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[b][u][center]The Man and the Mewtwo[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Chapter 2: Psychic Secrets[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Anonymous[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

[i]I can't believe that I quit my job,[/i] Fred thought. [i]Never thought that I'd be able to really afford to…[/i]

Then again, he'd never imagined that he'd be able to afford half the stuff in the bags dangling at the ends of his arms, either. Two new consoles for his channel, thirty games, a dozen different packaged foods for the fridge, a couple dozen movies…it was all the entertainment that he wanted for so long but had been unable to enjoy. He chuckled to himself as he hefted the bags up and down a few times, almost as if he needed to feel their weight to believe that they were actually real.

His life had changed dramatically in a week, and he had to admit that, while he still wasn't certain about his new roommate – particularly with all the weird furniture play that he kept doing – this particular update, this boost to his quality of life, was almost worth it. Almost.

Fred paused at the intersection across from his apartment, looking up at his window. There was a bit of golden light to be seen, but it was so faint that he was half-sure that he was imagining it. He looked back and forth, took a deep breath, and whispered again.

“I have a…"

He groaned, his cock once more throbbing up in his pants, pushing against the front of his jeans even after he swallowed the word back down again. Nope. That command was still there, and it was still bugging him.

Well, he supposed he couldn't be completely lucky. The fact that Mewtwo was keeping out of his life, as far as he could tell, and just asking him to bring back little bits and bobs from the store was a good enough deal for him. If he could keep getting paid a hundred thousand for that every week, he was completely alright with that.

He walked across the street and into the lobby. Bob, as expected, was gone for the day, not to return until at least ten in the evening, but Martin waved in his stead. The younger guy smiled.

“Whatcha got?"

“Just some new games and stuff."

“Fred, you look like your arms are gonna fall off. How much did you get?"

“Heh, enough."

“Hell, how'd you afford that? Don't you work at S-Mart?"

“I quit. I got a better offer."

“Jesus. If doing youtube pays that much, I'm in the wrong business."

He hoped that was all that people assumed he was doing. He was pulling in a lot of money very quickly, and while it was all distributed over a large set of people, he didn't know how investigating that stuff really worked. It could be that he was leaving a bigger trail than he thought.

He just hoped that Mewtwo knew what he was doing, but then again, as a psychic, he supposed that the Pokémon would have to.

Fred was almost at the elevator when Martin called after him. He turned around, the security guard waving him back.

“What?" he asked as he walked over.

“Uh, you know that, um, there's something in one of those bags…"

“What are you talking about?"

“The little black bag in the middle?"

Cocking his head to the side, Fred shook his head.

“I have no idea what you're talking about."

“Ah…right. Um, just be careful heading up. Your, uh…thing…looks like it's about to come falling out."

“What the hell –"

“Alright, alright, just…forget I said anything."

Waved off by the security officer, Fred went back to the elevator and stepped in. The doors closed, leaving him alone.

[i]That was freaking weird.[/i]

Looking down at the bags as he ascended towards the middle floor, he tried to see the little black bag that Martin had mentioned, but all the bags looked plastic or white to him. He even sorted through them, passing the bags between one hand and the other to try and see what the hell the security guard could have meant, but there were no black bags. At all.

Shaking his head, he waited for the elevator to reach his floor, already planning on putting out a complaint on the security officer.

The door opened, spilling out onto his floor, and he was about to step right into his apartment before he realized something. The door…was open. And inside…there were people moaning.

[i]…What the fuck is going on this time?[/i]

[i]Ah, you're home.[/i]

He still jumped, even though he expected to have his thoughts heard from here. Mewtwo still wasn't exactly quiet in his head, though he wasn't as loud as that first night, either.

[i]What are you doing? Why are there packages out here?[/i]

[i]Come in and see for yourself.[/i]

[i]This is you messing with me again, isn't it?[/i]

There was no answer, but he got a definite hint of smugness from inside his apartment. Grumbling, Fred stepped forward, walking over the stove this time – he wasn't sure how that was supposed to make things better – and then stumbling over a footstool before reaching the end of the hallway again. He looked around, and his eyes went wider than they had never gone before.

