Absolute Control
Copyright© 2026 by psych
Chapter 1
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Danny has been humiliated ,gone broke and homeless on the same day. While he was pickpocketing he finds blue phone on a dead man with only one app called Absolute control on it. See what he does with it and it does with him
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Magic MaleDom
“Danny, where is my homework?” Joshua asked, cornering Danny against the cold concrete wall of the back stairwell.
Danny regularly completed homework for seniors, but he never worked for free. He glanced toward the heavy, windowed fire doors, but they were shut tight. “I didn’t get the payment, Josh. Having money problems recently?”
Joshua’s girlfriend chuckled lightly, her voice echoing sharply against the sterile cinderblock walls.
Joshua’s face darkened, trapping Danny against the metal banister. “I was about to let you off lightly, but now you just had to use that smart mouth of yours, right?”
Joshua spat directly onto Danny’s shoe. “Clean it. Use that rag you call a shirt.”
Suddenly, the heavy fire door squeaked open on the landing above. Heads turned. Danny’s eyes turned hopeful as he looked up through the gap in the banister. It was his history teacher Elizabeth, holding a stack of papers.
For a second, her footsteps stopped on the concrete steps. She took one look down at the tense group, gripped her papers tighter, turned right back around, and let the heavy door slam shut behind her.
Danny didn’t wait around for Joshua to make the next move. Crouching low as if reaching for his shoe, his hand dipped straight into his own pocket instead. His fingers closed around a handful of coarse sand—something he kept on him just for occasions exactly like this.
With a sharp upward whip of his arm, Danny flung the grit straight into Joshua and his girlfriend’s faces.
Joshua yelled, instantly blinding himself as he clutched his eyes. Before the senior could even register what happened, Danny drove his foot hard, straight into Joshua’s groin.
“Fuck you for being a cunt!” Danny spat.
Joshua doubled over with a breathless groan, crashing against the metal banister. Danny didn’t waste a single second. He spun on his heel and took off bounding down the concrete stairs three at a time, the heavy fire doors slamming behind him as he burst into the main hallway.
Danny burst through the school’s double doors and into the crisp air outside, not wanting to spend a single extra minute in that shit-hole building. God knows he already spent too much time there.
Recently, the only reason he stayed late or arrived early was to scout for clients. He desperately needed the cash. Every dollar went straight to the drunk asshole he called an uncle, just to keep a roof over his head and pay rent.
. Danny was good at what he did. He had ghostwritten so many essays and received enough teacher feedback to master the entire faculty’s preferences. He knew exactly which teacher preferred flowery prose, who liked blunt arguments, and how to completely shift his writing style so no two papers ever sounded the same. He was a chameleon, and Joshua had just lost his best asset.Danny does one or two pro bono work, but joshua has money from all the drugs he sold everyone.He needs to lay down for a while, with kick in the groin and his goons all around the school situation.
Danny boarded the local bus, immediately shifting into his element. Seeing a struggling old lady, he stepped forward and gently helped her up the steps. But as he moved up and down the crowded aisle, his gentle touch turned into a predator’s precision. His fingers slid into pockets and bags, lifting cash from unsuspecting commuters. He even paid the bus driver using the stolen money he’d just swiped a minute prior.
As the bus rumbled along, Danny watched the passengers closely. He studied the entire spectrum of the downtrodden masses trapped inside the metal frame. There was a young woman whispering harshly into her phone, arguing with her mother in hushed, bitter tones. A few rows down, an office worker dozed off, completely exhausted from a brutal shift under what Danny guessed was an asshole boss.
By the time the sky grew dark, the bus began to empty out. That was when Danny noticed a man leaning heavily against the window.
The man was completely unresponsive, and a thick trail of white foam was starting to bubble out of his mouth.
Danny’s survival instinct kicked in, but so did his opportunism. He stepped closer and slid his hand into the dying man’s pocket, searching for a wallet. There was no cash. His fingers only found a device—an abnormal, strikingly bright blue phone. Danny grabbed the strange phone, pulled his hand back, and quickly stepped off the bus into the night just as the doors hissed open.
