The Power: Volume One
by Nick Storming
Published by: Fractured Press
Cover Art by: Moira Nelligar
Copyright 2019 by Nick Storming
All characters are 18 and older
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Chapter One
Many of you will not believe this tale, but that is expected. Your belief is not necessary. What is necessary though is the peace of mind I receive in writing it. I will go to the beginning, always a good place for a story to start. Not the beginning of my human life, but the beginning of my life as a being of Power.
It all began when I fell deathly ill the evening before my nineteenth birthday. It came over me suddenly during third period. First fever and chills, then my stomach began to roil and finally the muscle aches. It was feeling so bad by lunch that I left school early.
My mom was concerned when she got me home and tried to get me to drink some Gatorade but I ignored her stumbling into my room I threw down my bag and fell onto the bed. Not bothering with the covers, I passed out in a feverish and uneasy sleep. I woke up briefly several times throughout the night. First to my mother’s gentle hands placing a cool cloth on my forehead. Later I woke awash in cold sweats, my muscles wracked with cramps and my head aching with a dull sickening throb. It was the worst night of my life.
The sickness drove me in and out of a deep sleep. While sleeping, I had the same dream, repeated over and over. I found myself sitting cross-legged in a hazy and washed out world that gained definition and focus as the dream repeated. I sat in a circle with men of all ages, and from all ages. A group with representatives from every age of mankind. Surrounding us above and behind were monolithic stones, placed to contain and harness. Contain and harness what exactly I wasn’t sure, but I could sense that this fever dream was in a way truer than my own reality. And that confused me as surely as it must you. Outside the stones was the edge of nothing and the beginning of everything. I was the youngest and the last amongst this brotherhood.
What at first were incoherent mumblings from the blurred men around me, became the words of a primitive language as time seemed to stretch on forever in the dream. As the night wore closer to morning and my fever worsened, my body wracked in pain and alternating hot and cold sweats, the strange language began to make sense to me. Just as dawn broke above the horizon and the moment of my birth passed, the dream came once more but this time in sharp focus.
The man directly to my left, who looked like a typical fifties era businessman, turned to regard me with a sober expression and spoke in a hurried clipped tone.
“The Power is yours now, train it. Grow it strong for the days when you are called forth to act.”
Then the man beside him, who looked like a dapper New Yorker from the roaring twenties spoke. “Gather your harem and gain for yourself an unassailable position. Our ancient Enemy stirs.” The others around the circle nodded.
Far down the line an ancient man with a long gray beard spoke in a reedy voice, “Your days ahead will be filled with wonder and excess, but temperance is needed as well. You must remain vigilant against His agents. Some of us here succumbed to their traps. Entire ages were lost to the Enemies influence.” The old man looked over to a group of bedraggled and threadbare men. They had the hollowed and shadowed eyes of addicts. Weakness and shame painted each of their faces.
At the far end of the circle directly across from me a small black man whose head was covered in thick white dreadlocks spoke in a near whisper. “Seek our counsel during the full moon.” He paused. It seemed to take a lot of energy for him to speak, each word dragged forth from some great distance of time and space. “Three times you may visit this place, then you will be on your own.” Then in a near whisper he said, “Welcome... to the Brotherhood.”
Murmurs of welcome came from the men around the circle. I opened my mouth to speak then, somewhat curious as to why I hadn’t thought to before, but the second I tried the dream evaporated around me like mist.
I awoke to the dawn's light streaming through my blinds, tangled in a sweaty mess of blankets and lying sideways on my mattress. I felt great though, amazingly so. All signs of the illness that had assaulted me the night before were gone. The dream began to fade too, not in the way of most dreams. It didn’t disappear entirely from my mind it floated to the back and submerged beneath a new awareness that had blossomed within my head. I lay still for many minutes trying to sort what exactly it was.
It was there within my mind. Like a muscle, I could feel but had never flexed. Somehow either my fever or the strange dream had made me aware of its existence. Tentatively I stretched it ever so slightly. When I did I felt my awareness… blossom. There is no other way to describe it.
I could sense my mother down stairs like a glowing ball of life, sense the wood in the wall, the nails and glue holding them together. It felt like I should be able to sense the particles within the air itself. My awareness focused on my mom. I could feel her anxiety over my sickness and the mountain of love she felt for my sister and me. There was a vacancy in her emotions too, a black hole that devoured her happiness. I sensed she was fundamentally unfulfilled. My father had run out on us just after I was adopted and she had been alone since. Caring for her children had been more important than finding a lover and she had always felt there was a higher purpose awaiting her. Something she saved her love and intimacy for.
I could read her mind! Not like a book but like one reads the river. Sensing the deeper currents beneath from ripples on the surface. Like a river too, most of her surface thoughts were clear to me but much more was hidden beneath.
I was stunned at this Power; my whole world was turned upside down. I tried to process it all as I lay there in bed. Mentally making a list of questions for the next time I dreamed myself into that strange place. Thinking of those men reminded me of their advice; that I explore and increase my skills with this new power.
