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Dreams of Hypnosis (JustASweetBoyGirlThing X Lord DreamCrusher)

With his now impassioned efforts to service the statue's manhood Jacob would find the water flowing more steadily, though it was still not enough. Where before there was a faint trickle there was now a slow but steady stream not unlike the unimpressive drinking fountains in his college campus. The refreshing, rejuvenating waters were urging him onward with the promise of more; The more he sucked, the faster he bobbed his head, the more he licked, the more the waters would flow and the faster he could get his fill to quench his thirst. Furthermore, beyond just meeting the needs of hydration, these waters were offering him energy as well to help him push past his fatigue.

The taste of the water would seem to shift a bit as well the further he got into the act. The purity of the water gave way to a faint saltiness that wasn't enough to suggest it was unsafe to drink but was notable all the same. Whether that was truly the water in question or simply a reflection of the sexual desire that his mind was lingering on couldn't be said for certain but for all the heat of the desert this refreshment was making it all seem like nothing; literally washing away the discomfort and replacing it with relaxation beneath the midday sun.

He couldn't stay here forever of course, whatever reason he was out here in the first place still called to him to carry on vaguely, but there was no rush. He could stay and practice upon the statue for as long as he desired; push himself to as fervent a pace as he wished so that he may suck down more of the liquid. It was... addicting in a sense. A simple loop of satisfaction spurred on at first by need though more by desire after having read the words on the plaque.
 
Jacob knew he couldn’t stay here forever, but he was so thirsty, he had to get his fill. Just a little longer. He starts taking it deeper and deeper, feeling the water flow more steadily. He notices the salty taste but doesn’t seem to care. At some point he starts stroking the statues stone nuts, some instinctual part of him knowing he’ll be rewarded with more refreshing water.

After a couple minutes he finally tries to take the whole thing. He chokes, drooling water out all over his bare chest, but keeps it in his throat. He has a dazed look in his eyes, no longer from the delirium of dehydration, but something else, something beyond his understanding. He attempts to focus his gaze on the statues face, feeling affection for the inanimate object that’s saving his life.
 
His efforts were rewarded with more water, even the touch upon the smoothly carved testicles of the statue seemed to increase the flow of the refreshing drink as he pushed forward in his haze. It didn't seem like there was any limit to how much water the statue had to offer and it would only slow in moments which he wasn't actively stimulating it. Which, for the time being, were nonexistent.

In his lustful fervor though he would notice something as his eyes trailed upward to the fact of the statue. While it lacked fine detail and was only the rough outline of a humanoid figure Jacob would see a flash of pink from where eyes should have been carved into the face. These glowing pink lights were shaped vaguely like eyes and appeared suddenly as if opening for the first time to regard him below. They lasted for but a fraction of a second but this would be enough to snap his mind free from his daze, to allow him to pull away from the stone cock and clear his head again.

At this point there was no sign of the glowing eyes and the plaque inset on the thighs was now blank with nothing engraved upon it. The only evidence of what he had been doing was at the statue's manhood itself as it glistened with a thin layer of his saliva and dripped a few last, errant drops of water into the sand below before the flow came to a full stop.
 
Jacob stepped back, knees weak, panting. It’s only now that he realizes just how hard he’s gotten, the tip of his dick staining his cute panties with precum. He grabs his shaft and awkwardly pushes it sideways so it fits a bit more comfortably in his snug underwear. He also remembers how he foolishly discarded his dress. Hopefully he can find something new to wear wherever he’s going.

He takes one last look at the statue, eyes trailing from its face down to the tip of its cock again. He briefly considers going in for another taste, but decides against it, reminding himself that he has places to be. At least, he’s pretty sure he does.

He walks past the statue and begins walking further into the desert with a renewed sense of purpose thanks to cock, thanks to that big hard-

He stops for a moment, shaking his head. Weird. He continues on.
 
Putting the statue behind him Jacob could get back to his journey through the desert. In the wake of his drinking the sun felt far more manageable. It was hot but not draining, he was warm but not drenched in sweat. All in all he could be confident that he'd make it to his destination, wherever that was, but of course he'd never arrive before he woke up to the sound of his morning alarm.

Curiously, when he did open his eyes back to the reality of his dorm room, he'd find a small dribble of liquid at the corners of his lips but surely that was just saliva that his body produced in response to his dream, right?
 
Jacob woke up, wiping the liquid from his mouth, puzzled, but ultimately brushing it off. Just another weird dream, don’t think too hard about it. As he got out of bed he saw the dildo he had put on the wall the night before, blinking slowly as he stared at it. He suddenly felt very thirsty.

