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Tenna and Spamton were sat on the edge of their bed, deep in discussion.

The salesman's mind was always extremely active – sometimes overwhelmingly so – and he'd spoken to Tenna about this a few days earlier. He'd said that it might be nice if, for once, he didn't have to think about anything at all. He'd been speaking hypothetically of course, and was shocked when Tenna explained that he possesses a rather interesting ability. The power to temporarily wipe Spamton's mind altogether, leaving him at the absolute mercy of the CRT.

The power of hypnosis.

Spamton had jumped at the idea. And then the conversation began to move into a slightly different territory than the one Spamton had initially envisioned – the idea of using this unique power in the bedroom...

The couple had spoken about it in depth before they decided to finally try it. What Spamton's boundaries were, what he'd be happy and unhappy to do, and how far he'd want Tenna to go with it. Spamton would be completely unable to think or do anything for himself in this state, after all – and the CRT would never even consider abusing the immense trust that his partner was placing in him.

Tenna stood up to take his tailcoat off and hang it safely in the closet. He didn't care about getting any mess on himself or the bedding, but wanted to protect his trademark red coat from all that. He slowly sat back on the bed, and Spamton repositioned himself to be kneeling directly in front of the CRT.

“Are you ready, Spammy?” Tenna asked, “And... you definitely want to do this?”

Spamton nodded. “YE5 I'M [READY!]. AND I WAnt TO [[do this]]”.

“Okay...” Tenna softly replied.

The CRT shuffled backwards on the bed, using the headboard to support his back as he sat looking down at Spamton. The salesman seemed eager to start, smiling back up at the taller Darkner in anticipation.

Tenna took a breath. His face disappeared, replaced with a screen of static, before the picture settled into a spiral.

A swirling, mesmerising spiral that spun around, and around, and around, and...

Spamton was entranced, staring fixedly at Tenna's screen and that beautiful spiral.

“Are you okay, Spamton?” Tenna asked. His mouth had reappeared at the bottom of the screen now, more faintly than usual so as not to obscure the hypnotic pattern.

Spamton's head felt heavy, and he could barely register what Tenna was asking of him. It took a lot of effort for him to nod wordlessly in reply.

“Good...” Tenna murmured, “That's good. Just keep looking at it, Spamton. Just keep focused on it, okay?”

“mkay...” Spamton managed to reply, uncharacteristically quietly.

His thoughts were beginning to melt away now. His usually active and busy mind was extremely quiet, his consciousness fading ever more by the second.

Tenna noticed that Spamton's head was starting to droop. He gently put a hand under his chin, tilting the salesman's head back up so that he was still looking at the screen. Using his thumb, he carefully wiped away the drool that was starting to escape from the corner of his partner's mouth.

“Keep looking at it...” Tenna instructed, “Keep looking at me...”

Spamton was unable to reply, his mind covered in haze. It was all so peaceful, so quiet. He was a complete blank slate. No thoughts at all, just... blissful silence.

“That's it, Spammy. You're doing really well...” Tenna cooed, still holding Spamton's head up, “You're doing so well. Just let go of everything... Let go...”

Tenna's voice echoed through Spamton's empty mind, the words reverberating inside his head. He'd fallen completely under Tenna's spell, unable to move or even think for himself any more.

The CRT continued to look down at him, watching on as the endless spiral reflected off of Spamton's pink-and-yellow glasses.

“Let me see those pretty eyes, sweetheart,” Tenna murmured. He gently took Spamton's glasses in his other hand and slid them on top of the salesman's head, allowing him to look directly into Spamton's eyes. Those half-lidded, unfocused eyes that were glued to his screen in a daze.

The CRT gasped slightly in spite of himself. Spamton was no longer in control of his body, slouching forwards slightly now, and Tenna noticed that the salesman's arms had gone completely limp at his sides.

“Why don't you lie down, Spammy? It might be more comfortable for you?” Tenna asked, but no reply came.

Of course, Tenna immediately realised, It needs to be a command...

“Spamton,” the TV said with authority, moving his hand away from Spamton's face, “Lie down, on your back.”

After a beat, Spamton did exactly as he was told. Tenna shifted slightly so that he was sat on his knees, leaning forwards with his screen above his partner's face so that he could continue to watch that hypnotic spiral.

“There you go, Spammy. Is that better?” Tenna asked rhetorically. Spamton just continued to blankly stare at him in response.

“Now, let's take these off...” he murmured, moving his gaze to Spamton's pants, “Lift your legs up for me a little bit, Spamton.”

The salesman's legs moved upwards automatically. His mind was completely empty – and whatever the Lord of Screens told him to do, he would obey.

Tenna slowly and carefully undid the zipper on Spamton's pants and pulled them off, putting them to the side of the bed. He then reached back over and removed the salesman's underwear too – revealing his writhing, jet black tentacle of a cock. No matter how many times Tenna saw it, it always made his heart skip a beat.

“Okay Spamton, now put your legs back down again,” Tenna instructed, and Spamton immediately obeyed.

Tenna paused for a moment, wanting to choose his words carefully. His every wish was now Spamton's command, after all - and the very thought made him quiver.

“Spamton,” Tenna said, “I want you to show me how much you love me. I... I want you to touch yourself for me.”

The CRT continued to loom over Spamton while his subconscious mind slowly processed the words that had been spoken to him. As commanded, he opened his legs and took his cock into his hand, blissfully unaware of the precum that had begun to leak out.

“Good boy...” Tenna murmured, shifting slightly as his own arousal began to get the better of him, “Now, go on.”

