Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/10962393. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100 Relationship: Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Mogami_Keiji Character: Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Mogami_Keiji Additional Tags: Drabble_Collection, Underage_Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Bullying, Implied/ Referenced_Sexual_Harassment, Many_different_variations_of_Mobgami, Redemption, Mogamiworld Stats: Published: 2017-05-21 Updated: 2017-06-28 Chapters: 6/? Words: 5038 ****** Impressions ****** by pandoras_thomg Summary A Collection of Mobgami drabbles that range from consensual/ redemptive to dubcon/noncon. Specific kink tags will be included in each individual chapter. Some comforting fluff and some dirty smut. Notes Tags in this chapter: Nonconsensual Touching, Underage Molestation, Ejaculation, Drugging, Sexual Torture, Teasing, Dreamfucking, Fainting, Fear, Unwanted Sexual Arousal, Embarrassment, Poor Mob, But also I wish I was in his shoes See the end of the work for more notes ***** Look At Me ***** There is little Mob can do in a situation like this. He is drugged; weighty and incapable of much movement–the most he can do is writhe a little bit to the careful ministrations done on his body. Mogami is in his bed, touching him all over. Mob huffs for air while the ghost strokes him in every place, uncaring of his privacy or dignity. The caresses are extremely soft, teasing him, getting him worked up to the point of tears. He can't talk very much, as his words cannot form in his mouth. All he can express is soft moaning and whimpering. "So, you like it, don't you?" Mogami taunts him with a handsome smile. Mob hates how handsome he is, like an incubus trying to drag him to hell. Mob wants to say "I don't like it, stop it." but he cannot speak quite yet. He merely watches the smirking face above him as he is caressed. Mogami is making love to him with just his hands. It is heartbreakingly attentive to his every reaction, every stuttering breath and agonized groan. Mob's skin feels so sensitive that he feels like he could explode against his will. Mogami makes sure Mob appreciates every gesture he makes, fiddling with each sensitive place like he wants Mob to come just from this. He caresses Mob's ticklish spots: his underarms, his sides, his belly and neck. Mob squirms like an insect. It feels so... so unbearable. "What do you want?" Mogami gently asks before caressing Mob's inner thighs, causing the boy to sigh, "This?" Mob wants to deny it. He tries to shake his head, but he can't give any indication that he wants Mogami to cease all his attention on his limp, overstimulated little body. "I do think you must enjoy this." Mogami says as he witnesses the twitching of Mob's cock. He overwhelms it with his fingers running up and down the shaft and thumb rubbing over the slit. "What a lewd person you are." Mob shuts his eyes and tries to imagine that this isn't happening. Who is Mogami to touch him like this? Why is the man giving him this torment? He expected more pain–invasive pain. This is not what he thought Mogami was like, and it is quite terrifying to be responding with passionate noises of approval–his body's approval. The hot breath around Mob's face and the boy's tears show Mogami that the torture is working. The spirit is delighted to have found such a unique method of degrading Shigeo. He watches as Shigeo tilts his head, face flushed, arching his back unintentionally. His fingers twitch and his eyes roll backwards towards the ceiling. Mob's facial expression is so delicious, and his weak, sighing moans make Mogami realize the boy is coming already–but he is so overwhelmed by the drugs that his full reaction is trapped inside him. Mob realizes with horror that he can't scream and release his voice. He can only look at Mogami with half-lidded eyes, with drool coming out of his mouth and a quiet moan of embarrassment. As his ejaculate splashes on his stomach, Mob sees the cruelest glint in Mogami's eyes. Mob's chest heaves with effort to get oxygen. The orgasm makes him so dizzy that he closes his eyes. Mogami gently says, "Look at me, Shigeo." Reluctantly, Mob opens his eyes again and meets Mogami's intense stare. "You're learning." Mogami says approvingly, "I like you when you're more obedient." The words make Mob feel nauseous. The room is