GC Part 2: A plan is put into action

Leaving the school building, Zeke was taken aback by the number of people remaining on the perimeters on a Friday afternoon. And they weren’t even his schoolmates, not most of them anyway. He could mostly see middle-aged couples that he assumed to be the aforementioned schoolmates’ parents. And that’s when he remembered the reason behind the cheerleaders’ early rehearsal that had given him the opportunity to spy on them today.

Today was the day of Beavers’, his school’s football team’s, decisive match. And since he wasn’t a fan of the sport himself, nor did he support the members of the team, he only knew about this because he had overheard people at school talking about it all week. Apparently, if Beavers won today, they would qualify for the national championship, a big deal for the school, it seemed.

Zeke followed the crowds behind the building, where the football field and changing rooms were. If it were a normal day, he wouldn’t have the slightest interest in showing up anywhere near this place. Especially after getting beaten to a pulp there earlier. However, today was no ordinary day. He had just discovered that he was in possession of mind-control power. And he was sure to use it to get back at his enemies.

“Bradley Robbins, the Beaver’s captain!” Sounded the announcer’s voice through the field’s loudspeakers, letting everyone know that the match was to start soon.

Zeke climbed the bleachers to find a good spot for observation. Sitting among people of the same age his own parents would have been, if they were alive, he noticed that many of them had snacks and drinks. And since he could feel his stomach grumbling, he decided to change that with his power.

Leaning towards a married couple, likely parents of one of the Beavers’ opponents, he focused on them internally and said. “You’ve lost your appetite, so you’ll give me your popcorn and soda.”

They exchanged looks, probably not having expected a demand like this. However, no time was needed for them to nod to each other and hand over the popcorn-filled bucket as well as their large cup. “You’re right. Here you go, son.” Said the man and went back to watching the start of the match.

Now, where was he? Right… The boy was thinking of taking **** on those who had hurt him, using his newfound power. And it just so happened that the person he had his eyes set on was the great Brad Robbins.

His fists clenched, watching his bully run across the field, completely unbothered by the fact that he had left him bruised up and with a broken nose. It was as if Zeke simply didn’t exist to him outside of being his punching bag. And it was impossible to fathom just how he could be so indifferent to the boy’s pain, even finding joy in causing it.

The fact that Brad had everything that Zeke had ever wished for in life made it even worse. He looked to the opposite side of the field where Mr. and Mrs. Robbins stood and cheered for their son. Dressed in nice and most likely unaffordable clothes for most people, Robert Robbins and his wife Nicole did their best to show off just how amazing their family was. Unlike every other parent, they weren’t sitting on the bleachers, instead they stood right next to the Beavers’ coach on the field. Though, Zeke had to admit that, between the two of them, he was paying more attention to Nicole Robbins than to her husband.

Being an ex-model, Mrs. Robbins had aged like fine wine, maintaining head-turning looks and a body many women half her age would kill for. The light-brown haired bombshell was wearing a form-fitting green sundress with white flowery patterns. Cut low and reaching no further than her knees, it put the woman’s huge rack and long legs on display. A display badmouthed in jealousy by mothers sitting around Zeke on the bleachers.

He wouldn’t be able to constrain himself if he lived under the same roof as a woman of Mrs. Robbins’ caliber. And he could only wonder if Brad was as jealous of his father to get to fuck her as he was. Though, even if thoughts like these crossed his mind, he could always distract himself with Chrissie.

Easily the hottest girl at school, Chrissie was another reason behind Zeke’s unending jealousy of Brad’s life. In many ways a younger copy of Mrs. Robbins. The blonde cheerleader often filled his lewd fantasies, having dumped his tormentor in favor of getting her throat stuffed by our boy’s dick in them.

And finally, there was Brad’s little sister, Leila. Zeke didn’t know much about her, though, other than the fact that she had recently had her eighteen birthday and that next year, when he, Brad and Chrissie would be off to college, she would likely take over the leadership of the cheerleading team. Less developed in the tits and ass departments and reminiscent more of her father, she still looked hot, though in her own, cute way.

