Dark Temptations

by Eric Alan Williams

  The Immortium: Volume 4

  Dark Temptations

  By Eric Alan Williams

  ISBN: 9781699684771

  Copyright © 2019, By Author Eric Alan Williams

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  Chapter 0- Flashback.

  Seven years ago, before the arrival of the Crimson Comet...

  July 23rd, 2111, Travis Newstead loved the club scene but not so much that it distracted him from his studies. He was the life of the party, always a jokester, he loved playing pranks, and ninety percent of the time, his playful attitude was always in good taste. The tall dark-headed young man had just left his last evening class for the night, and since it was a Friday, he decided on visiting a club called Club Laser.

  Travis could only be explained by his friends as an educated jock, friendly, never the type to let his good looks go to his head or pick on others. In high school, he was often known as the bully, of the bullies. He hated seeing people mistreated. It was how he was raised. He came from a good family, a family that was mostly religious, but not so spiritual that Sundays and Wednesdays were in a time-locked set of religious practices, but religious enough that he was a believer.

  Travis was in his second year at Armstine University. He was there on a full-ride thanks in part to a laser ball scholarship. He was studying to be a teacher. He wanted to teach English when he was done...

  Travis was to meet up with a few of his buddies at Club Laser, and then afterward, with his fiancé Michelle. He kept reminding himself, only a few drinks while playing laser pool tonight. Michelle didn't care for his drinking but excused it since he only did it socially.

  Travis was wearing his usual attire, white-collared shirt, tight-fitting blue jeans, mismatched socks, and a pair of sneakers. His attire was snug, showing off the handsome man's physique. He was well-groomed, clean-shaven, keeping his dark hair slicked back usually, but tonight he had it spiked. He was dressed for the part, for after leaving the Friday night game of pool.

  Club Laser was new. It offered upscaled high tech from one end of the club to the other. He was surrounded by the latest gadgets, holographic technologies, and droids bustling all around him. Most of the bartenders at Club Laser were Civilian model droids, C-3's, which were robotical in appearance. They had a robotic spine connecting the upper torso with the legs, but all around, they were mechanical, easily distinguished having one eye that ran the width of the head, and lacked a mouth, only a speaker rested there.

  Tonight, was like any other Friday night for Travis. He was enjoying himself at laser pool. The happy-go-lucky-guy smiled as he bested a friend of his, Mitchell Davenport. The robust laser ball player scoffed. "Damnit, Newstead! That was my last twenty currency!"

  Travis grinned ear to ear, "Dude, if you're going to bet on a game, expect to lose dude. Now, come on? Pay up, bro."

  Mitchell logged into his phone and transferred twenty currency over to Travis's account. Travis looked at his phone, saw the alert, and grinned. "Until next time."

  Travis looked at his bulky friend sulking. Travis rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, man. Tell you what, I'll buy the next twenty currency in drinks, alright?"

  Mitchell's blue eyes lit up. "OKAY! BUT JUST GET US A PITCHER!" He yelled out as the music began to thud a little louder.

  "NO PROBLEM!" Travis said as he walked away.

  On the other side of the club, sat two individuals glaring at a pitcher of draft beer that had just been sat down by a gray-colored droid. Heidi, a rather unkempt young woman sat there glaring at the droid when it asked. "I need to see both of your licenses. The new drinking law is in effect, have you upgraded your licenses to allow for alcoholic consumption?"

  Heidi looked up and handed the droid her license. She kept constant eye contact with the droid. He looked at it, scanned it with the cyclops styled eye that it had, and handed it back. "Okay, you're good to go. And you, sir?" The droid asked.

  A gothic-looking guy with a spiked necklace and a tightly fitting white tank top looked up. He reached into a black trench coat he was also wearing, pulled out his spiked wallet and handed it over. The droid continued his diligent duties. "Okay, thank you for coming to Club Laser." The droid walked off.

  Cale looked over at Heidi, "I'm so fucking glad you sensitives can influence those damn droids programming."

  Heidi smiled. "Only those of us that are level six or higher baby."

  Cale rolled his eyes as he adjusted the spiked bracelets on both wrists. "Don't call me baby Heidi, we've been over this."

  "I know, I know, you're gay, not bi, I get it. So, what are we doing here anyway?' She asked while adjusting her black laced top. She adjusted herself a few times. The new tattoo she had on her chest, was that of a large bat, surrounded by spiderwebs, it was itching.

  Cale looked around. "I'm in the mood for a straight guy tonight."

  Heidi knew precisely what that meant. That meant Cale wanted her to use her mind control on someone. Wasn't the first time, and she knew it sure wouldn't be the last time either. Cale always asked her to do this, along with making them see things that gave him a kick. "Are you serious, Cale?"

  "We just did that last week. If you're really gay, why not go for a gay guy instead of having me, mind fuck some straight dude into letting you fuck him, and oh yeah, have me make you look like the devil to fuck with their minds when you're nutting."

  Cale grinned. "Hey, I'm not a sensitive, if I was, girl I would be mind-fucking these jock assholes left and right. And fucking them. But… I'm not, you are."

