Clark, who was an anthro squirrel with red hair, felt over the moon.  He had already gone on a few small dates with an anthro husky dog named Holly, so he was really excited that he scored a special date to see a mystery movie with her in a local theatre at 7:00 PM on Monday. He was rushing home after having made plans with his new girlfriend, and couldn’t wait to share the wonderful news with his roommate and best friend, who was an anthro lion with a golden mane named Brent.

Clark and Brent had been close friends for a very long time, and Brent had been a very supportive person who always had the squirrel’s back. However, the squirrel couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of the lion at times, because Brent often had several gorgeous women frequently fawning over him, whereas Clark felt that he almost never had so much as a single woman look his way.

Several women who Brent had previously dated would sometimes imply to Clark that the lion had a monstrously massive cock, that brought them inconceivably large amounts of pure pleasure. These confessions would make the squirrel feel especially insecure, as more than one woman he had dated in the past broke up with him implying it was because he was too small to sexually satisfy them.

Still, Clark knew that none of his issues were Brent’s fault. And he had to admit that he was pretty damn impressed with the sheer volume of sexy women that Brent had managed to pick up over the years. The squirrel often didn’t know whether he should be completely jealous of the lion’s huge cock, or want to get down on his hands and knees in front of King Brent, constantly singing his cock’s praises as the ultimate monument to masculinity.

Brent started to notice Clark’s odd love/hate relationship regarding the lion’s love life. One day he sat down with the squirrel and explained to him that while his previous girlfriends were very much turned on by his big cock, he emphasized that size wasn’t everything and that they loved him for far more than just his body. Clark really wanted to believe that everything his best friend was telling him was true, but he often struggled to truly believe in himself.

In the present day, when Clark arrived at his and Brent’s apartment room and walked inside, he scoured the entire living room looking all over for the lion. “Yo Brent, you around here?” Clark asked somewhat loudly.

Though Brent hadn’t actually heard Clark, by sheer coincidence he had exited the bathroom to head into the living room. Brent had just taken a relaxing shower, and was wearing nothing but a towel he had wrapped around his crotch. Unfortunately, the lion hadn’t tied the towel very well in the back, so he accidentally flashed his cock right in front of Clark’s face when his towel suddenly fell to the ground.

Clark had gotten a good, if brief, look at Brent’s massive penis, as the lion scrambled to pull up his towel over his cock again, making extra sure he tied the towel around himself much more tightly. “Oh, shit! Sorry about that, man.” Brent profusely apologized. “If I had known you were coming back here sooner, I would’ve taken a shower earlier to air-dry my body.”

Clark was mindlessly staring forward with a rather dazed look on his face. “That’s ok, man. It was only an accident.” Clark stated in a bit of a monotone voice. Clark had to vigorously shake his head to get his mind back on track. “Just remember to tie your towel around yourself a little better next time.”

“Will do.” Brent strutted back into his bedroom to gather some clothes to wear for the day. Clark hopped onto the couch in the living room so he could watch some TV, though his mind kept getting distracted when his memory of Brent’s massive cock kept intruding all over his other thoughts.

Clark remembered how he watched Brent’s cock subtly bobbing up and down after his towel fell down his legs, completely engrossed and unable to peel his eyes away for a few moments, until the lion pulled the towel back up and obstructed the squirrel’s view of his penis. Clark’s thumb was hovering over the power button on the TV remote wanting to turn it on, though was immensely struggling as his mind kept flittering back to the same few seconds of Brent’s bobbing cock being replayed in his brain in a constant, repetitive loop.

Clark knew his best friend had a very large member from what some of Brent’s previous partners had told him of it before, but even he was absolutely not prepared for how gargantuan the lion’s cock truly was until he got to accidentally see it in the flesh. Clark’s newly intrusive thoughts of his friend’s cock were really hammering his insecurities deeply inside his heart.

Brent walked back into the living room wearing a pair of denim shorts and a casual T-shirt. He sat down on the other end of the couch right next to Clark. “Wanna watch some TV together?” The lion kindly asked.

“Ummm… yeah, sure, I guess…” Clark was side-eyeing the crotch of Brent’s denim shorts. His cock was so massive, that it was pitching a huge tent that looked like it was just about to burst through the fly of his shorts. Clark had to force himself to snap his sight towards the TV screen, desperately trying to pry his eyes from the bulge that was heavily deepening all his insecurities.