lurching. Mob's head falls to the side and he finally faints. At the loss of his prisoner's consciousness, Mogami sits back in his straddling position on top of Mob and clicks his tongue chidingly. "That won't do." he says. Mogami leans over Mob's face and chuckles with satisfaction, deciding he'll follow his little prisoner into the dream world. There, he can do what he wants, as well. Mob can't move or run away in his dreams. The boy must hate this. His cock awakens underneath the covers as he writhes like a worm in his sleep. To an outsider, it would seem that Mob was all alone in his room, having a normal wet dream. But this is simply what can be observed. Mob can't look away. His freedom is unreachable. ***** An Unreasonable Request ***** Chapter Summary Mob keeps waking up in Mogamiworld with someone's ejaculate all over his face. He doesn't know what he needs to do in order to make it stop. Chapter Notes Tags: Mogamiworld, Underage noncon, Somnophilia, Masturbation, Threat of Rape, Facials, Domination, Degradation See the end of the chapter for more notes If walls could speak, they would be rambling. Mob couldn't tell what went on when he was asleep... but he had a suspicion when he woke up one night, face splattered with a salty, white fluid. As he sat up, the stuff dripped onto his blanket. It smelled like... something organic and animalic. The splash of liquid on his cheeks woke him straight out of sleep, but when he looked around, he found no culprit. It went on like this each night. Mob would wake up with a start because something had shot out and hit his skin. Every time he woke up, he checked his whole house for signs of a break-in. It was scary. Why was this happening to him? Why was it happening every night? Mogami watched the boy's confusion with cruel amusement. He couldn't be seen at all, so Mob had no way of knowing just what was going on while he slept. The truth was, Mogami had perverse thoughts when he watched Mob sleeping soundly. The child was so undisturbed, swept away from his worries by dreams. Mogami decided to interfere each night. He stood over Mob and stroked himself in secret. He would picture his sweet prisoner being humiliated at school or beaten up by high schoolers. The look of despair on the poor child's face had Mogami aroused. Soon the confusing episodes each night would build up until Shigeo lost his mind. He'd look around and try to find someone to blame, but he would never find the attacker. The spirit had fun. His soft cock hardened when he saw the boy's peaceful sleeping face and thought about ruining it. He carefully made sure not to groan as he jerked off over Mob's unconscious body. Breathing shallowly, he brought himself to orgasm once again. He ejaculated on Mob's pure, innocent lips. Mob opened his eyes with a start and accidentally licked some of Mogami's cum. The boy choked on the taste and wiped his mouth vigorously. Mob stared out into the darkness. This didn't make sense. Why was this weird thing happening? He used to sleep soundly, but the certainty of each visitation on his face made him reluctant to rest. The helpless feeling built up within him and caused him to cry. The boy's soft sobs and shaking body turned Mogami on all over again. He decided that once Mob fell back asleep, which he inevitably would, he'd go for round two. Mob didn't deserve this, making the assault all the more delicious for Mogami. When Mob got desperate, he tried sleeping on his stomach. Mogami became pissed off because his fun was ruined. He circled around the sleeping boy and thought of his next attack. What could he do to disturb Mob at night and make him feel violated? He tore off Mob's covers. The boy was still fast asleep, face down in the pillow. Cold fingers ran along the waistband of Mob's pajama pants. He rolled them down to Mob's knees, exposing his beautiful, virgin body, a body Mogami wanted so much to abuse. Mob had woken up. He tried to crawl upwards and find out who was undressing him, but his head was forced down by an extremely large hand. "Why-?" he asked, tearing up and balling his small fists, "S-Stop it!" Mogami responded with actions, not words. His cock was wet with ectoplasmic precum and he'd gotten hard seeing Shigeo's pale, plump cheeks awaiting him. Once more he vigorously stroked himself and breathed hard all over Mob's sensitive back. Mob whimpered. He didn't understand. The