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Chapter 34: Climbing the ladder
"So yeah as I said my role as your Keeper is to ensure that any hubris person at our university or this town, or anyone I meet for that matter is dealt appropriate justice. The problem is that there is one of me and 1000 of hubris people at this school alone.
Yeah, so that's where I need you all to come in. I need you all to be my eyes and ears, my voice, and for some of you I need you to be my hand of justice." I explained
"What are you about to do?" Charlie questioned.
"Don't worry I've got a plan," I suggested.
"Um I'm not so certain of that," Charlie doubted me.
"Don't you have something you can do to go get ready? Some items we will need to rescue Riley?" I asked trying to get Charlie out of my hair.
"You're trying to get rid of me?" He asked
"No not get rid of you, but you are gonna cramp my style, I can already tell you are way more conservative than I am."
"Well there is another person I need to go recruit from one of the other houses, and well let's just say he is a bit more difficult than you." Charlie offered.
"Great, go get him, I just need to take care of this group here and then figure out where Daemon has gone off to." I thought out loud.
Charlie thought about my idea and wanted to protest.
"I mean I'm sure you will be able to find me when you are ready." I shared.
"Um sure, I can find you when ever you need me, just call out my name and I'll find you." He said warming to the idea.
“Ok then go get this mystery guy, and I will shout out your name as soon as I need you.” I hurried him along.
“Yeah, yeah ok, but don’t take all day. I want to be off and headed to go get Riley by the break of day tomorrow morning.” Charlie pressured.
I stopped to think. Break of dawn would mean that I am taking my time from about 40 hours left to fix my mistake down to about 11 hours to go. There were so many factors that needed to be considered. Getting the army together, finding Daemon, getting him to trust me, figuring out how to balance the scales, and then getting on the road. Was there enough time. What would I even need to do to get ready to rescue someone from someone with the same powers as Charlie? I wondered to myself. I started to panic. What the hell am I doing? How was I ever going to be any help for Charlie? My self-confidence was waiving and I wasn’t sure if I was going to even have powers much less know how to use them.
“OK?” Charlie asked again making sure I understood how time constrained he felt.
“Stop pressuring me,” I snapped at him. “I am not even sure how to use these powers much less how to keep them.” I said whispering at him hoping none of the brothers would hear me discuss my possible loss of power over them.
“Seriously, fucker I need your help and I don’t really have time for this shit. I need you to figure your shit out and help me rescue a guys life!” Charlie shouted desperately.
“It is that or I can turn your army hear into a daycare center full of two year olds. Will that properly motivate you?” He threatened, as his worry for his boyfriend was clearly mounting.
“Just take one step at a time, one step at a time,” I kept repeating to myself.
“Shall I start with anyone particular?” He said threatening in the direction of Andy the chapter president.
“Chill the fuck out, I will be ready before the crack of dawn.” I assured Charlie and myself at the same time.
Charlie lingered, staring me down trying to read my mind to determine why I had been frozen in thoughts for a second.
“What?” I said in my best angsty teen voice.
“Fine, I will go, just make sure you call my name as soon as…”
I interrupted him.
“Yes fine go…I will call you as soon as I am ready to go not a second late. Now go.”
At that Charlie snapped his finger and disappeared like he was a character on some sixties sitcom about witches and ad execs.
“Whoa!” came the surprise of the brothers that I had almost forgot were watching Charlie and I bicker back and forth.
“Oh, um sorry.” I apologized to the brothers who looked like children seeing their parents fight.
“Just forget about that. He is stressed out about his boyfriend being kidnapped, is all. He isn’t going to turn any of you into 2 year olds. If anyone is going to turn you into toddlers it would be me, and so far none of you, well most of you are on my good side.” I said staring at Roger as I mentioned most were on my good side.
“What do you need us to do to help?” Jeff asked, getting me back on track.
