Then:

"Go jump off a bridge!"

15-year-old Jake watched the anger drain from his father's face as the older man's brain absorbed what his son had just yelled at him. He looked confused for a moment, and then turned and exited through the front door, closing it behind him.

Jake had been so angry. Now, decades later, he couldn't even remember what the argument had been about, but the deed was done.

Jake had never seen his dad look like that before. He wouldn't actually...? No, of course not, he told himself...the man was an executive at a successful advertising firm, with a beautiful wife and A-level student son. He had everything to live for!

---

The police called a couple of hours later, after Jake's mom got home. The cops wouldn't tell them why they were asking about his dad but Jake had a sick feeling in his gut. Officers in a patrol car arrived shortly thereafter to tell them what had happened.

There were no bridges near their house so Jake's dad had traveled miles on foot to a highway overpass and, according to eyewitnesses, didn't even pause as he clambered up onto the railing and jumped off.

Later, the news explained everything in gory detail. His dad had only broken his legs on impact but an SUV, unable to slow or swerve away from the sudden, unexpected obstacle, had finished the job, dashing the poor man's brains onto the asphalt.

---

Jake experienced headaches for days afterward. He thought it was because he felt guilty...he had told his dad to jump off a bridge and the man had done exactly that! Jake would occasionally have periods of relief from the pain in his head but couldn't figure out why.

---

They buried his dad a few days later, closed casket. Jake sat in the corner during the wake, his head in his hands. It hurt so much!

"Jake?"

His mother and grandparents were there in front of him. He couldn't stand it. "Please leave me alone," he ordered them.

His family turned and left and instantly his head felt better. Yes, that's what he needed, he realized, to be away from everyone. There were too many people in the house. He got up and stepped out onto the patio.

His nose was instantly assaulted by the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. His cousin Sandra, eighteen, was at the far end of the patio, smoking a cancer stick.

"Hey squirt," she said, looking sad. "Anything I can do for you?"

Jake was feeling quite self-destructive by this point. "Can I have one of those?"

Sandra paused for a moment but then pulled the pack from her purse and offered him a cigarette. Surprised, Jake took it and put the filter end in his mouth. 'I guess people let you get away with some things when your dad dies,' Jake thought. Sandra stepped close and flicked her lighter.

Jake sucked on the cig as it lit and smoke barreled into his lungs. He started coughing and choking.

Sandra whacked him on the back a couple of times. "Better out than in!" she proclaimed, smirking.

Jake looked at his older cousin. He could smell her perfume. He had always had a crush on the curly redheaded young woman, even though she was family. How much could he get away with? "Um, can I have a hug?"

"Sure, squirt," she said, and enveloped him with her arms.

He put his arms around her as well. 'Damn!' he thought to himself, 'I really wish I could kiss her!'

Sandra moved her head back to look at him for a moment, and then brought her lips to his.

Jake felt like an electric current was running through him. His first kiss was with his gorgeous cousin! Recovering from his initial thought, he returned her kiss and her tongue snaked into his mouth. This was so rad!

Suddenly the patio door opened and Jake pulled back instinctively, breaking contact. His Uncle Brad stepped onto the patio, cigarette pack in hand. He turned, surprised to find them there. "Jake! How are you doing, buddy? Oh, Sandy, you gave him one of those? He's not old enough."

Sandra jutted her chin out. "He asked, and I wasn't about to say no today, Daddy."

Uncle Brad considered this as he lit his own cigarette. Suck...puff... "Hm, no, I guess not, but that's the only one, okay Jakey?"

Jake nodded and did his best to finish his cigarette but it made him feel sick to his stomach so he had to rush to the toilet. People smoked that crap to relax? he wondered as he puked his guts out.

After exiting the bathroom he found that Uncle Brad and his family had left. He hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to Sandra. Would she kiss him the next time they met, or was that a one-time thing because he was bereaved?

His mom seemed to be giving him space, as he'd asked. 'Thank Heaven for small mercies,' his dad used to say. Thinking about his dad made him start to cry.

---

At school, Randy Bowles, Jake's tormentor since middle school, went right at it. "Hey, Jake, I hear your dad went and killed himself."

Jake kept moving down the school hallway. He had learned that it was best not to engage the larger kid. Finally he reached his locker, but Randy wasn't about to give up.