“The fuck is going on here?!"

His shout didn't disturb the mailman or the paper delivery man, neither of which bothered to stop sucking on the Mewtwo's thick pink dick. He hadn't even realized that his roommate had a dick, for that matter, let alone one that was that big. He stared, then looked away a few seconds later, covering his eyes.

“Couldn't you just…I don't know…hang up a goddamn sock or something?"

[i]They are blind to each other, just as anyone else that has come by has been deaf to their sounds.[/i]

“Why couldn't you have given me the same damn mercy?"

[i]Considering how you've wished me to stay out of your mind…[/i]

It was true and false at the same time. Yes, he had asked for the Mewtwo to keep his mental fuckery to himself, to keep that touch out of his mind, but there had been so many cases where Mewtwo had done just that despite his wishes. The time when he had meant to call out for Chinese and ended up ordering Mexican instead, the time when he had gone down to the shop to get some cookies and had come back with fruit, the list went on. It was always in the Mewtwo's interests, though, and this…

This was just to fuck with him again. He was goddamn sure of it.

“You're telling me you couldn't have hidden these two, just because I asked you to stay out of my head?"

[i]Let's say yes.[/i]

“Then next time, keep the sexual stuff out of my head, okay? I don't…I'm not against it or anything, but I'm not gay, and I don't want to see stuff like this."

[i]Are you sure about that?[/i]

“You've been in my head. Do I ever think about any dick besides my own?"

[i]I believe there have been more thoughts in other directions lately.[/i]

“What are you – I am not thinking of your dick!" he said, turning away as Mewtwo pushed the mailman back and waggled his dick around. “Put that away."

[i]I have many places where I can put it. Why don't you tell me where I should stick it?[/i]

“Wherever it was where I didn't see it before."

[i]That was an illusion. I have always had this out, always been naked. You just haven't seen it before.[/i]

“Well…put it back. Put it the fuck back."

[i]You really are not very comfortable with yourself.[/i]

“Put it back!"

He had no real way of ordering the psychic around, but he just hoped that Mewtwo would listen. This was bad enough, particularly as he knew that there would be plenty of people that would prefer to get their mail on time – and enough assholes that would complain about it being five minutes late – but this was something else. This was just something else.

Walking around them, he stumbled around an upturned couch, stepped over the loveseat, and just stared at the toilet floating on the wall. He couldn't look away for a few seconds, then sighed.

“I kinda need that."

[i]There are other ways.[/i]

“Put it back!"

[i]Must I?[/i]

“This is a bed situation. If I don't have that in the proper place, I'm going to be miserable really quickly."

[i]Hmm. I suppose you would be, considering human biology.[/i]

Trying his best not to consider what that meant about comparable Pokémon biology, he walked to the bedroom. At least everything there was more or less in the same place that it was supposed to be, even down to the game systems that he already owned. His computer was properly plugged in still, the webcam was situated right, and the TV was on and waiting for some gaming.

He tried to put the sounds of the mailman and the paper delivery man out of his head. He didn't know how or why Mewtwo had pulled them in, or why he wanted two random humans for sex, but this was definitely something he'd need to talk to the Pokémon about. People couldn't just be pulled off the street for fun. They needed to be left alone, or people were going to start asking questions, psychic or not.

It got harder and harder to put the sounds out of his head, though, particularly as they were getting louder with each passing second. He could hear the moans from the other humans climbing, and while he couldn't see what was being done, he could still [i]see[/i] Mewtwo's dick in his mind's eye.

[i]I wasn't thinking about that. I wasn't thinking about anything like that,[/i] he protested, still remembering what his roommate had said. [i]I just…wondered where it was.[/i]

[i]That was the next thing to thinking about it,[/i] Mewtwo thought at him.

“I thought you were staying out of my fucking head!"

