“What the fuck do you mean, by ‘more of a glue that a lube’?! What the fuck did you put on my cock?”
“Look, you’re overreacting, it’s really not that big of a deal.”
Derek pushed back against Jude’s hypnosis, fighting to stay angry at him, as he hefted his cock in one hand. “Fix this. This isn’t my cock.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have even said anything, but no, I have to try and be reasonable every time–”
“Reasonable? You call this fucking reasonable?” Derek stalked forward towards Jude, reaching out to grab him, punch him anything, but with a word–a word he didn’t quite catch, he was frozen in place, Jude stepping out of reach. “This is all going to be just fine, Derek, I promise. After all, you want this just as much as I do, you just don’t realize it yet, but you will. Now, I’m going to count backwards from ten, you’re going to fall into your trance, and then we’re going to talk about this like adults, right? I really think that’s the best outcome here.”
Derek fought, as Jude started counting backwards. He pushed against the numbness, the sleepiness, creeping over his mind, putting him slowly to sleep, but just like Jude ordered, when he reached one, his eyes flickered shut, his chin hit his chest, his breathing deep and even.
“Good, that’s good,” Jude said, running his hand over his friend’s still hard, rubber cock, and then inspected it. It had worked better than he’d ever imagined, this living latex–he couldn’t tell where the rubber ended and the skin began at all–and the rubber even felt like skin…sort of. It was warm, but it was hard like a dildo–it had no real give like a real cock might. He could still feel cum leaking from his hole too–so it was more than functional. But what he needed was less resistance–much less. “Go sit down in the chair, Derek. You and I need to have a nice, long chat….and you know, maybe a few other additions might help you understand…eh?”
Nine…you’re rising up out of the darkness, back into your own body once again, and completely ready to wake up…and finally ten, you’re awake.”
Derek felt like he’d been asleep for ages, and he tried to push himself up from the chair. He had to get away, he had to get away from Jude, that was what he was trying to focus on, but his friend pushed him back down into the chair where he’d been sitting. “No…You…What did you do to me?”
“Everything you wanted me to do, Derek, just like you asked.”
Like he’d…asked? So Jude had fixed him? He’d given him his cock back? No…What had he asked for again? Everything was so fuzzy all of a sudden, but he looked down, and it was his cock…or was it? What cock was he even supposed to have? He gripped the thick shaft of his (new? old?) donkey dick, and felt his massive balls churning beneath it. Yeah, he felt them up with his other hand, his massive, low hanging donkey balls, churning with cum. He…He hadn’t really believed Jude could do it, but he had…and it felt so fucking amazing.
“How does it feel man? How does it feel to have the cock you’d always dreamed of? The one you’d always fantasized about? And those falls, brimming with donkey seed? Ready to spurt?” Jude got down and licked the shaft from base to head. It still tasted and felt like rubber to him, the same with the balls, but from now on, they would be perfectly real to Derek. The rubber sack he’d glued on over his balls would have absorbed his testicles by now as well, pumping out something not quite cum–just a milky, sticky protein substitute, but again, it wasn’t realness that Jude craved–it was size. If Derek needed it to be real, well, hypnosis would help him accept it.
Derek was trying to order his thoughts, but the pleasure coursing through his cock and balls kept shutting his mind down and derailing anything close to reason. He’d begun braying again, but that…that was normal for him. Had always been normal for him, when he got excited…right? Right? But if this was right, then why did everything feel so wrong? What had Jude done to him when he’d put him to sleep, just now? He could remember being…so angry, before, but now…now he was fine with it? With all of it? No…No, he was going to get the truth. He shoved Jude away from his huge cock, and stood up, shakily.
“No! Fucking…No!” he said, trying to get the urge to bray under control. “You did this to me because you…you wanted it. Not me. Not me! Now change me back, fucking give me back my cock! My real cock.”
Jude sighed, “Derek, don’t you get it? There is no going back for you. That rubber is you now–that’s what’s going to be your cock for the rest of your life. Don’t you get it? Why can’t you just be happy? Why can’t you just see how good this can be for the both of us?”
“Good? For both of us? I never fucking wanted this!” Derek screamed, “Fuck you, I’m getting the fuck out of here, I’m leaving, and I’m calling the fucking cops on your ass and…and uh…”
Jude had said something. That same thing as before, and his mind was shutting down. He fought towards the door, but the air felt like water, pushing against him, but before he fell, Jude hurried over and caught him, his hard rubber cock still jutting up towards the ceiling. “You know, I was hoping this would be enough for you, but you just refuse to be satisfied. I suppose we’re just going to have to make it even more clear to you, what you are, eh? I wasn’t planning on things going this fast, of course, but at least I’m well prepared.”
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