Part 2 – Going Deeper

I was up early the next morning and off to work, so I didn’t see Harry until I got home.

It had been a long day. I was tired and just wanted to rest. But I arrived back at the apartment to find Harry looking so good that I soon forgot how tired I was.

The beefy polar bear was sat at his computer dressed in a pair of bright red spandex shorts that wrapped his legs and crotch like a second skin. There was a huge bulge in them. It looked a lot like he was definitely not wearing any underwear. He also wore a white t-shirt that looked like it was a few sizes too small. It hugged his torso so tightly, I could easily make out the rippling muscles underneath.

My erection was already forming.

“Oh, hi Jack.” Harry glanced up at me. He seemed perfectly comfortable in his ultra-tight clothing. I decided to find out how my suggestion was holding up.

“Interesting choice of clothes, Harry.” I commented.

“Yeah.” The bear shrugged. “I got some stares and comments at the gym this morning, but I just didn’t let it bother me. I worked years to get my body this good. I should be able to show it off whenever I want, right?”

“Right.” I nodded in agreement. This was great! The suggestion had held up even after he’d received comments about what he was doing. Harry was apparently believing there was nothing unusual about his choice of clothing. Which was fine by me.

“In a way, it felt exciting.” Harry went on. “Having everyone looking at and admiring my muscles.”

“I’ll bet.” I retreated to my room to jerk off and then take a shower.

Harry was still hunched over his laptop hard at work when I was done. I decided to bring up the subject of a second hypnosis session after dinner. My suggestions from yesterday had obviously taken hold quite well. I wanted to try some other things.

I asked Harry if he wanted me to make him anything while I was fixing myself something to eat, but the polar bear declined, being too wrapped up in his writing as usual.

I made myself something simple and ate at the kitchen table. Once I was finished, I returned to the living room. I stopped and looked at Harry. It was kind of exciting to know that all I had to do was speak a certain phrase and that hunk of a bear would slip into a trance and be under my control.

But I didn’t want to do it right then. I knew how much Harry loved his writing, and so didn’t want to interrupt just for the sake of some hypnosis.

Instead I settled down in front of the TV to relax and unwind, watching whatever happened to be on.

About an hour later, I heard Harry stop typing. I glanced over my shoulder at him and saw the bear standing and stretching, working the stiffness from his limbs. In his skin-tight clothes, it was quite a display.

Harry wandered over and sat down on the sofa beside me. “Hey, buddy, I was wondering… you think you could do that hypnosis stuff on me again?”

That took me by surprise. “You want me to hypnotise you again?”

“Yeah, when you finished yesterday, I was feeling so great.” Harry explained. “It was a real buzz. And after sitting at the desk most of the afternoon, my muscles feel sort of tense. I thought maybe you could do what you did yesterday…”

I really hadn’t expected this. I thought I’d have to talk Harry into the second time. Even though technically I didn’t have to, I felt like getting his permission as a courtesy.

But here he was, actually asking to me to put him under and do my thing!

“So,” said Harry, “you want to do it?”

“Sure, Sleepy Bear.” I grinned.

Harry’s whole body started to slump a little, his eyes blinking heavily.

“Just relax, Sleepy Bear.” I said, repeating the trigger phrase. “Just feel yourself falling into a state of relaxation, Sleepy Bear, deeper and deeper. Relax, Sleepy Bear, relax.”

It worked. Harry’s body was slumped forward on the sofa, he was deep in a trance.

I pushed him back so that he wouldn’t fall head first onto the floor. He looked so great, his muscular body flopped out on the sofa.

At this point I realised I hadn’t given much thought as to what to do with him tonight. I definitely had long term plans for Harry. I wanted to try some things that were more radical and permanent. In particular, I wanted to try and get him past his discomfort with getting undressed in front of males. I’d love to be able to have him feel fine with wandering about the apartment naked.

But this was only my second session with Harry. I had take things slowly, build him up to the more radical stuff.

That still left the question of what to with him there and then.

“Harry, can you hear me?” I began.

“Yes…”

“I want you to listen to my voice, Harry. It’s so easy and relaxing to just listen to my voice and obey. Obedience is very good, isn’t it, Harry?”

“Obedience is very good…” Harry repeated.

“You like obeying me, Harry.”

“I like obeying you…”

“Take off your t-shirt, Harry.” I ordered.

The bear hesitated for a moment, but did as he was told, peeling off the shirt, once more revealing his rippling muscles beneath.

