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Paul - 3
by NSJ (nsj153@gmail.com)
***
Paul is primarily a mind control story. A young man
(17) awakens after months of being on life support to
find he has the unique ability to give people commands
they must obey. He soon comes to find his ability is
not as unique as he hoped and that he is being hunted
by two organizations who wish either to recruit him or
kill him. (mf-teens, nc, rp, mc)
***
Author Note: Paul, is an adult story with adult
content. It is more a story about a young man with
mind control containing occasional bouts of graphic
sex than a piece written with the express intention of
getting the reader off.
As in all works of fiction any resemblance to real
people or places is simply that, a resemblance. Feel
free to email me with questions, comments or
suggestions nsj153 [at] gmail.com
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Chapter 3 – The other side of the coin
The heavy motorcycle almost fell over by the time Luke
found the kickstand. He wasn't used to the motorcycle
yet, and riding for so long still made him sore, but
so far traveling with the biker gang had proved to be
safer than hiding in his hole ever had. All his years
of fortification and planning and when they came for
him he had barely escaped with his life.
He had lived like a rat for over a year only using his
magic to save his life on two occasions. Both times he
had those he had used his magic on kill themselves. He
wasn't sure how they had tracked him this last time
and he wasn't taking any chances.
The first time they came for him it was clear how they
had tracked him. He had moved into the largest home in
the area and was fucking anything and everything he
wanted.
Only blind stupid luck had saved him that day. After
that he lived in shadows and planned everything down
to the last detail.
Still they came for him. He considered that it was
perhaps his nightly ventures into the clubs and bars.
Someone was keeping track of the women he banged or
the number.
His last place was different. He moved into a house
with Jane the doctor in the hopes of finding some sort
of cure. The woman had legs that went on forever and
tits like a sixteen year old cheerleader. He had slept
with her and no one else. Still they came after him.
For the last three months he had traveled with this
biker gang using his magic sparingly. He considered
that perhaps it was his magic that had drawn them.
Like flies to a corpse they could smell it somehow.
As he entered the bar he felt strange. He stopped just
inside and swept the room looking for anyone that was
paying any attention just to him. Nothing.
An hour later the feeling came over him again and
though he had his eye on the waitress he pulled gently
at his right earlobe. Tiny saw the motion from where
he sat at the next table. He started rounded the men
up. They were on their bikes in a matter of minutes.
Luke let them ride for about an hour until the curse
began to manifest itself again. He rode in the middle
of the pack so he had to put his blinker on for a
short time before Little John and Smiley who led the
gang signaled for the gang to pull over.
The Doc and Joan both arrived just after he finally
got his bike settled. The Doc's legs were as long as
ever. She looked at him with fear in her eyes. She
knew about his magic though they both knew it had some
sort of biological cause. He was just used to thinking
of it as his magic.
Jane knew about the curse that came over him as well.
She had tried to help him sight it. She had even tied
him to the I-beam in the basement in the hopes that he
could quit cold turkey. That had... not worked. He had
really hurt her when he used her that time.
Joan was a biker chick to the core. She had at least
twenty tattoos and just about everything pierced that
she could. There were four other women who rode with
the gang, old ladies they were called. Joan was the
only one worth looking at or taking to bed.
She knew things and it only felt right to give the Doc
a break. He didn't want to keep messing with the Doc's
head. She was to valuable and he didn't know if using
his magic on her would damage her over time.
It was one of the things they were testing with Joan.
Joan spread the blanket out on the side of the road as
the gang huddled up. They would talk and smoke as they
waited for him to fuck himself out.
The doc placed the memory cards out on the blanket
face up before flipping the all over one by one. Joan
paired them all off without a mistake, just like she
did every time. He had commanded that she do the
doctors tests to the best of her abilities and it was
if his magic order made her smarter.
Joan didn't talk as she untied her boots and removed
her leather pants. He didn't like it when she talked.
She was stupid and annoying but she had a quick and
cruel wit. Sometimes he let her pick on Jane though
the doctor had little in the way of verbal weaponry.
She wasn't wearing any underwear as she shook her ass
towards him as she slid the pants down. She was on her
hands an knees in moments. She swayed her hips gently
as she looked back at him over her shoulder.
