Basics
- Hypersexual 20-something-year-old
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- Intersex + Genderqueer
- A combination of butch and twink
- The body uses it/its and xe/xyr pronouns
- We're also trying out ze/hir for now
- A very large system
- Some headmates will tag posts with an identifier
- Somewhat of a switch
- Mostly subs and/or bottoms
- Some tops (few) and doms (very few)
- In a relationship with a mad scientist 🧫💚
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Previous URLs: nestposting, parasiticpet, biteshy
More information (read: kinks) are under the cut.
We all generally like:
- Most "basic" kinks
- Oral fixations
- BDSM
- Heats/Ruts, ABO/omegaverse in general
Several headmates like:
- Power dynamics
- Worship
- Roleplaying themes (Situations that can't happen irl)
- Psyche related
- Gore, Torture, etc.
- Vore themes
Hard limits:
- "Stuckage", Tickling, Physically wrestling
- Macro/Micro, Fantasy-based sizeplay in general
- Dragons
- Infantilism
- Medical, Military
- Unintentional exposure (i.e. clothing malfunctions)
a story about a hypnotist suspecting that their coworker likes being hypnotized.
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the thing about being a hypnotist was, the habits were hard to kick. time learned some of the most effective ways to guide people and communicate from it, and there just wasn't any reason not to use that knowledge in their daily life.
it wasn't like they were doing full inductions to people, or anything like that. but if someone was anxious, or they had a question at work, or needed help with something, time knew how to keep things simple and direct their focus, how to praise them for what they did right before correcting any mistakes. comparing it to hypnosis made it a little more fun for them, a little less mundane, like some secret little mind game - even if really, just using a few of those speech patterns and a slightly softer tone wasn't going to have any kind of hypnotic effect on anyone who didn't already see it as hypnotic, and the only thing time wanted out of those interactions was for the problem to be resolved, anyway. they were pretty sure some people even found it kind of annoying or condescending, but it was kind of fun to piss people off with it sometimes, too.
they thought jim was going to be one of those people. he started working at their job, and he was clearly serious and competent, but very stubborn. he seemed like the kind of person who would rather bash his head against a wall over and over in the hopes it would somehow fix a problem than ask for help. it wasn't that he didn't listen if someone did step in and tell him how to do something, but it always seemed like he was forcing himself to hold in his frustration and annoyance with them and the whole situation the entire time. that was the impression they got watching him, anyway.
that's why, when they finally had the opportunity to help him with something themself, they wanted to push him a little bit, to see how he'd react.
they leaned over him to look at his computer, a little closer than most people probably would've liked. "having trouble with something?" they asked, slowly and softly, exaggerating that tone. "it's alright, i can probably walk you through it. what are you having trouble with?"
he seemed tense, as they expected, but it was a little different than the reactions they'd seen from him when other people talked to him. like he froze for a second, almost.
"i just... some of these emails aren't moving over," he said. "and i didn't realize i was supposed to put the 'from' ones in the sent folder. is it fine if i have duplicates in the other folders and in the sent one?"
"yeah, that's just fine. and you can just wait on the ones that aren't moving right now... just move on, and come back to them later... and if they're still there... we'll try to figure out what's going on. if it's just a few of them, it's probably alright, anyway." it was kind of a shame he didn't have any bigger or more involved problems, they really wanted to take him through some multi-step process, but they guessed it was unlikely he'd need that much help for such a simple task.
"alright," he said. "thank you."
it was hardly a reaction, even though they were really trying to annoy him. they had to try pushing just a little more.
"you know, you don't need to be so tense, jim," they said, softening their voice to an almost comical degree. "have you been stressed lately? you can relax a little... take some deep breaths every now and then... it might help. it might help you relax... it might help you feel better."
his eyes were wide. his breathing was a bit slower and deeper.
then he blinked quickly. "i, uh... i'm fine, thank you," he mumbled, shifting away from them. "you can get back to your work. i don't need any more help."
they backed off, but hesitated for a moment, staring at him.
that didn't seem like anger in his voice or body language. he seemed flustered. were they imagining that?
they knew they had to test more of jim's reactions.
the next day, they greeted him.
"good morning," he politely responded.
he seemed like he was about to walk away, but they stopped him. "hey," they said, stepping closer. "you look a little tired today. how did you sleep?" really he always looked tired, but that didn't matter.