"Makes you a bastard now, right?"

Jake felt his face flush. "Go fuck yourself, Randy!"

The burly boy paused to think. "Is that even possible?"

"What?" Jake certainly didn't expect a conversation by this point. His hands were balled up into fists, ready to fight.

Randy stood there, thinking. "I don't think it's long enough."

"What?" Jake repeated, incredibly confused. "Just...go away, Randy."

Randy turned and walked away. Shaking his head, Jake was pleasantly surprised to find that his headache had gone away. Adrenaline? He wondered.

---

Now:

Jake woke up but couldn't open his eyes. He could hear beeping, like machines in a hospital. Yes, that was exactly what it was! Why was he in hospital, and why couldn't he move?

He listened intently. Was anybody there? Anybody?

---

Then:

Jake wasn't a social boy at the best of times. Losing his dad in such a bizarre way made the only child even more isolated.

His mother continued to leave him to his own devices. Up to a point it was good, but after a few weeks he started to feel incredibly alone. He went up to the living room. His mom was watching TV.

"Mom?" Instantly his mom got up and left the room, brushing by him on the way.

"Mom!" He followed her into the kitchen. Again she tried to leave the room.

He got in her way. "Mom, stop." She did. "Why are you trying to run away from me?"

"You asked me to leave you alone," she replied, uncertainly.

"Oh! Well, you don't have to do that anymore. It's been a few weeks now."

His mom visibly relaxed. "Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry." She hugged her son, both of them crying.

"No, Mom, I'm sorry." But he could never tell her how sorry he really was, that he felt responsible for his dad's death, even though the idea seemed absurd to him.

---

Now:

Jake felt the air shift as someone moved by him. He still couldn't see, move, or speak. Then he felt his bed sheet being removed, shortly followed by his hospital gown. What was going on?

Then he felt hands try to roll him onto his side. Physical contact! With that he didn't need to talk.

*Tell me what my diagnosis is.* He pushed that thought into the mind of whoever was touching him. The hands paused and then moved away.

Papers rustled. A female voice spoke, "Glioblastoma multiforme, inoperable...diagnosis terminal within a few weeks." The hands moved back to rolling him to his side.

*What the fuck is glioblas-whatever-form? Tell me.*

This time the hands continued rolling him on his side. "Brain cancer," she said.

Brain cancer! Fuck! And terminal! What could he do?

Now that he was on his side he felt a wet sponge being applied to his back, but whoever was doing this still had a hand on him.

*Tell me if there's anything anyone can do, even if it would cost billions of dollars.*

"Even the richest of men wouldn't be able to recover from this."

No no no! It can't end like this! Jake raged.

---

Then:

Months passed. Jake's only friend at this point was his mother, but even that was a source of pain for him.

"Mom, why don't you go out with your friends anymore?" he asked her one day.

She muted the TV and turned to him. "Oh, Jake, I just can't. Going out to have fun just feels like it would dishonor your father's memory."

Jake nodded. He wasn't happy but maybe over time she would start to smile again?

---

Now:

The person washing Jake rolled him back and started to sponge his front. He felt his cock start to harden as she washed him down there.

"Oh, a little more aware today? That hasn't happened before," the female voice said. She sounded attractive.

Now that he was on his back again the woman wasn't touching him anymore except with the sponge. Then he felt her lift his ballsack to scrub under there...contact!

*Get us some privacy and then touch me again.*

She moved away and he heard a door close, followed by a curtain being drawn. Then she returned to touching his ballsack.

*Who are you? Describe yourself.*

"Anna, a nurse. Average height, average build, brown hair."

*Pretty?*

"My husband thinks so."

*Good enough. The sight of my cock turns you on. You need to ride it.*

"I don't have a condom."

*You don't need one.*

After a few seconds, presumably to remove her scrub pants, he felt her clamber on top of him. She grasped his member and he felt warm, wet flesh surround the head. Then the warmth extended down the shaft.

"Unhh..." Anna groaned. She rose up a little and then pushed back down. Jake's cock was now fully embedded in the nurse's hot pussy.

She began to ride him. He wished he could open his eyes!

