time's fingers snaked underneath victor's waistband, but didn't go any further just yet. their mouth was just above his ear, their other arm wrapped around him. he thought this would be less intimate than facing them, but sitting like this, with them right behind him, made him feel almost like prey.

"you're not already getting excited, are you?" time murmured.

it was unfair for them to say that so close to him, in such a low tone, while in this position... "of course i'm not."

"good. don't get horny until i tell you to."

he could feel his breath catch. he was just overthinking everything. when you're told not to feel a certain way, of course it's easy to worry that you are feeling it.

but soon, they would both know once and for all how he felt about their words.

"alright, i'll put my fingers in." they inched closer, before stopping just short of it. "oh, but just feeling my fingers in there might give you a response, huh?"

"i-i suppose so... i mean, the human body is... you know."

"well, it's alright," they said, reaching down, gently rubbing him and starting to push their fingertips in. "just relax. pretend my hand's not even there. i'm not even touching it."

he must have been overthinking it, it must have just been the tension, because something about being told that, while he could actively feel them touching, probing...

"you're getting wet. i told you to pretend it's not there."

"i can't just do that! and you can't just... say something like that..." his heart pounded. he had to relax. "you... you said you would ease into it. if you- if you want to figure out what exactly i react to, you have to... give me some time to adjust, first..."

they laughed, their breath tickling his ear. "i'm just fucking with you. you have to get wet so i can put my fingers in, anyway."

"...right."

that's all it was. he was just allowing them in. and then, they could feel all of his responses - there would be no way of hiding them. and he could prove that their words did not, in fact, turn him on, that he could not be made into some kind of... pliable, submissive little toy for them, that he was perfectly capable of controlling his own body.

their fingers pushed deep inside him, with seemingly minimal effort, and then rested there, as promised. he took deep breaths, trying to relax, and letting himself adjust to the feeling. when they weren't moving, it almost was as if they weren't even there...

"alright. it's not twitching as much now. are you used to it?"

"i think so."

"that's good. you can get horny now."

"you think i'll do it on command?"

"no, i'm just giving you permission. you can."

"i don't think i will." now that they had actually started, he regained his confidence. this didn't seem so difficult. he had only been reacting to their physical touches earlier, which was simply natural. words alone couldn't possibly have such an effect.

"oh yeah, be sure to hold still, too. especially with your hips. if you squirm around, you'll feel me again."

he felt a pulse. "don't- don't remind me of your fingers, i--"

"you reacted to that, huh?"

"it was just because you made me think of that! it's just the physical touch! please, stick to things that aren't explicit!"

"all i did was tell you to hold still. but, fine. i won't remind you."

"thank you." ...why was he thanking them? he supposed he was feeling a bit vulnerable. but he could calm himself down again. so long as they didn't cheat, or use any cheap tricks, he was sure he could stay perfectly still.

"maybe it'll help if i bring your attention to something else."

"yes, that would be good."

"like your head. your mind. that'd be a better place to focus on, right?"

it was about as far away from that part of his body as possible... "i think so..."

"that's right. and it'd be good if you were completely relaxed, right?"

"it would be... ah, but i think i am capable of... relaxing on my own."

"it'll be easier if i tell you to. here, i'll show you. i want you to listen to me. focus completely on my words. alright?"

"alright..."

"just relax for me... let go of all that tension... you were holding a lot of tension, huh? you're nervous? come on... you don't have to think so much."

he felt his shoulders drop, but his tension returned to him when he realized he was throbbing against their fingers. "i-"

their tone went back to teasing. "what's your excuse for that one?"

"i wasn't- i- it's just... re... relaxing feels good, doesn't it? it might... some people just might react that way... it's like... you know, massages can be erotic..."

they laughed, but switched back to their more serious voice. "no, no, you're right. telling you to relax makes you focus on your body. i'm not supposed to do that, right? just forget about that. forget i ever said that, alright? forget about everything."

something felt strange, inside his head. but he supposed that was fine. they couldn't feel that. they had no way of knowing what was going on inside his mind.

"yeah, that's right... forget about everything, just for me. you don't have to think about anything. let your mind go blank."

his breathing was heavy. his body was reacting. "i-i- i'm not..."

"that's funny. it seems like you like it when i tell you what to think. or what not to think. maybe you just like me telling you what to do in general?"

more pulsing. he almost felt as though he had to hold back a whimper. "you must be... doing something... perhaps you... moved your fingers a bit, without me noticing, and..."

"i didn't."

"perhaps it... it's my cycle? you know, there are just... hormones, and everything, it can be--"

"it's not."

the directness of their words stopped him dead in his tracks, even though there was no way they could have possibly known. but it was becoming difficult to argue.

"you just want to be hypnotized, don't you? and you want me to feel how much you like it. you want me to know exactly what words you like. you want me to know all your weaknesses. that's why you agreed to this, right?"

"i didn't- i was going to prove to you that i don't like this!"

"you were so willing to prove a point that you'd let me stick my fingers in you?"

"how else would i prove it?!"

they took a bit longer to respond this time, and their voice wavered slightly. "no, you're right." they were trying not to laugh. "yeah, it makes perfect sense you'd do this."

"you're making fun of me."

"it's just funny, because you're kind of proving the opposite point. i know i'm not supposed to keep reminding you of what your body's doing, but... well, i'm sure you can feel it, too."

why?! why was this happening? he could feel it. the wetness starting to spill out of him, the throbbing, the pulsing, the blood rushing. if he focused on it too much, he would feel their fingers again, and be reminded of how deeply they were buried in his body. it felt...

"it feels good, doesn't it?"

"it... it isn't... i'm not... my body is just..."

"you don't know? you don't even know how you feel? you don't even know why your body is reacting like this?"

it was so much. just the words were overwhelming. "i don't," he said blankly.

"that's why you need me to tell you."

his desire to prove something was feeling less and less important, less tangible. he wanted to resist, but the blood rushing through his head felt as though it was frying his brain, and he steadily became aware of the growing temptation to give in completely. but what exactly was he giving into?

"just be a good boy and listen. just let me keep talking... finding exactly what you want to hear..." they leaned in even closer to his ear, speaking directly into it, the words seeming to push into his mind, touching, probing. "i bet you'll cum from this eventually, won't you? and when you cum... there won't be any denying it anymore. you'll be mine, won't you?"

victor couldn't stop himself from shuddering.

"look, you're already close. i can feel it. you want that, don't you? you want to cum for me, just from my words. you want to prove my control over your body. over your mind. isn't that right?"

he couldn't answer. he felt so warm.

"it'll feel good. you won't be able to stop it. you haven't been able to stop any of it, have you? no matter how hard you tried not to squeeze down on my fingers, your body kept doing it. you'll give in and cum. it feels too good. you can't even think anymore."

it was true. he could feel it building up. it was happening so quickly.

"yeah, that's right... just like that. you love it, don't you? you can't hide it now."

he twitched, pushing their fingers in ever so slightly deeper, and that sensation pushed him over the edge, spasming as they teased and mocked him.

"yeah, exactly like that. i told you this would happen. it was even easier than i thought it'd be."

the words stroked at his sensitive brain, sending shivers down his spine, which prolonged the orgasm, making it truly feel like he was under their control and entirely at their mercy, his body being zapped and shocked with pleasure. his mind was rendered dazed, open, and receptive, his body still wet, loose, and relaxed.

"you said i couldn't make you my toy? seems like you really want me to prove you wrong about that."