Zeke could get them all to fuck him no later than five minutes from now if he wanted to, maybe sooner if he ordered them to spread their legs for him right there on the football field. The look on Brad’s face would be priceless, and he would forever be remembered as the one who got cucked by the kid he had bullied. But that would be stupid, and a waste of Zeke’s power’s potential.

As much as he wanted to unleash his wrath at him, maybe even making him kill himself, he knew that it would be giving Brad the easy way out.

Using his mind-controlling ability Zeke could deprive his bully of everything that made him happy and take it all for himself. His rich and supportive parents, his hot as shit girlfriend, his pure little sister and his pride. Zeke wanted him to watch it all slip his fingers and leave him in an eternal cycle of torment and humiliation, tenfold or maybe even thousandfold what he had put Zeke through.

Seeing the Robbinses greet another married couple with hugs and kisses, the boy paused his fantasy of **** to watch the four of them talk briefly and return to cheering for the Beavers together. They shouted words of encouragement for Brad and celebrated in unison whenever he scored points or stole the football from his opponents.

“Look, darling. This must be Robert Robbins’ boss and his wife.” A woman in the row behind him whispered to her husband. “I’ve heard he’s a CFO at Broad Motors!”

What was such a high level executive of a company this huge doing here watching a high school football match. He must’ve been a good friend of Brad’s father as well as his supervisor. It made sense for Robbinses to be so rich if Robert worked for a motorization giant’s CFO.

Having come up with a general idea of how he was going to execute his **** on Brad, Zeke decided to spring into action. He stood up from his seat on the bleachers and descended the stairs toward the field ground.

“Hey, Bober!” He called out loud enough for the mascot of the team to hear him.

The boy dressed in a Beaver costume wearing his school’s representative jersey walked over to him, taking a break from his mascot duties. Standing right in front of Zeke, he spread his arms like he was asking him what he wanted without speaking.

“Do you see the couple next to the Robbinses?” Our boy asked him, pointing in their direction. And the mascot nodded its oversized head.

“Take this drink and spill it on the woman.” Zeke ordered. “Make it seem like an accident and forget that I asked you to do it afterwards.”

He watched in anticipation as the mascot gradually made his way to the other side of the field, making it seem like he’s just skipping around to support his team. After a while, he finally made his way to the two couples where he joined them in cheering for Brad and his squad. And finally, pretending to slip, he poured the contents of his cup onto the wife of Mr. Robbins’ boss.

Watching both pairs shocked and enraged at the guy was hilarious, and Zeke didn’t even feel bad for causing him trouble, as he had more than once encouraged Brad’s bullying.

A moment later, Robert’s boss excused himself and walked with his wife to the locker room building. Zeke had hoped for all four of them to go, but he could work with this. So, he followed the couple a while later.

Walking inside, he heard the woman’s lament coming from the bathroom. Luckily, the door wasn’t locked, and he barged in uninvited on the pair trying to do something about the drink stained dress.

“Huh?” The man quickly noticed Zeke’s presence and frowned at the intrusion. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Whatever hair that remained on his balding head was grey, signifying his older age. Despite that, he towered at an impressive height and, like most men his age, was quite chubby. Having said that, Zeke almost shit his pants when the guy stomped his heavy feet, scared that he would beat the crap out of him like Brad had done earlier.

“STOP” Zeke managed to scream out right before the massive man reached him. And, as if frozen in time, the man halted in complete stillness.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he focused his power again. This time he directed it at both him and his wife and said. “You will not move, and you’ll answer all of my questions honestly.”

Having locked the door, the boy questioned Thomas and Pamela Peterson, whose names he had quickly learned. It seemed like Thomas had remarried to his much younger assistant a few years ago, becoming his company’s Chief Financial Officer sometime later. But this wasn’t the most interesting information he had gotten out of them.

“So, Mr. Robbins is aspiring to become the next VP of finance?” He inquired.

“The last few quarters have been exceptionally successful on his side, and he’s been trying to win me over for a while now. Though, I haven’t made my mind up on who I’m going to choose, yet.” Thomas, who Zeke had made much more open and comfortable using his power, revealed.

