Grant Stevens was in a deep sleep. He had just turned 19 and had returned to his off campus apartment depressed at still being a closeted gay male and a virgin. It was a warm summer night and he was totally nude with his sheets thrown onto the floor. The moonlight was shining through the window and illuminated his muscular torso with a mystical glow. A mysterious figure appeared from the shadows of his room and walked to his bed. The apparition looked at the sleeping hunk and placed his hand on Grant’s forehead. Grant was dreaming about his experiences as a swimmer in high school when suddenly all the visions in his dream disappeared and he was enclosed in a totally white featureless room. A ghostly figure of a 30 something male appeared.

“Who are you? Where am I?”, Grant inquired.

The apparition responded. “I am a friend. You are dreaming and I am hear to tap into your subconscious to release that which you continue to hold within.”

Grant tried to awaken from his dream but was unable to. The figure continued to speak.

“I see I interrupted a common dream of yours. I can wait until your finished.”

Grant dream restarted with Grant aware of the interruption but still unable to awaken. He was actually compelled by some strange force to go along with his dream. He was at a swim meet and had just broken a world record. If his dream followed the course it always did, he would see the girl of his dreams as he received his medal. The fact that this dream was taking a different course was apparent to him when he looked down as he received the medal and saw that he was naked with a raging hard on. He looked forward and saw every member of his team and the other male swim teams lined up in front of him. The first in line began sucking his dick and after a few moments Grant had a massive orgasm. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Then the next guy in line started going down on him and he again had a massive orgasm. This continued 15 times with each experience becoming more intense that the one before it. He wanted it to go on forever. Grant realized he did not want to awaken from this dream, but just as he had this realization the white featureless room appeared along with a lone chair.

“Grant, you must do everything I tell you. Sit down and relax. You are no longer dreaming, but you are in a deep hypnotic trance. You will think of nothing but what I say to you now.”

Grant became totally compliant and sat down in the chair that now appeared within the room. Dream time was over and he knew his mind was shifting from dream sleep to a hypnotic state just as the stranger had ordered. The was nothing he could do and his mind went totally blank as the stranger began his programming of Grant.

“You have been holding in your sexual identity as a gay male for far too long and it is now time to open up to who your really are and what you are capable of. You must also know that you are a special breed of human with the ability to control anyone you desire by simply picturing the person you wish to control within this room you now see before you. Though the room and the mental image of the person are not real, anything you command the person to do or picture a person becoming, from within this room will become a part of the real world. Your mind is an object with immense power and you must now let that power out or risk your own demise. This is why I have appeared to aid you. You have gained a buildup of energy from your teenage years that must be released. When you awaken you will have an uncontrollable urge to use your power to relieve all forms of stress that have built up from your unfulfilled fantasies and from any negative experiences during your life. Once you have purged this energy you will gain full control over your power and be able to teach others like yourself how to use it. You will have no knowledge of my visit to you until you have gained full control of your powers. Then you will learn exactly how I was able to come to you tonight and awaken your inner self.” The stranger disappeared and the white room went totally black. Grant’s dream world reappeared and his dream continued on.

Back in the real world the apparition was still present and glancing over the still sleeping body of Grant. It was now time for the stranger to ensure that grant would not during any harm to society as a whole while experiencing his new power. The apparitions hand now moved from Grant’s hand to his dick. A wave of energy passed from the stranger's hand to Grant’s genital region. The energy would make Grant so horny that the only fantasy’s and revenge he would be able to seek out would be sexual in nature. The Spirit knew from past experience that humans with MC powers could cause great bodily and world harm if they were not limited in where to channel their powers. With the energy transfer complete, Grant’s cock would stay hard until his first mind control experience. The spirit disappeared and the night continued on.

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Part 2- The Awakening

The morning sun awakened Grant from his slumber. He opened his eyes and looked around. He could not believe the dreams he had last night. That would be the last time he ever drank cheap vodka. He looked down and discovered his raging hard on. Had it been that long since he last jacked off, he thought. Grant pulled out his only porno mag and began a futile attempt to relieve the hard on. He came enough to fill a 20 oz. bottle, but his hard on still remained. There was nothing else he could do. He had to get to class. He went to his closet and picked out the baggiest pants he could find in order to hide his erection Once dressed he headed out from his apartment and began the mile walk from his apartment to the UofM campus.

On his way to campus he passed through downtown. Sitting on a bench, he saw one of the school’s most popular and Hunky looking jocks who was Quarterback of the school‘s football team. Looks aside however, the Jock who Grant knew to be Tom B. was a stereotypical jock who had gone to the same high school as Grant and had ridiculed and made fun of Grant ever since Freshman gym class and an accidental Hard On he had gotten from looking at Tom’s chiseled physique. All throughout the High School, everyone branded him queer thanks to Tom’s big mouth and the jocks at the school had even beaten Grant up on more than one occasion.

Grant stopped a few feet away and looked at Tom who was talking with his girlfriend. He was close enough to hear what was being said. The jock did not notice him. The blank room appeared in his mind. “I don’t have time to fantasize” he thought. However he could not get the white room out of his mind. Grant sat on a bench within view of Tom. In his mind, the image of Tom appeared in the room sitting in the chair. Grant could not stop himself from talking to the mental image of Tom. “What are you really thinking about?”, he wondered. Suddenly the image began telling him exactly what the real Tom was saying. Tom was telling his girlfriend how beautiful she was and how much he was looking forward to going to Florida with her for spring break for a week full of sex. “Stop talking.”, Grant thought and the mental image as well as the real Tom stopped speaking. Grant was surprised by the reaction from the real Tom. He thought about stopping but his mind was already moving ahead with a revenge fantasy of his.

