Chase, unrepentant narcissist that he is, was more than pleased to tell me all about his sadistic sexual tastes. What I gathered from both his very graphic descriptions and from reading his mind was this:
Chase knew how to seduce a woman. And he knew how to be gentle and loving. But that was all an act, a far cry from his true desires. The gentle and loving sex was what he did with Vivian to pull the wool over her eyes. But what he did with all those other women was brutal.
Chase liked to fuck rough. He didn’t just get “blow jobs,” but rather fucked women’s mouths and throats, not caring whether or not they enjoyed it. In fact, my mind-reading suggested he wanted them to hate it and he wanted it to hurt them. He always fucked women roughly, both in their cunts and up their asses. He never wore a condom and almost always came inside the women he fucked. I wondered how many other women aside from Juanita he had gotten pregnant, but I didn’t dig into his mind to find out.
While Chase was singly focused on shooting his load into these women, he cared not one bit for their pleasure. He preferred their screams to their moans. All he cared about was his own pleasure.
By reading his mind, I realized what the motivation was. It all came down to a shockingly disproportionate love for his own cock. He thought it was God’s gift to the world. He thought he fucked like a superstar.
But in that love, there was also a deep-seated insecurity. He was ashamed of a particular “shortcoming.” The biggest issue for Chase in the size department was that he was a “grower,” and not a “show-er” in the least. His flaccid penis was undeniably a tiny little nub. When he got hard, his cock grew to a fair 6″. Thus, he overcompensated. He didn’t want these women to think of him as the man with a tiny, flaccid penis. He wouldn’t let anyone think he was that kind of sub-par man. Instead, he was the man with the powerful cock that destroyed women’s cunts, mouths, and asses.
He compensated for this concern over possible inferiority by making himself a “superior” in every other way. The confident, assertive swagger he walked with. The dominant, aggressive fucking. All the time he spent at the gym to give himself a strong, muscular body. Owning the cunts of these women by shooting his loads deep inside. Making his cock the thing which destroyed their bodies and ruined their lives.
I was appalled. A rage boiled inside me. This self-absorbed man-child used women like tissues, ruined lives without a second thought. And to top this all off, he thought he deserved half the assets of the wealthy woman he had tricked into loving him!
This was unjust.
Someone had to do something about it. No, not just “someone.” I had to do something about it. Chase needed to be taught a lesson and I was going to do it.
So many ideas came into my mind. But I couldn’t act now, I would need time to prepare to make sure this punishment would fit the crime. I would gather what I needed and I would make sure justice would be done.
Again, I feigned camaraderie to finish the “casting.” I wanted to get Chase out of there now so I could start preparing to deliver the punishment he so deserved. As much as I wanted to tell Chase then and there that he was the scum of the earth and that I would make him feel that because he deserved to feel that, I stuck to the script I had prepared.
“Okay, well, thank you for coming in, Chase. I think this audition went really well. I’ll be in touch soon. I can safely say that I know exactly who to pair you with. As I explained before, it’s a reality show, but you’ll be playing a different version of yourself. I’ve got lots of ideas and I think I know exactly how I’m going to cast you.”
Chase seemed elated. Finally, he’d be on TV! And audiences nationwide would see what a handsome, manly stud he was.
Chase would, of course, never be on TV, but he will have an audience in due time. And they’ll see a very different side of him. He’s going to be cast in exactly the role he deserves for the rest of his life.
We shook hands again and he departed. The first thing I did was call Vivian.
“I can name a price.”
I explained to her what I knew now. I told her that he wasn’t simply cheating on her, but that he was raping countless women. And then I told her what I was going to do to him. She readily agreed to my price and told me to let her know if I wanted anything else at all.
I headed home to get what I needed. I opened the box of things Bryan had left behind. I no longer felt pain when I looked at them. I was no longer weakened by thoughts of lost love. Instead, I was empowered by a sense of justice. I felt stronger than I ever had before. I seriously wondered how much I could do with my powers when I felt such strength in me. I would find out shortly.
I made my way to Chase’s building. He had written his address on the “casting forms.” I had no doubt that his condo was expensive. After all, one of the Warrens had been living there before Chase weaselled his way in. Chase himself had been living there — in luxury, no doubt — since Vivian kicked him out of the family estate.
I buzzed the intercom. Although he was surprised that the “casting director” was here, I made up some excuse about being in the neighbourhood and wanting to discuss his “future role” with him. He buzzed me right in, likely having no idea how his life was about to change forever.
I greeted him warmly as he let me. I was pleased to see that he was wearing very little, even though the jogging pants he had on at that moment were a lot more than he would wear ever again.
I was right about him being fit. No doubt he answered the door in this state of undress because he wanted me to see the “manly, muscular body” that he was so keen to show audiences worldwide.
I was right about the condo being nice. Even I, with all the funds I had accumulated from offering my pricy services over the last few years, did not yet live in such a nice place. The view was especially something. When families like the Warrens get properties like this, they hold on to them for generations.
As soon as he closed the door, I dropped all the pretences.
All the warmth gone from my voice: “Take off those pants, you fucking rapist piece of shit.”
Chase was taken aback. “Dude, what the f—”
And then I felt the power surge in me. I bore my thoughts into his mind. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. And. Strip.”
Surprise, shock, and confusion ran across his face as his mouth immediately snapped shut and his hands went for the waistband of his jogging pants.
He tried to cover his cock as he lower his pants but I stopped him before he could do this.
My voice in his mind once more: “Hands. On. Your. Head.”
Pants fell to the floor, hands shot up to his head.
Even having told him to shut his fucking mouth, I couldn’t silence the irritating whining inside his head. Panic, confusion, rage: “What is happening? Why? How? I’m gonna kill this fucker. Goddamn faggot, stay away from me!”
His indignation only strengthened me more. I walked right up to him, staring him down. I didn’t have to say out loud what I wanted him to know. My voice boomed inside his head.