Anna slowed down and he felt her fingers on his eyelids. She pried one open and he saw her, bouncing up and down on his cock. She was indeed pretty, probably in her mid to late thirties.

His eye was drying out so he had her let go and concentrate on what she was doing. She picked up the pace, slamming her pussy down on his hard cock.

"I can't believe I'm doing this...unhh..." she moaned, "...so wrong..."

Then he felt her pussy tighten as she came on his cock. He didn't know how long he'd been bedridden but his balls were full of potent sperm. He felt his release come upon him and it felt amazing...then he was spurting dangerous cum deep inside the orgasming nurse's unprotected baby factory.

As she lay upon him, panting, he transmitted to her, *You will make sure to touch me for at least a minute once a day when you're on shift. Also, you loved this but won't tell anyone what happened.* He felt her mind accept the commands.

Now that he was more relaxed, he had some thinking to do.

---

Then:

Jake hadn't noticed how those few people he spoke with tended to be very agreeable. During sports when he yelled for someone to pass him the ball they always did, even though he rarely scored. 'They're just being nice to the poor bastard,' he told himself.

---

Now:

"Well, Mr. Doe, I see that your brain activity is way up. Unfortunately, I'm sorry to say that you'll never fully wake up with that tumor in your head." This was a man's voice. He sounded young for a doctor.

Jake felt a touch. Anna!

*Ask the man to touch me.*

"Doctor, feel the patient's forehead, please."

When he made contact Jake asked the man to identify himself. This was Doctor David Mattrel, a third year resident in his mid-thirties. Anna lifted Jake's eyelids so he could see that Dr. Mattrel was a handsome guy, in good shape.

Jake had an idea.

---

Then:

Finally, on the first anniversary of his dad's death he approached his mother again about going out with her friends. When she gave him the same excuse as before he blew up: "Mom, you have to move on and forget Dad! You need to have a life for yourself!"

His Mom paused, blinked a couple of times, and then collapsed to the floor.

"Mom!"

Jake called an ambulance but by the time they arrived Jake's mother was awake. The med-techs checked her over but found nothing physically wrong with her. They recommended she get tested for low blood sugar and left.

She looked at her son. "Wow, that was weird, huh?"

Jake nodded.

His mother reached for the phone. "You know what? I think I'm going to go visit Mary tonight. You okay with fixing dinner for yourself?"

Jake was surprised but pleased. "Um, yeah! That's great, Mom...I'm glad you're not letting today get you down."

She paused. "What's today?"

"...you know..."

She blinked at him.

"...the anniversary..."

She still looked confused.

"Dad...your husband...?"

"Who?"

---

Jake, flabbergasted, had let his mother go out with her friends anyway. She had completely forgotten her husband of almost 20 years! He also realized that his mother had done exactly what he said she should do: forget his father and go out with friends.

No...

No way...

All the people that continued to be so agreeable around him, doing what he said...

He had to test this, but now he was alone! He stepped out of his house, looking around. The neighbor kids were in the playground of the cul-de-sac he lived on, so he headed over there.

The little kids there eyed him warily, as normally Jake just ignored them. He went up to one of them, a little boy of about seven. The boy looked up at him.

Jake considered before speaking, "Hey, you should, uh, slide down that slide 10 times face first."

The boy paused for a moment, and then climbed the play structure and slid down the slide, face first. Then he did it again...and again...and again...

Exactly 10 times. Then the boy went back to his friends.

But was that enough of a test? Jake wondered. No.

He approached all three kids, two boys and a girl of about the same age. They looked up at him.

"You should all eat sand," he said.

They walked over to the sandbox and grabbed handfuls of it, shoving it into their mouths and chewing.

Shit! "Stop!" he commanded them. They did. One last test...

"Go home and say 'fuck you' to your parents."

All three kids spit the sand from their mouths and went their separate ways to three houses around the cul-de-sac. Within a minute he heard adults yelling from all of the houses.

It worked...

It worked!

But how far could he go? he wondered.

---

Now:

Usually when Jake touched someone he could tell them what to do without vocalizing. He had also found that if he concentrated hard while doing that he could do other things, like implanting emotions, but it was difficult. What he was going to try to do now was beyond even that.

He had started by making the doctor keep in physical contact with him while he started relating his memories to the younger man, along with the emotions that those memories elicited, as intensely as he could.

