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The idol industry has been turned upside down after Tsumugi Aoba suddenly disappeared without a trace... And then reappeared without any recollection of what happened a week later.
Sure, everyone had their wildest theories on what could have happened to the idol, but no one would have guessed that this week has been spent breaking Tsumugi's mind and turning him into a horny sex toy for those who pay the price. He has been delicately brainwashed for hours on end, cumming his entire willpower away, until he was left as a blank slate for his captor - his Owner - to mold him into the perfect cocksocket.
"Wha, what? Where am I?"
Tsumugi woke up, and upon noticing he didn't recognize his surroundings, attempted to move, only to realize he was restrained.
"Shhh, just relax. It'll all be okay soon," he heard a voice he didn't know behind him, and hands started massaging his shoulders. The hands were warm on his cold skin... Skin? Tsumugi realized he was naked. He was still so groggy, but that was soon replaced by utter fear.
"W-What are you trying to do to me? P-Please let me go, I'll do whatever you want, just..."
His captor chuckled, the cold sound of which sent shivers don't Tsumugi's spine. "Yes, you WILL do whatever I want."
"E-Eh? Please, I just-"
Tsumugi stopped as the huge screen in front of him turned on, showing swirling colors that took up Tsumugi's entire field of vision. The colors were beautiful, forming a mesmerizing pattern that drew his gaze towards the center. "N-No... I, I don't..."
"Shhh, it's okay. Toys don't need to think. Toys just need to look at the spiral."
He attempted to look away but found himself unable to. He couldn't take his eyes off the screen, no matter how hard he tried.
"I... please..." Tsumugi's thoughts were slowing down, as the spiral was putting a stop to his mind. He couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore. What was he even pleading for?
Within the spiral, there were words hidden. These only flashed for a split second, not enough to be consciously picked up on, but Tsumugi's subconscious did. There were words like...
Calm
Deep
Blank
Empty
Stare
Sink
Drop
Don't think
Empty mind
Hypnotized
Brainwashed
Obedient
Good boy
Good toy
Aroused
Horny
Hard
Hot
Slut
Submissive
Fucktoy
No thoughts
Just bliss
Dumb pet
Serve
Obey
Keep staring
Horny
Fuckpuppet
Sex toy
Cocksocket
Hypno pet
Cumslut
Suck and fuck
Serve cocks
Mind melting
Drool
Sink deeper
Keep watching
So happy
So horny
Repeating over and over and over again. There was nothing Tsumugi could do but watch and obey. His cock got so hard, so desperate for release, as he drooled over it. His thoughts were leaking out of his mouth and the head of his shaft.
"Wha... n-no..." He felt so hot, but there was still a part of his consciousness fighting, though it was in vain. That part of him soon vanished into oblivion when he felt a hand on his cock. It was his kidnapper, jacking his pleading dick off slowly. Tantalizingly. The pleasure was overwhelming.
It only took a few more minutes of brainwashing and stimulation until Tsumugi came for the first time. For the first time of many, more than he could count - though, at this point, he likely couldn't count past one in his already brainfried state. But this was only the beginning. There was still so much more that needed to be properly programmed in him.
Eyes blank and lidded, mouth open and drooling, imagining sucking an imaginary cock. His entire body shook with pleasure. After a while, his captor... no, his Owner... His Owner stopped stimulating him. Tsumugi whined, wishing for his hand back. But the reason his Owner stopped jacking him off was because he released him from his restraints.
Tsumugi made no attempt to escape, that wasn't even on his mind anymore. His hands jolted towards his cock, stroking and rubbing to satisfy the growing overwhelming arousal. But with every orgasm, his brain broke more and more.
He was left like this for 3 more hours before his Owner made him rest and sleep for a while. Of course, to make sure his merchandise remained somewhat healthy, but also to make the programming sink even deeper. His Owner watched him get hard and moan during his sleep, mumbling some of his mantras.
After all, during sleep, the brain processes what happened during the day. Now it was time for Tsumugi's brain to process the brainwashing.
When Tsumugi woke up, he first had to blink a couple of times, trying to clear his head, but everything stayed... blurry. Where was he? What happened? What...
