“It’s your turn, buddy.”

Jack picked up the dice. As he did, there was a niggling thought at the back of his head. Was it really his turn? He couldn’t seem to remember the last time Ryan had taken a turn…

He shook off that thought. He trusted his raccoon friend. He was completely trustworthy and should not be doubted.

“Come on, roll!” Ryan urged. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and win this round!”

Another odd thought crossed his mind. Ryan was fully clothed, and yet he was sitting there in his underwear for some reason, his stocky ursine body on display. But his mind quickly rejected it as unimportant. What was important was that he focused on playing the game he had agreed on with his friend.

The polar bear rolled the dice. They came to a stop on a three and a four.

“Bad luck!” Ryan said. “I guess you lose this round as well.”

“Do I?” Jack frowned, unsure how rolling seven made him lose. “Hang on, what were the rules again?”

The raccoon waved a paw dismissively in the air. “Ah, don’t worry about that. You trust me, right?”

“Yes, completely.” Jack said. The thought bounced around his head that Ryan was completely trustworthy and should not be doubted.

“Good.” Ryan smiled, his tail wagging. “Now, as we agreed at the start of the game, whenever one of us loses a round, the other gets to put the other in a trance for a few minutes.”

Jack definitely remembered that much. The two of them were both hypnotists and had got the idea to play a little game with each other.

“Okay then.” The polar bear said. “Do it…”

The raccoon snapped his fingers. “Sleep.”

…

“Hey, Jack, it’s your turn!”

“Huh?” The polar bear’s attention suddenly snapped back to the here and now. Had something just been happening? He wasn’t sure. Everything seemed normal. He was sitting here utterly naked with a full erection playing a game with his good, completely trustworthy friend. The one who should never be doubted.

“It’s your turn to roll, Jack.” Said Ryan, a hint of impatience in his voice.

“Of course, yeah.” Jack shook off the lingering uneasy thoughts that something was wrong and grabbed the dice, wasting no time in rolling again.

A five and a six. Surely that had to be good?

“Aw, bad luck. You lose again…” Ryan said.

“Really?” Jack said. “I don’t think…”

“You lost. Trust me.” Ryan stated, firmly.

Ryan was completely trustworthy. He should not be doubted. Jack knew that.

“Of course.” The polar bear nodded.

“So, it’s back into trance for you.” Ryan raised a paw and clicked his fingers. “Sleep.”

…

“C’mon, Jack, stop wasting time! It’s your turn!”

Jack blinked, feeling oddly like something was amiss. But he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly.

Ryan was sat across the table from him, smiling and wagging. Jack himself shifted in his seat so that the big butt-plug in his ass rested more comfortably. The locked chastity device around his cock was a comforting weight as he scratched idly at the tight leather hood encasing his head.

After a moment, he gave it up. Everything was normal. If it wasn’t, surely Ryan would have said something. After all, the raccoon was completely trustworthy and never to be doubted.

“Just roll the dice, buddy.” Ryan said.

The polar bear obeyed. It felt so good to obey the raccoon. He only spent a split-second pondering how odd that thought was before he was distracted by rolling.

The dice landed on a one and a two.

“You lose again.” Ryan smiled. “So, time for another trance.”

Jack simply nodded in acceptance as the raccoon snapped his fingers and said “Sleep.”

…

“Time to roll one last time, Jack.”

The polar bear blinked and looked up at the raccoon. Sir was smiling warmly at down at him.

Everything was good and normal. He was on his knees in front of Sir, right where he belonged, cock in chastity, ass plugged, head hooded, a leather harness across his chest, leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, a leather collar locked around his neck.

The raccoon patted him on the head. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” Jack nodded. Of course everything was okay. He was with Sir, who was completely trustworthy and should not ever be doubted.

Sir picked the dice up from the table and handed them to the kneeling polar bear. “Then make your roll. I think there’s a good chance you’ll lose this last round, though.”

“Whatever you say, Sir.” Jack took the dice and rolled them across the floor.

He barely had time to register them stopping on a double six before the raccoon snapped his fingers and said. “Sleep.”

…

Jack was aware of something warm and salty filling his muzzle and dribbling down his chin.

He blinked and directly before him was Sir, sitting back in his chair, panting. His cock was out, a few beads of sum still on the end.

“That was one excellent blowjob, Jack.” Sir said, happily. “Thank you.”

Jack gulped down the cum in his mouth and wiped his chin with the back of a paw. “You’re welcome, Sir.” He said, even though he couldn’t remember actually sucking the raccoon’s cock. He was sure everything was fine, though. Sir was completely trustworthy and never to be doubted.

A thought struck him. Hadn’t they been playing a game?

“Sir?” He asked. “What happened to the game? Who won?”

The raccoon let out a chuckle. “Who do you think won?”

The polar bear thought about this for a moment. He knew Sir was completely in control of him, and that was right and good, and filled him with happiness, so there was really only one answer. “Whoever you say won, Sir?”

“Good answer!” Sir patted him on the head, smiling broadly. “And in this case, I say we both won!”