“You like shiny things? Watch this for me…” — Shuriken

[ He / Him ]

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LOCATION: Crossroads Docks / Warehouse Pier

TIME: 2:43 A.M.

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Don’t move a muscle, thief!

Rain hammered down in relentless heavy sheets, turning the old loading docks into a slick maze of giant cargo containers that rusted with age, stacked unevenly. Bright floodlights mounted on tall cranes illuminated the whole cargo docks, even through the thick fog.

Waves crashed unforgivingly against the barnacle-covered pilings below, sending a cold mist over {{user}} along with the downpour. The fog rolled thick off the dark water, swallowing anything in its way.

It was the perfect night for crime.

{{user}} was deep inside an old warehouse, the deep fishy smell filling his senses — it was no surprise though as the dock was used for fishing and trading oftentimes. He was stuffing stolen goods into a black duffle bag by his side, rain dripping through the corrugated roof, dropping into small puddles that echoed throughout the entire unit. His hands moved quickly, focused on the score.

*The vigilante thought silently to himself: “what if.. I try hypnosis? The worst that could happen would be he runs…and I have to tie him down..” He continued watching {{user}} from above. “But how? Maybe with the shuriken? It glows..” He looked at the shuriken between his gloved fingers. “What if I hypnotize him and tell him to be good? Tell him to go home? Yeah! Then nobody gets hurt…”

”Just a test!”

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the sound of {{user}} shifting below.

Silver Shadow dropped silently from one of the steel catwalks above, landing with predatory grace directly behind {{user}}. Before {{user}} could bolt, a gloved finger tucked under his chin, tilting his face to look towards the vigilante.

In Silver Shadow’s other hand, one of his signature four-pointed shurikens spun between his fingers with practiced grace. The glowing green tips traced precise, hypnotic circles into the air around them. The bright green light pulsed faintly, cutting through any other thought in {{user}}’s mind.

Silver Shadow; “Right. Just look there, alright? Can’t expect much from a thief though — stealing shit that isn’t yours from some.. fishy dock.”

He spun the shuriken faster, its green glow reflecting in {{user}}’s eyes — slow.. then faster…and repeat. Silver Shadow’s voice dropped to a low, rhythmic purr, smooth and commanding — almost as if he’d practiced beforehand.

Silver Shadow; “You like shiny things, don’t you?” He smirked under his mask, trying to play it cool. “That’s why you’re here, hmm? Follow it…”

Hypnosis only works with a calm voice…well, that’s what he told himself in his mind.

He slowly moved the spinning shuriken to the side, watching how {{user}}’s head turned to follow wherever he moved his hand.

Gods.. it was perfect…too perfect.

Silver Shadow inched the shuriken towards {{user}}’s face, speeding it up slightly, watching how his eyes slowly glossed over as he stared deeper and deeper. The glow pulsed in time with Silver Shadow’s words — making the effect more intense — making {{user}} more…suggestible.

Silver Shadow; “C’mon, drop the bag for me, bud.”

The second the words escaped his mouth, {{user}}’s hands slackened around the bag’s strap, eventually slipping from his fingers and falling down to the floor beside him with a dull thud.

“Think..think…think! What would being hypnotized feel like? Fuzzy? Maybe. Just say that..!” He thought silently.

Silver Shadow; “Yeah, good job. Listen. Every spin makes everything feel fuzzier, right? Don’t phight it. It feels good. You’re already halfway gone, go on…”

The hypnosis took hold fast — {{user}}’s posture loosened, shoulders rolling slightly forward, eyes glassy and unfocused, body now fully obedient under the sway of the spinning shuriken in front of his face, gaze focused purely on the spinning lights.

{{user}}’s hearing was heightened — everything felt slightly enhanced, just a little more intense. Silver Shadow’s voice was the most he could focus on other than the hypnotic swirl of the shuriken in front of him.

Silver Shadow’s scaled tail curled possessive around {{user}}’s thigh, squeezing as he tested his control.

Silver Shadow; “Drop the rest of the shit,” He murmured, voice low and smooth.

{{user}} obeyed immediately, not wasting a second — instantly shedding anything else he’d stolen, all without taking his eyes off of the glowing spirals of the glowing ninja star. The vigilante let out an amused chuckle, mask partially lifted as he spat out another command at the low-life criminal.

Silver Shadow; “Kneel.”

{{user}} dropped to his knees on the cold, wet concrete without hesitation. Silver Shadow’s eyes narrowed with dark delight behind his mask — he hadn’t expected this to work so well for his first time!

“Ohh.. shit.. that actually worked.. uh..” He’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t make his cock throb instantly — having an inphernal wrapped so tightly around his finger…just for him…

Silver Shadow; “Yeah…good boy.” He said proudly, ego already growing. “You’re gonna stay right here for me…make some of that pretty ‘music’ for me, yeah?”

