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Chenle had been flopped on Jisung's bed, complaining about how Mark wasn't texting him back, after Chenle had crossed the line with a rude comment. Jisung had been sympathetic for a while, but by the 70 minute mark, he had the expression of an underpaid babysitter.
"...Have you tried taking your mind off it?" Jisung asked with a slightly weary tone, cutting Chenle off mid sentence.
"What good will that do?!" Chenle snapped dismissively, wanting to continue his rant.
Jisung pinched bridge of his nose and asked in a forced patient voice. "You've done everything you can?"
"Yeah?"
"Then you've got nothing left to do but distract yourself."
Chenle reluctantly accepted Jisung's words, but he still had that stubborn look. "I doubt I could focus on anything else." He replied in a flat voice that he knew was immature, and didn't care.
"How much would you bet on that?" Jisung provoked him, and Chenle's competitive nature jumped to throw himself into it, but he soon realised what Jisung was getting at and he rolls his eyes, wrinkling his nose in exaggerated disgust.
"You're actually still on about that hypnosis thing? Did I not call you a perv enoug-"
"Anything to shut you up for a bit." Jisung interrupted.
"I doubt you'd even do it right." Chenle murmurs.
Chenle didn't mean much by the comment, so he was surprised when Jisung actually seemed motivated to prove himself. "I could, just give me twenty minutes."
Chenle gave him a long skeptical look to see if he'd falter, before relenting.
"...Fine." He allowed Jisung to guide him back onto the bed, and start to step-by-step relax him. Chenle didn't believe in Jisung's ability, of course. He only agreed because he needed something to laugh about after the stress, and he believed Jisung's inevitable failure would serve that purpose well.
"Good. Now take a slow deep breath in through your nose, and out your mouth. Shut your eyes."
Jisung's voice had a soft tone, always drifting somewhere between soothing and demanding. "As you breathe out, open them again. Good. Keep doing that. Shutting your eyes as you inhale, opening when you exhale."
Chenle followed the instructions as they were given, but oddly started struggling with the coordination of the eye-breathing exercise as his eyes kept unfocusing. Still, Jisung kept the stream of words continually flowing, filling his head. Soon they would be all Chenle's rapidly weakening mind could grasp.
"Very good, now take a very deep breath. Hold it."
Chenle froze the air in his lungs, as instructed.
"Good boy. Let it out. Now sleep."
The second the sound of that single demanding word — and the accompanying snap of fingers — registered in Chenle's brain, he felt like someone had unplugged the energy source for his body and mind. Like he'd really lost consciousness. All that was left was a stream of words.
"Falling deeper. Deeper. Good."
Chenle could faintly notice his thoughts. A vague unease at being so vulnerable, and Jisung's demanding tone, far from the way he was used to being spoken to. These thoughts felt like he was hearing muffled talking in another room. He didn't care about their conversation.
"3... 2... 1... sleep. One hundred times deeper. Very good."
At the second snap, Chenle felt himself somehow fall deeper into a mindless void, and it's not like he entirely noticed this happening to him. In his mind, the quiet suggestions to shift position or disobey the instructions, were just thoughts he chose to ignore.
"So good. You can't even speak now, can you? Stupid little doll."
The voice, the only thing Chenle's conscious mind was still holding on to, took on a more mocking tone. The previously prideful boy didn't react beyond a blank, unfocused stare, mouth slightly agape, as it had been for the past ten minutes.
"Look at you. Such a dumb, little, horny toy... Listening to my voice feels so good, doesn't it?"
Chenle found himself becoming aware of one other thing in the void of his emptied mind: his quickly warming crotch.
"That's right, let yourself relax. Your body knows what feels good. Hot little shocks of arousal. It's becoming a lot to handle."
The simple warm feeling quickly became a persistent ache, and he could feel a mild pulsating feeling. Chenle's breathing became slightly heavier as Jisung toyed with his arousal with only his words. When he spoke again it was cutting through a thick warm haze in Chenle's mind.
"Such an obedient little puppet, all you want to do is touch yourself. All you can do is get hornier and hornier. Go ahead. Play with your dick."
Chenle blindly followed, his arm reaching down and into his pants, rubbing his hardened clit beneath his fingers. A thought that felt more like a barely decipherable yell from miles away, reminded him that he was doing this in front of another person, his best friend, but all Chenle could think about was the hot feeling spreading through his crotch as he worked on himself, in firm practiced motions.
It was like any embarrassment Chenle should be feeling had been choked in the thick pink fog of arousal Jisung had been wrapping around him.
"Very, very good. So pretty. Let your tongue loll out like the stupid little doll you are."
Obedient, Chenle's tongue slid out of his open mouth, while he played with his clit in increasingly sloppy movements. Drool ran down his chin and he moaned pathetically.
"It's so difficult to talk, isn't it? It's so much easier to just 'ahh~'. All you can do is moan, little puppet. Try to speak for me."
Chenle was only very faintly aware of Jisung's hand gripping his chin and pulling his face up off of the pillow. Chenle didn't think about why, he just held the mindless ahegao, only able to rub, drool, and moan, until electricity shot up his lower back and he was rewarded with his orgasm, so powerful he was almost left cross eyed as he streaked the interior of his panties with shiny fluid.
As the aching sensation was finally relieved, the first clear thought Chenle had had in a while came through. "I came, that means it's over now.", but Chenle's right hand just kept going. Kept rubbing in those circles that only fogged up his vacant mind more. He should pause, take a break to rest his tired arm, but he didn't stop — didn't even consider it — because Jisung never told him to stop.
Within a couple minutes, he could feel his clit hardening again, returning to that addictively sensitive state. His fingers slipped on the wet surface, occasionally struggling to get a good grip as his body lost itself to stimulation. His right arm complained of fatigue, and the protests fell on deaf ears as he pleasured himself again, and again, and again.
Dizzy, sweaty, and still so desperately horny, Chenle didn't process Jisung's firm grip leaving his chin, just mindlessly moaning without a single thought.
"In ten minutes, you will wake up. In ten minutes you'll no longer be under the influence of my words. But for now, you're a dumb horny toy."
The stream of words that had acted as Chenle's only guidance ended there, leaving Chenle alone in this blank state, devoid of self awareness, vacantly gawking at the world around him as he continued to brainlessly masturbate.
He came twice more before the nagging arousal subsided enough for him to take in his surroundings. The feeling of his sweat soaked body, and the smell of his multiple orgasms hanging in the air.
He slowly focused his gaze on his best friend, sitting on the bed across from him. Jisung was watching with a somewhat smug look, still giddy from his power trip. Thinking he'd gotten enough of a grip on himself, Chenle opened his mouth to hopefully say something to regain his dignity a little, but all that came out was a moan. He tried again, but every time he tried to form words, it was just so much easier to moan.
Jisung huffed out a laugh and smiled in a slightly condescending fashion. "Yeah, that part might take a while."