There's a really good smell

As you're about the protest, your eyes drop down to take a look at what's there and suddenly you stop. You smell something really good, and it seems to be emanating from... right there... between his legs.

"So..." says Dylan, a knowing smile on his face. But you don't pay too much attention- all of your focus has now been zoomed in on his erect cock, and no matter how much your mind protests, you drop down on your knees and begin to crawl forward, mouth already open.

"Wow, didn't know you wanted some juice that much," jokes Dylan in the background. As you begin to wrap your lips around his hard member, you look up at him briefly, your eyes slightly full of rage because of what you are doing, but you can't dwell too long on that feeling because soon the taste of his cock enters your mouth and you feel utter bliss. In the background, you hear the sound of Dylan's phone, knowing that he just turned video on, but you can't muster the strength to care. All you care about at that moment is to suck Dylan's cock.

This goes on for some time- you have no idea how long it takes, but now Dylan takes his hand and, as you bob your head along his member, he pushes your head down, forcing you to deepthroat it. You don't have a gag reflex, so thankfully you don't feel extremely uncomfortable. A warm, salty fluid pours down your throat and touches your tongue. It tastes incredibly good- you feel like you could drink it for eternity. After a while, Dylan's hand relents, and you pry yourself away from his cock as the trance you were just in fades and the horror of what just occurred hits you.

"What....did you do?" you say, feeling anger rise inside you.

Dylan's smile is too wide for comfort. "You just really wanted my cum, didn't you?"

"Don't screw with me!" you say, standing up and balling your fists. Dylan's smile gets even wider, which makes you even more annoyed and irritated. "What did you do to me?" You begin to take some steps closer when Dylan suddenly raises his hands and claps them together. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize the extent to which Dylan has hypnotized you. The idea of 48 hours without getting knocked up seems to be fading away as...