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Rebota, rebota y rebota

Jake couldn't hide the twitch his prick gave when he felt Tommy's cock slide into his tight, slick asshole, and it was obvious the other man noticed because he gave a knowing chuckle and asked, "Oh, does someone like this?" It was a question Jake would normally have been far too embarrassed to answer, but thankfully his brain was so numb and drowsy and lethargic that he couldn't really summon up the effort to speak anyway. He simply let out a sleepy grunt, one shaded with warm pleasure, and allowed himself to drift deeper as the other man's shaft sank all the way in.

Once Tommy was sure he had the measure of Jake's ass, his thrusts began to speed up, and Jake's eyes rolled back in his head as the intensity of the experience began to overwhelm him--he never thought he'd enjoy anal sex, but Tommy's cock felt like it was hitting something made of pure pleasure and almost before he knew it his own prick was twitching and spasming and dumping gush after gush of clear, slick precum all over his belly. "I think someone likes this a lot," Tommy murmured, his voice still holding that same soothing register even though he was beginning to sound a tiny bit hoarse with exertion, and Jake's mind crumbled deeper into the abyss of obedience as he was forced to admit that Tommy was right.

This wasn't how he expected the night to go. They were supposed to be studying together, not experimenting with hypnosis and weed and gay sex… although from the feel of it, this wasn't so much an experiment for Tommy as a confirmation of several long-established theories that had become a part of the permanent body of literature on the subject. Jake hadn't seen any of this coming when he came over to his study partner's basement apartment and Tommy started talking about his long, exhausting shift at the coffee shop--but perhaps that was exactly what made him so perfectly susceptible to the other man's low, soothing tones and the mellow rhythm of his flowing speech.

Whatever it was that caught him and however it was that was holding him, Jake couldn't deny that it felt almost impossibly good. Tommy's hand encircled Jake's prick and began to jack him off in time with his thrusts, his palm sliding freely up and down the slick shaft, and when he purred out, "That's a good boy," Jake felt the pleasure and the praise sinking deep inside him like a dose of some intoxicating venom. He knew he was never going to be the same after this, even beyond the suggestions his dazed and drowsy mind was soaking up; this was a life-changing experience, a vivid demonstration of an entire world of ecstasy he'd been denying himself all these years, and he instinctively understood that he was going to come back to Tommy for more whenever the other man asked.

Whenever anyone asked, really--this was unlocking something potent and powerful in Jake's hypnotized brain, and he could already tell he'd come to crave it every bit as much as the other guys around him went wild for pussy. "Show me how much you need this, good boy," Tommy growled, and the last tiny shreds of Jake's unadulterated heterosexuality flew out of his mind like dust on the wind as he felt his cock let go with jet after jet of warm, sticky jizz that splattered all over his chest and belly.