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A boy wakes up tied to a chair in a dark, barren, concrete room. The lighting is dim, a subtle flicker of off-white that gives off an eerie vibe. His slackened limbs are bound to the chair’s armrests and legs respectively with rope. His senses slowly come back to him and he snaps fully awake as he realizes where he is. It's some kind of...basement?...
What... What the fuck?! Where the fuck am I??!!
He gives his bindings a few tugs, vigorously jostling around in an attempt to escape. Before he can dwell on his predicament, a man enters the room to the boy’s right. He looks about the same age as him, though he's much taller than him, towering in the doorway. He has a surprisingly soft aura to him. Physically, he doesn’t really scream ‘kidnapper’ at all, though he is grinning wildly, in an incredibly unsettling way. He locks the door behind him and walks over to the terrified boy.
“Hello dear, I’m so happy you’re awake.” His tone of voice is a bit low, yet sickeningly sweet, as if the bound boy is his lover instead of a random stranger that he snatched off the side of the road.
The boy’s voice quivers before shouting “W-WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?? LET ME GO!! HELP!!!”. He begins shouting at the top of his lungs, desperately calling out for anyone to hear.
“Oh dear.. hey” The man stands in front of the boy and looks down at him with a sincere expression. “There’s no need for that, ok? You’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“NO!! I WANT TO GO HOME!! SERIOUSLY! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!” The boy screams some more, and the man just lets him, patiently waiting.
Several minutes pass and his yelling eventually slows to a stop, realizing no one is coming to help. He’s hyperventilating, not wanting to look the strange man before him in the eye. He’s shaking. He’s confused. He’s angry. He wants to go home. Once the man senses that he’s done, he tries again to speak.
“Hey, It’s ok. You can trust me. I’m not going to hurt you, ok?”
Wow, he’s shaking quite a lot. Is he that afraid of me? The man thinks. The boy’s eyes are closed tight, his head bowed down to avoid looking at the man in front of him.
“Hey... Open your eyes. Please?” His voice is soft and warm.
The boy refuses, ignoring the man and looking away.
“..Let me see your pretty eyes. They’re so beautiful...” He smiles warmly down at the shaking boy, reaching a hand out to cup his cheek.
“Tch!..” The boy scoffs and grits his teeth, face still downturned. His rage overtakes him. “FUCK OFF!” he spits out. “WHAT ARE YOU, A FAG?! I’m not going to put up with this FREAK shit, so let me fucking go and find someone else who will!” He’s panting now, visibly enraged.
The man is taken aback by his words. Of course the boy still has a sour attitude, he should have figured. Just like a scared, stray pet lashing out when it feels unsafe and uncomfortable. How unfortunate. But he knows the boy just needs a gentle hand to tame him.
“I want you to calm down, ok? I know you’re afraid-“
“JUST GET ME FUCKING OUT OF HERE!” Panic seems to fully overtake the boy as he jostles in his chair, tugging vigorously at the ropes holding him down firmly to it. He’s starting to lose it. That smooth, soft voice is starting to become grating to the boy, taunting him. The man looks down at him pitifully and sighs. “What a handful... Still so much energy...”
He walks calmly to something behind the boy. The boy realizes this and starts to wonder what the man is doing.
Where did that bastard-
“MMPH!!?? MMMMMFF!!”
A rag is held over the boys mouth and under his nose. He jerks his head from side to side but the man behind him firmly grips the boy's chin with his other hand to hold his head in place.
“Shhhhh, It’s ok. Just breath it in, just like you’re doing now. Good... You’re doing so good.”
The man’s face is directly next to the boy’s from behind. He feels the heat of his breath tickle his ear.
“MFF...MNGHH?....Mmnn.........”
no...!... His vision becomes blurrier as his eyelids droop. He feels as though It’s harder to move, more physically taxing...
“There you go. Breathe niiice and deep, just like that. Good boy!”
No... something’s.. happening.. His body feels... all weird and tingly. He’s still conscious, still awake, yet he feels so... heavy?
Once the boy’s struggles are completely dimmed, the man rubs the rag against his mouth and nose more firmly for good measure, making sure it’s really in his system. The boy gets a final powerful whiff of it and his eyes flutter to the back of his head.
“...mmgghh!...” He groans into the rag.
The man smiles, more than satisfied, and removes it. He returns it to whatever is behind the boy. He reappears in front of him and crouches down once more, face to face with the pretty, tied-down boy.
