Date: Fri, 07 Aug 2009 12:56:14 -0400
From: p3skyadam@aol.com
Subject: The telepath I met - part 4

I thought as I looked up into Matthew's face, which was white with fury,
that he might just kill me then and there. His eyes drilled into me own,
trying to pour all the outrage he had. I realised that he'd been
dream-dropping, and so had just witnessed everything that had just happened
between me and Oscar. He growled, confirming my theory, but I didn't get
any more time to contemplate this, as something pierced my neck, and
everything went dark.
	I woke up, feeling strangely confused. Apparently, you don't dream
when you get jabbed with whatever crap he'd just put into my neck. I tried
to move, but realised I was bound. My eyes flew open. Looking left and
right I could see, my arms and legs were bound, so that I lay spread eagled
across a bed. A gag was placed over my mouth. I realised I'd been
kidnapped, again. This time though, I had no idea where I was, or when I
was. The drug they'd used made it seem like no time had passed at all, but
looking out of the window I saw a cloudless, sun blazing midday.
	"Finally, I thought you'd never wake up." Matthew said jovially. My
gaze went directly to him, and I marvelled at how I hadn't noticed him
there before. But his tone, his smile wasn't comforting, and a bit
confusing. Rather then try to speak and look like a fool I thought my
words, knowing full well that he would hear them. `Let me go'.  "No." He
said, still smiling. `With your looks and power, you could have anyone you
want, so why go after Oscar?' "I don't have to answer your questions, and
all you need to do is listen. I'm going to have Oscar, and you're going to
give him to me." `Like that would ever happen'.
	Matthew stood up and began to walk towards me. My eyes couldn't
control themselves, and darted down to the obvious dominating bulge in the
confines of Matt's jeans. Matthew's smile went wide. "I've been thinking,
after finding out about the bond between you and Oscar, I'm wondering if I
can't use that myself, and I think I've found I way I can." I could feel
the worry rise in my chest, against Matthew I stood no chance. He was
physically stronger, and his telepathic powers made me a mere tool for him
to use, and by the sounds of it, it was something he decided to use . "But
of course, after Oscar is mine you will need to be dealt with, and the only
way I know to end the bond is for you to die." my eyes opened in
shock. `Oscar will never want you, and he might even kill himself rather
then be bound to you.'. Matthew shook his head. "In time he will come to
love me, and I can keep him safe long enough for that to happen."
	He climbed onto the bed, and I could feel his over bearing presence
in my personal bubble. `So what is your plan?' He smiled. "I couldn't hear
Oscar's thoughts, but I could hear yours. This must mean he can't hear
your's. I think I can possess your mind, for just long enough to bond to
him in your dream world. Since he'll think it's you, he won't even raise
his guard, and once it's done, it cannot be undone." He smiled. `possess me
in my dream world?' The bond. Dawning broke over my mind and I began to
struggle against my bonds as I realised, to gain access to the dream world
he would have to bond to either me or Oscar, and I had no defence to block
him out. He was going to claim my body, and my mind, and use that to trap
Oscar. I couldn't allow it. `I'd rather die!' "Shhhhhh" He gently pulled
away the gag over my mouth. I opened my mouth to scream but his mouth
enclosed over mine. I froze.
	His kiss was firm, but tender also. I was shocked. His tongue
gently caressed mine. I tried to bite down on it, but he pulled away before
I could. Damn Telepathy!. He raised up a little. "This is going to
happen. So why not just try to enjoy it?" He moved down and began to suck
on my neck. I was breathless.  I thought about what he said. My body was
wanting to participate in this, as the tent in my jeans showed, but my mind
rejected this totally. I shook my head. No; I couldn't accept this. "Just
let your body take over." he kissed into my neck. I was shaking, my mind
was fighting my hormones, the lust, and it was going to happen anyway. `NO'
I screamed, tortured by the internal conflict in my body. Matthew climbed
off of me and walked out of the room, and I was left there, shaking.
	He reappeared only seconds later. He had a bottle of vodka in his
hand. "your mind needs a break" he smiled. He bit off the top and spat it
across the room. As I watched he took something out of his pocket and put
it into the bottle, which fizzed at it. Drugs and alcohol? I
frowned. `Please don't do this. Please..." He smiled. "I see what he sees
in you, you know. I would've liked you had you not gotten in the
way. Please just relax." He straddled me on the bed and took a deep
swig. He then leaned forward and used his jaw to pry my lips apart. I lay
there, stunned.