"i slept fine," he said.
"oh yeah?"
his eyebrows furrowed. "yeah," he said.
"maybe i'm imagining it," they continued, trying to be subtle as they lowered their voice and spoke more slowly and deliberately, "but you just look so sleepy to me. like you're still half-asleep. like you never really fully woke up. you know what i mean?"
he blinked again, averting his eyes, his cheeks turning pink. "i'm- i'm fine," he responded, stepping back.
"well, if you say so," they said, not wanting to push him any farther yet. "sorry for assuming." their apology probably didn't sound very sincere, but it didn't really matter. that wasn't the point.
the point was the look he gave them. they couldn't know exactly what he was thinking, but from his reactions, they had to wonder. was he trying to figure them out, too? was he silently asking himself if someone could really be testing him, testing to see whether he'd been hypnotized before, or if it was all just a coincidence? was he debating whether he should say something, whether he should ask about it?
they had a new game to play, now.
it was noteworthy to them that he never stopped them from approaching him in the first place. he'd let them get close, he'd return their greetings, he'd listen to them. he'd even take their offers to eat lunch together. he was still a pretty quiet and reserved sort of person, and their conversations stayed casual and relatively impersonal, but he clearly didn't dislike them.
that meant they could fuck with him a little.
"you know, jim," they said during their break, "my eyes have been bothering me today, for some reason."
"allergies?" he asked.
"i don't know. do they look red or anything?" they leaned closer to him.
he didn't normally make much eye contact, but he did look at their eyes carefully this time. they were sure to stare right back.
"they look fine to me," he finally said, with his usual demeanor.
just looking into them wasn't enough, then. "hold on," they said. "can you look a little closer?"
his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes moved away from them, signs they'd begun to recognize. "i think i would've been able to see if something was wrong."
"just let me look at your eyes again. i want to see something."
that got him to look back at them.
"come a little closer."
he moved toward them, eyebrows still furrowed, eyes still looking directly into theirs. "what is it?" he asked.
"it's just kind of interesting," they said, slipping into a mildly hypnotic, teasing tone, "how with eyes like yours, you can really see those pupils dilate."
he just stared for a moment. "...can you?"
"yeah," they said. "sometimes the pupils dilate when you're really focused on something... when you're really looking at something. like you're doing right now, looking into my eyes."
they were dilating a bit, but more importantly than that, he was completely still while he looked at them, his eyes fixed on theirs. his expression seemed to have softened a little, as well, and an unmistakeable blush spread across his face.
normally when they started using that hypnotic tone, he'd get flustered and back away, but now, it was like he was stuck. they wondered if they could've gone into a whole hypnosis session with him right then and there, if they really wanted to.
"you've been looking for a while now... how long are you gonna stare?" they asked.
he blinked, his eyes finally darting away. he was definitely blinking more than he really needed to. it was a cute tell, like it was his way of trying to shake off a light trance.
"you alright?"
"i'm fine," he said, pausing for a second. were the words not coming to him? were his thoughts slow, or was he just too flustered to know what to say? "maybe something's wrong with my eyes today, too," he finally added, with the faintest smile. a joke.
"maybe i should take another look, then."
he looked like he was almost considering it.
"you know, you might be straining your eyes looking at the computer so much," they continued. "you should spend some more time staring off into the distance. you don't actually even have to be looking at anything specific. it's enough to just pretend you're looking at something far away."
"you really want to see me stare, don't you?"
"seems like you're pretty good at it."
he didn't respond. they could almost see him thinking, trying to decide what to say, weighing his options.
but they knew he wasn't going to say anything. he knew what they were doing. there was no point in saying it. it would just ruin the game.
they quietly approached his chair while he was working, standing behind him, watching carefully until they were sure he was completely absorbed in his work.
they held their hand up, positioning their fingers just right, producing a clear, satisfying snap.
he jumped.
"oh, that got your attention, didn't it?"
he turned to face them. "what is it?"
"just trying to figure out how i can pull you away from your work for a second. you get so focused. if i just talked to you, i'm not sure you'd even hear me."
"well, not everyone is as easily bored and distractible as you are," he said, turning back to the computer.
