Prompt: ❝ I’m sorry, I’m not very good yet. ❞ logan top virgil bottom???? thanks !
Virgil swallowed, his nerves tasting bitter as he struggled to get it all down. He was sure he was shaking, and he wouldn’t be surprised if his master could hear his heartbeat. The man had purchased Logan several months ago, and in that time, he hadn’t shown much interest in a physical relationship with his slave. Lately, though, they had both been toeing that line, sometimes dancing right over it like nothing was there. Virgil’s views on boundaries were a bit skewed, considering.
Still, he tried to be respectful of Logan while also attempting to attract his interest. Virgil couldn’t stand the idea of being tossed into the trade again; this was his third master, all the previous ones had said Virgil was simply too much to put up with. Virgil liked Logan, though. He was different; calmer, much younger than most who took slaves, yet still wiser. The young man owned the library in the village, making him wealthy and educated, one of the best anyone could hope for. Virgil had gotten lucky, but he worried about keeping Logan’s attention.
“Look up,” Logan commanded softly, his fingers moving under Virgil’s chin. Dark eyes peered up at Logan, round and warm as Virgil arched up, following Logan’s guidance.
"Anything, sir,” Virgil whispered, slowly tugging down the zipper on Logan’s pants. Logan merely hummed in response, running his fingers through Virgil’s hair. Virgil pulled Logan’s cock free, already hard. That filled Virgil with a bit of pride, after all, he hardly knew what he was doing. His previous masters hadn’t had much of a libido, two of them almost too old to bother at all. Virgil hadn’t wanted Logan to know that, yet, because slaves who needed training were often overlooked.
Spreading his lips, Virgil took the head of Logan’s cock into his mouth, not minding the salty taste as much as he’d anticipated. Bobbing his head, Virgil hollowed his cheeks as he sucked, only able to mimic what he’d heard about. His past experiences were different, with much more...guidance. Logan seemed content to lean back and enjoy the sight. Virgil tried to take more of Logan down his throat, only to gag and pull back with a gasp, a line of spit dropping down to his chest. Logan tilted his head, reaching out and drawing his thumb across Virgil’s lips to clean away the saliva.
“I’m sorry, I’m not very good yet,” Virgil rasped, his cheeks flushing.
Logan clicked his tongue. “I’ll teach you, then. I’d rather have someone inexperienced than a whore,” he said, making Virgil flinch. Logan was a bit crass with his words, still, often unknowingly upsetting Virgil. Still, he had to push those thoughts aside. Logan had taken Virgil’s chin and drawn him back, encouraging Virgil to take him back into his mouth. Virgil obliged, his tongue pressing against the tip before sliding down the underside of Logan’s erection. That drew a nice sound from Logan, who tightened his fingers in Virgil’s hair. “Relax your throat,” he said through grit teeth, “like you’re going to yawn.”
Virgil blinked, but tried to follow instruction. It hurt when Logan slid his cock down Virgil’s throat, but like Logan had told him, Virgil tried to pretend he was about to yawn. It opened up his mouth and helped him relax the tight muscles of his throat, allowing Logan to slowly fuck his mouth. Virgil still gagged a bit, spit and pre-cum dripping down his chin, but he shut his eyes tight and paid that no mind. It almost felt good, knowing he could pleasure his master this way. Logan so rarely was this vocal, his voice a low groan as he tilted his head back, hips even starting to buck forward as his rhythm grew erratic.
Virgil rested his hands on Logan’s thighs, struggling to breathe through his nose each time Logan pulled back enough. Finally, Logan stilled, his hips jutting forward one last time as he started to cum down Virgil’s throat. Most of it he didn’t even have to swallow, but a little coated his tongue when Logan began pulling out. Virgil held his mouth open, showing the load on his tongue before he closed his mouth and swallowed, licking his lips.
Logan panted, staring down at his pet, mesmerized. “You’re truly magnificent,” he murmured, once again gliding his thumb across Virgil’s slick lips. Virgil opened his mouth to kiss at his master’s thumb.
No, he didn’t need to worry about losing Logan’s attention.
Prompt: If you’re still doing the master/slave asks, do you think you could do “Get up here, doll. I want to see you ride me” with Roman saying it to Virgil? I adore your writing, but if you’re not feeling it or taking any more asks that’s okay!!
Virgil was getting antsy. It’d been days since Roman had last spent any time with him, and when Roman was normally so tactile, that was like an eternity. Roman just looked so stressed lately, it was impossible for Virgil to ignore. His poor master worked so hard after all, protecting the kingdom, providing for Virgil… Virgil was pretty spoiled. Roman had rescued him from a rather violent man and had decided he couldn’t part with the skittish boy. Now, Virgil had filled out some, still skittish but much more brazen around Roman.
As evidenced by the way Virgil kept passing by Roman (who was attempting to work) wearing nothing but the knight’s shirt. It was a bit big on Virgil, fluttering around the tops of his thighs. Roman’s knuckles were steadily turning white as he gripped his pen harder. His eyes kept cutting to the side whenever Virgil brushed against him, tantalizing and impossible not to watch. Little brat knew exactly what he was doing. Roman shifted in his chair, trying not to pay attention to the way his pants were getting tighter.
“Virgil,” he warned. Peering over his shoulder with an (anything but) innocent look, Virgil cocked his head as if to ask Yes? What? Roman glowered at him a moment, but he supposed it had been a while since he’d last played with Virgil. Sighing, Roman leaned back in his chair, pushing away from the desk. He beckoned at Virgil, a sly smirk on his lips. “Get up here, doll. I want to see you ride me.”
A pleasant shiver arced down Virgil’s back, flushing warmly as he slid into Roman’s lap. Roman’s hand slid up along Virgil’s hip, pushing the shirt to reveal Virgil’s navel. His skin was pale and soft, marred by a few scars that Roman always kissed every chance he got. Rubbing his thumb against Virgil’s hipbone, Roman leaned in and kissed at his pretty pet’s neck, garnering a pleased moan as Virgil arched his back. The motion pushed his hips down into Roman’s. Hurried fingers fumbled with the opening to Roman’s pants, working to free his cock.
“Have you prepared yourself for me, doll?” Roman asked, his hands sliding down Virgil’s back and squeezing his ass.
Virgil bucked, his own cock already hard and had been for a while now. Damn Roman for always taking his time. “Yes, sir,” Virgil whispered, his voice raspy with lust. Roman chuckled at the impatience, picturing Virgil fingering himself on their bed, writhing and wishing he could finish, but he knew he couldn’t without Roman. “Hurry, please. It’s been so long!” Virgil pulled Roman’s cock out, giving it a lazy stroke.
Roman groaned, his eyes going half-lidded. He yanked open one of the desk drawers, fumbling for the bottle of lube hidden there. He coated his cock in a generous amount, wiping his hand on his pants before he gave Virgil’s thigh a quick smack. “C’mon then, get moving.”
Virgil didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted his hips up, holding Roman’s cock as he sunk down on it. A throaty moan from Roman mixed with Virgil’s sharp whine. Virgil savored the slight burn as he took Roman inside himself, thighs trembling as he worked to bounce himself in Roman’s lap. Roman locked his arms around Virgil’s waist, helping him move. “Fuck, such a good boy—you feel so good, Virge,” Roman groaned. Virgil shivered, tightening in response to the praise and making Roman’s hips buck up.