Single child, how that felt being isolated without anyone in the family to identify with. Intelligent, getting straight A's all the time, almost without trying. Being bullied for being a nerd, a geek, a creep.

"Doctor Mattrel! There you are!"

Startled, the younger man turned away, breaking contact with Jake. "Er, Josie? Sorry...what is it?"

The doctor was pulled away to some sort of emergency. This wouldn't do. Jake didn't know how much time he had left...he couldn't waste any!

---

Then:

A taxi pulled up. Jake opened the door and said to the driver, "I need to go uptown, but I don't have any money. You're okay with that, right?"

"Sure, buddy!" said the driver, beckoning the young man to climb on in.

---

Jake waved to the driver as the taxi sped away, and then turned to regard his uncle's house. He'd been here a few times for family events. He walked up and rang the doorbell. His Aunt Lauren answered the door and smiled.

"Jake! What a pleasant surprise." His aunt was a redhead like her daughter, but slim and fit. Jake had heard that she was a hardcore fitness buff. He considered her for a moment but then decided to stick with his original plan.

"Hi Aunt Lauren, I've come to visit Sandra." He moved forward and she let him in, still smiling.

"Of course, of course...you know where her room is."

Jake nodded. "Please make sure that we're not disturbed." Then he headed down the hall. He took a deep breath and knocked on Sandra's door.

"Hello?" he heard Sandra call. He walked in. "Jake!" Sandra was lying on her bed, reading, but bookmarked her place and got up to greet him. "How are you doing, squirt?" She gave him a hug.

He hugged back. "Hey, Sandra...do you remember the last time you gave me a hug?"

She pulled back and her face turned red, making her freckles really stand out. "Oh, yeah, I don't know what came over me...that was..."

"Really hot, and I think you should do it again," Jake replied.

Her face turned serious and she moved into him, mashing her face against his. As they snogged his hands moved down to her jeans-covered ass and he groped it.

She pulled back. "Hey! Kissing cousins is one thing..."

"I want more," he urged, "I want to...to make love to you."

"Oh shit..." she whimpered. Then she grabbed him and they resumed kissing. This time she allowed him to stroke her ass. He moved a hand to one of her breasts, squeezing it through her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. He felt her nipple harden through the cotton fabric.

"Get on the bed," he commanded. She did, and he leapt upon her. She screeched and he hoped her mom would do what he said and allow them privacy. He was between Sandra's thighs, grinding his crotch against hers, their jeans the only barrier to ultimate pleasure.

He pulled her t-shirt up and saw his first real pair of boobs. Sandra's breasts weren't large but they were a handful, and Jake wondered, did you really need any more than that? He sucked one nipple into his mouth and his cousin gasped in pleasure.

His 16-year-old cock was harder than it had ever been before and he was going to cream his shorts if he didn't get fucking soon! He pulled back and unzipped his jeans, ordering Sandra to do the same. Then the rest of their clothes came off and they were both naked as the days they were born.

They looked at each other's crotches. Sandra seemed pleased with Jake's package and he just stared at the patch of fuzzy red hair between his cousin's legs. Finally, he moved back between her thighs, a clear drip emanating from the head of his hard penis as it approached its target.

"Oh," Sandra said, angling herself toward her nightstand drawer. "We'll need a condom."

As she fumbled with a small box Jake got impatient. "This is my first time. I think...I think it should be without one, okay?"

Sandra dropped the box on the floor and lay back. "It's not a great time for me to have unprotected sex, but okay. Can you pull out before you cum?"

"Definitely not!" Jake replied, aiming his dripping cock at the fleshy slit in the middle of Sandra's red pubes. It didn't look like a hole...how did it go in?

Sandra saw the trouble he was having, and used her fingers to pull her vaginal lips apart. "Um, I'm kinda afraid, Jake. I could get pregnant." This revelation, though, didn't stop her from taking a hold of his cock shaft and directing the head into her vaginal cleft.

Jake pushed forward, watching his cock penetrate his cousin's fertile pussy and making her whimper. "You mean we could make a baby?"

She nodded, still looking worried.

"That's soooo hot," he said, pushing harder. Half of his teenaged cock slipped inside the mind controlled beauty. Her face changed to a lusty grin.