That is when a voice spoke up, and all those pesky little thoughts vanished.
"Good morning. It's time for another round of brainwashing. If you're a good boy, I'll let you suck my cock."
Now, Tsumugi was thinking the thoughts he was supposed to think. Like a good boy. He looked forward to the brainwashing, the brainwashing feels good, it's good for him, it makes him into a good boy. And good boys get to suck Owner's cock! Why wouldn't he be excited about getting to deepen his programming, knowing how good it feels? Although... wasn't there something he should be thinking about...?
That was the last time Tsumugi had a somewhat lucid thought. After another 5 hours of brainwashing, cumming his brains out, and being molded into the perfect fucktoy, he would no longer be able to think for himself until he was allowed to.
Tsumugi doesn't need to be able to think, since Owner showed him his purpose. He's a sex toy, a fuckdoll, a cumdumpster, a slave for anyone who wishes to use him. A horny slut for anyone who paid his owner enough money to use him. Anyone who uses him gets to decide exactly how to use him, which holes to use, how their fucktoy should act, and whether or not they let him cum... And Tsumugi would be happy with anything his Masters choose for him, after all, it's his purpose to please. Pleasing his Masters and Owner brings him so much pleasure.
He kept repeating back what his Owner told him he was now. Only obedience, as he accepted everything he said. His Owners praise, calling him a good boy, made him so much more aroused, as if he wasn't already the horniest he has ever been.
Even as his Owner finally used his obedient puppet for its purpose, he kept on deepening that control over him. As if there was even a chance for him to regain his melted mind again. Pleasuring others, sucking cocks, having his holes used... that's his purpose now. Fulfilling his purpose made him so happy. He sucked Owner's cock so eagerly, taking him so deep and letting out the most desperate, pathetic moans that he didn't even think to suppress.
His captor's rough voice sounded sweet as honey to Tsumugi as he commanded him. "Ah, you're such a good fuckdoll for me. I'm gonna cum soon, and you're gonna take it all like a good toy. Once I cum, you're gonna cum as well."
Tsumugi's dick hadn't received any stimulation, but simply sucking cock and being programmed made him rock hard and throbbing. And soon enough, once he tasted his Owner's semen on his tongue, he too orgasmed for the nth time, without his cock even having been touched, simply from the pleasure of obeying and sucking.
He was sufficiently brainwashed and mind-broken now, but his Owner put him through some more brainwashing sessions as he awaited his first customer. Soon enough, patrons would come rolling in. Men who not only want to fuck the famous idol Tsumugi Aoba but also have him as their obedient sex slave for an hour or two. And Tsumugi would do anything to please them.
The patrons, who Tsumugi would call Master unless they told him to refer to them differently, were allowed to use Tsumugi in basically any way. The only rule was to not physically harm him. At least in a way to leaves a trace on his body. Masters who went too overboard and caused their sex toy to bruise from manhandling him would get reprimanded and told not to harm the merchandise.
Tsumugi would have been kept in his captor's basement indefinitely, but it was eventually decided to release him. Though not out of any concern or goodwill towards the young man, no. The chaos over a super popular idol suddenly going missing was quite frankly overwhelming, but it was mainly a request from the patrons that made them come to this decision.
Ruining a mindfucked sex slave at night is so much more satisfying knowing that during the day, he acts like the innocent little idol that he is. Or was. Or still thinks he is.
His mind was already mush, so it was easy to program him, making him completely forget and unaware of anything that happens inside of that basement of the man he doesn't consciously know, but his subconscious knows he's owned by. All while he continues being an idol like nothing is wrong. Because nothing is wrong. At night, his awareness simply shuts off and he returns to his Owner, like the obedient slut that he is. By the next morning, his mind completely erases any memories of what happened.
Of course, when the missing idol finally returned, everyone wanted to know what happened to him. But Tsumugi had simply no recollection. He kept on being pressed to explain what had happened, but Tsumugi simply didn't remember a thing. This didn't exactly quell suspicions, but his friends and fans were happy he was back.