“Christ,” Virgil panted, beads of pre-cum leaking from his cock as it bobbed between them. His thighs burned as he moved up and down, moving faster to fuck himself on Roman’s cock. Virgil leaned back, arching himself and rolling his hips, making Roman’s cock rub against his prostate. Virgil always started getting louder when he was nearing climax, tonight was no different, his voice pinging off the walls as he cried out every time he dropped onto Roman’s lap.
“Fuck, baby,” Roman hissed, grabbing Virgil’s waist in a bruising grip and slamming him down. Virgil’s head tilted back, his mouth slack as he felt Roman cumming inside him. It was always the warm feeling filling him that made Virgil cum the hardest, splattering his stomach and Roman’s. Virgil trembled, slowly leaning forward and resting his forehead against Roman’s shoulder, Roman’s softening cock still inside him.
Roman rubbed Virgil’s back, trying to catch his own breath. “Let’s get you cleaned up, gorgeous.”
Prompt: ❝ The only part about you that matters is your body. ❞ top virgil with bottom roman???
{Warning: Dubcon}
Roman knows Virgil is in a mood, tonight. The quiet, calculated way he moves, the hungry glances he keeps shooting towards Roman. Normally, Virgil is much more clunky, full of sarcastic quips or the like. When he gets in his moods though, he’s like a storm cloud, and the lightning always comes right for Roman. Virgil saves his worst for Roman, who’s the only one who can take it. That’s alright, though, usually Roman likes the way it hurts. It means he has a use for his master, right? Virgil won’t get rid of him?
Toying with a loose strand on the sheet, Roman waits in the bedroom, shifting uncomfortably. The toy left inside him is a tad too thick, but Virgil enjoys seeing Roman squirm when he’s in the right mood. Roman’s even gone through the trouble of a little makeup, making himself pretty in a way he hopes Virgil will like. There’s not much Roman won’t do to gain Virgil’s satisfaction; it’s a shame Virgil is so greedy with it. Soon, the telltale sound of footsteps starts upstairs, and Roman stiffens, straightens. He looks to the door when it begins to open, hurrying to stand up.
When Virgil enters, the entire room drops a couple degrees. Roman bows, well trained (and aware Virgil isn’t to be trifled with right now) and then looks up, quiet. Virgil gives him a once-over, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You dolled yourself up for me?” he asks, kicking the door shut behind him. Roman straightens when his master approaches, trying not to lean into that cool hand as Virgil lifts his chin, appraising Roman. Virgil hums, before he grabs Roman’s wrist and shoves him backwards onto the bed. Roman lands with a hushed gasp, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
“Undress,” Virgil orders, already working on his own pants. Roman can see, already, it’s not going to be gentle. Still, he complies, not wasting a moment until he’s bared and splayed out on the bed. Virgil’s on him in a second, like a predator finally indulging. Virgil’s teeth find Roman’s throat, biting, and Roman arches his back with a groan. He wears bruises like they’re jewelry.
“Sir,” Roman murmurs, daring to trace his fingers down Virgil’s back. Virgil takes his wrist and shoves it down onto the bed, before he seems to change his mind and instead uses it to roughly guide Roman to turn over. A hand presses on the back of Roman’s neck, holding him, while Virgil’s free hand slips lower. Roman bites the sheets when his master starts to work the plug out of him, lubricant glistening on his hole still.
“Pretty sight,” Virgil exhales the words, and Roman feels his cock hardening. Virgil moves, spreading Roman’s thighs.
Roman flinches a bit. “Sir, please—” he begins, but he never finishes before a hand in his hair pushes his head down. He’s not sure asking for it to be slow would’ve mattered.
Virgil hushes him, lips close to Roman’s ear as he presses the tip of his cock against Roman’s stretched hole. He knows he won’t break his pet, he’s kept ready. Without warning, he thrusts inside, burying his cock inside Roman’s inviting heat, and ignoring the yelp Roman muffles against the sheets. “God, you feel so good,” Virgil hisses, dropping his forehead against Roman’s shoulder. He starts to roll his hips, rocking into Roman with enough force to make their hips smack together.
Roman clenches the sheets in his hands, panting feverishly as Virgil takes him. It’s hard, it’s fast—it’s not romantic, but Roman doesn’t expect that. Not usually. He raises his hips a little to let Virgil fuck him deeper, each thrust pushing Roman’s cock down against the bed so he can grind against it. Roman whines, staining the sheets with pre-cum. Virgil’s hands bruise his slave’s waist, bringing him closer as he fucks into him, feels his tight muscles spasming around his cock.
When he’s angry, Virgil doesn’t last as long. Roman should be grateful, considering how hard Virgil always goes when he gets like this, but a part of him is regretful when Virgil stills, his hips shuddering as he fills Roman to the brim. Roman’s chest heaves, a throaty groan escaping him. Beneath him, the sheets are wet, but he doesn’t even know when he came. Eventually, Virgil pulls out, dropping Roman’s hips and leaving him in his mess.
Roman winces as he rolls over, glancing at his master and reaching a hand out. “Sir?” he asks, hoping he’s appeased Virgil.
Virgil glances at him, cleaning up with a towel that he next tosses at Roman. “Clean yourself,” he orders. “The only part about you that matters is your body.”
Roman drops his hand against the bed immediately, cutting his eyes away. Virgil is rough in these moods, even rougher with his words. Roman pretends not to care, because they’re always like this, snapping back and forth. But still, the words stung. He sits up to clean himself, and Virgil leaves, shutting the door behind him.
hypnokink, dronification, d/s, brainwashing/programming, dubious consent/cnc. Logan is an android and Roman is a human. Logan's trans, kind of. has a robopussy. uses of 'sir' and 'admin' as titles. inappropriate use of ports.
summary: Logan agrees to let Roman help run his routine maintenance, especially as he has put off doing a proper, deep scan for a while. Roman... takes the opportunity to add some of his own programming, while he has a direct link to Logan's brain.
full fic under the cut ;]
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“Thank you for agreeing to do my maintenance,” Logan says from where he’s sitting on the bench, plugged into his power-port, blinking at his friend behind the desk.
Roman smiles at him.
“Of course,” he replies. “It must suck having to run your own diagnostics.”
He then types something into the computer, and Logan shifts, where he’s sitting, tracing the cables and cords that run from Roman’s computer into Logan’s plugs. He’s an android, and while he is capable of doing this himself, he’s left it a little too long, and when his battery gets low, he… slows down.
Roman offered to do it for him, today, and so Logan gets to just sit still, charging, watching the percentage metre on his UI slowly tick upwards, as diagnostic data rolls past on his periphery. Logan tunes it out, this time, though. He trusts Roman.
“The worst part is plugging yourself in,” he agrees.
Roman laughs a little, and reclines in his chair, looking over at Logan.
“How long does this usually take?”
Logan rubs the back of his neck, just below his synthetic blue hairline, careful not to dislodge the plug in the back of his neck.
“An hour or two,” he says. “I haven’t done a full scan in a while, purely because it takes so long. My impatience has not paid off, clearly.”