“Oh yes...well I figure that with 1000s of cases of hubris people around, I am going to need a group of people to be my assistants. I am going to need a group of people that can identify, diagnose, and resolve issues where people are being stepped on, beat up, picked on, abused, or otherwise treated like dirt. I am going to need people to see guys and girls who are exhibiting way too much pride in themselves for their own good. What is going to be difficult is that many of you in this room have exhibited many of these same traits yourselves.”
“So you are saying that you are going to give us powers over people?” Brett asked.
“Well certainly not all of you.” I answered back.
“Which of us are which?” Andy asked wondering aloud.
“Exactly what I have been wondering myself,” I responded. “What I need is a weeding out process to decide which of you gets powers and which of you doesn’t.”
“I tell you what, lets do this like a class. Lets see how each of you would react to a particular situation.
I tried to decide a good situational story and realized that my old life with Daemon was full of them.
“Oh here you go, you guys listen to this story and then write down your names, and how you would have gone about solving this situation had you walked in on it, and had my powers.” I said setting up a story from my life as if it was a case study.
“So there once were two teenager’s that went to school together. The first guy was shy, not at all athletic, kind of a loaner, but always willing to go out of his way for anyone that needed him. This first guy was physically pretty weak; sexually not very experienced, and well lets just say he wasn’t very well endowed. The second guy was his exact opposite. He was the most popular guy in school, he was very athletic, muscular, a man’s man with a giant trouser snake to boot.
Well so both guys find themselves out of school on summer vacation, and by sheer coincidence happen to be at the public pool at their town’s recreation park on the same day. Both guys are in the locker room changing and the first guy casually notices the body of the second one. The first guy having struggled with his sexuality for years tries very hard not to look over at the second one, but finds himself admiring both the muscles and the giant cock of the second guy. The first guy isn’t sure if it is a sexual attraction or if instead he is simply attracted to the masculinity of the second guy, a masculinity that he longs for, but believes is completely out of his reach.
The second guy notices that the first guy is staring at him, and begins to strut around the changing room like a vain peacock. He removes his underwear in slow motion; he takes double as long to put on his speedo, he walks around the locker room looking for some imaginary item that he ‘misplaced’ only to ensure that his giant flesh pendulum swings back and forth hitting his knees. All the while this second guy checks to ensure that he is angled in a way that ensures the first guy is getting a show. The second guy ensures that the first guy is checking out his every move.
All of this occurs like some game that both guys are playing, when bam the rules to the game change instantly once two of the hung guys friends join him in the locker room. Then the hung guy begins to snicker and whisper about the first guy. He not so quietly tells his friends that the ‘little fag has been checking me out the whole time.’ The hung guy and his friends shoot menacing looks and take an aggressive posture toward the first guy.
The first guy hurries to change and slips out of the locker room and heads out to the pool as he hears laughter at what he can only imagine is his own expense.
Thirty minutes go by and the first guy does everything in his power to avoid direct contact with the second guy, but the second guy wanders by and adjusts himself in front of the first guy. Comes up out of the pool in front of the first guy, showers off in the first guy’s line of sight. Basically he spends the next half hour teasing the small dicked guy with his huge bulge.
Then after about 45 minutes of being at the pool the first guy begins to climb the ladder of the diving board only to be grabbed by the second guy and his two friends and pantsed and then lifted up in the air so that the guys were able to take the first guys bathing suit off his body and run to the other side of the pool shouting look over there as they ran.
Now standing at the side of the pool with only his hands to cover his dick the first boy is humiliated as he tries to quickly get from the diving board to the locker room, while having multiple classmates, soccer moms, and town’s members smirk or out right laugh at his misfortune.
Once in the locker room, he is met by the second guy and his two friends who throw his bathing suit at him and threaten that if he ever look at any of their dicks again that it will be the last thing that the fag will ever see or do again.”
I was nearly shaking as I finished describing the summer of my sophomore to junior year. An experience with Daemon that I will likely never forget as it solidified the town’s realization that I was a tiny dicked freak.