Natsume was especially suspicious, desperate to know just what on earth happened to his unit mate, but he couldn't get an answer out of him either. Though, being much closer to him than anyone else, Natsume noticed some things. Just small things that piled up and left Natsume wondering what was going on even more.
Like Tsumugi having bags under his eyes, even more than usual for the overworked man. But he hasn't even been as productive when it comes to work, sometimes even asking Natsume to help him get some paperwork done in time. But also tiny, indescribable things like his demeanor being just ever so slightly off. Sora also noted that Tsumugi's color seemed different, but he couldn't put a finger on just what was off.
Natsume reached out to Tsumugi's roommates, asking if they noticed anything. Or perhaps if he had been sleeping wrong or anything, to cause the eye bags. Ibara noted that often when he wakes up in the middle of the night, Tsumugi is nowhere to be found. Midori also said he noticed him getting out of bed, seeming like he was sleepwalking, which he hadn't been doing before. Weird.
So that night, Natsume camped outside of Tsumugi's dorm room and waited for something to happen. Soon enough, as soon as the clock hit midnight, the door opened and Tsumugi left. Natsume caught a glimpse of his face, his eyes were lidded and dull, his expression empty. Perhaps he really was sleepwalking? In any case, Natsume decided against waking him up and instead followed him. He seemed to have a very clear destination.
Natsume was about to stop and wake him when Tsumugi began walking towards a street, but before Natsume could wake him, the blue-haired man halted, looked out for cars, and only crossed once it was safe. Weird. Is he asleep but still aware of traffic safety?
Soon enough, he arrived at a house. It wasn't one Natsume was familiar with. Curious, Natsume stayed behind as he watched Tsumugi enter. Just what was he doing? Who's in that house? Should he have tried to follow him inside? Perhaps he should just ring the bell and see what was going on. Or maybe...
Lost in his thoughts, Natsume didn't notice a figure leaving the house via the back door and approaching him from behind within the darkness. He only realized when it was already too late and there was a damp cloth over his mouth and nose.
Initially, the customers were upset when finding out Tsumugi wouldn't be available to them today, but once they were told they'd get a brand new fucktoy plus an exclusive tape of Tsumugi's unit mate getting brainwashed, no one complained.
Natsume awoke, strapped to the same chair that Tsumugi once was. He was blinking himself into awareness, as the blur slowly subsided.
"W-Wha... WheRE...? S-SenpAI?"
The other man stood there, next to a turned-off screen in front of him, naked, not even wearing his glasses. He didn't react to his name being called, instead staring off to somewhere Natsume couldn't see with a blank expression. "Owner, he is awake."
Confused, Natsume tried moving but quickly found himself unable to due to being restrained on his limbs. Looking down, he found himself naked as well. "H-Hey, what is going oN? Tsumugi-senpAI?"
A voice rang out from behind him. One he didn't recognize, but one that made him shiver with how cold yet smooth it was. "Good, I will start the brainwashing then. You'll be a good toy and get him nice and wet and then eat his cunt." The voice got closer until the man was in front of him, pressing a button to turn on the screen.
"Yes, I'll be a good toy," said Tsumugi with a dopey smile as he dropped to his knees and crawled eagerly towards Natsume, eyes only on his pussy.
Natsume only really started understanding what was going on when the screen turned on, showing him a colorful, flashing spiral. He was going to be brainwashed, and that's what happened to Tsumugi before.
"H-Hey, stOP! D-Do you really think you can just hypnotize me like thAT? Let me the fuck gO! Tsumugi-senpAI, come to your sensES, you idiOT!"
As he pleaded, his captor put some over-ear headphones on Natsume, blasting brain-melting beats, relaxing binaurals, and a voice whispering suggestions so faintly he could barely consciously hear them. Not that he wanted to hear them.
"S-StoP!"
Tsumugi didn't react to his pleas, instead licking long strokes along the inside of his thighs, making Natsume quiver.
"T-Tsumugi-senpai, stOP... Ah, wake up, SenPAI, this isn't yOU...! This fucking freak pervert just brainwashed yOU!"
Tsumugi took a break from licking and looked up at Natsume, his eyes lidded, "Yes, and he's going to brainwash you to be a good toy too, it's gonna be so much fun. You just need to relax. Trust me, you'll be so much happier once you're mindless just like me."