"Ohh...that IS hot! Oh my God, this is so dangerous. Fuck me!" She used her legs to pull him in. His cock slid in further, aided by a sudden rush of lubrication from within her.

Finally Jake was fully embedded in his hot, sexy cousin's lush body. This was the greatest feeling in the world!

She grabbed his face and they French kissed as she started to roll her hips, angling his cock deep within her. She gasped into his mouth.

Jake pulled back and then pushed back in. No, THIS was the greatest feeling in the world! He did it again, and again. Sandra kept rolling her hips as he thrust and he realized that he wasn't going to last much longer.

"I'm going to cum, Sandra...I'm going to cum inside you," he told her.

"Yes! Oh, yes! Do it! This is so fucking hot!" She used her legs to pull him back into her harder and harder.

Finally he could take no more and his cock seemed to explode in pleasure. THIS was definitely the greatest feeling in the world! He felt cum rush up his shaft and blast out the tip, splashing potent, sperm-filled semen deep inside his cousin's fertile and unprotected reproductive system.

"Unhh! Ohhh!" she moaned loudly, shaking in orgasm as she thought about how her younger cousin could be impregnating her at that very moment. Her cervix spasmed in time with her orgasmic waves, dipping into the pool of semen he was depositing there, greatly increasing his sperm's chances to fulfill their evolutionary imperative.

Spent, Jake collapsed on top of his mind controlled cousin, both of them breathing hard.

"I can't believe we did that, Jake! What came over me?" she asked.

Now that he had shot his wad he felt ashamed by what he had done, but then he thought about it. Was it rape if she thought it was her choice? Lots of guys got what they wanted through false pretenses...was this better or worse than lying? He didn't know...all he knew was that it had felt incredible and he would definitely do it again.

Speaking of which...

He pulled out of Sandra with a slurping sound, making her gasp. His cock was starting to get hard again, one of the advantages of a teenage sex drive. "You wait here and have a nap," he ordered Sandra. She lay back and closed her eyes.

"Oh, Auntie!"

---

Aunt Lauren wasn't a blood relation -- that was Uncle Brad, her husband, who wasn't home -- so fucking her was less incest-y than it had been with Sandra. Jake had asked her what her favorite sex position was and was pleased that she liked being fucked from behind, bent over the edge of her bed. He did just that, sawing into her toned 40-year-old body until he also filled her up with a load of potent baby batter.

As he got dressed he ordered them, "You can't tell anybody we did this; Uncle Brad would kill me! If either of you get pregnant, just say your husband (he said this to Lauren) or your boyfriend (Sandra) is the father, alright?" The redheads nodded and he called another cab.

---

His mom got back a little after him and seemed in high spirits. About time, he thought, glad that his ability could help her as well.

---

Now:

Jake ordered Dr. Mattrel to take an immediate leave of absence, but to come to the hospital anyway and stay at Jake's bedside. He was to remain in constant physical contact as Jake continued to transmit his memories into the man's mind.

Elementary school...middle school...high school...he dredged up all the memories, all the experiences, and the feelings. He remembered when he had accidentally killed his father and had to stop there, sending the doctor home for the day.

---

Then:

Jake had a new spring in his step as he went to school. All the shit he had to take growing up...it was all leading to this! The world was his oyster now, as his dad used to say.

His dad...damnit, even now, thinking of him hurt. He stopped and someone barrelled into him from behind.

"Watch it, dweeb!" said Randy Bowles, stepping around Jake and putting himself right in his face.

Jake smiled.

A few minutes later, a controlled Randy followed Jake into the gymnasium. There Jake found Mr. Ventnor, the P.E. teacher, an old school jarhead who liked treating his students like his drill instructor used to treat him back in basic training. The three of them went into the equipment room, where Jake proceeded to make them undress and then suck each other's dicks. After a bit of this he made Mr. Ventnor fuck Randy up the ass.

When they were done Jake told them to remain there until someone found them. It took less than an hour before the police arrived, but by that time Jake was in his next class.

Randy never came back to that school.

---

Now:

When he wasn't recounting his memories to Dr. Mattrel, Jake had Anna bring him other female hospital staff, and even patients and visitors, to help get his rocks off. One touch and they climbed on board for a ride on the Comatose Express, next stop: Insemination Station. Anna would open his eyes long enough for him to confirm he wasn't fucking fatties or other undesirables.