Roman snorts. “You hardly ever seem to unwind enough to sit still for that long,” he teases back. “…I can help with that, though, if you want?”
“What?”
“Help with passing the time,” Roman says innocently enough. “While we wait for the scan.”
Logan blinks at him again. “…That is what you’re here for.”
And Roman grins.
“Good,” he says. “Trust me, Logan.”
Logan frowns, and as Roman types something more, and something suddenly feels different about how Logan perceives the world, he goes to stand, trying to be mindful not to unplug himself.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Roman tuts, barely glancing up from his monitors. “Sit down, Logan. You don’t want to yank out your cables.”
Logan… does as he’s told. That surprises him. He sits back down, his processor barely seeming to do little more than… let the order pass through and be accepted.
“…What?” Logan asks. “What just happened?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Roman says, typing more intensely, and suddenly, Logan wonders if he should be concerned that he asked a coder as good as Roman to oversee his maintenance. “Just sit there, Logan, and talk to me. We’re just going to sit here together while the scan goes through.”
But… Logan just nods, despite himself, and some of the concern melts away. He won’t worry about it, then.
“Okay,” he says.
“Good,” Roman says, and shoots Logan a pretty smile. “Thank you, Logan.”
Logan shifts a little again, biting his lip as his fan whines away quietly, starting to work a little harder.
“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman asks, tilting his head, pausing his typing, looking at Logan like he’s waiting for something in specific to happen.
Logan shivers, before he touches his outer thigh, his side, his spine (as best he can) and, importantly, the power cord plugged into the back of his neck to check he didn’t dislodge any of the cables.
“I think so,” he says. “I… feel strange.”
“Well, it must be because you’ve put off doing a proper scan,” Roman tells him, and Logan purses his lips and nods along, it’s a good point. “No wonder you’d be feeling funny.”
Funny. That’s a good word for it. Logan’s lips tweak into a smile.
“That’s a very human way of putting it,” he muses. “Funny…”
“Yeah,” Roman nods. “It’s a good word for when you can’t quite describe something. Especially when you’ve never quite felt anything like it before.”
“Funny,” Logan echoes, before he shivers again. “I… I do feel funny.”
“Well, then,” Roman says, turning back to the screens and typing some more. “That’s strange, isn’t it? What does it feel like?”
Logan frowns into space as that feeling… grows. It sands down the edges of his mind, softening everything, making it a little harder to think. If he was able to pay attention to it, Logan might have noticed that the diagnostic data in the corner of his UI was giving him different read-outs than usual. Logan doesn’t notice, though.
“It…” his voice is so soft, the synthesizer is much more pronounced. “It feels like static. Warm static.”
“Does it feel nice?” Roman asks, glancing up from his screens.
Logan stares ahead for a little longer before replying, genuinely evaluating the way the fuzz makes him feel. But the longer he sits there, the more it builds, and… the warmer and more comfortable it gets.
Eventually, Logan actually smiles, and replies, “…yes, it does.”
“That’s good,” Roman says. “That’s wonderful. Sink into it, Logan.”
“…Hm?” Logan blinks a few times, trying to grasp a thought as Roman’s words sit a little funny with him.
“You can sink into it,” Roman encourages again, and the sound of Roman’s fingers flying over the keys hits Logan’s audio-processors, and it’s… oddly soothing. “You should. It feels good, it’s a reward, Logan, for letting me do your maintenance.”
“Oh,” Logan says, before he slumps a little, letting himself smile again. “Okay.”
His optics drift closed, now, slowly, his UI dimming, and Roman stands up as he realises something, and Logan watches Roman cross the room, approach, and…
Roman pulls out his power cord.
“But…” Logan says hazily, as the low battery alert pops up on his UI. “I… I’m only at fifteen percent, Roman.”
“That’s okay,” Roman says, and… he touches Logan. He runs his finger around the rim of Logan’s power plug, and Logan gasps. “That’s okay, Logan. You said you feel slow and fuzzy on low battery. I think that’s a nice place to be, especially while you have lots of time to wait. Don’t worry, I’ll plug you in before your battery goes fully dead.”
Logan wants to reply, maybe even to argue, but his full attention is on Roman’s fingertip, running circles around his port.
“Does this feel good, Logan?” Roman asks him. “Does this feel funny?”
Logan nods as best he can without moving too much to dislodge Roman’s hand. His mouth is hanging open. His fans are whirring. His eyes usually glow – they’re dimmed now, for being in power saving mode.
“God, you look so good on low battery,” Roman says hungrily. “I was reading up about your model, Logan. You have all the sensory receptors a human would. A feat of engineering. You can feel the same emotions. The same pain.”
The finger keeps circling.
“The same pleasure,” Roman says, his voice soft and lulling. “And your mind is just as malleable. Even more so, when you let me in like this.”
Logan whimpers. He hasn’t tested the full capabilities of his pleasure sensors yet.
“Roman,” he manages to say. It comes out with a harsher, synthetic edge.
“God, you sound so good like that,” Roman murmurs, and he leans in and licks Logan’s cheek. It makes the android shudder. “Has anyone ever done this to you, Logan?”
“No,” Logan says honestly, his head tipping back against Roman’s arm. “H-hah…”
“Do you know what’s going on, Logan?” Roman asks.
“N-no…”
“I’m programming you,” Roman tells him.
Logan stares up at Roman’s face through half-lidded, non-understanding eyes.
“…Hm?”
“Programming you,” Roman repeats. “Programming some things into you. Nothing bad, mind you. How can it be bad? It feels so good.”
Roman’s words somehow seem perfectly in time with the way his finger traces Logan’s port. Logan whimpers again, and slowly spreads his legs, bracing himself on his hands so he can grind up against nothing. He… he feels so needy.
“You’re so smart, and so independent,” Roman keeps talking. “You never let anyone take care of you. You even run your own maintenance. You don’t need to do that, anymore.”
Logan must be hot to the touch, for how hard his fan is working. He’s gasping for air. The tactile pleasure receiver between his legs is already throbbing, his pleasure system has well and truly kicked in and his slit is now wet. Logan grinds against the air. He’s not opposed to touching himself, normally, but he doesn’t like wasting the lubrication – it’s annoying and kind of embarrassing to refill, especially when he’s alone.
But he isn’t now.
“You can let me do it,” Roman says, and his other hand comes to Logan’s throat, tracing its way downwards. “You can let me run your maintenance. You can let me look after you. You can let me do this to you.”
Logan moans, optics rolling as Roman dips a finger into his charging port, before it returns to circling.
“You never mentioned your charging port was sensitive,” Roman comments.
“O-only when- ah!” Logan’s hips thrust up again, and he shoots Roman a hazy, desperate look. “Only when I’m low… low battery.”
“I see,” Roman hums, and he slips his finger back into the port, and Logan moans so loud his vocaliser glitches, his optics rolling. “Good boy for telling me.”
And- oh. Roman starts to finger his charging port. Logan grips the bench so tightly as waves of pleasure crash over him. It feels so good, and normally, when he’s feeling this good, Logan would be a few fingers deep in himself, but… but his hands won’t move. He can only sit there, sit still and take what Roman’s doing.