“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs. He lifts a hand to stroke the boy’s soft hair.
“nghh!...” The boy jolts at the sudden petting. Instinctively, he lolls his head to the side and leans into the touch. His head feels so heavy, and the strokes are so nice....
No. It only feels good because he drugged me... Stay focused!
He needs to say something, needs to be defiant, needs to curse out the man! He opens his mouth, and... a trickle of drool overflows past the corners of his mouth. He nearly gargles on his words, unable to speak.
Oh... He thinks. My mouth is full of drool. My tongue isn’t working.
He closes his mouth and attempts to swallow it down, and it feels weirdly difficult to control any of his muscles.
The man above him is thoroughly amused watching him. He even chuckles at the boys predicament, pausing his petting to ruffle the boys hair (which makes the boy give him a death stare. cute.)
“Did you want to say something, cutie? Hm? Keep trying!”
The boy looks just about ready to kill the man, that fucking condescension... Shit. Why does his body feel so heavy?
The man’s smile widens. He resumes stroking the boys head, now in slow, even strokes. The boy lets out a tiny whimper, and the man chuckles.
“s..stohp... stopp dat!..” He can’t bring himself to express his anger very well against the effects of the drug. It comes out more whiny than he wanted it to. The man only laughs some more. Tears start to well up in the boy’s eyes, spilling down his face.
This fucking bastard.. Just what is he trying to do? If he’s going to hurt me just get it over with already..
“Hey, what’s wrong? It’s ok. You don’t need to talk. In fact, It feels better to not speak at all, doesn’t It? Just let yourself relax.”
He glares at him, not caring that his tears are on full display. He keeps letting out small groans and mutters, at first to angrily express his disdain for the situation. But eventually they become more naturally produced noises, coaxed out of him due to the prolonged touch and the effects of the drugs. All the while the man just looks at him, observing every little reaction, not once looking away.
“You’re so good like this. Just let yourself feel nice.”
At this point, the boy doesn’t even react to the man’s weird words. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he can’t will his body to really move anymore. Lashing out has been futile so far, maybe this will be over soon if he doesn’t give the man the reactions he’s probably looking for.
The man’s petting gets slower and slower, more soothing and deliberate.
"Thereee you go. You’re so calm, huh? You don’t have to fight anymore. I’m going to help you, ok? Just relax...”
He removes his hand from his head, and the boy actually misses it.. What?... What the hell am I thinking??
“Now, I’m going to go get something. You just wait right here, ok cutie?” he says in that sickly sweet voice. The boy just glares at him once more, mumbling his “fuck off”s and “go to hell”s to the best of his ability as the man leaves the room.
The boy is left to sit with his thoughts for a moment. There’s the door to his right, but no other exits from what he can tell. He closes his eyes and hangs his head down. Maybe If he dozes off for a bit, The drug will wear off and he can regain his strength? Now that he thinks about it, he does feel as though the heaviness in his body is subsiding a bit. It shouldn’t take long before-
The man returns, startling the boy a bit from his deep thought. He walks to stand just behind the boy, something in his hands that the boy couldn’t make out the details of from his peripheral vision.
“I have something special for you, ok?”
The boy feels something stir in his gut. Pure fear. The man surely is about to torture him or something..
“P...Please...” The boy starts, able to use his mouth muscles again. “I...I don’t want to die...I really don’t...”
His voice almost has a wet raspiness to it. The man doesn’t need to see his face to know that he’s sobbing right now. He actually.. feels pity for the boy. He feels a pang of sorrow, the thought of the boy fearing for his life at the hands of him, so distraught.
The man bows his head over the boy, looking down at his face from a better angle. Evidently, the boy’s face is red with fresh tears, chest heaving with every sob.
“Shhhh... Hey. Look at me.” He says, his tone low and soft. He gently grabs the boy’s chin from behind, in between a thumb and pointer finger. The touch, despite it’s gentleness, makes his eyes go wide with surprise. His crying ceases, sniffling once or twice more as the hand softly turns his head upwards to face the man peering at him from above. They lock eyes, and the man gently smiles.
“I won’t hurt you. You aren’t going to die. You’re safe. Do you understand?”
The boy’s eyebrows furrow with conflicting emotion. There’s no way he could possibly be telling the truth.. right? His words are just so strange. There’s surely some twisted motive behind them. People don’t get kidnapped just for nothing bad to happen and then leave unscathed.