"you're just so intense about it." they leaned forward, putting a hand on the back of his chair and taking on a smug, indulgent tone. "it's like you're in a trance."
he shifted, a small movement that made them wonder if that sent a chill down his spine. his eyes darted away again, even from the screen in front of him.
"are you just here to distract me?" he asked.
"yeah, pretty much."
"you've gotten pretty good at that," he muttered.
"really, though," they said, "you don't have to try so hard all the time. you can't really give 100% every day, you know."
"i just want to get things done."
"they'll still get done if you do a little less at a time. like, you know..." they spoke slowly. "90 percent... 80 percent... 70 percent... 60 percent... maybe even less than that... 50 percent... 40 percent..."
jim had plenty of time to interject, to say that he got it already, but he didn't. they started stretching out the words even more. "thirty... percent... twenty... percent... ten... percent... just ten percent. imagine operating at ten percent at work... ten percent of your mental capacity. you'd probably be about as productive as anyone else... but it'd be a little relaxing, wouldn't it? operating at just ten percent... not giving yourself any more than that... because you don't need any more than that."
they saw his shoulders sink a bit. his face was red again.
"i really don't think i can do that," jim responded. "people already know i'm capable of more than that."
"that's why you just decrease it a bit at a time. giving a little bit less every day... feeling that capacity that you allow yourself shrink, bit by bit... percentage by percentage... who can blame you for that? i mean, it's not even a conscious choice... it just starts happening. you know you only have so much mental energy. it's only a matter of time before you start adjusting and adapting... and you learn you don't really need to use all of that energy working here... the brain loves taking shortcuts. saving energy. it's not your fault... it's not your fault that your brain is learning to slow down when you're here."
he exhaled, his breath slightly uneven. he was listening. not only that, he was into it.
"it's only when you're working. because you're saving that energy for other things. you can use it if you really need it. you readjust in response to what you really need." hopefully that would suffice as a safety suggestion. they doubted this would work that well without some repetition and reinforcement, anyway.
"but that's the only way you'd ever use less energy, isn't it? you know that it has to really feel like you can't do any more than that. that your mental capacity is smaller. so much smaller. everything is slower... it's harder to think... but you just settle into that nice, calm feeling... knowing you're doing enough... you'll get there..."
he was working more slowly, his eyes almost glazing over. his furrowed eyebrows shifted into a soft, almost dazed expression.
"do you understand?" they asked. "or is it hard to understand anything right now?"
"i... i understand," he said. "i just..." talking seemed to make him a little more alert and lucid. "god," he said quietly. "it's not really... it's not like i want to be stupid, or anything, but..."
"don't think so much about it," they murmured, and he completely stopped in his tracks, the alertness fading away again.
any sliver of doubt they had was completely gone. this was someone who loved being hypnotized. it probably removed all the doubt from jim's mind about them being a hypnotist, too.
well, it might have removed a little more than just that.
Free use kink is too frequently only depicted as someone being indifferent to being fucked while they work on something. Don't get me wrong, I adore that concept, but I want more representation of being used freely and becoming an absolute mess each time. I want somebody to pull my pants down and pound into me while I'm writing something only for me to immediately let my head fall onto my desk as I drool and beg them for more. It would happen the same way each time; I would fall apart instantly and succumb to their ministrations without hesitating. I want to be used whenever someone wants because of how pliant and willing I am to be a moaning, whining bitch for them. I wouldn't want to ignore them, I would want to reward them for using their favorite toy by screaming their name.
Question as a sort of follow-up to the poll but from a different anon: where are yall finding porn that’s that well written to give you a fictive? That sounds awesome
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me talking about hypnosis to sceptical third parties: "Well, I'd say it rolls out of principled opposition to pseudoscience, if anything. People, even honest people, report seeing ghosts, say they feel better after taking sham medicine. The most parsimonious explanation for that is that the human brain can fudge its own experiences to be in line with social norms and personal expectation. All I'm doing is tapping into that capacity."
me hypnotizing someone: "Actually I have magic powers. You fucked up big time letting me in and now I can do whatever I want to you. Beg nicely and I'll put your brain back together after taking it apart."
a story containing hypnosis, cnc, petplay, kidnapping, breeding, and memory play.
victor approaches someone at a party, thinking he knows them from somewhere, before realizing that he's never seen someone so unfamiliar and unknowable in his life. but this stranger claims to know him.
