Friends Share (hypno)
by Touchstone
“If you don’t mind me asking, are you alright?”
The question startled Edwin out of his thoughts as he looked up to see the tall, large biker in the thick leather jacket who had just parked his motorcycle not too far from where he was sitting staring down at him with a look of concern. Edwin almost laughed at the question. No, he was not alright. He was stranded out here in front of a diner in the middle of the desert because the last trucker who had given him a ride this far was going in a different direction at the next intersection. There was no one else around who was headed for the city, and his classes would start the day after tomorrow. If that wasn’t bad enough, he had just gotten into a fight with his girlfriend over the telephone and instead of being understanding or kind enough to at least attempt to send someone out here to come and get him, she had reminded him that it was his fault that he had squandered most of his money on this backpacking ‘adventure’, and thus his fault that he was stuck in the middle of nowhere.
Their anniversary was tomorrow, she had blurted out over the phone. And if he wasn’t back by then, she was calling their relationship off.
So here he was, stuck in a jam. In front of a diner with the cold desert wind mocking him, and no money to get him anywhere- the last of his shillings spent on calling her. If he had known what little help she would have been, he would’ve called one of his friends for help. So now even that avenue was cut off. If he could only get to a teller machine, then he’d be able to withdraw some money, seeing that the assholes in the diner hadn’t even wanted to give him so much of a penny despite his pleas.
And still he looked up at the biker- a large, well-built man who looked like he was in his early forties sporting a goatee, a thick moustache and long hair that touched his shoulders- and smiled, saying, “No, I’m fine here.”
Clearly, that answer was not enough to satisfy the man, as Edwin looked down to find the man’s black boots still there, unmoving.
“Then why are you sitting here outside in the cold?” the man prompted further.
Edwin looked up at the man again, his eyes meeting the man’s piercing blue ones and found himself sighing, “Because the guy at the counter said that I can’t sit inside if I’m not ordering anything. And I can’t order anything because I have no money on me right now.”
Perhaps he was just tired, he thought to himself. Or maybe the man standing in front of him looked like someone who gave a damn for a change.
“Then get up then, boy,” the man said, offering his gloved right hand. “I’ll buy ya a drink.”
It was then that Edwin thought to himself that maybe his luck had finally changed. Of course, what he didn’t realize was that by the time this man was done with him, it wasn’t just his luck that would come out changed.
Without thinking twice, Edwin took the man’s hand, thanking him profusely as the man helped him up to his feet. As he gave the man his name, the man smiled and clapped him on the shoulder, introducing himself as “Leonard.” Edwin picked up his backpack, trailing after the biker back into the diner. Obviously, a free drink wasn’t going to solve his problems, but it was better than nothing. And who knew? Maybe he’d muster enough courage to ask the man whether he could borrow a few coins for the payphone.
They sat in the far corner, away from the scrutinizing glance of the man at the counter and the three other people in the diner who had refused him their spare change earlier. After the two cans of beer had been placed in front of them, Edwin thanked Leonard again before popping the can open and taking his first swig.
“So, how did you get stuck out here then?” Leonard asked.
Having not had someone to talk to on the road for so long, Edwin didn’t really need much coaxing into spilling his story. About how his girlfriend had refused to come on this trip with him. How he’d finished up all his money. And how he’d arrived here, desperately needing to get back to the university in two days and with no means of doing so.
“Well you’re in luck, then,” Leonard said with a smile. “I can give you a ride back to the city. It just so happens that I’m heading there myself.”
Edwin couldn’t believe his luck. He would’ve jumped at the offer immediately if something else hadn’t occurred to him. “Uh...I’m not too comfortable on motorbikes,” he admitted. “I used to have one, but I got into an accident last year which left me bedridden for a month. I’m not deathly afraid of them now, but I try to avoid them when I can...”
Leonard raised an eyebrow. “Well didn’t you say that your need was dire? Your lady friend is waiting for you back home, right?”
Edwin shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Well uh...yeah, but maybe you could just lend me some spare change? You’ve been so kind to me that I hate to impose on you any further. I’ll just call some friends and get them to come out here and pick me up.”
“Nonsense,” Leonard said. “You’ll be safe riding with me. I may even be able to help you get over your fear.”
“Really? How?” Edwin asked, suddenly interested.
“Have you ever heard of hypnosis?”
“Uh...yeah, but that’s like, movie stuff, right? No one can really do that in real life,” Edwin said sceptically.