Once the squirrel turned on the TV and started flicking through all the channels trying to get his mind free of its odd thoughts, he settled on a show that started with a panning shot of a large city in its opening theme. Brent seemed to be happy with his friend’s choice. “Oh, this show’s cool! Let’s watch it!”

Clark was looking forward to kicking back and finally being able to relax. However, when a large skyscraper appeared within the camera’s view during the opening panning shot of the show, Clark nearly spat out the soda he was drinking when he imagined the large building was shaped exactly like Brent’s massive dick. The squirrel had to set his soda can back on the coffee table in front of him, and vigorously rub his fists over his eyes to make absolute sure he wasn’t imagining things.

When he looked at the screen again, Clark breathed a small sigh of relief when he saw that the skyscraper in the show’s opening looked completely normal again. Though this relief was very short-lived, as any time something appeared during the show’s runtime that looked even vaguely phallic, Clark could’ve sworn he saw Brent’s penis proudly erected onto the screen.

Clark blinked really hard for several seconds in disbelief. When he opened up his eyes again, all of the cocks he had imagined were nowhere to be seen in the series he and Brent were watching, to his absolute confusion.

Brent looked away from the TV screen to look over at his friend, and was pretty surprised to see the squirrel was incredibly engrossed in the show and completely entranced by it, far more than he normally was. Brent leaned over towards the other side of the couch so he could tap on Clark’s shoulder out of concern for his friend. “Hey dude, you feelin’ ok?”

Clark couldn’t tear his sight away from the strangely hypnotic screen, and was only able to start waking up from his reverie when he felt Brent firmly planting his hand over one of his shoulders and shaking him a bit. Clark was rubbing his tired, drowsy eyes, while every copy of Brent’s cock he had imagined was squeezing into every corner of the TV screen during the show, started popping out of existence one by one.

“Whaaa…” Clark deliriously slurred out when he turned his attention over to the lion. “Ohhhhh… oh yeah, I’m feelin’ fine…” Clark shook his head to rid his mind of the last thoughts of Brent’s cock. “Why do you ask?”

“You just seem a little more out of it than usual today, like you’re more easily distracted than you normally are.” Brent admitted. “Just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.”

“Nah, nothing’s wrong.” Clark didn’t want to admit to his friend about all of the strange visions he had been having because of how awkward that would be, so he desperately tried to wrack his cock-infested mind for anything he could use to change the subject. “I’ve just been thinking a lot about how excited I am that I scored a nice date with that awesome girl Holly. She implied to me that we might be taking our relationship to the next level.”

Brent reached out one of his hands so he could firmly shake Clark’s hand to congratulate him. “Dude, I’m so proud of you.” Brent flashed his friend a warm smile. “See, I told you that all you needed to do was to be yourself, and you’d soon find someone who likes you for who you are. You don’t need to constantly compare yourself to me to find love.” Brent wrapped one arm around the squirrel’s back, and pulled him in closer to himself to give him an affectionate bro hug.

Clark was now in such close proximity to his friend, that he couldn’t help but briefly flick his eyes down towards Brent’s crotch. Brent’s massively meaty cock was straining behind the fabric of his shorts. Clark looked back up at Brent’s face while letting out a little gulp, and then vigorously shook his head to clear out his intrusive thoughts. “Y…you’re right. Thanks for being so supportive of me, man.”

“No problem, dude.” Brent used his fist to rub the top of his roommate’s head in a caring way, which made Clark smile. They both continued watching their TV show, and Clark was happy that his weird thoughts seemed to have completely vanished from his mind.

After about another hour of watching the series marathon, Clark looked over at the lion during a commercial break, and noticed that he had fallen asleep on the couch. The more Brent was splayed over his back on his side of the couch with his crotch on full display, the more Clark’s insecurities over how his cock compared to the lion’s large size started bubbling more to the surface of his mind.

The squirrel desperately tried thinking of literally anything else to distract his own mind, which proved to be futile as his brain replayed the brief few seconds he had previously watched of Brent’s cock waving back and forth like a flag in the wind, over and over again. He hesitantly raised himself off of his couch seat while harshly gripping the arm of the couch with his hands, and then slowly got down on his knees on the floor in front of the sleeping lion.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Clark quietly asked himself as he reached out a hand, fiddling with the fly of Brent’s denim shorts between his thumb and index finger. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this.” The squirrel slowly pulled the fly down.

