Aaaaaaaaaayyyyyye, back at it again with a little more forcemasc Lost Boys with hyonosis sssssssstuuufffff 'cause that's what my brain decided to hyperfixate on for the foreseeable future.
A little bit of a self indulgent request, but imagine with me for a second.
Let's say reader has had a very bad day; lots of little things piling up over the week, his dysphoria reaching an all time low, genrally feeling like he's not enough of a man, and the Boys obviously take notice of it, how he's not as thrilled when being called their boy, refusing to take his shirt off, stuff like that, so they come up with a plan. (Mostly Marko and Paul, with Dwayne and David making sure it isn't completely stupid. I love those two put I do not trust them alone in a room together for more than five minutes without doing something stupid.)
So they ask Reader if they can try something to make him feel better, and when he agrees, they put him in a trance, letting all his thoughts fade away until he's practically unconscious.
When he's snapped out of it by the Boys, he's sat in front of a mirror in their nest, his hands tied behind his back with soft rope, stripped down to just his boxers and a leather harness that, while highlighting his top surgery scars, pecs and muscles, he does not remember putting on. He's not too worried though, both because he trusts the Boys, and because of the familiar fuzzy feeling in his head that's been there since he 'woke up'.
He's so busy trying to figure out what's going on and gazing at his own reflection he doesn't realize the Boys are behind him, until one of them starts running their hands across his side, making him shiver from the cold, and he finally notices he's sat on someones lap, their legs keeping his spread open, with his dick noticably pumped up, all slick and red now. He also realizes he can't look away from his reflection as more bodies start to join;
Someone's between his legs, slowly kissing up his inner thigh, someone else is on either side, slowly dragging their hands through his happy trial, up his sides, gently messaging the muscles of his arms, and gently kissing his neck, leaving the occasional bite, the last one behind him is messaging into his pecs, whispering in his ear about how much he's grown since he's started, how good he's been for all of them all this time, how he's being such a good boy.
They all slowly but surely ramp up their affections; the one between his legs easing off his boxers, starting to perk and suck off his t-dick, the two on his sides starting to play with his chest, cooing about how big his pecs have gotten with their help, and the one behind him rutting across his hole, teasing him if their doing a good job, telling him they'll need a proper awnser if they want to continue, slowing to a crawl until he can actually say words. Meanwhile he's losing himself in the pleasure, completely fixated on how his body's reacting when he can't see what the others are doing to him.
When he does finally say something, its basically over for him; the Boys pushing him to overstimulation multiple times until he can't think anymore, so blessed out he can hardly breath. Once they've all had their fill, they untie him, clean him up, and let him rest up in a big cuddle pile.
You can think of this as a continuation of the other forcemasc requests I've asked for, or as its own thing, just make sure not to make yourself write anything that would make you uncomfortable.
Also so sorry if I'm requesting too many smut fics. Just been having a really shit week. You posting has been very helpful with it all.
Hope you're having a good day. Drink some water, have a good meal, and rest good! :]
Don't apologize!! Im just surprised you keep requests smut with how terrible I am at writing it lol. Also, I hope you week got better!!
A/N: Im actually pretty happy with how this came out! I think im getting better at writing smut lol!
The boys noticed immediately your dysphoria. You had a long week with so many little things piling up to consume you. From people misgendering you on accident to being called slurs, you feel like shit and the boys could see it. They saw how you seemed to shrink when they called you their boy or anything similar, how you refused to take off your shirt around them. It broke their unbeating hearts to see you so unsure of yourself.
They couldn't stand by and just let this happen, so after making dinner out of a few people who were particularly nasty towards you, they made a plan. It was mostly Marko and Paul's idea, with Dwayne and David's supervision to make sure it was completely insane. They would put you under with some hypnosis, making you say how much of a man you were in front of a mirror, then make you cum till you were dumb! The plan had a little editing, cutting out some of Paul's obnoxiously wild ideas but when they were done, they presented it to you.
"Babe?"
Paul called out, finding you on the couch in a sweatshirt and sweatpants despite it being almost 80 degrees in Santa Carla.
"We know you've been struggling a little, and we think we have a plan to make you feel better!"
Paul continued excitedly, sitting down on the couch next to you. Marko joined you on your other side, kissing your cheek.
"Yeah, we're gonna have to hypnotize you though, are you alright with that?"
Marko asked, twirling a piece of his hair. You thought for a moment, staring at David and Dwayne who stood in front of you. You felt like shit so why not let your boyfriends try and lift your spirits? Plus, whenever you went under, you always felt really good. So you agreed.
"Yeah, I'll try it."