Stretching out, I extend my awareness as far as it would go. I could sense the neighbors to either side of our house. I could even just feel those who lived across the street. All those minds, all those individual thoughts invading my mind at once. A wave of vertigo swept through me and at first I thought I was getting sick again. But the truth was it was just my first experience in embracing multiple minds, which is never an easy or pleasant task. I pulled back to just an awareness of my mom, already gaining more control over the Power. Though I had no idea of its true potential.
My mom’s anxiety had spiked within her. She was worried about why I hadn’t gotten up yet. Without knowing what I did, I sent her reassuring thoughts calming her anxiety. Wonder of wonders it worked! Her anxieties eased and she relaxed. Her thoughts drifting in different paths. Not only could I read her mind but I could influence it as well! A whole world of possibilities opened to me. But those plans would have to wait I realized. First things first, I had to eat. I was ravenously hungry.
So, I threw on some flannel pants and headed down stairs. I was still watching my mom’s mind when I entered the kitchen. She was surprised to see me up and healthy. Under her surprise though one of those dark pits in her mind move slightly and I felt her drive it back down with a firm will. Again, I felt that wave of vertigo as I saw myself from her eyes, my vision almost doubling. But this was much easier to control that having so many minds in my head at once. I simply had to exercise some control on how much of her awareness I allowed to intrude upon my own. I liken it to listening to music while you’re thinking of other things. Mom was aware of me though in a way that surprised me. Aware of me in a way that a woman is of a man. Her eyes wanted to linger of my shirtless che
st and shoulders but instead she forced herself to meet my eyes saying, “You’re up! Happy Birthday Sean! I’ve been so worried about you since you came home sick yesterday.”
“Yeah, I guess the fever broke sometime during the night.” I said lamely, moving over to the cupboard to get a bowl for some cereal.
“Don’t worry about that, I am going to fix you some eggs and sausage. You’re the birthday boy after all!” With that she puttered around the kitchen getting breakfast ready. “I cancelled the party for tonight because I thought you would be sick, but your sister is flying down from Seattle for the weekend. She’ll be here tomorrow. So maybe we can plan something for then? I know your aunt is looking forward to coming to visit too.”
“Whatever’s fine. Tomorrow works. I’m still kind of tired so I just want to relax today anyway.” I lied. I just sat at the kitchen table marveling in my new awareness and playing with my power slightly. I desired poached eggs instead of the normal scramble mom usually makes. So, I sent the thought to her. This time trying to pay more attention to how I did it. It seemed to be more a matter of will than anything else, but I was still a fledgling user. Without missing a beat in her chatter, she got a pot of water and started preparing poached eggs. I felt a giddy sensation washed over me and I realized it was joy mingled with just a little apprehension. The power was intoxicating. I pulled back into my own head and the comfort of only having to worry about my own thoughts. That first morning was one stunning realization after another for me.
I was fundamentally changed from the young man I had been the day before. The Power had removed me from my previous benign existence and I saw the world around me with new eyes. As my mom puttered around the kitchen, I looked at her as if for the first time. She is a beautiful woman. No, she is gorgeous. She’s of average height and slim with thick golden hair that hangs down to the middle of her back in loose curls. She usually has it pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face but this morning she had it down. At 41 she still has smooth flawless skin and an angelic face with bright blue eyes that shine when she laughs. Her wide full lipped mouth is ever ready with a beautiful smile too. Though she has always been thin of waist her hips flare out slightly and she has very large heavy breasts. Her breasts cause men and to stare wherever we go. Though she always dressed very conservatively, hiding her large tits underneath sweaters or loose blouses. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a thick robe this morning and I couldn’t help but wonder how great her tits might look if they were free of that robe.
I hadn’t thought about my mom that way since I was very young and just beginning to masturbate. I would take her panties out of the laundry and use them to masturbate with. Then I discovered porn and moved on. I was thinking about her that way now though. How could I have missed how incredibly sexy my mom was until just this moment? What could a little peak hurt though?
I decided to test some of my power out. My horny eighteen year old mind making up all the justifications it needed. I sent a suggestion into my mom’s mind. Then curious I reached out again and reviewed her thoughts. She was still talking, now about her sister Sharon who had just gotten back from a vacation to Hawaii, when she went to the cupboard and pulled out two plates. When she set them down on the table she leaned far over, much farther than she needed to and I got a great view down her robe. I could see the round curves of the insides of her tits and the dark shadow between them. I was staring hungrily when my mom looked up and caught me.
I was reviewing her mind, so I caught her catching me in the act. I was embarrassed and she was instantly annoyed. Or at least she thought she should be annoyed. She tried to project annoyance to herself and outwardly to me as she turned back to the eggs and sausage. But again, I felt that deep part of her mind stir and I could sense her excitement. A low tingle down in her pussy and her nipples become erect against her will. Once again though she drove the thoughts down, only this time I followed. I was forced to exert some fine control and extend a bit more power to see those secret parts of her mind. My full focus was demanded for the task. But what I found there amazed me.