Jacob collapsed to his knees and begins sucking on the toy, fishing his cock out of his underwear and stroking himself. Much to his surprise, he was able to throat the small dildo without nearly as much trouble as last night. He took it to the base over and over, gagging and drooling before finally spraying his load all over the floor. He pulled back, coughing up some spit. He wasn’t exactly sure what just came over him, but he didn’t hate it.

He cleaned himself and the floor up, put the toy away, and went about getting some chores done before relaxing with some video games. Later he got himself off by sucking the dildo again, this time fingering his butt with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. The butt plug still seemed too big for him, but he was able to take three fingers without much trouble now. He’s thankful that he met that woman who convinced him to buy the toys, he was having fun exploring his body with his new found privacy.

That night he turned in early, knowing he had a 10 hour shift delivering pizza tomorrow.
 
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As night fell the dreams continued, each as lucid as the last though seemingly unconnected so far. This time Jacob found himself inside of a clean but cluttered trailer, his eyes coming into focus as he stared at an outfit hanging up and waiting for him to put it on. For the moment he was nude save for the necklace hanging around his neck with that familiar pink gem. The outfit in question was a sheer black 'dress' of sorts that was accompanied by lacy black panties and bra to be worn underneath as well as a pair of knee-high black leather boots. A lot of his skin would be on display while wearing it and the overall theme one might take away from it at a glance was somewhere between gothic and punk but hey, this was his job as an extra on this movie shoot. The trailer wasn't even his, it was just a makeup trailer that he was allowed to use for changing.

The details would be a bit hazy perhaps but his role for this next scene was a relatively minor one of course but he was being put into frame with one of the main characters, an unsavory individual with a penchant for sex and not much consideration for the gender of his partners; as far as the story was concerned anyway. Jacob had no speaking lines but was simply intended to play the role of some sort of prostitute, escort, or whatever you might want to call it. The specifics weren't important, what was important was that he needed to get dressed so he could signal the makeup lady to come back in and get him dolled up. "Are you still not dressed yet? You need to hurry up, we are behind schedule as is and the director is fuming." He'd hear muffled through the trailer door. It was the makeup woman waiting for him of course, already frustrated that he'd insisted on needing privacy to change rather than just simply doing so in front of her.
 
Jacob felt his face grow red hot as he stared at the skimpy outfit. Sure this was (apparently) his job, but did they really wanna put a guy in an outfit so girly and slutty? He’s snapped back to the bizarre present moment by the makeup woman. He cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound a little deeper, some vain attempt to assert his manliness. “Yes, sorry, I’ll be done in just a second.”

He started with the panties, noticing how comfortably they fit. When his junk wasn’t rock hard, the panties held it pretty snugly, and the way they hugged his ass was even more pleasant. He then added the bra, which he thought was silly considering he had no boobs, and finally put on the dress and boots. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment. Goth certainly wasn’t his usual style and, well, neither was women’s clothing, but he couldn’t deny how hot he looked. It reminded him of the femboys he saw online, and with makeup- Oh! Right, makeup!

“Y-You can come in now, sorry for the wait.” Jacob felt his heart pounding in his chest, telling himself to be professional. This is just a totally normal acting job, it’s no different from the time he wore a dress while playing Francis Flute when his highschool did Midsummer Nights Dream, although this outfit was much, much skimpier.
 
The makeup artist wore a scowl as she entered her trailer and wanted to get right to business. "Finally, sit down and let me work so we can get you on set. I'm not about to take flak for your delays." Being all but pushed down into the chair, the woman opened up her supplies and began by applying a very light layer of foundation across nearly his entire face. This, combined with a light concealer, was simply intended to make him look better for the camera even if it might feel a bit odd otherwise. His role only had maybe one shot where his face was properly in frame but there was no cutting corners in the movie industry with a production as big as this one.

When the boring but necessary stuff was out of the way she could focus on making him look good, or rather making him look like a hooker. Heavy black mascara and rich eyeliner was topped off with some kind of deep red lipstick. "Don't lick your lips for a minute or two. Once it dries it won't go anywhere without the proper remover but it's toxic to ingest." Would explain why it wasn't something available on the market normally but also why it would be valuable for filming. All in all it didn't take too long for his makeup to be finished and he could swivel the chair to take a quick look in the mirror before heading out onto set. Jacob, indeed, looked like a femboy whore but it was very well done for the style. It was somewhat obvious that he wasn't a woman to anyone who would actually spend a moment to take in the details but, in a passing glance, he could certainly be mistaken.
 