  Heidi sat there twirling her short black hair. She rolled her eyes and looked around. She didn't like it, but Cale was her best friend, and she always had a thing for him. She thought about mind-controlling him for a change, but it wouldn't be real, she knew that. Despite how she felt about the situation, deep down, part of her got turned on by watching two guys go at it, and she did have to be in the room to pull off the illusion that Cale was turned on by the most. "Fine, I'll do it." She looked around pointing around the room. "Well pick one I guess."

  Cale got all giddy. "FUCK YEAH!"

  He looked around the club. His eyes searching for the perfect guy. He loved clean-shaven men, men that he wanted to in some sick twisted way, defile. Cale had a dark side and a particular kink that he craved. He loved it when Heidi made him look like the devil. The illusion she could create seemed so real that the look of terror in the guy's face got him off. He saw a handsome young man with dark hair leaning at the bar, getting a pitcher of draft beer. He smiled and pointed. "That one!"

  Travis was swiping his I.D. card to pay for the beer. He was given two mugs. He was holding onto the handles with one hand and sipping from the pitcher with the other. He couldn't wait to get over to Mitchell and make amends for beating him again; the least he could do was pay for another pitcher which was exactly what Mitchell would have done anyhow.

  Travis became light-headed, he stumbled a little. He found a table and sat the pitcher and mugs down and began rubbing his temples right as the headache started setting in. "Damn, I haven't had that much, just three drinks." He thought.

  Travis had to sit down quickly. His head was pounding. The next thing he knew was the room started spinning. Everyone in the roo
m seemed to have halos around them, auras. He shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and looked around again. Suddenly he felt like he was on autopilot. He felt as if he was looking through his eyes but had no control over where he was going. As if another brain was driving and he was along for the ride.

  He was walking through the crowd like a zombie. His body moved not as if he was drunk but jerky. The next thing he knew, he was sitting down beside a young guy with brown hair, a goatee, and spiked bracelets and a necklace to match. There was a large goth girl sitting across from him with a tacky tattoo across her chest. She was flaunting it as she leaned forward looking at him. Travis sat there with a blank face.

  "Hi, what's your name?" Cale asked.

  Travis looked stunned as he spoke slowly. "Travis."

  "Well, Travis, my name is Cale, this is Heidi. We want to have some fun tonight, are you game for that?"

  Travis spoke slowly, almost as if he had been lobotomized. "What kind of fun?"

  Cale scooted over closer and reached up Travis's leg, grabbing him by the crotch. "That kind of fun."

  Inside Travis's mind, he panicked. Why was this guy touching him, and why was he unable to do anything about it. Travis didn't have anything against gay people, but he was straight, this wasn't natural to him, not to mention he was being groped against his will. He tried to speak. "I'm, not into this."

  Cale looked at Heidi. She was using a napkin to wipe away a little bit of blood dripping from her nose. She still got what his look was conveying.

  Travis felt his head hurt again. He felt compelled to say something contrary to his nature. "Sure… I would love to go have fun with you."

  Cale took Travis by the arm and led him out of the club. Heidi was close behind keeping her focus, not that she needed to do much more at this point. Her mind-control lasted for days on most people. As for Mitchell, he came up to Travis, seeing something odd. "Travis buddy, what's going on? Why are you hanging with Gothlings, Bro? And why are you on his arm like that?"

  Heidi diverted her attention to Mitchell. He was easy. The man walked away, thinking Travis never showed up. It took her less than a second to manipulate Travis's friend due to not just the alcohol, but the fact he literally had very little willpower.

  _____

  The warehouse.

  Heidi and Cale took Travis to an abandoned warehouse in Zone P2, the prostitution district. The building was dirty, filled with dozens of old matrices scattered all around the building. Prostitutes and Johns had been using it for a decade at least. Heidi had mind-controlled most of the usual inhabitants to stand guard.

  On the top floor, there was a room, a large vacant room. It was dirty, the smell of piss was heavy in the air. Travis tried to resist it, he wanted to puke his guts out from the odor's potency, but couldn't He was utterly under Heidi's psychic grip.

  He found himself looking at a fetish sling, mounted from the ceiling. It was black. It had wrist and ankle straps. Travis looked through his own eyes as his hands did things against his will. He took off his shirt. Cale was rubbing all over him. His hairy chest, neatly trimmed was intoxicating to the spiked punk molesting him.

  Travis wanted to yell out and tell the man to stop, but he couldn't; all he could do was comply...

  There was an old couch in the corner of the room, right where the lighting faded. Heidi was sitting there watching and keeping up her psychic control. She watched as the handsome man took off his pants, then his boxers, lastly his socks.

  Cale felt Travis's soft cock. He could tell he had some girth to it, maybe about six inches, but definitely girthy. Cale stopped feeling around. Travis was standing there like an automaton waiting on his next orders. Cale was getting frustrated. He started tugging on Travis's dick until it hurt. He wasn't getting hard. "I guess you really are straight."