hand holding his skull was so monstrously large that he thought he might be having a nightmare. He kept quiet and let it happen. Maybe if he didn't fight, the nightmare would eventually be over. Shigeo's unlucky attractiveness enhanced Mogami's darkest fantasies. He was so tempted to fuck the cute little hole that he'd exposed. The back of Mob's thighs would be covered in blood. He'd hear the frantic screams of his torture victim as he slid in and out of the boy again and again. It was so convenient that Mob remained quiet and submissive, even though he could probably guess by the panting what was happening behind him. Mob's sniffling and sobbing drove the spirit on. Mogami couldn't help himself–he rubbed his shaft between the child's soft buttocks and moaned low in his throat. Mob jumped at the contact but otherwise kept still. His fingers gripped the pillow hard as he tried to tell himself this wasn't really happening. How Mogami wanted to take him... He salivated lewdly all over Mob's lower back, the liquid running over his deep slopes. Nothing could be more intimate than the relationship between him and his little torture victim. "Hah... hah..." the spirit huffed. His release arrived. He groaned and ejaculated all over the pink crease between Mob's round cheeks. The boy moaned in anguish. Mogami, satisfied now, leaned over Mob's ear. "Deny me your face again, and I'll rape you. I'll do it without hesitation. This has been your one and final warning." Mob broke into louder sobs and kept his head down. This was not fair. He didn't deserve it. And it didn't matter. He was degraded time and time again for no good reason. It was enough to make him want death. When he finally sensed himself alone, Mob rose to his feet shakily and went to clean his body in the shower. Mogami watched, looming right over the boy as he tearfully scrubbed his back with soap and hoped that this would all end someday. "Somebody help me..." Mob whispered, crushed under Mogami's stare, "Someone, anyone... Please, save me..." "You can only pray to be saved." said Mogami as he watched the boy return to his bed, "I am the only one here to listen to your prayers." He crouched by Mob's sleeping form, gaze roaming over Mob's body. "I have a premonition." he whispered into Mob's subconscious, "You will break." He stepped back and watched as the boy twitched in his sleep. A soft murmur escaped Mob's lips–Although he was unconscious, his single plea stroked Mogami's black ego. "Help..." Mogami smiled placidly. No amount of begging would ever make him feel like stopping. Chapter End Notes Twitter: @mobgamis ***** Someone's Voice ***** Chapter Notes Tags: Underage noncon, Gang Rape, Peeing, Public Sex, Blindfold, Internal Dialogue, Humiliation, Rope/Bondage, Bullying, Mogamiworld, Domination, Mob's pure soul There were so many. Being stuck like this was inevitable, but... did it have to be this? Mob thought he could live with the bullying and nobody sticking up for him, but this? There was a blindfold making the world dark for Mob. He fidgeted against a bunch of ropes that tied him up and strapped him onto... what felt like the seat of a public toilet. It was cold and his body was cold, he thought, before he realized he was naked. Panicking and ashamed, Mob tried to squirm free, but he did not feel confident that a cry for help would reach anyone. It hadn't reached anyone for five months. Why should it start now? "This is not your fault." said someone's voice; a deep, indifferent voice with a touch of superiority. Mob listened to the voice like it was his one source of respite. A hot, running liquid splashed on Mob's thigh. He smelled what had been done without his knowledge. "Stop it..." he said, attempting to shrink away, to just become smaller, but there was no way for him to prevent something long and probing from sliding into him. He yelped and tried to close his legs, but it was no use. The thing traveled into him, so alien that it terrified Mob. "Stop!" he shouted. All around Mob there arose a cacophony of laughter. There were too many people here. Too many people were happily watching this happening to him right now. A spasm went through Mob that made his spine ache. "Stop it..." he begged as he realized this violation was doing something in a place he did to himself in secret. He broke down in tears. It was completely clear, everything; someone found out about it. "This