[i]I could, but you seem to want me in and then want me out. What's your real desires on the matter?[/i]

“Sassy-ass fuck…"

Fred grumbled as he hooked up the PS4 and the latest Microsoft abomination. He was just about ready when –

“Mmmph!"

The gold light had solidified around him again, this time around his dick. He couldn't fight it as it tugged him along, almost like a hand and a leash in one, dragging him from his bedroom to the living room again. He struggled, stomping around, grabbing his doorframe in an attempt to keep from being dragged along, but every time that he tried to slow himself down, Mewtwo did something to speed him up again.

Soon, he was standing with his arms pinned to his sides in a psychic grip, the gold and white Pokémon looking up at him with that same amused smirk as ever.

[i]What's the matter? Worried that you'd enjoy it?[/i]

“I'm not gay, okay? Just leave me alone, so I can pretend this isn't happening."

[i]You are living in denial.[/i]

“Better than living in the world of crazy you're turning my apartment into."

[i]Perhaps I have been…abrupt.[/i]

“You sure as fuck have been."

[i]Allow me to share the pleasure.[/i]

“What?!"

Mewtwo's power flicked his zipper down, undid his pants, and then yanked them and his underwear right to the ground. Fred was left standing in just his shirt, with everything else pooled around his ankles. The golden light wrapped around his dick, lifting it up, pulling it forward before giving it a few slow strokes with such precision and talent that he actually…moaned.

He bit his lips, trying not to think about what was happening to him, how he was being fondled by something that didn't actually exist in this world, how his cock was being teased by another guy –

[i]By another creature, more accurately,[/i] Mewtwo said.

“Not helping!"

[i]Ah, but I believe I am.[/i]

Stroke, stroke, stroke. He was soon hard as a rock under the strange psychic tugging, the golden grip feeling like it was reaching through his cock down to the base of his nerves, rubbing them directly and teasing him with everything good. He bit his lips, trying not to moan too much more, but it was nearly impossible.

Up and down, up and down that grip went, another psychic hand playing with his balls, tugging on them and pulling them down, and then rolling them around. Fred gasped every time that they worked him over, biting his lips, holding back his protests. They'd do no damn good, and if he tried to talk, he was afraid he'd start moaning instead.

So, he stood there, clenching his hands into fists, holding back his reactions as best he could, keeping his mouth sealed tight as he wanted to moan his head off. His cock throbbed, getting stiffer and wetter, and he shivered as he was made to take a few steps forward.

The paper delivery guy, another human that was barely more than twenty years old, pulled back and turned his head. He smiled, a little silly mustache on his face making him look like some old-fashioned French charmer.

[i]Suck him.[/i]

The command went from Mewtwo to the paper delivery guy, and the hypnotized stranger shoved his head forward, swallowing up Fred's cock before he could protest.

“Nnngh!"

[i]Do you like it?[/i]

“This is…this is weird."

[i]But not unpleasant, I can see.[/i]

“Shut…shut up."

He tried not to let his moans come through, but it was getting increasingly difficult to actually feel bad about this. There was something about that mouth, something about the way that Mewtwo was looking at him. No golden eyes this time, so it couldn't be psychic power, but there was something happening, something going on, something so very wrong about this.

Then, he felt the head of his cock slipping into the back of the paper delivery man's throat, feeling those little mustache hairs against his own shaven crotch, and just groaned, letting his head slip away.

Up and down, up and down the hypnotized man – no, person, he tried to tell himself – kept moving, sucking away and licking along the underside of his cock. Fred bit his lips again, the moans coming out regardless, but he was doing his best to hold them in. Up and down, up and down those lips went, sucking and pressing against his cock, keeping a firm, tight seal, making it hard to think.

Up and down, up and down, constantly licking and sucking and teasing, making him stiff and hard and throbbing inside the other guy's mouth. He was doing his best to hold back, biting his lips, clenching his hands into fists, going tense and trying to pull back. Fred panted, puffing hard, his cock oozing and throbbing and twitching, dripping away, that tongue working up the base of his cock towards the tip –

“Mmmph!"

