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Stopwatch. (MC mf mff Fm+ orgy mast oral anal)


"So you see, while it's impossible to travel back in time, it 
may be possible to slow time, or even stop it."

Travis yawned and tried to get comfortable in his seat. He had 
been in this lecture theatre for what seemed like hours. This 
was the part he hated about being a senior in high school, the 
long, tedious lectures. He looked over at Matthew, Matt to his 
friends, of which Travis was the only card carrying member. As 
usual the nerd was watching the lecturer with rapt attention. 
"Christ," thought Travis, "doesn't anything bore this guy?" He 
decided to spend his time ogling Nancy Blake. Nancy was well 
known about school for having the most spectacular set of tits 
ever created. He imagined sliding his cock between those firm 
mounds of willing flesh. His fantasy was interrupted by a sharp 
jab to the ribs.

"Will you shut up," hissed Matt.

"I didn't say anything," protested Travis.

"You were moaning."

"I was?" Travis was surprised by this revelation.

"Yes you were. Now be quiet so I can listen to this lecture," 
replied Matt.

"Fine, listen to his shit then. I mean, it's not like what he 
says is actually possible or anything," said Matt. As far as he 
was concerned time travel was just a fantasy.

"Actually, his theories coincide with my experiments."

"Oh great, you're going to spend the rest of your life trying 
to invent a time machine. Why don't you invent something 
useful, like x-ray glasses," said Travis, ogling Nancy's blouse 
again.

"Tell you what, why don't you come over to my place after 
class," said Matt. "I think you will be very interested in what 
I've achieved so far." 

"Unless it's a big screen TV I very much doubt it," mumbled 
Travis.

***

"So what do you think?" asked Matt.

Travis wasn't sure what he was looking at. Somehow Matt had 
managed to get a shark cage into his basement. Nearby was a 
workbench covered in electronic equipment, with huge cables 
running to the cage. Under the workbench were at least a dozen 
car batteries, all hooked together with fat power cables 
running up to the bench. "What the hell is it?"

"What does it look like?" asked Matt.

"It looks like you're planning on electrocuting someone," 
replied Travis.

"Not exactly," said Matt. "You see, this equipment can use the 
power from these batteries to manipulate the magnetic field of 
the cage, causing an electro-magnetic pulse to be radiated out 
at approximately the speed of light, which in turn causes..."

"Okay, okay. If the aim of this invention is to confuse the 
hell out of me then it worked."

"All right, in layman's terms, what it does is stop time." Matt 
looked at the shocked expression on his friends face.

"You can stop time? You? Stop time?" Travis looked at the 
contraption. It looked like the only thing it would stop was 
anyone foolhardy enough to be near it when it was turned on. 
"So if you stop time, how do you start it again?"

"Well there's a switch in the cage that sends out a reverse 
polarity pulse," explained Matt.

"You mean you have to get inside that, that, thing," said 
Travis, pointing at the cage, "to switch time back on?"

"Actually, you have to get inside it to switch time off in the 
first place. You can't actually leave the cage, or you will be 
stopped like the rest of time."

"So what you're saying is that you've invented a way of 
stopping time, but not a way of taking advantage of it," said 
Travis.

"Okay, I admit that this way is a little clumsy, but it is just 
a prototype," said Matt. He reached into his pocket and pulled 
out an old wristwatch. "This, on the other hand, is much easier 
to use."

Travis looked at the watch in Matt's hand. It reminded him of 
those old bulky digital watches that young boys love so much. 
"Does it work?" he asked.

"There's only one way to find out," said Matt. He put the watch 
on his wrist, pushed a button on the side, and promptly 
disappeared.

"What the fuck?" said a very surprised Travis.

"Behind you," said Matt.

Travis whirled around to see his friend standing there, smiling 
at him. "How did you do that?"

"You should be more interested in how I did that," said Matt, 
pointing at Travis' waist.

Travis looked down to discover that he was standing in Matt's 
basement wearing nothing but his underwear. "Hey! Where are my 
clothes?"

"Over there," said Matt, motioning to a chair in the corner. He 
watched as Travis recovered his clothes and began to get 
dressed. "There's also something else, sort of a side affect."