“Then you wouldn’t mind if I gave it a try, then? If it doesn’t work, you’ll know when you get on the bike with me later, and you can just call it quits then and get off. I’ll give you the money you’ll need to call your friends. If it does work, then I’ll have done you two favours by the time we reach your university,” Leonard offered.
“Three,” Edwin reminded him, raising the can of beer.
“Oh, right. Three,” Leonard chuckled. “So? Are you willing to give it a try?”
Edwin didn’t really see how much he stood to lose, and so he agreed.
“So are you going to pull out a stopwatch?” he asked.
“No, I just need you to look into my eyes, and listen carefully to the sound of my voice,” Leonard explained. “Can you do that?”
“Of course I can,” Edwin scoffed, although trying his best not to show on his face how ridiculous he thought this thing was. He gazed ahead, straight into the depths of Leonard’s eyes. Leonard began speaking in a low monotone, his voice suddenly seeming deeper than Edwin remembered. This sudden change startled him, but it didn’t startle him enough to make him look away from Leonard’s unblinking eyes. In fact, there was something about the man’s voice that soothed him somewhat. From the start, Edwin could never really discern properly what the man had been saying to him, but it soon ceased to matter as he found himself suddenly losing focus, his eyelids drooping as he tumbled forward into the gentle caress of sleep.
“And I’m done.”
Edwin found himself sitting back upright with a start. How much time exactly had passed? Judging by the clock on the wall, he’d only been out for about ten minutes. Strange. He didn’t feel any different.
“Did it work?” Edwin asked.
“We’ll know when it’s time to leave. I’m still thirsty. Why don’t we just sit here a bit longer and have a couple more drinks? All on me,” Leonard offered.
Edwin accepted without hesitation, no longer worrying about imposing on this man in front of him. Deep inside, he was beginning to feel like he could trust him and depend on him. It was a comforting feeling. After being on the road alone for so long, he had almost forgotten what it was like to have good company. And Leonard definitely was good company. There was a kind of charm in the older man’s voice and the way he talked that set Edwin’s mind at ease. Since Edwin was done talking about himself, he let Leonard do the talking. Apparently Leonard was one of those people who didn’t really have a proper home. His lived his whole life on the road, travelling from city to city on his motorbike.
“Just me and the wind blowing in my face,” Leonard said proudly.
Edwin couldn’t help but be amazed. To start with, that was the kind of life that he fantasized. He hadn’t told anyone before, but he hated studying engineering. It had all been his parents’ idea. If it were up to him, he would want to live like Leonard, a feeling that he found himself divulging after the second can of beer.
“But I obviously can’t,” Edwin sighed. “I don’t have the money for that kind of thing.” Which made it occur to him that this man in front of him must be really rich. Seeing that he could afford that kind of lifestyle, as well as buy drinks for random strangers. Silently, Edwin found himself wishing that he could be more like Leonard. Not just in terms of wealth, but everything else. There was a confident air about Leonard that Edwin found charming. And judging by how well built he was, he was obviously in perfect health too.
“I’m not really that rich,” Leonard said, as though he had read his mind. “I just have a lot of good friends is all.”
Edwin couldn’t imagine how having lots of friends would allow you to live this kind of life, but he didn’t ask any further questions.
About two hours passed before Leonard finally decided that it was time to go. Edwin was beginning to feel tired a slightly woozy, though not really drunk. Leonard didn’t seem to show even the slightest sign of fatigue. ‘I just had too much to drink, is all,’ he thought to himself as he walked after his new friend. Leonard strapped Edwin’s backpack to the back of the bike before climbing on himself. He then pulled out a black motorcycle helmet and passed it to Edwin.
“But what are you going to wear?” Edwin asked, holding the thing in his hands.
“I never really wear it,” Leonard said. “I just like feeling the wind blowing in my face. You probably need it since you’re afraid of motorcycles and all. Should be reassuring to have that on your head.”
And as Edwin put it on, oddly, he did find himself reassured. As though by magic, he found himself able to get on the motorbike behind Leonard with very little hesitation. Grabbing the passenger bars behind him, he nodded at Leonard to confirm that everything was okay. The older man smiled back at him before starting the engine. And before Edwin knew it, he was on the road again, headed for home.
The first few minutes had been alright for Edwin. For a while he had thought that Leonard’s hypnosis had worked after all. But eventually, the motorcycle started to speed up and Edwin started to feel uncertain. This feeling eventually grew to fear as he found himself unable to stop himself from imagining accidentally letting go of the bars and falling onto the road.
