Our narrator begins to form a plan. It will involve lust, debauchery, and humiliation for everyone involved, except him.
This is fiction. None of it is real; it would be illegal if it was.
After Maddie crawled away, her pussy dripping and her shorts clutched in one hand, I was so horny that I had to beat off. I didn’t use any of my powers; I didn’t need to. My dick was already three-quarters hard, so it only took a couple of strokes to achieve full bonerhood. I just stared at my crotch in the bathroom mirror, looking at my hand sliding back and forth over my throbbing shaft. I went kinda slow, but it was still only a couple of minutes until I nutted, thick squirts of baby batter splattering into the sink. I rinsed it all down the drain, washed my hands again, then went to my room.
Now, when I said I was going to put my plan into action, it’s really important to tell you that I wasn’t Lex Luthor or Dr. Doom, rubbing my hands and laughing. I mean, I’m a kid. I only had the foggiest notion of what I wanted, but I knew that I had these powers, I’m a little pervert, I had a family unit I despised and wanted to humiliate, and that sex seemed like the best way to both shame them and satisfy my horny little mind.
First, I had to learn more about my abilities. I’ve already told the first things I learned, but those were all basic things that I figured out through trial and error. The power to control the refractory period and orgasm level, for example, I discovered one Saturday when Cam had a football game. Our high school usually played on Friday night, but for some reason this one was on a Saturday. I didn’t want to go, so I pretended I didn’t feel well; it wasn’t hard to convince anyone. Cam only cared about his game, Karli was up her own ass about cheering, and Maddie would do anything to socialize. Tami Lynn didn’t give a shit; she just wanted to be seen carrying her new Coach bag (Tami, BTW, doesn’t shop at the Coach outlet). I laid on the sofa, groaning, until the car disappeared from the drive. I got right out of bed and spent the next two hours jacking off in pretty much every room of the house. A black light would have made the place look like the aftermath of a slasher film. I dug around in the bottom of Maddie’s underwear drawer and found a pair of the skimpy panties that she liked to wear when she wanted to feel hot. I didn’t have to dig in Karli’s drawer; her thongs were right on top. I also grabbed a pair of Tami Lynn’s underwear: a black thong with a lace waistband. I stripped naked, lined them up on the counter in Maddie and Karli’s bathroom, then treated my cock like I’d caught it breaking into the house. My eyes rolled back in my head and I hosed their underwear down, my thick, creamy jizz glistening on the panties. I threw the underwear in the laundry, then hooked my computer to the big TV in the living room and watched porn while reclining in Craig’s La-Z-Boy. I beat my meat and fired ropes of cum onto the towel that I had spread on my chest and stomach. I realize now that I was not only pleasuring myself but getting ideas. That’s called ‘research’; my teachers would be so proud.
Anyway, after my fourth nut in ninety minutes, I felt a little woozy, so I decided to lie down and rest for a minute. I woke up four hours later when the family came home. It turned out my charade of being sick was a good thing; nobody wondered why I was asleep. I was hungry and thirsty as hell. I drank about a half-gallon of water after dinner, then fell asleep and slept through the night. I woke up with a full bladder and stumbled to the bathroom for one of the best pisses of my life; I honestly groaned while I whizzed.
I realized that I should figure out the exact parameters of these abilities. Sure, I knew a few things, but they were based on my experience in the house with myself and (kinda) my family members (heh, heh). I needed to know more: for instance, could I influence one person at a time, or could I push two or more? What was the distance of my powers: did the subject have to be, like, less than fifty feet away, or could they be further away, miles maybe? What was my influence over people who weren’t members of my family? Sure, I had some effect on Eugene and Alesha, but there’s a huge difference between elevating someone’s mood and convincing them to, say, fantasize about someone (or some act) they’ve never thought about.
That seemed important to me. I’d read that you couldn’t hypnotize someone into doing something they weren’t at least open to doing in normal circumstances, and if that was my limitation, I was pretty much screwed. After all, I was pretty sure (or at least hoping) that none of my family were actually considering the sort of activities that were forming in my mind. If they were, this would be no fun at all.
