A Newer World Order

A Newer World Order (by Richard Pickman)

Chapter 1

Phillip still couldn't believe he had this power, this ability to influence others mentally. One night, not too terribly long ago, he had the most bizarre dreams. He half-remembered a voice saying he had been chosen, some sort of unearthly glow engulfing him, startling him awake. In spite of that, he quickly dropped off again.

He woke up the next morning feeling oddly invigorated and alert. His roommate, Dennis, was in the bathroom taking a shower, and Phillip desperately needed to piss. He remembered thinking that Dennis should just hurry up, finish, and get out of the bathroom. Phillip then noticed that the shower had stopped, and in a few seconds, Dennis ran out naked with his clothes, saying "It's all yours, dude!".

Dennis was about 5' 8", had a healthy (if somewhat skinny) build, and dark hair and eyes. He was from a fairly conservative background, though, and Phillip couldn't remember ever seeing him naked. <<Hmmm. Dennis is kind of cute, but definitely not my type.>>

"Gee, Dennis, why'd you run out so fast."

"Dunno. Just felt like you might need to use the bathroom."

"Yea, I do. Thanks."

While Phillip stood in the bathroom pissing, he thought how strange this was. The coincidence was just too uncanny. He decided to test his wild suspicion. <<After all, it's not as though anyone would know what I was thinking.>>

The sight that greeted Phillip when he emerged from the bathroom was startling, even though he'd been half hoping for it. There was Dennis, lying on his back on the floor, still naked, and furiously masturbating.

<<Damn, it IS true! Well, let's see how far this goes.>>

<<Dennis, stop moving.>>

Dennis froze, his hand still on his dick.

<<Let go of your dick and stand up.>>

Dennis did it.

<<Hmmm. This has MAJOR possibilities.>>

But Phillip did like Dennis, though they weren't really close.

<<OK, let's try this.>> He directed the thought at Dennis to go back into the shower and forget everything that had happened between the two showers. When Dennis got out of the shower a little later, Phillip was soon able to determine that, as far as Dennis was concerned, the events of the previous few minutes had indeed been erased from his mind.

That had been weeks ago. Phillip had conducted other tests, each one more successful than he could wish. He had particularly enjoyed making the entire football team streak from one end of campus to the other. When the campus police caught them, they loudly protested, saying they were just having some fun before one of the big home games.

Phillip, of course, knew better. He got extra amusement from the fact that, being winter, the team had appeared especially . . . underdeveloped in certain areas. Several of them worked overtime to re-establish their stud reputations, most notably "Moose" McMahon. In fact, the nickname "Mouse" was floating through the halls, though never within McMahon's hearing.

Besides these enjoyable exercises, Phillip read books on psychic power, meditation, hypnosis, and anything else that might help him understand and use his abilities. He wanted to be able to exploit this power to it's fullest.

And as Phillip meditated, and used his power more, he felt it grow. He didn't know how, but he could sense it increasing. Recently, Phillip discovered he could read someone's surface thoughts if he focused on them. This, of course, would make it much easier to see how effective his mental domination was. Phillip had no idea how strong he would become, but was eager to find out.

Chapter 2

Now was the time for a major test.

Phillip had always had a thing for pro wrestlers. In the last few years, the "sport" had undergone a major makeover, and so had the wrestlers. Now, most of them were in as good shape as professional bodybuilders. And those spandex pants didn't hurt, either.

There was one in particular that got Phillip hot. That one was Lex Luger.

Luger wasn't classically handsome, by any means. But with his attitude, long hair, bronzed skin, and dynamite body, "The Total Package" was definitely an object worthy of lust. And Phillip intended that "Package" to be the first object in his collection of abject, willing slaves.

The perfect opportunity soon arrived. When a major match was scheduled in town, Phillip was ready. It was easy for Phillip to find out the hotel Luger was staying at, of course. And, as he'd hoped, Luger had a private room there, room 1523.

Lex had originally planned to go out partying with some of the other wrestlers after the match. However, Phillip easily planted the idea in Lex's mind that he was feeling a bit worn out and was going to go back to his room and rest.

Phillip got to the hotel a few minutes after Lex. He went up to the desk clerk.

"May I help you, sir?", said the young man.