Brent’s cock was so massive, that it was impossible for his underwear to continue concealing it, so it quickly popped out of the fly of his shorts. Clark mindlessly nodded his head up and down in perfect tandem with the lion’s cock bobbing up and down in front of his face. “Oh my god, I’ve seen erect penises in porn that look smaller than this monster.” Clark quietly whistled to himself in an impressed tone.

Clark reached out his arms onto the floor while still remaining in a worshipful kneeling position, and started groveling in front of Brent’s cock by repeatedly bowing up and down with outstretched arms. “I’m not worthy to be in the presence of such a divine object that has been personally hand-crafted by the Gods.” The hypnotized squirrel started verbally praising Brent, incredibly impressed by the sheer girth of his royal penis. “All hail King Brent, who rightfully deserves to take my girlfriend with his royal scepter, and to claim her as his own.”

Clark had to quickly shake his head to try to get rid of his hypnotically-induced intrusive thoughts. “What the hell am I saying? Holly loves me for who I am. She’s never cared that my cock isn’t very big. I should be grateful that Holly is such a kind, nonjudgmental person.”

The squirrel immediately slipped back into his brainwashed reverie, continuing to bow up and down with his arms stretched out in front of Brent’s cock. “I’m so sorry, King Brent. I didn’t mean to imply that your cock is anything less than the perfect display of raw, unbridled masculinity. You deserve the have the entire world in the palm of your hand. I worship the ground your manly feet trot on so much, dude.”

Clark kissed the ground near Brent’s feet several times, and even planted a couple kisses on the lion’s big toes. “I idolize your muscular body, and I constantly praise you as the epitome of manliness day in and day out.” The squirrel rapidly kissed the tops of Brent’s feet several times. “You are perfect.”

Clark was broken out of his entranced reverie again when he noticed Brent was stirring in his sleep. Clark had to squeeze Brent’s cock back in his denim shorts and zip up his fly without him noticing, which was a lot harder to pull off than he thought because of how massive the lion’s penis was.

The squirrel quickly climbed back up onto his side of the couch, pretending to fall asleep in case Brent woke back up. Though the couch seat was so soft and comfy, that Clark soon dozed off into sleep himself.

Clark soon found himself smack dab in the middle of a highly unusual dream, trapped within a hazy, black void facing a massive version of his and Brent’s couch that now looked more like a throne fit for a king. Brent was lounging back in the middle of the couch completely naked, with his massive cock proudly displayed at full mast while he was still fast asleep.

On each side of the couch surrounding Brent, a sexy and curvy anthro lioness was lying down on her stomach, with both of their asses sticking out near the lion’s cock. They were both stretching out their long legs, and using their feet to firmly yet gently stroke every single inch of Brent’s increasingly erect cock.

As the lioness’ toes were dexterously rubbing Brent’s huge cock with perfect precision, Clark was feeling so much more submissive now, especially as he felt that the mere shadow of Brent’s cock was completely dwarfing his entire body. One of the lioness’ turned her attention to look upon the sexually confused squirrel. “You must get down onto your hands and knees out of respect for your king.” The lioness pointed to the direction of the floor with her finger. “Now.”

Clark instantly kneeled down onto the floor in the dark void that made up his strange dream. “Of course. I will always kneel for King Brent. I will always obey King Brent. I shall always remain under King Brent’s control.” The squirrel had to crane his neck up just to look upon the shaft of Brent’s penis towering above him.

As the two lionesses continued expertly stroking Brent’s cock with their toes, Clark realized that the lion’s penis was perfectly framed front and center within the borders of the lioness’ feet. “Dude, your cock is a flawless work of art.” Clark gushed with an impressed tone in his voice. “No one else can compare, especially not me. You deserve to rule the entire world with an iron cock.” Clark respectfully pressed his forehead against the base of Brent’s cock to show him how much he truly meant every word he said.

The other lioness turned her attention over to Clark. “You sure have developed a lot of appreciation and admiration for your king.” The lioness teased the squirrel. “Tell me, have you ever kissed King Brent’s cock before.

“Um… no?” Clark asked with a confused tone. “I’m not attracted to men… I think.”