“Good boy,” Roman repeats, drawling over the words, drawing out, making Logan focus on them, sink into them. “Such a good boy.”
“R-Roman, Roman, s-sir,” Logan gasps, wanting more, wanting to beg but surprisingly unable to find the words. He’s surprised by sir, though.
“Oh, that did work,” Roman notes, pleased. “Yes, Logan?”
“I… I wanna…” Logan stammers, trying to press back against Roman’s hand, even as his other hand rests flat on Logan’s stomach. “I-I need to…”
“You need to cum?” Roman asks him. “Are you that needy, Logan?”
Logan can’t cry, but he would be crying now if he could.
“Yes!” Logan gasps. “Yes, sir!”
“Good boy,” Roman praises him, and the fingering speeds up, and Logan’s visuals are flickering for how overloaded his processor is, he can only focus on the pleasure. “It feels good to call me sir. It feels good to let me do this to you. You want it. You need it.”
“I need it,” Logan repeats, fan whining.
“You need sir to fuck you.”
“I…” Logan gasps as Roman pulls his finger away, leaving him aching and so, so wet. “I need sir to fuck me.”
Once the words are said outloud, it’s like something has shifted again. Logan opens his optics a little wider, and Roman watches it register across his face.
“I need you to fuck me,” Logan repeats, more insistent this time, more desperate, and he spreads his legs wider and looks up at Roman even as Roman drinks him in. “Please fuck me, sir. Please?”
“Good boy,” Roman says. “Hm. What percentage are you on?”
Logan shudders. “N-nine, sir.”
Roman smiles, unbuckles his belt and shimmies his pants down enough to reveal his cock, and oh, Logan has had a fascination with organic sexual organs, but he’s never had the chance to really look at one before.
“Then I better fuck you before you go flat,” Roman says. “But if you go flat, and I’m not done, I may just keep fucking you. Do you mind, Logan?”
Logan’s head spins with arousal at the mere idea, and he shakes his head desperately.
“I don’t mind, sir, I don’t,” Logan says, as he carefully lays back on his elbows. “Eight percent, sir, please fuck me?”
Roman steps in between Logan’s thighs and presses his cock to Logan’s dripping slit. Logan likes to stretch himself but technically, he doesn’t need it, and that’s proven as Roman pushes straight in.
“Oh-hh.”
Logan moans, so genuine and so loud that his voice modulator glitches again. H-he’s… never had something organic inside him before. It feels so good, hot and warm and soft, he can feel it throb inside him.
“God, you’re perfectly tight,” Roman groans, his hands coming to grip Logan’s thighs, fingers splayed around the cable plugged into his right one. “I’ve dreamt about fucking this robot pussy, Logan. You’re perfect for me.”
Logan’s too busy shorting out on overloaded pleasure centres to answer. The diagnostic data is still scrolling past on his UI, flashing words at him, the blinking warning of his low battery alert is rhythmic and entrancing, and his cognitive… oh, that must be it. Logan smiles dreamily. His cognitive processor has been… um…
Dulled. Is that the right word? Logan giggles a little as Roman thrusts into him. Dimmed? Dumbed down.
“God, there it is,” Roman breathes. “Fuck, I was waiting for that. You just figured out what’s going on, haven’t you, Logan?”
“Yeah,” Logan replies, equally as breathily, though it’s synthetic for him. “I’m stupid!”
“You are!” Roman says delightedly, and he starts to fuck Logan properly, setting a rhythm that makes Logan gasp, and his head loll with every thrust. “You’re my dumb little drone, who needs my cock.”
“Ohh,” Logan moans, both in pleasure and in realisation even as Roman’s… as his admin’s cock drives all his thoughts away. “I’m… a dumb… f-fuck, dumb drone…”
“You need my cock.”
“I n-need Admin’s cock,” Logan echoes.
“Fuck, that worked.” Roman slows right down, grinds against Logan painfully slowly, less because he wants to and more like he has something to test. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Logan.”
“Hgn, please cum in me, sir,” Logan looks up at him with dull, dull optics. “Please fill me, Admin, please.”
“H-ha, fuck.”
Roman gives in, then. The last of his willpower shattered. Logan moans over and over, his modulator almost giving up, his vision flickering even as Roman’s programming washes over his visual processor and sinking in deeper, and he clenches around Roman’s cock.
“God, you make such a good drone,” Roman gasps, his hips slapping against Logan’s. “You’re perfect. You want this. You need this. You were built to take my cock.”
“I was built to take your cock,” Logan slurs.
“When I refer to myself as Admin, you fall into this headspace,” Roman tells him. “Blank and fuzzy, warm and needy. Understand?”
“Yes, Admin,” Logan replies. It’s mechanical. P-programmed into him.
“F-fuck, shit, shit, shit,” Roman loses his rhythm, “gonna fucking cum, Logan.”
“Please, please, please,” Logan begs, desperate for release – Roman’s release, his own release, anything. “Please, please, please, please.”
Logan’s vision dims even more. Two percent.
“Fuck, fucking cum for me, Logan,” Roman orders, and one hand flies to Logan’s neck, fumbling, sliding around his casing until his finger sinks back into Logan’s port, and Logan goes fully tense asn he cums.
His orgasm is so intense, it completely overloads Logan’s brain. He goes still, goes limp, eyes flickering, as Roman keeps fucking him, chasing his orgasm.
It feels so fucking good, Logan opens his mouth to try say anything, maybe to try warn Roman about the imminent shut down being warned in his UI, but the urge of power it took to cum makes it impossible.
Logan has just enough battery power to feel Roman cum inside him before he goes flat.
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Logan opens his eyes with a gasp. H-he feels… he feels so horny, he knows without even glancing at his UI that his pleasure system is lit up like a city, and he glances at Roman, who is waiting behind the computer, idly typing.
…Maybe Roman hasn’t noticed? Logan bites his lip. That’s good. H-he can just wait til the scan’s over, and then get himself off in privacy.
“H-how’s it going, Roman?” he calls.
“Oh!” Roman starts, glancing over. “Good! It’s almost done. You’ve got ten percent left.”
Logan nods, before he frowns at his UI. “…I have surprisingly low battery,” he comments.
“Oh,” Roman waves a hand. “It turns out you didn’t plug in properly before we started. You went flat halfway through and I plugged you in then.”
Logan frowns. He could have sworn he did, in fact, plug himself in properly. But the proof otherwise is in front of him, so… he shrugs.
“Thank you, then,” he says. “…I’ll admit, it’s nice to have someone else here to catch my mistakes like that.”
Roman’s eyes flash with something, then. A little amused, almost.
“Of course,” he says. “Hey, I can help out from now on, if you want, I don’t mind.”
Logan feels an inexplicable throb between his legs, and desperately ignores it, smiling politely at Roman.
“…Actually, that’s very kind of you,” Logan says. “I’d like that.”
Roman smiles, and stands.
“Admin access,” he declares.
Logan doesn’t even have time to process the statement before everything goes funny. He plummets back down, back into trance, the warm embrace of Roman’s programming taking over.
Logan hardly hears himself speak as he spreads his legs.
“Access granted. Drone is ready.”