"Yes. I'm a friend of Mr. Luger's. He does not wish to be disturbed for any reason. If he needs anything, he will call. And could I get a DO NOT DISTURB sign, too?" Phillip enforced this with a quick mental twist he'd perfected, to get immediate compliance with simple verbal commands.

"Of course, sir. I'll see that he isn't disturbed. And here's the sign, sir."

Phillip smiled inwardly. Then he mentally commanded the clerk to completely forget Phillip had ever been there, but to carry out the commands totally. A peek inside the clueless clerk confirmed that this had happened.

He then took the elevator up to 15th floor.

Chapter 3

Phillip stood outside the door of room 1523. He was a little nervous. Phillip had performed greater and greater feats of mental control since he'd first gotten this power. However, he'd never attempted to cause major, permanent changes in a person. But he had given himself plenty of time now for this crucial experiment. And if it didn't completely "take" initially, he knew he could arrange for future sessions to reinforce his control.

Phillip "knew" Luger was watching TV, a simple little suggestion he'd planted earlier along with the one to stay in his room.

To some extent, Phillip was making this a bit more complicated than it needed to be. He could simply command Luger to open the door, let him in, and do whatever Phillip wanted.

<<But, somehow, that wouldn't be nearly as much fun. Besides, it pays to be careful.>>

With that in mind, Phillip did a quick mind scan of the nearby rooms. He made anyone not already asleep decide to go to bed.

<<Well, here goes.>>

Phillip hung the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the doorknob. Then, with some towels he'd picked up on the way in hand, he knocked on the door, saying "Room service, sir. I have the towels you requested." Phillip quickly planted the memory of Luger asking for them earlier, as well as the suggestion that he would see Phillip as a hotel employee.

"All right," he said in a deep, gravelly voice, "Be right there."

"Come in," he said as he opened the door, "you know where the bathroom is."

"Yes, sir. Very good, sir."

As Phillip went to the bathroom, he heard Luger, dressed only in a T-shirt and cutoffs, lock the door the door behind him as mentally instructed.

Phillip stayed in the bathroom for a minute, preparing himself.

<<Hmm, best to start with the basics.>>

When Phillip came out of the bathroom, a strangely familiar sight greeted him. But this time, instead of his vaguely interesting roommate, Dennis, it was the far more muscular Luger who was furiously masturbating. He was on his bed, though, still clothed, and calmly watching TV, as though that was the most normal thing to do while masturbating.

Which, of course, was just what Phillip was making him believe.

Phillip did another quick scan of the area, and deepened everyone's slumber.

<<Good. Now, let the games begin!>>

Chapter 4

<<All right, first things first.>>

He performed a more involved version of the mental twist he'd used earlier. Phillip had never had the time to use it, but his research and experience indicated it should work. Luger's mind became more open and passive than any mind Phillip had experienced before.

<<Excellent. Now let's move on to the verbal portion of the test.>>

"Lex," said Phillip, "turn off the TV, stop masturbating, and stand up."

Luger immediately clicked off the TV with the remote, took his hand off his dick, and stood up, staring blankly ahead.

Phillip stood for a minute, admiring the view. Luger's face was broad and rugged. Not a gorgeous face, but a strong one. His shoulder length hair fell around it, not in its trademark ponytail. His neck was thick with corded muscles. Luger was wearing one of those stupid sleeveless NWO T-shirts. His huge biceps were in full view, and his hard nipples could be seen through it. His cutoffs were unzipped, and his hard, 7"dick still protruded from the hole, throbbing and bouncing slightly up and down in rhythm to his heartbeat. Luger's thighs looked like tree trunks emerging from the legs of the cutoffs.

<<A Total Package, indeed. And soon he'll be totally mine..>>

"Now, Lex, I will give you commands. You will not carry them out until I say `Go for it'. Do you understand?"

"I understand", he said, in a flat voice.

"Good. Lex, I want you to slowly rip your shirt open. OK, go for it."

Luger reached up with both hands and grabbed the T-shirt at his chest. He pulled his hands slowly apart, tearing the shirt down the middle, doing a strip tease. He gradually exposed his torso. The hard nipples capped two impressively developed pecs, and his abs were cut to perfection. When he finished, the T-shirt was open completely from neck to waist.

