Looks like most of you liked power over mind, so we’ll be enjoying some mind control, it looks like!
“So wait, like mind control ‘r somethin’?” Dale asked, “Fuck, so I could make ‘em do anythin’ I want?”
“Oh trust me,” the stranger said, “You can do a lot more with it than that, but essentially, yes. Is that you’re choice then?”
The others did sound tempting to him, but he nodded, “Yeah, that sounds like a real load a fun, I think,” he leered, and shoved some more food in his face.”
“Alright–I’ll give you the gift of my power for 24 hours. At this time tomorrow, whatever changes you’ve made to Bishop-or anyone else–will be irreversible,” the stranger walked up to him, pressed a finger to Dale’s temple, and he felt a strange shock run through him–and he realized he could…hear things. Thoughts. He could hear his sons working on cars, staring at each other across the room, thinking about fucking in the restroom on their break. The men in the waiting room were bored, impatient and irritated, and he laughed, the stranger smiling. “Holy fuckin’ shit, I can…hear what they all thinkin’?”
“You sure can, Dale. The office had a window so that he could see in the waiting room, and there were a few people in there, waiting on cars, but two caught his eye in particular. A grungy looking biker–older, with a big beard–and a middle aged redneck. With a nudge, they caught each other’s eye, thinking…new thoughts. And then, the redneck was up, crossing the short distance, getting down and opening the biker’s fly and sucking his old cock. The rest of the people stared for a moment, but he suppressed their surprise and they resumed whatever they were doing,m paying no attention to the men having sex right in front of them. “Holy fuck, it really does work…” Dale muttered, his own cock rock hard in his pants.
“You can do more than control people, you know,” the stranger said, “You can change their minds, their memories, their deep emotions.”
Dale focused on the biker, delving deeper into his mind in particular, crossing wires. Eliminating any trace of heterosexuality he might have had, and replacing it with a deep, impossible to sate desire for men. He made him rougher, meaner, more dominant, and watched him shove the redneck back onto the floor with a snarl, yank down his jeans and fuck the man’s ass dry, the man screaming in pain, but no one paid them any mind. Turning to the redneck–he started warping his memories. He no longer remembers having a wife and two kids–no, he’s a drifter. A biker bitch. A boy owned by his daddy to be abused however he sees fit. His pain became tolerable–desired even, since he craved it now. Needed it. Going too long without abuse, he would start to shake and sweat, begging random men on the street to beat him and rape him.
“Goodness, you’re a natural!” the stranger said, “Better watch my back.”
Dale thought about turning the two men back…but he actually preferred them this way, and when they rode off on the biker’s Harley in an hours time, the boy’s ass still leaking cum into his jeans, on their way to get him properly outfitted for the road, he knew there’d be no going back for either of them now.
Bishop arrived right on time for his appointment, and Dale was at the desk to greet him. He probed around his old brother’s mind, enjoying for a moment how disgusting he found the obese, slobby mechanic he’d become overnight–and then started toying with him, turning that disgust into lust, a hopeless desire Bishop would do anything to sate. By the time he took the keys from him, Bishop was staring at his body with a hunger the young man had never experienced before, his cock hard and leaking, most of his mind unable to believe he was actually finding himself attracted to someone he knew, in his mind, he should find absolutely appalling.
“Alright Bishop, all set!” Dale said, handing the keys to one of his sons, “Now, is there anything else I can help ya out with?”
“I…I…” Bishop muttered, unable or unwilling to get the words out, so Dale gave him a light push. “I…want you…”
“Ya want me?” Dale said, a bit louder than he needed to be, enjoying the humiliation that rushed through Bishop’s system. “Which part a me, boy?”
“Ev…ry part…” Bishop moaned, and felt his cock explode in his pants, leaving him heaving for breath and clutching the counter, “Oh fuck, what the fuck’s wrong with me.”
“Well come on back tah mah office, boy, ‘n I’ll see what I can do tah help ya out.”
Bishop tried to fight, he tried to run, but like someone else was controlling him, he walked back after the massive man, into his office, helped him strip out of his filthy coveralls and spent the next several hours licking the man clean from face to foot. He hated what he was doing. He was still straight, but he wanted this. He…enjoyed the humiliation. Every time one of Dale’s son’s came in to check on a job and found Bishop there, his face buried in some fatty roll, he’d explode all over again in shame, his crotch wet with cum. The boys would just smile knowingly, give him a suggestion or some encouragement, and then shut the door and get back to work.
They didn’t actually get to Bishop’s car before they closed up for the night, and Dale finally allowed Bishop the right to suck his cock–and as he swallowed his cum, he provided him the knowledge that the cock he was sucking actually belonged to a brother he’d managed to forget all about–and as horrifed as Bishop was, he couldn’t stop himself from swallowing everything.
“Well bro, that sure was fun–but we got all night ‘n mosta tomorrow tah play around. Where do ya think we should go fer some fun?” Dale asked, thought a moment, and then said…
Alright, so here are your choices!
- “Let’s check out the truck stop–bet we can find some dirty bikers or truckers tah use those fresh holes a yers.”
- “Let’s call those friends a yers and meet ‘em at George’s bar. We never did finish our drinks last night.”
- “Ya know, I think the tattoo ‘n piercing shop’s open this late–how ‘bout we git ya some decorations?”
- “I bet we could have a whole lotta fun visitin’ one of the pig farms ‘round here–how does that sound to you?”
- “Let’s go check out that big porno shop two towns over–I hear they even sell some gear ‘n toys I know ya’ll love.”
These can all probably be mixed and matched a bit, so if two are fairly popular, I’ll probably combine them into one idea! As always, you get two votes that you can pool in one option, or split between two choices. So what would you like Bishop’s fate to be?
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