>This posting contains:
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 1 - Musical Bodies (mff bodyswapping)
Part 2 - Pocket Knives and Pornos (mc mf, mm oral incest)
Part 3 - Best Friends (mc mf)
Part 4 - Enough Love For Everyone (mf)
Part 5 - Doing It For Love (mc mf)
Part 6 - The Quest for Sarah Begins (mc)
Part 7 - Family Matters (no sex)
Part 8 - College Life (mf oral)
Part 9 - All According to Plan (no sex)
Part 10 - Losing Control (mm light rape)
Part 11 - Give Me Some Dirty Sex (mm analingus, anal)
Part 12 - Boy-talk (no sex)
Part 13 - Party Animals and Party Poopers (mf oral)
Part 14 - Joey's Darkest Hour (no sex)
Part 15 - Rat Hunt (mc, mm, mf)
Part 16 - Richardson's Suite (mm)
Part 17 - A Symbol Is Mightier Than a Sword (mc, mm, mf)
Part 18 - A Choice of Families (no sex)
Part 19 - Shit! It's A Connor Family Reunion! (no sex)
>The next posting contains:
Chapter XIV: 11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 1 - Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and the Sight (no sex)
Part 2 - Traveling Companion (mmm)
Part 3 - Symbolic Relations (mm oral)
Part 4 - Our Parents' Wishes (mc, fmf)
Part 5 - Moving In Pains (mmm oral)
Part 6 - Southeast Fringe Benefits (ffm, ff)
Part 7 - Getting Down to Business (mc, mff, mf, ff)
Part 8 - Crash Course Under Fire (mc)
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 1 - Musical Bodies
(mff bodyswapping)
It was him. The man who Tom had met at the police station and had obviously
implanted the fake memory of Sarah's corpse had apparently refined his skill and
had taken up residence at the college Tammy attended. He was a little older,
and I didn't see the girl from Tom's memory anywhere in Tammy's mind, but it was
definitely him.
Holly was almost unreasonable from the way I hadn't given her five more minutes
to pack, and was in a sour mood for a good hour after we left. I wasn't paying
any attention to her because I was concentrating on driving while trying to
sense any attempts to contact Tammy's mind.
But once we were far enough away from Memphis, I relaxed a little and finally
noticed Holly's foul mood sitting right beside me.
"Hey, you're not still mad at me, are you? I didn't have much choice. We had
to get out of there fast."
"Five minutes. That's all it would have taken," she repeated for the hundredth
time.
"I know, and I'm sorry. Look, I'll buy you anything you need until its safe to
go back and get your stuff. But five minutes could have made all the difference.
I even considered leaving Midge and Beany, but I knew you wouldn't leave at all
if they were just left out in the weather like that."
"You're right, I wouldn't have. Will you please tell me what is going on? I
wouldn't have moved an inch without an explanation if I didn't trust you, but
you've pretty much stretched that to its limit."
I explained to Holly what had happened to Joey's dad and a little of how we
uncovered the faked memory. I was trying to work my way up to what Tammy had to
do with it, but she stopped me before I got there.
"You still haven't told me what's wrong with her. Why can't she remember
anything, and why is she acting so strange?"
"Uhm, the guy I was talking about can do what I can do, but he uses it to
implant another personality into every pretty girl he comes across. That
personality takes over when they sleep or when he calls them. They live their
normal everyday life without ever knowing they become his sexual playthings
every night and sometimes part of the day too."
"And.. And Tammy.. She's one of them?" Holly said staring back at her best
friend.
"I'm afraid so. This guy is really good too. I mean I'm not an expert like my
dad, but I couldn't find any trace of that second personality until it had taken
control. And it's like a perverted copy of Tammy. She knows everything the
real Tammy knows, does, and can act just like her. I think she can even alter
the real Tammy's memories just to keep her from catching on. Oh, and Tammy, the
real Tammy I mean, hasn't had sex since Justin dumped her over a year ago."
"You mean all those times she had those guys over.."
"Yeah. That was the other Tammy doing that."
"Shit. Did she even go to church?"
"She went to church, all right. But afterwards this guy called for her and she
went to him. She spent all day doing stuff you don't want to know about, and.."
"And?" she said when I paused to consider whether to tell her the truth yet.
"Shit, Holly. He programmed Tammy to lure you into going with her tomorrow so
he can make you into his toy too. That's why you had to come along."
"Oh.." Holly simply said.
I could feel Holly's mind churning away thinking of all those times where she
had been duped by the fake Tammy. And then she finally let it sink in she could
have easily wound up with the same thing happening to her. And that got her
really thinking.
After several minutes of deep thought, Holly finally sighed and said, "Tim, I
have to know everything he's done to her. What if he already did it to me, and
not just her?"
"I'd know it by now if he had, Holly. Besides I haven't had time to go through
her mind that much, but if he had, don't you think she would have known? I can
check you and her out a little more later, but it really takes a lot of
concentration. I can't afford trying that while I'm driving and keeping my mind
open for his probes. We're just gonna have to wait..."
"What's the matter?" Holly said concerned by my pause.
"Nothing wrong, it's just... my dad sort of does the same thing as this guy
does. I don't though. I mean, I have used my abilities to help make a girl's
mind up, but I've never actually forced anything on anyone like that... What
I'm trying to say is, if it wasn't for Sarah still being missing, I'd... I'd
probably only have made sure you weren't made a slave and let Tammy go on like
she is."
"WHAT! You mean you'd let this creep keep using her like.. like a toy?"
"I know it sounds cruel, but.. Damn it Holly. I can't go around trying to save
every single person who falls under control of a telepath. I just got home from
trying to keep some other people from becoming life time slaves, and I just want
to live in peace. At least he lets them live their normal life too. And I
think he lets them go after he gets tired of them. The best I can do is to not
do it myself and protect the people I care about."
"But Tammy is my best friend."
"I know. And I'm going to help her. But you have to understand that I'm doing
this to find out if Sarah is still alive and what happened to her as much as
doing it for you."
"I don't understand anything," Holly said unhappily. "Do you believe people
have a right to make other people do horrible things against their will?"
"No, but... Look, you still want to find out what he did to her, right?"
"Yes. Even more now than I did before."
"Okay. Well, it would be a lot easier for her to tell us than it would be for
me to fish it out. But in order to do that, I'd have to make her.. our slave
instead of his."
"You can't be serious."
"I'm very serious. The thing is, only the perverted Tammy has access to the
memories we want to hear about, and it would be really easy to just make her our
slave and have her tell us everything we want to know. Actually, that's the
only way I can think of doing it without having to pull over and spend a lot of
time reprogramming her mind."
When Holly didn't say anything, I said, "Well?"
"Well what? Do what you have to do. It's not like I have a choice in the
matter."
"Of course you do. We just don't have very many options to choose from, that's
all."
"Then what choices do we have?"
"Either I turn her into our slave, or we wait until we get to my dad's place and
let him turn her into his."
"Shit. You know what my answer is, so stop playing games," she said crossly.
"Holly. Hey," I said, rubbing her thigh. "I'm sorry for putting you through
all this. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think it was important. I
really won't let anything happen to you or Tammy."
Holly sighed again, then looked over at me and stared for a few moments.
"Can I ask you a question and have you answer it completely honestly?" she
finally said.
"Uhm, yeah."
"Am I nothing more than a good fuck to you?"
Stunned by her statement, I looked over at her probably longer than I should
have while driving, then put the blinker on and pulled onto the shoulder and
stopped.
"Well?" she said, her face and voice not showing even a hint of her distress.
"Of course you're more. I won't say I love you more than anyone else in the
world because that would be a lie. But I do love you Holly Marie Strodmeyer-
Quinn. I'm sorry if you didn't know that already."
"So I'm not just some girl you're toying with before turning me into a fuck
doll," she said with a coldness to her voice.
"No you're not. What do you want me to say, Holly? What are you really asking
me?"
"Am I your slave?"
"No. Never. I'd never do that to you or anyone else without their freely given
permission."
"But you'd do it to Tammy."
"Shit, Holly. Why are you taking it this way? Tammy already is a slave. All I
would be doing is making her our slave and not his. I wouldn't keep her, and I
certainly wouldn't let you keep her either."
"But you wouldn't give her up before fucking her, would you?" Holly said even
colder.
I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I promised you I wouldn't, and I am
not going to break my word."
Without another word, I pulled back onto the highway and sped up to where I was
going as fast as I dared with the trailer. I was angry because it had hurt, and
I didn't slow down for at least a good twenty minutes.
"I'm sorry," Holly said once I had relaxed a little. "All this... Shit, Tim.
It scares me, that's all. I don't want to be anyone's plaything."
"And you won't be. I promise."
Holly unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to kiss my cheek.
"I have a secret to tell you," she said in my right ear.
"Yeah?"
"I love you too, Timothy Brandton. And if I had to be anyone's plaything, I'd
want to be yours."
"Thanks," I said as I got over into the exit lane.
As soon as I stopped at the stop light, I turned my head and gave her a nice
warm kiss, then we both grinned when the car behind us honked from the light
turning green.
"What are we stopping for?" Holly asked after getting back in her seat.
"Food, gas, and I got to take a leak. And then if you're okay with it, I'd
enslave Tammy to us before we get back on the highway."
"Tim, I don't really like the idea of having my best friend being my slave. If
you have to make her yours, I probably could deal with that for a while. But
just don't make her mine too, okay?"
"Yeah. Okay."
After gassing up the car, visiting the john, and filling our guts, I sat in the
back seat with Tammy while Holly drove.
"Shit, Holly. Now I'm not sure if this is such a great idea. She's going to be
very.. insistent about having sex. He's made sex the most important thing in
her life. I can't believe how strong her desire is."
"Well, can't you just fix that?"
"Maybe, but... The more I do now, the more it might make it harder to undo the
rest of her programming later. I haven't had much experience with undoing
hidden personalities. My dad uses them all the time, but we have a kind of
agreement that we don't screw around with the other's business. When I talked
to him before we left, he told me to try and do as little as possible to her
mind after I made her my slave."
"Don't change anything else then. You can put her back to sleep if she gets out
of hand, can't you?"
"Yeah. That's true. Well, here we go then," I said waking her.
"Master.." Tammy said groggily. "What is thy bidding?"
"What's the matter," I said, concerned by her expression of discomfort.
"I'm clothed in your presence, Master. My skin is burning," she gasped
struggling to pull her shirt off.
"Tammy, stop. I don't want you to get undressed."
"Please Master! My skin is BURNING!" she wept.
"I order your skin to stop burning," I calmly said.
"MASTER it BURNS!"
"TIM! LET HER FUCKING TAKE IT OFF!" Holly screamed as the car weaved a bit.
"Take it off," I said before grabbing her shorts and tugging.
"Thank you Master. Thank you.." Tammy said calming down once everything was
off.
"Is that better?" I said, rubbing her bare feet which had been the last thing to
get uncovered.
"Oh Master. OH!" she said, shivering from my touches.
"Tim, you better not be touching anything I wouldn't like," Holly said, trying
to see using the rear view mirror.
"Holly, keep your fucking eyes on the road. Just trust me okay?"
"It's not you I don't trust," Holly said. "It's her."
"Master, why do you let that slut talk to you like that?" Tammy said.
"Because she's not a slut." I simply answered as she spread her legs apart to
give me a good view of her carefully trimmed pussy.
"But don't you want her to become your slut?" Tammy said slightly confused.
"He better not," Holly muttered.
"Tammy, tell us about the time you became a slut," I said, watching her begin to
slowly play with her clit.
"Yes Master," she said, licking her lips seductively. "The first thing I
remember is waking up in my old master's chamber of sex. My old master was
laying on a bed with two other girls licking his wonderfully hairy chest. The
moment I saw his Zeus's cock, I felt like I was dying from the thirst for his
wonderful love juice. I ran to him and I sucked his cock for the first time
without him having to tell me to. I thought I was never going to taste his hot
yummy cum, but he honored me by fucking my mouth and finally gave me his seed to
parch my thirst and taste the seed of my God. OH how I came and came. And then
my Lord and Master commanded me to use my worthless ass to please his Godly
penis, and I was so proud of myself that I never once let on how much it hurt.
I must have.."
"Uhm, Tammy, when and where did you first meet him?"
"I told you, Master. I woke up in his chamber of sex. I had never seen him
before."
"Then how did you know he was your master?"
"I just.. knew, Master."
"What's the last thing you remember before you woke up in his chamber?"
"Going to bed in my dorm room after studying, Master."
"How long after that did you move into the Sorority?"
"About a month, Master. After my roommate wouldn't let me pleasure her, I had
to find somewhere to stay. One of my master's sluts offered to get me into her
Sorority, and afterwards we pleasured each other every night. Don't you want me
to pleasure you Master? I am yours to do with as you wish."
"Not right now. I'm more interested in your old master. Do you know where he
lives?"
"No, Master. I would go to a meeting place and be picked up, and I would go to
sleep and wouldn't wake up until I was in his palace."
God she was getting me turned on. Tammy laid there with her legs spread wide,
slowly finger fucking herself and playing with her nipples, never taking her
lust filled eyes off of mine. I could smell her sex's odor, and her lips and
tongue performed erotic dances whenever she wasn't speaking. I finally couldn't
help but accept her offer, and held my hand above her mouth and watched her
lustfully lick it with slow and steady strokes.
She lured my index finger into her mouth and started using her tongue and lips
on it like it was the most delicious cock in the world. If it hadn't been for a
pothole making me jerk my mind back to the task at hand, I know my face would
have replaced her hand at her cunt.
Even though I was stretching the promise I had made with Holly, I fondled
different parts of her nude and aroused body as I continued to question her.
Strangely enough, she could not recall a single instance where her master had
used his powers on either her or anyone else. The most interesting instance of
this was when she traded rooms with another girl who her master had indicated he
wished to make his property. While her old roommate was busy with her, Tammy
found that her new roommate was actually responding to her hints of having sex.
After the targeted girl was his, Tammy's master allowed her to continue rooming
with the other, and a week later Tammy made her move by entering the shower with
her.
Brenda was nervous while Tammy soaped her body. But the moment Tammy's tongue
licked the suds off her left breast, Brenda pulled Tammy's head up to hers and
plastered her body against her while she slipped her tongue into Tammy's willing
mouth.
When Tammy reported to her master of the lesbian sex she had with a non slut, he
told her she would be added to his collection and to cover for her disappearance
on Saturday while she was sluttified.
Tammy was slightly surprised to awaken that Saturday with Brenda gone, and then
was surprised even more when Brenda was in her bed when she awoke Monday
morning. But she simply accepted it when Brenda woke up and told her their
master would collect them both that evening and to plan being gone for a week.
This guy was good. He was smart, thorough, and didn't appear to have made any
mistakes in concealing his identity, his associates, or location. Every
instance where Tammy had been 'collected', she had closed her eyes and waited
for an unknown person to lead her to the vehicle waiting for them. Once in the
vehicle, she immediately fell asleep and didn't awaken until she was in the
presence of her master, completely ignorant to where she was.
She knew he had many slave girls, but never saw any of them except for the three
she lived with in the Sorority, and two others who also went to that college.
The six of them all were required to have sex with another person at least once
every two days, and since they only saw their master every other week or so,
they became very dependant on providing each other's pleasure.
Tammy also made it very clear that she had desired very much to have sex with
Holly, but because she could not reveal that part of herself to her without
endangering the knowledge of her master's existence, she had resorted to finding
other men and women to provide her with the pleasure she required while she was
staying with Holly. But all those times she had brought guys home, she never
once fucked any of them. All the moans Holly heard had been put on for Holly's
benefit.
Her sexual requirement only involved oral sex, thus the lesbian sex she had at
school was perfect for her needs. In fact, Tammy would not allow any cock other
than her master's to enter her pussy or ass, and would take any steps necessary
to keep it that way.
Her attempt to seduce me the night before was in hopes of not having to find
another cock to suck the next day. Luckily for her (and me), her master had
called for her before she left for church and had satisfied her himself.
Tammy's constant sexual actions and expressions made it very hard for me to keep
myself from just giving in and fucking her ready pussy. And the fact that Holly
kept insisting she continue to tell us every detail she could about what she had
done didn't help me any.
I was a little surprised that Holly was aroused from Tammy's recollections.
While Holly definitely was not normally turned on by the idea of lesbian sex,
after having listened to so much of it, and the way Tammy emphasized every
sexual detail with a verbal skill I had never heard before, she just couldn't
help but get turn on by it. Hell, if she wasn't the one driving, I wouldn't be
all surprised if she hadn't tried some... Nah.. Not Holly.
Anyway, when Tammy's foot pressed against my crotch in the dimming evening
light, I didn't push it away like I had the last five times. Naturally she took
advantage of this, and within three minutes she had her foot in my shorts making
direct contact with my hard dick. And the urges I kept having to slip my
fingers into her glistening crotch as she described how her master had fucked
her pussy while she was eating his cum out of another's cunt... I was nearly
ready to do it too when...
"Oh Shit! Tim. I think I just missed our exit," Holly exclaimed.
"Huh? What?" I said, getting between the backs of the two front seats. "Oh.
Uhm. I think.. I think.. Yeah, we're okay. There's another way we can go
that's just as fast. We just have to take a couple of extra exits this way."
"Actually, we're getting low on gas again, and I don't know about you, but I'd
like to get some fresh air."
"Uhm, yeah. Fresh air would be good," I said, feeling Tammy's hands taking the
waist band of my shorts and moving them down.
Okay, so maybe I was letting things go too far. When I didn't stop her, Tammy
took it to mean I wanted her to suck me, and I did, very badly. But that's when
Holly put the blinker on and got over into the exit lane. I got a hold of
myself, knowing the first thing she would do when we stopped would be to look
back to see what we were doing.
So up went my shorts, back to sleep went Tammy, and when Holly did look back, I
was covering her up with the blanket I keep in the car for such cases as
covering up sleeping nude women.
Holly mentioned something about needing to use the ladies room, and I realized
that Tammy probably should go too. And that's when I got my brainchild.
"Holly, hang on a minute. Tammy needs to go too, and I think it would be better
if you go with her just in case," I said as I remote controlled Tammy's body to
get dressed.
"Well, hurry up. I'm almost ready to burst."
I couldn't help grinning as I watched Holly go around the corner, then I quickly
got back in the car and laid down shutting my eyes.
As soon as I formed the rest of the connections, I found Holly talking to Tammy
about me.
"..think I didn't notice how he was looking at you. If I wasn't in the car, you
would have had him all over you. It just isn't fair. I found him, so keep your
paws off of him," she said as she closed the bathroom door behind us.
"If you're just going to stand there, I'm going first," Holly said crossly as
she entered the only stall. "Shit, there isn't even a door. Oh well. It's not
like you're going to see anything you have seen before," she sighed as she
covered the seat with toilet paper and promptly pulled her shorts and panties
down.
She saw my grin on Tammy's face as I was thinking how I hadn't actually ever
seen a girl go before. I had to act as if the grin was there for no reason at
all, and let it fade away really slowly while Holly watched me suspiciously.
"Tim, are you in there?" she said with a suspicious squint in her eye. "Tim,
you better not be watching me.."
"Holly, were you calling me?" I said making Tammy's face go blank and stiffening
her body. "Whoa.. Uhm, sorry." I said closing Tammy's eyes.
"No, I was just uhm.. Just go back to whatever you were doing okay?"
"Yeah. Okay."
I let Tammy's body relax and Holly quickly wiped and pulled her pants up.
"You're next," she said to me/Tammy.
I walked over and copied everything Holly had done, and experience my first real
female urination. Not all that different, actually. You just don't have
anything to really aim with.
Once I got finished, I wiped like I had seen Holly, then stood up and walked
forward, expertly stepping out of my shorts, pretending to forget I was supposed
to put them back on.
"Tammy, you have to put your shorts back on before we leave. And you didn't
even flush," Holly sighed wearily, stepping past me and flushing the toilet.
She brought the shorts out of the stall with her and opened her mouth to say
something when she found that I had taken my shirt off too while her back was
turned. And since I hadn't bothered to put her bra or panties on when I dressed
her in the car...
"Tammy, what are you doing?" she said as I took a step closer.
I didn't say anything as I gently took her in my arms and pressed my womanly
body against hers. Holly was half scared, half startled, and half aroused. I
know that seems an awful lot to feel at once, but Holly wasn't your average
woman. I mean, if it wasn't for the fact that she was a woman, I'd would have
to say she has the biggest balls of anyone I ever knew.
But she did let out a shudder when I pressed my soft lips against hers. I
kissed her with passion and energy, finding her extremely reluctant to respond,
yet not pulling away either.
But when I released her lips, she hollered, "TIIIIIMMMMMM! TIIIIIIIMMMMMM!"
"Shhh," I said, covering her lips with my finger. "I'm right here, silly."
"Shit!" she instantly said, giving me a nasty look. "You piece of fucking
shit!"
"Hey now. You have to admit you wanted to try it a little, otherwise you would
have knocked Tammy flat the moment she touched you," I said, running my hands
under her shorts.
"Stop. This feel so wrong to me," she said as my left hand found her hardening
knob.
"Then why are you getting so turned on?" I said as I pushed her shorts and
panties down.
"Because it's so.. dirty. Tim, I really don't think I want to do this. I'll
never be able to.. Oh God that feels good. But.. Not in Tammy's body, okay? I
don't think I could ever be comfortable around her knowing.. that... I...
MMmmm."
"Holly, I really want to do this. If you really want me to stop I will, but
just keep telling yourself its me and not Tammy doing this. Okay?"
"Mmmm, yeah, that helps. It does kind of feel like you too. Except for the
best part of you is missing," she said, rubbing my wet crotch.
I gasped from her fingers brushing across my clit, and I was suddenly feeling
the wetness down there surge. I had experienced this many times through Suzi's
body, but never quite like this. Whenever I had been in full control of Suzi's
body, the only one who had touched my clit had been me. Having someone else do
it like that was like.. Well, like the first time Joey jerked me off back in
eight grade.
"God, Holly, do that again," I begged.
"Eww.. You liked that, did you?" she said, teasing my clit like only a woman
knows how.
I felt my legs go wobbly, and just as Holly moved me over to the sink, someone
pounded on the door and said, "Hey! Are you almost done in there!?"
"Shit," Holly and I both said, then proceeded to get dressed as fast as we
could.
We came out of the bathroom red faced, but shared a giggle when the loud fat
woman had to walk sideways to get into the restroom.
"I bet she doesn't even fit in the stall," Holly said as we walked up to the
car.
"Hey, you want me to fi.." I said, stopping when I saw my reflection in the car
window.
"What's the matter?" Holly said.
"Heh. Nothing. It just startled me to see Tammy's face in the window instead
of mine. Shit. Look at the tent in my shorts. Awe man. Er, Holly? Could you
give me a moment to do something really disgustingly gross and horny?"
"You're not going to... Shit Tim. You are disgusting. But if you're really
going to do it though, I'd wanna watch."
"Shit. You sure? I mean you were against Tammy doing it."
"Yes, but.. Sucking your own dick? It's so dirty... Just let me watch,
please?"
"I have a better idea. How would you like to feel what its like to have your
dick sucked."
Holly gulped, and then said, "Yes," really soft.
But just getting in the car made us reconsider. Even though the sun had set,
the car was really hot inside. My body was sweating up a storm, and between
that, our horniness, and neither of us looking forward to get back to driving,
we decided to check into the motel down the road. That was different too.
Driving in a woman's body.. Do you have any idea how annoying a seatbelt can be
to a woman's sensitive nipple? Especially when they're not wearing a bra.
Once I took Tammy's body to the room, I disconnected and walked the same steps
with my own body. By the time I reached the room the second time, Holly had
already set up the room and even opened the door before I could knock.
"I haven't been this excited since Justin kissed me the first time," Holly said
sitting down on double bed nearest to the window. "What do I do?"
"Lay down and close your eyes," I said laying down on the other bed next to
Tammy. "Once I'm done connecting to Tammy, I'll hook you up to my body. It's a
lot like when I let you fly in those birds last year. Only better."
It took me a little longer than I expected to make the swap, mostly because I
hadn't done a three way swap like that for a while. And that's what it was too.
It was easier to let Tammy's sleeping mind run Holly's body while Holly's was
busy running mine.
Of course the first thing Holly did in my body was to grope herself. I'll never
forget the look on her/my face when she felt her hardon rising.
"Oh, this is fantastic," Holly said using my voice. "No wonder guys always
think bigger is better. The bigger it gets, the better it feels," she said as
she started pounding her meat using a grasp that looked really... odd.
"Here," I said, finding my mouth watering from the flash backs of the rubber
dicks which had supplied my food for so long. "Let me show you what really
feels good."
Just before I lowered my mouth over my own cock, I took a moment to consider
whether this was something I would regret later. I suppose that was where I
began to see how meaningless the terms gay or homosexual was to me. At the
time, I decided that while I was in control of a woman's body, feeling what a
woman feels and doing what a woman does, it simply was okay for me to suck a
cock, even if it was my own.
It's weird to think I at one time had found the taste of a guys cock so
disgusting that I had sworn never to taste one again. This wouldn't be the last
time I gave head using a woman's mouth, or the last time I would give it to my
own body. But it was the last time I considered there might of been something
wrong about doing it, and so it was my first step towards omnisexuality.
That's a term I made up for someone who, like a bisexual, will have sex with
either gender, but most of the time prefer doing so in a body of either sex and
not in their own body. If I found myself getting aroused thinking of getting
fucked by a certain guy, I preferred to do that in a woman's body. Unless of
course the guy was gay, but that didn't happen very often. But when it did, I
still used another guys body rather than my own, and the owner didn't have to be
gay either. I'm getting ahead of myself here since I don't start doing it like
that until after I got out of high school, but this is the point where I started
seriously thinking about experiencing more varieties of sex in other peoples
bodies rather than my own.
So once I had made that critical decision, I licked my cock's head once, then
after her shudder made my dick surge, I rapped my lips around its head and set
my tongue to work.
I slowly worked my cock into my mouth, making sure I washed every bit of the old
familiar taste away before working another half an inch in. Tammy's throat
easily took my cock's head into its depth, and I really didn't have any troubles
with her gag reflexes since her throat had long gotten used to accepting a
cock's mass.
Holly's gasps and groans really sounded strange coming from my mouth like that.
But it was such a turn on. And when she started calling me her slut and ordered
me to fuck her cock with my mouth... Talk about lust going into overdrive.
She had the instincts too. I was just getting to the point where I could keep
my rhythm while I bobbed my head up and down her shaft when she started to hump
my face. That was kind of cool. Tammy's throat definitely had been well used
in that fashion too. It was almost felt pleasurable the way it made my gagging
keep firing off without impeding the fucking.
And when I sensed her getting close to blowing her load, I put everything into
it, knowing how great your first orgasm was as a guy. And Holly didn't
disappoint me either. She moaned and gasped, and even squeaked once, something
I thought I had finally outgrown.
Tasting your own cum fresh from the tap was another first for me there. It
didn't quite taste the same as I remembered it, having an extra sweetness to it
that I hadn't ever tasted before. Of course in this case it probably was
something I had eaten, because it never quite tasted that way again. Or perhaps
it was Tammy's taste buds. I don't know.
Holly and I spent around a half hour after that just discussing the differences
between male and female orgasms and the like. Then Holly got that look in her
eye, and grinned at me when I gave her hardening dick a lick.
"Fuck me, you slut," she said with my voice.
"I have a better idea," I replied.
Before she knew what was happening, I restored Tammy to her own body and woke
her up while I started undressing Holly's body.
When Holly repeated her order, Tammy, thinking it was me, complied happily.
And Holly, thinking I was just playing the part of a slut, didn't even think
twice about Tammy's moans and words of worship. I sat on the bed playing with
my clit, listening to Tammy tell Holly how wonderful her cock felt, and how much
she wanted her seed inside her.
Holly gave her what she wanted, making grunts of udder pleasure as she shot her
seed into Tammy's fuck hole. And then the kissing started.. Man, that was some
good stuff. I strongly considered switching with one of them just to get in on
the tongue fucking.
When Holly found her dick hardening again inside Tammy, she rolled her over,
pulled Tammy's legs up, and proceeded to fuck her ass. God, when she did that,
I couldn't take it any more. I crossed the gap between the beds so fast I
nearly knocked Holly off of Tammy.
Holly was beyond caring who or what she fucked, so while I humped Tammy's
desperate mouth, I ate my own face.
I guess I had the instincts too. I got so stirred up by Tammy's tonguing my wet
cunt, I forced Holly on her back and instantly mounted her cock.
It was just a bit uncomfortable feeling my cunt re-stretch to accept her prick,
but Holly didn't give me anytime to get used to it, and in moments I was in
seventh heaven laying on my back as she raped my mouth and pounded my cunt from
above.
She worked my body so hard she nearly passed out from the overexertion. So I
had her roll on her back again and proceeded to hump away, finding my long hair
constantly getting into my mouth and covering my eyes.
I sat up and tried fucking that way, then finally just tilted my head back so my
hair stayed behind me. I never noticed Tammy moving about until her feet went
across my chest.
The sight of Tammy's freshly fucked ass staring up at me while Holly sucked her
pussy's juices out brought on my old lust to fuck it. That pushed my arousal
over the brink, and as soon as I began my orgasm, my pussy spasms triggered
Holly's very short but pleasurable orgasm also.
I don't remember moving to embrace Tammy to kiss her, but when Holly had come to
her senses about what we had done, and with who, she got up and crawled into the
other bed.
I didn't really care that she was upset about it. I was very much enjoying
Tammy's kisses and gropes. I fell asleep feeling what it is to be a freshly
fucked woman with another woman clinging onto my side.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 2 - Pocket Knives and Pornos
(mc mf, mm oral incest)
The next morning, Holly awoke startled by Tammy's mouth attaching itself to her
right breast.
"Tammy, I don't think Holly's in the mood," I said slipping my shoes on and
grabbing my keys.
"Where are you going?" Holly asked.
"Someone broke into the trailer a few minutes ago, and I need to figure out what
to do with him. I had him lock himself up in the trailer, but it's getting
pretty warm in there now that the sun's up."
"Did he hurt the girls?" Holly said, holding Tammy away from her with both
hands.
"Nope. He thought we were carrying something he could just walk off with. Get
dressed and come down if you want to see him."
"I'll do better than that. I'll make him wish he never was.."
"Holly. He's only ten."
"Oh."
I examined the lock before opening the door, finding he had done a pretty good
job at wrecking it. The moment I opened it, the kid flew out, but it just so
happened I was right there waiting to catch him.
"Let me go!" he screamed.
"Brian, chill man. I'm not turnin' you into the cops," I said, barely keeping
my hold on him.
"How.. How did you know my name?" he said turning pale and stopping his
struggles.
"Er, lucky guess? It doesn't matter.. Hey, you okay?" I said, noticing his
color hadn't returned.
"I.. I.." he said before rolling his eyes up and passing out.
"Shit," I said, straining to hold him up with one arm before getting a better
hold with the other and carefully laying him down inside the open trailer.
Holly startled me when she said, "You got him!" then walk up carefully when she
saw my frowning face.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "And why did you knock him out?"
"I didn't. He fainted. He hasn't eaten anything but candy bars in a week.
Shit. I think we better take him to the hospital. He's not in that great of
shape."
"Who is he?" she said, casting a disapproving gaze over his dirty cloths and
face.
"He's a runaway I think. Damn it's hard to scan him like this. Oh wait.
That's better. I think he just needs a decent meal. Yeah. He's starting to
come around."
His eyes fluttered open, and after a moment of confusion, he started to panic.
"I'm sorry for breaking your lock! Please let me go? I won't do it again, I
promise!"
"Don't worry about the lock right now. Look, my name is Tim, and this is Holly.
We're about to go get something to eat. How about you come with us, and after
you stuff yourself with pancakes, we can talk about the lock. Okay?"
"You're.. You're going to buy me breakfast?" he said, having flashbacks of the
last person who had offered him a free meal.
"Brian, look at me," I said, capturing his eyes with mine and opening a empathic
connection. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I promise I won't hurt you or
make you do anything you don't want to do, okay?"
"Uh-hu, okay," he said, literally embracing the friendly feelings I was sharing
with him.
"So you'll come with us and have breakfast without trying to get away
afterwards?"
"Uhm.. Okay.." Brian said hesitantly, not sure if he meant it.
"Brian, I have to know that I can trust you. Oh, wait," I said, digging into my
pocket. "Look, I'm going to let you hold on to something of mine. I'll trust
you first to not run off with it, and its very, very important to me."
"What is it?" Brian said excitedly.
I held out my coin between my fingers to show him, then dropped into his hand.
"Wow.." he said, examining it. "It's cool. Where'd ya get it?"
"My dad gave it to me, and his dad gave it to him," I replied. "Now what's
wrong?"
"My dad gave me something once too," he said with a far off voice. Then he
looked up at me and said, "I won't run away with it, I promise."
"Good. Lets eat," Holly said.
I had to flip the switch on Tammy so she could get her clothes on and come eat
with us, but because I was having to animate her and myself at the same time, I
kept missing the questions Brian would ask me. Luckily Holly covered for me,
and as soon as Tammy finished eating, I marched her right back to the room and
woke her up to give her orders to shower and prepare to leave.
Brian pigged out in a big way. He ate so much he started getting sick, so I
picked him up an carried him to the room, quickly deciding he was going to get a
bath.
I had forgotten about Tammy, and Brian got an eyeful before I slipped the
commands in to ignore her nudity. Brian just sort of forgot what he was looking
at and didn't say a word.
I was fighting his upset stomach by relaxing him and making him feel cozy and
lithless, and so he didn't struggle at all when I laid him in the bed and told
him to stay there.
While Holly started to take her shower, I guess I made Brian a little too
comfortable. His eyelids kept getting lower and lower as he constantly fiddled
with my coin, and finally his eyes closed as his hand sank to the bed still
clutching it.
Tammy's hand wandered to my crotch, and figuring after what happened last night,
Holly couldn't complain if Tammy and I did a little groping and stuff.
I admit I was getting used to the idea of Tammy wishing to pleasure me night and
day like that. When she uncovered my cock and signaled for me to relax, I laid
down and allowed her to worship my cock with her tongue and lips.
Then when Holly shut the water off, I didn't have to say a word. Tammy simply
gave my cock a final lick then gently pulled my shorts back up and laid back
down beside me. But before Holly came out, I gave Tammy a surprise kiss, the
surprise being it was gentle and loving, not hot and passionate.
I gave Holly the same kiss when she came out wearing a towel, and told her Brian
wouldn't wake up until I was finished with my shower so she didn't need to worry
about covering up or being quiet because of him. Holly responded by giving me a
hotter kiss, but since I was all dirty and she was all clean, we didn't proceed
any further than that.
I was soaping up my face when I heard someone enter the bathroom with me, then
smiled when a female body pressed up against me in the shower. I was so sure it
was Holly, I nearly fell when Tammy's voice said, "Would my Master like me to
bathe him?"
"Shit, Tammy. Holly will kill both of us if she.. Why are you smiling?"
"Holly sent me in here, Master."
"Wha?" I said reaching out into Holly's mind.
Holly's thoughts were wandering over the events of the last two days, and I
found that Holly had indeed sent Tammy into the shower with me, but she had done
it because Tammy kept coming on to her, and was afraid she would come on to the
boy if she didn't do something. She didn't like the idea, but she was getting
pretty tired of always watching, always worrying that Tammy would seduce me away
from her.
I sighed, then had Tammy dry off and marched her over to the bed next to Brian
to sleep. Holly felt better, and I guess I did too. I had passed a test of
faith that Holly hadn't intended for me to take.
I was just finishing up when Holly's nude body press up against the back of
mine, and before her arms could wrap around, I turned to face her and held her
as she held me for a minute or two.
"I do love you," Holly said.
"I know. I never doubted that. And I love you too," I said, giving her a kiss
on the lips.
Of course that kiss lead to another, and another, and a couple more too. We let
ourselves slowly sink down into the tub, and as we struggled to get comfortable
without parting our lips, I slipped my hard cock up her nice tight slit.
I made nice and steady strokes, taking my time as we made love. This is the
thing I will always remember about Holly. We would have a really wild session
of sex, but then the next time would make love as gently as we could.
Because Holly kept choking on the water streaming down into her face, I managed
to shut the damn thing off with my foot without dismounting, and as we built our
steam back up, I felt something new form between us.
While Holly had trusted me before, she hadn't really believed I could keep my
word. But as we closed in on our separate orgasms, her mind was analyzing and
reconsidering that concern which had been troubling her the entire trip. She
had been afraid I would lose my interest in her like Justin had, but then she
realized I wasn't anything like him. She concluded that no matter what I did
with anyone else, that wouldn't reduce the feelings I had for her. And she was
right about that too. I still care for her just as much as I ever had, even
while I blew my morning load into her spasming velvet glove.
After soaping and rinsing ourselves off again, Holly and I gave each other
another kiss before getting out and drying each other off. I got dressed in
clean clothes while Holly struggled to find something of Tammy's to fit her.
I woke Brian up once Holly was dressed and convinced him to take a bath. I
listened to him playing in the tub, and seeing we would be a little while
longer, I asked Holly if she wanted to run out to get her some clothes that fit
her.
I gave her one of the ten one hundred dollar bills I had with me plus a peck on
the cheek and asked her not to take too long.
When Brian finally came out, his hair was still dry and grimy, his face still
streaked with dirt although a little cleaner than before. But anything else
that had been cleaned in his bath was now covered by the same filthy clothes he
had taken off. After kicking myself for not asking Holly to get him some new
clothes while she was at it, I sent him straight back into the bathroom,
ignoring his protests as I stripped him and started to give him a bath myself.
That quickly turned into a shower when I saw how dirty the water was getting
from just wetting his hair. He didn't say a word as I stripped myself, and only
gave my crotch a couple of curious glances before I started the shower.
I had already used up the complimentary shampoo in my own shower, but the maid
was in the room next door and didn't even think twice about handing Tammy the
two extra bottles of shampoo she suddenly needed to get rid of. It nearly took
both bottles too before the lather finally seemed to stay clean.
All through the shower, Brian's mouth never stopped yapping. Of course I was
helping him there, giving him the motivation to tell me his life story.
Brian's mother remarried a few years after his dad died, and suddenly Brian
found himself with two older brothers who didn't think twice about stepping all
over him. That in itself was pretty rough for a boy trying to adjust to a new
life, but his step dad made it much worse by always attempting to make Brian do
the things he thought all boys should do, which in his case was play sports all
the time.
But Brian wasn't very good at sports, even though he wasn't a weakling or
anything. He simply had horrible hand to eye coordination, and it seemed to
only get worse the harder he tried. He did like watching some sports, and every
once in a while would have fun playing something with the other kids in the
neighborhood. But his stepfather insisted on him being on all these teams, and
Brian was never happy with that.
He lived under the constant stress of being a failure for a year and a half
before he ran away. He had been on his own for about five months now, and had
learned the hard way not to trust anyone after almost getting himself raped by a
friendly man offering a free meal.
Brian talked an awful lot about his real dad, and I found that even though he
barely remembered him, Brian had made his dead father his idol.
But when I announced he was as clean as he was going to get, Brian grew quiet
and could I feel him holding something back. All it took to get it out of him
was a hug and a quick empathic gaze.
"I lost his pocket knife," Brian said with a quiver in his voice. "Mom gave it
to me and had me promise not to loose it. I took it with me when I ran away,
and used it a lot until I dropped it in the creek a couple of months ago."
"I'm sorry," was all I could say as I examined the image of his father's pocket
knife in his mind.
The knife was just one of those cheap replicas of a Swiss army knife, the kind
that never worked real well, but look really neat. But my attention was
diverted away from the knife when I found him planning to slip away the next
chance he got, knowing I was planning to take him back to his parents like so
many other people had started to do.
The thing that was constantly going through Brian's mind at the time was how my
coin had made him feel better, and he was struggling with the idea of taking it
with him and breaking his word. At first his struggle held my attention, but
then the fact he had felt something from the coin hit me, and he nearly lost his
balance when I suddenly stopped drying his hair with the towel.
But after having him go get the coin and hold it for me, I realized he had
related my attempts at relieving his stomach ache with the coin. I sighed with
relief with the knowledge that Brian was not a telepath.
We were both startled when Holly unlocked the door and caught us both standing
in the middle of the room bare naked. Brian was only frozen for a moment, then
before either Holly or I could react, he slammed the bathroom door behind him.
Holly's Cheshire cat grin didn't disappear until after I had mentioned he needed
some new clean clothes and she had pulled them out of a bag like a magician.
"Shit. I'm glad someone was using their brain," I said, before noticing Holly's
strange glance at Tammy.
I gave her a questioning look, and Holly sighed and said, "I keep having flashes
of her.. you know, fucking me. It's starting to annoy me."
I immediately saw the truth behind her words, but then realized that Holly
didn't know it herself.
After I gave the new clothes to Brian and slipped my own clothes back on, I
stepped behind Holly as she put her borrowed clothes back into Tammy's suitcase.
"You know what?" I said, wrapping my arm around her and kissing her neck.
"What?" she said, undecided whether to melt in my arms or to stiffen in them.
"I've come to the conclusion that a person's sexual desires are driven by the
body they're controlling. When you were controlling my body, you were a guy.
It was natural for you to want to fuck something with your dick. Tammy just
happened to be the most available. So stop thinking about how you just had
lesbian sex with your best friend. You're not gay, and you know it."
"But... I can't stop thinking about it. Shit, Tim. I even noticed this woman
while I was looking for my bra size. I have never noticed another girl before."
"Holly, right now you're just a little confused. I guess maybe I pushed you
into it when I shouldn't have. Tell me this. Deep down, what was it you wanted
about the woman? Did you want to suck her tits?"
"No! I.. I guess I wanted to fuck her with my dick. But I don't have a dick
anymore."
"Right. But do you see what I mean? You don't want to have lesbian sex, you
want to have heterosexual sex with her. Same thing with Tammy."
Holly sighed and finally leaned into my hug and said, "I guess you could be
right. I think we better not try it again for a while, though. But I do want
to do it again before I go off to college. If I go, that is."
I held her for a while, talking about her plans for college and what her chances
were of still going the next week. We were so lost in our embrace, it wasn't
until the maid rolled her cart by that we noticed the door was half way open.
"Shit. Brian took off," I said when I tried to locate him. "And the fucker
took my coin with him too."
"Can you find him?" she asked looking around outside the door.
"Not in the way you mean, but give me a minute," I said as I sat down on the
edge of the bed and began stockpiling energy.
I released my pulse, then I locked on his thoughts the instant I found them and
had to hurry to go see a man about a pocket knife.
Ten minutes later, the trailer door opened cautiously, and as a small hand set
the coin down carefully into the rope tie off well which Beany was tied to, I
said, "I'll trade you for that."
The hand disappeared, and for a moment I thought he was going to flee. But then
he opened the door a little wider, and peered in at my sweaty face.
"You knew I would come back here?" he said, realizing I had been waiting in the
hot trailer for him for several minutes.
"I hoped you would," I mislead. "I'll make a deal with you. If I promise I
won't take you back to your folks unless you want me too, you swear on your
father's pocket knife that you won't run away from me again."
"But I don't have my dad's.. <gulp>" he said as I held the pocket knife the man
five doors down had sold me for twenty bucks. (It was only worth ten and he
knew it.)
After I jumped out of the trailer which was feeling like an oven, I traded the
coin for the pocket knife. While Brian walked back to the room with me, he
quietly examined the knife.
"It isn't the real one, is it," he said just before we reached the room.
"No, it isn't. But at least you still have something to remember him by," I
said as Tammy opened the door.
Brian didn't say a word, but didn't hesitate to let me usher him inside.
"Shit, I'm so sweaty, I could use another shower," I said to Holly.
"If you're going to, get a move on. We're ready to go when you are," Holly
said, before glancing at Brian and giving me a questioning look.
"I got to make a phone call first," I said, sitting down next to the phone.
I dialed the number hoping there was someone there to answer the phone on a
Monday during the day. On the fifth ring a woman's voice picked up and said,
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Mrs. Peterson?"
"Yes it is.."
"I have someone here who wants to talk to you," I said while making eye contact
with the startled Brian. I held out the phone to him as the empathic connection
started to calm him down.
I heard his mom say something, and without taking my eyes off of Brian, I put it
up to my ear and said, "Mrs. Peterson? Good, you're still there. My name is
Tim Brandton and I've met someone who really wants to talk to you but he's too
scared to come to the phone. Could you like promise not to be mad at him if he
talks to you?"
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" she said raising her voice.
"No ma'am. I'm serious," I said, then lowered the mouthpiece and said, "Come on
Brian. You know you want to. It's not like she can reach over the phone and
grab you or anything. At least tell her you're okay."
I was putting all I could into the empathic connection to prevent Brian from
leaving, but then I felt him starting to shake off my link a little. He was
beginning to break free to try and escape when his mother decided that I could
be for real and nearly broke my eardrum as she started crying out for Brian to
speak to her.
While I held out the phone for him to hear and rubbed my ear, her desperate crys
became sobs, and that broke Brian's heart. As she continued to call out for
him, Brian finally couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly walked up and took the
phone.
"Mom, please don't cry. It's me, Brian," he said starting to sniff. "I'm
okay... I've missed you too... No, he isn't keeping me here... No... Yeah,
he's been nice too me. He bought me breakfast this morning and... I'm okay,
really... No... Yeah..."
At that point I got up and had Brian sit down in my place before grabbing some
fresh clothes and took a quick shower. I was monitoring Brian's thoughts the
whole time, and had to hurry up and put my shorts on when his mom wanted to
speak with me again.
"Hello?" I said.
"Thank you so much for calling me. If you can just tell me where you are, would
you keep him there until I can pick him up? Oh, and were are you exactly?"
Once Holly had come back with the map and we figured out where the heck we were,
I convinced Brian's mom that it would be much easier if we brought him to her.
Brian's home was an hour out of our way, but it would take her two hours just to
get to the motel and I was considering helping Brian work out his sibling
problems a little.
Brian talked to his mom again after I got off, and once we were finished putting
everything back in the car and checked out, I had to go and get him off the
phone so we could leave.
As we went down the steps to the parking lot, Brian suddenly said, "You broke
your promise."
"I did not," I responded. "I said I wouldn't try and take you back without you
wanting to. I never said I wouldn't try and make you want to."
"You did trick me, so can I hold your coin until we get there?"
"Yeah, all right," I said, digging it out of my pocket. "Just don't get too
attached to it," I said as I flipped it to him.
Tammy was clothed and asleep in the back seat with Holly, and right before Brian
opened the passenger door to get in, Holly said, "Is there any way you can wake
up the real Tammy for the rest of the trip?"
As Brian sat down, I replied, "Maybe. I guess I could just tell her to let the
real Tammy run things a while."
"Tell who?" Brian said. "Man, it's hot in here."
I started the car and hit the A/C then pulled out of the motel's lot still
thinking about what I could do with Tammy.
"Hey!" Brian suddenly exclaimed. "How did you know my phone number?"
I considered on what to tell him, and then figured it would make things a little
easier while fixing Tammy if I just told him the truth.
"Simple. I read your mind."
"Yeah, right. Now tell me."
"I really did read your mind. Right now you're thinking about asking why that
woman in the back seat is always sleeping."
"Nu Uh. You're making it up."
"Heh. Hey Holly. Guess what Brian just thought of now?"
"What?" Holly said, taking the bait.
"What it would have been like if you had showered with him instead of me."
"Little pervert!" Holly said with a wiry smile.
"You really can read minds," Brian whispered before his excitement took over.
After spending nearly an hour playing mind games, Brian grew quiet thinking
about home.
"Brian?" I said softly to him. "Why don't you take a nap. You're very sleepy,
you know."
Brian's eyes instantly became droopy, and he yawned while telling me he wasn't
tired. After repeating my suggestion and reissuing the drowsy commands, Brian
conceded and quickly fell asleep in his seat.
"You want me to drive?" Holly asked after kissing my right cheek.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," I said, putting the blinker on.
Once we had switched positions and were back on the road, Holly was quietly
humming to herself while I removed Tammy's clothes to prepare waking her up.
"You're in a good mood," I said as I pulled Tammy's panties off.
"I guess I am," she replied. "I haven't felt this good since I fell in love
with Justin."
"I love you too, Holly. I'm going to wake Tammy now," I said.
The moment Tammy's eyes opened, she gasped and cried out, "Master!"
"Tammy, I think it would be best if you let your other self run things until we
get to my place. Okay?"
"I'm sorry for what ever I did to displease you, Master," she cried. "Please,
use me in anyway you wish. I deserve your punishment!"
"You haven't displeased me. I just don't want others seeing you naked wherever
we go."
"But Master! I can not let the other me even see you! And I must me nude at
all times before my Master. Please, Master, use me? I've tried very hard to
please you, but I know you are unhappy with me. Please? Use me so I know I am
still yours?"
Holly muttered something under her breath while Tammy sat in her best fuck me
position and rubbed my hardon in my pants. The more I tried to reason with her,
the more upset she became and the harder it was for me to resist fucking her on
the spot.
So after a half an hour, I gave up and put her back to sleep. Once she was
dressed, I sat back and sighed.
"What are we going to do with her?" Holly asked. "You said Brian's mom wanted to
feed us lunch when we got there, and Tammy can't stay in the car that long.
She'll fry."
"Well, I guess I'll have to make her go lay down in Brian's house after making
everyone unable to see her. Speaking of Brian, I guess I better wake him up."
"You think? I mean, if I was a runaway going home, I'd probably rather sleep
through the trip so I don't have so much time getting nervous."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, but I'd like to talk to him a little bit more
before we have lunch with his family and never see him again. I'm gonna miss
him."
"You just met him this morning.." Holly said exasperated.
"I know, but.. Heh.. I even showered with him. Shit. I'm getting way too
perverted for my own good."
"Oh, I don't know.. I kind of like you that way."
"Heh."
After waking Brian up and explaining how Holly and I had switched places without
him waking up, we spent the rest of the time talking about nothing in particular
as Brian became more and more restless.
By the time we pulled into his street, Brian was extremely nervous and was
begging Holly to turn around. But when we pulled into his driveway and he saw
his mom, he was out the door before the car had even come to a complete stop.
Brian's stepbrothers hung around the open front door as mother and son cried
their eyes out hugging, then the two older boys finally came out when Brian's
mom put him down and thanked us again. I didn't really notice anything strange
from them after my empathic senses had been stunned by Brian's and his mother's
explosion of emotion. But while we were led inside, I picked up a strange
feeling from the older one.
Mark was fourteen, a well built athlete, and horny as hell. Not just horny, but
HORNY. And his twelve year old brother Craig was nearly as well built and just
as horny as he was, but his seemed to be directed at Mark, while Mark's was
simply everywhere.
While I was remote controlling Tammy into the nearest bedroom, I felt a huge
surge in Mark's arousal as he caught a glimpse of her. I quickly made him
forget, but couldn't help but notice how his arousal didn't go down. I mean, I
can't control hormones..
Brian's stepfather got home shortly after we all sat down for lunch, and Brian
visibly became uncomfortable by his presence. But Mr. Peterson was genuinely
happy to see Brian, and I immediately felt his remorse and guilt for pushing
Brian too much into the sports. Brian relaxed after his stepfather told him he
didn't have to play on anymore teams unless he wanted too, and that he was sorry
for whatever he did.
Once Brian had excepted his apology, Mr. Peterson thanked us, but before he
turned to his wife, his own arousal flared incredibly from the glance he gave
Holly's legs. I was so distracted by the strength of his arousal, I didn't
notice Mark slipping away.
About ten minutes later, Mrs. Peterson asked Craig to go find Mark to finish his
lunch, and I couldn't help but reach out to find him myself. When I did, choked
on my Sloppy Joe, and after I cleared my throat I excused myself from table
saying I needed to use the bathroom.
I quickly made it to the bedroom door where I had put Tammy, and had to dig out
my screwdriver key chain to let myself in after finding the door locked.
"Where are you going?" Craig said as he came around the corner looking for his
brother.
"I'm just, uhm," I said pulling the cracked door closed again.
Craig's eyes grew big from the slurping sounds coming from behind the door.
Without warning, he pushed the door so hard the door knob slipped from my
fingers and the door swung wide open to reveal Mark's face embedded in Tammy's
naked crotch.
"Holy shit, Mark. I hope you're taping this," Craig said quietly while pulling
me inside and shutting the door.
Mark jerked off her mound startled, then relaxed seeing his brother's
unconcerned expression.
"Hell yeah," Mark replied as he tried to determine what my reaction would be.
"You know I wouldn't miss getting a tape of something like this. Uhm, you don't
know her, do you?" he asked me.
"As a matter of fact, yes I do," I said as I started scanning his mind to find
out exactly what was going on.
"Fuck," Mark replied, "I knew it."
"You mean dad didn't bring her?" Craig said, disappointed.
"No. Does your dad usually bring unconscious girls home for you two to play
with?" I said, genuinely surprised.
"No, but it's like a dream we had about... Never mind," Craig said embarrassed.
"Please don't tell on us?"
"Yeah. Hey, if you don't tell, we can let you have some free pornos," Mark
offered.
