Chapter 1

This story is one that many people will find hard to believe. Greg is living it and he finds it hard to believe. Greg Masters was that guy. You know the one, the ninety-pound weakling, too smart for his own good, too dumb to excel. Well, that is until the day He WOKE. Let’s back up a bit. Our hero’s name is Greg Masters and he can control people’s minds. I know, sounds like bad science fiction or some kind of erotic story fantasy doesn’t it? But it’s not. Until that fateful day, Greg was your typical nobody.

He was born in a world filled with pain and abandonment. Greg’s birth mother died screaming as she gave birth to him and his birth father hated him for it. His father hated Greg so much that when a neonatal nursing student walked into the nursery, she found the baby with a note pinned to his blanket. The note said, “Put this thing up for adoption. He killed my wife, and I never wanted to see his murdering face again.”

The story goes that somehow the social worker at the hospital that night convinced the nursing student, Carol Masters, and her husband Silas, to adopt the abandoned baby. It wasn’t until years later Greg realized the social worker was one of the three Hands of Fate, even then directing his path.

Greg’s dad, Silas Masters, was the head deacon of their church and a mid-level accounting manager for the city they’d lived in all their lives. Greg was never what you would call athletic, much to his father’s shame. No, Greg was more of a reader and dreamer, even from a young age. Silas probably would have returned the boy to social services, but Carol wouldn’t have it. It was the only thing she refused to give Silas his way on and was another reason for him to be displeased with the child.

A year after they adopted Greg, the Masters had their own child, a daughter. Charlotte. She, as they say, was the apple of her father’s eye. His little princess. Once she was born, he mostly ignored Greg unless he was pushing the boy to try another sport.

Charlotte was everything Greg wasn’t. Where he was normal and plain, with dark hair and eyes, Charlotte, even as a child, got people’s attention with her looks and bubbly personality. She was blonde-haired and blue-eyed and, even as a child, a thing of beauty. For the Masters family, life was normal. At least, normal as they saw it. I’m sure you’ve figured out that Silas and Carol were very religious and ultra-conservative. As a leader of the church, Silas made sure the kids attended the private school run by the church and it was there that Greg’s life was primed for this change.

It happened when he was eight. Silas, still trying to toughen the boy up and make him into some kind of athlete, enrolled Greg in the church’s little league team. The first day of practice was the start of one of the worst years of Greg’s life. The coach had lined up all the boys for batting practice and Greg was behind the Pastor’s son, Kent.

Now Kent was big for his age and a powerhouse, but he also was a mean bully. He loved to pick on and hurt the weaker kids. Of course, Greg was the one he picked on the most. So, the first pitch happened and Kent swung for the fences. Only the bat ‘slipped’ from his hands and sailed through the air, connecting with Greg’s right temple, and knocking him out.

A week later, with a fractured skull, Greg woke, having been in a medically induced coma to allow the swelling in his brain to subside. The doctors warned Silas and Carol that the boy had suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury. There were a lot of potential side effects, including severe headaches and seizure-like activity. That ended Greg’s baseball career and left him with debilitating migraines and a changed personality. Whereas, until the age of eight, Greg had been quiet and calm, now he seemed to be filled with uncontrollable anger at the slightest provocation.

This led to ten years of Silas and Pastor James being convinced that the boy had become possessed by a demon. Greg was both physically and emotionally abused as they and others in the “church” tried to drive the devil out of him. Nothing worked, but one strange side effect was that after a couple of years, Greg could take a beating, all the while feeling nothing unless someone connected with his head. Then he would end up with a migraine that would persist for days.

Because of that, Greg struggled in school, not due to a lack of intelligence, but because the headaches caused him to miss a lot of days. He got held back in third grade after the accident because that year his headaches were so bad, he couldn’t concentrate. Greg was held back again when he hit puberty for the same reason. The doctor told his parents that teenage hormonal changes caused the increase in headaches. And who knows? Maybe he was right. What Greg knew was that it led to him becoming the oldest kid in his class by two years and a grade behind Charlotte.

Charlotte was the only good thing in his life. She really was the best of the family and Greg’s best friend. After Greg’s accident, Charlotte was the only one who cared for him. When he woke up from the coma, Charlotte appointed herself his caregiver, even though she was only seven. If Greg got a headache, she was the one who made sure he took his medicine, and that they kept the lights off and the noise quiet. She and Greg talked about everything, and he loved her more than anyone in his life.

