The Magic Stick

Most people think that the day they get supernatural powers, the first thing they will do is get rich, resurrect relatives, or go back in time and kill Hitler. But for me, the day I found an enchanted stick (more like a ramified branch), the first thing I did was call my best friend.

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Once I figured out how it worked, it was easy. All you have to do is grab the branch and then command someone to do something, and they will obey. Without asking questions, without hesitation. without any ability to resist.

So I called my best friend, and as soon as she answered the phone, I simply told her, "Stay late at work today." I could imagine her nodding off at her computer, her eyes misting over for a moment as her mind processed the information and losing control, then, within seconds, her eyes returned to normal focus and she looked confusedly at the phone in her hand, not quite sure what she was going to do with it.

The second thing I did (which actually happened at the same time as the first), was to grab the car keys from the table and run outside as I am, in sweatpants. messy hair. Without make-up or elegant. Flip flops on the feet and a stain of tomato sauce on the shirt. The sun outside was on its way down, but still hot as it should be for summer, and as soon as I started the car I turned the AC up to the maximum. This is not a good time to sweat.

The drive was short, but felt like an eternity. I don't even remember how I got there, how many traffic lights I passed and whether they were red or green. I left the driving to one part of my brain, while I was imagining things in the other. All kinds of ideas came to my mind, some were rejected immediately and others were saved for later, when I arrived.

And then I arrived, and out of excitement for a moment my head was completely empty of thoughts. My hands were shaking and sweating, and my whole body was in peak excitement, pure pleasure of anticipation. A clear knowledge that something good is about to happen.

He didn't expect to see me. I am standing in his doorway, messy hair, my eyes sparkling with excitement and I am holding a branch in my hand. I imagine I may have looked a little crazy, but before he could even ponder my mental health or the reason I was knocking on his door, I tightened my grip on the branch and said, "Let me in."

His eyes split for a moment, then came back and sharpened, looking intently at me as he retreated back into the house and cleared the way for me.

"Follow me", I said and went straight to their bedroom. I knew exactly where it was, after all I had been in this house so many times, many hours in total. We have been good friends for years, spending Saturday evenings together, holidays and also just meeting without purpose. The atmosphere was always light, roars of laughter and fun, and mutual affection between us all. But no line was ever crossed, not even hinted. He was my forbidden fruit, the Hanukkah candle, only allowed to be seen. I won't lie, many times I fantasized about what could have been between us, the things I would like to do to him (and he to me). My attraction to him was animalistic, I could barely control it and myself, but I knew that if I took a step in his direction I would destroy the friendship. And maybe their marriage. I told myself that I am not a person who does such things, without thinking.

But then I found the branch that morning, dumped in our back garden by the fence. When I picked him up he had a strange feeling in my hand, almost warm, almost caressing. And just before I could throw it in the trash, the neighbors' annoying dog started barking. as usual. "Be a little quiet", I yelled at him, as I do sometimes and always without any result. This time, he fell silent at once. I was so scared that I peeked through the fence to make sure nothing had happened to him. From the other side, the neighbor, who is also not used to this silence, looked at me with the same astonishment, and after a long hour of silence and mutual wondering, he muttered, "What the hell did you do to my dog?". For a moment I didn't know what to answer, but then I remembered all the times his fucking dog woke me up barking in the middle of the night, and all the times I stepped on what he left on the grass in front of the house, and my blood started boiling, "I didn't do anything to him! But maybe if you start picking up the poop after him and making sure he doesn't bark and wake up the whole neighborhood, it will be much nicer for all of us!". He turned away from me in silence and I could imagine him rolling his eyes as he went into his house, but then he came out with a roll of plastic bags in his hand, and started tearing up bag after bag and picking up dog poop that had been drying on the lawn for days. You have to understand how strange it was: he never, ever, never cleaned up after his dog. I think that morning he worked in the yard for at least an hour, picking up dog excrement with infinite concentration and throwing it in the trash. Afterwards, he went out into the street and continued his work, until it seemed that the entire common lawn was completely clean, and only then did he return to his house and I never saw him again.

I took the branch home with me, and as I sat by the window and watched the neighbor collect poop, I wondered if this was possible or if I had completely lost my sanity. Of course I had to be sure, so as soon as I saw the postman pass in front of the house, I jumped out and scared him to the core. I built up courage and politely, awkwardly, asked him to stand on one leg. In retrospect, it was a mistake, because the unfortunate 70-year-old mailman almost fell trying to do as I said, and I already understood what I had already understood, in fact, that morning. Then I called my best friend.

