Donkey Dick (Part 1)

“Jude, I told you before, I just don’t want to, alright?”

“Come on, it felt amazing last time!”

“Maybe for you–I couldn’t feel anything in there,” Derek said, looking at the strap-on cock Jude had in his hand. He had no idea where his friend had even found it–it was massive, and shaped like (he assumed) a donkey’s cock. As far as dildos went, it was amazingly lifelike–the latex even felt like flesh, or what he assumed the flesh of a donkey dick might feel like. He had never seen one, but Jude–one of his friends-with-benefits, had confessed to a fantasy of being fucked by a donkey. Derek had been game once, but it had simply been boring for him–the strap-on might be life-like, but it was so thick that he got no pleasure out of it. Besides–it made him feel a bit…insignificant. However, now that he looked at it, this one seemed different from the last one he’d worn at Jude’s request.

Jude got excited, “No look–I did some investigating, and I found some more stuff. Look, there’s this specialty lube for strap-ons that can make it feel amazing for you and this dildo is made of a really special rubber that’s just as sensitive for you as it is for me, and I thought…well, I did some reading on hypnosis….”

“Hypnosis?”

“Well, nothing big–but I found some files that might help. You’ll think that the strap-on is your own cock–and your mind will make you feel things even though your body isn’t really. Between that and this cock, I promise you’ll have a good time.”

Derek was suspicious, but Jude was nothing if not persistent. He did eventually give in and let Jude use the strange, sticky lube on his cock and help him into the strap on–the plastic donkey cock hard and dangling between his legs–but he wasn’t interested in the hypnosis. Jude, however, seemed insistent. Derek said it would never work on him, but when Jude asked him to keep an open mind and parked him in front of his computer screen–the swirling patterns were…oddly captivating. He didn’t even notice Jude put the noise cancelling headphones on over his ears, words barely discernable through a subtle static that made him focus harder on them. A couple of minutes later, Jude wiped some spit from his slack lip, and smiled, stashing the specialty glue he’d used back in his drawer. The program would take a few hours–but he could wait.

***

“Hey, Derek…you waking up?”

He was, but slowly. What had just happened to him? He was sitting in front of Jude’s computer, and he could…kind of remember something about hypnosis, but everything was a bit fuzzy.

The chair was on wheels, and his friend pulled him back a bit, and came around in front of him. “How about we see how well that worked for you, eh?” Jude reached down, gripped the donkey cock between his friend’s legs, and Derek groaned. “How does it feel?”

“Fuck…it feels good…” Derek said, looked down, and for a second just stared at the strap-on…except he wasn’t seeing a strap-on. He was just seeing his cock. His long, thick, donkey dick. In his mind, he knew that it couldn’t be real, but with a tentative hand, he reached down to feel it, and to him, it looked and felt, like flesh. And it felt…amazing. He looked down, and he couldn’t see the straps running around his waist, but they had to be there, right? “How…how did you do that?”

“Hypnosis can be a powerful thing. Now come on–how about we give this big cock of yours a test drive?”

Jude had already lubed himself up and got on the bed, Derek lining his hard cock up and pushing it inside. Before, he hadn’t felt a thing, but this lube and hypnosis was amazing. It was like it was his real cock. He’d gotten the shaft halfway inside Jude’s ass, when the first bray popped from his mouth unbidden, and he stopped.

“What’s wrong? Keep going!” Jude said.

“But I just…did I just ‘hee haw’ like a fucking donkey?” Derek asked, but he did as Jude said, and kept pushing himself inside, another bray slipping out as he did, but rather than ask about it, he just went with it. It felt so damn good to fuck–every inch of his cock was so sensitive suddenly, and he didn’t last very long, before a massive spasm ripped through him, accompanied by a series of very loud brays that he was certain must have woken the neighbors in the next apartment over. Still, Jude wouldn’t let him stop–and it wasn’t like his cock would go soft anytime soon. He kept fucking until Jude shot a huge load onto the bedspread, and then they finally separated, and Derek started looking for the seam to the strap-on, so he could take it off. Jude saw what he was doing, and pushed his hands away.

“Don’t be so hasty…wouldn’t you like to keep it on?”

Derek started to say no, but as he thought about it, he realized…that he did want to keep it on.

“After all, it’s always been a fantasy of yours, hasn’t it? To have a big old donkey cock, instead of some small three inch thing like before? Doesn’t this just make you feel like such a sexy beast?”

“Fuck, it….kind of does,” Derek managed to say, a bray escaping from his lips as he spoke, “But what’s with the donkey noises? I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Don’t worry about those–you like making them.”

Yeah, actually, he kind of did.

No…wait.

“You…you fucking hypnotized me, and now, you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

Jude did that thing where he looks innocent, but he was guilty as fuck, and Derek went back to trying to find the seam…but it wasn’t there. Or rather, he couldn’t see it. “Help me get this off, I have to piss.”

“You can piss through it by now, don’t worry about it.”

“What?”

Jude pursed his lips, “I…might have lied a bit when I said that was lube earlier.”

Derek just stared at him. “What the fuck have you done to me, you fucking asshole?”