Jacob sat patiently and followed all of the woman’s instructions as she did his makeup. When she finished he turned around and stared at himself for a moment. He bit his lower lip, finding himself far more attractive than he felt comfortable admitting. If his parents could see him like this he’d be disowned on the spot, and yet he couldn’t help but get excited at the idea of a bunch of people seeing him like this, imagining the kinds of pervy comments he always sees people leave femboys and pornstars online.

Once he had gotten his fill of himself he adjusted his junk so that it wouldn’t pop out if he gets hard (he could already feel it beginning to twitch to life) and quickly went to set.
 
The walk from the makeup trailer to the set wasn't a long one and he'd find himself looking upon all the expected trappings; a center space done up like a parking lot with a few cars that was absolutely smothered with cameras, lights, microphones, and both other actors as well as film crew buzzing around like bees. There was an energy in the air that told Jacob that this was important, that he needed to pull his weight or risk failing in front of everyone, but there was also excitement and passion for the craft of movie making to help balance out any nervousness or fear.

From what he could gather by looking over everything was that this scene was to be some kind of social gathering, maybe something like a biker gang meet except muscle cars instead of motorcycles. The other actors and extras looked, and were dressed, in dark colors that made them appear dangerous and unapproachable though currently they were mostly mingling amongst themselves in a friendly enough fashion before any of the cameras had started to roll. There were a few others dressed like Jacob was though, that was to say like prostitutes, and he wasn't the only male in women's clothing; though they were still in the minority compared to the females.

It would be about this time that a crippling realization would set in to his mind; he had no clue what he was supposed to be doing for this scene nor did he remember what the scene was about. He had no cues to work from despite knowing that he'd obviously read over the script notes and such in advance; they'd just slipped his mind now that he was actually here. The director's tent was clear to see though, filled with all the big shots and the equipment they needed to get what they needed from the shots. The older, portly man at the center of the pavilion-style tent was unmistakable as the director himself and, unless Jacob had some other idea on how to be reminded of his role here, he'd have to risk the wrath of the frustrated man to ask.
 
Jacob felt increasingly comfortable as he saw he wasn’t the only extra dressed like a slut, but his anxiety only returned in full force as he began to realize he had no clue what was going on in the film. It must just be the nerves, of course he knew what he was doing, he just needed a quick reminder.

He looked over at the directors tent, but felt his legs turn to jelly seeing all the important people in there, and he didn’t want to interrupt all the important stuff that was going on. Maybe he could ask the other extras, but his role was supposed to be slightly different, wasn’t he gonna be with one of the main characters? He couldn’t seem to remember anything about the picture.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jacob composed what he felt was a very clever way to approach the situation. He would simply ask the director what his characters motivation was. Big shot directors love condescending to extras and telling them exactly what to do. He began to walk towards the tent, his awkward gate steadily adjusting to the thigh high boots. He kept his head down and his hands folded in front of crotch with a demeanor that was almost comical compared to his state of dress. He quietly approached and silently observed everyone in the tent while patiently waiting for the director to finish whatever he was doing.
 
"Get those lights spread out. This is supposed to be a parking lot at night for fucks sake, not the middle of the day! Change those bulbs out. We need white light, not yellow." The director was busy yelling at anyone and everyone really as Jacob demurely approached the tent. Shooting hadn't even started for the day, though this was an indoor studio so nobody could tell the time of day while inside, and the man was already sweating with his skin somewhat flushed from anger and frustration. The makeup artist had surely been right about the director's mental state, though Jacob would get the impression that the portly man was likely always this way to some extent; that he had a reputation for being aggressive and difficult to work with though was regarded as a proverbial genius at his craft.

One of the other people within the tent noticed Jacob's approach and made a point to turn to the director, waiting until the man had finished his tirade before gently drawing attention to the special extra. "Sir, I believe Jacob wishes to speak with you." The tone was very gentle and very much intended to not cause any issue with themselves in the process. Everyone around the director was walking on eggshells to be sure. The director's eyes swept over to find Jacob at the urging and his gaze was piercing, as if merely looking was withering away the strength and willpower from Jacob's body, but the man nodded and grunted slightly. "Looks good enough. Costume and makeup approved, now go take your place." He waved his hand to shoo the extra away at this point, not realizing that there was a question left unspoken.
 
Jacob stuttered and stammered for a moment, but the director was already on to other things. Shit. He could feel his legs getting weak with fear again as he slowly walks back to the set proper. Just breathe, you don’t even have lines, you’ll figure it out.

