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Chewtoy
"That's not a very accurate way to measure it."

The two naked men, hands on their erect penises, turned to the man walking over to them, who was unbuckling the belt over his tight black jeans as he spoke.

"What do you mean?" the dark-haired one said. "It has to go from the base, right? Right *here*..." He gestured with the ruler in his other hand, then seated it firmly against the base of his cock, on top of it, so that his shaft curved down a little and away from the ruler, then back up to touch it a little further along.

"Well, yes," said the newcomer, his own cock out now. He stroked his shaft as he talked, his member gradually stiffening. "But there's this curvature, right?" He gestured with his free hand, marking out the length of the dark-haired man's erection with his hand but not quite touching it. "That makes the numbers come out looking shorter than it actually is. I measure using a sewing tape measure, so I can line the tape up along the shaft, taking the curve into account. Then you can also measure the circumference, which some people think is more important anyway." Fully hard now, he demonstrated with a tape measure drawn from his pocket, laying it loosely on top of his rod.

"Yeah, I think it's hard to keep the tape against your shaft, though," said the third man, who hadn't spoken yet. "That's why when I measure for actual inches, I hold it in place with cock rings. It looks really stylish that way, too." From a table nearby he picked up a series of black rubber rings and another tape measure, laid the tape along his own dick, and started slipping the rings on top of it to hold it there. The rings slowly tapered in size slightly, starting with the widest at the base.

A man frozen in the doorway across the room turned to a woman sitting casually in a chair in the corner, smirking. "Are they... having a dick-size contest *about how to measure the size of their dicks*?"

"Yes," the woman said happily.

"Okay... I *know* this is your fault somehow."

"I have no idea what you mean," the woman grinned.

He rolled his eyes. "Well, all three of those guys are usually the hettest of domly-doms, and would normally never go near each other's dicks. Don't get me wrong-- they'd never let *me* near their dicks either, and they're all pretty hot so I'm totally enjoying the show. Kudos! But you *are* the only hypnotist at this party."

She turned towards him, still grinning from ear to ear. "Young man! Are you suggesting that I might have *done* something to them? Why, that would be completely unethical. And anyway, you can't use hypnosis to make someone do something they don't want to do."

"Uh huh."

They both turned back to watch the scene. All three men were now alternating stroking their cocks and holding them against each other, gesturing animatedly.

A few moments went by.

"I might have had a conversation with them about how to think about the problem of penis size measurement."

"Uh huh."

"They seemed very amenable to thinking how I suggested."

"*Really*."

Another pause.

"You want to go over there and be part of that, don't you?" she said tolerantly.

He looked down, sheepish.

"Go on, then. I have a feeling they'll be amenable to that, too."

He looked at her in surprise.

"A very *strong* feeling." She winked.

He scampered across the room, unbuckling his pants as he went.

Chewtoy

"Oh my god!  Yes, right there right there just like that oHHHHHHHH!"  Meg dug her fingers into John's hair and held his head firmly against her crotch as her legs tensed around his ears and her back arched, throwing her head back into the bed.  A moment later she just as firmly pulled his head away a couple of inches, pulling his lips from her still-clenching-around-his-fingers pussy.


He grinned happily.  "You don't usually let me keep going that long," he commented.


Meg panted for a few moments, smiling dreamily, before answering.  "We're not usually keeping score, are we?  I want you to feel like you're doing well."


"Oh, shoot, that's right!" John said.  He carefully slipped his wet fingers out of her, drawing a shudder that ran the length of her whole body.  Absentmindedly wiping her juices on his bare chest, he stood and walked over to the whiteboard on the bedroom wall.


Two names were written at the top, "Meg" and "John."  Under "John" there were two tick marks.  He added another one.


There were none under "Meg."


"Feels good, doesn't it?" Meg asked with a smirk. "You're winning by a *lot* now."


John looked at the board, smiled, and nodded.  "Yeah, I am, aren't I?"


"I'll bet you think about that every time you think about licking my pussy.  Feels like winning."


He looked back at her naked body, still spread out on the bed, and licked his lips.


"It's making you hard just thinking about it, isn't it?"


John nodded, walking back towards the bed.  One hand reached down to stroke his cock, as he stared fixedly between her legs.


"I know you're just seconds away just from the smell of me on your face, the taste of me on your lips, the sight of me so… close…"


Pumping his hand faster, John wriggled towards her spread legs, but at the last moment she put out a foot to stop him.  A tiny whine escaped his throat.


"Look at me, John," Meg said in a commanding voice.  His eyes immediately snapped to her face, locked onto hers.


"Come for me."


