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bakerstreet2014-07-30 12:53 am
armpit) wrote in bakerstreet2014-07-30 12:53 am
the hypnosis meme
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• pick your prompt(s) with the RNG.
• play and have fun!
• WARNING! several of the prompts leave room for triggering and/or explicit content. proceed with caution when reading, and (if possible) add any content or rating warnings in the subject line of your thread(s). thank you!
how?
why?
what?
01 induction. a comfortable place, a confident touch, and all the right words to take you under. deep breath in, deep breath out, just lie back for the plain flavor, no gimmicks or special powers involved.
02 the prop box. that's not enough? then how about a spinning spiral, or a swinging pocket watch, a coin or a candle, a flickering candle, that's right, just look at the flame, watch the flame closely, watch it dance in front of your eyes and relax, just relax...
03 simply powerful. deep and hypnotic eyes, a strong and commanding voice, their comforting and soothing touch; that person has more than talent - they have the power to bring you completely under their control, and there is no way to resist... at least not forever.
04 magic! a spell to control your body, a potion to command your mind, an artifact to destroy your will. you might have been enchanted, or even cursed. maybe it was an accident, a lesson gone wrong. whatever it was, it's time for a magical trance!
05 science! death rays are so last season, hypno rays are all the rage these days! and did you hear about that new drug that makes you 89% more suggestible to everything you're told? apparently they can even insert a chip into your brain and-- you know, why don't you see the miracle of science for yourself?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.
why?
01 therapy something you want to remember? something you'd like to forget? quit smoking, eat healthier, be the best you you can be. whatever your reason, whatever your method, your subconsciousness needs a spring cleaning to improve your life.
02 in good fun you're really looking forward to this! it's a show, it's a party, or maybe it's just the two of you trying something new. entertaining, relaxing, maybe even hot and steamy. kick back, and enjoy the experience.
03 part of the job the latest corporate drug, another monster preying on people's minds, the third alien artifact you dug up this week. you've run into this before, and you will run into it again. but maybe this time is different. maybe this time something went wrong...
04 part of a scheme you don't want this, but somebody else begs to differ. maybe it's as harmless as a prank to make you cluck like a chicken whenever they say your name. or maybe it's as bad as a plot to make you their obedient servant forever. only they know, but for better or worse, you're about to find out.
05 an accident a vacant stare into that magical mirror, blank faces after a gas leak, sparks flying in the wrong direction and suddenly you find yourself chanting 'yes, master' over and over again? looks like somebody was too careless. sure, nobody meant for this to happen, but it did, and now you have to deal with the side-effects.
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.
what?
01 relaxation. all you want is to unwind, switch off, forget about your stress and worries for a while. close your eyes, you'll wake up feeling so refreshed. that is, unless somebody goes a little overboard with that happy and vacant smile...
02 transformation. bark like a dog. moo like a cow. put on this apron, you are the maid now. you're a robot, you're just a doll, you are the president of the world, an adorable baby, the perfect boyfriend- you are something or somebody you weren't before.
03 personality change. people don't change? we'll see about that! there must be some way to make you more assertive, less anxious, more honest, less unruly. maybe something could even change your evil ways! or your good ones, for that matter...
04 submission. this one is all about following commands. any commands. any commands. but do they just want to see you dance to their tune once, or will they wash, scrub and bleach your brain until it comes out blank and obedient forever?
05 seduction. maybe it's something sneaky to charm somebody you just met, maybe it's something sexy to spice up your relationship. whatever it is, whatever you do, it's trance time in the bedroom. and it would feel so amazing to take off your clothes for me, wouldn't it?
06 other. combine, change, roll again, or try something else entirely.
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Momo-kun, I... don't think this works the way you think it does.
[ There are a thousand other things he could say here (even if half of them are things like 'how did I let myself get talked into this'. 'why is this even happening to me', 'this is not the life I wanted to lead' etc), but somehow that's the first thing that comes to mind. It had all started so simply as well; Momo had come to him excited over some 'mind over matter' thing he'd seen on TV, one thing led to another, and after much begging and pleading until Nitori finally relented, they ended up here.
Nitori's not quite sure how this is going to improve their swimming, given Momo's hardly a qualified hypnotist in the first place. Especially when that... thing in Momo's hand, a spiral-patterned disc on a stick, looks more like it could've been a prop in some 90s sentai series than anything else. Not that that's the only prop they have, oh no; Momo's prepared a wide variety of hypnotic devices for them, from the classic five-yen coin on a string to a broken pocket watch. Which one he plans to use, and how, is really anyone's guess at this point. ]
No, moreover, how many of these do you have?