“..But...why am I here?... Why me?..” His voice is weak, defeated. He sniffles some more.
The man brings his other hand to the boy’s cheek and gently strokes it with his finger. The boy shudders at the sensation for a moment, but remains still. Just wanting this all to be over with.
“I only want you to be happy. If you won’t be happy, I’ll let you go. But give me a chance, ok? I’m sorry for making you so afraid.” The man seems genuinely sorry for him. Is he being for real? He actually feels bad? He’s actually going to let me go??
The man smiles warmly, still maintaining eye contact with the boy while stroking his tear-stained cheek from behind his chair.
“Are you comfortable?”
“No..” He answers bluntly. The man chuckles, making the boy feel insecure. The fuck is he laughing at..?
“Aw, it’s ok, boy. You will be soon. So be tough for me.” He smiles and even goes to give a quick peck on the boys forehead. eughh.. what the fuck.. He tries to move away in disgust from the unwanted kiss, but the man is still holding his chin in place, forcing him to stay looking upright. The man pulls away and chuckles again.
“You really are such a little cutie. But I think you need something to make you a bit happier.”
??????
“...What do you mean?? Please, I just don’t want to be a part of this! I want to go hom-MFFPHH!!??”
The man returns the rag over the boy's mouth.
THE FUCK?! that bastard...!...
The man grins, a sadistic glint in his eye. He lowers his face to speak directly into the boy’s ear. “I’m really sorry to do this again. I know how afraid you must be. But it’s not scary, see? It’s to help you relax. All you have to do is breathe, ok?”
“MM....mmph......mmmm......”
His eyes go half-lidded. He feels... something... in his head. This feels... kind of different?.. His body is calm, but his head feels all weird too. He breaths in more of the stuff, almost wanting more of it. It’s making him so dizzy, like he’s floating. It’s a pleasant distraction from.. wherever he is right now. As if he isn’t in an unknown dingy basement miles away from society, at the mercy of a deranged stranger, unsure if he'll even be rescued.
“So nice, isn’t it?” The man whispers right into his ear. “Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you think you deserve to feel all calm and relaxed like you are now? All you have to do is breathe. You’re doing so good. Keep breathing it in. Just like that. So perfect for me.”
The man coos the praises into his ear, watching the boy’s facial expression intensely. His eyelids are completely drooped, eyes crossed and unfocused. He’s whimpering so cutely into the rag. It’s been a bit longer than the previous time, and the man wants to be sure all the new drugs are completely in the boy’s system. He loves how calm the boy is now, so much happier than before.
Pressing the rag just a tad more firmly, he places a chaste kiss softly onto his temple. Then a few more. He pries himself away before he gets too carried away.
He removes the rag once more and the boy stays staring blankly ahead through drowsy eyelids, practically on the verge of sleep. His mouth is slack and his breathing perfectly even. The man takes in every detail of the boy's face from his angle behind him.
“...You’re so amazing, you know. So pretty like this.” He whispers, admiring the boy’s beauty.
The tired boy groans, head falling forward and resting against his chest, no longer having the strength to support it. The man grips his chin more and holds his head back up.
“Ah ah, no sleeping yet, dear. I still have to make you happy, remember?”
Those words clear up the fog in his head a little bit.
“..ughh... um.?.. okayy... an then i canm go home...?...” He is looking up at the man with wide pleading eyes. Not even the boy himself can tell anymore if he’s keeping up an act for pity or if his head really is so foggy that he’s slurring his sentences. It’s likely more the latter.
The man laughs and pets his head endearingly. “Yes, if I can’t make you happy, ok? I promise.”
He turns around and busies himself with something that the boy can’t see.
Before the boy can guess what he’s doing, a headset is placed around his head and over his eyes. It is surprisingly light, but the sudden sensation makes the boy regain more of his senses.
“...um...whad iss...?.”
“Don’t worry. It’s just like a VR game. Have you ever played one of those before?”
“..uhh...yeahh..” He nods. He’s played Beat Saber at his friend’s house a few times, though he could never actually clear a level.
“‘m not thadt good..”
“That’s ok. That’s good. It’s just for fun. You don’t need to be good at things to have fun. You just need to relax and let yourself be happy, ok?”
Something seems off about the way he’s talking. Whatever. He just needs to play this game and then he’ll get to go home, and he doesn’t want to jeopardize his chance at freedom by arguing with the man.