"Oh, so that's it.." I said when my scan found the information I was looking
for. "You guys are trying to make your own pornos, like... Your mom and dad
made them?"
"How do you know.." Craig started but didn't finish as Tammy began to pull her
top off in her sleep.
"So you guys want to make a porno.." I said, getting my pleasure out of seeing
them watch Tammy's body strip. "You're both virgins, I take it. Shit, you two
are so horny watching her I'm surprised you have the will power to not leap on
her... So does your dad still make pornos? Or did he retire?"
When I didn't get a response, I said, "Look, I'm going to wake her up in a
moment. If you two can't answer a simple question, I'll have her put her
clothes back on and we'll leave."
"He.. He only makes them with Judy," Mark said in a husky distant voice as his
shorts fell to the floor and took a step towards Tammy.
"Oh God, Mark. We're really going to do it, aren't we," Craig said as he
stripped.
"Nothing could stop us now," Mark said before running his hands up Tammy's nude
body to her tits.
"Wanna bet?" I said with a dangerous sound to my voice.
Craig instantly looked at me, his eyes containing a dare for me to even try as
Mark proceeded to climb on top of the still unconscious Tammy.
I stepped forward and reached out to stop Mark from mounting her. As I
expected, Craig attempted to physically prevent me, but only ended up flat on
his back.
"Mark, you're not going to fuck her like that," I said grabbing his six incher
like a handle and preventing him from completing the penetration he had started.
"You're going to have to get off an.."
"LET ME GO fucker!" he said, swiping his fingernail across my left cheek.
"Son of a bitch," I said, realizing I was bleeding where he had scratched me.
In a flare of my temper, I made Mark scramble off Tammy and run out to get some
toilet paper to stop the bleeding he caused. Craig had by then recovered from
my mental punch and was fighting his desire to continue where Mark had left off.
He wasn't sure what had happened, but he realized I wasn't going to let them do
anything to Tammy.
Just as Mark slipped back into the room with the strip of toilet paper, I woke
Tammy to tease them a little before we had to leave.
"I am yours to command, Master," Tammy said instantly.
"Tammy, I'm going to go and finish lunch and get a sandwich or something for you
to eat in the car. This is Craig and Mark. I'd like for you to tell them some
of your hot lesbian stories while I'm gone. Don't let them touch you. If they
try, you have my permission to yank their balls off, understand?"
"Yes Master," she cooed.
I stayed for a few more minutes listening to Tammy begin her erotic story
telling. Both Craig and Mark were too involved in Tammy's words and actions to
even notice me going over to the hidden camera, pushing the stop button and
ejecting the tape. When I finally left the room, the three were openly
masturbating as Tammy's words cast the two guys into a sexual daydream they
would never forget.
"What took you so long?" Holly asked suspiciously at the entrance to the hall.
"I was coming to go find you."
"Mark and Craig found Tammy, but I've taken care of things. Tammy's just
telling them a few stories to entertain them."
"Hmmph. I bet she does more than just tell stories," she said as we walked back
to the table.
Everyone else was done but me, but I made short work of what was left of my
Sloppy Joe, then motioned to Brian I wanted to talk privately with him.
"Brian, you're going to have to watch yourself around your brothers. They're
going to get more and more secretive about things, and it's probably best if you
don't try to get nosy about it. You'll understand someday, and I'm pretty sure
they will let you in on it if you want. But not yet. So don't, like, go in
their rooms without knocking and stuff, okay?"
"Why are you on their side?" he said surprised. "I haven't even done anything
yet."
"I know. Just.. Look, if I show you why you shouldn't, do you think you can
keep it to yourself?"
"Yeah," Brian instantly replied.
"I'm going to hold you to that," I said as I led him towards the room.
I started to opened the door slowly, but once I recognized the sound of a mouth
sucking a dick, I flung it open and groaned.
"I thought I said nobody touches anyone else," I said interrupting the blowjob
Tammy was giving Mark.
"I'm sorry, Master. I thought you meant I could touch them, just they couldn't
touch me," Tammy said hanging her head.
"Come on, let her finish, please?" Mark begged.
"Why?" Brian said with a evil grin. "Doesn't Craig do it good enough for ya?"
We all stared at Brian with astonishment, and he started turning red.
But then he added, "It's not like I never saw mom giving Rick one, and you two
do it more than they do. Does it feel that good?"
"Yeah," Mark said. "It does."
"Well, you guys will just have work it out on your own," I said. "It's time to
leave, Tammy. Please lay down on the bed."
"Yes, Master," she said with a hint of remorse.
"I told you I should have gone first," Craig said angrily to Mark. "I still
haven't gotten a blow job."
The thought suddenly occurred to me that if Craig was desperate enough, he might
try and force Brian into blowing him after we leave. Apparently everyone
expected their parents to fuck afterwards, and that would be the ideal time for
Craig to try something.
"Craig, if Tammy gave you a blow job, would you promise on your happy sack that
you'll leave Brian alone?"
"Uhm, yeah. Anything," Craig said softly.
"Hey, what about me?" Mark said. "I'm going to have blue balls if someone
doesn't blow me."
"I'll do it," Craig said as his dick jumped.
"Shit, Craig. I knew you watched that one with mom, dad and uncle Peter too
many times. You're turning into a fucking queer."
"Fuck you. Go and jerk off then. And don't ask me to do it again either,"
Craig said hurt.
"Uhm, I don't have to watch, do I?" Brian asked me.
"Nah. Go do what you want. Oh, and tell Holly we'll be ready in a few minutes.
This won't take long."
As Tammy slipped Craig's four and a half inch boner into her mouth, I did a more
in-depth scan of Craig's mind. The video with his father and uncle messing
around hadn't been the only bisexual porno he had seen, but it had been his
first, and it had given him a new perspective on things. The fact that his
father had given his older uncle a blowjob before fucking him in the ass had
first given Craig the idea of blowing his brother, and since then had allowed
his lust for his brother to grow.
Craig was finding it more and more difficult to keep his desires hidden from
Mark, and even though Mark had talked about doing more than just getting a
blowjob, Craig wasn't about to try anything else, especially since Mark hadn't
even attempted to blow him.
Craig was breathing heavily with his eyes closed and mouth open while Tammy
worked slowly on his cock. While I was examining the details of Craig's
fantasies concerning Mark, Mark suddenly dived between Tammy's legs and
attempted to do a little tongue work.
I stopped him, but before I even said a word, Craig said, "Mark, let me suck
you! Please?"
Mark tore free from my grasp, and moments later was standing over Tammy with his
dick buried inside Craig's sucking mouth. I was fairly turned on by all this,
so I began to manipulate their arousal and pleasure to fit my own mood and
needs.
I quickly motivated them to try a little face fucking, and as Craig got the hang
of it, Mark started to gasp and pant from the new sensations. His mind was
floating away from reality, unconsciously planning to make fucking Craig's mouth
a daily exercise. Craig's happiness didn't really matter to him. All he wanted
was to get off the best way he knew how.
I couldn't see anything I could do to help their situation out that didn't mean
seriously altering them. So all I did was make sure Brian would be safe from
their horniness, and once both Mark and Craig had cum, I got Tammy dressed and
had her cooling off the car while Holly and I made our goodbyes.
I hadn't really believed it when I told Brian I'd come visit him again someday.
But not only did I visit him again, I changed his and his step-brother's lives
forever.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 3 - Best Friends
(mc mf)
Holly had noticed the lump in my shorts after I had brought Tammy out, but had
waited to say something until we were on the highway.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you let them have their way with her."
"If you didn't know better."
"So what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything, but you were right about her doing more than just tell
them stories. I walked in on Tammy giving one of them a blow job and stopped
it," I said, omitting the rest of what happened.
"I wish we could bring her real self out," Holly sighed. "I could really use
another girl to talk to."
"Uhm, I've been meaning to talk to you about that," I said. "I'm not really
sure which Tammy is the real Tammy."
"What do you mean? That slave bit isn't the real Tammy. It couldn't be."
"Okay, the master slave bit is not really her, but I'm not so sure about the
rest. I mean, I think they are both the real Tammy. Like different parts of
her. And the Tammy we've been talking to the past day has all Tammy's memories
and knowledge. I think once the slave commands have been removed, whatever is
left will be the real Tammy. The point is, if you want to talk to her, you
might as well do it now. Maybe you'll find something out I can't."
"But.." she said before letting out a deep sigh.
A good ten minutes passed before she suddenly exclaimed, "OKAY! Wake her up so
I can talk to her!"
"Shit, Holly. Do that again and I won't have to wake her up," I exaggerated.
"Hey, you know what? I just thought of something. Yeah. That will work.
Okay, wakey wakey, Tammy."
Tammy opened her eyes and stretched, then after looking over at me she looked at
Holly and said in a bewildered voice, "Who's driving the car?"
"What?" Holly said. "What do you mean who? Tim is."
"He is?" Tammy said looking at me blankly. "But there isn't anyone there.."
"She can't see me or hear me, Holly," I said smiling. "Don't talk to me. If
she really starts to think I'm here, then she'll be ripping her clothes off
again."
"Oh. Ah, the car is being remote controlled. You know, Tim's dad is rich and,
ah, well, you know," Holly stuttered out.
"Oh," Tammy said very disappointed.
After several minutes of silence where Holly almost said something before she
chickened out, I said, "Come on, Holly. You wanted to talk, so talk. She is
still your friend, no matter how she acts."
Holly let out another sigh, then turned around to look at Tammy and said,
"Tammy, what's wrong?"
"He doesn't like me, does he?" she said in a quivering voice.
I rolled my eyes up and shook my head, wishing I had never made her think I was
her master.
"Sure he likes you," Holly said trying not to look at me. "He's just trying to
keep me happy by not using you like a doll."
"But I WANT him to use me like a doll," she said with some conviction. "Holly,
PLEASE tell him it's okay?"
"Why, Tammy? I don't understand you any more. You used to be so careful.
Remember when we bet on who would keep their virginity the longest? You won
that bet, remember? I still can't believe.."
"Oh, but it feels so GOOD! I wanted to share that with you so much. I'm sorry
for trying to trick you. I only wanted to make you happy, and make him happy
too. You haven't as much as had a date since Justin.. I just thought you could
use some good sex.."
"Good sex? You call being made a happy nymphomaniac the cure for getting over
Justin? I've forgotten all about him. I've just been busy with Beany being
mine now, and.. And.."
I felt Holly holding back something that she didn't want to say in front of me.
But she didn't have to say it.
"You only wanted to have sex with Him again, didn't you," Tammy said softly.
"Holly, don't you think I know all that? You talked about Him like He was some
kind of super lover, but you never gave me any details about what exactly you
two did, and Justin hurt me just as much as he hurt you when he left for someone
new. If it wasn't for my old master making me his, I don't know what I would
have done. But now.. Now I have no worries. He tells me what to do, and I do
it knowing I'm making him happy. And making him happy makes me happy.. Can't
you see how much better it is?"
"But you wanted to have sex with me. Did you feel that way before he made you
like that?"
"No, but that's because I felt it was gross and ugly. But it isn't, Holly.
It's wonderful. I wish I could show you, but I know you wouldn't like it unless
He made you like it."
I kind of tuned the conversation out at that point. I knew Holly wasn't going
to find anything out that I didn't already suspect or knew, so I let my mind
wander to make time slip away faster.
After a while, Holly got tired of being turned half way around in her seat and
climbed in the back to talk more comfortably. They were simply talking girl
talk, both of them almost forgetting how things were different between them now
that Holly knew about Tammy's other life.
I sent Tammy back into snoozeville when I got off the highway so I could talk to
Holly about what was to come. Unfortunately, all Holly wanted to do was discuss
her own personal conclusions of what Tammy's condition was, and I didn't try to
stop her because she felt she was helping Tammy that way.
When I drove through the front gate of the North mansion, I finally relaxed my
mental guard against the possibility that Tammy's master would some how locate
her. Holly was suddenly very quiet as we pulled up to the two level garage, her
attention captured by my father's helicopter resting on its pad just outside the
front of the mansion. She never even noticed the two nude women walking across
the lawn in the back. And before she could get a chance to, I pulled into the
opening garage door leading to the air conditioned level of the garage.
"I'll have my dad's mechanic Randy work on the girls while we take care of
Tammy," I said as I put the car into park and shut off the engine. "Uhm,
Holly?"
"Hmm?" she said, noticing Randy's muscular form at the other end of the garage.
"Hey," I said, turning her head towards me with my hand.
I didn't pull my hand away from her cheek as she looked in my eyes, and I
suddenly felt a strong sense of affection flowing between us. I rubbed her soft
cheek and then moved my hand up to the side of her head to stroke her hair. Her
gaze never left my face, and finally she knelt forward to plant a kiss on my
lips.
The kiss was short but full of emotion, and after finishing our kiss, Holly
wrapped her arms around me and hugged me a few minutes while I continued to
stroke her hair.
"I love you," she sighed. "I can't stop thinking about how strong my feelings
are about you. I never felt this way with Justin or anyone."
"Oh, Holly.." I sighed back. "I love you too. But there are things you don't
know about me and my family that might change the way you feel about me."
"What do you mean?" she said sitting up disturbed.
"Well, for starters, my mom and I kinda like don't usually wear clothes in the
house. My dad usually wears a robe, but not always. And my dad has a lot of
servants who don't wear any clothes either."
"Shit. Well, as long as no one expects me to go without clothes, I guess I
could handle others not wearing any."
"Yeah, I'm sure you can handle that and a lot more. But.. You're going to see
a lot of girls your age and older who only want to serve my dad any way they
can. They're not quite as bad as Tammy, but almost. And you might be offered
your own male servant who will be a lot better looking than Randy or me."
"Why are you telling me all this now?" she said a little frustrated. "I
expected most of this from what you said before. You made it clear you didn't
go for what your dad does."
"I know, and I know you wouldn't have lost your head if I didn't mention it, but
I just felt I needed to warn you anyway. I know my dad pretty good. He's going
to have his way with Tammy."
"Well, you'll just have to make sure he doesn't," Holly replied sternly.
"I figured you'd say that," I sighed. "But there's something you still don't
understand about me, and I'm not sure how you're going to take it."
"What? You're not going to tell me you're married, because I know you're not.
You're not gay.. What else could there be?" she asked half serious like. But
then the half smile disappeared as it occurred to her, and in a softer voice she
asked, "Is it another woman?"
I looked her in the eyes and she knew that's what it was without me having to
say it. I felt her energy drain away from her spirit as she realized I had been
hinting at that all along. She just hadn't wanted to believe it and had
ignored it until now.
"Holly, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it's not just another girl,
but my best friend too. The three of us are kind of.. I love them with all my
heart. I want to help them recover so bad... But just being in the same room
with them makes them go nuts with emotions..."
"I don't understand," Holly interrupted. "Recover from what?"
"Lets take our stuff to the house and I'll explain on the way," I said before
giving her a peck on the cheek.
I woke Tammy up and once Tammy stripped her clothes off in a hurry, the three of
us carried our luggage as far as the door of the garage before the five servants
intercepted us and took them from us.
"Master, is this your palace?" Tammy said in her best sexy voice.
"Uhm, it's my dad's mansion, actually," I said, trying to not look at her perky
tits as the saliva she had just rubbed on the nipples made the tips stand out.
"Holly, please?" Tammy whined.
"What?" I asked, having a good idea what.
"But Tammy, I.. It doesn't matter, though, does it. Nothing matters anymore,"
Holly said sadly.
My eyes locked onto Holly's, and an instant later the empathic connection
formed. I felt the heartbrokenness she had been hiding from me, and I was
starting to realize how far her feelings for me had progressed during the time
we had been together, when Holly somehow closed the link and started to hurry
back the way we came.
"Holly," I cried as she broke out into a run when she entered the garage. I
felt her tears and emotions riding out of her as she searched for someplace to
hide and cry. I wasn't sure what to do. If I went after her and tried to
comfort her, she would always hate herself for letting someone see her in that
state. She prided herself on being unshakable. But at the same time, I would
never forgive myself if I didn't do something to help her.
I followed her cloudy mind and was surprised as she was when Randy suddenly
appeared in front of her. Holly's defenses went up immediately, and if it
hadn't been for the dampness around her eyes, Randy wouldn't have known anything
was wrong.
When Randy realized she was upset, he immediately asked her if she knew anything
about engines. My jaw dropped from his brilliant idea to distract her from her
troubles with something he knew she must know a lot about.
Randy was the mechanic who had found the cracks in Midge's engine block, and I
guess I had spent a lot of time talking about Holly and Beany as we worked on
her. Randy was one of those truly gifted mechanics, and had been my dad's
personal mechanic ever since he had graduated from high school three years
prior. While living in my dad's mansion and working as many hours as my dad
needed, he was allowed to go to school to get his mechanics degree/certification
and live his life the way he wished. He had managed to keep his high school
girlfriend for a whole year before they went their separate ways, and since then
had discovered my dad allows his slaves to freely have sex with each other.
While he was very happy with the sex he now received, he missed the chase and
the intimacy he had with his old girlfriend.
I figured he knew what he was doing when he convinced Holly to show him how
Beany's engine was different from Midge's, but before closing the lock on his
mind, I made sure he wouldn't try anything, especially after finding him
checking her ass out.
"Tammy," I said as we started walking again. "Have you ever been in love? I
mean, real love?"
"I love you, master," she said with emotion.
"Tammy, you don't even know me. I meant the kind of love that you found on your
own, not forced on you. Did you love Justin?"
"I don't think so. No, not Justin. But I do love you, master."
"I know you do," I sighed.
We were met at the elevator by my dad and the twins, and after giving Tammy a
quick kiss which she tried to extend into a tongue fest, I let my dad take her
to the study while the twins and I went to check on Joey.
The twins had worked out a way to shield my presence from Joey enough that I
could approach his room without him knowing it. Apparently it had been my own
emotions which he had picking up on rather than his small telepathic abilities
sensing me. I was even able to look in the door to see him watching TV with my
mom, and he never suspected anything was up when my mom saw me and left him to
speak with me.
"You're dressed," I said when we were safely out of earshot.
"I had to put clothes on to keep him from getting flash backs of when he had me
under his control. Where's Holly? I thought she was coming home with you?"
"She's, uhm, helping Randy with the two girls."
"The two girls?"
"Midge and Beany."
"Oh, I see," she said, not really meaning it. "I take it your father has the
other one?"
"Yeah, but he promised not to do anything until I'm there too. How is he?"
My mom brought us to a stop and faced me straight on.
"I don't want to get you all excited, but he's starting to act like his old
self. He really went through a lot of grieving last night. I think the worst
is over, and he's been asking about you a little."
"Me? What did he ask?"
"Well, like what you were doing, and if you were mad at him for what he did.
He's having a lot of trouble keeping what Steven made him do and what he wanted
to do separate, and he's feels guilty for all of it."
"Can I see him? Can I talk to him yet?" I asked staring back the way we came.
"Give him a little more time, dear. He's not ready to handle that yet. About a
half an hour ago he had another fit of rage from watching Tom and Jerry. I had
to change the channel to the Muppets to keep him from getting violent. He still
very unstable."
"Have you heard from Suzi's folks?" I said finally looking at her face.
"Of course I have. Don't get your hopes up, but Betty mentioned you might be
able to go see her for a little while tomorrow. She thought maybe you'd like to
have dinner with them, but also said that you may have to leave on a moment's
notice if she felt Suzi couldn't handle it."
Without another word I dashed to the nearest phone and called Suzi's house. To
my great disappointment, nobody answered the phone, and by the time I gave up,
my mom had returned to Joey's room, and the twins had wandered off.
My heart felt weighted down, and after checking on Holly and finding her having
a good time dissecting Beany and Midge with Randy, I finally joined my dad in
the study.
"Master!" Tammy joyously exclaimed.
"Tim, you've been abusing her!" my dad said with unhidden anger. "Damn it, boy.
Haven't you learned you can't just let a slave go without giving them the
fucking they've been programmed to want? She's practically in a state of
depression!"
"I know. But I made a promise to Holly, and... Shit, Dad. I would have made
one miserable no matter what I did."
"Well promise, or no promise. If you don't fuck her, I will. I can't get
anything from her mind with her in need like this. She so fucking horny!"
"I can't fuck her, and neither can you.. But.." I said, looking in Tammy's lust
filled eyes. "Maybe there is a way."
I spent a good fifteen minutes trying to talk Holly into swapping bodies again,
but instead of agreeing, she just gave up and told me to do it myself. After
spending another ten minutes making sure she meant it (more for her sake than
mine) I closed the thought channel and turned towards the masturbating playboy
centerfold who called me Master.
It must have been all over my face, for the moment I looked at her, she knew.
She crawled over to me and without any hesitation planted her tongue inside my
mouth and proceeded to french me for all I was worth.
I was surprised to find my hardon pressing against her bare belly, not realizing
she had already pulled down my shorts. Once my shirt was off, she licked her
way from my mouth, down to my cock, then after making sure it was thoroughly wet
with her spit, she worked her way back up to my mouth before mounting me in a
quick stroke.
Even without my empathic sense I would have been thoroughly aroused beyond the
ability to resist fucking her like I did. But my empathic sense were fully
functional, amplifying my own lust and desire with hers, pushing me to fuck
harder, faster, the need to fuck so overwhelming, so desperate, need to fuck,
driven to fuck, nothing better than to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...
That's when I felt it for the first time. Tammy suddenly felt horribly wrong to
me. Her mind, her body's movements, and her emotions were all empty shells,
while her soul felt trapped inside another shell. It felt cold, heartless, and
utterly.. wrong. Her emotions were empty of life, her movements were forced and
unnatural, and the skin which had moments before been hot with passion now felt
as dead and rancid as a corpse.
I shrieked with horror and was out from underneath her in a flash. I fell off
the side into the study's 'ring' before I scrambled to my feet and tried to get
a hold of myself. My dad and Tammy both watched me in complete astonishment as
I hugged myself fighting off the last few shudders, then as I looked at Tammy's
desperate face, I felt it hit me again in the face.
"I.. I.. Dad, do what you have to. I can't anymore.. Oh God. I think I'm
going to be sick," then I ran out of the study trying to escape the horrible
dead feeling I kept getting from Tammy.
No sooner had I walked off my queasiness that I felt it rise up again as a maid
walked by with a sexy walk. I quickened my pace once she passed by, but then I
felt I was approaching two more and altered my course.
The more I tried to avoid the other servants, the more trapped I felt. I
literally was surrounded by the horrible dead feeling they all seemed to emit.
Imagine suddenly finding yourself in your home with everyone you met in the
halls having died and risen from the grave. All the girls wanted to fuck me
with their rotting bodies, and the guys were all willing to stop whatever they
were doing to assist me in any way they could, just like a zombie in the
presence of their master.
I was running down the main hall terrified, and almost tossed my cookies when
grandma poked her head out the elevator to see who was making all that noise.
She was like death himself staring at me through those gray eyes, and when I
turned around screaming, I ran right into a wall which apparently had decided I
needed some sense knocked into me and provided me with the means to do so.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting up shaking my head, then while I was
rubbing my smushed nose, I heard the elevator ding.
A shiver ran down my body as I recalled the source of my terror a few minutes
before, and if my legs hadn't been tangled up in themselves, I probably would
have been fleeing when my mother stepped out.
"Tim, what's wrong? Why were you so terrified?" she said as I rushed towards
her.
I hugged my mommy like she was Teddy, and the comfort of her hugging me back
while keeping me safe from harm washed my jitters away.
"Timmy, what is going on?" she said softly. "Did someone try to take your mind
over?"
"No.. I was.. All the slaves feel horribly wrong to me.." I said before
catching a glimpse of Joey looking out of the elevator.
"Hi," Joey said timidly. "You okay?"
I was so surprised to see him, I couldn't even respond. I just stood there with
my arms still clutching my mom looking at Joey like he had painted himself red
and was claiming to be an apple.
"Joey, why don't you go back up to your room while I talk to.."
"No, please?" I said tearing my eyes off him and looking up at her face. "I'm
okay. Really. I just got overwhelmed by something new I felt from Tammy."
"Uhm, maybe I should go back," Joey said, reaching for the button.
Without a word, I leapt into elevator just as the doors were starting to close,
and just caught a glimpse of my mom's face before the doors shut her out.
"Shit," Joey said startled. Then with an apologetic look he said "I wasn't
sure you would want to even look at me."
"You kidding? It's been hell not being able to get near you, let alone see you.
Can I.. Can I just give you a hug to know you're really real?" I said in a
shaky voice.
"I guess," he said in an equally shaky voice.
The elevator doors opened at that moment, and we both sort of looked at each
other waiting to see whether we should get out first. We stalled so long that
the doors shut again, and before we could reopen them, the elevator started
going back down to pick my mom up.
By the time they opened again, we were giving each other the biggest hug we
could manage without causing each other discomfort. My mom didn't get in the
elevator, but instead she reached in and pushed the button for the upper floor.
We broke apart when the doors opened again, and we walked out with goofy grins
on our faces as we made our way towards the bedrooms.
"I think I remember this place a little better," Joey said as we turned a
corner. "Your room is down this way, isn't it?"
"Yeah," I said with a lump in my throat. "You want to go and check it out?"
"Sure. I'm kind of tired of my own room."
After we reached my room, we sat down on the bed while he absorbed his
surroundings. Then suddenly I felt a pulse of shock from Joey that almost made
me jump to my feet.
"What's the mat.." I said, following his eyes to the painting of him entering my
ass for the first time.
Joey's gaze was locked on that painting while his mind was going three hundred
miles an hour. I felt his emotions starting to fly apart, and I braced myself
for things to get very difficult. But it didn't quite happen that way.
"So we did do that kind of stuff.." Joey said in a strong but unthreatening
voice. "Was I gay?"
"No! You're not gay. I'm not either. You don't remember that?"
"All I really remember is what I did... as Joseph, and some stuff you and I did
for fun before that, some which was with Suzi. But I thought I hadn't done it
before Steven made me have sex with people. I don't know what to think now. Do
we do it a lot?"
"No. We did it with girls a lot more, and you never did it with another guy but
me. We're like... like brothers but closer. We only did it to make each other
feel good, and because we loved each other enough to try it."
"Would it hurt you to know I don't think I ever want to again?" he said quietly.
"Joey, I love you. I don't care if we never have sex. I just want you to be
yourself again. I'm not saying I won't miss it a little, but it isn't important
right now."
"But it is important. It's important to me. I feel like I have two different
people inside me. One is saying it's gross, it's bad, it's wrong, while the
other is wanting it, craving it, needing it. I thought it was something Steven
did to me to make me that way, but now..."
"I'm sorry, Joey," I said getting up and standing in the way of his view of the
painting. "Maybe we should go back to your room."
Joey's eyes fell to my crotch, and I could feel surges of lust and disgust
flowing through him. But I also could feel his determination, and I realized he
was purposely making himself face the chaos he was experiencing. He was
attempting to desensitize himself to his wildly fluctuating emotions, and I was
amazed by how strong his will was to just remain sitting there and stare.
After about ten or so minutes, Joey finally looked up at me and smiled weakly.
"I just remembered our first jerk off session," he said lowering his eyes down
to neutral territory.
"Yeah?" I said, sitting down next to him again. "Remember that Penthouse we were
both looking at? I still have that one somewhere."
Something about my mentioning the Penthouse magazine disturbed him, and for a
moment I thought he was going to breakdown and cry. But instead he sighed and
scooted back on the bed to stretch out and lay down. I was about to do the same
when he pulled his hardon out and started beating his meat.
I was in the mists of deciding whether or not I should ask him why he was doing
that in front of me when he started to cum. His cock shot out four long and
powerful strands of cum, all landing on his chest and belly before his shudders
and shakes scattered his aim and the last two went off the side. Then as his
dick stopped pulsing and his gasps settled down, Joey did something I never
would have believed he would ever do. He scooped up a finger full of his cum
and sucked it into his mouth noisily.
"What?" Joey asked when he noticed my shocked face. "My balls were hurting, and
I remembered you and I talking about how to cure that. Man, that was awesome.
It hadn't felt that good for a long time. You want some?" he said, offering a
finger full to me.
"Joey.. You NEVER liked tasting cum. You threw up the first time you tasted
mine, and that was because Suzi had used your body to do it."
"Oh... I just wondered what it tasted like.." he said with a distant voice. "I
think I remember you.. You making me want to suck you?"
"Yeah, but only because you didn't believe me I could. I didn't want to, but
you and Suzi talked me into it just to prove... What's the matter?"
"Where's my mom and dad?" he said looking in my eyes. Even without my empathic
senses telling me, I knew he suddenly felt vulnerable and somewhat scared. If
not for himself, but for his parents.
"They're asleep, Joey. They won't wake up until you're ready to wake one of
them, and then maybe they will wake the other, or maybe you'll have to wake them
both. Uhm, Joey? Do you remember anything about Sarah?"
"Sarah.. Yeah! She's my sister.. Or was. Shit. Yeah, I remember," he said in
a down voice.
I quickly decided it was too soon to talk to him about what we had found, so I
got on the bed next to him and waited for him to say something.
Several minutes passed before Joey said, "Do you think Suzi will ever feel
comfortable around me again?"
"Huh? Sure she will. Suzi knows you weren't yourself."
"Yeah, but.. You don't know how powerful these feelings are. And how hard it
is to tell if they are my real feelings or not," he said before sighing. "I
think Suzi won't be able to help feeling strange when she's around me for a
while. I mean, I keep getting flashes of hitting you with my fists, and that
makes me feel really strange laying next to you. I think I beat you up pretty
bad.."
"You didn't. Joseph did. You may have his memories, and maybe even a little
bit of his personality, but as far as I am concerned, Joseph is dead. Long live
Joey, okay? I'm positive Suzi will see it that way too. Now stop worrying
about it."
"Timmy?" Joey said a few minutes later with a shaky voice. "I can't stop
thinking about what I did, and how much Suzi and you mean to me. No matter what
you say, I did what I did and I know loved doing it when I did it. But now...
I'm sorry.. I'm really really sorry..."
At that point, Joey started crying right where he laid. I pulled him towards me
and welcomed his arms wrapping around me as he continued his sobbing on my
chest. My own tears were flowing by then, a mixture of happy and sad tears as
my emotions rose and fell with the surges of Joey's grief and my joy.
I knew Joey was gonna be okay, and with that bit of knowledge, I felt like half
of my soul had been restored. Now all that was left was the other half.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 4 - Enough Love For Everyone
(mf)
"I hope you two remember which piece goes to which helicopter," I said as I ran
my eyes across the parts scattered all over the garage.
"I can tell the difference," Holly said walking up to me while wiping her hands
on the borrowed white coveralls she had on. They were already streaked with
oil, grease, and grime on them, so a little more didn't matter.
What did matter was the fact she had a smile on her face, and when she reached
me, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a nice kiss.
"I take it you feel better?" I said feeling the warm feeling she was emitting.
"I always feel better after working on Beany, and Randy is a good listener.
I'll get over ya," she said. Then with a grin, she added "And then we'll see
who's the miserable one."
"Where is Randy?" I asked, not sensing him in the garage.
"He went to get us something to eat," she said. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Yeah. But I wanted to see if you would like to eat with me and meet Joey and
my mom."
"What about Tammy?" she said with the last remains of her smile fading.
"She's with my dad still. Don't give me that look. If you want her to be her
old self again, you're going to have to let my dad do what he thinks best. I
trust him," I said, not really sure if I meant it.
"All right. But if I go eat with you, what about Randy? Can he eat with us
too?"
"Sure, if he wants," I said reaching out to find his mind. "Uhm, Holly.. He
kinda got side-tracked by one of his, er, roommates. I don't think he's gonna
be making it to dinner."
"Oh.. That's okay. He said he might be a while before he came back because of
something he had to do first. Just let him know I'm going to go eat with you,
okay?"
"Okay. Done. Uhm, you do have your clothes on under that, don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do," she said while struggling to undo the fasteners on her
overalls. By the time she had taken her protective clothing off, I had finished
walking around the garage inspecting the pairs of parts from the twin
helicopters.
While Holly still was feeling a bit hurt, she didn't let it show as we made our
way to the dining room. We were about half way there when our conversation hit
a quiet spot, and for a few minutes we walked in silence.
I couldn't prevent my empathic senses from feeling every emotion running through
her. All of a sudden I felt the need to hug her, an instinct of some kind
telling me it would be the best answer to her problems, or at least help her for
the moment.
She resisted me initially, complaining she was hungry and wanted to eat. But
once I had my arms around her, she took a deep breath, moved into the hug and
let me hold her while I kissed the side of her head and told her how special she
was to my life.
We only spent about ten minutes leaning against the wall before we broke apart
and continued on our way. We were still holding hands when we arrived at the
dinning room. I only remember that fact because when she saw the image of my
mom made out of light on the wall, Holly nearly ripped my arm out pulling me
towards her and asking if I saw it.
Once Holly got over her shock, introductions were made and we sat down to eat.
Joey and my mom had already started, and I had a distinct feeling Holly was
rather upset that every one was dressed. Or not upset, just disappointed. She
was getting used to experiencing new things, and sitting down at the dinner
table with a bunch of nudes would have definitely fit in that category.
Dinner wasn't all that fun for me. Every time I talked to Joey or Holly, I
found the other's mind wandering from not finding the conversation interesting.
My mom helped out a lot, but it felt so strange going back and forth like that,
unable to find some common ground.
The three of us were heading for the TV room to watch a movie when Holly asked
about Tammy again.
"Tammy? Tammy who?" Joey said without any real interest.
"Tim's dad is trying to turn her back to normal after some guy made her his
toy," Holly answered before I could. "Hey, wait a second. I thought it was his
sister you were looking for. Why didn't you tell..."
She didn't finish her question when she noticed my pained expression, and just
as it clicked in Joey's head, Holly realized she shouldn't have said it.
"What does she mean you're looking for my sister?" Joey said with heavy emotion.
"Sarah's dead, isn't she?"
"Joey, we don't know anything for sure yet," I said as I avoided his eyes.
"Just don't worry about it until you're back to nor.."
"Fuck normal! Is Sarah dead or not?! Tell me!" Joey demanded as his
desperation and hope fought for control.
"We don't know! Okay? We think she's still alive, but we don't know! Shit,
Joey. You're not ready for this yet. You're shaking all over and..." I said as
he started to wobble.
Holly and I tried to get him to sit down, but he wouldn't have any part of it.
Some how he managed to stay on his feet long enough to reach the TV room, then
all three of us collapsed on the sofa.
Despite my better judgment, Joey dragged the whole story out of the two of us.
But after a while, I realized perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing. Joey started
feeling like his old self to me. His attention was focused on the possibility
that his sister was alive instead of the disturbing urges and memories that kept
popping into his head. The death of his sister had been the first tragic event
of his life, and his feelings about it ran much deeper than the things Steven
had done to him.
By the time Joey was satisfied that we had told him everything we knew, Holly
was struggling to stay awake, and I was kind of tired myself.
"Am I sleeping here tonight?" Holly asked after a yawn.
"Where else would you sleep?" I said, laying my head against hers.
"At home, Remember? What is it, a half an hour drive to the park?"
"From here its more like an hour and a half, and your parent's place is almost
two hours. I didn't think you'd want to leave without Tammy anyway."
"Oh, I'm not planning on it," she said yawning again. "I'm just trying to get
you to tell me where my room is without having to ask you, that's all."
"Ah," I said grinning. "Well, that depends on whether or not you want to sleep
alone or not."
"I'm so tired I don't think it will matter. Let's try separate beds tonight so
we both can get some sleep."
"Okay," I said, not wanting to push the issue.
Joey didn't even seem to notice when we got up and told him good night. I could
feel his mind struggling to recall everything he could about his sister, and
found he had made fairly good progress there. I was about to ask him if he had
heard us, but decided otherwise and left quietly with Holly to show her to a
guest room.
After a gentle good night kiss with Holly, I walked back to my room alone,
recalling the day's events with a sense of detachment.
I was surprised to find Joey waiting for me in my room, but didn't have to ask
what was on his mind. Despite the fact that both of us were tired, we spent
half the night just talking in bed, Joey having found he could force his
memories to come back if he tried to think about them.
I must have drifted off while he was concentrating at one point, and woke to the
familiar feeling of a twin's mouth on my hard cock. Joey was getting some of
the same, but after the girls had brought us off, Joey and I both rolled onto
our stomachs and went right back to sleep. We had learned a long time ago that
was the only way to stop the twins from forcing us to get up when they wanted
to, er, play.
"Hey, sleepy head," Holly's voice said several hours later and disrupting a
dream that I instantly forgot what it had been about.
"Hey, yourself," I said automatically. I opened my eyes and looked at her a
moment, then I had to rub my eyes before taking another look. "Uhm, why you
naked?" I blundered out.
"I had a dream last night," she said, crawling in between me and the stirring
Joey.
"A dream?" I said suspiciously.
"Don't worry.. I'm pretty sure it was my own dream and not someone else's," she
said cuddling up to me under the sheet. "I have a favor to ask you that you
will probably think I'm nuts to ask. But I've thought about it for a couple of
hours..."
"What is it?" I said softly as she stroked my chest.
"Tammy dared me to let you make me your slave for a day. I'm not willing to go
for a whole day like that, but for a couple of hours wouldn't..."
"A slave?" I said sitting up. "Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure," she said making me lay back down and climbing on top of me.
"Tammy dared me, and it bothers me that she felt I would never go for it. You
know I'm a dare devil, but Tammy's the one who always tried to play it safe.
But now.."
"Come on. You're not really letting her dare you into doing this, are you?"
"No, of course not. It's just I don't understand her anymore. Your dad brought
her to my room this morning really early. He said she's as normal as she's
going to be. You were right about her. She's not a slave anymore, but she
still wants to do it all the time."
"I'm sorry Holly. I hoped I was wrong. But you don't really believe you
becoming a slave for an hour or two is going to fix her problems, do you?"
"No, but... I want to help her, Tim. She's my best friend, and has been nearly
all my life. I thought of killing myself when she stole Justin away from me.
Then he dumped her, and we made up because of it. But ever since she went away
to college, I've felt like there was a wall between us. Now that I know what
the wall is, I can't think of any other way to get past it. Tim... She was
talking about becoming a prostitute... I can't let that happen. But I have to
understand what she went through to help her get back to normal. You'd do it
for Joey, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I would," I said, looking Joey in the eyes for more than a
moment. "But Holly.. I can't do it to you, not even to help Tammy. I'm not
sure if this was a one time thing or not, but.. When I tried to do it with
Tammy yesterday, I felt how.. corrupted she was."
"Corrupted?" Joey and Holly said at the same time.
"Okay, not corrupted, but.. I don't know how else to describe it. She felt
like she wasn't really alive.. no, that's not it either.. All I know is she
felt WRONG to me. Unnatural. It scared the hell out of me," I said fighting
the creepy crawly feeling I had. "That's why my mom came to find me,
yesterday," I added to Joey.
Holly and I argued for several minutes, Joey wisely deciding to stay out of it
and left to go eat breakfast.
Holly can be as stubborn as a mule, but in this instance I was more stubborn. I
cheated in a sense by recreating how it felt and sharing it with her, but I have
to give her credit. It didn't upset her like I thought it should have. In
fact, I think what made her give up was seeing how rattled I was afterwards.
Neither of us was in the mood to take advantage of us being in bed alone and
already nude. And I could tell she wasn't comfortable about her nudity,
especially when we crossed the hall to see Tammy.
Tammy was sound asleep on top of the covers nude, an erotic yet innocent sight
to behold.
"The one thing I hate about going nude is you can't hide it when you get wood,"
I said to Holly after she gave me a look of frustration.
"I think she and your dad were up all night," Holly said in a hushed voice.
"I'd hate to wake her."
"Then don't," I said sitting down on the edge of the bed next to Tammy. "She
looks so peaceful like this," I whispered as I stroked her soft cheek gently.
Holly got down on her knees and laid her chin on the edge of the bed closest to
Tammy's face. I felt the same feelings of worry and hope coming from Holly as I
had been feeling for Joey and Suzi for the past month. I stopped caressing
Tammy's cheek and for a few minutes and simply let my feelings for Holly build
as I watched her.
At some point she noticed my stare and glanced up only to be captured in an
empathic linking that I wasn't trying to form. She rose while I bent over, and
in moments we were in each others arms locked in a heartfelt kiss.
After several minutes of kissing and rubbing, Holly forced me on my back which
resulted in waking Tammy since she was immediately behind me.
My first thought was that the fun was over and prepared to sit back up, but
after Tammy's legs got out of the way, I found Holly's mouth on my right nipple,
and moments later Tammy's on my left.
My legs were still hanging over the edge of the bed, so once I got over the
small shock that Holly was letting Tammy join in, I managed to wiggle out from
under them long enough to get on the bed properly.
The two girls had just finished whispering something when I looked over at them,
and so I expected something interesting to happen. To my surprise, Holly got
off the bed and bent over to give me a kiss on the forehead, then grabbed some
clothes and hit the shower.
My attention immediately focused on Tammy who was licking her way up my left
leg.
"I have... a score to... settle with... you.." Tammy said huskily between
licks. "You made me... miserable... while I... was your... fuck slave... and
wouldn't... use me..."
With that she sucked both of my balls into her mouth and made me wiggle with a
mixture of pleasure and discomfort.
When her mouth finally released my family jewels, I was sweating all over and
very nearly out of breath. I was just starting to gather my wits when her
tongue ran across my crack, shattering any trace of organized thoughts in my
mind.
But then she began to use her mouth and tongue on my dick, I managed to regroup.
I decided I wasn't going to be the guinea pig for her sexual liberation, and
quickly figured out how to turn the tables on her.
Tammy started to get desperate when she sensed my arousal was declining, and was
going to try something else when I sat up and ran my magic fingers across her
back and down to her hanging tits.
Her mouth swallowed my cock and attempted to fight fire with fire, but each time
I ran my magic touch across her back and tits, she lost momentum and finally let
my hardon fall heavily from her gasping mouth.
I easily had Tammy limply crawl on top of me as I laid down, and once I was
comfortable, I realized how tired Tammy was from the night with my dad. I
switched my magic touch from being sexually pleasurable to a more soothing
pleasure, and enjoyed luring her to sleep on top of me while my hardon finally
gave up and relaxed.
I had just started to fall asleep myself when my stomach grumbled loudly and
woke her up.
"I can't believe you were able to do that," she said sleepily and moving up to
my face.
"What? Put you to sleep?"
"No. Stop me from having sex with you. I just don't understand you. Every guy
I dated in high school tried to start something with me, but I didn't want to do
anything sexual back then. Now that I want to, you don't, even though you do
with Holly. Don't you like how I look?"
"It's not like that, believe me. I do want to, but... It just isn't for the
right reasons I guess. God, you are beautiful. Your body is perfect, your face
doesn't have a pimple, and you smell wonderful. But I guess that isn't enough
for me anymore."
"I still don't understand," she said sliding down a bit to rest her head on my
chest. "Maybe that's why.. never mind."
"Aren't you going to try and get me hard again or something?" I asked as I
started stroking her long hair from her head to her shoulders.
"I'm too tired to try. Besides, your dad said if you didn't give me what I
wanted, I could just ask him. At least HE likes me."
"I like you too. And Holly loves you like a sister, even though she'd never say
so out loud. I think your ex-master confused you into thinking to like someone
means you wanna have sex with them. You know that's not really true though,
don't you?"
"I guess," she said softly. "But I like having sex with people. It feels so
much more real. The more sex I had with someone, the closer I felt to them.
That's why I wanted Holly so bad."
"Tammy, can I ask you a really personal question? I promise I won't tell
anyone."
"Only if I can ask you one afterwards," she replied with a small shiver.
"Okay. That's fair enough," I said laying the arm I had been stroking her hair
with over her shoulders.
I took a moment to reach down with my other hand to pull the sheet up over our
legs and lower backs, then rested that hand below the first one and gave the top
of her head a little kiss.
"I've been wondering.. If you were so close to Holly, why did you steal Justin
away from her?"
She sighed, and I felt her struggle internally about telling me the truth or
not.
"I was... jealous, okay?" she finally blurted out.
"Well, that part was obvious. But jealous of whom? I mean, for someone as good
looking as you are, Justin sure lost interest in you awfully fast. You never
really was interested in him, were you?"
Tammy didn't move, but I could feel her emotions cascading inside her. I knew I
was right, but wanted her to admit it to herself. I hoped it would help her
realize a nonsexual relationship was just as good and strong as a sexual one.
Better even.
"She thought he was everything. I tried so hard to tell her how big of a jerk
he was, but she wouldn't listen. Even when I found out he was still fucking
that slut behind her back, she ignored me and told me I was just trying to steal
him from her. So I did, and I had to lose my virginity in order to get her back
as my friend.
"It was supposed to be our summer together. We planned all year to spend it
together and doing whatever we wanted before I went away to school. Then HE
ruined it. He was such an asshole. I had to get him away from her.."
Tammy sniffed a few times, then looked up at me and said, "Is that good enough
for you?"
"Yeah," I said, kissing her on the forehead. "That was more than enough. Your
turn."
She laid her head back the way it was before and took a nice deep breath that
she let out as a sigh.
"When we were in the motel room, and Holly was about to come out from her
shower, why did you give me that kiss after I stopped licking you?"
"Huh? Uhm, I don't know. It just felt like the right thing to do. Did you
like it?"
"I guess," she said disappointed. "I mean, I had wanted a tongue fuck kiss."
"But something about it made you ask. What was it?"
"It's nothing really. Its just that I had never had someone kiss me like that
without trying to start something. You're just not like the other guys. I'm
trying to figure you out."
"Tammy, could I try kissing you again?"
"Why? You want to see if it feels different?"
"Not exactly. I just want to kiss you. I like you."
"I'll kiss you, but you're just doing it to make me feel...mmmm," she said as I
pulled her up to my lips and began ravaging her mouth with my tongue.
She responded as I expected, and soon we were fucking each others mouths like
two animals. It only took a few minutes before we had to break apart to catch
our breath, and while we panted, I calmed my excitement down and started trying
to catch her eyes with mine.
"That was more like it," she said before trying to get my hardon back by rubbing
her wet crotch over it.
"Tammy, I want to give you another kiss first," I said, pulling her arms out
from under her and, with a little help from my telepathy, held her crotch still.
We struggled for nearly two minutes before she gave up in a huff and stopped
trying to invade my mouth with her tongue. I think it must have taken me
another good five minutes before she finally relaxed and let herself enjoy my
gentle kisses and rubbing.
When she started to respond with the same gentle loving kisses, I knew I had
accomplished what I had set out to do. So when her lips returned to mine after
taking a small breather, I parted them and waited to see what she would try. I
was disappointed in her when her tongue slipped through, but I found I had
judged her too soon when all she did was wiggle her tongue like she was teasing
me, then continued her slow and steady tongue-less kissing.
I instantly returned to mine, and didn't stop until she did.
"Well?" I said after she had moved back down so her head was back on my chest.
"Well, what?" she said, giving my chest a kiss.
"Which kind of kissing did you like better? The tongue fucking kind? Or the
other."
"The tongue fucking kind," she said incidentally.
"Oh," I said, not hiding my disappointment.
"Gotcha," she said looking up at me smiling.
"You witch," I said with a laugh. "You're as bad as Holly."
At the mention of Holly's name, Tammy suddenly became uncomfortable.
"What's the matter?" I asked, kissing her head again.
"I just forgot, that's all."
"Forgot what?"
"Forgot you were already taken. By Holly."
"Tammy, I'm not taken by Holly. I love her, but... Ah hell. I love a lot a
people. And I've made love to many of them too. I guess what I'm trying to say
is, just because Holly and I love each other doesn't mean I have to stop loving
her to love you. I think Holly knows that now. Otherwise, why would she leave
you here with me?"
"So she could ask your dad to make her his slave for a couple of hours," she
said softly.
"She WHAT!" I said, reaching out to find Holly's mind.
"Thank God," I sighed moments later. "My dad wouldn't do it. I guess I've been
wrong about him in the past."
"Tim.. I think I am falling in love for you, but I don't want to. Like you
said, I've never found someone on my own to love. You're not going to give
Holly up for me, and I don't want you to, but in the end that's the only thing
I'd be happy with. So.. I know this sounds kind of rude, but.. unless you want
to fuck me, go away, please? Right now all I think I can handle is having
mindless sex with guys, not falling in love with them."
"Uhm.. Okay, if that's really how you feel," I said bewildered.
My stomach made another loud growl which prompted her to roll of me and curl up
under the sheet like she was going to go to sleep. I knew she was right, but at
the same time I felt it would be wrong not to share my feelings with her. So I
crawled over to her and said to her face, "I love you too, Tammy. If you can't
handle that, I'm sorry. Tonight, I'm going to come in here and make love to
you. And then I'm going to go and do the same to Holly. I don't have to play
by your rules, understand? I can love as many people as I want, and you can
only stop me from sharing it with you, not having it for you."
And with that I kissed her cheek and left to go eat.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 5 - Doing It For Love
(mc mf)
Love. Four letters of the alphabet that can mean a lot of different things to a
lot of different people, but is essential to the well being of all. But in my
case, love for other human beings broke down into two categories.
The puppy love, the "I enjoy being around them" love, the "she's so sweet I just
want to hold her and never let her go" kind of love. All those fit into one
category, and I tend to apply this kind of love towards a lot of people. It's
still love, but it's always second to the other category, love of my soul mates.
At the time, I only felt that kind of love for Joey and Suzi, but beyond knowing
it was special kind of love to me, I really didn't think of it being all that
different.
Okay, so I suppose there's a third category just for my mom, but it isn't the
kind of love I'm describing. I never fell in love with my mother. I simply
always loved her because.. well, you know... She's my mom. And there hasn't
been a time in my life where I ever doubted her love for me, and vice versa.
I guess you could say that after leaving Tammy's room, I was feeling a bit
guilty and torn. I wanted to spend the day talking with Joey and helping him
recover more of his memories. I wanted to also spend the day with Holly,
hopefully putting the two girls back together and then checking the local area
out for another secluded area to make love.
And to tell you the truth, I wouldn't have minded spending the whole day in bed
with Tammy. She was every fourteen year-old's jerk off fantasy, and since I was
sixteen, I had two years of addons onto that base fantasy, giving me a much
wider range of what I could do when a fantasy turned real.
As it turned out, I did a little of all three, but not like I had wished.
I spent the rest of the morning in the garage with Holly and Randy putting the
two girls back together. Actually, most of the time I was listening to them
explain what they considered extremely exciting differences between what I
considered to be identical parts since in most cases they could be used in
either engine without any problems. Joey never understood why I enjoy taking
Midge's engine apart like I do, but even I couldn't get excited about how one
bolt was English standard and another was metric. They went on and on about
that..
So after lunch I gave up on them getting the two girls put back together before
nightfall, and went to find Joey.
I was kind of surprised to find him in Holly's room talking to Tammy. Joey had
brought her a tray of assorted breakfast foods, and had apparently eaten some of
it with her too. They hadn't fooled around or anything, but I was fairly sure
the possibility wasn't out of the question in Tammy's mind.
But Joey had not come there for sex, but for information about what had happened
to her, what her college life was like before and after, and things of that
nature. While I wasn't exactly bored by their talking, most of it was rehash
for me, so when a servant showed up two hours later to tell me I had a phone
call, I was kind of glad for the excuse.
But I was more than just glad to find who it was.
"Hello?"
"Timmy?"
"Suzi? Oh, baby. I've missed you so much. How ya feel?"
"I'm okay. How's Joey?"
"He's doing pretty good now. He remembers a lot of what happened before, er,
you know. How's your memory doin'"
"I'm still a little foggy on people I haven't seen for a while, but I think I
remember everything about us."
"You do? Wow.. That's great. I've been having to tell Joey about things we did
together before he can remember them. Sometimes I think I could just make
things up and he'd remember doing them too."
"Does he... Remember me?"
"Of course he does... Oh man, Suzi.. It's so good to hear your voice again."
"You're coming for dinner, aren't you?"
"Yeah I am!"
"Mom said if you wanted to, you probably could come earlier than that."
"Really? How about... right now?"
"I was hoping you'd say that. She didn't mean that early, but she didn't say
you couldn't come over now either."
"Suz? I love you. I'm so happy to hear you, I almost can't believe it."
"Well, get your butt over here and you can see me too."
"Heh. Yeah. That would be even cooler."
"Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
"Oh Suzi.. I love you so much.."
etc, etc...
We spent a good half hour talking on the phone before I realized I could have
been at her house in the time we had been talking. But it was time well spent.
I had a smile on my lips and I felt like I was a light as a feather as I bounced
my way towards the garage.
I even managed to tell Holly where I was going without feeling bad about it. I
mean, any feelings of guilt simply didn't occur to me, and I guess my empathic
abilities were broadcasting my mood so much that Holly seemed delighted at my
news.
I didn't even speed on my way there. The day seemed so full of happy and bright
things all around me that I simply had to take my time to see it all. My
empathic abilities must have been working triple-time. Everywhere I went I saw
people smiling, adding to my good mood which just made more people smile. By
the time I got to Suzi's, I felt like a million bucks.
