Dance, Little Doll

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu/Kirishima Eijirou

Rating: 18+

Tags: Noncon to Dubcon, Dollification, Underage Sex, Rimming, Anal Sex, Mind Break, Villain!Fatgum

Summary: The connections between his mind and body are snapping. As the strange villain continues to command him to do lewder and lewder things, the control over his own body diminishes until he's nothing more than a doll, meant for nothing more than his Master's pleasure.

This is a kofi commission for anon! 

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Why…why did something like this…have to excite him so much? 

Hands braced on the floor, saliva dribbling down his throat, his body tingling with feverish heat, Kirishima hungrily, eagerly devoured Taishiro’s hole, dragging his tongue across the puckered entrance, drenching his skin with a heavy layer of drool, pushing his tongue through the tight ring of muscles to get a taste of his insides. Brilliant, near deranged excitement thundered through his veins. His cock was a throbbing rod of heat and want between his trembling legs. He clung right to the precipice of cumming – the sensation of being kept right at the edge, unable to tumble over into a field of abyss driving him mad. Grinding his ass against Kirishima’s face, Taishiro had one large hand clamped on the back of his head, keeping him firmly smooshed against him. Not that there was any need to do so. Despite desperately wanting to run, to escape from this horrific, demeaning situation, he couldn’t move on his own. Only this man’s voice could make him move. This unknown villain had appeared out of nowhere, dragged him into a warehouse and injected some kind of strange medicine into him. 

Even though that had just been minutes ago, the memory was already hazy. Had it hurt? Burned? He couldn’t remember. All he could recall was that terrifying, disconcerting sensation that had immediately started to take hold of him. The only way his sluggish mind could think to describe it was as though someone had grabbed hold of his consciousness and was slowly dragging him away from being in control, allowing something…someone else to take his place; like the connections between his brain and body were snapping, leaving him with the sensation that his body, his limbs were hollow, empty, waiting for someone else to come along and move him. The sensation came on so quick, he barely had time to brace against it. Within a few moments, his body felt like it was asleep but there was no numbness. If anything, his skin felt overly sensitive. When Taishiro touched him, the tips of his fingers trailing up Kirishima’s chest, it felt nearly the same as to touching his cock. The blast of pleasure rocketed through him at just being touched did something weird to his head. A golden, heavy fog cloaked his mind, making it hard to think. Suddenly, he became acutely aware of just how…good Taishiro smelled. 

The realization terrified him. He’d grabbed hold of that terror, using it to push against the fog hanging over his mind. Something…something was seriously wrong with him! He had to run or-! Looking back on it now, it was almost comical…how much he didn’t stand a chance. Grinning widely, Taishiro had shoved down his pants, shoved his butt into his face and spread his asscheeks open to expose a pink hole. The terror he’d been using as a barrier to protect him from the invading haze took a massive hit at the sight of Taishiro’s hole. A massive wave of heat crashed over him, leaving him feeling dizzy and achy. Drool poured into his mouth. His cock strained painfully against the constraints of his underwear. The sensation of losing control of himself grew stronger. His arms, his legs, his body were still there but the feeling that they were no longer his was terrifyingly intense. 

“Go on…” Taishiro had murmured warmly, “Give me a good rim.”

His moved without hesitation, surging forward to bury his face in Taishiro’s ass. The first time his tongue swiped across his hole, he thought he was going to cum. His rigid cock pulsed in the familiar way that screamed he was going to blow his load everywhere but he got to that point and stayed there. It was like someone had their hand on his switch and was keeping it right at that place where the light was almost on but not quite. His body burned with an electric, unbearable pleasure. An intense hunger gnawed at the edges of his foggy mind. He…he wanted something…something inside him, something big and hot and…and…cum…he wanted to cum-! He wanted to cum so badly-! His body…it was burning up! The pressure building up in the base of his belly was pressing so hard against the back of his cock it hurt! 

No-! What was wrong with him?! He didn’t want to cum from this! From licking some villain’s ass! He needed to break away! He needed to escape! He was a Hero! And a hero could get through any hairy situation. He just had to fight it. He had to fight! He-! 