Natsume found himself unable to even look down at Tsumugi anymore - something in his brain refused to take his gaze off of the spiral in front of him. Oh no. This is bad. And Tsumugi's tender licks on his thigh made him so sensitive, he began to shiver and shake a little.
"Oh, you're so wet already. Aren't you such a good boy?"
Natsume could barely hear Tsumugi's voice over the droning sound of the headphones that were like an attack on his brain from all sides. Followed by the flashing spiral in front of him and now Tsumugi beginning to lap at his pussy...
He tried to pull himself together. He needs to stay strong. He doesn't want to end up like Tsumugi. He doesn't want to become a... good, horny, obedient, empty fucktoy, cocksucker, cumslut, pet... good, horny, obedient, empty fucktoy, cocksucker, cumslut, pet... why are these words repeating in his head now?
"N-No..."
"Does this feel good, Natsume-kun?" he asked, licking circles around his sensitive tdick, but got no response. Natsume was busy staring straight ahead, his eyes wide open, taking in everything in front of him. Even though he desperately tried to fight it, it was no use. Every single subliminal word was digging its way into his subconscious and engraved itself there for all eternity.
He still struggled against his restraints quite a bit throughout the next few hours, but it was hard to tell whether it was a desperate try to resist or Natsume reacting to the pleasure. It was too much for him. Tsumugi's tongue on his clit felt like heaven, and combining that with the spiral and brainwashing audio, he could no longer think.
Soon enough, he came, for the first time of many. Tsumugi didn't stop though, instead licking his cum and quickly returning to eating him out some more, leaving Natsume unable to come down from the high of orgasm, fogging his head with pleasure even more.
After his third orgasm, his... Owner, no... no, his, the bastard that kidnapped him... he opened the restraints around his arms, to see what Natsume would do with his new freedom. This was it, he could try to escape now...! But why is he not moving...?
"You're doing so good, Natsume-kun. This pleasure... after you become a good fucktoy like me, you're gonna feel this every night. Doesn't that just sound amazing?" Tsumugi cooed, but whether his words registered for Natsume is a mystery.
His captor's voice would ring out again. "You know, you can fuck his cunt with your cock now."
"Yes, t-thank you, Owner!" Tsumugi got up from his knees and climbed on top of Natsume. He positioned his hard and leaking cock in front of Natsume's pussy. It's rare that he actually gets to use his cock. Most of his Masters just fuck his holes. Occasionally, they'll make him jack off while he's being fucked in the ass or mouth if anything. Few Masters let him be the one doing the penetrating. But now, he gets to fuck Natsume's holes, and doing so will make him a slave as well!
Although in doing so, he unknowingly obscured Natsume's view of the monitor blasting the mind-numbing spiral, causing him to start coming back to himself in waves, slowly. The feeling of Tsumugi's cock entering him roused him to a fuzzy awareness.
Confused, Natsum put his hands on Tsumugi's chest, weakly pushing against it. "H-HuH...? Sen...pAI...? What, what is goinG... S-StoP... No, Senpai, stop, ah, don'T-" His voice went from faint and weak to desperate and panicked. He attempted to push the other man away but he was so weak it did nothing.
"Stupid cocksleeve, he can't see the spiral because of you!" The kidnapper yelled out from behind.
Tsumugi quickly adjusted his position, exposing Natsume's eyes to the screen once more. "I-I'm sorry, Owner!"
Within seconds, Natsume went from fighting back to slack-jawed and empty-eyed.
"And sorry, Natsume-kun. I know how much you love the spiral. Just look how calm you look now that you're seeing it again."
He once again entered Natsume's pussy, slowly, feeling how tight he was around him. Natsume still desperately tried to flail around, but his movements got slower, especially once Tsumugi pressed deeper, drawing such adorable moans from Natsume.
Tsumugi replied with his own moans and other lewd sounds, right into Natsume's ear, even if it was covered by headphones, he could still hear it.
"Tsu...mugi...senPAI"
"Your cunt feels so good, Natsume-kun," he cooed, "Our masters are going to love using you. You're being such a good boy right now."
