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Sojiro/Guards – The guards test the waters and see what they can really do with their boss when he's hypnotised.

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The first couple days, Satoru and the rest are sweating bullets, waiting for the bomb to drop and to get executed in the back of the Shimada estate.

The more time goes by, the more they can relax. Sojiro is just as much of a surly bitch as usual. If he has figured out something is wrong, he does not mention it to any of his personal guards.

The rush of power that gives them is… obscene, really.

After they fucked him up last time, Ryuu kept the little device safe. They don’t think that overusing it will be safe, but honestly it is hard to keep away from using it when their boss is being a taciturn asshole at every goddamn turn. It doesn’t surprise anybody why Hanzo is such a little cocktease when his father is one just as much, if not more.

During one of Sojiro’s morning workout routines, Ryuu sends a message to the other two. He’s got a cock like a baseball bat down his pants just watching Shimada stretching and running on the treadmill, his meager little tits bouncing in the open as he’s foregone a shirt.

They slip inside not five minutes later. Sojiro turns to them with a cloudy expression. Satoru locks the door. The head of the Shimada clan stops, his face flushing an angry red but before he can start to ask them for what the Hell they are doing, Ryuu has the device out and on his palm.

He goes under even more easily than last time… it is as if having unlocked his mind once, it is now primed for the experience. Ready to go under and just disappear to leave the man a husk of himself; a brainless bimbo eager to please their cocks.

It doesn’t take long after that for them to figure out that Sojiro doesn’t completely forget everything that goes on when they got the little machine out to fuck him up. Mikio thinks that maybe it has something to do with his subconscious.

“I think that somewhere he probably does remember it all. And he likes it. A lot. Why else would he remember the trigger words?” he muses during one of their meetings, watching as the honorable head of the Shimada clan crawls around them on all fours, nuzzling their spent cocks and trying to get a rise out of one of them.

“Sure he likes it. Little fucking bitch probably never got dick this regularly before us. Does wonders for his disposition, don’t you think?” Ryuu drawls. He spreads his legs eagerly and grabs Sojiro’s head, stuffing it against his sweaty balls and ordering him to lick them.

They’ll just have to try it out. To train the head of the Shimadas like a goddamn dog to follow their commands like the nasty slut he is.

They found it out by accident. That he reacts to some shit. How one of them said something innocuous about ‘bending backwards’ or some shit, and Sojiro had stood to bend over his desk, his tight little ass jutting out while his gaze had become clouded – albeit only for a moment or two before their dumbfounded stares and inaction had shaken him out of it.

His gaunt cheeks had flushed a vague red, dark eyes going sharp and mean as he had barked at them to get a move on and disappear from his office.

They had followed suit easily enough… after all they had to discuss it all… which left them where they were now: trying to figure out just how much he reacts to. How much they can get away with before they fuck shit up so thoroughly that they get executed after all.

“How much do you think he is aware of?” Satoru whispers. He’s always nervous about this shit. Ryuu claps him on the back.

“I guess we’ll have to find out. Come on, live a little. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“We could die,” he answers immediately. Ryuu smirks, hand on the doorknob to their boss’ office. The light is still on despite the late hour – Sojiro is known to be a workaholic. Mikio will come later.

“Sure could. But what’s the best that could happen?” He waits a heart beat and when Satoru does not answer, he nods sagely. “Exactly.”

He pushes the door open without knocking; without waiting to be called inside. The boss’ head snaps up, his dark eyes tired for about a split second before they immediately go sharp and nasty, his severe mouth pulling down into a frown that has Ryuu’s heart beating faster on pure instinct.

“What is the meaning of this?! I did not call for either of you!”

Satoru squares his shoulders which is an impressive sight in and off itself; the bastard is a broad fucker, though he can’t get a word out from the sudden spike of nerves.

Ryuu lifts a hand. “Quiet. Turn around, slut.”

