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He was at her house today, and they were currently working on a project. He was slightly flustered by her, but he was very annoyed by the project. She took him to her bedroom, where they both silently worked. However, she had a drawer that was just randomly open, and it was really bugging him.

“Oh, you seem bothered. Why don’t you go close the drawer?” She asked. He complied and closed the drawer, but what he saw inside caused him to fixate on it for a moment. He then suddenly forgot what it was.

‘What the! I have to know what was in that drawer I was staring at.’

He began to think about the drawer and how he can peak inside it without being creepy. He had to know what it was that was so interesting to keep him gazing but forgettable enough for him to not remember. However, his train of thought was cut off when she chided him for slacking off. She decided to give him a break and went to play a video game.

While she went away, he stared inside the drawer some more. He was completely fixated on it, but for some reason could not remember what was in the drawer. Time seemed to disappear and when he came to, he noticed some drool on his mouth. He sat back in his chair just as she came back a minute later.

The clothes he was wearing began to feel very sensitive against his skin, and he could feel heat building in his groins. His nipples were becoming erect from his shirt touching them. He was having trouble concentrating. He needs to break everything down so he can understand it.

She is right next to him. He is right next to her. They are partners for a project.

As she goes off to grab a drink, he opens her drawers again. He stares at the images. He then rapidly closes the drawer.

She returns almost immediately after, drinking some hot chocolate. She then gives him a glass. The drink feels warm. It makes him woozy. She leaves once again.

He stares at the images in the drawer, now even longer. He is fixated heavily. Something in him tells him to move, that she might come back soon. But he doesn’t want to move. He will make an excuse for peeking in the drawer. Wait, what was he thinking about again? He doesn’t remember. The drink felt warm. It’s making him fuzzy. He doesn’t really need to think, does he?

He hears her footsteps approaching closer and closer. He hears the door creak open. A moment of panic shoots through him, but it is swallowed by the fuzziness.

One of her fingers is on his leg. Then another. The two fingers snake their way up. They reach his thigh and touch his crouch, flicking and stroking his balls and cock. He has the vague notion that something is wrong or that he should jerk away. However, the drawer wipes away his thoughts. He stares blankly back at it. He is empty. He stands there, his body involuntary panting, his mind blank.

“Hmm, you’re such a pretty boy,” she said, cupping his cock in her hands. She gave it a little squeeze before stroking it against his balls. His precum had soaked his boxers. “What a nice body. So pretty. Nice prey. Be good for me, ok?” She began to flick his nipples, taking some of his precum and rubbing it against them. He let out a few soft moans. Mind blank, eyes spaced out on the drawer. Without even thinking, he spread his legs a little wider, angling his ass up just how she’d like it. She smacked it, and he bounced up and down against her hand for a while, letting the momentum land the hits even harder. He was dumb and mindless, but he was well trained. He took his fingers and thrust them up his ass hole, moaning loader, being sluttier just like she wanted him to. He thrust and thrust, putting more fingers in, and showing her a nice gape. She was pleased

“Now, lets test your obedience. Put those fingers in your mouth, ok?” She prompted him. His mind was blank except one command: fingers in mouth. He opened his mouth and placed his fingers in. Then she stuck a very wide plug up his ass, one that went really deep in and kept vibrating against his prostrate. He could feel his ass stretched very wide, his hole filled very deep. It felt so good being so filled. She began to stroke him even harder and ran her hands up and down his chest.

“Good boy,” she said. “Now, we’re going to finish this training. Stare into the spiral in the drawer. As hard as you can. And whenever you see the spiral, think pleasure, and drop into trance. Spiral, pleasure, trance. Whenever you see the spiral, you feel the pleasure and drop into trance. Say it and repeat it.”

She stroked him until he came.

“Spiral, pleasure, trance.”

She continued to stroke him, and his poor sensitive dick hurt from the rough treatment. But he spread his legs even wider. His dick was her joystick to do whatever she wanted with. She kept rubbing and rubbing, and he began to feel something changing. His wanted his cock to always perk up when rubbed, to be some hypersexual toy that can be used for fucking and sex at any time. He orgasmed again.
“Spiral, pleasure, trance.”

As he thrusted his dick, he began to thrust his fingers into his mouth too. He gagged a little on shoving his own ass juices so deep into his throat. But that unleashed a deep, carnal pleasure. He felt so hot. He wanted to gag more, like an absolute slut. His dick just couldn’t take it being rubbed after a forced orgasm, but then the pain felt so good. Thrusting his fingers in his mouth and his dick in her hands. Third orgasm.

“Spiwal, pleasr, t-trance.”

He ran out of cum but he thrust his dick into her hands and dry orgasmed. Fourth orgasm.

He tried to say “spiral, pleasure, trance,” but ended up mumbling something incoherently. He was so blank and brainless, and words were too hard for him. He was only instinctually trying to repeat his orders.

He loved it. He absolutely lost all control. He was just a fucktoy who followed commands. A slutty fucktoy whose only job was to give her a good view. He wanted to please. He loved the pain. He thrust over and over again, and his cock burst and came over and over even without any semen. He rhythmically thrusted, his brain blank and his mouth repeating the mantra. His fingers were still thrusting into his mouth and his eyes glued to the drawer. His tongue was sticking out, gis drool slopily leaking down his chest. Over and over, he thrusted.

“Good boy. Make it your addiction,” she said, as he thrusted into her hand over and over and over until he passed out. She whispered one last command to him before cuddling him and rolling him into bed with her. She cupped his buttocks and rubbed them gently before snaking her hands up his back and massaging it in circles. He moaned in relaxation and she kissed the nape of his neck, stretching and rubbing his skin therapeutically. She gave him a few more kisses and slept soundly with him in her arms. After all, he was a very cute boy.

The next day, he headed out. His pants were soaked in cum, but he felt too warm and fuzzy to notice. He turned around to wave bye, but his eyes caught the spiral she was holding up and he went blank immediately.

“You’ll come back again, toy,” she cooed before putting the spiral down.