“Fuck, your tongue is so good, Eiji-kun.” Taishiro cooed, pulling away from him, his ass drenched with saliva. 

The wave of excruciating dismay that slammed into him was nearly enough to send him into a bout of hysterical sobbing but…his face, his body seemed to register nothing. He sat there, staring up at Taishiro….waiting…obediently waiting for his next order. With the stimulation of rimming Taishiro gone, there was nothing to distract him away from just how…empty he felt. There was pleasure, there was heat, there was want but all of it felt…plastic, scripted. That realization didn’t alarm him. Did…did he think it would? Kirishima slowly blinked. He…he had expected it to but…why? Why would he be alarmed? 

‘Run.’ A whimpering voice said somewhere in the mess of pleasure his mind had become, ‘Run!’ 

…why? Why would he run? Taishiro hadn’t told him too. He wouldn’t do anything unless Taishiro told him too. 

‘Run!’ The voice sobbed, becoming weaker as the pleasure grew even stronger. ‘Run!’ 

“You’re such a good doll, Eiji-kun.” Taishiro breathed, leaning over to brush the backs of his fingers over the curve of Kirishima’s cheek, “And good dolls deserve a reward, right?”

‘Run!’ The voice screamed, sounding so far away, it was almost impossible to discern what it was saying. Kirishima barely took notice of it. He stared up into Taishiro’s face, a massive blossom of warmth blooming in the center of his chest. That’s right…he was a good doll. He would do anything Taishiro told him too. He existed only to make Taishiro feel good. This emptiness, this hollowness…it was just because he was a doll. It…it made so much sense now. He didn’t have to worry about anything ever again because he was Taishiro’s precious doll. There came a feeble whimper from the farthest corners of his mind then the voice fell silent, leaving Kirishima to only think about how good it felt when Taishiro touched him, how much he wanted to make Taishiro feel good. 

“Roll over.” Taishiro said softly, “Get on your knees. Stick your ass high up in the air.”

Kirishima quickly did as he was told, his body moving on instinct rather than conscious thought. Taishiro yanked down his pants, exposing his butt. Large, strong hands clamped down on his hips. Something very hard, very hot and very big pressed to his hole. An exhilarated trill raced through Kirishima’s hollow body. A shaky breath pushed out hard from between his wet lips. That-! That was what he wanted! That was what he was so hungry for! Taishiro’s cock! He wanted Taishiro’s cock! This doll…it wanted to be stuffed full of Taishiro’s cock! It wanted nothing more than to make that fat cock cum! It wanted to cum from having that fat cock inside it! 

“Now, Eiji-kun.” Taishiro said, grinding the tip of his cock against him, “Since you’ve been so good, you can cum when and however many times you want. Okay?”

“Yes-“ Kirishima breathed, his eyes stretched open wide, his insides twitching. 

“Good doll. Now, open up wide and take all of me!”

With that, Taishiro slammed forward, driving the entirety of his cock inside of Kirishima’s wet, hot, twitching ass. If there had been any scraps of who he used to be remaining, they were completely demolished by the astronomical pleasure that smashed into him. He came with a shrieking, piercing scream. Cum sprayed out of his cock, splattering all over the concrete floor. Good-! Good-! This slutty sex doll felt so good! More-! More-! He wanted to be used even more! He wanted Taishiro to break him in until he couldn’t forget the shape of his cock! Laughing, Taishiro pounded into him, firmly holding him in place as he bounced back and forth from the force of his thrusts. Kirishima wailed and mewed, tongue hanging out of his mouth, eyes rolled back in his head, already right on the verge of cumming again. 

“You love this, don’t you, Eiji-kun?” Taishiro rasped, giving one of his ass cheeks a hard slap. 

“Yes-!” Kirishima squealed shrilly, “Love! Love!”

“Good. I wasn’t too sure about you at first but I can see my earlier assumptions were wrong. You,” Taishiro leaned down to kiss the nape of his neck, “will be a fantastic doll.”

Shuddering, Kirishima came again. Yes-! Yes-! He…he would be the perfect doll! He would be Taishiro’s perfect sex doll! This…this was what he existed for! To be Taishiro’s perfect sex doll!