The perverted nutcase takes control

You almost held your breath as the old asshole called the landlord and complained about having to pay a late fee. This wasn't even the first time, Mr. Henderson never paid his rent on time, and he always acted like it was the landlord's fault. You plopped down on the couch and listened for ten minutes as he yelled about why the penalty for being late shouldn't apply to his generation.

As soon as he finished you asked, "Mr. Henderson, could you please just buy your own phone so you don't have to borrow mine every month?"

"Never!" yelled the old crackpot. "They put chips in these things! Microchips!"

It's odd that he didn't submit to your suggestion. Maybe the app hadn't had enough time to affect him yet and he was fighting it off. You tried again. "Yes, phones have microchips. That's how they work. Give it back to me, already."

"Hold on, just sit tight! No, not those kinds of chips! The kind of microchips that mess with your brain! There's even a little thing on your screen that says 'mind control'! They don't even hide it!"

He'd seen the app. You really should have gone and taken your phone from him, but something told you it was better to sit tight on the couch, so you just kept talking. You tried to give him another command. "Um, yeah, that's just a game. Don't touch that."

"Oh, I already did, it ran me through some kind of, hell, what was it called? Synchronization! Yeah, it said it had to synchronize with me, whatever that means. It's all a buncha snowflake bullshit these days. Everyone your age loves bullshit so much, you should just go live on a farm."

You were hit with an urge to move to a farm. That's when you understood. The reason he wasn't following your commands was that he'd already resynced the app to himself.

You made yourself get up off the couch, but it was a struggle, and you still couldn't move toward him quickly. "Mr. Henderson, come on, give me back my-"

"Aw, stick your thumb up your ass, I'm looking at it!" yelled the old man.

Your hands started to move without your permission. You tried to stop them from undoing your pants, but you couldn't. Your body shook with the resistance, but you still pulled down your pants, then your underpants. Mr. Henderson was focused on the phone, but he jerked his head up when you moaned as you started to bend over and reach behind your back.

"What the fuck!" he yelled. "Dustin, stop that! You're acting weird. Tell me what's going on!"

You froze, grateful that you didn't actually have to ram your thumb up your butt. You were so relieved, you dropped all resistance and blurted out everything. It only took a minute to tell him everything about the app.

When you were done, an evil smile appeared on his ugly face. "I knew it. I knew it!" He cackled, then said, "Pull your damn pants up, you idiot. Hey, is that roommate of yours home?"

"You mean Marcus? No, he's going to be working late tonight."

He grinned wider. "Well, that's good to know, but I meant that hot wife of his. The one who slips poison into my drinks to make me hard whenever she's around."

Holy shit, this guy wasn't just a conspiracy theorist, he was fully insane. However, he asked a question, and your will to resist was pretty much gone. "Jennifer is in the bathroom. She's cleaning, but also hiding from you."

"Hiding?" he said. "Now that's just rude. Your whole generation is rude. I'll have to teach her some manners. That should be easy with your little toy, shouldn't it?"