The asshole who bumps into him

Before Matt had time to think things over a bit more, he suddenly got abruptly stopped in his walk when some guy suddenly bumped into him. A moment later, he felt something wet on his jacket. The guy who had run into him had spilt his beer on him.

-Sorry, he muttered out of habit.

-Hey asshole ! Can't you watch where you're going?

Matt looked at the guy who had just insulted him. Tall, muscular, looking tough.

He knew it was this guy's fault, but the latter didn't seem willing to admit it. Then he saw the woman next to him, and he understood. Another guy trying to look tough in front of his girlfriend.

-Josh, please, let's not get into trouble.

Matt looked more closely at the girlfriend. She looked genuinely scared of this dude. Obviously, it wasn't the first time he was trying to get in trouble with other folks. But this time, it wasn't going to go as planned.

-Hey babe, said Matt with a smile. Looking good today.

For a brief moment, it seemed like the asshole was going to ****. He was used of people getting scared, or wanting to pick a fight, but that... he looked at Matt with eyes full of hate, ready to punch him in the face.

-You faggot, I'm gonna kick your ass...

-Josh, please, I just wanna go home !

Matt saw Josh prepare his arm to punch him, but before he could do it, he grabbed him by his throat and pinned him against the wall.

-I'll kill you !

-Go ahead, handsome. Do your worst.

Matt smiled, as he could see confusion appear in Josh's eyes, as he found himself incapable of breaking free from his grip. With his other hand, he reached for his victim's crotch and felt a raging boner. Perfect. His powers had taken a hold on his mind. Soon, the tough guy would become his submissive bitch.

-Let...me...go... he whispered, his eyes suddenly glassy.

-No, I don't think I will, Matt answered, forcing a kiss on his attacker's lips, pushing his tongue inside of his mouth.

-Hmmm...

Matt was enjoying the moment. His victim's moan was enough to indicate how weak his mind was getting. He was now incapable of actually fighting back. His feeble attempts at punching his back were so weak that Matt wasn't even paying attention. He kept kissing him, enjoying the taste of cigarette he was fishing from his mouth. Soon, however, he started getting bored. He wanted more than just kissing.