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[ Why he brought them to school is anyone's guess. What matters is the scope of his collection. What's more remarkable, the amount of junk he has squirrelled away or the pride in his voice as he gestures to Nitori with his black and white spiral on a stick? Since Nitori isn't exactly the tidiest kid in school and turns their room into a bombsite at least twice a week, the answer is pretty obvious. ]
But, more moreover, it's thoughts we've got to challenge, Nitori-senpai, and your downer attitude makes you the ideal candidate!
[ Aaand it might be good for a laugh if one of these things does work as advertised.
The broken watch never tricked Seijuro into handing over his dessert, truth enough, but that might be 'cause hands got stuck not too long after Momo got his hands on the stupid thing. Same goes for the coin; he's pretty sure it must be a fake, there's not a vending machine or convenience store around that'll take it. But one of his childhood treasures must work! The spiral pin wheel, for example, he made himself off an internet print-out. He gives it a spin for show and, without actually asking, fixes Nitori with an expectant stare.
Are you sleepy, Nitori-senpai, are you, huh? - That's what's written all over his face. ]
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But no, it's definitely the sense of pride Momo has over this that's amazing here. Who knew having his own kouhai was going to be such a struggle? There was nothing like this back when Rin-senpai lived in this room, no siree; there was also far less conversation, sure, and what little there was tended to be on the awkward side, but he never had the gall to call one of his seniors a 'downer'! As if Nitori doesn't already know that what makes him the ideal candidate for this is that he's just not as good at saying 'no' as Rin and Sousuke are!!
Not that this stops him from sighing, of course, when Momo starts that spiral spinning and the fact that he's actually serious about this catches up to Nitori - he's not just playing around, this isn't something he's just wanted to do since he was a kid, no, he actually thinks this might work, and it's that that makes Nitori decide enough is enough. It's time for him to play the role of a serious senpai properly for once!! ]
... Couldn't you say something before we start?
[ He tried. He tried really hard and no-one should criticise him. ]
It's going to take a while if you're planning to use all of these, you know.
[ And that's going to be five or ten minutes of his life that he'll never be able to get back. On a side note, Nitori is still staring quite intently at the pinwheel, even as he complains, not that there's anything particularly significant about that; it just happens to be right in front of him, and the way it spins just happens to be quite attention-grabbing, that's all. The idea that he finds himself suddenly fascinated by a bit of paper on a stick, that for some reason he can't quite bring himself to just reach forward and take it out of Momo's hand, is nothing short of absurd.
Totally. ]
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[ Sounds about right. Momo peeks out from behind his toy to make sure Nitori is watching. His eyes sparkle as he takes in the sight of Nitori doing his senpai duties; how nice of him to listen to and go along with his precious kouhai's requests, and all for the good of the team. This'll make them better swimmers, he just knows it, like when shounen heroes remove their limiters and kick some bad guy butt. Once he read about how babies know how to swim when they're born, they just forget how as they grow up, which means everyone must have some untapped swimming potential locked away. Just thinking about it gets him all excited - imagine how much cooler he'll be when he can slice through the water!
Oh, right, and Nitori-senpai will be there too! History will be sure to save a footnote for the guinea pig. ]
Yeah, yeah, okay! Listen to my voice and, um, get all relaxed, and...
[ He looks around their room for some inspiration.
At this point it should be obvious Momo has opted for the make it up as he goes along approach, but he seems to be enjoying himself all the same. Nitori should've never agreed to this; perhaps he'd best go to Rin and Sousuke for lessons in saying no to his energetic kouhai. But that'll have to wait 'til later. A true senpai wouldn't back out when they're in the middle of something. Momo chuckles playfully as he gives the wheel a good spin, letting the patterned paper do its work in what is nothing short of a miracle, and a wide grin spreads across his face when he figures out the best thing to have his poor senpai do first.
Hypnotists on TV and up on stages make people cluck like chickens or bark like dogs, but Nitori-senpai isn't a chicken or a dog. ]
Ah! Quack like a duck. A loud duck!
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[ Oh, a footnote. He's honoured beyond words.
