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Soap was sat on his half of the bunkbed that he and Ghost shared, a new book on hypnosis open. One of his favorite hypnotists had published it a few days ago, and thanks to his decently large paycheck, he was able to pre-order it and get it the day of release. He excitedly read on, only barely registering the door opening. It was Ghost, he knew that, no one else would be so ballsy as to just open the door without knocking.
“What’re you reading?” The brit in question asked as he moved over to the bunkbed, peering over at Soap and the book in his hands.
“Book on hypnosis,” Soap grumbled, closing it and placing it next to him.
“You believe that shit?”
“Oh screw off,” Soap groaned, rolling his eyes and batting at Ghost’s head.
“Actually, how ‘bout this. Ah try and hypnotize ye, and if it works, Ah can do what Ah want with ye, excluding anything public, dangerous or harmful, and if Ah can’t hypnotize ye, Ah’ll let ye do what ye want with me next time we fuck,” Soap suggested, a smirk on his face as he talked. Ghost seemed to ponder it, and eventually piped up.
“Sure. But ye’ll lose,” he taunted. Soap hopped down from his bunk bed, and motioned to the bottom bunk.
“Sit down against the headboard,” he demanded, sitting in the middle of the bed, watching Ghost. He pulled off his dog tags, planning to use them as a makeshift pendulum.
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“Okay Simon, how are ye feeling?” Johnny eventually asked, having spent some time admiring Simon’s state.
“…Empty…” Simon mumbled, his lips barely moving.
“Good boy,” Johnny cooed in response, holding Simon’s head in his right hand.
“Now, Ah’m going to give ye some rules, and Ah want ye to always follow them whenever we’re alone together, okay?” He told Simon, who seemed to take in the instructions. He nodded in response, his face still blank and his eyes dull.
“Good boy. Now, first rule. Ye feel so amazing being praised by me, it makes ye feel so good, so horny. It’s a feeling like no other, ye’ll do anything for it. Second rule, when Ah snap ye out of the trance, ye’ll realize that ye don’t like being a dom or a top anymore, and the next time we fuck, ye’ll beg me to top ye. Bottoming will be so good, you won’t want to top again,” Johnny started, taking a pause to make sure that Simon took everything in.
“Third rule, whenever Ah say that it’s good boy time, ye will immediately become a very good dog, and will do whatever Ah say. Ye’ll walk on all fours just like a real dog, because that’s what ye’ll be, okay? Fourth and final rule, whenever we’re alone and not on a mission, ye’ll do whatever Ah say, as long as it doesn’t cause harm to ye, or anyone else, or cause ye to do something ye normally wouldn’t in public.” Simon just continued taking the instructions in.
“Now, whenever Ah snap my fingers and we’re alone, and not on a mission, ye’ll come back into this trance state that ye love so much, okay love?” Johnny finished, cupping Simon’s head in his hands.
“Yes,” Simon murmured in response, his voice completely dull and flat.
“Good boy,” Johnny praised, wanting to see what Simon’s reaction was. He immediately, ever so slightly, writhed in response, letting out a quiet moan as well. Johnny smiled, excited for what was about to happen.
“Ah’m going to pull ye out of yer trance when Ah snap mah fingers, and these rules will be engraved into yer mind,” he explained, before snapping his fingers and watching Simon slowly come back to his body.
“What happened..?” Simon groggily asked, rubbing his eyes as if he just woke up.
“Ah just hypnotized ye,” Johnny bragged, crossing his arms as he smirked proudly.
“Oh really?” Simon tauntingly asked, rolling his eyes and leaning back against the headboard.
“Really. For example, ye’d be such a good boy if ye just believed me,” Johnny cooed, watching Simon immediately panic and try to figure out what was happening to him.
“See? Don’t worry, none of mah commands will work whenever we’re in public or on a mission, ye have mah word,” Johnny reassured him, placing a hand on Simon’s shoulder. Simon let out a comforted sigh, and closed his eyes.
“You going to tell me what you did?” He asked, half teasingly, half serious.
“Nah, Ah think Ah’ll let ye figure that out fer yerself.”
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Soap was on a mission that Ghost wasn’t assigned to, mostly due to the fact that he would’ve had to take his mask off in public to do such mission. So Ghost decided that he may as well jack off as he waited for Johnny to get back from said mission. He laid down on the bottom bunk, pulling his shorts and boxers down to his knees as he pulled the bottle of lube that he kept under his pillow. He squirted a small amount onto his hand, making sure to not use too much. Gently wrapping his hand around his dick, he let out a soft sigh in response. He started slowly pumping his hand up and down, tossing his head back. He pulled up a memory of him fucking Johnny, one where he edged him for hours, reducing him to nothing more than “Simon” and “please”. As he pumped his hand though, something seemed to be off.
The memory wasn’t doing anything for him.
His hand was decent, but the memory, if anything, made it worse. He let out a frustrated huff at the disappointment, trying to pull up a fantasy instead. Surprising himself, it included him being edged for hours, and being reduced to “Johnny” and “please” instead of the other way around. Surprising him even more, he enjoyed it. He loved it. He let out a moan, clamping his eyes shut and speeding his hand up. He knew exactly how Johnny’s dick felt, looked, and was shaped, so it was more than extremely easy to imagine how it would feel wrecking him, as he arched his back into the air slightly.
