Phil walked across the school ground, supremely confident now that he knew no one could ever do anything to him ever again. His eyes darted around seeing all sorts of opportunities that he had never considered before.
A couple of the younger boys ran over to him, they were smart kids, and were following in his academic footsteps. They were the closest things he had to friends. Thomas, and Ronald, Tom and Ron for short, were always together, top of their classes and the best of friends. They had been introduced to Phil via a mentoring program to encourage their scholastic gifts. They enjoyed his company but always had found him to be a bit reserved.
"Hey Phil, did you hear about Mike?" asked Ron.
"Hi guys. Yeah I was there, it was hilarious."
"Wow Phil, did you see Heather's tits?" asked Tom in awe.
"They were this far away from me," said Phil as he held his hand out in front of him.
"You're so lucky, I've always wanted to see them," mused Tom, disappointedly.
"Shh, here she comes," Ron nudged Tom in the ribs.
Phil was feeling generous, and as Heather made her way quickly across the playground he stopped time as she was right in front of Tom.
He reached out and undid her white blouse, leaving it tucked into her skirt, revealing her white bra underneath. Phil grabbed the bottom of the cups and pulled them up over her meaty tits, exposing them to the world. He moved back into position and restarted time.
"Heather!" called Phil.
She turned to face them, twisting the top half of her body to them.
"What do you want!"
Tom gasped in delight, and Ron started to giggle.
"What is wrong with you two?" demanded Heather.
"What's wrong with you, is a better question," said Phil, pointing at the nipples poking out from the front of her top.
She looked down and gasped in horror. Quickly she pulled her blouse tightly closed and ran off to the girls toilets to fix her clothes.
"Oh my god! Did you see that!" gushed Tom in disbelief.
Phil washed his hands and reached out to open the door to the outside, and Mike pushed the door in and shoved him back into the toilets.
"I don't know what the hell was going on last night you little weasel, but you're gonna pay for it now."
Mike went to throw a punch when all of a sudden he started to feel a squeezing feeling, encompassing his balls.
"What the fuck?" he asked, looking down at his crotch.
John, Rick and Tony all stepped back and stared at him.
Mike suddenly fell to the floor as he felt his balls being crushed, the pain was excruciating. "Arrgh!"
"Enjoying that Mike?" asked Phil as he moved closer to him. "A bit harder perhaps?"
Mike screamed in pain again.
"More?"
"No, please no," begged Mike breathlessly.
"Ok, this is how it is now. Leave me alone and I will leave you alone. If you keep fucking with me, then I will screw you up permanently," Phil pushed past the disbelieving trio and started to head out the door. He turned and came back.
"You three," he said with a snap of his fingers. All three of them fell to the ground in the same agony as Mike.
"You know nothing about this, this didn't happen and you will not speak to anyone about it."
The three of them nodded and they felt the pain subside.
"Oh one last thing Mike," said Phil with an evil grin. "You've broken up with Heather, and you only like guys now."
Mike nodded, not realising that Phil had just made a change to his mind, not a suggestion. Phil looked at the muscular Tony, who had always taken great joy in pummelling him.
"You like Tony, and Tony likes you. In fact, you're now a couple."
They both nodded, and Phil eased the pressure on Mike's testicles.
"See ya fellers," said Phil as he strode casually out into the school ground.
He heard the surprised gasps as the door swung back and forth revealing the four incapacitated thugs left in his wake.
Phil had enjoyed his first day at school since his 'acquisition'. Word had spread of his treatment of Mike and his cohorts and he had suddenly seen a newfound respect in the eyes of his classmates. Life was good.
He walked home casually, not having to rush in case Mike caught up with him, and was enjoying the sights and sounds of suburbia around him.
With a sudden rush of wind, and a ding from her bell, a bike rider sailed past him and continued on down the street. Suddenly time stopped and she was frozen in mid-pedal. Phil walked up to the bike and stepped in front of her. He had seen this woman ride her bike, almost every day since he had started high school, and almost every day her taut body rode past him as he was being harassed by Mike.