is what people truly are like." said the indifferent voice. It was not obvious to Mob what this was supposed to mean. Mob did not freely embrace hatred. He assumed... that the same went for him, too. The invasion slid in and out, probing Mob. His world was darkened and all he could hear was mean laughter and violent slapping of skin on skin; his skin and the skin of multiple people, perhaps even dozens. They had all taken turns raping him. Mob stopped being able to count the amount of times someone came inside him. There was only the ache in his spine shaming him in front of so many. There had always been odds against him. To be inferior to the rest of society, by this time, seemed like the natural order for Mob. But why did he still want to fight it? Why did he want it to stop even though he'd let this sort of thing happen to him over and over again? The perpetual question always followed Mob's line of thought. "If you want it to stop, unleash your full power. Destroy them." the voice urged him on. "I don't have power." he said quietly, rocking against the ropes as he was raped again and again. It hurt so, so much and there was no escape. Power in his hands just didn't seem natural. Mob was never the kind of person to desire such power anyway. He was too quiet and much, much too submissive to receive any kind of respect in an evil world. Even though he desired it most of all, it was not his. His reward for being weak... was this kind of treatment. He was wrong, but for Mogami, there was hardly any fun in a quick resolution. ***** Haunting a Bed ***** Chapter Summary Mogami has changed, thanks to Mob, and their relationship has become much deeper than friendship. Chapter Notes Tags: Morning Fluff, Frotting, Nightmares, Fluff and Angst, (Temporarily) Interrupted Sex, Love, Redemptive Mobgami Mob woke up with such bleary eyes that for a moment he was unable to see. The warm body of a much larger person was dormant beside him, but it only appeared that way. Mogami had pretended to be asleep until Mob opened his eyes. He'd been watching his little lover dream with a peaceful look on his face. Before Mob had woken up, Mogami had traced his finger over those lips. What a stunning boy. He hurt this boy with his own two hands years ago. Now his comforting touch was welcome in Mob's world. It had taken quite a long time to reach this point in their relationship. But ultimately, Mob forgiving Mogami for all that he'd done was inevitable. The boy was... incompatible with evil. The natural solution that came to him was to teach Mogami how to be good. With deliberate gentleness, Mogami brushed Mob's cheek with his hand. Mob looked into his eyes questioningly. His innocence pushed Mogami to smile. Mogami leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Mob's forehead. "Good morning" he breathed against Mob's skin. The response he got was a caress on his corded arm, traveling over his bicep smoothly. Mob inclined his head and kissed Mogami briefly on the lips. "Hi." he said. "Did you sleep well?" Mogami asked, holding the boy to his body intimately. "Uh... I..." Mob considered his response, trying to remember, "I had a nightmare again. But it's okay now." "I'm sorry." Mogami said as his hand rubbed Mob's back, "I wish I could make it stop." "It's okay, Keiji." Mob said, sighing, "I know you can't help it that I get nightmares when you sleep next to me." "I wait for the day when you kick me out of your bed." Mogami joked as he rubbed the back of Shigeo's neck with his thumb. "That won't happen, ever." Shigeo stated, staring into the ghost's weary eyes, "I won't let go of you, Keiji." Mogami's happy sigh washed over him like a cooling stream. He held Mob's head close to his chest. Mob cheekily kissed the ghost's dark nipple and blushed at his own forwardness. He just liked Mogami's chest so much that he touched it often, fingertips outlining the pectorals, admiring the musculature. "Hm?" Mogami looked down at his lover, slightly amused and a little turned on, "Am I that enticing?" "Yeah..." Mob said, pink cheeks luminescent in the morning light. "You are too kind." chuckled Mogami Keiji as he studied Shigeo's body beneath the covers. His nightshirt was unbuttoned. He pushed it apart further to expose Mob's chest. He caressed the soft, fatty flesh around Mob's nipples, causing the boy to shiver and whine. "Keiji..." "Will you be good for