If this was a proper senpai-kouhai relationship (which it very much isn't, that much has been clear from the start) Nitori would logically be the one doing the hypnotizing, because he should be the one improving his junior's technique, not the other way around. ... Although, the chances of anyone's swimming improving as a result of this are getting smaller by the second. At the very least, being a true senpai shouldn't require him to sit here staring blankly at the toy in Momo's hand, focused so firmly on it that the spiral pattern is practically reflected in his eyes.
It's not like he can't look away, of course, he's fairly sure of that, it's just that he doesn't want to, in the same way he doesn't want to, say, cover his eyes, or knock the pinwheel out of Momo's hand while he has the chance, or point out that the whole 'you're feeling very sleepy' cliché hasn't been relevant in over a decade. If anything, the more Momo talks, the more he finds his gaze being drawn helplessly back to the spiral, the more Nitori realises that he wants nothing more than to hang on his every word, losing his grip on his own mind all the while. He should probably be concerned by what's going on here, he really should, but the reality of the situation, the fact that Momo somehow made a toy capable of hypnotizing people when he was who-knows how old, and is only now discovering that it works, is still taking its time to sink in.
Hell, there's still a part of him that refuses to accept that he's actually being hypnotized, a chorus of this can't seriously be happening even as he acknowledges that yes, he is getting pretty sleepy right now. By the time Momo gets around to giving him an actual order, Nitori's long gone; shoulders slumped, lips lightly parted, looking ahead with eyes glazed over. Perhaps the, it's no surprise when he stirs, sits up straight, open his mouth wide to: ]
Quack!
[ He is going to kill his kouhai, if he ever gets the chance. ]
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[ Momo can't quite believe his toy worked. Okay, he always hoped those things would work when he'd tried to hypnotise Seijuro into taking care of all the chores around the house, but being faced with the reality that one of his dumb life's ambitions is being fulfilled before his very eyes is different from the fantasies he'd cooked up in his head as a dorky little kid. A chorus of laughter escapes his mouth, loud and playful, as he pats Nitori on the shoulder for being such a good sport. ]
Did you just -- no, wait, do you know what just happened? [ Some would call the smirk plastered across his face downright adorable. Those people would not be used to his company or at the mercy of whatever commands might pop into his all too spacious head. He wipes a laughter induced tear away while he catches his breath. Nitori must be used to his roomie's excitable nature by now, for better or for worse. ] Can you tell what you're doing, Nitori-senpai? Like, if I give you an order, do you know it's embarrassing even though you can't help but follow?
[ Note how he figures all his requests will be at least slightly embarrassing; apparently the idea of better swimming through mind tricks has fallen down the priorities list now he's got his very own life-size Nitori-senpai to play with for a while. They can get towards shounen manga style untapped potential later, but for now there's so much more they could do! ]
Ah - while you answer, I want you to... pull your pants down!
[ Maturity thy name is Momo. ]
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Which is why he doesn't get mad when Momo starts laughing at his expense, even though he so clearly should, and just stands there. ]
I know what I'm doing.
[ His tone is fairly casual, all things considered, like he's discussing the weather more than anything else. He sounds - and feels - thoroughly relaxed, at-ease and without a care in the world. Idly, Nitori moves his hands to his hips, thumbs hooked under the hem of his pants. ]
I don't feel embarrassed though. Listening to your voice gives me this good feeling, doing what you say even more.
[ This is already far worse than it has any right to be. Amateur and professional hypnotists alike would probably tell you that a person can't be made to do anything they don't want to do under hypnosis, the problem being that Nitori finds he genuinely wants do as Momo asks. They'd also tell you that a bit of spinning paper couldn't do this to a person, so there you go. The parts of Nitori's mind that should have an issue with this are fast asleep right now, so he has no issue with being a slave to his kouhai's whims, Momo's every command his wish.
On a side note, somewhere in that little explanation, Nitori's pants ended up around his ankles.
He's wearing boxers with pawprints on them. ]
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[ This is the part where he stops standing still, because the chance to survey Nitori-senpai like a museum exhibit is too good to pass up. There's a limit to how shy a guy can be when he's on a swim team, that's for sure, but this kid has always been at least a little shy around his energetic kouhai. Momo can count the number of rat tails he's landed on one hand, for crying out loud, and Nitori always seems to be dressed before Momo has time to roll out of bed. He gives Nitori a pinch to see if he'll move - on the arm, thanks, nowhere salacious - but his playful nature does away with any pain he might otherwise have caused.