He came immediately, yelling her name, semen squirting across the bed and the backs of her thighs.  Panting.  Still staring intently, spellbound, into her eyes.


Her smile grew wider, as his panting slowed.  "You'd better write that one down," she said.


She looked away, releasing his gaze.  After a moment more of panting, he nodded, and stood.


As he took one step away from the bed, she said "Look at me, John."  He turned, hand still on his cock.  "Come for me."


"Ohmigod," John said.  His hand was pumping furiously, and he staggered, yelling her name again.


"Good boy."


Half for effect, half still reeling, John crawled to the whiteboard, and slowly stood up to reach for the marker.


"Come for me, John."

Chewtoy

Janet woke to darkness.


Then, a moment later, she saw the light.


Dizzying, spinning, colored lights made patterns in the air all around her.  Her eyes refused to tell her how far away the walls were; or even where her body ended and the lights began, as the bright swirls and lines played across her naked skin.


Naked.  She was naked.


There was a taste on her tongue that reminded her of something she was too sleepy to quite put together.  An experience she thought she'd once imagined…


Janet was staring at the lights.


*I need a cock in my mouth.*


From somewhere there was sound, like the throbbing bass of a distant techno nightclub was next-door-quiet but somehow inside her head; coming closer, or growing inside her.  It swirled and pulsed with the lights and seemed to fit them perfectly.  She wasn't sure whether the words were part of the music or something she had just thought on her own.  She wasn't sure how to tell.


She tilted her head, and the world spun.


*Drugged*, she thought.  *I've been drugged.*


A far-off feeling in the back of her head seemed to be telling her she should be worried about this, but in fact the experience was pleasant and rather exciting.


*I **like** being drugged.*


She didn't care whether those words had come from the music; they were obviously true.  Her eyes half-lidded as an incredibly delicious tremor ran through her body.  Timeless moments of pure pleasure passed before she could concentrate on anything else.


The fact that she had no idea how she'd gotten here just seemed to make it even better.


She didn't really care that her eyes didn't quite want to focus-- *I'm **so** helpless*-- but absently Janet noticed that one of her hands had drifted down between her legs, and the other was teasing one of her nipples.


She was very wet.


*Being helpless makes me wet.*


The beat throbbed and pulsed with the lights.  She could feel it inside her.  But she still didn't have a cock in her mouth.


Janet licked her lips.


And a bright white blinding light opened a hole in the side of the world.


Janet screwed her eyes shut, and the sounds and voices mixed with other voices, as hands grasped her arms, her shoulders, pulled her forward.  Soft fabric wrapped around her body, and there was mostly one voice speaking now, repeating in her ears, "It's all right, I've got you, you're safe, I'm here, it's all right…"


When she managed to open her eyes again, Janet was in a car.


She was strapped into the front passenger seat, with a blanket wrapped around her still-otherwise-naked body.


In the driver's seat was Janet's boyfriend Tim.


He was talking, a running stream of words that Janet couldn't really follow, couldn't do more than dip an occasional ear in for a moment.  She was still flying, feeling drugged, and it was a *good* feeling, as comfortable as the seat belt hugging her to the car seat, happy and pleasant, even if a little confusing.  She thought Tim was saying something about her being abducted, him being frantic, taking her home safe now, being so glad he'd found her.


The place she was before had been nice.  But she was glad Tim had found her, too.


*Tim has a nice cock.*


She giggled.  Janet thought she could remember herself saying this; thought she could remember someone saying it.  She imagined it in her own voice, and in the voice of the pulsing lights and music, inside her head.  She thought Tim would think it was funny that she was thinking about his cock while he was driving her home from… wherever she was before.  But now that she *was* thinking about it, it was impossible to stop.  She pictured Tim's naked cock, erect and ready, in her head.


She imagined the feel of it in her mouth.


*He could come in my mouth.*


Suddenly her mouth was watering.  So wet, just like her pussy.  Janet remembered not having wanted to have boys come in her mouth… some time, in the past, it was hard to focus on, she remembered talking with Tim about it.  But suddenly it was all she could think about.  Suddenly she wanted it.  Suddenly she *needed* it.


*I need him to come in my mouth.*


Janet swallowed, thinking about what it would feel to have him tighten and spurt into the back of her throat, the taste mingling with the aftertaste of the drugs-- *I **love** being drugged*-- how frantic she was to have that happen *right now*.  She registered that the car had stopped and Tim was coming around to help her out, to usher her through her apartment building's indoor garage and up to her floor, but as soon as he opened the passenger-side car door she was on him, on her knees on the cool concrete floor between the cars, unbuckling his pants before he could stop her.