"Which is?" asked Travis, doing up his pants.

"Sahara," said Matt.

Travis instantly began to get undressed again, not stopping at 
his underwear. In a matter of seconds he was completely naked. 
"Matt?" he asked. "Why did I just get undressed?"

"Because I gave you a suggestion while time was stopped. 
Whenever I say the word 'Sahara' to you, you'll get totally 
naked." Matt quietly chuckled to himself.

"That's very impressive," said Travis, getting dressed once 
more. "So when do I get to have a go?"

"Here," said Matt, taking another watch from his pocket and 
tossing it to his friend. "I made one for you too. But before 
you get any ideas, both watches are hooked together. If you 
stop time, mine does as well, and vice versa. That way you 
can't sneak up on me and have your revenge."

"I would never dream of doing such a thing," said Travis. 

"Yeah, right," said Matt. "And pigs might fly."

"Honestly, I would never use my new found power to embarrass my 
best bud." A gleam entered Travis' eye. "Nancy Blake on the 
other hand..."

***

Nancy Blake was getting ready to go out. It was Friday night 
and she was going clubbing with her friends, just like she did 
every Friday night. It was getting old, but somehow she felt 
obligated to do it, like it was her duty or something. "Oh 
well," she thought, "at the very least I'll get to drink as 
much as I want." She pulled on her best sweater, making sure 
that she didn't mess her make up, then looked out her bedroom 
window to see if her friends had arrived. Across the street she 
saw a shadowy figure leaning against a tree. As she watched the 
figure seemed to touch it's left wrist with it's right hand, 
then disappeared. Nancy's eyes opened wide in shock. "What the 
hell?" she thought. She rubbed her eyes then looked again, but 
if someone had been standing there, they were gone now. She 
turned around and saw something written on her bedroom mirror 
in lipstick. "Cassius?" she read aloud. Nancy's eyes went blank 
and she reached for her bedside phone. She picked it up and 
dialled her friends, one after the other, and told them she 
wasn't feeling well and would they mind if she didn't go out 
tonight. After her last call she hung up the phone and got 
undressed. When she was completely naked a figure stepped out 
of her wardrobe.

"I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Master," said 
Nancy as she knelt down before Travis.

"I know, Slave." Travis smiled as he saw a shiver of pleasure 
run through her body. He had used his new toy to set Nancy up 
for this, including telling her that she would get great 
pleasure from hearing him call her Slave.

"What do you want me to do, Master?"

"I want you to suck my cock until I cum, and you better swallow 
every drop too." He sighed as Nancy undid his pants and pulled 
out his hard cock. In a matter of seconds she was sucking on it 
like there was no tomorrow. Travis couldn't take this sort of 
attention for long, and was soon shooting his cum down her 
throat. Nancy was a good little slave and slurped up every last 
drop.

"Was that what my Master wanted?" she asked.

"It will do for now, Slave. Now go lie on the bed and play with 
yourself." He watched as Nancy did as she was told, sliding her 
fingers in and out of her pussy and pinching her nipples. It 
wasn't long before he was hard again. Commanding her to stop he 
climbed onto her bed and knelt between her legs. With one quick 
thrust he was inside her and pumping for all he was worth.

Nancy thought she was in heaven. Her master was sharing his 
body with her, this was the most incredible moment of her life. 
She climaxed again and again, yelling and screaming louder and 
louder with every orgasm. 

Downstairs her parents were quietly going about their business, 
oblivious to the noise coming from Nancy's bedroom. Travis had 
taken care of that eventuality. 

Travis was nearing orgasm himself. He stopped thrusting and 
pulled out, his cock slick with Nancy's juices. He moved up and 
straddled her chest, placing his dick between her breasts. 
"Okay, Slave, time for a good titty fucking."

Nancy shivered with pleasure as she grabbed her breasts and 
pushed them together around Travis' cock. "Oh yes, Master," she 
moaned. "Fuck my tities."

Travis did exactly that, ramming his cock back and forth 
between Nancy's mounds of flesh. He arched his back and groaned 
aloud as he came, shooting his cum all over Nancy's face.