But the inspection is unnecessary. Nitori would've complained beforehand, he would've been pretty quick to let Momo know his pinwheel was a failure, so the lack of such comments can be taken as proof that he has no say over his actions. Surely this can only end well. Momo drops down to his knees and gestures for Nitori to step out of his pants, balling them up and tossing them onto the older boy's bed. Delight is clear in his face when he moves back around to face his obedient senpai. ]
Does that mean if I told you to kiss my butt, you'd do it without a second thought? Would you hesitate?
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[ So, during their little shopping trip. His voice is starting to slip, sounding more and more distant as he goes, as what's left of his free will passes into simple, serene obedience. Not that he's really aware enough to actually realise what's happening to him. Nitori's never been big on the whole 'skinship' thing; he gets embarrassed too easily for that and besides, he's fairly sure he'd just snap in half if some of the third-years tried slapping him on the back. He doesn't react as Momo pinches him, easing out of his pants; he feels so relaxed that he barely feels anything anymore, neither the contact of Momo's skin on his or the shame he should no doubt be feeling at being gawked at. ]
Yes, I'd do it without a second thought.
[ He literally just agreed to kissing his kouhai's ass what is wrong with him.
Something in him screams that he should have a problem with this, much in the same way he should be complaining that pawkers isn't even a word and, given the circumstances, he can't believe that example's the first thing Momo thought of, but that part of him's getting quieter by the second. It feels so much better, so much easier to let his kouhai do the thinking for him, let Momo's words bounce around the inside of his head until they're indistinguishable from his own thoughts. What he ever did to deserve this he doesn't know. ]
this thread is terrible. i feel so bad for nitori.
[ Momo whips the pinwheel out to subject Nitori to a fresh dose of -- uh, whatever the hell has him so caught up in this nonsense. The pattern almost shines back at him from the half-glazed look in his senpai's eyes. Not a single thought goes towards why on earth the damn thing works, though, because he's far too pleased with the results. ]
You want nothing more than to kiss my butt. It'll taste amazing, like your favourite food multiplied by a million, so you'd better beg 'cause your legs'll feel like cement 'til I pull my shorts down.
[ A sadistic glint flickers across his eye as he turns his back to Nitori, shaking his ass from side to side.
What's to say this has to stop at the end of the day? Nitori-senpai is practically his obedient slave! Now he's got someone to take care of the chores, someone to do his laundry, someone to rub his feet and literally kiss his butt and scratch his back and... and... well, look, there's no end to the things he wants Nitori to do. The only problem lies in which order they'll run through the neverending list. Then he realises this thing might work on Rin-senpai and Sousuke-senpai. But - yeah, best not, since they could beat his ass when it wears off. All Nitori can do is whine and complain a little.
What a guy. Such a caring senpai. Putting up with his Kouhai's shit. ]
C'mon, time's a-wastin.
terrible in the best possible way, yeah. he never wanted to be a senpai.
The more he obeys, the more relaxed - the better - he feels. A simple system of give-and-take stacked hysterically in his kouhai's favour. ]
I...
[ And suddenly it hits him; that urge, that overwhelming need to press his lips to Momo's ass. He's felt nothing but bliss this whole time, so the change in his expression - from a look of ease and relaxation to one of hunger - is quite apparent. Seeing it right in front of him, like a carrot and stick for a mule, is all the encouragement Nitori needs, his gaze burning deeply into that butt as he becomes utterly entranced by it. ]
Momo-kun, can I...
[ He wants nothing more than to kiss that butt, those twin globes that dangle like forbidden fruit in front of him, two perfect spheres whose music he longs to hear. He can already feel his legs getting heavy (like cement, just as ordered), but why wouldn't he feel the need to beg, faced with such majesty? ]
Would it be alright if I kissed your ass?
Momo will make him glad to be a senpai. Just wait.
[ Momo still can't believe this is happening, but he won't let a little disbelief put a stop to his fun. His love of mischief and messing around with Nitori urges him to think of more fun senpai/kouhai bonding activities; starting with butt kissing and ending who knows where, probably with Nitori humiliated enough to last a lifetime. They'll run through them pretty fast, mind, in case the hypnosis wears off as quick as it kicked in. Don't relax just yet though, Momotarou is an expert at rushing through things, so Nitori is likely to think the whole experience goes by at a hellishly slow pace. ]
Depends, though, since you are my senpai...