It made the most sense to start with Cam. I had already been inside his head a couple of times and I sort of had an idea of what might work, being a guy myself. I had thought about Maddie, but I wasn’t sure yet how to approach a girl. I mean, I’d already had one experience/experiment with her, but think of it like this: if you went to a foreign country where you kinda spoke the language, and you got lucky in your first conversation with a native, you wouldn’t consider yourself fluent. I’d learned a lot from Maddie, but I didn’t really know many of her emotions and thoughts. Cam, on the other hand…
To keep up the metaphor (Hey, Ms. Raymond; she’s my English teacher, you will meet her later) I am fully conversant in the language spoken by Cam. He was a masturbation machine. He jacked off in the shower when he got home from practice, he jacked off every night when he went to bed, sometimes when he would go to the bathroom he would rub one out before returning to dinner or whatever family activity was going on. I had also discovered that he was quite the pervert, at least in his fantasies. I couldn’t blame him for that; it would be hypocritical of me. He fantasized about Hayley most of the time, sure, I mean, who wouldn’t? She was stunning, but he would create incredibly intricate and slutty outfits for her: super-high heels, thongs, garter belts, a crotchless lace body suit (I admit, I blew a nice load when he came up with that one; remember, I can see what he’s thinking), and some involving handcuffs or piercings which she did not have in real life. He also had a recurring think about bending her over a table or chair and fucking her from behind. I don’t think he ever really thought about anal, but he sure did love the thought of putting the wood to her doggy-style.
I hummed along for a little while, enjoying myself, piggy-backing on Cam’s rich fantasy life to boost my own spooge sessions. I still had fun with him, pulling up the interface (that’s how I came to think of it: the world’s most realistic and intricate video game) and retarding his cum sometimes, so that he had to pound his meat like a man driving a railroad spike, sometimes pushing him to ejaculate before he was ready. He caught a faceful of his own nut butter once when I did that, and his disgust spiked. I took note of that, then raised his arousal to match so that he was stayed painfully hard. I also nudged his compulsion a little higher so that he immediately needed to masturbate again, even with his load still on his chest and face. That was a good night; I busted one of my best nuts.
That was nice, but it was time to up my game. I needed to see if I could control anyone other than my family (I know, Eugene and Alesha, but I’m planning high-level shit here; I have to be sure), whether I could control two or more people, and the reach of my powers, distance-wise. I decided it was time to make Cam nervous. I knew that on Mondays, the football team had a walk-through and then lifted weights. The walk-through was held in shorts, T-shirts, and helmets; no pads. I came home after school one Monday, said I was going to my room to do homework, then shut the door and began.
I knew the direction the school was in, so I directed my attention that way. It was like piloting a drone, a drone with glitchy steering, but that would improve. I located the football field and could see the displays from about four dozen boys. I made a note to myself to be able to recognize different sets of outputs, then identified Cam and sharpened my focus. He was tossing a ball from hand to hand and joking with three other guys, just hanging loose. I took a deep breath and gathered all my focus, and pushed.
I had thought there might be some difficulty, but it was easy. Maybe once I knew someone’s signature, distance wasn’t an issue. Anyway, Cam’s endocrine levels and adrenaline spiked as his dick began to chub inside his jockstrap. I immediately backed off and Cam’s pecker went slack. I waited until he was sure that it had been just a weird accident, then I pushed again, this time when the coach was giving Cam instructions. I let the hard-on linger just a second longer, then let it go. As I did so, I noticed a change in the coach’s levels. He had noticed Cam’s boner and perhaps not in a casual way. I was almost shocked by that, but filed it away. I told you I’m a degenerate.
I kept playing hard-on ping pong throughout practice: letting Cam get a little stiffie, then backing off. He was a nervous wreck. I loved it. When practice was over, the guys all showered. I don’t know if you’ve every been in a men’s locker room at a high school, but the shower room is not designed with privacy in mind. At our school, it’s a big tiled room and all four walls are lined with shower heads and body wash dispensers, so a bunch of teenage boys, all buck naked and hanging dong, are crammed in there together and soaping up. Here was another setting I though I might use. Cam was a little less boisterous than the others, probably as a result of the yo-yoing I’d given his cock. I could tell he was mortified that he might get a woody in the shower. I left him alone, for now. I simply observed as the team showered and left, joking and bumping fists and chests. Cam had even recovered most of his swagger by the time he got in his car and drove off.