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victor found himself alone at the party, watching the different groups that had formed and trying to decide if and when to jump into conversation. the friend of a friend who had invited him had already run off somewhere, leaving him with a room full of strangers - which was fine, of course, but made it a bit more difficult to know where to start, how to break the ice.
it was then that he saw him - a tall man with long hair, who was also standing on his own and watching everyone, although it appeared to be less out of awkwardness and more about analyzing them. he was familiar... no, victor definitely knew him somehow, although he couldn't recall from where.
he approached the man, figuring this was a good opportunity to talk to someone. "excuse me," he said, "have we met somewhere?"
the man turned to him, gazing at him with an unreadable expression. the regret was instant - he was struck with the feeling that it was a silly, ridiculous question with an embarrassingly obvious answer. something he really should have known.
"have we?" they simply asked. "do i look familiar?"
it was difficult to tell whether they genuinely wondered, or if they were teasing him, and the longer he looked at them, the more he thought he may have been mistaken. "i... i'm not sure, actually, i'm sorry."
"no, it's alright. just look very carefully," they responded, leaning in closer to him, intimately close. "and listen. do i sound familiar?"
it was a very strange thing to say. he stared at them, listening, almost frozen, not knowing how to even react. surely he would remember someone like this, if he knew them. wouldn't he?
"i don't think so," he muttered. "i must have confused you for someone else, or perhaps you looked different from a distance, or..."
they put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it with their thumb. "are you sure?" they asked. "you're letting me get awfully close. do you usually allow a stranger to invade your personal space like this?"
"no, no, i don't, but--" his mind went blank for a moment. what was this situation? who was this? "you- you're just- strangers don't usually just... it's not that i'm allowing you," he stammered.
"but you are," they murmured. "you're not backing away, are you?"
he wasn't. it was as if he couldn't. he couldn't stop looking, listening, trying to figure out how he ever could have thought this person was familiar. he couldn't even remember what their voice sounded like when they stopped speaking, their face escaped him every time he blinked. it wasn't just that they were a stranger, it felt as if they were simply unknowable, somehow. he didn't quite feel certain they were even human.
they smiled, their hand sliding to his back. "you don't know me?"
"i don't believe i do."
"but i know you."
he blinked, before forcing a laugh. "you're joking. you- you're intentionally being creepy, aren't you?"
"oh, of course i am," they said. "but i do know you."
"did you hear about me from someone here?"
"i couldn't have heard much from any of them," they replied. "none of them know you particularly well, do they? you were invited by a casual acquaintance."
"then-" his throat caught for a second. "then what do you know that they couldn't know?"
their hand slid up to the back of his neck, softly brushing their fingers against the sensitive skin. "i know things that even you don't know about yourself, victor."
"i won't believe it unless you prove it," he said, attempting to keep his voice steady even as he twitched and shuddered.
a part of him did wonder why exactly he was challenging them, why he would egg them on. this was absolutely inappropriate, wasn't it? if they really did know him, they must have been a stalker, or something, if not some sort of demon or monster, if such a thing existed. and their touches were only becoming bolder and more intimate. even if another partygoer looked over at them, they surely would have just assumed they were lovers. no one would step in or think anything of it, if this escalated. the most they would do is tell them to get a room.
still, it felt too late to back away now.
they didn't respond at first, just continuing to caress the back of his neck, staring directly into his eyes. he wanted to think that they had just been bluffing, that they had no response. maybe this was just what they did, going to random parties and making people uncomfortable. that was much more plausible and realistic than any of the other ideas that were floating through his head.
but no. that wasn't it. he knew that wasn't it, somehow.
"is this enough proof?" they finally asked. he felt a slight pinch at the back of his neck.
how is that proof? he thought, but his lips didn't move. no part of him moved - though he was still standing, he felt oddly limp, his arms hanging at his sides, his shoulders slumping slightly. as if he were a cat being scruffed.
was that some sort of human instinct, as well? he had never heard of such a thing. was it just... him?
they let go, rubbing the skin, as if to ease any pain the pinching may have caused, although it hadn't hurt in the slightest. "well?"
he could speak now, but it was a bit more difficult to find something to say. "is that- does that not happen to everyone?"
