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"pretty boy~"

i look up from my phone to see my roommate on the bed.

"do you need something?" i ask.

they trail their hand up my thigh and i can already feel myself getting hard and wet at their touch. "just you."

they lean in to kiss me, rubbing me through my jeans, and i whine. i can feel them grin against my lips.

i try to protest. "th-the door isn't-"

"shh, pretty boy," they whisper, and put their other hand over my mouth. "you'll just have to be quiet, won't you?"

i try to say something, but they slip their hand under my waistband and all i can do is moan. they play with my tcock slowly, knowing that teasing me like this is just going to make me buck into their hand and beg. my tongue is already darting out. how do they make me so horny?

"aw, do you wanna suck my fingers, pretty boy?" they tease, and i nod, desperate. they push their fingers past my lips and groan softly. "god, you're good at that."

i can hear our other roommate watching tv in the living room. i don't want them to know what a slut i am, but fuck, this feels so good, i'm too fucking vocal to keep quiet, i can't-

i whimper around their fingers and they shove them deeper, nearly causing me to gag.

"quiet," they growl, and i breathe harshly as my hips push into their hand. "oh, you like that? you like when i'm mean?"

they press a finger into me, and i squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus on keeping it down. i'm making my boxers so wet, i just want my roommate to take them off and fuck me, but they've made it clear that we're going at their pace, not mine.

"you little whore," they grin, their breath hot on my ear. "you're not even gonna try to stop me, are you? you're just that desperate for my cock that you don't care if they hear you..."

i hold back the whine in my throat and just nod. please, god, i want their cock so badly, i can't think about anything else. i suck their fingers harder, trying to beg without words.

"nnh..." they kiss my cheek. "you're such a good boy. how could i refuse you?"

they easily unbutton my jeans and pull my underwear down, and slide into me with no resistance. they tease my chest and i come dangerously close to biting down on their fingers.

"ah-ah," they tut, thrusting slowly. "can't have that. you wanna keep sucking, you have to be good."

i want to be good, i really want to be good. drool drips from the side of my mouth as i try to stifle my sounds. they bite down on my shoulder to muffle themself, rocking into me, bruising grip on my hip. i feel so full, i'm so fucking needy, i'm going to cum already and i need it so badly.

i cum around their cock, straining with the effort of not making sound. i breathe rapidly through my nose, eyes rolled back, and they laugh softly.

"open," they whisper. "i'm not done."

i slide down so that i can take their cock into my mouth. i stare up at them with fluttering eyes and they smirk and thrust deeper.

"my perfect slut," they gasp, gripping my hair. "fuck... nnh..."

they cum soon after, and i swallow it down. they pull out of my mouth, and stand up, smiling at me as i try to collect myself. they lean down and kiss me, interrupting any attempt to regain the ability to think.

"go take a shower, pretty boy," they whisper. "you're such a cute mess."

i watch them leave, then stumble upright and into the hallway.

"oh, hey man," my other roommate says, and i jump. "sorry. you alright? heard you breathing kinda heavy."

i flush pink. "oh, haha, yeah, you know me, i'm just overheating again. i'm just gonna take a cold shower."

i can tell they don't believe me at all.

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it's so late at night but i just want to keep edging myself stupid

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using belts as a collar >>>>

watching you take off your belt, knowing what's about to happen. putting it around my throat, tightening it until it's snug. using what's left after being threaded through the buckle to yank me forward or keep me in place as you make me fall apart for you

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How did you get into hypnosis/mind control?

i stumbled into it, oddly enough. i was on an otherwise unassuming blog that had reblogged some hypno art and went down rabbit hole of discovering that uh. wow. i really enjoy this 😳

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i get horny so easily you could literally just come up to me and talk to me condescendingly and i'd leave with a wet patch on whatever i was wearing

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the young prince has been overworking himself, lately. endless meetings and events and paperwork. the palace sorcerer has noticed it more than anyone. taken an unusually keen interest, in fact.

"your highness," he says, while the prince is at his writing desk. "i think perhaps you need to rest."