There’s a twitch beneath Sojiro’s eye that makes him look almost deranged before his face suddenly smooths out. His slim nostrils, flared with anger, relax again while his mouth no longer has that tight pinch to it. While Satoru sounds like he is going to hyperventilate next to him, Sojiro slowly turns around, back still ramrod straight.

“Wow fuck… that thing really must have messed him up,” Ryuu whispers, elbowing Satoru in the side. “Call Mikio. I don’t know how much time we have left. This time I’m going to fuck the bitch up.”

He reaches up, roughly loosening his tie somewhat while his eyes stay on Sojiro’s slim back. None of the Shimadas are very tall; they just manage to seem larger than life just by proxy of pure bitchiness.

“Present,” Ryuu orders, voice cracking. He’s not quite as cool as he likes to make the other two think. His heart is beating so damn fast he feels nauseous with it. He waits for Shimada to protest or… something, but he leans forward, grabbing the armrests of his chair, his tight little ass curving deliciously beneath his fine slacks.

Ryuu claps his hands together and rubs them as he rounds the table to get to his prize.

.o.

Just a few minutes later, Satoru and Mikio flank him left and right, watching as he slaps his cock against Sojiro’s crack, playing with the thought of trying to raw him.

“You shouldn’t,” Satoru whispers, though his own slacks are tented obscenely over his cock, eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he watches Ryuu trying to pop his tip into Sojiro’s pink hole.

“Whatever is going on with his head. Could be that getting rawed will snap him out of it,” Mikio agrees, though somewhat reluctantly. He has his fly open, slowly palming his dick.

Ryuu pulls a face but reaches into his pocket to get a little packet of lube out.

“I wonder how far this can go,” he says aloud. “I wonder if we could get him to suck cock in the middle of a hallway. Maybe sniff one of his son’s underwear while we dick him. Satoru could try and get one of Hanzo’s dildos so we can make him play with it. Fuck… fuck that’s really hot.”

The other two are not really saying anything, though their faces become progressively more flushed as he just babbles whatever comes to mind.

“Do you think…” Satoru starts slowly, eyes fixed on where Ryuu is pressing into their victim. “Do you think we can make him talk?”

Ryuu closes his eyes, his body hot from the feeling of Sojiro’s unprepared hole clamping down on him. Everything is slick and smooth from the lube now, but it doesn’t mean that it is easy trying to fit his dick into the hole of the stingy bitch. It takes a while for him to register what Satoru has said. He grits his teeth, hips giving a sharp snap to finally pop his tip into Sojiro’s body.

“You want to make him talk, huh? Don’t see why that wouldn’t work…” Heat is rushing up and down his spine, focusing in a distracting tickle right at his taint. “What would you like him to say, Satoru?”

Satoru is quiet, his face flushed with a fine sheen of sweat across his forehead. He starts to walk around them so he can reach out and grab Sojiro’s chin, lifting his head up and staring into his blank face.

“I think it would be really nice if he acted like he enjoyed it… loved it, even.”

Mikio breaths a soft laugh, but Ryuu immediately is interested in the thought. He grunt fucks more of his cock into their boss who remains stubbornly quiet despite his body clenching down deliciously on him.

“Oh… you think we can make him sound like a cheap whore? Make him tell us how much he loves our dicks and how much he wants us to rape him every way possible?”

Satoru’s flush deepens, his eyes becoming somewhat glassy – but there is a nasty smile slowly spreading on his mouth. He has rubbed his thumb across Sojiro’s well-kept beard and the thin, soft lips, but now he is popping it between the Ojabun’s teeth, pressing it onto his silky tongue.

“Yeah. Yeah, I want to find out just how far we can go with this.”

“Maybe one day he won’t even come up from it anymore,” Mikio says softly. “Maybe his brain will just… stay like that.”

“Shit,” Ryuu groans, finally having his cock squeezed all the way into the slim body, Sojiro’s insides impossibly hot and tight around him. “Shit, I’d love that. Fucking nasty bimbo slut ready to take my load anytime I want… Yeah… Yeah, fuck we need to test this shit out more.”