He decided to try asking his costars, hopefully they would know what was going on and he could just try to mimic them. He shuffled back towards the other extras dressed like hookers. “Uh, hey, I um, got here kind of late, makeup… stuff. Anything special I should know about this next scene?”
 
Pushing onward to speak with the other extras instead of asking the director, Jacob wouldn't have much trouble approaching them considering they looked rather similar in dress. Unfortunately they weren't much help either as one of the femboys explained. "Gosh you are so lucky to be working with Freya directly. I mean, none of us really know what you'll be doing other than hanging around her car but just being on camera in the same frame must be super exciting right? Can't blame you for nerves."

Directing his eyes over to the car in question would reveal, from a short distance, this individual that certainly must be Freya. The woman was tall and somewhat muscular in an athletic sense and stood with her hips cocked next to the open driver side door of her assigned vehicle. Flawlessly smooth and pale skin was blanketed by midnight black hair that fell down around her shoulders and laid straight and true, not a single hint of a curl to be found. Her outfit was rough and tumble, certainly marking her character as one not to be messed with, as black combat boots gave way to brown cargo pants and a slightly tattered shit beneath an open leather jacket complete with metal studs and pins. She looked strong, fierce, and supremely beautiful no matter what team an individual might typically step up to bat for. To top it all off his eyes couldn't miss the sizeable bulge in her pants, indicating she was packing something other than a pussy underneath.

It was around this time that the voice of the director filtered through the set with the electronic amplification of a megaphone grating on the ears of everyone in attendance. "Everybody get to places! I want to be rolling in thirty seconds or less!" Like a switched had been flipped, the rest of the actors and extras hurried to their assigned positions without delay and that also meant Jacob needed to get over to Freya's vehicle; at least that was all he currently knew about the scene thus far. Hell, he didn't even know Freya's character name or what the movie was about right now with how bad his nerves had surely gotten to him.
 
Not knowing what else to do, Jacob rushed over to the car. Knowing he was just an extra, Jacob felt he had gotten enough to at least look like he knew what he was doing. He was arm candy, he was gonna be next to Freya looking pretty. People were gonna see him and think he was pretty, sexy even. He shook his head, hopefully she could give him some further explanation of his role, just enough so he could make some conscious choice as to how to play himself.

As he approached Freya he tried to hide his nerves. He couldn’t seem to remember anything she’s been in, but even if he had just seen her in the street he’d be intimidated by her, especially in that outfit. With just a few moments left, he shyly cleared his throat and addressed the woman. “Uh, hi, I don't think we've met yet, I’m Jacob, I’m excited to work with you!” He stiffly holds his hand out to shake hers. “How do you, um, wanna play this scene?”
 
"Pssh." Freya brushed off his enthusiasm with the small but easily recognizable noise as she glanced down to his outstretched hand and shook her head slightly. "I'm getting into character kid, just do your thing and don't half-ass anything. Get over there by the other door." She was frustrated but there was a hint of suggestion there that she didn't want to be distracted from her acting by any off-camera conversation considering the mention of getting into character.

To follow up this rebuttal she climbed into the driver's seat and closed the door, getting comfy behind the wheel and doing a few stretches to loosen up her limbs. Her posture and positioning were laid back with the seat on a sharp recline, the typically 'cool' look that hollywood often liked to fall back on, but the shift in her demeanor was electric as the very air around her seemed to grow a touch hotter with the almost imperceptible process of turning into her character role; as if she could lash out with a burst of flame at any moment.

Of course, this still left Jacob in the dark about his overall job and he was left standing by the passenger side of the vehicle with no recourse left but to guess at what to do as the director shouted "Action!"
 
Jacob felt a little hurt by the stars coldness, but he reminded himself that she was playing a very tough and tumble character. He quickly scurried over to the other side of the car, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to get into his own character.

He’d acted enough in high school to know how to slip into character, and he’d picked up enough of the situation to at least start. He took a deep breath and let his body relax, eyes going half lidded, the faintest impression of a smile against his face. He wasn’t sure if he should lean up against the car or not, and decided it was probably safer to just stand there and wait for the director to tel him of he wants him to love. He stands there with one hand on his hip as he lets his eyes drift from left to right and back again, eyeing up the imaginary people walking by off camera.

Some part of him was really excited to be looking like such a slut with a perfectly reasonable excuse, of course he’d never admit that. He tucked his manhood firmly enough in his panties that they didn’t pop out, even as he began to feel himself get excited. All part of the character, I’m just pretending to be a slut, that’s all.
 