me, Shigeo?" Mogami asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Mob shuddered. "I'll be good..." he said quietly. Mogami kissed the boy's lips and as he did so moved around Mob so that he was on top of him. Mob looked at his lover expectantly. He sighed with pleasure when Mogami continued to administer care on his torso, stroking and kneading. Mogami especially liked to admire Shigeo's stomach, dipping his finger inside the boy's belly button for just a second before moving past it and playing with the band of Mob's pants. Mob got hard easily when Mogami was caring for him like this. He arched his spine and rubbed himself on Mogami's stomach. The ghost responded by rolling his hips between Mob's legs, grinding his erection underneath Mob's balls. Mob's breath hitched at the sensation of heat and friction. "Keiji..." he sighed, touching the ghost's arm. He rubbed himself against the mature body above him, legs squeezing Mogami's sides. He tried to sit up to kiss the man but Mogami gently and insistently pushed on his chest to make him lie back down. "You said you would be a good boy for me." said Mogami, his wicked smile showing. "I know..." Mob moaned softly as the friction between their groins made his head spin. Mogami ran a hand over the easy slope of Mob's side, watching his little lover shiver. "You're so sensitive..." he remarked smugly as he teased Mob's warm hip with a slow caress. "Ah..." Mob moaned. He clenched his thighs around Mogami's waist. With his arms limp at his sides, he felt overwhelmed by Mogami's attention on his body. Just then a knock resounded at Shigeo's door. "Nii-san, time for breakfast." his brother called him. "Ah." Mob gasped, covering his mouth when Mogami brushed his clothed erection, "I-I'll be right there, Ritsu." "Will you, now?" Mogami said, arching an eyebrows, "That's no good. You won't get away so easily." As Ritsu's footsteps retreated, Mogami took this limited chance to reach inside Mob's pants and begin stroking him. Mob moaned and writhed, sweat forming on his brow. "Oh, Keiji..." he sighed, closing his eyes and lifting his hips. The ghost paired Mob's penis with his own as he took out his hard length and held them together. He ran his hand up and down both of them, spreading the precum around. Mob was panting frantically, looking up at Mogami with lustrous eyes. "Oh... Oh..." his moan's were becoming softer and softer as his arousal intensified. Mogami knew that Shigeo was right on the brink now. He watched his lover's face transform, his little mouth making an effortless "O". Mob was overwhelmed by orgasmic spasms, moaning as his semen squirted out of him and splashed on Mogami's stomach. Mogami smirked and continued to pump, despite Mob's limpness. The boy held on to this shoulders and gasped. Just seeing Mob come so deliciously in front of him caused Mogami to arrive at the brink soon, too. He clenched his teeth and focused on not coming too hard all over Shigeo. He ejaculated a generous amount of hot semen on the boy's prone body, panting over it. "Shigeo..." he grunted, sitting up with a flushed face. He made use of the tissues next to Mob's bed so that there wouldn't be a mess to clean up. Mob watched as Mogami wiped the cum off his skin with great care. Mogami cleaned himself as well and said, "What a way to be woken up." "It is." Mob replied as he rubbed sleep-induced grains out of his eyes. "Will you go to your brother? You don't want him worrying." Mogami reminded the boy with a raised eyebrow. "Ah, right." Mob said as he crawled out from underneath the ghost. He stood on wobbly legs. Mogami held Mob's legs briefly to kiss the back of the boy's thigh. "Enjoy your day." he bid Mob before letting him go so that he could live his life. Mogami was only a ghost and couldn't participate in every aspect of Mob's schedule. "Thank you." said Mob, a healthy blush on his face, "You too." Mogami's smirk fell when Mob finally closed the door behind him. He rolled onto his back and looked tiredly at the ceiling. He missed Shigeo already. Through his love for Mob, he'd changed more and more, becoming soft on the boy. Mogami Keiji was no longer the evil spirit he used to be. Mob had no need of a figure like that in his life. With a heavy sigh Mogami scratched his chest. The pounding of blood down below reminded him of the spontaneous fun they often had together. Mogami wanted as many moments like