Leonard never missed a beat. “Are you okay back there?” he shouted over the sound of the wind and the engines.
Edwin couldn’t even muster a reply.
Leonard stopped the bike, turning to look back at his young passenger. For a while, Edwin became worried that he’d have gotten the older man annoyed, and that he would be left out here in the middle of nowhere again- worse off than where he’d started as there was no diner or payphone in sight. Then he saw Leonard smile at him, and he sighed with relief.
“If you still feel nervous, perhaps you better put your hands around my chest,” Leonard suggested.
Edwin’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Y’know, like hug me from behind. If you hold on to me, it’ll feel more secure than holding onto those bars behind you,” Leonard pointed out.
“But...”
“Don’t worry about how it looks. Friends do that all the time,” Edwin insisted.
Hesitantly, Edwin managed an, “A...alright,” before leaning forward against Leonard’s muscular back, getting a strong whiff of leather and sweat before he put his arms around Leonard’s chest as instructed. As the motorcycle started moving again, Edwin found that, oddly, he did find himself feeling much better this way. There was something about having his arms around Edwin’s firm, muscular chest that made him feel secure. And while the smell bothered him at first, it eventually ceased to matter as they continued speeding off towards their destination.
“You can fall asleep if you want,” Leonard called out from in front of him. The older man patted his hands reassuringly with his left hand, still managing to keep control of the bike. “Just lie against my back and close your eyes. You won’t fall.”
It was odd that Edwin hadn’t noticed it until now, but he was getting sleepy. And while he had been afraid of falling asleep before, he found that he trusted Leonard. And so he leaned his face against the older man’s back, closing his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of the motorbike engine roaring over the wind.
He woke up finding that they weren’t moving anymore. It was still night and it felt like he hadn’t been asleep for more than an hour. He yawned and stretched, moving back as he felt Leonard stir, getting off the motorcycle with an apologetic look on his face.
“I’m really sorry, but I’m getting sleepy,” Leonard yawned. “I stopped because I didn’t want to risk getting us into an accident.”
“So...are we going to sleep out here then?” Edwin asked. He didn’t like the prospect of sleeping out here in the cold, but if they didn’t have a choice...
“Well, we don’t have to,” Leonard shrugged. “There is a motel about one hour’s ride from here. Only I don’t think I can last that long.”
“Then...”
“We can get there if you drive. I’ll sit behind you,” Leonard said.
Edwin’s eyes widened. “But-
“You remember how to ride a motorbike, right?” Leonard asked.
“Yes, but...I don’t think I’m ready.”
Leonard leaned closer to him, his eyes gentle and reassuring. “I can make you ready. But you have to open your mind completely to me this time. Are you willing?”
Edwin thought about it. The hypnosis thing had apparently worked just now, so why would it fail this time? If it meant getting a good night sleep, it was probably worth it. And it wasn’t like he didn’t trust Leonard, after all.
“Alright,” Edwin said finally. “Do it.”
Without coaxing, he looked up into the biker’s eyes, ready for that warm feeling of bliss to wash over him again.
The next one hour passed like a dream-like haze. By the time Leonard snapped him out of his trance, they were already riding at high speed, only this time it was Edwin’s driving, and the large biker hugging him from behind. The scent of sweat and leather was even stronger now, but Edwin found that he didn’t mind. He also didn’t seem to mind the fact that he felt strangely at ease- almost as if that accident last year had never happened. He felt so much at ease that he also didn’t seem to mind the fact that he wasn’t wearing a helmet anymore.
“Oh my God!” Edwin exclaimed. “You did it! I overcame my fear! Thank you!”
“Don’t worry about it, boy,” Leonard spoke softly into his ear. The feel of the man’s breath on his skin strangely soothing.
“But why did you do it?” Edwin asked. “You bought me drinks, you helped me with my fear, and you’re giving me a ride home. And yet you know I have no money or anything to pay you with. So why?”
“Because friends share,” Leonard grinned.
“I wish I had something to share with you,” Edwin sighed.
“Don’t worry,” Leonard said, hugging him tighter, overwhelming him with his powerful presence. “You’ll probably think of something later.”