There was a black mom of about 30 with big boobs...another nurse, slim and blonde, also in her thirties. There was a skinny 20-year-old redheaded patient with bandages wrapped around her head who Anna had found wandering the hospital halls. She reminded Jake of his cousin Sandra a bit.

Orgasming seemed to help alleviate the pain that was building up in his head, at least for a while. He was pushing himself hard, but he didn't have a lot of time. It had been two weeks since he had been able to think again, and had a lot of memories left to go through.

---

Then:

Jake knew he had to be careful. He didn't know how many people he could control at one time, or how long his long-term commands would last, though he called Sandra every week to confirm her and her mother's were still in place.

He managed to get his English teacher, Mrs. Adams, alone after school and he took her bent over her desk. Another time he followed Becky Fidel home and deflowered her in her own bed. Another time, at Wal-Mart, he ordered a visibly pregnant lady to fuck him in the restroom. That had been weird, but he had enjoyed how her breasts had leaked milk as he sucked on them.

One day he came home from school to find his mother's housekeeper just finishing cleaning their house. Bleach-blonde Karen was in her early twenties and Jake had always had a hard-on for her...he liked how she wore a crop top and yoga pants while she cleaned.

He got her to strip down and suck his cock while he sat on the recliner, and then he made her ride him while he sucked her medium-sized boobs until he blew his teenaged wad deep inside her. She had also asked for a condom but Jake told her she really loved it when men came inside her unprotected, and then it was so. She shuddered in orgasm when she felt him inseminate her.

---

Now:

Jake continued recalling his high school antics, pushing them into the young doctor's head. Then there was the thing with his mother...he paused, but told himself he had to keep going...

---

Then:

Jake came home to a seemingly empty house, but his mom's car was outside. Where was she? Then he heard something upstairs, from her room. Was she crying?

He opened her bedroom door to find a man on top of her on the bed! A rapist! He rushed forward.

"Jake! Stop!" That had been his mom. He paused, confused.

The man disengaged and Jake's mom pulled the sheets about them to cover their nakedness. "Um, I'm sorry Jake...I meant to tell you about Wayne, but there never seemed to be a good time."

The now-named Wayne, who Jake found had an uncanny resemblance to his dad, was trying to get his clothes on. "I'll, uh, leave you two to discuss this...?" He rushed out the door.

Jake sat down on the bed. "I did tell you to move on, didn't I? I just never thought about what that would look like."

His mom looked confused again. "Move on from what? You keep saying your dad, but I don't know who you're talking about."

"So where did I come from? Virgin birth?"

His mom concentrated. "Definitely not virgin. I...just don't remember who..."

Jake considered. "Mom, I want you to remember Dad again."

"I can't, Jake. There's nothing to remember."

Jake was floored. He had thought that maybe those memories were still there in his mom's head, hidden away, but they were gone for good! His fault!

All his fault. He had killed his dad, and now his mom's memory of the man she had pledged to love. It was as if the man had never existed. Guilt overwhelmed him.

"Mom, you should forget me, too."

As his mom fainted, Jake went to put together a backpack of things he would need.

---

"Where ya off to, buddy?" asked the trucker as he opened his door to the hitchhiking teenager.

"Thataway," said Jake, pointing down the road.

---

What followed was two years of debauchery, moving from place to place. He couldn't stay long in case people started to notice the effect he had on those he controlled.

Then he came home again, now 18 years old. He went to his old house but found another family living there. They didn't know where his mom was, but the neighbors did. They had heard the shot a year ago. His mom had been a mess since he left, unable to recall large amounts of her past, and finally, mercifully, she had chosen to end it by her own hand.

Jake was numb. He had done this to her, at first by accident and then on purpose. He had left because he would have been a stranger to her after his command to forget, but her family had been her primary focus for almost 20 years...of course losing those memories would have had a profound effect on her mind! How could he have been so stupid?!

Jake sat on a bus bench and cried. What was the point? What was the point of any of it? He had looked at his gift as just that: a gift from God or something, but he had destroyed his family with it!

Something hit him from the side and he went down hard, his head ringing.