that as possible. Someday, they would stop coming. Eventually Mob would grow old and die. Mogami would lose him. On that day, he would doubtlessly move on from this world himself. There was no other reason to linger with the mortals other than being with Shigeo. Mogami would make Shigeo as happy as possible until it was no longer possible. After all, haunting someone's bed is just a ghost's way of saying "I love you". ***** This Lewd Generation ***** Chapter Summary Mogami complains about Mob's generation while torturing him with a vibrator. Chapter Notes Disclaimer: Apple did not pay me for this. Tags: Vibrator, Mob tied up, Anal play, sexual torture, grumpy mogami sounding like an old man, because he is, Mogamiworld, in a way this is crack fic "You kids these days, with your Apple Watch and your yaoi manga. Terrible. These things are garbage, anyway." said Mogami as he flipped through Mob's secret stash of doujinshi and tossed it over his shoulder. Mob was tied up on the floor, watching Mogami lecture him. His ass was spasming gently because of the vibrating bullet inside it, remote controlled by the buttons Mogami was now pressing indiscriminately. The intensity of the vibration increased and Mob screamed through his gag. He was crying already. "Your generation is so perverted. Look at you." Mogami scoffed, "So focused on your satisfaction that you ignore the problems of others around you." Mob writhed and moaned through his gag, looking up at Mogami and begging him with his eyes to be freed. "I hate your generation so much..." Mogami muttered, staring down angrily at Mob, "You have such flimsy technology. I can't listen to my music because the headphones always get tangled. Not only that, but these ignorant videos on the web about phantoms are so fake it's embarrassing. I left them a comment..." He paced around Mob's struggling, sweaty body. "But I suppose you aren't all a worthless, greedy lot." Mogami said pensively, "I give you credit for the... creativity of your fetishes." He crouched down in front of Mob's face and spoke lowly. "I understand now how commonplace these perverted toys are. To think even a child like you had one..." he said, lifting Mob's frothy chin, "How lewd for the general populace to normalize things that had once been so esoteric." Mob's eyes were desperate, the trembling of his body tense. Mogami stood again and folded his arms. "If I could be a part of mortal society again, I would ban all of them." he remarked caustically, "As an evil spirit I cannot participate in politics, nor communicate my wishes. Reading the newspaper makes me want to kill myself all over again. I have never seen world leaders be so stupid. Back in my day, a reality TV star would never have the gall to run for President. You people cut each other far too much slack." Mogami messed with the remote controller again, flicking on the prostate massager. Mob tried to convey to Mogami that the intensity of the vibrator was too high for his sensitive body to handle. His high, muffled voice begging for help both turned Mogami on and repulsed him. The spirit sucked his teeth quickly and snapped, "Oh, don't be such a baby." He took out his phone and grumbled, "I want to remember this moment. How on earth do I take a picture?" The struggle ended in him dropping the slippery phone and the screen shattering. "Damn it!" he shouted. He bent his knees and pulled Mob up by his hair, meeting his glossy, lust- filled eyes. "I am not one of you." hissed Mogami to Mob, "I have never even taken a selfie. I only look twenty four because I wanted to appear easy to trust. In reality I am old enough to be your grandfather." Mob moaned, lost in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Mogami set him down. Once again he upped Mob's torture by changing the frequency of the vibrations, so that they started out slow and built up to give Mob a bigger orgasm. He looked up at the evil spirit in agony, making a pathetic sight with his cock squirting precum everywhere. He let Mogami's foot push him onto his back and press down on his chest. Mogami made unrelenting eye contact with his victim as Mob's moans became more frantic and breathy. The boy screamed like he was being murdered, his legs suddenly rising in the air as his cock sputtered and shot out a copious amount of semen. It splattered on his stomach and Mogami removed his leg quickly enough so as not to