2 comments/ 18686 views/ 1 favorites My Affliction By: WestCoast22 My name is Jack Wilson. I am 22 years old, and my favorite thing to do is watch women. You might be thinking, " well naturally a 22 year old man likes to watch women." If you are, I can guarantee you are right. I don't enjoy watching women like most normal men do, though. I look past outward appearances, and deep into the souls of women my mind directs me to. To help you understand this affliction let me give you a brief history of myself. Since my childhood had nothing to do with the evolution of my affliction, I shall start with my adolescent years. Freshman year in high school was to be the worst social year of my life. I accepted this fate long before leaving eighth grade, and vowed to make the best of this infamous year. My plan was to maintain excellent academic standing, and to be no more noticeable than a fly on the wall. My plan worked perfectly until the fourth quarter, when my affliction decided to start activating in the back of my brain. I didn't even consciously know this idea existed, or that it had been growing and settling itself into my brain. The only thing I knew was that, besides my academics, I spent all my time thinking about women, watching their every move. My mind seemed to take control and I couldn't stop the collection of images and mental notes about the female population. Physical attraction rated low on my minds priority of traits. Instead it focused on the actions, words, and even subtle insinuations of the young women around me. To sum it up, I started envying women and their ability to get what they wanted. I loathed the way they spent hours on themselves every morning, only to tease the horny young men, making every one of them believe they had a shot of sinking their cock into a hot wet pussy. Throughout my four years of high school, I became more enslaved to my mind, and to finding ways to get back at girls who dared attempt their teasing prowess on me. By my senior year, I was a young stud, to say the least. My eighteen year old 6' frame was solid muscle from private workouts in my room since the beginning of sophomore year. My taut skin was bronze from sunny days at the park or pool, observing women. My piercing blue eyes surrounded by a mass of eyelashes were always hidden beneath my tousled, shoulder length brown hair. The fact I had no friends or an obvious desire to chase after girls gave me the mysterious aura I wanted. I was the most sought after male in my entire school. Granted, the fact I never showed any interest in requiting females' come-ons sparked rumors of homosexuality, but I didn't give a rats ass what anybody thought of me. I was content hiding behind my shaggy bangs as chicks flirted and attempted to spark my lust, scheming a plan to put them in their place. I spent almost every night running ideas through my mind, stimulating my cock to attention. Hours of just thinking, plotting the sluts' day of reckoning. It had to be perfect, I wanted that day to be the day I completely emptied my balls of their warm, thick goo all over those women. I never rubbed myself, I forced myself not to. Instead, I laid under a single silk sheet, naked, directing a porn flick in my head while softly humping the sheet. This way, I would find out what got me off the most. My visions ranged from bondage to me raping the women that used their body to get somewhere in life that I loathed so deeply. One night during the last week of school gave me the first bona fide goal I had ever had in life. Instead of running through the same old scenes I usually concocted during my sessions, I decided to let my mind make images on its own free will. I hoped that would allow my mind to reached beyond my conscience and pull up my deepest erotic desires. That night I rushed home from school and stripped the second I hit the door. I ran through my small trailer and took a quick shower, taking the time to shave my pubic stubble. Running my fingers over my pelvis and balls, I uttered a satisfied grunt and turned the faucet off. After drying my body, I made my way into my bedroom and closed the blinds. I then threw off the comforter and slid into the smooth, soft cocoon I loved. As images of frightened, naked, sluts-all between the ages of 20 and 22- handcuffed in a row passed through my mind, my cock popped up and connected with the silk. As the soft smooth fabric molded itself to the large bulge, I felt an intense throbbing start at the base of my shaft and ripple through eight inches of rock hard dick. I went into a daydream, so real I could almost hear the muffled sobs coming from the mouths behind the three gags. As I imagined myself walking up to them, my mind created the eerily erotic image of three sets of hazel eyes, tears of fright quickly running mascara in black streaks down flawless ivory cheeks. Each of the three womens' hands were handcuffed to the wall, in such a way that their arms were stretched above their pretty blonde heads in a wide V, and low enough to where they