Nate stretched as he relaxed on the couch, wondering what he was going to do tonight. It was a Friday night after a long hard week at work. He needed some fun…

He looked up to see his roommate, Carson, standing in the doorway of the living room, staring at him with an odd, almost lecherous smile. The short burly raccoon then clapped his paws together. “Right, c’mon then, buddy” he said. “It’s Friday, nearly 9pm, time for you to get ready for work.”

The tiger was confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I always love this bit…” Carson grinned. “Let me just say this: Remember the Spiral.”

As soon as that phrase hit Nate’s ears, he froze, his mind seeming to shut off as he slipped easily into a deep trance.

“I... I remember the spiral…” The tiger muttered. And he did, he could see it in his mind, spinning and swirling, overcoming all other thoughts, draining away all resistance and free will.

His body started moving of its own accord, obeying preprogrammed hypnotic instructions. The tiger stood up and proceed t strip off and cast aside his clothes.

As he did, he remembered more than just the spiral. Memories that he wasn’t allowed to remember when not in a trance. Being hypnotized by Carson shortly after the raccoon had first moved in. And then again regularly as he was taken deeper and deeper in trance, Carson having him spend hours a day over several months starring at a spiral on a laptop screen as the raccoon whispered commands and instructions in his ear, the spiral, and the control over him it represented, becoming ever more deeply ingrained in his sub-conscious.

And more importantly, he remembered what was in the apartment’s spare room, and his second job, the one Carson had set up once his control over the tiger had become absolute.

“Your audience awaits, buddy!” Carson chuckled, lewdly looking his now naked muscular roommate up and down. He motioned dramatically to their apartment’s spare room.

“Yes, Sir.” Nate said, his voice flat, lumbering towards the room.

“I’ll be waiting for you once you’re done earning me some extra cash.” Carson said, giving him a playful slap on the ass as Nate passed. “To have some personal fun with you before I wake you up. For now, just do your job and remember the spiral…”

The repeat of the phrase caused a great wave of mindless calm to wash over the tiger, relaxing him stull further, filling him with the desire, the need, to obey spiral spinning in his mind and do what he was supposed to…

“Yes, Sir. I remember the spiral…” Nate said, heading for the spare room.

Inside he found everything as it was supposed to be. The computer, the HD web cam, the assortment of sex toys and fetish wear.

Within minutes, he had logged into the web site Carson had set up and started his livestream, posing and flexing for the camera as he waited for the first paying customers to tell him what to wear, what to play with for their entertainment.

And the tiger would do it all without thought or hesitation, not caring about what he was doing, what few thoughts he had left in his head focused solely on obeying, on remembering the spiral…