i've got you hypnotized

[anonily]

The Hypnosis Meme

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how?

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.

Comments

[yakkun]

[ Embarrassment gives way to surging anger in a heartbeat. Yaku almost forgets what's got him face down in the pillow levels of humiliated in the first place. Just picturing the stupid smile on Lev's face shoves all those worrying thoughts to the back of his mind. ]

You are so dead, Lev!
You better wear shin guards to school tomorrow.
If you don't delete that damn picture, I'm going to slaughter you.

[ Yaku is in the middle of typing out another enraged text message when the HypNote kicks in.

Black and white spirals swirl around his heavy lidded eyes, just like Lev hoped. His fingers move without the shaking fury from earlier, wiping the conversation from his phone and his mind with the same series of machine-precision taps. The spirals fade from view, leaving Yaku none the wiser to the exchange he'd just had with his idiot kouhai.

He's still annoyed, because that's his default setting, but the latest source of irritation is... special. ]

I didn't send that for the good of my health.
Hurry up and tell me what you think.
Wait, do you have any weird fetishes I should try out?
I don't mind if it makes for a good selfie.

[ The irony... ]

[highba]

[ For a moment, just a moment, there is the horrifying possibility in Lev's mind that maybe the HypNote is only one use, or maybe the rules don't allow what he tried, and he's about to spend the rest of his soon to be short life in unbelievable agony. Then those angry texts give way to submission, and the sigh of relief he lets out is only matched by the excitement of adrenaline thrumming thick through his veins. Because he really can do just about anything, it looks like, and boy oh boy he has a whole load of anythings in mind. ]

its not bad!
but i cant tell from just one
can you do one with a REAR view this time?
show off your ASSets??

[ Har har. He's a comedic genius, and only having bigger fish to fry keeps him from making Yaku agree. ]

Yaku Morisuke thinks he arranged to practice doing sexy selfies with his half-Russian teammate. He's super proud of looking good in them, just as proud as he is about volleyball, and doesn't think any of this is weird. He'll do anything to make his selfies perfect and won't send them to anyone else until his half-Russian teammate says he can.

[ There, that oughta do it. One Yaku, ready to keep his new master entertained with free porn til tomorrow, where they can work on other things. And who won't suddenly send a picture of his junk to Kuroo and make things way more complicated than required. As for the whole half-Russian teammate thing, perhaps an explanation is required - it's simply that Lev has just enough brain cells to rub together in that small head of his for him to figure writing his own name in the note may not end well.

No sense risking himself when he risk Yaku, right? And, while senpai is no doubt getting in position for his next picture, Lev really wants to know what this all looks like. ]

On his phone, Yaku Morisuke records himself shaking his butt around and saying "I'm Lev's hypnoslave, please make me do embarrassing stuff!!" Then he sends the video to his half-Russian teammate, deletes all evidence of it, and forgets the whole thing before getting back to his selfie.

[yakkun]

[ A video pops into Lev's inbox shortly after his message arrives. Yaku is on all fours, ass pointed to the camera, and starts things off by (loudly!) announcing the following. ]

I'm Lev's hypnoslave, please make me do embarrassing stuff!

[ Two things are evident from the behind the scenes view.

Yaku doesn't need to stuff anything down the back of his underwear to make that bulge more impressive, and the situation up front has grown past the point where it could be considered a semi. Still not as big as before, sorely missing the balled up and confidence protecting sock, but still straining against the front of his underwear. Not that Lev's attention will be focused on the brief glimpse of Yaku's crotch. Yakkun isn't shaking his ass back and forth and up and down so Lev's eyes can wander! And boy is he putting effort into it, as if all his brain power is redirected into making a damn fool of himself.

Then he stops, approaches to the camera with those spiraling eyes, and cuts the recording. ]

Tell me if my underwear is suitable or not.
Should I change into something else? A different pair, maybe, or style?
I took one with them pulled down, too, just so you have something to compare.
But I want to master the underwear selfie before I move on.
They need to be perfect!

[ True to his word - Lev's word, really, but semantics - Yaku sends along a picture of his bubble butt right up in the camera.

