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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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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.
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.
[ Momotarou flashes one of his brightest smiles, all white teeth and genuine glee.
Nitori-senpai must've apologised from the bottom of his heart if he bowed so low. As expected of his caring and doting senpai! So quick to say sorry when he was wrong, so eager to be forgiven, so cute when he's all embarrassed and squirming. All this is yet more proof their roomie relationship is a great match-up! Messing around with Nitori-senpai is a taste of the life he would have had if Seijuro wasn't born first, and it's a nice little change of pace from the times nii-chan had embarrassed him. Sure a quick wedgie here and there doesn't stack up to hypnotic ass kissing... but that's just more points in Momo's favour!
The younger of the two hops back up onto his feet, the tented material of his boxers sporting a fresh wet patch, and moves to pat Nitori on the head like he's a good boy. ]
What're we going to do next? How about I have you take your undies off? Wait, wait! I'll give you a choice, but you've gotta answer honestly!
[ Oh man, this is gonna be great! ]
Streak down the hall and back, wear your undies on your head like a hat, or go butt-naked?
[ Spot the theme. Hint: nude Nitori. Wait wait!! ]
Or -- you can explain the boner you've been throwing around for a while.
He's also part of the problem though.
Not that he's likely to forget, with the taste of it still on his tongue, but that's another matter entirely.
What matters is how damn easily Momo manages to make him blush every time he opens his mouth, how shamelessly he can strut around with his dick practically inches away from his face, how Nitori goes a fairly interesting shade of scarlet at the idea of being naked; his shirt and boxers are like armour to him at this point, what little defence he has against his sadistic kouhai. The thought of being laid bare in turn leads into thinking about what else Momo might have in store for him, takes his mind to places he doesn't want to go.
He doesn't find any of his choices appealing right now (though the idea of Rin-senpai seeing him like that is definitely the worst), but if it's the best option he has... ]
I... I was already kind of horny, [ Man, there's a word that sounds weird coming out of his mouth. 'Answer honestly' is doing wonders on him. ] and I keep thinking about your butt, and what you might do to me, and your boner's right there and... it's turning me on. Kind of.
[ There's a run-on sentence for you. Please say this gets him out of having to strip. ]
No way. Nitori is just too suggestible
[ Oh. Oh. It's kinda telling when even Momo does a double-take. Like, sure, he knew Nitori was turned on. There's no two ways about it. Poor guy pitched a tent so big it's like the circus is in town. But to hear him own up to his arousal in no uncertain terms? Wow! Nitori-senpai used the H-word. Nitori-senpai knows what the H-word means! ]
I'm not gonna let you stick it up my butt -- [ Those words left his mouth. ] -- but wanna suck my dick instead, senpai?
[ No point beating around the proverbial bush. Momotarou dips his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, runs the tips of two over the sensitive head of his cock, and brings them out, shining with pre, pressing them against Nitori's lips with just enough force to gently slide them into his senior's mouth. ]
I'll do yours if you want. [ He gives a quick look down to say 'cause I think you do want. ] Maybe we could do it together, head to toe style, like we're sharing a bed!
Suggestible is. A word you could use.
You...
[ He's honestly five seconds away from saying something he'll regret when Momo drops The Big Question, and Nitori freezes, just sits there all nice and cosy while the younger boy's fingers push their way into his mouth, until the taste of precum helps him jolt back to reality. ]
... You're kidding, right. [ So he says, managing to pull away from Momo's hand. Nevermind how badly he wants to get off right now, how the very mention of being able to fuck his kouhai practically makes him tremble, how something about this offer is in fact sorely tempting, when he's already this desperate and his heterosexuality is desperately trying to reassert itself, no, he's just aghast at how damn casually Momo can ask him something like that. As if this is either the time or the place.
At this point, it's almost like Nitori's trying to provoke him.. ]
Lucky is another!
Nope, I'm not kidding!
[ Momo drops down onto his haunches for a better look at his plaything. Don't tell Nitori he's been reduced to such terms in his kouhai's mind. Poor guy prolly couldn't cope with the news at a time like this, especially not when Momo dries his spit-slicked fingers on Nitori's soft hair. There's a trace of precum left, no doubt, so that's also good to keep in mind. Idly he brings his hand down to palm at Nitori's stiff cock through the tented material of his boxers. ]
We're both horny, so it makes perfect sense. [ In which universe? The Momo universe. His grip loosens and he falls back to sit cross legged on the floor. ] Unless you don't wanna, then we could find other stuff for you to do...
[ There's the teasing smile again. ]
I could order you to tell me the last thing you jerked it to, in detail, or I could make you drink out of the toilet.
[ With the rate he swings between childish and embarrassingly inappropriate ideas, Nitori might want to count himself lucky his attention has been almost exclusively ass-focused. But before he can response, Momo comes up with yet another scenario to discuss. ]
What if I made you wanna kiss my butt whenever I snapped my fingers. Would that stick around after the spiral-thing has worn off?
He sure doesn't /feel/ lucky right now.
It's not lost on him, that precum's being rubbed into his hair, but he still feels compelled to hold still, to just sit there and muse over how he'll need to wash it later (if there even is a 'later' for him, at this point). He's still thinking over what to say when Momo's hand is on him, playing with his dick, and Nitori bites down on his bottom lip to try to, fail to, stifle a gasp. ]
Sto--
[ No, no. Further stimulation is hardly what he needs right now, especially when he understands asking him to stop will only encourage Momo, and keeping himself restrained is getting harder by the second. Suddenly Momo's logic is making more and more sense.
Although, only Momo of all people could say something like that. It's one of those things that means Nitori's not sure how to handle him, might even have been endearing, under any other circumstances.
Because, once again, he's being given choices that really aren't choices at all; he prefers the first option, all things considered, since the most recent thing he jerked off to is just one of his mags, most of which are still lodged under the top bunk where he hasn't had the chance to move them yet. Again, only Momo could think these two ideas are even remotely comparable.
It's at that last option that he shudders, skin tingling, desperately trying to not make it obvious that that insignificant, small, stupid suggestion is still affecting him. That being able to kiss that damn ass is beyond appealing to him right now. ]
H... [ He takes a second, needs to get control of his breathing before he can speak again. He's looking at Momo through half-lidded eyes by now, mind all the more muddled. ] How would I know?
[ He's heard of it before, yes, post-hypnotic suggestions, ideas and orders that would remain lodged in his head longer after he's released from this hypnosis, but he's hardly about to share that with Momo. He's just keeping Momo talking, hoping that, if he plays along and answers his questions, he can avoid being given any new commands for as long as possible. ]