[ He toys with the waistband of his shorts but makes no move to slide them down over the round curve of his impossibly perfect backside. Idly he wonders if Nitori-senpai will beg to kiss his butt next time they're at practice... maybe he could hypnotise him into maddening mouth-watering desire whenever he sees Grade A Mikoshiba butt. That would be damn hilarious! Might raise a few eyebrows, would prolly get him busted for turning his roomie into a puppet, which might end with him on the receiving end of the same treatment, but man would the laughter be worth the price. A quick glance over his shoulder later, grin bright and wide as always, and he decides slapping himself on the ass is the perfect way to preface his question: ]
Why'd you want to kiss my butt? Won't you be super embarrassed, knowing you kissed your roomie's bare ass?
Somehow that's hard to believe.
In the same way, it's rather hard for him to care when his legs continue getting heavier, to the point where he can't even stand and soon ends up on his knees. Really, isn't it better this way? The view is far better from here, and before Momo's butt, kneeling only feels appropriate. ]
I mean, it's...!
[ How is he supposed to describe his kouhai's bottom, really. Words like 'beautiful' and 'amazing' don't even begin to capture the depths of his feelings, almost feel more like insults. His head is spinning as he struggles to explain himself, eyes growing wide and licking his lips as he's teased, desperation overtaking him. He takes a deep breath, brings himself low, forehead to the floor, craning his head so Momo's backside never leaves his sight. ]
I feel honoured to be graced with its presence. [ There, nice and simple. ] And grateful to you as well, Momo-kun! So, please...
Hey now. One of his demands is bound to make Nitori feel good.
[ Momo -- that's a really stupid thing to ask someone to do, even if they are hypnotised!
Obviously the sense of power is going to his head and he's gonna fire off humiliating request after request without thinking too much about the consequences. They're a Master and his slave with a whole day of free time ahead of them and no one to interrupt their fun. Why would he think about anything beyond these four walls? It doesn't make sense. Not to a live in the moment type of guy like his good self. That the sight of Nitori bowing on the ground sends a shiver of excitement down his body is another reason he decides to push this further and further.
A quick tug is all it takes to bare his ass, nice and pert and begging to be kissed by an adoring senpai's warm lips, and he's skilled(?) enough to take his undies down in the same motion. ]
Crawl over here on your hands and knees, and get to work! [ He slaps his bare ass once again. ] I might let you kiss my feet afterwards, if you're good!
Does it really count if he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
Of course, he's not quite sure what to do when he gets there; he's never kissed an ass before, and the best way to go about it, the best way to pay homage to his kouhai's backside, is something of a mystery to him, until he decides a simple kiss is probably a good place to start. So - chastely - he plants his lips to the left cheek, before sticking out his tongue and licking Momo's ass like he's lapping at ice cream, shuddering as he tries to handle something that does, after all, taste like his favourite food multiplied by a million. He goes wild after that, kissing all over, grabbing onto Momo's hips for support while he comes undone, licking and kissing and sucking and utterly worshiping his kouhai's backside with abandon.
By the time he finishes, panting lightly, there are probably more hickeys on those cheeks than Momo could ever ask for. ]
Yes. Because Momo says it counts. Duh.
[ Consider his little spike of concern a result of the insta-boner between his legs, since there's not a chance it's the result of regret over making Nitori into a literal ass kisser. That he's thought of his roomie as a metaphorical one on more than one occasion, what with how eager he is to suck up to the captain, prolly helps with the whole no regrets approach. ]
You can stop any time.
[ He tries to stagger forward, his legs shaking with how good it feels to be kissed and held and worshipped, but Nitori-senpai has a good grip on his hips.
Neither one of them is bound to realise hiding ass-hickies ain't easy when you were a speedo to the pool, though, and that's a crying shame. Maybe he'll tell the others he sat on poison ivy or something. Yeah, that'll work. And then he'll say Nitori-senpai'll kiss it better and click his fingers and Nitori-senpai'll come crawling over and... shit, no, he's getting more and more turned on the longer he lets his imagination run wild.
He reaches back to shove Nitori's face away, noting how much force he needs to pry the older boy away from his now spotted butt with something close to awe. ]
Break time, break time! [ He clicks his fingers. That's what they do on TV. ] You can't move, but you can think for yourself again 'til I give another order.
[ So, yeah, enjoy the return of free thought at the expense of dignity and mobility. ]
And what Momo says goes, right.
Not that he doesn't worship Momo himself, in some small way; he is the one who gave him this pleasure, the one who holds so much power over him, and already in his trance-addled state Nitori finds himself respecting him, at the very least thinking he deserves better than being his kouhai. Maybe something closer to a god.