"Very good, Lex. Now, finish taking off the T-shirt, quickly, and throw it in a corner. Go for it."

He complied immediately, now standing wearing only the cutoffs.

"Now, stay standing, take off those cutoffs quickly, and throw them on top of the T-shirt. Go for it."

He unsnapped the waist of the cutoffs and pushed them to the floor. He swiftly stepped out of them, picked them up, and tossed them away.

"Now, Lex, I want you to turn your back to me. Go for it."

He did so, and now Phillip could enjoy the rear view. Luger's back flared wide at the shoulders, his lats spreading almost as if they were wings under his arms, tapering down, V-like, to his waist. His ass, though, was a dream. Flawless globes that jutted out, practically screaming to be fucked. If there had been any doubts in Phillip's mind, they were wiped clean by the sight of that ass.

<<Oh, yes! I'm going to enjoy breaking in that virgin ass. And, as I suspected, it IS a virgin ass.>>

Now Phillip quickly got out of his clothes, throwing them on top of Lex's. Phillip wasn't in nearly as good shape as Luger. However, he'd done his share of working out in the gym. He also was smug enough to notice he had at least a couple of inches on Luger in the cock department. Though the sight of the naked, entranced Luger was making Phillip think he might reach even greater lengths tonight.

"Lex, face towards me. Go for it."

Luger turned around, his face still possessing a vacant expression.

Phillip probed Luger's mind, studying it even more extensively than he had been examining his body. Luger possessed an outstanding physique, but Phillip had been attracted as much by his attitude. Phillip's scan showed that Lex had chosen his "Total Package" nickname himself. He was as supremely confident of himself outside the ring as inside. Taking the conceited, egotistical Lex Luger, and transforming him into an eager, yet subservient, little pet might be a challenge. But it would definitely be a thrill.

"Lex, in a few moments, I'm going to allow your regular personality to re- emerge. You'll be able to think completely for yourself. Nod if you understand."

Luger slowly nods his head.

"Excellent. However, Lex, you will remember nothing that has happened since I entered this room. You will NOT be able to move your body, except as I command. You MAY freely move any part of your body above your shoulders, unless I command you otherwise. But, you will not harm me in any way. And you will be unable to yell or scream. You may only speak in a standard conversational tone. Do you understand?"

He nodded again.

"Very well, then. Go for it."

Seeing the shift always fascinated Phillip. The absent look in Luger's eyes was filled with confusion, then awareness of his surroundings. In a few seconds, he was himself again. Or as much so as Phillip allowed him to be.

"Hey, what the fuck's going on? I can't move! Who the fuck are you? What're you doing in my room, and naked? You some kind of creep or something? The hotel's gonna hear about this!"

"Why don't you take a look down, Lexxie?"

"Damn, I'm naked, too. What the hell's going on?"

"Well, Lexxie, to answer your deeply insightful questions, I'm what's going on, my name is Phillip, I'm here because you let me in, naked because I feel like it, not the least bit creepy, and I'm in the process of making you my slave."

"Your slave?! You've got to be fucking kidding!"

"No, no, I'm quite serious. That's why you can't move. I've barely started with you."

"Help, help, I'm trapped with a lunatic."

"Lexxie, can't you do better than that. No one will hear you if you don't speak up. Why don't you yell? That should get someone's attention."

Luger opened his mouth. His neck muscles strained and his face knotted up, turning nearly beet-red. But no sound came out.

"You see, Lexxie, I've made special arrangements that we won't be disturbed. We have the whole night to play."

"Stop calling me Lexxie! I don't know how the hell you're doing this, but there's no goddamn way I'm going to anybody's slave, you fucking faggot."

"Language, Lexxie, language. And I'll call you anything I like" As he said this, Phillip stepped up to Luger, grabbing his dick in his right hand, and Luger's right nipple in the other hand. He started twisting them, roughly, in opposite directions.

"Fuck, fuck, stop it! You're gonna rip my dick off!"

Phillip continued for a bit longer, amused by Luger's plaintive cries. Then he let go and stepped away.

"Shit, that hurts! Why the fuck did you do that?"

"To teach you, Lexxie, that I'm in charge. You're in no position to be calling me names. Whatever would I do if you really upset me, I wonder?"

"OK, alright, I won't insult you.