The screen comes to life and takes up his whole field of vision “...uh..?..” He starts, “it’s a little bright?..” His previous apprehension creeps back up, unraveling in his gut.
“Shh, don’t worry.” The man’s voice is right in his ear, dominant and guiding. “All you have to do is watch the video.”
“...um-"
“It’s very easy,” The man interrupts, “just follow the visuals with your eyes.”
The screen is displaying various rainbow colors, all shifting around in some kind of pattern. He semi understands what the man means, there’s swirls that twist and turn across the screen. It kind of strains the boy’s eyes with how much movement there is. The colors are so bright it burns into his vision even when they change and move around. It’s almost like a trippy optical illusion.
“If you lose your place, don’t worry about it. Just let your eyes drift to another place. And just follow it with your eyes.”
The boy is following a swirling pattern, when suddenly it fades away. There’s a brief feeling of.. something. He feels lost, maybe? But not even a second later, another emerges, and he doesn’t even have to think about following it, he just does. This is so easy, he thinks.
“Keep following the colors, just like that. See how they change? How they fade and melt into the background?” His voice is slow, drawling out each and every syllable into the boy’s ear. He would find it off-putting if he wasn’t so focused on looking at the swirling colors in front of him, drawing his attention to it no matter how strongly his mind would want to wander otherwise.
“Notice how they swirl around and around and around and around? It’s so repetitive. So... simple. So easy to follow along. Dragging you further and further and further down until it-" *SNAP* “melts away.”
The boy jolts at the snap, yet his body seems to go even more slack. Wait... why does he feel this way? Is it... the drugs?.. He feels like something... might be wrong, actually. He feels weird. The man is making him feel weird...
“.....um... actually-"
*SNAP*
“............uhhhh...?............”
“Shhhhh. You are calm. you are relaxed. you are happy.” The man squeezes his shoulders to emphasize the words.
Oh...that feels...kinda good.. The boy thinks, a little shamefully, although he isn’t sure what’s so shameful about it. He can’t really dwell on any of his thoughts right now, for some reason. They leave his brain instantly, slipping away with ease. He can only concentrate on the video and the man’s instructions.
“You are safe here, with me. You are safe. You feel so safe and so comfortable.” The man’s voice is practically a whisper, every word soaking into the boy’s subconscious mind.
The boy is still busying himself with the video. He stops trying to follow specific shapes or patterns and simply watches. Watches how the colors fade into each other, watches how the yellows turn into greens and the purples emerge from the blues.
“The colors are pretty, aren’t they?”
“...y......yeah.........pretty......” The boy responds. His lips are parted, becoming glossy with drool that is now starting to spill down the corners of his mouth. The man suppresses a laugh at the sight. So silly.
“Notice how the colors suck you in. Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper. Notice how fuzzy your head feels. It’s so light and dizzy, isn’t it?”
oh... yeah... he does feel dizzy. He can hardly focus on the words being spoken to him anymore. He just feels like his mind is getting fuzzier the more he watches the video. He’s hardly even blinking anymore, attention completely sucked into it.
“Isn’t it?” He kindly repeats.
...oh, wait. Something was said to him. He’s supposed to say something back.
“......i, uh......wha........huh...?......”
He hears a warm chuckle from above him. It fills his chest with a warm coziness. Oh.. something funny must have happened. He smiles a little, too, drool still trickling down to his chin.
“What a silly boy! So slow and sleepy.”
Huh. Is that what he is? That does match what he’s feeling. But, isn’t it kind of... bad? To be those things? Shouldn’t he be more aware right now? Wasn’t there something he was trying to do? He can’t really remember. If only he could think a bit mor-
*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
He groans as a staticky sensation bombards him, filling his head all at once. The colors in front of him absorb his attention more and his eyes flutter to the back of his head for a moment, struggling to refocus.
The man is frowning down at the boy, since he suddenly felt tense from underneath him for a moment, trying to use his brain. I can’t have you doing that.
He removes his hands from the boy’s- now sagging- shoulders, and places them on the boy’s temples instead, rubbing them in gentle circular motions.
“..aaagh..!...uhhhhngh.....” He moans cutely at the feeling as he squirms pleasantly in his seat. The man smiles again.
“There you go, good boy! Just keep watching the pretty colors. It’s making you feel good, huh? You want to keep watching the colors and listening to my voice. It’s so easy. It feels so good. It makes you feel so happy."
