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Part One

“Hey Andrew, where you fags going? To go butt fuck each other somewhere?” Max said, looming over me. He had just come around the corner, around the fence surrounding a house and a large bush that hid him until he was right in front of us, and just as he saw me, he pushed me back, as if it was my obligation to stay out of his personal space. My friend Corey backed up to stay in line with me, and away from Max. It wasn’t just that Max was almost a full head taller than either of us, and just more athletic and imposing. It was also that he had been the bully who tormented us all our lives, since grade school, and any past attempts on our part to even the playing field had long ago been met with a beating that was sufficient to remind us to stay in our place. We had since learned the easiest thing to do was simply endure his insults and humiliations.

Max particularly hated me, because of Caitlin. Caitlin and I were now boyfriend and girlfriend, in that way that young teenagers are, trying to figure out what it even means to be in a relationship beyond declaring that we’re together. Caitlin was more than the most popular and attractive girl at school. Even at 15, she was already stunningly beautiful in a way that stood out above and beyond the kind of beauty that might make a girl the best looking in her school. She was Korean, in that her parents were from there but she was born here in America, and she didn’t have that typical slender Asian body. She had long legs and a firm and round ass, a thin waist, and breasts that were huge for her body size and yet still perfectly proportioned. They were massive, high, and round, and even though they were very firm, when she walked by they jiggled just enough to hypnotize any man. Caitlin looked like she might one day be a movie star, or super model, destined to be sought out for her looks on a nationwide or even global level. With her exotic Asian looks, her dark almond eyes, tan colored skin, and long, course, black hair down to the small of her back, she was definitely the ideal of any man. Already her Instragram was starting to get thousands and thousands of followers, increasing all the time, as she got a little bolder and posted more provocative pictures.

Not that she would ever post anything overtly sexual like some kind of cam girl. Caitlin was a wholesome, chaste girl who just had natural beauty that could not be denied no matter how innocent her selfies were. Her parents were Christian, and I learned from her that a lot of Koreans were. She wasn’t as conservative as her parents, but she still had solid Christian values. She just like to post normal pictures of wearing fashionable clothes she liked and in front of nice backgrounds. But, no matter how simple and innocent her pictures might be, even at this young age, her huge, huge tits commanded attention, especially in comparison with her lithe athletic body that had found just the right amount of voluptuousness. Her beautiful healthy and shiny long hair and bright smile with perfect teeth gave her a star quality that made her outright pornographic body seem more like an artist’s ideal woman than simply an object of lustful attention.

Of course, that’s exactly what she got. Men from all over the world posted comments on her pictures saying things in all sorts of languages about how they wanted to date her, to fuck her, to take care of her, to marry her, and more. Some were just awkward, some were simple statements of appreciation, and some were outright creepy. At first Caitlin would try and delete and block the creeps, but, it was just too many, so she just accepted it as part of life. She was more concerned about the creeps in real life. The men of all ages, the teachers even, the fathers of friends, people just walking down the street, that would notice her. She got hit on all the time, and some men would back off when she said her age, but not all of them. She quickly learned how to avoid dangerous situations, but not all of them were so easy.

Like Max, who wanted Caitlin more than anything. However, Caitlin absolutely hated Max. She hated him because she was a good and moral Christian girl, and he was arrogant and selfish, and it turned her off completely. Early on, Max tried to assert dominance over me by making fun of me in the halls of our school, trying to stuff me into a locker, even though the locker was too small to fit anyone in. He was loudly joking about how disappointing that all the movies lied about how you could stuff a nerd into a locker, and maybe he should just throw me in the trash outside. I think in his mind he assumed that the more “alpha” he acted, the more a girl like Caitlin would be naturally attracted to him.

However, it had exactly the opposite effect. Not only did his actions lower him in her eyes as some kind of uncivilized barbarian, it made her sympathise with me. She pushed Max off, pulled me away from the locker, and walked with me down the hallway, away from Max, in front of everyone.

Caitlin and I had always been friends, and of course I loved her since we were both little. I don’t think I’m a bad looking guy, but, I’m just average, with brown hair and brown eyes, and a normal build. I’m not rich or super athletic or musically talented or anything like that. I get good grades in school, so I probably have a chance to make money in the future, but that’s about it. For now, I was just a regular guy, and it’s only the luck of being born in the same neighborhood as Caitlin that I got as close as I did. As children, of course, we weren’t in love like boyfriend and girlfriend, but, our parents were friends and I got to hang out with her, and she was my favorite friend to hang out with. When we reached junior high and she started to become beautiful and popular, I resigned myself to the fact that she was slowly becoming someone out of my league, and the best I would be is friend zoned, probably to spend my whole life listening to her complain about rich handsome men who treated her wrong.

Guys like Max. As much as I hated him, I couldn’t deny the objective facts that he was this tall, blond, blue eyed, athletic, good looking all American boy. His family had money since forever, just one of those rich families that seem to just have money and talk about different businesses the invest in or own, and it seems like they do everything and nothing at once. I guess these days you call them the one percent. Max had everything going for him, and he knew it, and he thought it made him better than everyone else.

Which is why on some level he felt like he deserved Caitlin. It was outside his whole concept of how the universe worked to imagine that not only would Caitlin not go for him, but she would go for me. Which is what happened right after the incident when he tried to push me into a locker. She walked home with me, and asked me if I was okay. I was embarrassed, of course, but she made it all okay by telling me she was proud that I didn’t fight back like some kind of dumb jock. My actions were more Christian than Max’s. Just as we got to my door, she said she always liked me, I was always her favorite person to hang out with, and that she trusted me more than anyone else because I had always been kind to her before her beauty made it so that every man just talked about having sex with her.

She kissed me on the cheek, and just like that, all my dreams had come true. Caitlin and I were in love, and in a weird way, it was thanks to Max for sparking the moment that made it happen. He knew that’s what happened, so, he hated me all the more. It was if somehow I stole something from him by turning his plans all upside down. More than stealing from him, it was as if I was doing something wrong on a bigger, cosmic level. Like the universe itself was all wrong if a guy like me was with Caitlin and he wasn’t.

However, the one thing he knew was that the more he belittled me, the more he bullied me, the more Caitlin would not respect him. Before that day, Max would dunk my head into toilets and give me swirlies, he would pull my pants down in front of everyone in the schoolyard, he would push me into muddy puddles, he would knock books out of my hands, and just about anything you’ve ever imagined a bully to do to a kid. If ever I fought back, he would knock me down as if it were nothing, and then twist my arm or give me wet willies or whatever else to make me apologize. However, after that day that Caitlin and I became boyfriend and girlfriend, Max backed off. It wasn’t that he had learned any lesson on how to be a better person, it was that he wanted to fuck Caitlin and make her his, and he felt like it would be harder to reach that goal if he gave her reasons to look down on him.

He still pushed me around and called me names when she wasn’t around, just like this day when he pushed me and asked me where Corey and I were going. He just never did anything that would be noteworthy enough for me or anyone to mention to Caitlin. However, just behind his restraint, I could feel the rage he was holding back. The more he had to “play nice” so as not to further lose Caitlin’s respect, the more he resented me. I could tell he was just barely holding in a desire to kill me if he could. He would do anything to get me out of the way and have Caitlin.

“Nowhere,” I said, in response to him asking where me and Corey were going. It was late after school, and Corey and I were going somewhere. Somewhere super important, but there was no way in hell I was going to tell Max. It was a little strange that he happened to be walking in the same area as us. Not just because of course his family bought him an expensive sports car for his 16th birthday, so it was weird that he would be walking. It was also that this was a part of town where there wasn’t much going on. It was mostly empty because a lot of people lost their homes after the housing crisis a decade ago, and with them, lots of other stores and other places went out of business. I wondered if maybe he had followed us. “What the fuck are you doing around here?” I asked him.

“Not that it’s any of your fucking business, retard,” he said with a sneer, “but my dad might give me some money to buy up some property here while it’s so cheap. It’s something I could get rich off of in the future,” he said, turning a simple question into something to brag about, like he always did.

“Whatever,” I said, walking around him. When we were kids, I would have never dared to dismiss him like that, but now that he held back because of Caitlin, I was getting bolder. Corey followed me, with more caution, making sure to stay well away from Max. “Just leave us alone.”

“You didn’t tell me where you’re going,” Max called out behind us, as if he had some right to know. “That’s right, I didn’t!” I said, and just after we turned a corner, Corey and I high fived because it felt good to talk back to Max like that and get away with it for a change.

I didn’t want Max to know because where we were going had the potential to change everything about the dynamic between me and him. We were on a quest for a magic ring!

Of course, it wasn’t really magic. There’s no such thing as magic. However, there really was a ring, and there were legends about it being magic, and more importantly, it was definitely valuable. My grandfather told me about it just before he passed away. Apparently when he was a kid, there was talk about how someone from Europe had brought over this magic ring. No one was sure of its origin. It had writing on it that was maybe Sumerian, but also had hieroglyphs on it like maybe it was Egyptian. Some said it was found in a tomb in the middle east that was older than the pyramids.

Apparently there were all sorts of weird goings on in our town around the time someone arrived with this ring. My grandfather didn’t know who brought it, but that was a time when there were still lots of immigrants coming over from Europe, so lots of people were moving in all the time. My grandfather wouldn’t tell me what was so weird about the ring or how anyone knew the ring was making people crazy, but, he said that men and women were doing things they shouldn’t have been doing, and I was too young to know any more than that.

Whatever it was that was happening, of course, people blamed the devil and said there were witches, and if you ask me, what I think happened was that eventually someone found this strange looking ring and made it a convenient excuse to blame everything on it. Which was good, I guess, because instead of having some witch trial, and some poor woman getting drowned or burned, they could just get rid of the ring. So this ring was disposed of, and according to my grand father, after that, the town returned to normal. My grandfather had heard from his great uncle or someone who was the mayor of the town or something at the time. It was one of those stories where exactly who told it to my grandfather was kind of vague, so even when I was a little kid, I knew my grand father was probably just making up some kind of wild story to entertain me.

