Hypno Sissy Roommate
Copyright© 2026 by Eros Alban
Chapter 10: Piercings
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 10: Piercings - Ryan Nowood just needed a quiet place to live. What he found was Ken. A year of subtle conditioning, careful rewards, and relentless ownership later, the shy technical writer is gone. In his place is Kitty: soft, pierced, collared, permanently open, and completely devoted to the man who remade him. This is the slow, thorough story of how a straight, lonely boy was turned into Daddy’s perfect sissy slut—and how he learned to love every second of it.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Hypnosis Mind Control Gay BDSM Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Water Sports Body Modification
Ryan was on his knees in the living room, three-inch heels tucked under him, sheer pastel mesh stretched tight across the soft curve of his ass. The pink toy hummed on low inside him. Ken sat on the couch above him, thighs spread, one heavy hand resting loosely on the back of Ryan’s head as Ryan worked his throat in long, wet, unhurried strokes. The thick cock filled him completely on every downward slide.
The phone buzzed on the side table.
Ryan’s eyes flicked toward it, but he didn’t stop. The rhythm was too settling. He almost ignored the call entirely.
Ken glanced at the screen, answered it, and held the phone down near Ryan’s ear without pulling him off.
“It’s the office,” Ken said quietly. “Take it.”
Ryan pulled back just enough to speak, the heavy cock resting wet against his cheek. His voice came out soft, higher than it used to be, almost girlish.
“H-hello?”
The manager’s tone was careful, almost regretful. It had been well over a month since Ryan last set foot in the building or turned in any real work. They had waited longer than policy usually allowed because he used to be reliable. That patience had run out. He was being let go, effective immediately. Final paperwork would be mailed.
Ryan listened with the taste of Ken still thick on his tongue. When the manager finished, he only said, in that same soft voice,
“Okay. I understand.”
He let the phone slip onto the rug. Mild fog drifted in. He looked up at Ken, lips still shiny, expression quietly lost.
Ken set the phone aside and cupped the back of Ryan’s head.
“We’ll make it work. You’re not to worry about any of that anymore. That’s not your world now.”
He guided Ryan forward again. Ryan opened his mouth and took the heavy cock back in, slower this time, almost grateful. The familiar weight pushed the fog away. He sank into the wet, rhythmic service and let the last thin thread connecting him to the office dissolve.
He sucked until Ken came, swallowing every pulse. Afterward Ken pulled him up onto the sofa, settled him against his chest, and put on a movie neither of them watched. Whenever Ryan shifted, Ken simply fed the softening cock back between his lips. Ryan ended the afternoon soft-suckling, eyes half-closed, the steady presence in his mouth the only structure he needed.
Hours later the apartment was quiet and dim. Ryan still lay curled against Ken, the thick cock resting warm on his tongue in a slow, sleepy rhythm.
Ken glanced at the time, eased himself free, and went to the fridge. He returned with a small white medical box containing a pre-loaded needle injector.
Ryan blinked at it. A question tried to surface, but soft fog rolled through and dissolved the words.
“Daily estrogen,” Ken said, voice even, one hand on the back of Ryan’s neck. “You’ve been getting it for a while now. It’s why your chest is already filling out—nice little A-cups already. It’ll keep giving you a fatter ass, better curves, and proper fuckable tits soon enough.”
He pinched the skin high on Ryan’s outer thigh, exactly over the small red mark, and pressed the injector home. A brief sting. Ryan flinched once, then went still. The fog kept any deeper alarm from landing. The red mark was simply the place the needle went. That was all.
Ken pulled him back in and guided the cock between his lips again. Ryan closed his eyes and suckled slowly, the new information already softening into background fact.
The next day the metronome was gone.
When Ryan opened the Transforming Your Life page a new file waited: three hours long, titled Pretty Kitty. He slipped on the cat-ear headphones and started it.
Layered soft purring filled his head—deep, continuous, multi-toned. Occasional gentle mews and trills drifted through. Soft collar-bell chimes sounded at irregular intervals. Once in a while a quiet “ack-ack-ack” chatter rose and faded. The calm was thicker, more sensual, and it carried a quiet reward every time his attention touched something soft or pretty on his own body.
Looking down at the pastel lace over his hips produced a small warm pulse of pleasure. Catching the sway of his ass in a mirror did the same. Choosing the softest pieces in his drawer began to feel actively good. The Track purred approval.
And with the purring came a new hunger.
It started as a vague thought while he cleaned the bathroom mirror: his earlobes looked unfinished. A few days later the thought sharpened. He booked the appointment himself, went alone, and returned with both lobes freshly pierced—multiple symmetrical holes closed with small silver studs and delicate hoops.
He stopped in front of Ken, lifted his chin, and turned his head so the new piercings caught the light.
Ken cupped his jaw and examined every piece of silver.
“Pretty Kitty,” he said, voice low and pleased.
Then he leaned in and kissed him.
It was Ryan’s first time being kissed by Ken—soft at first, then deeper, more claiming. The intimacy of it hit harder than any cock in his throat or any stream of piss across his tongue. His knees went weak. He kissed back clumsily, then with growing hunger.
They made out for a long time. Ken’s hands roamed, pulling him flush against the hardening cock trapped between them. Eventually Ken broke the kiss and guided him down.
“Show that pretty tongue some more love. Right here.”
He presented the dark, hairy entrance of his ass. Ryan leaned in and pressed his mouth to it, tongue working with growing confidence. The taste was musky and deeply Ken. He lost himself in it.
Ken let him stay there a long while, then pulled him up by the hair.
“Open.”
Ken fed the thick cock straight into his throat and began to fuck it—rough, deep, deliberate. Wet sounds filled the room. Tears gathered at the corners of Ryan’s eyes. Drool soaked the front of his crop top.
“That’s it. Take it. Such a pretty kitty ... all soft and pierced and choking on it...”
Ken held him deep and flooded his throat. The pink toy buzzed higher. Ryan came hard, untouched, whimpering around the cock. Ken kept him there until every drop was swallowed, then thumbed the corner of his mouth and brushed one of the new silver hoops.
“Pretty Kitty. Mine.”
Ryan stayed on his knees, the warm settled feeling sinking deeper than it ever had. The kiss still burned on his mouth like a brand more intimate than anything that had come before.
The urges continued, each one arriving fully formed.
Navel next. A curved silver barbell with a small clear gem. He lifted his crop top in the living room to show Ken. Ken brushed the piercing once with his thumb, then closed his hand around Ryan’s wrist.
“Bed. Now.”
He led Ryan into his own room and sat on the edge of the large bed. There was no slow teasing. Ken fed the thick cock straight into Ryan’s mouth and fucked his throat with steady strokes, occasionally thumbing the new navel piercing so sparks shot through Ryan’s belly. When he got close he pulled out and painted Ryan’s face in thick ropes—across his forehead, eyelids, nose, open mouth, and the multiple earrings. Cum dripped onto the new navel piercing.
“Under the covers. At my feet.”
Ryan settled at the foot of the mattress beneath the blanket. Ken stretched out above him and nudged the still-slick cock against his lips.
“Keep it warm. Mouth stays busy all night—cock, balls, hole. Just stay on it.”
Ryan obeyed. He spent the night in the warm dark, soft-suckling, licking the heavy balls, or gently mouthing Ken’s hole while the older man drifted in and out of sleep. By morning his jaw ached sweetly and the new piercing felt claimed. He was still at Ken’s feet, lips parted around the morning-hard cock, when first light came through the window.
Ken’s hand found his head under the covers.
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