For the rest of the ride, Edwin couldn’t shake the feeling of bliss he felt being held so tightly in a larger man’s arms. As they rode, Leonard whispered gentle words of encouragement in his ear, which made him feel even more at ease, made him melt even more into the larger man’s embrace, so much that he felt like a living, breathing extension of the powerful being behind him- like they were both a single person. He could feel the man’s hard length poking at his back, and it didn’t bother him. He continued listening to Leonard’s gentle words, even when Leonard’s hands had trailed down to his own hardening member, caressing it through his jeans. It was like their hearts were beating in unison- his larger, more powerful one commanding obedience from his own. And by the time they arrived at the motel the man had been talking about, it was obedience that Edwin had no hesitation in giving.
“One room please,” Leonard told the receptionist. And as the receptionist shuffled away behind his cabinets to find the key, Edwin looked up at Leonard and asked, “So...should I sleep outside beside the motorbike?”
Leonard clasped his shoulders in his large hands. “Nonsense, boy. You’re sleeping inside with me.”
It was more a command than an invitation. What else could Edwin do?
As Edwin closed the room door behind him, Leonard was already walking towards the toilet, discarding every piece of clothing he wore until he was stark naked by the time he reached the doorway to the toilet. Edwin didn’t find anything wrong about this. Neither did he find anything wrong with the fact that there was only a single queen-sized bed in the room. It didn’t matter. He could sleep on the floor. It was where he belonged anyhow.
“Are you going to shower?” Edwin asked as Leonard disappeared into the toilet, taking away the view of his perfectly sculpted ass.
“No,” Leonard replied. It was an answer that Edwin found strangely comforting. “I’m just going to take a leak.”
Unsure of what to do, Edwin found himself picking up Leonard’s clothes, stopping when he reached the older man’s boxers. The strong scent that hit him as he knelt over it was so great that he found his mind reeling. Not sure what he was doing, he dropped the other clothes and leaned forward, pressing and rubbing his face into them with such vigour that he found himself panting like a dog. As the scent wafted into his nostrils, overwhelming his brain, his member started to get painfully hard in his pants- so painful that he found himself fumbling to release the clasp of his jeans and set his member free. Once he pulled down his jeans and boxers, he found himself stroking himself. Hard. All the while, his face remained pressed onto those boxers on the floor. He needed more of that scent. He wanted it so badly that-
Suddenly the toilet door opened, and he found himself looking up at the perfect figure of Leonard. While he had only captured a glimpse of the older man’s naked form from behind, he now drank in the mind-numbing sight of the front, admiring the man’s perfect, hair-covered chest, down to the sculpted six-packs, and finally, the man’s elephantine cock staring down at him from a nest of thick black fur like a King looking down on a grovelling faithful subject.
He thought he was going to be scolded for being caught like this. It was embarrassing! What would Leonard say to him now? Would he chase him out for being a queer?
Strangely, the only thing Leonard said was, “I can’t piss in there. The toilet is backed up.”
Edwin raised his head, his face dangerously close to Leonard’s crotch, giving him a more potent dose of that scent that he had begun to crave. His eyes began to water, his brain continued to numb and his cock continued to stiffen. “So...wh..what are you going to do?”
Leonard’s eyes searched the room until it fell on Edwin’s backpack, lying in the corner. “You said you don’t have money,” he said. “What do you have in there?”
“Just c..clothes, towels, toiletries...travelling items,” Edwin replied.
“Empty that bag onto the floor,” Leonard commanded.
“But-
“Friends share, remember? You said you wished you had something to share with me. Now is your chance.”
Edwin tore himself away from the mesmerizing view of Leonard’s cock, stumbling across the room as he did as he was told, spilling the contents of his backpack on a heap in the middle of the room. He then looked up at Leonard expectantly as his friend walked up towards that pile, took aim, and started pissing on it.
Edwin’s eyes widened. Still he could not seem to figure out how to respond. Was he angry? How could he be? This man had done so much for him! But what was he doing anyway?
“I’m claiming these things as mine,” Leonard said. “You won’t mind sharing these with me, will you?” he asked.
“Of course not,” Edwin insisted. Although he suddenly found himself with a terrible longing for Leonard to piss on him for some reason.
And suddenly, he got his wish. Leonard turned towards him and sent a last squirt towards the shirt he was wearing and the boxers and jeans at his feet.
Edwin’s eyes widened hopefully. “Am I...”
“The clothes you are wearing are mine now too. Take them off,” Leonard commanded.
Trying his best not to let his disappointment show, Edwin did as he was told. When he was finally stripped naked, a small, weak voice from the back of his head reminded him of something, and he had to ask, “But what am I going to wear on the journey tomorrow?”