And now, at her house, I'm sitting on her bed and her husband is standing in front of me, looking at me intently. waiting.

I have no idea where I get the audacity from, but there is no doubt that blood is not flowing to my brain right now, only lower, much lower. I approach him, clinging to his body which I have longed for so long, smelling his scent that always drove me crazy. I can't believe I'm here, touching him, sparks fly from him with every touch of my hands, currents of pleasure. I whisper in his ear to kiss my neck, and he obeys. I don't need much, after all when I knocked on his door I was already wet. I don't know how much time we have, and I'm not very good at delaying gratification either, so I strip him. Fast, no games.

I hold his cock in my hand. It's soft but we'll work on it. Bending on my knees, one hand holding his penis and the other a branch, and I taste it for the first time. His skin is smooth and warm, his cock feels good in my mouth, and I suck it eagerly, feeling it getting fuller, getting bigger and filling me.

I approach the bed and call him to come, he obeys. Bends down on all fours and asks him to fuck me, now, without waiting any longer. I waited so long. He comes from behind and without hesitation inserts his cock into me. This is probably the best feeling in the whole world, all the fireworks, electric shocks, chills. "Harder", I whisper, and he obeys. Increases the pace more and more. Moans escape from my mouth uncontrollably. I bite my bottom lip until it bleeds. "Don't stop" I beg, and he doesn't stop. I feel it coming, it's getting closer. The climax. It's about to happen, all my muscles are tensed, my eyes are tightly closed, my mind is completely empty of thoughts. Just a feeling of pure pleasure, just a little more... I'm just before the explosion, all of me focused on the feeling, on the peak that I'm so close to... But then he stops. Just stops, all at once. "Go on," I say, but nothing happens. I open my eyes and look back. He stands there and looks back at me, his eyes a mixture of confusion and terror. The branch! I realize that I dropped it from my hand without noticing, and now it is thrown at the foot of the bed. I try to get to it as quickly as possible, to fix this situation I've gotten myself into, but he grabs it first, looks at it curiously. "Give it to me", I shout. It's not fun anymore. My body has not yet relaxed from the endorphins and now it is filled with adrenaline. I'm panicking, trying to grab the branch from his hand, but he's taller than me.

He comes to his senses. "Stop", he says. His words echo inside my head, my vision blurs. I stop immediately. "What the hell is going on here", he grabs his head in his hands, still naked, still looking at me. "Are you gonna tell me what's going on here??", his voice rises to a shout. So I tell him. I tell him everything. I tell him everything I felt before the branch, and then I tell him about the branch, the neighbor, and the postman. I tell him about the phone call to his wife, then I tell him about himself. and for what he did. And as I progress with the story, his mouth opens more and I can see his pupils dilate.

He sits on the bed, his head in his hands. Absolute silence prevails in the room. I'm shivering, both from the cold and not from the cold. I don't know what will happen now, but the branch is in his hand and I am still naked, on his and his wife's bed. in their home.

After what feels like an eternity, he stands, not looking at me.

"Get out of bed", he says. I'm getting off. Standing in front of him. He still doesn't look at me.

"On your knees", his voice is ice cold. I do as he says. Will he hit me? Will he kill me? Maybe call the police? Or to his wife and they will both stand there and look at me with hatred.

He approaches me, slowly raises his head and looks at me. There was a new spark in his eyes that I hadn't seen there before. He grabs his cock with one hand and puts it in my mouth. I'm shocked. I don't know what's going on, but I can't resist. Then he starts moving back and forth, pushing his cock in and pulling it out of my mouth with increasing speed. My jaw hurts and I'm really trying not to throw up as it goes on and on. Until he finishes. In my mouth.

I fill up with a salty liquid and my nausea only gets worse.

He bends down to me and whispers in my ear, "Do you think you can play me like that?", his words are harsh, but he doesn't sound angry. He sounded almost… amused?

"You were a bad girl today, and you need to be punished", he continues, I can hear his smile in his voice. "I still haven't decided exactly what to do with you, I have a few ideas. But for now I'll leave the branch with me, and you can go home. But you will still run into me... soon... and in the meantime. Swallow it".

And I swallow.