It would be a while before he was home, so I let my attention stay at school. The coaching staff put away the equipment and had a brief meeting. Most of them went home after that, but a few showered first, using the same room as the team. One coach hung back, the one who had noticed Cam’s erection. His levels were weird: he was trying to be calm and casual, but his pulse was a jackhammer. That was interesting. I just let myself idle there, watching, not pushing or anything. He had some paperwork on his desk, but he was obviously stalling. The last of the other coaches stopped by the office and said good night. The remaining coach waited a decent interval, until he could be sure that everyone was gone, then got up from his desk and stripped off. He was probably in his mid-late thirties, in good shape, good muscles from lifting with the other coaches, and carrying a serious package between his legs. I also noticed that he trimmed his pubes. He stood by the desk and tugged at his nutsack, then reached into his desk drawer and took out one of the batons that the relay team used during track season. He walked through the locker room to the showers, then turned on the water and let it run over his body. As it did, he began rubbing his cock. It was soon at full erection, pointing up along his groin and almost reaching his navel. I was stunned; I hadn’t imagined anything like this, but I certainly wasn’t going to waste it. As I watched, he pumped body wash onto the end of the baton, then flexed his knees slightly, reached between his legs, and began to work the baton into his asshole. The baton had a rubber cap, which slid in pretty easily after his sphincter stretched wide enough, but as he pushed it further, the textured metal shaft rubbed against his shit chute. It was painful, but he loved it. I was goggle-eyed. Here was a guy the entire school feared, beating off in the school shower with a track baton shoved up his ass. He moaned as the end of the baton bumped his prostate (I didn’t know that’s what it was at the time; I had to learn some anatomy) and jerked his cock. I decided this might be a learning experience, so I slid into his mind, monitoring the various levels, seeing what corresponded to his arousal. I also took a peek at his fantasies and let’s just say that if the principal found out about them, we would be looking for a new coach. He visualized fucking the other coaches, fucking cheerleaders, fucking the players, the coaches and players fucking him, fucking the volleyball coach. I was impressed; this guy was a deviant even by my standards.
I had wanted to see if I could control someone outside my family and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. He was getting close to blowing his load when I tamped down his arousal. It worked, but the thing was, instead of being frustrated like Cam, he loved it. He kept jacking his piss pipe, every so often reaching back to rotate the baton another quarter-turn. I was starting to get into it, so I made a snap decision and introduced Cam’s face into his fantasy.
It was like unleashing a hurricane. Not only did he not pause in his self-pleasure, he had a very specific reaction, a very detailed fantasy. Cam was in the locker room, his shoulders on the floor, his ass and legs raised in what I now know to the piledriver position. He was naked except for this jockstrap and socks, and that jock was full to bursting. The coach stood over him, bare-ass naked, one foot beside Cam’s head, the other behind, next to the shoulder blade. Cam had grabbed his knees and pulled them toward his ears, opening his asshole to the coach, who thrust in and out, first balls-deep, then pulling out until the rim of his cockhead was gripped by Cam’s puckered anus, then sinking in again. Cam’s jock was distended’ I could clearly see his dick and balls outlined in the elastic pouch. The coach reamed Cam’s ass until Cam shuddered and blew a load in his supporter, a huge eruption of sperm that soaked through the fabrics and dripped onto Cam’s chest and face (that was twice he got his own spunk on his face). I was stunned; my control slipped and the coach came in the shower, jizz gushing from his pisshole onto the tiled wall, and in his fantasy, he pulled out and blew an titanic load over Cam’s face. I thought he was through, but as he twisted the baton one more time, in his fantasy he shook his softening purple-headed dick in one hand and pissed all over Cam’s torso and face.
I sat back, amazed. One thing was for sure, I was going to give that coach a wide berth at school.
I didn’t bother to monitor Cam when he got home: I had too many other things on my mind. I had learned a lot. I could get inside the mind of someone who wasn’t close or known to me. I could affect them just like anyone else. My abilities operated over some distance. All good, but more than that I was both fascinated and a little shocked by what I’d learned. I know, people say “Everyone has fantasies”, but I’m a freshman in high school. I didn’t think about it applying to teachers and, if I had, I certainly would not have expected something as twisted and depraved as what I saw in Coach Buttfuck McNasty’s imagination. Compared to him, Cam’s fantasies about Hayley were pretty G-rated. I left Cam alone because I had a lot to think about and, in thinking about it, I made another discovery. As I played over the afternoon’s events in my mind, when I got to the coach, I found I could replay the scene in my mind like a porn clip. I could see, in great detail, him beating his meat in the shower with the baton shoved up his ass, and I could also see his fantasy about Cam in exquisite detail. That was not something I had expected, but it seemed like it might be useful.