They could have thrown the ring way out into the ocean or something, and that might have been the end of the story. However, even though I think my grandfather would have liked the story to end there, in the year or so before he passed away, he started to get a little absent minded. He would talk about things that sometimes made no sense, and sometimes forget what he just said, and that kind of thing. I would go over and mow his lawn and help around his house and sometimes he’d have a beer on the back porch and talk to me. It was during one of his spells that he told me that the ring was hidden in a house in this neighborhood. The neighborhood that was now mostly empty. Like I said, I thought it was just him making stories. However, he gave some details, about how it was under a trap in the floor, in a basement that had some stain glass in it. He spelled out some details about the house and other information that was just too specific to be just some story. That plus he seemed to be telling me stuff that he didn’t seem to want to tell me when he was in his right mind gave me the spark of suspicion to think maybe there was a little more to this story. Most importantly, though, he mentioned that the ring might also have some other treasures with it. Also that the ring was gold and encrusted with jewels, so that even without its historical value, it was incredibly valuable. Maybe worth thousands of dollars, maybe tens of thousands, maybe even more. That’s when I wondered if maybe he did believe the stories of magic and curses, because otherwise, why didn’t he go get the ring himself?

My family was struggling a bit. My father worked at a factory where there had been layoffs and pay was often late. I worked a job at a fast food restaurant and helped pay the bills. My mom worked at an all night pharmacy at the cash register. We were making ends meet, but, I had less time to spend with Caitlin, and even when I did see her, I couldn’t afford to do too much. She said she didn’t care about that, she respected me for all that I did to be responsible and work for my family. However, I couldn’t help but notice how guys like Max went around with their fast cars and went on vacations, and would have so much to offer Caitlin. Even if she didn’t say so, I felt like she was sacrificing opportunities she could have otherwise in order to be with me. I wanted to be the guy that there was no compromise.

Maybe ten years from now, when I got my education, I could get a good job with good pay and be able to provide for Caitlin what she deserved, but ten years was a long time in which a lot could change. I had no doubt in my mind that Caitlin was on the verge of being scouted by some international modelling agency or something, and being asked to tour the world, and she would be exposed to lots of amazing experiences that I wouldn’t be a part of, and rich guys who could offer her everything, and it would be so much to compete with.

However, if I could get just a bit of a break, a bunch of money that I could build off of, I could stay ahead of the curve, be able to be the kind of man that would be at least able to play near Caitlin’s level. I didn’t think I would suddenly become super rich immediately, but, if I had some extra money and opportunity, that could be the deciding factor. It’s one thing if you can travel with your girlfriend every now and again so when she travels for work it’s not so super different. It’s another thing if she comes home from a modelling gig in Paris, and you can’t even afford to take her for dinner because you didn’t get enough shifts at McDonald’s that week.

I didn’t tell Corey exactly what I was looking for, and I felt a little bad about that. From what my grandfather said, there might be more than just a ring, in which case we could split the loot. If it was just the ring, we’d work it out then. However, I have to admit, that if I could, I was going to just take the ring for myself. Depending on how much I could sell it for, I would cut him in, but, I felt I needed it more.

Most of the houses in the area had been stripped bare. People sold everything they could when the economy went bad, and then after that people would steal everything. Sometimes houses got used by people doing drugs, so we had to be careful. That’s why Corey was along, so that he could be look out while I did most of the searching. We’d been doing this for months now, not every day, but when we could. I think Corey was starting to think I was crazy, looking around for junk in abandoned houses. However, it was also sort of an adventure and way for us to hang out, so it wasn’t so bad.

We came across another house that looked possible. My grandfather mentioned a few details about the house, and of course it had to be an old on, not one of the newly built ones, so at least we didn’t have to go into each and every one. Like usual, I crow barred open the back door while Corey kept watch. It was dusk, so it was dark, and I used my flashlight to look around. I took my time, because I knew some key details to look for that would let me know it was the right kind of house, however, Corey thought that I was just searching in general, so I couldn’t just go in and out or that would seem suspicious.

There was a basement, and it’s always scary heading down into a basement, but I was getting a bit used to it now. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I realized this might be the place. There was a small stained glass window, just about the ground line, letting in a little light from the lowering sun. It had a cross on it, so on the opposite wall, it was as if the pattern of the stained glass was projected there, and the cross subtly formed an arrow pointing down. There was an old moldy carpet that tore into shreds when I pulled it up, but underneath, was a trap door. I was so excited I was trembling.

I opened the trap door, and then, underneath, there was another door, about two feet square, made of heavy metal, like iron, and a big padlock. I tried prying the padlock off with my crowbar, hoping the rust made the padlock weak, but, it wouldn’t give. Then I tried using some small screwdrivers I had with me to pick the lock. Not that I know how to pick a lock, but I hoped it was a simple lock that could be easily opened. That wasn’t the case though. And after enough time I thought Corey would start to be worried about me, I put everything back in place as much as I could, and headed up to Corey. “Find anything?” he asked me as I came outside. “There’s some, uh, more areas I want to explore, so we should come back to this one. I got to get home to dinner, though, so let’s get going,” I said, and the two of us started on our way to catch the bus back to our neighborhood.

I could barely sleep that night, and I tried to hide my excitement and anticipation throughout the day. Corey and I rarely went to the abandoned neighborhood two days in a row, but, I had to get back there. I tried to make it seem like it wasn’t that big a deal, I just wanted to check something out. Caitlin was more observant than Corey, though, and she asked me, “You’re going back to the neighborhood again? What are you hoping to find there that’s so important?” “Nothing specific,” I lied, though I felt bad about it. I knew if I found what I was hoping for, though, it would ultimately go toward making her happy, so I felt that lying for now would be acceptable. “I, uh, just promised Corey we’d go again today,” I lied again, hoping she wouldn’t talk to Cory before he and I went again. I didn’t see Max that day, however, that wasn’t totally unusual, because he had different classes than me mostly, and was often out of class because of special sports events and practices and stuff.

Right after school, Corey and I caught the first bus over to the neighborhood, and I tried not to walk noticeably faster to get to the house. We set up as usual, with Corey on the lookout, and I went inside. Once in the old house, I practically ran down to the basement, no longer able to contain myself. I had brought some more heavy duty tools of my dad’s, and I was either going to smash open that lock or dig out the whole metal safe it was in! I ripped up the musty carpet, and threw open the wooden trap door!

To my surprise, the padlock was gone! I pulled back in surprise almost as if something in the trap door had jumped out at me. Quickly with my flashlight I looked around the room, and off to one side near the wall, I saw the old padlock, broken open, lying on the floor where someone had tossed it aside. “No, no no!” I said and then I grabbed the iron door of the metal safe and pulled it upwards. It was empty! I felt a feeling inside me that was just as empty. Just like the safe itself, something had been taken out of me. All the hope, all the fantasies about what I could do with the treasure.

Recovering a bit, I thought about different possibilities. Maybe I had loosened the lock more than I thought, and then some drug addict came in here to loot the place and found it. Maybe there was never anything in the safe anyway. Maybe someone saw Corey and I and came in and found what I had found. “Hey, Andrew! You should come on up here!” I heard Corey yell. I had a sinking feeling that whatever was going on was something to do with the safe being empty, since Corey almost never called me up like that. I grabbed my tool bag and headed back up.

Opening the back door, I first saw Corey, looking at me with a concern, and then as I stepped past him, I saw in the alley behind the house, Max’s bright red sports car. My heart sunk, though I didn’t put it together just then, I just knew that with everything else going on, I didn’t want to also deal with Max. That’s when Max hit me at the perfect moment and said, “Looking for this?” and he held up his right hand, and on the middle finger was a big, gold, jewel encrusted ring. It looked every bit as valuable as I had hoped. It sparkled almost unnaturally, though I was probably imagining things because of how frustrated I was. I can’t even begin to express how angry and disappointed and frustrated and many other feelings I can’t even name I was. It wasn’t just not having the ring and all the possibility that went with it, it was that of all people, Max had it. Not only the guy who I would least want to have it, but also the guy who needed it least in the world.

“Give it back, Max, that’s mine!” I said, hoping to bluff him into giving to me, even though I knew it was a long shot. For a response, he just laughed. “Hah hah hah! Fuck you, Andrew, you little faggot!” He said, and then he continued, “Actually, I think it might be my family’s. My great grandfather mentioned something about a ring that was stolen from our family. Said it was magic or some bullshit. Maybe this is it! Is this a magic ring, faggot?” I felt something twist inside of me, that maybe it did belong to Max’s family, maybe they were the ones causing all the trouble back in the day. It would make sense, his whole family were selfish assholes. “No, Max, it’s not magic,” I said, with a tone like he was being foolish. “It’s just an old ring, and those aren’t even real jewels. Just give it back,” I said, still trying to bluff him out of it.

“Wow, you really want this ring, don’t you faggot? How bad do you want this ring? Enough to blow me for it? Because you’re a faggot anyway?” I hated his smug smile as he stood there holding his hand with the ring up so I could see it clearly as he was withholding it from me. I felt strangely frozen, though, like I wanted to say more, but couldn’t. “Hah hah hah! Come on faggot, come on over here and suck my dick, and maybe I’ll give you the ring! Hah hah hah!” He was joking, just making jokes about me being gay, and I knew that, and of course that’s not something I’d ever do, but, incredibly, against my will, I stepped one step closer to him. He braced himself, assuming I was going to start a fight, though he kept smiling because he knew he would just beat me up, but then I got down on my knees, and I started unbuckling his pants! Inside I was screaming not to do it, fighting myself every step of the way, but I couldn’t stop myself. “What the fuck??!!” Max yelled and he pulled back and pushed me back with the palm of his hand on my forehead hard enough for me to fall backward. “You fucking faggot! I don’t actually want you to suck my dick! Are you fucking stupid? Holy shit, how bad do you want this fucking ring?” I felt a release, like my actions were my own again, and I just looked up, confused.

Max looked at me and at Corey and at the ring, and he was just in shock. There was silence between all of us. “Wait, are you two really gay for each other?” Max asked, smirking like he had found out an awesome secret. “Wait, you’re not even really Caitlin’s boyfriend, are you? You’re just her best gay friend! It makes so much sense now. I knew a girl that smoking hot couldn’t settle for a shit stain like you!” Max seemed almost giddy with excitement, so it was hard to tell if he just found a new angle to belittle me that amused him, or he really did think Corey and I were gay. “Admit it, just say you’re gay for your fuck buddy Corey here. Hah hah hah!”

