The first version of chapter 1...  The Evil Tim.....

  I don't care for it myself.  Too dark, too evil, and too gay.

I had been born with the gift switched on.  As a matter of fact, I learned how to talk to peoples minds before I leaned how to talk with my mouth.   I had been an accident.  My mother's gift had been much stronger than my father's, and she had, lets say, recruited him into her household.  Before my mother knew she was pregnant, another man with the gift showed up.  This man was stronger than my mother, and took both my father and mother back to the headquarters of the "Cabal", an organization of other gifted people.  Apparently my father had been a member, but that actually hadn't been the reason my mother had been busted.  She had been tampering with the local government, and that was a no-no for the Cabal.

Since the Cabal was against mettling in the affairs of others with the gift unless they attracted undo attention, they simply made her believe that using the gift on others, especially others with the gift, was morally wrong, and was not to be used unless her life was in danger.  They released her, expecting her to probably slip into a deep depression and later kill herself over the mixture of loosing the gift, and the personal moral sins she had commited.  They never knew about me, and they never checked up on her later.

Fortunately, my mother had something that replaced the loss of the gift.. me.  And as far as the "sins" she had commited, as all good Christians do, she confessed, and went on with her life.  These two things allowed my mother to cope, and she went back to a more or less normal life.

My mother had obtained enough wealth that she wouldn't have had to work for the rest of her life, but to have kept anything more than she needed to live on would have been morally wrong.  She did keep some of it, but she later repayed a more than compensating amount.  She had been a sucessful business woman before her gift surfaced, and with the help of several old business associates, she was able to support the two of us fairly well.

As I mentioned before, I apparently had been born with the gift turned partially on.  When ever I was hungry, didn't feel good, soiled my diaper, or any of the other reasons that a baby cries about, the people who were near me knew exactly what was wrong.  In fact, the only time I cried was when I didn't have a real reason for crying but did it anyway.  The people around me would generally get very upset then, anyone except my mother that is.  She hadn't lost her gift, just couldn't use it on anyone.  So she shielded herself from what she called my "emotional noise".

When I was starting to learn how to talk, I also learned how to transmit my thoughts to others.  I have heard so many stories about how I had caused so and so to poop in their pants from my mental gibberish, or how many people my mother had to use her gift to unscramble someones mind.  It was a very hard time for my mother.  She couldn't allow innocent people to become vegitables because her son was just learning how to "talk".  She went to confessionals everyday during my early years.  I can't imagine how the Fathers she confessed to took her daily accounts of mental sin, but they never said a word to anyone.

Once I reached four or five, I was disciplined enough not to use my gift. Infact I forgot about it for several years.  Well, I say forgot about it, but it was more like I grew out of it.  I believed it was just one of those things that I had believed in when I was little, sorta like my invisible friend. It wasn't until I was in seventh grade that I accidentally rediscovered it....

After a month went by, he did find others to humiliate, but never let up on us either.  Infact, his constant harasment had made Joey a little distant with me, figuring if people didn't see us together, they wouldn't believe we were gay.  And to make things worse, he was right.  A few of the other kids that rode the bus didn't really know us appeared to believe Rich's claims, and were also calling us fags and worse.

The bus picked them up first in the morning, but then dropped them off first after school. Because of the route the bus took, the stop where Rich gets off was close enough to my house that Joey and I could of gotten off there and make it home before the bus got to our regular stop.  But Rich made that to dangerous.

About six weeks after it all started, Rich and three of his fellow eighth grade goons decided that they didn't like having a couple of fags around, and decided to teach us a lesson.  His three friends rode the bus to his stop, then raced on foot to reach our bus stop before the bus did.  Once the bus was out of sight, they ambushed us. We didn't have a chance.  All four had been held back a year in school (at different times), so they were two years older than us.

They took us into the woods nearby and started to threaten us about how bad we would get it if we squealed.  The four of them had been planning this for several days.  They had rope, duct tape, some old sheets, and some snacks waiting in a clearing.  When we saw this, Joey and I both attempted to escape again, but I wound up having the wind knocked out of me, and Joey was held in a headlock.  They duct taped our wrists together behind our backs, then tied a rope around our necks and tied the other end to a tree.  We could walk around, but we couldn't escape without strangling ourselves.  We couldn't even reach each other.