	He opened his mouth, releasing the alcohol into my mouth and began
to resume passionate kissing. After I swallowed he rose up again and
repeated it over again, sometimes he drank it down, but the most of it
ended up down my throat. Whatever it was, was swaying the battle in favour
of my hormones. By the time two thirds of the bottle was gone I was kissing
him back with the same passion with which he was kissing me. I could feel
his body's temperature begin to rise, I saw him wince in pain.
	I watched as he fumbled with his jeans, and he breathed a sigh a
relief as he freed his caged beast. He tore off my shirt, ripping it clean
off my body. He shimmied down till he sat on my crotch, his cock rested
lightly on my stomach. He smiled and poured vodka down my chest. He then
leaned forward and began to lick it off, he stopped when he reached my
nipple, and sucked on them playing with them with his tongue. When he
reached my belly button he lapped up the alcohol, the foreplay was driving
me crazy, and I was on the verge of begging him to fuck me as hard as he
could.
	He leaned over me, his cock trailing over my body as he came up to
kiss me again. As he did he unbuttoned my jeans, and his hand dipped under
and began playing with my dick and I began to moan. He quivered and rose
up. "You're moans are such a turn on." He poured more alcohol down my
throat.  He then climbed off of me, he tore the jeans off of me, still
unwilling to unbind me in case I escaped. I was powerless, and he was going
to fuck me. My cock throbbed in excited anticipation. "It feels like you
need some special attention." He said. He took a swig of alcohol, and
sucked on my dick.
	He still held the alcohol in his mouth, making his mouth overly
wet, and lushly warm. The pressure was firm, and as he bobbed up and down
my cock throbbed, sending another wave of pleasure through my body. It
didn't take long for me to cum. I came so hard that I was surprised he
didn't get blown off of me. But he kept sucking, he milked me dry before
raising up. He swallowed deeply, swallowing my entire load at once along
with the vodka. Smiling he leaned up and kissed me, his hands groped at my
body. It was too much, I could feel his cock pressed against me, and I
wanted it in me. Now.
	"Please fuck me." I begged. He kept kissing me. I asked again into
his mouth. His hand went to my ass and he gently inserted as finger. He
began to finger fuck me as he kissed me. But I wanted more. I wanted that
club of a cock in me, pummelling the fuck out of me till I couldn't walk
anymore. I was moaning. Finally he relented. He straddled me chest.
	"Lube up my cock as much as you can." He said, offering my the
father of all cocks. It accepted it with fevered hunger. I did my best, but
it was too big. He began to pour alcohol down his cock, which ran down and
into my mouth. Just as my jaw began to ache he got up. He sat between my
legs and slid his under mine, with one hand he guided his way and began to
push gently, coaxingly into me. The alcohol dulled the pain, but I could
feel it still as he entered my slowly. He got his head in and stopped. I
was breathing heavily and he was panting too. "Are you ready?" I nodded. He
slammed the remainder of his massive spear into me and I was seeing stars.
	He gently slid back and forth, massaging my innards with his
cock. Soon though I had recovered from the entry of this huge stallion, and
now I wanted him to ride me like one.
	"Fuck me" I begged. He looked up, and saw he need in my eyes. He
began to stop sliding and punching into me. I began to moan out loud and
the bed shook, banging against the wall. "fuck me" I said a little more
loudly in the midst of my moans. He grinned.
	"oh... its so hot when you say that. Say it again." He said as he
began to pummel into me faster.
	"Fuck me!" I almost screamed it like a prayer. He obeyed, and
slammed deeper into me, harder into, faster. I came again, showering him in
cum as he kept banging my prostate.
	"Again!" he said loudly.
	"FUCK ME!!!" I did scream it this time. I felt him hilt me as he
filled me with his cum, I was securely skwered onto his cock. He roared
with it as he shot himself into me. He paused for a moment as he shot his
load, and began to resume his brutal fucking pace.
	"I can't stop. I want you, I need you!" He screamed. Each blow was
hilting me now, each one brought a new orgasm to me. I was writhing against
my restraints, shouting in pleasure. He came again, but kept fucking me. He
went harder and harder into me, and even faster. He roared again as he came
for a third time. He hilted deep into me and stayed. This time the he slump
forward, his head rested on my chest. I don't know who fell asleep first,
but when I did he was still as hard as rock. I opened my eyes to the dream
world, horrified by what I'd done. I turned around and saw Matthew, and
Oscar. The final showdown was about to commence. This time though, I was
guilty, and I felt like dying, to escape what I'd done.