Initially, he wanted to use the Petersons just to get to Brad’s family. But with this information, he could play into Robert’s ambition and use it to gradually dig his evil claws in their life.

Focusing his power on both of them again, he explained. “From now on, you will fully believe that I’m your nephew. You’ve known me for a long time, and since you don’t have children of your own, I’ve been the apple of your eyes. As far as you remember, you could never say no to me, and whenever you could do something to make me happy, you’d do it without batting an eye.”

Now, while they processed what all of it meant, Zeke looked Pamela up and down. When she appeared on the field, he could tell that she was pretty. Far from Nicole Robbins’ beauty, but pretty, nonetheless. And now that she was standing in just her underwear, trying to dry her dress with a hairdryer he couldn’t stop himself from adding to their mental changes.

“Additionally… me and ‘Aunt’ Pamela have always had a special relationship. She’s been deeply attracted to me, lusting over me much more than she ever did over you, Thomas. But since I’m so important to you, the two of you have accepted my and Pamela’s sexual activities as perfectly normal. You’re happy to share your wife with your favorite nephew, and Pamela is even more happy to satisfy any of my desires.” Zeke had always wanted to say that to another person. But now not only could he say it out loud to someone, but he could also actually make them believe that it was true as well.

Accepting the commands in their minds, the boy saw Pamela’s gaze instantly shift from that of indifference to scanning his body lustfully. Had he not had a grand plan in mind, he would’ve jumped her right there and then. However, he managed to hold his horses and take things slowly, not wanting to make any stupid mistakes.

“You can move again. And by the way, my name is Zeke.” He said, chuckling at having forgotten to introduce himself to them before making such life-changing alterations to their minds.

“My goodness, Zeke. I was worried you’d make us stand still forever.” “Uncle” Thomas joked, referring to his literal inability to say no to his “nephew”.

“Baby, what happened to you?” Pamela rushed to the boy anxiously. “Don’t tell me you got into a fight!”

She completely disregarded her state of dress, leaning over him in nothing but a bra, a pair of panties and some jewelry. His eyes were right at her chest’s level, and she cared not that he was staring right down her exposed cleavage.

“Come on, honey. The boy’s got balls. Though, I suppose you know that better than anyone else.” He chuckled and winked. “I hope that whoever did this left in a worse state, at least.”

The way they totally believed in what Zeke had told them, and the way Thomas made fun of his own wife’s incestual escapades was extremely hard to not break out laughing at for the boy. And it was the first time today, or maybe in a few days that he really smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, guys. I just fell down the stairs, that’s all.” He lied, not wanting to give them reason to hate Brad yet.

“Well, you better be more careful next time, baby. Who’s gonna fuck my needy cunt if something happens to you?” She said and leaned her face to kiss him on the lips.

Zeke almost choked on his spit when her lips touched his, and she shoved her tongue inside his mouth. For a moment he wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand this was more than he had ever wished for, but exactly for that reason it needed some time to fully register in his brain. But when it finally did, he reciprocated the kiss and joined her tongue with his own. Like it was the most normal thing in the world, Zeke Tanner and Pamela Peterson made out and explored each other’s bodies with their hands right in front of “Uncle” Thomas.

“I guess I’ll give you guys some privacy.” He said, giving Zeke thumbs up for the way he handled his wife. But the boy had one last task for him before he left.

“Uncle, bring Mr. and Mrs. Robbins here. Don’t tell them anything about me, though.” You ordered, not bothering to use your power, because he would listen to you anyway.

“Sure thing, Zeke.” He replied, before closing the door behind himself.

With Zeke’s hands still fondling Pamela’s asscheeks and her tits squished between their bodies, the woman slowly retracted from the kiss. A loud plop filled the bathroom when their salivated lips and tongues split, leaving a string of spit between their faces. Staring at him with a hungry look in her eyes, she asked. “Want me to suck you off?”

“Shit, we don’t have much time. You’ll have to be quick.” Zeke couldn’t refuse an offer like this.

“Yes, daddy.” She replied, giggling like a schoolgirl that just got a lollipop.