The next day at school, I asked Eugene the coach’s name; Eugene told me it was Parks. I checked on the school’s website; he taught PE and Body Conditioning, a strength-training class that most of the athletes took. I let my mind wander down to the weight room and it turned out that the previous afternoon had not been a one-off. The weight room was dim, hot, and humid. Nu-metal was pumping. It was a co-ed class and boys and girls were sweating in the steamy environment, wearing shorts, most of the boys shirtless, the girls mostly in sports bras. Coach Parks was in the corner and he was concocting the most depraved combinations and acts imaginable. I ducked out quickly, not because I was grossed out, but because it was too tempting. Still, I made a note to never take a class from Coach Parks.
I decided it was time to move things along. After much thought, I decided that Karli was the next piece of the puzzle. Here was my reasoning: she was only Cam’s step-sister, not his actual sister, which I thought might be a step too far at the moment. The same reasoning applied to my mom. Trying to put Cam together with Tami Lynn might not work but, even if it did, it might result in Craig divorcing her, which was not my intention. I wanted everyone in this family to be riddled with guilt and humiliation, but I wanted to increase that by keeping each individual unaware that everyone one else was a freak. So, Karli it was.
I started monitoring her in the shower. She had a great body, that was for sure, and before you say “She’s your sister”, she’s my half-sister and I despise her. Anyway, I spent a few days scoping her out, memorizing the shape of her ass and the swell of her tits, the way she closed her eyes as water ran down her face. I also decided to see if I could move her. Karli always gave herself a good once-over in the mirror after she showered and dried off. She often dried her hair while nude so she could admire her body. I got a small idea, more mischievous than evil, and one day, when she looked at her bush, I pushed her negative feedback buttons. She kinda frowned and I let it go, but I did it every day for the next three days, until she hated the sight of her pubes.
At the same time, I monitored Cam’s nightly masturbation marathons, only now, when he was close to cumming over one of his elaborate images of Hayley, I would insert a flash of Karli’s face… or ass, or tits. It shocked him the first couple of times, but I pushed his adrenal and arousal levels so that he had intense orgasms when Karli’s face flashed before him. Before long, I didn’t even have to insert Karli; Cam was putting her in himself, feeling somewhat guilty about it, but still choking the chicken. Then, one night, it happened. Cam concocted a scenario that included both Hayley and Kari. It was clumsy and dumb, but he had opened the door. I began to ‘adjust’ his basic scenarios with some of the images I had garnered from my porn watching. It was a success.
I moved forward with Karli as well. One night, Craig and Tami Lynn went out to dinner with another couple, leaving us kids at home. Everybody was doing homework or watching Netflix on their computer. Karli had to go to the bathroom, but Maddie was in the one they shared, so Karli walked down the hall to Craig and Tami Lynn’s en suite bathroom. She whizzed and got up to go, but I jabbed her with her dissatisfaction with her short’n’curlies. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her gym shorts and slide them down to her knees, then looked at herself in the mirror. I had thought about this next step, believe it or not, and I planted in her mind that Craig had a trimmer in the drawer. She plugged in the appliance and flicked the switch. It hummed and, in that moment, I flicked her clit just a little; her pussy juiced as she looked at the rapidly vibrating blades, then I really started it gushing when she lowered the clippers to her mons. Three passes and she had shadowy stubble instead of pubes. I executed my final maneuver: she had a knee-quivering orgasm as I jacked up the embarrassment at what she had done. She dropped to her knees and gathered the hair, then dumped it in the trash and put the clippers back in the drawer. Just as she was about to pull up her shorts, I prompted her to look in the mirror at her trimmed snatch; she could just see the nub of her clit poking out. She went back to her room equal parts aroused and upset. I stayed alert and when Karli went to bed, I kept poking her with the desire to see how she felt without all that hair. Do I need to tell you that it turned into a pretty hot session of buffin’ the muffin? Then I ushered Cam off to dreamland with another hot jack-off session involving Hayley, Karli, and pink leather chokers. I was pretty tired by the time it was all done, but I treated myself to a satisfying meat-beating before I fell asleep.
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