The good mood crashed the moment Suzi's mom opened the door before I could even
knock and said in a soft but parental tone, "You and I need to have a talk."
"Huh? What I do?" I said, resisting the temptation to peek in her head.
Her reply was to put her finger up to her lips and stepping outside, then
carefully shut the door without making a sound.
She led me back to my car, then waited on the passenger side for me to unlock it
without any explanation.
It wasn't until we were both in the car with the doors shut she finally said,
"Frank and I don't see eye to eye about everything that's happened. Suzi's
keeping him busy in the basement for a few minutes, but we need to go somewhere
else and have a heart to heart talk. I tried to catch you before you left, but
they said I had just missed you."
I didn't say anything as I started my car and pulled out, trying to think of
some place close with air conditioning where we could talk privately. I quickly
drew a blank, so I asked her, and then nearly had a wreck from her response.
"Excuse me? Did you say Becker's Grove?"
"Unless you have a better place in mind. At this time of the day, there won't
be anyone there, it's shady, and there's always a breeze. Have you ever been up
there?"
"Uhm, yeah. Suzi, ehm, took me there once," I said, recalling the late evening
Suzi had suggested going there.
"Good. Then I don't have to tell you the way," she said with a strange sound of
confidence.
Several times I found her "checking me out" so to speak, and there was a few
other things she did that suggested she was coming on to me. But my empathic
senses only reported feelings of caution and indecision from her, and I was
confused as to what was going on. She obviously was testing me, but why in this
way?
Becker's Grove was one of those scenic spots where teens go to park and make out
after dark. I was sure she knew this, and as I pulled under one of the bigger
oaks lining the drive and shut off the engine, she showed the first sign of her
true intentions by nervously checking to see if the door was still unlocked in
case she had to get out in a hurry.
"Mrs. Aston, what's going on?"
"Call me Betty," she said turning towards me and faking a smile.
"Uhm.. Okay, Betty... Why are you trying to get me to make a pass at you?"
Even though she wasn't prepared for such a direct question, Betty quickly
responded with, "Maybe I like you. Like Suzi does."
"But you don't like me like that. You're not interested in me. You're testing
me, but I don't understand what for or why."
She sighed with a mixture of disappointment and relief, then said, "Well, if you
read my mind for that much, why didn't you just take it all?"
"I didn't. I mean, I didn't read your mind. You should have been giving off
feelings of arousal, desire, love, or something, but you weren't. Just...
concern."
Betty stared at me for several moments, and I was tempted to let the empathic
connection form that I was having to hold back.
But Betty looked away and suggested we go for a walk, trying to give her more
time to filter through the sea of indecision she felt stretched before her.
We walked for a few minutes in silence, then finally she said, "You know, I have
to admit that there has been one good thing come from all of this. I haven't
felt this close to Suzi since she was just a little girl. I've missed how she
used to tell me everything that was important to her, everything that she had
done at school or playing at a friends house. I suppose it seems rather selfish
to you."
"No. Not really," I said. "If Suzi had stopped talking to me about what she
likes and doesn't like, I'd start feeling like she didn't trust me, and that
would hurt pretty bad."
She didn't say anything at first, but I had felt her mild shock after hitting
what she had been feeling right on the nose. Her emotions flickered back and
forth between trust and distrust, obviously from her uncertainty whether I had
honestly answered my own feelings, or I had just taken it from her own thoughts
and had said what she hoped I would say.
She stopped and turned to me, then while looking me in the eye, she said, "If
Suzi didn't care for you as much as she does, we would have moved as far away
from here as we could have, and you would have never seen her or us again.
"But Suzi's has been telling us everything as she remembers it, and even though
Frank thinks you've done something to her... You have your gifts, and I have
mine. I usually can tell what a person is like when I first meet them. I don't
believe you would ever do anything to Suzi. It just doesn't feel like you.
That's why I've wanted to believe what Suzi tells us.
"But I can't ignore the other possibilities either. After seeing you
controlling Suzi's body at the airport, it all just hit me that you really can
do the things your mother said. Part of me is terrified of you. The only
reason I keep myself from running is because I love my daughter and she loves
you."
"I love her too," I said softly. "Thanks for giving me this chance to prove it
to you."
"That's what we have to figure out, Tim. How do you prove to me and Frank that
this isn't all just a fantasy you've dreamed up and made us believe in?"
"How? I don't know!? I mean, if you already feel this way, how can I? No
matter what I did, you would sooner or later wonder if it had just been an
illusion."
She sighed, then said, "I hadn't thought of that."
"What are you going to do?" I said when she turned away to gaze out into the
peaceful valley before us. "I'll do whatever you think is best. Just please
don't take her from me. I just got her and Joey back."
"Well, for right now, even Frank sees she needs you, and that's why he's letting
you come to dinner. I can't promise you anything, but let me talk to him and
see if we can think of something."
"Thanks. Thanks a lot, Mrs. Aston," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"You don't know how much this means to me."
"Oh, I think I do. You're not the only person to be in love, you know," she
said with a smile.
We went back to her house, and Betty went in first to check on things a few
minutes before I got out of my car. This time when I approached the front door,
Suzi was the one who opened it before I could knock, but she didn't say
anything. She didn't have to. The only thing in our minds was to touch each
other again.
I don't even remember her moving from the door. She just was suddenly in my
arms and I was in hers, our lips searching for the other's as we held each other
tighter and tighter. Our lips found the other's and immediately embraced in
their own way.
Our kissing tapered off very quickly and we stood there just rubbing our arms up
and down the other's body, taking in lungfuls of each other's scent, filling my
being with the contentment of holding her and feeling her hold me.
The wonderful moment of happiness was brought to an end with a voice saying,
"Who left the front door open?!? Oh.."
I looked up to find Jason looking at us with a wry grin on his face before it
disappeared behind the closing door. Even though I knew he had gone back to the
kitchen, we didn't resume our hug, and after a minute we went inside.
"Pete's here to meet a friend of Jason's from Central State," Suzi said in a
hushed tone. "I've been going nuts trying to keep myself from ripping my
clothes off and landing one of them."
"Huh?" I said, feeling she meant every word of it. "Why? I mean, beyond the
obvious reason."
"This is why," she whispered as we entered the kitchen.
My eyes probably were bulging out of their sockets finding both Jason and Pete
had put on a considerable amount of muscle tone, especially Jason. In fact, if
it wasn't for his face, I would have never known it was Jason from all of the
bulk of muscles.
After getting over the shock of Jason's new body, I began noticing other
differences. His skin had a healthy shine to it which complemented his perfect
tan and incredible muscles. But the greatest change was the fact he was wearing
a diamond stud earring. Jason used to rip on guys who got their ear pierced.
It was so strange to see him with one.
Suzi's smile told me she was enjoying my shock and surprise. And it didn't
disappear after I said hey to Jason and Pete. Not only was Jason's physical
appearance different, but his demeanor had changed too. While Jason had never
been truly unfriendly towards me, I was a bit surprised by his warm white toothy
smiles, the friendly feelings he emitted while speaking to me, and the
overwhelming good natured attitude he portrayed. Last time I had seen Jason, I
had to resist altering him so I wouldn't have to put up with his overbearing and
almost bully-like attitude.
Immediately I was suspicious of tampering, and even though I thought this was a
hell of an improvement, I began scanning Jason's mind for another telepath's
work.
After finding none of the obvious mental commands, I started back tracking
through Jason's experiences concerning his attitude towards people he considered
inferior. I had just started to consider the possibility that Jason hadn't been
altered when the real reason for his transformation walked into the kitchen.
"Oh," Jason said noticing the even larger muscled guy standing in the doorway
with his pearly white teeth lighting up the room in a smile. "Tim, this is Ron.
Ron, this is Tim Brandton, Suzi's boyfriend."
Charisma was literally pouring out of this guy. As I shook his hand and
remarked how incredibly gentle yet solid his grip was, I found myself already
echoing his warm smile and friendly attitude, and I realized that given time I'd
probably pick up some of his mannerisms just like Jason had.
We spent around a half an hour talking about weightlifting before Suzi's mom
shooed us out of the kitchen to start making dinner. Suzi managed to get me
away from their intriguing stories of working out at college at that point, but
I was still thinking about how awesome it would be to have muscles like Ron when
I found myself sitting on Suzi's bed while Suzi closed the door and locked it.
I was in the process of switching states of mind as Suzi walked up to me,
slipping both straps of her sleeveless top off her shoulders and seductively
uncovered her breasts before climbing on my lap and pressing her cool wet lips
against mine.
My mind spun in confusion, finding myself incredibly turned on by her actions
and the arousal she was emitting while disturbed by the suddenness and speed at
which she was going.
But within each kiss there was the undeniable feeling it was the real her, and
that she was in fact holding back as much as she could to prolong the love and
passion flowing out of her.
So as her hands lifted my shirt over my head, I complied to her wishes and began
working my hands over her topless body, letting the passion build and take over.
Our lips parted for a time, and while my hands stroked her hot flesh even
faster, Suzi closed her eyes and rose up on to her knees, pressing her tattooed
darkened nipples against my mouth.
As I began my sucking and licking of her mammaries, my stroking hands worked
lower and lower until they where lowering her shorts and panties from the
insides. That was the point where I started sensing that we were playing out a
fantasy of hers. One that she had been forming over the past couple of days
while coping to control the powerful sexual desires and needs she still had.
If I had any concerns about stopping, they were completely washed away by the
desire and lust Suzi was pouring into my empathic senses. As her lips found
mine again and we somehow managed to pull my shorts off without her getting off
me, I found myself forming a two way without thinking about it. From that point
on the only thing in our minds was fulfilling her vision of her once again
becoming a human size cock.
And it happened so fast.. I only remember seeing her head tilt back, her eyes
squeezed shut while her lips parted to prepare for our orgasm. Suzi's own lust
was driving me to comply with her perverted fantasy, and thus driving her to
complete it since we were linked.
As my dick and balls were filled with the pleasure of an ejaculation, our minds
finished the transformation. As I watched the liquid spew from her lips, my
empathic senses caused a transformation of their own.
Or more precisely, it distorted the image of my Suzi's face and body so it
darkened and mutated, corrupting her beauty, dulling the golden light that was
always shining from within her, and forming the image of a black headed, white
necked cock that was spewing it's sperm from it's dark lips.
I felt it all over again. The corruption. The unnatural, unholy, undead like
feeling I had felt from Tammy and the others at the mansion. But this was ten
times worse because it was coming from Suzi, my Suzi, and I had been the one to
release the sickness or whatever you call it on to her.
My eyes couldn't seem to see anything but the corrupted vision of Suzi's penis-
like face. I struggled weakly to crawl from under her sagging body, and as soon
as I was halfway out from under her, I couldn't help but start whimpering and
shuttering seeing and feeling how her entire body was softening.
Suzi didn't even realize something was wrong until her father rammed the door
open, and then she only mildly took interest at the confusion and anger showing
on his face.
The confusion grew even greater when her father realized the whimpers he had
heard and had responded to were mine and not his daughter's. But I didn't see
any of this, for my attention was centered on the horror of what I saw moving
towards me, speaking in Suzi's voice, telling me to do it some more.
When I felt it touch me, its clammy yet hot skin sent a pulse of terror through
me, zapping all my strength and destroying any chance of my escape. I don't
remember feeling Frank's hand grasping my arm and hair, but one moment I was
crying and begging it not to get any closer, the next I was flying through the
air before getting a rug burn on the right side of my face.
I was senseless for a few moments, but then I started to realize the very angry
voice was yelling at me, telling me to get the hell out of his house and never
come back.
When I was able to work my legs and arms enough to get up, I shakily started to
try and explain what happened until Suzi lurched lustfully at me. I was filled
with panic and terror by the way the features of her human face and body had
seemingly retained the look of the penis I seen.
I backed out of the room while blathering "I'm sorry..." over and over, then ran
right into Jason and his mom when I turned to flee.
I was still terrified as I scrambled to climb over the two, and I became even
more frantic to leave as they attempted to grab me with their hands. The only
thing running through my mind was getting out of that house, and it didn't make
any difference that I was nude and it was broad daylight outside.
After I shook off someone's hand holding my left foot, I flew down the hall,
went right under Pete's outstretched arms, and set a direct course for the front
door which was within my sight.
Just as I was about to reach out to grab the door knob, a massive arm stretched
out in front of me from practically nowhere and stopped me cold in my tracks.
I struggled to escape from Ron's grasp for only a few seconds before I felt it
again. An unnatural corruption of his being. It was deep within him.. Very
deep.. In fact it was in complete control of him, just like...
Before I could complete my thought, the terror struck me again. Ron was even
worse than Suzi, Tammy, or anyone else I had felt it from. It was like an evil
life form had implanted itself inside his mind and was secretly guiding him to
do the evil it required done. It could take control of his entire personality
or just alter parts of it and his perception. And right now it was trying to
tell me something.
My cry of fear startled the muscle bound wall enough that Ron let his grip slip.
But then I found myself cornered by him, Pete, and Jason in the small sitting
room, and after I had felt how the cold evil had spread to both Pete and Jason
to some extent, I curled myself up in a protective ball in the corner to await
my fate.
For some reason I never once considered using my telepathic abilities to aid my
escape. I suppose I was so disturbed by how everyone felt altered and
corrupted, I couldn't bare to take a chance inflicting more of it, even if it
only meant controlling a body part or something else unrelated to their
thoughts.
As I crouched there with my knees up to my face and my arms covering the rest of
my head, I felt the evil slowly fade from my senses. I was already calming down
when Suzi's mom crouched beside me and started telling me everything was okay
and that I was safe.
After I looked up, I couldn't help but open my arms and bury my face in her
shoulder. While she held me and stroked the hair on the back of my head, she
started asking me what was wrong and what had happened.
Feeling the eyes of the three guys upon us, I whispered shakily into her ear, "I
can't say it out loud. I'm going to talk to you in your head, okay? Don't get
upset."
I felt her stiffen a moment, then she took a hold of my shoulders and pushed me
away to look me in the face. I guess I looked sincere enough that she decided
to trust me because after studying my face a few moments, she ordered the three
to leave the room.
"Now, what's going on?" she said with a stern yet soft voice. "What happened in
there, and why are you afraid of the boys hearing?"
"I.. <sigh> I can't tell you with words. It's too complicated. Can't I just
show you?"
"Fine. Show me. But I don't want... Ohh!.." she said as I had immediately
formed a one-way and was busy downloading what had happened through her
conscious mind.
"Stop... Please?" she said just before I reached the part where I was stopped
by Ron.
"But there's just this little bit more.." I said, opening my eyes to find her
own filled with tears. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you or.."
"I know you didn't.." she said, wiping her eyes. "Is there anything you can do
to undo what she made you do to her?"
"She made me do to her?" I said, not understanding.
"Yes. Oh, Timothy.. Surely you realize she was controlling you, not the other
way around. You were as helpless as... as..." she turned her head away from me
to recompose herself, then noticed a shadow moving away from the entrance of the
room.
Betty looked to see if I had seen it, and after I nodded my head, she indicated
for me to communicate through my telepathy.
"That was Ron," I thought to her. "He's not what he seems to be. Oh.. You can
talk back by just thinking it to me.... But you have to direct it to me because
I don't listen to everything you're thinking. That would be rude, not to
mention very confusing."
"This... is... very unnerving," she thought back with some difficulty.
"You're doing fine. I'm sorry for messing everything up tonight. I guess
Fran.. I mean, I don't think Mr. Aster will be giving me another chance after
this."
"I wouldn't count on that.... Tim, what is Ron? What did you mean he wasn't
what he seemed?"
"I mean he's.. Well, I guess he's like Tammy. Actually, he's a lot like Tammy.
Oh, sorry. Tammy is the girl I brought back with me who this guy we're looking
for made her his slave. This guy is really good at keeping himself from being
discovered. I mean, when I first met Ron, I scanned his mind for any tampering,
and I didn't find any. There's this other personality hiding behind the real
Ron's personality that has complete control over what Ron thinks and does. At
least that's what it felt like."
"What about Jason? And Pete?"
"I don't know. I felt something from them, but it wasn't... Oh.. I know what
it is. Ron's personality is contagious. The real Ron, not the other one.
Jason has changed so much in the past six months that if felt unnatural. But I
don't feel anything... Holy shit.. Sorry.. I didn't mean to cuss in.."
"What did you find? Has Jason been.. tampered with?"
"Not exactly.. I'm not sure if you want to know this from me or not. I mean,
it isn't exactly.."
"Tim, after everything I've had to accept and deal with since Suzi was taken
from us, I doubt anything could upset me worse than not knowing."
"You sure? Okay.. Uhm, you know how, like, Joey and I have fooled around..
Well, it seems Ron has been kind of working Jason towards trying some things
like that with him."
"You mean, Ron is turning Jason gay?"
"No! I mean, not gay gay. Bi gay, maybe. Hang on. Frank just told Jason to
get you."
"I better go then. You'll be okay?"
"Yeah," I said out loud. "I'm all right now. Thanks."
Betty gave me a peck on the forehead, then got up to leave just as Jason called
from down the hall. She answered him, then before she walked around the corner,
she said, "Tim, will you please put your clothes back on? I'm starting to get
used to seeing you like that."
"What did she mean by that?" I said to myself a few moments later.
I got up and was about to comply with her suggestion when I realized my clothes
were in Suzi's room, and I wasn't about to go in there.
Before I could decide what to do, Jason came back with my clothes and held them
out for me. But when I tried to take them, he shoved them into my face before
knocking me down, rolling me onto my stomach, and pinning my right arm behind my
back before I even knew what was going on.
"OWWW!" I said as he pulled my arm back further than what was comfortable.
"WHat the FUUUCK is WRONG WITH YOU!"
"I want to know what the hell you did to my sister, you fucking manipulating
bastard! I don't know how you convinced my mom you're innocent, but you can't
fool me! So confess, or I'll twist your fucken arm off!"
"AAAARRRRWWWW" I cried as he turned up the pressure even more.
I was just forming the command to make him release me when Ron's voice boomed,
"Jason, let him go!"
"Stay out of this, Ron!" Jason said with some anger.
"I said let him go," Ron breathed as he took hold of Jason's wrist and applied
pressure to the fleshy spot just below it. Jason's hand opened an instant
later, and I gasped as my arm suddenly swung away from him, causing even more
pain than Jason had been causing alone.
"You fagot!" Jason spewed at Ron. "You have no right to interfere! He's done
something to her, and I have to get him to admit it!"
Ron took Jason by the shoulders and peered directly into his eyes saying, "And
what could he have done? Drugged her? Hypnotized her? Brainwash her?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
"Think about it, Jason! Why would he do it and then freak out like that? Why
do it while everyone was here? Why not wait until he was alone with her all
day? You saw the look on his face. He was scared shitless! You said your
sister had been brainwashed by someone trying to get Tim. Doesn't it make any
sense that Tim accidentally triggered something that made her go nuts like
that?"
Jason had lost all his rigidity, his shoulders had sank, and his head started to
hang forward in guilt.
"I'm sorry, Ron. You're right. I was over reacting again, and I'm sorry."
"That's all right, Jason," Ron said warmly. "I know you couldn't help it."
"I still shouldn't have called you a fagot. I'm really sorry. You're the best
friend I've ever had, and I... I.. I'm sorry.."
As Ron moved to give him a hug, I realized I was staring and diverted my
attention by gathering my clothes and putting them on. I was just finished when
we all heard yelling.
The three of us raced to the source, which turned out to be Suzi's parents
arguing while Pete was trying to get Suzi dressed. I shuddered when I saw her
face, finding it still resembled the head of the penis she had envisioned
becoming.
Pete wasn't getting anywhere, so Jason decided to go help him while Frank and
Betty continued arguing what they believed had caused her relapse.
"TIMMM" Suzi moaned when she noticed me at the door.
I felt Frank's anger hit me like a slap on my face, and it was followed by his
voice blasting, "I thought I told you to get the fuck out of my house!"
"Frank! Stop it! He was as much of a victim as Suzi was!" Betty said, grabbing
his shoulder when he began to move towards me.
"TIM! TIMMMY!" Suzi cried desperately as she tried to wiggle free of her
brother and cousin. "PLEASE TIMMY! I NEED IT!"
"Oh, Suzi.." I said, my eyes filling with tears. "Please don't act like this.."
"She's only acting like that because you're making her!" Frank barked. "GET OUT
BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!"
"TIMMY!"
"Mom! I think she just peed all over me!" Jason cried.
"Well what am I supposed to do about it?!" she shouted.
"Hey! Don't wipe it on me!" Pete exclaimed.
"I'm sorry! I wish it had been me not her!" I cried, stumbling sideways then
falling forward on my hands and knees.
As everyone in the room started to yell at everyone else, I covered my ears with
my hands and shut my eyes, not wanting to witness Suzi's family fall apart.
But then Ron's voice boomed out, "Shut the FUCK UP all of you!"
You could have heard a pin drop from the kitchen it was so quiet. I think even
Ron was surprised at how well it had worked.
"Sorry, but you were all getting hysterical, and that wasn't going to help
anyone. I may not know any details of what caused all this, but from what I
have seen today and heard from Jason in the past, it wasn't anyone's fault but
the guy who did this to her. But if you want to blame someone for something,
blame me."
"You?" Suzi's parents both said.
Ron sighed, then said, "Right after lunch, Suzi begged me to, excuse my
language, 'fuck her ass until I could fuck no more.' I accepted, but after the
third time I realized she was only getting more desperate. I'm afraid I told
her she would have to wait for her boyfriend to get any more. I'm sorry. I
supposed I've gotten used to girls offering themselves to me like that. If she
hadn't been so.. desperate, I wouldn't have accepted her offer. I thought I
could satisfy her.."
"TIMM... Satisfy ME!" Suzi sobbed. "Please Timmy? I got to have it! I don't
want anything else!"
"Oh, give it a rest, Suzi," Frank said exasperated.
"OW! Suzi! Don't bite me again or I'll.." Jason warned.
"Timmy! Help me!" Suzi cried.
I sighed a heavy sigh, then wearily got on my feet and walked up to her. She
franticly reached for my crotch while Pete and Jason held her back, waiting for
either Frank or Betty to tell them what to do.
"Suzi, look at me, please? Look at my face?" I begged.
When her eyes finally glanced up, I captured them with mine and pushed hard
against the inrush of desire and lust which followed.
"Please, Suzi, fight this. You remember what happened after you, me and Joey
had our first three way? Remember how I made Joey want to suck my cock because
he didn't believe I could? Remember? He almost gave in to it. He almost let
himself lose control forever. But he didn't. He resisted the temptation.
"Remember how my mom wanted me to do something like that to you to make sure you
were able to resist that kind of temptation? I'm sorry, Suzi. I couldn't do it
then, and now you're letting it control you. Fight it, my love. Don't let it
win. I know you're stronger than both Joey and I put together. I don't want to
lose you. Please, don't let it control you any more because I won't be able to
see you until you have it beat. I love you. We love you. Remember nothing
else matters more than that."
She had stopped struggling, and didn't make any sudden movements as I slowly
leaned forward intending to kiss her forehead like her mom had done to me
earlier. But I found it impossible to pull my lips from her skin, knowing that
I wouldn't be able to kiss her again for a long time.
Somehow, I gathered some last remaining strength and straightened up, then
allowed myself only a fleeting glance at her tear streaked face before turning
and walking straight out of the room. I actually made it to the family room
before I heard her explosion of sobs, and I wouldn't have made it any further if
Ron hadn't been right there to help me.
With Ron's calming words of encouragement, I didn't breakdown into my own tears
until I was halfway to my car. At that point nothing could stop my sorrow, and
I guess Ron knew it since at the first sob he wrapped his arms around me and
carried me as I cried into his shoulder.
By the time I was sobering up, Ron had gone from being a possible enemy to
someone I couldn't help but trust. I mean, I had enough sense to leave out
anything dealing with my telepathy and empathic abilities, but Ron was very easy
to talk to, and as he drove me home in my own car, I began telling him about
Suzi, Joey, and I.
I was explaining my feelings for Joey when I felt Ron's other personality
suddenly take charge. I managed to keep talking after only a slight hesitation,
and franticly tried to scan his mind to find out what I could.
All I got was a few thoughts of licking every inch of my body before it
disappeared from my mind, leaving a slightly more talkative and revealing Ron
behind.
By the time we reached the driveway of the North mansion, Ron had admitted he
was bisexual, and had asked to meet Joey and perhaps tell us about his own
experiences.
It took some doing, but I managed to keep Ron from seeing anything suspicious
while we were heading to the gym where Joey was. As we approached the gym, I
felt his hidden persona take charge for a moment, then found him working out a
suitable way to test to see if we were interested in weight lifting in the nude.
Joey was already pumping iron when we got there, and I was surprised to find he
had been there since before we had pulled into the grounds. Joey shirtless body
was shiny with sweat, making Ron shift in a arousal as he took it in.
I decided to take a risk and made Ron have to go take a leak and a dump. While
Ron was in the john, I filled Joey in and discovered he very interested in
hearing Ron's story. In fact, I felt a new sense of commitment in his
interests. Joey had been formulating plans and trying to piece together some of
the missing information he needed.
By the time Ron came back, Joey and I were share linked and had a two way open
while Joey spotted for me. Ron simply took off his shirt and selected a weight
that was nearly ten times what I was bench pressing. He settled into the bench
next to me, then asked Joey what his max was.
The topic quickly turned to the subject of building fat-less muscles, and Ron
pumped continuously as the conversation moved to more personal matters. Ron had
me admit in front of Joey what I had said about him in the car, and then Ron
astonished us both by revealing he was in love with Jason.
"I've never met someone who wanted to act like me like he does. At first, Jason
was just like everyone else, smiling without realizing it, warming up to people
around him, and things like that. If you haven't noticed, I have an effect on
people. I can't help it, really. One time I tried to dampen my effects on
everyone else, but everyone I knew thought I was depressed and wouldn't leave me
alone until I stopped.
"Right after Christmas break, I started noticing Jason was paying a lot more
attention to me than guys usually do. I first thought he was just interested in
me sexually, but when I tried to make a move, I scared him off, so I knew it
wasn't that.
"About a month later I noticed Jason kept showing up at the weight room whenever
I was there and seemed to mirror my own routine. I kept catching him studying
me, not my body, but my body language I guess. I wasn't sure if I liked it or
not, but I kept my distance to see what happened.
"I'll never forget it when I found him talking to three knockout blondes. He
wasn't acting like himself, and I couldn't figure out what he was doing until I
recognized my "Wouldn't you like to fuck me," smile he was giving the middle
one.
"I was flabbergasted, angry, yet honored. The next day when I saw him getting
ready for his first set, I went over and offered to spot for him. He hesitated,
so I flashed him a smile, and as always he smiled back and accepted.
"It took two weeks before he admitted to me he had been trying to learn my
'tricks' so he could pick up girls easier. But said he didn't want to do it for
that reason anymore. He told me he thought I was the most perfect person he
ever had met, and he wanted to learn more than just my pick up lines from me.
"I couldn't help but like him after that. I mean, he suddenly was like my
little brother, asking me how and why I did things, accepting everything I said,
always studying how I talked and acted with others. And when he asked me what I
was doing during spring break, I knew he wanted to go with me no matter where I
was going.
"Telling him he couldn't go with me was the hardest thing I had done in a long
time. He got really upset, and then got angry like he did earlier today. He
said some things that hurt, and didn't speak to me for nearly two weeks
afterwards.
"When I saw him working out in the south campus's weight room, I couldn't bare
it any longer and went in prepared to give him my best smiles. But he surprised
me by smiling at me first, and at that point I knew I loved him.
"Before Jason, the only person who could make me feel good just by smiling at me
was my mom. She has it too, and you should have seen us when I tried leaving
home to go to college for the first time. I was supposed to go a week and a
half before classes started. I didn't get there until the day before.
"Anyway, Jason was using it on me without either of us knowing it, and I guess I
was using it on him too. We were on our way to the weight room the weekend
before finals when I felt a little playful and we raced to the weight room.
"We ended up collapsed on the grass outside the back entrance, gasping for
breath and laughing like a couple of kids. But when I saw the look in his eyes,
I knew he was feeling the same thing for me, even if he was afraid to admit it.
"I saw that same look in his eyes twice more that evening, and the last one was
in my room at the frat house. He almost panicked when I kissed him, and even
though he let me finish the kiss, Jason made it really clear he wasn't ready for
that.
"I couldn't believe it when he called me the next day and said his family was in
danger and he had to go into hiding for a while. I told him before he hung up
that I loved him, and he tried to say it, but I told him it was okay. He didn't
have to.
"When he called me up and asked to stay with me for a while three weeks ago, I
cried I was so happy. I nearly cried again when he got to my house and I
realized some of my whatever you call it had worn off.
"But by the end of the week, he kissed me, and ever since then he's been the
most important person in my life. Jason's not ready to do anything more than
kiss, and I don't want him to do anything he isn't comfortable with. I don't
have a virginity left to offer him, but if he ever reaches the point he wants me
to take his, I'll probably die from happiness."
Joey and I had switched twice while he had been talking, but Ron had been
pumping the whole time, never slowing down or letting any strain into his voice.
Joey peeked to find that he was actually pushing his limit, but Ron was driven
with a suspicious sense of lust to go as long as he could.
While Joey had been checking his conscious mind out and talking about what Jason
had been like before, I was struggling with my own limit, finding I had gone too
long without working the weights. Joey was in a little better shape than I was,
but still he was puny compared to Jason or Ron.
"Whoa.. You have your nipple pierced?" Joey suddenly said, noticing the tiny
stone.
"He does?" I said, relieved to find an excuse to stop and sit up.
"Yeah.. My fraternity is a very picky about its members. This is the last
ritual any new member has to endure, and basically if you go through with it,
you're in. I got in my freshman year, and I'm helping Jason get ready for the
rituals. I'll probably get Pete in by Thanksgiving since he already fits most
of the requirements."
There it was. Something about the fraternity was the key to his hidden
personality. Both Joey and I were busily going through his mind digging for
information, finding that for the most part, Ron didn't seem to remember the
rituals or what he did for a good third of his day while at the frat house. It
felt just like what had been done to Tammy, and when I shared that with Joey, I
felt him make a decision that he wasn't looking forward to implementing.
"Well, I've told you guys all about me, and Tim pretty much told me his side.
So, Joey.. You going to share?"
"Share what?" Joey said coming out of his deep thinking. "Oh.. Uhm, well... I
would if I could remember them. I'm sorta not myself yet."
"Joey was brainwashed by the same guy who had messed up Suzi," I added. "So far
he hasn't had as hard of a time as Suzi has. I'm hoping it will stay like that.
I don't know how I'd handle losing him too."
"What do you mean losing me? What happened with Suzi? I didn't think you'd be
back until late."
"Well fellas, I guess I'll be calling a cab. Looks like you have some talking
to do," Ron said, finally quitting and sitting up.
"You don't need to call a cab," I said instantly. "You can ride back in one of
my dad's limos. You look like you could use a shower first though."
"I don't want to put you through any trouble," Ron said, flashing his smile that
made you want to give him your wallet and watch.
"Hey, you helped me a lot. It's the least I can do," I said, going over to the
gym's phone and calling the garage and housekeeping.
"Okay. It's all set. The showers are right through that door, and the driver
will meet you right outside the gym to take you to the limo. My mom wants to
know what's going on with Suzi, so if its okay with you, we'll see you later.
Okay?"
"Oh.. Alright," he said, obviously disappointed that we weren't going to shower
with him.
Joey played along since he knew my mom was with my dad in the other end of the
mansion and didn't have a clue that I was home. We both were keeping our
thoughts to ourselves for the most part, not wanting to propose what our plans
were until we had enough information to do so.
We were out the gym door when I thought of something I wanted to ask Ron, and
asked Joey to wait out there just so Ron would think I wasn't going to tell Joey
everything.
Ron was walking to the door leading to the showers, shorts already off and cock
in hand. I almost turned back, but Ron noticed me and turned around to show of
his incredible body to me.
"You wanted to ask me something?" he said with a smile that would melt a ton of
frozen butter.
"Uhm, yeah," I said, ripping my eyes off his body and forced them to say planted
on his face. "Why did you lie about having sex with Suzi?"
"Who said I didn't?"
"I'd know if Suzi had been fucked by someone with a cock that big before I did.
So why did you tell them you did? You didn't have to save my neck."
"I wasn't just helping you, you know. I was helping Suzi too. She did ask me
to fuck her ass. But you're right. I didn't. But I would have if I hadn't
sworn an oath not to have sex like that. So in a sense, I did, even if I
didn't."
"Oh.." I said, keeping my attention on his face while he continued to stroke his
hard cock. "Well, I gotta go. Thanks again, Ron. You're a really nice guy."
I joined Joey outside the gym, and I saw his look of amusement as I let out the
breath of air I been holding.
"Where too?" Joey said when I started down the hall with him.
"Tammy's room. I want to put her in the link while we scan Ron's mind again.
She might be able to feel something out we can't."
"Good idea. Uhm, you going to tell me what happened with Suzi?"
"Not right now. We don't have the time. Shit, Joey. You see what he's
thinking?"
"Yeah.. I'm not sure if I should be seeing this, but I can't risk missing
something important."
"Wow. I would have thought that thing in his nipple would hurt fiddling with it
like that. But it actually feels kinda good."
"How certain are you about Tammy and Ron having both been programmed by the same
guy?"
"I'm not certain at all, Joey. They don't go to the same school and they're
obviously have been programmed to seek out completely different types of people.
I don't want to risk making this guy run and hide if another one of his slaves
goes missing or he finds one altered by us. I'm not sure if we can find out
anything this way, but.. Whoa! Did you feel that?"
"Yeah!" Joey said as we both madly began scanning his mind for anything the
hidden personality was letting come to the surface as it did its thing.
All we got was a few vague images of a few of his frat brothers having sex and
the information that Ron had decided that after Jason and Pete were initiated,
they would finish evaluating Joey and I and recruit us if we passed. Ron's
hidden persona was disappointed that he wouldn't be around to pierce our nipples
himself since he was graduating this coming summer.
As Ron's normal persona was restored, Joey and I felt all traces of what we were
looking for submerge beneath it. Ron's thoughts focused on getting back to
Suzi's house and seeing if Jason was in the mood for some tenderness.
Tammy was a great help in pointing out that Ron seemed to have a fixed routine,
and he always seemed to have a blank spot at three different times during his
routine. She couldn't be sure, but Tammy thought Ron had been programmed the
same way she had, mostly because Ron didn't have a clue he wasn't truly in
control of himself.
By the time Ron had left in the limo, I was pretty tired from all of my probing,
but Joey didn't let up until Ron was too far away to keep a lock on his
thoughts. I fell asleep while Joey and Tammy went over her own experiences
again, then woke up startled to find myself alone in Tammy's room.
I grabbed some dinner, then went to look for my mom and dad to get their opinion
on some things. With all the probing I had been doing, I hadn't felt like
seeking their minds out, and instead had asked Simon where they were. I found
them only by accident, having passed the small sitting room on my way from the
elevator in the south wing after not finding them in the library.
They were kissing each other in an unhurried and loving way, my dad wearing his
robe while my mom was nude as usual. Dad leaned forward a bit, then my mom
wrapped her arms around his back and proceeded to pull him down with her. My
dad's head followed hers below the back of the couch, and as I listened to their
exchange of kisses and breaths, I realized how deeply in love they were.
I felt happy, yet it unsettled me in a way I couldn't understand. When the
kissing stopped and things grew still for a few moments, I left them there
without saying a word, knowing they were going to take it as slow as possible,
I guess what upset me was realizing that my mom had never experienced someone
make love to her, even during the few years of innocence before discovering her
powers. My dad had an excuse in not having felt it before. Growing up in a
house where to love someone meant you fucked them more frequently than the other
slaves. Maybe my dad really did love his mom. I heard grandma moaning in her
room the night before I left for Holly's. I bet my dad was responsible,
especially since he had said something about spending a little time with his mom
that evening.
In effect, my mom and dad were about to discover something I had known for a
long time, and I felt guilty for not helping my mom find it sooner. I mean,
there I was, mister "I want to make love to you first," knowing what the
greatest experience was in the world, and that everyone should experience it
before leaving this life. But did I even consider the possibility my mom was
one of those unfortunate people who had not had it yet? I started to several
times, but I didn't want to cross that line. I didn't want to find a reason to
have sex with my own mother. And now I had lost the chance of being the first
person to share it with the woman I had loved my entire life.
I knew thinking like this was really stupid, but my emotional stability hadn't
returned since the time with Tammy, and I guess it was time for a little
depression anyway.
I wandered around the south wing a while, finding it's sinister look and feel
somehow appropriate to my mood. I ended up laying down inside a large cardboard
box that was left over from the addition of a full size kitchen to that wing.
It's funny how the mind likes to torture itself. I spent hours reviewing
everything that had happened the past six months, letting myself relive the
guilt, the sorrow, the fear, and the anger. After I finished demolishing the
box which had been my refuge, I decided it was time to go to bed and headed that
way.
"There you are," I heard Tammy's voice say from somewhere down the hall. "We've
been looking all over for you."
I was about to reply, but found she wasn't talking to me.
"Why did he leave you all tied up? You should have told him not to. There.
Hey, you can't go out there like that. Put your cloths on and try and look
normal. Tim came home early, but Joey stayed with him until we managed to bore
him to sleep. Joey and I have been searching for you for almost three hours, and
now no one seems to know where Tim went after he woke up.
"Stop doing that. You know that makes me horny. I'm sorry. I know you're only
wanting to please me, but we can't risk Tim finding you like this. Remember how
worried his mom was about him finding out she made you Randy's slave. Oh, did I
say something you liked? I can't wait to hear how he was. I bet he made you do
all sorts of wicked things."
I hid from sight when I realized they were leaving the guest room they were in.
Since we were in the south wing, I wasn't sure exactly what kind of layout that
room had, but I knew it was probably full of gadgetry and restraints.
Holly followed Tammy down the hall, only once running her hands up and down
Tammy's ass before obeying Tammy's order to restrain herself.
I couldn't believe it. My mom? My mom made Holly Randy's plaything? How did
they think they could get away with it? I would have known the next time I
touched Holly's mind. But even more importantly, why?
Tammy didn't know the mansion very well, so it was a simple matter to make her
get lost. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I was certain I wanted to talk
to my mom before she undid the slave commands in Holly's head.
I guess I had my mind on making sure Tammy stayed lost because I didn't sense
Joey until he saw me.
"Hey. I've been looking everywhere for you," Joey said as he strolled up to me.
"Where were you? I couldn't feel you anywhere."
"I went out for a while," I lied. "You okay? You looked kind of pale a moment
ago."
"I was just surprised to see you, that's all. I mean, this end of the mansion
is kind of creepy."
"I used to think so too, but I guess I got used to it. You going to sleep in
your own room or mine? Or are you going to try out Tammy's bed tonight?" I
said with a grin.
"Heh. Yeah, right... Uhm, if it's okay with you, I'll sleep with you again. I
really need to talk to you about what I want to do."
I felt the sincerity of his words, and for a few moments I considered skipping
confronting my mom about what she was doing behind my back. But then I
remembered that Joey was involved in it, and that made me angry.
"Why do you want to talk about it with me? You seem to trust my mom's opinion
more than mine."
Joey turned white again and stopped in his tracks.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Shit, Joey. I thought I could trust you. But you must
have gotten too good at hiding the stuff you did with the girls you enslaved at
your cousin's school. You're doing it even now. What, do I have to say it?"
"I don't... know what you're talking about," Joey said with growing confidence.
"My mom turned Holly into Randy's sex slave while I was over at Suzi's. You and
Tammy both knew, so stop fucking around with me. If I wasn't so tired, I'd
probably want to argue with you, but all I want to do now is tell my mom what I
think of her, and then go to bed."
I left Joey standing there, his face twisted in a mixture of emotions and
indecision. I thought he was just going to let me be, but then he caught up
with me and grabbed my arm.
"Look. I may have done things you don't like in the past, and yes, I tried to
help Samantha, but... Shit, Tim. You're not God. You don't know everything
there is to know, and you don't have the right to tell everyone what is right
and wrong. When someone wants to do something you forbid, you get really upset
when they keep talking about it or try it. You scare me sometimes the way you
get so emotional. And your mom is always worried you'll find something else to
blame yourself for, then go off the deep edge with grief.
"Holly, Randy, and Tammy talked your mom in doing it. I didn't find out until
afterwards, and I only went along with it because I knew you would flip out if
you found out. That's the truth, and I know you can feel it. I'm sorry for
hiding it from you, but I was only trying to make things easier on you."
I had been staring into his eyes the whole time without showing any signs of
emotion, and after he finished, I glared down at his hand holding my upper arm
which he released instantly.
I turned around and walked away without a word, trying to stay determined to
confront my mom and not let Joey off the hook. But my exhaustion was making me
doubt myself, and when I reached the elevator, I looked back to see Joey
watching me with hopeful eyes.
I sighed, rubbed my tired eyes, then looked at him with a judging gaze.
"Okay. I guess you're right," I said finally. "But that still doesn't make
what mom did right."
"She's not stupid, you know," Joey said jogging up to me. "Sam said she tried
to talk Holly out of it, but she wouldn't let up. I don't think Sam would have
done it if she thought Holly might be hurt or not able to handle it."
"Shit... Yeah, Holly can be more stubborn than a rock. And if there is anyone
who can handle something, it's Holly. All right. Let's just go to bed. I'm
wiped out. I hope you can wait until morning to tell me what you're planning."
The elevator doors opened at that instant, and before I could turn around Joey's
eyes lit up and he said with a grin "I guess I'll have to."
Joy and Honey joined us in my bed that night, but to my relief the girls were
just looking for some snuggling. Joey wound up pulling double duty there, for
as soon as my head touched the pillow, I was off in dream land.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 6 - The Quest for Sarah Begins
(mc)
"NO!! SARAH!! NO!!" Joey cried just before he fell out of the bed.
"Joey! It's okay! It was only a dream!" I said, nearly falling out of bed
after him.
"NO! I SHOT HER! I SHOT SARAH! I REMEMBER! I DID IT! IT WAS ME!" Joey
continued as he stumbled and struggled to get free of the covers.
I realized he was lost in the emotions his dream had produced, and just as he
got to his feet intending to run, I tackled him back to the floor and held onto
him with everything I had while he went into a hysterical fit.
The twins where gone by the time Joey had worn himself out, and before Joey
dropped back asleep, I had managed to piece his dream together from the
fragments his terrified mind had recalled.
His dream was a combination of real events and imaginary ones, the imaginary
ones having come from Steven's tampering of Joey's memory. From what I saw,
Joey had taken on the role of both Steven, himself, and Tammy's old master,
where he raped, enslaved, brainwashed, toyed with, mistreated, and finally shot
his 12 year old sister in the head.
The worse part was Joey had done almost everything he experienced in the dream,
and at the time, he had loved doing it. While he had been settling down from
his fit, I found Joey still believed he had killed his sister, and wasn't
listening to me, even when I thought directly to his mind.
It took me a while to go back to sleep, and when the twins woke me up doing
their morning rounds, I snapped at them and sent them away with their feelings
hurt.
I was relieved to find Joey's sense of reality had returned, but I could still
see the horror in his eyes. He didn't say a word to me, just moved towards me
and started crying.
I fell asleep holding Joey's head against me, but I don't think he went back to
sleep at all. For when I opened my eyes, Joey lifted his head and smiled weakly
at me, saying, "It's about time you woke up."
"Are you okay?"
"No.. Tim, I want to go find her. I want to forge my way into college, join
that fraternity, and find out if my sister is alive or not."
"Joey.. We can't join that fraternity. Ron knows we're not old enough. He'd
blow the whistle."
"Not if we use the twins on him and make him forget us."
"What about Jason and Pete? They're going to join it too, and we're not going
to wipe them."
"We'll just make them transfer to another school. Tim? You know I can't do
this without you. I can't promise you anything in return because I don't have
anything to give you except my own life, and I know you don't want that. But
without you..."
"Shit, Joey. I pretty much guessed this is what you'd want to do, and you know
I'd do anything for you... Okay.. I'll help you do it. But we have to figure
out a better plan than that. I have some ideas of my own that you might not
have thought of."
Joey and I spent the entire morning exchanging our ideas, arguing over which
made more sense, and finally decided we simply had to have more information
before we could do anything.
We found that Ron and Jason had left that morning to get Jason ready for the
initiation into the fraternity. Usually the fraternity only allowed new members
to join during mid-semesters, right after the initiates had endured a vigorous
and intensive bodybuilding program which was run by the fraternity's
upperclassmen.
Because Jason had been able to continue his bodybuilding while in hiding with
his parents, the fraternity was making an exception for Jason by holding his
initiation rituals the week before classes began. They apparently had been
impressed by his determination when he proved to the fraternity's higher council
he had surpassed their entry requirements by nearly %50. And I'm sure Ron had a
hand in getting Jason's entry approved.
Even if I didn't already know there was a ulterior goal behind the fraternity,
it was plain there was something fishy about it. Anyone accepted into the
fraternity stayed in it until they graduated, their members having the highest
grades and the largest muscles. Their parties were the best, their sexual
habits were always safe, and no one ever saw a member high on drugs or smoke a
cigarette. They were too good to be true, but no one seemed to find that
suspicious.
Joey and I had gotten most of this information from Pete, but once he couldn't
tell us anything else, he pointed us to the exact kind of person we were looking
for.
Fredrick Paul Brown, Fred to his friends, Freddie to his loved ones, had just
graduated from Northeast State and happened to be an alumni of Gamma Alpha Eta,
the fraternity which Ron was a member of. Joey and I couldn't believe our good
fortune of finding that Fred had undergone the same programming Ron had. I
wasn't able to detect whether his hidden personality was still there or not, and
there was no sign of any overlooked memories, but his mind was littered with
foggy blank areas, and his huge muscular body was probably proof enough. No one
could get that big without something extraordinary making him do it.
Fred was friendly enough to talk to us about Gamma Alpha Eta and such, but he
kind of brushed us off after fulfilling his duty to his frat brothers. His mind
was full of expectations about his new job waiting for him three states away.
After a few minutes of discussion outside his parents home, Joey convinced me we
had to take him home and see what my dad could make of him.
Twenty minutes later, Fred was packing his suitcase with excitement equal to
landing that job he wasn't starting for another two weeks. He couldn't believe
his new boss had given him the extra time to go and live with his two new best
friends before moving away and probably never seeing them again.
Joey and I became completely consumed in preparing for our self-assigned
mission. Surprisingly, my mom and dad didn't even try to talk us out of it once
our intentions became clear. They spent many hours testing and launching
surprise attacks on the cover personalities Joey and I were constructing. I
knew they were doing it so they could feel a little more comfortable knowing
that we were a safe behind a mental cloak that even they couldn't penetrate.
The mental cloak that Melissa had taught me was nowhere near as thorough as her
own, but I believe that was because Melissa's cover personality had been formed
over years of growing up in a hostile place, obtaining its own set of memories
which were from real events.
Joey's and my cover personalities were composed of as many real memories as
possible, but because we were only half way through high school, and most of
those memories were inappropriate, we had a lot of trouble filling that area in
with something that felt believable.
We were under a great deal of pressure to get our cover personalities worked
out, forge our enrollment at Northeast State, gather as much information as we
could to help us prepare for college and getting into the fraternity, all while
dealing with the hysterical fits Joey had every night after waking up from
another nightmare.
I barely had time to say goodbye to Holly before she and Tammy left Thursday for
a university in Texas. I felt so guilty for not spending any more time with
her, but she didn't seem to be upset with me. I couldn't help feeling she had
lost interest in me, especially the way she just told me to take care of Midge
and left with only a peck on the cheek.
But I didn't have time to dwell on Holly's departure. Joey had decided it was
time to wake up his mom and dad, and on Friday morning he kissed them both,
hoping they would make faster recoveries than he and Suzi had.
Joey knew the first two or three days were the most important in restoring them
to their former selves. He believed that because he had gone through the
experience himself, he would have an easier time helping them than any of us.
But once their memories started to come back, Joey was overwhelmed by their
emotional hell, and I spent the whole day Saturday trying to keep him busy while
my mom and Joey's paternal grandparents took over the job.
Sunday was truly a day of hell. Both high school and college classes started on
Monday, and both of us knew we weren't ready for college, but we had prepared
too much to wait for the following semester. The idea of going back to high
school seemed completely out of the question, but we simply didn't feel we had
had enough time preparing ourselves for passing off as college 'men'.
Fred ended up being the deciding factor that had us pack our bags that night.
He convinced us we were only feeling what every college freshman felt before
leaving home for school the first time, and that there were always a couple of
guys who looked too young to be in college.
Even the fact that Joey and I only had to shave about once every two weeks
didn't seem to persuade Fred's assurances we were as ready as we could be. Of
course he didn't know what we had been preparing for. As far as Fred was
concerned, we were just two really young looking guys who had needed his
assurances and insight about college life. He didn't know that while he was
telling us everything he remembered from his college experience, my dad was
picking his brain with a small but extremely sharp mental blade.
The things my dad was able to pull from the foggy areas of Fred's memory
convinced Joey that Sarah was alive and a slave at one of the four state
universities. The first thing my dad pieced together was a memory of one of
Fred's daily visits to a medical laboratory where at least twenty medical
students were working.
Fred just walked right in, took a form from a bin near the door, wrote his name,
the time, and his student id number on it, then removed his shirt and looked for
the first available station. The two lab assistants at the station he picked
took Fred's blood pressure and other measurements, then Fred removed the small
pin from his pierced nipple and stood still while one of them inserted a short
needle into the top hole, puncturing the skin inside.
Fred didn't seem to feel anything but a mild tingle as the lab assistant
extracted several cc's of a faintly yellow liquid. The extraction took several
minutes to complete, and once the assistant seemed satisfied by the amount, he
called the other one over while removing the syringe section, leaving the needle
section stuck in Fred's nipple.
The first assistant took the syringe away while the other returned with another
syringe filled with a clear liquid. She attached the syringe to the needle,
then proceeded to inject the contents into the same place the other had come
from. When she finished, the syringe and needle were removed, and Fred
automatically reinserted the sterilized nipple pin, put his shirt on and left.
Apparently he did this three times a day without having any conscious memory of
doing it, and this seemed to make up the largest portion of the blank spots in
his memory.
But not all of them. In fact, the most important piece of information we got
came from a week he couldn't consciously recall living.
A few weeks after his initiation into the fraternity and the programming of his
mind by an unseen person, one of the senior brothers told Fred to meet some of
the other new members outside at 2:00am, and to follow the instructions given to
him by the masked stranger who showed up.
When a woman appeared wearing a black ski mask, she ordered the group to close
their eyes and to put on the blindfolds she passed out. One by one, they were
led into what felt like a school bus and were told to go to sleep. He never
knew how long he had been asleep, or how far away he had traveled before waking
up in a hospital like waiting room.
A nurse rolled a cart into the waiting room after he waited patiently in the
room for a good hour. She passed out a clipboard of forms and a paper grocery
bag to each of the ten young men there, then told them to fill out the forms and
to write their names on the bags before stripping and putting all their clothes
in it.
They followed her orders without question, then once they were all nude, she led
them all down the hall to room filled with physicians. They were given
physicals, gave blood and urine samples, ran through an assortment of other
tests and scans, then finally were told to lay down on a gurney and were knocked
out by an injection.
Fred woke up finding his right breast burning like a bitch, but having been
ordered to ignore it, he didn't touch it or complain about in the least. Just
like with Tammy, Fred found himself still nude, in strange unknown surroundings,
and completely committed to please his mistress.
The woman who he and four others pleasured for six exhaustive days was not
someone we had seen before, but it was perfectly obvious that while she was a
telepath, she wasn't talented or even smart enough to perform the kind of
programming we had been finding. In fact, she appeared to be a spoiled brat who
didn't want to do any of the work to obtain what she wanted. It was clear she
was dependant on someone else's skill and generosity, sometimes mentioning what
she was going to ask for next.
Each day they were run through the same routine, waking up in the hospital,
being run through the battery of tests like cattle, then getting knocked out
just to wake up with their breast feeling like it was on fire. But with the
wild and frenzied sex they had after they woke, Fred didn't seem to notice it
all that much.
When Fred's mistress would get tired of the five men's attentions, she would
entertain herself by having them wrestle and eventually fuck each other. Fred
had never considered sex with another man before, but the moment his mistress
said so, he desired nothing else.
Fred woke up once hearing an unfamiliar voice talking to his mistress. He only
caught a glance of the other woman before Fred was told to go back to sleep.
Even though he didn't get a good look at her, both Joey and I swore it looked
like an older version of the girl who had met Joey's dad with the man we were
looking for.
So that was when we knew we were on the right track.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 7 - Family Matters
(no sex)
When my alarm went off at 5:00 am Monday morning, both Joey and I tried to reach
over and shut the damn thing off, neither of us succeeding because we got into
each other's way.
When I gave up and let him do it, I felt the satisfaction he got from knocking
it off the table, but then I had to reach down and drag it over to me by the
cord to finally flip the alarm switch off.
