Patreon Compilation – Fic#102 – Sojiro/Guards – hypnotism; mind control – Should've Been Nicer

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Sojiro/Guards – The guards are fed up with their boss' attitude so they purchase a little doohickey that works wonders on his disposition...

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There’s a small knock at Sojiro’s door, but he does not react to it. He is bent over documents, a frown of concentration on his face. The knock has his brow twitching mildly. He has told his guards in no uncertain terms that he would not be disturbed in the coming hours.

There’s another knock. He lifts his head, staring incredulously at the door. He can hear the sound of feet shuffling outside. Just as he is debating calling them in just out of morbid curiosity, the door opens regardless.

Sojiro is up in an instant, hands slamming against the top of his desk while four of his guard move into the room, their faces flushed but expressionless otherwise.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asks, voice low and menacing. He can feel a vein at his temple starting to pulse.

“Excuse me, sir.” His eyes immediately flick to the one talking. “...but we have something you should definitely look at.”

He pulls something out of his pants’ pocket, arm extending to show it to Sojiro on the flat of his palm.

Sojiro’s dark eyes zero in on the little… thing on the guard’s hand.

“What is-”

The little device starts to whirr and it is the last Sojiro remembers before everything goes black.

.o.

Satoru is the first to move when the light out of Sojiro’s dark eyes seems to… vanish, leaving them like dark, bottomless holes. He throws the other three a nervous glance but lifts his hand and waves it in front of Shimada’s face. No reaction. Not even a twitch of those infamous thick brows.

“I knew it,” Ryuu whispers, him and the others slowly starting to move again out of their shocked frozen state. “He just has that perpetual bitch face.”

He goes closer than any of them dares, leaning over the desk and getting right into Sojiro’s face, staring at the severe line of his mouth and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes up close.

“Hey!” he barks loud enough to make the other guards almost jump. They all pause again and stare, but Sojiro hasn’t even moved a muscle. “Hey! You’re a pretty little bitch, aren’t you?! Like your little slut son? You’re a bit past your prime, but we don’t care. You’re hot enough.”

Satoru barks a laugh and starts to loosen his tie. The others follow suit.

Ryuu barks again: “Hey! Bitch! Undress!”

Shimada doesn’t move for a few long seconds, making them hold their breath once more – then starts to obey like he’s never done anything else. He moves slow and careful, like it is a kind of ritual to pull off his clothes. They don’t even need to tell him to fold them all pretty, he does that all on his own.

“Fuck, he’s gorgeous,” Satoru whispers when their boss takes off his old-fashioned fundoshi without batting an eye, standing there naked and watching them with a bottomless stare.

“Bet he’s just as gorgeous sucking cock,” Mikio growls, the first thing he’s said yet. He storms toward the man and grabs him by the back of his neck, wrenching him brutally to his knees. He grabs him by his severe top-knot to hold his unresisting head at the angle he wants, and grabs his cock with the other. The others come closer, watching with their mouths hanging open. They need to see it when their bastard of a boss sucks dick for the first time.

“Open,” Mikio snaps, and Sojiro follows suit like he’s never done anything else in his life. He opens up wide, tongue coming out like an offering. One of the others makes a wheezing sound, but Mikio does not lose time. He slaps the swollen tip against Sojiro’s offered tongue, staring down into his blank face. “Fuck… alright… where’s that damn device? Don’t want ‘im to wake up half-way through and bite my goddamn dick off.”

“Here it is,” Satoru rasps. He holds it up eagerly next to Mikio’s arm so it is in Sojiro’s peripheral when Miko tightens his grip on the top-knot and pulls him in slow but unrelenting, cock sliding along the warm tongue and down into Sojiro’s throat without a hitch.

He pulls until Sojiro’s nose hits his pubes and he can feel the vague fluttering of him swallowing around his cock. He groans long and slow, head tilting into the back of his neck.