It's almost like he's about to sit on the viewer's face, something he'd probably subject Lev to if he knew what was actually going on. The fabric of his underwear rides up his butt crack just enough to tease at the cleft between those bouncy cheeks. They're a simple white pair, so sensible, but he wears them well.

Not so much in the second picture, which is all about his bare and adorable backside. He's looking over his shoulder in this one, a faint glow of pink on his pretty little face. ]

[highba]

Holy shit, dude...

[ It's highly inappropriate language and it's an incredibly appropriate response to - all of that, basically. Lev isn't entirely sure to start, not like that's anything new. Even before the little (1) shows up in his inbox, his little noodle (long as you'd expect from the rest of him, not nearly as thin) is straining through the bounds of his shorts, excited just from reading his own damn filthy instructions, the mere thought they're obeyed.

Then the video is here and man, there's way too much to take in. Not least of all being that baby got back - is this why he's so damn tiny? Is all the muscle that should be going to his legs getting eaten up by Yaku's frankly fantastic ass, a booty so banging Lev literally moans like the little virgin he is at its image? A butt that big can't be natural, or legal, or allowed to have his eyes practically glued to it as it dances round his screen. Up, down, left, right, figure-eights and circles that booty bounces for him, in its own way hypnotic, sets a rhythm for the hand between Lev's legs, stroking himself faster and faster until fuck no don't stop yet--

The swirls in his eyes, too? Those excite far more than they should, more than they by any right could, maybe 'cause they're like his power over Yaku given physical form, and no matter how silly they look that's actually kinda fitting, because only with the HypNote on his side could Lev ever make his senpai look silly.

Still images of that ass in its almighty glory seem almost a token in comparison, a trifle, a chance to catch a breather before he blows his load early on. Photographs don't jiggle with every sway of the hips the way video can, offensive almost Yaku only takes off his undies now of all times. Has the gall to make it look like that ass is above him bearing down when he is the one on top for the first time in forever. ]

Yaku Morisuke always trusts the advice he gets on his selfies, no matter what.

[ Let's see if they can't spice things up a little. Yaku wants to make the perfect selfies, right? Then he better let Lev put him through his paces. ]

hmmmm
i think we need to make your butt look right first?
youve gotta grope and smack it a bunch to shape it
make sure to send me selfies every step of the way so i know youre doing it right

[yakkun]

[ Thanks to the magic of the HypNote, there's no mental disconnect between the following conflicting facts: Lev is a master of selfies with enough knowledge to put the porn industry to shame, and Lev can't even snap a pic of a meal without dropping his phone into a piping hot bowl of ramen. And there was that time he managed to get his thumb in front of the camera while taking a selfie. Yaku doesn't realise there's a glaring flaw here, because the new implanted thought simply overrides any contradictions his rational mind might try to bring up. ]

Don't say it like you think I'd skip an important step.
I'm not you, Leave

[ Sick burn. ]

I'll spank myself until I'm bright red if that's what it takes.

[ And there's a set of pictures as proof. Yaku's pert bum with a red bloom across the vast expanse, and another with his fingers digging into the flesh, creating little white spots where his grip makes contact with his behind. Then a few more shots, clearly taken with the phone propped up and the camera set on a timer, capture him reaching back with both hands to knead his buttocks. One of the pictures has a nice view of his hole, too, but his cheeks are so round and heavy that his cleavage, let's say, is deep enough to keep that hidden in most shots. His position shifts in a few of the pictures, and each time his ass is redder and redder, until it's a lovely shade all over. ]

Doe this look good?
My butt is starting to sting.
And if anyone sees me changing tomorrow, I'll never live it down.

[ Lev apparently has special privileges here. ]

[highba]

[ How could there be a disconnect? Why should there be, even? Yaku doesn't spot the contradiction, because to recognise the paradoxical nature of his very own thoughts would require thinking, critically at that, something Yaku cannot do. Yaku "thinks" the things in his head the same way a computer thinks lines of code, or a sketchpad each image, or the HypNote itself the words its new owner writes - jury might still be out on that one, actually. Point being, poor Yaku is no longer an active participant in his own conscious, body and mind but the canvas with which Lev works.

