DOMINATION 
by Mafisto

(mafisto@anon.nymserver.com)

Chapter 5: Mallory
[Fantasy Casting: Ryan Gosling as Ryan, Kyle Alisharan as Kyle,
and Scott Vickaryous as Scott]

At exactly 2 PM, Mallory entered the Blue Sparrow Motel grounds with an
assured smile and his thin black leather briefcase. He paused right in
the center of the lot, adjusted a device in his right ear, and the
sounds around him intensified to extreme limpidity. He focused on the
loudest. A ball being dribbled. Feet shuffling on asphalt. He reckoned
it was two young men playing basketball next to the pool. He had seen
the small court last night. Someone typing on a computer. Behind him.
From the office. What else? Only the hum of electric equipment, water
flowing through pipes, and other background noises. Good. He had
anticipated that the motel would be almost deserted at this hour. He
walked to the office, and opened the creaking door.

He came into a small cramped room. The large wooden counter left barely
enough space for three people to stand before it. Behind and
perpendicular to the counter, a desk filled the remaining length of the
wall, cluttered with a brand X computer. Fortunately, there was a tiny
door in the back wall which allowed escape into a larger back room
beyond. The walls were covered with faded notices and posters, except
for a tiny window next to the entrance door. A blond nineteen-year-old
with a tropical shirt sat at the computer, peering at the picture of a
nurse with unnaturally huge breasts and very little clothing.

The teen did not even glance at Mallory. He just said: "Yes?" while he
clicked to download another dirty picture.

"It seems quiet here this afternoon," said Mallory.

"I guess," mumbled the boy, taking a look at Mallory, whose appearance
startled him. Mallory was used to this reaction -- the black-suited,
middle-aged bald man had an intimidating presence. The boy stuttered as
he added: "Those who are not at the competitions or the conferences are
at the beach. It's a beautiful day for the beach."

"And you're working inside?"

"Someone must watch the fort."

"What's your name?"

"Ryan."

"Well, Ryan, I need a room."

Ryan stood up and picked up a large black book from behind the counter.
He had a long face and a pointy chin, which added a bit of character to
his attractiveness. His hair was parted off-center, in long blond
strands falling just above his ears on each side. Good, Mallory thought.
I need a little action.

"You're lucky," Ryan said as he opened the register on the counter. "We
only have one room left, with all these conventions this week. Sign
here."

Mallory scanned the list of names as Ryan grabbed the only key left on
the board above the desk. There it was: room 31. Gary Bloom.

"Here you go," Ryan said, putting the key on the counter, as Mallory
signed the register as "Mel Smith".

Before he took the key, Mallory extended the palm of his right hand
towards Ryan, and gave it a little shake. A faint click could be heard.

"What's that wave for?" asked Ryan, with a sneer.

"It's just my watch, it stopped."

Mallory looked at his watch. The display indicated: GR.21.186.83.90.

"Well, is there anything else I can do for you?" asked Ryan, his
attention focused on his computer screen again.

Mallory pointed to the computer. "Is that Netscape on the computer?"

"Yeah...?"

"Would you mind if I used it for a minute or two? I need to access
something private urgently."

Ryan was uneasy. "We don't usually do that."

"Come on! It's not like you were using it for something crucial?"

"I don't know."

"How about you let me use the computer, and I don't talk to your manager
about the dirty pictures?"

Ryan frowned. "Alright, but no more than five minutes."

Mallory sat at the desk, Ryan hovering around him.

"This is private. Is there anything else you can do?"

Ryan was disappointed. "I guess I can go in the back and fold some
towels."

"Why don't you do that then."

Ryan disappeared and Mallory entered a cryptic address in Netscape.
After identifying himself, the following appeared on the screen:

MINDSCAPE. Enter MIP address:

He typed GR.21.186.83.90.

The screen filled with apparent garbage. Mallory swiftly worked the
keyboard like a concert pianist, the screen before him constantly
spurting out new information. Then he smiled. There was the entry door
he had suspected. Among the chaotic data, a phrase briefly flashed:

I hope it won't take too long this guy sure is what's that gross creepy

A few more measures of keyboard playing, and now the data looked like
computer code in a weird language. This should be simple, Mallory
thought, just insert a simple security bypass here, then link these two
existing behavior patterns, and bingo.

"So, are you finished?" said Ryan, from behind him. "What's that for?"

Mallory was startled. He quickly closed the browser window and got up.

"It's all yours," he said. "I'll just sit here for a minute and write
some notes."

"Suit yourself," said Ryan.

He opened a new browser window, and entered the address of his porn
site. Mallory shuffled a few useless papers while watching him from the
corner of the eye. Soon, another picture of a woman appeared. For some
reason, Ryan started to unbutton his shirt. After another picture was
downloaded, he removed the flowery shirt, his eyes never away from the
screen, and he let it fall to the floor.

Mallory extended his hand and grabbed the shirt. He smelled it, a
mixture of sweat and CK One. Ryan was too engrossed by the screen to
even care. He had now taken off his running shoes and socks, and clicked
on the thumbnail of a close-up of a vagina. Mallory stood up and
approached Ryan, watching him watch the screen. The image flashed in his
eyes as it was downloaded. As soon as it was complete, Ryan, oblivious
to Mallory, detached and unzipped his shorts. He lifted his butt off the
chair and pulled the shorts off, his eyes always on the screen. He wore
dark purple boxers with a black flowery pattern.