Nancy was grateful for the compliment, and set about wiping her 
face clean with her hand before licking the cum from her 
fingers. She then took hold of Travis' rapidly softening cock 
and licked it clean as well. "Is my master satisfied?" she 
asked.

"For now," said Travis, "but I think it would be a good idea if 
you kept your Friday nights open."

***

"So how was Nancy?"

The two friends were killing time at the local mall, drinking 
Cokes and munching donuts. It was how they usually spent their 
Saturday mornings, when Travis could get Matt away from the 
textbooks. Matt could see that his friend was just dying to 
tell him all about the previous night's exploits. He was a 
little uneasy about using his new invention just to get into 
some girls pants. It just didn't seem right. But he still 
wanted to know what happened.

Travis didn't disappoint Matt. He told him every detail, from 
ordering Nancy's parents to ignore any noise they might hear, 
to ordering Nancy to be his willing sex slave. "But before I 
left, I told her to forget what happened. I didn't want her 
following me around like a loyal dog or something. She might 
cramp my style."

Matt nearly choked on his Coke. "Style? What style? You're as 
big a geek as me."

"Geeks don't get to titty fuck Nancy Blake," said Travis, 
preening.

"But they do use mind control tricks to get Nancy Blake into 
bed," pointed out Matt.

"Either way, I got some last night, and I could get some right 
now if I wanted," said Travis. "Which reminds me, why aren't 
you wearing your Stopwatch?" Both Travis and Matt had decided 
to call Matt's invention a Stopwatch.

"I just think it's too tempting," said Matt.

"Well of course it's tempting," said Travis, "but what's the 
point of having the power if you don't use it?" 

"Because it wouldn't be right," said Matt.

"Sheesh, will you cut this shit?" Travis was amazed at just 
what a stick in the mud Matt was being. But then he noticed 
that Matt was sneaking glances at a pair of girls sitting not 
far away from them. Both girls looked pretty hot to Travis, and 
a devious plan began to form in his mind. 

"What are you thinking?" asked Matt. He had seen the look in 
his friend's eyes.

Travis just laughed and touched the watch on his wrist.

If anyone had been watching the pair closely they would have 
noticed the taller boy change position without actually moving. 
But only one person was watching Travis closely enough to 
notice.

"What did you do?" asked Matt. He quickly looked down to see if 
he was still wearing clothes.

"Oh, nothing," giggled Travis. "By the way, go to the men's 
room."

Matt suddenly developed an overwhelming urge to go to the 
toilet. He didn't need to piss or anything, he just had to go 
to the bathroom and wait. He got up and made his way to the 
men's room across from the food court. He quietly cursed Travis 
as he went.

Travis followed along behind him, giggling to himself as he 
went. 

When they got to the bathroom Matt found that he didn't want to 
leave just yet. "Okay Travis, why are we here?" he asked.

"You'll see," said Travis. At that moment the door opened and 
the two girls Matt had been sneaking glances at walked into the 
room.

"Which one of you is Matt," asked the taller one, a blonde with 
cool blue eyes.

"He is," said Travis.

Before Matt could react the two girls grabbed him and dragged 
him into an empty stall. They immediately tore his clothes off 
and forced him to sit on the toilet. The girl brown hair and 
eyes knelt down and started to suck his cock while the blonde 
undressed.

"Pretty cool huh?" asked Travis. He was standing on the toilet 
in an adjoining stall and watching the action from the top of 
the partition.

Matt looked up at him but couldn't say a word. When the blonde 
girl was completely naked she motioned for the other girl to 
stand up. When the way was clear the blonde settled herself 
down on Matt's cock and began to slide her pussy up and down 
his shaft. Matt put his hands on her hips and tried to guide 
her rhythm but she was moving to fast for him. In a matter of 
seconds she was moaning and groaning like a wild woman.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, "I'm cumming." She threw back her head 
and with a deep guttural moan, she orgasmed. 

It was all too much for Matt and he climaxed with her, shooting 
his cum deep inside her. He sagged on the toilet seat and 
smiled. "That was pretty cool," he said, smiling up at Travis.