"if it were so easy to render absolutely anyone completely unable to move or resist, i can only imagine what people would use that for."
it was quite an ominous thing to hear from the person who had just demonstrated that they could do that to him.
but did that really prove that they knew him? "is that some sort of party trick of yours? i still don't believe you."
"oh? so you want to see what else i can do to you?"
"i don't care what you can do to people. i'm asking for proof that you really know me so well."
"and why do you want proof of such a thing?"
"if you're going to make such a bold claim, you had better be able to back it up. i don't believe that you can."
"but you already know, don't you? you can already feel where this is going."
"a cheap psychological trick like that isn't going to work on me. i want proof. genuine proof."
"do you particularly like parties, victor?"
"changing the subject? and if you really know me, you should already know the answer."
"they're enjoyable enough for you, depending on the crowd. it isn't that you dislike socializing, or meeting people. but isn't it odd that you came here, when you aren't particularly close with the person who invited you, and you knew very little about who else would be here?"
"is it really so strange? it's good to have any excuse to get out, after all. what exactly are you getting at? is there some mysterious other reason i came to this party, that only you know?"
"how is it that you were so certain you recognized me one moment, but felt i must be a complete stranger the next? can you tell me who you had mistaken me for? do you know anyone who looks like me, or dresses like me, or has anything in particular in common with me?"
"how should i know? maybe you vaguely reminded me of some actor, or someone i ran into once a long time ago. maybe it was just the angle you were facing, maybe it made you look like someone else. are you just going to keep changing the subject with all of these meaningless questions? do you not have any definitive proof?"
"why is it that every time i pause, you feel as though you can't even recall what my voice sounded like?"
he didn't have a rebuttal for that. he hadn't said anything about that, had he? was it somehow obvious from his face? was it possible to understand such a particular thought just from looking at him? but no matter how well someone knew him, they couldn't just read his mind. was this some sort of ability they had? an effect they had on people? maybe they only knew he felt that way because that was how everyone felt around them.
"you're free to ask anyone else if i have that effect on them. they'll laugh."
he backed away from them, calling over the nearest person who wasn't busy.
"do you know this person?" he asked. "what do you think of them?"
"'this person'?" they laughed. "i dunno. we've only talked once or twice. what do you expect me to say to that?"
"you just had a normal conversation with them? and you remember what they sound like?"
"what, you don't? dude, are you alright?"
the stranger stepped in, putting an arm around victor. "he's just fine."
the other partygoer looked at them both for a moment, before nodding to the stranger. "right, i should've known. that's crazy. does he really, like...?"
"yes, completely."
"damn. i need to go tell jim about this."
with that, they walked off, vanishing back into the crowd, leaving victor more confused than he had been before talking to them.
"what were they asking? about me? why did they ask you? if it was about me."
"that would be quite odd if i didn't know anything about you, wouldn't it?"
"it isn't as if they know me, either. you- it must have just been because you were acting confident."
"and what do you think they thought was going on, then?"
he had this odd feeling that the answer was right in front of him. even through the confusion, the feeling that something wasn't adding up, the nervousness about this stranger, there was this... what was it? he knew he wasn't dreaming, but it was similar to that vague awareness he sometimes had when he was, that instinctive sense that whatever was happening had no actual weight or consequences, even as he experienced it without question.
"i... i should know."
"should you?"
"i shouldn't," he said quickly. "but..."
"shhhh..." they spoke directly into his ear. "you don't know," they whispered.
"i don't know."
"that's right."
a strange tingle crawled down his spine, spreading through his body. it felt warm.
it was so intense and overwhelming that it disrupted his entire train of thought, and it did that so thoroughly that he was only faintly aware that he had just been thinking about anything in the first place. the words had disappeared, leaving nothing but the feelings, the vibes, like waking up from a dream that you can't quite remember.
he had been... suspicious of something? what was he suspicious of? it wasn't the stranger, exactly, it was something else...
"it's so confusing, isn't it?" they said slowly, petting his hair. "it's so confusing..."
it was confusing.
he was interrupted again. but did that matter? there was no point in chasing feelings and vibes - he was interested in the reality of the situation, the actual answers.
"they thought i was on drugs," he said. "that must be what it was. you simply allowed them to have that misunderstanding."
they continued looking down at him, the way you might look at a child as they innocently explained their interpretation of an adult joke that they didn't have the context to understand, knowing that you couldn't correct them, and not wanting to laugh at them, but being unable to completely conceal your amusement. it was funny to them. it was cute to them.