“Oh, you really don’t need to be attracted to men to admire and idolize such a virile member of the same sex.” Both of the lionesses were stroking their toes up, down, and all around the sides of Brent’s cock in a constant and repetitive loop, looking like a spinning spiral in the squirrel’s heavily hypnotized eyes. “You just need to focus your gaze solely on the source of King Brent’s power.”

“The source of King Brent’s power.” Clark repeated in a mindlessly monotone voice. The lionesses were rubbing their toes all around the entire length of Brent’s cock so fast now, that the squirrel could’ve sworn he had multiple copies of the lion’s cock head reflected in his sight, helplessly spinning around and around the pupils in his brainwashed eyes.

“No need to be attracted to men.” Clark obediently repeated the lionesses’ words, as he felt more intrusive thoughts of Brent’s cock cramming inside his increasingly submissive mind. “Just need to appreciate… admire… idolize… such a virile member of the same sex…” The squirrel leaned his face in closer towards the lion’s golden rod, and gently planted a small, platonic kiss upon the tip of Brent’s cock head.

The two lionesses began chanting together as they continued stroking their toes alongside the curves of Brent’s cock near Clark’s face. “Give in to your insecurities. Give in to King Brent’s superiority. Give in to King Brent’s power.” Every command the lionesses stated was punctuated by a platonic kiss Clark had planted over Brent’s massively erect cock.

While the squirrel was leaving a quick succession of little kisses against the base of the lion’s cock, he longingly looked up at King Brent’s cock head towering above him like a god. Clark tried climbing back up on his own two feet, puckering up his lips so he could plant a longer kiss against the head of the lion’s cock.

As soon as Clark’s lips made contact with Brent’s cock head, Clark immediately woke back up on the couch he had accidentally fallen asleep on. Strangely, he noticed that his face was lying over Brent’s crotch as if it were a pillow. The squirrel suddenly retreated back to his side of the couch in shock, while Brent continued sleeping soundly.

Oh my god, I really hope I wasn’t making out with Brent’s cock while I was sleeping. Clark thought to himself. He decided to hop off of the couch and walk into the kitchen to make himself something to eat, not wanting to think too deeply about how the bulge behind Brent’s denim shorts had noticeably grown a bit bigger.

As Monday rolled around, Clark was super excited to be going on his movie date with his new girlfriend Holly. The squirrel’s unwelcome intrusive thoughts of Brent’s cock constantly coming in and out of his mind did little to tone down his excitement, as he figured that hanging out with Holly would distract himself from his weirder thoughts.

Clark drove into the movie theatre’s parking lot around 6:50 PM. After parking his car in a spot right in front of the cinema’s entrance, he met up with Holly so they could greet each other with a big hug. They held each other’s hands as they walked into the lobby of the theatre to buy the movie tickets, and Clark bought a large bucket of popcorn to share with the husky dog.

Clark and Holly found the room that was screening their secret movie, and sat down in some nice seats right in the middle of the room that gave the best possible view of the large screen. Since the feature was listed as a mystery movie, neither the squirrel nor the dog had any idea what movie they were going to watch until showtime started.

After having to watch several ads and movie trailers, the mystery movie finally started playing, which was revealed to be a brand new romcom that hadn’t received a wide theatrical release yet. Both Holly and Clark felt this was an appropriate choice for their movie date.

When the male love interest was introduced in the film, Clark was happy that the role was played by one of his favorite movie stars, who was a very handsome anthro lion named Striker Shaw. It hadn’t really dawned on the squirrel until now that Striker bore a rather uncanny resemblance to his best friend Brent, though Clark tried to cast that thought aside so he could continue enjoying the film on its own merit.

Things took a turn for the strange when Striker and the actress, an anthro fox named Misty Farah, both stripped nude for a sex scene. Clark’s entire vision immediately narrowed in on the lion’s big cock. Since Striker looked so much like his roommate, the squirrel immediately started getting heavily entranced by any slight movement the lion’s cock made on the screen.

As the sex scene progressed though, Clark couldn’t help but think that as nice and big as Striker’s cock looked, it didn’t even come remotely close to comparing to Brent’s glorious cock he had been accidentally flashed with several days ago. In fact, the more he studied Striker’s cock, the more he started noticing all of its’ flaws and imperfections, to the point that he began mentally superimposing his roommate’s penis over the actor’s so he could continue getting entranced by the film.

