Fight To Lose by Zany Danger
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CW: brief dubious consent, rough body play, hypnokink.
Prompt from @convoluted-moonscape: Pinned, held down, rough body play, resistance, made to submit, eye contact.
Giles could feel himself pressed into the soft carpet, a boot pressing into his chest. He was laying on his back and had previously been struggling. He knew his Sir liked the feeling of taking someone who is struggling and overpowering them in all ways. Giles loved this also. He glanced at the view and stopped fighting for a moment, distracted. He started looking at the boots (that he had recently polished), their long legs extending up to their groin. Leather short shorts so well fitted, they had to have been made for this person. That face and smirk so visible now.
Giles shook himself from this distraction and gently tried to move the boot off of him, his Sir noticed, moved and kicked Giles in the outer thigh, then straddled and sat on his chest.
Sir moved fast, Giles had been conditioned to move slower in these scenes, and perceive his owner as moving very fast. The hypnotic conditioning had been successful in several ways. The other part that was understood, is that if Sir could pin Giles, and make him look into their eyes for 3 seconds, Giles would lose and go into a delicious trance.
Sir pinned Giles arms above his head and used one strong arm to hold them there, the other hand was quickly moving to Gile’s face to hold it in place.
Giles normally was an obedient boi, a good one. Previous to this encounter, it took some discussion for Giles to understand that he was following orders by trying to evade his Sir’s gaze. He struggled and kept trying, but failing. Moaning and grunting and making all sorts of sounds of struggle.
Giles shut his eyes tight, “Please Sir, please? I don’t know how much more I can struggle, I ahh!” Giles kept trying to move his head or arms around, finding them become more stuck in place. He had been flailing his legs and Sir moved their body down, laying on top of Giles.
“Such a good boi, fighting to lose to me.” Sir loosened his hold on Giles' chin, and stroked his face. Giving him little kisses.
Giles’ face relaxed and he opened one eye to see this panther-like animal inches from his face.
“Ah I see, very tricky! Because you only have one eye open... does that mean you’ll be in a half-trance for me in 1, 2, 3!”
Before Giles could close that eye he found himself swooning into trance. The other eye opened dreamily. Giles responded as if he had been programmed to do so, “Mmm, I fight to lose for you, Sir.
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