“I’m gay for my fuck buddy Corey,” I said, and as soon as I said it I literally held my hands over my mouth as if I could try and stop the words coming out. Not because there was any truth in them, but it was a futile attempt to try and stop myself from saying things I didn’t want to say. “What the fuck man?” Corey said, and I looked back at him and my eyes were so wide and I looked confused, and I could tell he could see that I was totally confused so I didn’t mean it. Then the two of us looked over at Max who was also confused. There was a strange moment where just for once in all of our lives, a moment that never happened before and would never happen again, the three of us felt the exact same thing. We were all stunned. I knew in that moment that Max didn’t actually think there was a chance I was gay, he knew that I was actually Caitlin’s boyfriend. So what I was saying, repeating his commands, indicated something going on. Then, almost in unison, all three of us looked at the ring. As I did, Max started to smile, and I felt a sinking feeling in my gut. “Go kiss your little gay boy boyfriend then!” Max said.

I stood up, and walked over to Corey, who was backing up as he said, “Hey, what the fuck, man??! What the fuck are you doing?” However, Max then said, “Oh come on Corey, you don’t have to pretend anymore. You can kiss him back.” Just like that, Corey’s whole attitude changed, and he opened his mouth to receive mine. My hands went to his shoulders as his went around my waist, and we closed in. “NO, stop! That’s fucking gross! I don’t want to see that!!” Max said, and I felt released, and Corey and I immediately pushed away from each other. “Hmmm, let’s see. Oh, I know, Corey, kick Andrew in the balls!” Max said, and without a second of hesitation or resistance, Corey soccer kicked me in the balls, and I went down, hard. As soon as he finished, Corey got down with me and said, “Andrew! I’m sorry! I don’t know why I did that! Shit! I’m sorry, man!”

I got up to a sitting position with Corey kneeling beside me, and the two of us looked over at Max. His expression was hard to read. He looked partly pleasantly surprised, but partly his mouth was hanging open in disbelief. He had his right hand in a fist up near his face, and he looked down at the ring. He turned his hand to look at it from different angles and then he looked away, off to the side, not lost in thought, but as if so many thoughts were happening as once he couldn’t have a reaction for any of them. Then a big evil smile went across his face, and he nodded to himself as if he knew what must happen. He didn’t say anything, he just turned and walked away from us, in total confidence that there was nothing we could do to stop him. Corey and I watched him get in his car and go, and then we just looked at each other in disbelief. There were so many questions about what had just happened. And then suddenly, I realized how we got to this moment didn’t matter. There was something far more pressing that was about to happen!

“Caitlin!” I yelled, as I practically jumped up to my feet.

Part Two

I immediately pulled out my iPhone and called Caitlin even as Corey I were rushing to the closest main street. Corey had the good idea to call an Uber. It would cost me more than I wanted to pay, but there was no way we’d get back even close to being in time to do anything about Max raping Caitlin.

She didn’t answer, so I started sending text messages. “Stay away from Max! Leave wherever you are and come meet me at the park!” I wrote a bunch of messages all saying the same thing.

An Uber came up and and Corey and I got in. Fortunately he had use of his parent’s credit card, and I told him I’d pay him back later, though he also said he didn’t care about that. We’d have to do something to save not only Caitlin, but maybe everyone. Corey had seen what Max could do, and he knew that it wouldn’t just be Caitlin in danger.

“What are we going to do when we find him?” Cory asked when we were in the car and there was nothing to do but wait until we got close to our own neighborhood. I thought hard. I didn’t know anything about the way the ring worked, but, it did seem that Max had to see or speak to the people he was commanding. Maybe if someone could sneak up behind him. I thought of a risky plan.

“We know he’s going to go for Caitlin first thing,” I said, “maybe we can sneak up on him and hit him from behind, knock him out while he’s distracted.” Corey nodded his head, but then he said, “You want to use Caitlin as bait, though? He’s going to fuck her, and you’d have to let that happen while you tried to sneak up without being seen. And if she saw you first, she might give you away.” I thought about it and realized he was right.

“You need to do it,” I said. “If I’m with Caitlin when he finds us, he’ll probably want to humiliate me or something first, and that can be the time when you sneak up behing him. You’ve got to hit him hard, though, one blow, to the back of the head, knock him out right away. If you don’t, he can probably do something.” Corey looked back at me with real concern, “If I hit him that hard, it could kill him or give him brain damage. It’s not like the movies were people just go unconscious for a while until you want them to wake up. It could be a crime I end up going to jail for!”

“But, if we get the ring,” I said, “then we can use it to trick the police or whoever, and make it all go away.” Corey looked at me incredulously. “That’s assuming we know how the ring works. What if it runs out of power, or only works for him. Fuck, man, we don’t know shit about any of this. I could end up going to jail for life if it turns out we’re wrong about anything.”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” I said. “You meet Caitlin and when Max shows up, you try to stall him any way you can. I’ll sneak up and hit him. I wouldn’t give a shit if he dies. If it means saving Caitlin, I’ll go to jail.” Corey looked at me with an intense, serious look to let me know that we were involved in something more real than we have ever dealt with before.

Just then, my phone rang, and it was Caitlin. “What’s going on? Why are you being so freaked out? What’s Max doing?” she said. I said, “Max has gone crazy, and he wants to rape you. Are you home? You’ve got to get away from anywhere he might find you. Go to the park, our usual place.” We often met up at a small park near Caitlin’s house when we wanted to get away from our parents. No one knew our meeting place except us, so Max wouldn’t be able to find us there. “You have to go right now though! I’m almost there, so I’ll meet you right away.”

I hung up, and Corey and I looked at each other with grim determination. The Uber driver took us to the park, and we went to the spot where Caitlin was to come to. “We have to get ready. Max could show up any time.” I looked around for something to use as a weapon. There were some large rocks and some branches from nearby trees, but they all looked too awkward to hold. “Hey, maybe here!” Corey called out. He found a storage locker near some kind of park office building, just a small structure that looked kind of like a house. It was shuttered closed, but there was a tool shed beside it with a rusted lock. I used a large brick to knock the rock off, and inside we found some tools. I found a large wrench that was big enough that it would definitely knock anyone out if you hit them with it. In fact, it almost certainly would kill them.

Corey and I got back to the meeting spot. We looked around to see if anyone saw us, and it wasn’t that surprising that no one was there. It was a little after dinner time by now, and the park didn’t have that many people at night. Still, it seemed kind of amazing that we just broke into the tool shed and stole property without anyone noticing. It was as if acting with total confidence in our actions made it so that the world just went along with it.

Caitlin arrived, and I saw her appear at the edge of the park and come toward us. She was wearing tight jean shorts and a T shirt that she had thrown on, with sandal heels. They were clothes that she just threw on, but still, she made them look like the carefully chosen clothes of a photo spread in a magazine. Even as she hurriedly walked along, her long sensual legs stepped with grace, and each footfall caused her massive tits to jiggle just a little, her shirt just tight enough to make their shape clear, mesmerizing both me and Corey. “What’s going on? Why is Corey here?” She asked.

“It’s Max,” I answered, “It’s hard to explain, but, he’s coming after you. He has this ring that can make people do stuff. I know it sounds crazy, but, please, just trust me, we have to keep you safe.” Caitlin looked at me like I was crazy. I knew that it was only because she loved me as much as she did that she would even listen to such crazy talking. Then she saw the wrench in my hand. “Andrew! What are you going to do?” I put the wrench behind me, not to pretend I didn’t have it, but to try and make it less prominent in the discussion. “Please, Caitlin, you have to trust me!”

Just then, Caitlin’s phone rang. We all looked at each other. She didn’t wait for confirmation from any of us, though, she just pulled it up and answered. “Hello? Max? How did you get my number? My parents gave it to you? Why would they, what? I’m at the park, the baseball diamond, to the right of the scoreboard.” Caitlin then put down the phone, then, as if she snapped out of a trance, looked at me and Corey and said, “That was so weird. Why did I tell him where I was? I felt like I didn’t want to, but I did!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” I practically yelled, not out of anger, but because I was so tense and also kind of relieved that she had experienced enough that she might understand. “Max can make people do things now, and I’m afraid he’s going to make you do things you don’t want to do!” Caitlin’s eye’s widened, and she suddenly grabbed onto me, holding me tight, her gargantuan tits pressed between us. Even in this tense time, I couldn’t help but notice how good it felt to have her titanic jugs squeezed between us. She looked up at me with her gorgeous face, her dark sensual almond shaped eyes forming tears. “Are you going to protect me?” she said, her genuine fear breaking my heart. “Yes,” I said, finding strength and courage in myself, “I’m not going to let that asshole do anything do you. Corey and I have a plan. But he can’t know I’m here. Whatever happens, you just have to stall him so that I can sneak up on him! He’ll be here any moment, so there’s no time to explain! Just stay with Corey and try to stall Max as long as you can!”

I turned and ran off to hide behind a wall near the baseball diamond’s dugout. There were gaps in the wood that let me see through to where Corey and Caitlin were. Max must have gone to Caitlin’s house and made her parents give him Caitlin’s number, so I knew which way he would be coming from. It was only a few moments before Max’s red car pulled up. He got out, and even from where I was standing, I could see his self satisfied smirk.

“Jesus Christ,” Max said as he walked up, “Look at your tits! They’re fucking perfect. They’re so fucking big. YOUR TITS ARE SO FUCKING HUGE! I’m going to love cumming all over them! And your pretty face. Holy shit, I’ve been waiting for this.”

“You realize that what you’re doing is rape, don’t you?” Corey said. I nodded my head approvingly from my hiding spot. It was a good way to get Max to talk, to try and make it an issue of his pride that he had to force a woman to be with him. “She wouldn’t want to touch you unless you forced her. Doesn’t that make you feel like less of a man?”