“Fuck…” he quietly moaned, his hand on his dick just wasn’t enough this time, and he knew what he could do to finish himself off, but he was slightly hesitant to. After a few moments of continuing to pump his hand, he sighed and stopped, grabbing the bottle of lube again. Squirting a good amount onto his other hand, he moved the hand down to his ass, slowly working a single finger inside him. Letting out a muffled moan, he threw his head back and realized just why Johnny liked this. He quickly added another finger, despite the burn that he knew would follow, Johnny had whined about it to him more than a few times. His tongue was partially hanging out of his mouth, as he let out small pants and moans at the pleasure. It was better than what he was expecting, but there was something missing. He knew exactly what it was, it was the fact that what was inside him was neither Johnny’s fingers nor his dick.
“Need more,” he quietly whined, completely gone as he fell forward, presenting his ass in the air as he added another finger, pulling a loud moan out of him that he failed to muffle. The fantasy Johnny started praising him for presenting himself, and that just made it even better. That he knew was because of Johnny hypnotizing him, but for whatever reason he couldn’t muster himself to blame what was happening on that as well. There was spit drooling down his chin, as he panted, utterly gone. So gone, in fact, that he didn’t hear Johnny open the door and walk in.
“Well, this is currently a show yer putting on,” he cooed, walking over to the sight in front of him, not surprised at all. He hadn’t forgotten what he instructed Simon to do, after all. Simon acknowledged Johnny, but continued thrusting his fingers in and out of him, too engulfed in pleasure to care what he looked like.
“Want me to help ye?” He asked, leaning close to Simon’s face, a wide smirk on his face. Simon just let out a moan, desperately trying to nod despite the fact that his cheek was smushed into the bed.
“Hands out then love,” he commanded, and even though Simon didn’t want to, he removed his fingers from his ass, desperate to gain praise from Johnny.
“Such a good boy fer me LT,” Johnny praised, as he moved behind Simon, grabbing the discarded bottle of lube and squirted a decent amount into his hands, before coating his dick in it. Simon whined at him to hurry up, but Johnny just slowly lined up with his entrance. He knew from experience that his first time needed to be far slower than he wanted. Slowly entering the taller man, he was more than addicted to the feeling.
“Feel so good around me Si,” he moaned, finally bottoming out and tilting his head back ever so slightly. Simon moaned loudly beneath him, his cock twitching excitedly at the praise. Johnny didn’t move for a few moments, letting Simon adjust to the feeling. Simon tried thrusting himself back onto Johnny’s cock, despite for more, wanting, no, needing more from Johnny.
“Be good and stay still Simon,” Johnny growled into Simon’s ear, who shivered ever so slightly. But he obeyed nonetheless, he had to. Not that he could tell the reason for his obedience, for all he knew today was just a day of self discovery. Johnny slowly pulled out about halfway, before slamming back into him again. Simon let out a loud, muffled moan as he shoved his face into the bed, trying to keep himself quiet as Johnny absolutely wrecked him.
“So good for me, such a good pup,” Johnny rambled, the pet name just slipping out unintentionally, but considering the fact that Simon moaned even louder, he definitely wasn’t complaining.
“Oh ye like that? Like being called my pup?” He asked, starting to speed his thrusts up, Simon writhed under him. He desperately nodded, there was just something about the name that he loved, and he really wanted to be called it again. And that’s just adding on to the fact that Johnny had praised him, causing his dick to twitch excitedly at the words.
“So pretty fer me pup,” Johnny continued, running a hand from Simon’s hips down to his shoulder, sending shivers down the taller man’s spine.
“Johnny, gonna-“ Simon started, before a loud moan cut him off.
“Go on loue, cum fer me.” That’s all Simon needed before he was cumming, writhing in place as pleasure rolled over him in sharp, hard waves. Johnny smirked, more than pleased with how Simon responded to the order. Which, surprisingly to him, caused him to cum as well.
“Such a good boy,” Johnny panted after a few moments, causing Simon to moan again.
“Fuck- that’s the hardest I think I’ve ever cummed,” Simon mumbled as Johnny pulled out of him, directing him to stay still as he grabbed a towel to clean him up with.
“Not surprised,” was all Johnny responded with as he cleaned Simon up, and that caused the taller man to pause.
“You hypnotized this into me, didn’t you?” He groaned, not that he was complaining. This really was the hardest he’d cum in way longer than he could remember, and he really enjoyed what had happened.
“Ye got me Si,” Johnny chuckled, pressing a kiss to Simon’s cheek as he sat up, rolling his eyes.
“Anything else I should know?”
“As Ah already told ye, ye gotta figure that out yerself.”
-
“Fuck… I really need a distraction,” Simon groaned as he fell back down onto his section of the bunk, which Johnny was already sitting on.
“Ah think Ah can provide,” Johnny cooed, and before Simon could respond or even understand what Johnny had said, he was speaking again.
“It’s good boy time, pup,” Johnny commanded, and immediately, Simon’s mind almost completely emptied, focused entirely on being a good dog for Johnny.
“So good fer me puppy,” Johnny cooed as Simon clambered up into his lap, wanting attention from Johnny. Johnny chuckled quietly, scratching behind Simon’s ears, earning a very pleased yip from him.
“Ye wanna cuddle baby boy?” Johnny asked, pressing a kiss to Simon’s forehead. Simon excitedly nodded, pressing himself against Johnny’s chest.
“Such a good puppy for me,” he praised, wrapping his arms around Simon’s body, rubbing his back. Simon let out a sound similar to purring, rough and low as he excitedly nuzzled his face into Johnny’s shoulder.