Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2008 22:35:28 -0400
From: jrx782a@gmail.com
Subject: A Taste of the Dark Side

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.

    ...
    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.

    ...
    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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