Max looked at Corey with a smug look, as if he wasn’t thinking about how to answer the question, but just trying to think of how to mock Corey. “Have you seen how hot Caitlin is? I would absolutely rape her given the chance. So would you, you hypocritical little faggot. However, this isn’t rape, this is something totally different. You’re flattered, aren’t you Caitlin?” Caitlin said, “yes, I like when you look at my big tits.” The way she said it was kind of mechanical, so even though I didn’t like hearing her agree with Max, knowing it was just part of the plan, I gritted my teeth and held my anger down. Max was walking toward them, and he was almost close enough for me to attack him. I’d have to run a few steps, and I’d have to commit 100% to the movement, but, once he was in range, it would happen too fast for him to do anything. I had no doubt I could do it. I had years and years of anger at Max for all the humiliations he had given me. Each time he dunked my head in the toilet, the time he duck taped me to the wall at the school just under the crest. The time he pulled down my pants in front of the class and I saw the teacher smirk before she could stop herself and act like a teacher. My history with Max was almost enough to make me want to smash in his head anyway. Now that I had all the justification of saving Caitlin from being raped by him, I was more than ready.

Max stopped, just one step outside of the range I needed. He was so close, I thought maybe I could do it anyway. All I needed was for him to take just one more step to be absolutely sure. I felt absolutely certain he would go closer to Caitlin, though, so I just had to wait, and then it would be a sure thing. “Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?” Max said, looking at Corey. “Why isn’t your fag fuck buddy here to protect his girlfriend?” Max then said, “I’m here to set a trap. Andrew is hiding just over there to attack you.” As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes widened and he put his hands over his mouth as if to try and catch the words he just let out. Caitlin’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but turn to look in my direction.

I realized I had just one chance, to try and catch Max before he fully processed what Corey had said. I ran out with the wrench over my shoulder in a ready position, and I yelled “RRRAAAAAAAHHH!!!” as an attack scream partly to psyche myself up and also hopefully to disorient Max.

“Stop,” Max said, as casually and comfortably as if nothing special was happening, and my feet came to such a sudden stop that it was if I had been tripped at the ankles. I fell straight down so that my face went into the wet grass, and the wrench flew from my hands, cutting through the air between Max and Caitlin and Corey, and landed a few yards on the other side of them, landing with a thud that seemed to emphasize how futile the action had been. Casually stepping over to me, Max put one of his feet on the back of my head, as if to use me as a pedestal to mark his victory over me. I wanted to push back and resist, but I felt like I couldn’t move.

“Just as pathetic as ever, faggot.” I heard Max say. He rubbed my face into the ground a bit with his foot and then he stepped away. I was able to move again, so I got up to my knees, and I saw him standing beside Caitlin. He hadn’t said anything to her, but she was pressed up against him, as if she loved him. He had one arm around her waist, but his hand was lower, holding onto her perfect round ass, clutching it firmly, feeling and appreciating it’s smooth shape. “I’m going to fuck Caitlin, but not here. I’m not going to just rape her in the park like some kind of serial killer. No, I want to enjoy it, really savor it. I thought about setting up a whole relationship to really make it the way I always imagined, but, I don’t want to wait either. I want to make it at least a little special, so I’m going to go back to her place with her, and do it right. We’re going to fuck all night. Tell me faggot, have you two even fucked yet?” I shook my head, and Max laughed. “Hah hah hah! Well, you can spend your night thinking about that, the fact that I’m taking from you that special moment, the moment a young teenage girl can only give to one man, and it won’t be you, it’ll be me. Hah hah hah!”

As he spoke, I could feel my whole face burn with anger, and tears forming in my eyes. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know he was getting to me, but I felt like I had no ability to hold back my feelings. “Hah hah hah! Are you crying you little faggot? Holy shit, you’re more of a pussy than I ever imagined.” Max turned to Catlin, who was looking up at him lovingly. He asked her, “Isn’t he a pussy, you chink bitch?” Caitlin looked up at him and purred, “Yes, he’s a pussy.” Max continued to laugh. “Hah hah hah! You know what, I was thinking of having Caitlin to myself, but think it’s going to be even better if you are there! You can listen as I make this little gook scream! Hah hah hah! Fuck, maybe I’ll even make you watch!” By now tears were streaming down my face.

Max then turned to Corey who was just standing there, looking shocked, and unable to move. “You, I don’t give a fuck about though. Hmm,” Max looked around in the area around us, and then he said, “Ah, look, there’s some dog shit over there. Go over and eat it.” Corey started to walk over towards the dog shit that Max had seen, without any hesitation. “After you’re done that, I don’t know, go fuck off and do whatever you do with your pathetic life, but you’re not going to tell anyone anything about this. You’re going to just forget about your friend Andrew and what’s going on, and not say anything to anyone here so that I can do what I want. Is that clear?”

“Yes.” Corey said as he knelt down in front of the dog shit. “Yes what?” Max asked. “Yes master,” Corey said, and Max laughed really hard. “Hah hah hah! Holy shit, it’s like I’m a God! Hey, don’t be shy about eating that dog shit. Get right in there with your face, and make sure to get every bit of it! Hah hah hah!” Corey practically threw his face into the dog shit and started gulping it down, like a pig at a trough. Max laughed and then with Catlin, he gave her a little squeeze and said, “Come along cunt. And you, faggot, come on.” The three of us walked back to his car, and when we got there, he opened the trunk and just waved for me to get in. I did so without any hesitation. He slammed the trunk down, and then I heard him and Caitlin get in.

As the car started to move, I tried to think of how I could possibly save Caitlin from what was going to happen to her!

Part Three

It wasn’t a long ride, as Max took us to Caitlin’s place. He popped the trunk from inside the cabin, so I was able to stand out on my own. When I did, I turned and saw Max and Caitlin standing just beside the pathway up to the front door of the house.

“Go inside and get pretty for me,” Max said to her, then he glanced back and me, and with a smirk, he said asked her, “You and Max haven’t fucked yet, have you?” Caitlin said, “No sir.” Then Max said, “Have you thought about what you’d like it to be like when you two first did it?” Caitlin answered, “Yes sir.” Max laughed and said, “Okay, I want you to put on the lingerie you were going to wear for him, and arrange your room the way you would if you and that faggot were going to do it for the first time. I want you to give me everything you would give him.” Caitlin turned and just as she did, Max gave her perfect round ass a slap to encourage her to head on inside. She ran to the house, not in a panicked sprint, but more like someone who was enthusiastic about what she was going to do.

Without even looking at me, instead keeping his eyes fixed on Caitlin’s perfect ass as she headed up the stairs and into the front door, Max said, “Okay faggot, come on, lets go in.” I walked up to and then beside him as we walked in. Max waled slowly, confidently, as if he had no reason to rush. “Tell me faggot, how far have you and Caitlin gone?” I didn’t want to answer, but I couldn’t stop myself even for a moment, so I answered, “We’ve kissed on the mouth, and I’ve felt her big round tits, but only over her shirt.” Max paused just before we were to walk inside and said, “Wait, you’ve been with her for months, and that’s it? You haven’t even seen her tits yet?” I couldn’t believe my own words, but I answered, “No sir.” Max laughed hard, “Hah hah hah! If you didn’t cry so much at the thought of me taking her away, I would swear you really were a total gay boy faggot! How could you resist playing with those gargantuan perfect tits!?”

I replied, “I wanted to respect her boundaries, and let her decide how far to go.” Max laughed more as we came inside the house. He said, “That’s why you’ll always be a virgin loser. Girls need want to be guided, pushed a little. Tell me faggot, what’s the one thing you’ve fantasized most about doing with her? I know you obviously want to fuck her, but, I want to know some extra detail, something you think about when you look at her that you’ve been dying to do.” I replied, “I’ve always wanted to tit fuck her, to see her huge perfect tits around my cock.” Max said, “Hah hah, I bet your tiny dick would get lost in them. Anyway, that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve had the same thought, I was going to do it anyway, but now I’m going to enjoy it that much more knowing that it was something you wanted! Hah hah hah!”

Max looked at me, and he could see that tears were streaming down my face, and my face was probably bright red as there was an anger and frustration that I couldn’t let out. He looked satisfied, but also like he was considering options. “I give you permission to speak, so that you can say what’s on your mind, but it has to be your honest feelings. I want to hear how hurt you are.” I quickly blurted out, in a voice more whining and pleading than I would have ever used if I wasn’t being forced to be more hones, “Why? Why are you doing this to me? I know you’ve always wanted to fuck Caitlin. Everyone wants to fuck Caitlin. But why are you doing this to me?”

Max seemed genuinely thoughtful about my question. He sat back in a chair in the living room and said, “It’s interesting. You know, up until I got this ring, I think I would have just wanted to beat you up and just have you fuck off out of my and Caitlin’s life, so that I could just have her to myself. However, now that I have this power, I feel like I can just let go, not hold back, say and do whatever I like. Each time I see you suffer, I realize there’s something about it I like. I think even just yesterday if someone said to me, hey, why not make that little faggot watch while you fuck the girl he loves so much, I’d say, I’m not a fag, I don’t want some other guy in the room. However, right now, I feel this power and I want to really, really feel it. It’s hard to explain. I don’t want to just take Caitlin, I want to take her FROM you. I don’t know, maybe there’s no logic or anything. Hah hah hah, maybe I’ve just realized it’s my fetish to make you suffer. Actually, yeah, there’s something to that. I think I like making people suffer. What do you call that?”

I answered, “Sadism.” Max looked satisfied and said, “That’s it. I think I’m a sadist, but in a particular way. I don’t want to hurt Caitlin, if anything I’m going to make her cum harder than she could ever have imagined possible. However, I’m going to make you hurt, deep down in your heart, and I’m going to really enjoy that. I guess I’m just kind of interesting and unique in that way.” I was taken aback by how he turned talking about his twisted desires into a bragging point. How could anybody be so arrogant and self satisfied?

However, I felt that the degree to which he had given me the freedom to talk enabled me to talk more freely about other things. “Where are Caitlin’s parents?” I asked, hoping that maybe there was some way to get help through them. Max answered, “Oh, I simply told them to go fuck off and not be home until Caitlin calls them and let’s them know they have my permission to be home. I also told them that they should think I am the best thing to ever happen to their daughter, and that she’s better off with that faggot that’s been hanging around her so far. It’s funny, but I think they honestly agreed, and it wasn’t the ring that made them think so, I just gave them the opportunity to be honest. Hah hah hah!” I clenched my fists in frustration, angered that he might actually believe the illusions he was creating.