What the fuck is wrong with me?! Clark mentally asked himself in a futile attempt to drown out the thoughts of Brent’s cock. I’m a straight guy who’s dating the prettiest and kindest girl ever, and all I can think about is how this actor’s dick doesn’t look as nice as my roommate’s. The squirrel had to quickly grab the popcorn bucket and shove it over his own crotch, desperately hoping that Holly couldn’t see what was happening in the dark theatre room.

The sex scene in the movie ended when both actors were screaming each other’s names as they climaxed in bed. Clark quickly shoved the popcorn bucket into Holly’s lap, and excused himself to take a bathroom break. He walked out of the room and ran to the bathroom as fast as he could.

As soon as Clark entered a stall, he pulled down his pants and boxers before sitting down on the toilet. He wrapped a fist around his erect cock, and started furiously beating himself off to the thought of the two anthro lions making out and having sex with Holly. The squirrel was rubbing himself harder as he imagined Holly kneeling down to give Brent a slow and sensuous blowjob, while the actor Striker Shaw stepped behind the dog to stick his cock up her ass.

Oh god. Even if Striker’s cock isn’t as good as Brent’s is, they still would both make better lovers for Holly than me. As soon as Clark imagined Brent and Striker filling both of Holly’s holes with their hot cum, the squirrel came out himself in his own hand. Even though it wasn’t that busy in the theatre, Clark made sure to bite his lower lip to suppress his own loud moaning, so that no one could accidentally hear him jacking off.

Once Clark had reached post-nut clarity, he looked down at his own cum-soaked hand feeling rather dejected. I have got to stop being so down on myself.

Clark cleaned himself off making sure to remove any trace of his masturbation session, and then put his clothes back on. He walked out the bathroom and re-entered the theatre room to sit back down next to Holly, hoping that Holly wouldn’t detect that anything was off about him. Holly set the popcorn bucket back down over his lap. “Hey, I saved you the last of the popcorn while you were in the bathroom.” She whispered.

Clark grabbed a piece of popcorn and popped it into his mouth. “Thank you so much.” He whispered back. “That was so kind of you. You didn’t have to do that for me.”

Clark grabbed another piece of popcorn, and tossed it into Holly’s mouth with a smile. “Well, I guess I didn’t have to.” Holly answered back after swallowing the piece of popcorn. “I just really wanted to.” Holly wrapped her arm around Clark’s back, and pulled him in for a little hug, making the squirrel blush.

After the movie had finished playing and the two lovers had left the theatre, Clark offered to take Holly out for a dinner date at a nice restaurant, which the dog happily accepted. The two were discussing the movie they had just watched while they were eating their meals.

“I didn’t think the movie was all that good, but I really liked some of the actors in it.” Holly admitted in between bites of her food. “Who was your favorite actor?”

Clark took a few sips of his drink. “Oh, definitely Striker Shaw. That guy’s awesome.”

“Really?” Holly asked with a puzzled tone in her voice. “I dunno, I thought his performance in the film was kinda average, and he didn’t even really have very good chemistry with Misty.”

“Oh, I’m sure that man’s performance is anything but average.” The squirrel sighed in a dreamy voice.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, uh… n-nothing…” Clark awkwardly stammered, trying to think of anything he could say to save face after that freudian slip. “I just meant that I’ve seen Striker give great performances in other movies. He was probably just badly directed in that romcom we just watched.”

After they finished their meals and were waiting for the check, Clark decided to invite Holly over for a date at his and Brent’s apartment. He suggested they could all have fun playing video games together while eating some snacks. Holly thought that sounded like a great time, so they both made plans for the dog to visit the squirrel’s apartment that Saturday afternoon.

They both went their separate ways for the moment so they could return to their homes after they left the restaurant. Clark was feeling really relieved that he wasn’t thinking about Brent’s cock nearly as often as he was during the movie, so he crawled into his bed excited to finally have a more normal dream for once.

Clark soon found himself back in the black void from his last dream where the two lionesses had brainwashed him into becoming more obsessed over Brent’s cock. Clark reached the couch within the void where Brent was sleeping in a sitting position like last time, surrounded by the two lionesses. This time, the lionesses were using their feet like a stand to lift up Brent’s gargantuan cock as if it were a golden trophy.