What I saw within my mom’s mind was her most secret fantasies and forbidden desires. I saw stories and videos she had read and watched. They were all a theme. Taboo relationships between a stepmom and her son, even sometimes real mothers. More so than that, they were of mothers who became subservient to their sons. Women who were either blackmailed, coerced or extreme submissive. All of whom found in their son’s a perfect master. My mom had been fantasizing about this for years. I saw in a shame filled place of her mind a picture of me, taken after a water polo game the year before. I was just wearing a speedo and smiling for the camera with my arm around an ex-girlfriend. The picture was folded so the girl was hidden and it sat just beneath a small pink vibrator under a hidden panel in her nightstand. She tried so hard to ignore these thoughts. But often she would wake in the middle of the night restless and feeling a great emptiness inside. She would fantasize about me and play with herself, and for those few minutes feel complete. There was more at work here than met the eye I could sense. A thread of the power had been at work on her, preparing her for my eventual need. This I didn’t find out for a long time.
Years of this had apparently gone on where she was racked with secret guilt and shame. She had finally convinced herself about a year before that it was just a fantasy and nothing more. Still though she tried to stay away from the thoughts as much as possible because the urges were so powerful.
I was concentrating so hard that I had completely ignored what my mom had been saying. The world snapped back into focus when she waved her hand right in front of my face. I broke off from her mind, exiting my trancelike state.
“Hello in there! Honey are you sure you’re OK?” She asked with concern in her voice as she reached up and placed the back of her hand on my forehead.
“Yea sorry mom I was just daydreaming is all.” I said while looking down and noticing the breakfast laid before me.
“Well you don’t feel hot. I guess you... Oh my!” The shock in her voice caused me to look up. She was staring down at my crotch. My dick was hard as a rock and pointing straight up! My flannel pants were tented by a dick many inches bigger than the one I remember going to sleep with the night before. The hot and taboo thoughts in my mom’s mind had made me incredibly horny. That realization came just on the heels of a powerful throbbing of my Power. I felt the Power become uncontrollable as my lust grew. It was a strange sensation but much like a muscle under too much strain it began to fluctuate wildly. Spasming out and in. I sensed the neighbor’s minds and even delved deeply into Mr. Reynolds head, reviewing his idyllic childhood even though I had no desire to. I tried to calm myself down but I was inside my mom’s head too and she was staring at my crotch, with thoughts of my dick and all the things she dreamed about doing with it filling her mind. The combination of wild fluctuations, multiple minds and my own wild desires were causing me a great deal of pain. I didn’t know how to control it all. The power was getting away from me.
“Oh God!” I said loudly, when a spike of Power stabbed through my brain.
“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” Said mom when she saw the look of pain on my face. “What’s going on with you?” She pulled my head to her chest cradling me like she had when I was younger. She was leaning down to hold me and her robe was already loose. One of her breasts nearly came out. The huge mound of flesh hanging down just inches from my face. The pain redoubled.
“I’m sorry mom.” I heard myself saying in a croaking voice, “You are just so beautiful that sometimes I can’t take it.”
“What’s that?” She asked. Pulling back slightly she looked down on me with a slight smile marrying the look of concern on her face.
“I don’t know.” I said in all honesty. “I just... I just need... It’s just I’m still trying to deal with...something.” My needs were powerful and the pain climbed while they went unmet.
“Hush,” She said as she stroked my ha
ir back from my forehead. “Mommy knows what you need. I will take care of you.” I was aware of her thoughts as she said this, she was thinking ‘Oh my god Rebecca! You are going to do it! Why now of all times?! Because he needs this. I can tell, look at that thing. Why do I know, that without this relief, his life could be in danger?’
To this day, I don’t know if what happened was because I somehow used my Powers influence to guide my mom to the decision, or whether she came to it on her own. She says she would have done it one way or the other eventually and looking deep into her mind I must agree.
My power still fluctuated wildly, there was now the snap of metal bending slightly from within drawers and small plumes of smoke erupting from thin air around the room. I had a sharp migraine and a throbbing in my loins that was reaching dangerous levels. So, it was with blurry vision that I saw my mother kneel before me. There was a hungry look in her eyes as she reached up with tentative hands and slipped her fingers into the waistband of my pants. She looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“You need this Sean. Don’t ask me why I know, but I do. And if you don’t get relieved now whatever is going on could kill you.” I wasn’t certain that was the truth. At that moment though I wasn’t sure of anything except the pain was becoming unbearable in my head and I feared hurting someone by the wild fluctuations. I heard my mom muttering under her breath, “Dear god forgive me I need this too.”
Then she pulled down the top of my pants dragging them quickly under my butt and down around my ankles. My dick stood up big and hard before her face. It was much bigger than it had been when I went to sleep the night before. I was always average size but now I was a good 10 inches and thick around. My mom made a small sound in the back of her throat, almost a grunt or a groan when she saw my dick for the first time. Then reaching out almost in prayer she grasped the shaft in two hands. At the first contact of her cold hands I felt almost instant relief from the Power. It settled down right away and the pleasure of her hands washed over me.
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