Caitlin’s voice called from upstairs, “Max, I’m ready. Please come up to my room.” Max stood up and patting me on the back like we were friends, said, “Alright then, faggot, hope you’re ready to watch the girl of your dreams give herself completely to another man! Hah hah hah!” The way he spoke, it was like we were best friends. He even said the word “faggot” like it was how friends would address each other. It made me feel worse. Somehow, when he bullied me by pushing me around, it was like he was attacking me because on some level, I was some kind of threat to his life, maybe an emotional one. However, by being so casual and nice to me, it was like he wasn’t worried about me at all. He had complete control, and so I was his plaything now, and I couldn’t ruin his good mood.

We walked upstairs to Caitlin’s room.

Part Four

Caitlin had set up her room with fairy lights and candles so that it had a soft romantic glow. She herself was wearing nothing but white bra and thong panties, and white high heels. She had her makeup and hair done, and looked like a perfect sexy angel. She was standing beside the bed, waiting obediently.

“Holy shit!” Max said as he stepped in the room with me behind him. The first thing he did was take hold of Caitlin’s massive breasts and shake them around, admiring their weight and size, and how they were firm and yet still jiggled just the right amount. “Holy Christ! Look at these fucking tits! Are you looking at them faggot?” Max turned to me and I nodded in spite of not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Even without the hold Max had over me though, there was no way to look away from Caitlin. Her body was perfect, she was perfect. I wanted to fuck her so bad, and I couldn’t help but be as hard as possible. I didn’t look down, but I could feel pre cum oozing from my penis and worried it might be enough to stain my pants. “Hah hah hah! I can see you definitely appreciate these massive jugs!!” Max turned back and holding Caitlin’s hand, he guided her so that the two of them were sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Hey faggot, get on your knees,” Max said and I immediately complied. Then, as an after thought, he said, “Pull down your pants, too, just down to your knees, just so you look as fucking sad as possible. Hah hah!” I pulled down my pants, and my penis stood out a little from under my shirt. “Bwah hah hah! That’s your dick? Holy fuck, that’s fucking sad! That’s all you have? Caitlin, look at his tiny dick! Can you imagine how disappointed you would have been after waiting like a good girl all this time?” I knew my penis wasn’t as small as he was making it out to be, though I knew it was only average or maybe a little less. As soon as Max brought Caitlin into it, she burst out laughing, and pointed at my still rock hard dick. As much as I was being humiliated, the sight of Caitlin was still more than my virginal teenage boy’s body could handle. I couldn’t help but notice even when she was laughing at me mockingly that her laughter made her perfect huge round tits bounce and jiggle seductively. “Hahhah!” Caitlin laughed, “Andrew’s dick is so small!”

“From now on,” Max said, gently putting a finger to her soft puffy lips to hush her from laughing, “You will only call him ‘faggot’.” Caitlin looked at me, and said, “Faggot’s dick is so small.” Her words cut like a knife, because even though they were just childish insults, and even though the way she spoke was slightly mechanical, just having anything so insensitive said from the mouth of the girl I loved and adored all my life was so hurtful.

“Now, Caitlin,” Max said, “I bet you imagined the moment you and this faggot would first have sex, haven’t you?” Caitlin looked right into Max’s eyes, and I felt I could see her trying to resist, to not give into his wicked game, but she nonetheless nodded. Max continued, “Good, good. Now, what I want you to do is to kiss me like you imagined that moment to be like.” Without a moment more hesitation, Caitlin put her hands on either side of Max’s face, so romantically and gently, and slowly brought her face close to his. She didn’t rush, she brushed her soft skin against his for a few sensual moments, and then her lips found a place right in front of his, and she gently began to kiss him. First with just her lips, but rapidly escalating into her tongue and lips giving Max all of her passion. Soon, it was like she had a passion that couldn’t be contained, and her tongue aggressively and yet sensually took command, licking and thrusting at Max. Even Max was surprised, I could see his eyes widen with delight and shock at first, that he couldn’t believe sweet Caitlin could be so erotic, but then he gave in and the two of them were holding on to each other in a loving embrace, while Caitlin moved to be sitting on his lap, her back to me, her perfect round ass framed exquisitely by her white thong panties, sitting on his lap, her knees on the bed on either side of Max. He put his hands down to clutch her soft strong ass to help hold her in place and feel out her satisfying shape. They kissed like that for what seemed like forever while I moaned in pain.

Max pushed her off gently and guided her down so that she was on her knees in front of him. He excitedly pulled his clothes off. Even though he loved the feeling of being in control and wanted to not only savor it, but also wanted to project an image of being in command, he just couldn’t resist the excitement of being in this sexual moment with a teenage girl as beautiful as Caitlin. When he pulled off his pants, his huge throbbing rock hard cock sprang out, and little drops of pre cum spattered across the soft skin of Caitlin’s deep cleavage. I felt a hollow feeling inside me, a deep frustration at seeing his veiny, heavy cock, at once fleshy yet taught and hard as a steel pipe. It was massive and it struck me as unfair that not only did Max have good looks and money, not only did he have the ring that gave him all this power, but he was endowed with a cock worthy of envy. It seemed so wrong that an arrogant and selfish jerk like him should get everything a man could want, while guys like me who tried to be honest and fair in this world struggle to make do with what we have.

Soon Max was completely naked, and he sat at the edge of the bed. He grabbed Caitlin’s hair at the back of her head and pulled her close. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, but then he paused just before her mouth made contact with his cock that had little streams of precum tricking down his pillar like shaft. It was as if for a moment he had forgotten I was there, but just remembered again. He smiled smugly and then he shifted to one side and Caitlin to another so that whatever she did to his cock would be clearly seen by me. “Hey faggot, do you want to beg her not to do what she’s about to do?”

He wasn’t commanding me to beg, his command was to not hold back on my honest feelings, which made my words burn that much more as they came out of me. If I could blame him for just making me act like a puppet, maybe I could deny to myself what I was saying. However, it was more that he had made me unable to resist speaking from my heart. I pleaded, in a childish, whining voice, “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaase Caitlin, don’t do this! Don’t suck his cock! I love you so much! We were meant to be together! Try Caitlin! Try to resist! Fight it! Please Caitlin, I need you, I love you, and I know you love me! Try to use your love for me to resist him!!”

Max looked satisfied with what I was saying and then he simply continued pulling Caitlin towards his giant cock, lifting her a little so that her open mouth could be above and perfectly positioned to slide down. Even though his hand was on the back of her head, he didn’t push, Caitlin did all the work, her jaw opening as wide as possible and her soft sensual lips straining to wrap around the circumference of his bulbous head and thick heavy shaft. He head lowered slowly, methodically, her tongue sliding along the base of his cock, at the right pace to provide maximum pleasure.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!” I cried out, and hot tears flowed down my face. My wailing in agony only seemed to make the experience more fun and enjoyable for Max, who somehow managed to smirk slightly even as his head rolled back a little as pleasure overwhelmed him. I could now clearly see that pleasure for Max had two sides, his enjoyment and others suffering. In this situation he had the perfect combination of the thrill of being pleasured by the most beautiful big breasted fifteen year old girl one could ever hope for, while the boy he had bullied all his life helplessly suffered the worst emotional torment of watching the love of his life give herself to someone else.

While I cried so hard I was blubbering and sniffling and moaning, only occasionally being able to choke out things like “Caitlin, please don’t,” or “No, Caitlin, I love you, and I know you love me, please stop,” Caitlin serviced Max’s gargantuan cock as if putting on the perfect show for Max was the only thing that had ever mattered to him. She licked up and down, she pumped him with both her hands, she would take him into her mouth as deep as she could, getting a little farther each time, and she would bob her head up and down with energy and enthusiasm that made her tits bounce and shake. It made me feel dizzy to have two competing feelings inside me, the absolute jealousy of seeing her do everything I wanted to someone else, and at the same time a primal part of me recognizing how incredible she looked doing it. Caitlin was hotter than any pornography I’ve ever seen, and I was as hard as I could possibly be, seeing her beautiful teenage body move like she had somehow long since perfected all the sexual arts. I don’t know how long it went on for. As long as Max wanted, every second an eternity longer than I felt my heart could handle.

Finally Max decided he had had enough and pulled Caitlin up by her hair and guided her so that she was standing in front of him. She was standing tall, her legs apart, with a strength and authority in her wide legged stance atop her high heels. I looked up at her admiringly. For a moment, I imagined that she had gained the power to stop what she was doing, but it was only a fleeting hope that crashed down immediately as she snapped her bra undone, and let it fall to the floor, followed by pulling her panties off and letting them fall down her leg where she casually shook them off past her high heels. She was now standing entirely naked except for her heels. Even though she had her back to me, I could still see the sides of her humongous breasts, and I could see that they had not moved at all without her bra, as if her bra had played no part in holding them up. Just past her, I could see Max looking at Caitlin, his eyes wide with shock at just how perfect she really was! He had a huge smile, but it was as if he was too taken aback by her to say any words. He just stared at her for a few moments with his mouth slightly slack but with a smile, taking in the vision of a goddess’s body.

Then Max snapped out of it, and while he stayed sitting on the side of the bed, he waved her to step forward, and she bent over a little. Her long black hair seductively flowed over onto him, and he pushed his face into her enormous pillowy breasts. He held onto either side of them and began to shake them, jiggle them, rub his face into them, motorboat them, suck on their nipples. All the while, whenever his mouth wasn’t preoccupied or simply muffled by all the soft flesh of her huge tits that more than covered his face, he would laugh like he couldn’t help but laugh with a delight and joy, the way someone might laugh if they had found buried treasure. For a while he seemed to forget about me, as he was lost in a strangely sincere giggling pleasure, as if overwhelmed by the reality of just how lucky he was to have a perfect teenage girl like Caitlin be giving herself to him so entirely. All the while Max was delighting in her titanic breasts, Caitlin used one hand to casually stroke his cock that was so incredibly hard, so primed to fuck her I would describe it as “enraged”. His cock was practically streaming precum now, so she easily and casually slid her hand around it and went up and down with her fingers. There was something strangely motherly about her, as if she was taking care of an overly excited child, patiently tending to his “needs” while letting him release his energy. I was so jealous watching this seemingly tender and loving relationship between them. I wanted Caitlin to tend to me that way, to let me release a childish, uncontrolled, almost embarrassing side of myself to her, while she would lovingly accept it and stroke my dick!