Which is why, when he's given a direct order, he reluctantly allows himself to be forced away from Momo's ass, maybe pouting a little, admiring his handiwork for a moment until he hears the sound of fingers snapping, and the words that come after.
It's quite dizzying, suddenly having his own mind back after all that, the light coming back to his eyes only to be immediately replaced with a look of confusion. ... And, on a side note, the fact he's been hard as a rock for quite a while now doesn't do wonders for helping him think. His mind is clouded over, like a reflection on darkened water, his thoughts a muddled mess and his memory even worse; he thinks over what he was doing, why he can't move, just what the hell it is that he's looking at and--
Oh.
Oh no. ]
You...
[ It hits him all at once, what's been done to him, the absurd, embarrassing deed he's been forced to perform, the proof of which is right in front of him and...
It's hard to believe he had any dignity at all. ]
What the hell did you do...?
Everything Momo says goes now! He's king of the dorm room.
[ Which was kinda hot, come to think of it, but it'll be the last thing he says for a little while.
Momotarou silences his long-suffering senpai in one humiliating move; he shifts back and sits down, burying Nitori's face between his round buttocks in the process, reducing his complaints to undignified and muffled groans. Good thing he showered not to long ago so he's squeaky clean. Uh, you know, if that makes the embarrassment any easier to endure. It's not the comfiest seat in the world but the idea is to embarrass Nitori a little more, if only because the opportunity presented itself, and it seemed like it'd be hilarious. Momo is a guy motivated by simple things.
He squirms around for a better seating position, grinding against Nitori's face, and answers the question when he's finally content. ]
I hypnotised you, remember? You said it wouldn't work, but it totally did, so now we're in the testing phase!
[ Wasn't there something about swimming skills involved with the original plan?
That seems likely... but it's not as important as having fun, for one thing, and watching Nitori slice through the water better than ever before wouldn't be anywhere near as hot as what they're doing now. There's no end to the stuff they can get up to together. Nitori can be turned into an eager little slave with nothing more than a couple words; that's fantastic news for a horny teenager who likes to take advantage of his senpai, and so much better than swimming practice.
He hops up off Nitori's face so he can kick his shorts off and pull his pants back up, making no secret of his boner when he turns around. ]
Pretty cool, right?
[ God, he sounds so genuine. Does he honestly think this is fun for them both? ]
May god (Momo) have mercy on them both. It's getting more terrible.
It's quite horrifying, those few seconds where he sees Momo's backside descending upon him, struggling to slide out of the way only to remember that he can't move, forced to sit there as the other boy up and sits on his face, feeling his shoulders ache to support this sudden new weight. To say he's humiliated beyond words is putting lightly, and his revulsion is made clear by his muffled cries (that, of course, will be heard by no-one outside of their dorm room). God, he's so ashamed he swears he's gonna die.
Which doesn't get any better when, after Momo starts grinding against him, an open-mouthed Nitori finds his tongue scraping against the ass in his face, licking him once more, and he swears the world has something against him; apparently, 'thinking for himself' doesn't actually override the suggestion that he should find his kouhai's butt delicious, so the wave of sensations that hit him then are a mix of horror and nigh-incomprehensible pleasure. Even with the order not to move, his body subconsciously shivers, the bulge in his boxers straining to break free, and it's with a certain unwillingness that Nitori retracts his tongue, trying to get back what little hold on his own mind he has left.
He's lucid enough to pay attention to what Momo's saying at least, though... he has to wonder if that's not just the hypnosis in action, compelling him to hang on the other boy's every word - regardless, he realises that when Momo says they're in the testing phase, not out of it, that means this isn't over yet, that there will be some new humiliation waiting for him once this is over, and the fact that this is only the start fills him with horror over what might be next.
How the hell did they go from swimming to rimming, anyway?
Regardless, Momo finally gets off him, and Nitori, with his lust-addled mind, catches sight of how damn hard he is. He's more than a little unsure of what to say here, considering there are so many things he wants to shout right now. ]
I think I'm going to be sick...
Wow, I meant to write "kicks his shorts off and pull his UNDERWEAR back up" oops British English
[ Probably not the best idea to say something so offensive when you're under unbreakable hypnosis, Nitori, and Momo intends to make his senpai apologise for the insult. Whether he's supposedly gonna be sick as a result of the haunting humiliation or the act itself doesn't matter, what does matter is that Momo's delicate feefees have been hurt. ]
Apologise, senpai. That was a really mean thing to say. Once you've said sorry, we can talk about how you're gonna make it up to me!