"no, no, i'm nearly finished," the prince replies.

"please, i insist," the sorcerer says. "you've stressed yourself. i think i have just the thing to help you."

the prince, after a moment of hesitation, weakly agrees, and follows the sorcerer to his tower, high above the rest of the palace, where no-one will disturb them.

"let me get a pillow for you to sit on," the sorcerer says. "you'll hurt yourself sitting on the stone."

the prince awkwardly tries to balance himself on the pillow, before the sorcerer stops him.

"perhaps it might be better if you kneel?" the sorcerer suggests.

the prince bites his bottom lip. "must i sit on the floor? i'm... not sure about this..."

the sorcerer puts a gentle hand on the prince's shoulder. "please. trust me, your highness."

the little exhale the prince lets out as he settles onto his knees is such a sweet sound. the sorcerer restrains himself, for now.

"there we are," the sorcerer says, and takes a watch from his desk. "shall we begin?"

"a... pocketwatch?" the prince frowns.

"it's all a part of the process," the sorcerer smiles, and lets it hang. "just follow it with your eyes. trust me."

the prince has always been a little too trusting. his eyes swivel back and forth with the watch, as he takes slow breaths, in and out, left to right, in and out, left to right.

"just relax," the sorcerer says, his voice softening. it doesn't take much magic to make the watch an object of intense focus. "let go of all that tension for me."

the prince's shoulders slowly slump, and the sorcerer looks on in delight as the prince tries to resist the slackening of his jaw.

"don't fight it," the sorcerer says. "we want all of those muscles nice and loose."

that was all the prince needed to let his mouth hang open. his body is almost swaying with the movement of the pocketwatch.

"nice and relaxed for me." the sorcerer smiles. he hadn't expected it to be quite so easy. "follow the watch, listen to my voice. that's all you need to do. all you want to do."

the prince nods, beautiful, blank eyes obeying, knees sinking into the silk pillow. he barely blinks. just sits and stares.

"doesn't that feel good?" the sorcerer asks. "letting everything go. letting someone tell you what to do. it's so much easier to obey orders than to give them."

the prince nods again, another part of his mind slipping out with every passing second.

"i'm going to count down from five, and then all you'll have to do is follow my voice. you only need to focus on me. don't you want that?"

"yes," the prince breathes, sounding nothing like himself.

"five, four, three, two... one."

the sorcerer swings the pocketwatch up into his hand, shutting the kaleidoscopic colours away. the prince, the gorgeous, mindless little prince, stares blankly upwards as the sorcerer approaches him and places a hand on his chin.

"that's it. good boy." the sorcerer grins, drawing a thumb across the prince's lip. "you're not thinking at all, are you? just letting my voice fill your pretty head."

drool begins to run down the prince's face.

"i know what you want." the sorcerer's voice drops to a whisper. "what you need. open up, sweet thing."

the prince obediently opens his mouth into a perfect "o" shape, and the sorcerer smiles and undoes his robes.

he intended to take things slowly. but the moment the sorcerer's cock presses against the prince's warm, wet mouth, he can only thrust deeply and groan at the feeling. the prince takes him eagerly, unable to think any further than how desperately he wants this cock down his throat.

"such a good boy," the sorcerer gasps, gripping the prince's hair. "this is what you're perfect for. you make a much better toy than a prince..."

it's all true, when the sorcerer says it, when the prince- the, the toy is kneeling on the floor, nothing but willing to take whatever he is given. the sorcerer can only imagine what more he could do to his little toy, with more time, more practice at dropping him deeper...

the toy moans softly when the sorcerer comes, only pulling away because the sorcerer tugs on his hair. he doesn't close his mouth, and the sorcerer laughs softly as the white liquid starts to mix with the drool.

"swallow, pretty boy," the sorcerer orders, and the toy does as told.

oh, he could never tire of this. a powerful, handsome prince, reduced to a toy on his knees, all but begging to be used. the sorcerer is sure he could have his toy begging in time.

but for now, he steps back, fixes his robes, and hangs the watch in front of the toy's face again.