Joey had experienced two hysterical fits during the night, and neither of us had
gotten much sleep because of it.
When I sat up and tried to shake the cobwebs from my mind, Joey's arm hooked
itself around my chest and pulled me back down.
"We're not going to school today," he simply stated. "Go back to sleep."
"But," I started but was hushed by Joey's finger over my lips.
"Shhh. I'm sleeping," he muttered.
I looked over at him and watched his relaxed face as he breathed. It was nice
to see him like that. Over the past week, his expression was always anything
but relaxed, and it made me wonder if it was the right thing to be rushing him
into this while he still didn't have all his memories back.
For some reason, Joey couldn't recall anything about what we did in the cell
before he was brainwashed. Joey kept saying that he felt like he had lived two
separate lives that were completely separate. With a little help, he could
recall anything in his life up until the weekend Penny and Steven lured Suzi out
to that old abandoned building and used her as bait to capture me. Everything
from that point up to and including our time spent in the cell together was
completely shut out by some kind of defense mechanism. He remembered everything
after that clearly. In fact those memories popped into his mind at random
intervals all day long.
So from Joey's point of view, he just seemed to have woken up one day a new
person without any warning. I didn't understand why he blocked it out, but I
wasn't about to force those memories to come back when he was dealing more than
he could handle already.
"You know, you worry too much," Joey suddenly said.
Without opening his eyes, he moved closer to me and snuggled up to my side,
placing a kiss on my shoulder before resting his head on it. Seeing he was at
peace with himself for the moment, I sighed and let myself fall back asleep.
The twins didn't bother us that morning, and even though my mom and dad knew we
had planned on getting up early, they didn't try to wake us up either. It was
well after ten o'clock before I awoke again, and the first thing I saw was
Joey's sleeping face within ten inches of mine.
I studied his face, noticing how different he looked from back in Jr. High. I
counted seven whiskers on his lip, thirteen on his neck and chin, and noticed
for the first time he had a scar on his forehead from a long deceased zit. His
face was widening and hardening, but still had that soft boyish look to it yet.
I felt so calm and happy just being able to study him like that, not knowing
when the next time I would be able to do so would be.
Something moved in the space between us, and it took me a moment to figure out
what it was. I watched Joey's dick finish hardening while hearing his breathing
change in pattern, then felt my own morning hardon arrive.
I was watching our dicks rise and fall, wondering if they would touch as they
hardened and softened with our breathing. I wasn't thinking about doing
anything, it was just a innocent wandering thought.
I was surprised when Joey moved his hips forward so our cocks rubbed against
each other, and I looked up to see what his intentions were. His eyes didn't
leave our dicks' rubbing against each other, and when I felt his hand on my
tool, I had to look down to see what else he was going to do.
He let go of my dick a moment and rolled over, then guided my hand to his own
hard cock before taking my dick between his legs.
"Joey?" I said with a tremor in my voice. "I'm not sure we should do this.."
He sighed, then released my softening dick and rolled onto his back.
"Where's the twins when you need them," he joked with a forced smile.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Don't worry. I just thought you'd like to relive some memories," he
said without looking in my eyes.
"I don't want to do anything that you don't want to do, so don't do something
like that again unless you feel like doing it, 'kay?"
"Yeah... Then uhm... Uh... Never mind."
"What?"
"Shit. I want to do _something_ horny. I thought maybe the twins would like
to.. you know..."
"What, blow you?"
"Not exactly.."
"You mean fuck?"
"Well, yeah, that's what I was thinking. But now I don't really know now what I
want. Actually I do know, but I can't do that."
"I want to go see Suzi too," I said, recognizing the emotion he was emitting.
"I guess we should see her before we leave."
"Yeah? Cool. Let's get up and get ready then."
We were surprised to find that my mom and dad hadn't called down for breakfast
yet, so once we had eaten, we went to check on our parents. I went with Joey to
his parents' room, and we were greeted at the door by Joey's grandmother.
"Mornin', Grandma. How's mom and dad?" Joey asked trying to peek in the cracked
door.
"I'm afraid they're a mess, honey. We had to separate them yesterday when your
mom got terrified of Tommy. He's in the next room with your grandfather, and
right now your mom is sleeping. I wish her parents were still alive. I just
don't know her well enough to do anything more than hold her and talk about
you."
"At least Uncle Paul will get here today. Maybe he'll be able to help," Joey
stated. He wasn't telling us anything we didn't already know. It just seemed
to be the appropriate thing to say.
"Have you seen my mom?" I asked her.
"Not since she left around three this morning. She had to help me calm Margaret
down, and stayed to talk a little while... I'm sorry. What's your name again?"
"Tim," I answered.
"Tim, your mother worries a lot about you. And about you too, Joey. Try not to
worry her any more than you have to, alright boys?"
"Yeah, alright, Grandma," Joey said giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Shit, Tim.
Worrying must run in your family, you know?" Joey joked.
"Well, I'm going to go find her so she can stop worrying about me leaving
without saying goodbye," I said as I backed away.
I was only ten paces away before Joey caught up with me.
"You're not going to see them?" I asked surprised.
"Grandma said she didn't think they were ready for that yet. Shit. Now I'm
wondering if maybe we should just wait until January. I want to be here for my
mom and dad when they're ready for me, you know? I really wanted them when I
was coming out of it."
"But everything is set.. Maybe we can just wait till.. Hey, I know. You come to
school with me today, go to your classes tomorrow and maybe Wednesday, then come
back here Wednesday night. I'll tell all your teachers you had a family
emergency, and then you can come back to school when things are all right with
your folks. You heard Fred. They don't even start looking for new recruits
until the second or third week. You just need to show up for classes so we know
if there are any Gamma Alpha Etas in them and stuff."
"I don't want to leave you there alone though. Couldn't you just come back with
me?"
"Nah. I'll be alright. Shit, Joey. This is nothing compared to what we just
went through. I can handle anything that might come up."
"Let me think about it," he said with a worried frown.
"Heh. I guess my mom and I aren't the only ones who worry."
We reached my dad's master bedroom, and pushed the large oak doors open to go
in. I was surprised to find my dad carefully listening to my mom's tummy with
his eyes closed.
"What are you listening for?" I asked.
"He's not listening for anything dear," my mom said softly and happily. "He's
probing your little brother or sister."
Both Joey and I must have dropped our jaws at the same time because it made my
mom laugh, breaking my dad's concentration.
"I think it was just my imagination. There's only one embryo. Not two," my dad
said before noticing us. "Morning boys. Wanna have a feel?"
My dad guided both Joey's and my mind to the barely detectable mass within my
mothers womb. It couldn't have been week old yet since it hadn't attached
itself to the lining of her insides. Actually, it could have been anything, and
I wouldn't have believed the small mass was an embryo if my mom and dad hadn't
sworn they had witnessed it falling from her fallopian tube earlier this
morning.
"Have you named it yet?" Joey asked softly as I continued to probe it for
something more distinctively human like.
"Richard Davis Grodmen if it's a boy," my mom started,
"Same as my father," my dad inserted.
"or Wendy Alicia Grodmen if it's a girl," my mom finished.
"Same as my mother," my dad added.
"Not entirely. Your mother's last name is still Harris."
"I know, but I can't help it if pop never married her, now can I?"
"Uhm, I'm not objecting or anything, but why are you naming it after dad's
parents? I mean, I know my middle name is your dad's first name, but Timothy
isn't his middle name."
"Actually, Timothy is your great uncle's name. When I was little, he used to
spend a lot of time playing with me. I always said I'd name my first son after
him, so I did. I wish he could have seen you.."
"But why aren't you going to use another name from your side along with one from
dad's side? I would think that would be more fair."
"Well, since we're on the subject of names..." my dad said looking at my mom.
"Oh, all right," my mom said with a fake sound of impatience. Then she smiled
at him before looking at me and saying, "Tim, your father and I wanted to know
if you were going to change your name."
"Change my name? Oh.. You mean from Brandton to Grodmen. Well, to tell you
the truth, I have thought about it a little, but I'm kind of used to be a
Brandton, you know? I guess I can change it if you want me to though.."
"Timothy," my dad said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "You're my son, and
you'll always be my son, even if you don't have the same last name as I do. I
don't want you to change who you are because you think it's your duty to. But
because of that, your mother suggested our second child be named after my
parents. We thought you would want to keep the name Brandton since you're used
to it, but little brother or sister will be a Grodmen. I thought that would
sound fair to you."
"Yeah.. It does, I guess," I said imagining what it would be like to have a
little sister.
The image of a younger version of my mom running naked down the hall with me and
the twins was interrupted by a strong feeling of disappointment from my dad. I
saw he wanted a little more assurance than just my words, so after a slight
hesitation, I gave him a big hug.
"I love you, son," he said returning the hug. "If you hadn't come into my life,
I would have never understood what that means. But you and your mother gave me
what I needed to figure it out."
I looked up at him with a mischievous grin and said, "You're welcome, pop. Just
make sure my little sister knows it too before she gets old enough to turn every
cute guy into her man-servant."
"Little sister?" Joey queried. "What makes you so sure it's a girl?"
"I just have a feeling, that's all," I said winking at my mom.
After discussing how Joey wished to be around for when his parents wanted him,
we ate a late lunch with Joey's grandparents to get their input, and finally
Joey agreed to go with my idea on the condition that I came back with him.
So after we finished working out the final details, I had someone bring the
mustang around front so we could load our stuff in it.
Joey acted rather odd when he saw his car for the first time since our
kidnapping. He hesitated before touching it, looking like he wasn't sure if it
was real.
"Can't we take your car?" Joey said a few moments later.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I don't know.. I keep remembering a girl... Something about this girl wanting
to get out of the car but I.. wouldn't... Oh Christ! I think... I think I
raped... Oh God... I raped her in this car. I.. NO! Don't want to remember!"
he said, clutching his head.
I kneeled beside him after his legs went out beneath him, struggling to keep his
emotions from overwhelming my own as I tried to comfort him. Joey was trembling
all over, gasping for breath, and I couldn't seem to get him to respond to me.
So out of desperation, I probed his mind, finding it replaying the memory of him
raping a fourteen year old girl after school last April.
Last April. After Steven's first attempt to capture me, but before Joey and I
were his prisoners. Joey's mind was trying to reject the memory of forcing the
girl into his car, driving her to a deserted lot, then forcing himself onto her,
eventually raping each of her holes, then making her forget it ever happened.
But it didn't feel quite right to me. Something about the way the car looked,
the way the girl looked, the way Joey remembered feeling. It just didn't seem
like it could be real..
"JOEY! IT NEVER HAPPENED! DO YOU HEAR ME? STEVEN PLANTED IT IN YOUR MIND WITH
HIS TELEPATHY! THAT'S WHY IT DIDN'T GET WIPED!"
Joey's eyes locked on mine, and as I repeated it, the agony slowly faded from
his eyes. It took a few minutes for Joey to recover, and while I explained my
reasons to him, I couldn't help wonder how many other memories Steven had
planted in that area of his mind he was still blocking out. But at least he had
punctured a hole in that otherwise blank area. It was only a matter of time.
When Joey finally announced he wanted to go, I said, "Maybe we should go in my
car. But if you still want to go and say bye to Suzi, maybe we should take a
limo, just in case she reminds you of another... uh, false memory. Simon can
have someone load my car up while we're gone."
Even though it meant we would have to come back instead of leaving straight from
the high school, Joey saw the logic of it and simply nodded.
The ride to school was extremely quiet, and I considered giving him his present
then instead of later, but I new that after we said goodbye to Suzi, we both
would need something to cheer us up. And I was right.
"But why are you two doing this? Why can't your mom or dad go with you or
something?" Suzi said painfully after we told her our plan.
"Because my mom and dad would stick out like a sore thumb. Besides, I don't
mean to brag, but they are just not as strong as Joey and I are together. And
the twins will be visiting us once we're in the fraternity just to make sure
we're okay.."
"The twins? What could they do if you got into trouble? Offer to trade for you
with a blow job? They could get hurt or.."
"They can't get hurt. They're immune to this stuff, remember? And as far as
anyone physically trying to harm them, nobody can shield themselves from their
empathic punch. They know how to knock people out with it. I still haven't
figured that one out."
"Alright, but you two are not immune. What if they get to you before you can
get to Sarah?"
"That's what the twins are for. Even if we are wiped clean of all our memories,
the twins can get us back to my dad, and he made, er, backups of us. Look, the
worst thing that could happen is they kill one or all of us. But they won't do
that. They would want us for our abilities."
"I don't like this... When is this supposed to take place?"
"We start tomorrow," Joey said, speaking for the first time since we broke the
news to her.
"Tomorrow?!" Suzi just looked back and forth between our faces, with a pleading
look.
"Suz, we have to try this. Sarah may still have her memories. I can't let her
go if there is still something left of her. And only Tim and I can do this. Or
I should say, will do this."
"You know why the Inquisitor wouldn't help us. He's responsible for the safety
of all Cabal members. If one of them is involved and he told us, he would then
have to stop us from doing anything that might harm that member. It's better
this way."
"Yeah, I know. It just amazes me how he doesn't trust the others, but he's
still loyal to them."
"Do I have any say in this?" Suzi said.
"No, not really. Tim and I talked about it, and if you are willing, we'd like
to, er, give you amnesia about us until we get back. Just so you're not
miserable."
"Fine. Do it now. Otherwise I am going kill you both mysel...."
Suzi passed out, falling into Joey's arms.
"Shit. I hope we are doing the right thing Tim."
"I hope so too. I sorta wanted a goodbye kiss before you did that..." I said
before kissing Suzi on the lips.
"Yeah, I did too," Joey said before doing the same.
"Well, boys, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into," Higgs said as
he helped Joey sit Suzi up in her chair. "Now get out of here so Suzi can get
to her last class before the bell rings. And.. Good luck."
"Thanks, Mr. Higgs," I said, giving him a surprise hug, "I'll have my mom keep
you posted once we find something."
"Don't get yourself hurt now," he said softly. "I want you both back in one
piece."
We left his office, and went straight out to the limo.
It was a cool day for August, the sky cloudless, and the air wasn't muggy like
it usually was that time of the year. The beautiful weather was unfitting for a
day such as this. It should have been pouring rain as we climbed in and sat in
silence, wondering if we would ever see her again.
Once we had pulled out of sight of the school, Joey got a soda out, but never
opened it. He just sat there with a distant look in his eyes, clutching the
cold can in his limp hands.
"Hey, Joey.. I got a present for you," I said finally, taking out a small gold
box, just like the one my father gave me when I first met him.
"Shit, Tim. You are already putting your life on the line for me. That better
not be what I think it is."
I didn't say anything as I traded the box for the soda.
"Shit, it is," Joey said, taking the coin out of the box. "I'm not taking your
coin, Tim. It's too much. I just..."
"What? You think I'd give you my coin?" I said with the biggest grin I ever
had. Then I opened my hand and flipped my coin in the air.
"What the... You mean?" Joey said, looking at his coin closely.
"Yep. One for you, and one for me. Actually, you can thank John for it. He's
always been a coin freak, and he studied mine for days. Before we, er, got
caught, John recognized yours while he was at a coin shop, and called me
straight from the counter. I was going to give it to you for a special
occasion.. I figured this was special enough."
"Are they the same?"
"Yeah," I said handing mine over so he could compare. "Except mine's a little
more worn. I'm gonna have to figure out a better way to keep it on me someday.
It's even gone through the laundry a few times."
"Wow, Tim... Thanks... Thanks a lot! Wow, my own coin.... How come you didn't
give it to your mom or dad?"
"I figured you needed it more than they did. Especially while we're away from
home. I ran across it yesterday while I was packing, I figured this would be
the best time to give it to you."
"Hey! I just cloaked my coin! Holy shit. And I did it to yours too!"
"How did you... Oh.. Hey... Try letting the coins run the cloak.. Yeah..
Cool.. They can shield themselves without us doing it for them."
"Well, I guess that takes care of that problem... At least we don't have to
leave them in the car now... I wish your mom or dad was here so we could mind
wrestle. I'm still nervous about that."
"Yeah, I know. But we spent a whole week doing that. But when even with my mom
and dad together couldn't break through, you know we wouldn't be any readier
unless we had someone else to wrestle with. I wish we could wrestle each
other."
"That would be cool. How about you and me doing some physical wrestling?"
"Nah, I'm not in the mood."
Joey got off his seat and pushed the button that turned the seats on his side of
the limo into a mattress. Then he laid down and said, "Come here."
I crawled up to him on the bed, and he looked in my eyes and said, "Thanks. I
don't know what I would do without you."
"Same here."
We hugged, then just laid on our backs talking about what we would do when we
came back with Sarah.
Seeing Joey's dad and granddad sitting on the front steps surprised us to say
the least. Joey didn't even wait for the limo to stop before he dashed out and
ran up the steps yelling, "What's wrong? Where's mom?"
As it turned out, nothing was wrong. In fact, Joey's dad was acting like his
old self, and was insisting he go with us. Since we were living in the dorms
and hadn't been able to obtain a parking place, the plan had been for someone to
go with us to take the car back home. Tom kept arguing that it was a father's
responsibility to do that, and within minutes the three Connors were resorting
to extremely foul language that even I don't use.
I was pleasantly shocked when my dad came out and said if Tom wanted to go, he
would have to agree to let him do the driving on the way back.
"You're going to?" I asked with an awful grin on my face.
"I'm your father, and it's a father's responsibility to take their child to
college their first time, right Tom?"
"Right. But I get to fuckin' drive them there if you're driving the way back."
"Echm..." I said, clearing my throat. "I believe it's my car? I'll be the one
driving it there."
"And since I paid for it..." my father said, rising up on his toes to make
himself taller than Tom.
"Fuck. Alright. Shit. I hope you're happy, Dad."
"I'm not. Does that make you feel any fucking better?" Grandpa Conner said with
a smirk.
"Yeah.. It does.." Tom smirked back.
"Shit," Joey said. "Can we go now? I'm already car sick."
The road trip was uneventful except for finding out Tom thought Joey and I were
really going to College for an education. He didn't really have a very good
grasp on reality yet. With all the memories struggling to emerge, he simply had
excepted the fact we were going to college and just ignored anything that
conflicted with that.
Joey almost broke down in tears when his dad kept saying he could have sworn he
had done this before. I felt Joey actively scan his dad's mind, finding no
trace of Sarah anywhere in his thoughts. The realization that he didn't
remember Sarah yet caused both Joey and I a lot of concern about him coming
along. In effect, we had a time bomb sitting in our car, and nobody knew how
long we had before the clock reached zero.
It was a good four and a half hour drive to the university, and by the time we
sorted out where the hell our dorm was, it was well past seven o'clock. We went
to grab something to eat before unloading our stuff, and while we were climbing
the two sets of stairs to our room, that bomb went off.
Tom was talking about his own college days, when he said, "And I'll never forget
the look on Sarah's face when she saw her dorm room for the..."
My dad, Joey and I froze, then when we heard Joey's suitcase start tumbling down
the stairs, we had to drop what we were carrying too in order to grab Tom before
he followed Joey's underwear.
"Sarah.. She's dead, Joey.. My little Sarah's dead," he said as we helped him
sit down.
"I know, dad," Joey said, wiping away his dad's tears while his own ran down his
face just as quickly. "I know."
"Joey.." I said, not understanding why he wasn't telling him.
"Let him think she's dead," he thought to me. "Trust me. It's easier to
believe she's dead than someone's toy. He'll be okay after the shock is over."
My dad and I ended up retrieving all the junk we brought, and on the last load,
my dad said, "I'm tired. How about we use the elevator?"
"What eleva.."
<ding..>
"Oh.."
When we got to the room, Joey and his dad were there talking softly. One glance
from Joey and I knew he was torn between staying with me and going back with our
dads.
So I just put on a stern face, looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm staying,
and you're going back with them."
When he opened his mouth to argue, I put one hand on my hip and pointed the
other one's index finger at him saying, "No arguments, no buts. Understand?"
His single nod felt like a death sentence. I hadn't realized how dependant I
had become thinking he would be with me in enemy territory, backing me up while
I backed him up. But I didn't let him see how much I was dreading them leaving,
and even kind of rushed them out just to get it over with. I knew I was doing
the right thing. And Joey left saying he knew I could take care of myself.
Pity I didn't believe that myself.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 8 - College Life
(mf oral)
"Jeff Wimble.." the middle aged and nearly bald man called out.
"Here.." a voice said somewhere from the right side of the room.
"Is there anyone here I didn't call?" the instructor finally asked.
I raised my hand, having gotten used to not being on the attendance sheet from
the two previous classes I had been in.
"And your name is?"
"Tim Brandon... That's be are ay en, dee oh en." I said, remembering to spell my
last name without the t. "Uhm, student number is four eight eight, six six,
seven seven, eight oh. Yes, I graduated high school a year early and I'm only
seventeen, no I'm sure I'm in the right class, and no I haven't gotten the book
yet."
"Well, at least you know the drill," the instructor said after the class had
finished rumbling their chuckles. "You know there is a lab for this class.."
"Yes sir. I'm scheduled for the Thursday 2:00pm section."
"Good. Anyone else?"
I ignored the few eyes still lingering on me, and tried to focus on what the
instructor was saying. It was very hard to keep my attention centered on
anything while feeling the mixture of nearly a hundred students' emotions around
me.
My first class, English Composition 101, only had around twenty five students,
but I had nearly let the emotional tide take over. But luckily the instructor
noticed my distress during role and made a point of asking who I was once she
had finished calling the names on her sheet. After I forced my mind to answer
her questions, I felt more in control and managed to keep the other's emotions
at bay.
I kept my mind off the sea of emotions around me for my second class, micro
economics, but the room I was in for the third was packed to its capacity,
concentrating the emotions of a hundred or so people within a small space.
Chemistry 101 wasn't exactly the most interesting class to take, and since it
was a required course for a lot of various degrees, there were a lot of people
letting their minds wander as the instructor began going over the basics that I
already had had in high school my freshman year. However, because the class had
started on Monday, and the material was only somewhat familiar to me, I
struggled desperately to concentrate on the lecture.
While the room was air conditioned, all those people made the room uncomfortably
warm. Not that it was the reason I was sweating so hard. I was seriously
straining my self control before halfway through the lecture.
My heart was racing, my stomach was boiling with acid, and people were starting
to notice my shaking hands and my nervous glances around me. I reached the
point where I knew I had to get out of there, but I was literally trapped in the
center of the room. Just the concept of trying to get up and climb/walk by all
those people to get to the aisle made me nauseous. And I really wished I hadn't
thought about it since it made me feel even worse.
The only thing that saved me from screaming and running out of there was an
Asian girl who accidentally looked in my eyes as I glanced at her. A full
empathic connection formed instantly, and the pressure of the others dropped
drastically. I felt her concern rise that something odd was happening, but
managed to push the relief I was feeling through the link to calm her worries.
Whoever she was, she was the cool collective type, and that was exactly what I
had needed right then. I opened myself up to accept every bit of her emotional
steadiness, basking in the single source of emotions while I relaxed physically
and sensually.
After a few minutes, our staring was getting more attention than I liked. Since
she sat a few rows back and closer to the aisle on my left, I was looking over
my left shoulder, and my frozen stare was rather easily seen from the back half
of the room. So I risked collapsing the link by diverting my eyes from hers,
and found it remained open even without the eye contact.
I held onto that link with every ounce of concentration I had. Once she stopped
wondering about what had happened, I felt her go back to focusing on the
professor.
That was strange. I could feel she wasn't listening to what he was saying, but
more like the way he was saying it, and probably studying his body language too.
She wasn't really concerned about the subject, having a kind of confidence that
what she knew already was more than enough to pass the class.
She simply didn't feel like a college girl. There wasn't any of the usual
college girl feelings in her, such as checking out the guys, looking for
friends, or the concerns of how to organize her social life around her school
schedule. I'm not saying that's what all college girls are like, but most of
them have at least one of those on their mind, if even for just a few moments.
But my benefactor had a sense of commitment to a task, yet that task wasn't
learning the class material. She _was_ trying to learn something, but it wasn't
chemistry.
As it happened, I didn't get much learning done myself. I was so focused on
her, I was surprised when everyone started to pack up to leave. The link
dissolved instantly, and I felt the pressure around me starting to build again.
But that just made me move even faster, and after a few minutes, I was out in
the hall where everyone was spread out.
It was noon time, and I was starving since I hadn't had breakfast yet. My next
class wasn't for another two hours, so I went and checked out the food at the
cafeteria.
I was in line marveling at how there was a selection to choose from for lunch
when I noticed her looking at me as she walked in and got in line herself. I
could feel her eyes returning to look at me, and I wondered what she was
thinking, but didn't dare find out.
You see, one of the most important things my mom and dad stressed about keeping
ourselves safe from detection was to not use telepathy unless absolutely
necessary. Apparently some telepaths had the ability to detect others using it,
even when it isn't being used on themselves. So both Joey and I were committed
not to use telepathy of any sort, deciding we would have to depend on my
empathic senses to get us the information we needed to know, and his share link
to communicate when we were apart.
While I was searching for the extra mustard and ketchup for my burger, I missed
her coming out with her food, and couldn't see her anywhere when I realized it.
So I sat down at an empty table near the pinball games to study one of them,
trying to keep my mind on something other than the emotions of the room.
"Are you trying to figure out how to play? Or do you just like flashing
lights?" a familiar voice said behind me.
To my amazement, the rather large young woman standing at the other side of the
table holding a tray of food in her hands was completely unfamiliar to me. She
was at least a hundred pounds over weight, and from the looks of her food tray,
she wasn't trying to lose any of that.
"Huh?" was the only response my brain could muster.
"Never mind. You're Tim, right?"
"Yeah..." I said, shocked that anyone would know me here.
"I'm Alicia. Mind if I join you?" she said cheerfully as she sat down.
"No.. Not at all.. Uhm.. Do I know you?" I asked, not certain if it was just
her voice and having the name of my grandmother that made her seem so familiar
to me. I could have sworn I knew her. Even her face seemed familiar.
"That depends. Do you have an older brother named Bert?"
"Nope. As far as I know, I'm an only child," I said, then thought to myself,
"Or at least I was until yesterday."
"Well, unless you have mistaken me for the Goodyear blimp," she said while
chewing, "you don't know me."
"Then how did you know my name?" I said, fighting the temptation to probe her.
"Oh. Sorry," she said before taking a good size bite out of her taco. "We have
Chemistry together. I thought you were pretty funny telling Speilman your name
and shit like that, so I remembered your name."
"I see..." I said, relaxing from sensing she was telling the truth.
"So, you live in the dorms?"
"Yeah. In Shaffer Hall."
"Oh really? I'm in Goods Hall. As soon as I saw the bathrooms in Shaffer I
said fuck this. A fat girl like me needs more elbow room."
"Heh. Er, I guess so... I didn't have any choice on which dorm I got in. We
were lucky to get a dorm room at all, not to mention one together."
"So where's your boyfriend now?"
"Boyfriend?" I said, shocked by her insight into my life. And I still couldn't
get rid of that feeling that I knew her.
"You know, the other half of we. Unless you're crazy and have an invisible
friend or something."
"Oh.." I said, trying not to show my relief. "Uh, Joe had to go back home.
Family emergency. That kind of stuff."
"Oh.. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"You can ask. But I don't give any guaranties on an answer."
"Fair enough. Are you in love with that girl?"
"What girl?" I said, looking around.
"No, you dumb ass. That girl you were staring at in Chemistry."
"Oh. No. I don't even know her."
"Really? That's good."
"Why is that good?"
"Cause I think you're cute and I don't like any competition."
"Shit. You're direct, aren't you?"
"Always have been, always will. And since we're being direct, you should know I
don't plan to have sex until I'm married. So with that said... you want to go
out sometime?"
"Sure, I guess."
"Good," she said, popping the last french fry in her mouth and then wiped her
hands and lips with her napkin. "How about tonight at seven. Meet me in Goods
lobby, and don't be late."
And with that, she picked up her empty tray and left without looking back. She
had eaten three times the amount I had bought, and I still had half my hamburger
left. I sat there trying to figure out when she had time to eat it all since
she had done most of the talking.
Then it hit me. I had agreed to go out on a date that night with her. I
couldn't believe it. In five minutes I had gone from not knowing a single soul
at the school to having a date with a girl who thought I was cute, yet I had
never seen before. What was up with that? Was this what college women do?
That would be cool.
I finished my burger, fries, and drink fairly quickly, then left to check out
Goods hall a little.
It wasn't much different than Shaffer from the outside or lobby, but after
finding a guy floor, I went and checked out the showers. She was right. The
showers were much nicer in Goods.
In the hour I had left before my college algebra class, I explored some of the
campus nearest to the dorms, then checked out the gym looking for the weight
room.
I didn't find one, and as I made my way back to the dorm to grab my notebook for
class, I realized that Fred had done all his weight training at the Gamma Alpha
Eta's house. Apparently the campus simply didn't have a weight room of their
own.
As it happened, I had my first encounter with a Gamma Alpha Eta member in that
next class. Blake Dewitt was a sophomore who's muscles made him look like a
senior. I was surprised when he sat down behind me and started making small
talk, mostly about how hot the room was, and how shitty the book was.
Apparently Blake had already had started taking the class last year, but had
dropped out right before he started working out for joining the Gamma Alpha
Etas.
I was just about to ask him about the Etas when a friend of his from a previous
semester showed up, and Blake naturally started talking with him instead. The
subject of his joining the Etas came up a couple of times, but nothing useful
came from my eaves dropping.
My empathic senses seemed to had settled down by that time. Ever since Alicia
had distracted me, I hadn't really thought about the emotions pushing in at me.
After role was called and I gave the teacher my information, I actually was able
to follow what the instructor was saying without getting distracted. I needed
to stay focused since I had missed the first class on Monday and already I found
the material was more complicated than I expected.
This was the first sign of the troubles I would have trying to make the grade.
One of the things the Eta's required was that anyone trying to qualify for
membership must have a C or better in all their classes. That was one of the
reasons Blake had dropped the class his second semester the year before. He
knew he wouldn't be able to build his muscles and get a C in all his classes at
the same time, and the fraternity permitted a student to drop one course before
beginning their training.
My problem was really the fact that I hadn't bothered to go through the process
of learning anything the past year or so. I had simply copied the knowledge
into my head from others who had learned it, then did the homework and took the
tests without ever challenging my learning skills.
While I wasn't against doing that in a pinch, I needed to go through the process
of studying and actually learning it on my own in order to better my cover
personality. It doesn't take a genius to realize if a telepath were looking for
other telepaths hiding in the mists of non-telepaths, the best way to uncover
them would be to look at how they study or do their job. Telepaths get very
used to taking shortcuts when it comes to anything normally taxing or
uncomfortable. And while I wasn't the lazy type mentally or physically, I had
developed some very bad habits from wanting to spend time on other things.
I also had a great deal of trouble not letting my mind slip out of my head and
into someone else's. That probably was the worst of my bad habits. Whenever I
got bored of the lecture, I found myself using someone else's ears or eyes to
take it in. It was a way I had found to entertain myself while keeping my
attention on the class last year. Unfortunately, I got so good at it that three
times during that class I realized I had done it without thinking of it.
It scared the hell out of me too when someone on the other side of the room told
the person I was listening through, "You're dead meat if you're gonna to cause
trouble."
I jumped and turned around to find the person behind me just as surprised as I
was because of my sudden movement. It wasn't until I saw the two guys talking
in the back with grins on their faces that I realized what had happened.
Thankfully, that was my last class of the day, and afterwards I went to my room
to rest a while, then did the rest of the unpacking. By the time I had all of
Joey's stuff put away, my stomach was telling me it was time to eat again.
For the first time since arriving on campus, I started looking forward to being
there. I guess I stopped thinking of it as a nightmare, and more like an
adventure. One which I was free to make my own decisions and not have to worry
about how those decisions affected anyone but myself. That was probably the
biggest factor right there. I didn't have to worry about my loved ones getting
hurt by what I did. Of course that would change somewhat when Joey came back.
It was only five or so when I entered the cafeteria, finding just one big group
eating together and a few small pairs scattered around the room. I didn't have
to wait in line, and found the dinner items were just being served. After
making my selection and paying for it, I was startled to find the large group
all looking at me.
Talk about a panic attack. I though I had thrown someone's telepathic alarm
somehow and they had taken over the group to get me. But my empathic senses
were picking up a feeling of humor and curiosity, and after turning red from
their shifting looks, I walked up to them as asked, "What?"
Half of them burst out laughing while a dark-haired girl wearing a cute hat said
with a smile, "Your barn door is open.."
Like the fool I was, I looked down, finding that everyone could see my white
with red hearts jockey shorts through my open blue jeans shorts.
"Oh, is that all," I said, deciding I couldn't let them get under my skin. "I
thought it was something really bad. Like I had a booger hanging on my lip or
something."
I didn't get as many laughs as I had hoped, so I dropped trying to joke around
and went for the big balls approach. I just shrugged my shoulder and picked a
table facing theirs, yet not too close, and didn't zip up until I had set my
tray down un-rushed.
I was disappointed when they more or less ignored me from that point, and even
though I obviously was listening to parts of their conversation, they never said
a word to me as they finished their meal and dumped their trays.
After I had finished eating myself, I was debating on what to do next when I saw
Alicia come in and get in the growing line. I waited for her to reach the
cashier before I got up and started strolling over to her, but stopped halfway
to her when she spotted a young looking guy sitting alone and trotted up to ask
if he was waiting for a bus.
I was strongly thinking about leaving, but then I realized nothing wrong was
going on there. Alicia was just a sucker for younger looking guys that appear
lonely and without a friend to their name.
So I walked up to the table and said, "Is this a private party, or can I join
too?"
"Hi Tim," Alicia said between mouthfuls. "Nick, this is Tim, a friend of mine.
Tim, Nick."
"Hi," Nick said with a nervous yet friendly smile.
"Hey. Nice to met ya," I said, trying to shake off his shyness and slight
fright of embarrassing himself. "You know what I did?" I said to the two of
them after sitting down.
"What? Get a tattoo of a horse on your ass?"
Nick snickered, and I was thrown off guard for a second by her outrageous
comment.
"I hadn't thought of that. I'll put it on my list for tomorrow. You wanna do
the tattooing?" I countered.
"Sure. Just let me practice a little," she said, dipping a french fry in
ketchup and using it to make a lopsided red oval on her napkin. "Well, I hope
you bring your own anesthetic," she paused to eat the fry," 'cause that was
supposed to be a circle."
"So what DID you do today," Nick asked, trying to bail me out.
"Oh, uhm... Oh yeah. I just kinda walked in here earlier with my fly open
wide. Everyone was staring at me when I came out with my food."
"Why? Do your under-britches have little hearts all over them?" Alicia teased.
"Yep. You wanna see?" I said, smiling at her with a dare in my eyes.
"If there is one thing you need to learn about me," Alicia said, not meeting my
eyes as she wiped her mouth and hands with her napkin, "I always call just to
see your cards."
It was then when she looked at me with bright eyes and a cocky grin to say, "So
drop'em skinny!"
I mirrored her grin, and without hesitating or looking away from her own daring
gaze, I stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants in one even stroke. I pulled
my pants down so fast, for a second I thought I had pulled my jockeys down with
them from the surge of cooler air hitting my loins. But because Alicia's eyes
were still locked on my face, I couldn't give her the satisfaction of taking a
look before she did.
"So tell me, Nick. Are there really hearts on them?" she said a few moments
later.
"Yeah. Cupid arrows and all. Shit, I can't believe you did that. Especially
while the dean is in here."
"What?" both of us said looking at him.
"Gotcha," he proudly said before taking a bite of his pizza.
"Looks like we have ourselves a wise guy here," Alicia said humorously. "Good
for you Nick."
"You gonna look or not?" I said, noticing her eyes were avoiding my general
direction.
"You can pull them up now. I'll see them a little later," she said matter of
fact like.
The three of us spent a good hour just getting to know each other a little
better, finding that once Nick got over his shyness, he was a pretty outgoing
guy. Of course nothing compared to Alicia's fearless personality, and I found
myself respecting that about her.
Not many people would joke about themselves like Alicia did. She never put
anyone down but herself, and when she did that, it was always in such a way you
just had to laugh with her, and not at her. Once both Nick and I understood
that about her personality, we felt a lot more at ease about letting our giggles
and snickers out.
When the room got too noisy, we went outside and walked around for a while,
talking about our classes, high school friends, and the like. It was well after
seven thirty before I mentioned our date in front of Nick, then regretted saying
anything when I felt him suddenly withdraw within himself.
"I don't know about you," I said after Alicia noticed Nick's quiet mood. "But I
don't really care to go on that date now. Do you?"
"Oh don't be such a horse's ass," Alicia cried. "The three of us have been on
the date since we five thirty. It's not like there isn't enough of me to go
around, you know."
"You know what really, really, REALLY sucks?!?" Nick said with a face full of
emotion.
"What?" Alicia and I both said hesitantly.
"She's right. There is enough to go around," he said breaking out into a great
big grin.
Alicia and I gave each other a look of relief, then I asked, "Well, then what do
you two feel like doing?"
"Whatever it is, it will have to be short. I promised my roommate I'd be in our
room after his class got out at eight to do some homework. We're in the same
Calculus class, so we're gonna split up the work."
"Where's your room?" I asked.
"Shaffer 305"
"No shit! I'm in 310, just down the hall. Heh. Howdy, neighbor," I said,
offering my hand.
He shook it, then we each shook one of Alicia's hands when she offered them to
us as well.
We arranged a time to eat lunch together the next day, and after a little more
small talk, Nick parted our company. We were sitting on a bench outside the
library, and after Nick was out of sight, I felt a hot vibe coming from Alicia
while she was putting a stick of gum in her mouth.
"So.. Got any other interesting pairs of underpants in your wardrobe?" she
said, shifting herself around to look at me without having to turn her head.
"Why? Do you?"
"Sure I do. But my g-string bikini just doesn't fit like it used to, and my
latex outfit is being waxed."
"Too bad," I said, feeling that while she was only joking, she was serious about
what she was suggesting at too. "I would have liked to have seen you in a g-
string."
"I wouldn't give up all hope, if I were you. Stranger things have happened, you
know."
"Helicopters and cars.." I said after a few quiet moments of not looking at each
other.
"What?"
"I have a pair of jockey shorts with helicopters on them, and another with
cars."
"Cars I believe. But helicopters? I'd have to see them."
"You want me to model them for you? Or just let you go through my drawers and
see it all."
"That depends on which drawers you're talking about," she said with some
difficulty.
"Which ever drawers you like," I said in a softer voice.
"Lets go," she said standing up, grabbing my hand, and pulling me after her.
She headed us straight for the small break in the trees near the back of the
library where a path lead into a small woods.
I managed to sputter out, "Where are we g..?" before ducking beneath a tree limb
she let snap back. I didn't bother to ask again since she had sat down in a
secluded spot and pulled me down next to her.
"Alicia.. Don't you think we're going a little fast?" I said.
She looked me all over like a piece of meat, then blew a large bubble with her
gum, took the gum out of her mouth with the bubble still intact, and licked the
bubble's head before sucking it back into her mouth like a pro.
"No.. Do you?" she said with a lusty yet humorous look in her eyes.
"Nope. Just making sure, that's all," I said quickly before moving towards her
to latch my mouth onto hers.
Alicia's fearless and bold nature was as strong in her kissing as it was in her
personality. No sooner had her lips press against mine than her tongue came
slithering between them to penetrate my mouth. Her hands clasped onto the sides
of my head to hold it steady as she filled my mouth with the most powerful
tongue I had ever encountered.
Without stopping, she laid me back and proceeded to probe deeper and deeper into
my mouth while she transferred more and more of her weight on top of my chest.
I found my upper arms pinned against my sides after she straddled me on her
elbows, and I soon was struggling in vain as her tongue fucked my mouth so
deeply that I was gagging.
I was in a slight daze when her tongue recoiled into her mouth, and it took me a
few moments to realize she had released my mouth and was sucking in lungfuls of
air just as I was.
I felt her lust surge when she looked down on me, and I braced myself for
another round of heavyweight tongue fucking as she descended with a deep growl.
But to my surprise, her lips and tongue attached themselves to my chin, then
sloppily kissed and licked her way to my tender neck.
Her mouth became a powerful vacuum, and before I realized it, she had given me a
monster hickey. Her hands were in the process of pulling my shirt up when I
struggled to stop her adding another hickey to the other side, but her mouth had
already done the job by the time I could have stopped her.
Once my shirt was off, she devoured my almost hairless chest, pausing to pluck
out the few hairs between my male breasts and around my nipples whenever her
tongue detected one. I received countless hickeys on my chest and belly, but by
the time she had reached that section of my body, all I was caring about was how
she kept teasing my cock through my shorts with her roaming hands.
Then suddenly she stopped and sat up between my legs. My dazed mind managed to
get my eyes to look down to see what was going on, and as I raised my head
slightly to see, she said in a husky voice, "You're so beautiful... I'm going to
eat every bit of you up!"
Her head dived for the bare skin between my waistline and my belly button, while
her hands grabbed the bottom of my shorts and began to tug. She slowly managed
to uncover more and more of my lower abdomen, and then all of a sudden her hot
wet tongue brushed across the head of my dick.
I instinctively thrust my hips forward, unintentionally causing the snap of my
jeans shorts to pop clear off. Alicia made no further attempts to prolong the
agony, just unzipped me, slid both pairs of shorts down my legs and over my
feet, then ran her tongue up and down my cock's shaft before lapping the head
and causing me to shudder.
I felt a surge of precum squirt out of my dick as she moved her mouth to its
base, then suddenly she engulfed it, probably mistaking the precum for the real
thing.
Her mouth was an entirely new experience for me. Never had I felt such a
vigorous, fat, powerful, and naughty tongue lick and swirl while her velvety
soft mouth moved itself madly up and down my cock. I hadn't shot my wad off in
a blowjob that soon for a long time. But when she tried to give me a hickey on
the head of my dick, my balls exploded with cum.
I don't remember when I noticed it was nearly dark, but after the chorus of the
crickets finally penetrated my brain, I realized Alicia had left without a word,
and as I rushed to get dressed, I realized she had taken my jockey shorts with
her.
I didn't see Alicia again until lunch time the next day, and by then my hickeys
had turned a nice mixture of yellow and purple. One look at me and Nick had to
take a closer look at Alicia, then tried to cover his confusion from not seeing
any similar marks on her.
The next two days were full of making new acquaintances, exploring the campus,
and generally learning the ropes and how to fit in. I ended up putting off so
much homework that I had to buckle down and spend all of my free time Friday
working on it, wanting to have my weekend free for other things.
Alicia had played down any of my suggestions or hints at another round of tongue
wrestling. I kept sensing she wasn't interested in me in that way now, and in
fact seemed to be coming on to Nick more and more.
So I wasn't surprised when Nick showed up for breakfast Saturday morning with
three large hickeys on his neck. After I got him to spill it, I found Alicia
had pretty much done the same thing with Nick as with me. She had even taken
his only pair of jockeys, and now all he had left were briefs. I explained to
him he might as well go buy some more, for Alicia had refused to return mine,
saying it was the price I had to pay for the experience.
We spent a good two hours talking about Alicia and a few other girls we had each
noticed, and he confided in telling me he hadn't ever been with a girl before,
especially not like that. Oh sure, he had kissed a couple of girls in high
school and had felt one of them up, but we both agreed that college women were a
lot different than high school girls, and discussed what we thought the
differences were in detail.
Nick's roommate Lenny showed up looking for him, and after we were introduced,
Lenny mentioned we had Chemistry together and suggested we work together on the
homework. That made me wonder how many people had taken close notice of me in
Tuesday's class. Lenny was the fifth person who had asked about the girl, and I
was still feeling the eyes of people glancing at me in class, probably to see if
I was doing it again.
Speaking of that girl, I hadn't seen her since losing her in the cafeteria that
first day. I had made a point of searching for her cool steady calmness with my
empathic senses on Friday as I walked up one aisle and down the other right
before class. It wasn't the best way to find if she was there, but I didn't
want to risk drawing any more attention to myself than I already had. If I had
used a telepathic pulse, it would have been like sticking a telepathic bullseye
a mile wide on my forehead.
Nick had to go with Lenny to meet some people, but we both wanted to confront
Alicia at lunch, so we agreed to do it together.
I spent part of the two hours left before lunch talking to my mom, dad, and Joey
on the phone, and had trouble getting rid of a touch of homesickness after
hanging up. In fact, I wasn't very hungry by the time I met Nick for lunch, and
after Alicia didn't show, I went for a long walk around campus.
I was somewhere on the other side of campus when I noticed a large group of
Eta's walking silently down another path, apparently heading towards one of the
buildings I had just passed. To the causal observer, they simply appeared to
have their minds on something else as they all passed within five feet of me.
But I knew that expression very well. They were on their way to serve their
master or mistress, each one feeling anxious about how they could please their
owner more than the rest.
I secretly watched them enter the building marked "Harrison III - Medical
Research", then considered following them in, but didn't. I instead went on my
way, and as I passed the side of the campus bordering the fraternity houses, I
noticed another group crossing the street and heading my way.
I sat down under a tree and made like I was waiting for someone to show up.
None of them paid me any attention when I would stare at them for a few moments,
then look around and check my watch once in a while.
Blake from my algebra class was in that group, but never gave me any sign of
recognition when I gave him a friendly nod while he stared in my general
direction.
Once they had all walked over the hill, I cautiously followed them, keeping a
great distance between us. They went to the same building as the first group
had, and I decided I could stick around a while to see what happened when they
came out.
It was around two thirty before the Eta's started trickling out, their actions
and conversations restored to that of bunch of college students coming out of a
lecture. Once I saw that much, I left before any of them could see me.
When I got back to my dorm room, I found a note from Lenny and Nick asking me to
stop by their room when I got back, and to bring a soda if I wanted.
Just as I raised my hand to knock, Lenny opened the door and nearly walked right
into me.
"Whoa!! Sorry, bud," Lenny said as he jumped back the last second. "I was just
coming to go look for ya."
"Huh? Why?" I asked, walking in to find Nick and another guy I didn't know
sitting on a bunk, each with a catalog laying open on their laps. There were
catalogs scattered all around the room, some of them open, while others having
been bookmarked with pieces of notebook paper.
"How would you like to get in on a once in a life time opportunity?" the
stranger asked.
"Tim, this is my cousin Kirk," Lenny announced. "He came up with an idea, and
both Pete and I think it will sell. We wanted to see if you wanted in on it."
I had the feeling he was trying to wind me up, so I looked him in the eye and
said, "Why me?"
He looked over at Nick and said, "Well, we, uhm.. Nick kinda mentioned your dad
made a lot of money, and..."
"It wasn't my idea to ask you," Nick explained.
I looked at Kirk as his smirk disappeared from his face, then I looked down at
the catalog in his lap.
"Pornos?" I exclaimed as I examined the open page more closely. "What are you
going to do? Make your own?"
"No, stupid," Kirk said with a snort. "We're gonna show them and charge three
bucks a pop for admission. I already got the projector and the place to do it,
but I don't have the cash to get a flick."
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Nineteen. What about it?"
"How are you going to get these movies, let alone show them, if you're not
twenty-one?"
"Look. You let me worry about that. If my partner hadn't blown his book money
in a poker game, I wouldn't be looking for someone else to let in on this. My
brother did this a few years ago at his college, and made a couple grand a year.
That's where I got all this shit," he said, indicating the catalogs scattered
around the room.
"Then why not just borrow a few from him?" I said, picking one up and pawing
through it.
"Because he graduated, and he sold the shit to a friend of his who ended up
getting busted and lost it all. The stupid fuck got greedy and started posting
it on the school's bulletin boards to get more people."
"What a dumb ass," I said, trying out my new cuss for the first time.
"So are you interested?" Lenny asked.
"Maybe," I said, looking closer at one of the films. "Holy shit. I know this
guy."
"What?" Nick said as Lenny and Kirk stood up to see.
"This guy right here," I said turning the ad towards them and pointing to it.
"I met him on my way home from visiting an old girl friend this summer. I knew
he did pornos when he was younger, but this looks really recent."
"Wait a second," Kirk said, grabbing another catalog and flipping through the
pages. After he couldn't find what he was looking for in the one he had, he
started digging through the pile and picked out three.
"Here," he said handing one to both Nick and Lenny. "These have bigger pictures
in them and a casting list. I'm pretty sure I remember seeing that one in one
of these."
I checked out the rest of the one I had been looking at as they searched, then
noticed one had fallen on the floor and had been kicked partially underneath the
bunk.
I picked it up and looked through it, then when I reached about halfway, I
exclaimed, "Holy shit-ca-bobs! Here's a whole page of him! And one with his
wife. And his old wife. Wow. They really made a lot of pornos together.."
"How well do you know this guy?" Kirk asked urgently.
"Not very well. I just ate lunch at his house after I gave his son a ride. I
only talked to him for a little bit."
"Do you think he'd let you borrow some of his films?"
"Nah.."
"Fuck."
"But his sons would give them to me for free if I asked right," I announced.
"They would? Awe man... If you managed to get a few of Dirkman's flicks... I
mean, they're good. My brother showed me one once. But they want a hundred
bucks a reel. I wasn't looking to buy anything but the cheap shit until I was
making some money. Fucking A. One of his would kick ass for opening night!"
After discussing the details a little further, I decided that his plan, or
rather his brother's plan, was indeed a good one, if illegal. Right before the
regular staff went home on Fridays, Kirk or one of his buddies would sneak into
the auditorium of one of the oldest buildings on campus. They would wait until
it was safe to let the others in to set up their equipment, then at midnight
they would open the back door to let their customers in.
There was no age restriction for seeing the movie, nor for buying the beer Kirk
and his partners would be selling there on Friday and Saturday nights. Since it
was on campus, and the movies were usually double features, there wasn't much
danger of anyone driving home drunk since everyone usually lived within walking
distance.
In fact, to prevent accidents from happening, anyone who stayed the entire night
in the auditorium was handed a free pass to the next movie at the crack of dawn.
Since most of the profit came from the selling of the beer and not the tickets,
this arrangement not only provided a way to keep themselves and their customers
safe from getting busted, but also generated a lot of return customers that
usually drank a lot of beer.
The auditorium was like a small gymnasium but with a cement floor instead of
wood or tile, so the clean up would consist of bagging the trash and then hosing
the floor down to get rid of the left over spilt beer. Occasionally there would
be a few puke cleanups, but most of the time the pukers managed to make it to
the designated puke cans scattered all over the place.
No chairs were supplied or allowed in the auditorium for the movie, so everyone
was expected to bring their own cushions or blankets to lay on. This was
necessary to keep the setting up and clean up times to a minimum.
Kirk's brother had discovered that there were three different categories of
people who came to his movies. Ones who came to get drunk, ones who came to see
the movie, and ones who came to fuck.
The watchers would sit in the front so they could see, the drinkers sat near the
middle right where he served the beer, and the fuckers always spread out in
small groups, usually in the back. By the time the second movie was halfway
through, a lot of the watchers would have migrated to the drinkers group, or if
they were lucky, they would have made their own fucker group.
Lenny was one of the people who were going to help Kirk run the show, but Nick
wasn't involved other than being interested in seeing a few of the movies.
While I wasn't really interested in seeing any pornos myself, I told them I
would try and see what could get. They didn't have to know I had no intention
of contacting Brian's dad or his brothers like I had said. Depending on what
Joey thought about it, if I did help them, I'd just ask my dad to order a
supply, then make up something to explain how I got them.
Kirk went to dinner with us, saying he hated to cook, and his frat house made
everyone cook their own meals on the weekends. I found that he had considered
trying out for the Gamma Alpha Etas last year, but he just wasn't interested in
spending all his free time working out when he could be making money instead.
Nick mentioned he had a strong interest in joining the Etas, and I had to back
him up when Lenny sneered at him and asked why he would want to join a
fraternity full of fags.
A small argument pursued, Nick and I defending the Etas while Lenny and Kirk
made all sorts of unfounded conclusions that even they new weren't really true.
We called it a draw and got off the subject, and finally broke up around seven
when Nick and I spotted Alicia with a young looking oriental guy heading out the
door.
When we couldn't find any trace of Alicia or her next victim outside, Nick asked
what I knew about the Etas. I told them the generic public knowledge type
stuff, finding he didn't know hardly anything except they were considered the
best fraternity on campus.
"They aren't really gay, right? I mean, they were just jealous that they didn't
have what it takes to get in."
"How should I know? I mean, I'm sure a few of them are gay. There's always a
few. But you don't have to be gay to get in or anything."
"I guess you're right... Hey, if you really are serious about trying to get in,
maybe we can workout together. I don't think Lenny is going to be much help,
and I need all the help I can get with this wimpy body," he said patting his
flat chest.
"I'm sure Joe won't mind if you work out with us. Speaking of Joe, I'm supposed
to call him before eight tonight in case we need any last minute items. He's
bringing a portable TV and a VCR with some movies, a fridge, a microwave, and a
ton of soda. Can you think of anything else besides a couple of pornos?"
"Yeah.. Another room for you to put all that shit in. What are you going to
do? Rip out a bunk?"