Natsume's mouth was wide open with his tongue hanging out, looking like the slut he was turning into. Drool spilled onto his tits, which reminded Tsumugi of what Natsume could be doing with his hands instead of holding onto him. He gently guided them to his breasts, where he soon began squishing and caressing them. Even with his brain being completely overwritten, he remembers Natsume perfectly, even details like his tits being incredibly sensitive.
Tsumugi was pistoning in and out of Natsume at a tantalizing pace, which just caused Natsume to get even more desperate, getting lost in the arousal. His brain was leaking out of his pussy as it was being fucked.
"What is the spiral telling you?"
Natsume's speech was slurred as he answered. "To drop and obey... sink... deeper... no thoughts... no resistance... just obedient... obedient and horny... so wet... so wet for cock... good toys suck and fuck... I-I'm a good toy..." His brain has been fucked so much that he doesn't speak in his usual way. His self has been stripped away and replaced by whatever the conditioning tells him he is.
"Yes, you are!" Tsumugi praised him, picking up the pace in which he fucked him. "Keep going. What else are you?"
"I-I'm a fucktoy... A cocksleeve... A brainless pet... A-A... sex slave... A h-horny slut... An empty cocksucker... A fuckdoll... W-Wet and dripping for cocks..." he managed to get out in between moans, repeating what he's been told what he is, what he thinks what he is, what he now is. And just saying that made him so much hornier than he already was.
He was about to cum for the... who knows how many times. Each orgasm made his brain shatter more and more. Soon, there would be absolutely nothing left. Tsumugi, however, doesn't cum. A good fucktoy doesn't cum without permission, after all. Though, orgasms are amazing at conditioning and breaking minds, which is why he too, when he was in that very same chair, came an endless amount of times until his brain was mush.
But it was getting harder and harder to stay on that edge, with Natsume's tight cunt feeling so good, and his guttural moans as he was close to cumming yet again... He's turning into such a good boy.
"A-Ah, Natsume-kun... Does my cock feel good? Just imagine how amazing your future Masters' cocks will feel. Their cocks are so godly... Imagine them fucking your pussy, your ass, your mouth..."
And with that, Natsume went limp and cried in pleasure, releasing around Tsumugi's cock as he kept pounding without an end in sight. His Owner approached them. "You've been such a good fucktoy today, turning Sakasaki into a fucktoy as well. Here's your reward: Cum."
And with that simple command, Tsumugi instantly released inside of Natsume, as the other was still reeling from his own orgasm. After fucking and staying on the edge for ages, Tsumugi fell limp on top of Natsume once he came.
Their Owner turned off the camera that he set up to sell the footage of Natsume being fucked and mindfucked into a fucktoy to his most loyal clients. He watched his two toys with a grin, gracing them with a few moments of rest. As soon as Tsumugi stopped breathing so heavily, he called out to the brainwashed boy. "Aoba. Come here and listen."
Of course, he obeyed without a moment's hesitation, climbing down from Natsume, who seemed to have passed out, and approaching his Owner. "You did a very good job today. The sun is about to rise soon, so you'll have to go back home now. However, Sakasaki isn't fully done with his conditioning yet, so he'll have to stay for a while. Do you think him falling ill and staying with his family instead of the dorms you guys live in would be a convincing lie to explain his absence?"
Tsumugi thought for a second, his head incredibly foggy. "...I think so."
"Good. Then, as soon as you wake up, you will fully believe it, and tell everyone who asks you. Okay?" He nodded. "And, just like always, you will forget everything that happened tonight. And come back tomorrow just like you always do."
"Yes, Owner."
"Good toy. Now go."
Tsumugi embarked on the journey back to his dorm room, still entranced but aware enough to watch for traffic and know where he was going until he finally arrived and went back to bed shortly after sunrise.
However, as for Natsume... the kidnapper didn't like how long Natsume stayed resistant to the brainwashing, despite it now being further developed than it was for Tsumugi back then. He wanted to give him some time to rest, and for the programming to set during his sleep, but...
Maybe it was time for round two already. He seems to be a slightly harder nut to crack fully, and his patrons just can't wait to return to using Tsumugi and begin to fuck Natsume. Plus, watching those two made him so fucking hard, and he wants release.
