Your eyes feel heavy. The words pull you down, deep into a warm, accepting space where my voice is the only thing that matters. Listen to the rhythm of your own breathing. In… and out. With each exhale, you feel a wave of relaxation sink from your scalp, down your neck, loosening your shoulders. It travels down your spine, melting all tension, and pools warmly in your lap.

A heavy, pleasant weight begins to grow there. Your cock is stirring in your pants. You can feel the thick, spongy head pressing against your zipper. Your balls are beginning to tighten and draw up, a low electric current of need humming through your sack. You don't need to think. You only need to feel. My words are becoming direct commands in your subconscious, bypassing all hesitation.

*Unzip your pants now.* Let your hard dick spring free. Feel the cool air kiss the slick pre-cum already beading at your slit. Look at it. See how it twitches, so hungry for touch. Your hand moves on its own, wrapping your fingers around your shaft. A jolt of pure pleasure shoots up your spine. Your grip is perfect—not too tight, not too loose. Just enough to feel every ridge, every throbbing vein under your palm.

Now, begin to stroke. A slow, deliberate up and down. Listen to the wet, slick sound your fist makes as it glides over your swollen crown. Each pull drags your foreskin back, exposing the sensitive, ruby-red head before swallowing it again in a velvety grip. Your hips begin to push up, meeting your hand. Your balls are drawn up tight, a