“Very good, Sleepy Bear.” I said. “You don’t mind being topless around the apartment and around me, Harry. You trust me completely and don’t feel at all uncomfortable being bare-chested in front of me. Repeat.”

“Nothing wrong with being topless around you.” Harry mumbled. “I trust you. I’m comfortable around you.”

“And you don’t mind me touching and massaging your muscles.” I instructed. “It makes you feel good. You will find it exciting to have my hands running over your physique. Repeat.”

“I like you touching and massaging my muscles.” Harry said. “It feels good and exciting.”

By that point I was smiling. If this worked like I hoped, life with Harry was going to be getting interesting.

There were a few other things I wanted to do while I had Harry like this.

“Harry, what do you wear in bed at night?” I wanted to know.

“Just shorts.” Harry answered.

“Not anymore, Sleepy Bear.” I said. “From now on, you will wear nothing to bed. You will sleep completely naked. You will find this to be much more comfortable than sleeping in shorts. Each night you sleep naked, you will sleep extremely well and wake up feeling good and refreshed. Repeat.”

“I will sleep naked from now on.” Harry repeated. “It will be comfortable. When I sleep naked, I will sleep well and be good and refreshed when I wake up.”

“That’s very good, Sleepy Bear.” I told him. I decided to test his obedience. “Now, get down on the floor, on your hands and knees.”

Harry obeyed without hesitation and was soon on all fours in front of the couch. In that position, I was able to use the bear’s broad back as foot rest. And I did, resting my feet on Harry’s back and settling sown to watch a little TV. Harry for his part seemed almost as if he didn’t notice. He was too deep in his trance. As far as he was concerned, he was just obeying me like he was supposed to.

After half an hour using my roommate as a foot rest, I stood up to give a new order. “Harry, do twenty push-ups for me.”

The muscular polar bear went to work immediately, doing push-up after perfect push-up. My cock started hardening as I watched Harry go at it, his muscles flexing and bulging. I wanted Harry so badly right then.

When his assigned exercises were done, he stopped and I told him to stand up. Harry’s muscles were pumped and the whole of his hard body was drenched in sweat. The effect was incredible, making him look so unbelievably sexy. My throbbing dick was bulging in my shorts. If I thought there was any chance at all of it working, I would have ordered Harry to strip so that I could fuck his ass right then.

But the sad fact was that it wouldn’t work. Harry was straight and his sub-conscious would rebel against being involved in gay sex.

Well, at the moment, anyway. With a little thought, maybe I could find some way to fuck Harry with him being okay with it. After all, I had managed to get him to strip in front of me, which he hadn’t wanted to do. Of course, anal sex was a much more complicated matter. I’d have to spend some time thinking about it.

But for now, I had to get Harry sorted out. “Go take a shower.” I commanded him. “When you are done, dry yourself off completely and get dressed in some shorts and nothing else. Then return to me.”

Harry headed off to obey.

The shower and change of clothes was to get rid of the sweat the bear had worked up. I had to be careful not to leave clues that would tell Harry that there was stuff going on while he was under my hypnosis beyond me relaxing him.

Harry eventually returned, washed and dried, now dressed in skin-tight grey shorts. It was time to wake him up.

“Sit down, Sleepy Bear.” I said. Harry sat down on the sofa beside me

“When I count to three, you will wake up, feeling great, and remembering nothing of what was said and done while you were in this state. You will not notice that you are wearing different clothes. Everything will seem perfectly normal. As always, the phrase ‘Sleepy Bear’ will return you to this state…” I paused as a thought occurred. Maybe I should give Harry a little reward for doing well? “Fifteen minutes after you wake up, you will suddenly get a raging hard-on, you will feel incredibly horny.  You will want to go straight to your room and masturbate. As you masturbate, you will think of some of the most erotic things you can imagine.” I stopped and chuckled to myself as an idea occurred. “All these erotic thoughts of yours will involve grey furred wolves. And then when you cum, it will be one of the most amazing orgasms you have ever experienced. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Very well. 1… 2… 3…”

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I opened my eyes.

Jack was sitting them beside me, smiling. “How do you feel?”

“Great!” I replied. And I really did. I wasn’t sure how long the hypnosis took, but it seemed to me like only a second had passed, and in that second the tension in my muscles had vanished. Before yesterday, I would have written this hypnosis stuff off as a pile of crap, but it was actually working. “Thanks, buddy, I really needed that.”