"Don't worry. We have all of that figured out," I said mysteriously.
"Well, the only other thing I can think of would be some beer for Lenny, but he
can get his own through Kirk easily enough... Oh! I know! Have him bring a
couple of decks of cards and some chips for poker. You play poker?"
"Sure do," I said, omitting the fact it had always been strip poker and I had
played to lose. "I'm not all that good, but I'd like to see someone whip Joe
really bad. I gotta get on the horn though. Where ya gonna be later?"
"I don't know. Probably out looking for Alicia some more. If you want, I'll
stop by your room after dark and we can go hang some where."
I agreed, then went back to the dorm to make my phone call.
Joey and I were on the phone for over two hours before he announced he needed to
go to bed. He wanted to be on campus before noon tomorrow, so he had to leave
home around seven. Since he was bringing a lot of stuff with him, my dad and
his dad were coming with him again, but this time in a van instead of a car.
When I got back to my dorm that night, I found a note from Nick saying he had
gone with Lenny and Kirk to a party and wouldn't be back until late. He had
apparently waited for me as long as he could before Kirk threatened to leave
without him, so I crumpled up the note and decided to go to bed myself.
The problem with going to bed early is that you then usually have a harder time
sleeping in the next morning. I finally gave up trying to go back to sleep
around seven thirty, and spent two hours trying to find something to do. No one
seemed to be up except for those who had to be, and they all had something they
had to do. I suspected Nick wasn't going to make an appearance until after ten,
and while I had met a lot of the guys on the floor including my immediate
neighbors, none of them seemed to be interested in anything but getting their
shower and spending a lot of time combing their hair.
Actually Gary, one of the guys next door to me, did do something other than work
on his personal hygiene. While his roommate was showering, I felt his arousal
growing as he jerked off in his bunk. That came as a relief to me, hoping I
wouldn't have to battle his horniness that night like I had the past three
nights. I was determined not to stoop to that level. To jerk myself off alone
would be a waste of perfectly good spunk. I was waiting to see if I could talk
Alicia or someone else in doing it for me.
I went for several walks around the campus, waited in my room with my door open
incase someone like Nick would wake up and want to do something, and generally
piddled around, finding the clock running slower and slower as it came closer to
eleven.
At ten till eleven, I went outside and planted myself where I would be able to
see them pull up when they got there. I knew they probably wouldn't arrive
before eleven thirty, but I was hoping Joey had drove, meaning they would get
there before the standard ETA since he liked to speed.
Eleven thirty came and went, and all too slowly eleven forty five did so also.
I was cursing at myself for not calling my mom to see what time they had left,
but was committed in staying right where I was, knowing if I went to call her
then, they would get there while I was inside.
By twelve o'clock I was pacing back and forth so hard I swear the concrete was
starting to show some wear. By twelve ten I was ready to make a dash for the
phone, but I kept talking myself into just another five minutes.
I nearly tore the door off the dark maroon van when it pulled up at twelve
twenty four, and after expressing my concerns that they had been run off the
road and had died in an big ball of flames, I listened to their excuse of having
blown a tire right after leaving home.
We were in the process of carrying things up to our room when Nick and Lenny
finally showed their faces. They offered to help after seeing parts of the
custom built entertainment center and a huge supply of soda sitting outside the
room in the hall.
The designers of the dorm had designed the room using every bit of the little
space they had as efficiently as possible. Of course that had been eighty years
ago, and since then the furnishing had been replaced more modern yet less
effective versions of what they had originally built.
Apparently, before Goods had been built, there had only been two dorms, Shaffer
and Cain. About twenty years ago, Cain had a major fire on the lower floors
between semesters which effectively made the building unsafe for use. They had
been forced to house the displaced students in Shaffer the following semester,
doing a make shift job converting the rooms from holding two people to four.
They ripped out the desks, the beds and the efficiently designed cabinets above
them, and replacing them with two sets of bunk beds, a couple of cheap stand
alone wardrobes, and a small table that couldn't comfortably allow two people do
their work, let alone four.
After Cain was restored and Goods was built, they supplied them with beds using
the top bunks and original beds from Shaffer, not even giving the option that
the room's occupants might prefer bunk beds since the bottom and top bunks were
not interchangeable. They also removed the temporary wardrobes which were
falling apart, but never restored the rooms to their formal efficient design.
The only original piece of furniture left in the room were the two wardrobes,
they having been spared since they were built into the walls of the room.
In other words it was a Frankenstein setup, and even though we were specifically
told not to modify the room's furnishings, we detached the bunks from the walls,
assembled the heavy wooden frame which converted our two single bottom bunks
into a new set of bunk beds, then got stopped cold when Joey's dad realized the
electrical wiring for the room wasn't rated to carry the TV, VCR, microwave and
fridge at the same time.
As Joey and his dad cussed up a storm about the lousy wiring, Nick, Lenny, and I
put our heads together in assembling the microwave and fridge half of the
cabinets while my dad tried out all the neat gadgets Joey had the carpenters add
to the bunk bed frame. Lights, built in personal stereo and cassette decks,
quiet running fans, heating blanket controls, and individual alarm clocks that
could alternately turn on the stereo instead of the annoying buzzing noise. My
dad wasn't all that good with electronic gadgets, but he had a ball switching
everything on and off until he managed to find a station he liked and listened
to it a while.
It turned out that for all the precautions and multiple measurements I had taken
and phoned in, we simply couldn't run all four things in our room. We had the
choice of keeping both the TV and VCR or just one of the other two appliances,
so we decided to keep the fridge and made a deal with Nick and Lenny that we
could use the TV and VCR in their room anytime we wanted if they weren't
studying or sleeping. The microwave ended up in Greg's room, he having hung
around the room after his roommate had left for some kind of band practice.
Joey and his dad gave each other a really big hug before our fathers left around
six. I felt guilty for not giving my dad anything more than a healthy squeeze,
but I quickly forgot about it as Joey and I formed a share link and started
filling each other in.
The share link didn't provide us a means of communicating directly like our
telepathic connections or two-ways did, but we had found a way to send each
other a varying signal by surging the amount of what we were trying to share.
We basically were using the share link to send Morse coded messages to each
other. My parents had never detected them, and neither had the twins, so we
were fairly certain this was safe to use.
Joey's parents were pretty much out of the woods for the time being, and even
though their memories had for the most part returned, they both were under the
belief that Joey was going to college because he was ready for it. I never
realized how vulnerable Joey had been while I had been helping him remember
things. He, his parents, and probably Suzi too would have believed anything we
said to them during their recovery. They simply hadn't trusted their own vague
memories to be accurate, and would have literally adjusted their memories to fit
what we were telling them.
We went to bed early again, then after listening to Joey tossing and turning in
his bunk above me for over an hour, he finally sighed and said he was coming
down.
Fifteen minute later, Joey's bunk was on the floor next to mine, and he was
curled up against me asleep in another ten. Joey had slept with my mom, me, the
twins, or his parents ever since I woke him from his empathic induced long
sleep. I wondered if he would ever sleep alone again, then decided I didn't
mind if we never got to use the bunk beds the way Joey had designed them.
Even Gary's building arousal as he jacked himself off again during his
roommate's shower didn't disturb me as I drifted to sleep beside my bestest
friend in the world.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 9 - All According to Plan
(no sex)
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim J. Brandon Level: Freshman Major: BS Busn Admin
Course Crd *------------------Class times------------------*
Name hrs Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
-------- --- --------- --------- --------- --------- ---------
Eng 101 3 0800-0920 0800-0920
Econ 101 3 0930-1050 0930-1050
Hist 101 3 1000-1050 1000-1050 1000-1050
Chem 101 5 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 X
" LAB 1400-1650
Col Alg 3 1400-1450 1400-1450 1400-1450 1400-1450
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Joe E. Thomas Level: Freshman Major: BS Biol
Course Crd *------------------Class times------------------*
Name hrs Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
-------- --- --------- --------- --------- --------- ---------
Eng 101 3 0800-0850 0800-0850 0800-0850
Col Alg 3 0900-0950 0900-0950 0900-0950 0900-0950
Chem 101 5 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 1100-1150 X
" LAB 1400-1650
Biol 101 5 1200-1250 1200-1250 1200-1250 1200-1250
" LAB 1300-1630
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Shit," Joey said as we compared schedules the next morning while walking to his
first class.
"Well, at least we have chemistry together," I sighed, marking an X next to it
on both our schedules. "I told you we should have declared the same major," I
teased.
"Well at least my major has something to do with what we're here for," Joey
countered.
"True, but when you shot down my idea of going for a general degree so we
wouldn't have to take any of the harder classes, I figured I better go for
something I'm interested in. Both my mom and my dad have a BS in business
administration, and even if they didn't really earn them, I figured it should
come easier to me since they seem to like it."
"Heh. In their case BS means a Bull Shit degree. Shit, Tim. I wonder if we'll
really get a degree when we get that far, or do what they did and just.. You
know.. Take the easy way."
"I don't know.. I mean, I want to say we'll do it the right way, but from the
way our high school days were going.."
"Yeah... I know what you mean," Joey said as he opened the door for us to the
building with his first class.
Since we were now officially in the second week of classes, both Joey and I took
a moment before he went into the classroom to activate his cloaking personality.
The class had already been in session for a good twenty minutes, so we didn't
give the cloak a quick test like we had originally planned. I sat outside the
classroom in case something went wrong, feeling Joey's nervousness concerning
both entering the class a week late and using his cloak in front of all those
people for the first time.
Things went as well as could be expected, although Joey had to do a few last
minute tweaking of his cloak personality when it kept smiling his "Hey,
beautiful" smile at the teacher whenever she looked his way.
When the class ended, Joey and I followed the instructor to her office to get
Joey copies of the previous week's handouts. She was the same instructor I had
for my English Composition class, and she was telling Joey about how I had
nearly jumped out of my seat when she had asked me my name last Tuesday.
Joey dropped his cloak as we were walking to the next class, and I noted he
seemed more at ease than before meeting Mrs. Rickman. He made the comment that
at least we could still study together for her class, but then realized since it
was a composition class, there wouldn't really be any tests to study for, just
papers to write.
We lucked out again when his College Algebra teacher was also the same as mine,
and we gave each other five realizing we would at least be sharing the math work
load. After I sensed him relaxing in his seat, I left to try out my own
cloaking personality in the cafeteria, then almost missed him leaving with the
teacher to get the stuff he had missed in that class.
Once we were on my way to my history class, I kept waiting for Joey to lower his
cloak, but he never did. When we arrived at my class, he gave me a friendly pat
on the back and said, "Later, dude," then left to go explore on his own for a
while.
I nearly forgot to activate my cloaking personality, then more or less sat back
in my own mind to watch everything that went on, ready to grab control back in
case I had to correct something.
After only a few very minor changes, I found my cloaked personality was handling
everything perfectly, and started to pay less attention to what it was doing. I
hadn't actually used my cloaking personality in class before, and I realized
that I had been stupid for not doing so. It actually was kind of cool letting
it do all the work, but by the time the class was over, I was getting pretty
tired of not having anything to do myself.
Joey wasn't outside the class when it ended, but he showed up almost right
afterwards sweating like a nun in labor. (If you were a nun, and you were
labor.. Well, I'd be sweatin' it pretty gosh darn hard. Wouldn't you?)
"What happened?" my cover self said for me.
"Nothin'," he said grinning wildly. "Just lost track of time talking to this
chick. Ready to go to chemistry?"
After already having endured four classes in that packed room, I didn't really
think about the emotional turmoil pressing in on me as the room filled up around
us. But it was still a comfort feeling Joey's presence beside me, especially
while I didn't have the usual distraction of having to pay attention in class.
I ended up thinking about how well Joey was handling everything his first day.
I had been a wreck by this point, but Joey had even talked to a girl, apparently
even he having been the one to initiate the conversation.
We reluctantly parted company again after class since I usually ate lunch with
Nick, and Joey had another class to go to.
Nick and I weren't even looking for Alicia or the Asian guy who we had seen her
with, but sure enough, we noticed him looking around the room with his tray in
his hands, his neck showing the marks of Alicia's sucking mouth in four
different places.
When he gave up looking for her, he joined a group of friends, joining in the
conversation while keeping an eye out for you know who.
Nick and I decided not to bother him with our tales, and after joking about what
kind of underwear he probably had lost to Alicia, we left to go watch one of the
pornos Joey had brought.
"Shit," Nick said as the two woman started going at it. "This is good stuff."
"Haven't you ever seen a porno before?" I asked.
"Sorta," he said, his attention fixed on the two women working each other over.
"Sorta?"
"Uhm, well, I haven't actually seen a X rated movie like this before, but there
was this one R rated move where you see a guy and a girl fucking. Shit. I wish
I was the one sucking that breast.."
"Yeah, her tits are good sucking tits. See how Lisa can get part of the areola
to bulge into her mouth while she sucks? I love those kind."
"You sound like you've tried them," he said matter of fact like.
I was tempted to tell him I had, but didn't since it wasn't part of my cover
personality's story. I had already bragged about too many things that my cover
personality didn't include in its memories. I hadn't lied about any of it, just
didn't want to make myself look like a bull shitter, especially if someone
scanned my cover-self's thoughts.
"I have.. in my dreams, you know?" I said, nudging him with my elbow.
"Hell yeah. I'll probably have a great big wet one tonight," he joked.
"Hey Nick. Can I ask you a really personal question?" I asked.
"How personal?" he said looking up and losing the grin on his face from my
serious look.
"Personal. As personal as you probably can get," I said in a hushed voice.
He glanced at the screen, then back at me for a moment, then frowned and said,
"I don't know.. Tell me your question, then maybe I'll answer it and maybe I
won't."
"All right," I said, seeing his uneasiness peeking through the forced look of
confidence on his face. "Ever since I came here and Alicia gave me that
blowjob, I've been fighting the urge to jerk off at night. I know Greg and
several of the other guys do it when they get the chance alone, but I don't feel
it's right to do it alone. I'm not asking you to do it with me or anything,
just.. Well, do you do it? If you don't... How do you resist? Especially
after Alicia.."
"Shit," he said, his eyes back on the screen yet not watching it. He was
struggling on whether to answer my question truthfully or not, finding it hard
to admit to the truth even when he felt he could trust me with it.
When he reached a decision, he took the remote and paused the tape before
looking at me with a serious look.
"If you ever tell anyone.."
"The only person I'd ever tell is Joe. We don't keep secrets, you know?"
"All right. If you trust him that well, I guess it's.. okay. One of the first
things Lenny told me when we first started being room mates was that he jerked
off every night, and if I wanted to, it would be just between him, me and my
hand. So, to answer your question, I don't resist. Lenny usually starts
jerking himself off, then I guess I do it to because he's doing it. I'm not gay
though."
"I didn't think you were," I said surprised at his mentioning it. "Thanks Nick.
Wasn't exactly what I was hoping you'd say, but its cool with me. Maybe if Joe
feels like it, we'll start jerking of again. I don't know.."
"Do you talk about stuff like that with him a lot?" Nick asked.
"Sometimes. I mean, we've done practically everything together. He's like my
brother, you know?"
"But you don't... Jerk each other off, do you?" he asked cautiously.
"Look, are you going to watch the flick? Or ask me about what I tell and do
with my best friend?"
"Well, since you mentioned it," he said after a moment's hesitation. "There is
just one other thing, then we can go back to the movie. You don't have to tell
me if you don't want to..."
I sighed, then said "I guess I started this. Go ahead and ask it."
He opened his mouth, then shut it, unsure if he should ask something so personal
or not. He straighten his posture, then tried looking me in the eye, but then
lost his nerve again.
"Stop stalling and ask, you wimp!" I said giving him a friendly shove.
"All right! Do you two talk about sex at night?"
"Huh?" I asked, having prepared to answer a much more revealing question. "Uhm,
sometimes. Well, not really. Why? Do you?"
"A friend and I used to on the phone, but we got burnt out of it and stopped. I
just wondered, that's all," he said before turning back and starting the movie
up again.
I sat there, realizing how innocent Nick was to the ways of the world. Even
though he was two years older than I was, I felt that I was more mature in many
ways. Nick probably still got hard just looking at a playboy's cover, let alone
a centerfold.
I left Nick alone after it became clear he was dying to shoot off, but he wasn't
about to do it around me. So I spent the remaining time I had looking for
Alicia without having any success.
When I got to my 2:00 algebra class, Blake was already there talking to his pal
and a couple of others.
".. and I still haven't gotten used to the chicks throwing themselves at me.
Its worth every bit of it, trust me."
"What's worth it?" I asked, pretty sure I knew.
"Hey.. er... Tim, right? Yeah.. You probably could use it more than these
guys do."
"What?" I repeated.
"The Eta's special workout, that's what. Starting next week, yours truly and a
bunch of my frat brothers are starting the annual Gamma Alpha Eta muscle
building program in our weight room."
"You guys have a weight room?" my cover-self asked with enthusiasm. "Shit, I
looked all over campus the day I got here for one. Does it cost anything to use
it?"
"Sorry, bud. We're not a fitness club that you can just pay a membership fee to
use our equipment. The only way you could get to use our stuff is by asking a
Eta member, such as myself, to coach you in our initiate program."
"Yeah?" my cover-self said with an expression of hopeful excitement. "Do you
think you could coach me? I'd do anything to get in the Etas. You guys have
everything."
"I'm not sure you'll qualify the first time since, no offense bud, but you're
kind of small. But even if you don't get in at mid semester this time, you
could always try again at the end of the semester, and you'll be ahead of the
game then."
"So you'll coach me?" I said, giving him the younger-brother-wants-to-idolize-
his-older-brother look that I had copied from Jason and a few others.
"Here," he said, handing me a ten page packet with the Gamma Alpha Eta logo on
the coversheet. "Look this over and fill out the forms if you're really
interested, then come to one of the information sessions listed on the first
page. You'll have to take a physical right after the session if you're still
wanting to get in, and they'll want a urine sample so don't go before the
session. They just want to make sure you're not on drugs or some shit like
that. Here, you guys want one too, I know you do.." he said, passing some more
packets out to the four or five guys actively listening to what he was saying.
My cover-self quickly scanned through the packet while the teacher was getting
ready to start class, then reluctantly put it away to take notes. I was
strongly tempted to override and take another look at the packet, but I knew
from that moment on, any such interruption or alteration of my cover personality
would be at the risk of someone detecting my extremely low telepathic activity
while I did so. The fun was over. Now all there was left was a lot of work,
and lot more waiting.
Joey, Nick, and I sat in the front row with our filled out forms in hand that
Thursday evening. Joey had approached one of the two Eta's in his Biology class
after I used the share link to tell him about my conversation with Blake. After
Joey's biology lab got out, we went to the cafeteria to meet Nick, only to find
that not only had he already got his own packet, he had two extra sets for us.
The turn out at the information session was huge, but since we had gotten there
three hours early, a large number of the Eta's had talked to us, eager to keep
us enthusiastic about trying to get in. Everyone one of them told us if we did
everything we were supposed to in our workouts without slacking off, we would
get in even if we didn't pass what they called the muscle requirement.
The information session was very direct and open. Mike, the fraternity's
leader, explained that the main reason the Eta members always had better grades
after joining was from the physical exercise they required all members to
perform. Their concept was based on the belief that the mind performed better
if the body is driven to the point of exhaustion several times a week. He kept
repeating their motto, "A healthy and fit body produces a healthy and fit mind."
Mike denied any sort cheating or even tutoring to improve the grades of their
frat brothers. And after that topic had been exhausted, he landed a bombshell
that caused quite a stir.
"No member of the Gamma Alpha Eta is allowed to have sex without the permission
of its leaders and the testing of the intended partners."
Once the crowd had stopped laughing and saw he was serious, a lot of shouting
went on about rights and such. But Mike didn't back down, and after seven or
eight guys got up and left, he continued answering questions until they had been
exhausted too.
The next topic he launched concerned the topics of drugs, smoking, and other no-
nos, ending up on the subject of no unauthorized drinking, and the amounts would
always be limited by the leaders.
After a few other people left, and the rest of the crowd had swallowed that
bitter pill, he went on to give the official benefits. Every member graduated
on time with grades exceeding their original expectations. The cooking was good
and while it was also healthy, he noted that he never heard anyone complain they
didn't like the grub.
All the fraternity beds were full size, explaining that with the increase in
body size, twin beds or laughably even the bunks in the dorms were simply were
not acceptable. The workouts were scheduled as to not conflict with they school
work, and since there wasn't much time for entertainment with all the workout
periods, their weight rooms were each equipped with large TVs with over a
hundred cable channels, and kick ass sound systems that out performs anything
else on campus.
And while no one was permitted to get drunk off their ass, the alcohol was free
at the parties. Mike naturally added that you had to be of age to drink, but
everyone there knew that once you were a Eta they didn't really enforce that
rule.
Mike also stated that any approved sexual activity was completely kept
confidential, and that if requested, they may use the frat's "romance room"
which contained a waterbed, a full sized mirror on the ceiling, and a supply of
condoms which were required in intercourse with a woman.
Someone in the crowd pondered whether the gays would have to use condoms too,
causing a large outbreak of laughter which was killed when Mike responded by
saying, "If they both tested to be free from any possible infection, then no,
they wouldn't have to use the condom, but we generally stress you still should.
We don't have many homosexuals in our fraternity, but we don't penalize them.
If you have a problem coexisting with someone who is bi or gay, you won't fit in
here. No one has ever been forced into a sexual encounter of any kind. If
you're not gay, you don't have to worry about someone dropping the soap and
asking you to pick it up. That simply doesn't happen here. Any questions?"
Surprisingly there wasn't, so then Mike turned it over to another member to
instruct us how to turn in our forms and take our physicals.
That was probably the most difficult part. There really wasn't a mad rush to
the next room, but there were enough people ahead of us that it took a good
twenty minutes before I could hand someone my form and watch them process it.
Once they had confirmed my identity by examining my drivers license and student
ID, I was given a little plastic cup with a number on it, and told to fill it
before going to an examination room.
Actually, the examination rooms were just those office cubicles, and since you
could see that they were stripped naked inside them, I knew that my cover
personality was going to have a blush fit any moment.
My cheeks were already red by the time I stepped in the bathroom to fill my cup,
then after I finished emptying myself into the urinal, I passed Joey on the way
out.
He messaged me through the link that it wasn't funny, and I was about to message
back to ask what he was talking about when he came back out and I noticed his
body flush.
Both I and my cover personality had a good chuckle about that, but we cooled our
humor when they called next, escaping Joey's murderous looks by stepping into
the open cubical.
It was strange for me to feel my cover personality having timid feelings about
being nude as I stripped under the close eye of the medical student. He
obviously was not a member of the fraternity, having less muscle than I had.
But he knew what he was looking for, and after a few grunts and huhs, I started
to feel concerned that he wouldn't pass me.
After the run of the mill physical, he said to fully qualify I would need to
have a blood sample taken and he could do it then, but I could wait until I was
sure I was going to go through with it.
From the way he said it, I knew he didn't think I had a chance in hell of
getting in that mid-semester. But my cover personality was committed to getting
in as was I, so I heard myself tell him to take it now since there wasn't any
point of delaying.
If I had known he was going to take as much as he did, I would have asked to do
it in two goes. But after he filled the dozen or so vials, he slapped a Band-
Aid on my drained vain and told me to get dressed, adding that I should be
careful if I got dizzy.
If I got dizzy? Shit. If Nick hadn't chickened out when they asked him for
blood, I don't know how the hell we would have gotten back to the dorms that
night. We weren't the only ones with that problem, but as we sat there drinking
the orange juice Nick had retrieved for us, I noticed nobody else seemed to be
as bad as us.
We crashed that night after we somehow made the journey back to the dorms on
foot. Joey even skipped English Comp Friday morning, complaining he was too
weak to get up, but managed to get up in time for his algebra class, saying he
didn't want to have to go to my 2:00 session because he'd miss his date with
that chick he had met on Monday.
Why that didn't set any alarms off in my head, I don't know. But the moment I
felt Joey's share link go nuts and then break, every alarm in my head was
ringing with a panic then.
I was absolutely overwrought with worry while my cover personality went on
taking notes as if nothing was wrong. The class was almost over at the time, so
I just waited until I was out in the hall before grabbing control and rushing
outside.
As I reached an intersection in the walkways, I realized I didn't have any idea
where he had been or what he had been doing. I kept feeling around for him
using my empathic senses, but they weren't very good for this sort of thing. As
my desperation continued to build, I chose a direction and started doing a quick
jog to cover as much area as I could without drawing too much attention to
myself.
Erin, one of the Eta's who had talked to us the night before, recognized me
while I was rounding a curve near the library and said, "All ready in training,
eh? You'll get in for sure with that kind of attitude."
I tried to act as if I cared, but then I caught sight of Joey standing by
himself near the side of the library, and took off at full speed without saying
goodbye.
I nearly jerked to a stop when I saw the haggard state of his clothes and the
six tell tale hickeys on his neck. His expression was that of someone lost in
his own world, and he didn't respond to me until I said his name a third time.
"Oh.. Hi.." Joey said, scratching his neck, then pulling a long piece of dead
grass out of his collar. "What's up?"
"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously, feeling his instability stronger than ever.
"No.. No, I'm not okay. I think we better get back to the room before..."
Joey shuddered, then jerked away when I tried to take his hand. I looked him in
the eye, then offered him my hand which he eventually grabbed with an iron grip.
I ignored the curious glances people gave us as I guided him by the hand to the
dorms. Joey's expression kept getting more horrific as we went, and by the time
we reached Shaffer's lobby, peoples glances had turned from ones of curiosity to
that of shock.
As we approached the elevator, people seemed to scatter out of our way, and no
one bothered to get in with us after the elevator let its passengers out. Once
the doors had closed, Joey moved towards me with a look of a frightened little
child.
I held him against me as he closed his eyes and shivered, wrapping his arms
around me and clinging on to me, even while we walked off the elevator at our
floor.
He let go and made it to our door without much problem, but before the door was
even halfway shut, Joey crawled into my bunk and curled his legs up against his
chest protectively.
I waited to see what he wanted me to do, then when he didn't move for a minute
or two, I locked the deadbolt, threw my keys on the table, then sat down at the
edge of my bunk.
"Do you think I'm capable of raping someone?" he asked suddenly.
"No, of course not. You'd never rape anyone," I said truthfully.
"I wish I could believe you," he said finally looking at me with pain in his
eyes. "I'm losing control of it Tim. That girl who I met? She.."
"I know all about her, and so does Nick. We've both been suckered by her, and
we both lost our underpants."
"She didn't let you do anything, right?"
"Right."
"I swear, if I hadn't had lost the link with you, she would have ended up.." he
stopped and shuttered. "I still have the image of her mouth sucking the cum out
of my dick. All I feel right now is the need to.. to..."
Joey raised his voice to scream as he cried, "Rip her clothes off, fuck her fat
cunt as I bite off her nipples, then make her suck the shit out of my ass!"
We both were too shocked to say anything as he closed his eyes and laid his head
back against the wall and covered his face with his hands. I cleared my throat
to say something, but couldn't find any words worth saying.
Finally he pulled his hands down to look at me with swollen red eyes and said,
"Will you hold me?"
I nodded, and started to lay down, only to find him shaking his head.
"What?" I asked.
"Not like that. Like the way you did that first night after you woke me up."
"You mean.."
"Yeah. I never felt more.. at peace with myself. Please?"
"Joey, you know I'd do anything for you," I said, pulling my shoes and socks
off.
"I know."
I pulled my shirt off, then was pulling down my pants when I noticed Joey wasn't
moving to get undressed himself. Once I took off my watch, I announced it was
his turn, which he didn't respond to in the least.
"What's the matter?" I asked sitting down on the edge again.
"I.. I have a hard on, and I don't know if I could stop from doing something if
I got naked too."
"Should I get dressed again?" I asked.
"No. Don't do that. Or maybe.. I don't know."
I sat there watching him every once in a while shiver or shudder, feeling his
emotions surge with lust, fear, love, and horror. Then with his gaze fixed at
some distant space, he suddenly jerked and started to remove his shirt. He
moved in short jerky motions, stopping to think then hastily moving his arms and
hands. After his shirt came off, he made more fluid motions, and in seconds his
shorts were off along with his shoes and socks.
We laid there for hours in complete silence, ignoring the numerous times Nick or
someone else knocked on our door. Joey didn't shift, he didn't yawn, he didn't
even try to wipe the tears his eyes would randomly produce. I, on the other
hand did all those things, and after feeling his and my stomachs rumble and then
realizing that the room was getting dark, I finally said, "Do you think you
could eat something? Or are you too upset?"
"I think I could stand something to eat," he said, rolling over to face me.
"But.."
"But what?" I asked as soft as I could manage.
"Would you hate me if I said.."
"I could never hate you Joey."
"But what if.. What if I wanted..."
"What, Joey. Spit it out!"
"I want you," he said. "I want to fuck you, suck you, all those things Steven
made me want to do with you and him. I can't fight it any more. Shit Tim. I'm
afraid I'll hurt you or worse. I don't want to lose you, but I don't know how
to fight this anymore."
"Joey," I started, then left it hanging since I didn't know what to say to him.
But when he started to turn away from me with the pain of being rejected on his
face, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, carefully avoiding overdoing it.
With a look of understanding and happiness, he said "I'll try and keep myself
under control. I had to warn you, you know."
"Yeah, I know. Let's go grab something to eat and play a pinball game or
something."
After getting dressed and washing up, I was just about to open the door when
Joey said, "Hey. Don't you think we're forgetting something?"
"What?" I replied just before I felt him form a share link. "Oh. I guess that
means.."
"Yep," he said before doing his favorite Captain Kirk impression: "Activate the
cloaking device, Mister Chekov,"
"Aye, Keptian. Cloaking dewice ektiweted," I replied doing a horrible Chekov,
then doing exactly that.
His cloak personality didn't show the misery Joey was in as we ate and
afterwards as we played some pinball. I could tell he was trying his best to
focus on what his cover-self was doing, but the whole time we were down there, I
never felt a break in his grief.
I was surprised when he climbed up in his top bunk like he was going to sleep up
there, but after listening to him toss and turn for two hours, I finally told
him to come down so we both could get some sleep.
He didn't argue, and he didn't try to hide his hard on as he climbed in next to
me. The bunk wasn't big enough for two people to lay on their backs, but
neither of us wanted to anyway. I knew I might stretch him beyond his ability
to restrain himself, but I gambled he was stronger than that, so as he laid down
with his back towards me, I stopped him and took his hand, pulling it until his
chest was against my back, and his hardon nestled between the upper part of my
covered butt crack.
"Uhgn.." he gasped as he instinctively pressed his lump against me. "Oh shit
Tim."
"Go to sleep, Joey." I said, kissing the back of his hand. "You're not fucking
my ass tonight."
"Oh God Tim.. Shit.." he breathed against my neck.
I waited as he fought for self control, feeling his dick push against my lower
back every once in a while, causing my own dick start to rising, enjoying his
hand stroking my chest, his lips kissing my neck, my asshole tingling with
arousal..
And then he stopped. Just like that, he stopped his movements and sighed. I
almost took his relaxing hand to place around my own pulsing member, but as I
felt his emotions settle down once more, I got a grip on myself and worked
towards falling asleep.
I thought the worst was over at that point, but oh, I was so wrong. It couldn't
have been any later than two in the morning before Joey had another nightmare,
waking me and almost the entire floor up with his long wail followed by three
short ones.
I was busy calming him down when Nick, Lenny and a few of the others on the
floor started banging on the door wanting to know what was going on. I kept
yelling at them to go back to bed, that he was all right, it had just been a
nightmare. Finally they stopped, and just as I started to feel Joey relax, I
heard a key in the lock and the door was opened by the floor monitor.
"What the hell is going on?" the mid twenty year old said.
"Will you PLEASE go away!" I hissed feeling Joey tense up from the stranger's
voice. "He's been through a traumatic experience, and he just had a nightmare,
that's all. I know what I doing, so please LEAVE quietly..."
I was using every bit of my empathic ability to impress the truth of my words,
and after he closed the door behind him, he softly told everyone to go back to
bed and to ignore it if it happened again.
Joey was shivering from the sweat drying on his body, yet he wouldn't let my
arms loose in order to help him get warm again. After I sensed everyone but us
had gone back to sleep, I asked him if I could roll over to face him.
He released his grip around me, and I carefully turned around, finding there
wasn't much room to maneuver. I caught a glance of his sad face as he buried it
in my shoulder, so I held it against me and told him it was all right to cry.
The next morning, Joey was in better spirits, knowing we would begin our workout
sessions that day. But before we got out of bed, he told me he had remembered
some more of that blank period, and then gave me a kiss that felt more like his
old self.
We met the other initiates at the Gamma Alpha Eta house, and were told to form
groups of four to five each. To my surprise, Greg joined our group, and after a
brief lecture on the rules of the weight room, each group was led by their
trainer into one of the twelve identical weight rooms.
Wayne, our trainer, was just getting started when Blake popped his head in and
asked him to step out a minute. After a couple of minutes had passed, Blake
stepped in and said with and open mouth grin, "Well, its official. I'm your
trainer."
"Cool," I said, giving him five. "This will be great. Especially since Wayne
kinda looked like a stiff."
"Yeah, well... Wayne is a STIFF!" Blake bellowed."
Joey, Blake and I broke out laughing which Nick joined in, but Greg did just the
opposite.
"Shhh. Don't you think he'll here you?" Greg warned.
"Nah, man," Blake responded. "These things are totally sound proof. Notice you
can't hear anything from the other rooms? Man, you could set off firecrackers
in here and no one would know the difference. So, you guys ready for some heavy
punishment?"
"Punishment?" Joey echoed. "Shit, you sure know how to keep a guy motivated."
"Hey, I'm just telling it as it is. There's a lot of stuff you're going to find
out as you go along that we haven't told you about, but I'm here to say that its
all worth it. This first week is going to feel like hell. Especially in the
mornings when your muscles don't want to work."
"Anything else you want to tell us to look forward to?" Nick moaned.
"Yeah. How about fucking a different girl three times a month. Or never having
to worry about your grades because... and I'm not making this up. It comes to
you so much easier. You really can think faster and clearer after working your
body to its limit the day before. I feel great, I look great, and everything
that used to be hard is easy to me now. It's all because every evening I work
out until I drop, then sleep until dawn."
"Okay, I'm sold," I said, taking off my shirt, the others following my lead.
That evening, the four of us were showering, talking about the surprisingly
light if long workout.
"Tim, you remember in high school? The first time we worked out? Remember how
tired we were afterwards?" Joey mused.
"Yeah. But I don't feel all that tired, do you guys?"
The others said no, then Greg noticed Nick's expression of concern.
"What's eating you?" Greg asked him.
"I was just thinking and... Well, maybe Blake took it easy on us. Maybe he
feels there's no way we can get in this semester and is just babying us."
"Shit, I knew I should have joined Dave's group," Greg moaned. "I mean, no
offense, but if Blake is doing that because of you three... I really can't
afford sleeping with Mr. I'm So Perfect another semester. He's driving me
nuts."
"Then why don't you just switch roommates?" Nick asked.
"Because Austin is my cousin, and I'd have to explain to my mom why I split on
family. She just doesn't understand what it's like."
"I get it. Like how do you explain to your mom you don't like your cousin
because he doesn't like the idea of jerking off?" I said.
"HEY! That's not it at all!"
"It isn't? Then why are you always working your baloney whenever Austin goes to
take a shit?" Joey teased.
"You're fucking making things up," Greg said angrily.
"Yeah, right. So what is that noise we hear every night while Austin is out
showering?" I said to back Joey up.
"Come on, Greg. We're all guys here. We all do it," Nick added.
"Fuck," Greg said, shutting his water off. "You're all a bunch of perverts.
Why did I ever join your group."
"I know why," I said shutting my water off also and grabbing my towel.
"Why?" Greg said with a dare to his voice.
"Because you're a pervert too," I said, swirling my right index finger around
the skin just above my belly button, then making a scooping motion to my mouth.
Because I had my back to the other two, only Greg saw it, and it made him turn
white before flushing red.
"What did he do?" Nick said, noticing Greg's reaction. "Tim, what did you do?"
"Nothing I'll repeat or talk about, Nick," I said, looking Greg in the eye.
"Shit," Greg said before turning around and walking back to his room with his
towel around his waist.
That night after Joey had brought his bed back down beside mine, we laid there
in the dark for a few minutes before I felt Joey's hand reaching around my face.
I opened my eyes to find him about to kiss me, and so I reached up and wrapped
my arms around him, embracing his kiss with my own.
Nothing else happened that night, nor the rest of the week. For the next
morning we discovered that Blake hadn't been taking it easy on us. We were so
sore and stiff we didn't want to move.
There didn't seem to be enough time in the day for both our schoolwork and our
exhausting workouts. It was especially hard for Joey on Mondays. He had
classes from eight till four thirty, then went straight to one of the weight
rooms where we were already working out.
Because we were only initiates, we weren't allowed to stay after six.
Apparently that was when the Eta's began the nightly workout, pushing themselves
to the their physical limits, only saving enough energy to take a shower and
crawl into bed afterwards.
It was very hard to work on homework after exhausting ourselves, and Greg quit
by the end of the week, but was back Sunday, only missing one work out session
which he made up.
Then Blake told us the so called secret to surviving the workouts. You go to
bed afterwards, then got up at four and did your school work then. After
failing to get up the first few times, both Joey and I actually switched over to
that schedule, and surprisingly found it really did work out. Everything was
working just like we had planned, but that wouldn't last for long.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 10 - Losing Control
(mm light rape)
"Hey, guess what," Joey said excitedly when I got back to the dorm room after my
algebra class, roughly two weeks after starting our workouts.
"What?" I said, canceling my fake personality.
"We've been officially invited to the Eta's frat initiation party the Saturday
before Halloween. Is that like totally cool or what?"
"YEAH! That's awesome!" I exclaimed.
We did a little victory dance around each other, then when Joey accidentally
nudged me with his shoulder, I nudged him back playfully. The nudges became out
right body slams, and pretty soon we were on the floor wrestling, trying to pin
the other on his back.
Joey got the upper hand when his mouth found the bare skin under my loose
fitting shirt and gave me a raspberry on stomach. It startled me enough for him
to push me off balance, then I found his body on top of mine.
I struggled for a minute, but then surrendered and waited for him to let me up.
But as soon as we had caught our breath a little, I saw that old look in his
eyes.
"Did I tell you about the dream I had last night," Joey said, his voice gentle
and soft.
"No. It wasn't another nightmare, was it?" I said, reaching up to touch his
cheek.
The feelings starting to pour out of him only amplified my feelings of closeness
with him, and without really thinking about it, I prepared for what I hoped came
next.
"No, just the opposite. I remembered what you and I did before Steven drugged
me, but in the dream we didn't fall asleep. We just... kinda held each other..
You know?"
"Yeah, I know," I said, moving my hands down his sides in a comforting way.
With our eyes locked on the others, Joey lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a
warm and friendly kiss, prompting me to wrap my arms around him and explore his
back with my hands. My feelings were torn between Joey's gentle loving kisses
and the feelings of improperness as I felt his muscular back.
Joey's kisses began to increase in their power and started to roam from my lips.
The arousal Joey was inflicting on me was being countered by the increasing
awareness of how male his body was to my senses.
I almost stopped him from pulling my shirt off over my head, but his arousal was
already settling down and I knew he wasn't going to go very far. I had second
thoughts about that, however, when Joey's lips found my left nipple, but then
was lost to the feeling of his tongue's magic touch on it.
I only gasped a few times before Joey settled down, and while my nipple tingled
with his drying spit, Joey sighed and said, "Timmy, hold me, please?"
I blinked away my tears as I held my best friend and lover while he recalled the
last set of memories which had eluded him until now. There was a new feeling of
happiness between us that hadn't been there since that day in cell together, and
as Joey began to quietly cry against my chest, I knew I was the luckiest person
on Earth.
Joey didn't cry all that much, but I had felt how much weight the few tears he
did shed carried. We laid there on the floor for twenty minutes, and probably
would have laid there longer if my stomach hadn't have growled and reminded us
both it was time for what we called our three thirty dinner.
I thought Joey was getting up when he struggled to get his hand out from
underneath, but just as I started to sit up, his body moved up and laid me back
down.
"I love you more than if you were my brother..." Joey said to my face. "I just
want you to know that even if we find Sarah, I doubt I... <sigh> You're more to
me than she ever could be. I don't want to loose that again."
My eyes told him the feeling was mutual, and after exchanging kisses on the
cheeks, Joey started to get up for real. But not before giving my crotch a
teasing pat.
We went to the cafeteria without bothering with raising our fake personalities
for the first time since that first week of class. After we ate, we went to our
two hour work out, feeling like a million bucks. But I knew that would all come
to an end, having noticed his glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking.
While the mind wipe had succeeded in clearing Joey from all of the emotional
conditioning Steven's drug had inflicted, it hadn't prevented Joey from
recalling anything which had happened while he was brainwashed. Between the
experiences he had of being Steven's suck and fuck boy and the growing
attraction towards me he had before our capture, Joey was starting to really
build up his desires in wanting me in that way. I wasn't sure how I should
proceed, not wanting to risk hurting him so soon after finally getting him back.
The small amount of steroids Joey and I were taking to aid our muscle building
and the exhaustive workout sessions we had everyday with Blake had really been
working on Joey. His muscles had nearly doubled from the time we had started a
month ago. And to top it all off, his dick had grown to its adult size, thicker
than average while not any shorter than it should be.
Neither of us had had sex with anything but our own hands for the past two
weeks, plus the steroids weren't helping us cope with our pussy starving dicks.
I was certain that the steroids had helped our horniness grow as much as our
muscles, but had found relief by finally giving in and adopting the old night
time jerking ritual that half the guys in the dorm did anyway.
I was incredibly relieved when Joey finished his shower before me and left
without starting what we both had been thinking about all evening. Or more like
he was thinking about it while I was worrying about it. But I had nearly
forgotten all about his lusty glances when I walked into our dorm room wearing
only a towel, somewhat blinded from drying my hair with a second one.
Once the initial shock of feeling his mouth kiss my neck while his dick brushed
the backs of my thigh had passed, I actually found myself enjoying the waves of
love and lust flowing through him as his hand started stroking my cock. And
when I felt his organ slipping through my legs, I truly found myself lusting for
the feeling of his shudders and shakes while coming between my thighs.
Joey moved us over towards my bunk without me realizing it, and I didn't really
even think about it when he guided us down onto its surface. My empathic senses
were adding Joey's arousal and lust to my own, and I simply was too lost within
them to pay much attention to anything displeasurable my physical senses were
reporting.
While Joey humped my thighs, a difference within him began forming that didn't
register right away. The empathic purging of his emotions had restored him more
or less like his old self, but the memories from his experiences as Joseph had
made their mark on his psyche, and Joey would never be the same.
You could say his dark side was a little darker, and he had formed fetishes for
sexual activities which he would have never even considered before Steven made
him do them over and over with him. Depending on how you looked at it, Joey had
either been perverted or just given a wider range of sexual pleasures to indulge
in.
The first real feelings of concern I had about the way he was acting came when
Joey's hand moved from my cock to begin loosening my asshole with a spit covered
finger. He felt rushed or even driven to do it. In fact, Joey didn't even try
to warn me when he slipped his one finger out and rammed his dick in.
"Fuuuck!" I bellowed as the pain was drowned out by the combination of both
Joey's and my own pleasure.
Joey's hand started twisting my nipples and his mouth sucked on my neck and
shoulder as he pounded my ass furiously. His lust and desire for pleasure was
growing as he became rougher and less careful, and that was when I started to
get a little scared.
The moment I tried to resist his nipple pinching, Joey rolled me onto my stomach
and I found myself trapped underneath his slightly larger body. As the pleasure
and lust dimmed from the rising panic within me, I desperately began struggling
to get out from under him.
But Joey was beyond the point where he would stop. My ass had just finally
loosened enough for him to freely fuck me without it causing him to struggle to
get it back in. So too keep me pacified, he used his magic touch on me hoping
to wash my resistance away with pleasure.
And it worked too. Joey's own version of a magical touch was different to mine
by the way it ebbed and varied. He used it to make me meet his humps with my
own thrusts, and then after we blew our loads, his into my ass and mine onto the
bed, I didn't even realize he had pulled out since I was a drift in the ocean of
pleasure his hand was still providing.
Even though he had just orgasmed, Joey wasn't the least bit satisfied sexually.
He didn't waste any time to decide to use me like a toy. He broke off handling
my body, and for a moment I started to get a hold of my senses. But when Joey's
tongue touched my ass with its magic touch on full, I was pushed even deeper
into the helpless state of intense pleasure.
A jolt of electricity passed through my body when Joey's tongue probed my
asshole, followed by a small window of somewhat clear thought. Joey was sinking
deeper and deeper into his perversion and lust which Steven had given him, and
even as I pushed back against his face while his tongue tried to gain access to
my ass, I started to regain my self control.
The memory of the time Joey had been able to resist my commands from my words of
him someday eating my shit countered the intense pleasure Joey's tongue was
producing, and to his frustration my rose sealed shut before he could even
attempt to suck his spunk out of my ass.
Somehow I managed to keep my back door shut tight as he unleashed wave after
wave of sexual desire and pleasure through his tongue's drilling probes. After
driving me to orgasm a third time, he finally was too frustrated to continue is
ass licking any longer.
As his cock began filling my helpless mouth, the concept that Joey was literally
raping me went through my mind. But I loved him too much to stop him the only
way I knew how. So instead of using my telepathy, I withstood his cock fucking
my mouth.
Luckily it didn't take much for him to cum that time, and once his shutters and
shakes had finished, he dismounted. We were both so exhausted that we couldn't
do much else but pass out.
I awoke to Joey calling my name as he looked at me with concern.
"I'm sorry. I.. I couldn't fight it any more. I tried.. Please believe me I
tried," he said, nearly in tears.
"K-Are," I rasped out, my voice not wanting to work after having his cock in my
throat. "Are you, <cough> okay?"
"Are you?" he asked softly.
I managed a weak grin, then said, "Nothing I haven't been through before."
"Me neither," he said sadly. "But... you're really not angry, are you. I would
be."
"I'm... I'm disappointed I guess. <cough> I thought you wouldn't let.. <cough>
let it take over like that."
He didn't say anything, just sighed a sat there looking at me pitifully.
When I saw it was just a little after nine, I got up carefully and grabbed some
tissues to wipe the seepage from my ass and locked the dead bolt while I was up.
"Fuck, Joey.. My voice is gonna be screwed up tomorrow, and I have to read a
paper.." I said, trying to clear my throat again and sitting down next to him.
The tissue paper I still had in my hand had a streak of wetness along with a
little bit of blood.
I moved it closer to his face and said, "Here. You want it now?"
"Shit. Get it the fuck away," he said before allowing himself a small chuckle.
"Mmmm.. looks awful tasty," I teased.
"You're sick, he said before giving me a shove.
He didn't know his own strength, however, and I ended up knocking my head
against the wooden frame. After my "OW!" Joey immediately uprighted me and
apologized profusely.
"All right! I know you didn't mean to.." I said, struggling to get away.
"But.." he said before letting me go. "I have to know... Will you ever trust
me again?"
I opened my mouth to say I would, but realized I wasn't sure how I felt. Seeing
his face fall from my hesitation, I said, "I trust you as far as you can trust
yourself. Just try to keep your mind on what we're here for, okay?"
"Yeah.. Okay," he said unhappily.
"Come on. Get your bunk down so we can go to bed." I said getting up to find my
sleeping shorts.
"I think I'll just sleep alone tonight," Joey said.
"No you're not. After what just happened today, I want you right next to me in
case you have a nightmare."
"I'm not going to be having any nightmares that I can wake up from. Good night
Tim. I love you."
"I love you too, Joey," I said a few moments after he laid down and covered up.
When he didn't respond, I wiped my butt some more, and once I found the tissue
staying clean, I padded my crack with some fresh ones and slipped my shorts on
before climbing into bed.
The next morning when we met Nick and Greg down in the deserted cafeteria around
4:20 am to do school work, both Joey and Greg were unusually quiet. Joey's
silent mood I understood, but Greg's...
Nick was the one who finally decided he had enough of not knowing what was going
on. Just before the food line opened up to serve breakfast, Nick slammed his
book shut and asked, "What the fuck is going on?"
"What do you mean?" Joey asked, not expecting to fool him.
"You know what I mean. What's up with you Joey? Yeah, and you too Greg."
"I, er," Joey started.
"He had another nightmare," I lied.
"Didn't sound like any nightmare to me," Greg mumbled.
Joey and I looked at each other, realizing that if we could hear him jacking off
at night...
"What does that supposed to mean?" Nick said crankily.
"Nothin'," Greg replied also crankily. "Just that it didn't sound like Joey was
having a nightmare, that's all."
"So what did it sound like?" Nick persisted.
"Yeah, what did it sound like?" I echoed.
"Ask Joey. He's the one with the nightmare," Greg said with venom.
"You want to know what my nightmare sounded like?!?" Joey said angrily and
standing up. "Fine! It sounded like me fucking Tim in the ass, that what it
sounded like!"
I don't know who was more startled by his admission, me, Greg or Nick. Then
again, I guess it must have been Nick. He simply hadn't considered the
possibility of knowing someone who would do something like that.
Luckily the few people around us who had heard figured they had heard wrong,
only giving us a few extra glances before going on with their business.
Actually, the extra glances were at Joey standing there starting to
hyperventilate.
Once I had gotten Joey to sit back down, I whispered to him, "Why don't the four
of us go somewhere private and then we can figure out what to tell them."
Joey nodded, then he started clenching his fists and concentrated on steady his
breathing.
"Guys, it's not all what you think. Joey's been through a lot lately, and he..
Well, can you come back with us to our room so we can talk about it in private?"
Greg and Nick looked at each other a moment, then Nick said, "All right," and
started to gather his things up.
But Greg wasn't so sure. I could feel he was holding something in really deep,
some kind of emotion that even I wasn't able to pick up from the way he was
keeping it buried. He was afraid that if he went with us, he would let it out,
and that scared him a lot.
"Aren't you coming?" Nick said to him while I started gathering both Joey's and
my stuff.
"Yeah, I guess," Greg said, giving in to that little bit of peer pressure.
It wasn't until we were approaching our room that Greg started chickening out.
"Look, I'm not feeling very good. Maybe I'll just go lay down.." he said,
stopping at his door.
"Greg, come on," I said. "Whatever you're afraid of won't hurt you unless you
let it."
"Who says I'm afraid of anything?" he said nervously.
"Shit," I sighed. "Just listen to yourself. You're almost to the point where
you're shaking in your boots. Come on. Trust us. We're a team, remember?
Don't quit on us when we need you the most," I said, recalling part of a pep
talk I had seen on TV.
"Yeah.." Nick added, "Besides, I'm not going in there with those two alone, so
you'll have to come," he joked.
"All right," he said, putting away his key.
As Joey unlocked the door, something about the way Greg looked at me told me he
thought I already knew his secret, and that I had staged this whole thing just
to make him tell it.
So after Joey followed Nick inside, I stopped Greg, closed the door, then looked
him in the eyes and said, "Whatever it is you're hiding, I swear I don't know
it, and you don't have to tell us, okay?"
I saw the confirmation in his eyes, so I closed the empathic link just before
Nick reopened the door and asked, "What are you two doing out there? Kissing?"
"Shut up," Greg said, pushing the door open wider, causing Nick to jump back a
little.
"Touchy, aren't we," Nick said softly as I passed him.
"Close the door," I barked to him. "And try not to piss anyone off."
I flinched when the door slammed shut, then I took a deep breath and said,
"Sorry. I guess the pressure is starting to get to me."
"I'm sorry too. I think we're all feeling the pressure get to us," Nick said,
sitting down on my bunk next to Greg.
Joey was sitting at the table, so I went over and sat next to him on the floor.
No one said anything for a few minutes, then finally Greg asked, "Are you gay or
just bi?"
Joey and I exchanged glances, then we both said, "Bi."
"Shit," Nick muttered. "You mean you two really did?.. Holy shit."
"I didn't think you believed it," I said. "But we're not really interested in
guys like that. We dig chicks. It's just that we're so close that we're....
well, close."
"Do you do it a lot?" Greg asked after a long pause.
"No," Joey simply answered.
"Is that what your nightmares are about?" Nick asked, slightly confused.
"Sort of. Not really though. I'd rather not talk about them."
"Well, maybe you should," Nick prompted. "It might make you feel better."
"I doubt it. They wouldn't make any sense to you anyway."
"Do they make sense to you?"
"Yeah. More than I wish."
"Have you guys ever.. done it with another guy besides each other?" Greg
suddenly asked.
"I did once, but that was a few years ago and I haven't wanted to since," I
said, more or less speaking the truth.
"I.." Joey started, then stopped.
I looked up at him and he met my eyes with his. I saw they were wet with extra
tears and were full of uncertainty. When I gave him a questioning look, he
nodded his head, then sniffed and rubbed his nose, hoping he would tear up any
more.
"Last summer, Joe and I were kidnapped. Joe was brainwashed by a guy to be his
toy, and he's having a hard time dealing with the things he did while believing
he wanted to do them. Last night he lost control and did some things he's not
proud of."