get dirtied. Each huff of breath through Mob's gag sounded like a needy whine. The vibrator was still buzzing inside him, prolonging his torment. If there was one thing Mogami did not mind about the current generation's technology, it was the effectiveness of their batteries. So what if he didn't know where the OFF switch was? This was simply Shigeo's punishment for provoking him. Mob's eyes widened when he realized Mogami wasn't going to set him free. Mogami said indifferently, "That's quite like you." He crouched again to watch Shigeo's tortured face more closely, "This is your fault. I'm going to stay here and watch you as you fall apart over and over again. I'll wait until you break." Everything about this boy, from his glossy skin to his naive soul–all of it belonged to Mogami. In this fake world, he could make each day promise fresh pain. It gave Mogami cruel satisfaction every day when he played with his favorite toy. ***** Shy ***** Chapter Summary Tags: belly squishing/chub play, domination, Mogamiworld, nonconsensual handjob, forced orgasm Chapter Notes HE. See the end of the chapter for more notes One of Mob’s biggest vulnerabilities was that he was both very soft, and very, very shy. Mogami could play with the soft fat of Mob’s arms, thighs, and hips all day; most of all he liked the reactions he got out of Mob. There was something very sweet and innocent about the way Shigeo became so discomposed. With Mob on his lap, he gently pinched the boy’s quivering navel and got him to cry out in awkward alarm. Shigeo stifled himself as Mogami kneaded and pinched his belly. Its tickling made his skin crawl but it also aroused him enough to make him sigh shakily and tilt his head against Mogami’s chest. With turned up chin and throat exposed he miserably let Mogami kiss him openly on the mouth. He squeezed the arms of the bigger man, feeling his stomach do flips. This was scary. His little tummy roll in Mogami’s hands was oddly erogenous. The gentle brushing and stroking was so unlike Mogami-san. He tried to stifle a new shiver. It was making him feel good. Mob wasn’t even aware he was half-hard in Mogami’s lap, the outline of his cock easily viewable to the dead man. Nonetheless, Mogami continued to slowly squeeze the child’s stomach. He pinched the roll gathered between his fingers and slowly glided his fingertips along it, molesting Mob so sedulously he could make an art of it. The boy whimpered and turned his head this way and that. His blush and shut eyes gave away that he was under a heavy, hypnotic spell. His cock suddenly surged with sensation as Mogami rummaged under his waistband and began to get him off while holding him down by his thigh. “Oh… Mogami-san…” Mob protested and tried to move the hand away, but Mogami was so strong that his grip did not change. Mob threw his head back and sobbed outright. He struggled again, in vain. Mogami tut-tutted and said, “Be good for me, Shigeo.” Mob surrendered, knowing Mogami would have him, one way or another. He’d learned by now not to forbid anything the ghost wanted; this was Mogami’s world, a mental prison, and it would be impossible to resist because Mogami had so much power here. Mob flushed even more and bucked his hips helplessly when he felt himself getting close. “Ah… Ah…!” Mob moaned and held onto Mogami hard, for he was the only thing available. “You are so young.” Mogami commented, watching Shigeo come. That recognition of unfairness was in Mogami’s voice. He knew that he was defiling a pure thing and ruining it. Mob would leave this place knowing more than he should at this age. The climax reached its peak, sending violent tingles through Mob’s legs and in his spine. He raised his knees to his chest, toes twisted into tight balls, and moaned loudly. His semen doused Mogami’s hand. As Mob panted for breath, he watched Mogami take his hand away and put it in front of his face. He said, “Clean it.” Shying away from his own cum, Mob at first thought of refusing. But things would simply be worse for him if he did. Today, he tried to envision survival instead of revolt. The tomorrow in Mob’s mind, where he would one day fight back, remained tomorrow, even though it was many yesterdays ago. Chapter End Notes Twitter: @mobgamis End Notes Leave comments/constructive critique to help me improve my writing! : -) Twitter: @mobgamis Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!