"It's not over yet," warned Travis.

The two girls urged Matt to stand up, then the blonde sank to 
her knees and began to suck his cock. It wasn't long before he 
was hard again. The blonde backed away and Matt noticed that 
the other girl was standing with her back to him, her hands 
pressed against the door to the stall as she waggled her arse 
at him.

"What are you waiting for?" asked Travis, "she wants you to 
fuck her in the arse."

Matt didn't need any further encouragement and quickly 
positioned himself behind her. Taking hold of her hips he 
guided his hard cock to the entrance of her arse. Any doubts he 
might have had about going through with it quickly disappeared 
when the girl pushed back, impaling herself on him. Matt 
quickly started thrusting, pumping his cock into her as hard 
and as fast as he could. The blonde decided that she didn't 
want to be left out of the action so she knelt beneath her 
friend and was soon lapping at her pussy. In no time at the 
entire bathroom was filled with the sounds of moaning and 
groaning. Matt buried his cock deep within the girls arse as he 
came, while she was rocked by her own orgasm. The blonde 
beneath them was swamped with cum.

"Now that's what I call a fuck," said Travis admiringly. "Okay 
girls, clean up and get dressed. When you leave here you will 
forget that this ever happened."

The two girls did as they were told, leaving Matt and Travis 
alone. Matt slowly got dressed, a big smile on his face.

"Now do you understand the power you have?" asked Travis.

"Oh yeah," said Matt, "do I ever."

***

Travis was really pissed off. He had just spent an hour in 
hell, or as it was more commonly know, Political Science. Ms. 
Dyson had spent the entire class riding his back about an 
assignment that he had failed to complete in time. It wasn't 
his fault he had spent most of the weekend fucking Nancy Blake 
senseless. Well okay, maybe a little bit was his fault but he 
would have had the assignment in if Ms. Dyson had just given 
him a little more time. But all through the class she had 
ridiculed him on being late, about how his hands were obviously 
too busy to take time to do his assignment. He had been sorely 
tempted to use his Stopwatch, but unfortunately he had left it 
in his locker during class. But at least now it was over. He 
had gym class now, which was something he actually looked 
forward too. Running a few laps was just what he needed to work 
out some of his frustrations. He opened the door to the gym and 
walked inside.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Travis Graham. So nice of you to get here 
on time. Must be an interesting change for you."

Travis looked up to see Ms. Dyson standing at the front of the 
class. She was wearing gym clothes and had a whistle around her 
neck. "What are you doing here?" asked a shocked Travis.

"I'm taking this class for Mr. Jones today, not that it's any 
of your business," replied Ms. Dyson.

Travis turned around and walked out of the class, down the 
hall, and straight to his locker.

***

Delores Dyson sent the boys in her class for a few laps of the 
gym hall. She didn't really want to take this class, but then 
she didn't have much choice. Clarence Jones was unable to 
attend class due to a broken arm, an injury given to him by his 
own wife. Apparently she had found out about the affair 
Clarence had been having with Delores. So now she had to take 
his gym class for him. It wasn't all bad though, she did get to 
see all those fit young boys running around, flexing their 
muscles, and generally working up a sweat. She was about to 
blow her whistle to get them to run faster when she noticed 
Travis standing in one corner of the gym. It was like he had 
suddenly appeared out of thin air. Delores took the whistle out 
of her mouth to yell at Travis to get his arse into gear and 
start running when she heard him say something to the other 
boys as they jogged past him. The boys stopped in their tracks 
and stared at her, and not in a nice way either. She 
involuntarily took a step back as they started to advance on 
her.

"What do you boys think you're doing?" demanded Ms. Dyson, 
regaining her composure. "You still have five laps to run. In 
fact, lets make it ten. Now start running." She blew her 
whistle but it had no effect on her students, they kept 
advancing on her. She decided that the best idea would be to 
head straight for the principals office. She opened the gym 
door and walked out, straight into the gym. She looked around. 
"This can't be right," she thought, "I just left this room." 
She turned and once again walked out the gym door, and once 
again she ended up inside the gym. 