He moaned as the head of his cock popped free, a hand that was too callused and too big to be a woman's grabbing him tight. It shattered the illusion, but he was so close right then, so needy that there was no way for him to go soft again. He wanted to feel his orgasm, wanted to go over the edge, wanted to cum. He didn't know how long he could hold back, didn't know if he even did anymore.

Slowly, he started thrusting forward, sliding his cock against the other man's hand, unable to stop himself. He swore that there was some psychic power involved, but he couldn't be sure. All he could be sure of was that he was horny as hell, his body was driving him forward, and that the guy beneath him was more than willing.

“Ah…ah…ah…"

The delivery guy grabbed him tight, leaning forward, and licked just under the tip of his cock, right where the little folds of skin connected shaft to head. It was all that he needed to go over the edge.

Fred moaned, cumming hard, shooting his seed all over the young man's face. He panted hard, his cock throbbing and bouncing as he kept cumming and cumming, his balls pulling up tight and pressed almost flat against his crotch as he spilled his load. He couldn't stop, didn't want to stop.

The gold light milked the last of his seed over the hypnotized man's face, finally letting him pull back. Fred did just that, panting and shaking his head, finally able to think clearly.

[i]I…I just got sucked by a guy.[/i]

[i]And was it so bad?[/i] Mewtwo asked.

[i]Yes! No! I…I'm going…[/i]

“Ugh." He shook his head. “Talk…out…loud. I'm going back to my room…I don't want any more distractions."

[i]Heh, well, if you do, and you need to calm down. Check the little black bag.[/i]

“There is no black bag."

[i]Just like there was no Mewtwo when you were getting to bed that first night?[/i]

Fred's eyes went wide at the remembrance of that first night, how Mewtwo had made himself invisible due to a bit of mental fuckery. He shook his head slowly.

“What did you do?"

[i]Go find out.[/i]

“What…did…you…do?"

[i]I do believe I just said what you had to do to find out.[/i]

Glaring at his roommate and trying not to feel the need to kill him, Fred went back to his room to do just that.

There, sitting in the middle of the bed, was a black bag that he'd definitely not seen before. It couldn't have been in the bundle of bags that he'd carried home, but yet, there it was. Had he really gone somewhere and bought something without knowing about it?

[i]Considering everything else he's made me do, it wouldn't be surprising.[/i]

Taking a deep breath and trying not to be too worried, he walked over to the bag and pulled it open.

Past the tissue paper that blocked the item inside from sight, he saw something thick and black. He cocked his head to the side, pushing the paper out of the way –

“GAH! Are you kidding me?!"

It was a dildo. A big, fat, heavy dildo that looked…disturbingly like the cock that he had seen Mewtwo sporting. The last thing he wanted was to have something like that. It wouldn't calm him down in the slightest, and he wasn't fucking gay.

[i]You did just have your cock sucked by another man,[/i] Mewtwo said.

“Bi at most! I'm not interested in…in…"

He shook his head, throwing the dildo off to the side. He hadn't bought that. No way that he bought that.

…

Okay, there was every way that he'd bought it, but only because he was being controlled at the time. He never would have done that solo. Never would have gone out and bought something like…that. It was embarrassing.

Desperate to have some sort of distraction, he booted up his new PS4 and started making his way through the system settings. The console had come with a bunch of games on its own, and he had a dozen more that he was more than eager to get started on. He could lose himself in that for a while and not have to think about…well, anything.

All he had to do was play.

All he had to do was not think about the dildo.

Yet, with every step, all he could think about was the fact that he had a dildo in his room now. He could see it out of the corner of his eye, closer to him than he thought it was. Mewtwo might have been moving it when he wasn't watching, but if he was, he was being very sneaky about it, never doing it when he looked back, never keeping it shifting around.

