COMMISSION DEMONIC DEGRADATION PART 2
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An ancient evil entity, long dead and gone, looks to force a man into absolute submission. To use his body as his own. To make the man be his pet forever in evil sin.
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M x m Humiliation mind control hypnosis corruption
D: An ancient evil entity, long dead and gone, looks to force a man into absolute submission. To use his body as his own. To make the man be his pet forever in evil sin.
T: Gay Yaoi humiliation mind control hypnosis
The newly minted man kneeled and then prostrated himself before a stone sepulcher. It was cold. Unnatural, Frigid, and haunting; What lay before him, under him, all around him. It was something forever and old. The youthful teenager was barely a man, having nothing on his lip, chin, or neck. Not a hint of hair nor the prospect of such.
“You have come, my child, as I knew you would. You have come to obey, as you know you should. You have come to submit as only you could." The words rang into the invited guest's head. It was omnipresent.
“I have come, Master, As I should…" His words pulled from his throat, a twist of regret after he realized what he had said.
“You came because you are weak-willed, weak-minded, weak in spirit and soul."
“I have come because I am weak-willed, weak-minded, weak in spirit and soul."
“You, who has only tasted life for but a blink of an eye, yet crave the depraved touch of my cold embrace. You are powerless, weak because you are worthless and pathetic."
“I am worthless and pathetic, Master. I am but a body for you to control."
“You are but a mere mortal, a plaything for me. And you will enjoy each and every moment of your submission."
There was a pause, a wilt, a lowering of the young man's voice, the echoing through the stoned unforgiving mausoleum that he inhabits silenced.
“You will obey me because it feels good."
“I will obey you because it feels good."
“You want to obey because it feels good."
“I want to obey because it feels good."
“You are merely my plaything because it gives you worth."
The little child man felt his thoughts through a sludgy haze, like syrup. He could not think nor act or move according to his whims or wills. All he could do was obey. He didn't want to, but he needed to. The words that echoed through his mind coursed through his body, his veins, from head to toe. It left a pleasant, unpleasant tingle.
“Your manhood is useless. Pathetic. Tiny." The demonic, insidious, dark. Poison to the ear; pollution to the soul.
“My manhood is useless. Pathetic. Tiny." The restraint the young man held was slowly breaking down. The voice that echoed through his head was lulling, soothing… almost hypnotic. His own voice, a real voice in the cold embrace of the mausoleum, was trance-like and sleepy.
“It is useless. Absolutely and utterly useless. Nobody would want what you possess. You have nothing to give me except this, an offering. Your body, your wretched, pathetic, worthless body."
“My body is wretched, pathetic, worthless."
“It is hardly a fitting offer for one such as myself. You should thank me for allowing you to submit yourself to me. The gift I give is far superior to anything a mere mortal could ever hope to return."
“Thank you. Thank you for accepting me. For allowing me to kneel before you, for allowing me to submit myself to you."
“I have not accepted you and your worthless cock yet, boy."
The young man was brought up short, though hypnotized, and was practically falling apart at that moment. It didn't snap him out of the trance though, in fact, it brought him much deeper and down into it as a whole.
“You submit yourself to me entirely."
“I submit myself to you entirely."
“You are a worthless whelp that has nothing to offer me."
“I am a worthless whelp that has nothing to offer you."
“Your seed is putrid, toxic, and sterile."
“My seed is putrid, toxic, and sterile."
“Your dick is tiny and your balls are barren."
“My dick is tiny and my balls are barren."
“By accepting me, you give up your freedom, your soul, pathetic though it is. You will become my little plaything. You will not cum without my permission, you will not procreate without my approval, you will not look without my leave."
“By accepting you, I give up my freedom, my soul, pathetic though it is. I will become your little plaything. I will not cum without your permission, I will not procreate without your approval, I will not look without your leave."
“Your cock is meant to spread my glory, my demonic tendrils throughout your land."
“My cock is meant to spread your glory, your demonic tendrils throughout my land."
“Friends, family, loved ones, neighbors, strangers, they are nothing compared to your commitment to me."
“Friends, family, loved ones, neighbors, strangers, they are nothing compared to my commitment to you."
“You have nothing to offer me. Nothing. Your very existence sickens me. Your tiny dick offends me. Your barren balls make me laugh. Your soul is already corrupted, weak, and easy to break under my cold demonic grasp."
There was an icy pause. The young man looked down into his lap crestfallen.
“You have only one thing that is of worth to me. Your offspring. The little baby that you bore from your pathetic lions."
It was then that the small man acutely felt his situation darken. He was aware of where he was. What he was doing. Some sense awoke in him.
“You belong to me."
“I belong to you."
“You are my toy, to play with and break as I see fit."
“I am a toy, to play with and break as you see fit."