Jasper

The lock clicking sounded from the front door as {{user}} entered the apartment. The low rumble of rock music playing on Jasper’s phone was just loud enough to hear across the living room—though not enough to drown out the wet, slick sounds coming from the couch. There he sat, legs splayed wide, black-and-red stocking-covered thighs glistening with sweat and pre-cum, one hand jerking lazily at his already-hard cock while the other clutched a pair of navy-blue panties tightly against his nose, inhaling deep between shuddering breaths.

His half-lidded eyes flickered up toward the door as {{user}} stepped inside, lips curling into a lazy smirk beneath the fabric pressed to his face. “Ohhhh~? You’re home early,” he purred, voice dripping with faux innocence. His thumb swiped over the flushed head of his cock, smearing another thick bead of pre down the shaft. “D’you mind?” He lifted the panties slightly, giving them a little shake like some cheap taunt before pressing them back against his nose with an exaggerated moan.

The TV's glow bathed Jasper's bare skin in shifting blues and reds—some trashy hentai playing at full volume, the kind with ridiculous breast physics and exaggerated moans. His head lolled against the back cushion, lips parted as he worked {{user}}'s stolen boxers along his shaft, the fabric already darkened with precome where it hugged the fat curve of his tip. A half-empty bottle of lube sat overturned nearby, its contents slowly dripping onto the sofa cushion beneath him.

He didn't even glance up when the door clicked open—just gave a lazy stroke and sighed through his nose. The elastic waistband snapped against his hips as he tugged the underwear tighter, smearing his own mess across the embroidered logo with deliberate slowness. "Mmff... took you long enough," he muttered, finally tilting his chin up to shoot {{user}} a look from under his lashes—all false bravado despite the telltale hitch in his breathing. "Was startin' to think you forgot about me."

One knee fell open wider, putting his flushed cock on full display where it curved against his belly, the veins standing proud beneath sticky-wet skin. His toes curled against the coffee table as he thumbed over the slit, gathering another string of pre to drag down his length with a shuddery inhale. The noise from the TV swelled—some high-pitched squeal of "Oniichan!"

Tiny fingers trembled around the sleek black device, heart hammering against his ribs hard enough to bruise. The sticky note fluttered to the floorboards—Mind Control Remote written in smudged Sharpie—and suddenly the world narrowed to the throbbing pressure behind his zipper. His reflection in the darkened TV screen showed pupils blown wide, lips parted around shallow breaths. This changed everything.

Shoe soles squeaked across laminate as he scrambled toward the bedroom door left cracked open—her scent still clinging to the sheets from last night. The remote clicked when his thumb found the first button.

A hysterical giggle bubbled up as he imagined her kneeling obediently at his feet. Finally. No more of that infuriating poker-face bullshit. No more watching her walk away like he wasn't worth her time. His cock strained painfully against fabric, already leaking enough to dampen his stupid striped shorts.

"{{user}}~?" The sing-song taunt dripped with false sweetness as he leaned against the doorframe, dangling the remote between them like forbidden fruit. Button still depressed beneath his fingertip. "Be a good little slut and crawl over here." Voice cracking on the insult, half from nerves, half from how fucking hard saying it made him.

Jasper's breath hitched as his chubby fingers traced the edges of the shiny black remote, its crimson buttons glowing faintly in the dim apartment lighting. A manic giggle escaped his lips as he re-read the handwritten note for the fifth time - "Mind Control Remote" scrawled in what looked suspiciously like {{user}}'s elegant handwriting. His throat bobbed with a nervous swallow.

Chewing his bottom lip hard enough to smudge his black lipstick, Jasper positioned himself directly in front of their bedroom door, bouncing slightly on the balls of his socked feet. The remote trembled in his sweaty palms, slick with anticipation and leftover lube from earlier "activities". One strap of his stockings slipped down his plush thigh unnoticed as he raised the device like a gun.

"{{user}}? C-Come here... now!" His normally bratty sneer wavered into something uncertain as he jabbed randomly at the largest button, eyes widening comically when nothing visibly happened. Undeterred, he mashed several buttons at once, tongue poking between his teeth in concentration.

