The Talent Agency
Copyright© 2025 by bpascal444
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - In this third installment, we continue Tom Carter's story of coming to terms with his new-found abilities to influence others, discovering other aspects to these powers, and beginning to understand how he came by them in the first place. He finds that his gifts are the accidental byproduct of failed military experiments to enhance the senses and abilities of soldiers. But even if the failures ruined a lot of lives, the prime movers aren't ready to give up, having come so close to success.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Ah, yes. My “research”. A quick precis for those too lazy -- whoops, I mean, too busy -- to read the preceding chronicles in which I detail how I came to inherit these talents I have, and which I’m still trying to understand myself.
Skipping over a lot of the details, it happened this way. As a freshman in high school in the early 1990’s, I was out skating with my friends at Parker’s Pond one winter day, trying to impress girls and having little success. We invented a game that involved a lot of crashing into one another trying to throw an old hockey glove into a rusty barrel lying on its side on the shore.
Somehow I caught the flying glove and made a dash for the barrel. I hit some ice ridges and went flying head-first into a stump and some discarded unlabeled paint tins. I wound up bleeding and unconscious lying among the cans.
They finally figured out I wasn’t dead yet and someone called 9-1-1, and before long I was headed to the hospital, still unconscious. And I wouldn’t wake up. They called it a concussion and I remained in a coma while they tried to figure out how to fix me, but then my temperature suddenly went sky-high.
Odd, because that’s not a normal effect of a concussion. So they cooled my body with ice while they perused their medical tomes for clues, and injected me with antibiotics. But after several days my temperature returned to normal and I came slowly back to consciousness. The doctors patted themselves on the back for their skill.
I was hazy for several more days, but I could communicate, slowly, and found that my thought processes had changed in some way I couldn’t define, as if I were seeing people differently. And I found that I had some new talents I hadn’t been aware of.
Describing it in a broad-stroke way, I discovered I could now do a couple of interesting things. One, I could stimulate physical sensations in a person’s body. Remotely. I had to be able to see them, but I could, for example, make them shiver, or sneeze, or fan themselves because their body was suddenly hot.
I was just fifteen at the time, so the physical sensations I tried inducing were more focused, like making women’s nipples hard and sensitive, or making them feel like a tongue was teasing their clits. What’s more, it would feel like their own body was causing it, not an outside agent. It would feel puzzling and unexpected, but not creepy.
It wasn’t limited to just those sexy things, of course, but that’s what I focused on because, well, I was fifteen, for heaven’s sake! All of my friends were fascinated by girls, even though they hardly paid attention to us. I eventually named this ability to stimulate physical sensations channeling.
I also found that I could send specific emotions or feelings to people, for example, to make people like me or trust me, or to decide that I was smart. For this I made up a word, linkcasting. I wound up mostly using it to encourage women to be attracted to me, to be aroused at my touch, and the like.
But after my initial elation, I soon realized that these were skills that would make me a target, of governments, of corporations, of almost anyone who wanted to use them for their own purposes. Letting it become known, even inadvertently, that I knew how to do any of this would jeopardize me, my family, anyone I cared about. So I’ve told no one. Not that they’d be likely to believe me anyway, but still best that it remain my secret.
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