"What the hell is going on around here?" she demanded of no one 
in particular. She looked around and noticed that her male 
students now surrounded her. Any anger she felt quickly turned 
to fear. She was about to scream when she heard Travis utter a 
single word.

"Verbatim."

The effect that word had on her was amazing. Her fear was now 
replaced by lust. She quickly tore off her clothes, showing her 
students everything she had. It didn't take the boys long to 
get the idea. They removed their own clothes and then swamped 
her. Delores suddenly found hard cocks being thrust at her from 
all directions. She grabbed the biggest one she could find and 
pushed its owner down on his back, then quickly climbed on top. 
As soon as she felt his cock slide into her pussy she started 
to grind her pelvis down on top of him. She felt hands on her 
butt, and then something long and hard force it's way into her 
arse. She leaned forward so that whoever was trying to butt 
fuck her could slide in nice and easy. Delores noticed another 
cock right in front of her face. She opened her mouth and the 
cock slid past her lips and over her tongue. She had every 
orifice filled with eager young cock now, as well as both hands 
full. Those boys who couldn't get inside her masturbated over 
the top of her. It didn't take long before Delores Dyson was 
covered in cum.

Travis watched the show and smiled. He thought that Ms. Dyson 
was taking to gangbangs like a duck takes to water. He looked 
at his watch and saw that there was still forty-five minutes of 
class time left.

"A forty-five minute fuck fest sounds pretty good too me," he 
said to himself. He settled down and watched the festivities.

***

While Travis was watching Delores Dyson rapidly become a high 
school legend, Matt was doing his own watching in a special 
math class. This class was reserved for talented students only, 
and it had some very interesting benefits. The biggest one, as 
far as Matt was concerned, was currently writing a complex 
algebraic problem on the board. Ms. Franklin was relatively new 
at teaching, being fresh out of college herself. At just 
twenty-three her body still defied gravity, with not a sag to 
be seen anywhere. Matt knew this for a fact; he had personally 
inspected every inch of her body, while she wasn't looking of 
course. Right now he was mentally calculating the weight of her 
left breast, to the nearest ounce. 

"Matthew, what are you looking at?"

Matt looked up to see Ms. Franklin addressing him. "Err... Ummm..."

"I think you better see me after school Matthew," said Ms. 
Franklin, a disapproving look in her eye.

"Shit," thought Matt. "She caught me looking and now she's 
going to read me the riot act." He secretly hoped that she 
wouldn't tell his parents.

After class he made his way outside. He had a study period now 
so there were no more classes until the end of school. He sat 
down in the study area and pulled out some textbooks.

"Christ Matt, is that all you ever do?" said Travis as he sat 
down next to him. "You really need to get out and experience 
life some more. Why don't I make a suggestion to Nancy and get 
her to show you some really interesting stuff concerning 
biology?"

"No thanks," said Matt. He continued to study his books, hoping 
it would get his mind off the detention he had to do this 
afternoon.

"Okay," said Travis, "what's wrong?"

"Ms. Franklin caught me staring at her breasts," said Matt, 
"and now I have detention."

"Want me to fix it?" asked Travis, waggling his stopwatch in 
front of Matt.

"No, that's ok," said Matt. "I should take responsibility for 
my own actions."

"Fuck that," said Travis, "have fun while you're young, that's 
my motto."

"Oh look, it's a herd of nerds." 

Matt and Travis looked up to see Judy and three of her fellow 
cheerleaders staring down at them.

"Is herd right?" asked Judy. "Or is it a gaggle?" She giggled 
at her joke, her friends joining in as they did with everything 
Judy did. She was queen of the cheerleaders and wielded her 
power like a club.

"Judy?" asked Travis as he touched his stopwatch.

"Yes nerd?' replied Judy.

"Go fuck yourself."

Okay," said Judy and immediately started to undress. Once she 
was naked she lay down on the floor and started to finger 
herself. While one hand was busy with her pussy her other hand 
grabbed one large breast and pulled it up to her mouth. Her 
tongue slid between her lips and lapped at her nipple, causing 
it to rise to attention. She moaned aloud and slid her fingers 
deep into her pussy, squelching in the juices that seemed to 
flow from her like a river.