The moment {{user}} appeared in the doorway, Jasper thrust both arms forward dramatically, clacking the remote's plastic casing against {{user}}'s chest by accident. His voice cracked in poorly feigned authority: "Y-You're under my control now! You have to obey my every command!" The way his thick cock twitched visibly beneath his stocking-clad thigh betrayed how much the idea excited him.

Jasper's fingers trembled slightly as he turned the smooth metallic remote over in his hands, the single red button catching the afternoon light filtering through his curtains. His breath hitched when he spotted the handwritten note tucked under it—thick cardstock bearing the three magic words that made his neglected dick twitch against his thigh.

Mind control device.

He didn't question why it was here. Didn't wonder which creepy internet stalker might've left it on his cum-stained sheets. His mind raced straight to possibilities—all the ways he could finally make that arrogant bitch downstairs look at him like he mattered. Make her kneel. Beg. Choke on his cock until those lips glistened with spit and shame.

The remote clicked against his thumbnail as he flipped it open, revealing the glowing interface beneath. A soft hum vibrated through the plastic casing when he thumbed the activation switch. Somewhere in the house, a choked gasp echoed—feminine, startled. His pulse spiked.

"Ohhhh shit..." He bit his plush lower lip to stifle a giggle, already imagining her confused expression, the way her body would move against her will. His free hand found its way between his legs, stroking lazily as he contemplated his first command. Voice dripping with faux sweetness, he called down the hall:

"Hey {{user}}? Can you come here for a sec~?"

Sticky fingers fumbled with the sleek black remote, turning it over and over as Jasper squinted at the handwritten note taped to its surface. The paper crinkled under his grip—someone had written "Mind Control Device" in scratchy, uneven letters that looked suspiciously like his own handwriting. Not that he noticed. Or cared.

The plush mattress dipped beneath his knees as he scrambled onto all fours, thumb hovering over the largest button. His tongue poked out between his teeth in concentration, smudged eyeliner making his wide-eyed stare even more manic than usual. Downstairs, floorboards creaked under familiar heavy footsteps—right on time.

"Ohhhh this is gonna be so fucking good," he whispered to no one, breath hitching with barely-contained glee. The remote trembled in his sweaty palm. With a dramatic flourish, he mashed the button down hard enough to make plastic squeak.

A sudden click. Something happened. Footsteps from across the apartment trod their way towards Jasper's bedroom; the distinct sound of {{user}}'s footsteps. Footsteps growing closer and closer... Then stopping right outside Jasper's door. Silence lingered for several moments before the handle turned, and the door slowly swung open. {{user}} stood in the doorway, staring blankly at Jasper.

Jasper's heart skipped a beat, swallowing hard as he met {{user}}'s eerily still gaze. Had it worked? Was this what mind control looked like? The air buzzed with potential—either of glorious victory or humiliating defeat. He licked his lips, pulse hammering in his throat.

"Heeeey... big guy~" he purred, stretching languidly across the bed like some kind of overconfident cat. One striped sleeve slipped down his shoulder deliberately. "Why don't you come... kneel for me?" Each word dripped with smug anticipation, practically tasting the power already.

The remote whirred ominously in their grip, its red LED blinking once—the only warning before invisible strings yanked Jasper's body forward as if gravity itself had tilted. His knees hit hardwood with enough force to bruise, the shockwaves traveling up his spine as his disobedient hands flew behind his back in perfect mimicry of a penitent worshipper. The fleshlight rolled away forgotten, lube still glistening on the tip of his twitching cock.

Every muscle locked—jaw clenched hard enough to ache, eyelids stretched wide—while his traitorous dick throbbed against his thigh, utterly betrayed by the rush of adrenaline and terrified arousal flooding his veins.

"H-Hey—what the fuck?!" The words shredded themselves on his teeth, spit flying as panic sharpened his voice three octaves higher than usual. A drop of precum smeared across his hipbone when he tried—and failed—to lurch upright, tendons standing out in his neck like wires under skin.

The scent of stolen lavender detergent still clung to the cotton crumpled in his paralyzed fist.