"But I would only do something like that to Tim, not you guys. It's kind of
hard to explain why," Joey added.
"So why didn't this guy brainwash Tim too?" Nick asked.
"He tried, but.. it just didn't work, okay? We don't know why," I said,
realizing we would have to add this to our cloak personalities' memories.
"I know why," Joey said. "I wanted to do some of those things before, but you
didn't."
"You can't know that for sure," I said to Joey. Then to the other two I said,
"The guy planted memories and stuff to make Joe think he had done things before
we had been kidnapped."
"Some things I did do," Joey said, knowing I was all too aware of what he meant
by it.
Both Joey and Greg had to get ready for their 8:00 classes, and Nick didn't feel
like hanging around, so I spent most of my free time adding what we had told
them to my cover-self's memories.
We all had a very difficult time during our workout. Not because it was
physically grueling or anything, but because we all knew what Joey's glancing at
me meant. Even Blake caught on near the end of our workout. It made us even
more uncomfortable when Blake became quiet, a stark contrast to his normally
jocular personality.
This time Joey's self control broke down while the four of us were showering.
The moment his fingers brushed between my ass cheeks, I was rendered helpless to
his magic touch. I have no memory of anything other than the overwhelming
pleasure from his finger tips.
I awoke in my bunk with Joey right next to me, my ass and mouth sore. Joey woke
when I tried to adjust my position, and after his emotional out pour, we laid
there discussing what we could do to keeping it from happening again.
Joey admitted that it was the workouts that were making his lust overwhelm him.
The sight of my body growing more muscular every day had been building up his
desire and frustration for a while. We thought about working out separately,
but we considered the risk that he might start forming the same desires for
someone else.
You may wonder why I didn't simply use a command on him to keep him from doing
it again. Ever since my empathic senses had shown me what altering someone does
to them, I had been hesitant in risking inflicting that kind of damage on
someone. And my empathic senses were telling me that Joey was only doing what
his natural...
I have no single word for it. You see, people are very complex, and there are
many different ways in which to view what makes a person what they are. One way
is to see that when a person is born, they are given a basic personality. Their
experiences during the course of their life combined and limited by their
original basic personality makes a person who and what they were meant to be.
The damage done by experiencing extremely traumatic events, brainwashing, or
being altered by another by telepathic means can cause that person to become
something that is outside what their basic personality allows. When someone
intentionally inflicts such changes, the result is something which is pure evil,
even when done with the best of best intentions.
But everything Joey had been going through was caused by recalling and
processing the experiences which Steven had given him, and he was simply dealing
with them as well as his original basic personality allowed him to do so. For
me to interrupt or alter that process would have been altering him from his
natural God given state. And like I said, that would have been evil.
So, because I loved him, the only thing I could do was to let him do it in hopes
of letting it run its course and to be done with it for good. When I told Joey
I would just let him have his way with me after the workouts, this made him
happy, and because I loved him, it made me happy too. Sort of.
Greg and Nick didn't meet us for breakfast like they usually do the next
morning, but Nick did show for lunch, and finally admitted to us that he watched
up until Joey entered my ass, then left because it was too gross for him.
Greg avoided us the entire week and weekend, but he did show up for the workouts
and made an effort to not seem as disturbed as he was.
Joey seemed to have more self control after our workout that night. Probably
because he knew he wouldn't have to overcome my resistance which had been the
greatest source of frustration for him. Instead of going to the dorms, we
jogged to a motel which rented by the hour and got a room.
Even though the room was pretty nice, any illusion having romantic reasons for
being there was killed by the condom vending machine on the wall outside the
bathroom. I mean, I was there because I loved him, not because I was going to
have sex with him.
I never suspected what effect these experiences would have on me. I couldn't
imagine that I would come to like, much less enjoy the gross stuff Joey would be
having us do.
I have many regrets about the things I did concerning Joey that school year, but
this was not one of them. I occasionally still have the kind of intense
perverted sex which occurred the following weeks, and it is always the most
physically exhausting and sexually satisfying, or at least in the perverted
sense. I must point out that while I eventually use other people's bodies to
have sex in, I only ever had that kind of dirty sex in my own body, and only
with the two men and two women whom I call my lovers AND my soul-mates: Joey,
Suzi and...
Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 11 - Give Me Some Dirty Sex
(mm analingus, anal)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNING! The following section of Tim, the Teenage MC has intensive homosexual
content that will either gross you out or surprisingly arouse you. Any
important details relevant to the plot presented in this section are also
explained in the section preceding this one. Therefore:
a) If the idea of two males having consensual and loving sex is disturbing to
you, skip this section.
b) If the idea of two males performing analingus (that is, licking of the ass
without any feces present) skip this section.
c) If you are aroused by the idea of sucking shit out of someone's ass and/or
ingesting it, skip this section because I'd NEVER make anyone (real or
imaginary) do that and you'll just be terribly disappointed. And make sure you
go see a psychiatrist when you finish reading this chapter before you make
yourself really ill.
Please remember that performing analingus is very dangerous and is considered an
extremely unsafe form of sex. The normally benign bacteria present in the anus
and rectum can and will cause serious illness in the mouth and stomach if the
proper precautions are not taken.
For more information, go to http://www.halcyon.com/elf/altsex/analsex.html
And while you're there, read the rest of the Alt Sex FAQ
http://www.halcyon.com/elf/altsex/longdex.html courtesy of Elf Sternberg
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"I don't know about you, but I'm dripping wet from all that jogging," I said,
poking my head in the bathroom to check it out.
Joey's hands slipped under the front of my shirt as he pressed himself against
my back.
"Yeah.." he said, rubbing his hands all over my hard sweaty chest. "Nice and
dripping wet."
He buried his nose into the shoulder my wet shirt, and I felt him licking and
sucking the juices out of it. When he stopped, he stood there feeling my chest
and pecs, breathing in lung full after lung full of my scent.
"You know," he said a few minutes later, pulling my shirt off over my head.
"This is a lot like one of my wet dreams I had about you. But I can't believe
I'm actually going to do this."
"You had more than one wet dream.. about me?" I said, astonished.
"Two of them after that one day with that fat chick.. Heh.. I wonder if she
lost that weight," he said before kissing my bare shoulder.
"We'll just have to find out when we get back," I said, closing my eyes to let
his caresses work their magic.
But before I could lose myself in his hands sliding over my wet skin, Joey
turned me around to face him, then once his shirt was off, we were exploring
each other's mouths with our tongues.
I could feel Joey's urgency to get beyond the foreplay, and knew when his mouth
began to travel down my neck and chest that I wouldn't be enjoying it much
longer.
But I was wrong. Joey seemed to be satisfied sucking the almost dried sweat off
my well outlined manly breasts. I had to admit that the hormones had helped
considerably in the forming of my manly features, and as Joey's hands traveled
up and down my back, I felt very proud of the well developed muscles I had.
Joey surprisingly came back up for another round of tongue wrestling, then as we
paused to catch our breath, he said, "Let's play a game of follow the leader."
"Follow the leader?"
"Yeah. I'm the leader. Anything I do to you, you then have to do to me next.
And you have to do it as well or better than I do. Agreed?"
"I guess so."
"Good. Get started."
"Huh? I thought you was the leader," I said surprised.
"I am. I already did something," he said, rubbing some of his spit into my left
breast.
"Oh," I simply said before I pressed my mouth over his.
I was surprised at how easily I became excited while sucking and licking his
manly breasts. They had a firmness to them all their own, much firmer than a
woman's, yet not unpleasantly so.
When my turn was over, Joey looked in my eyes and said, "Thank you."
My natural reaction was to kiss his cheek and hug him, and I was rewarded with
his own affectionate hug and kiss.
But after the affection had worn off, Joey's hands began their wandering, then
he proceeded to kiss his way down my body, his hands pushing my shorts down as
his lips crossed the no man's zone.
My dick was at full attention as he playfully licked my balls and around my
cock's base, and I was finding his finger's attention on my rose to make it
increasingly difficult to keep standing.
When I almost lost my balance, Joey stopped and led me into the shower and
started the water.
I happily got in the shower with him and immediately grabbed the soap and
started soaping his ass. I had actually been enjoying it to that point, and was
looking forward to the fun we always had in the shower in the past. But then I
caught a glimpse of Joey sniffing the unwashed fingers he had used to massage my
ass, and I shuddered with disgust when he actually tasted it with his tongue.
I couldn't help but hesitate when he moved to kiss again. But Joey knew what he
was doing, and after feeling his hands going up and down my back, gently humping
our dicks together while he patiently suckled my lips, I finally allowed his
tongue access to my mouth and quickly sent mine into his.
The water flowing over our hot skin only gave us more lubricant for our hands as
they explored every muscles, every crevice of our young masculine bodies. Our
cocks were bouncing into each other as we humped in a rhythmic pattern, their
precum constantly getting wiped onto our bellies before it was washed away by
the falling water.
I realized I had begun to like the feel of his powerful and masculine body in my
arms, the feel of his manly like body almost becoming arousing to me. In fact I
believe I was the first to send my fingers down to his assholes, and couldn't
help but feel my desire to start fucking rise when Joey immediately did the
same.
But Joey was the leader, and he even though he did want to fuck, he had other
things he wanted to do first. When I felt him pulling away from the wall, I
allowed him to turn me around and bend me over. He startled me when he ran his
tongue across my ass cheeks, but I was glad he had warned me before his tongue
probed my ass a moment later.
I couldn't believe how quickly I lost my displeasure over his tongues attack.
Within minutes I was using my hands to help hold my ass cheeks apart and meeting
his tongues thrusts with my own. The more tongue he squeezed in, the more my
ass loosened, and thus the more of his tongue he was able to squeeze in.
Deeper and deeper his tongue went into my rectum, wiggling and probing while his
lips would once in a while seal around the entrance to suck his tiring tongue
back in. On probably his tongue's fifth re-entry, my cum hit the wall without
either of us having touched my dick, and then after another stimulating feel
around, his tongue was replaced with his wonderfully thick dick.
Once he had worked the slight remaining resistance out of my ass, he stood me up
and slowly fucked me while turning my head and starting another kiss. That time
I could smell the trace of corruption on his breath, but didn't really notice
much of a taste, especially once I had lost myself again into the passion of our
anal sex.
Our breathing became too heavy to kiss very long, and soon he had me leaning up
against the wall again as he went full out pounding my ass. I would have
enjoyed it a lot more if I hadn't been feeling his lust building towards
something I knew I wasn't going to like.
Joey gasped and grunted as he came, pulling his dick out of my ass just as his
first shot erupted. I groaned with disappointment feeling his hot spunk splash
against my hole, but as my rose spasmed from the wet stimulation, he plunged a
good portion of the ejaculate into my ass by the head of his dick. Joey timed
his partial penetrations so that his cum was sprayed onto my rose before his
cock shoved part of it inside me, and this was incredibly pleasurable to my
already tingling ass.
His orgasm hadn't even finished its last spurt when Joey suddenly stopped his
shudders and shakes to slam the water off. As the sounds of our breathing
filled my ears, I became aware of the throbbing cock still sitting with its head
up my ass, growing harder than ever as Joey's lust reached a new height.
My own dick softened as my fear for what he was contemplating about grew. I
wanted to jump away when I felt Joey reached down between us, then relaxed when
he ran his finger up my crack to my asshole. But when I realized his cum
covered finger was rising up to his mouth, I had to close my eyes and fight the
retching sensations growing in my stomach.
After Joey finished his smacking sounds, he licked the side of my face near my
right ear and said, "Your turn."
When I didn't respond, he said, "I said your turn."
"Joey.." I said, nervously. "I.. I don't think I can.."
"Please? I really want you to. You said.."
"I know what I said, but that was when I thought you'd make me do it without me
knowing I was doing it. But this is... <sigh> I know you did it all as loving
as possible, and that's why I'm still standing here. But I'm not ready for..
for.. that kind of dirty sex. You can do whatever you want to me, but I'm just
not ready to do it to you.."
"But will you ever be ready?" Joey asked emotionally.
"I don't know. Maybe. To tell you the truth, once I forgot how gross it was, I
enjoyed your... your tongue fucking me."
"Then maybe after I do it enough times, you won't find it so gross and you'll
try doing it to me," Joey analyzed.
"Maybe," I said, doubting it.
"Yeah.. You'll get there. I know you will," he said as I felt his softened
dick growing hard in my ass again. "And then you'll do other things like this."
I fought my retching sensations again as Joey bent me over and began licking his
cum from my ass. But during the course of Joey's sucking my ass, I again lost
my displeasure and ended up aiding his efforts to get every last bit of his jism
out of my ass by pushing my shitting muscles.
After nearly an hour and a half of sex, Joey finally called it quits and we both
collapsed into the tub. I sat against the tub's side with Joey laying on his
back between my spread legs, feeling the exhaustion of a long day while our
breathing started to slow down.
"My mouth is going to be really sore tomorrow," Joey said sleepily.
"So are my legs," I thought out loud, feeling them already getting stiff.
Joey closed his eyes and said "When I had to do these things to Steven, I didn't
care that he didn't do them to me. All I wanted was to please him. The fucking
bastard never even kissed me."
Joey paused a moment, then looked over at me and said, "I guess what I'm trying
to say is, even if you never do those things to me.. I know you love me."
Then he grabbed the side of the tub and got out, then held his hand out towards
me and said, "Let's go, partner. We can have you falling asleep in here when
we're paying by the hour."
"Shit. You're certainly are a cheap fuck," I said grinning and taking his hand.
Over the course of the following week and a half, I subjected myself to Joey's
tongue and dick fucking my ass, each time finding it a little easier to relax
and let him do his thing. He always started out as loving as he had the first
time, and that's probably how he talked me into fucking his mouth a few times.
On the twelfth visit to the motel room, I knew Joey had been right about me
eventually wanting to do those things to him. I felt horrible about it, but I
couldn't help but get excited about feeling his tongue seeking his freshly
deposited cum from my ass. It wasn't until two days later that I realized I had
crossed a line, and that only made me want to cross another one. A big one.
That evening after our workout, we went to our usual room. As soon as the door
was shut, I stepped behind him and began sucking on his sweaty neck while
slipping my hands up the front of his shirt and feeling his hard muscular pecks
and abs.
"Joey.. Its time for my turn," I said, sending my hands down to his waist to
begin lowering his shorts.
"Oh God," Joey moaned as he shed his shirt. "I've wanted to hear you say that
for so long.."
Licking the sweat off his now bare back, I quickly got rid of my own shorts,
then paused long enough to pull my shirt of while I turned him around to face
me.
I stared at his muscular teenage body, seeing the lust in his eyes, the sweat on
his chest, the bulging throbbing meat between his legs, and I felt no
displeasure, no feeling of wrongness, nothing holding my love and lust from
doing what I knew he wanted me to do so badly.
That when I understood the truth of what my love was. I didn't want his male
body. I wanted him. The love I had for him or anyone else was not gay or bi or
straight. It was just love, and there was no greater attraction to have.
I knew the truth. To love him was to love all of him. To kiss him I had to
kiss all of him. From his head, to his toes, from his dick, to his ass, I swore
I would taste ever square inch of his body. I pledged to swallow as many of his
bodily fluids as he would share with me. For there was nothing.. NOTHING about
his male body for me to find disgusting anymore. It was only the shell which
carried the soul of whom I knew was my playmate, my companion, my friend, my
bodyguard, my advisor, my lover, and yes.. My soul-mate.
As I stepped into his arms, our tongues reached out of our open mouths to touch
before they were even within reach, our eyes shutting as our oral muscles slid
past each other to dive into the welcoming home of the other. My hands
rediscovered the feel of his nicely defined muscles, finding every inch of his
skin still hot and wet from our jog. Our cocks were struggling to embrace each
other as we sucked each others mouths of their spit, our hands never once
stopping to rest as we tried press more and more of ourselves against the
other's sweaty skin.
When Joey broke our mouths apart gasping for air, I refused to stop for anything
as trivial as oxygen, and began giving hickeys on his neck and chest. I
devoured his manly nipples and breasts, cleaned his slick stomach, tongued and
sucked out his hairy belly button, then sucked in the strand of precum hanging
from the lips of his dick.
As I began to use my lips and tongue on the head of his gorgeous cock, Joey
gasped out, "Oh God, Tim. Oh fuCKING GOD!"
I was using the end result of two years of getting blow jobs from the twins,
Suzi, and forty three other girls of which I had stored the greatest aspects of
each and every one of their techniques. Joey's head was rolling around as I
slurped, licked, and sucked, then finally as his cock began to surge with its
impending eruption, I prompted him to fuck my mouth like never before.
Finally, I understood the attraction girls and women had to sucking cock. It
was more than a fetish, more than an erotic thrill. There was a sense of
power... no, that wasn't it really. Not power to control anyway. For all the
male's strength and toughness, there was a sense of satisfaction in seeing how
vulnerable and delicate we could become with so little work done.
My mouth greedily accepted every drop of his seed, tasting as much as I possibly
could while his cock continued to fuck deeply into my willing throat. But
before his shutters and shakes were over, I pulled my mouth off his dick
completely, catching the last bit of his cum in my hand.
I began fingering that same small puddle of semen into his ass as I cleaned his
cock up with my mouths foamy spit. Joey knew where I was going with this, and
after he shuddered with excitement and reversed the softening of his dick, he
gently moved towards the bed and leaned over while spreading his feet far apart
to give me the access I needed for his ass.
I couldn't believe I actually wanted to do it. I felt so.. dirty. I made the
mistake of smelling the finger I had been massaging his rose with, but after
grossing out a second, I made myself smell it again, finding the aroma as
pleasant and arousing. It was from my lover's sweet body, therefore it smelled
like a rose, and tasted like honey. That is was love makes everything become.
The moan Joey made when I finally passed my tongue over his already clasping
rose stirred a lust I hadn't felt for a seemingly long time. It had been at
least two months since I had made anyone moan like that, and after trying it
twice more and getting the same response, I lost myself into french kissing his
asshole.
When Joey's ass closed up tight a moment, I knew he was starting his orgasm and
immediately moved under his spread legs to take his cock into my mouth again. I
collected as much cum as I could stand before returning to his ass to spurt his
own cum into his willing hole. It was just so dirty, so completely mind
numbingly arousing, I continued making love to his ass with my mouth even after
his legs gave out. He was laying flat on the floor for nearly twenty minutes
before Joey couldn't stand any more.
"Tim.. Just FUCK ME! Please?" he gasp. "Fuck me, use me, do whatever you want
with me. JUST FUCK ME!"
I didn't argue. My mouth was so tired I was having trouble keeping it closed as
I slipped my dick into his ass and began pumping away, only to be stopped by
Joey's insisting we did it on the bed.
I have to admit, Joey knew how to be perverted and romantic at the same time.
After pulling his legs back to give me access to his shit hole which I
immediately filled with my cock, Joey reached up to me and pulled me down to his
lips. We savagely sucked the spit out of each other's mouths, then gently and
lovingly kissed a minute before Joey stopped and smiled.
"I've never been so happy in my life, Timmy. I love you in ways I'll never be
able to say."
"I love you too, Joey Theodore Connor," I said, kissing him again.
When I felt his ass squeeze my cock, I broke our lips apart and said, "I'm going
to fuck your ass until you cum all over yourself. And then I'm going to suck it
all up while I fuck your mouth and make you pay for turning me into the pervert
you are."
"Yeah. Fuck my ass, Tim. Fuck it, then fuck my fucken mouth."
And with that, I started my pumping again, this time holding nothing back as I
used every bit of my newly grown strength to knock my cock in as deep as it
could go.
Things didn't work out as we planned since by the time I got him to blow again,
we were both too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep with my dick still in
his wonderful ass.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I simply couldn't find what we did so
pleasurable, nor so romantic. I woke Joey up and we scampered back to the dorm,
wishing very much I had something stronger than soda to wash the taste out of my
mouth.
We explored every perversion we could come up with that didn't involve shit,
urine, small creatures, or inanimate objects in the following two weeks
thereafter. We quickly learned how to butt munch each other at the same time,
that being sort of like 69ing except you're always having to strain to hold the
other one's ass to mouth. It was very tiring, and we didn't do it much. But
when we did, it was a lot of... well.. fun.
On the fourth week of our dirty sex, I suddenly remembered the lesbians I had
met at the amusement park a year earlier, and we spent several days exploring
the depths of each other's rectums with our hands. We were always very careful
about making sure we were completely empty and clean before our dirty sex.
Neither of us fancied ending up with the taste of shit in our mouths.
Okay, so one time we did pull the shit out of the other's ass with our hands,
but wore gloves and never tried it again because it was too gross, even for us.
I don't think I've left anything out, and since many readers may not enjoy this
kind of thing, I'm not going into any more details of the sex Joey and I had
during our time at Northeastern State. With that said... Let the quest for
Sarah continue.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 11 - Boy-talk
(No sex)
"Fold," I moaned, seeing I had no way of winning with a single pair of fours.
"Joe?" Nick prompted.
"Call," Joey said emotionlessly as he tossed the chips on the stack.
"Readem and weep," Nick said, laying the cards down so we could read them.
"Holy shit!" Joey said, seeing the four Jacks. "I can't believe you have all
four Jacks!"
"Ha!" Nick bellowed out before reaching for the pile of chips.
"Ha yourself," Joey said, setting the four kings down.
"Shit! How do you do that!"
"You don't expect an answer do you? Didn't think so," Joey said, raking his
chips in.
"Oh Bartender.." Joey called a few moments later.
"Yeah, what?!" Lenny said coming over.
"Be a good lad and get me a coke out of the fridge?" Joey said, smirking and
handing Lenny the key to our room.
"Another one?" Lenny said as he turned to leave.
"Remind me to never bet my servitude for a week. It's not worth the gamble," I
said to Joey.
"Heh. So Nick... You up for another game to win back your losses?"
"No way, man.. I'm all played out. Good thing we weren't playing for money,"
Nick said, reaching up with his arms and stretching.
"You know," I said, watching Joey stack up his chips, "one of us should go see
if Greg is still going to the party or not. From what I understand, we're
supposed to show up in our group."
"Well don't look at me. I'm the one he's avoiding" Joey said.
"I'm not so sure of that. Ever since I called his bluff in the showers the
other day, he's been kind of cautious about what he does while I'm around."
"Well, can't blame him there," Joey said, starting to do his fancy card
shuffling. "You did call his bluff. That always makes me cautious about
someone."
Nick sighed, then said, "All right. If you want me to do it, just say so."
"Say so," Joey and I both said without needing to think about it.
"Where's he going?" Lenny asked as he handed Joey his soda and key.
"He bet he could get some chick named Darlene to blow us all. He's going to
find her with the twenty bucks she charges," Joey said seriously.
"WHAT!" Lenny said spinning towards the door. But then he got wise and turned
around saying, "Yeah, and I bet you get to fuck her afterwards too."
"Nah.. That costs an extra ten. But he said she might be having a special this
week since her boyfriend doesn't satis.."
Lenny wrapped one of Nick's dirty workout shirts around Joey's face and kept it
there while Joey struggled laughing. Finally Lenny let go and said, "There.
That'll teach you for rippin' on my girl."
"Whose girl?" Kirk said, walking in the open door with a book bag.
My face lit up at the sound of his voice, hoping he had gotten my message
yesterday after I suddenly thought of something to get rid of the dirty sex
after-taste.
"Never mind. Did you bring it?" I asked.
"What do you think is in here? School books?" he said, unzipping the side and
flashing the bottle of 200 proof grain alcohol.
"Cool. How much to I owe you?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.
"It's on me. Shit, if it wasn't for you getting your old friends to lend me the
flicks, I'd be waist deep in shit right now trying to keep new stuff on my
screen. Anything you want, just let me know. Anything."
"Thanks. Right now this is all I need," I said, patting the bag.
Nick came back at that moment, and said, "He's going, but he wants to talk to
Tim alone for a minute."
"Who is it?" Greg's muffled voice said when I knocked.
"It's me. Tim. Nick said.."
The door opened up just wide enough for me to squeeze through, Greg nowhere to
be seen.
I stepped through the gap, and almost got my finger crushed when Greg slammed
the door behind me.
"What's going on?" I said, noticing how dim the room was with the curtains
drawn. "Where's Austin?"
"He went home for the weekend," Greg answered still standing against the door.
"Greg, you're starting to worry me. Why are you avoiding us? I though you
understood we wouldn't touch.."
"I know..." he said with a hint of unsteadiness. "Look. Tim.. I have a secret.
A secret I've never told anyone. But I have to tell someone and you kind of
know a little bit of it already.. Let's sit down, okay?"
He sat down on what I figured to be his bunk, so I sat down on the other one,
only to find him getting up and sitting down next to me.
"I take it this has to do with what Joey and I did in the shower that one day?"
"Yeah, but its more than that. A lot more. You see, when I was growing up, all
I heard what Austin this Austin that from my mom. My aunt, Austin's mom,
worked, so my mom took care of Austin during the day. I was always second to
him, even in my own house. My own room, even. Just because he was supposed to
be gifted.
"But when I was thirteen, we started jerking off together, and I guess I had the
advantage on him there. He's six months younger than I am, but my dad.. I guess
his dad was a late bloomer, or mine an early one.. Anyway, I taught him
everything I had figured out for myself, and we tried a few things together.
"I think I must have fallen in love with him or something. But then he, being
the gifted child he is, suddenly decided that jerking off and everything else I
had done with him was beneath him. It blew me away. He even started making fun
of me. I guess I decided never to have anything to do with anyone like that
again."
I waited for him to continue, and eventually had to say, "So what does this have
to do with me and Joey?"
"Nothing.. Except.. I don't know how to say this.." He said hanging his head.
"Just say it any way you can," I said, trying to get my head low enough to make
eye contact.
"I've hid all my life from any kind of.. dating or... anything that would lead
me back to feeling that kind of rejection. But... I.. I never stopped hoping
that Austin would, you know... reconsider? I'm not gay, and I don't think I'm
even bi. But with Austin... What I'm trying to say is, when I saw you and Joey
doing it, all I could think about.. All I can still think about is how much I
wanted to do something like that with Austin. I'm so confused..."
I blinked three times before I processed all that.
"Greg," I said softly. "Does Austin know any of this?"
"No," he said. "And he not going to find out, either. I hate him. He's such
an asshole around me.. Yet, I can't stop thinking about how much I want to
share something with him. Something that's important. I want his.. his.."
"His what?" I prompted when he didn't continue right away.
"Respect? Trust? I don't know. Not love. Not sex either, really. Just..
Something we can share between us... What's the word for it... Shit."
"I think the word is intimacy. You want him to share something back with you
and no one else," I said after analyzing the feelings I was getting from him.
"Something private and personal. Something to make you both equals about
something."
"Yeah. That's it. That's it exactly. But it will never happen because Austin
doesn't NEED to be intimate with me. He has lots of girlfriends that he's
always with, and I can't offer him anything that they couldn't. Except that
thing you and Joey did. I guess that's why seeing you two like that upset me.
I knew I'd never have that."
"Shit, Greg. You make it sound like you can only be intimate with another guy.
But you know there's a whole ocean of girls out there. Forget Austin, man.
He's the wrong kind of fish for you anyway. Like, when we get into the Eta's
you know you're gonna have women lining up to be intimate with ya. Hell, you
already have girls eyeing ya. Didn't you notice that Wendy chick watching you
in the cafeteria?"
"Well, yeah... But I thought I must have had some shit in my hair or
something."
"Nah. I know that look. She was making herself wet just watching ya. And when
you were bending over to tie your shoe, I think she almost died watching your
butt almost pop out of your jeans. By the way, dude," I added, slipping a
finger under his tight fitting sleeve. "You need to get some bigger clothes."
"I'm not the only one," he said with a grin. "Remember, it was you who split
your shorts this morning."
"How did you know about that?"
"Shit. If you can hear me whacking off during the day, don't you think I heard
that 'kkkkkkkkkkkkch' in the dead of the night?"
"Heh.. I guess you got me there. They were my favorite pair too. Suzi gave
them to me before.. Uhm, anyway.. Lets go see what the other guys are going to
do before we have to get ready for the party."
"Well, there is just one other thing.." he said, staying seated after I got up.
"Oh. Sorry," I said, sitting back down and giving him my complete attention.
"I'm not sure if this is a good idea with Joe having problems, or even if the
floor monitor would let us, but.. You know how you got that empty space where
Joe's bunk used to sit?"
"What. You want to move in with us?" I asked surprised.
"Yeah. Or just sleep in there. Austin doesn't even try to be quiet when I'm
trying to sleep. And then there's the other reason I'd rather not be around him
that you already know."
"I don't know, Greg. I mean, I don't know if we can always avoid doing stuff in
the room. I still can't believe no one else heard us those two times."
"Were do you guys go after workouts, anyway?" he asked.
I felt there was more than innocent curiosity behind his question, so I asked
him, "Why? You thinking about joining us?" I teased.
"No, I uhm... Well, not join you. But.."
"You're serious, aren't you? Why do you want to watch us? I mean, I don't even
like thinking about what we've done the past couple of nights. Wait a sec. Did
you watch us in the shower?"
"Yeah."
"The whole time?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I guess.. I guess I liked watching ya. But I don't want to do
any of that stuff myself."
I didn't know what to say at that point. He was telling the truth, and not
holding anything back. I was really hurting to use my telepathy to scan him
right then, and since Joey had used his magic touch on me on two different
occasions without anyone detecting it, I was pretty certain no one would pick up
a simple scan like I wanted to do. The problem was, if I found something that I
acted on, I would have to somehow explain how I learned about it. Explain to
whom you ask? Well, if not to Greg or Nick, I would have to explain it via my
cloak personality's memory.
"I take it you don't like the idea," Greg said, hiding his hurt feelings.
"No, it's not that," I said, laying an arm across his shoulders and rubbing the
hard muscle on the other side. "Its just... I never thought anyone would find
that kind of thing entertaining."
"It just goes to show you were right."
I gave him a questioning glance, so he grinned and said, "I am a pervert."
"Heh.. I'll agree to that," I said taking my arm off his shoulders to give him
a friendly punch. "Look. I'll talk to Joe about you sleeping in our room, and
maybe you can watch us once in a while. But I'm not making any promises, and
you may find yourself doing more than just watching if you're not careful."
"I understand. Thanks."
"Now, unless there's anything else that you want to shock me with.."
"Nope. I'm done. We can go now hang with the others now," he said getting up.
"Uhm, Greg. If we do let you sleep in our room, make sure you always wear some
really loose shorts or something."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because I don't want to ever see your sexy ass strain cloth like that in front
of me again," I said, giving his ass a hard slap and adjusting my own tight
shorts to give my hardon a little more room.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 13 - Party Animals and Party Poopers
(mf oral)
Getting invited to a Gamma Alpha Eta fraternity party was one of the most talked
about, most bragged about, most lied about topic in the dorms. Anyone who said
they had been invited but decided not to go were either considered liars or
idiots, usually both. While the Eta's were notorious for never getting beyond a
slight buzz, the guests didn't have any of the restrictions of how much they
could drink, eat, or for that matter, have sex, which surprisingly didn't seem
to cause that big of a problem when it did occur.
So an invitation to a Gamma Alpha Eta party was a highly sought honor. They had
seven different beers on tap at each of their three fully stocked real marble
countertop bars. They had hot tubs, steam rooms, an indoor pool, six billiards
tables, a mud wrestling ring, lots of good looking women... in other words,
except for the heavy alcohol presence, it was just like home.
But none of these things were the reason for Joey's and my excitement for going.
Everything we had learned from Fred told us that we would definitely be under
the scrutiny of at least one telepath if not more.
Fred could only access part of the memory of his first party. While my dad
hadn't been able take the time in piecing the missing parts back together, he
had pulled out a few fragments, and after figuring out what those mere instances
had implied, we were now depending on the assumptions we had made from them to
be typical for a initiate's first Eta party experience.
For sure, this would be the point where we would have to keep our cloak
personalities in control at all times. Not once had Joey or I detected someone
scanning us since arriving on campus, but if we were ever going to be scanned,
it would be at that party.
In fact, Joey and I both expected that we would be altered after we were scanned
if the telepath accepted us as worthy initiates. We weren't sure of what all
they would do, but we knew that during the party, Fred suddenly had the
overwhelming impulse to have his right ear pierced, just like all the initiates
who would later become Eta's had.
As the four of us walked into the Gamma Alpha Eta house through the front door
for the first time, we seemed to have the same hope that it not being the last.
While we had come just a tad early, nobody seemed to mind, and a few of the
Eta's who had noticed us at the information session actually congratulated us
for our persistence and welcomed us to their home.
Joey and I simply sat back and let our cover-selves do all the talking and
driving, but we weren't taking it easy by any means. Since we expected the
telepath to be a woman, we kept close tabs on every female who even glanced at
us, and we found there was a lot of that going on because of our age.
Because of the party, there were no workouts scheduled that day. The party was
officially stated to end at midnight, but everyone knew that it generally ran
until dawn.
Greg had actually taken my comments about his tight jeans to heart. Before
leaving for the party, he went to change his jeans. What I hadn't suspected was
that instead of putting a larger pair on, he actually found some that were even
tighter than the ones he had on first. I broke out laughing when he came out.
They were so tight you could see where his underwear started and stopped, and I
couldn't resist pointing out his "panty lines" to the rest of the guys.
Oh, but Greg fixed that problem really easy, and that was probably the reason
that, to his and our chagrin, he was the first to be asked to dance. And by a
hot looking Latino girl at that. I wondered if she knew he didn't have any
underwear on. And after getting a better look at her a little bit later, I
wondered if he knew that she didn't either.
The red head who I danced with was one of those girls who was either talking a
mile a minute or stood there chewing her gum with an absent minded look. Okay,
so she didn't do either while she danced, and she was a pretty good dancer. I
especially liked the way her tits bounced in synchrony with her bobbing head in
the faster dances. As I always say, there's nothing like a red head with a nice
pair of freely bouncing tits.
Grrrrrooowwll. I especially love 'em when they're full of her baby's milk.
Excuse me. Time for this father to sample a certain red head's milk through my
baby daughter's taste buds. Yummy, Yummy, for your Timmy.. Heh.
Where was I... Oh, the red head at the party.. I guess I must have been too
young for her, since while I had been getting us some drinks, she had found
someone else to blabber on to and was bouncing her tits and head for him when I
got back. That was a pity, too. I mean, if there is one thing I really liked
about girls who chewed gum all the time, it's the way they can french kiss. Not
only do they always taste fruity or minty fresh, their tongue can be quite a
challenge when you're tongue wresting.
The dance floor was getting pretty crowded by the time I had drained both
glasses while looking for someone else to dance with, so my cover-self decided
to move on and explore some of the other rooms open for the party.
I checked out the billiard room, then wandered by the pool and hot tubs. While
none of them were very crowded, my cover-self didn't care to try them out yet,
and so we (as in me and my cover-self) went to check out the room I probably had
the most interest in anyway. The moment I saw the two Eta's trying to stay on
their feet in the mud rink, I knew I had found my true calling.
"You know, it might help if you guys stop trying to stand up in it right away.
If you stay on your knees and use your toes to help you maneuver, you'll start
getting the feel of how to get traction while still being able wrestle."
"What the fuck do you know about mud wrestling, tiny?" one of the mud covered
muscle men said right before losing his balance and causing both of them to land
on their ass in the mud.
"More than the pair of you two know, that's for sure. No, don't go over to the
edges to stand up. If you're gonna stand up, do it in the middle where the
floor doesn't slope up. Shit. Don't you know anything?"
"Why don't you come in here and show us how to do it then, wise ass?" the other
one said, actually keeping his balance as he stepped forward towards me.
"Thought you never ask," I said, setting my bag down and pulling out my mud-
shorts to show them. "Where can I change?"
"Right over there," the first one said pointing to a door after knocking the
other guy off his feet with a humorous grin.
As I passed through the door, I heard the other guy take out his revenge, and I
knew by the time I got out there, they would be covered with the stuff from head
to toe.
I lost no time changing into my biker/mud-wrestling shorts, and once all my
other clothes were wrapped around my bottle of grain alcohol inside my bag, I
stuffed it all into one of the cubby holes and padded barefooted back out to the
rink.
To my dismay, the two guys were already getting out. But when I saw their
replacements, I let out a "Yeehaa!" and dived right in besides the two busty
blondes.
"Howdy, girls," I said after wiping the mud from my eyes. "The names slippery
Tim. How abouts we have a little wrestling match."
"My my.." The larger of the two said in a teasing tone. "The Eta's must be
getting awfully desperate to let someone as stupid and small as this in."
"All right, little man," the other one said in a more threatening tone. "I hope
you like the taste of mud, cause you're gonna be tasting a lot of it."
"Oops!" I said, flicking the mud from my hands onto their clean chests. "I think
I got you a little dirty."
They just looked at each other, then in a flash of movement, I suddenly found
myself face down in the mud while hands grasped my limbs in attempts to pin me.
But just like I had introduced myself as, I slipped out of the grasp and
returned the favor by slipping between the smaller one's legs, immediately
forcing them further and further apart. I got out of the way just in time for
her to fall forward, but I was disappointed to find she had managed to catch
herself with her hands.
I was just about to check what the other one was doing when I found out the hard
way. She managed to get a good hold of my right arm before throwing her weight
towards knocking me off my knees. But instead of fighting it, I went with one
of her shoves, and after a roll in the mud, I managed to pull her all the way
down with the satisfaction of knowing she had tasted the mud herself.
"Lindsey!" she spouted to the smaller woman. "Looks like we have a little snake
in the mud."
"Do you know what we do to snakes when we catch 'em?" Lindsey growled, slowly
circling me to trap me between the two of them.
"What?" I said grinning before diving for the far side of the ring.
Apparently they had been expecting that, for the next thing I knew, I was
grabbed from behind and flipped onto my back, the worse position to get in while
wrestling in slippery mud.
"First, we immobilize them," the larger one said as she pinned my upper arms
down from above me, making me unable to do anything but flop my lower arms up
and down uselessly.
Just as I started to find a grip with my toes, Lindsey inserted her body between
my legs, making my legs spread apart to where I lost any chance of getting some
leverage.
"Then we test their soft underbelly for weaknesses," Lindsey continued before
running her long finger nails up my belly and chest.
"Hey Tim!" Joey called from the side of the rink. "You need any help in there?"
"Nah! I can still wiggle out of this," I said, not sure of my words.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh!" Lindsey said, waving her finger back and forth in front of my
face. "Not before we finish. Where were we Janice?"
"You were about to tell him what you do to his head," Janice said, smiling
evilly at me.
"My head?" I said, frowning. I was trying to imagine what, apart from making me
eat mud, what they could do to my head.
"Everyone knows the way to take care of a snake in the mud is to grab it by its
head," Lindsey said as she felt around my shorts and clasped her thumb and index
finger around my dick's crown.
"And snap its neck!" they both cried as I started to panic.
"INCOMING!!!" Joey screamed as he tackled Lindsey and shoved her face down into
the mud.
"Why you little.." Janice sputtered as I finally managed to pull my legs out
from under Joey's and Lindsey's struggling thighs.
Even though Janice saw my legs followed by my torso rising into the air towards
her, she couldn't get a good enough grip in the mud to get away before my legs
rapped themselves around her neck.
"You know what?" I gasped to Joey as he finally got Lindsey onto her back and
started working towards pinning her arms down.
"What?" Joey gasped out, somehow avoiding Lindsey's mud covered hand from
entering his mouth.
"Maybe I am a snake," I said while Janice lost her grip on my upper arms and I
reached up and grabbed hers.
With a deep growl, I rolled myself into a sitting position, pulling Janice
forward, flipping her onto her back with my legs still around her neck.
I quickly dived forward and pinned her down with my crotch against her cushiony
chest, then enjoyed the sensations of her struggles massaging my hardening dick
as we waited for the now massive crowd to declare us our victory.
When the call was made, I rolled off and stood up with Joey, clasping our hands
together and raising them into the air like the champions we were.
"Thanks for coming to the rescue, Joe," I said over the crowd's noisy cheers.
"Just returning the favor," Joey replied.
I caught sight of Janice rubbing her neck, and once Joey and I got our fill of
being the hams for public attention that we were, I went over to her and asked,
"Are you all right?"
"NO. I'm not, you fuck head," she spat.
But then she grinned a wiry smile and said, "My ego is bruised all to hell...
but I'll live."
"Heh. For a second, you had me worried," I said, absentmindedly pulling my
shorts up so my softened cock would slide back down.
"Well, if anything, I take back what I said about you."
"What, that I'm a snake? I kinda liked.."
"No," she said, letting her wrist rub across my crotch a few times. "About you
being small and stupid."
"Huuhh, huuhuhuuhh," I said in a doofus way while noticing how her nipples were
hardening like my cock was start to do.
Unfortunately, that made her laugh, and she was one of those people who give you
a powerful slap on the back when she laughs.
"I guess she showed you," Joey said as I spit out a mouth full of watery mud.
"Next time I want to mud wrestle two women alone," I said, wiping the mud from
my eyes again. "Just shove a handful of mud in my mouth so I'll remember why I
don't want to, okay?"
"You can count on it," Joey said, meaning every word of it.
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"..and just leave the towels and stuff in the basket over there," Larry said,
holding the door open for us with his massive dark skinned arm and pointing to
the far corner of the shower room.
"Right. Thanks Larry," Joey said.
"Yeah, thanks a lot Larry," I echoed, wondering how much he got to sample the
sexy black ass of the girl he had been with. Man, was I ever missing Melissa's
gorgeous ass right then.
We set our stuff down on the counter and I got a good look at myself in the
mirror.
"Shit. I look like a chubby little kid."
"Hey, unless you want to have me all over you in the shower, don't talk about
how you look. I'm having a hard enough time as it is," Joey said, taking his
cloth and walking over to the shower nozzles.
"What the.." Joey said before I heard the water come on.
"What's the matter?" I said, grabbing my own cloth and heading for the opposite
end of the showers.
"You'll figure it out," he said mysteriously.
When I grabbed the stainless steel knob and pulled, it didn't budge. So I tried
turning it, but the thing just spun freely without any significant resistance,
and no water came out.
"How do you," I said, moving closer to the knob to get a better look at it.
"What does it say? Oh.. Push," I said as I did so, being rewarded with a blast
of cold water directly in my face.
By the time I finished sputtering and cussing the thing out, the water was at a
decent temperature, so I rinsed myself down real good before slipping my shorts
off and wringing them out a few times.
I was in the middle of soaping up when suddenly my cover-self stopped and
straightened up. I was just noticing something was wrong when I heard a
familiar voice call my name.
Without any hesitation, I found myself turning around and walking, catching a
glimpse of Joey standing at attention with an absent look on his face.
Mike, the leader of the frat house, looked away from Joey towards me, then
called over his shoulder, "You can come in now."
As I pulled to a halt in front of him, Janice and Lindsey walked in, still in
their muddy clothes, but obviously had toweled themselves off good.
"Yeah. That's the one," Janice said, pointing to me. "And then that one..."
she stopped, her gaze locked on Joey with a look of surprise.
"What? Do you know him?" Mike asked.
"No.. It's just that... Well, look at him. Who does he remind you of?"
"I don't... Huh. Yeah, he does look a little familiar. I can't place it
though..."
She walked up to Joey and proceeded to comb his hair with her fingernails.
After she accepted Mike's comb and finished the job, she stood back and said,
"There. How's that?"
"Shit," he said looking at the little boy haircut she had combed Joey's wet hair
into. It look strikingly like what Joey's hair had looked like back when we
were in the third or fourth grade.
"The nose and eyes are all wrong, but.. Yeah, I see what you mean. He looks
like Doc's kid," Mike admitted.
"And he single handedly pinned Lindsey down while that one managed to reverse
the hold I had on him and pinned me. So how about it? Are they in?"
"What's your names?" Mike asked us.
"Joe Thomas."
"Tim Brandon."
"I'm not sure, Janice, but I think I remember seeing these two's blood work
results. I'm having Batemen look up their files now, but if I remember right,
their hormone levels aren't right."
"Oh. So? They don't have to be given the treatment right away, do they?"
For the first time, I felt some heavy probing of my cover-self's mind, then
realized it was Janice doing it.
"And if anything else," she continued as she probed, "Richardson could play with
them. They've fool around with each other enough."
"Janice, you know what the Doc would say to that. And just look at them. Even
if we took them now, who knows how long it would be before their chemistry
settles down enough for them to be useful to us. We might be waiting another
year before their hormones go within the acceptable range. We can only take
twenty new members this semester, and there are almost forty guys with the right
hormone levels trying to get in. And Batemen just found their files. They
definitely are not even close to the right levels. They must both be having a
late puberty."
"Oh well. Its not like I don't have enough toys to play with, right Lindsey?"
"Yes, Janice," Lindsey said sweetly. "Are we going to go back and play with the
boys now?"
"In a minute," Janice said, walking up to me while commanding my dick to grow
hard.
"You're not going to fuck him, are you?" Mike said, leaning back against the
counter and crossing his arms.
"No, I'm not going to fuck him," Janice spat back. "I'm just.. looking. He
had some really good moves out there. And he is kind of cute, in a boyish way,"
she said while slowly masturbating me.
She kept probing into my cover-self's memories as she stood there jerking me off
slowly and staring into my face. I was starting to breathe harder from my
body's arousal, and I wasn't sure but I thought she was too a little.
"Would you mind if I borrowed Lindsey from you for a minute?" Mike said after a
few minutes of remaining silent.
"Go ahead," Janice said, grinning to herself. "Just make sure you put her back
the way you found her when you're done."
"I always do, don't I?" he said as Lindsey scurried over to him.
"All except that one time," she said, feeling my right ass cheek with her left
hand.
"You'll never let me forget that, will you. How did I know she was your best
friend? Hell, if I hadn't turned her into my suck hound, you and I would have
never met."
"Mike," she said, frowning, letting me go and turning around. "I've been
meaning to ask you..."
"What?" he said softly as Lindsey's head bobbed back and forth with his dick in
her mouth.
"Well, before you took me to the Doc and I joined the group, how come you didn't
make me into your plaything like I was going to do to you?"
"Come 'ere," he said, gently pushing Lindsey away from him and offering his arms
out to Janice.
Janice hurried up to him, then they gave each other a big hug.
"I was going to, but after I broke through your defenses and took your will
away, I found something in your mind that I recognized."
"What was that?" she said looking up at him with the eyes of a doe.
"The same thing I had been feeling for the three years since Doc taught me how
to use my mind to control others."
"What? Come on Mike. Tell me, please?"
He must have told her telepathically, because the next sound I heard was their
kissing. They kissed for several minutes before the noise of the party brought
their attention back to the real world. And then it still took them a few
minutes to stop giving each other little kisses as they obviously communicated
through their thoughts and body motions.
"Here, baby," Janice said lovingly as Lindsey moved back over to take his cock
in her mouth. "You let her do her thing, while I go do mine, then we'll let
them go, okay?"
His response wasn't audible, but I concluded he agreed with her since she came
back over to me and my still raging hard on.
"Oh.. I'm sorry, Tim. I forgot to turn that off. I guess I'll just have to
finish what I started," she said, kneeling.
"Janice.. I have to tell you something," Mike said uncertainly.
"Wha?" Janice replied with her mouth full of my cock.
"Well, I didn't exactly.. Shit. You didn't used to like sucking cock like that
before we met. I'm sorry."
She pulled her mouth off my dick and said, "That's okay. I already knew that.
I figured it was the penalty of losing the battle. Besides, Doc took it out
after you left me with her."
"She did? You mean all this time I've been worried..."
"Mmmh-hhmm," she said, not stopping her rapid tonguing of my dick's underside
while it surged in her mouth.
"Shit," he said as he started humping Lindsey's mouth.
Through Janice's manipulation of my body's senses, it wasn't long before I felt
my hot spunk surge into her mouth which she let overflow, then spat out the
rest. My body's senses where overloaded a moment by the stimulus she was
pumping into my nervous system, but when my surroundings came back into focus, I
found Joey standing right next to me.
While Joey's breathing got louder, I heard Mike groan with pleasure as his humps
became jerky, then stopped. I could see him out of the corner of my eye
standing against the wall, watching Janice blow Joey's tool while Lindsey
tenderly cleaned every trace of cum from his dick.
After Joey's shutters and shakes ended, he said, "Harrison was right about you."
"What did he say about me?" Janice asked surprised.
"That once you were around us that you would adapt and fit in. A year ago you
would have slapped me for asking to borrow your best friend. Hell, a year ago,
Lindsey still had a will of her own. Now she's just like the rest of them.
Happy servants, willing and waiting to do what ever we ask. Doesn't that..
bother you?"
"Not really. I mean, since I met you and Doc, I've found a purpose in life, and
people who are like me. I guess I don't see Lindsey the same way as I used to.
I used to depend on her, but now.. Now I depend on you and the others. Which
reminds me. With there being ten of us, why are we still being so careful about
covering up our presence all the time?"
"I thought Doc told you.. Oh well. It's no secret. Before joining us,
Richardson ran across one of Denise's play things and actually managed to take
her, Doc, and Gina over before coming after Harrison. If Harrison hadn't been
stronger than all four of them together, who knows what could have happened.
That's why I got into so much trouble when you came after me. I was supposed to
have scrambled Lindsey's memories, but forgot. If you had been able to beat me,
and we managed to pick the others off one by one, I doubt even Harrison could
stop all eight of us."
"Does it bother you that Doc made you get the treatment to punish you?" she
asked hesitantly.
"Nah. I mean, sure it's inconvenient having to go to the milkers three times a
day. But in a way, I feel like I'm really an Gamma Alpha Eta now."
"Besides," he added as he had Lindsey stand up. "If I hadn't screwed up with
Lindsey, we might have never met."
"Oh, I don't know about that," she said with a grin. "I was planning to borrow
a couple of your boys right before I found Lindsey's one nighter with you. But
I'm still glad of how things turned out.
"And speaking of scrambling memories.." she said, turning her attention to Joey.
"Want me to do the other one?" he offered.
She nodded, and a moment later I felt his mind attacking my cloak-personality's
memories of what had gone on in the shower since they had entered.
I found myself walking back over to the shower, then after my right hand pushed
for the water to turn back on, I carefully examined the self removing commands
he had inserted into my cover-self's mind.
"You ready?" he asked.
Fascinated by how my cover-self's mind had instantly deleted his words from its
memory, I almost didn't listen to her response.
"Not yet. I'm still getting the hang of it, you know. Shit. Mike? Not that I
want to, but why isn't anyone worried that one of us would suddenly decide to
take everyone else over after joining the group?"
"That's easy. We've all been programmed not to. Even Doc."
"Doc? Are you sure? I mean, Harrison trusts her even more than Denise, and
she's his sister. And wasn't it Doc who asked him to marry her, not the other
way around?"
"I'm sure, and yeah, Doc asked him. Are you done yet? We've already spent too
much time with these two. We have a lot more of them to check out, you know."
"Then help me with this last bit. I can't.. Oh. Okay never mind. Its
working," she said.
As the three of them were walking out, I heard Janice say, "I still hope they'll
be able to get in next semester. I think Doc would get a kick out of the one
that looks like her kid."
"Don't count on it. We don't recruit after their freshman year and I doubt..."
The rest of their words were lost to the background sounds of the party. My
cover personality suddenly jerked into motion, and I found myself finishing my
shower as if nothing had happened.
I waited for Joey to send something over the link about what they had said, but
the link never surged as we got dressed and headed back out to the party. When
I finally sent "What do you think?", his response came back a surprisingly "No."
We split up after that, Joey wanting to try his poker skills while my cover-self
went to watch the wrestling again. I spent a good two hours cheering Janice and
Lindsey on as they reclaimed their honor with five consecutive wins. I felt my
cover-self strangely relaxed talking to Janice. It was if my cover-self somehow
knew she had given me a blow job, or maybe it was just her warm looks towards
me.
Janice and Lindsey called it quits when their sixth match was called a draw. I
was sorry to see them go, but actually found the following matches more
entertaining since the contestants were more evenly matched.
I was so involved in the matches that I never noticed when the share link
dissolved. It wasn't until I wanted to tell Joey they were going to start
having tag team matches that I realized he was gone.
After fretting for nearly twenty minutes as my cover-self kept watching the
match, I finally took control and went to look for him.
I avoided the billiard room since that's were Mike was, but after searching
every room but that one, I finally risked going into the wolf's den.
I nearly missed Joey all together, only noticing him sitting in the corner
because the bottle he was drinking from reflected some light and caught my eye.
He wasn't alone, either. My jaw nearly hit the floor as I realized the large
body underneath him was Alicia's, and that he was doing more than just french
kissing her. His hands were fondling her breasts through her shirt while his
crotch dug into hers in slow rhythmic motions, helped along by her hands
squeezing his ass.
I glanced over at Mike to find his attention was on another initiate as they
played a game of eight ball. He didn't seem to have noticed Joey's state, and I
hoped it stayed that way.
As I approached them, I felt Joey's lust building up steadily just like right
before he would lose control and force himself on me. And then to my horror, I
felt it reach the breaking point again and watched in shock as Alicia's hands
began frantically trying to push his pants down.