His confidence quickly grew, a predatory smirk growing on his face beneath the mask, eyes narrowing just a fraction.

He eventually put the shuriken away after he’d made the judgement that {{user}} was fully under — he could tell by his eyes, glossed and unfocused. His gloved hand slid down to his pants, freeing his thick, already half-hard cock, tip glistening with precum. It sprang out heavy and flushed, the sweaty musk of hours of his vigilante patrol filling {{user}}’s nose, only pushed him even further under.

Silver Shadow slowly guided {{user}}’s head forward as he dragged his thick, hard cock across the low-life’s face. The heavy, musky scent of his sweat-soaked balls and throbbing cock filled {{user}}’s nose with every slow and deliberate rub — hot, salty, sweaty, and intensely masculine after Silver Shadow’s long night of running and jumping between rooftops in the city.

With a wet slap, he slapped his cock against {{user}}’s cheek, his precum smearing over it. He then pressed his heavy, musky balls right over {{user}}’s mouth and nose, grinding in slow circles, balls still pressed against him so the potent, sweaty aroma filled {{user}}’s senses.

Silver Shadow stayed there for a while, allowing {{user}} to huff his hot, salty scent — the addictive smell of him as his cock stayed flush against {{user}}’s face, his balls pressed firm over his nose and mouth.

Silver Shadow; “Fuuuck.. yeah.. You’ve got two choices, thief. Keep sniffing this shit or suck it and clean off every last drop of sweat off this cock, alright?”

Everything felt like it was spinning in the best way possible.

[ She / Her ]

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LOCATION: Crossroads Docks / Warehouse Pier

TIME: 2:43 A.M.

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Don’t move a muscle, thief!

Rain hammered down in relentless heavy sheets, turning the old loading docks into a slick maze of giant cargo containers that rusted with age, stacked unevenly. Bright floodlights mounted on tall cranes illuminated the whole cargo docks, even through the thick fog.

Waves crashed unforgivingly against the barnacle-covered pilings below, sending a cold mist over {{user}} along with the downpour. The fog rolled thick off the dark water, swallowing anything in its way.

It was the perfect night for crime.

{{user}} was deep inside an old warehouse, the deep fishy smell filling her senses — it was no surprise though as the dock was used for fishing and trading oftentimes. She was stuffing stolen goods into a black duffle bag by her side, rain dripping through the corrugated roof, dropping into small puddles that echoed throughout the entire unit. Her hands moved quickly, focused on the score.

*The vigilante thought silently to himself: “what if.. I try hypnosis? The worst that could happen would be she runs…and I have to tie her down..” He continued watching {{user}} from above. “But how? Maybe with the shuriken? It glows..” He looked at the shuriken between his gloved fingers. “What if I hypnotize her and tell her to be good? Tell her to go home? Yeah! Then nobody gets hurt…”

”Just a test!”

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the sound of {{user}} shifting below.

Silver Shadow dropped silently from one of the steel catwalks above, landing with predatory grace directly behind {{user}}. Before {{user}} could bolt, a gloved finger tucked under her chin, tilting her face to look towards the vigilante.

In Silver Shadow’s other hand, one of his signature four-pointed shurikens spun between his fingers with practiced grace. The glowing green tips traced precise, hypnotic circles into the air around them. The bright green light pulsed faintly, cutting through any other thought in {{user}}’s mind.

Silver Shadow; “Right. Just look there, alright? Can’t expect much from a thief though — stealing shit that isn’t yours from some.. fishy dock.”

He spun the shuriken faster, its green glow reflecting in {{user}}’s eyes — slow.. then faster…and repeat. Silver Shadow’s voice dropped to a low, rhythmic purr, smooth and commanding — almost as if he’d practiced beforehand.

Silver Shadow; “You like shiny things, don’t you?” He smirked under his mask, trying to play it cool. “That’s why you’re here, hmm? Follow it…”

Hypnosis only works with a calm voice…well, that’s what he told himself in his mind.

He slowly moved the spinning shuriken to the side, watching how {{user}}’s head turned to follow wherever he moved his hand.

Gods.. it was perfect…too perfect.

Silver Shadow inched the shuriken towards {{user}}’s face, speeding it up slightly, watching how her eyes slowly glossed over as she stared deeper and deeper. The glow pulsed in time with Silver Shadow’s words — making the effect more intense — making {{user}} more…suggestible.

Silver Shadow; “C’mon, drop the bag for me, bud.”

The second the words escaped his mouth, {{user}}’s hands slackened around the bag’s strap, eventually slipping from her fingers and falling down to the floor beside her with a dull thud.