"So yeah as I said my role as your Keeper is to ensure that any hubris person at our university or this town, or anyone I meet for that matter is dealt appropriate justice. The problem is that there is one of me and 1000 of hubris people at this school alone.
Yeah, so that's where I need you all to come in. I need you all to be my eyes and ears, my voice, and for some of you I need you to be my hand of justice." I explained
"What are you about to do?" Charlie questioned.
"Don't worry I've got a plan," I suggested.
"Um I'm not so certain of that," Charlie doubted me.
"Don't you have something you can do to go get ready? Some items we will need to rescue Riley?" I asked trying to get Charlie out of my hair.
"You're trying to get rid of me?" He asked
"No not get rid of you, but you are gonna cramp my style, I can already tell you are way more conservative than I am."
"Well there is another person I need to go recruit from one of the other houses, and well let's just say he is a bit more difficult than you." Charlie offered.
"Great, go get him, I just need to take care of this group here and then figure out where Daemon has gone off to." I thought out loud.
Charlie thought about my idea and wanted to protest.
"I mean I'm sure you will be able to find me when you are ready." I shared.
"Um sure, I can find you when ever you need me, just call out my name and I'll find you." He said warming to the idea.
“Ok then go get this mystery guy, and I will shout out your name as soon as I need you.” I hurried him along.
“Yeah, yeah ok, but don’t take all day. I want to be off and headed to go get Riley by the break of day tomorrow morning.” Charlie pressured.
I stopped to think. Break of dawn would mean that I am taking my time from about 40 hours left to fix my mistake down to about 11 hours to go. There were so many factors that needed to be considered. Getting the army together, finding Daemon, getting him to trust me, figuring out how to balance the scales, and then getting on the road. Was there enough time. What would I even need to do to get ready to rescue someone from someone with the same powers as Charlie? I wondered to myself. I started to panic. What the hell am I doing? How was I ever going to be any help for Charlie? My self-confidence was waiving and I wasn’t sure if I was going to even have powers much less know how to use them.
“OK?” Charlie asked again making sure I understood how time constrained he felt.
“Stop pressuring me,” I snapped at him. “I am not even sure how to use these powers much less how to keep them.” I said whispering at him hoping none of the brothers would hear me discuss my possible loss of power over them.
“Seriously, fucker I need your help and I don’t really have time for this shit. I need you to figure your shit out and help me rescue a guys life!” Charlie shouted desperately.
“It is that or I can turn your army hear into a daycare center full of two year olds. Will that properly motivate you?” He threatened, as his worry for his boyfriend was clearly mounting.
“Just take one step at a time, one step at a time,” I kept repeating to myself.
“Shall I start with anyone particular?” He said threatening in the direction of Andy the chapter president.
“Chill the fuck out, I will be ready before the crack of dawn.” I assured Charlie and myself at the same time.
Charlie lingered, staring me down trying to read my mind to determine why I had been frozen in thoughts for a second.
“What?” I said in my best angsty teen voice.
“Fine, I will go, just make sure you call my name as soon as…”
I interrupted him.
“Yes fine go…I will call you as soon as I am ready to go not a second late. Now go.”
At that Charlie snapped his finger and disappeared like he was a character on some sixties sitcom about witches and ad execs.
“Whoa!” came the surprise of the brothers that I had almost forgot were watching Charlie and I bicker back and forth.
“Oh, um sorry.” I apologized to the brothers who looked like children seeing their parents fight.
“Just forget about that. He is stressed out about his boyfriend being kidnapped, is all. He isn’t going to turn any of you into 2 year olds. If anyone is going to turn you into toddlers it would be me, and so far none of you, well most of you are on my good side.” I said staring at Roger as I mentioned most were on my good side.
“What do you need us to do to help?” Jeff asked, getting me back on track.