"If I said I wasn't wet yet, would you send the Doc in
to lube me up." Luke looked over at Jane. She was as
white as a sheet though he could see her nipples
pressing excitedly at her hard rock shirt. Though she
wasn't a lesbian by natural he had instilled in her an
aggressive desire for women he desired.
He only learned latter that as a side effect of his
hasty commands she felt disgusted and shameful of her
lust. That more than anything turned him on. While
Joan was willing to get off on anything that could get
her off she had not love for the Doc. This request,
like all the others, was so that she could use the
woman for her own pleasure. Joan had the added benefit
of humiliating the Doc in the process.
Joan never reciprocated either, unless directly
ordered to, which meant that more often than not the
Doc had to give orgasms without being on the receiving
end.
Luke smiled at Joan and she giggled wickedly as she
rolled over onto her back. She had two fingers inside
herself before he tore his eyes away long enough to
nod at the Doc. She was shaking her head no, but she
didn't seem to notice she had a hand on her own breast
rubbing the nipple, or that she was staring at Joan's
sex.
"Please don't make me." Jane said. She still hadn't
removed her eyes from Joan's energetic fingers. Luke
felt something in him give way. He was quickly coming
up on the point where he would lose control and revert
to a primal state. He knew from experience he would
black out, or perhaps red-out was a better way of
saying it. Everything was lust and violence. There was
nothing but pain and pleasure, no worry or fear.
Unfortunately it was also impossible to think
logically.
"Do it." Luke said to the Doc. He didn't use his
magic, he didn't have too, she wanted to do it she
just needed the excuse.
"Oh God!" Joan screamed as Jane's tongue entered her
pussy. She had the Doc's head in both hands as she
worked the woman's face against her sex. She bucked
and groaned as the Doc used all the ticks she had
learned in the last few weeks to get Joan off.
Luke was working the belt buckle at his waist as he
watched. The Doc was wearing those faded blue jeans he
had purchased for her from the good will when they
were on the run. For some reason he relieved that
memory. He saw it from a slightly different
perspective.
She had stayed with him. She tried to help even within
the bounds he placed on her. He stepped out of his
pants as he watched the Doc's ass move. She had her
face buried in Joan's mound. Her knees were spread
slightly but her ass was still high and ready for him.
"Get undressed." He said. It wasn't more than a
whisper but he said it with his magic. Both girls
stopped and started stripping their remaining clothes.
He was somewhat aware of the fact that a few of the
closer men were disrobing as well. They did not matter
though, only the women did.
He stepped onto the blanket and Joan, who was already
half naked at his command was the first to reach his
hard member. She normally teased, teased to an extent
that he would have to force his prick between her
lips, but tonight she engulfed him.
The feeling was electric and she felt her respond to
his pleasure, the Doc who was in the process of
kicking off her pants twitched too. It happened
sometimes that they could feel his excitement, that
they would cum when he did.
As good as Joan was with her mouth she was a slut. She
was energetic and aggressive but she did not care
about him. When she looked up at him there was lust in
her eyes but nothing else.
When the Doc was naked he took a grip of Joan's hair
and pulled her off.
"Get her off." He commanded to Joan. He used the magic
on her and though there was a flash of disappointment
or annoyance she was quickly stretched out beneath the
Doc.
Jane had a clumsy mouth. She had far to many teeth and
not much of a tongue. She tried too hard to duplicate
things she had seen Joan do but above all else she had
no sense of timing. The thing she did have, the thing
that really got him off, was how she looked up at him
as she did her best.
There was something in her eyes, something that didn't
come from his magic. She did want to please him, truly
wanted to. He saw the same look in her eyes when she
made him breakfast or when they talked over coffee.
Often he tried to deal with his curse before it
overpowered him. Tonight he wouldn't get to enjoy the
look. He had other needs to satisfy. He started to use
her mouth more violently. She gagged a bit and he
smiled at the sight of the snot bubble that formed
beneath her left nostril.
Somehow the fact that she was having trouble breathing
only turned him on more. He wasn't completely
disconnected yet so he knew he was being violent with
the wrong woman. He actually cared for Jane, but Joan
was just some slut he had come across.
