A Taste of the Dark Side
Daniel
I was almost out of the alley when I heard foot steps behind me. Before I could react an arm was around my neck and a knife was being held at my face. "Give me all your money!" a forceful voice barked in my ear.
Normally any other person in this situation would have been filled with panic. I on the other hand was more concerned with my aggressor. You see I am a telepath. It is not a very widely acknowledged skill but it does come in very handy. I can not move matter or cause physical things to happen, my power lies solely in communicating with and manipulating the human mind.
One of my most prided attributes were my senses. In the moment my captors arm swept around my neck I was exposed to all his emotion and if I wished his thoughts. There was enough fear for me to know I was in no real danger.
All it took was one strong suggestion and the arm released me. I turned to see my aggressor.
He stood only a few inches taller than me, which put him at about six foot three. He was a stereotype of your average thug. Head shaved bald accented by his thick goatee and tattoos covering his arms. I was a little taken back by his eyes though, they were a stunning green. In them I could see his fear expanding even before I felt it.
Sorrow gripped me that such a man would have ever had to stoop to such lows. Even so he had still attacked me. I did not feel so much that I thought he ought not be punished. What to do with him was the only problem.
The man looked as if he were stealing more from being poor than malicious. His clothing was tattered and seemingly soiled. I again wondered what could have caused this man to be in such a situation. While I could have skimmed his mind to whiteness his past for myself, I generally tried to avoid it. The sensations would some times be over powering and cause problems with in my own psyche.
After a few moments I decided that it would not help this man to have him arrested. But I still wished to punish him. That was when a sinful thought entered my mind.
Compulsion was a very frowned up on art among telepaths. I had no problems using the art, what I did was set up rules for myself. For every use of compulsion for personal gain I strive to use it for altruistic purposes three fold. I had never even considered using it on some one for punishment, or my own sexual pleasure. Until now.
All it took was a simple reflex to remove the stupor from the man. Instantly he was on his guard and for a moment he looked as if he were to attack again. I then sent him an urge so strong he would rather kill himself than sate it.
The knife dropped from his hands as he clutched his head. I watched as his knees buckled and he struggled with the command I gave him. His eyes were shut tight and he growled with effort. I almost smiled thinking of how this man was finding the idea surging through his head so alien. The command I sent him was to desire to suck my dick.
Slowly he calmed. From that oh so appropriate position he looked up at me with wide eyes shimmering. They were again filled with fear. Something else shone in them too, desire.
"I..." He began stammering. I was almost concerned about damaging his mind. Then I remembered that he had intended to rob me and possibly kill me. I did not want him to find it too difficult to communicate his need to me so I made it easier for him. I unzipped the fly of my dress pants and motioned him forward.
Almost instantly he was on me. I could feel his hot breath through my boxer briefs as he leaned in. He began to kiss my cock through the cotton soaking it with his spit. I gasped in succession as he moved along my now hard dick.
I pushed his head away for a second to free my achingly hard dick. As soon as it was free he had the head in his mouth. With a voraciousness that surprised me he began to suck my dick.
The warmth of his mouth was an incredible feeling. He moved slowly at first as if trying to get his bearing. Of course it occurred to me this was his first dick. I moaned with pleasure as I watched him pick up speed. I watched my dick disappear in and out of his hot little mouth. His eyes though were clenched shut.
I rested my hand on the back of his head and in his confusion he slowed a little as I expected. I guided him down my dick quickly and back up slowly. Another small compulsion gave him the idea to lick his way up my dick then play with my head with his tongue.
Soon he was doing it all on his own with no guidance. I relaxed and let myself enjoy him slurping at my dick. Then he began to go frantic and sped up.
Faster and faster he pumped my dick into his mouth by grabbing my ass. I heard him gag many times as my dick hit his throat. I was loving it. The details though all seemed inconsequential next to the fact that a straight man was sucking my dick merely because I told him to. It was a feeling even more exhilarating than having my dick sucked by a stranger in some back alley.
Though I did not want to shoot yet I could feel myself tensing. He was still pumping my ass and I couldn't take much more of the pleasure. Chiding myself for wondering if I should tell him I was coming I grabbed his head and forced it as far down on my cock as I could get him. Then I shot.
It was an amazing feeling to have cum shooting out of your dick and you can feel it on your cock in its confined space. I shot more than usual and I could see it dripping out of his mouth. As I pulled my dick out of his mouth he collapsed. Tears were streaming down his face. Pangs of guilt assaulted me. What have I done? I asked myself. This man was living poor and resorted to stealing to survive. I just added more to his mix of problems.
But there seemed to be nothing I could do to help this man. I had no job to offer him, I did not want to give him any money for fear of its use. Then an idea formed in my head. It was stupid, it was insane, it was against all common sense. I would bring him home.