The Yaku of 6pm would never trust him for advice, let him get away with perversions, spank himself red-raw for the sake of a photo. That old Yaku wouldn't shake his premium-grade booty unaware of his actions, indulge his cute kouhai, and most of all would want next to nothing to do with perfecting lewd pictures. He's still Yaku, yes, in a sense - the contrast is near nonexistent at times, still acts like his old asshole self - but he's still the same Yaku thinking only the thoughts Lev puts in his head.

Which is seriously sexier than he'd imagined, honestly. The sight of his senpai sequentially slapping his ass silly, stretching his cheeks? Not in the least bit concerned for Lev beating off at each snapshot, convinced his own actions are totally normal? Being able to imagine those are his hands on his senpai, feeling himself getting so fucking close to the edge he can feel it? Yeah, that's pretty damn hot. Here ladies and gentlemen we find Haiba Lev, slowly coming to understand he may have certain special feelings for the art of hypnosis. No wonder the Note chose him.

The backtalk is getting tedious though. Especially the implication anyone but Lev gets to see his cute booty. ]

looks great senpai!!
now we can do the next step
youre horny right?
youve gotta smear some pre all over your buns to make em look good
send me a pic when youre done

[ Eventually they're going to have to move past just the selfie thing. He's just unsure where to take things from there. ]

oh
and see if youve got some panties around
youre gonna need em

[yakkun]

[ Yaku frowns at his phone, typing a one-handed response while the other milks copious amounts of precum from his hard cock. Man, Lev has the dumbest thoughts. They've got to focus on turning Yaku into the king of the selfie; there's no time to waste on stupid questions and perverted distractions! If he didn't know every little secret of the sexy selife world, Yaku might think Lev was utterly hopeless. ]

Why the heck would I have panties lying around? Don't be dumb.
I don't have anything weird like that in my closet.
Apart from this stupid cat outfit I had to wear to school once.
Before you ask, I lost a bet with Kuroo, and the captain made me uphold the terms.
This was fortunately before your time.

[ There's a definite and special kind of humour in Yaku maintaining his grumpy senpai act around Lev so soon after sending him a picture of his well toasted buns glazed with his own cream. Now that he's said that, though, Yaku isn't sure why he doesn't have a pair of panties or two tucked away in his underwear drawer. They're perfect for sexy selfies. That's just common sense. How can he hope to take the perfect sexy selfie if he doesn't wear silky, skimpy panties. Actually, instead of one drawer for underwear and plenty of space for the rest of his clothes, he ought to have plenty of space for his drawers and a single drawer for the rest of his clothes.

He hasn't noticed he's slowly and rhythmically grinding his cock against the bed even after his task is complete. Long and deliberate thrusts, milking himself of more precum almost as an after thought. Something to take off the pressure he hadn't fully realised he's under until Lev drew attention to it with this newest piece of helpful advice. Yaku hisses as he continues to play with his own butt cheeks, smearing the pre across the supple globes of his ass, but being praised by Lev and taking a great shot will be like kissing the red raw flesh better.

Snapping a few pictures, Yaku prays he did things well enough to create a striking visual. But as he stares at the picture, feeling a swell of pride in how amazing his ass looks all red and round and ready, doubt starts to creep in. Not doubt over what he's doing exactly, there's no room in his mind for anything like that, but concern that he could've done more. Lev wouldn't have asked that earlier question, stupid as it was, without a reason. Isn't he the master of sexy selfies, sort of like Yaku's coach as he learns how to make the best of himself?

Whimpering at the lost of contact, Yaku gets up off the bed and rummages through his underwear drawer, digging right to the bottom... ]

I just remembered I've got some skimpy briefs...
I bought them online a while ago.
They might work?

[ He sends Lev another picture. This one isn't a selfie, but it shows a pair of very skimpy bikini briefs. The fabric is damn thin, it'll leave nothing to the imagination once worn, and the striking red and white candy stripe pattern just screams team pride. Panties are for girls, Yaku would insist, but these are for mature and sexy men! ]

[highba]

[ Special is a word Lev would apply in spades to this state of affairs, were words not already beyond him. Good thing his folks went out for the night, else they might be able to make out the sound of sweet sighs and springs stretched to breaking and other such suggestive sounds from Lev's bedroom, reached the point where his hips seem to move at their own with each text, each confirmation that his grumpy short senpai is totally his.

