A gay sex stories: Chase Becomes Chaste Ch. 01 Chapter 1 – A Good Deed Is Its Own Reward
Disclaimer: This is fantasy.
Chapter synopsis: Chase, a narcissistic cheater and sadistic rapist, has a life-changing run-in with a man who has a penchant for mind control, fitting punishments, and long-term chastity.
A smartly-dressed, middle-aged woman walked into my office. She seemed familiar, although I didn’t know where I recognized her from. She had an air of Hilary Clinton about her, although this woman was certainly prettier. Still, she had that businesslike, no-nonsense exterior about her which called to mind the former first lady.
She introduced herself as Vivian Warren. That’s when I made the connection. She was one of “the” Warrens, a wealthy local family. The Warrens were well-known philanthropists and Vivian Warren was known in particular for her involvement with numerous different charities, most especially her NGO for beaten and battered women.
Though her reputation was as a self-sacrificing saint, I’d read enough minds to know that people were not always what they seemed. Still, it takes a lot of effort to read the mind of a total stranger and this was not a time when expending such effort was necessary. Instead, I stuck to my standard script for new clients.
“My services aren’t cheap,” I informed her.
“Do you think I would be here if I couldn’t afford them?”
She was right, of course. My business is recommended only by word of mouth and, in general, only the wealthy few who can afford my services know about them in the first place.
“Mrs. Warren,” I began, “I am, of course, aware of your family’s wealth. But perhaps you are not aware of the range of services I offer. Some are relatively inexpensive and you could no doubt write a cheque for them without blinking an eye. However, there are others that even someone with your means might hesitate to spend that much on.”
This was not exactly the truth. I had no prices set in advance for specific kinds of services and I worked instead on more on a sliding scale. I usually charged according to the worthiness of the request. For example, something I enjoy doing, I charge relatively little for. But, when it comes to those tasks I don’t fully agree with, I name a high price either to make it worth my while or to dissuade the client from making the request at all.
“What is it you need from me?” I inquired.
“My husband. Chase. I’m divorcing him…” She paused, considering what to say next. “I was a fool and didn’t get him to sign a prenup before we were married last year. Now Chase expects to get half of everything. That cheating, lying bastard doesn’t deserve a dime… I want you to convince him of this.”
I was uncertain as to how much I should charge for this, or if I should even take on the request. While I had been offering my services in general for several years now, this was the first time I’d gotten a request like this.
I gave Vivian’s mind a cursory reading. Nothing too deep or too difficult. I could tell that what motivated this request was not greed. She didn’t care about the money on its own. It was not some vindictive desire to get even or get revenge, either. I sensed instead a deep hurt in her. This man had wounded her heart deeply and she could not accept that he could possibly benefit from this financially.
I hesitated. I felt sorry for her, but also didn’t know if I wanted to introduce my powers to a lover’s quarrel. I had in the past avoided dealing with matters of the heart because they often run so deep. Although you might think it would be simple to change Chase’s mind and get him to relinquish his claim to half of Vivian’s assets, this would be no easy task if he was also as emotionally invested in it as Vivian evidently was. Did he still feel love for her? Hate? Was he remorseful for his actions? Hiding his shame and guilt for cheating behind the standard antagonism of divorce proceedings? Navigating through these feelings would be difficult, even for someone with my powers.
Let me explain my “powers” to you. I am certainly not the only person in the world with these abilities. In fact, a good number of people have them, albeit only to a small degree.
We all know people who seem to be able to convince almost anyone to do almost anything. Some of them might just be persuasive, but I have discovered that the vast majority of these “convincing” people have low-level telepathic abilities. However, because their abilities operate at such a low level, they themselves often don’t even realize it and don’t truly know how to turn it on and off. But they nonetheless go through life finding that people almost always do as they ask, never quite sure as to exactly why.
My abilities are more developed and also considerably rarer. Unlike those with low-level abilities, people like me with well-developed telepathic powers can make others do things that they would never choose to do. I can lay suggestions at a very deep level, changing fundamental thoughts and behaviours in those I target.