Roman grins wickedly, and proudly takes his rightful place between Logan’s legs, so he can really make sure the programming has set in.
oh my god, i now know that these are a pain in the ASS to assemble. but like,,,, handy. so here you guys go. I'm going to sort them into six handy categories for you.
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be a good boy and...? - about 4.8k words. contains hypnosis/brainwashing, programming, mantras, orgasm control, trigger phrases, dubious consent. Use of 'good boy'. Features two of my OCs, Jamie and Aeor. (this is probably my fav thing on here ngl)
NSFS SUPERHERO AU
tbh, lowkey the best shit ive done, if you like a good hero-gets-corrupted-by-a-rogue/villain-w/-hypnosis then i've got some fics for You!!
EDIT: this au is kind of dark/fucked up. heavy on the dubcon and corruption kink - all three named heroes are succumbing to being fucked or fucking their villains and are not going to 'win'. please be wary of that going in.
i answer questions about it via asks and most of the important plot/lore dumps are tagged under my 'nsfs superhero au' tag if you want to know more/get the tone.
siren's call - part 1 - about 3k words. dom!janus, sub!patton. Trans Patton. CNC, hypnosis, dubcon, corruption kink. praise kink (’good boy’), facefucking, fingering, sex with clothes on, magic sex, memory play, multiple orgasms.
unexpected songs - impossible tasks - part 2 - Trans Patton, sub!Patton. Covert/accidental hypnosis, dubcon, corruption kink. ...accidental exhibitionism? masturbation at the end (not exhibitionism, he's in private). multiple orgasms.
the next stage - part 3 - Trans Patton, sub!Patton, dom!Janus, tist!Janus. hypnosis, dubcon, programming/mind control, corruption kink. blowjobs, riding dildos, magic. multiple orgasms. orgasm denial. use of ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt’ to describe a trans man’s genitals. Praise kink.
Deeper and deeper... - part 4 - about 4k words - Trans Patton, sub!Patton, dom!Janus, tist!Janus. hypnosis, dubcon, programming/mind control, corruption kink. smattering of angst thrown in there. assurance kink. masturbation, degradation and praise, magic, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, obedience, orgasm control, crying, kissing. use of ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt’ to describe a trans man’s genitals.
NSFS HUMAN AU
trapped in a brainwashing facility - 3.6k words, roceit, hypnokink/brainwashing, dubcon, pretty heavy fantasy, open/’unhappy’ ending, missing memories, uses of subliminal messaging on the characters - semi horror/erotic thriller
Big dragon, little prince - 2.8k words, Logince. top!Logan bottom!Roman, dom!Logan sub!Roman. Fantasy au. Pre-established relationship, monsterfucking. Dirty talk/degredation. Size kink. Brief mention of attempted murder at the start (monster hunters).
big dragon, little prince 2: now the dragon has 2 cocks - 3.4k words. Roceit. Mentioned Logince. Top!Janus, bottom!Roman, dom!Janus sub!roman. fantasy au. Pre-established Logince. Monsterfucking, dirtytalk/degredation. Size kink. Hemipenis/double penetration. Frotting. Janus uses they/them.
field research - about 4k words. sub/bottom Virgil, top/dom Remus, trans!virgil, referring to a trans man's genitalia as cunt and pussy, anal, double penetration, aphrodisiacs, intox/mild cnc/mild mind-altering substance, talk of breeding, overstim, monsterfucking, tentacles and monstercock.
untitled vampire logan logince fic - about 2k words. Vampire!Logan, logince, mind control/hypnosis, dubcon, vampiric thralls (fun fact, first fic i ever posted here and it's sat at 69 notes for months which still makes me laugh)
admin privileges - about 2.8k words -logince, sub logan dom roman. hypnokink, dronification, d/s, brainwashing/programming, dubious consent/cnc. Logan is an android and Roman is a human. Logan's trans, kind of. has a robopussy. uses of 'sir' and 'admin' as titles. inappropriate use of ports.
NSFS CANON COMPLIANT
just download ur bf a new brain! - roughly 4k words. Logince, sub!roman dom!logan, hypnotist logan, brainwashing, brainwashing via subliminals in music, descriptions of trance and dropping, cnc.
intrulogical hypno shenanigans - 4.6k words. Intrulogical, implied introloceit. sub!Remus dom!Logan. uses ‘master’ and ‘pet/baby boy/good boy’ as titles. Edging, trancing, and some good ol’ fashion boning. Contains an induction.
sequel to the above fic but now intruloceit - 4k words, threesome, hypnosis, dom!Logan, sub!Remus, sub!Janus, some initial anxieties, kink negotiation mid-sex, mantras, uses of ‘master/sir’ and ‘baby/baby boy/good boy/etc’ as titles
soft moceit hypnofic - about 3.6k words, moceit, dom/tist!Janus, sub!Patton, hypnosis, trance, a written induction of sorts, dubcon, gentle vibes, crying. Written pre-SvSs/POF
a book to turn off your brain - 2.6k words. loceit, sub!logan dom!janus, no actual fucking. Hypnosis via reading. Mindlessness, slow fall, implied hands-free-orgasm at the end, cnc
bimbo virgil - about 1k words. analogical, sub!virgil dom!logan, hypnokink, dumbification/bimbofication, trance, no actual sex, mirrors, uses titles like ‘master’ and ‘whore’.
janus gets double dommed - roughly 1.5k words. dom!logan, dom!roman, sub!janus. roloceit. no actual sex, just trance. Induction is written out. use of 'good boy' as praise. hypnosis.
new prescription - roughly 2.7k words. sub!logan, dom!remus. intrulogical. hypnosis, dubcon, brainwashing, memory play, oral fixation, degradation, no penetrative sex.
NSFS THOMASxSIDE
Teacher's pet - About 3.5k words. Dom!Logan, Sub!Thomas. Teacher/student roleplay. Both degradation and praise, use of ‘sir’ and ‘good boy’. A little ...feet...play? it was accidental but it’s hot i promise.
The One Where Roman Ties Him Up And Fucks Him Silly - 3.6k words. Bondage/BDSM, sub!Thomas, dom!Roman, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hypnosis, voice kink, royalty kink, royalty/servant dynamic (sort of) use of titles like ‘my king’, and ‘good boy’.
Well um there we go i guess i'll update it with more as I write them?? maybe?? probably.
and damn. ive written more than i expected won't lie. if you want reccs from me, i think the brainwashing facility one, the dukexiety monsterfucking one, bimbo virgil, my OC one and just all the superhero ones are the best
yeah unfortunately I think we are doomed to forever be separated by time zones unless I am traveling :(
prompt: hmm okay I have one. Janus is having an *awful* day and is snapping at everyone. desperately clinging to the last threads of his self control. (side of your choice) is finally like "okay, you need to be put down for a trance/nap/orgasm/all of the above" and semi-forcibly hypnotizes him into chilling the fuck out and giving up control.
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hiii alien anonnnn so this has been sitting in my askbox for literally months <3 <3 but i finally found the ouevre to do it so. i may be a little rusty tho so sorry <3
roughly 1.5k words. dom!logan, dom!roman, sub!janus. roloceit. no actual sex, just trance. Induction is written out. use of 'good boy' as praise. hypnosis.
as always, full fic under the cut
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Janus hates that he’s snapping at everyone. Remus can take it, usually laughs in Janus’ face about it, which makes it worse, honestly, but Janus appreciates that Remus can take it. Logan can too, actually, but the others all take it some level of personal, and Janus wishes he weren’t feeling so crabby, but he’s just-
He’s wired that way today, it seems.