His Yaku-senpai, who thinks the way Lev wants him to. Who'll keep him entertained with free porn all night long if he asks nice, won't ever question. Why would he, when Lev's the only one who can help fulfill his dream, teach him how to take the very best filthy photo? Seriously, he's just imagining practice tomorrow at this rate, where Yaku'll come up to him in the changing rooms and casually ask which angle best shows off his gains.

Lev's halfway through typing a lecture on the importance of panties and properly preparing his ass when that photo comes in, when his senpai's very own hot cross buns are filling the screen. There's a technique they use for pastry, where they get out a brush, called a milk wash. No prizes for guessing why he's remembering that now. ]

Oh man! That's so...!

[ So many, many things Lev's unsure how to name, not equipped to take the things he feels and translate them to words. That right there is his heart pounding loud, and breaths coming short, and the feeling of friction of fingers on his dick seriously starting to hurt. That is so clearly the hottest fucking thing Haiba Lev has only seen. That is so only the beginning. ]

well talk about the cat outfit later
but yea
those are good
put em on

[ Lev'll be honest; he hadn't actually expected Yaku to have anything worth wearing on hand. Which is folly on his part, for had Lev read a little closer he might've seen the rule Provided no serious effects will be made to the lives of bystanders, hypnotized individuals may procure items, perform tasks, or otherwise warp reality in ways that would not normally be possible for them. His mind is elsewhere, what can he say? ]

After putting on his briefs, Yaku Morisuke records himself jerking off while saying stuff like "I'm a hypnotized little pipsqueak! Please command me Master!!" Eventually, he cums all over himself, rubs jizz all over his ass for the camera, and sends the video to his half-Russian teammate. Like last time, he erases all evidence and forgets about this command, and wakes up not noticing anything's changed.

[yakkun]

[ With his masculine underwear suspiciously similar but semantically distinct from panties on, Yaku sets his phone down on his desk so he can capture his performance. Before the trance takes full hold of his mind, he finds the panties sexy and empowering, giving him the confidence he needs to work his way up the attention hungry world of sexy selfies. Lev is the only one allowed to see that - that much is like a cardinal rule at this point, engraved on Yaku's very soul - but they still have to be the best damn selfies Lev has ever and will ever see.

He spreads his legs for the camera, trails his fingers over his bare thighs, wraps them around his shaft and gets to work jerkin' off. Even just sitting on the bed brings back the sting in his ass, but a little pain can't distract him from his goal. This is training, just like volleyball, and he's going to throw himself into it in his entirety. The pad of his thumb swirls around the swollen head of his cock, drawing a groan from his lips. Cumming is important. He's got to have cum smeared over his ass;
pre was a good start, but there's always room for improvement.

But he still needs to take his time to impress Lev with his stamina and proudly proclaim: ]

I'm a hypnotized little pipsqueak! Please command me Master!! Take me in as a tiny, brainwashed human pet!

[ That's only the first of many phrases Yaku finds slipping out of his brain and out of his mouth. All those short people jokes and jibes sent his way over the years creep to the front of his mind, fuelling the irresistible urge to jerk off over his height deficiency. There's no anger in his eyes, no frown turning the corners of his mouth down into a sulk, just those cartoonish black and white swirls and an expression set between frustrated and blissed-out. Aside from his own breathing, the video brings the beautiful sound of Yaku's wet, sticky hand movements and shallow breathing. ]

Maybe I'd get taller if I didn't cum so much, but it just feels sooooo good being a short little loser!! This way I can look up sexy big guys' shorts without being noticed! I hope Master stands on me during our next game. Ah, I want to be Master's doormat!

