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Mind Control Masturbation	By : Bloodysyren Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Mind Control Masturbation
- 1
Yugi sat at his desk in the fading light of evening, finishing his homework. He sighed heavily. Though it was Saturday tomorrow, he was still up past 9 o’clock, mulling over this one difficult math problem. As he finally worked through it and double-checked his work, the clock on his desk clicked over to read 10:17 p.m. Yugi rested his head on the desk with a soft thud and heaved a sigh, all of his work was finally done for the weekend. He was finally able to relax this weekend, for once, and not be buried in work.
As the young boy scooted his chair back and undressed slowly, tossing his clothes on the floor, he suddenly decided to make a very spontaneous decision. A looming figure was watching from the mirror and smirked evilly. Yugi tossed his shirt aside, clad only in his boxers, and as he slipped those off too and climbed into bed, tossing the sheets over himself, Yami appeared and switched off the light.
He stood by the bedside, watching his drowsy angel, watching that pale chest rise and fall with each relaxed breath. Yami eventually disappeared into Yugi’s mind, snuggling against the deep darkness within his thoughts, wrapping himself in sweet feelings of trust and loyalty. Ad he thought for a second, what would happen if he was able to test out that trust. As he was sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of sleep, Yugi heard a familiar voice…
“Yugi….Yugi, wake up….”
“Hmmmm….. What is it?” He asked sleepily, eyes opening and looking at the clock which read 11:46 p.m.
“Can I ask you something?”
“What is it, Yami?” Yugi replied, hearing the disembodied voice in his mind, rubbing at his eyes.
“Have you ever thought about what it would be like to pleasure yourself through me?”
“What kind of a question is that?” Yugi asked, a little alarmed.
“What? I was just curious. Haven’t you ever just pleasured yourself, throwing away all other thoughts except for the need for release?” Yami purred, his ghostly form appearing on the bed, his larger body clad only in a simple white linen garment, fabric hanging down from the front and the back, the revealing outfit left little to the imagination, hanging low from his hips, showing off his treasure trail and strong, flat stomach. Yugi blinked a few times, seeing the vision in front of him.
“Pharaoh?”
“No, not Pharaoh, Yami.” The older man corrected.
“Yami, why are you dressed like that?”
“Why not? I haven’t worn any of my old clothing in such a long time. Do you like it?”
“It’s very well…ummm….revealing.” The Pharaoh noticed a slight twitch in the fabric between where the boy’s legs were. He smiled.
“And I see it’s having the right effect.” Yugi blushed in embarrassment. The voice in his head spoke again.
“See, there’s nothing to be afraid of, your body thinks it’s perfectly natural.” The boy felt a twitch as his hand moved to ghost under the sheets and press warm fingers against his exposed length.
“What? You can’t just take over my body without my permission!”
“Oh yes I can, because you know you want it, so you aren’t putting up any resistance. Now just sit back and relax, Yugi, I won’t hurt you.” He could feel his fingers involuntarily grip his now quite hard cock, the fist moving up and down slowly. He let out a small gasp and relaxed a little against the pillow. Inside his head, Yami smiled and made the boy's hand move up again, this time twisting as it came back down, earning him another moan.
“You seem to be enjoying this. Why don’t we add something else to heighten your pleasure, hmm?” He saw from his place on the bed as the other hand drifted up to brush across a nipple. He saw Yugi shudder, feeling his own fingers, out of his control, slide across his chest, this time, they traveled to the other one, giving it a gentle pinch. He bucked his hips a little, not realizing that what he was doing could feel so good, or rather, what Yami was making him do.
The Pharaoh saw that his young companion’s eyes had closed in bliss, hand still working slowly on his cock as the other squeezed the first nipple, his head had fallen back against the pillow. He leaned across the bed, lifting himself onto his knees, crouching beside Yugi. He lowered his head to lap at the other neglected nipple, taking the small bud between his teeth.
“Oh, Yami…” Yugi purred, his hips bucking into his hand again.
“Since you’re so relaxed, shall we move on to other things?” The Pharaoh replied, his voice a low whisper. He slowly urged Yugi’s hand from his weeping member, making the index finger swipe at the head, gathering the pre-cum. He watched again as that same hand snaked down between Yugi’s legs, further and further. He watched as the boy’s eyes shot open in surprise and shock.
“What are you planning?” Yugi squeaked, trying to pull his hand out from between his own legs.
