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When he was out in the world, Izzy’s husband was a supervillain, trading mostly in corporate espionage and high level blackmail. This was wonderful for Izzy, who loved being a kept man. He knew that his husband had his flaws: he was morally flexible, haughty, and dangerous. But he was also kind and his haughtiness softened at home, mostly coming out as an affectation when he was teasing Izzy.
And when he was at home, Hadrian turned his magic to other uses. Namely, their sex life. He cast spells of arousal, of fast recovery, and of enhanced pleasure. Early on in their relationship he had made Izzy’s nipples just as sensitive as they were before his top surgery and spent the next few weeks playing with them constantly and enjoying Izzy’s squirming. The effect was permanent and Hadrian often put weighted clamps on Izzy’s nipples before he did his chores so that they’d swing around as he tried to work.
Hadrian often used magical restraints to hold Izzy still, used his magic to edge him, and even enchanted a dildo to fuck Izzy and keep him occupied while Hadrian got some work done.
One otherwise unremarkable day, Izzy happened across a news article. “Hadrian the Terrible Suspected in Mass Mind Control Incident,” it said. “Multiple people accused of corporate espionage claim that their actions were completely involuntary and that they were actually being controlled by the notorious villain Hadrian the Terrible. ‘It was terrifying,” said one victim, who requested to remain anonymous, ‘everything felt so normal even as I was breaking into office buildings. It was eerie.’”
Izzy shuddered in something that wasn’t quite fear. He kept reading and learned that there were dozens, maybe hundreds of people that his husband had subtly and powerfully manipulated. Hadrian had slipped into their minds and they couldn’t do anything about it until he left again. Some were probably still under his control, unable to even try to speak about it to gossip rags.
Izzy couldn’t stop thinking about it. It wasn’t like he didn’t know that his husband was an expert in mind control, but something about actually seeing the evidence was different. It made him wonder about how it would feel to be controlled himself and once he started thinking about it he couldn’t stop. The idea of being helpless even within his own mind wouldn’t leave him alone.
He took a few days to think about it, but by the time he was fucking himself to thought of Hadrian puppeting Izzy’s body into sucking his cock, he decided it was worth talking about this with his husband.
Hadrian loved the idea. He loved teasing and playing with Izzy and this was an escalation he had never thought his husband would want. He couldn’t wait to get his hooks into Izzy’s brain so he could pull him every which way before ruining him.
The two of them sat down and agreed on the ways Hadrian would change Izzy’s mind, the things he would alter and twist. And then Hadrian began to work.
First, he removed the memories of what exactly Izzy had agreed to have changed, leaving only the part where he said yes and the rush of fear and desire that accompanied it. Then he went in and made just a few changes. He started by removing Izzy’s ability to call him by his name, leaving only “sir,” “master,” and “my lord.”
Next he dialed up Izzy’s arousal and libido but removed his ability to orgasm without Hadrian’s permission. He left it at that for the moment. He could make the other changes he wanted later, these would be enough to start Izzy off feeling controlled and desperate.
There was no dramatic waking up, no moment when Izzy suddenly knew he’d been hypnotized. Izzy went on with his day like nothing had happened. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he’d agreed to something but it didn’t feel urgent. Hadrian was an expert at his craft and Izzy had no idea he’d been changed.
It was only at dinner that night, when he tried to call his husband by his name and instead his voice said “sir,” that he noticed something had changed. He tried again.
“Sir, what’s going on?” Izzy asked.
“What do you mean, Izzy? Is something wrong?”
“Why can’t I call you-” he broke off as he tried to say Hadrian’s name.
“Call me what, darling?” Hadrian was enjoying this.
“Why can I only call you ‘sir’? What’s going on?” Izzy had one hand over his throat as if he could feel the word getting stuck on its way out.
“Oh, I’ve just made a few changes to that cute little brain of yours,” Hadrian smiled across the table. "Don't worry, you can also call me ‘master’ or ‘my lord’ if you want some variety,”
Izzy felt his entire body go hot at the confirmation that Hadrian had controlled his mind. Not only that, but he’d gone in and taken a word right out of Izzy’s mouth. Izzy had thought he might be able to feel the compulsion and fight it but it was like there was nothing there. He simply was no longer capable of saying Hadrian's name.
He abandoned his dinner to go sit on his husband’s lap and kiss him thoroughly. His pussy was already soaked just from the knowledge of how easily his husband had taken control of him.
Izzy pulled back from the kiss and tried to say his husband’s name again.
“Sir,” he said. He paused, focused on the individual sounds of Hadrian’s name, “Sir,” he said again.
“Yes, Izzy? I’m listening,” Hadrian answered, smug as he watched his husband strain uselessly against restrictions he couldn’t even see.
“How long will I be like this? When will it wear off?” Izzy managed to ask.
“My enchantments don’t ‘wear off,’ darling. I’m far too powerful for that,” answered Hadrian. “You’ll only be released when I decide you should be, and I have to say, I really like how you sound when you call me ‘Sir,’ so I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”
Izzy felt a ripple of desire go through his body. He wanted to put up a fight, to protest against the control. But he had started humping Hadrian’s thigh at some point and the pressure on his clit mixed with the heady feeling of losing all control and together they took the words right out of his mouth.
He settled for leaning in and kissing Hadrian again, who indulged him for a bit but eventually leaned back and held Izzy back with a hand in his hair.
“I’ve thought of a few more changes I’d like to make to your brain. Go ahead and cockwarm me while I work, Izzy.” Izzy didn’t even think, his body immediately obeyed his husband’s command and before he knew it he was kneeling with a cock in his mouth.