Roman stares at him a little longer each time after every snappy remark, and Janus is sulking now, he wants to be close but everything is kind of loud, and he feels electric in a bad way, and he just wants-! …He doesn’t know what he wants.
Logan is sitting on the sofa. Janus is sitting in the armchair. Roman is sitting on his bean-bag throne. Roman and Logan keep shooting each other glances, even as Janus pretends to ignore them with a scowl on his face.
Why is it so hard to ask to be looked after? He wants to be looked after. He feels like shit, and he wants to be looked after. Janus finds himself tearing up, and he hides his face.
It’s when he hears movement that he looks up, and realises Roman has heaved himself out of his bean-bag throne and closed the difference between he and Logan, and he’s leaning down to whisper in Logan’s ear.
“Mm,” Logan says in agreement, before he rises to his feet too.
They approach Janus, which makes him shy away a little, shrink into the armchair.
“What do you want?” he snaps. “Leave me alone.”
“Do you really want that?” Logan asks, tilting his head, and Janus stares a moment. “Or do you want us?”
“We’re happy, you know,” Roman says, and he moves to Janus’ left a little more. “Happy to try take care of you.”
Logan moves to Janus’ right, sitting on the edge of the sofa.
“You’ve been highly strung all day,” Logan points out. “We have noticed. We want to help you.”
“We promise we will help you,” Roman adds, and he perches on the left armrest of Janus’ chair, and Janus keeps looking between them, unsure where to focus. “Don’t even worry about which one of us you want to look at. Do whatever you like.”
“Listen to whoever you like,” Logan adds. “Roman or I, we both want the same thing for you. To relax.”
“Yes, to relax,” Roman agrees, and Janus’ hands clench on his pants, he stares straight ahead so he’s not looking either in the eye. He can guess what they’re up to. And t-that’d be nice, but it- Janus isn’t- Janus won’t drop so easily. Surely he can’t, all stressed like this. “Don’t even worry about it, darling. There’s no rush, there’s no panic. It’s just you, me, and Logan. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
Janus looks at him, trying to keep a cynical look on his face, and he shakes his head softly.
“Oh, you don’t believe us?” Logan leans in a little, and Janus blinks as he turns to face Logan only to realise how close Logan suddenly is. “We do want you to relax. There’s nothing else you need to focus on other than Roman and I. Unless you want anything else…?”
Janus stares for another long moment, before he realises they’re waiting for a response, and he swallows, wets his lips, and softly says, “No…”
Roman and Logan both smile. Roman’s comes out as a sharp and eager grin. Logan’s looks perfectly normal, if it weren’t for how dark his eyes get, how hungrily they trace the shape of Janus’ face.
“You don’t have to worry,” Roman says, and he holds out his hand.
Janus hesitates, staring at it, before he slowly puts his hand in Roman’s.
“May we take off your gloves?” Roman asks.
Janus shakes his head.
“Aright,” Logan finishes, and he offers a hand too, and Janus looks at his hand, and hesitates a little longer before he puts his hand in Logan’s too. “Thank you for telling us.”
“We just want you to breathe,” Roman says softly, and he closes his fingers loosely around Janus’ hand. Then, slow and gentle, Roman pulls Janus’ hand towards him, then away from him in a small circle. Both Logan’s and Janus’ eyes follow the shape of it, before Logan silently copies the motion himself.
Janus feels- he already feels way more… fluid. Just kind of… being moved by their hands. They are moving him, and he doesn’t have to think about it.
“Breathe in,” Logan says.
Janus doesn’t question it. He breathes in.
“Hold,” Roman says.
Janus’ eyes fall to the floor as he does what they say.
“Breathe out,” Logan finishes.
Janus lets the air woosh out of him, head bowing.
“If your eyelids are feeling heavy, that’s alright,” Logan tells him, and Janus blinks slowly. Logan’s right. They are feeling heavy.
“You can close them, if you want,” Roman offers. “You can let your eyes close as you just breathe, nice and slow and calm.”
Janus keeps breathing in the pattern they set, and they guide him through the pattern of breathing a few more times, and Janus has to admit he’s feeling more grounded, the touch of his own clothes against his skin doesn’t feel as bad.
“As you breathe, and as you feel us just moving your hands gently like this,” Roman speaks up again now, and Janus’ eyes are closed, but he turns his head towards the prince anyway, listening, “you can feel yourself relaxing. All the tension is dropping off you, rolling off your shoulders and down your back, dripping off your fingertips. You don’t need that tension. You can just let it all go.”
Janus takes a big breath in, holds it instinctively, and when he breathes it all out, he slumps, listing over just a little, and their grips on his hands tighten a little to make sure he stays upright, and a little smile tugs at Janus’ mouth at that sensation.
“Good,” Logan says, and that makes Janus’ breathing hitch. “Good. Let yourself feel good. It’s always nice to see you smile like this.”
“It lets us know we’re treating you the way you like,” Roman adds. “Relax. Breathe. Smile. Sink into it.”
Janus shudders, his hands clenching in theirs, and his head lolls, chin dropping to his chest, but a shy little smile grows wider across his sleepy face.
“Good,” Logan repeats. “Very good.”
“Good boy,” Roman says. “Such a good boy for us.”
Janus makes a little humming sound in the back of his throat – a little too close to a moan for it to be innocent. They keep dragging his hands in little circles, which disorientate Janus more and more, he’s being dragged around and down, and he’s sinking into it, and he really didn’t think he’d be able to achieve trance the way he had been feeling however-many-minutes-ago it was, but he has and it feels good.
“Good boy,” Logan says, and a hand cups the back of his neck, and Janus whimpers for it. “Sink under our touch. Let go.”
“Just let go,” Roman’s words are by his ear, and Janus knows in a thoughtless heartbeat that those words are going straight into his brain. “Just let go for us. You’re going to drop. You want to drop.”
“You will drop for us.” Logan’s voice penetrates his brain from the other side, and Janus doesn’t know who to lean towards, torn between their gentle push and pull, ebb and flow, up and down, and he’s so effortlessly dizzy. “You want to drop.”
“…Want… t’drop…”
Janus isn’t really even that aware he spoke until he realises his lips are moving, but a warm sort of satisfaction fills him too at the sound of his own voice – hazy, slurring, content.
Logan and Roman move in beautiful synchronicity, and it’d be stunning to watch if Janus could open his eyes, if he had the wherewithal to watch at all. They gently start to lift his hands, up from waist-height to shoulder height. They stop at eye level. Janus can feel it, feel the way they manipulate his body. It feels so good. They’re going to drop his hands, and Janus is going to fall with it. That smile stays on his face, dopey and hazy and content.
He’s going to fall. He feels so good. He’s about to feel even better.
“Want t’drop,” he repeats unprompted.
Roman and Logan speak together.
“Good boy,” they say. “Drop on three…”
Janus shudders, eyelids opening just a fraction so he can do his best to study their faces, even though the pleasant haze.