“Oh yes...well I figure that with 1000s of cases of hubris people around, I am going to need a group of people to be my assistants. I am going to need a group of people that can identify, diagnose, and resolve issues where people are being stepped on, beat up, picked on, abused, or otherwise treated like dirt. I am going to need people to see guys and girls who are exhibiting way too much pride in themselves for their own good. What is going to be difficult is that many of you in this room have exhibited many of these same traits yourselves.”
“So you are saying that you are going to give us powers over people?” Brett asked.
“Well certainly not all of you.” I answered back.
“Which of us are which?” Andy asked wondering aloud.
“Exactly what I have been wondering myself,” I responded. “What I need is a weeding out process to decide which of you gets powers and which of you doesn’t.”
“I tell you what, lets do this like a class. Lets see how each of you would react to a particular situation.
I tried to decide a good situational story and realized that my old life with Daemon was full of them.
“Oh here you go, you guys listen to this story and then write down your names, and how you would have gone about solving this situation had you walked in on it, and had my powers.” I said setting up a story from my life as if it was a case study.
“So there once were two teenager’s that went to school together. The first guy was shy, not at all athletic, kind of a loaner, but always willing to go out of his way for anyone that needed him. This first guy was physically pretty weak; sexually not very experienced, and well lets just say he wasn’t very well endowed. The second guy was his exact opposite. He was the most popular guy in school, he was very athletic, muscular, a man’s man with a giant trouser snake to boot.
Well so both guys find themselves out of school on summer vacation, and by sheer coincidence happen to be at the public pool at their town’s recreation park on the same day. Both guys are in the locker room changing and the first guy casually notices the body of the second one. The first guy having struggled with his sexuality for years tries very hard not to look over at the second one, but finds himself admiring both the muscles and the giant cock of the second guy. The first guy isn’t sure if it is a sexual attraction or if instead he is simply attracted to the masculinity of the second guy, a masculinity that he longs for, but believes is completely out of his reach.
The second guy notices that the first guy is staring at him, and begins to strut around the changing room like a vain peacock. He removes his underwear in slow motion; he takes double as long to put on his speedo, he walks around the locker room looking for some imaginary item that he ‘misplaced’ only to ensure that his giant flesh pendulum swings back and forth hitting his knees. All the while this second guy checks to ensure that he is angled in a way that ensures the first guy is getting a show. The second guy ensures that the first guy is checking out his every move.
All of this occurs like some game that both guys are playing, when bam the rules to the game change instantly once two of the hung guys friends join him in the locker room. Then the hung guy begins to snicker and whisper about the first guy. He not so quietly tells his friends that the ‘little fag has been checking me out the whole time.’ The hung guy and his friends shoot menacing looks and take an aggressive posture toward the first guy.
The first guy hurries to change and slips out of the locker room and heads out to the pool as he hears laughter at what he can only imagine is his own expense.
Thirty minutes go by and the first guy does everything in his power to avoid direct contact with the second guy, but the second guy wanders by and adjusts himself in front of the first guy. Comes up out of the pool in front of the first guy, showers off in the first guy’s line of sight. Basically he spends the next half hour teasing the small dicked guy with his huge bulge.
Then after about 45 minutes of being at the pool the first guy begins to climb the ladder of the diving board only to be grabbed by the second guy and his two friends and pantsed and then lifted up in the air so that the guys were able to take the first guys bathing suit off his body and run to the other side of the pool shouting look over there as they ran.
Now standing at the side of the pool with only his hands to cover his dick the first boy is humiliated as he tries to quickly get from the diving board to the locker room, while having multiple classmates, soccer moms, and town’s members smirk or out right laugh at his misfortune.
Once in the locker room, he is met by the second guy and his two friends who throw his bathing suit at him and threaten that if he ever look at any of their dicks again that it will be the last thing that the fag will ever see or do again.”
I was nearly shaking as I finished describing the summer of my sophomore to junior year. An experience with Daemon that I will likely never forget as it solidified the town’s realization that I was a tiny dicked freak.