The first thing that crossed my mind was to see if he had indeed intended to kill me. I knelt before the man and laid a hand over his head. I placed a light stupor over him and then began to delve into his thoughts.
It was a complete jumble. There was almost no coherency at all. His thoughts screamed of drug use. I could not tell much from viewing them, but I saw no intent to murder in his memories. Satisfied I pulled away and then began lifting the man up. He was not very heavy. I easily got his arm around my shoulder and compelled him to walk with me. I led him back to my car where I put him in the passenger seat.
The drive home took nearly an hour and a half and the mystery man in my car slept soundly through it all. With a little trouble I carried him into my home and put him on my couch. Nearly exhausted myself I used what little energy I had left to make sure he would sleep longer than I would. Then I went into my room and collapsed onto my bed.
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Joseph
I woke with a pounding head ache. Nothing seemed right at all. I was lying on some couch in a house god knew where. I tried to remember what I had been doing but it was all a blur. All I could coherently remember was the day before. Which was before my last hit. While that did not totally explain my black out, it made it easier to accept.
I sat up tentatively and found that I was rather stiff after a night on the couch. Swinging my legs over to the floor caused my belly to start growling. But there were more pressing concerns like where the fuck I was. Shakily I stood up. It seemed the front door was to my left and the kitchen to my right.
I could hear some one in the kitchen, the water was running and I could faintly hear something frying. My mouth watered at the thought of food. I walked toward the kitchen entrance and when I stepped through I saw him.
Like a grenade that explodes in a small room the walls of my mind were blown outward. I remembered him. The man I was trying to mug in the alley. I also remembered what he did to me.
Before I realized it he was facing me. His face was blank, I wasn't sure how to take that. I wanted to strangle him, but also I wanted to know what the fuck he did to me. I wanted to know that the things I did and felt were not of my own accord. I was yelling well before I realized it.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"
"Please, I can explain. Just calm down!" He was shorter than me. The mask over his face was gone now and he was afraid. Perhaps guilty? I was not sure where I got this idea. I continued yelling.
"YOU HAD DAMN WELL BETTER! WHERE IN HELL ARE WE?"
"This is my house, I couldn't leave you there." He was closing the distance. I wanted to pull away but I felt paralyzed. If the man could make me do such perverted things then what good would running do.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" My hand was coming down to hit him. It stopped suddenly as he grabbed my wrist with one hand. He grabbed my other hand too.
"What I did to you yesterday was nothing short of wrong, immoral and what ever other negative adjectives you can come up with. There is no amount of guilt I could feel that will make this better, but something made me think that you were not better off there in the city like that. Whatever reason was forcing you to mug me, I felt I had to know. I had to do something about it. That is why you are here!"
Dark blue eyes stared at me. They were filled with an almost palpable strength I could feel but not understand. He was of a very fair complexion and he had dark blond hair. I was not sure what made me stop yelling, but I found myself staring at him almost transfixed.
"I want to help you. If you refuse this then I won't have any problems letting you leave." He spoke quietly and evenly, but there was a tone of expectancy.
"What did you do to me?" I asked quietly.
His eyes darted downward. "I compelled you to do what you did yesterday. I am not proud of it. You had no real desire to do what you had done. I merely planted it inside you."
A hot knife of anger pierced me. "Why?"
Ice blue eyes shining with pain locked with mine. "I can't get into that now. It was wrong and it's over. There will be no more suggestion, there will be no more compulsion."
"You aren't answering me!" I broke his hold and placed my hands around his upper arms. He was convulsing now, I did not know if it was fear, guilt or both.
His words came out in stutters. "I... I.. can't..."
In one motion I released his arms. I did not look back as he crumpled to the floor. I didn't look to see if the door closed after I slammed it.
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Daniel
Sitting there on the floor after he dropped me, I did not know what I felt. One thing was clear though. I did not want to just let him leave with out learning more. There was no time to turn off the stove, there was no time to wipe the tears from my eyes, I was out that door and chasing after him.
As I left the house I spotted him turning left down the street I lived off of. With all the energy I could muster I ran after him. He glanced over his shoulder and he saw me. We were both blurs moving across the houses.
My mind was reeling. Why was I chasing him? What difference would it make if this man went off on his own? The difference was he had nowhere to go. That was what I wanted to save him from. Even if it wasn't my place to.
With a lunge I knocked him down. We rolled and ended up in the middle of some one's lawn. I looked down at him as tears were streaming down my face. "Where would you go?"
He stared at me. I did not know for how long, but I could feel him thinking. "Nowhere..."
I barely remember coming back to the house. I remember even less of why or how I convinced him to come back. But as we sat there at my kitchen table, he let it all out. He told me the tale of how he came to be a homeless drug addict.
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