“You can put on those clothes again. I will let you borrow them,” Leonard said, sitting back on the bed. “Thank you, Edwin. You’re a good friend.”
Edwin started to move closer towards Leonard, unsure of why. “A...are you sure that’s all you want from me?” Indicating the pile of things that now smelled strongly of Leonard’s urine.
“What else would you have to offer me?” Leonard asked.
“My...my body,” Edwin muttered, his face burning with shame.
“And why would I want that?” Leonard asked. The question felt like a slap across Edwin’s face.
“Please,” Edwin begged, dropping to his knees in front of the older man, his eyes unable to tear away from the older man’s cock. “Would you let me share it with you tonight as a favour?”
“That makes four favours I’ve done for you,” Leonard muttered.
“I’ll give you anything else you want from me when we get back to the city. Please!” Edwin begged further.
Leonard smiled down benevolently at him. It felt like watching the sun bursting through the clouds.
“Alright then,” he said. “But there are two conditions.”
“Name them,” Edwin gasped desperately.
Leonard smiled mischievously. “I will name the other one tomorrow morning. The first one...” He got up and went towards his own leather bag he had brought with him, pulling out a leather hood that would cover the entire head save for the eyes, nose and mouth. “Is you must put this on.”
Edwin nodded eagerly. Crawling over to Leonard, he offered his head as the older man lowered the hood around his face. Edwin found that he loved the feel and scent of leather caressing his skin, shivering slightly as his cock started leaking precum. But what he hadn’t counted on was that Leonard had been talking about the hood ever since they were on the motorbike. And as the hood finally came on properly, a part of his mind gave way, and he suddenly found his mind smothered. Unable to form any new thoughts or recall any past memories, the person that had once been Edwin looked up at Leonard, his eyes glazed over and filled with nothing but adoration.
“What is your name?” Leonard asked him.
“I...I can’t remember,” Edwin replied honestly. Yet this sudden realization did not bother him. How could it? When Leonard’s presence wrapped around him and filled him with such tranquillity?
“Your name is Vincent,” Leonard told him. Of course! His name was Vincent! How could he have forgotten?
“You look hungry, Vincent,” Leonard continued. Almost immediately, Vincent found that his stomach was rumbling. His eyes were now fixated on the glorious piece of meat swaying in front of him at his master’s crotch. Back and forth, back and forth, he followed it until he couldn’t help it- leaning forward, he took his master’s cock into his mouth, suckling at it furiously. Revelling in the taste and the scent of the master’s pubic hair flooding his nostrils, he found his arms locking around the master’s powerful thighs, clinging on as though for his dear life as he bathed it with his tongue.
His master rewarded him by grabbing his head and thrusting eagerly into his mouth. Slowly at first, but eventually their joined bodies started moving faster in a lustful frenzy, Vincent suckling even more vigorously while his master humped his face faster and faster. Eventually, Vincent was rewarded by a flood of pearly essence that flooded his mouth and the sound of his master’s cry of pleasure. The taste and sensation sent Vincent over the edge, and before he knew it, his knees were bucking as well as he came at his master’s feet.
Leonard helped the boy gently to his feet and guided him towards the bed.
“Before we go to sleep,” he said. “Perhaps you should give me a tongue bath.”
Vincent waited for his master to lie down on the bed, and without hesitation, he proceeded to the task with an almost animalistic fervour. He drank in deliciously every drop of sweat that gathered on the master’s hairy chest, savouring the feel of his tongue brushing against the master’s hair. He spent more time licking at the master’s crotch and armpits, where the scent and sweat were strongest. Once the job was done, his master kissed him on the forehead before allowing him to sleep cuddled in the master’s warm embrace.
Edwin woke up the next morning to find himself lying on his side against Leonard’s chest, with Leonard’s left arm draped possessively over him. The hood was gone now- he couldn’t see it anywhere, which was a shame. He would have put it on immediately if he only knew where it was. Being Vincent last night had been so rewarding that he found himself detesting his own existence. Still the only thing that kept him calm was the fact that he knew deep inside that Vincent was still there- deep inside him. In a matter of time, his presence would continue to grow, and perhaps Edwin himself would eventually fade from existence. Grinning to himself, Edwin snuggled closer towards Leonard and lay awake there until the sun was well up and Leonard himself stirred. They both got dressed- Edwin revelling in the stench of urine in the clothes he wore, and checked out.
“Well, it’s time to send you home, then,” Leonard said. “But remember that there was one last condition you had to fulfil last night?”