“No problem.” Jack grinned at me. “Any time, Harry.”

I was feeling hungry by then so I got up to head to the kitchen. As I stood up, I noticed a white t-shirt on the sofa beside me. I recognised it as one of mine, the one I’d worn to the gym. What was it doing there?

I spent a moment thinking about it, but couldn’t remember. I simply shrugged. I’d probably just taken it off earlier and dropped it there after I got back from the gym. After all, I always felt much more comfortable about the apartment when I was bare-chested. Everything was normal. I usually wasn’t so sloppy with my clothes as to leave them lying about the place, but I’d have to make sure it didn’t happen again.

I glanced at Jack. My wolf roommate was staring at the t-shirt in my hand, looking worried.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“Nope.” Jack shook his head quickly. “Everything’s fine.”

“Okay.” I said. I didn’t entirely believe him, but didn’t ask further. “You want anything while I’m in the kitchen?”

“No. Thanks.” I could swear I saw a look of relief pass over his features as I turned away, but didn’t really think about it.

I stopped off at my room first, where I threw my t-shirt on my bed. As I went from my bedroom to the kitchen through the living room, I saw Jack admiring my semi-naked body out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t mind. After all, I wore tight clothes to show off my body to people, why should my roommate be any different? Knowing that he was watching and marvelling at my body as I walked across the room felt real good.

In the kitchen, I only felt like having a quick sandwich. I sat at the kitchen table and started munching on it

I felt a sudden stirring in my groin. Before I knew what was going on, my cock was stiffening, straining against the spandex of my shorts. I dropped my sandwich and grabbed the edge of the table, a surge of horniness washing over me.

In my shorts, my dick was throbbing begging for release, erotic images flooded through my mind, strangely all involving grey wolves. But I wasn’t thinking about that. Right then, I wasn’t really thinking about anything at except one thing.

I needed to jerk off! Now!

I half-walked, half-hobbled out of the kitchen, desperate to reach my bedroom. If I’d been thinking straight, I might have minded to the fact that I had to pass Jack in order to get there, or I might have questioned the smile on his face that I only vaguely noticed.

But I was not thinking straight. I was focused on getting to my room and masturbating like crazy!

I reached my room and almost slammed the door closed behind me. I managed a few steps more, but couldn’t stop myself anymore. I was yearning to cum!

I ripped off my shorts, almost tearing the fabric in the process. My huge cock sprang forth, hard as a rock, aching for attention.

Sinking to my knees I grabbed it with both hands and began pumping it furiously, immediately feeling the sensation of sexual pleasure.

The urge to cum had completely taken over by that point, forcing out any rational thought. I closed my eyes, focusing on the thoughts of erotic wolves that were rampaging through my head. My hands were working almost automatically, continuing to savagely pump my cock with all my might.

I have no idea how long I was there, masturbating on my knees. It seemed to go on and on and on.

But then I could feel it coming. I was almost there and started pumping my cock faster. I wanted to release that cum! I needed to release that cum!

A growl of intense bliss rose in my throat as the moment hit me and I shot my load, spurting cum across the carpet. I growled and moaned as the surge of orgasmic pleasure hit me like a ton of bricks. I can’t remember the last time it had felt so amazing!

I kept working my cock regardless, squeezing as much of my cum out as I could before I even considered stopping. But the orgasm was subsiding now, and I was left gasping for breath.

Minutes later, I finally released my dick. It was empty now and starting to droop as the erection faded.

I was feeling exhausted now that I was done and fell to the floor, getting my breath back. I was tired and my fur was matted with sweat. But I felt good. That orgasm had been incredible, even if I had absolutely no idea why the urge had hit me so suddenly.

To be frank, I didn’t really care about the ‘why’ that much. It had been so good, I was just feeling grateful that it had happened.

It was awhile before I had the strength to get up to clean up the cum I’d splattered on the floor, and then head to the shower to clean myself up. The shower turned out to be exactly what I needed to cool off a little after the masturbation. As I dried myself off, I contemplated how fantastic I was feeling, between the great orgasm and the refreshing shower.

I pulled on my grey shorts again once I was dry. I was feeling thirsty and hungry and suddenly remember I’d left my half-eaten sandwich in the kitchen.

I stopped at my door. Jack had seen me hobbling to my room, clutching at my groin. What was I going to tell him? That I had a sudden attack of horniness?

