The boy gave a shudder as Sean put a lip lock on his crank and started sucking. Neither had the use of their hands, so it took them a bit to work a rhythm but once it got going Mitch had to admit to himself that it was hot to watch. As the boy became more aroused he began fucking Sean’s face with a vengeance. Sean was not amused. But the sooner this was over the better, plus he was in no position to argue.
The boy began to moan, and Mitch watched with satisfaction as he shot multiple loads down the red head’s throat. It had not been discussed but Sean wisely decided that spitting the cum out was not a good idea.
Once the boy began to soften, Sean backed off and let the unwelcome man meat fall out of his mouth. Mitch walked over to the boy, untied him put an arm around his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
“If you ever decide you’d like to explore the possibilities look me up.” He gave the boy’s cute little ass a squeeze and pointed to the pile of clothes on the floor. “Leave the rest to me. Trust me. He’ll never bother you again. If you want to bother him, just let me know.”
The boy grinned, got dressed and left.
Mitch turned to his captive and said, “I told you I wouldn’t leave you in the lobby if you blew the kid and I won’t. But by the time I’m done with you, you will wish I had.”
The bound naked stud began to tremble. He was not used to being helpless and he did not like it one bit. “What are you going to do?” Sean croaked.
“Whatever I damn well please,” said Mitch. “And by the time this evening is over you’ll be coming back for more anytime I want. You’ll hate it, but you won’t be able to help yourself.”
“What, you think you can blackmail me?” Sean growled.
“I won’t have to,” countered Mitch. “The only reason you’re not under my spell already is because I want you to know what’s going to happen to you and why. And I want you to remember. You know who I am?”
“Yeah you’re that nerd from school.”
“Well this nerd is just a whole lot smarter than you can imagine. I’ve come up with a really amazing formula. When I give it to you, you will go into a trance, similar to the one that’s caused by Sodium Pentathol”
“What the hell is that?” asked the red head.
“If you’d heard of it, I’d be surprised. It’s also known as truth serum.”
“So you think I’ll tell you stuff, then do what you want to keep you quiet?”
Mitch grinned, “Nah, that’s no fun, anyone could do that. When you’re in the trance I can give you orders. You will hate these orders. But you will have no choice. You will be compelled to obey. When I used this stuff before I told the guy to forget he was ever in a trance. He has no idea why he’s compelled to do what he does. He thinks it’s all coming from his own guilt.”
Mitch leaned into Sean’s face and said quietly, “But I’m not going to let you off that easy. You are one sick, twisted fuck. I respect that. So am I. The difference is I’m smart, and you like to beat up on guys like me. So I’m out for revenge. And unlike you, I know how to really make it hurt.”
“You are going to know that I’ve gained complete control over you, with my serum. You are going to remember tonight and all the things you’ve done. You are going to know that I will make the rest of your life a nightmare. And you are going to cooperate in creating that nightmare. You will have no choice. You will hate me with a passion. But you will be unable to do anything about it. All you will be able to do is obey. Sound like fun?”
“You’re full of shit up to your ears,” said Sean, hoping against hope.
“Let’s find out,” grinned Mitch.
Mitch took out a disposable syringe filled with his serum, and before Sean even knew what was happening, he stuck it in the naked red head’s ass and pushed in the plunger.
“Ow!” was the last thing Sean said before he went under. Mitch spent the next hour giving him his instructions.
When Sean awoke, he was outside the movie theater’s back door, still naked but unbound. He shook off the cobwebs and then started to remember. And the more he remembered the more horrified he became. He now knew Mitch had been right. He would obey to the letter everything Mitch had told him to do.
It would be painful. It would be humiliating. It would ruin his reputation (such as it was). It would leave him a complete and total slave to Mitch’s whims. And to the whims of anyone else Mitch felt like lending, giving or selling him to!
Mitch had been right about something else. Sean hated him to the very core of his being. Worse, it was a helpless hatred that he would never be able to act on. Sean knew from what Mitch had told him when he was under that his clothes were long gone. He had not driven to the mall, and so he would have to walk.
Then he remembered where he would be walking to. He was about to jog to that restroom in the park where all the homos go to hook up! It wasn’t even midnight yet so the place would still be busy. “Aw crap,” thought Sean.
What was worse, Sean couldn’t remember what he was supposed to do when he got there. His memory of his orders was unfolding only as he needed them, so he had no chance to prepare himself in any way for what would happen.
The naked redheaded hunk got to his feet and began his jog to the park. He had been ordered to jog. As his bare feet slapped the side walk his dick became harder and harder. Then he remembered. He had been ordered to maintain an erection until Mitch gave him permission to let it go soft. He was gonna look like he wanted it bad!
He saw a car coming up the street. His impulse was to dive behind the bushes, but his orders kicked in. He had to remain on the sidewalk jogging, and not cover any part of his body. With tears of anger and shame streaming down his face the hunk complied with his implanted directive.
As the car approached, he realized he knew the owner. It was that homo teacher he’d had for home economics. Sean and all the football players had taken the class for the easy A. Sean had been surprised the guy had never approached any of the athletes in his class. Like many homo haters Sean just assumed they were all after young boys. The man in fact, had an older lover and neither of them could have cared less about teenage boys.
But the teacher knew some younger dominant men who went for the 18 to 25 crowd—especially if they were straight macho types who needed taking down. One in particular, Manfred Schmidt, was a 30 year old leather top who specialized in breaking down homophobes.
When the teacher saw the young stud jogging up the street, tears of rage streaming down his face, he knew something big was up. The teacher pulled over and rolled down his window.
“Problem Sean?” the teacher said.
Sean could not believe it! He had no choice. His implanted orders required him to tell this guy where he was going! “I’m just headed to the rest room in the park,” Sean said. He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Despite his bottled up rage and humiliation, it came out of his mouth as if he were looking forward to whatever would be waiting for him!
“Most people wear their clothes, at least until they get there,” said the teacher with a touch of irony in his voice, which Sean completely missed. Sean thought irony was the thing they used to press your pants.