My Encounter with Jonathan C.

I'm not a bad guy, but... some revenges have to be carried out. Before I recount the atrocities I committed, I must give my justifications.

It all started at my workplace. I was just another office worker, trying to earn a living with the sweat of my brow. And then... that damn Arnold... that piece of trash... that son of a bitch... he got me fired, just to laugh about it.

What did that bastard Arnold do? Well, while I was out eating, he snuck onto my computer and sent gay pornography to all my coworkers from my email. Then, when I tried to say it wasn't me, no one believed me. It didn't matter that I was always serious and responsible at the office. And I know why! My work was making him look bad, overshadowing him. He himself told me, with a diabolical ear-to-ear grin, that it was him. In my rage, I wanted to punch him in the face, but he hit me before my fist could reach him. Then he spat in my face and said, "This is workplace competition! Learn to take a joke, you idiot."

Beaten. Spat on. And the next day, fired. I got home and didn't cry. No. I went to my computer and found out he had a wife and two daughters... and I began to plan my vengeful scheme.

If there's something no one knew about me--no one!--it's my fascination with the occult. It had been purely intellectual. I enjoyed reading about the history of tarot and the biographies of occultists. Things like that. But when I truly dove into studying those subjects, I discovered that real power comes from the hidden faculties of the mind. That's when I discovered the powers of telepathy. And Arnold and his entire family would suffer the consequences.

Beneath my timid, slender office worker facade, the abilities of a great master of mental power had been slowly developing, capable of subjugating the lives of others. And, to the misfortune of that idiot Arnold, I specialized in a very specific form of telepathy: sexual influence. Arnold had mocked me with gay porn--now he'd see the atrocities I, Nicolas Smith, could do to him, and he wouldn't even know it was me!

No... This isn't a story with plot twists, changes, or lessons learned. It will simply be the description of my sexual influence, degenerating and sexually humiliating Arnold's entire family in a filthy and cruel way. And in the end, I'll point out that I come out victorious.

To start, I knew about his family thanks to social media. I created a folder on my laptop where I downloaded most of their family photos. His wife: a blonde, as blonde as him, with the same idiotic smile, only she plays the "I didn't do it" card. And his daughters, two airheaded college-aged girls, very pretty, blonde too, like dolls. Dolls that would become the puppets of my sexual revenge.

It was a cold Holy Week Saturday, when time seemed to move slower, already at night, that I lay in bed and began my revenge. The methodology was simple but effective. Several secret masters of dark magic recommend it. I read it in Jonathan C.'s essay Sexual Direct Power, nearly impossible to find, but I got a PDF copy thanks to a specialist I met on Reddit.

Before anything, as practice, you must sexually fantasize about the person. I started with a photo of the wife. There was one where she was in a bikini, the slut. I masturbated imagining sucking her nipples while violently fingering her. Then I put up a photo of the daughters. The two smug girls were in party dresses, smiling as if everything was perfect for them. I imagined them eagerly sucking me off, both at once. I masturbated so pleasurably thinking about it. And finally, I imagined him turning around, bending over, and me cruelly fucking him in the ass. He moaned with pleasure and pain, like a pig in heat. I imagined it so vividly that I could feel the edges of his anus gripping my shaft. That brought me to ejaculation. A powerful shot of semen. All those fantasies put my mind in the right place. Plus, it was good that I had already ejaculated, because during the application of the technique, I couldn't ejaculate, or the effect would be lost.

Then, now, I would proceed to apply Jonathan C.'s Sexual Direct Power technique. My enemies wouldn't stand a chance against me or my vengeful lust.

The news reached me that the day after I applied this technique, Arnold took his own life by jumping out a window, his wife became a prostitute in a notorious dive brothel, and his daughters went to the United States to become porn actresses. All their prestige and fake status went down the drain... so yes, I think my methodology was effective.

The technique is that simple: first, I lay on my bed. Naked. No clothes. I closed my eyes. I visualized a red energy. Then I imagined flying through that red energy and seeing the stars. Then you visualize the person of your choice. I first chose the wife, whose name I don't know but will call Erica for ease of narration. I visualized her with great intensity, intending for my sexual energy to reach her. Next, I imagined her on her knees, begging Arnold to shove a cucumber up her ass, or she'd kill herself. That's right. You must visualize the person performing the sexuality-related act you desire. Then I imagined the two daughters having lesbian sex and him, full of guilt, crying and agreeing to a threesome with them. Then I imagined him ejaculating inside each of his daughters' vaginas.

And that was it. And as I said, the next day I found out Arnold had taken his life.

Ten years have passed since that event. Now I live in Paris, in a small mansion. My powers of sexual mind control are undeniable. Thanks to them, applied strategically, I devised a series of plans that led me to my current fortune and power.

I don't know if I've forgiven Arnold for what he did to me. After all, he's already dead. But I'll be honest: I don't know what forgiveness is. I was thinking about my lack of understanding of this concept while pouring myself a glass of champagne. There was a party at my house. About 33 people were there.

It was more than a party--it was an orgy. Sex in every room, of every kind.

It was a special day. The anniversary of when I carried out my revenge against Arnold. In fact, last year I slept with his former wife and his daughters. Not at the same time, of course--I'm a decent guy.

I hear the moans and laughter from the party. I step into a private room. I sit in a meditative position. I breathe deeply.

If this were a fictional story, I'd say I had a moment of revelation and forgave. But no. On that anniversary day, I felt satisfied with myself. I'd say I'd judge myself as an excessive sexual deviant. But no. Never before had I felt so in touch with myself.

And it was then, in that meditative position, that I received a telepathic message from Jonathan C. for the first time.

My spirit left my body, and I saw myself in a circular room with stone walls. On the floor, a square black rug. Each of us was seated in a black leather armchair. I was dressed in one of my finest suits, and in front of me was Jonathan C., a man with a wise and serious gaze.

"I've been watching you."

"Are you Jonathan C.?"

"I can observe anyone who uses my techniques."

"But I thought it was the power of my own brain."

"It is. But it's the power of the brain to tune into the sexual frequency of the cosmos. And that's where I reside."

"Who are you?"

"I'm not a 'who' in the traditional sense of the word. Observe," he said.

Jonathan C. raised his hand, and a floating image of the universe, filled with stars and constellations, appeared in the center of the room.

"All of reality is permeated by the sexual frequency, and your revenge and subsequent use of sexual dominance to build your fortune have been through this frequency. In the beginning, a female god and a male god had sex, and from their orgasm, the universe was born. One day, that orgasm will cease, and the universe will disappear. Until, after resting, they copulate again, and a new universe appears."

"Your words shake me, Jonathan C."

"No one has ever mastered my technique so easily. I released it to the world through a text, thinking only the strongest would grasp it. You were one of the few who took an interest, and the only one who mastered it."

"Will I be punished for the abuses I've committed?"

"No. On the contrary, it's all part of the great cosmic expression of the sexual frequency. Arnold will return in a new reincarnation. And you, instead of celebrating your vendettas, I've contacted you to ask you to do something greater."

"What is it?"

"You will make the leaders of the world's major nations, all of them, orgasm simultaneously and desire each other sexually. This will prevent the next world war."

"Who are you, Jonathan C.?"

"Some would call me a demon. Others, an angel. I don't even know myself. I'm not a man. Nor am I from your world. I am only a servant of the great sexual frequency."

I came out of my meditative state. The orgy was still going on.

I left the room and, after having sex for two hours, announced the end of the gathering.

Then, I poured myself a whiskey. Prevent a future world war with the power of sexual control?

And it was then that I didn't forgive, but rather left behind my hatred for Arnold to focus on more important matters.