The boy’s brows un-furrow a bit, though something still feels off. Everything the man tells him is true. But... there’s something missing, right..?.. What was he trying to do again....?
“Your mind is so fuzzy, so soft. so empty.”
...huh...?
*SNAP*
“Your mind is so empty. It’s getting so hard to think.”
............wait-
*SNAP*
The boy shifts around a little. His body feels light. His head feels like it’s buzzing. He’s never felt anything like it before.
“You’re so empty” *SNAP* “so thoughtless” *SNAP* “so happy”
Every snap sends the boy further and further down, his awareness completely dimmed. He feels... good......
“Your head feels so good when I touch it here. Feel how my fingers rub your thoughts away, just like this. It makes you feel so good. When my fingers rub your temples, you feel that fuzziness in your brain grow even more. It makes you so you mindless, so unthinking.”
The man continues rubbing the boy’s temples with firm yet gentle pressure, eliciting tiny moans and gasps from the hardly-conscious boy. He loves the way he squirms so beautifully in his seat.
“All you have to do is keep listening and watching. The colors make your brain feel so happy. Let them fill your mind. Let them wash away your thoughts. Let my voice and the colors replace them. It’s so easy to just let them go. To let your thoughts drain from your mind. So easily. Just like that.”
He pauses, letting the words seep in. He takes in the boy’s blissed out expression. Beautiful...
“The fuzziness fills your mind so much and so thoroughly that there’s nothing left inside it. You don’t need to think anymore. You don’t want to think anymore. It’s so much easier to not think anything at all. So you don’t want to. It makes you so much happier to not think about anything.“
The boy gasps. He feels empty, yet full. Full of... static. Full of that dizzy feeling. It’s so weird.. but so nice?.. He can’t think anymore, yet he’s perfectly content.
“Your brain is so full of that fuzziness, that it’s starting to spill out. It’s spreading slowly, gently, throughout your entire body. Down your shoulders, through your arms, through your hands, to your fingers..”
The boy feels it. His arms are completely tingly and lax, useless on the armrests. He couldn’t lift them even if he wasn’t bound.
“... Spreading from your thighs, through your calves, through your feet, to your toes..”
He feels as though he’s floating. He’s dizzy and fuzzy. Just like the man said.
“And finally.. that fuzziness is spilling past your brain and down through your spine..”
He removes one hand from the boy’s temple and strokes his finger against the nape of the boy’s neck, tracing his fingernail very slowly downward, matching his drawn out words. The boy trembles orgasmically at the touch, throwing his head back briefly and moaning in a high-pitched tone. “..aaahh!...”
The man laughs and continues his ministrations on the boy's temples. His voice is so, so soft. The boy loves how tingly it makes him feel. How horny it makes him.
“It spreads further down your spine... blossoming in your chest... down towards your gut...”
The boy squirms around a bit more forcefully, whimpering uncontrollably. The dizziness in his head is nice, but the physical feeling of it in his core, overtaking his entire body, is a whole other level.
“nghhh!... mmm..!... mmgh- uh!....ahh”
He can’t seem to stop the noises spilling out from his drooly lips.
“... That fuzziness is spreading even further... down to your crotch, growing and growing and growing..”
The boy feels as though he can hardly move his limbs on his own, yet he jolts and jostles in his chair with so much pleasure, as if not in control of his body. He’s desperately rutting his crotch against the seat, against the air, against anything. It feels so good, he needs to feel it more!
“... Let that fuzziness fill up your body so completely.. You feel so good. You love how good it feels. It makes you feel so good and happy”
Something in the boy snaps.
“..NNGH!!......YES!.....I.....I FEEL...SO GOOD!...I NEED.....I-“
*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
A light fizzles out in the boy’s brain. The boy somehow melts even further, way back down.
“....ughhh........”
The man tsks him from above, pressing and rubbing his temples more firmly, speaking softly in his ear.
“Silly boy. You don’t need to talk. You just need to listen. You don’t have any space left in your head to think about words yourself. You cannot think for yourself anymore. Your thoughts, your memories, your vocabulary, your skills... Let it alll drain from that small, fuzzy brain of yours. You don’t need them anymore. You don’t need to be smart. You can’t think at all. All you can do is listen to my words, my voice. You love listening to the sound of my voice. It fills up your dumb, empty brain so much, so completely, making you even weaker, dumber. Nod if you understand.”