“Shit, that’s nice… that’s real nice… yeah…”

He holds him long enough that Ryuu makes a soft sound like he wants to tell him to be careful. Mikio throws him a sharp glare but does let up, pulling Sojiro back until they can hear him pull in a rattling breath, Mikio’s cock slick and shining with saliva.

Ryuu drags a hand over his mouth, exhaling into his palm.

“Fuck… alright… the old hag said that he won’t remember a thing, right?” he asks Satoru, barely able to take his eyes off of their boss waiting with his mouth open for another dick. As Mikio mumbles: “I’ll make sure he’ll remember his sore goddamn throat-” Satoru nods.

“Yeah. It’s what she said. But I know as much about that thing as you guys do.”

Ryuu nods, looking conflicted still until Mikio rolls his eyes and grabs Sojiro’s head with both hands to start seriously skull fucking him.

“Who cares?” he grunts out, head falling back. “If he remembers- fuck- if he remembers, you’ll be dead just for - fuck! - being here.”

The other three look at each other. Saturo squares his shoulders and moves closer, nudging the tip of his cock against Sojiro’s cheek.

“He’s right. Come on, guys. This is our chance.”

They let Mikio finish off while they admire their catch. The old Shimada’s hair is steel grey and there are obvious wrinkles on his forehead from his perpetual bitchy frown, but he is still damn gorgeous, just like Mikio said.

“I can see where Hanzo-chan got his looks,” Satoru croons when Mikio finally stumbles back, face flushed a ruddy red and cock starting to flag. Sojiro’s face is smeared with fat streaks of cum, some of it smeared into his usually meticulous beard.

He turns him roughly and makes him bend over his own desk. Ryuu has unearthed a bottle of slick from somewhere, but when he thrusts it at Satoru, he slaps it away and nods at the forth man.

“Hold him down in case the bitch fights.”

He spreads Sojiro’s cheeks and they all gather around him like school boys, staring at the peach pink hole he’s got.

“Looks virginal,” Mikio rasps gleefully. Satoru scoffs and steps closer, fat cock knocking at that silky little muscle.

“Won’t look like it when I’m done with him.”

He’s merciless, pressing and squeezing until Shimada’s body finally, reluctantly opens up to him, spreading wide to let the bulbous tip pop in. It has to hurt like a bitch, but Sojiro is not making a sound. His pitch black eyes are focused entirely on the device that the fourth guard has put quietly down right in front of him before grabbing a hold of his shoulders to make sure he wouldn’t struggle… which he doesn’t.

“Goddamn he’s tight,” Satoru grunts, sweat pearling along his hairline as he stares down at the now brick red rim stretched around his cock just behind the collar of his glans. His shaft is even fatter just behind his crown, and he has to pause and just catch his breath and strength before he starts his work.

Ryuu winces.

“You’re fucking destroying his cunt and there’ll be nothing left for the rest of us!” he whines and steps closer, almost nudging him to the side. He drips a bit of slick on Satoru’s shaft and the painful looking rim. Satoru grunts because of the cold but does not fight it; not when he has to squeeze more of his dick into their bitch of a boss.

“All I can hope is that he keeps being such a fucking pain in the ass,” Mikio growls as he stands next to them, watching the action as he waits for his cock to start fattening up again. “So I got some ammo for when I want to pull him on my cock again like the useless fucking piece of shit that he is.”

He leans over so he can look into Sojiro’s cum streaked, expressionless face.

“Hey! Hey, you’re a useless fucking bitch and I’ll use you as my goddamn toilet later! Piss into you until you feel pregnant. How’d you like that? Huh?”

Sojiro doesn’t answer, just staring at him brainlessly while Satoru begins to fuck him, rutting into his body and making him jerk over the desk.

Mikio clicks his tongue.

“Say it! Say ‘I’m a useless fucking toilet whore.’”

Sojiro slowly opens his mouth, and without much inflection repeats obediently:

“I’m a useless fucking toilet whore.”