She had his cock out and into her mouth and it was *perfect*, it was everything she had ever wanted, everything she'd been dreaming of.  She knew his cock so well, knew *just* how to make it spurt for her, but she'd never let him come in her mouth before and now it was like the one thing her entire life had been building up to, the culmination of all her greatest dreams.


*I'm dreaming about Tim coming in my mouth,* she thought, and she *was*, at the same time she was quickly working him up toward making it happen, at the same time she was remembering the voice in her ears, in her head, repeating those words until they were her thoughts, her beliefs, her deepest truths.


She remembered watching the lights, feeling the pull and sway of the drugs, hearing the words over and over and imagining just this, needing it, longing for it.


*I need him to come in my mouth,* she thought, and she knew that at any moment she was going to get the thing she wanted most in all the world.


She looked up and caught Tim's eye, saw him looking down at her with wonder, amazement… and triumph-- and just then, felt his tight balls clench and jerk, tasted the cum spurting between her lips, gasped and swallowed and kept her hands on his shaft and balls riding out the sensation for him, keeping him going as long as he could, eager for every precious drop she could coax out of him.


And finally, Janet closed her eyes and leaned back, still firmly holding the shaft of Tim's amazing cock, licked her lips and enjoyed how incredible and perfect everything about this experience was, finally.  It was everything the voice had told her it would be.  Everything she dreamed of.  Everything she loved.


Tim helped her quietly upstairs and into her apartment using his key, helping her into bed and whispering warm encouraging loving words to her the whole way.  Janet was still swimming in drugged somnolence, happy and dreamy and dazed, and didn't even notice when he paused out of sight for a moment to pull out his phone and send a large payment to an obscure address, with the note, "Worked perfectly!!! THX."

Chewtoy

"And in a moment, on my signal, you're going to open your eyes, and you're going to practice knowing that I'm always right.  When I touch my nose, you're going to pretend to disagree with the very next thing I say.  And then, when I say 'It's all right,' you're going to tell yourself, out loud, that I'm always right.  And then you'll agree with me, and then you'll tell me that I'm right and you agree with me.  You remember what happens when I say 'It's all right,'?"


"I… freeze, and tell myself that you're always right, and keep saying it, and my words will fill up my mind and squeeze out all of my resistance until it's all gone, and I won't  notice anything around me until I know that I agree with you, and then I will unfreeze."


"That's right.  Good toy!"


"Ohh!"


"That's right.  You feel *wonderful* when I say that.  Good toy."


"Ohhh…"


"Now open your eyes on the count of three.  One, two, three.  Eyes open!"


"Oh, um…"


"Hi!  How are you feeling?"


"Um… woozy a little.  But good..."


A nose touch. "You should get a drink of water.  It's easy to get a little dehydrated when you're in trance for a while."


"No, I'm fine. I don't need any water.  I feel great."


"I really think it's important to hydrate.  Your voice is kind of hoarse even."


"No!  I'm fine."


"It's all right."


"Oh.  Oh.  You're always right.  Um… you're right.  I think I will get some water."


"Good toy! You're such a good toy to do as I tell you.  Doesn't that feel good?  Good toy!"


The blushing subject got up and poured a glass of water in the kitchen, then came back and sat down, drinking it.


Another nose touch.  "Now try one of these chocolates.  It's coconut, but you're really going to like it."


"Um, you know I don't like coconut.  Thanks, but, no thank you."


A smile.  "It's all right.  Do it."


Stricken look.  "You're always right.  Oh um.  Um.  You're right.  I'll try one."  Picking up a chocolate to take a bite, looking thoughtful.  "It actually… I mean…"


Broader grin.  "It's all right."


The eyes unfocused. "Oh.  You're always right.  I… wow."


"Tastes good, doesn't it?  It's all right."


"Oh.  You're always right.  You're always right. It… I… um.  It does taste good."


"*Very* good toy!  You're such a good toy to do as I tell you, aren't you?  Good toy!"


"Oh god."


There was a knock at the door.


"Oh, that'll be my friend coming to watch.  Hang on."  Long legs standing up to go to the door.


"Um… okay.  So I guess we're done with this for now?"


"No, you stay right there.  Hiya!  Come on in.  We're about where I figured we'd be, here, have a seat right here."


"Thanks!  Hey there!"  Waving happily at them both.


"Wait, what?  You planned to have someone else here while we were doing… this?"


"It's all right."


"Oh! Um… you're always right.  Oh."


"That's right.  Good toy.  In fact, just go right back down into trance now… *snap*"