Control Geek

Part 1

Mitchell Gandolf was a wizard at science, especially Chemistry and Micro-Biology. So, inevitably, he was a geek of the first magnitude. They called him Mr. Wizard at school and usually not in a kind way. His last name didn't help. Even though it was spelled a bit different than the wizard from the "Lord Of The Rings", it was pronounced the same. His fellow geeks in the Science Club thought it was really cool. Everyone else thought it was really dorky.

His science club friends helped to keep him sane, but he still couldn't wait to graduate high school. He was eighteen, but should have skipped two grades and would have—if he could have handled things better with the older, bigger jocks and bullies. He was 5 feet 7 inches tall, and though he had fairly decent definition from all the swimming he did, he still weighed just 135 pounds. His shaggy dirty-blond hair was always falling in his big green eyes.

He wore glasses, of course, but tried to look less like a nerd by having wire rims instead of the black horn-rims associated with geekdom. It didn't really help. He still had to wear a pocket protector because, when he was focused on a project he would forget to cap his pen, and ruin his shirt. His dad was always at work and his mom had died when he was twelve.

Fortunately, his Dad was as smart as he was and made a great living as a research scientist so they could afford a housekeeper. Mitch was very grateful she did not live in. He had not had a baby sitter since he turned thirteen, and so was mostly on his own.

But in addition to being president of nerd land at his school, Mitch had other issues—he was gay and he wanted very badly to become an S&M top. He had no interest in giving pleasure to anyone, unless of course they got their pleasure from submission and humiliation.

He had read extensively on the subject, starting with the Leather Handbook and working his way through some really exotic stuff. Two problems: One, the few submissives he had met had no use for him because of his small stature and nerdy look. Two, he wasn't impressed with them either. Mitch didn't want some pussy boy who acted like he wanted to be dominated. Where was the fun in that?

Mitch came to realize that what he wanted was to take control of big strong straight or straight acting men—especially the ass holes who liked to make other people's lives miserable. That left him with very limited choices. He could find a way to blackmail his quarry. He could actually kidnap someone and hold them against their will. Or he could use his brilliant brain to come up with some sort of control—perhaps mind control.

It wouldn't be practical to kidnap and hold someone at this point in his life. Though his Dad was very open-minded and knew of his son's interests he would never allow Mitch to keep a slave in the house. Besides, when he really thought about it, he knew he'd never be happy taking the thug approach. Mitch wanted his control to be elegant, and ideally, legal. Technically, at least.

Blackmail was certainly doable. He had all kinds of neat electronic toys, including actual spy stuff. But he decided that would be too easy, and ultimately boring. So Mitch accepted the challenge of devising some form of mind control.

Mitch would often go with his Dad to work, which was great fun for him because he fit right in with all the other brilliant researchers. In fact, he had helped with a number of breakthroughs at the lab, which had resulted in several bonuses for his Dad. These had all been placed in his college fund, as it was assumed he would go all the way through to a Phd. What Mitch had going for him, in addition to his intellect, was an ability to make the intuitive leaps that led directly to major breakthroughs.

Mitch's Dad had helped him set up an extensive lab in the basement of their large home, and it's where Mitch already spent most of his time. But the lab itself wouldn't be enough. He decided to go to work with his Dad more over the summer, so he could see everything people were working on. After all, science is a series of building blocks. Someone discovers something, and someone else takes the next step, an so on. Mitch hoped he'd have one of his intuitive leaps. But this breakthrough he would keep to himself!