"follow the watch," the sorcerer says, and the toy fixes his eyes to the colours again. "that's it, good boy. back and forth. now, i'm going to count up to five, and you're going to wake up, and forget all about this."

the toy nods once more, and the sorcerer is almost hesitant to let him come back up. glossy, glazed eyes. but he can always drop the poor, pretty prince back down.

"one, two, three, four... five."

the prince's eyes flutter, and he takes a deep breath. he lets it out with a shaky laugh, and looks up at the sorcerer.

"how do you feel?" the sorcerer asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

"b-better," the prince says, and smiles his sweet little smile. "much better. how did you...?"

"i just had you focus a little," the sorcerer replies. "you've had far too many things on your mind, your highness."

"yes, i... suppose i have," the prince sighs. "i apologise for taking up your precious time for this."

the sorcerer waves him off. "no, it was a pleasure to have you, your highness. do let me know if you're ever in need of another session."

somehow, the prince has a feeling he'll be returning to the tower again, and again, and again. it's... nice, to drift away for a while...

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it is. hard to think. i just listened to a hypno file and everything is so so so floaty moving is hard and hnnnn

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nooo don't trance me haha i'll turn into a drooly good boy......

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love boys. boys who whimper and whine underneath you. boys who desperately rut against your thigh. boys whose mouths hang open as they sweetly gasp. boys who are so needy and clingy they'll beg over and over again until their brains melt and you finally fuck them. boys 💕

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dammit i have a royalty kink don't i.

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hypnotising a prince to feel aroused and dumb every time he hears the words ‘your majesty’, ‘your grace’, or ‘your highness’

setting the trigger into effect at a ball, where all of his court and subjects have to greet him with his title. he sits on his throne in beautiful lavish attire, regal and generously welcoming all his guests to the event. but his loyal knight can see the sweat on his brow, the way he’s panting and biting his lip, and how fidgety he is, pressing his legs together with every moment he isn’t greeting a court member

“are you doing alright, your majesty?” the knight asks.

the prince almost bucks in his seat and makes a tiny whimper. “i… yes. i’m perfectly fine. thank you for the concern, sir.”

the formalities keep going, and the prince finds it harder and harder to focus, his head swimming and warm. he keeps his script going, welcoming every guest into the palace and inviting them to partake in the festivities, but he’s squirming in his seat when he thinks no one will notice, and his eyes keep flicking to all of his male guest’s cocks…

the final guest, a king from an allied kingdom. he is broad and handsome, and finely dressed. ‘your majesty.’ he smiles with all the charm in the world.

the prince moans, and the ballroom goes silent. he claps his hand over his face, bright red, all decorum vanished. he lets out a polite cough, before returning to his script and inviting the king to the festivities. with a curious look, the king nods and moves to the dancefloor. the guests go back to their conversation, gossiping about the king’s rumoured… size.

with formalities done, the prince quickly scrambles to an adjacent room, trying to calm himself. he stares into a mirror and sees he is flushed, pupils blown, lips swollen, and hair mussed. he smoothes it out and tries to ignore his sensitive chest and growing wetness between his legs, taking a deep breath before holding his head high and joining into the festivities.

the neighbouring king is in the centre of the palace dancefloor, politely chatting to some court members, but he looks over to the prince with a smile as he walks over. ‘your majesty.’

the prince squeaks as heat pulses between his legs and his head swims, but he hides it with a cough. he gives a quick bow, not thinking about how much he wants to be bent over… ‘your highness. i wanted to ask your forgiveness for my lack of decorum upon your arrival. i hope i have not offended you.’

the king’s smile broadens, and the prince melts. ‘not at all, your highness. i found it rather… endearing.’ he swears he sees his eyes flick downwards.

‘right.’ the prince says. he feels dazed, and he can’t pull his eyes from the king’s lips, framed by a handsome beard. ‘um-’

‘your majesty,’ the king says, seemingly ignoring the gasp from the prince, ‘could i have this dance?’ he holds out a calloused hand, rough from all his many battles, and the prince, buzzing with arousal and confusion, takes his hand and they move to the dancefloor.