I was knocked out of my shock when I heard Alicia quietly moan, "Yes, master.
Fuck me, master," and I immediately grabbed Joey's right shoulder and forced him
to roll off of her.
His face became filled with anger, and as I carefully risked scanning the
commands in Alicia's mind, I suddenly found Joey attacking mine.
My own anger surged a moment from what I had found in Alicia's mind and Joey's
assault, surprisingly causing me to strike out at him with my fist instead of my
mind. Joey's attack stopped a moment after my fist slammed into the side of his
head, knocking him out cold while sending a flash of pain through my hand.
As I cursed and cradled my damaged hand, my attention was momentarily diverted
by Alicia's desperate pleas for her master to fuck her. Out of panic, I put her
out with a sleep command, then turned to check on Mike.
Thankfully, Mike was busy with other matters, and I sighed with relief when he
left the room for some reason. My hand reminded me of its injury at that point,
and so I sank down next to the other two and tried to figure out what to do next
while babying my hand.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt something calling me. As I cleaned up
the mess Joey had made of Alicia's mind, the call kept growing louder.
After programming Alicia to wake up after we left, using some of the commands I
had picked up from Mike's programming of my cover-self's mind, I suddenly knew
what the call was, and locked my eyes on the half drank bottle of Jack Daniel's
still standing upright next to Alicia's unconscious form.
I don't know what came over me at that point. I found myself reaching out with
a shaky hand and grabbing the bottle by its neck. I struggled against my desire
to immediately escaping the problems of the real world. I simply needed.. no.
Deserved a short break from reality, and I knew that the bottle in my hand was
my ticket out.
I scrambled over to grab the cap, then after I put it on good and tight, I
tucked the bottle in my bag next to the other one. I almost broke down to try
some right then and there, but I held it off by telling myself I could go back
to the dorm and lock myself in there for the night without anyone bothering me.
Almost as an afterthought, I commanded Joey that after he woke up to go home
with Greg and sleep in Austin's bed for the night. I added a few commands to
ensure he wouldn't give himself away or do anything else stupid like he already
had that night and in the past, then left the two laying there, both looking as
if they had had too much to drink.
As I carefully poured a good fourth of the grain alcohol into the half empty
bottle of Jack Daniel's, I inserted safety commands into my own mind to prevent
me from using my telepathy or leaving the room unless it was an emergency while
I was wasted.
After stripping my clothes off and getting in my bunk, I laid there a whole five
minutes taking swigs from the bottle before I considered I might get sick while
I was drunk. After a few minutes of consideration, I slipped my clothes back on
and went to borrow one of the spare barfing buckets Lenny stored in his room for
Kirk.
Drowning my worries and fears as I slipped into a state of drunken bliss, I
imagined all sorts of scenarios for the near future. I discovered the
depression that had caused Joey to break the link and get drunk, finding the
thought of us spending two whole semesters in hopes our blood chemistry would
meet their requirements in time being too much to ask of us. He was torn
between finding his sister to free her from the likes of Janice and "the Doc,"
and going back to whatever he has left of his own life, something he was finding
he really needed to do.
Of course this was nothing in comparison to the things I found Joey had done the
past two weeks behind my back. But one of the things I had programmed myself
for was not to even think of Joey's betrayal and his purely criminal actions.
But somehow in my depression there was that knowledge that I would have to deal
with something horrible the next morning, and that it wasn't going to go away
for a long time if ever.
My drunken mind was filled with all of Joey's problems, how they were weighing
him down and pulling me down with him, finding that both of us already were
feeling how trapped we truly were. I recalled my displeasure of realizing I had
learned to find the odor and taste of Joey's asshole to be arousing, even
erotic. In fact I had been denying the fact that I had grown to enjoy the sex
Joey and I had been having the past month.
Joey's sexual perversions had become my own. From that realization I stopped
thinking about Joey's problems and concentrated on the self pity I was quickly
filling myself up with.
After the commands I had inserted into my mind stopped me from smashing the
bottle and using it to end my life, I laid there for an unknown period of time,
thinking how badly I wanted to die.
At some point I fell asleep, and I didn't stir until someone slammed a door the
next afternoon. I woke to a splitting headache, a swollen fist, and a whole new
set of problems and worries to deal with.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 14 - Joey's Darkest Hour
(no sex)
Joey had lied. Joey had deceived me. Joey had taken advantage of my trust and
my love. Joey had endangered his own quest for his sister in pleasing his own
selfish sexual whims and cravings.
These thoughts kept spinning around my head as I swallowed the aspirin and
started getting dressed.
Joey couldn't be trusted. Joey was a danger to himself, and to me, while we are
here undercover. Either I quit and go home or..
"Shit," I gasped painfully when my swollen knuckles accidentally slapped against
the wooden frame of our bunk beds.
I wanted to cry, but somehow I kept myself from starting, knowing I needed to
have my hand looked at and then deal with Joey's betrayal.
As I made my way towards the medical center, I went over the things Joey had
been doing behind my back with the powers I had shared with him.
Ever since the afternoon Alicia had seduced him, Joey had been building up his
anger over her using him on her quest for stealing the innocence from young
innocent looking guys. He desired to get even with her by stealing her own
innocence, and had looked for a way to achieve it.
Now I understood his sudden desire to play poker again. After playing Nick and
Lenny a few times the week after he started classes, Joey had refused to join in
until suddenly he was all for it and somehow talked me into playing too. I
realized that Joey was in fact practicing his mental and emotional "poker face"
in order to conceal the truth from me like he had done before, and his strategy
worked since even my empathic senses had been fooled by his cool calm poker
face.
About two weeks after I had relented to let him satisfy his sexual cravings on
me, Joey gave in to his other cravings for revenge and lust, and on the second
Thursday before the party, on the day of the week he only had one class, he
sought Alicia out and raped her. And after he had taken more than just his
revenge out on her, he installed his own version of my dad's slave program and
had repeatedly raped her again over the past two weeks.
Alicia was only one of five girls which Joey had raped and installed his slave
program in. One of his modifications automatically hid the rape events from
their normal conscious selves, allowing him to rape and re-rape the same girl
without losing the... "satisfaction" he got from raping a girl for the first
time. So during the period that I was becoming used to the sex he had us do,
Joey was exploring even darker sides of his sexual pallet, going far beyond the
perversions I thought he could ever possibly have.
What I had considered some of the worst aspects of Steven's Joseph had somehow
leaked into becoming a part of my Joey. It was a strange merger, but the Joey I
knew and loved was still inside him, rationalizing everything he did with the
knowledge that his victims didn't know it happened, and so it didn't change
their personal lives.
That was the same logic he had used when he had enslaved the girls at his
cousin's school. He took thirteen girls' virginities that night (not fifty like
he had said), but because they didn't remember it happening later, they still
believed they were virgins and lived exactly the way they would have if he
hadn't touched them.
But he didn't follow that logic when he made some of those girls desire him
whenever he scratched himself in their presence. And Joey didn't have the
experience I had to program a person's mind to trigger from a simple act.
Joey's programming probably would have side effects, the least of which would be
the releasing of their sexual desires whenever ANY guy scratched themselves and
they witness it.
The one thing I did find relieving was the fact that he never had anyone eat his
shit like he had exclaimed wanting Alicia to do. And while Joey did very much
get off on the concepts of controlling people, he never applied it to the people
he cared about, only strangers or someone who he felt had wronged him. That is
with one very important exception: me.
His feelings for me were a completely different than for anyone else. Even
before Steven had gotten a hold of him, Joey had been feeling a special
attraction for me and me alone. I had openly shared my abilities with him, and
this he was always grateful for. But Joey had a independent nature that
resented having to follow my rules. This caused a conflict within him, and it
was this and his love that eventually caused his attraction to me personally.
Subconsciously he wished to extend our special relationship through the sex
which we had shared with each other. Part of him wanted to give back what I
shared with him, and part of him wanted to secure our relationship so I would
continue sharing my abilities with him. It was greed and love compromising for
sex, and even Steven's meddling hadn't tipped the scales in their struggle.
While Steven's ways may have had corrupted his sexual appetite, my sacrifices
for his happiness had strengthened his loving feelings for me.
But I had no reason or explanation for the thing that hurt me the most. The one
thing Joey had been plotting and gathering information about doing. The one
thing that was the ultimate betrayal. The one thing which had made me limit my
choices down to two things.
While the nurse x-rayed my hand, I defined those two choices in my mind. I
could either refuse to share my abilities with him ever again, literally
abandoning him and his quest for his sister, or do the thing I had sworn I'd
never do to anyone I cared about. To alter his mind and make him into something
else other than the person he truly was. To make Joey believe in the things I
did so I could trust him like I once had.
While I waited for the doctor to see me, I made a list in my head of the things
I would have to change about Joey, but after the list grew too long I threw it
out and tried it again. After a third try failed, I reconsidered my
requirements, but then found a different answer than what I had been looking
for.
I walked back to the dorms after receiving nothing more than a bill and
instructions to keep an ice pack on my hand until the swelling subsides. But
all in all I felt better. I knew what I had to do, even though it still meant
doing something I didn't want to, but the weight of the decision about which of
the two choices I would do was no longer on my shoulders. Or so I believed.
When I got back to the room, I wasn't surprise to find Joey there waiting since
I had programmed that the night before. But the anger he was feeling did
surprise me, for I felt I had been the one betrayed.
"You son of bitch! You just couldn't trust me, could you? You had to interfere
with my life. MY SLAVES! You won't let me have ANYTHING of my own!" he
screamed as soon as I walked in.
"Fuck you, Joey. I did trust you. And you used me. You deliberately deceived
me. You... used me." I said ending in a whisper.
"The hell I did," he said only slightly louder than his normal speaking voice.
"I came here to help you find your sister. I shared everything I had with you.
When you couldn't control you own sex drive, I GAVE MYSELF to you to USE as your
PLAYTHING! But even that wasn't enough, was it Joey. Even after you got me
used to licking your FUCKING ass every GOD DAMN NIGHT, you went and started
RAPING girls?! BUT WHAT REALLY TOPS IT ALL IS THAT YOU PLANNED TO ENSLAVE ME!
ME! THE ONLY FUCKING PERSON WHO WOULD <GAG> WHO WOULD HAVE GIVEN UP HIS <CHOKE>
IMMORTAL SOUL FOR YOURS!"
The silence after my screaming at the top of my lungs was absolute. Joey was
white from my revelation of his plans and actions, and the people in the nearby
rooms had all heard my words and were probably trying to make sense of them
while waiting for more.
Joey wilted into the chair he had been in when I had arrived, and while looking
down at the floor he said, "I still love you."
"BULL SHIT!" I said with ever ounce of my being.
"God, what have I done?" he said, running his hands up his face and through his
hair.
I was physically, mentally, and emotionally ready to counter anything he said,
felt, or did that might persuade me against doing what I had to do.
"You've signed your own fate, that's what you've done" I said in a steady voice.
"What does that mean?" he said looking up with the first sign of real fear.
"You have two choices to choose from," I said while looking him dead in the
eyes. "I either leave here, never to return, and never ever form a share link
with you again."
"Or?"
"Or," I hesitated, feeling his anger starting to return again. "Or I alter your
mind to where I can trust you would never abuse my powers agai.."
"WHAT!!" Joey screamed, cutting me off. "You want to make ME into you fucking
PET?"
"Not a pet. Just return you to.."
"NO FUCKING WAY! AND YOU'RE NOT FUCKING BACKING OUT ON ME NOW!" he said getting
up and rushing me.
In the few moments I had before his hands reached my throat, I saw it in his
eyes. Not the thirst of blood or murder, but the thirst for power.
That terrified me even more than death possibly could. To me the thirst for
power was the evil of evils, the ultimate enemy, my own personal devil. And it
was in complete control of Joey, possessing him like the evil demon it was.
The instant his hands wrapped around my throat, I understood what he was going
to do. Instead of trying to kill me, he was going to force me to share link
with him, then before I could recover my wits, he would enslave me totally and
completely to protect his power's source.
Joey was probably as ready as he ever could be to attempt such a feat. It had
been my own idea to help Joey develop some kind of mental barrier that would
withstand my own attempts to control him. Of course that was for the case I had
been somehow tricked and been taken over. So even without the share link, Joey
was confident I couldn't stop him through my telepathy, and he knew his anger
was so great that I couldn't use my empathic powers on him without risking my
sanity again.
But neither Joey or I ever considered how strong my abilities actually had
become from straining them as Steven's prisoner or from using the telepathic
amplifying drug. My desperation and fright as I felt myself losing my grip on
reality caused me to surge every bit of my telepathic ability into penetrating
his shield, making the pair of us cry out in pain as our brains felt their
telepathic centers overload from their strain.
The headache I had woken up with earlier was nothing like the one I had now. It
wasn't quite as bad as when Suzi, Joey and I had our first three way, but there
was no way I could carry out any of the programming I had to do on my ex-best
friend.
Through the fire ravaging my brain, an image of the handcuffs I had brought
flashed in my head. I stumbled over to my wardrobe and dug through the box I
had put them in, pulling them out with a jerk.
If the situation had been different, it would have been funny handcuffing Joey
to the four inch thick square beam of the bunk bed frame he had helped design.
Even the handcuffs had been a gift from him. A sort of joke after our close
call with the police when we rescued Suzi from Michael's stolen van.
I awoke to the sounds of the bunk beds hitting the floor. I had fallen asleep
by the door, just so I was out of reach of Joey's traitorous hands. The room
was lit only by the flood lights from outside, but my eyes immediately found his
by following the sensation of pure hatred to its source.
"If you alter a single GOD DAMN THOUGHT in my head, sooner or later I'll get
around it and then I'll come after you with everything I GOT!"
"I believe you, Jo... Joseph. That's the first thing you've said today that I
can really believe."
"Then don't do it. Let me go and help me find Sarah. I promise you I won't
mistreat you. I love you, Tim. For whatever that's worth, I really do love
you. I know you can't understand this, but that's why I wanted to trick you. I
wanted to make you see how much easier it is if you just make them the way you
want and make them happy to be that way. That's all anyone wants, right? To be
happy?"
"No it isn't. Everyone has the right to make themselves miserable. You just
don't get it, do you Joey. You don't want me to alter you, and I don't want you
to alter me. Now one of us has to alter the other, and I've chosen myself to be
the one miserable while making you happy again."
"But I.." he said just before I began my sweeping of his mind.
It took me less than two hours to hunt down and contain every last impulse of
his hunger for power and sexual perversions. I restored every bit of the Joey I
had loved and trusted with my soul, putting caps on anything I found resembling
the Joseph I hated so much. I rewrote memories, I installed safeguards, and
then ended up removing it all when I came up with something better.
I combined techniques used by Joey, my dad, and the group of telepaths
responsible for the Eta's hidden personas, realizing that the best way to
conceal telepathic tampering is to only install something to force the mind to
alter itself to your design. Telepaths look for foreign thought patterns. If
the changes you wish to hide were made by the subject themselves, they were
virtually indistinguishable from original memories or thoughts.
That is why we couldn't access the true memories of a person with a hidden
persona unless that persona took control. Similarly, Joey's and my cloak
personalities hid our true ones because telepaths could only focus on the
thoughts which were in control of the body. Only when our true personalities
were caught altering our cloaking ones could we normally be detected.
(At least that was the theory at the time. I depended on it being true, and it
would eventually be a painful mistake for me to make.)
Once that was done and Joey was safely tucked in his bunk, me and Jack went to
bed together, knowing Jack and I would be sharing my bed every night for a very
long time.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 15 - Rat Hunt
(mc, mm, mf)
The next three days were very hard on both of us. Joey was back to his "normal"
self, and that ended up meaning he was almost as depressed as I was.
For him it was the concept of how completely futile our rescuing his sister
appeared. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see a way to convince the
Eta's to let him join. We both believed that our age was the reason for the
hormone levels not being within their acceptable range, and that was one thing
we couldn't alter about ourselves. Even though Joey had just turned seventeen
exactly one week before the party, we suspected that he wouldn't be accepted
next spring either.
My biggest problem was my stupid empathic senses wouldn't stop feeling that damn
dark spot I had inflicted on Joey's... soul? Whatever. He didn't understand
why I felt so guilty whenever I looked at him, and I guess that also added to
his depressed mood.
To top it all off, Greg and Nick both had ear rings on Monday, and simply
accepted the fact we weren't going to make it in. They weren't unfriendly
towards us, or anyone else for that matter, but they didn't even try to include
us in their activities, even the ones we had been doing together for the past
four weeks.
Joey and I both had stopped going to the workouts, and were skipping classes
right and left. On Wednesday, Joey suddenly started throwing things around the
room, not really trying to break anything, just needing to work off some of his
powerful body's energy since he hadn't been working it off in a weight room.
It was purely by accident that Joey knocked the cabinet under the refrigerator
open. I was laying in my bunk ignoring his cusses and activity, my eyes not
looking at anything in particular, and just happened to lock on one of the
contents which had been behind the door.
I don't know how long I stared at the bottle before it registered, and even then
in my half drunken state it took a minute for my brain to make some connections
and trigger an important conclusion.
"SHIT!" I said sitting up and nearly braining myself on the bunk above me.
"What!" Joey snapped, throwing the handcuffs at the radiator that would have
drove me crazy if he had done it three hours earlier while I had been hung over.
"Joey.. Think about it. Other than our age, what else could make our hormone
levels be so different from everyone else's?"
"I don't... Oh shit. You mean.."
"The STERIODS" we both said.
We had stopped taking them three week before the party because we felt we had
added enough muscle tone to get us by without them. But we had started taking
them before we had left home, so they had been in our systems at the time our
blood samples had been taken.
"Oh man.. That HAS to be it!" Joey said, grabbing the practically empty bottle
out of the cabinet.
"But.. How does that help us now?" I said, feeling my head pound from the quick
movements I had been making.
"What do you mean? All we do is ask Mike.. to.. Oh."
Joey frowned, then grabbed one of the notebooks he had been pitching around
earlier. He started writing things down silently while I corked my bottle and
put it away out of sight.
I laid back down in my bunk while the familiar static electric sensation filled
the room from Joey's mind switching into hyperdrive.
I guess I fell asleep, for the next thing I knew Joey was handing me the
notebook.
Mission objectives:
1. Construct a believable reason to have our blood taken again for testing.
2. There are twenty open beds, and nearly forty guys to fill them. Determine a
way to get in ahead of at least twenty of the others.
"Is that it? All that thinking for two objectives?" I said.
"Fuck you. I was trying to find the solutions, you dork."
"Oh," I said, finding the room trying to spin. "Look, I'm feeling a little
woozy. Can we talk about this tomorrow? Say around noon?"
"Shit. You need to lay off the booze. I'm going to go find Greg or Nick and
scan them for anything I can get."
"Bye," I said after the door shut.
That night, I had a very strange dream. I was sitting alone on my bunk when
Greg walked in. We started talking, but every once in a while I would get a
glimpse of what I thought was a rat sticking its nose out Greg's ear or mouth or
something. It was kind of gross.
Anyway, I started to catch on that every time the rat showed up, Greg was
more... well, perverted. As Greg started to talk about how he likes getting
carrots stuck up his ass, I prepared to grab the rat by its whiskers the next
time it poked its head out.
When I grabbed it, I suddenly had control over the rat. I told the rat to undo
what he had done to Greg, and that's when I woke up.
It wasn't until the next morning when Joey's alarm woke both us up at six before
I figured out what my dream meant.
"Joey. I got it!"
"What? A hang over?"
"No.. Well, that too. But.. shit.. What was I going to.. Oh yeah. You and I
are going to go rat hunting."
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"Are you sure about this?" Joey said as we stood outside Greg and Austin's door
that evening.
"Positive. I've tried it out on three different people. It will.. Hi, Greg.
Mind if we come in?" I said, not waiting for an answer when Greg opened the
door.
"Uhm, actually.." Greg said.
"Close the door, Greg," I said as I closed the curtains while Joey used his
version of a Vulcan neck pinch on Austin who was sitting at the table doing
homework.
Joey gently let Austin sag forward, resting his pudgy nose on the book he had
been working out of as Greg said, "What did you do to him?"
"Oh, just a little thing I picked up," Joey said, blowing across the tip of his
index finger and putting it back in his imaginary holster.
"What do you want," Greg asked as he examined his cousin, then wondering why he
felt so calm.
"Mike sent us," I said after sitting down on Greg's bunk.
"He did?"
"Yeah. We're supposed to give you a test," Joey said.
"What kind of test?" Greg asked suspiciously.
"Sit down next to me, and I'll show you," I said softly.
"How do I know Mike really sent you?" Greg responded just as softly as he sat
down.
"Because of this," I said, raising my shirt up to show him my right nipple.
Greg gasped, seeing the illusion of a nipple ring on my right nipple with the
Roman letters Gamma Alpha Eta inscribed on it. He looked up to Joey, and
watched him with a look of respect as Joey flashed his own right nipple at us.
"What do I have to do?" Greg said, suddenly very willing to proceed.
"Simple. Take off your ear ring and never put it back on," I said.
"But.." he said, hesitating.
"We're waiting, Greg," Joey said before turning around and closing his eyes.
"Don't fail this test, or you'll never get in.
"I don't understand.." Greg said, reaching up to his ear ring, then looked over
at me.
I looked in his eyes and formed an empathic connection, and immediately began
pushing against the confusion. I pushed hard. Very hard, actually, and once I
was passing through his emotional tide, I set out feeling my way through his
emotions searching for their sources. I waded through the streams of emotions,
seeking out the ones that felt they didn't belong. There were hundreds of forks
in the stream, and at each fork I had to determine which way the out of place
emotions were coming from in order to follow them to their source.
Suddenly there it was. A foreign energy or pattern sticking out of the
riverbed, sending all sorts of pollutants downstream. With a surge of anger and
fear, I lashed out at its base, and found it retaliating by surging and spewing
even more waste down the stream of emotions.
After I slammed it with my emotional sledge hammer twice more, I felt it
suddenly expand, exploding outwards and flinging me back down the stream.
As my senses returned to the real world around me, I heard Joey announce, "GOT
IT!" and knew it had worked so far.
"Hurry up, Tim.. It's slipperier than KY!" Joey sputtered.
I focused my telepathic senses to follow the hold Joey had on what we were
calling Greg's mental rat, and as soon as I got a hold of its tail, I quickly
went after its neck.
He was right about it being slippery. Three times I had just about got it
pinned down that it suddenly rewrote itself into another section of the
subconscious. But on the fourth attempt I got my mental grasp around its
scrawny neck, and immediately tore out its puny mind and began replacing it with
a far more complex one of my creation.
"Okay, Joey. Let it go," I said finally while keeping my mind focused on it
just in case I missed something.
"What happened?" Greg said a moment later. "Did I pass the test?"
Seeing that everything was in order, I let the new improved rat go and opened my
eyes to find Greg waiting for our answer.
"Take off your ear ring and we'll find out," I said, trying not to grin.
"Uhm.. Okay," he said reaching up and pulling its clasp off.
The moment the pin came out of his earlobe, Greg's own face broke out into a
broad grin before he said, "I guess you might say I'm all yours."
"How do you feel?" I asked, letting myself mirror his grin.
"Like an undercover cop or something. What do you want me to do?"
"Well for starters, tell us everything they said or did while you.. er.."
"While I was a zombie?" Greg said humorously. "Okay. Mike and Alex, asked me
and Kyle if we wanted to see were we would sleep if we got in. As soon as we
were alone in the sleeping area, I just didn't want to do anything but stand
there. I guess Kyle was done first since nothing happened to me for a while.
"When they did get to me, I felt everything for me change. I saw how important
it was to become a Gamma Alpha Eta brother. I wanted to do whatever Mike or any
of the other Etas asked me to do. I knew how to make myself forget things, and
then remember them when I needed to. And what's really cool is I can even make
up something and believe it when I need to.
"Oh.. I guess you know all that already. Uhm, lets see.. They really didn't
say much of anything. Oh. Mike asked if some guy.. Richardson I think, was
going to try any of us out before we were officially in. Alex said something
like, 'You know Wally. He's already asking me about the new recruits'
"Richardson again," Joey said. "Huh.. Sounds like he's above Mike."
"You might want to get Nick in on this. I think he's going to meet this guy
this weekend."
"Nick was next on our list anyway," I said while probing Greg real quick to make
sure the rat was still working right. "Did they say anything else?"
"Just instructions on what to do. Sorry about giving you guys the cold
shoulder. They told us to get our ears pierced and to start spending all our
time with the other initiates or full brothers. We're not to have any sex,
drink, smoke, stuff like that until told otherwise, and to keep our grades up
because they were important for our cover. Then they told us to make ourselves
forget everything except looking around and then go back to the party."
"Has any of the other brothers told you anything that you had to forget later?"
"Oh yeah.. Just today too. Blake told Nick and I we were for sure getting in,
and told us about what they did after seven o'clock. Get this! The Etas all
workout in the nude!"
"Really?" I said, truly surprised.
"I wonder why Fred never remembered that," Joey said.
I shrugged at him, then said to Greg, "What do they do afterwards? Suck each
other off?"
"No! Or at least we didn't. You would have really like it. Blake told us to
get the maximum performance out of our bodies, we had to concentrate on keeping
ourselves hard while we worked out. He kept talking about how hard it made him
to work out in the nude, and man.. You should have seen his. I swore it looked
like it would explode sometimes."
"That does explain the way Fred kept wanting to mention getting undressed," I
muttered to Joey.
"Anything else?" Joey asked.
"Nothing except that we were all supposed to start eating a special diet. I got
the list of what we could eat somewhere. Do you want to see it?"
"Show me tomorrow. I think we better go do Nick before it gets any later," I
said.
"Okay.. What do you want me to do until then?" Greg asked anxiously.
"You know you have to hide everything about our visit from yourself and the
Eta's right?"
"Yeah. And you're the only two who can tell me to take my ear ring off and
bring all my memories back."
"Right. What we need is any information about what goes on behind the scenes,
who's in control of who, and things like that. Maybe try pumping Blake and
others for information. Don't take any risks, though. Try and make it look
like your natural curiosity, not something more. The most important thing you
can do is not to get caught, okay?"
"Yes sir!" he said, making a mock a salute. "I'll crack my cyanide filled
filling open and swallow it before they can even ask me my name."
"Suicide is not an option," I said seriously.
"Okay. Understood," Greg said, just as serious.
"Shit, Tim. Maybe you shouldn't make Nick as eager to die for our cause," Joey
said after we left Greg to wake his cousin up.
"I didn't make him like that. It's part of the original rat's programming. If
I change it, there's another chance they will find it and trace it back to us,"
I said before knocking on Nick's door.
"FUCK!" we heard Nick's voice say inside. "WHOEVER IT IS, GO AWAY!"
"What ya doing, Nick?" I said through the door. "Jerkin' off to one of my
pornos again?"
"And what if I am?!" he replied as we heard the TV shut off.
"Shit, Tim. He was." Joey said, peeking out through Nick's eyes.
"Come on, Nick. Put your little buddy away and let us in. Or do you want Lenny
to find out you like watching 'After School Watersports'."
"Shit," Nick said, opening the door.
After we walked in and Nick closed the door, Joey and I both couldn't help but
glance down at the raging hard on which was struggling to get back out of his
boxer shorts.
"Well? What do you want? I'm trying to get some sleep."
"We're here to test you," Joey said, then giving me a shrug when I looked at him
in surprise.
"Test me?" Nick said doubtfully.
"Never mind what Joe said, Nick. I forgot to tell him that the rat comes when
its called," I said for Joey's benefit.
"Oh yeah? Mind telling me what its name is?" Joey said amused.
"It doesn't have a name. Does it Nick. It just knows when it is supposed to
come out."
"What are talking about? Come on, guys. I really have to get some sleep. It's
not my fault you two quit."
"You still don't get it, do you Nick," I said, walking around him, inspecting
him like a piece of meat. "Perhaps Mike was wrong about you."
"Mike? Wrong about what?"
"Oh, just that he thought Richardson wanted someone like you. Aren't you
supposed to meet him this weekend or something?"
"Richardson? How do you know him?" Nick said, finding the name vaguely
familiar.
"Let's just say we were present in a very important discussion about whether
Richardson would get to try any of the new initiates before the initiation."
"Yeah," Joey said, seeing what I was trying to do. "Was that before or after
Janice gave you that blow job?"
"I don't remember. I think it was before. Maybe Mike remembers. Oh yeah.
Mike said that you can work out in the nude if you want, but you still can't
have any sex until we say. Got that?"
"Yes sir," Nick said immediately. "Does that mean I'm not going to have to
watch that video any more?"
"Which video?" I said confused.
"The one that teaches you how to give blow jobs. I'm supposed to study it every
night before I go to bed so I know what I'm doing when I give Master Richardson
a blow job."
"Oh that tape. I thought you were talking about the pornos that I gave you.
Who's in it? Anybody you know?"
"I don't know what you mean.." he said, suddenly frightened he had given himself
away.
"We made a new one last month, and I was wondering if they're using it yet," I
said, realizing he was starting to disbelieve me again.
"A new one? I don't think so. Alex said his trainer gave it to him for his
first time with Richardson, and wanted to give it to me because I was cute. Was
I supposed to get a different tape?"
"Got it Tim," Joey announced.
"Got what?" Nick said before he felt his mind's very center get torn out and
replaced.
"Got what?" Nick repeated ten minutes later, not recalling he had said it
before.
"The answer to all your problems," Joey mysteriously said.
"What does that mean?" Nick replied irritated.
"Nothing. Just take off your ear ring."
Nick gave a frustrated sigh as he slipped the clasp off and started pulling the
pin out of his ear.
Just as with Greg, Nick grinned when it was out of his ear and said, "Now I
understand."
"Told you it was the answer to all your problems," Joey said, trying not to give
in to the contagious grinning.
"Okay, Nick," I said, wiping off my own grin, "Tell us everything they didn't
want you to remember."
Nick's story was pretty much the same as Greg's except he had gone alone with
Mike and Alex to see the sleeping area, and after Nick's rat program was done,
Alex asked Mike if he could talk to Nick alone for a few minutes, which Mike
agreed to.
Alex told Nick that he would meet one of his masters next weekend, and that
Master Richardson was going to like Nick a lot. He offered Nick to help him
please his Master Richardson, and that's when he gave Nick the tape. After Nick
called Alex master while thanking him, Alex quickly corrected him.
"I'm not anyone's master, Nick. Master Richardson is my master just as much if
not more as he is yours. And if Mike wasn't a Eta, we'd be calling him Master
also. You should call any of the leading council 'Sir', and that includes me
and Mike. But you don't have to call me that when you and I are alone, okay?
I'm Wally's favorite, and because you remind me of me as a freshman, I want to
help you become Wally's new favorite before I graduate this Christmas. Just
like someone did for me."
Nick had agreed enthusiastically, his programming making any suggestion made by
a council member a top priority in his life. After Alex gave him instructions
concerning the tape and forgetting what had happened, they left to back to the
party.
That night as I cuddled up with my bottle of Jack Daniel's, I started thinking
about how we could use Greg, Nick, and other initiates to gather information and
maybe even help us get Sarah away from them if we could ever find her. I had
some fairly good ideas, but after a while, my brain sank into a drunken state of
depression. I laid there for some time remembering all the gross and perverted
things Joey and I had done together, and ended up imagining Nick doing those
things to some overweight out of shape middle aged man which is what I though
Richardson would be. I fell asleep very disturbed, seeing myself no better than
Steven for what I thought would happen to Nick.
Joey and I decided the next morning we had to keep our appearances up just in
case we found a way to get in the fraternity. So even though I had a hangover,
I went to classes that morning in order to hopefully get my grades back up.
Having lost the fear of our telepathic activity being detected while in the
dorms, Joey and I took as many shortcuts as we could in catching up our course
work. We even went as far as having a few people copy other peoples homework
for us, and had two guys down the hall that were in our English Comp class write
our already late three page papers for us.
We had a good reason for all of this dishonesty. Joey and I were very busy
Thursday and Friday flushing out more mental rats to convert, and simply
couldn't do that, go to class, and catch up on our school work at the same time.
Joey and I got pretty good at catching those slippery rodents, but we almost
screwed up really bad with the first guy Greg and Nick brought with them to our
room.
The first screw up was the fact that even though Nick and Greg had complied with
our orders while under the Eta's rat had control, they and Olsen all left saying
they had to go right after they got there. We saw the problem immediately. The
only way for them to help us would be to ask them to remove their ear rings.
But instead of doing that in front of Olsen (which would have made him very
suspicious), we "arranged" to have Austin stay away from his and Greg's room,
and simply programmed Nick and Greg to get Olsen's rat to surface by talking
about secret Eta stuff, while Joey and I sat in our room next door grabbing and
replacing the rat with our own.
The second thing we screwed up with Olsen was after we finished, we knocked on
their door and asked them to take off their ear rings. While all three of them
did so, Olsen's face showed shock instead of a grin.
Apparently, Olsen had gotten his ear pierced when he was still in high school,
but had gone and had another hole made so he could wear both his expensive stud
and the one that the Etas supplied. So when we had asked them to remove their
ear rings, Olsen complied, but removed the wrong one first and noticed the other
two had removed their Eta pins which he thought was impossible. Luckily Joey
responded immediately by asking him again, then we were relieved to see his grin
while holding out the Eta earring in his hand.
By Friday night, Joey and I were exhausted from all the use of our telepathy. I
realized that telepathy was just like a muscle. For nearly two months, I had
refrained from using my telepathic abilities as much as possible. While it
hadn't lost any of its strength per say, I just couldn't use it as much without
feeling tired or strained.
That Saturday and Sunday seemed to last forever. Nick and another guy named
Conner spent the whole weekend with their "Master Richardson," and we both were
worried about what Nick was being put through. It wasn't just our concern for
our friend, mind you. There was a possibility that Richardson might discover my
small alteration of their rat's program that allowed my own rat to interrupt and
control theirs. If he did find it and then caught our rat, we could find
ourselves in deep shit.
That was the first weekend the twins came to visit us. Believe it or not, it
was actually pretty difficult to keep the twin's presence a secret with all the
Eta initiates around. We simply didn't want any of them to see the twins, even
if they had our rat in their head. The twins were our backup in case we were
discovered and attacked, and the element of surprise was their best defense and
would aid their offense significantly.
One of us spent a day back at the dorms bored out of their mind, trying not to
feel like rat bait. The other was with the twins at an apartment we were
renting just for their weekend visits. That lucky cat had a wonderful time in
between the half hourly checks through the share link, making sure the cheese
for the big rat was still uneaten. I elected myself to be the cheese on
Saturday, and Joey stupidly agreed.
You see, Joey slept with the twins Friday night, so that meant I got to sleep
with them Saturday night. What's the difference? Easy. Who can sleep when at
any moment your mind may come under attack? Nick didn't leave until early
Saturday morning, so I didn't have any major problems going to sleep Friday
night, but I think Joey only got about three hours Saturday night.
When Nick finally got back Sunday night around midnight, Joey gave him the trick
question, and to our relief he took his ear ring off. Because we wanted to have
a night together with the twins, Joey only checked our rat for tampering, then
left for the apartment when he found none.
Joey looked so tired when he came into the bedroom that I couldn't help myself
in expressing my affection for him, only to be shocked by his reaction.
"Come off it Tim. I want to do this with the twins, not you," he said, avoiding
my mouth in our embrace and struggling to get away.
I let him go and didn't move, disbelieving what had just happened. I suddenly
could sense the rat in Joey's own mind, a rat that I had created and had given
control over my Joey. I just stood there, feeling that black glob sticking to
Joey's soul like black super glue grow more undeniably present, more obvious to
my senses and mind, more evident of my betrayal and the evil thing I had done to
my best friend.
Honey put herself between us, blocking my sight of Joey hurriedly undressing to
get in bed with Joy. When I looked in her eyes, it was clear that they knew.
Just as I started to shake from realizing someone else knew my horrible secret,
Honey stopped it with a clear empathic message, "Its okay. We don't blame you."
There were no actual words to her message, for emotions don't use them. But
never had either of the twins ever transmitted a message of such clarity, or so
unquestionable as to its meaning. I nearly jumped from surprise when for a
moment I thought she had said it out loud.
I couldn't help but feel better knowing that at least they thought I had done
the right thing, even if I didn't in my heart. So when Honey teasingly
attempted to use her enslaving call on me, I grinned and said, "Yes, mistress.
I'm coming to fuck you now, mistress."
Something told me that the twins were going to try something that night, and I
was right. After Joey and I had both finished having our fun, they suddenly
released an incredibly powerful call for submission on the two of us.
Joey immediately fell under their control, and even though I also obeyed their
command to mount, I was struggling against their grasp on my being. I never
knew when Honey and I had switched positions, for it wasn't until I finally
reversed the direction of the empathic control that I found my arms leaving her
breasts above me that I realized I was now on bottom.
I was just barely holding Honey's empathic attack off when suddenly she cut all
resistance and submitted herself to my own control. And take control I did.
She was back on bottom the next moment, and as my lust for controlling her every
thought filled my already hard dick, my slow humps became faster and deeper.
When her hands rose up to my breasts, I began laying on the powerful surges of
lust, directing her to embrace the feel of my body pounding into her helpless
one, concentrating on her submission to me, having her lust for my control,
desire my command, to surrender to me, never question me, always love me, submit
to me, submit everything to me, SUBMIT!
My concentration was broken by Joey climbing on top of me, attaching his lips to
the side of my mouth as he attempted to push me on top of Honey. My confusion
was overcome by the feel of his cock against my back door, and while Joy
frantically tried frenching my mouth, everything was clear to me.
The twins never intended to reassert their controls into me. They wanted to
regain the trust they had lost by submitting themselves to my own empathic
controls. Honey's submission hadn't been just her own. The two girls were so
closely linked emphatically that everything I had done to Honey had also
affected Joy in the say way. Joy had already set Joey up to give me what she
thought I had wanted earlier, but for once the girls had misread me. I had
never truly wanted the physical sex with him. There had always been an honest
love within the sex that simply could not be forced by the twins or anyone. I
thought I had lost that love from Joey forever, and while Joey began making
untrue love to me, I believed that through and through.
I felt the grief within me build like an A-bomb explosion, but before I let it
overtake me, I shunted part of its blast through the empathic link with the
girls, knowing that its power would undo my empathic controls I had place within
them.
Leaving the comfort and safety of the apartment was a very stupid thing to do in
my state. But I left anyway to wander aimlessly around the sleeping campus,
then finally returned to the dorm sometime after three, and was promptly piss
ass drunk and unconscious by four.
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"Tim.. Wake up! You stupid drunk," I heard Joey's voice say from somewhere
over the horizon.
"Shit.. Tim! I can't do this without you, damn it!" Joey's frustrated voice
said.
No wake up. Nice and cozy in Dreamsville.
"Tim? Hey, buddy," Lenny's voice said from over the dark horizon. "Wakey
Wakey. Rise and Shine. Time to go to school."
Go away. Busy sleeping.
"Shit, Joe. He's really out cold. I don't like the looks of him either. Any
idea how much he drank?"
"No. Come on, Tim. Just wiggle something or something so I know you're still
in there."
No wiggles. No-no-no-no-no-no.
"Joe, I have to get ready for class if I'm going," Lenny's voice said softly.
"I'll skip if you want, but I only helped people who passed out in the aisle to
get back to their spot. They were only out for like a minute."
"You said you knew how to wake them up."
"Yeah, but they weren't out cold like Tim is. They usually stir when I slap
them. Tim didn't."
"He could have passed out laying there without knowing it, and just kept
drinking when he came out," a unfamiliar female voice said.
" Go ahead and go to class then. But thanks, Lenny. I guess I'll just have to
call him mom. It will break her heart to find out he got..."
"nnnnn" I said, struggling to get across the horizon to stop him.
"I knew you were in there somewhere. Come on, Tim. It's after noon time."
I didn't even try to respond then. I wasn't awake, yet I wasn't sleeping
either. Once Lenny said bye, I tried to ignore what was going on around me and
waited to go back to sleep the rest of the way.
I did, but not for long.
"...you heAR ME! GOD DAMNIT TIM! I'LL TIRED OF THIS DRINKING SHIT! IF YOU DON'T
WAKE UP RIGHT NOW, I'M REALLY GOING TO CALL YOUR FUCKING MOTHER!"
"ssssshhhhhh"
"DON'T SHUSH ME! I'M.."
"hhhiiiiittttt" I finished, throwing what I thought was a knockout punch at
Joey's loud mouth, but ended up just limply fanning the air in front of his
face.
"That's better. Come on," Joey said, trying to get me to sit up.
I was determined not to wake up, though. After Joey had me in a sitting
position and carefully let go to see if I was going to stay like that, I waited
just long enough for him to put his arms down before I laid right back onto
my...
"Excuse you.." the unknown female voice said when I found a body sitting down in
the way of my decent. "Are you sure this is the same Tim Brandton who single
handedly withstood the attack of eighteen fully capable Cabal members..."
"nawntin.." I managed to mumble out.
"What?" they both said.
"NAWNTEEN!" I said, then feeling my hangover make its presence known to my
groggy mind.
"What? And don't say it so loud this time."
"hrrrgh" I huffed in irritation. "nawnteen 'abel memers.. nah ayetheen"
"Are you sure?.. The report said eighteen."
"awh was there.... repor' waa-nt'," I said, struggling to get my eyes open so I
could see who the hell I was arguing with.
"I stand corrected, then. Nineteen Cabal members. I'll have to have Stanley
write Charles a memo to correct it."
My eyes finally snapped open at the mention of the Inquisitor's first name, but
I couldn't make any sense at what I was seeing until the Asian cocked her head,
making her face more upright to my view.
"You.." I simply said, recognizing the face of the girl from my first class in
chemistry.
"Sorry for not introducing myself last time, but I didn't know you were a Cabal
member until this morning. My name is Young Lee."
I frowned at sensing she had just spoken a mistruth, then closed my eyes again.
"Not Cabal," I said.
"I assure you I am a member," she said with a sense of confusion.
"You, yes. Me, no," I said.
"As you wish," she said patiently.
"Tim, she's gonna help us find Sarah," Joey said urgently.
"Price?" I said, knowing she would understand the question.
"We help her find out what they are up to," Joey responded first. "I trust
her."
"I don't," I said with a laugh, finding it amusing I could read someone so
easily without intending to.
"Huh? Why?" Joey said nervously.
"Yes Tim Brandton. Do you mistrust all strangers so easily?"
"Only if they lie to me when introducing themselves," I managed to say
coherently.
"My apologies. I forgot what happened in our first meeting. My birth name is
only known to me to protect my family who do not remember me. I trust you
understand."
She was telling the truth, yet I sensed she was still holding something back.
But since I wasn't in any mood to mess with it right then, I let it slide for
the time being.
"Okay. Better," I said, more for Joey's sake than hers.
"You want me to take some of the hangover for ya?" Joey asked, sitting down next
to me.
"No. My grave. I'll lay in it," I said before I struggled to sit up.
I held my head in my hands to keep my head from splitting in half like it was
trying to do, then when I realized Joey was speaking to me, I said, "What?"
"I said, are you sure. Young Lee and I both have a lot to tell you, and I'm
willing to take some of it on myself so you can think straight."
"No. I'll be okay, see?" I said, stupidly attempting to stand up.
They both grabbed my arms in time to prevent me from tasting the floor, then
while my senses were trying to remember which way was up, I suddenly felt the
hangover loosen its grip.
I opened my eyes, then looked over at Joey and said, "What did you do that for?"
"Fuck.. I make myself feel like shit for you, and you can't even say thanks,"
Joey moaned before getting up to grab the aspirin.
"Thanks!" I said angrily a few moments later when my mind finally kicked in.
"You're fucking Welcome!" Joey snarled back, before tossing the bottle to me.
"May I ask what you did?" Young Lee asked Joey.
"Long story. Tim, I swear, if I see you drinking another bottle of that shit,
I'll.."
"You'll what? Don't tell me what I can or can't do. You're not my fucken
master."
"Excuse me. I see I have come at a bad time. I will return tomorrow when you
two are more..." she said, then froze.
"What?" Joey and I both said.
"Someone is probing your friend next door. Prepare yourself. I believe they
are searching for you two."
Joey and I instantly raised our cloak personalities, and we quickly scrambled to
update their memories, starting with struggling for an explanation of Young
Lee's presence.
Young Lee was faster to react than we were, however. By the time we felt the
probe, we were all working on studying for the chemistry exam Joey and I both
had that Wednesday. The probe was directed at Joey, but then I was probed by a
second telepath the next moment.
Joey and I both carefully watched for any signs of tampering of our cover-selves
while they accessed memories of our cover-selves sexual history. Just before
the probes ended, we were commanded to go with Nick at seven tomorrow morning to
be picked up by a red minivan at the edge of campus.
"Okay, they're gone," Young Lee suddenly said.
"Who's gone?" Joey's cover-self said.
"Hey, I can never remember..." my own cover-self said. "Is SO3 sulfide or
sulfate"
"Duh. Sulfide" Joey's cover said.
"Sulfite," Young Lee corrected as she gently probed our cover-personalities.
"Duh.." My cover personality said as Joey started to turn red all over.
"Sulfite wasn't one of the choice..." Joey's cover-self said before Joey took
control back.
"Very ingenious," Young Lee said, continuing her gentle probes into our minds.
"I was completely fooled by your... cloak?"
I cleared my throat to remind her she was being rude with her unauthorized
scans, and then shelved the uneasy feeling I had about her intentions when she
stopped.
"How did you know they were going to scan us?" Joey asked.
"You have your gifts, I have mine," she said with the first smile I had seen her
give.
An idea struck me at that moment, so I said, "Young Lee, beyond the three of us,
can you sense anyone or anything else in the room?"
"Do you suspect there may be mice conspiring with your enemy?" she asked.
While I felt she meant it as a joke, I realized that actually was possible and
said so. I watched her eyes get a distant look for a moment, and could feel she
was concentrating on another sense through my empathic ability, but I couldn't
determine anything beyond that.
"There are no mice, or anything else which are prone to telepathic manipulation
in this room," she declared.
"So, what about... now?" I said, throwing up a shield which I thought would
prevent her senses from detecting me.
"I see what you are trying to do. I'm sorry, but I can still sense your mind.
You can not hide what you can not see."
"What does that supposed to mean?" I said.
"It means we can't shield ourselves from her detecting us if we don't know what
she uses to detect us with," Joey analyzed.
"Oh.. duh," I said, grinning at him.
"Heh. Yeah, duh.."
I wasn't grinning just because of my little joke. While the shield perhaps
didn't hide us from Young Lee's scans, the exact same kind of shield was hiding
the two coins hidden inside a small drawer built into the head post of the bunk
bed's frame. I felt confident that if she couldn't detect them, and I couldn't
detect them, nobody could. Boy, was I wrong.
We got down to business after that, with Young Lee explaining what she could do
to help us and what she would like in return. Basically, she was there on Cabal
business, but was only interested in finding out what these telepaths were doing
and what their intentions were for doing it. So far she had only found traces
of tampering in many of the faculty and staff, plus followed up on cases of
students missing a week or more of class and returning with a less than feasible
explanation. What was so suspicious was how the staff accepted their
explanations without question. Unfortunately, every one of those students had
simply lied about taking an unauthorized vacation, and after she was confirmed
that they really had, she concluded the staff just didn't really care.
While Young Lee admitted she did not have any information to supply us
immediately, she argued she was more experienced at handling investigations like
this and could advise us on critical decisions and the like. When that didn't
go down well at all with us, she pointed out she had the resources of the Cabal
to call upon if we needed information on a specific person.
So we told her what we knew so far, and after she left promising to get us
detailed information about Richardson, Mike, Janice, and try to find references
to Harrison, Joey and I both admitted we had gotten the raw end of the deal.
The information Joey had gotten from Nick was far more useful, and he waited
until Young Lee left to reveal any of it.
Richardson was not the middle aged man I had imagined to be. In fact, he was
only in his early twenties, and looked almost as young as Joey and I did. He
was extremely out of shape, the only exercise he appeared to get was the sex he
had. He looked more like a boy than any of his playthings.
Richardson was an oddity in that he was a romantic homosexual pervert. Romantic
in the sense that he enjoyed the sensual aspects of falling in love, working up
from little kisses and fondling to fucking like rabbits at the natural pace of
each individual. But because he didn't care whether the individual was
originally hetero or homosexual, and the fact he fancied young looking men and
quite frequently young teenage boys, he was a pervert.
When Nick awoke in his master's chamber just like Tammy, Ron, and Fred had, he
was completely dedicated in pleasing his master. But so were the other seven
guys there, including Alex and Conner.
Nick reported that Alex didn't act any differently than he usually did, and that
was important because Joey, Greg, Nick and I actually knew Alex pretty well. In
the month and a half of the four of us working out with Blake, Alex had probably
spent the most time getting to know us of any of the Etas besides Blake. Now we
understood why.
Connor, Nick, and a third guy name Toby actually didn't partake in the sexual
activities that weekend. They were told by Alex to watch and learn, and not to
masturbate unless told to.
What was interesting to find was Alex gave all the orders, and Alex was the only
one to have any kind of sexual contact with Robertson. Nick made the comment
that they acted like lovers, and that Alex was the dominant lover, not
Robertson.
After watching Alex and Robertson exchange loving kiss, the other four guys
broke up into two pairs and took turns kissing while the others watched. Nick
was happy to have lunch served next since he had woken up hungry, and Joey
pointed out that Robertson's location was most likely at one of the other
campuses since Nick had eaten breakfast before leaving.
Over the weekend, Nick had watched the three couples take turns progressing
through what Alex called the steps of intimacy. I was surprised to hear that a
good portion of the time was spent talking and watching television, but the
couples were never apart more than fifteen minutes if that.
Before they all climbed into the same big bed for the night, the couples had
progressed to giving each other blowjobs, but the three watchers did nothing
more than watch, having to go to sleep with blue balls and dreams filled with
somewhat disturbing images of gay love.
Alex awoke Nick in the middle of the night, and told him to quietly get off the
bed and go with him. After seeing his master was no longer in the bed with
them, Nick obediently obeyed, hoping Alex was taking him to give his master the
blowjob he had been studying.
Nick was pleased to find that his master was in the room which Alex had led him
to across the hall, but he appeared to be asleep on the king size bed. He was
surprised when Alex walked up to their master and gently shook his shoulder
while softly saying, "Lover, I'm back with Nick."
Joey explained that at that point, Nick started to get doe eyed on him.
"I can't figure out what the queer did to him. Nick acted like he was love sick
or something, telling me how soft and.. and beautiful Richardson's voice was.
Even when he's his regular self, he's happier than usual. He was talking to
Lenny about how pretty the clouds were when I got there."
After Nick had described Richardson's voice and "delicate" body to Joey, Joey
had to prompt him for what Richardson actually said.
Richardson opened his eyes, rolled onto his side and rested his head on his arm
and gave Nick a somewhat timid but sincere smile, then said, "Hello, Nick," in a
soft unthreatening voice. Actually, Nick described it as a soft, warm, heart
melting voice, but he was perceiving things different than they actually were.
Nick's hesitant response of, "Hello, Master Richardson," made Richardson's smile
vanish.
"Alex.." he whined. "Don't you remember the first time we met?"
"I'm sorry, baby.." Alex said with emotion. "I gave him the standard speech the
other day, and forgot to tell him. I've been so worried about finding someone
to replace me that's just right for you, I haven't been thinking about the
little sweet things we did in the beginning."
"I know.. Its always hard when my lover leaves me for his own life," Richardson
said, looking at the sheets in front of him.
"Then why do I have to leave you?" Alex said almost shedding tears. "I'll love
you forever if you just let me."
"Because I love you and want you to have your own life," he said looking up and
into his eyes. "Could you give me and Nick a few minutes alone? I promise I
won't touch him."
"Yes, master," Alex said with a hardness to his voice.
After Alex walked out and closed the door behind him, Richardson sighed, then
looked over at Nick.
"Nick, come closer, please?"
"Yes, ma-ma-master?"
"It's okay. I am you master, and you may call me that at any time. But I
prefer something more... personal. Pet names and such. Since Alex chose you
to replace him, I grant you permission to call me what ever you wish, and ask me
any question you have. I want you to be comfortable around me because we are
going to become very close, you and I. Does that make you happy?"
"Oh, yes, master. I'm so happy, I could die."
"That's what you say while you're a happy servant boy, but what do you really
feel, I wonder."
Nick said he left after that, which doesn't make much sense, but Joey couldn't
find any tampering of his memory. Alex was right outside the door waiting, and
after checking on his love, he took Nick in another room and tenderly gave Nick
a blow job before sending him back into the bedroom with the others to sleep.
He awoke the next morning to discover his master and Alex were back in the bed
with them 69ing. The entire morning was spent with each pair taking turns
trying different ways of sucking each other off. They took a good two hour
break after lunch before starting the first anal penetration, and that's when
Nick stopped enjoying the show. Because Nick had been ordered to watch the blow
job video and study it, his mind had accepted he would be doing that. But no
one had told him to enjoy anal sex, therefore he didn't have any problems with
his hardon after that.