Grant pictured Tom’s dick fully erect. The bulge was too much for Tom’s clothing to conceal. His girlfriend smiled as she looked at it. “My, my what’s got you so horny?”, she asked. Tom was about to tell her it was his fantasy about her, but Grant had other plans. “Tell her you saw Grant Long from high school and couldn’t stop thinking about fucking his brains out.” Tom did just that and she ran off crying as he put his hand over his mouth in total disbelief of what he had just said. He started to run off after her.

Grant continued on, he pictured Tom wrapped up in ropes and gagged. Back in the real world Tom was sprinting after his girlfriend when his legs suddenly locked up and his arms stiffened at his side. He fell to the ground and lay there unable to call for help. Passers by thought he was suffering a medical emergency and called EMS.

As the Paramedics arrived to asses Tom’s medical condition a new devious plan emerged in Grant’s mind. The two EMS workers work superb male specimens in their early thirties. Grant was sure there was much they could teach him and Tom as well. He quickly picture them in his mind putting Tom into the EMS truck and driving to Grant’s Home. They were hornier than ever before and the only way to save Tom was to Fuck him in in the ambulance and drop him off at Grants home once each of them had filled his ass with their life saving juice. The medics put Tom on the stretcher and rolled him to the ambulance. They then proceeded with sirens blazing to drive off in the opposite direction of the hospital on their way to a Grant’s house. Grant loved the thought of Tom being fucked silly and unable to do anything about it. He headed back home to await the arrival of his new plaything.

At Grant’s house the Medics brought Grant into the house and then left as though nothing had happened thanks to Grant wiping their minds and giving them an alibi for their 1/2 hour disappearance. Tom was on grant bed. Still tied by the invisible binds grant had placed on Tom’s mental image. Grant eliminated the mental gag so Tom could protest.

“YOU.......” came Tom’s first word “You did this to me, faggot. When I get free I’m going to beat the crap out of you”

“That’s not the right attitude Tom. Your way to serious and mean, just like in High School. Once I’m done with you you’ll have a new attitude”

“Shut the fuck up and let me go fagg.......”

Before Tom could finish Grant pictured Tom being tickled by the softest feather imaginable on his feet, arm pits and stomach. Tom began laughing uncontrollably. He was still held by the invisible bonds and his back was arching a foot off the ground as he kept laughing and desperately fighting for breaths between his laughs.

‘That’s better, you need some laughter in your life. I’ll let you enjoy this for a little while before I continue.”

Grant left the room to make lunch. Controlling people’s minds was making him famished. From the kitchen he could heard Tom’s continuing uncontrolled laughter. While the tickle torture continued, Grant began thinking of the new Tom. He closed his eyes and began talking to the mental image of Tom who was laughing as uncontrollably as the real Tom. Grant ignored the laughter and began giving the mental image of Tom new instructions on how to behave.

“You have a strong desire to have sex with guys. You now realize you are gay. When your tickle torture is over you will beg Grant to teach you about gay sex. You will always follow Grant’s commands without question. Grants words will be your thoughts.”

Grant opened his eyes. Hopefully the commands he gave would be enough to change Tom and get Grant laid. His erection from the morning was still raging in his pants and Tom was the one who could relieve him. He eliminated the Tom’s binds from his mind and pictured Tom naked and horny.

When he walked back into the room Tom had stopped laughing. He was standing up and looking at Grant in an extremely seductive manner he began slowly stripping his clothes off while he spoke. “Grant, I know I’m gay but I’ve never had sex. Please, I beg you, to teach me. I beg you to be my master.” He stood there with an 9 inch erection waiting for Grant’s permission.

Grant smiled, “All gay men suck dick so get on your knees and take my cock like a man boy.”

Tom dropped to his knees a proceeded in giving his first blowjob. Grant shot a huge load and held Tom’s head so he would have to swallow every drop. Grant was still sporting a huge hard on and he made Tom get on all fours while he moved behind him. “Tom, now its time for you to take it up the ass and see how great gay sex really is. You are going to love this more than anything in the whole world and will need to be fucked every day from this day forth.” Grant provided Tom with the greatest fuck ever known to man. He had been holding this in for so long that he could not help but pound away for over an hour as he let out years of pent up desire. When he finally came, He shot so much that Tom could not hold it all in and cum was dripping out of his ass onto the floor once Grant pulled out and fell to the floor exhausted.

“Oh Master, that was so HOT. It was fucking unbelievable. I’m totally addicted to cock up my as. Where can I go to get more.”

Grant caught his breath, and told Tom to start hanging out at the local leather bar. He sent Tom on his way with instructions to stop by a leather store are get the tightest fitting leather he could find.

Grant Stevens was in a deep sleep. It was a warm summer night and he was totally nude on the floor where head had passed out from his sex session with Tom. The moonlight was shining through the window and illuminated his muscular torso with a mystical glow. A mysterious figure appeared from the shadows of his room and walked to his naked figure. The apparition looked at the sleeping hunk and placed his hand on Grant’s forehead. Grant was dreaming about his previous day’s experiences with Tom. The figure then touched Grants flaccid cock . Grant was no longer a virgin, and his first subject was now a leather bound gay prostitute. The stranger could sense that the excess energy had been released as had any need for revenge, and in the morning Grant would be ready to be taught how to use his power as a “Fetish Man”.