"Good. Not that it's really important. Soon enough, all you'll want to do is praise me, obey my every command. And if I want you to, you'll beg to have rougher stuff done to you than I just did."

"You're not gonna make me your slave. You must have given me some drug to paralyze me. Maybe even hypnotized me somehow. But you can't make someone do stuff against their will. Even I know that!"

"Why, how very observant of you, Lexxie. I didn't know you were so well- informed on the subject. But, just so you know, I have used no drugs on you at all. And, unfortunately for you, I'm capable of far more than conventional hypnosis. Let me give you an example."

He walked up to within a couple of feet of Luger. "Lex, look into my eyes. Go for it."

Phillip could see Luger trying to resist the command. His face contorted with the effort to disobey. But, inevitably, Luger's gaze fell on Phillip's eyes. Phillip could feel Luger's dick touching his own cock, and it sent a tingling surge through him.

"Goddamn it! How the fuck are you doing this? Stop it, man." A tone of pleading was starting to enter Luger's voice as he began to fully realize how utterly helpless he was.

Phillip reached up and placed his hands on either side of Luger's head. Somehow, this felt right. The surge increased.

<<Wow, I think the sexual energy and contact is actually increasing my power! That's something I didn't even consider.>>

"Lex, place your hands under my arms. Go for it."

Once again, Luger tried to fight Phillip's command. Gradually, though, even with his biceps and triceps bulging from the effort to resist, his hands came to rest gently under Phillip's arms.

The increased contact gave Phillip a strong jolt, almost as though a electric circuit was being closed. Luger, too, felt it.

"What the fuck was THAT?"

"Don't ask so many questions, Lexxie. Just relax and enjoy the ride."

"No fucking way!"

Phillip focused himself like he'd never done before on Luger's eyes, and the mind behind them. Luger felt himself helplessly drowning in Phillip's eyes.

"Now, listen carefully," said Phillip, the words echoing in Luger's mind and ears, "You will obey me in all things. Not because you have to, but because you want to. My happiness is your entire reason for being. I am the center, the be-all and end-all of your existence. You will do what I want you to do, think what I wish you to think, feel how I desire you to feel, and believe as I tell you to believe. Do you understand, Lex?"

"I . . . understand," Luger grunted.

"Still resisting, Lex? That's good. That's very good. It will make your absolute yielding to me that much more . . . exciting. Now, when we're alone, call me Lord or my Lord. Do you understand?"

"I . . . understand" Luger said, the torment on his face more evident.

<<Interesting. He hasn't carried out the instruction because I haven't said "Go for it." Well, this is the hottest game of `Simon Says' I've ever played.>>

"Good, that's very good. What, then, did I tell you?"

Struggling against every word as it came out of his mouth, Luger said, "That I will . . . obey you in all things. Not because I have to, but . . . because I want to. Your happiness is my . . . entire reason for being. You are the center, the, the . . . be-all and end-all of my existence. I shall do . . . what you want me to do, think what you . . . wish me to think, feel . . . how you desire me to feel, and believe as . . . you tell me to believe. And, when we're alone, I will call you . . . I will call you . . . Lord or . . . my Lord."

"Yes, that's absolutely perfect. Now, that wasn't that hard, was it?"

"Go to hell, goddamn you."

"No, I think not. You should be thanking me, Lexxie. Free will is such a burden. I'm simply relieving you of the need to think for yourself. Now that's not so terrible, is it? Now, say goodbye to individuality, Lexxie, and hello to utter enslavement."

"No, goddamn it, no! You can't make me. I'll never submit to. . . "

And now, the magic words.

"Go for it."

Phillip could feel the power pour from him into Luger. The protestations continued, but they soon came to an end, as Luger's eyes began to glow from the power filling him. Phillip also felt the mental adjustments as they happened. An giant image of Phillip appeared deep in Luger's mind, with Luger worshiping at its feet. Phillip could sense the re-orienting, this image of Phillip's truly becoming the center of Luger's psyche. And from the image, the carefully crafted mantra emanated. . .

"You will obey me in all things. Not because you have to, but because you want to. My happiness is your entire reason for being. I am the center, the be- all and end-all of your existence. You will do what I want you to do, think what I wish you to think, feel how I desire you to feel, and believe as I tell you to believe."