The casual yet overwhelming subjugation sent a wave of arousal through him and Izzy reached into his pants to rub his clit.
“It’s adorable how easy you are. One compulsion that I could do in my sleep and you’re dripping for me. Keep jerking off, I want you to be nice and wet for me when I’m done here.”
Izzy moaned but couldn’t reply with the cock filling his mouth. Without his input, his hand kept moving. He wasn’t sure how long he knelt there with his husband’s hand stroking his hair, but after a bit he was pulled off of Hadrian’s cock and pushed onto all fours.
“Go to the bedroom, get on the bed, and present yourself.”
Izzy immediately started crawling for the bedroom. Halfway there, he realized that he usually would have walked. A moment after that, he tried to stand up and realized he couldn’t. His body just kept crawling, compelled forward by the order he’d been given.
Once he was on the bed, naked, face down on his forearms with his ass in the air, he tried to turn around to see where Hadrian was. But his body wouldn’t move now that he was in position. Luckily, Hadrian didn’t seem to be in the mood to make him wait and only a minute later he came into the bedroom to join Izzy.
Hadrian walked up to the bed and took a moment to play with Izzy’s pussy, teasing his large clit and stretching him on his fingers. Izzy wanted more, he felt so empty even with fingers in him.
“Please, sir, please fuck me,” he begged. Hadrian spanked his pussy a few times first, making Izzy squeal with each impact. Then he slowly pulled Izzy onto his cock. Hadrian didn’t fuck him in earnest yet, instead lazily sliding in and out and enjoying the slow build.
He ignored Izzy’s gasps and twitches in favor of seeking his own pleasure. Izzy was his toy to use however he wanted. Eventually Hadrian sped up until he came deep inside Izzy with a satisfied sigh. Then, because magic was really quite wonderful, he got rid of his refractory period and fucked Izzy again, slowly.
Izzy was blissful. He loved feeling so full, he loved that he was stuck while his husband took his pleasure, and he loved knowing just how helpless he was to his husband’s power. This was the kind of subjugation he craved and he reveled in the feeling. Every so often he tried to move and his muscles simply didn’t listen to him, instead staying in the position he’d been put in.
Hadrian came again, sighing in pleasure.
“Turn onto your back, put your hands above your head, and spread your legs,” he told Izzy. Even without the compulsion in the order itself, the strings he’d attached to Izzy’s mind while Izzy cock warmed him meant that any commands he gave would be immediately followed, followed by a rush of pleasure. It was his favorite kind of behavioral conditioning. Izzy’s brain would quickly learn that following orders was pleasurable. Even when Hadrian eventually let him out from under his control, he’d retain the association.
Hadrian admired the view for a bit before pulling out a vibrator, turning it on high, and pressing it against Izzy’s clit with absolutely no warning.
Izzy made a strangled noise. He tried to press into the vibe and failed, he still couldn’t move out of the position he’d been put in. He could only take what was given to him as Hadrian experimentally varied the pressure and position of the vibe.
After a minute or two Izzy realized he wasn’t cumming. He normally didn’t cum while being fucked, but it got him close to the edge and the vibrator should have sent him careening over very quickly.
“Sir-” Izzy began, before breaking off and blushing. He’d meant to say his husband’s name, having forgotten that he couldn’t.
“Sir, why can’t I cum? What’s going on?” he managed to ask.
“I think you know exactly what’s happened, darling. You let me go into your weak little mind and do whatever I want. And I’ve decided that what I want is a needy pet who has to beg me for permission if he wants to cum,” Hadrian explained.
Izzy shuddered as his body reacted viscerally to his husband’s cruel condescension. He was so turned on that it nearly hurt. He wanted to cum so badly.
“Sir, please, can I cum? Please, would you give me permission, sir?” Izzy immediately begged.
“No, you cannot. Do you want to know why?”
Izzy wasn’t sure that he did. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to cope with whatever Hadrian was about to say. Especially since Hadrian was still teasing him with the vibrator. But he nodded anyway.
“You’re a fucktoy, sweetie. You’re my cute little toy to fuck and torture however I want. I control every part of you, so I’ve made you into a nice fleshlight for me to use. And fleshlights don’t cum.”
Izzy wanted to cry even as he felt his cunt clench in response to the cruel degradation. He was still trying not to hump against the vibrator being held against his clit. Hadrian was watching and laughed when he saw Izzy twitch at his words.
“How does that make you feel, Izzy? Tell me the truth,” Hadrian put a small burst of power into the command to erode any normal filter Izzy had between his brain and his mouth.
“It feels so good sir. I’m so helpless and I don’t even remember you taking control of my brain but it turns me on so much. I want to cum sir but I also don’t because I love being controlled and used. Please keep using me, sir. I’m so scared that I’ll never cum again and it makes me so wet.”
Hadrian smiled and pulled away the vibrator. He pushed back into Izzy’s cunt but didn’t start thrusting yet.
“I’m going to turn you into the perfect toy, Izzy. I’m going to take away your control bit by bit and you won’t even know anything is unusual. Then I’ll let you remember just enough to know how helpless and degraded you are, and I’ll fuck you while you cry about it. And then I’ll take those memories away all over again.”
Hadrian began slowly fucking in and out of Izzy’s cunt again.
“Such a sweet little slut, in over your head and you can’t do anything about it. I’m going to have lots of fun breaking you down into a plaything for my amusement.”