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“Lucas, you mind if I borrow your car today? I need to get to work,” Dad says.

“Did your SUV break down?” asks Lucas, confused.

“You know you own both cars in the driveway. Your mother and I can't borrow your car without your permission,” Dad says, “It's the law. Can't steal someone's car, even if that someone's your son.”

“Uh, yea. Okay, sure, whatever, you can borrow it,” says Lucas. Dad nods and goes back to what he was doing. Lucas looks at me oddly for a moment, standing at the threshold, but I shrug and go back to my room.

Now I know I can use this weird gift to take things away from people and to give things to people. Now I'm curious about whether or not this applies to people, as well. I've got ideas for how I could use this to my own advantage, but first, I need to figure out the limitations.

When I get to college, I decide to test it out on one of the frat boys. He's always bashing gay guys and being a general ass, so I decide to confront him, “Hey, Johnny!”

“You reconsider giving in to my demand, faggot?” he asks. He'd demanded head from me recently, and tried to bully me into it. I'd gotten out of it by saying I was late for dinner, which I had been.

“Yea, but only if you let me write something on you first,” I answer. He grunts and shrugs.

“Fine, but I better get one killer blowjob after this,” he mutters irritably. I go around behind him and lift his shirt with one hand and write.

Free-use Cock-only Sex Slave

I mark him down as property of the university, and step back. Before I can see how he'll behave on his own, one of the guys from the school's football team — soccer, here — strolls up and jerks his head, “Get on your knees, faggot, I need a blowjob.”

Instantly, Johnny apologises and kneels down, and I watch him unbutton and unzip the footballer like it's the most natural thing in the world. Nobody on the sidewalk or in the campus even looks over as Johnny gets the dude's dick out and begins licking it and kissing it.

“I said blowjob, faggot, you can worship my dick when I'm done,” the footballer snaps, and Johnny's mouth immediately wraps around his pole and the dude slams his head down to the hilt.

I promptly walk away, not wanting to agitate the footballer.