Phillip knew the mantra would be constantly repeating itself, whether Luger was awake or asleep. It would always be there, on a subconscious level, maintaining and reinforcing Phillip's control.

Phillip explored Luger's mind, exuberant at his success. <<Now that's out of the way, we can begin the physical portion of the evening.>>

Chapter 5

Phillip took a step back and took a few deep breaths. <<There, that's better.>>

Luger slowly came out of his daze. When he focused on Phillip, the look on his face was one of such naked adoration that even Phillip was momentarily taken aback.

"Oh, Lord, what a fool I was to fight you! You are everything to me. I . . . Lord, please, free me so I can worship you."

Luger was still standing, frozen, with his arms raised, as Phillip left him.

"I could just leave you like that, Lexxie. Someone would come to find you eventually. Your resistance . . . upset me." said Phillip. Actually, of course, it had aroused him intensely. He was simply beginning to enjoy playing with his new toy.

"You're right, Lord. Let me make it up to you. I'll do anything you wish. Please, punish me for daring to fight you."

"Well, since you put it that way. You can . . . No, I've just had an idea. Lower your arms to your side and stay there, Lexxie. I'll be right back."

With that, Phillip dashed into the bathroom and brought out a large towel. He spread it out in front of Luger, commanding "Get down on your hands and knees on the towel."

Luger eagerly complied. Phillip walked in front of him, his dick mere inches from Luger's face.

"Now, Lexxie, stick out your tongue. All the way. Yes. I want you to curl your tongue, make it into a tube. Very good, Lexxie, that's very good. In a moment, I'm going to stick my dick in that tube you made for me. I want you to make love to my dick, Lexxie, but you can only move your tongue. I'm going to stick it in. Oh, your tongue feels so Lexxie. Soft and hot. All right, Lexxie, you can begin."

Luger's tongue could only cover the head and a bit of the shaft of Phillip's dick. But Luger enthusiastically used it for all it was worth. In and out of Luger's mouth it went, straining to encompass as much as he could. Every so often he would keep it in his mouth for a few seconds when it got dry, only to have it re-emerge when it had been wetted again. After a while, saliva, mixed with Phillip's pre-cum, was running down Luger's chin and dripping onto the towel beneath him.

"Oh, Lexxie, that's very good. You're pleasing your Lord very much. But," Phillip said, stepping back, "you still need to be punished."

"Yes, Lord. I deserve the worst for trying to resist you."

"Very well, then," said Phillip, as he walked behind Luger, "Bad boys need to be . . . spanked!" With that, Phillip gave Luger's right buttock a hard slap. He immediately followed with another to the left one.

"Bad (slap) boys (slap) should not (slap) defy (slap) their (slap) masters, (slap) should they (slap)? They must (slap) obey them (slap) completely (slap)!"

"Oh, (Ow!) Lord (Ah!) , I'll (Oh!) never (Oh!) defy (Ah!) you (Oh!) again (Ah!) !"

Phillip continued his assault, alternating blows until Luger's ass was almost a glowing red. Finally, though, Phillip's hands were beginning to sting, and he ceased his attack.

"Have you learned your lesson, Lexxie?" said Phillip sternly, but with a triumphant smile that Luger could not see.

"Yes, Lord. I will never disobey you again."

"In any way?"

"In any way, Lord."

"That's better. You deserve a little reward. Tell me, Lexxie, are you ready to cum?"

"Yes, Lord. I would love to cum, if you will let me."

"Well, then," said Phillip, stepping back to get a better view, "You have my permission to . . . cum!"

Instantly, Luger's thrust his hips forward, his cock spurting a ropy stream, which landed more than two feet away, but still on the towel. Another immediately followed. While this was happening, Phillip reached into Luger's mind to reinforce his next command.

"Stop!"

Luger froze completely. The look of ecstasy was fixed on his face, his eyes almost rolled up into his head. His back was arched like a cat's, in mid-thrust. Every muscle was straining with orgasmic release. <<Hm, what an interesting statue THIS would make. If Rodin had done it, I wonder if it would have been called 'The Fucker'>>

Phillip walked over and sat on Luger's right side. Looking underneath, he saw Luger's abs displayed in sharp relief. Veins were standing out all over his body. His dick was still hard and pulsing, the only part of Luger's body that was moving. But only a small amount of semen was leaking from the head. Phillip knew that Luger could ejaculate for much longer. But this proved to him that his control over Luger was total. He could turn him off or on like a light.