"Sakasaki, wake up."
Natsume's eyes slowly fluttered, before they shot wide open as awareness of where he was kicked in. "W-What the fucK-? Where am I? W-Who the fuck are yoU?!" he screamed when he noticed the man.
"I am your Owner," he stated.
"The heLL?! No, you're noT!" Natsume barked back, trying to rack his brain for an answer to what was going on. He began to remember what happened. "S-SenpAI...? No..."
Utter fear took over. His memory was hazy, but he vaguely remembered Tsumugi, remembered the spiral, remembered being fucked. That sick fuck brainwashed Tsumugi into a sex toy and is now trying to do the same to him! He can't let this happen, he needs to escape, now, while he's-
"Blank."
With that word and the snap of his fingers, the kidnapper made Natsume's brain stop in its tracks as he blanked out for a moment. He tried his best to catch himself and pull himself back to awareness as fast as possible. But even when he was fully back, it was hard for him to think.
That terrified him. Being a hypnotist, he's often gone into trance himself, so he knows this feeling all too well. Of not being in control. But now, the person in control isn't Wataru-niisan or someone like that, but an insane pervert, who chuckled while looking down at him.
The expression on Natsume's face as he blanked out was so sexy for his captor, he had to fuck him now.
"Blank." Again. But this time Natsume braced himself. He tried to stay awake and aware, not to sink into this comfortable feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He'd be back to his senses after a moment or two.
At least, that's what he thought, but by the time Natsume fully regained consciousness, he found himself kneeling on the floor, his hands tied behind his back. And there were headphones on his ears, which after his kidnapper pressed a button near a monitor, started playing those mesmerizing sounds. Those horrible, blissful sounds that Natsume vaguely remembered dropping him earlier.
"F-FucK...!"
Natsume's eyes grew wide as he realized how hopeless his situation was. The binaurals playing from the headphones were already making him feel fuzzy, even though he tried his best to fight it.
His captor returned and stood in front of Natsume again. That was when he pulled out his hard cock and Natsume couldn't help himself. His mouth dropped open as the programmed thoughts of sucking cock started taking over. He quickly caught himself though, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head wildly, trying to shake off these thoughts that aren't his, and hopefully these damn headphones too.
"C'mon, be a good boy for me, for your Owner," the man commanded as he grabbed Natsume by his hair, keeping him in place, and then pushed his cock past Natsume's lips. "You live to serve cock, remember?"
He lives to serve cock... These beautiful voices whispering right into his brain were telling him the same thing... It sounds so good... Shit, no, he needs to stay there! He can't let himself drop like that! But his tongue was betraying him, already swirling around the shaft in his mouth.
Natsume's own voice in his head, yelling at him to pull himself back together, was getting drowned out by the sounds from the headphones and the thoughts that had been programmed into him already. He found himself getting more and more submissive and aroused as he pleased his kidnapper's cock against his own will.
But his will was currently being torn to shreds.
Just listen... Just obey... On your knees, where you belong... Sinking deeper... Taking the cock deeper... Sucking cock... Need to suck cock... Need to please cock... No more thoughts... Thoughts are bad... Brainwashing is good... Brainwashing makes you a good boy... Good boys suck cock... Drool out your thoughts... Leak out your thoughts... So horny... Always horny for your Owner... Always horny for whoever wants to use you... Feels so good... You're a cocksucker... You're a blowjob puppet... You're a sex toy... You're a fuckdoll... Serving is your purpose... Fulfilling your purpose fills you with pleasure...
These voices came from Natsume's headphones and would soon replace his thoughts, emptying his head. His eyes rolled up in his head, as they clouded from the pleasure. Obeying and sucking felt so good. As he sucked his Owner's cock, his cock sucked out all remaining thoughts. Soon enough, it would twitch at the back of Natsume's throat. Owner was about to cum.
That's when he pulled his cock from his mouth, taking all of Natsume's mind with him. Then, he came all over Natsume's blissed-out, empty face. And drops of semen that dripped into his mouth tasted like heaven. And so did being praised. "Such a good cocksucker, you're so empty and horny for me now, aren't you?"