She was bent down over the handlebars, her black fingerless gloved hands gripped the handles tightly. Her long brown hair emerged from under her blue helmet and was platted, hanging loose down the curve of her spine. He reached up and grabbed her wrap around sunglasses and slipped them off her face. Her hazel coloured eyes were revealed, and he studied her attractive face, her lips were open in mid puff as she was exerting herself. He ran his finger down her cheek, and enjoyed the soft, smooth, warm skin under his touch. Her white t-shirt hid her medium sized breasts from his view, and he wasn't having that. He reached behind her and grabbed the hem of the shirt, pulling it up over her back, and bunched it up around her shoulders. He glanced under her to see a cream sports bra holding her c-cup tits in place. He grabbed the bottom of the bra and hauled it up to her shoulders. Her tits were now exposed, her large nipples and areolae still squashed into place as though she was still wearing her bra. Her tits did not flop down either, this was a side effect of the stoppage of time, things stayed where they were, so he allowed them to flop down and hang freely. He fondled them, enjoyed the feel of them in his hand, and pinched her nipples a couple of times for good measure. He moved back around behind her, lifted her arse up off the seat so that she was almost standing upright on the pedals and grabbed the waistband of her tight bike shorts. With a theatrical flourish, he pulled the lycra down over the curve of her arse and down as far as he could go before the bike stopped them. She was wearing a white g-string, which quickly joined her bike shorts down around her legs, fully exposing her buttocks to him. He gave her arse a bit of a squeeze, like he was choosing fruit, and then gave it a playful slap. He allowed her arse to react normally, and a red hand print appeared where he had struck her cheeks. He liked the look of that and began to spank her arse heavily, until his hand was sore and her arse was bright red.
"Let's see her sit down now," he giggled.
He grabbed her hips and pulled them backwards and down so that her arse was nearly touching the back wheel, and she was at just the right height for him. He had always fancied this woman, so he decided he was going to sample her wares. Her shaved pussylips were peeking out from between her arsecheeks, and he sent a wave of arousal into her mind and allowed the normal reaction to take place. He reached out and stroked her defenceless pussy, and slipped his finger into the depths of her cunt. She was moist and hot, and his cock jerked to full erection, causing his school trousers to stick out like a tent. He reached down and undid his zipper, fished around inside them and extricated his cock from his boxers.
He stroked his hand up and down the length of his rod, making sure it was fully erect, enjoying the sensation as well. He eased himself into position behind her, lifting her up slightly so that he had the right angle, and pressed the tip of his cock up against her sweet snatch. He felt the warmth of her hot box and with a satisfied groan, he slid the length of his cock into her undefended folds. She was tight and my god she was hot. He allowed her to react to the sensations and suddenly she let out a loud moan. He slapped her arse again as he thrust deeply inside her and she let out a squeal. He liked the sound of that and gave her the occasional slap to try and get her to squeal again, which he managed a couple of times. Each time she did, he felt his dick jerk inside her with excitement. He slipped his cock out of her and decided to go for a better response from her. He lined his cock up with her little delicate arsehole, and with as much thrust as he could manage, he pressed forwards and after a moment of resistance he was sliding slowly inside her rear.
Her head snapped back and she screeched in a mixture of shock and pain.
"Oh yeah!" he groaned. He couldn't believe how tight her arse was. He was new to the whole sex thing, and this was an extra special first for him. It was a first for her as well, but he didn't know that. Luxuriating in the exquisite pressure of her arse, he slowly began to pull back out, feeling the muscle gripping him tightly. He was all the way out, and pressed back into her, enjoying her moan of pain. Again and again he slid the entire length of his shaft out of her, and back in. He was nearing his climax, and he didn't want to waste it, so he pulled out and slid back into her pussy as deeply as he could, firing shot after shot of his hot cum squirted into her gooey snatch. She wailed in time with his spurts, he wasn't sure if it was pleasure or distress.
"Fucking YES!" he groaned as he slumped forwards over her naked butt.
Back in place, many metres behind her, he took one last look at her arse, tightly clad in her lycra shorts. He thought he could just make out a wet patch, but from this distance he couldn't really tell. He restarted time, and all in one movement, she pressed down on the pedal, put her arse on the seat and screeched in pain. A second later she veered off into a nearby bush and crashed in a heap onto someone's front lawn.
He continued walking, and after a couple of moments he had caught up to her, and casually glanced over at her as he continued walking. She was rubbing her sore arse, and just as he stepped out of view he caught the look of disbelief on her face as she realised why her crotch was so wet.
Life was good, no, it was great!