"I didn't want you to enjoy yourself TOO much just yet," said Phillip as he ran a hand over Luger's sweaty, well-defined torso. He pinched the same nipple he had twisted earlier. This time, a wave of pleasure passed through Luger. "And there is just a little more torture you need to receive, Lexxie." Phillip moved his hand down until he reached Luger's dick. He gently rubbed some of Luger's semen on his thumb, forefinger and middle finger. Then Phillip brushed them over the head, now extraordinarily sensitive not only because Luger had cum, but because there was still more waiting for release.

"How does this feel, Lexxie? Does it hurt? Yes, I know it does. But it feels so good, too, doesn't it? You want me to stop, I know. But a part of you wants me to continue. And it's that part I think I'll listen to for a while." Phillip continued massaging the head, giving it an occasional tweak. Luger was moaning and whimpering from the effects, wanting to squirm out of reach, but immobilized by Phillip's will.

Finally, after several minutes of the most intense pain and euphoria Luger had ever experienced, Phillip relented. He stood up and moved away from Luger.

"That's enough of that. I won't ask if it was good for you, Lexxie. I KNOW it was. Get up. Up on your feet. Good, good. Spread your legs apart some more, Lexxie. More. That's enough. Now, bend over and grab your ankles. Can you reach them? My, Lexxie, you're more limber than you look. I'll have to make use of that, won't I?"

Phillip walked over to his pants, reached into one of the pockets, and drew out a tube of KY. He opened it and walked over to stand behind Luger , lubricating his dick. He then tossed the tube onto the bed within easy reach.

"Hold on tight, Lexxie. Don't let go, no matter what." said Phillip, as he eased himself into Luger.

"Oh, Lord, it hurts. It hurts so much, Lord."

"No, Lex, it doesn't. It feels good. So, so very good. Like a hunger you never knew you had being filled. You've needed this for a long time, Lex. Desperately needed it. Isn't that right, Lex?"

"No, Lord, it still . . . Uunnh. You're right, Lord. I . . . NEED this. Your dick in my ass. Uunnnh! It feels so good. It's what I've always needed. I didn't know, Lord. Oh, fuck me, Lord. I've got SO much catching up to do."

"My wish is your command, Lexxie. And my pleasure is yours, too, isn't it."

"Yes, Lord, yes. Harder, Lord. Please, PLEASE fuck me harder!"

Phillip loved having this macho muscle stud begging to have his ass ploughed. Luger's ass was tighter than anything he'd ever felt before. He was like a great stallion, and Phillip was breaking him in for service. Putting him in different positions, though, was just foreplay. Phillip had other plans for the ultimate moment.

"I think that will do," said Phillip as he pulled out of Luger, "You can stand up, Lexxie. Go over and lie on the bed, on your back. Yes, Lexxie, head on the pillow. Now, get ready. This is where it gets good for me. And you know what that means."

"Oh, Lord, it will be amazing for me."

"It will at that, Lexxie. I think I can guarantee that."

Phillip grabbed Luger's legs and placed them on his shoulders. He reached for the tube of KY and lubed himself again. Phillip then placed his hands on either side of Luger's chest, positioning himself. Then with one swift plunge, he was inside Luger again, now looser from Phillip's previous invasion.

Phillip rammed Luger's ass mercilessly, matching him groan for groan and shout for shout. For Phillip, the time for dialogue was over. Now, it was time to use his new possession fully, giving him the first of what Phillip foresaw as being many hard fucks.

Phillip quickly lost track of time amidst the mindless rutting. But sooner than he had wanted, the combination of the Luger's hot ass, lustful groans, sweaty muscles, and the idea of his being Phillip's abject fucktoy made Phillip unable to hold out any longer. He let Luger's legs slide off his shoulders an d wrap themselves around his waist. He slipped inside Luger's mind, eager to share their orgasm. Then, with a yell that would have woken the entire floor of the hotel, if Phillip hadn't put them all in a deep, unwakeable sleep, Phillip came. This triggered Luger, whose interrupted orgasm Phillip now allowed him finally to finish. He bellowed as his ejaculations almost reached his chin. Rope after creamy rope exploded from Luger's dick, frosting his chest. It almost felt to Phillip as though his cum was shooting out of Luger's dick, so strong was both their ejaculations. And, through the mental link Phillip was able to enjoy Luger's orgasm as well as his own.

