Patreon Compilation – Fic#162 – Hanzo/? – hypnosis; somnophilia; consensual non consent – Dreamer

Hanzo/? – Hanzo, as always, is a slut in denial... but even he has to admit that some things are happening to him at night... and he has to come to terms that he is not unhappy about these mysterious circumstances :)

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Hanzo has been in denial for so long that it is shameful even for him.

The possibility of happening what is apparently happening is just… it feels absolutely insane.

He has played with the thought of going to Mercy and trying to figure it all out a lot sooner but… he refuses to either be the butt of a joke or be called a lunatic once the story invariably gets out to his colleagues.

For a while he had been a zombi, feeling groggy throughout the days because he tries to stay away for as long as possible, but Morrison has had some harsh words for him on that regard due to his poor results in practice, so he had to get a bit inventive with his sleeping spaces… not that that helped.

Whatever was happening. Whoever was behind him. It kept finding him again and again, using his vulnerability to do… things to him.

Hanzo couldn’t believe for the longest time that he would be sleeping through it all, but by now he has an inkling of what is happening to him. And he is too deep in to actually do anything against it.

Hypnosis. He is being hypnotised. By whom? How? He has no idea.

All he knows is that he’s started to wake up with the salty taste of cum in his mouth first… before it began to quickly devolve into more and more incriminatory evidence. Like him waking up with his ass in the air, hole stretched out and wet from getting fucked hard – and him not remembering a thing.

It’s been infuriating to notice. Maybe a little scary.

He kind of finds himself… craving it now. It might be getting a little addictive to wonder what his anonymous assailant will get up to next. To think about how he might react when Hanzo goes to sleep naked, obviously anticipating being used like a bitch.

He tries so hard… he tries so hard to remember it. Remember anything, really… but all he gets are vague snippets about big hands grabbing him and pulling him roughly into position and a nice voice saying something.

He doesn’t know what voice. He can’t even remember the words. He only remembers the vague feeling of being pleased, not because he did something properly, but because he got an order that he had no other choice but to obey. It’s fucked up, but it is hot.

Hanzo finds himself from going to not being able to sleep at all to sleeping too much. He stays in his room all the time, wanting to be there. Wanting to be available and ready for his anonymous assailant that likes to use every little space of his body for his gratification.

God, he doesn’t even want to go on missions just so he can be used some more like a piece of tissue being used to pump an inconsequential load into.

It is absolutely insane. Is that a part of the hypnosis as well? Maybe his mind has been eroded by it, made more receptive and eager to be grabbed for it all.

He researches it… but only a little. He doesn’t really want to know more. Just like he doesn’t really want to know who it is. He keeps peering at his colleagues but they all behave just the same in his opinion.

Hanzo never did try to socialize much with them… and now that is biting him in the ass.

All the candidates get him so hot, at least. They’re all big with round muscles and large, rough hands. He finds himself anticipating any single one of them ordering him around… he is ready to just drop everything and do it.

Goddamn, if Morrison barks something at him, Hanzo just knows he’ll bend over the next flat surface and offer himself up. His brain feels so receptive for it. Like having been hypnotized so often has eroded some form of will and left him so damn eager to follow along orders.

It’s worrying… but Hanzo is far past the point of trying to do anything about it.

Last night was a good night. His stud is getting more careless and wild with him. He must have fucked his ass multiple times, leaving him sore and gaping, cum slipping out of him as he started to slowly move…

There’s a large bruise in the shape of someone’s teeth blooming on the inside of his right thigh. He’s been bitten and can’t remember a single thing of the pain of it. It is insane. It gets him so… so hot.

He would have never seen himself as someone who is even susceptible to hypnosis. The thought that someone of this group has managed to put him under without his knowledge or consent is scary…

and hot.

He hates how horny it makes him to think of the night. He hates how he just goes belly up for it… but on the other hand – it is not his fault, yes? It is not his fault that someone has chosen to molest him and that his body responds so enthusiastically to it. He just has to get undressed and wait for sleep to come.

Hanzo is, as usual, in discord with himself. He could put up a camera to see who of his colleagues has decided to use him like a dirty little cumrag… but then it would destroy the whole mystique of the situation.

What if it were Cassidy and he could see with his own eyes how the oaf puts his hairy, grubby hands on him to rearrange his body and get as comfortable as possible to fuck into him?

Or what if it were Reyes? Maybe he would insult him the whole time… tell him what a nasty little fuckslut he is. How disgusting he is behaving, when he waits naked and prepared for his own molestation, clearly goddamn eager for it all.

Or maybe it is Morrison… slapping him around, getting out his frustration. Biting Hanzo and leaving behind bruises. Getting his cunt swollen and sloppy so he’ll feel it that he’s gotten fucked for the rest of the day.

Or maybe one of the others. God, there are so many possibilities. Hanzo’s insides tremble at the thought of Rutledge somehow managing to cram his beercan dick into his insides without ripping him clean in half.

The thought of routinely being in danger of getting completely annihilated beneath the fat bulk is making his belly ache with how desperately hot it is getting him.

He is out of control.

Hanzo finds himself sitting more often in the kitchen areas, staring at his colleagues and fantasizing about the different ways they could fuck him up. He would never have thought that any of them would be this good at pretending nothing at all was happening. Except maybe Reyes… he seems like a theater kid. He definitely has the brain, too. So it was him?

Or not?

Hanzo goes to sleep with a dildo lewdly sticking out of his obscene hole. He places himself so he is flashing the door with his legs spread, showing off what a nasty whore he has become.

His mind just feels so nice and malleable. He feels calm. Like being hypnotized night after night into a little filthy fuckdoll has broken him in the best way possible.

It’s probably the reason why, when one night he hears his door open while he is still just about to slide asleep, he does not even perk up to take notice. He can hear the rumble of a man’s voice, his mind too sleepy to place it. He isn’t even really sure… is he asleep? Is he awake? maybe he is just dreaming because he has been hoping for something like this to happen for so long…

“There can you see that? He’s been showing off like a slut for ages now. I tell you, he’s going crazy for my cock. Best decision I’ve ever made.”

“An’ he doesn’t remember anythin’?”

“Not that I know of. Or have you heard of him running around and asking about who is stretching his cunt out on the nightly? No? So don’t worry about it. Pretty sure he’s started talking himself into it anyway. He’s so damn nasty.

Come on, I got this cute little dress here. We can put that on him before fucking. Bet he’ll be such a bitch for it.”

“Does he even like… react? He looks pretty outta it, buddy.”

“He’s always been a deep sleeper, though he never liked to admit to it. He doesn’t really move, but you’ll know he loves it. Just wait for him to clench on your dick.

Come on – I’ll show you how to do it. It’s so damn easy. You just gotta say-”

And then Hanzo’s world goes nice and dark, only filled with big, ruddy dicks that fuck him so, so well.