Danny walked the final blocks to his apartment, his chest tightening with every step. The adrenaline from the bus ride faded, replaced by the familiar dread of going home.
He unlocked the front door as quietly as possible, hoping to slip past unnoticed. No such luck.
The apartment smelled of stale beer and cheap cigarettes. His uncle was slumped in the worn armchair in the living room, the flickering blue light of the TV illuminating the empty bottles scattered around his feet. He blinked heavily at Danny, his face instantly twisting into an aggressive scowl.
“You’re late,” his uncle growled, his voice thick and slurred. “Where’s the money? Don’t tell me you came back empty-handed again, you little parasite.”
Danny reached into his pocket, pulled out the stolen cash, and threw it onto the table. “That’s all I have,” he said, his voice flat.
His uncle stared at the pile, then looked up, finding an insult where there wasn’t one. “I never gave attitude when your parents died and left a useless, worthless piece of shit on my doorstep,” he sneered.
The room grew freezing cold. “Don’t talk about my parents,” Danny said, his fists clenching at his sides.
“Oh, we’re getting touchy, are we, Danny boy?” His uncle leaned forward, a ugly grin spreading across his face. “Your mom was a drug-addicted whore.”
Something inside Danny snapped.
Before his brain could register the danger, Danny lunged forward. His fist connected hard with his uncle’s jaw. The heavy blow landed cleanly, sending the big man stumbling back into the armchair, completely stunned.
His uncle gasped, shaking his head as his eyes filled with rage. He started to push his massive frame up from the chair. He was a giant compared to Danny, and once he got his bearings, the retaliation would be brutal.
Danny didn’t wait around for it. He spun around and bolted out the front door, slamming it behind him.
As he ran down the dark apartment stairs, his own voice echoed in his head, repeating one of his strict rules for surviving in this shit-hole neighborhood: Always avoid a physical fight if you can. He had broken his own rule, and now he was out on the street with nowhere to go.
Danny walked for hours. He kept his head down, putting as many blocks as possible between himself and his uncle’s apartment. That punch was the final straw. There was absolutely no way he was ever going back to that house again. At least he was seventeen; he was close enough to adulthood that he wouldn’t have to deal with the living hell of the foster care system.
Eventually, the adrenaline drained completely from his system. His muscles began to ache, and a heavy, bone-deep tiredness crashed over him.
He slumped down onto the concrete curb at the side of the road, burying his head between his hands. The reality of his situation started to sink in. He was entirely homeless. He would probably have to find a cheap, roach-infested motel in the absolute worst part of the neighborhood just to have a place to sleep.
He didn’t even have his wallet. All he had left to his name was the strange blue phone he’d taken from the unconscious man on the bus.
Danny reached into his pocket and pulled the device out. The bright blue casing almost seemed to glow against the dark, empty street. He pressed the power button, bracing himself for a lock screen.
Instead, the screen swiped open immediately.
“Wow. No password, huh? What a sucker,” Danny muttered to himself.
He tapped through the interface, expecting to find the digital footprint of a normal person. But there was nothing. No background image of a family, no contacts, no call history, and no photos. He swiped down to check the top bar—there wasn’t even a SIM card or a network connection listed, yet the phone was fully powered and functional.
It was completely blank.
Frustrated and too exhausted to figure out the mystery, Danny locked the screen, slid the heavy blue phone back into his pocket, and stared out into the dark street.
A strange, unexpected sensation washed over Danny as he stared at the cracked pavement. Even with all the despair, the hunger, and the uncertainty of where he would be tomorrow, this was the first time in his life he felt a deep, genuine calmness.
For years, he had been walking on eggshells, constantly waiting for his uncle’s next drunken explosion or a client’s violent betrayal. Now, the worst had finally happened. He was homeless, broke, and hunted.
Maybe rock bottoms give you something solid to stand on, he thought, a faint, bitter smile touching his lips. There was a dark irony to it—he had less than he ever did, yet he finally felt free.