Okay, so enough background. Silas Masters is a religious controlling ass, and Carol is a hot nurse who looks like an older version of Greg’s sister Charlotte. Charlotte was a hottie who, while younger than Greg, was a grade ahead of him in school and his best friend.

Then when Greg turned nineteen, everything changed again. Silas’s job got downsized and they couldn’t keep attending the church-run private school. That’s what led to the second event, the one that changed everything.

Before we get into that part of the story, let’s talk about Greg’s little sister, Charlotte. You already know she was friendly, perky, and beautiful. When they were younger, she was also Greg’s biggest supporter and closest friend. When Silas or the church elders went too far trying to drive the devil from him, it was Charlotte who would sneak into Greg’s room and doctor his welts, bruises, and scrapes. That was the only act of disobedience Greg’s “perfect little sister” ever performed.

Other than that, she really was the perfect child. She obeyed without hesitation; she smiled even when doing the worst jobs given to her and she was kind and friendly to everyone. However, at eighteen, nobody had ever kissed her or asked her out on a date. Not that guys hadn’t tried.

She was every boy’s wet dream. Long strawberry-blonde hair that hung in waves down the middle of her back. Blue eyes the color of a perfect summer sky. Plump bow-shaped lips that just begged to be kissed or have a guy’s dick pushed between them. And that perfect heart-shaped ass, just right for groping. Tits the perfect size to fit in a guy’s hands.

Greg often heard guys talk about what they would pay to get just one taste of her hidden treasures. Oh, he knew guys dreamed of her, and fantasized about her. Hell, most of them probably jacked off to fantasies about her. He knew he did. But none of them ever got close to asking her out. Silas wouldn’t allow it, and she never tried to sneak around his rules.

Greg was the opposite. Since he was beaten no matter what he did, he did what he wanted. However, his opportunities for sexual experimentation weren’t much better than Charlotte’s. Except for the divorced lady down the street who took his virginity and taught him how to please a woman one Saturday when he cut her grass, there was no one.

After all, He was the guy no one was interested in. He wasn’t even a nerd or a geek. Greg Masters was basically invisible. That was fine with him. He didn’t like most people, anyway. Well, except for Charlotte.

Charlotte was his ‘sister’ and he loved her. Probably more than a guy should love his sister, even if there is no blood between them. He knew what he felt for her was wrong, but hey, he was demon-possessed, anyway. He figured he may as well go to hell for lusting after his sister as for just surviving a ball bat to the head. Besides, while he may have wanted to fuck his sister, Greg would never have done it because, on top of lusting after her, he did truly love her. Which is what led to his becoming woke and gaining powers.

It was the end of the first week of Charlotte’s and Greg’s second year in public school. It was Friday, and Greg exited the building to look for his sister, so they could walk home together. He instantly saw red when he noticed her struggling to get out of the arms of the school’s star quarterback, Brock. The dick was obviously trying to put his hands where they didn’t belong. Greg could hear the tension in Charlotte’s voice. “Stop it, Brock. I said no, let me go!”

Greg felt the blood rushing into his head, and it throbbed under the scar where he’d taken that baseball bat long ago. Greg rushed up, shoving past Brock’s two buddies from the team. “Aww, don’t be like that, Charlotte. You know you want me.”

“HEY! Take your hands off my sister!”

Brock looked at Greg and laughed. “Go away little Masters, this is man’s business, not pussy-boy business.”

The two Neanderthals grabbed hold of Greg as Brock advanced on him. Charlotte was holding on to Brock’s arm, promising to do anything if he’d just let her brother go. He smiled and leaned close to Greg’s ear.

“You hear that loser? Your sweet sister just promised to be my bitch if I let you go. But I’m gonna fuck you up, anyway. Then while you’re lying there helpless, I’m gonna make her my three-hole bitch while you watch.

You’ll be there knowing you weren’t man enough to stop me. When I’m done, she’ll be begging me to use her and you’ll know who turned your little sis into a cock addicted slut. Maybe when I’m done with her, I’ll let Rick and Carl here have her, too. Hell, maybe we’ll all three take her at once. After that, I’ll give her to the entire team. She’ll be our little cum-slut.”