Mallory went behind him and started to rub his shoulders. Ryan,
unconcerned, started another download. Mallory's hands went down the
boy's chest, stopping a bit to stimulate his nipples. Then that other
picture was done, and Ryan lifted himself up a bit again, pulling down
his underwear. As he was about to discard it, Mallory snatched it from
his hands. Ryan was now completely nude on his chair, his soft uncut
dick resting plumply between his thighs.

Mallory smelled the slightly damp boxers. This time, the smell of sweat
was mixed with a touch of feces. Mallory then kneeled on the right side
of Ryan, rubbing his thighs, then cupping his balls. As another download
concluded, Ryan started to fondle his dick. It swiftly grew erect.

When the next download concluded, Ryan started to masturbate more
intently. Mallory got up, kissed him on the lips, then went back to his
seat to enjoy. The next download was of two naked women doing a 69, and
when it was complete, Ryan came instantly, spurting thick strings of
white cum all over his chest.

"What the fuck?" he said, regaining the full use of his mind. He jumped
up to his feet, knocking his chair back. "Gross. How the hell did this
happen?" He turned towards the room, then was stunned to see Mallory
there. He stood there for two seconds, completely naked, his dick more
and more affected by gravity, cum oozing down his chest, then backed to
the wall, grabbing the computer monitor and holding it in front of his
middle body.

"You... You're still... still here..." he said, growing red with
embarrassment.

"Don't mind me," Mallory said, putting his papers back in his briefcase.
"I'm going now. I'll let you have your little fun privately."

Ryan could only babble. "No... It's not what you think... I lost it for
a moment... I have no idea what came over me..."

"I think I do," said Mallory, winking at him before he exited the
office.

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This is going to be fun, thought Mallory as he walked towards the two
who were playing basketball. He heard their conversation long before he
reached the tiny court.

"' told you I'm not interested in her..."

Hoop. Ball hitting the ground.

"I'm not so sure, Kyle..."

Dribble. Dribble.

"Come on... Scott! There's tons of women who interest me more than
her..."

Dribble. Dribble.

"So you do admit being interested in her..."

Hoop.

Mallory opened the gate to the court and the two students stopped
talking. The ball fell to the ground and rolled towards his feet.

"Hi!" he said. Now these ones were two good looking jocks: smooth
chiseled chests and refined faces.

"Hi..." said the shortest one, which Mallory deduced was Scott from his
voice. He wore a white T-shirt with sleeves rolled up to show his
shoulders and his tattoo on the right one.

Mallory picked up the ball and offered it to him. When Scott grabbed it,
Mallory discreetly shook his hand to get his MIP address.

"Is there something we can do for you?" asked Kyle, as Scott made the
ball spin on the tip of his finger.

Mallory discreetly clicked a button on his watch to save the collected
address. "As a matter of fact, yes. I'm a scout for Harvard University
Athletics. I'm staying here during the convention. I couldn't help
hearing you two play and I was wondering if I could watch you for a
little while."

Scott tried another hoop. Kyle eyed Mallory suspiciously. "I guess so,
it's a free country." He wore a black tank top and red shorts. His skin
was well tanned, and contrasted significantly with Scott's pale pinkish
skin.

"Good," he said, picking the ball which had rolled to him again. He
handed it to Kyle this time, picking up the second jock's MIP
skillfully.

As they resumed playing, Mallory sat on a bench next to the gate and
opened his briefcase on his lap. He awoke his PowerBook, then activated
his cellular link to the internet. Within a minute, he was in Mindscape
in two side by side windows, peering at the mechanics of Kyle's mind on
the left, and Scott's mind on the right.

For jocks, their minds were unexpectedly complex. There were no
overpowering addictions to clamp his own algorithms onto. He managed
after five or six minutes to give Scott the urge to take off his
T-shirt. Unfortunately, he instantly took a blue shirt from his pack
which he put right back on. At least, he didn't button it, and Mallory
could see flashes of bare torso skin as they played on.

It took him a good ten more minutes before he discovered a lead: they
were both highly competitive of each other. It would not lead to
miracles, but with a little skill, he could at least not have wasted his
time.

He quickly typed the necessary subroutines, then sent them almost
simultaneously to each jock. They had sat down on beach chairs at the
end of the court on his right. For a moment, they stopped moving and
closed their eyes, as they downloaded the new information which Mallory
had sent through Mindspace. Then Kyle sat on the edge of Scott's chair,
massaged his shoulder a bit and said: "Not too sore, I hope. How about a
little motivation? Suppose we make it interesting?"

Mallory smiled.

"Go on."

"We have an audience here," Kyle said, nodding towards Mallory. "We're
both... modest guys, let's say. How about strip basketball? The loser
gets to be embarrassingly exposed to our scout over there."

"What about the winner?"

"Hmm... I know! The winner gets a massage from the loser."

"I'm game... But we stop at our underwear. We don't want to be arrested
for indecent exposure, do we?"

This was not part of the programming, Mallory thought. Fuck. Scott must
have an emergency prudery interrupt. The two jocks went back to the
court as Mallory started to trace his algorithm, eyeing them from time
to time.