The ethics of timestopping
I told you about Old Bill. That was something I had done just so well. I had most certainly enjoyed the sex with Sara, the girl who had been so unkind to Bill - a whole three weeks before I had released her to have her second weekend with him. I had certainly got something out of it - and you know what - but it had undoubtedly made such a difference to Bill. It had been so much more important to him. It was a much chirpier Old Bill I had met at his door after his second weekend; a man seemingly recovered from the shock and upset of his dismissal. For me I had the feeling of something done well, as if at last I had been able to use my special powers for good after the first ridiculous attempts at being the super hero.
What a difference a few months make. I had, back then, been elated at my success, so pleased with myself, but now, what with losing the friendship of Cindy and Carson to say nothing of Dharini, Amanda and Emily, my life seemed to be falling apart. And the boss was not happy with me. Was that something to do with Sara? Had she been subtle enough for me not to realise she was getting her own back or was my obsession with sex interfering with my performance (at work!)?
Head in my hands on that lonely heath I could look back and see myself changing from that original flash of lightning and my early plans to use my power for noble deeds into something else, something quite different. It had all been such a transformation; the changing of Power Man of Time into something very different.
No longer the selfless super hero: though, let us be fair about that - super-heroing had not worked at all - but a change into a particularly foolish and self-orientated man. I liked sex, I liked seeing naked women, I liked women and I had the power to enjoy women when I pleased. The temptation had simply been too great, the potential pleasure too substantial to ignore. Those first few explorations had left me hungry for more. I had not needed a costume, a super-heroing costume: indeed any sort of costume at all was rather a hindrance really.
I could see, sitting on that bench, it had to stop - or at least change. I had been doing worse and worse things. Thinking worse and worse things. This was not really like me. I had always seen myself as rather an ethical person but ethics seemed to have gone right out of the window - along with time. I knew I had to draw back and set myself boundaries. I was enjoying myself too much to simply stop. I was hardly going to stop enjoying the out of time sex. There seemed, though, no super hero role for Temporal Man of Power. No, he was gone (and his silly costume) but I would not let myself be totally unrestrained; I did not like what I had become - or, at least, was becoming.
There was just such an ethical dilemma or dilemmas in what I could do. We have our code of ethics from upbringing and from our own thoughts of what is right and wrong. I had struggled with my own but had rather succumbed to doing just what I wanted. And my thoughts had been getting worse - taking me into darker places and ideas. But, it was clear to me I did not really like hurting or upsetting people - well, unless they had hurt or upset me. I did not in my heart like that at all.
I thought back over my exploits as I sat cold and miserable on that bench, the very naughty but so erotic and so fun things I had done, but particularly to those where I had not been circumspect, had upset people and had risked discovery. I thought back about what I had done.
•The girls I had moved to the men's showers just as a prank and then, belatedly, realised just how terrified they were at the prospect, with twenty naked men around them, of having five erections each thrust into them and deposits made. I had, at least, been aware then that I had overdone things and had stopped the prank and put the girls back safely in their own showers. But would I have done that more recently? Would I simply have just enjoyed the sight of so many different shapes and sizes of erection plugging the chosen girls notwithstanding their tears and protests. I might even have joined in. Ha! There was no 'might' about it. With twenty excited indeed rampant men in the showers, all desperate to fuck the girls, would they have noticed an interloping male - as erect as they?
•I had been good, in a way after that for a time; had not played pranks really on Dharini, Amanda or Emily then - well, not as they knew anyway. Even Dharini with her mouthful of salty, creamy banana in the office had been delightfully oblivious!
•But then there was the party where I had exposed Mike to everyone. Perhaps they thought he had just run in like that rather than simply appeared - the befuddlement of wine and beer perhaps. But he had known he had been suddenly transported from the filing room. I had not exactly been subtle. And certainly I had not been subtle when I had stuffed ginger up his arse and fucked his girl whilst he watched. He had known about that all right! That, though, had been the intention. And it had worked - he left me well alone afterwards.
•Up on the Downs walking I had been none too careful with the walkers particularly Nathan and Di but they had all rather deserved what they got, I still thought. But later, I had done rather more in the house. It had been a hoot to mix them up but there was no way the events would have appeared accidental to them - not least because I had exposed myself to Nathan and Emma whilst in her mouth. They had discussed my 'magic,' yes indeed, knew I was not 'normal.' Was I wise to let that happen? And then there was the later public deflowering of Emma - something she had not wanted at all - and her virginal little snatch then being filled by not one but four men. Not just one but four all in a single evening! All just a little bad really.
•Then there was me, probably, being the cause of Jennie and Johnnie breaking up. Well, Jennie had not really been very nice to him... Perhaps I should see that as good work really.
•But then I had revealed myself to Emily - yes, she bottom fucking me and me her. That had changed the dynamics in the office with her. And now my relations with her were soured. She had not liked the way I had upset Dharini and Amanda. It had all been a bit too close to home with her. And then there was the upset - no fear - I had caused with Karen when I had joined the girls with the unexpected green dildo. Emily had been cross - very cross with me. And should I have revealed myself to her so much - fun though it had been? I really should not have let her know so much about me.
•And then there was Jayne Crawshaw and my unusual way of upsetting her talk. Again a little close to home but she had no way of accounting for the swimming costume being left in the changing rooms. Still I had certainly upset her big time. Or did she perhaps, now and then, in the privacy of her own bed remember when she had wanked three men in the steam room to conclusion and found herself becoming all wet?
•Close to home, once more, with my fucking Amanda in the arse in the office; was painting nipples green really such a good idea - OK at least it was not turquoise. It had led to more. More foolish pranks with her which had so upset her.
•Then there was that jogger I had forced to fellate me. That had really been out and out coercion. What if she saw me again? I had hardly been discrete that day and there had been no reason for me to be nasty to her. Just a whim. A casual self centred whim.
•The girls on the bus had just been a giggle and no doubt a nice surprise for the old man but I had really upset Carly, my mannequin girl, I could not but think she would see the flat differently now. Being always worried the poltergeist or ghost was around and watching her. Waiting for its chance to inseminate. Was that really fair? And I had been worse still when I had spoiled she and her boyfriend's little games and their 'jewellery.' I had got rather carried away. Perhaps because I did not like the piercings really but... it had been rather awful for them.