The sight immediately brought back all of Clark’s submissive tendencies in a single blur, forcing him to respectfully bow down at the cock of his king. “How may I serve you, my wise and well-endowed king.”

The lionesses were scrunching their toes to lovingly stroke the underside of Brent’s penis, which was making it extremely erect and towering high above Clark’s body. Clark was soon engulfed by a massive shadow of Brent’s cock.

“I am honored to be in the presence of such a powerful display of divine masculinity.” Clark kissed the floor where the shadow’s cock head was casted over.

“You will become even more obsessed over King Brent’s purr-fect cock than ever before.” The lioness on the left of the couch purred out. “You will think of almost nothing but his cock. How his cock is so much better than yourself. How he deserves to be with Holly so much more than you.”

“You love to kiss the ground that King Brent walks on.” The lioness on the right hissed out in a seductive voice. “You crave to kiss King Brent’s feet. You long to plant platonic kisses all over King Brent’s cock to show him your loyalty to his rule.”

“Of course.” Clark rose back up on his feet and brought his face closer to King Brent’s cock to plant several platonic kisses over every inch. He abruptly woke up from his dream rubbing his tired, groggy head. “Jeez, I’ve been having the weirdest dreams lately.”

Throughout the week, Clark tried to live his life as normally as he possibly could. Unfortunately for him, the squirrel’s odd new habit of seeing Brent’s cock everywhere he turned had gotten worse than ever before, and it was no longer just relegated to TV shows and movies. Any time Clark spotted anything in the real world that looked even the slightest bit phallic, even within his own home, his mind would superimpose a vision of the lion’s cock over it and make him feel even more insecure than ever before.

On Friday morning, Clark wandered into the kitchen and walked up to the kitchen table where Brent was sitting down. Brent was eating some bacon and eggs he had just fried up for himself. Brent looked up at Clark and noticed the squirrel staring at him with a bit of a nervous look. “Uh, you want me to fry you up some bacon and eggs?” Brent asked.

Clark took in a deep breath, and then exhaled loudly in preparation for his long-winded explanation to Brent about all of the weird things that had been going on in his life. He talked about everything, from how he became hypnotized when the lion accidentally flashed him with his cock, to how his strange dreams had been brainwashing him further to develop an unhealthy obsession with Brent’s cock and shattering his self-esteem, to how he was feeling like he was unworthy to be in a relationship with Holly.

Brent was stroking his own chin in thought while Clark was breathing heavily after having spilled out all of his own insecurities so openly. He snapped his fingers when he thought of a solution to help his friend. “I know what to do to help you out, but it’s admittedly pretty unconventional. I think it’ll work if you’re willing to try it out.”

“I don’t care how unconventional your help is, dude. I’m willing to try just about anything.”

“In that case…” Brent suddenly stood up from his chair, and immediately stripped off all of his clothes until he was completely nude in front of the squirrel. Clark mindlessly shifted his gaze down to stare at Brent’s massive cock, completely entranced by the sight. Brent used both of his hands to snap his fingers to get the squirrel’s attention, and then turned around to start heading into his bedroom. “Come follow me.”

Clark obediently followed the lion with his arms stretched out in front of his body like a hypnotized zombie. “Yes, my king. At once, my king.”

Both of the men entered Brent’s bedroom and crawled onto his bed until they were both sitting down across from each other. Brent grasped his fist around his own large cock, and started waving it back and forth as if his penis were a hypnotic pendant.

“I think I might be able to use my cock to help unhypnotize you.” Brent explained while shaking his penis left and right in his fist.

“Thank you for helping me, my virile sex god.” Clark said in a monotone voice, while obediently following the movement of Brent’s penis back and forth with his eyes.

“I’m not a god.” Brent firmly stated as he continued waving his cock to and fro.

“Not…a…god…” Clark stammered out, every word he spoke punctuated with every shake of his roommate’s penis. “…my king…”

Brent chuckled over what Clark had said. “I’m not a king, either.”

“If you’re neither a god nor a king, then who are you then?” Clark innocently asked.

“I’m just a regular guy, like you.” Brent admitted. “The more you watch me wave my cock like a hypnotic pendant, the more you realize you don’t need to constantly compare yourself to me. You’re fine just the way you are.”