That’s when it happened. The pressure that had been building in Greg’s head snapped. It literally snapped. He heard and felt a snap inside his head. Suddenly everything seemed clearer, sharper. He looked into Brock’s eyes and saw the ass meant every word he was saying. They were going to beat Greg and gang-rape his sister.

Greg actually saw Brock picturing those actions in his mind, and Greg saw red. He’d always thought it was just a saying that you could get so angry that you saw red until it happened. He didn’t know why he saw the things that Brock was picturing in his head, but he saw them and they made him angrier than he’d ever been before. So angry that there was a red haze of everything and he could feel his blood pumping in his arteries. “No, you won’t,” he said.

That was when he did the impossible, and he looked to his right at Rick. “Let me go.” Greg felt a push of something leave his body heading toward Rick. Rick’s hands dropped to his side, and he just stood there. Then Greg looked to his left at Carl. “You too. Let me go.” Again, that push of power and Carl’s arms dropped, and they both stood there, looking lost in thought.

Brock looked shocked. “What are you doing? Hold him so I can fuck him up.”

Greg looked at Brock, as shocked as the jock was at his minions obeying Greg instead of their quarterback. Then some understanding crept into Greg’s mind. That powerful push made the other two obey him. This changed everything and laughter exploded from his mouth. Brock’s face changed at his insane response. Greg looked at him and said. “You don’t understand, do you? You fucked up, mister star quarterback. I’m in charge now. Do you want someone to become a cum-slut for the football team? I agree the football team needs a cum-slut.”

Greg looked at the three football stars. Then smiled an evil, twisted smile at Brock. He looked at the two linebackers standing on either side of him.

“Carl, Rick. Why don’t the two of you drag Brock here into the locker room and ... What was it you said, Brock? Fuck him until he’s begging you to use him like a cum-slut. Make sure you both use him at the same time. Oh, and fill both his holes with cum. When you’re done, make sure you share him with the entire team.” Greg pushed that mental power at the two again and wasn’t as surprised when Brock’s two ‘friends’ grabbed him and started dragging him toward the locker room.

“What’s wrong with you asswipes?” Brock screamed. “What are you doing? Let me go.”

Greg, not quite done taunting Brock, called out to them. “Stop!” They stopped while Brock struggled to get loose. Greg walked up to them, still not understanding how this was working, but knowing it had something to do with that power push his mind could now make. He knew he was causing them all to do what he said. Looking Brock in the eyes, he snarled as he pushed power at Brock. “You’re going to hate everything that is happening to you; but you won’t be able to help but get turned on by it, too. Every time one of them cums in you or on you, you’ll beg for more cum. You won’t be able to stop yourself, you will crave it from the first drop. The first dick to enter your ass will make you so hard you’ll cum when it does. Every time one of the team cums in you or on you, you’ll beg them for more. You’ll cum with them and hate it. After they’ve finished with you, only cocks and getting used like a bitch by other guys will make you cum. Oh, and you’ll never come near me or my sister ever again, or next time I’ll make you want to fuck a dog or maybe a horse. I hear donkey sex shows are all the rage in Mexico.”

He looked at the two linebackers. “Fuck him good fellas and don’t forget to share him with the entire team.”

Greg turned to see Charlotte standing beside him, her eyes wide with shock and fear. “How did you do that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Greg winced when he saw her face clear, and the fear and shock simply disappeared. “Okay, thank you for rescuing me.”

“I will always be what you need me to be, Charlotte. I love you and I’ll do anything for you. Don’t you know that?”

She looked at her brother with wonder in her gaze. “You will? You do?”

Again, Greg saw what she was thinking and suddenly realized, the hottest girl he knew, lusted after him just like he lusted after her. Greg smiled and leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “All you have to do, Charlotte, is ask me to find out.”

Then they headed home, blood still dripping from Greg’s battered face. As the two got to their block, they could see Silas’s car sitting in the driveway. Just my luck. Greg thought. He had to avoid his father, or else face another beating or a session with the Elders.

Sure enough, as they came in the door, Silas was hanging up his jacket in the closet and took one look at Greg. “What have you gotten yourself into now, Greg? Fighting? You can’t stay out of trouble to save your life, can you?”