Fred kept looking back anyway, unable to help himself as he looked at the thick black toy. It was big and fat, probably too big for him to take, even if he wanted to. Which he didn't, of course. He was just finding good reasons for not wanting to take it.

He looked back at the TV, the colors on the screen just dark enough to make a reflection possible, and he could just make out the toy sitting on the floor. He shook his head, blocking it out –

“GAH!"

Then the toy was beside him, sitting right next to him on the bed. He jumped up, opened his mouth –

“MMMMNNNNGH!"

He barely got the first letter of Mewtwo's name out, a record in and of itself, before the conditioning and hypnosis hit him. He slumped to the floor, gasping as his cock throbbed back to life, still sticking out of his pants since he didn't zip up or pull them back on. He groaned, shivering, panting, his dick bouncing and twitching in front of him and already oozing pre.

[i]I told you not to get too worked up. That thing is there for you if you want to ease yourself.[/i]

“You fucker…"

[i]I believe it is proven medically that you will get more relief from your prostate than you will from your testicles or your penis.[/i]

“Fuck…you…"

[i]I am merely quoting your own journals.[/i]

Fred groaned from his position on the floor, taking several deep breaths as he tried to force the sheer level of pleasure back down. The need that he'd awoken by trying to shout his roommate's name had almost taken him off his feet and into the TV, and even now he was barely able to get up on his knees.

Shivering, he managed to push himself up with the stand just under the TV, groaning as he got to his feet and hobbled back to his bed. He was still panting, still huffing and puffing as he tried not to think about the sheer need between his legs. Picking a game at random, he booted it up and got playing.

The problem was, even though the game itself was a good distraction, he couldn't forget about all the need between his legs. However, he didn't want to give in and start stroking himself; that would just be another reminder of how it had felt to have someone suck him off just now. Anything on his dick would remind him of that…for some reason. He blinked, trying to think about that, but it was buried beneath his need again too quickly for him to consider it properly.

Instead, on the next loading screen, he looked back at the toy.

[i]Could put that in, just…let it sit there. Wouldn't have to take my hands off my controller, either.[/i]

Fred shook his head. It was a bad idea. Too big by half, and he might…might enjoy it too much.

[i]Only me here…Mewtwo is busy out there…[/i]

He waited for the Pokémon to prove him wrong, but not only was there no retort, but there was some sort of psychic moan in the air, almost like Mewtwo was a bit too busy having his own fun to pay attention to him.

[i]Well…[/i]

He shook his head.

[i]No, no, no, a hundred times no. I am not putting that in my ass.[/i]

Fred shook his head, turning back to the game.

He tried. He really did. He kept his attention on the game for nearly an hour, his cock throbbing the whole goddamn time, and Mewtwo moaning in his head for almost the same amount of time. The only time that shifted was when the Pokémon seemed to shift position out there, a pause in the pleasure taking up the airwaves, only for it to start again. It was annoying as hell, very distracting…

And it made his cock all the harder.

The need from trying to shout the damn Pokémon's name hadn't gone down in the slightest, either, and the game wasn't enough.

He looked down again, panting, sweat rolling down his face and his cock throbbing so hard that it almost hurt. Fred whimpered under his breath, the sound surprising him, but he didn't hesitate as he finally reached for the package.

“God fucking damn it. Mother fucking fuck for a roommate…"

He didn't want it, but his body did. He kept telling himself that. Fred the person didn't want it. Fred the body did. It wasn't him. He wasn't gay. He was just trying out something else.

The package came off quickly, thankfully, and he tossed the plastic halves to the other side of the room. The toy itself seemed to already be very slippery, to his surprise, and as he rubbed it between his fingers, he swore that it was pre-lubed or something like that. Hard to believe, but maybe someone had managed to come up with a way to do it.

Either way, he needed it. Now.

He sat the wide base down on the bed, standing up over it and then looking over his shoulder. It was…big. Probably about nine inches long and a good two inches across, maybe a bit more. He'd never put anything up his butt before, either, and he didn't know if he would be able to fit this thing inside of him.