[ But --
-- yeah, okay, there's a flicker of sadism behind his pout that makes it obvious he's pouncing on any excuse to punish Nitori. This is still a huge game to him, and really what else would Nitori say the minute he was no longer forced to lick his kouhai's ass? Which, for the record, felt a little weird but in an altogether amazing way. Possibly the kind of thing he'd like to endure while he falls asleep.
Nitori-senpai, eat my ass while I nap! Yeah. That seems like a reasonable request to keep in mind. ]
Man, this is great! [ He throws himself down onto Nitori's bunk and gestures for the poor kid to come closer. ] Crawl over here and kiss my feet, then apologise for being mean.
[ A beat. ]
Ah, but you've gotta apologise by yourself, so don't go back to zombie mode just yet!
Don't worry, I got you! Fellow Britlander right here.
Because you made me, you...!
[ He should really keep his mouth shut at this point, huh.
Sometimes he has to wonder if Momo actually tries to be this damn inconsiderate; even if he's high on power right now or whatever, even if he's just jumping at any chance to make his senpai's life more difficult, he can't seriously believe some of the crap that's coming out of his mouth right now, right?
But no, his mind starts slipping from him again at the order, until Momo's words drag him back to reality and Nitori realises he'll have to be conscious for this one.
For some reason, he's actually grateful to be allowed his own thoughts right now; unpleasant as his situation may be, at least he's still aware of what's happening around him, which is some small comfort. Not that that does Nitori much good, as he feels his body hastening to obey, limbs moving against his will to drag him over to the bed, forcing him down to the floor until he presses his lips against Momo's big toe. ]
I'm sorry for being mean.
[ The sincerity is almost dripping from his voice, can you tell. ]
I feel so sorry for Nitori. But, at the same time, I really don't.
Imagine all the pain and suffering Rin had to put up with over the previous year. Sure it didn't involve anything on this level, but Nitori was just as loud and eccentric and inappropriately enthusiastic as his darling roomie turned beloved Master. What matters is Nitori looks up to Rin, respects him and aspires to fit his shoes, while Momo sees Nitori-senpai as a friend he can mess around with... for better or for worse.
Probably worse. Definitely worse. ]
Couldn't you at least pretend to be sorry? This is meant to be fun for both of us, Nitori-senpai. Play along!
[ Ah, see, he does believe some of the crap coming out of his mouth. ]
If you don't apologise properly, I might have to give you a spanking.
[ Does the grin on his face - playful rather than malicious - make this better or worse? Nitori is the only one in a position to say, even if that position is prostrate on the floor, bowing before his kouhai, close enough to plant another kiss on those bare toes if the order should be given. ]
Wanna try again, or should I go grab my bath brush?
[ To add insult to (threat of) injury, he brushes his foot against Nitori's cheek... and casually palms at his cock through tented boxers. No point making a secret of his boner when Nitori-senpai has one too! ]
He brings a lot of it on himself.
He's also quite sure, if something like this had happened last year, if he'd had Rin-senpai on the floor hanging on his every word, it wouldn't have gone like this. Probably.
But, that's beside the point. There's a flicker of fear on Nitori's face at the threat, a light intake of breath, as the helplessness of his situation really starts to sink in. With that, and the revulsion at having Momo's foot so damn close to his face, his arousal's slowly starting to die down and with that, he's getting back some semblance of clarity - even if it's not as fast as he would've liked; he is, in the end, a teenage boy with hormones, and as much as he hates to admit it, there's something about being on his knees, with Momo's dick practically filling his vision, that his lust-addled mind finds appealing.
Nitori grits his teeth, biting back a retort that, as far as he recalls, there's been precisely one thing about this he's found fun, and that's because he was told to. He takes a breath, tries to imagine that 'play along' is an order to see if that makes anything easier, and tries again. ]
I'm really sorry, Momo-kun. [ He's bowing his head, at least as much as he can without disobeying orders. ] I was inconsiderate, and said some things I shouldn't have.
[ He'd like to think he's doing a better job of it this time, at least. ]
... Please forgive me.
And Momo is more than willing to help.
He's also part of the problem though.
No way. Nitori is just too suggestible
Suggestible is. A word you could use.
Lucky is another!
He sure doesn't /feel/ lucky right now.