slave_formuscle aka redwolf64a

Part 3

I woke up in bed, startled.

The sun streamed brightly into my room; it was almost blinding.

I sat up in bed, wondering.

Was it all just a dream?

It had to be a dream. Or I was going crazy.

It was my day off from work. I had nothing better to do than to obsess about the night 
before. Did I really see and experience it?

I ran some errands, my thoughts constantly on Richard and on me, wondering what was 
happening to me.

The day seemed so long, hour upon hour going by. But, somehow, I knew that nightfall 
would help clear my head and give me some answers.

I stood in my hallway - I don't know how long - just watching the full moon rise high in 
the sky, absorbed in my own thoughts. Then, I heard it.

Richard was upstairs, pacing.

I told myself I just needed to forget it. I walked to my bedroom and sat down on the bed. 
I picked up a book and started to read.

I heard Richard's footsteps above me, the floor squeaking with each step.

They stopped.

It was quiet - too quiet.

For some reason, I felt weird.

I decided to walk to the living room. I got up off the bed, walking towards the hallway.

Richard's footsteps followed me. I stopped in the hallway. Richard stopped above me.

I felt a strange urge inside - I felt frightened and horny.

I walked to the living room. Richard followed.

I stood there, everything silent.

I broke into a sweat. My cock was getting hard. Images of the night before flashed 
through my mind. I almost felt I was going into a trance.

I found myself walking out of my apartment, up the stairs. The hallway was dark, except 
for the light of the full moon shining through a window at the end of the hall.

I walked to Richard's door. It was slightly ajar; it was dark inside.

"I knew I could trust you," a low voice said.

The door opened and I saw Richard's shadowy figure.

The only light in the room was a candle, flickering on a table in the corner.

"The light bothers me sometimes," Richard said, anticipating my question.

His voice was deeper, richer, almost booming.

Richard closed the door and sat down in his chair. I squatted on my knees in front of him, 
almost hypnotized.

Richard didn't look normal - he was still Richard, but he was muscled like some 
professional bodybuilder. His tank top was tight, his massive arms at his sides, his pecs 
round, jeans tight in the thighs and lower legs.

Richard didn't say a word as I stared at him, mesmorized by his presence.

He reached to a small table at his side. He picked up a syringe, filled it with fluid from a 
small bottle. He wrapped a piece of rubber around his arm and pumped, looking for a 
vein.

Richard plunged the needle into his arm, grunting and moaning as the liquid entered his 
vein.

He placed the syringe and the piece of rubber back on the table, massaging and flexing 
his arm.

"I need this," he said. "Without it, I would die."

I was shocked; he sensed my confusion.

"I know I can trust you," Richard began.

"I was in prison for killing a man. I volunteered for an experiment - a new drug for battle 
injuries for soldiers. There were some ... side effects."

I wondered about the needle marks.

"No," Richard said, "the healing is almost instantaneous."

I wondered - I didn't say. Did he know what I was thinking?

Richard smiled.

"One of the side effects. Come closer."

I moved closer, still squatted on the floor. Richard placed his hand on my head.

I felt a jolt, almost like an electrical charge through my brain and spine.

I could see through Richard's eyes, looking down at me; I felt him flex his other arm; I felt 
the warmth and power running through his body.

Richard removed his hand and everything returned to normal. Whatever normal was.

I felt so aroused, more sexually hyper-aware than I had ever been. Richard knew.

He flexed his massive arms and pecs. Even though only a few moments had passed since 
the injection, he looked even more massive, the veins pumped with his blood, snaking all 
over his arms and neck.

I wondered how often he had to take the injections.

"Once a month."

Richard's mouth didn't move, he didn't say a word - he transferred the thought directly to 
my brain.

Richard looked up suddenly, his nostrils flared, sniffing like an animal.

He sensed something.

Richard stood up and walked to the door of his apartment. I followed and stood behind 
him.

He paused at the door for a moment. He knew who was there.

It was two big thugs, friends of the man Richard had murdered a few days ago -- I don't 
know how I knew this, the thoughts just entered my brain.

I sensed Richard commanding them through his mind, telling them to go to an old 
warehouse a few blocks away.

Richard turned as the men walked away. He seemed to feel a stirring inside him; he 
closed his eyes, flexing.

Then, his thoughts entered my brain - evil intensifies the effect of the drug.

end of part 3