Spamton began to clumsily move his hand up and down, all the while still staring at that wonderful spiral on his partner's screen.

“Well done,” Tenna praised, feeling himself beginning to overheat, “You're doing so well. But, I think you can do better than that! I want to HEAR it from you. I want you to tell me... I want you to say it. I want you to say 'I love TV'...”

“I love TV,” came Spamton's monotone reply, still stroking himself mindlessly.

“W-well done,” Tenna stammered, getting too worked up for his own good. “And again. Say it again.”

“I love TV...”

Tenna shifted on his knees, still staring down at Spamton. With a quiet whine, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and began to hastily unbuckle his belt. He pulled off his own pants and underwear, freeing his incredibly hard cock.

Spamton stared blankly back at him, slack-jawed and stroking his dick without thought, completely and utterly at Tenna's mercy. The CRT slowly shuffled forward, closer to his partner.

“Good boy, Spamton,” the TV said, “You can stop now.”

Spamton's arms fell limp to his sides.

“Let me take over now,” Tenna instructed, “You just lie back and relax. Just keep watching the spiral. That's all I need you to do. You don't need to think about anything else. You don't need to do anything else. Just don't... Don't take your eyes off me. Can you do that for me, Spamton?”

“Yes, Tenna...” the salesman flatly replied, unfocused eyes still fixed firmly on the screen.

Tenna took a shaky breath, readying himself. He allowed his body to shrink slightly – with their incredible size difference, Tenna didn't want to risk hurting his little mailman, especially with Spamton currently being completely incapable of expressing any pain to Tenna.

The CRT took a moment to drink in the sight in front of him. He cupped Spamton's face with his hand and stroked his cheek, wiping away more drool from his face as he did so.

“Just keep looking at me, Spammy...” he instructed, unable to contain himself any longer. He took Spamton's legs, one in each hand, and lifted them; tipping the salesman back slightly as he did so. Tenna shuffled forwards, touching Spamton's hole with the tip of his dick. With a deep breath, he pressed forwards and slowly began to thrust his hips.

“Ah... f-fuck...” Tenna groaned as he started to pick up the pace, “You... y-you feel so good...”

Spamton didn't reply. He couldn't reply. The only thought that was occupying his mind was one of pure pleasure. The bliss of getting fucked, without anything else to distract him. He could only see that beautiful spiral in front of his eyes. He could only hear Tenna moaning and whining as he kept going. He could only feel the huge cock that was pumping inside him without relent.

It was all-consuming. It was wonderful.

Tenna increased the pace, panting and whining loudly. He was overheating and was practically salivating, fangs bared, over his partner – who simply stared back at him, expressionless.

“Ah... Sp-Spamton, I-” the TV spluttered between huge and shaky gasps, “T-talk to me, sweetheart... Tell me... yo-you love me...”

“I love TV...” Spamton replied flatly as Tenna continued to rail him ever faster. The CRT could feel himself getting close – and judging by the slight glitches that Spamton was currently experiencing, he wasn't far off either.

“I-I love you too... Spammy, aaah... I- fuck, I-I'm- I-”

With an almighty scream, Tenna slammed into Spamton one final time, gripping onto the salesman's legs tightly as he came. The spiral on his screen disappeared in a flash, replaced by colour bars as he rode out his orgasm. Spamton wasn't far behind him, firing his load all over his partner a few moments later, his cock writhing and his body glitching violently as he did so.

Tenna's screen turned to static before his face finally returned – bright pink and flustered. He was panting heavily as he slowly pulled out of Spamton, watching carefully as the smaller Darkner continued to periodically glitch. Tenna let go of Spamton's legs, putting a trembling hand behind him and helping him to sit upright. Spamton still looked somewhat dazed.

Once Spamton stopped glitching, Tenna slowly moved his hand away and Spamton remained sitting upright without support. The TV gently cupped his partner's face in his hand.

“Are you okay, Spammy?” he quietly asked.

Spamton's eyelids fluttered. The silence gradually started to lift and his consciousness began returning to him. Slowly, shakily, he rubbed his eyes.

“Spamton?” Tenna repeated, stroking his partner's cheek, “Can you hear me?”

“[Loud and Clear], ANT...” Spamton murmured in response, coming to his senses ever more by the second. He instinctively reached for the glasses atop his head and put them back on again.

“Good,” Tenna breathed a sigh of relief, “Are... are you okay?”

“I;M FINE,” Spamton reassured him with a grin, “COMPLETE<LY [fine]”.

Tenna smiled down at him lovingly. His height now returning to normal and a flower blooming on the end of his nose, he lay down next to the salesman and slowly pulled him into a hug, running a hand through his hair. Spamton melted into him, feeling as though his senses were now somewhat heightened after having his mind completely wiped.

“How do you feel?” Tenna asked softly.

“I feel [[AM4ziNG]]...” Spamton mumbled, still holding on to Tenna and never wanting to let go, “[[Thank You]]...”

“Oh, I'm so glad, Spammy!” Tenna replied happily, “Any time you want to do this again, just tell me, okay?”

“WILL D0...” Spamton replied with a smile. After a few moments, he pulled away from Tenna and looked directly up at him, “JUST [[LET ME KnoW]] IF I C4N [RETURN] THE FAVOUR! I HAVE SOME [TRICKS of the Trade] OF MY OWN, EHAEHAEHAEHA!!!”

A deep blush appeared across Tenna's face, “I- uh, I'll have a think!” he spluttered in reply as Spamton laughed again. The TV awkwardly cleared his throat and quietly continued, “Did you... have anything specific in mind, Spammy?”

Spamton grinned up at him. “WELL...”