He pulled his dick out of the Doc's mouth and
maneuvered quickly between Joan's open legs. Jane was
still kneeling over the slut's face but now she was
facing away from him. He aligned himself so that he
could enter Joan with one strong thrust. She groaned
when he did so. He leaned forward and slapped Jane's
ass hard.
She took the hint and awkwardly turned around. Joan
rocked beneath him gripping with her amazing pussy and
her strong legs. Her hands reached upward and blindly
groped at Jane's chest.
Luke loved the way the Doc watched him as she jerked
and moaned on top of Joan. Luke lifted Joan's leg so
that her calf rested on his shoulder. He pulled out of
her tight pussy and angled down at her ass. It took
him a few thrusts to find her but then he was forcing
his way in. She bucked up as he forced his way into
her ass.
He reached up wand took one of her tits in each hand
as he gripped them tightly. He started setting up a
rhythm that soon had him bottoming out inside her. She
jerked and tried to pull away but his magically
commands still held.
She could cry and moan and whine but she could not
physically push him away or stop him from getting off.
He knew he was hurting her, and somehow that helped to
get him off more than the sex did. It scared him when
he took the time to think about it.
He reached up and tangled his hand in the Doc's hair
as he pulled her forward to kiss her. When he came he
grunted and groaned as he pumped his dick into Joan's
ass. He didn't even consider what he was doing when he
pulled out of Joan and pulled Jane's head down into
his lap. He forced his dick into the Doc's mouth
without even considering where it had been or that it
might be covered in shit as well as cum. In truth he
didn't really care. He jerked a few times into her
mouth before he fell onto his right side.
Jane was moaning around his cock even as it softened
in her mouth. He lay on his back with his head turned
so that he could watch Jane gyrating on Joan's face.
The Doc kept his dick her mouth as she came.
Eventually Jane rolled of Joan. Luke got to see Joan's
face as she reached up to wipe the tears from her
eyes. That made him smile. She took his smile
differently and returned it unsteadily.
"Thank you." She said as she stretched over to kiss
him. He pulled away but gave a meaningful glance down
between his legs.
She tried to keep the anger from her face but failed.
She complied though.
He watched her as she crawled down between his legs.
She began to lick around his cock. When she worked her
tongue between his leg and his sack he reached down to
grip her head. She knew enough to continue to work her
tongue there.
He reached over to grab Jane's arm as he pulled
gently. She had to twist around so that she was
resting her head on his chest.
He pulled his heels up near his ass to that his knees
were in the air. He pushed Joan's head down until her
tongue found his ass hole.
Whenever it was over he was always exhausted. It was
more than the physical exertion of sex though. He was
watching Jane's face as she watching him. Her eyes
drifted past him and she giggled as she pulled a hand
up to cover her mouth. He followed her eyes to find
that three of the men standing protectively around
them were naked.
"You can get dressed." He called out to the men. He
readjusted so that he tipped his pelvis up giving Joan
better access to his ass.
Suddenly the world was full of light as a car drove
past. He considered staying longer. They never took
main roads and it was closing in on four in the
morning. Still if the driver called the cops it would
mean he would have to use his magic again.
He leaned down to kiss Jane on the forehead and was
rewarded by seeing that look in her eyes as she craned
her neck up to kiss him back.
He whispered into her hair telling her she should get
dressed. He told the men to get ready to go as well
but he let Joan work her tongue n his ass for a few
minutes more before he lifted his feet and planted
them on her shoulders and shoved her away.
"You feel like swallowing my piss again?" He asked
with a smile. She said nothing from where she laid on
the grass just off the blanket.
"You were good." He said to her and she smiled. "You
need to be better though. Maybe I'll let the boys run
a train on you when he get to the next camp." He
watched the horror slide over her face. She started
pleading with him but she did not move. Sometimes he
liked to put her in her place, to remind her that she
was nothing but a whore.
A few months ago he would have felt bad about what he
was doing now. A year ago he would have been
horrified. Now though...
It was hard to find any reality when you had magic
enough to change the world. That first year he had
fucked every sorority girl at the state college near
his parent's summer place. Then he walked onto a lot
and drove off with a ninety thousand dollar vehicle.