However, this isn’t something I do often. This isn’t an easy thing to do. The deeper the suggestion, the more mental strength it requires.
Some people come to me requesting changes in their own behaviour. For example, one man — a wealthy CEO — came to me so that he could finally quit smoking. This sounded simple at first, but when I entered his mind, I realized why he needed someone like me. His love of smoking — the taste, the smell, the feeling — ran very deep. He had a true passion for smoking; that first puff of a cigarette always gave him a relief and comfort he could get from no other thing. The thoughts, desires, and behaviours were so deeply laid, I almost passed out from exhaustion when I targeted them. It gave me one hell of a nose bleed. But I changed them, as promised. After that, he never touched a cigarette again.
More often my clients are somehow tied to politics. I have, therefore, convinced politicians to do things quite contrary to their usual modus operandi. But, don’t get me wrong. I am a principled man: in general, I only make changes that coincide with my own values. So, I’ve never agreed to make a liberal politician suddenly believe that gay marriage is wrong, but I’ve made many a conservative suddenly “realize” that gays are deserving of full rights and equality, for example.
This is because I am a gay man myself. Which leads me back to the issue of lover’s quarrels. Not only does love make mind control difficult in general, but my own lost love has left a lasting effect on me. Since Bryan left me, I can’t explore the love in other people’s minds without feeling weakened by it. It saddens me and brings up hurtful memories, often stopping my telepathic abilities in their tracks.
I had tried to control Bryan too much. I have very kinky predilections and consider myself a Dom. Although Bryan was naturally submissive, I pushed him too far. Where at first he was excited by the control I had over him, eventually he came to feel violated. I changed things in him that he didn’t want to lose. I knew I was hurting him, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was drunk on power.
Then one day I came home to find this:
“I am sorry that I have to say this to you in a letter, Sir. But you and I both know this is the only way. If I tried to say it to you in person, you would stop me. You would make me forget that I was going to say this at all. You would scatter the thoughts in my mind and I might never again be able to say what I need to say. It’s exactly that control of my true thoughts about us which has destroyed the love we once had. I loved you and chose to obey you. But when I could no longer choose, when my very thoughts and desires were dictated by you, I lost a part of myself. I have to leave now while I still remember who I am. I hope one day you find the boy you really need, because we both know now that I’m not him.”
I chose not to pursue him. Although I can place long-lasting suggestions in the minds of others, new suggestions require me to be right in the room with the person whose mind I’m entering. For example, wherever Bryan is today, the instructions I implanted deep in his mind so long ago are no doubt still there: I’m certain that when someone spanks him now, he still automatically says, “Please Sir, may I have another?” just as I programmed him to do. But if I wanted to change anything else about him or implant any new thoughts, I would have to be right where he is.
I could have tracked him down, forced him to come back. But I knew he was right. I took things too far. I was heartbroken and ashamed of what I’d done to him. Since then, I feel so weak when I see affairs of the heart in the minds of others.
Still, when Vivian came to me, this was a new request. I admit, I was intrigued. Perhaps enough time had passed and I could once again change deep feelings, if those were indeed what motivated Chase’s actions. I was growing tired of always dealing with politicians and CEOs. A wife seeking justice in the face of her cheating husband’s attempts to rob her, this sounded interesting.
However, I didn’t commit to anything right there and then. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this or not. Despite Vivian’s insistence that she would pay whatever I asked, I stood firm and told her I would need to meet with her (soon-to-be ex) husband before I named a price.
It was surprisingly easy to get Chase to come to me later that day. It seemed he fancied himself an “actor” now. I made a few calls and, through his agent, got him to come to my office for a “potential casting.”
When I met Chase, I immediately understood several things. He was a great deal younger than Vivian Warren. Where Vivian was a gracefully aging middle-aged woman, Chase was a devilishly handsome and clearly fit twenty-something. Obviously he started out as Vivian’s boy toy and seduced and weaselled his way into a marriage with her.
His good looks, his winning smile, his confident swagger: these things also explained to me why he was an “actor” now. He didn’t need the money, but clearly thought he deserved to be in front of the camera. He knew he was looker and he wanted everyone else to know, too.
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