“Something you’ll like. Just relax, or it will hurt more. Haven’t you ever experimented with your fingers? It feels really good when you hit the right spot. It makes my whole body shudder with pleasure.” The Pharaoh said, watching the younger boy blush red. The finger still crept lower, finding that sweet virginal entrance and pressing in just a little.
“Ah! Yami take it out. I don’t want to do this. It feels weird.”
“Just a little bit.” The Pharaoh cooed, “It will feel very good soon.” The finger pressed in a little bit more and Yugi flinched in pain, tears coming to the edges of his eyes. He could feel the muscles of his ass spreading to admit his finger, a strange, first-time intruder. He could feel his finger sliding out and then back in suddenly. He gasped loudly. The finger went out and plunged back in. His legs lifted to give him better access to himself.
Yami was still kneeling on the bed, watching, making him blush even more. Suddenly, he felt two fingers inside of his body, straining not to be pushed out by the strong muscles. His fingers strained against the pressure, pistoning in and out of his body, making him sigh in pleasure. He could feel the muscles of his fingers starting to tire, although now, he didn’t want these feelings to stop.
“Do you need some help?” The Pharaoh asked, leaning over his young companion, face contorted in concentration. The boy nodded against his will and opened his eyes in shock at what his mental roommate had made him do. He watched in fascination as Yami knelt between his raised legs, exposed and open, and slid a finger into the slick entrance. It was long, and thin, longer than his fingers would ever be. It reached deep into him, curling and twisting. He gasped and felt his hands dart for his nipples, squeezing them almost painfully. He let out a strangled cry and tried to buck his hips again. As the Pharaoh slid a second finger in, he whimpered, feeling something being brushed deep inside of him.
“Ah! Yami, more!” Yugi pleaded. The older man looked up and smiled, locking eyes with his mind slave.
“You want more?” Yami said. He leaned down and lapped a the underside of Yugi’s cock, making it twitch in response. As it bobbed up again, he caught the tip in his mouth and sucked hungrily, making the younger boy squirm. The fingers were still searching up inside him, his legs starting to shake from the compromising position he was in. Nonetheless, he writhed under his captor’s touch, whimpering and moaning, letting his cries grow louder in pitch and volume. His hands pinched tender nipples again and he cried out.
“Do you still want more?” The Pharaoh questioned. Yugi nodded, gaining control over the motion of his head, gradually being freed from the mind control. He felt his hands ghost over his nipples again and sighed loudly as the Pharaoh lapped at the underside of his cock again. He flinched. Those skilled fingers curled inside and he bucked his hips, wanting to feel them deeper. Yami slowly pulled his fingers from Yugi’s ass and leaned over, pressing his cock to that freshly-stretched entrance. His partner flinched, but tried his best to relax.
As Yami pressed in slowly past the first ring of muscle, he felt the rest ease apart for him, feeling Yugi trying to relax his muscles. As the Pharaoh became fully seated, he began to rock his hips slowly back and forth, in and out, his body aligning perfectly with Yugi’s. He gripped the back of those soft knees, pushing them back against Yugi’s chest, shoving his hips in again, feeling that engulfing heat constrict around his hard cock.
“Ah! Yami!” Yugi cried, eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Oh, gods, so tight….mmmm…..So good!!” He panted out, slamming his hips against that pliant body again. Those soft legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer. Yugi gripped his cock hard, pumping in time with his lover’s thrusts. Faster and faster they rocked together, and faster and faster, Yugi fisted his cock, feeling his climax rushing closer. As Yami thrust into him hard, he brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves that sent a flash of white across Yugi’s vision. He came with a cry, spilling over his hand, back arching off of the bed, trying to take Yami in as deep as possible.
The Pharaoh, feeling this amazing body clench around him, spasming in pleasure, made him push deep into that tight cavern, riding out the waves of his orgasm, panting and shuddering his release. As Yami slumped across his lover, both relaxing from wasting all their energy fucking, he kissed the sweat-slicked forehead, sliding down to place his lips to a temple, and then down the jaw, finally resting on those plush, red lips. He rested there for a while, nestled between those perfect small hips, head resting on that surprisingly strong shoulder.
He lifted his head up, noticing that his young lover was asleep. Yami got up gently and watched Yugi sleep soundly for a moment, before disappearing back inside his mind, leaving a lingering kiss on that smooth forehead.
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