were forced to kneel. Two of the ladies were well toned and skinny, perfect model material. They each had B cup breasts, which were perky and firm. The other had a slightly larger build, with full C cups bobbing slightly with her frightened breaths. I couldn't help but notice every nipple in front of me was standing erect, yet it wasn't the slightest bit cold in the room. This caused the me in the image to smile, while I started slowly thrusting my hips up and down, letting my cock feel what I was seeing through the slight sensual friction created by the silk. As the daydream kept playing out in my mind, I watched myself walk up to the first girl and bend down to look in her eyes. She attempted to speak, but the effort was futile against the satin gag filling her mouth; her naughty, dirty mouth from which lies flew out to trick men into doing her bidding, thinking they were getting something in return. I watched myself scoff at the girl, then lean down and nibble her ear and call her a dirty slut. In response, she strained against the cuffs and moaned slightly as I pulled away. The silk sheet was now hot with more friction as my precum leaked out, soaking the sheet and making it cling tight to my now frantically bobbing cock. As I closed my eyes to begin my daydream again, I decided to skip the name calling process and begin the main act. My mind took over, I was no longer able to direct my thoughts, or control what I would think next. I now saw myself standing in front of the middle girl, slowly unzipping my pants and letting my erection free. The girl's eyes widened slightly, and she started shaking her head. I heard myself in the dream ask her what was wrong with it. Was it too big? She frantically nodded her head and jingled the metal rings keeping her at my waist level. I then asked her why she had never seen such a large dick, after all I had heard her promise men many sexual favors. My mind had me untie the gag, and she coughed as her mouth attempted to generate saliva to moisten itself again. "Those were all lies. I'm still a virgin, I just knew saying those things would make those men do what I wanted," I heard the young woman plead in front of my image. I couldn't take it any longer, I needed to cum, I myself was a prisoner of sorts- a prisoner of my spiteful, perverted mind. I started bucking wildly, hands locked behind my head to tame the searing desire to grasp my dick and squeeze it so I could shoot my semen all over. I was so horny that I could feel precum flinging off my cockhead onto the sheet, my stomach, and my balls. My entire body was drenched in sweat as I fucked the sheet, willing my mind to play the scene I desired that would send me over the edge. I closed my eyes tight, continuing my rapid humping of the sheet. I was now rubbing my dick over the girls full, luscious lips, demanding her to open them. When she refused, I smacked her hard on her cheek with my shaft, reveling in the pleasure the sudden impact created. As I viewed this, my real cock experienced a quick bolt of intense pleasure simultaneously. I moaned a loud, guttural sound and started slamming my ass off the mattress, humping my slick swollen head across the drenched sheet. In my daydream, the bitch had submitted to the slap, and opened her lips slightly. I watched myself grab her hair and slide my shaft down her throat without hesitation. She immediately started gagging, but I apparently didn't care. I mentally zoomed in to watch my massive length pull in and out of her throat. I could hear her throat gargling as it opened and closed to the intruder, but to my surprise, along with the image of mine's surprise, she started moaning. I zoomed out a bit and fell flat on the bed, ferociously thrusting my pulsating member against the sheet as I lowered my gaze to see the girl smacking her clit quickly with the palm of her hand. The slut was actually enjoying it! My real cock felt the vibrations from the dream girls throat, and the combination of that and watching her smack her hardened clit did the trick. I pulled back the sheet and watched my cock erupt; the thick goo spurted out two feet in the air in strands. As every strand fell onto my stomach, it set off another charge from my balls, launching up my shaft and into the air as my entire body shook in an ecstatic orgasm. Finally, the spurts died down to a trickle of hot sperm down my length, as it spasm and twitched while slowly softening. I laid back, utterly exhausted and spent, as a realization dawned on me. I wanted these bitches to like what I did to them. The past four years I had assumed I wanted to completely humiliate and break them for all their teasing and conniving. My mind had finally allowed me to see my deepest, darkest fantasy I had been planning for- I wanted to take these innocent young women and do to them what they had mindlessly promised many men before. On top of that, I wanted them to eventually succumb to my pleasuring and the true sluts they really were. It was now time to pick my subjects and prepare!