When they attempted to tie the rope around my neck, I had tried to get away again, but wound up having the wind knocked out once more.  That time I thought I was dying.  By the time I had regained enough of my senses, the four had already started on Joey.

I couldn't really see what was going on at first, but when I saw Joey's pants and underwear tossed to the ground, I got really scared, then really angry.

Then I saw Rich lowering his pants, and then his underwear.  The other three were struggling with Joey, and Joey was starting to scream.  Rich took a handful of Joey's hair and twisted until Joey stopped.  I couldn't hear what was said, but Rich said something to Joey that made Joey unwillingly take Rich's dick in his mouth without much more of a struggle.

By then I was so angry that when tears started to fall down Joey's face,  I snapped.  I started calling Rich a fag, and every other name I could think of.  Considering that I wasn't going anywhere, and it took the three to hold Joey so he did what they wanted, they basically ignored me.

Rich came with a grunt, showering Joey's face with his cum.  While Rich was recovering, Joey started puking his guts out.  Since the other three all had hard ons, one of the others decided it was my turn.  They made sure Joey was still tied up, then made their way over to me.

By that time I was frantically trying to escape.  I had lost my anger to fear when Joey had started chucking up the pizza we had at lunch.  They didn't have much trouble to get a hold of me since I had tried to wind one of them by ramming him.  Rich just grabbed the rope before I could do it, and then I found myself unable to move.  Rich started repeating the things I had called him to me while the one I had tried to ram started to lower his pants.  His dick was larger than anyones I had seen, and when he moved it closer, I got a good whiff of it.  It repulsed me, but I started to get a hard on anyway.  The three holding me started to take my pants off, and after a mild struggle, they succeeded.  Then one of them flicked one of my balls with their finger, making me wince with pain.  Rich explained that if I didn't cooperate I would wish I was a girl for all the pain they could do.  To emphisize the point, they flicked the other ball.

Jake, the boy I had tried to ram, started to rub his dick in my face and smeared the precum accross my lips.  I started to get hard again, and one of the boys noticed.  He quickly reported his findings, and after a brief discussion, it was decided that since I apparently was enjoying myself, they would do something different.

By the time I understood what was going on, they had my ass stuck up in the air, and Jake was lining up his dick with my hole.  Rich was really getting turned on by all this, and began describing all the faggy things that I was gonna do, and how queer I was.  By that time I was frantic.  I was very tired, the rope was tight around my neck to where I was feeling dizzy.  Everything but the sound of Rich's voice calling me queer started to dim around me.  Then suddenly there was a sharp pain as Jake attempted to enter my ass.  With my last ounce of strength I lashed out at all four with the "words" "You fucken faggets, go fuck yourselves!"

Suddenly I was falling.  At first I thought I was just blacking out.  But when the ground suddenly slammed into me, I found I was lying on the ground.  The tape around my wrists had loosened from them using it as a handle, so I was able to slip my hand out, then loosen the rope around my neck.  By then I discovered what had happened.

All four boys were naked and desperately trying to fuck each other.  Jake had sucessfully entered one of the others,  and was furriously pumping away.  Rich and the other boy were struggling to get their dick in other's ass.  I got the rope off my neck, got my pants back on, all while not taking my eyes off fuck scene.  Rich had lost his struggle and was having his ass hole enlarged.  My own dick was at full mast from the action.

I spotted Joey watching from around a big tree.  He was still without pants, and his own dick was standing straight out.  I ran over to him, grabbing his clothes from the ground as I passed them.  I freed his hands and neck, and helped him get dressed.  Both of us never took our eyes off the four.  By this time the first two had cum and had traded places with their partner.

Without saying a word, I got Joey to help me gather up their clothing, and then took off for home.  Once we got far enough we felt safe, Joey finally asked what happened.  I didn't actually know myself, but I knew I was responible somehow.  I told him I didn't have a clue.

We dumped the clothes in some bushes, then walked the rest of the way home.  We talked about what happened, and Joey told me he didn't want to tell anyone.  I was a surprised by this, and he wouldn't tell me why. Joey pleaded with me and I reluctantly agreed.  I actually didn't want to tell anyone either until I figured out what happened.