"pr- prove it to me," he said. "if you really know something i don't, then prove it already. i've had enough of this."
"you have the right to make such a demand of me?"
"do you have the right to be so smug? to- to wrap your arm around me, to touch my neck, to pet my hair?"
"victor," they said, seeming to ignore his question entirely, "why do you wear that collar around your neck?"
"it's a choker. i just wear it for the aesthetic."
"it's very obviously made to resemble a dog collar."
"am i not allowed to enjoy the look of it? what sort of question is this? you can't just keep distracting me like this. i told you to-"
"quiet," they said, their voice firm, but not aggressive.
he stopped speaking.
"paw," they said, holding out their hand.
without thinking, he placed his hand on theirs. it happened in an instant, before he could question it, as if it was the most natural response in the world, as natural as a handshake.
"very good. now sit."
it was an involved enough action that part of him was aware, as he was doing it, that it was a strange command, and that there was no reason for him to listen. but he sank down to the floor, positioned much like a dog, keenly aware that his face was now very close to this stranger's crotch.
they reached down to pet him, cooing at him as his face turned red, his heart pounding, his breathing becoming heavy. it would have been so easy for them to push his head closer, against their body. to give him another command. would he have simply listened and allowed it to happen?
he was throbbing. arousal had flooded his body, so suddenly.
they withdrew their hand. "up."
he straightened up, standing again, staring at them with wide eyes.
"speak."
"what- what exactly am i- what am i meant to say? i suppose i'm glad i didn't just bark in response to that! how can i obey so quickly, when you aren't even telling me what i'm meant to do? these simple, one word commands, they could- i could interpret them in so many ways, i could have just searched for a chair to sit in, but i- and why do i feel..." he trailed off, realizing what he was saying. the words had come out on their own.
"what do you feel?" they asked, although it seemed they already knew.
"it's nothing," he said quickly. "why do i keep listening to you?"
"because," they murmured with affection, wrapping their fingers around his collar, "you're my pet."
despite the circumstances, despite everything, the words had such a feeling of truth to them. it didn't make any sense, it couldn't be true, or at least it shouldn't be. his mind buzzed, searching for some sort of explanation, saying it must have been some sort of trick, but those thoughts were so distant, so meaningless, so... fake. his body believed this stranger, and that pulsing feeling was very real, and tangible, and difficult to ignore.
they reached into their pocket, pulling out a leash, a very short one. they moved so slowly, so carefully, he could have done something, he could have run off, or grabbed their hand, or at least pretended to resist in some way. but he was completely still as they hooked it around part of his collar, and it clicked shut.
they started to pull him along, gently tugging on the leash. he realized they were guiding him to the door. and yet, even as he walked past groups of people, who could have helped him, who could have stopped this stranger who was taking him away, he only felt embarrassment at being seen like this, and unbelievable, overwhelming sexual excitement. though, as he stepped out of the door, he had wondered if they would have just commanded him to be quiet even if he had tried to say anything. it was only then that he wished that he had.
they didn't have to shove him into their car. they didn't even give him a verbal command to. they simply opened one of the back doors - yes, he wasn't even going to sit in the front - and he stepped in and sat down himself, fully aware of what he was doing.
it was strange. it was all very strange, the entire sequence of events, the fact that he didn't feel any sense of danger at all. he was being... kidnapped? factually, that was his understanding of what was happening, but it didn't sound right.
this stranger absolutely intended to keep him. that felt obvious. and that would be kidnapping and imprisonment, by definition. he obviously didn't want to be kept as this stranger's pet, even if the mere thought of it was nearly enough to make him moan. was he really so horny that he simply didn't care about the consequences?
his captor's face wasn't entirely visible in the rearview mirror. he found himself utterly mystified by the fact that he couldn't fill in the blanks with his mind, even now, after having stared at this person's face for so long. he didn't know what they looked like. he could remember what they had told him, but he couldn't hear it in their voice. he wanted them to speak again. he missed it, even if he didn't know what it was that he was missing. he simply had the feeling that he liked the sound of it.