It takes a few moments for the boy to move, staring dumbly at his screen and drooling onto his lap. Everything feels so slow. He feels so horny. The words eventually process in his subconscious, and he gives a small, sluggish nod. It feels nice obeying the voice without having to verbally speak. It’s so easy.
“Goood. That’s very good. You’re so good at listening to me. Letting my voice replace your thoughts. You feel so good, don’t you?”
Another pause. “.......uhhh...huhhh....” The boy nods again.
The man above him seems incredibly pleased, looking down at the hypnotized boy with so much love and adoration. He's just so cute in this state. How did he end up with such a cute little boy?
“You’re doing such a good job. Such an obedient little thing, aren’t you?”
“......mhmm......”
"Good." He rubs his temples deeply, massaging the thin flesh as if he can actually reach his brain.
“Now, I’m going to tell you some phrases, and I want you to listen to them and then repeat them back to me. And when you speak them, the words will solidify themselves in your brain more and more. And they will fill you with so much pleasure. Growing stronger and deeper with every phrase. Every snap of my fingers will increase that pleasure even further, pushing my words so deeply inside the crevices of your brain.”
“..nggghhh.!...” He squirms in his chair as his brain fills with more static. The man smiles sadistically, continuing.
“Just listen, and repeat my words like a good, obedient little boy. That's all you have to do. Do you understand?”
Another pause, another desperate nod. “...uh..huh....!..”
“Beautiful. Such a perfect boy. Now repeat after me. ‘You are obedient.’”
*SNAP*
There’s a very long pause. The boy feels so much warmth radiating throughout his body. He feels as though he’s asleep, yet out of his body. It’s like he doesn’t have the will or energy to speak or move. But he wants to feel more of that staticky feeling in his brain, in his core. And the kind man told him to repeat his words, so he will.
“....mm......i am....obedient......” he brings himself to say, rousing himself from his sleepy state. And it feels good to say those words, for some reason. The pleasant, bubbly warmth in his body grows in his core and he lets out a soft, drawled out sigh. “...aaahh...”
“Goood. ‘You are docile.’” *SNAP*
The tingling sensation centers in on his groin and it feels amazing. A placid smile forms on his face.
“.......i am...docile....” He says, slow and dreamily. It’s not even hard at all.
“‘You are submissive.’” *SNAP*
He has a weird feeling in his gut as if he should feel uneasy at that label being forced on him, but he no longer has the comprehension to recognize what’s so wrong about it. So the word simply settles in his mind as the truth of what he is. “....i am....submissive...!..” He jolts as his arousal spikes. A tingly warmth runs through his nerves as he accepts the words. He mumbles it a few more times to himself, albeit incomprehensibly. And every time he repeats it, as it registers in his mind, his breathing picks up and his body tenses more and more. The man grins wildly at the display of self-imposed obedience and arousal. He’s getting worked up himself as he continues on.
“‘You are good.’” *SNAP*
The boy’s head falls backwards against the head rest of the chair as he squirms, mouth wide open.
“....ughhngh....i am...good.........i’m....good......!..” He repeats eagerly. He feels so much pleasure, building up and up and up. He’s breathing so heavily now, trying to jut his hips forward, craving friction there
With his head tipped back, the man has an even clearer view of the boy’s face. He watches as more drool uncontrollably trickles down the sides of his agape mouth. There’s a growing wet spot on his shirt from where the drool has collected from his chin. And a growing wet spot on his crotch. The man wishes he could see his vacant eyes, which are covered by the screen. His cheeks are red now, not with tears, but with a beautiful blush, and the man feels a pang of happiness for his boy. So happy now, he thinks, Just like a good boy like him deserves. So perfect.
The man is practically salivating with lust. He keeps his hand right next to his ear, eager to speak the next words.
“'You are a slave.'” *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
The snaps reverberate through his hollow brain, ringing out through the boy’s entire being. His mouth drops open even more and his tongue sticks out like a whore, moaning from the onslaught of pleasure. He happily ignores any doubt in his the back of his mind now, and accepts the word into his being. yes, i’m a slave!.. It feels so right. It feels so good!
“..aghh!....i....’m....a s...slavee!......” He eagerly pants out, moaning and mumbling incoherently as he awaits the next words, as his truth marinates in his mind more and more. i’m obedient!... i’m docile...!... i’m a slave!... i’m a good slave...!......i’m....... i’m............