‘i must say, your majesty, the tales do not do justice to your handsome visage.’ the king murmurs as they circle each other, a hand raised each to connect their palms.

‘huh?’ the prince says dumbly, the spinning and the heat between his legs, pulsing once again at the sound of his title, turning his thoughts fuzzy and incoherent.

‘here, your highness,’ the king brings the prince to his chest, scandalously close as they continue to turn. ‘i know it’s hard to think, isn’t it, your grace?’

‘mmm… yes…’ the prince mumbles, then sobers for a second and looks up. ‘wait… how did you…?’

the king gives him a devious smile. ‘i see my advisor found you, your highness.’

the prince bites back a soft moan and the king laughs and holds him closer to his chest.

‘that’s right, your majesty. every time you hear your title. prince… highness… majesty…’ every title the king whispers is punctuated by a moan, and he sneaks a hand under the prince’s fineries to tease his chest, drawing out another whine. ‘you get a little bit more aroused between what i’m sure are beautiful legs, and it gets a little harder to think in that pretty head.’

the rest of the dance floor are sneaking glances at them, and the prince straightens to try and keep up appearances, despite practically clinging to the king as he gropes his chest. ‘w-why… i don’t…’

‘i heard all the tales about the beautiful prince in the nearby kingdom, and, well, i suppose i could have met you, courted you, perhaps even offered a marriage proposal… and that might come in good time, your highness.’ he places a kiss on the shuddering prince’s head, stroking his hair. ‘but i thought about such a beautiful, handsome prince, begging for me like a slut, and i couldn’t resist.’

he spins the prince around, laughing as he wobbles on confused and aroused legs. the prince, despite everything, curls back into the king’s broad chest, bucking his hips into him.

‘oh, good boy.’ the king purrs. ‘i bet you’re soaked, aren’t you, highness? hard and desperate between your legs, and completely empty between your ears, aren’t you?’

the prince stares up at the king, crown and wide eyes glittering. he nods and a deep, quiet, drawn out moan escapes his mouth.

‘you want my cock, don’t you?’ the king smiles as the prince nods desperately. ‘i bet i could bend you over right here like a cheap whore and fuck you in front of all your court. the powerful, handsome prince, reduced to a drooling, moaning mess bouncing on my cock. i bet i could get you to beg for that too, to ruin your reputation and have you, the proud prince of your kingdom on his knees, begging to suck a king’s cock. they’d never see you as anything but a cockdrunk whore again.’

the prince whimpers and finds his words, ‘f-fuck… i can’t… but…’ he whines. ‘fuck. fuck i need you to fuck me. i don’t care where you fuck me, i don’t care if anyone sees, i need your cock, please!’

‘so good for me, your majesty.’ the king growls. he turns the prince around and whispers in his ear. ‘take us to a private room, your highness. i’ll save your reputation and fuck you somewhere private, sweetheart.’

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i think my biggest problem is actually that i don't get called a good boy enough. call me a good boy and my brain will drip right out of me. it's not like i need it anyway i just need to cum until you say stop 💕

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god i feel this so bad, just wanna be dropped by a cute boy and told IM a good boy,,, and then i could do it to HIM !!!

REAL what if we dropped each other and we were both boys. or whatever. i think if a cute boy dropped me (or the other way around) that would be it for me i would be at peace. hhrg this ask made me feel a way <3

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obssessed with the idea of having a normal life, going out to work, spending time with friends, and then coming home and being immediately dropped and reminded that no matter what i'm still just a good pet 💕

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nnn my mind js so empty i just wanna keep cumming s all i'm good for

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i literally just want to like. have something inside me all the time. stuff me with a toy when I go out. use me as a cockwarmer. let me wake up to me fucking myself on your cock while i sleep. it would be all i could think about until i'd beg to always be full

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thinking about being given a trigger that whenever i start wanting to disobey my hand slips down and i edge myself into oblivion again. just an endless looping cycle of even considering escaping control puts me right back under it, even deeper