because this wasn't really just a stranger. everything about them was entirely unrecognizable and alien to him, but they weren't interchangeable with just any other stranger. this wouldn't have happened to him if it had been anyone else. there was something appealing about them in particular. it was something he could sense, something he felt sure of even without any way of actually knowing. those vague feelings were more real than his thoughts. his attempts of understanding earlier were no more than floundering, denying what he knew to be true, delaying the inevitable.
he didn't want to think about that. he didn't even know what it meant, really. he was in the car with a random stranger who might have wanted to kidnap him and keep him as a pet. could he not muster up even a little bit of fear? why had he felt so odd? what did they do to him? could they remove even his desire to resist? that thought finally inspired the smallest twinge of discomfort in him. he hoped he could call it discomfort, at least. perhaps it was just the misattribution of arousal.
either way, his heart pounded as they arrived, the stranger guiding him out of the car and into their house. he hadn't even tried to figure out where they were, not even glancing at the exterior of the house, or the address. he was hardly thinking.
they wasted no time getting him on their couch, face down. they pressed against his back, their mouth next to his ear. he still didn't fight them, even shifting into exactly the position they wanted without thinking about it. it felt almost as if they fit together perfectly.
"that's right... very good..." they cooed, slowly stroking his back. "do you know what's going to happen to you?"
"i... i don't."
"you'll be my pet."
"and what does that... entail?"
"don't worry... i have a large, comfortable kennel for you... i'll take you on walks... i'll give you treats... i'll train you..." they pushed their hips closer. "i'll breed you."
"and you intend to keep me?" he whispered, trying to keep his mind on the danger of the situation, even as his body wanted nothing more than to be taken then and there. "i won't... be able to leave?"
"you won't want to."
"wh- when you say breed, you mean...?"
they caressed his stomach. "oh, you know what that means, don't you?"
"you're not going to make me keep..."
"i won't be in a rush to do anything about it. i'm sure it won't be so bad. you'll get to take a nice little break from your shots... and i'm sure you'll be so tired and docile... and you'll look so cute..."
he could hardly think of anything more nightmarish, but he felt himself becoming wetter. to tell the truth, if all they had wanted was sex, he would have had no problem with it, even with this stranger. he might have even agreed to some sort of petplay arrangement with them without much discussion. but the threat of being trapped, impregnated, of having them control both his mind and body... he didn't even know their name. they were unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, breathing in his ear, touching him, every action signaling their ownership. and he was simply allowing it to happen.
he just... he just needed this. even if he didn't want to be kept, even if this had serious, dangerous consequences, even if he couldn't even picture the person who was now rubbing against his entrance without a condom, he just needed them inside of him. he couldn't resist.
they pushed inside easily, more easily than he had ever been penetrated in his life, with no pain, or stinging, or even any discomfort. he even felt himself pushing back against them, as if they weren't already deep enough.
"that's right... you like it, don't you?" they murmured. "you want to be my pet."
the way they said it made it feel true. his face flushed. "i don't..."
"you're so wet... you want me to cum deep inside of you. you want me to breed you."
"i-i don't," he repeated. he could feel how deep they were, bumping against something sensitive. it felt big, it felt satisfying inside of him, stretching him, filling him.
"you don't even know me... but you want me to breed you... you need it."
"i don't... i-i shouldn't..." it didn't sound particularly convincing between moans.
"don't worry," they whispered. "i'm already close... do you feel it throbbing inside of you?"
they were moving slowly, just barely sliding in and out. victor completely froze. he could feel it.
"you want it..."
"i don't," he said breathlessly, feeling himself twitching and squeezing down on them.
"you'll be such a good pet for me..."
"i'm not..."
he was close. he was going to cum. he was going to cum just from the penetration.
"you feel so good..."
he shuddered, and in response, they pressed themself deeper, holding themself inside him as deep as they could.
he couldn't let himself cum like this.
"you want to be bred... you want me to breed you... you want to be my pet."
they throbbed and pulsed inside of him. he couldn't stop it. he could only silently mouth his response. he was going to cum while trying to tell them he didn't want to.
just as the orgasm started in his body, their cum began pumping into him, deep inside of him, thick and full. he could only shiver and twitch, his body moving as if it wanted to squeeze as much of their cum into it as possible. it was so overwhelming, so good, there was no room in his mind for anything else.
as he came to his senses, the afterglow fading away, he still felt an odd sort of emptiness, a lack of urgency.
the stranger pulled out of him, getting up and grabbing a towel, as well as a bottle of water, which had been on the table the entire time. victor recognized it as his own bottle.
