Patreon Compilation – Fic#133 – Sojiro/Guards – hypnosis; trigger words; training – Should've Been Nicer 3 (Patreon)

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Sojiro/Guards – The guards take Sojiro for a ride before delivering him to some important negotiations... Everything works better if the gears are oiled, doesn't it?

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Ryuu stands in an impeccable suit next to the car, waiting for Sojiro to arrive.

Satoru escorts him out of the estate, wearing the same dark suit and sunglasses that obscure his eyes.

Sojiro’s gait is not hurried but quick nonetheless, his expression dour as usual as he doesn’t acknowledge any of his bodyguards. He has places to be, and the men trailing after him or opening the door to his dark, roomy car are not on the forefront of his mind, right now. Far from it.

Ryuu opens the door smoothly as Sojiro is just a few steps away. The oyabun doesn’t even look at him as he slips into the backseat.

Ryuu and Satoru glance at each other through tinted glasses.

Satoru slips in behind Sojiro while Ryuu lifts his lapel to his mouth and murmurs into the mic attached there: “Mister Shimada has entered the car. Are you ready?”

A second later, Mikio’s voice murmurs through his earpiece: “Yes. Get in. I’ll drive us somewhere quiet.”

Ryuu almost rubs his hands in giddy anticipation. He turns off the mic and slips into the car as well, smoothly closing the door behind him.

Sojiro has taken a seat on one side of the car, while Satoru has sat down on the other end. Ryuu moves toward him so they can sit in front of their boss while they drive.

Shimada has taken out a tablet and is not paying any attention to them as he goes through the details of the deal he is about to drive to one last time.

Mikio pulls smoothly away from the curb and starts to drive.

Shimada does not look like he suspects anything amiss; how should he? They have been planning this for a while, making sure everything is the same as usual… and since Shimada doesn’t pay attention to them anyway, that had been an even easier task than it should have. There are a few items in their pockets that have their suits bulging ungainly, but he hasn’t said a word.

Honestly, it would surprise Ryuu if the bitch had even any clue as to who his bodyguards for the day were.

There’s a partition between them and the driver, dampening most of the sounds from outside. The car is as fancy as the oyabun, which… figures. Still, they can hear the short sound of the car horn signalling the start of their little game.

Ryuu and Satoru slowly take their glasses off, glancing at each other to make sure they both are ready. Mikio is driving them to a nice… interesting... location now – but that doesn’t mean that they have to wait.

“Sir?”

It takes a second for Sojiro to realize that he has been addressed. He glances up, face already getting a pretty impressive scowl going – but Ryuu comes in before he can make any scathing remarks to tell them to shut up and not bother him while he is working.

“Have you seen the cherry blossoms?”

The change is immediate and insanely satisfying. It had been a bit of a doozy to train the reaction into him, but now that he sets his tablet down and is crawling to them on all fours, it is… more than worth it.

“God, fuck, I won’t get tired of this,” Satoru whispers while rubbing his large hands together.

They take their dark glasses off and tuck them into the front pockets of their suits. Satoru reaches into his pocket and gets out a ballgag while Ryuu throws a tube of slick onto the seat between them. There are hectic dots of red on his cheeks, and he rubs his sweaty palms against his thighs.

“Honestly, though… I’ve been thinking about this for way too fucking long,” he admits while reaching out and roughly grabbing Sojiro by the hair, jerking him closer like an unruly dog by the collar. “Can you even imagine kicking him out of the car later and him stumbling to the meeting dripping our fucking cum? He’ll have to wonder why his cunt is a fucked out mess, don’t you think?”

Satoru is grinning now; a little too wide and predatory, maybe. “I don’t know. But we’re going to fucking find out.”

They’re all getting too cocky for their own good, maybe. It still doesn’t stop them from fucking the prissy bitch right there at the side of the busy sidewalk Mikio has driven them to. It’s loud enough that they can hear the buzz of the conversation even through the walls of the expensive limousine.

Sojiro’s face is blank, his dark eyes fixed solely on them. He has gotten, if possible, even more attached to them during the training process. His eyes keep tracking them, waiting for any command that he can follow.

He is anticipating them, despite being practically brain dead… and that is kind of hot. Kind of really hot.

They have him over their lap, one stuffing his throat with cock, the other his ass with a few barely lubed up fingers, when the door of the limousine opens and Mikio quickly slips inside. He is tugging on his tie, trying to get it to loosen up around his flushed throat. He throws himself onto the seat opposite of them.

“Did everything work?”

Satoru rolls his eyes. He points to their boss that is currently choking on his cock.

“Just look, asshole.”

“What trigger phrase did you use?”

“You know which one.”

Mikio does not look happy with that. He’s jumpy at the best of times, and had become proper upset when the others had started goofing around with trigger phrases. Talking about cherry blossoms in Japan is too dangerous in his opinion…

But honestly, it is half the fun of the whole thing. Thinking that their boss might accidentally become a cockhungry bimbo during one of his important dinners just because during idle chit-chat someone came up mentioning the beautiful Hanamura cherry blossoms…

“Stop whining and just get to it… or you can sit there and watch as we fuck him over, your move.”

Sojiro is honestly starting to gag and flail now. Satoru finally lets him come up for air. The oyabun pulls back, tongue lolling from his throat like a dog’s as he coughs and gasps, all the while drooling liberally on his bodyguard’s dick.

They have stopped using the device a few sessions ago. It doesn’t seem like he even needs it anymore… but they are all still very aware of its absence. They have no idea just how scrambled up his head is, and whether that can revert itself or not.

They’re playing with fire. It might actually burn them at some point… but for now it gets them so fucking hot.

Shimada looks so severe and put together in his suit… even with his cheeks wet with spit and pre-cum glittering in his goatee. They have to take care not to destroy it, but that’s alright. It’s hot fucking him in it.

Everything is hot when it is about dicking their bitchy boss down and making him beg for their dicks. Everything is hot when it means that they are dominating one of the scariest motherfuckers of Japan and look his equally bitchy son in the eyes as he chews them out, knowing that they can go and fuck their frustration out into his daddy at any time they damn well please.

They have pulled his finely pressed slacks down just enough to have access to Shimada’s little ass. They hobble him enough that when Mikio grabs him by the belt and pulls his lower body off of Ryuu’s lap to fuck him, he feels tight like a goddamn virgin on his dick.

“Shit… shit, this is… something else.”

He fucks him enthusiastic enough to get the limousine bouncing. There’s no way the people walking past have no idea that there are people inside that are fucking.

Shimada would have been absolutely horrified at the lack of subtlety… which is exactly why they are doing this here right where anybody could see if the windows weren’t tinted.

They’re not complete idiots, after all. They just want their fun. They just want to fuck their boss over and train him against his conscious will into a stupid bimbo hungry for dick and humiliation.

“Hey,” Ryuu calls lazily, one hand slowly jerking his dick. “Fetch.”

It’s the newest word they have taught Shimada, but he is a fast learner. He turns after just a moment away from Satoru and offers up his mouth, tongue out like a red carpet for his dick.

Ryuu doesn’t wait long to indulge. Mikio is already red fast, chuffing through clenched teeth as he forces his beer can cock into Lord Shimada. He doesn’t look like he’ll take long this time around, which is probably for the best.

They all want to get their fill before they have to give their slut time to get back up from the hypnosis and then stumble his way into the deal, dripping their cum.

Honestly… they’re most interested in what goes through Shimada’s head when he feels the ache of his used-up cunt.