After dinner, I got the nerve up to go back to the woods to check out the campsite.  When I approached the clearing, I found that they had left, leaving everything except the sheets.  I wished I had thought of the sheets when we grabbed the clothes since they must have used them to cover themselves when they went home.  I wondered what they would do the next day.

As it turned out, I didn't see any of them until the following Monday.  Apparently they had all gotten real sick.  I wasn't sure if it was from being naked in the cold, or they just didn't want to face Joey and I.

That next week Joey and I didn't hear a word out Rich, or any of the other three.  A few of the others on the bus that had been calling us fags quieted down after another week of Rich's silence.  I becan getting very curious about what was going on.  Joey and I both had expected to have the living shit beat out of us.  But by the end of the second week, I couldn't stand the silence anymore.  I had to know what happened.  I got my chance the second weekend after the day in the woods.

Saturday morning, I decided to check and see if they ever went back to the clearing in the woods to get the rest of their stuff.  They had, and as I was leaving, I felt I was being watched.  I carefully looked around, trying to look like I was looking for something on the ground near by.  I couldn't see anyone, but I kept _feeling_ a pair of eyes out there.  I gave up, and started heading home, when suddenly I knew exactly where they were, and who it was.  Rich was up in a tree waiting for me to walk by.

It was like intuition.  I knew he was going to jump me, try to force me to do something, and he was also a little scared of me.  I had stopped to think about this, but as I hesitated, I _knew_ that Rich was terrified that I was a witch of some sort.  I could have took off in the opposite direction for home, but I felt like I was in control of the situation.  I knew Rich couldn't hurt me.  Finally I decided what to do.

I looked right over to Rich's tree and told him to come out.  I made eye contact with him, and ordered him to come down, using the tone of voice that my mother uses on me when I was in trouble.  I wasn't supprised when he practically dropped from the tree that instant.  I knew I had made him do that, I just wasn't sure how.

I felt Rich going back and forth in his mind about whether to rush me, or run away like hell.  He decided to rush me, so I just smiled as evily as I could and softly said "freeze".

Five feet away from me going at full speed, Rich tumbled to the ground, unable to move any of his limbs, or even breath.

Since he was starting to turn a very strange color, I told him to breathe.  That worked, but I found I couldn't really do much with him like that.  I wanted answers, and I wanted to play with my new found powers over him.  Most of all, I wanted to force Rich to suck my dick like he had made Joey.

Thinking of this book I once read, I told him that when I counted to three, he would find himself unfrozen, but wouldn't be able to use his arms, legs, or hands, and also wouldn't be able to speak unless I told him.  When I reached three, his body relaxed, and he rolled onto his back with fear in his eyes.

I asked him what he had planned to do after he had jumped me.  It took me a moment to realize I had to allow him to speak, and then he lied and said "nothing".  I smiled and told him that for every time he lied to me he would slap himself as hard as he could.  I repeated the question, and again he lied.  After his own right hand had left its print on his right cheek, I asked him again.

He told me we was going to make me remove the spell that had made him a fucken' fagget.  Curious about what happened after we had left, I had him explain.

Once the four boys had finished fucking each other, they all freaked from what they had just done.  When they found their clothes missing, Keven started to lose it, and got so upset he had thrown up.  Jake had tried to calm him down, and the next thing Rich knew, Keven and Jake were frenching each other.

Rich stopped from his embarasment, and I somehow instantly knew everything else that had happened.  Not only had I somehow made them fuck each other that day, but I had turned them all into homosexuals.  Rich was more embarassed about his hardon than the memories he had been recalling.

I loved it.  Rich and his friends hated the way they couldn't resist the incredible lust they had for each other.  They didn't want to be gay, but they also could help but fuck and suck each other everyday after school.

And now I seemed to have the power to make Rich, my most hated enemy, do anything I wanted.

"I'll remove the spell if you suck me off and swallow it," I bluntly said.

The fear in his eyes turned to lust as he happily agreed, and I found myself dissatisfied by this.

"And you will have to suck me off any time I ask and in front of anyone I wish.  Otherwise you will become a ass licking, cum sucking faggot who tries to get in every guys pants he meets."

The fear returned to his eyes, makin my hard on that much harder.  My lust got the better of me, making my next words also become commands.

"No.  You will call me master and always beg me to let you suck me off and swallow my cum.  You want nothing more than to

Dissappointing isn't it?