Edwin nodded. How could he forget?
Leonard produced a small red pill from his pocket. “We are paying your girlfriend a little visit. I will wait outside her apartment and you will slip this into her drink. Once that is done, you will let me in. Is that understood?”
Edwin found nothing wrong with these instructions. Smiling, he took the red pill from Leonard’s hand and said, “Anything for a friend.”
Leonard patted his head. “That’s a good boy.”
The ride home was long and uneventful, for Edwin at least as he slept the whole time, nuzzling at Leonard’s back. By the time he woke up, the sky was getting dark, and they were already nearing the city. Edwin directed Leonard to his girlfriend’s apartment. Leonard parked outside and wished him luck as he walked up the steps to his girlfriend’s room.
She looked more than a little surprised to see him, but she let him in nonetheless. Edwin found himself unable to say much, but he listened as she apologized for how much of a bitch she had been these past few weeks. It all didn’t matter. All that mattered to him was the glasses of wine he’d removed from her refrigerator as she spoke, and the pill he slipped into her glass.
Being a more potent version of the drug Leonard had slipped into his beer the night before, by the time Edwin led Leonard up into her apartment, she was already struggling to stay awake, perfectly pliable to the commands that Leonard gave her.
Edwin watched as Leonard stripped her naked and made love to her on the dining table, all the while grinning proudly to himself. Friends share, after all. As his thrusting began to increase in speed, Leonard turned to look at him, and mouthed the word, “Awaken.”
All of a sudden, Edwin found himself staggering as though he had been hit by a solid force in the face. As his mind reeled, he fell to his knees and looked up to see the girl he loved being taken by a complete stranger he had met on the road earlier.
“Look, Edwin. Watch how she moans for me!” Leonard shouted. “You were never man enough for her. All you are fit to be is a slave!”
Edwin would have got up then, suddenly finding himself being overwhelmed with anger. But just as he was about to do so, Leonard came, letting out a howl of pleasure that was echoed by the woman beneath him.
Something in Edwin’s mind caved, then, as it had been programmed to do so earlier. It was like a switch had been flipped, and it would now forever be locked in that position. Leonard was right. He wasn’t man enough to protect his woman. All he would ever be fit to be, was someone’s slave.
Worry now tugged at his mind. Who would he belong to?
As his girlfriend lay in post-orgasmic bliss, Leonard pulled up his pants and walked over to her face. Edwin listened as he gave her instructions to forget everything that happened here tonight, as well as to deposit a fixed number of money into an account number that he slipped into her hands every month. When that was done, he backed away, and said to the both of them, “Friends share, after all. Thank you, Edwin. For last night and tonight.”
As he got dressed and made his way back towards the door, Edwin finally found the strength to call out to him, asking him to wait.
“Don’t go,” Edwin begged. “I... I...”
“You shared your body with me last night. What more do you have to offer?” Leonard asked.
“Everything,” Edwin replied. “I give you everything I own. Everything I am. My body. My mind. My soul. Mark me as yours, Leonard, please.”
Leonard turned away from the door, with a curious look on his face. “Are you sure that is what you want?”
Edwin had never been surer of anything in his entire life.
There was no hood this time. Edwin allowed his master to come inside his mouth as he did the night before, sucking as though his life depended on it. When that was done, he led his master into his girlfriend’s bedroom, where he and Jennifer had made love so many times before, and there, he gave the rest of himself to Leonard. As he felt Leonard enter him for the first time, he felt his memories began to ebb as he ceased to become Edwin. With every thrust, Leonard spoke to him, and those words became his truth. Every thrust brought the mindless puppet beneath Leonard’s powerful body one step away from Edwin’s meaningless life, and one step closer to the birth of Vincent. The boy knew no shred of resistance to the powerful God above him, allowing himself to take part in the transformation willingly as he filled every part of his soul with warmth and peace. It was like the master was wrapping him in a silk cocoon- one that burst apart the moment his master flooded his very being with his seed.
And so it was that Vincent was born, coming to life in a fire of passion that kept him and his puppeteer going the whole night, drenching the whole room with their love.
Vincent followed Leonard out of Jennifer’s apartment dressed in Edwin’s clothes. They went to the bank and transferred all of Edwin’s money into Leonard’s account. Edwin wouldn’t ever need it anymore. And neither would Vincent, for that matter. Because from that day forward, he would be with Leonard no matter where he went, forever loved and cared for.