"Umm Judy?' asked Casey, one of her cheerleader minions. "What 
are you doing?"

Judy replied by moaning loudly and bucking her hips as her body 
was overwhelmed by an orgasm.

The three cheerleaders looked at each other, shrugged, then 
started to get undressed. They always did whatever Judy did, 
and if that meant masturbating in a class full of nerds then so 
be it. Once they were completely naked they lay on the floor 
next to Judy and got down to business.

"Oh my God," said Matt. "Did you tell them all to do that?"

"No," said Travis, his mouth open and his eyes wide. "I just 
told Judy to do it. I don't know why the other three are 
frigging themselves like that." He looked around the class and 
saw the rest of the boys watching with rapt attention. An idea 
formed in his mind. "Watch this," he said to Matt and touched 
his stopwatch again.

"Watch what?" asked Matt. 

As soon as Judy heard his words she stopped what she was doing, 
got up and walked over to one of the boys that was watching the 
show. She sat down on his desk with her legs spread before him. 
"Fuck me now," she demanded.

The boy she was sitting in front of got up. It might have been 
because Judy was a powerful person in school or because he was 
just plain horny, but whatever the reason was his pants were 
soon around his ankles and his hard cock was diving deep into 
Judy's snatch. 

"Oh yeah, that's it," she moaned, "fuck me hard."

The other three cheerleaders had stopped fingering themselves 
by this time. Deciding that Judy should always be followed they 
picked out other boys in the class and demanded that they be 
fucked. Not surprisingly their demands were obeyed.

"This is unbelievable," said a shocked Matt. He looked at the 
orgy that was going on around him, knowing that only one person 
in the four couples was actually under mind control.

Travis on the other hand was too horny to be shocked. As soon 
as Judy's partner was spent Travis got up and walked over to 
her. "Okay slut," he said, "let's see if you like taking it up 
the arse."

Judy smiled at him and slid off the desk, and then turned 
around so she could lean over it. "Go on then," she said, "fuck 
my arse."

Travis dropped his pants and took his hard cock in hand. He 
slid it along Judy's dripping pussy, making sure that he 
covered it with her juices. As soon as it was well lubricated 
he placed the head of his cock at entrance of her arse. "Are 
you ready for it?" he asked her.

"Oh God yes. Fuck my arse nerd, fuck it hard."

Travis was momentarily shocked that she still called him a 
nerd. But then he thought of something that made him smile. He 
took off his school tie and ordered Judy to put her hands 
behind her back. As soon as she did he bound them securely. 
"There," he said, "much better." He then took his dripping cock 
and slid it into her arse, pushing it all the way home. "How's 
that bitch?' he asked. "Feel good?"

"Oh yesss," she moaned. She continued to moan as Travis pumped 
his cock in and out of her arse, his thrusts pushing her 
breasts and chin into the table surface.

"Yeah, that's it," said Travis, "take it all you little cum 
slut." He reached forward and grabbed Judy by the hair. He 
pulled her head up as he continued to fuck her, delighting in 
the way she moaned with pleasure. "Fuck," he thought, "she 
really gets off on this. I must try to remember for future 
reference."

"Oh God, I'm cummmmming," groaned Judy. Her body convulsed as 
her orgasm swept over her and Travis could feel his thighs 
being washed with her juices as they streamed from her pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah," groaned Travis as he felt Judy clamp down on 
his cock, "cum for me you little whore." He let go of her hair 
and used both hands to grab her hips before ramming his cock in 
and out of her arse, his balls slapping against her wet cunt. 

Judy moaned again as she felt herself being pushed into the 
desk once more, her tied arms stopping her from protecting 
herself. She was completely at the mercy of this man as he gave 
her the arse fucking of her life.

"You like that, don't you bitch?" asked Travis.

"Mmm yesss," agreed Judy.

"You like getting your arse fucked, don't you?"

"Yesss."

"You're my little cum slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am."

"What are you?"

"Your little cum slut."