When Max had his fill of exploring all the sensual and experiential potential of Caitlin’s gargantuan, firm, perfect tits, he guided her to the bed so that she was laying on her back. This was it! This was the moment he was going to fuck my girlfriend, the love of my life! She was going to lose her virginity to the man I hated most in the whole world! I felt a rage inside me that was physically burning inside my gut! I felt hot all over my body, all my muscles pumping with angry blood. It was so much hurt and anger that I thought maybe this was going to be the energy I needed to break free of the ring’s power! I felt myself strain as if pushing against invisible ropes holding me in place!

However, nothing gave way, and I was trapped. All I could do was scream, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” so hard my voice became hoarse. Max, who was above Caitlin, glanced over at me, and smirked with that frustratingly smug smirk he had. Caitlin didn’t even acknowledge me, she just reached up and lovingly wrapped her arms and legs around Max as his rigid cock, which was throbbing so hard it was practically bouncing up and down, to right in front of Caitlin’s dripping pussy. I could see every agonizing detail, and it seemed that Max’s power over Caitlin extended to an influence over her body’s natural impulses, and she seemed more than ready to accept him.

I felt like Max wanted to savor the moment and torture me with anticipation more, but some feelings were more powerful than his sadism, and having a beauty like Caitlin right below him, her perfect body waiting, her gorgeous face looking at him with seductive impatience, was far too much for any man to resist for any amount of time. Max thrust his cock into her, going in as deep as she could manage, and then he pulled back and thrust again, going a little deeper, and kept going like that. His face contorted in pleasure like he was experiencing the ultimate satisfaction. Caitline alternated between a little discomfort at being penetrated aggressivly by such a huge poweful cock, and wild pleasure like she had never experienced before. With each thrust, she gave over more and more to the pleasure. I had heard that the first time can be painful for women, but possibly with the help of the ring’s magic, if Caitlin had any discomfort, it soon gave way to wild, uncontrolled, completely encompassing pleasure.

The two of them fucked so hard I thought they were going to break Caitlin’s bed down to small pieces. It shook and slammed against the wall. “FUUCCK! FUCCK YEASSS!!!” Max screamed, “I’M FUCKING CAITLIN!! I’M FUCKING YOU CAITLIN!! YOU BELONG TO ME! YOU BELONG TO MY COCK!! EVERYTHING BELONGS TO MY COCK!! I’M A FUCKING GOD NOW!! HOLY FUCK THIS FEEEEELLS SOOOOOO GOOOD!!” While Max yelled out his self serving statements, Caitlin screamed, “YEEEESSSS FUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! FUCK MEEEE!!!! OOH GOD IT’S SOO FUCKING BIIIIIG! I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW HAAAARD IT IS!! IT’S SOO GOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” The two of them became lost in a wordless screaming frenzy of pleasure, intertwined in a tight embrace as Max thrust in and out of Caitlin like a relentless machine. Caitlin’s huge tits rolled back and forth so hard that I thought it had to have been painful for her, but if it was, she didn’t notice. Max then pressed down onto her, smashing her massive pillowy breasts between them, and they kissed wildly, passionately, their tongues thrashing crazily between them. Even though I had never had sex, and only seen pornography on the internet, I knew that this was nothing like normal sex. This was wilder, more passionate, more intense. I imagined it had to have been driven by the ring unleashing any hesitation or inhibition in Caitlin, right down to her subconscious level.

After a little while they broke from kissing because Caitlin arched her back dramatically and screamed as loud as someone being murdered, but hers was pure, completely unrestrained, absolute pleasure with not the slightest hint of anything being held back. She was orgasming as hard as maybe any person ever could hope, with nothing in her body or mind to hinder her release. In that moment, her finding pleasure with Max on that level, I felt I lost something forever. I wanted to be Caitlin’s first, and even though that was taken from me, I had hoped that maybe somehow I could have other firsts with her, to reach places of connection and passion that could only be achieved because of our love. But watching her orgasm as hard as she was with Max inside her, I doubted, no, I knew there was nowhere higher to go. Max had achieved the perfect connection with her body, and I feared that might somehow create a connection to her soul, even though he was able to get there by evil and unfair means.

Knowing something between me and Caitlin was truly lost, I was reduced to just sobbing, mumbling incoherently to myself the same repetitive futile denials over and over. Max and Caitlin were also caught in a loop, but of extreme pleasure, of Caitlin rising and falling on waves of passion, climaxing and screaming at the peaks, and in the valleys she lovingly kissed Max in a manic way, as if she was afraid she couldn’t kiss him and lick him enough to truly show how much she needed and loved him. It wasn’t just everything I had ever hoped for from Caitlin, it was far, far more. The further they went down into their passions, the further I felt her being ripped away from my heart, and it hurt like having a limb torn off slowly.

Caitlin started to beg, “Stop, please, it’s too much, I can’t anymore!” Max, who was sweaty with all the effort he was exerting, pulled his long thick cock out of Caitlin’s pussy, and without much hesitation, he moved up so that his cock was one again right in front of her mouth. With just a momentary glance to make sure I was watching everything and able to see every excruciating detail, he pushed his massive meaty cock into her soft sensual mouth. He was clearly close to cumming, he had a sort of intensity about him that was like anger, but driven by a primal need to release. He thrust in and out of her mouth almost as hard as he had fucked her pussy, forcing her to struggle to manage having all his flesh stuffed into her mouth. All the juices from hs cock and her pussy and all the fucking they had down ran in rivulets down her cheeks and her chin. Through the struggle, she took it all not only obediently but seemingly enthusiastically.

I thought Max wouldn’t be able to resist cumming into the mouth of such a perfect teenage girl, as he sat above her massive tits like they were pillows to rest himself on. However, at one point, he pushed his cock deep, deep into her mouth, saying, “I command you to release your throat! No gagging! Take it all the way down!” And, amazingly, she did. Even though she had never had a cock in her young mouth before, and even though she wouldn’t know how to deep throat, he was able to command her on some level that stopped her natural reflexes from interfering, and he pushed his thick hard cock down to its hilt, pressing his pelvis against her face, and his balls pressing against her chin. She started to struggle for lack of air, but even still she didn’t bite or push back or resist.

“Look faggot!” Max yelled, in a voice that was hard to describe. It was imperious, like he was a pharaoh commanding lesser beings around him. It was as if his newfound power had finally sunk in so that he not only knew but felt just how much control he had over everything. “I could kill her right now if I wanted! I could kill her and replace her with a dozen other beautiful slave women if I wanted!” He boomed! And then, in a lower, more controlled voice that was chilling because of how he switched tones, “Wouldn’t that be the ultimate way to take away your hopes and dreams? I not only fuck your girlfriend, taking her virginity away from you, but then just kill her and dispose of her for my pleasure so that you can not only never have a chance to fuck her, but never experience her, never hear her voice or see her beauty again! I could do it if I just merely felt like it! If it were more amusing to me to kill her and take her away from you, I could do it and never be punished! Hah hah hah!!”

“NOOO!!” I screamed like a child. “Pleaaaaaassseee!! Stop! You’re killing her! Don’t, I’m begging you! Please!! I could see Caitlin’s eyes water and he face started to go red as she was denied air by Max’s humongous cock. He looked truly amused. Somehow, all his intensity and energy from being on the verge of cumming were being channeled into some kind of high where he was feeling his power like it was part of his impending orgasm. He sneered with satisfaction at my pathetic begging. He was right we both knew that I knew it. He could just kill Caitlin with his gigantic cock if he wanted, and I just had to hope he wanted to keep her for more.

Max was rocking back and forth, moving his cock in and out of Caitlin’s mouth just a little, just enough to keep him on the edge of cumming, and still blocking her from breathing. Her eyes were starting to roll upward and her face turning blue. “Say it! Tell me everything I want to hear and make me believe it, or she dies choking on my cock! Hah hah hah!!” He had slipped back into talking excitedly, like a child with a better toy than all the other kids, and wanting all the other kids to know.

I didn’t really know what exactly he wanted me to say, but with Caitlin’s life on the line, I couldn’t hesitate. I was crying so hard, tears streaming down my cheeks and snot dribbling out my nose, my words came out a slurred mess, “Ple-e-e-ease! Max, you’re a God now, your my God! You’re Caitlin’s God! You’re everyone’s God! Your cock is bigger than mine and Caitlin is better off being fucked by you than my little tiny penis! Please, please, please let her live so that you can keep fucking her! I’ll do anything you want! I’ll kill myself if it amuses you! Anything! Anything for you my lord, my God! Anything, just pleeeaaaase don’t hurt heaaarraaaaaahhh aaaahh aahhh!!” I broke down to where I couldn’t even form words anymore, I just hurt down to my heart and everything inside me was a broken mess.

Max smiled with satisfaction that I had embarrassed and prostrated myself enough, and with one final, commanding thrust, he started to cum into Caitlin’s mouth. I worried that he wouldn’t finish in time, that she would still choke to death with his massive member deep in her throat, as she looked like she was losing consciousness. “HHHHHRRRRRRNNNNNNNNN!!!” Max groaned as if he was cumming so hard it hurt him. I could only imagine how much cum he was pumping into her mouth, and I could only be mildly relieved that with his cock deep into her throat, all his cum was going straight into her stomach. “GNNNNNN…. AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” He said at last with a satisfaction that was not only the maximum physical pleasure a human can experience, but a psychological one on a level I don’t know if I or anyone can even imagine. He had complete and total mastery of everything and everyone around him, making his satisfaction deep, deep down into his most inner psyche.