However, for Luger, it was even more potent. Phillip took the sensations of his own orgasm, and pressed them into Luger's mind, literally doubling Luger's own orgasm. Luger, of course, had never experienced anything like it, and the intensity was such that it literally blasted his mind with a kind of sexual rapture. Phillip made sure the effects would be only temporary. Luger, though, would not be able to have a coherent thought for several hours.

Phillip carefully pulled out and extricated himself from Luger's entangling legs. As he looked down, Phillip was amused at how Luger's entire body was relaxed, his head lolling slowly back and forth, drooling like a baby, his cum drying on his chest. "That's what you are now, Lexxie," he said to the almost insensible wrestler, "My big, bad baby. And, boy, what games we'll play."

With a satisfied sigh, Phillip sat on the bed next to Luger and calmly drew his finger's through the other man's long, unconfined hair, while thinking of his next move. Phillip had not been sure what would happen tonight, and had only made general plans, expecting there to be more time later to consider what to do. But Luger had responded beyond Phillip's wildest expectations. What would he do with Luger now, Phillip wondered.

"Well, let's give you a few instructions, shall we? And, since you're in no condition to remember anything I'm telling you, I'll just put this into your mind directly. That way, you'll know exactly what to do after you . . . recover." Phillip said, chuckling.

<<Here are your instructions, Lex. Once you can think clearly again in a few hours, you'll drift off to sleep. Just stay in bed, and sleep. When you wake up in the morning, you'll clean yourself up, and then continue business as usual. You'll tell anyone who asks that you were alone in your bedroom, watching TV until you fell asleep. As soon as possible, you will create an e-mail account for yourself at eros.com. Your ID will be velosaty001. Once you've created it, e-mail me immediately at my address at eros.com, sametravels1. I'll give you further instructions then.>>

After checking to make sure the directions were firmly in place, Phillip withdrew from Luger's mind and arose from the bed. He gathered his clothes, went into the bathroom, and took a shower. Relaxing while the warm water washed away the sweat and few drops of Luger's semen that still clung to him, Phillip couldn't help but laugh.

<<Velosaty. Sametravels! NO one's going to get 'slavetoy' and 'slavemaster' from them. Of course, if anyone does and causes enough trouble, they can always be . . . dealt with. I must say, though, I didn't realize how much professional wrestlers make, ol' Lexxie boy in particular. I've managed to get some nice pocket change from some of the people I've controlled. But Lexxie puts me in a whole new ball park. He can easily send me 1,000 dollars a month with putting a dent in his pocket, OR raising any suspicions. And I still have to wonder, where did these powers come from? Not that I'm complaining, mind you, if anyone's 'listening'! So, Phillip, what's next? A good question, Phil; I'm glad I asked. I'll have to give that some serious thought.>>

Phillip soon finished and dried himself off. "But there's no hurry." Phillip muttered, grinning. He got back into his clothes and stepped out of the bathroom. Luger was still laying on the bed, the sweat and cum now almost completely dried on his body. Phillip picked up the cum stained towel off the floor and tossed it back into the bathroom. He went over to the bed and found the tube of KY, slipping it back into his pocket. "There, everything back the way it was. Well," said Phillip, smiling devilishly as he looked at Luger, "ALMOST everything."

With that, he walked to the door. He paused for a moment and scanned the area. All the guests were asleep. No one would be the wiser about the night's events.

<<Besides me and Lexxie, of course.>>

Phillip opened the door and went out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He checked to make sure it was locked, and the DO NOT

DISTURB sign was still on the door. <<Don't need the maid to bring new towels and change the bed sheets too early tomorrow, after all. Especially with Lexxie in his current condition.>>

Whistling to himself, Phillip headed down the hall to the elevator. As he descended, he was struck by an idea.

<<There's a thought. With what I'm capable of now, I should be able to control several people at once, if I do it right. And I didn't have nearly enough fun with the football team. . . >>

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