"That's right bitch." Travis had broken into a sweat as he 
pummelled Judy's arse. "Who's your Daddy?" he asked.

"You are," replied Judy.

"And what do you want Daddy to do?" asked Travis.

"Fuck me," responded the cheerleader.

"Beg me."

"Please, Daddy fuck me, fuck your little girl."

"Yeah, that's it." Travis couldn't hold out any longer. 
"Christ, I'm going to cum."

"Oh yes Daddy," replied Judy, "cum in your little girls arse. 
Fill her with your jism."

Travis groaned and shot his load into Judy's arse. He felt her 
clench down and release, clench and release, like she was 
milking him. "Oh fuck," he sighed and pulled free, almost 
falling as his knees buckled . "Now that's a fuck."

Matt watched as Travis backed away from Judy, only to be 
replaced by one of his classmates. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he 
asked.

"Yeah, I did," replied Travis. He pulled up his pants and sat 
down next to his friend. "You gonna have a go at her?"

"No, I think you did enough for the both of us," said Matt.

Travis sighed in exasperation. "Look, Matt," he said, "you have 
to realise that you can do anything now. This gives you 
unimaginable power." He waved his own stopwatch in front of 
Matt. "You can have anyone or anything you want. Where is it by 
the way?" asked Travis, noticing that the watch wasn't on 
Matt's wrist.

"It's in my locker," replied Matt. He knew Travis was right; he 
truly did have incredible power. But he didn't think he could 
bring himself to use it the way that Travis did.

"Look," said Travis, sliding an arm around Matt's shoulder, 
"you like Ms. Franklin, don't you?" Travis smiled as he thought 
about the young teacher. Her body had been the object of many 
teenage fantasies, female as well as male.

"Yeah," admitted Matt.

"Well then, why don't you get your watch and have some fun with 
her?"

"Because I would feel guilty about it," replied Matt.

"Why?" asked Travis. "You can do her anyway you like, and when 
you're finished you just tell her to forget it ever happened. 
It's not like you're traumatising her or anything."

"What if something goes wrong?" asked Matt.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. What if the suggestions don't work?"

"Then she won't let you fuck her in the first place," replied 
Travis. "She'll probably slap your face and that will be the 
end of it."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"So you see," said Travis, "you really have nothing to lose, 
aside from a little pride, and a hell of a lot to gain."

"Well..."

"Just think about sliding your cock between those luscious 
breasts." whispered Travis. "Just imagine those gorgeous lips 
wrapped around your shaft." He smiled at his friend. "Imagine 
what it would feel like to slide your dick into that pussy."

"Okay," said Matt. "I'll try it."

"Really?"

"Really."

***

Matt opened his locker and took out his stopwatch. "I can't 
believe I'm doing this," he said to himself. He considered 
putting it back but then the image of Ms. Franklin, naked and 
begging him to make love to her rose up in his mind. It was an 
image that made him smile. 

"Hello, nerd," came a deep voice from behind him.

Matt spun around to see Shane Thomas, the school bully, 
standing in front of him. Shane had a reputation for being 
cruel and extraordinarily stupid. He was feared by most of the 
students, and a few of the teachers, and was the last person 
Matt was expecting to see. 

"Nice watch," said Shane as he snatched it from him.

"Give that back," said Matt.

Shane looked at the old watch that he had taken from Matt. It 
was black with big numbers and a large button on the side. 
"What does this button do?" he asked.

"Don't press that!" shouted Matt but it was too late. Shane 
pressed the button and promptly disappeared.


End of Part I

***

This story is an experiment for me, to see if I can write 
interesting MC stories. I haven't written the second part yet, 
and may not write it at all for that matter, it's up too you, 
the reader.

If you want to see more of this story then email me at 
Pariah_Dog@Excite.com and tell me. 

To make it a little more interesting I'm also asking for 
suggestions for the second part of "Stopwatch". Tell me what 
you would like too see happen. The best suggestion will be 
incorporated into the story, and the winner will get a part in 
the story. This means that you can place yourself in your 
suggestion. The more creative your suggestion, the more likely 
it is to win.

Pariah Dog








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