Mind control gay

Before the tadpoles took up residence in our heads, we had names, goals, and masks. But we did not have ourselves.
Only when everything was taken from us by the Guilds, soul control, and betrayal, did the chance for a brand-new beginning appear.

At a political ball on a forgotten celestial body, Tav is abducted, her powers suppressed, and reality begins to fracture. Astarion, Gale, Shadowheart, and Wyll must pick between survival, loyalty, and rebellion.
This is not a story about loss, but about how individuality is born out of trauma, use, and resistance to the system. There is some politics, a lot of world-building, psychological horror, and the uncertainty of one's control mind.

It is not a retelling. Skillfully, maybe a minute. But mostly, it is a switch in perspective.
No magic, no gods. Instead, there is mental power, biotechnology, iconic tadpoles in a new form, and shattered minds.

Jack Puttman never set out to make enemies.

On the hostile, over the last year, he had been steadily accumulating lovers -- though that, too, was the result of unexpected happenstance rather than ambition. After he used his minor magical talent for Augury to save the world from a rampaging demon by binding her to his service, one thing, as they say, led to another. Now, in addition to the unearthly Sin Demon, Jack is also attended by an exiled Elevated Sidhe noblewoman, a shapeshifting Puca, and a prominent wizard; all powerful, all brilliant, all pretty. All, through their own means, bound to him.

Unbeknownst to Jack, and despite his best endeavors, his tamed demon managed to make enemies for him when she eliminated a scion of the local vampire clan, and now they are hungry for his blood.

Unbeknownst to the vampires, they don't stand a chance.

If only the vamps were the only things coming for him...

Pledge Master

The first thing that Tim saw when entering the Gamma Phi chapter house was a pair of firm, shapely buttocks attached to a set of square male hips. Despite the busy chaos of the rush party inside, his eyes seemed drawn to them, fixating for a moment on the tanned man flesh, lingering for a concise second on the cleft between. He imagined the way the hard muscle would feel beneath the flesh, the way the heat would rise into his hands, the way the sweat would taste.

He looked away, instantly, after the image had burned itself into his libido. He'd learned youthful that it was best not to be caught staring. People might acquire the wrong -- or in his case, right -- impression.

The groans and laughter that came from the crowd in response to the upperclassman mooning the party from the balcony served as a counterpoint to Tim's lust.

"College, right?" Chris laughed. "How's your head?"

"Better," Tim said.

Both boys were freshmen from the alike small town, finest friends since childhood. They were both outcasts back in high-school, too intelligent, too curious for the provincial mindset that Little Falls had encouraged, both had agreed to come to Met