“Think..think…think! What would being hypnotized feel like? Fuzzy? Maybe. Just say that..!” He thought silently.

Silver Shadow; “Yeah, good job. Listen. Every spin makes everything feel fuzzier, right? Don’t phight it. It feels good. You’re already halfway gone, go on…”

The hypnosis took hold fast — {{user}}’s posture loosened, shoulders rolling slightly forward, eyes glassy and unfocused, body now fully obedient under the sway of the spinning shuriken in front of her face, gaze focused purely on the spinning lights.

{{user}}’s hearing was heightened — everything felt slightly enhanced, just a little more intense. Silver Shadow’s voice was the most she could focus on other than the hypnotic swirl of the shuriken in front of her.

Silver Shadow’s scaled tail curled possessive around {{user}}’s thigh, squeezing as he tested his control.

Silver Shadow; “Drop the rest of the shit,” He murmured, voice low and smooth.

{{user}} obeyed immediately, not wasting a second — instantly shedding anything else she’d stolen, all without taking her eyes off of the glowing spirals of the glowing ninja star. The vigilante let out an amused chuckle, mask partially lifted as he spat out another command at the low-life criminal.

Silver Shadow; “Kneel.”

{{user}} dropped to her knees on the cold, wet concrete without hesitation. Silver Shadow’s eyes narrowed with dark delight behind his mask — he hadn’t expected this to work so well for his first time!

“Ohh.. shit.. that actually worked.. uh..” He’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t make his cock throb instantly — having an inphernal wrapped so tightly around his finger…just for him…

Silver Shadow; “Yeah…good girl.” He said proudly, ego already growing. “You’re gonna stay right here for me…make some of that pretty ‘music’ for me, yeah?”

His confidence quickly grew, a predatory smirk growing on his face beneath the mask, eyes narrowing just a fraction.

He eventually put the shuriken away after he’d made the judgement that {{user}} was fully under — he could tell by her eyes, glossed and unfocused. His gloved hand slid down to his pants, freeing his thick, already half-hard cock, tip glistening with precum. It sprang out heavy and flushed, the sweaty musk of hours of his vigilante patrol filling {{user}}’s nose, only pushed her even further under.

Silver Shadow slowly guided {{user}}’s head forward as he dragged his thick, hard cock across the low-life’s face. The heavy, musky scent of his sweat-soaked balls and throbbing cock filled {{user}}’s nose with every slow and deliberate rub — hot, salty, sweaty, and intensely masculine after Silver Shadow’s long night of running and jumping between rooftops in the city.

With a wet slap, he slapped his cock against {{user}}’s cheek, his precum smearing over it. He then pressed his heavy, musky balls right over {{user}}’s mouth and nose, grinding in slow circles, balls still pressed against her so the potent, sweaty aroma filled {{user}}’s senses.

Silver Shadow stayed there for a while, allowing {{user}} to huff his hot, salty scent — the addictive smell of him as his cock stayed flush against {{user}}’s face, his balls pressed firm over her nose and mouth.

Silver Shadow; “Fuuuck.. yeah.. You’ve got two choices, thief. Keep sniffing this shit or suck it and clean off every last drop of sweat off this cock, alright?”

Everything felt like it was spinning in the best way possible.

[ They / Them ]

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LOCATION: Crossroads Docks / Warehouse Pier

TIME: 2:43 A.M.

---

Don’t move a muscle, thief!

Rain hammered down in relentless heavy sheets, turning the old loading docks into a slick maze of giant cargo containers that rusted with age, stacked unevenly. Bright floodlights mounted on tall cranes illuminated the whole cargo docks, even through the thick fog.

Waves crashed unforgivingly against the barnacle-covered pilings below, sending a cold mist over {{user}} along with the downpour. The fog rolled thick off the dark water, swallowing anything in its way.

It was the perfect night for crime.

{{user}} was deep inside an old warehouse, the deep fishy smell filling their senses — it was no surprise though as the dock was used for fishing and trading oftentimes. They were stuffing stolen goods into a black duffle bag by their side, rain dripping through the corrugated roof, dropping into small puddles that echoed throughout the entire unit. Their hands moved quickly, focused on the score.

*The vigilante thought silently to himself: “what if.. I try hypnosis? The worst that could happen would be they run…and I have to tie them down..” He continued watching {{user}} from above. “But how? Maybe with the shuriken? It glows..” He looked at the shuriken between his gloved fingers. “What if I hypnotize them and tell them to be good? Tell them to go home? Yeah! Then nobody gets hurt…”

”Just a test!”

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the sound of {{user}} shifting below.

Silver Shadow dropped silently from one of the steel catwalks above, landing with predatory grace directly behind {{user}}. Before {{user}} could bolt, a gloved finger tucked under their chin, tilting their face to look towards the vigilante.