“Two…”
Janus sighs happily, closing his eyes.
“One…”
The anticipation is killing him. He wants to drop. He wants to be good for them. When are they going to tell him to-?
“Drop.”
Roman and Logan let Janus’ hands go. Janus drops. He slumps backwards onto the couch with an open moan as his hands fall and bounce on the leather sofa, but his eyes are closed, his mouth is open, his head is lolling, and his mind is finally, blissfully,
empty.
The last thing he consciously hears, as his mind fades away for the evening – and it makes him smile, makes him feel all warm and gooey inside – is a very fond chorus of ‘good boy.’
hello I was the one who said you inspired me to write. here is my fic :D
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49542427
(also, sanity check bc my anxiety is going into overdrive for the first smut fic I've ever posted: it's anonymous, right? if it's not anonymous, please don't post this ask)
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other followers i am taking you by the shoulders and telling you you want to read this it's so so so good im going insane
ooh or something about Logan getting to relax and shut his brain off. maybe he gets a book from one of the other sides that trances him as he reads it
(hope multiple prompts are okay, feel free to only choose one or none. I just got very excited)
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okay. okay. okay. sorry for taking literally five months to get to this.
loceit, sub!logan dom!janus, no actual fucking. Hypnosis via reading, probably sort of doubles as an actual induction of sorts? Mindlessness, slow fall, implied hands-free-orgasm at the end, cnc (sort of).
2.6k words, under the cut. this one is heavy on that seduction/siren's call of trance angle.
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Logan rubs his temple as he hands in front of his bookcase, trying to decide on what to read. He’s getting a stress headache, it’s been a long week, and he is officially ready to try switch off and at least enjoy himself a little with a good story. Maybe he’ll reread a Sherlock Holmes novel… A Scandal in Bohemia, perhaps?
His fingers ghost along the spines of his books as he tries to make his choice. He loves this part. The anticipation. What to read, what to choose. Though he bites his lip, tilting his head. The decisions are overwhelming sometimes.
Someone knocks at his door. Logan grits his teeth before he answers it, but some of the tension drops away when he sees Janus there.
“Hello,” he says.
“Greetings,” Janus says, and his lips don’t move, but his eyes smile. “How are you?”
Logan blinks. “Um,” his eyes flick around, like it’s trick question. “Fine? …I was looking forward to a quiet evening reading, but… Well, nevermind. ...How are you?”
“Oh, reading!” Janus says with measured delight. “I was thinking of spending my evening the same way. Perhaps we could do so in each other’s company?”
Logan’s expression softens.
“That would be nice,” he agrees. “As long as we keep talking to a minimum. I don’t really want to hold many more conversations today.”
“We can do that,” Janus extends a hand. “Have you found your book, yet? Or will you pick one of mine?”
Logan hesitates a moment, before taking Janus’ hand.
“Well,” he shrugs one shoulder. “None of the books on my shelves are calling to me.”
Janus leads the way, and Logan lets him, and when he’s invited to step into Janus’ room, Logan takes a moment to bathe in the calming sensation that settles over him. The door clicks closed behind him.
“Alright, darling,” Janus says, and he puts a hand on Logan’s back to lead him over to his personal bookcase. “Let’s find you a good book.”
They comb over titles, but Logan finds his eyes drawn to one in particular, a tall, fairly thin book with beautiful midnight blue binding.
“Something caught your eye?” Janus says, his voice light and teasing, and Logan swallows, and pulls it off the shelf.
“What’s this?”
“Oh!” Janus clasps his hands. “I wrote that for you. I forgot to give it to you, silly me.”
“You wrote this for me?” Logan flushes, looking down at it. “Really?”
“Yes, love,” Janus leans in, kisses his cheek. “I wanted to give you something you could really wind down to in the evenings.”
He takes Logan’s empty hand and presses it over the front cover.
“It’s yours,” he whispers. His voice is husky. It makes Logan shiver with anticipation he can’t explain. “If you want it.”
“I want it!” Logan pulls it into his chest. “It’s… it’s very thoughtful, Janus. Thank you.”
Janus smiles softly, and turns back to the bookshelf to take a copy of Dracula, and takes Logan’s arm to lead him to Janus’ nice armchair.
…Janus is being oddly handsy today. But mind you, Logan smiles softly, he does get like this sometimes, he told Logan touch was very assuring for him as part of their relationship, and really, Logan likes Janus’ hands on him.
With a flick of the wrist and a thought, a second identical armchair appears beside the one Logan’s being gently pushed into. Janus pulls it up alongside comfortably, and settles there, in Logan’s periphery. He even puts his feet up on an ottoman, takes the hat off his head and settles it on the coffee table between them, and lounges back, opening his book.
Logan glances at him, and Janus shoots him a soft little smile.
So Logan leans back in the comfortable chair, wishing for a moment he’d thought to make tea before they settled in, before he shakes his head softly, and opens the book.
‘For my dearest Logan,’ The dedication on the first page reads, ‘who thinks too much.’
Logan’s lips twist into a smile, and he snorts, amused. He does notice that there is no title. There hadn’t been one on the front cover, and he tilts his head at it, glancing at Janus, who doesn’t look up from his own book.
It… it must be deliberate, then. Logan shakes his head again, and turns the page.
‘I am going to tell you a story,’ the book reads, ‘that might seem very familiar to you. But it’s a good story, Logan, and one you have always enjoyed, so I don’t think you’ll mind reading it again.’
Logan purses his lips, before he stops to evaluate how beautifully handwritten it is. Janus’ handwriting is just delightful.
‘It is about a man, much like yourself. Always a cliché, I know, but he really is like you. Hard-working, talented, and just so stressed. He never took a break when he should, until he found something that taught him how.’
Logan can’t help himself but raise an eyebrow at the prose, shoot Janus a quick glance, before turning back. This time, he doesn’t see it, but Janus side-eyes him, anticipation curling his lip into a hint of a smile.
‘He found a book. A book! Just like the one you’re holding now. A pretty book, a book filled with pretty words. It fitted beautifully into his hands, like it was made for him, just for him.’
Logan turns the page.
‘And the book started very simply. It taught him ways to relax. And the best, most basic start for relaxation – or so the book believed – was breathing.’
“Is this just guided meditation, or something?” Logan finally breaks his reader’s silence, turning to Janus.
“I thought you didn’t want conversation?” Janus raises an eyebrow at Logan, keeping his expression neutral, and Logan bites his lip and looks away. He did say that. “But… to answer your question… well, why don’t you keep reading and find out?”
Logan rolls his eyes at his partner’s ambiguity, but does turn back to his reading.
‘Yes, breathing. It may seem silly, but it works. The man found all he had to do was follow the instructions the book gave him, and nothing more. When the book told him to breathe in slowly, he did so. When the book told him to hold it, he did so. When the book told him to breathe out slowly, he did so.’
‘Why don’t you try it now? Just follow the words.’
‘Breathe in.’
Logan blinks, shakes his head, but decides it won’t do any harm. And besides, he needs to relax. He takes in a slow breath.
‘Hold.’
Logan does so.
‘Breathe out.’
And Logan let the air out, slow and gentle, and almost feels self-conscious for it. But Janus has gone back to ignoring him.
