[AN: I wrote this a while back but forgot to post it. This is probably the last part in this series but I welcome anyone to take it over. Any other hot mind control/hypnosis ideas you have I'm all ears for another one-shot or series. I hope you enjoy!]
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Dylan walked in and shut the door behind him. It was taking every grain of my willpower to not deck him in the face. So many questions ran through my head but I was unable to ask a single one because of his dare. The dick!
Speaking of, it wasn't lost of me that Dylan was completely nude. It didn't satiate my anger but knowing that he had driven over here and walked up to my apartment naked did give me some satisfaction, albeit nowhere near what he had put me through.
"Okay... I.. I want to first say how sorry I am, Brandon. Honestly and truly sorry." I rolled my eyes.
"I know how out of hand this got, and I can't take that back. Let me just try and explain why I was such an asshole."
I stood impatiently.
"That night at the bar, after you left some of the girls did come over and talk to us about what you did. We were all surprised you showed them your dick and after one of the chicks told us you couldn't seem to turn down a dare I got curious."
"I used a website with Verizon to send you those texts from a fake number. After you sent me your dick pic I knew something was up. I thought maybe you shared some of my interests, to be humiliated. I didn't know anything about the curse."
"I wanted to see how into this thing you really were. Again, I had no idea that you were doing this against your will. I thought you liked being dominated like this and was hoping to find someone to share my own kink with."
My anger wasn't exactly fading, but it was being layered on top of confusion and interest. Dylan was into 'humiliation?' So to find a friend with his shared, gross sexual kinks he used me?
"When I setup the pizza call, I planned on coming over as well to see just how far you were willing to go. I drove over early to make sure I was here when the pizza guy arrived. When I saw it was a dude I figured you'd end up with a pizza covered in cum. I was going to tell you shortly after that, I really was."
"Again, it's really important to remember that at this time I thought you were in control and you just feigned not liking these things because you had the same kink as me. Sure, you were actually humiliated and you hated it but the thrill also made it fun for you."
"When the pizza guy didn't come back down after a while, I got a little worried. I came upstairs to see you running after him naked which didn't make sense to me. That's when you told me everything."
"After we did those little tests, it was clear to me that you were somehow being manipulated. I felt too ashamed to tell you it had been me, so I made up that plan to get a new number. That way you wouldn't get my dares anymore and you wouldn't ask questions. We could just forget this ever happened."
"And I did! I really did try and forget it all, Brandon! But... I'm weak. The thought that you couldn't control yourself somehow made it hotter for me. I'm not gay! I can tell you're thinking it."
I was.
"It's just, the thought of anyone having to do anything someone says. ANYthing. It's just a hot concept. I couldn't ask you to do those things directly because I didn't want to lose you as a friend and I also wasn't sure it'd be as hot for me since you're a guy but knowing someone was making you their submissive was too hard to walk away from."
"For weeks I fought the urge but I couldn't fight it any longer. That's when I came and left the note on your door. I'm not sure what happened but clearly enough for you to risk contacting me. I'm not even sure how you got that fake number."
"I had been stupid to click that link, knowing it was from you, but I was curious and maybe felt pretty guilty. I sensed it was a trap but I clicked it anyway. Now, I thought it would like send you my GPS or something and then you'd put two-and-two together but I guess it worked out all the same."
"Brandon, I'm sorry for abusing you the way that I did. I know it was wrong. I know you must hate me. And I understand if you never want to speak to me again. I get it. I fucked up."
I focused my eyes on him, waiting for my turn.
"Aren't you.. Oh," he said. "I dare you to forget my last dare."
"You asshole!" I yelled.
"I know!"
"I can't even imagine the sick, twisted mind you must have to do this to your own best friend!"
"..I know.."
"First off, I dare you to never give me another dare. I dare you to never tell anyone about my curse or convince anyone to dare me. And I dare you to shut the fuck up."
He stood there, eyes afraid to meet my own, so instead looked down at his exposed body. Now that he wasn't preaching to me he must have felt self-conscious because he covered himself with his hands. Good.
I explained to him the mental hell he put me through. I pain of not knowing what my life would be since he could ruin it at any moment with a simple text.
I explained more about the pizza guy. How he took photos of my naked body. How he touched me. How he put his mouth on my cock!
I told him about Bud. The embarrassment. The disgusting exploitation. How he forced me to suck his dick. To swallow his cum! I reinforced to Dylan that I'm not gay either and how disgusting that memory was to relive. How I could still taste his salty load. How much I cried after that day.
I wanted him to know how much he fucked me over. How much he already did irreparable damage.
"And you come here, apologize, and act the victim. Too weak to your own vices and need to humiliate me."
At this point I couldn't help but notice him trying to cover himself and how, now, he was failing due to his obvious erection. The tip was peeking out below his hands.
"And my pain turns you on?! Even still you can't control your fucking, sick, perverted hormones?!"
"I dare you to put your hands behind your back."
He did as I commanded at once and turned his head away, probably ashamed of his boner but clearly excited all the same. This was probably turning him on more, now that I think back on it.
His cock sprung out in front of him. It didn't help his case that he was larger than me. Probably 6 or 7 inches but also thicker than my own. That pissed me off that this dick had a bigger dick and yet still needed to humiliate and bully me.
"No. No, Dylan. I want to cut you out of my life and forget all about you but I'm too pissed. I'm going to give you what you so desperately wanted."
He looked at me now, eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
"I dare you to speak to me but you still cannot give me any dares."
"Brandon, please! I'm sorry. I'm so so so fucking s-"
"I dare you to tell me the truth from now on. Do you like being humiliated?"
"No. I want to be the one in control."
"Aww, that's too bad buddy! But great for me."
"Brandon!"
"You're going to get what you did to me with interest. Then I can finish you. Have you move to Wyoming or Asia or wherever. After all this is done I never want to see you again."
"..I..."
He didn't have any response. "First order of business, I'm hungry. Order us a pizza."
The realization came to Dylan's face as he asked for my phone.
I handed it to him and said, "I know the perfect place to order from."