Brent picked up the pace with his fist to shake his cock back and forth a little faster. “You will no longer remain obsessed with the size of my cock. You will no longer see my cock everywhere you turn. You will no longer get hypnotized by my cock in your dreams.” Brent soothed out to the squirrel, who was still mindlessly following the lion’s cock with his eyes. “You will look inside yourself, and discover who you truly are and what you want to be.”

Brent snapped his fingers, causing Clark to blink several times as his senses started returning to his mind. Once he fully woke back up from his trance, the squirrel smiled and held out his hand to shake Brent’s hand to show him how grateful he was for his help. “Whoa dude, thank you so much for your help. I’m feeling a lot better now. I can already sense all my weird thoughts slipping away from my mind.”

“No problem, man.” Brent smiled back. “Is there anything else I could do to help you?”

Clark thought about Brent’s question for a brief moment. “Not really, but you could put on a pair of pants.” The squirrel teased.

Brent laughed over Clark’s response. “Alright man, I’ll go do that right now.” Brent hopped off his bed and opened up a drawer to find some clothes to put on. Clark thanked his friend again for helping him out before turning to leave.

The following morning, Clark was super excited, as Holly was going to come over to the apartment that afternoon to hang out with him and his friend. After Brent had gotten himself re-dressed the previous day, Clark had told him of his and Holly’s plans for Saturday, so Brent was looking forward to meeting Holly for the first time.

A little after 3:00, Clark was patiently waiting for his girlfriend to arrive at the front door, while Brent was busy doing something else in the apartment for the moment. Clark was extremely relieved, as he didn’t have a single intrusive thought about Brent’s cock ever since he had de-hypnotized him the previous day.

When Clark heard a knocking on the door, he excitedly rushed to the door to greet Holly into his home. They were both getting caught up with each other, discussing what they had been up to for the past several days, though Clark deliberately neglected to mention the stranger aspects of his recent life.

Shortly after Clark told his girlfriend that Brent would probably show up any moment now, Brent suddenly appeared in the living room wearing nothing but a bath towel he had tied around his waist. Oh shit! I forgot to tell Brent what time Holly was coming over! Clark mentally screamed to himself.

Once again, Brent had failed to tie the towel around his waist all that well, so when the knot in the back became undone, the towel immediately fell at the lion’s feet. Brent noticed that not only had Holly already arrived, but that he had accidentally given both her and Clark a full-frontal view of his massive member.

“Oh, sorry!” Brent exclaimed with a self-conscious blush growing on his cheeks. “I didn’t know that Holly was coming over so soon.” Brent was surprised to see that both Clark and Holly were mindlessly staring at his cock with hungry looks on their faces. “Um… why are you looking at me like that, guys?”

Clark and Holly immediately dropped down to their hands and knees on the floor, and started crawling towards where the naked Brent was standing. Brent noticed that Clark and Holly had stuck their tongues out panting in lust. “Uh, guys?!”

The three soon went into Brent’s bedroom and crashed onto his bed. Clark and Holly were both naked and kneeling on the bed across from each other, leaning their lips near each other while kissing every single inch of Brent’s cock. Brent was sitting on the bed to the side with his massive cock twitching in between the two lovers. Clark and Holly soon locked lips with each other as they made out around Brent’s dick.

“Oh my god… I’m gonna cum!” Brent shouted out in lust as the two used their tongues to bring him to unfathomable pleasure. Clark and Holly made sure to slurp up every rope of hot, sticky cum that Brent shot out. Holly suddenly gripped her hands around Clark’s waist, and abruptly pulled him in to give him a deep french kiss. The two pulled away from each other with sexually satisfied smiles on their faces, and a thin trail of Brent’s cum connected between their mouths.

“Thank you Brent, for helping Clark and I come together… in more ways than one.” Holly giggled before leaving a grateful kiss over the head of Brent’s cock.

“And thank you Brent, for helping me to come out as bi… in more ways than one.” Clark added while stroking his tongue up the entire length of Brent’s shaft. “If you hadn’t commanded me to look inside myself, and discover who I truly am and what I want to be, I never would’ve realized that about myself.”

“Y…you’re welcome, man…” Brent pleasurably hissed through gritted teeth. “I’m always happy to help…” Brent moaned out as he shot out another load of cum, while Clark and Holly happily fought each other to see who’s mouth could wrap around the head of Brent’s cock first.