"why is that here?"
the stranger tilted their head, their expression much softer and more friendly than it had been earlier, before laughing. "your water bottle, you mean?"
"yes..."
they leaned closer to him, tenderly caressing his face. "you do know me. you're not trapped here. and it isn't physically possible for you to become pregnant. you can remember now."
in an instant, something inside of him clicked. this was his hypnotist. he had known him for years. he had visited him countless times, in this exact house.
"drink some water," he said, offering victor his water bottle.
he only took a sip, too eager to speak. "it was so strange. i knew, but i didn't... i had no idea."
"it wasn't too much?"
"no, i was alright. i can't say i felt much fear at all. i believed everything that was happening, but at the same time... it felt sort of fake."
"are you disappointed by that?"
"no, no, there was something about that... it was like a dream. it was as if i was in trance the entire time. it was a different sort of reality."
"i'm glad you know you're safe," his hypnotist said. "maybe next time i'll get a cage for you, and extend the fantasy a bit longer. or i'll make you eat from a dog bowl."
"i'm not opposed to it, but you understand that that sort of thing isn't especially appealing to me..."
"oh, i know. but i'm sure it would feel quite different if a mysterious stranger forced you, wouldn't it?"
he drank more of his water. "...if it went on long enough, i wonder if... if it would start to feel real."
"i'd love to see that growing sense of nervousness and desperation in you. i really couldn't help myself, after talking with you at the party... and seeing the genuine confusion in your face."
just talking about it was almost enough to put him in a trance.
"but you listened so well, anyway, didn't you? even when you didn't understand why."
"as if i can't help being loyal to you," he murmured, "even if i don't know who you are."
the moment the crystal was dangling in front of him, he turned his head away.
"what's wrong, jim? you don't want to look?" time asked, swaying the pendant back and forth, even as he couldn't really see it. "you know you're basically admitting to me that you think it'll affect you if you do."
"it's just... it's a little bit much," jim responded.
he felt adrianus behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning in closer to his ear. "it's a bit too exciting, isn't it?" they murmured. "you just want to fall into trance so badly... you don't know what to do with yourself."
the warmth radiated through his whole body. he didn't have a chance with both of them there.
adrianus moved their other hand to his chin, gently turning his head back to face the pendant. he could have looked away, or just closed his eyes, but his gaze gravitated toward it, obediently following the slow back and forth motion.
"that's right... very good."
"you always do what they want you to do, huh?"
"they're easier to listen to than you are," jim said quietly.
"i'm amazed you're even trying to argue with me right now. you sound pretty sleepy already."
"i don't... you're just saying that. don't think that just because i'm watching you swing a crystal in front of me, i'll just listen to anything you say without even thinking-"
he felt adrianus take a breath next to his ear, and his body froze in anticipation.
"it's true... you sound very sleepy."
his shoulders dropped.
"that's right," they continued, "just relax. it feels so much better to relax for us, doesn't it? to just relax and watch it swing in front of you like this... it's such a nice, gentle motion... slow and sleepy..."
"his eyelids are already getting heavy."
"i'm just tired- i mean, actually tired, today was a long day-"
"that's right, it was such a long day, wasn't it? it's only natural that you're having trouble keeping your eyes open..."
"just keep looking at it, jim."
he wanted to protest, but the shivers running down his spine were overwhelming. it was nice, he realized. it was nice looking at it.
"i love the way his head tilts like that when he's falling into trance sometimes."
"it is quite cute..."
"i'm... i'm right here, you don't have to talk about me like that..." even he could tell how distant he sounded.
"you hear something?" time joked.
"come on..."
"it's alright, jim," adrianus said, lightly petting his hair. "you can just listen and obey. there's no need to force yourself to speak..."
"yeah, even if i say something really annoying, you don't have to respond to it at all."
"it is hard to be annoyed when you feel this good, isn't it?"
"you want to be good for us?"
there was no way to hide how red his face was.
"you're being so good, jim..."
"why don't you tell us how much you like this?"
"yes, why don't you feel how much easier it is to speak when you're told to?"