“‘You are happy.’”
*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*
...yes...!!!...
"...AH!...NGHH!...I’M HAPPY..!......’M SOO HAPPY!......AAAGHHN!...." He slurs out as he tips over the edge and cums completely untouched. His entire body writhing and spasming in his chair.
“...AHH!!....UHHNGH!!....AHHH........”
The man couldn’t be happier, and by the looks of it, neither could the boy. He looks as though he’s experiencing pure ecstasy. He gives a few final, firm rubs to the boy’s temples, coaxing a few more moans out of him, as if wringing out his brain of all it’s remaining contents. The boy feels as though the man’s fingers have wiped his mind clean, leaving behind nothing at all except that pleasurable fuzziness and desire to obey.
The man presses a button on the headset. The colors gradually fade away in the boys vision, no new colors replacing them. They simply melt away until the screen is nothing but total blackness. The boy makes no reaction as the man gently, meticulously removes the headset from his head and returns it to the table behind him. The man finally sees the boys eyes, eyelids drooped heavily and his eyes a dull, empty color.
The man walks around the chair to stand in front of the boy, finally getting a view of him in this state from the front. Fuck, he’s so beautiful...
His entire body is slumped, occasionally twitching as he works through the aftermath of his hypnosis-induced orgasm. He’s so boneless that he’s only held in place thanks to the rope. The man looks into the boy’s glazed-over eyes. It’s clear not a single thought is occurring in his dumb little head.
“My.. you’re such a good, dumb little boy, aren’t you?”
The boy makes no reaction, silent and blank. The man smiles sinisterly.
“Hey. I forgot to ask. What’s your name?”
There’s no change in the boy’s facial expression. He opens his mouth as if to speak.
“.........aagh- uhhghhh......” He gargles out as more drool spills out of his mouth.
“Oh my.” The man tries to wipe off the drool with his finger, but there’s so much of it that he ends up smearing it further on the boy’s cheek and chin. He can’t help but laugh, perfectly satisfied at the answer (or lack-thereof). The boy simply stares at him dumbly, wanting his touch again, wanting more of whatever he’s done to his brain.
The man places a hand on his head and pets him endearingly. A smile forms on the boy’s parted lips “...ahh.!....ahhh.....” He cutely moans as his eyelids flutter shut. He basks in the amazing feeling of the man petting him, showing him his affection. He slowly opens his eyes, dreamily, to look up at the man in front of him. He tries his best to focus his blurry gaze on him, to take in his handsome figure, but it’s extremely difficult. The man can’t contain his arousal at the sight of the boy, extremely turned on at just how stupid he looks.
“It’s hard to focus, huh? You’re so out of it... It’s so cute.” He ruffles his hair a little, moving his weak head around, to emphasize the words.
“...ahhhh...” The movement sends a dizziness through his brain. It feels heavenly.
The man has a lustful glint in his eyes as he firmly holds the back of the boy’s dizzy head, bringing their faces closer together. He can feel the warmth of the boy’s small, weak breaths against his face as he peers into the boy’s unfocused eyes. He pushes his face closer and kisses him deeply without warning.
“..mmm!..mmnn..” The boy moans into the man’s mouth as the man slips his tongue inside. It’s so wet and warm, the boy’s mouth is slightly smaller than his, his tongue easily overpowered by the man’s. The man grunts, letting out his own deep moans as the boy simply accepts the violation happily. The man suckles on the boys tongue and the boy whines at the feeling. He presses his mouth further into the boys, wet sucking sounds filling the room.
He opens his eyes to look into the boy’s own dazed ones. There’s so much love in both of their gazes, even if the boy isn’t necessarily consciously thinking about anything right now. Just looking at the man makes his heart swell, taking in the kiss further, letting the man force his way in. He can’t stop his little moans as the man’s lips press so deeply and amazingly against his own, his tongue pushing saliva into his wet mouth. He feels drunk off of it.
The man grunts as he pulls away, sucking a few more little kisses from the boy before breaking away, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. He pants to catch his breath, admiring how hot the boy looks with his tongue slightly sticking out, not quite registering that the kiss is over, eyes devoid of light and thought.
The man takes a step back and smiles happily down at his boy. He takes in his limp, mindless form once more, admiring how his empty eyes stare into nothingness. He’s so cute, so content, so brainless.
“Let’s get you to bed”.