[ Yaku continues to debase himself into the camera's awed gaze. He details how he wishes Master could turn him into human sneakers, how he was born to be a living armrest for his powerfully tall Master, how he's willing to do anything and everything for the giant God he now calls Master. Little shorties like him ought to ask permission to shoot their loads, he cries out, hand working himself to a well earned climax, and he's so thankful Master has decided to let him decorate himself with his own cum. There's one last thing he manages to utter, crying it out as he pushes himself over the edge with a full-body shudder. ]

I've signed my life over to a Huge HypnoDom!!!

[ Now that's a title for the hentai adaptation.

Somehow he drags himself out of the afterglow. Sitting up on all fours, Yaku reaches back with the hand he used to catch his cumshot and begins to smear the hot sticky fluid all over his ass. Thankfully he pulls the fabric of his skimpy briefs up at the last second, sparing them a humiliating facial of their own. Not that they covered much of his cheeks to begin with...

... Then the video stops, and just like last time Yaku comes out of the deeper trance with no clue what happened. ]

Sorry. Think I spaced out for a second there.
I've put them on.
They're a little more revealing than I realized...
Can I send a picture?

[ Not 'should I' or 'do you want me to', but a subtle change towards asking permission. ]

apologies for the long wait! hope the word vomit makes up for it

[highba]

[ Something is said of Lev's mentality, no doubt, that he grows so soon accustomed to the absurdity of absolute power. As if it's normal, almost, for such power to rest here 'pon the palm of his hand, laid out on his desk, spun in the cartoonish swirls blanking another boy's pupils.

All coming down to the moment where Lev, a hand busy between pre-semen-stained thighs, breathing uneven completes a command. There's a thrill there like nothing he's ever known, the kind that gets him way deeper than being bullied by his teammates or spikes he can't set, feeling for a moment almost like this is his right, his privilege. His reward for putting up Yaku's treatment that he, tallest on the team, should above them all stand supreme.

Distinct possibility Lev has a hang-up or two, he'll admit. At times he wonders at the senselessness of their society, where he has to look up to a guy who has to look up at him, weird world they live in, thinks to himself shorties like Yaku ought know their place, or something. Maybe the words inscribed on that page come so easy because he's thought them before, late nights of picturing Yaku-san learning where he belongs whilst rubbing one out, why by the time that video comes in he's already worked himself into a frenzy, forcing restraint he doesn't have to avoid making a mess while awaiting reply.

Never before has incoming mail made him feel so alive. Or excited. Or a whole bunch of other unnameable things. ]

So lewd, Yaku-san! Where are you even getting this from...?

[ Far be it from him of all people to accuse his fellow man of debauchery, even if only a mind far pervier than Lev's could ever produce even a half of this lecture illicit. One might draw a comparison to those charming Russian dolls, had he any appreciation for his heritage, perhaps easier to say Yaku appears the kinder egg surprise of his dirtiest daydreams, laying bare filth he'd scarce of imagined he'd ever hear from those lips. Here exposed in shitty phone quality is a side of his senpai Lev's never seen, drawn out of the aether, and it looks fucking great.

And yet.

It's great and all, sure, watching and listening while a boy who kicks him around keeps singing his praises, cocks stroking in sync til it hurts, even under the weight of an oncoming orgasm and everything else - snickers at senpai's expense, egging him on, fervent prayers the neighbours won't hear - some aspect is absent, feels like it's missing. So it is that Yaku's tireless unconscious efforts seem lacking luster, until somewhere along the line Lev has entirely lost interest in whatever fitful amusements his captive mind might provide. As if less important than swirls spiraled in eyes or words trance-laden on lips next to Yaku's expression, laughter dwindling down into nothing, approaching maybe even something like awe, reverence, notions Yaku ought be feeling for him, not inspiring.

Complete control over your crush is some serious shit, who knew? Definitely not Lev, of course, who has no feelings at all for the boy driving him over the edge. ]

S- Senpai!!

[ It's mid-way through Yaku's confession as to how he envies the floor that Lev comes, blaring out what would've been a wonderful speech on lucky floorboards permitted to bear the weight of his feet (so unlike Yaku's diminutive dick) with the sound of a sob ripped from his throat, no time to make out the world's lewdest light novel title over hips shaking and vision gone blank, phone's screen painted the same shade of white as Yaku's creamy soaked skin.

Five minutes later: ]

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