Had he really done it?
Edwin looked at the monitor in his basement lab, looking at the stream of data passing by. It looked…right. He moved over and examined the tachyon laser, not that there was much to see. Tachyons moved faster than the speed of light, and that meant, well, they moved faster than time itself. And moving faster than time, with the right sort of setup, also meant going back in time. He’d really done it. He put in a command in the console, and then went to the corner of the basement. Where there had been an untouched corner a moment ago, there was now a small burn in the brick wall. He touched it, it was still warm. Sure enough, the beam had done that ten minutes ago, in the past, while he was still setting it up. Not just time travel then–could he really change things?
It was complicated, of course. You can’t send physical matter back in time, after all–just tachyons. But that had been his first breakthrough, really, that he could use a tachyon beam to communicate data–a massive amount of data. Say, the consciousness of a person in the future, beamed into the past. It worked in the same room too–he’d tested it with a subject or two early on. He’d been able to beam his own conscious experience into their mind with a shot from the beam. He’d made them forget, of course, but now, if the beam could go back in time and move through space, well…
He could be anyone, really, at any point in history. Almost giddy with excitement, he set up his equipment, put on the transmitting helmet, and connected into his new setup. He already had a target in mind, in fact–he was going to shoot the beam at the young man currently resting the upstairs room from him. His name was Josh, and he was a nice enough kid. Went to the local college, played on the baseball team, liked to go out and party a lot, as young guys did he supposed. He had been one of Edwin’s earlier test subjects, and the momentary experience of being young again…it had been a rush. It didn’t hurt that Josh was attractive, and that Edwin was a bit of a pervert.
He loaded up the security cameras in the house, and found the exact moment and coordinates from the day that Josh had moved in a year ago. Then, he crossed his fingers, started the program, and the beam started to power up. One moment he was sitting there in his basement, and the next–he wasn’t. He was seeing through Josh’s eyes, one year ago. He could see the calendar on the wall and everything!
The sensation was the same–Josh was still in control, but the beam was broadcasting Edwin’s mental states on top of his. A passenger really, and Josh didn’t seem to have any idea it was happening, as he stood in the kitchen with Edwin a year ago, discussing the various rules of the house. Edwin was looking at himself–that was strange as well. He’d remembered what he’d been thinking about at this moment, actually, that what he’d really wanted was this hot young jock to get down and start sucking him off.
He felt the mind he was in lurch oddly around him. Had Josh…heard that? He had–it must have felt like an intrusive thought, or something like that. Could…no, he couldn’t make him do something like that, could he? For the next several minutes, he started forcing more and more thoughts into Josh’s mind, subtler, about how he found his new landlord attractive, how he could get a little discount on the rent, in exchange for, well, you know. He couldn’t believe it when he heard the words come out of Josh’s mouth, and knowing himself, Edwin was more than happy to oblige the young man. Josh sucked him off right there in the kitchen, and Edwin did everything he could to reward him, make his mind feel good, tell him how much he enjoyed this. When Josh was finished, and swallowing down the load of cum, Edwin killed the stream back in the present–and when he found himself back in his own mind, he had a sudden headache.
He could…remember it. Remember Josh sucking him off that day–and sucking him off once a week ever since. Sure, it had meant a fifty percent discount on the rent, but the boy’s mouth was so nice, and he was so eager for it, Edwin didn’t mind losing a bit of income. He still knew he’d changed it–but all of those memories were…harder to pull forward, and made the headache worse. He went upstairs for some water, and pondered for a moment.
How long had he been there? He’d expected a one to one conversion rate, but was surprised to find that his hour spent in the past had only been one minute in the present. That meant, he could spend an uninterrupted month in the past, and only lose around twelve hours in the present.
One month. Fuck, if he’d been able to turn Josh into a cocksucker in one hour, what could he do if he lived in the young man’s head for a month? Who could he turn him into? He’d had so many fantasies–make the jock ruin his fit, muscular body and turn him into an obese pig. Make him his subservient butler. Convert him into a rubber gimp, maybe even as a urinal. Hell, he could warp his entire personality, drop out of school, a disgusting gooner. He went back downstairs, and started powering up the beam, hundreds of ideas circling through his head. He would go back there, and spend a month, he’d decided. See what sort of control he had over people in the past, and have some good, naughty fun while he was at it.
Alright, I thought it was time for another interactive, and I’d had this idea bouncing around for a bit in various ways, and figured it would make a decent one. We’ll probably have Edwin make some modifications to a few different people, starting with his roommate Josh. These polls will have a lot of options–I’ll mix and match the most popular ones into a result that uses several. Patrons get their own bonus poll of course! While you can only choose two options in the public poll, patrons can choose their four favorites on the bonus poll. I’ll probably do an alternate chapter or two for patrons as well, depending on how things go. The public poll is below, and the patron only bonus poll is over here.