As the scene began to play out around them Freya looked over coolly, casually to Jacob with a slight raise of an eyebrow. He'd get the feeling that she was waiting for him to do his part and from a couple of the other actors and extras in the backdrop it looked like this was some kind of gang meet-up where hookers were draping themselves upon the passenger doors of the other vehicles in what was very obviously attempts at propositioning the exchange of service for wealth. Not every individual was inside their car of course, plenty were sitting around near the center stage and drinking, smoking, and otherwise talking amongst themselves but the individuals in their vehicles seemed generally more capable at a glance; likely higher ranking members of this group for the most part maintaining some distance at this gathering.

From the actual behind the lens aspect he'd be able to see that the main camera was panning wide and slow, likely some kind of establishing shot of the situation and it appeared that it would swing around and settle on Freya when all was said and done. That thankfully meant he was likely out of frame for the moment, but he had mere seconds to figure out what he wanted to do before the director would notice and potentially scold him should things not be playing out as he desired.
 
Jacob briefly glanced around and quickly picked up on what was happening, bending over and resting his forearms on the windowsill of the passenger side door. He stuck his ass out, the black dress riding up on him and leaving the lacy black panties on full display. He uses the moment as an excuse to look down at Freyas bulge. All part of the character. He brings his eyes back up to her, biting his lower lip.

If one got close enough to Jacobs ass, they could see the little bulge in the front of his panties start to twitch and become more noticeable.
 
From inside the vehicle Freya started talking to him as soon as he took the proper position. There were no boom microphones nearby so anything they said was between them for now but even still she remained in character, smirking with a sultry confidence of someone clearly here to wind down and blow off some steam. "Think you can handle me?" She paused for effect before continuing. "What are you offering cutie? And what's the going rate?"

Meanwhile the camera was surely just now catching the scene of the vehicle and putting Jacob into frame but it seemed his intuition was correct, or at least close enough that the director saw no reason to stop the shoot. It wasn't an exact science of course but, by his estimation of the trajectory of the camera a few moments before, he figured it would settle on her side of the vehicle in another half a minute or so. Not a lot of time for him to be doing much, though he was an extra so that shouldn't be surprising. If anything perhaps it would be a relief; less time that he could mess things up.
 
Jacob was a little confused when Freya began to speak to him, but quickly realized she was just adlibbing in character. As he realized this, he decided it would make sense for him to talk back, there are no mics here, and it would help for the camera to see him talking even if they couldn’t hear him.

He chuckles a little in response to his costar. “I don’t have much to offer, just a warm, soft body.” He looks down at her bulge again, this time letting his eyes stay there. “My normal rate is 50 bucks an hour… but I give discounts to good kissers~”

It was fun getting to act so unlike himself, he felt confident, sexy. It also helped that he got to stare at a hot ladies sensitive bits.
 
Freya chuckled at the mention of his discount and gave a little tilt of her head for him to open the door and climb in. "Guess I'll be paying double then. Right now I'm only looking to get mine." Her eyes were still upon him for the time being, looking to see the reveal of his body without the door in the way, though ultimately her gaze focused mostly upon Jacob's mouth. The shemale would shift her weight a little bit in preparation of what was to come but the raise of her right arm as he got in made it clear that his face was expected to go down into her lap as if he was wasting no time in starting to suck her dick.
 
Jacob felt himself hesitate for just a moment. She didn’t actually expect him to like, hop in, right? Only having a split second to make the call, Jacob decides that Freyas head tilt would have shown up on camera, and so it would look weird if he didn’t get in. Maintaining his sultry expression, he opened the door and slid inside, getting as bold as to put a hand on her thigh, but only that bold. Certainly he wouldn’t just shove his face in his costars crotch. He looked down at her crotch again and then back up at her face, unsure if the camera was still on him, or what to do next.
 
As Jacob got in the car and closed the door behind him Freya wasted no time hooking her hand around the back of his head and pulling him down with a level of strength that seemed superhuman. Of course, she kept the motion smooth and slow enough to look good for the camera but there very much was no way for him to avoid having his face pressed down into her groin. Though her brown cargo pants remained on he was still getting a full view of how sizeable her bulge was. For it to protrude so much from her choice of attire meant she had to be endowed like a pornstar.

Thankfully he didn't have to suffer this situation for long. The camera finished its pan over to catch Freya as she turned her head back to look out the window and after a few more seconds the crackle of the megaphone would come through again as the director shouted "Cut!" Freya would release her grip on his head at this point and relax, knowing that the filming of the next sequence would be starting soon assuming that nothing had gone wrong. "You almost fucked that up. No time for nerves when filming. I'm not covering for you if you can't cut it."
 
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