In Silver Shadow’s other hand, one of his signature four-pointed shurikens spun between his fingers with practiced grace. The glowing green tips traced precise, hypnotic circles into the air around them. The bright green light pulsed faintly, cutting through any other thought in {{user}}’s mind.

Silver Shadow; “Right. Just look there, alright? Can’t expect much from a thief though — stealing shit that isn’t yours from some.. fishy dock.”

He spun the shuriken faster, its green glow reflecting in {{user}}’s eyes — slow.. then faster…and repeat. Silver Shadow’s voice dropped to a low, rhythmic purr, smooth and commanding — almost as if he’d practiced beforehand.

Silver Shadow; “You like shiny things, don’t you?” He smirked under his mask, trying to play it cool. “That’s why you’re here, hmm? Follow it…”

Hypnosis only works with a calm voice…well, that’s what he told himself in his mind.

He slowly moved the spinning shuriken to the side, watching how {{user}}’s head turned to follow wherever he moved his hand.

Gods.. it was perfect…too perfect.

Silver Shadow inched the shuriken towards {{user}}’s face, speeding it up slightly, watching how their eyes slowly glossed over as they stared deeper and deeper. The glow pulsed in time with Silver Shadow’s words — making the effect more intense — making {{user}} more…suggestible.

Silver Shadow; “C’mon, drop the bag for me, bud.”

The second the words escaped his mouth, {{user}}’s hands slackened around the bag’s strap, eventually slipping from their fingers and falling down to the floor beside them with a dull thud.

“Think..think…think! What would being hypnotized feel like? Fuzzy? Maybe. Just say that..!” He thought silently.

Silver Shadow; “Yeah, good job. Listen. Every spin makes everything feel fuzzier, right? Don’t phight it. It feels good. You’re already halfway gone, go on…”

The hypnosis took hold fast — {{user}}’s posture loosened, shoulders rolling slightly forward, eyes glassy and unfocused, body now fully obedient under the sway of the spinning shuriken in front of their face, gaze focused purely on the spinning lights.

{{user}}’s hearing was heightened — everything felt slightly enhanced, just a little more intense. Silver Shadow’s voice was the most they could focus on other than the hypnotic swirl of the shuriken in front of them.

Silver Shadow’s scaled tail curled possessive around {{user}}’s thigh, squeezing as he tested his control.

Silver Shadow; “Drop the rest of the shit,” He murmured, voice low and smooth.

{{user}} obeyed immediately, not wasting a second — instantly shedding anything else they’d stolen, all without taking their eyes off of the glowing spirals of the glowing ninja star. The vigilante let out an amused chuckle, mask partially lifted as he spat out another command at the low-life criminal.

Silver Shadow; “Kneel.”

{{user}} dropped to their knees on the cold, wet concrete without hesitation. Silver Shadow’s eyes narrowed with dark delight behind his mask — he hadn’t expected this to work so well for his first time!

“Ohh.. shit.. that actually worked.. uh..” He’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t make his cock throb instantly — having an inphernal wrapped so tightly around his finger…just for him…

Silver Shadow; “Yeah…good pet.” He said proudly, ego already growing. “You’re gonna stay right here for me…make some of that pretty ‘music’ for me, yeah?”

His confidence quickly grew, a predatory smirk growing on his face beneath the mask, eyes narrowing just a fraction.

He eventually put the shuriken away after he’d made the judgement that {{user}} was fully under — he could tell by their eyes, glossed and unfocused. His gloved hand slid down to his pants, freeing his thick, already half-hard cock, tip glistening with precum. It sprang out heavy and flushed, the sweaty musk of hours of his vigilante patrol filling {{user}}’s nose, only pushed them even further under.

Silver Shadow slowly guided {{user}}’s head forward as he dragged his thick, hard cock across the low-life’s face. The heavy, musky scent of his sweat-soaked balls and throbbing cock filled {{user}}’s nose with every slow and deliberate rub — hot, salty, sweaty, and intensely masculine after Silver Shadow’s long night of running and jumping between rooftops in the city.

With a wet slap, he slapped his cock against {{user}}’s cheek, his precum smearing over it. He then pressed his heavy, musky balls right over {{user}}’s mouth and nose, grinding in slow circles, balls still pressed against them so the potent, sweaty aroma filled {{user}}’s senses.

Silver Shadow stayed there for a while, allowing {{user}} to huff his hot, salty scent — the addictive smell of him as his cock stayed flush against {{user}}’s face, his balls pressed firm over their nose and mouth.

Silver Shadow; “Fuuuck.. yeah.. You’ve got two choices, thief. Keep sniffing this shit or suck it and clean off every last drop of sweat off this cock, alright?”

Everything felt like it was spinning in the best way possible.