He drove to the east coast where he walking into one
of the preppy high schools and literally had students
fucking each other in sex ed class. The ironic thing
was that if these men-in-black as he thought of them.
If they would have waited only a few more days he
would have killed himself.
What was the point after all. Money was meaningless.
There was no point in working when he could literally
find the words best and have them do whatever he
needed. There was no hope of love. Not after he saw
how the women reacted when he told them to fall in
love with him.
With no external drive to live he found he had to look
within. But the sad truth was he didn't have much
imagination, or good will. For a while he walked
through the bad parts of the towns he'd visit and make
Christians out of gang-bangers. He could bring god in
the blink of an eye.
He got shot at once though and that was enough. His
magic was no good to him unless he could be face to
face with people. If he was killed for being white
before he could order them to get rid of their guns
then he would still be dead.
When they came for him, he was planning a big going
away party. He was going to walk into a broadcast
station and order people to have an orgy before
ordering them to cut off their own fingers or kill
each other on live TV. That would show the world what
he was before he killed himself.
It never happened though. Instead he found he rather
enjoyed living, even if it was the same boring thing
over and over. At least he had seen the grand canyon
now and Mount Rushmore. Sex was rapidly losing its
appeal as well. He had tried to spice it up. He
watched a woman fuck her dog and blow her son.
He even tried banging a twelve year old to see if
maybe that taboo would spark anything inside of him.
It didn't. He stopped the man midway through the blow
job when he decided he was perfectly straight. There
was nothing that felt real to him at all.
Nothing but the pain and humiliation on the women
faces he controlled. Sure he could order them to feel
that way but when he saw those looks without giving
the order. That made him feel something.
It was one of the main reasons he was still nice to
Doc. The fear and humiliation, the shame, they were
all relatively easy to produce. Hell everything was
relatively easy to produce. The look the Doc gave him
sometimes though was not. That look that said she
might actually care for him. He didn't want to fuck
that up so when he felt the urge to be mean or cruel,
an urge that grew greater everyday it seemed, he put
it off until he had one of the other sluts insight.
They mounted up again and this time the van that
followed them took the lead. Two of the women always
rode with the supplies.
They were headed off to find a grocery store and
restock. The rest of them would be headed to the state
land just a short ride down the road.
When they finally stopped for the night Luke unrolled
his sleeping mat and laid down as the rest of the
group went about setting up camp. They had a tent for
him and an air mattress too but it all took time to
get ready.
As he waited he read. To do so he had to wear the
goofy-looking yet extremely functional head lamp.
Unfortunately the bright light of the lamp on the book
which he wasn't holding too far from his face left him
night blinded when the stranger asked him the
question.
"Do you want to live?" The man asked again. There was
something in the voice that made the hairs stand up on
his arms.
"Sleep!" Luke screamed as he rolled to his side. He
hoped if the man was pointing a gun at him that he
would miss. Instead he head no shot or body crumbling
to the ground.
"You are weak." The man said talking a few steps
closer. Only as he was approaching was Luke away of
the silence in the camp.
How long had it been this quiet, twenty minutes?
Thirty? He could just picture the man moving from
person to person telling them to leave or sleep with
his magic.
Luke knew in his bones that the man approaching him
had the same magic. Somehow he knew and he put him on
edge.
"Let me show you how weak you are." Suddenly Luke was
sitting at a table in a dinner. There was an older man
sitting across from him. He looked down to see he was
holding a cup of coffee. He glanced around the room
and out the window.
There was an old man sitting at the bar sipping at
coffee and eating pie. An old waitress was standing
behind the bar reading some paperback she had folded
over. A young couple sat in a booth on the other side
of the restaurant. He saw gas pumps outside and a few
cars. He didn't see any big rigs but the fact that the
price of diesel was displayed twice as big as regular
told him there would be behind the building.
There was a faint floral sent that came to him. When
he tried to concentrate on it there was suddenly the
briefest outlines of a woman's face in the glass. Then
it was gone. He was at a truck stop, but how did he
get here? Suddenly the memories came back. He very
slowly turned to look at the man sitting across from
him.