Knowing that I had to come up with some explanation before he asked about it, I opened my door and padded across the living room, acutely aware that Jack was watching me. For the first time I could remember, I actually felt embarrassed in front of my wolf roommate.

I found my sandwich exactly where I’d left it and finished it off before drinking several glasses of water.

Maybe I could just go sit and watch TV like everything was fine? Maybe if I didn’t bring up what had happened, neither would he. A long shot, yes, but one I was hoping would work.

I strolled out into the living room and sat myself down beside Jack, avoiding eye contact with the wolf.

“Something wrong, Harry?” Jack asked straight away.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I said, but my voice was too convincing.

Beside me, Jack sighed.

“Relax, Sleepy Bear.” He said. Sleepy Bear, relax.

The world faded away…

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I hadn’t planned to send Harry into a trance again that night. But something was obviously bothering him after he’d been in his room masturbating, and looked like he wasn’t just going to tell me. I would just be quick about this.

It only took two repetitions of the trigger in order to get Harry completely into the trance this time. He was slumped back on the sofa, eyes closed, waiting for my instructions.

“Harry.” I began. “Tell me. Did you masturbate when you were alone in your room just now?”

“Yes.” Harry nodded.

“And you enjoyed it?”

The bear smiled broadly. “Immensely.”

“So what is wrong?” I asked.

Harry replied hesitantly. “I am embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? Explain.”

“You saw me going to my room feeling horny.” Harry told me. “You saw me clutching at my crotch. I don’t like that you saw me like that. I don’t know how to explain why I was doing that. I don’t want to talk with other males about me masturbating.”

Crap. This had backfired on me. I had completely failed to consider the consequences of having Harry experience an intense masturbation. Now he was feeling bad and it was all my fault. I had to try and put it right.

“Harry, listen to my voice.” I said. “Concentrate on my voice. When you awaken, you will not remember feeling embarrassed about having masturbated. You will remember that my back was turned the whole time you were heading to your room. You will be absolutely certain of this, that I did not see you at all. As far as you know, I do not know about your burst of horniness and that you masturbated. Understand?”

“Yes.” Harry mumbled.

That should take care of it. I would have to be more thoughtful of what I did with Harry in future. I didn’t want him hurt or feeling bad in the slightest. I loved him too much to ever do anything like that to him.

“As always,” I continued, “you will not consciously remember anything said or done while in this state. You will wake up on the count of three. “1… 2… 3…”

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I blinked.

For a moment there, I was a bit confused, but that passed swiftly.

What was there to be confused about? I was just sitting there with Jack watching TV. Everything was fine and normal.

Though, it had been a close call with my sudden need to jerk off a little while ago. It was sheer luck that Jack’s back had been turned as I had stumbled across the living room. I had no idea how I’d be able to explain what had gone on. The thought of talking about things like masturbating with guys just sent a chill down my spine.

But Jack had no idea what had happened. I preferred it that way.

Jack and I sat there watching TV together well into the evening, chatting about general stuff. Every now and again, the wolf reached over and placed a hand on my arm, running it over the muscles, massaging them slightly. Whenever he did, I shot him an appreciative smile. It felt… nice when he did that. Really nice.

He edged a little closer after a while so that he could reach my chest and abs. He used both hands, running them up and down over my sculpted physique. I just sat there smiling and chatting, letting him do it. I liked my muscles being touched and massaged. It was sort of exciting in a way.

A brief thought flickered through my head about Jack being gay, but I dismissed it straight away.

Jack and I were just friends. It was that simple. He had told me several times that he wasn’t interested in me. I believed this. I trusted Jack fully and was completely comfortable with him. Surely it was a mark of how strong our friendship was that I was willing to let him put his hands on me like this, knowing that there was nothing sexual or erotic to it for either of us?

It was starting to get late and Jack had to soon stop what he was doing and head to bed in order to be up early for work tomorrow. He was looking extremely happy about something as we said goodnight to each other and he went to his bedroom.

I didn’t stay up much longer. I wanted to get some sleep. So I switched off the TV and headed for bed. In my bedroom, I pulled off my shorts and was about to get into bed when I stopped.

It felt like I was forgetting something. But I couldn’t imagine what. I was naked and ready to get into bed and go to sleep.

The feeling passed. Whatever I was forgetting couldn’t have been too important.

I flipped off the light, got into bed, and went to sleep.

To Be Continued…