Controlling the Hacker

Warning: This comic book themed short story involves mind control, telepathic bondage, spanking, two hot men, and a first time gay experience.

Excerpt:

He raised an eyebrow slightly, then stood up and stepped away from the laptop. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” I asked innocently.

“Using your power. Did you really think a mundane would come to recruit you?”

I stared at him somewhat blankly. Yeah, that had been what I thought, because I couldn't really wrap my mind around ever meeting another person like me. I'd come across people who claimed to be psychic or bullshit like that, but they were just crazy or con-artists. There was nothing physical to indicate I was using my power. Had he read my mind?

“Yeah, I did,” he said and I swallowed hard. Well that complicated things. “I also know you're a desperate closeted virgin who's been ogling me since I showed up. So why don't you stop trying to find ways out of this and just accept a bright new future?”

“Or what? What's the threat here? Are you gonna shoot me? Or just mindfuck me until I say yes?”

Dolan—if that was his real name—chuckled before he lunged toward me. His hands pushed my shoulders back to pin them against the back of the couch and he straddled my lap, effectively holding me in place.

“There are better things to fuck than your mind.”

I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep myself from reacting to suddenly having a gorgeous man in my lap. The fact that he'd broken in here for some shady secret purpose didn't matter to my libido.