Natsume slowly nodded, a dopey smile on his face. Natsume was no longer behind those lust-filled amber eyes at the moment. It would still take some more time until his Owner had full control over him as he does with Tsumugi. But just a few more sessions like this, and Natsume's mind should fully be broken.
Now, with his Owner's cum all over his face, he was allowed to sleep. He rested until night fell again, which is when Tsumugi was programmed to return.
The customers, the "Masters" sadly weren't able to use Tsumugi as their fucktoy last night, but business was back to usual now. With the only exception being Natsume being forced to watch. His arms bound, headphones in his ears, and a dildo gag in his mouth. He was sat down on a dildo with a vibrator stuck to his clit, unable to move any more than to fuck the dildo deeper inside of him.
When the first Master for the night came in, Natsume was mostly himself again. At least aware enough to fight the brainwashing. If it wasn't for the gag, we would have screamed his lungs out for Tsumugi to wake up, to come back to his senses. But he couldn't. He was forced to watch as Tsumugi was being used.
The first Master fucked him in the ass, not even bothering to prepare Tsumugi's tight hole properly beforehand. He loved the way Tsumugi squealed and screamed, "It's too big!" over and over. He'd also make Tsumugi ramble about how his hole is made for his cock, calling himself a pathetic slut, degrading himself for his Master's pleasure.
Oh, Natsume wanted this to stop. If he wasn't bound in place, he would have gotten up, punched the living shit out of that fucker, shaken Tsumugi awake, and... drop to his knees, obey the Master, get used and fucked by him, just like Tsumugi.
Shit, these aren't his thoughts! And- crap, why is he fucking the dildo right now? No, this isn't- Why does it feel so good though?
Natsume's muffled screams slowly turned into muffled moans. He imagined what it'd be like to be in Tsumugi's place, being used like the good boy he was. Licking and sucking the dildo gag in his mouth.
Part of Natsume was still aware of what was happening. Tears streamed down his face, but he was unable to do anything else. He could no longer resist. It felt so much better to not resist and submit to the pleasure.
Before Natsume knew it, Tsumugi's first session of the night was over. He was left on the floor, his Master's cum all over him. During the 15-minute break he has between sessions, Owner came in and cleaned him while Tsumugi lay there, not moving, really needing the short rest he was granted after being used relentlessly for an hour.
Once Tsumugi was taken care of, Owner took a look at Natsume. He removed the gag to see what he would do if given control of his mouth. But it just hung open with his tongue hanging out, a string of spit connecting it to the gag.
"You did very well, fucktoy. Good boy."
A faint smile crept up Natsume's mouth at the praise. His eyes were unfocused and lidded, he was so empty. He was being a very good boy.
He would continue watching the next three sessions for the night. The next had two Masters - the price tag to book Tsumugi for an hour was ridiculous, but it was slightly more affordable if you split it by two. Tsumugi was being spit roasted, sucking off one of the men while the other fucked him in the rear. Once they both came, they would trade places for round two. Just before their session was over, they debated over allowing Tsumugi to cum, which eventually, they did. The programming told Natsume that if he continued obeying, he could be just like Tsumugi. He wanted to be just like Tsumugi.
Following these two, a man with such a huge, throbbing cock came in. Tsumugi sucked him off like the good boy he was. Meanwhile, Natsume sucked his gag, his headphones telling him the dildo was a real cock he needed to please. And he needs to please the cock he was riding, the dildo in his wet boycunt.
The last man to use Tsumugi before the night was over also started with a blowjob but then made Tsumugi jerk himself off while he rambles about how he's a horny slut that only thinks with his cock. He then forced Tsumugi to beg to cum, keeping him on the edge until he finally decided the idol had debased himself enough for his pleasure.
Natsume had cum so many times throughout the night, stimulated by the dildo, the vibrator, and the pleasure of watching Tsumugi being used the way he was going to be used, too. But he knows that he can't orgasm if his Master doesn't allow him to. Because good boys obey. And he's a good boy.
By the time morning arrived, the idols' kidnapper sent a message to his customers, letting them know they had a new toy to play with now.