But…if he was going to stay sane, he needed to try something.

With a groan, he pushed back, feeling the tip against his pucker. It was already very slippery, very wet, and he shivered as he felt a strange heat passing between the lube and his hole. Was there something…different about it? Some sort of warmth to the chemicals down there? It felt like it.

[i]You're not watching…are you?[/i] he thought at Mewtwo.

No answer, just more moans.

[i]You're not…good.[/i]

It would have been embarrassing as all hell if he was being watched. The last thing he needed was the psychic throwing this back at him later. It was bad enough that he had to do it in the first place.

Slowly, he pushed back, gradually letting the toy sink into his hole. He bit his lip as the pointed tip rubbed against his pucker, the very narrow top sliding in easily enough, but the rest took more effort. He gritted his teeth, slowly pushing back, feeling his hole burn as it started to thicken up a bit more.

Yet, at the same time…

At the same time, it got…easier. Not simpler, because it was still stretching him, still making him work to take it, but easier, like he was a bit more relaxed about it. Maybe he just needed to feel it stretching him open to break the taboo or something. That might make some sort of sense, he guessed.

He pushed back a bit further, sinking another few inches into his ass, sighing slowly as he felt…better. Not sure why, but just a bit more relaxed. Further, further, his arms going a little bit limp, a little slow. He died in the game, but that was alright. He didn't need it for a distraction so much anymore. This was better, anyway, giving him more of what he needed.

Up and down, just pulling a bit towards the tip so that he could work a bit more in. It was…feeling better than he thought it would, he had to admit. Better than he'd expected by some way.

[i]This…this is wrong…[/i]

He tried to pull up to the tip, trying to slide off the cock, but as soon as he felt the tip about to leave his ass, something changed. Fred shoved himself back, surprising himself by taking the whole thing in one move, his ass suddenly impaled by nine inches of rubber toy. He gasped, his eyes going wide, the controller falling from his hands as he sputtered, almost choking on his own wind.

[i]How…the…fuck…[/i]

He sat there, going completely limp for almost ten minutes, his hole squeezing down repeatedly on the thick toy that had him impaled. He took a deep breath, then another, then another, trying to pull himself together, but it was hard. So very hard.

[i]Breathe…breathe…[/i]

[i]Feels…so good…[/i]

He was surprised at how good it felt, his hole clenching down on that big fake cock. Fred slowly pulled himself up again, groaning at the weird, relaxing, happy feeling that seemed to fill him every time that the toy moved.

[i]Maybe…maybe Mewtwo knew what he was talking about.[/i]

[i]I always do.[/i]

There was a slight yelp from him, but not as bad as it had been before. No great shock, just…surprise. He slid back, moaning softly as he was filled to the brim by the toy.

[i]I told you that it would feel relaxing.[/i]

[i]Yes…yes you did.[/i]

[i]Just ride it and enjoy for now. You don't need the game. Just relax and enjoy. You deserve it.[/i]

Yes…yes, he did deserve it, didn't he? He deserved the chance to enjoy himself for a change. He deserved the chance to have some fun, even though people told him that he shouldn't enjoy something like this.

[i]People? I thought…didn't I…[/i]

Like his other confusions, the thought was buried under his own pleasure, leaving him sighing happily as he worked himself up and down the toy, ramming it into him after a few minutes. The bed started squeaking, the floor started creaking, and his character in the game kept dying. None of it mattered to him, though; he was just enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full of a big, hefty toy.

[i]Let me.[/i]

The Mewtwo helped him up with a psychic touch from the other room, helping him to stand while getting a good grip on the toy. That psychic grip shoved it in, hard, harder than he could do on his own, and Fred savored the feeling.

[i]Don't worry about it. It's not gay. It's just…fun.[/i]

“Just…fun."

And for that moment, for that moment right there, he believed it. He completely, totally believed it, letting Mewtwo fuck his ass with a toy while the psychic went back to rearranging the apartment. Again.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]