He finally pulled his long cock out of Caitlin’s mouth, sliding out of her sexy full lips like a lengthy, thick, slippery snake. When at long last it was entirely out, I was relieved down to my core that she took in a long breath, and was coughing and crying, but she was breathing and her face was returning to normal color, and it looked like she would be okay. My emotions were as raw as they could be, and while I was already crying, now partly I was crying out of relief that the girl I loved so much was okay.

Max moved to the side a bit, his gigantic cock towering horizontally over Caitlin’s beautiful face, long stringy and thick strands of fluid, clear and white, hanging heavily between it and Caitlin’s mouth and face. “Hah hah ha! “‘You’re my lord, my God!'” Max quoted me in an overly mocking imitation of my voice to make me sound stupid. “What a dorky thing to say. Fuck you’re so pathetic. What kind of little faggot would think to say something like that to another man?” Max said, and then he turned to Caitlin. “There, there,” Max said, suddenly much more calm, as he patted Caitlin gently on her head. Then he glanced over at me, and down at her mouth, and at me again and said to Caitlin, “Go over to your faggot boyfriend, and tell him how you feel about him.” Caitlin got off the bed, and knelt down in front of me. She was sweating just a little, just enough to have a glow about her, and mixed with her delicate perfume, it created a soft sweet smelling aura around her that intoxicated me. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked deep into me eyes with her gorgeous dark almond shaped Asian eyes and said, “I love you so much, you’re the only boy I’ve ever truly trusted. I wanted you to be my first.” Once again, there was another feeling behind my tears. Along with the hurt and rage, along with the relief that Caitlin would live, there was now the simultaneously joyful and heart breaking feeling of hearing her words. Joyful because she felt the same way as I did about her, heart breaking because of the circumstances in which she said it.

“Awww, how sweet,” Max said, and it didn’t even sound sarcastic. Then he said, “Don’t be rude, faggot, stare at her tits and jerk off when she talks to you like that! Hah hah hah!” I immediately grabbed my semi hard penis which had wavered slighly in all the stress, but immediately came back at the sight of Caitlin’s perfect orbs in front of me. She smiled at me, sweetly, as if I was paying her a perfect compliment, and I jerked my average penis frantically while staring intently at her huge tits. “You’re not allowed to cum, though, because I don’t want your gross jizz anywhere in the room right now. Later tonight after I’m gone, you can splooge into your hand and rub it all over your face. But for right now, I want you guys to have a nice romantic moment. Caitlin, give him a loving kiss! Hah hah hah!” Caitlin leaned in, and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue pressing into my mouth. We had kissed before, but somehow, under the spell of the ring, Caitlin had no inhibitions, so it was a more passionate and loving kiss than we had ever had before.

At the same time, I could taste Max’s cum, and all the fluids from his cock and her pussy and all the fucking they had done. “Ahhh… you taste it, don’t you?” Max said, and I then realized his intentions as all the slippery fluids that were all over Caitlin got in and around my mouth. “Think about it, faggot, think about it in every detail, how my cock was just in her mouth that you’re now kissing. I made her mouth mine, entirely mine, and the only way you’ll experience Caitlin from now on is in relation to MY COCK!! HAH HAH HAH!!!” I felt at this time that I couldn’t cry anymore, I had been wrung dry. I just felt a deep, deep sadness. It was like if I imagined in my mind a picture the love Caitlin and I shared, there she was, as beautiful as an angel, and me across from her, and then, Max’s huge cock between us, bigger than life, slapping her and rubbing against her, and defiling her. No matter how sweet and loving she was, no matter her caress or care, Max’s cock was now part of our relationship, making everything between Caitlin and I become something for his cock’s amusement.

Max said, “Okay you chink bitch, come back here.” Caitlin broke away from me suddenly, as if she hadn’t been doing anything important, and climbed back onto her bed beside Max who was now reclining. She snuggled up to him and with one hand he casually jiggled her big breasts and felt the weight of them, and indulged in their size and weight. “God damn!” He said to himself, just amazed at how her small athletic body could have such over sized and still perfect tits. I was still jerking off, unable to stop, watching Max play with my girlfriend’s tits, unable to feel anything but insanely aroused by how they bounced and jiggled.

“You know what?” Max said, almost as if he were just talking to himself, but he knew he commanded the attention of everyone. “I think I’m still only just appreciating how far I can go with this ring. I can have everyone do whatever I want. There are things I’ve kind of thought about that I never really said because maybe it affected my reputation or whatever, but, I just don’t have to do that anymore. I can have anything I want and do whatever I want and no one can say shit. And you know what? One of the things I want is a big titted goth girlfriend. I like that crazy dark look that goth chicks have, all that black lipstick and shit. So you’re going to do that for me, Caitlin. You’ll skip school tomorrow morning and go downtown to some shops and get some new clothes and make up. I want you to dress like the most fuckable goth chick you can.” Max then looked over at me, and spoke casually, as if me kneeling on the floor jerking off furiously while staring at my girlfriends tits was the most normal thing in the world. “You go with her faggot. You’re going to be like her little gay man servant, and you’re going to help make sure that everything she buys is something that would make MY cock hard. Oh, and from now on Caitlin, you only call him faggot. That’s his name now. Faggot. You two shit heads got that?” We both nodded obediently.

After a little while, completely at his leisure, Max got up to dress, saying, “Alright, I expect to see you at school in the afternoon looking like the sexy goth I want, and if not, I’m going to torture Faggot here. Hah hah! I mean, I’ll torture him anyway, but, I might seriously kill him.” Max stopped for a moment, as if the realization that he could seriously just kill whoever he wanted sunk in. He shook his head, and to himself said with personal satisfaction, “God damn.” Then he left.

As soon as we heard the front door close, I immediately started cumming into my hand. Caitlin came off the bed to hug me, but I could not stop the motions I had been commanded to do. “I, I, have to” I said, my voice shaking with frustration and embarrassment. Caitlin looked at me with sympathy and tears in her eyes and said, “Its’s okay, faggot, I understand,” She immediately winced, feeling bad that she was compelled to call me faggot. I took all the jizz in my hand and rubbed it into my face while Caitlin waited to the side. It wasn’t just doing such a humiliating thing, it was also the knowledge that Max’s commanding power lasted seemingly permanently. He could command you to do something while away from him and you were just as constrained to do it as when he was in front of you. Caitlin grabbed a shirt and gave it to me to wipe my face. We hugged and she said over and over, “I’m sorry, faggot, I love you, he made me do all of it and I didn’t want to!” And I would say, “I know, I know, I love you too, Caitlin! We’ll find a way out of this.”

Yet, we both knew that it was far easier said than done. We didn’t have any idea how to fight the power of the ring. I felt it must be possible, because somehow in the past, the ring had been locked up and put in a safe. It must be the case that whoever had the ring back in the early years had wanted to keep it. Why would anyone give up that power? However, even though someone must have figured out a way, it was far from obvious.

Caitlin and I cleaned up, and even though we could wipe away all of the mess, we still felt Max’s presence. As much as I didn’t want to, it was hard to look at Caitlin and not see his gigantic cock in her mouth, or slamming into her pussy. I feared when she looked at me, she saw me helplessly jerking off in a corner, not saving her, being pathetic. Caitlin’s parents came home, and they acted as if absolutely nothing unusual had happened, and told me it was late for me to be over at Caitlin’s house, so I had to leave. I took a bus home, knowing that tomorrow morning I had to meet Caitlin to go shopping for the clothes Max wanted for her.

Part Five

The next morning I got up at the regular time to get ready for school, but, the stores that would have the kind of clothes that Max had ordered us to go get would not be open until 10 or 11, so, I had a little extra time. I Googled as much as I could to try and find out if there were any stories from back in the day about the ring and how it might have been taken from whoever had it. Unfortunately, there just wasn’t any mention at all!

So I went to the public library, which opened at 9 and gave me just a little time to do some research there. The librarian lady was really nice and took me down to some storage area in the basement where they had old newspapers and stuff. Some of it was stored on this kind of mirofilm stuff that you used a special machine to look at.

It was here that I noticed something strange. There was a gap in all the records from a little over a hundred years ago. It was a gap of a few years, where it seemed like there were no newspapers, no records of any kind. I asked the librarian lady about it, and she said that it was possible the papers got lost or ruined by water damage when stored. Records from that long ago were simply not reliable according to her. Although I knew what she was saying was reasonable, I had a feeling those years were the ones that the ring was worn by someone in town causing some kind similar problems as Max.

I wondered if maybe the person who had it then wasn’t as bad. Or maybe they were evil in a different way. What if it was someone who just wanted money and didn’t care as much about sex? What if it was someone who even wanted to do good with it? It was hard to imagine that anyone would have such power and not want to take advantage. In any case, whatever happened, I was sure that the lack of records was because either whoever had the ring at the time didn’t want to be written about, or that everyone else wanted to completely erase any mention of it so that no one would go looking for it again.

At a little before 10 O’clock, I felt an urge to get going that I knew was Max’s compulsion pushing me forward. It was like a feeling that came from some place so deep down that it was before any other feeling. It was like I wanted to, even though on some part of my brain I knew I didn’t.

I met Caitlin downtown in front of the mall, and we went in to check out some stores. We knew the stores with more of the kind of thing Max said he wanted were out in the edgier parts of downtown, not the mall, but, the Mall opened earlier. I felt internally humiliated thinking so clearly about store hours and details like that, all of which were to serve Max more perfectly! It was like I had to do his bidding exactly right, even though I wanted to rebel.

“Hey faggot!” Caitlin said to me with a smile, and then she immediately looked sad once she realized that she hadn’t said my name, but called me faggot as Max had commanded she do. “I’m sorry,” she said and explained, “I don’t want to call you that, faggot, but I can’t stop it.” I said to her in a consoling voice, even though hearing her say that cut me deep, “Can’t you just not address me at all? Like say, “let’s go” instead of “Let’s go, Andrew”?” Caitlin shook her head. “I want to, but, it’s like, trying to avoid doing it is disobeying, and I just can’t make myself disobey. I’m sorry, faggot.”

I looked at Caitlin’s beautiful eyes, which had tears in them, and I felt so conflicted. I knew she was trying to not be hurtful. I knew that deep down, everything bad that was happening was entirely because of Max, and she was being manipulated. However, it was still her beautiful face and her sensual voice saying these things to me, and on some level, I couldn’t help but react with hurt and anger that I had to suppress every time she called me that word. I hated Max more than anyone can imagine for how he was making me feel about the girl I loved, Caitlin!

