moment in a standoffish manner. Tom was an older daddy, having more masculine characteristics than the men around him with a beard and fur across his body. He had a stronger build too, a thick neck on top of broad shoulders with muscled arms. It was something he always prided himself for, seeing himself above the weaker men in the bar.
Anger was brimming under his surface. How could this fraud even suggest something so absurd? What in their mind made them think Tom would ever consider something so beneath him? Slowly an idea formed in Tom's head, a plan to show what a sham this guy really was. Tom grinned, thinking he won.
"Well that sounds like something you could do, if it's even possible. Why don't we do it right now?"
"Sure thing" The hypnotist smiled, extending their hand. "Why don't you remind me your name?"
"Tom" The daddy said, gripping the hand strongly with an amused look.
The hypnotist used the moment to pull himself closer, studying Tom's pupils while keeping the grip. He noticed the bear was already looking at the reflection in the glasses, having found their own gaze staring back. "Tell me, have you ever been hypnotized before?"
Tom would have rolled his eyes again, but they were attached to the lenses, trapped inside the harsh metal frame glinting in the light. His reflection was distorted, seeming to get farther and farther away the closer the glasses were. He struggled to keep the image in focus, the world fading away as he unintentionally moved forward in attempt to chase his fleeting portrayal.
In a moment Tom was gone, his mind empty searching for the representation of himself that had vanished into the void. His gaze was locked straight, unfocused, in a receptive trance the hypnotist immediately took advantage of. The professional removed his glasses, placing them over his subject's gaze to dampen any visual signals, allowing his words to much more easily take effect.
The people around began to take notice as the hypnotist rolled up Tom's shirt, revealing the furry underside of the daddy. The master whispered words of pleasure into his subject's mind, painting a picture of being used and toyed with while moving their limp hands up to their nipples, forcing them into a strong grip.
Immediately Tom's mind was flooded in signals of pleasure, his head lolling back as he flexed. He remained in sexual euphoria while the hypnotist placed his product against the wall, left standing for all to see and use as they pleased.