"I used the gift on you. You didn't even know how to
defend yourself." The man said.
"You have magic too?" Luke asked. Somehow he knew and
yet hearing the man admit to it so casually shocked
him.
"Magic?" The man asked with a small smile. "I suppose
that is as good as way to describe it. Some call it
the gift, or the curse depending on how long you've
lived with it. Others call it the power, or the will.
That's will with a capitol W. as in the will of god,
or perhaps the devil, they think it is divine though."
"Sleep." Luke said again. This time he put everything
he had into it. The man sitting across from him sighed
as he very slowly leaned forward. His hand was
lighting quick when he reached across the table to
slap Luke's face.
"Try it again and I will have you chew your own tongue
off." The old man said calmly.
"What do you want?" Luke asked as he rubbed his face.
Clearly his magic didn't work against the man yet the
man's worked against him.
"I want to give you a choice." The man held up a hand
to stop the conversation as the waitress approached.
"Hot from the oven just like you asked." She said as
she slid two pieces of pie onto their table.
"Which for you?" The stranger asked. "I'm partial to
apple myself but if you'd prefer it I'll take the
cherry."
"Cherry's fine." Luke said. He ate his too hot pie in
silence. Even with the pie directly in front of him he
smelled the flowers. Just as he was about to twist
around to look at the table behind him he realized the
man was fucking with him. There would be no flowers.
Hell the smell would probably get stronger as they
talked then the man would reveal he had ordered him to
smell flowers.
When the man was done eating he smiled and pushed his
plate away.
"One of the benefits of these little recruiting
trips." The stranger said. "But you're not hear to
talk about pie. You're here to hear an offer. It is
simple, unfair, and rigged with conditions. In fact
it's not really a choice at all, not if you want to
continue living. You have a decidedly suicidal vibe
about you. And that's not me hippy-ing it up, it comes
with the use of this magic as you call it. Eventually
you start to recognize vibes about people."
"So here's your choice. Join the order and learn to
use your power safely and within the bounds of
society. Follow our rules and laws and remain confined
within the walls of whatever facility you are assigned
until such a time as you are allowed to leave, if
you're ever allowed to leave. If you're thinking this
sounds like prison in many way it is. The other choice
is death. A simple clean death. You get on your bike
out there and hit the construction barriers three
miles down the road. You won't survive."
"I choose to live." Luke said seriously.
"Good. Drive your bike to the rest area at mile marker
forty-eight and wait for me there." The stranger said
with a smile. "Or you can run, in which case we will
hunt you down again."
"I'll meet you there." Luke said as he stood. "You
know if they have a pisser here?" He asked. The
stranger was retrieving a phone from his pocket but
paused to point at the giant restroom sign.
Why had he asked? Luke wondered as he headed toward
the pisser. He saw the sign himself.
"No sir. He opted to die. Said he wanted a way out
just didn't have the strength to do it himself. He
actually thanked me. Yes sir as you say."
Tony closed the phone and slid it back into his
pocket. He couldn't see the girl that sat across from
him any more than Luke could, and while he caught the
scent of her perfume as well his mind was well
accustomed to ignoring things.
The girl slid out of the booth and met Luke just
outside the restroom.
Luke paused in the hallway and dried his hands on his
pants a bit longer than was necessary but he did not
even think about it. When he got on the bike he
suddenly had the urge to drive fast. He could beat the
stranger to the rest area and search the place before
the man arrived if he was fast enough.
On the highway his bike ate the pavement. He wiped
around cars and darted through gaps between lanes.
When he saw the stone barrier they put up in the left
hand lane forcing a merge he saw that they forgot to
put the water barrels near the end. It wouldn't be so
bad side swiping the wall but hitting the first piece
with no barrels that would hurt.
Just as he was about to collide he glanced down at the
speedometer, it read 119 miles per hour. His last
thought was that he had to speed up. The girl with the
flower perfume had told him no less than one-twenty-
five.
***
Next time; Three months have gone by and Paul has been
careful enough to remain un-captured, but does he know
the true danger? And is he taking every precaution he
can or has he already made a fatal mistake? Susan has
a new friend.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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