We went to a few stores and found one that had lots of dark goth style clothes. Caitlin tried on a few things, and I had to admit, she looked extremely sexy. She found a corset, which of course she didn’t need at all so it didn’t squeeze her waist, it just fit like most women would wear any regular shirt. But it did push up her huge tits so that it was like they were being made for display. Her deep cleavage was emphasized, and her enormous breasts seemed to swell and expand outward, showing the maximum of her soft skin, so that the dark scoop necked shirt she was wearing under the corset was only just barely over her nipples. She wore a black frilly skirt, black fishnet stockings, and these black thigh high boots with platform soles, super high stiletto heels, and laces all the way up the front. When she came out of the dressing room, I thought I could feel my eyes popping out of my head. She was always beautiful and sexy, but this was now deliberate. She looked like some kind of S and M queen.

“What do you think, faggot?” She said, turning coyly side to side so that I could appreciate her curves and figure from different angles. “Do you think this will make Max’s cock nice and hard for me?” As soon as she finished speaking, she bit her lip with a little regret, and I could see in her eyes her desire to not be acting like Max’s puppet. I glanced off to the side, and I saw one of the women working in the store looking at us with a slightly furrowed brow. She had clearly heard what Caitlin said, and thought we were some kind of freaks. When she saw me glance, she went back to folding clothes as if she hadn’t heard anything, and I felt so humiliated. “Yes,” I said, gritting my teeth, not wanting to talk more, but I couldn’t resist, “I think seeing your big perfect tits like that will make Max want to fuck you with his huge cock.” My shoulders slumped. Even though I knew I was being manipulated into speaking like that, I felt like such a huge loser by speaking to the girl I loved about how another man was going to fuck her.

Later, Caitlin bought some make up and had the girl at the store help her do it in a goth style, so her eyes looked like something like Cleopatra. They were mostly black, with purple colors as well. With her dark Asian eyes, she looked evil but in a dangerously seductive way. Along with her black lipstick, it was a whole new Caitlin, almost a reverse, where before she was an innocent angel, and now she was a wicked devil who could tempt any man to give up their soul to just to experience her touch. Looking at her always made me hard, but now it was different. Now it was like she was dressed in a way where she was intending to make men hard, and it doubled the impact.

On the bus on the way to school, everyone was staring at her, and I felt I had to protect her, so I put my letter man jacket over her to help her not be overly exposed. There was no way any jacket was going to hide her erotic beauty, though, so men leered and women looked jealous. I asked her, “Do you like the way you’re dressed now?” She looked away for a moment, as if there was something about this that she didn’t want to admit, and then she decided to just be honest. She said, “Actually, yes. It’s kind of exciting. I think before I was always too conservative, because I was afraid of being judged by people. I don’t know if I would have chosen to dress like this, but, now that I am, I kind of like that I’m forced to be free to express myself. And, what I’m wearing, it’s kind of cool. Do you like it, faggot?” I looked her up and down, and as much as I hated the way it came to be that she was dressed like this, I had to admit, she looked so sexy and powerful, and it turned me on. I said, “Yes, actually you look really good.” She leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder. “Thank you, faggot,” she said. I realized in that moment that her calling me faggot was becoming normal, and somehow that realization made it feel even worse.

When we were walking from the bus stop to the school, Corey, who I had messaged and told him we were on the way, came running up to meet us part way. “Hey faggot, hold on!” he said. My eyes widened and even though I had some idea of what must be going on, I still had a reaction so I said, “What the fuck did you just call me?” Corey looked disappointed but also like he couldn’t think of other options, and he said, “Sorry, faggot, but, this morning was fucking crazy. Max held an assembly for the whole school, and he made up a whole bunch of new rules. And one of them is that from now on everyone has to call you faggot.” My shoulder’s slumped and Caitlin comfortingly patted me on the back.

Corey then turned to Caitlin and said, “And Caitlin, holy shit, you look so fucking hot. You know, I’ve always wanted to fuck you and I jerk off almost every night thinking about your big tits. I want to piss all over them, and cum in your mouth. It drives me crazy that you’ve been with my faggot best friend all this time, because every time I look at you or even think about you, I get super hard and practically cum immediately.” Caitlin’s jaw dropped, and she looked at Corey in too much shock to respond, but Corey put up his hand to stop her from saying anything. He explained, “Sorry, Caitlin, but Max said everyone has to let you know how hot you are and be honest about our attraction. I don’t know if he even realized that it would mean saying so much of that kind of thing to you. It’s true, though, every time we hang out, I try to look at your tits as much as possible, and I imagine my cock between them as I spray cum all over your gorgeous face. I wish you’d dump this faggot and suck my cock. Sorry, there I go again.”

I didn’t know how to react to hearing my best friend openly confessing to wanting to have my girlfriend. Even though I knew Max was behind it, I also knew that Max didn’t make Corey have those feelings, he just made Corey confess them, so they were real. Of course, I also always knew that everyone was attracted to Caitlin, however it was a different feeling hearing it so specifically.

I thought I should change the subject, so I said to Corey, “What other rules did Max make everyone obey?” Corey looked serious and said, “He spent most of the time sorting through all the girls in school. He arranged them in order of hotness, and ordered that the hottest girls in school from now on have to dress as sexy as possible at all times. He even took a list of all the girls he wanted to fuck, from the fourteen year olds up to the eighteen year olds, and a few teachers too. You know that music teacher, the hot one, Miss Big Tits?” I said, “You mean Miss Cleaver?” Corey nodded, “Yeah, her. We have to call her Miss Big Tits now, Max thinks that’s funny. Anyway, she’s part of his harem now. He also made it so that some of the less attractive girls have to spend all their time trying to be attractive, like, diet and exercise and buy better clothing and stuff. Then he made another level of girls that he just thought were too unattractive to care about, but not so bad they needed to avoid him, and they are ordered to try and generally avoid his eyesight unless he needs them to serve him in some way. Then there’s the “uggos”, the girls he thinks are too ugly to be seen, so he said they all have to stay away from him from now on. Shit man, you know that girl in our grade, the kind of fat girl with the acne, Jessie?” Caitlin and I nodded, and Corey went on, “he told her she was too ugly to even live, so he told her she should just go kill herself. She just walked straight out of the school, and we’re all pretty worried that she actually did it.”

“Oh my God,” Caitlin said, “That’s horrible! What else has he done?” Corey looked straight at her tits and shook his head. I knew he was thinking about rubbing his cock all over them. Corey said, “Max said we have to treat you like a queen, that we have to do anything you say. All girls are his to fuck, but you’re his special girl. Probably because your tits and ass and legs and face are so perfect, it’s like you were made for fucking and,” I had to stop him, “Corey! Focus! What else happened at the assembly?”

Corey shook his head and got back to explaining. He said, “Sorry, faggot. So, to demonstrate his power, he made some of the boys beat up some other boys and teachers. It was like some gladiator games or something, just to show that everyone would do what he said, that best friends would fight, that anyone could be made to hurt someone else, and that anyone could be made to just take it. Then, to show how merciless he was, he took one of the little girls he found sexy, a fourteen year old, and he had a bunch of the bigger guys from the football squad rape and beat her up. He really wanted to make the point that he has no sympathy, that begging and pleading wouldn’t work, so he took the most helpless girl and the biggest guys so it was the most unfair situation. And here’s the crazy thing, I don’t think he necessarily started out intending to have her raped, but as she was getting beat up, as they punched her and smacked her and kicked her, he got kind of excited, and then he told them to fuck her, both in her pussy and in her ass. They were double teaming her while they smacked her in the face and mocked her and made fun of her screaming. Then at the end of it, Max made her crawl over to him and thank him while he pissed in her mouth. That was when he had his dick out, and we all saw that he was really hard, that humiliating and hurting everyone had turned him on. That’s when he dismissed us, and he left with Miss Big Tits, to go fuck her.”

Caitlin and I looked at each other, as we both took in the implications of Max being able to control the whole school. If he could control hundreds or thousands of people at a time, it seemed like there was no limit to his power. I asked, “What’s the situation in the school now?” Corey answered, “In some ways it’s just back to normal. Max said that except when we’re following his specific orders, we’re to just act normally at school. He said it’s no fun if everyone is acting weird all the time, he wants everyone to just to what they do until he decides otherwise.”

Caitlin shifted uncomfortably and said, “I have to go see him, to show him my new look and make sure it makes his big dick hard. I’m sorry, faggot, I have to go to him now.” Caitlin started to walk toward the school before I could even reply, being compelled by the ring. I looked at Corey and we followed after her.

In the halls of school, as Caitlin walked through, people got out of her way as if she was some kind of queen. At the same time, as she walked by people would talk to her as if they were excited to see her. Boys would say to her, “Caitlin, you are the fucking hottest! Whenever I fucked my girlfriend, I pretended she was you! I wish her body was half as perfect as yours!”, or “God damn Caitlin, you’re so fucking hot, I want to drown you in cum!” or “I love the way your huge tits bounce when you walk, Caitlin! I’ve followed you through the hallways sometimes just so I could see your tits as much as possible!” They would all say these things in a tone like they were saying the happiest, friendliest compliments, not in an aggressive sexual way.

Girls would say things like, “Oh my God, Caitlin, I’ve always been jealous of how you look and I keep trying my best to being like you!” or, “Caitlin, I know my boyfriend would dump me for you any time and I want to hate you, but you’ve always been so nice that I just can’t!”, or “Caitlin, I wish you would let me be your friend because even girls near you get more popularity because of you! I would die to be part of your inner circle!” or, “Caitlin, I love the new look! It’s so sexy and stylish! It works perfectly on you!”

As Caitlin walked through, at first, she was shocked and kind of scared at the raw honesty of it all. While it was true that Max was making people speak, he was only forcing them to say their honest feelings. Even though the boys all spoke in sexual terms, and the girls were all jealous, underneath it all, it was clear everyone adored her. Everyone was attracted to her, everyone admired her, and even if they wanted to be jealous, they coul