The boys all grinned at your answer. David approached you, cupping your face so that you were looking up at him.
"Ready?"
He murmured, and you nodded as you stared into his ocean blue eyes. He grinned as he watched your thoughts slowly slip away.
"That's it... just be good for us..."
David muttered, his words fizzling out in your brain. You were falling deeper and deeper, your brain so empty you were practically asleep. They boys voices faded away as your eyes fluttered shut.
When you opened your eyes again, you were somewhere else. Your brain was still empty but you could recognize you were staring into a mirror. You saw yourself wearing nothing but your boxers and a cold, leather harness that made your muscles and pecs look even bigger while also highlighting where your top surgery scars were. Lastly, you noticed your wrists were bound behind your back with a soft rope. You could wiggle your hands around comfortably but probably wouldn't be able to escape.
You couldn't pull your eyes away from the mirror at all, a fuzzy feeling engulfing your entire body. You snapped out of your thought, if you could even call them that, when a pair of cold hands brushed against your sides. You hadn't even noticed the boys at all, so caught up in the fuzzy feeling and staring at how good you looked in the mirror. You whined a bit at the coldness of the hands, shivering at the sensation. You finally realize you were sitting on someone's lap, their legs keeping your nice and spread open. You couldn't see any of the boys in the mirror, but you sensed them around you since you still couldn't look away from your reflection spread out so nicely. If you could see, you would notice it was David's lap you were sitting in.
You felt kisses against your inner thighs, suddenly feeling all of the boys touching you at once. You caught a glimpse of black hair in your peripheral vision but you're brain was so empty, you didn't put together who it was. Cold hands squeezing and rubbed everywhere. Your biceps and pecs were being used like stress balls while another hand played with your happy trail and chest hair. You whined softly, watching how your muscles bulged in the mirror and how bite marks suddenly littered your thighs and neck.
"Such a good boy..."
A voice whispered against your neck. You could at least recognize the voice as David's, his words soft and cool inside your brain.
"Look at how far you've come... look at these muscles, look at this hair, look at this dick.."
You stared, watching your boxers get slowly pulled off, revealing your t-dick standing proudly. The boys must have used a pump on you because you were big, or maybe it was some vampire magic? You'd never know.
"You've been such a good boy, taking everything we've given you... You're so well behaved.."
David cooed, in words filling up your head. You felt the boys getting even more handsy, squeezing harder, touching more sensitive areas. You moaned as you felt a warm mouth around your dick. You watched your dick throb in the mirror as Dwayne sucked you off enthusiastically. The sensation only amplified as you felt David's dick rutting against your hole teasingly. They all cooed at you the entire time too, making sure to remind you who you were.
"Look at these pecs, Marko, Dwayne's got some serious competition."
Paul teased, catching the glare he got from Dwayne as he kissed your nipple and then your top scar. Marko hummed against your skin as he squeezed your biceps.
"He's been working so hard... been such a good boy...."
Marko mumbled against your skin as he bit your bicep gently. Paul nodded in agreement before glancing at Dwayne.
"Having fun?"
Paul teased. Dwayne didn't answer, so lost in sucking your dick to give Paul a coherent answer. They turned the attention back to you, seeing how needy you were getting.
"Do you want more, baby boy?"
David asked, grinding against your hole harder.
"We need a verbal answer, baby."
Marko added, brushing some of your hair out of your face. You whined quietly, so consumed by pleasure to even be able to speak. Your brain was only focused on watching yourself, only focused on how big your muscles were, how big your dick was getting, how good you felt. But you needed more. You struggled, trying to get the words out.
"I... I... mhm... I wa-want... ahh, mhpf! M-More..."
You finally stuttered out, your brain so fuzzy that a simple sentence was a struggle. But the boys were patient and waited for you to finish. Once your words were out, it was over.
It was a blur of nothing but pleasure. You came so many times you couldn't even count. The boys switched position, making you cum till all you could think was how good a boy you were, then you till you couldn't think at all. When they were done, you could barely breathe and couldn't move. But, of course, they took care of you. They let you rest in the nest while they clean the mess they made of you. David eased you out of the trance while Dwayne cleaned you with a wet towel, Marko gently massaging your muscles, and Paul went out for a snack run to get you some electrolytes and food. Once you were fully cleaned up, fed, and cuddled by all 4 of the boys, there was no doubt in your mind anymore about whether you were a boy. You were. And the boys would do it all over again if you ever forgot.
Im having such a hard time understanding things and in an effort to keep myself from being depressed ab it im js thinking ab dumbification and letting him take control & take care of me when I cant do it myself idk idk idk