"I can't believe you came back, you fucking asshole!"

Jake saw a two-years-older version of Randy Bowles bearing down on him. He opened his mouth to tell Randy to stop but a kick to his ribs took his breath away. Then there was another, and another. He felt something crack and then his world became pain.

Then Randy was on top of him, punching him in the face again and again. Jake couldn't say anything to stop him! He could barely draw a breath!

Randy stopped punching and put his hand over Jake's mouth. "I don't know how you did it, Jake, but you'll never control me again." Jake heard something click and saw a knife in Randy's hand.

*STOP!* Jake screamed in his head, his mind on overdrive with adrenaline. Randy stopped.

*Get off of me!* The other young man did so. Jake groaned as he sat up. He could speak again. "Drop the knife." Clunk.

Jake had told Randy to forget Jake's involvement in the equipment room incident two years previous. If Randy was remembering, then Jake's long-term commands must have a time limit after all!

He also realized that if that was true then he wouldn't be able to just command Randy to forget again, as it would wear off. What could he do?

Just then he saw a large delivery truck speeding down the road.

"Randy, face the street." He did so. The truck was close now.

"Run forward!" Jake urged, wincing as his ribs rebelled.

WHAM! There was a screech of tires, and Randy Bowles' dead body careened down the road, finally coming to rest on the yellow line.

---

His ribs bandaged by the fine folks at the local hospital after he jumped the triage queue, Jake went by his Uncle Brad's house. He found his cousin Sandra just coming out of the house, pushing a toddler in a stroller.

Jake stepped forward. "Sandra?"

"Jake!" Sandra's face lit up with a smile and she rushed forward to embrace him. He groaned in pain from the tight hug.

She stepped back. "Are you okay? Oh, your face..."

His cheek was swollen from Randy's punches. "Just a misunderstanding. Is that..." he pointed to the young redheaded boy.

"Oh, yes, I got pregnant a couple years ago." She looked at him demurely. "It's my boyfriend's." She winked at him. "Mom got pregnant around the same time. Dad's, of course." Again the wink.

His long-term commands held with her and her mom! So that trick worked on some people but not others. He'd have to see if he could figure out why, and determine who could throw it off.

He looked down at the 1-year-old boy in the stroller, bored and fussing. He was adorable!

He had fathered two babies! Did that offset the deaths of his parents? He had to believe it did. If his ribs weren't killing him he would have suggested a repeat performance with his hot now-MILF cousin with her larger boobs. Instead, he said goodbye and got on with his life.

---

More time passed, moving from place to place. He had sex with so many women that he lost count. He'd fuck different women multiple times a day as he went here and there, getting free meals and accommodation wherever he went.

One day he decided to create a documentary about himself (check out Interview With the Esper for those details).

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Now:

He was coming to the end. He asked Anna to bring him the hospital administrator. As the older man laid his hand on Jake's prone form Jake pushed the same thought into his head that he had given Anna earlier.

Then the hospital administrator asked the entire staff to come lay their hands on Jake. A long line led out of his room. They were all given the same command, and then Anna would write down each person's name, phone number, and home address. She also brought him whatever patients and visiting friends and family she could con into his room, doing the same with them.

Jake's head was killing him, literally, by this point. He had overextended himself. Dr. Mattrel held his hand as Jake concentrated on the younger man, forcing as much of his current thoughts as he could into him. Then with a sigh he was gone.

Dr. Mattrel stood up and went out to the hallway. "Hey," he said to a young boy waiting outside one of the other rooms who hadn't been brought in for Jake's "treatment".

"Yeah?" the boy said, warily.

"Jump up and down," the man commanded.

The boy gave him an odd look and stuck his tongue out before slipping away.

Well, that answers that question, the man decided. He returned to Jake's room.

Anna was there, covering Jake's body with his bed sheet. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Dr. Mattrel?"

"Yes, Anna, you can bend over...and call me Jake."

A person is the product of their experiences, and all of Jake's memories were now in Dr. Mattrel's head. He had lost the ability to control minds, however that had worked, but with his forethought and planning he now had dozens of slaves who had visited the hospital and been given long-term commands to obey him just as they would the Jake who died, and that would have to do.

The king is dead; long live the king, he thought to himself.

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