  Cale walked around and knelt down. He began sucking on Travis's flaccid cock. Tears began streaming down Travis's face, but all he could do was say. "That feels good."

  Cale stopped, he stood up and started undressing. Cale had a lean body, and a much larger dick than Travis did, almost nine inches and the girth to match it. He was stroking and looked back at Heidi. "Can you make him get hard?"

  "What's the matter, that magical mouth of yours not doing it?"

  Cale was rubbing all over Travis's body. "I guess this one's straighter than I thought."

  Heidi began increasing Travis's blood pressure by merely willing it and directing it to his cock. He could feel himself getting hard, hard to the point that it hurt. Cale went back to playing with it.

  Travis felt compelled to pull himself up onto the sling as Cale fastened the wrist and ankle restraints. He was chained in, even if he wasn't being controlled, there was no way of getting out of this sling without help.

  He looked up at Cale rubbing all over his chest and pulling him closer. The next thing Travis knew, was Cale spitting onto his left hand and then feeling him rub it around his hole. "Oh, god!" Travis thought. "Dear God in heaven, help me, dear Jesus, be with me, please God, help me, Lord, help me!" He thought.

  "This one's a religious one," Heidi said.

  Cale turned around standing there naked. "Are you serious?"

  "Duh! I can read his mind, Cale."

  Cale turned around, that made his dick throb. He added more spit, stroking his cock.

  Travis's eyes couldn't widen. All he could do was look up at Cale and speak things that he had no will over. "I want you."

  Cale smiled as he forced his mushroom-headed cock inside Travis's untouched sphincter. He wanted to scream out, it hurt. He wasn't ready for this, the spit shine job that Cale did, wasn't enough for someone's first time, especially as girthy as Cale was.

  His eyes watered. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, Cale." He said against his will.

  "You a good Christian boy?" Cale asked.

  "Yes, I'm a good Christian boy. I want you to fuck my Christian hole, harder!" He said.

  Cale sped up, taking every advantage of using the swing to force Travis's body to take his thrusting. Travis just looked at him with watery eyes with a blank stare.

  "Fuck my hole, fuck my little dirty Christian hole," Travis said while under Heidi's influence.

  Cale took a while to get off, he could go for thirty minutes easy with the stamina he was blessed with. He was going to enjoy this one. Heidi had Travis saying all sorts of blasphemous things that amounted to him begging to be defiled.

  Cale started feeling like was starting to edge. "Heidi!" He yelled out.

  Heidi made Travis think it was Cale who had all of the control. As Cale thrust harder, while he did, Travis saw something that horrified him to the bone. The very thing that not only was raping his body but violated his spirit. He saw Cale's body change as his skin became red, long black horns burst from his forehead, and the rest of his body became beastly. Travis wanted to scream. It was an illusion, but Travis couldn't tell that. To him, he was being raped by the devil himself, and for Cale, the look on Travis's face aroused him so much that he got off twice inside the man.

  Cale got dressed as Travis hung in the sling, paralyzed by what he had seen and felt. Cale was on a high. He turned to Heidi. "That was the tightest damn ass I have ever fucked. I have to have this one again…"

  _____

  It had been six weeks since Travis went to Club Laser. He remembered everything but couldn't say anything about it. The hold that had been programmed into his mind was a strong one. Travis was starting to become withdrawn.

  He was sitting in his physics class. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pay attention as he should have. Every time he looked at the board and tried to listen to the instructor going over a valuable lesson, he couldn't focus. All he could think about was, he had to get back to the warehouse in P2. Cale had been fucking him every night since they met.

  The bell rang. Travis got up slowly. His back was hurting from being in that sling every night. His insides hurt. Every time he went to use the bathroom, it hurt when it came out. He was
bleeding, but he couldn't do anything about it. All he could think about was getting to the warehouse that night.

  Travis was pale, walking slowly. He had missed eight practices with his laser ball team. After his Physics class, he knew he had to report to Coach Burnside's office.

  Travis sat outside on a bench, waiting for the old man to come out and get him. His heart was pounding. He knew he was in trouble for missing so many practices. While most schools were free, Armstine University was one of the few, that you had to have the scholarship to be there. He knew that it was in jeopardy.

  Coach Burnside looked pissed. Travis, before he knew it, he didn't even hear the old man call his name twice. The next thing he knew, a balding man pushing sixty was towering over him in a red school t-shirt and kakis. The man had his arms crossed. "Travis?"

  "Yes, Coach Burnside?"

  "Come with me, Mr. Newstead."

  Travis followed the man. Once he stood up, he realized just how much shorter the Coach was. He was looking over his bald spot. He followed him into a small room and sat down in a blue chair. Burnside sat down in a leather reclining chair and leaned forward crossing his arms. "Travis, what is going on? You have missed eight practices and a game. You're one of my main runners. I need to understand what the hell is going on, son? This school is prestigious, you got here because of your talent in being able to deflect and score, and now… Are you on drugs? Because according to four of your teachers, your grades are slipping all over the place."