‘Good,’ praises the book, and Logan blinks at it. ‘That was perfect. Do it again.’
‘Breathe in. Breathe in all the stress and tension you have.’
Logan frowned a little, but did as he was told, sucking in a breath.
‘Hold it, floating, hanging, weightless.’
Those were good words to describe it, actually. He had to agree, it did… feel like that.
‘And breathe out. Breathe out all the tension, all the stress, leaving only relaxation. Relax, let the feeling spread through your chest from your lungs, down your arms and to your fingertips. Down your legs and to your toes. Up into your head and to your eyelids.’
Logan followed the words.
‘Good,’ the book praised him. ‘Again.’
The three printed lines repeated, and Logan did as he was told, and he had to agree with the book, as he read those words over and over, his tension just seemed to drain out of him. His blinking slowed down. It became so hard to want to lift his hand to turn the page.
‘Well done,’ were the first two words awaiting Logan on the next page. ‘Nice and relaxed. Like lying in a warm bath, like napping in the sun. Calm and relaxed, it almost feels like your head could be empty.’
Logan absorbs that line, but frowns a little at it, though now, his frown is little more than a downwards twitch of his lips.
‘It almost seems silly, doesn’t it? The idea of an empty head. But that was what the book told the man. It told him the next step in relaxing completely, relaxing enough, was to make his head empty. But to relax the mind, you have to relax the body.’
That… makes sense? Logan can follow that logic. He doesn’t remember feeling this sluggish before. He lets out a big, long breath, and casts his eyes over the paragraph again before he reads on.
‘The book told the man that his whole body should feel heavy. Heavy like lead. Heavy like lying in a warm bed on a cold morning. Heavy in a comfortable way, a relaxing way. Heavy in a way that he wouldn’t, shouldn’t and couldn’t fight. There was no need to fight it. If the man only let it happen, he would feel so good.’
Logan’s head tips to the side a little as he reads, his blinks so slow. It… it did feel nice to let it all slow down. His legs down felt so heavy, he couldn’t stand up if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to.
‘The book promised the man if he only let it all happen, it’d feel good. If he did as its words said, he’d feel so good.’
‘If he obeyed.’
Logan swallows hard, and goes to frown again.
‘Now, it’s a little silly, again, isn’t it? The word. The idea. ‘Obeying’. The word has strange connotations. There’s a level of mindlessness to it. To absorb what you’re being told, to accept what you’re being told, and to decide to do it. But even beyond that, ‘decide’ implies choice. ‘Obey’ is much more than choosing. Obeying feels better than choosing. The book told the man that he should obey, and as the man read on, he found himself agreeing.’
It… that also… makes sense? Logan can’t argue with that. And… it sounds like he shouldn’t argue with it, either. If he’s supposed to be following the book to relax, it wouldn’t make sense to disobey its instructions.
‘So the man read the book, and obeyed. The man let the book tell him to keep breathing deep and slow, to let his tension go, to let relaxation take over, and to let his body grow heavy, and his mind grow empty.’
‘The man didn’t need to think. He just needed to read and obey. You don’t need to think. You just need to read and obey.’
Read… and obey? Logan swallows hard, and combs over the line again. Read and obey.
‘Read and obey.’
He wets his lips.
‘Good. Very good. You’re so good.’
His lips part. He doesn’t make a noise, but his breath leaves him a little fast. And Logan doesn’t know it, absorbed in the book as he is, but Janus is still holding up his own book, yes, but his eyes are fixed on Logan.
‘You’re so good, doing exactly as you’re told. You’re so good for obeying. Read and obey.’
‘When you read the words, ‘read and obey’, you are going to start feeling something spreading through your body, Logan. It is pleasure. It is pleasure, as a reward for being so good, and for reading and obeying. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to do anything at all, other than read and obey, and feel so very good.’
‘Read and obey.’
Logan swallows again as a warm swell of pleasure washes through him, gentle but persistent, and he shivers under it.
‘Read and obey.’
His breathing gets faster.
‘Feeling so good. Read and obey. Read and obey. Read and obey.’
It crawls up his spine, filling his chest with warmth. It fills his brain, pushing down all other thoughts, all resistance, filling his head with warmth and pleasure. It rests nice and heavy and calmly in his stomach, growing stronger with each repetition, growing downwards, and Logan is barely aware of the way he grinds down a little into his seat as the pleasure fills him.
‘Read and obey. Unaware of anything but my words. Read and obey. Do you know what this is, Logan? This is trance. You are deeply in trance. Read and obey. It’s the truth. You are doing exactly as you are told, and you have fallen so deeply in trance.’
‘Read and obey.’
Logan struggles to keep his eyes open enough to read now, struggles to keep his eyes focussed on the words, but he can’t stop reading, he has to keep reading, he has to read and obey.
‘Deeply in trance. You are mine. Read and obey. Deeply in trance. Deeply aroused and feeling good. You are mine. Read and obey.’
Logan whines. He actually makes a sound. It wanders out his parted lips, so quiet, but it makes Janus grin, and give up all pretences of reading, and he sets down his book and watches Logan’s descent.
‘Fall deep. Fall deeper. Follow my words down, Logan. No more thoughts. No more thinking. Just pleasure. Read and obey.’
‘You want to touch yourself. You want to so badly, but you can’t. You can only hold this book, and read, and obey. Moan. Read and obey.’
Logan moans. It wanders out his lips, more breath than sound.
‘Good boy,’ says the book, and Logan flushes even as he struggles to keep his eyes open. ‘Read and obey. Moan again. Moan louder. Read and obey.’
Logan obeys. He moans again, moans louder, and if he were more aware, he’d hear how Janus’ breath hitches for it.
‘You feel so good. You are so deep in trance. You feel the pleasure building. Building. Building. Read and obey.’
This time, Logan moans unprompted. His hips keep grinding. He’s panting.
‘You can feel an orgasm building. You want an orgasm. You want to cum. You want to cum so badly. But you can’t, not yet, because I haven’t said you can.’
A whimper, this time. Logan’s lips are still parted, he can idly feel something wet leaking past his lips and trailing down his chin. He can’t move to wipe it away. He can only read and obey.
‘You’re a clever boy, Logan, I’m sure you can guess by now that the man in the story is you. We’ve done this before. You don’t remember it, but we have. That’s why it’s so easy to read and obey now. You’re back here, deep in trance, following my words, because this is safe and comfortable, and you feel so good.’
‘You want to cum. Keep reading. You want to cum so badly. Read and obey.’
Logan’s chest is beginning to heave. He can’t look away. He isn’t even aware of turning pages anymore, of his body moving to accomplish that task. He is only aware of the pleasure, and the words.
‘I wrote this book for you, Logan. You obey me. You feel good because I want you to. You obey me because I want you to. Read and obey.’
Logan turns the page, and realises it’s the last one.
And it has two words left written there, in Janus’ beautiful handwriting.
‘Look up.’
Logan reads them, obeys them, lifts his head, and- when did Janus stand up? When did Janus move over him? Logan looks up, mouth hanging open, panting, drooling, empty-headed and desperate, and…
Janus smiles at him. He reaches out, palms up, and closes Logan’s book.
As the book snaps closed, he gives his final order.