After dinner was served, the Alex joined the other two pairs in a group fuck
which he naturally led. Richardson had Nick and the other two come over to him
to watch the action together, but Nick seemed unable to concentrate on anything
but feeling his master's eyes on him the whole time.
I phoned home before we went to get dinner, but only used that to form a
telepathic connection so I could explain what was going on with greater
accuracy. My dad immediately had the twins pack for a two week stay out there,
and promised to have the girls there before dawn.
Joey and I spent the rest of the evening trying to fill in as many holes in our
cloak personalities' memories as possible. And then for the first night since
before the party, Joey and I slept together in the same bunk, both of us needing
the security that the others body provided to finally go to sleep.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 16 - Richardson's Suite
(mm)
"I feel different. No. Everything else feels different. Where's Joey?" I
thought to myself, slowly waking up.
My eyes opened to find I was not in the dorm, but in a very fancy bedroom with
my clothes hanging over the back of a chair. The share link was active, and I
internally sighed with relief that my cloak personality was also active, and I
had just been in sync with it again.
"Joe?" I heard myself call out, my cover-self worried for his safety.
I examined my cover-self's mind and found it had been altered, but not
significantly. What puzzled me was how I had gotten there without having been
awakened at some point. And I couldn't recall Joey and I raising our cover
personalities before falling asleep, but then I didn't remember not doing it
either.
I pulsed the share link to see if Joey was awake, and immediately got a response
of "What happened?"
My cover-self decided to go look for Joey, but we didn't get any farther than
right outside the bedroom door before Joey and I found each other.
Our cover-selves were not the least bit scared to explore, and they didn't even
consider putting our clothes on before doing so. After finding two empty
bedrooms like the ones we had woken up in, we found the third had an occupant in
it.
"Good morning. I hope you didn't mind me hurrying things up by kidnapping you
from your dorm rooms. I promise you won't be hurt, and you'll be returned to
your rooms tonight."
"Why are we here?" my cover-self asked.
"A very good question, Tim. Why are you here?"
His question cause a bit of an alarm for both me and Joey, for he had said it
accusingly like.
"Uhm, are we going to..." my cover-self asked, frowning.
"Come in and join me on the bed," he sighed. "My name is Wally Richardson, and
I'm fascinated by your relationship. I would like to.. learn from you."
"Learn? Learn what?" Joey asked.
"Love, of course," Wally said with a charming smile. "The kind you two had in
the motel for weeks. I've never experienced it like that before."
"Er, I don't know.." Joey said.
"We don't really do that stuff any more," my cover self added.
"How badly do you want into the Etas?"
"Not that bad," Joey said.
"Wait a minute, Joe," my cover-self said. "What would we have to do?"
"On the weekends, you would be picked up and brought here to demonstrate how two
lovers work up to the kind of sex you two had. You wouldn't do it with anyone
else but each other. I'm very insistent about that. The only thing different
would be that there would be others watching, including your friend Nick."
"I don't know.." Joey's cover-self said.
"Every weekend? For how long?" my cover-self asked.
"That depends on how well the others take to it. I don't like forcing anyone
into anything like this, but I have always found that if others watch two lovers
share in their sexual pleasuring each other enough, they eventually will wish to
try it themselves. I'm not even sure if I want to do it myself. But I'm
willing to try and learn."
"Will we get some weekends off for other things?" my cover-self asked.
"Certainly. I'm very reasonable about my boy's having their own personal lives
to live also. But I may call upon you to also spend some of your other free
time with me, which includes this Thanksgiving break and the week after the end
of the semester."
"Thanksgiving week? And the week before Christmas?" my cover-self said.
"Shit, Tim," Joey's cover-personality said. "I haven't seen mom and dad since I
came here. You know how much they've been through. And I can't just tell them
I'm spending Thanksgiving having sex with my best friend. It would kill them."
"Oh, I forgot about your summer and your family problems. All right then. If
you agree to the week after the semester, I'll give you the Thanksgiving break.
How about that. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll never get into the Etas."
"Well Joe? I'll do it if you agree. You're the one that started us doing it
anyway."
"Yeah, I know. But this isn't the same. Before we wanted to do it, but if we
do this, we'll have to do it. I don't know if that's right."
"Would you be willing to just try it once to see how you feel?" Wally asked.
"I don't know.."
"How about this. Nick and Alex will be here in another hour. If you allow us
to watch, I'll see to it you get invited to all the Eta parties, and perhaps use
their weight rooms once or twice a week."
"Deal," my cover-self said.
"All right," Joey's reluctantly said.
"Thank you. Now that that is settled, I need to rest up. You may explore the
suite freely and entertain yourselves in the rest of the rooms."
We spent the hour in a TV room, watching Loony Tunes and generally goofing off
the time. At least that's what our cover-selves did. Joey and I were busy
arguing across the share link.
Joey was refusing to go through with it. In fact, he was about to risk
detection by altAlexg his cover-self to say no when I talked him out of it. The
more he argued though, the harder it became to envision myself making loveless
love like that.
Right before Nick and Alex showed up, Joey told me he was going to close himself
in and not experience it. And as the four of us went in Richardson's bedroom,
Joey did just that. I was on my own.
I don't know if it was out of habit or what, but our cover-selves pulled it off.
We had spent the afternoon building up to it, and we did as lovingly as that
kind of sex can appear.
Richardson was very pleased, and even though he and Alex didn't try it that
time, he was certain they would after enough repeat performances. This time
Joey's cover-self didn't say no, and we were in.
That Saturday afternoon, in what was the biggest crock of shit ceremony I could
imagine, Greg, Nick, Joey, and I all were publicly initiated as Gamma Alpha Eta
brothers. However, the real initiation didn't actually happen until that
evening when all the initiates were nude, pumping their weights hard with their
hard cocks standing straight up. One by one the initiates had their nipples
pierced with nothing more than a sterilized needle that caused each initiate to
cum and cum hard. The pain signals from the needle tearing the hole through
their nipple was translated into pleasure by the rat in their mind.
Joey and I managed to program our own true minds to also translate the pain into
pleasure after finding out what was going on. Because Richardson had been the
one to get us in and Nick was considered to be Alex's responsibility, Alex did
the three of us while Blake was only granted the privilege of piercing Greg's
nipple.
The weeks sped up for us after that. We had no time for anything but school
work in the early mornings, classes in the afternoons, and then had to spend
whatever free time we had working on this stupid charity project the fraternity
volunteered for. At least we figured out why the Etas could go without sex for
long periods. Every night our body's arousal grew with the physical exhaustion
of our workouts until it erupted in orgasm. Our cocks' eruption always signaled
it was time to quit, so whenever one of us came, that person simply cleaned up
his mess, then hit the showers and crawled into bed. It was actually very
satisfying, having physically worn yourself out while experiencing an extended
period of intense arousal. I always felt like I had spent the day fucking like
mad by the time I was pulling the sheets over my naked body.
Thanksgiving break was absolute heaven. The twins loved our daily schedule, and
even loved the way we always ended the night working out and cuming before their
very eyes. Sometime they even tried helping it out, but they got a big kick out
of watching it erupt all by itself, always watching it like it was fireworks
going off on the Fourth of July. I'm not exaggerating either.
Joey's mom and dad seemed very normal to us most of the time. They kept talking
about going home and starting their old lives back up, but it just wasn't time
for that kind of step yet. Three times while we were there, Joey's mom had
relapses to the pain lust Steven had originally inflicted on her. And Joey
never could shake the image of them going at it like a couple of wild animals at
the dinner table. While it had entertained Dad, my mom got pretty upset about
it, mostly because Joey had nearly ran out of the room in tears.
I was the only one who kept on eating without taking much notice. When my mom
yelled at me for being insensitive, I shrugged and said, "They just have to get
it out of their system. Better now than later like when they're over at Suzi's
house or something," then took another bite of mashed potatoes while table
continued to shake.
My mom. She was like pregnant, you know? I mean, unless you saw her nude body
enough, you couldn't tell there was anything there. Of course my dad, myself,
and even Joey all knew it very well, and I swear my dad told her she was bigger
ever single morning.
Still couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl. But man... There was definitely
something going on in there. Joey and I spent hours reviving our hobby of
drawing symbols, discovering a whole new wave of them coming from the developing
nervous system of my unborn sibling. Some of them were so complex, we couldn't
draw them, but others were very... well, beautiful is what we thought of them
as. But unless you had spent months drawing these things, you just can't
appreciate their beauty.
During the week after our break, we went and got "the treatment". Boy, talk
about a pain in the.. tit? After it became obvious there were no telepaths
around, I scanned the doctors mind to find out what the hell they were doing to
us.
Around the time a woman has a baby, their breasts produce a watery fluid called
colostrum which contains proteins and antibodies to protect the baby from
infection. Then after about three days, it is replaced by the milk we all knew
and loved at one time.
Antibodies = Antibiotics. We were being milked for our bodies natural defenses.
But we were males, right? Yeah, but we all have the equipment, even if ours are
immature. And since these antibodies are not actually produced by the breasts
themselves, they were simply using the mechanism which causes the increase
production of antibodies and collecting them in what they called a serum sac.
It was a little disturbing to find they actually go in and surgically install
some kind of artificial membrane that causes this sac to form. Then through the
pierced hole in our nipple, they inject a serum that causes the antibodies to
collect in the sac. Apparently it's extremely productive, and very profitable.
The antibodies could be harvested three hours after the serum injection, but the
body could only make so much, so only three milkings were done a day. And for a
male to produce the amount of antibodies without screwing around with hormones
meant for women, our bodies had to keep straining its physical limits to keep
producing extra amounts of antibodies. That's the real reason for the body
building.
The week following our treatments, Joey was getting very frustrated. It was
already finals week, and we had no more idea of Sarah's whereabouts than we did
before coming there. And while Joey wasn't shutting himself out for all the sex
on the weekends anymore, he did do it for the last part of it, and the concept
of spending a week doing that was really getting to him.
Then there was the fact that we had spent every weekend at Richardson's,
watching helplessly as Nick was lead down what we both felt was a path not of
his own choosing. If you forgot the fact that Wally had made Nick his loving
slave boy, you would say that it was romantic how he let Nick decide what he
would do, and when Alex would take over for him to do the rest. He was letting
Nick go at his own pace, but Nick wasn't doing it for himself. He was doing it
for the love which had been force upon him.
But the person I think it was hardest on was Alex. I can't imagine how
difficult it was for him to watch as his lover fell in love with the person he
was helping to make that happen with. More than once, Alex broke down into
tears the weekend before finals, and both Nick and Wally did everything they
could to comfort him, but it usually just made him cry all the harder.
I can't tell you how baaaaddd I wanted to spend a night with my old friend Jack.
I mean, I was already miserable. A little more misery later wouldn't hurt if I
could escape it all for a little while. Didn't happen though.
After our last final, Joey and I met Nick to be picked up to go to Robertson's.
To our surprise, instead of being picked up, Nick DROVE us there without us
getting knocked out.
Next shock: Joey got tired of listening to Nick talk about how he was looking
forward to spending the whole week with us and Wally. So he asked Nick to take
off his ear ring.
"Sorry, Joe. That doesn't work anymore. Wally took out all the stuff in my
head weeks ago."
When Joey and I lost the color in our faces, he said, "Relax, guys. I don't
think Wally knows anything about what you did. He never said anything to me
about it, and he tells me everything now. And besides. Why would he be letting
me drive you to him if he didn't trust you?"
"Nick," I said once I recovered my voice. "You don't understand what has
happened to you. You're not yourself."
"Look. If you can do the things Wally can do, then you can look in my head for
anything that shouldn't be there. If you can find them, that is."
"Shit, Tim. He has us there. It's hard enough too.. What are you smiling
about?"
"Nick, pull over. I know of only one way to check if your head is really clear
of his rats."
"Rats?"
"Just pull over and trust me, okay?"
He did, but he wasn't too happy about it.
"Nick, look at me," I said, capturing his eyes and opening an empathic
connection. "Now, think about your feelings for Wally and Alex. Just
concentrate on them."
"Okay.. This feels weird, in.. a... nice.... way.." he said, ending in a
whisper.
I dived deeper and deeper into the emotions he was spewing out. For what felt
like hours, I searched for any signs of dark blotches, or even specks, but the
only ones I found were purely harmless. Like the kind that kept him eager to
keep his body fit and blocked any discomfort from the milkings.
I finally gave up, and when I came out, Nick blinked, then smiled and said, "You
didn't find anything did you."
"Nothing I was looking for or would see reason to remove. How long did that
take, Joey?"
"Joey? Sounds like you two are getting kind of sweet on each other again," Nick
said with another smile as he started the car up.
"About an half an hour, Douglas," Joey said with a grin.
"Douglas? You mean Douglas and Joey are you real names? Shit. Who are you
two? Undercover cops or something?"
"No... He was joking, Nick. Look in the mirror. You'll see his smirk still on
his face."
Joey stuck his tongue out at Nick, then kept grinning.
"You're in a good mood all of a sudden," I said to Joey.
"I guess I feel better knowing that Nick is doing things the way he wants too."
"Yeah," Nick said. "I love him. I can't explain why, but I do. He's so..
vulnerable."
"Shit," Joey exclaimed.
"I know. He's not really. But he is to me. And to Alex. Oh Alex.." Nick said
with a sigh. "You know what happens on Wednesday?"
"No. What?" I asked.
"Alex forgets all about Wally. It's going to be so hard for him," Nick said,
not bothering to clarify who it would be so hard for.
A few hours later, we entered Central State's campus, and I suddenly knew what
had changed Joey's mood. If Wally really did trust us enough with his
location..
"Can I ask you guys a personal question?" Nick asked suddenly as he pulled into
a parking spot.
"Yeah," we both said.
"Were you nervous the first time... you know.."
"No, we don't know," I said, having felt Joey's confusion echoing my own.
"The first time you had someone fuck you," he said quickly.
"Oh.."
"Nervous.. No. Scared. Yes." Joey admitted.
"Really?" I said to him. "I guess I don't remember that. I just remember how
much it hurt."
"Yeah, and that's why I was scared. You probably had it the easiest. You went
first."
"You guys aren't making me feel any better about this," Nick said with wide
eyes.
"Nick, we can't tell you whether you should or should not do it. It has to be
your choice, and not anyone else's. Especially not Wally's, not that I think he
is putting all that great of pressure on you at once. But if he really does
love you, and you don't want him to do it, then he shouldn't. You know? That's
what real love is. Making do with what the other wants."
"Yeah.. Exactly.." Nick said, finding himself even more perplexed.
"Look, my friend. No matter what you think, Wally is manipulating you into
considering doing something you personally don't want to do. That's wrong.
Don't let him use you then toss you out after four years like he's doing with
Alex. You don't deserve to be used like that. You don't use people you love.
That is what Wally does. He uses people."
"But what about letting Alex live his own life?" Joey pointed out.
"Fine. But let Alex decide whether or not he wants to leave. I think Alex
desperately wants to stay. Wally's the one who making him leave. He's done
using him, so he throwing him out after Alex helps break in someone else he can
use."
"You make him sound so... Maybe he shouldn't be so trusting of you. Maybe he
should know about what you two did."
"Nick, ask yourself this. Do you want Alex to forget Wally?"
"No! Well, yes if he can't stay."
"Do you think Alex wants to go?"
"No.. All right. I can see what you mean, but... Shit. I hoped you would
made things clearer, but now everything's even more complicated," Nick sighed.
"Come on. We should have been here almost an hour ago."
Nick led us into a medical building, much like the one on our campus but bigger.
After getting on the elevator, Nick punched the door close button, then opened
the phone box and simply dialed a number in and hung up. Every light on the
panel lit up before the elevator began moving up.
Over the weekends, Richardson had only invited a few couples over to watch us in
our dirty sex. But there were nearly forty couples there by dinnertime, six of
which were younger than Joey and I, and another five which were male/female
pairs.
Seeing Conner and Toby french kissing madly in the corner disturbed Joey and I,
even after we found out that they had been closet cases. They had never
admitted it to anyone, especially to themselves until they had the chance to
come out at Wally's place. We couldn't help but wonder if they would have been
just as happy staying in the closet.
(We didn't understand what the closet was like, so we were simply not qualified
to judge something like this.)
I found myself respecting Wally, even though I felt he was doing some bad
things. But he never asked anything of us that we wouldn't do with the right
kind of coaxing, and as far as I knew, that's the way he worked it with the rest
of them too.
We were surprised to find we were not required to perform for anyone. In fact,
there were no requirements placed on anyone. Only those who wished to spend a
"lovers" day with Wally, Alex, and Nick where instructed on what to do, and then
it simply worked just like the weekends except accelerated slightly to fit
everything into a single day. I believe everyone spent at least one "lovers"
day, quite a few spending more than just one.
Joey and I spent the first two days watching TV, chatting with the others,
wistfully eyeing the heterosexual couples, and generally bored from the lack of
excitement. Every night except one we slept on the floor with only a single
cover and pillow to share, and since we weren't allowed out of the suite, Joey
and I felt trapped in toy box filled with the wrong kind of toys.
On the third morning I asked Joey if we could spend it in the "lovers" room, and
surprisingly Joey agreed without me having to talk him into it. I still gave
him my reasons, but I think he was just as worried about Nick as I was.
"Hi guys," Nick said meeting us at the door with a smile as the last group filed
out and we filed in. "You gonna join us for the day?"
"Yep. How's Alex and Wally doin'?" Joey asked.
"As well as can be expected, I guess. Alex and I cried last night after
everyone else was bedding down. I'm starting to think you were right, Tim.
Wally hasn't cried once, and I can't understand that. He's so loving with Alex,
and me too, but more so with Alex. But.. I better stop before I get gushy."
Then Nick paused before looking at Joey and asking," Are you guys gonna.. you
know.. Get dirty?"
"Uhm, I think I'll let that be up to Tim," Joey said looking at me.
"If you are, I need to know so I can leave enough time for it in the end. I
know Wally would like you to, but I haven't given him everything he wants, and
I'm not going to either. So it's up to you to do what you want."
"Good for you Nick," I said. "I just hope he doesn't force you."
"He won't. I know him enough to know he won't. Alex's getting pretty upset
with me about it, but he knows Wally would have a fit if he tried to force me
to. Oh. Don't be too surprised if Alex and I start something. We kissed the
other night after Wally went to sleep, and I'm going to see how Wally reacts to
it when we try it today in front of him."
We heard Alex calling Nick's name, but Nick replied, "I'm not ready yet. Let
them wait, Alex."
"Shit, Nick. You really have taken the reigns," Joey said.
"Yeah. That's another thing I love about all this. What I say goes. Or at
least it does when it comes to the boys. Speaking of which, I need an answer
about you doing the dirty stuff."
I turned to Joey and said "Joe?"
"I said I'd do it if you want to," Joey said with a frown.
"Well, you had your chance. Okay, Nick. We'll do it. I think we owe it to
Alex to give him one more chance. Uhm, Nick? One question. I imagine I'd find
out later, but... How far have you gone with Wally. Or Alex?"
"How far do you think I've gone?" Nick said mysteriously.
"Well, I know you kissed them both, but apart from getting a few blow jobs from
them, I haven't seen you do anything else. I didn't mean to get personal or
anything."
"That's okay, you didn't. I'm not going to say though. You're right. You'll
find out later today. I better go. Alex is giving me his frustrated look."
Even though the bed was huge, everyone besides Wally, Alex, and Nick claimed a
place on the floor. But as Joey and I were looking for a spot of our own, Wally
himself called us over and invited us on the bed with them.
"Thanks, but we don't want to intrude.." Joey began.
"Yeah. It wouldn't be fair to the rest," I said, looking around at the packed
room. "Shit. It almost looks like everyone is in here."
"Everyone is in here," Alex said. "Nick's been telling everyone about your
dirty sex without actually telling them what it was."
"Nick said you were going to do it, so you might as well share the bed with us
since they're all here to see you more than to see us," Wally said in his soft
gentle voice. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Shit. You can't tell me none of these guys never tried it," Joey said.
"I'll let you in on a little secret, boys," Wally said, grinning larger than I
ever saw him do before. "Practically everyone in this room has tried it, but
only because they felt they had to, not because they wanted to. Even Alex and I
have tried it a few times. But you two do it with such passion. With such a
great desire to pleasure the other that it makes you forget how disgusting it
is. That's what we are all here to see. We hope to learn how to love someone
so much that you lose yourself in pleasuring the other as much as the pleasure
the other gives you."
Joey and I were avoiding looking at their and each other's faces, but when I saw
Joey glance at me, I glanced back, and then after we both glanced again at the
same time, we glanced at Wally and nodded our heads. We stopped glancing then
too.
As far as we could tell, Wally didn't use his telepathy to scan the minds of
others. We had never felt him probe our minds, and apart from his clearing out
the commands others had given Alex and Nick, he simply didn't seem motivated to
bother with them. It fit his personality of letting other do things for him
while he just sat around and enjoyed the attention his docile nature demanded.
So we didn't see Wally as a threat to our cover, and that's why we hadn't
bothered raising our cloaked personalities while we were there.
But we did have our barriers up just in case of a surprise attack, and we had
brought our coins with us believing they would aid us if we started to get
overpowered. So even though we only had brought the clothes on our backs, Joey
and I had kept our jeans on since the coins were in our jeans pockets.
We showered every morning whenever one of the bedroom showers were free, so we
weren't stinking or anything. But living in the same pair of jeans for almost
three days straight does tend to make them just a bit raunchy themselves, and
since we would be spending most of the day without them, we accepted Alex's
offer to have them washed.
So as we were taking our jeans off alone outside the room, Joey and I were
busily trying to decide what to do with our coins. We definitely didn't want
them to go with our clothes, but we didn't have anything else on us except for
our...
"Watch" Joey signaled through the share link.
So I watched him. I watched him loosen the strap of his wristwatch, then
realized he didn't mean the verb watch, but the noun.
After we both had slipped our coins between our skin and the back of our
watches, we admired how well they were hidden before putting our clothes on the
table next to the elevator like we had been told.
Joey and I returned to the room to find Alex laying behind Wally, rubbing
Wally's upper back lovingly with a distant look in his eyes. You could tell
that he was remembering his own experiences of passionately exploring Wally's
mouth with his tongue like Nick was doing.
Nearly everyone in the room had already started doing the same, but as Joey and
I waded through the room to the bed, I became increasingly aware of how hard it
was going to be to do the same thing with Joey.
When we tried to kiss, it felt forced and we both sensed it. It was like trying
to kiss... I don't know. A mannequin maybe. It just didn't have that special
feel to it. There was no magic, no spark, no... Well, I was going to say no
love, but that really wasn't the problem. I guess you could say we were burnt
out. We were tired of all the kissing our cover-selves had done for us, and in
a way, we were just plain tired of the whole deal. We wanted to go home really
bad right then, but yet we both knew we were getting too close to stop.
So without having to tell the other one, we both just activated our "cloaking
device" and set the controls on automatic. We didn't even really care what went
on around us until suddenly I realized my coin was gone.
"Shit," I said after taking control back and breaking the embrace we were in.
"What's the matter?" Alex said from behind me.
"I lost something," I said, getting up on my hands and toes to look underneath
me.
"What?" Joey asked.
"My coin."
"Shit," Joey agreed, checking for his and finding it still there.
"Come on," I said, trying to roll him over. "See if its underneath you. It
probably slipped out while we were 69ing an hour ago."
"Nope," he said after getting up on his hands and toes and not seeing anything
under him.
"What are you looking for?" Wally said while Nick rolled away from him to face
us also.
"Just a coin," I said, hoping to down play its importance as much as possible.
"A coin? What kind of coin?" Nick said, feeling the bed around him with his
arms and hands.
"A good luck charm my dad gave me. It's red. It should be really easy to see
on these white sheets."
"Found it," Nick said holding it up for us to see.
"Nick, let me see that," Wally said sitting up.
I think my heart stopped while I watched Wally actually stretch out to take my
coin from Nick instead of waiting for Nick to bring it to him.
"You say it's a family heirloom?" Wally asked as he examined it closely.
"Yeah. My dad's dad gave it to him, and then my dad gave it to me when we met.
Why?"
"It's just like the one.. but it doesn't... Ah..."
I held my breath, knowing he must have seen it was shielding itself and he would
suspect I had been the one to make it do it.
But then he sighed and said, "Oh well. It must be a replica."
"A replica of what, lover?" Alex asked.
"I'd like to share a story with you all," Wally said loudly. "Could everyone
gather around?"
As people started to sit up and move towards the bed, Alex suddenly shouted,
"Someone kick McKinley's ass and tell him to knock it off!"
After the two guys who had gotten lost in their passion had been playfully
kicked by seven or eight other guys, Wally held up my coin and began.
"I was five years old when I first saw a coin like this. It was shown to me by
an old man who needed to find another like him to pass it on to before he died.
His name was Amos Robertson.
"I didn't have a last name, you see. I was just Wally, the orphan, the boy who
didn't know who or what he was other than he was lonely. Amos came to my
orphanage and after the staff had all the boys line up outside, Amos went down
the line having each boy hold his coin and tell him what they felt. When it was
my turn, I took it, then I was startled when I thought it was alive. I
instantly dropped it, and before anyone could stop it, it rolled into the rain
sewer and we never saw it again.
"Amos was furious. I was crying as he yelled at me, so he didn't understand
what I was saying at first. When he realized I had felt something alive about
it, he smiled at me and told me it was okay, that he didn't need it any more.
"Amos took me home with him that day, and he gave me all the love a boy could
ask for. He helped me discover my special abilities, taught me everything he
knew, and I was six and a half when I made love to him after watching him make
love to hundreds of boys and men for over a year.
"He died less than six months later, and I still miss him. He's was my father,
my brother, and my lover, and I'll never stop loving him for that. I don't
remember the coin he had tested me with every well. But it was red and
transparent like this one. But this one has no life, and no love. So here is
your coin, Tim. Thank you for sharing it with me."
"Thank you," I said, looking at him in the eyes with compassion as I reached out
to take it from him.
When my finger tips touched the coin, a surge of emotion from Wally suddenly
triggered an empathic connection to form. We both froze as I struggled against
the violent storm of emotion pouring out of him, a strange mixture of
loneliness, compassion, and... patience.
The connection was violently broken by Joey slapping me in the face right before
activating his cloak personality and signaled over the share link urgently for
me to do too.
I just got it up before I felt Wally's probe scan it, then insert commands that
reduced our cover-selves to obedient slaves.
"Isaac! Phone!" Wally demanded.
"Yes, my lover!" one of the men on the floor said as he jumped to his feet and
ran out the door.
"What's going on, Wally? What did they do?" Nick asked concerned.
"I don't know, Nick," Wally said soothingly. "I'm just going to have them
checked out and make sure they can't harm us, all right? I promise your friends
won't be hurt."
"What do I do with his coin?" Alex said, holding it between his fingers,
examining it intensely.
"Phone, my lover," Isaac said presenting it.
"Isaac, since you're already up, go see if their clothes are back, and bring
them here if they are," Wally said, taking the phone from him.
As he dialed, Wally said to Alex, "I'm not a thief. After they put their
clothes on, give it back to him and.... Hello? This is Robertson. Patch me
through, Kristen. I don't care if they're busy. Do as I say."
He waited a moment, then said, "It's me. I just had a rather unusual experience
with one of my boys. I think you better take a look at two of them right away.
No, nothing like that. At least I don't think so. It was.. different, but
definitely worth you checking out. Oh, and please make sure Gina doesn't get a
hold of them. I don't wish to have to clean up their minds after her. You know
I hate doing that. Thank you.... I love you. Bye bye."
Wally sighed, then looked over at Alex who was giving him a questionable look.
"What? That was just the good doctor."
"I knew that. You were telling me what to do with the coin?"
"Oh," he said. "Have them get dressed and give it back to him. Then send them
down stairs to be picked up."
"Were are they going?" Nick said concerned.
"They're going to go see the Doc," Alex answered him with a grin that told me we
were not going to get a physical, but more like a mental.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 17 - A Symbol Is Mightier Than a Sword
(mc, mm, mf)
After we got dressed and I had my coin back in my pocket, we were taken
downstairs and led into another part of the building. An unfamiliar Gamma Alpha
Eta brother wearing only black bikini briefs met us, and we were handed over to
him just like that. Surprisingly he led us outside and across an open lot,
through a gap of a chain link fence, and then approached another building which
appeared to be a warehouse.
The leader didn't seem to mind the cold December air, but Joey's and my teeth
were chattering by the time the warehouse's door closed behind us. Shit, and we
were even fully clothed.
We warmed up fairly quickly however, climbing a long straight stairway that
ended on a platform where a big heavy wooden door creaked open as we approached.
Inside was a fantastic lobby type of room, the entire ceiling and far wall were
glass, with two more heavy wooden doors at each end of the room.
At a desk in the center sat a plain looking woman, chewing gum while her fingers
flew across the keyboard of a computer.
Without looking up, she said, "You can go right in. They're waiting for you."
We were led to the door to our left, which was opened for us by two more
unfamiliar Gamma Alpha Eta's in bikini briefs. Inside was a plush office which
apparently was controlled by two women.
One woman was sitting at a desk working on paperwork, clothed in a business suit
and didn't even look up when we entered and the Eta who lead us there left
without a word. The other woman was Fred's mistress from his memory my dad had
pieced together. She was nude, laying against the chest of one Eta, enjoying
another Eta's tongue licking out her cunt, while a third mindlessly fucked the
second's ass. Two other Etas were vigorously sucking each other on the floor
while the nude woman watched them intensely.
The nude woman spoke "Ew.. More fresh slaves. Come, come. Strip and show me
what you have.."
Our cover personalities quickly complied, and it was while we were stripping,
our first problem presented it self.
"Ronny, why don't you two ever fuck?"
The Eta of the left pulled the other's dick out of his mouth and said, "Because
he's not ready to take that kind of step, mistress. He might never be ready."
Joey and I knew that voice all too well, and we were both trying to see who
Ron's partner was out of the corner of our frozen eyes.
"I don't know why you just don't tell him to..." the nude woman began as she
looked over at our now nude bodies.
She was looking intensely at Joey's face when she said, "Sarah! Look at this
one. He looks a lot like Tommy."
I felt a huge surge from Joey through our link, and it took a moment to realize
why.
"Gina... I'm trying to get this done. Oh, and before I forget, Wally wants them
back just the way they are, so don't break them."
"But.. Look at him...." she whined.
I felt light scan, then Gina spoke again.
"Sarah, something isn't right with these two. They are too... easy to read."
I felt another more intense scan, different feeling than before. The pure power
of is made me worry it might have been enough to see through our cloak.
Sarah sighed, then put down her pen and looked directly at me. She got up and
walked over, never taking her eyes off my face. I didn't feel any scanning, but
I believed she was, if only with her eyes.
"His cheekbones are not fully developed... but his muscles certainly are..."
Sarah said.
"I tell you they don't feel right. I can read them too easy. I can never read
people this well. They're just too... easy."
"This other one... he does look familiar... Especially the eyes, but they
don't look anything like Tommy's," Sarah said looking at Joey's face intensely.
I could tell she was thoroughly scanning Joey's mind. I prayed she wouldn't
find...
"Gina... You're right. Something is strange about this one... It's almost like
there is someone else inside him... But I can't seem.... <sigh> Let me try the
other one again.."
I felt another intense scan begin. I disconnected every sense I had and
withdrew to the very core of my being. Then after a few minutes, I peeked out
my eyes, and found they appeared to be arguing.
"not for real?!" Gina finished saying.
"I mean their minds are just... I don't know.... a mask of some sort. Or
maybe some truly amateur's attempt in creating a whole new personality. I'm not
sure. But they both do not have a whole set of memories. Especially that one,"
Sarah said, pointing to Joey.
I felt the same light scanning as I had felt earlier, and concluded that Gina
was certainly the weakest telepath I had ever encountered. Sarah, on the other
hand, was obviously the more capable one, and more intelligent than the other
telepaths in their group.
I wasn't sure how powerful Sarah was. The intensity of her last scan obviously
was her limit, but that didn't mean Joey and I could overpower her. If we could
just get out of their domain without being discovered, I was sure we would be
able to figure out a plan to proceed.
I felt another pulse in Joey's link, then another. Sarah was concentrating on
him. She must have been getting closer to the real Joey.
Not knowing what else to do, I started to do a little probing of my own. Using
my empathic senses on Sarah, I monitored every thing I could. She was
concerned, mystified, even a little excited for the challenge. Then suddenly a
feeling of success.
"I think I've found something," she said.
Knowing the gig was up, the only way to protect us was to break our cover and
throw up our shields. I was about to do so when Joey pulsed "It's okay."
"Or maybe not. Damn. I thought I had run across a memory that was out of sync
with the rest."
My empathic connection told me she wasn't lying, but she was also holding
something back about what she might have discovered.
"Gina, I want to work on these two. Take your fuck toys with you and go back to
your office. I have a lot of work to do, and you're toys are very distracting.
And stop trying to talk Ron into fucking Jason. You know how I feel about
that."
"Fine, fine. Let me know when you figure our two mysteries out," Gina said,
being carried by the men out the door.
I internally let out a sigh of relief when Ron and Jason didn't get more than a
fleeting glance at us, and apparently hadn't recognized us from our increased
bulk.
The doors shut, and while Sarah walked around us, I was finding myself torn
between my loyalty to Suzi and her brother, and Joey and his sister. And I
couldn't help but think, "Shit. And I'm about to get a sibling of my own.."
Sarah asked a lot of questions, mostly about our pasts. It was strange hearing
our voices calling her mistress, especially after having believed she had been a
slave all that time.
Finally she sighed and walked over to the bed and laid down.
"Come here, boys. Help me get undressed and then we'll fuck a bit."
After we stripped her nude, Joey started sending, "I don't want to do this. I
can't have sex with Sarah. We have to do something."
"Joe, I still can't get rid of the feeling that I know you... Hmm. Tim, why
don't we fuck first. Yours seems the longest."
My empathic connection told me she was about to trick me somehow, so I tried to
prepare as much as I could. She began to tenderly kiss me, and I found myself
wishing I could return the affectionate kiss. But my cover personality was not
that good, and soon she grew weary of her efforts.
I was on bottom, which put her in the driver seat. She slowly mounted me,
making my cover personality moan with fake pleasure since it was part of the
slave package. In reality though, she was looser than a tube sock.
Somehow she managed to gather pleasure from it though, and while her orgasm
began to build, I found my own starting to also. As she began to shudder with
pleasure, I felt whatever she would try would be at the same time as her orgasm.
The moment we came, I figured it out and threw up my shield, just as she threw
out a probe stronger than I ever imagined possible.
The shield easily reflected it since it had been a probe designed to penetrate
the cloak, but now our cover was certainly blown.
I said, "Sorry about that mistress. But I wasn't about to let you know my
secrets. Come on, Joe. The gigs up."
"Who the FUCK are you," Sarah said as she blasted commands at me. She was
powerful all right, but my mother's and my new and improved shields held.
"Would you believed we came here to rescue you?" Joey said, grabbing her arms.
"YOU Two don't KNOW how much trouble you are in. I've just sent for my army of
guards..."
"Oh, and I suppose they all have bulging muscles and bulging dicks as well," I
sneered. "Sorry Sarah. But they won't do you much good. Joey, maybe we
should.."
"Joey!?! Oh my GOD! Joey?" Sarah said looking up at her brother. I could
tell by the look of concentration on her face that she was trying desperately to
scan through his barrier.
"Oh, Sarah.. I can't tell you how much I've missed you," Joey sobbed as he
wrapped his arms around her and hugged her chest tightly.
She was stunned by his sudden affection towards her, but I could tell that once
she had calmed Joey down and he had stopped crying, she was busy considering her
options.
"Joey, I have to know it is really you," she said carefully. "Lower your
barrier for your sissy so she can see."
"Joey, she's faking it. I felt her. She doesn't believe you."
"Shit, Sarah. What happened to you?" Joey said, tearing away from her.
Her answer was lost in the thunderous sound of the huge door being thrown open.
And, well, pretty much just like I had said, about a hundred bulging guys were
outside all trying to get in at once. It was very amusing to watch the domino
affect as they all toppled backwards from Joey's and my blanket sleep command.
"HRRRRRR!!" Sarah said as she began attacking Joey's shield.
"Hey!" I said, trying to get her to look in my eyes. "Sarah, there really isn't
any reason for us to fight. We came here thinking you were a slave, and we were
only trying to find out where you were. We didn't know you were Mistress Sarah.
We don't mean you any harm."
"Then why didn't you just drop the act and tell me who you were before I had to
make you?" she said angrily, making the mistake of glancing at me.
I connected the empathic connection as an unrestricted two way, and then
repeated my claim.
"I still don't believe you. You could be tricking me somehow..."
Joey finally exploded. "SARAH, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU FAKE YOUR DEATH!!!! WHY
DID YOU LEAVE ME?!" ending with another sob.
"You're not my brother, so stop pretending! My brother is dead!" Sarah said
with venom.
"Joey... Harrison must have played the same trick on her as they did with your
dad!"
"Fuck you. You're the one playing tricks.." Sarah hissed, temporarily giving up
on her mental attack and tried physically struggling to break Joey's hold on her
wrists.
"Well, Joey? What do you want to do? Her shield is pretty weak, so we probably
could force ourselves into her head. But what good would that do unless we
forced her to believe?"
"I... I don't know... I can't think right now... I thought I could handle it.
But now?.. Shit Tim. It was different when we thought of her as a slave..."
Just as I felt the return of the emotional instability Joey had after his
nightmares, I suddenly I felt a combined attack on my barrier. Gina and Sarah
were both attempting to take me down. And they were starting to succeed.
"Sarah, stop or I will have to use FORCE!" I said as I sent her a powerful pulse
through my empathic link with her.
But she didn't stop, and I found my shields starting to collapse.
"Sorry Joey..." I said as used my empathic powers as a weapon.
I opened myself up to feel the powerful fear and anguish which Joey was pouring
into my empathic senses and braced myself as I shared it with Sarah.
Sarah had always been a strong and emotionally stable woman because she had a
very fast and decisive head on her shoulders. She had always seen through the
problems of life before they could inflict the turmoil which Joey and I had both
had weathered through recently. So the moment Sarah felt her brother's
emotions, she was overwhelmed by them, halting her attack with a whimper.
I kept the link going as I searched out Gina, her pathetic barrier collapsing
almost instantly. Then just to make sure she wouldn't pull any fast ones, I
quickly created my own custom designed rat that would prevent her using her any
of her telepathic abilities against me again.
Joey was getting a grip on himself, so I helped both him and Sarah recover by
sending the safe and warm feelings I was finally allowing myself to feel.
After Joey signaled I could stop, Sarah regained some of her wits and said, "You
fucker. How do you do that! I can't believe I've fallen to a child.." Then,
"No... not Gina.." Sarah said, truly saddened.
"Sarah?" Joey said sitting down next to her on the bed. "Sissy? It really is
me.. Promise me something before I lower my shield for you?"
"What, fake."
"Promise if you find I am telling the truth, you won't harm Tim."
"Oh, I won't harm little Timmy Wimmy."
"SHit, Sarah. Look me in the eye. If I really am your brother, then you won't
hurt Tim. SAY IT!"
"If you really are Joey my brother... Fine I won't hurt Tim. But you don't
really expect.."
"Tim, was she telling the truth?"
"Yeah, Joey. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"To late now," Joey said, breaking the link with me and lowering his mental
barrier.
"Shit. He did lower his..... I can't believe...... This has to be a
trick.... Shit...." Sarah said.
"Heh. Hey Joey. With that mouth, she has to be your sister.."
Joey blushed, blushing all over. Then Sarah joined him in a body blush.
I started laughing and that just made them both blush again.
Sarah sighed and said, "If you really are my brother, then Dad and Mom?"
"Are alive and hopefully living back at home by now. We all thought you were
dead.... What happened to you?"
She gave a similar account of being shown the remains of their family car and
having to identify the bodies of all three.
"But I don't understand.." Joey said.
"Shit. Joey, link," I said, realizing we still had another telepath to deal
with. One that the combined power of Sarah, Gina (no gain there), Richardson,
and another couldn't over come.
Joey put up his barrier again after forming the share link with me, then started
hugging her again.
"Sarah," I said, finding her eyes looking up at me as she returned the hug. "If
we take you back to your dad and you look for yourself at his faked memory, will
you let us scan you for yours?"
"That won't be necessary," a male voice said at the door.
"Stanley!" Sarah said, shedding Joey's hug and running up to the middle aged man
to kiss him enthusiastically.
"Shit." Joey said.
"So she is a slave.." I said out loud with out thinking.
"I believe you owe me an apology for trying to take my wife from me," the dark-
haired, slightly over weight, chisel nosed man said.
Something about his tone said we were in deep shit. Nobody was that confident
without having something to back it up with.
But before I could share my observation with Joey, Joey said, "Fuck you. That's
my sister, let her go or we will make you eat shit for a living."
"Joey, I wish I had a coin for every time you said shit," I said before diving
for my pants.
I almost made it too. But before I could reach my pocket, I felt my shield get
hit by a thunderous blow. My head rang so hard I had to stop and hold it a
moment. Joey had taken my hint, and had dived for his pants also. But his were
a little farther away, and didn't even reach the half way point before he was
clutching his head.
I regained enough sense to lash out my empathic fear, causing the man to stagger
for a moment while I tried to get my coin. I had it in my hands when he hit me
with another one. My shield collapsed, and nearly knocked me out. But I had my
coin, and I was sure it would help me, and true enough, my head cleared quickly,
and I concentrated on pouring my fear on.
He was fighting my attack, holding his ground even though he wanted to flee. My
barrier was back up, but then I felt Joey's give.
I lashed out my own copy of his attack, but it didn't even phase him. I felt
Joey slip into unconsciousness, and while I was fighting the bastard, I realized
Sarah was enslaving her own brother. I cut my link with Joey, and managed to
grab his pants and grab the prize within.
I managed cancel the shields Joey had place around his after discovering mine
had already been removed, then I took a coin in each hand and felt their comfort
and strength start decreasing the pounding in my head.
"Boy, you've lost."
"Fuck you, dickwad."
"Your friend is now mine, and soon you will be calling me Master too."
"Yes, masturbater."
"Where are your army of slaves? You can't possibly be here by yourselves."
"Oh, they're around. Look, if you are so powerful, then why are you fucking
around asking questions?"
"Because I like torturing my slaves before making them enjoy it. Joey.. I wish
for you to show... Tim.. how much you love me."
"Ok, master." Joey said scrambling to his feet. He made it up as far as a foot
in front of the jerk before the man knocked Joey to the ground with a powerful
swing. Joey just got up with a bloody face and said, "Thanks master. You still
want me to hug you?"
"No. I'd rather you take that letter opener and stab yourself in the heart."
"Okay, master. Shit. I hope it doesn't make too much of a mess..."
"NO! You can't serious! Sarah, you can't let him kill your own brother."
"Sarah isn't listen to you, boy."
I watched in horror as Joey picked up the letter opener, looked at it, shrugged,
then stabbed himself in the heart with a terrible scream. I closed my eyes so I
didn't have to watch Joey fall to the ground, but heard his last few gasps
before his body's movements became still.
I kept my eyes closed, sinking down into myself, using the rage I was feeling to
push me deeper, grabbing onto every miniscule resource I could get, planning to
use it all in one huge punch to blow his incredible shield away.
When I couldn't go any deeper, I reached out to feel the people around me,
attempting to target my enemy. But they were strange feeling, not something I
had ever felt before. I couldn't even begin to decide what this meant, but I
knew that somehow I had to use this to my advantage.
I reached out with my mind and soul, and felt the room grow strangely quieter.
I stretched and stretched my mind, trying to grasp strange shapes within my
mind's reach. They were becoming more distinct, but I felt myself getting tired
and instinctively needing Joey's link.
Out of habit, I reached out to Joey to ask for the share link, and found...
Joey breathing and his heart beating.
It had been an illusion.
I felt my way around, searching for Joey using only the vague impressions of the
symbols I could feel. Then in a flash of light in my head, I suddenly could
see... Joey, and Sarah, and Harrison... and two more... the coins. Not their
bodies. Not their souls. But.. Sources of energy.. I didn't understand how I
was seeing these things with my mind, but I did know who and what they were.
As my mind focused on Joey, my brain really starting to throb. Joey was there,
unconscious, but not broken for Sarah had strangely not taken his mind. I
forced Joey to form a share link, and immediately felt the relief I craved. And
then with another flash in my head, I not only could see the sources of
energy... No.. Not even energy...
I could see the symbols!
They were everywhere! Hundreds of them in their heads, churning, spinning,
cycling... some following paths up and down their bodies.. others leaving the
concentrated mass of symbols that made up their minds and flying through the
air.
And there were a lot of them coming from Harrison, and they were all pointed in
my direction. They didn't go past me, yet my shield wasn't getting hit by them.
As I examined the swirling symbols which seemed to encircle my head, I noticed
that those symbols from Harrison weren't directed at my mind, but my senses.
I attempted probe Harrison's mind, and watched as symbols leapt from me and
traveled to where my telepathic senses were telling me he was. But my new
vision for some reason showed that they were way off course, flying towards
where there was nothing to probe.
Confusion. Then frustration as my probe came back with the empty feeling of a
shield in place. Was it a shield? Or was it really just empty space?
My body's senses broke my concentration by reaching me even at the depth of my
inner self. Fire. All around me. Burning me. Pain... Must leave..
I was just about to come back out to face my by body's danger when I recognized
one of the symbols which Harrison was showering me with. The symbol which had
given Joey a lot of trouble to get drawn out because no one wanted to be the
guinea pig. It was the symbol of pain.
It all fell into place. The man had no real controlling abilities apart from
his incredible illusionary power. No. I take that back. They were controlling
abilities all right. Not of the mind, but of the senses.
He even could manipulate the senses which telepaths use to lock onto another
person's mind. So once I figured out how to send commands to a spot my senses
told me no one was, I watched the symbols as I threw out probe after probe and
finally lined them up with Harrison's symbol source.
It was incredible. Harrison was probably the biggest illusionist and bluffer in
the world. Even his own barrier was an illusion. He had none. A single
command made it directly into his brain, and I won the battle and war with the
symbol, "friend."
When my mind's vision showed Harrison had stopped his illusions, I raised back
up to my senses and opened my eyes to find Joey still unconscious on the floor
were he had fallen trying to get to his pants.
"I... I can't do it.." the man said.
"Stan? What's wrong?" Sarah said worriedly, clinging to him like he was the
only thing keeping her upright.
"I'm sorry Tim... Please forgive me..." the Harrison said.
"Maybe.." I said, putting Joey's coin in his hand. "Sarah... Why didn't you
take Joey over? You might have won.."
"Stan, please... Why have you stopped?"
"Answer his question, wife."
"Stan.. <sigh> I couldn't. Not without Gina.."
"Gina? You mean..." I said, before doing a light probe of Sarah. Her barrier
was still up, but it wasn't nearly as powerful as before. "Huh.. Like brother,
like sister, I guess. Come on, Joey. Wake up," I said, nudging him with my
foot.
"Uhhhhg?" came from the floor.
"Stan?" Gina's voice came from outside the room.
"Quiet. Tim, I hope this little misunderstanding doesn't affect our... er..
friendship."
"Friendship?" Sarah said, totally confused. "You mean this.. child is your
friend?"
"Hey.. Watch who you call a child. I got more passion .. er, oh never mind.
Come Joey... Wake UP!" I said, rolling him over.
"Ouch!" Joey said. "Shhhhiiiiiitt, I feel like I.... Shit! Who won?"
"Who do you think? Now get your lazy ass up! I gotta go pee."
"Shhiiit."
"Yeah, that too."
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 18 - A Choice of Families
(no sex)
"But she's my sister! I can't let my sister stay a slave, even if she has been
let live her own life most of the time."
"I will not give her up!" Harrison said.
I had just returned from the really cool bathroom they had there, my smile from
having to step over the massive pileup of sleeping Etas fading fast.
"Where's Sarah?" I asked, noticing she wasn't in the room.
"She gone to get Tommy," Harrison said. "Your companion here is not seeing
things very clearly. She's my wife, the mother of my child, and I am not going
to give all that up!"
"Who said anything about giving it up," I said. "Look, all we want is for Sarah
to be her own master. I am not going to force her barrier down, but if she
would lower it so we could scan it, I probably could tell you whether she would
still... love you afterwards."
Harrison sat there undecided. It was one thing to trust me as a friend, but
this was too much for even friendship.
"Harrison, my friend, you know you're my friend by force. Don't you see if I
wanted to I could have made you give Sarah to us? You could have wound up
eating shit for a living if Joey had been the one to see through your illusion."
"Well, I don't think I.." Joey started.
"Shut up, Joey. Harrison, we won't release Gina's power until Sarah is freed.
The only hope you have is to free Sarah and hope she will still love you. You
haven't mistreated her, have you?"
"No.. Stan never mistrea.." Gina said.
"Shut up, Gina," Harrison and I both said.
"May I join the party?" a gentle voice said from the door.
"Wally?" Joey said.
"Richardson! What are you doing here!"
"Alex, please call your mistress Denise and tell her to come to the warehouse.
Tell her I said it's an emergency."
"Richardson..." Harrison said growing rather angry.
"I'm here to make sure everyone sits down and works this out peacefully,
Stanley. Just like we did when I was fourteen."
"Wally, if you had anything to do with this, you better come clean or I'll.."
"You'll do what? Play your tricks on me?" he said, smiling.
"Wally.." I said, sensing there being something more the situation.
"Not now Tim. Gina, what is the matter with you?"
"He," Gina said, pointing at me, "turned me off!"
"He did? Well, good for you, Tim. Now turn her back on before she starts
crying."
"Look, Wally. I like you. You're a pretty easy going guy. But I'm not willing
to trust you just yet. We've come too far to screw it all up now."
"I see. Gina, please get dressed, then if Tim hasn't turned you on by dinner,
I'll do it myself, all right?"
Gina gave me smug look, and even made a "Hmmmph" at me as she turned around and
left, her sexy ass catching my eye.
Joey had been getting dressed himself, so I started to pull my clothes on as I
said, "Look. Right now I don't care about anything except taking Sarah back
with us to see her parents. I want to go home, and so does Joey. Can't you at
least let her spend some time with her family this Christmas?"
"We are her family," Harrison said. "We have been for twelve years now."
"Only because you made her think we were all DEAD!" Joey spat.
"Who's dead?" a familiar woman said, stepping over bulky leg of an Eta to enter
the room. "And who made this mess out here?"
"Denise!" we heard Gina's voice cry from the lobby.
"Gina, what's the matter?" Denise said, stepping out of the doorway and out of
sight.
"Gina, get a hold of yourself, girl!" Harrison said, rolling his eyes up as we
heard Gina's blubbering.
"And he told me to shut up, too!" Gina cried out as they both came in the room.
"Oh, brother," I said, sitting down on the bed next to Joey.
"Stan, what's going on? Who are these... boys?" Denise said, eyeing us like
vermin.
"I'm Sarah's brother, and I've come to take her home. Any questions? Good.
Let's go, Tim," Joey said with a dark look on his face, getting up, grabbing my
hand, and pulling me towards the door.
"Uhm, excuse us for a momENT!" I said as Joey jerked me through the door.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said to him when I realized he was
seriously heading for the stairs. "You're really not just going to try and grab
her and run, are you?"
"Yes I am. This whole thing smells like a setup. Wally's playing us for
fools."
"Wally? I haven't felt anything... Wait a sec. Joey. Wait. Stop!"
"What!" he said, spinning around with frustration written all over his face.
"Wally is on our side. Or at least he's on Sarah's side. Yeah. That's what it
is. Shit. You were right. He was setting us up. Setting us up to.. to..
Damn. I almost have it. But I'm positive he's not trying to trap us or
anything. He want's Sarah to have you guys back in her life."
"Well, I'm not going to play his or anyone else's game anymore. I want my
sister and... that's that. Are you going to help me finish this or not?"
"That's a stupid question," I said.
"Well?"
"Yes, I'm going to help you finish this, but not by kidnapp..."
"Fine. Then I'll do it myself," Joey said, turning to leave.
I sighed, seeing he had his mind set and wasn't going to listen to reason. So I
figured if he was going to be unreasonable, I could be too.
"Well, I guess I'll just call my dad and have him send a limo out for me. I
can't wait to get back home and see Suzi again."
Joey froze and turned around, then after looking up at my serious face, he said,
"You're not really going home without me. You're just saying that to.."
"Joey, I'm tired of this shit," I said, passing him on the stairs. "I'm going
home. You don't need me anymore."
"I.." Joey said behind me, then didn't finish.
I kept walking down, waiting for him to stop me, call me back, anything, but it
never came. I did hesitate before pushing the exit door open to glance back up
at him, and he just stood there, right were I had left him, staring at me with a
stubborn dark look.
Going through that door was one of the hardest things I ever did. I didn't even
feel the cold as I made my way back across the field and entered the medical
building through its back door.
Okay, so I had no intention of leaving him there by himself. But even though
Joey knew me better than anyone else in the world, he couldn't be sure that I
wasn't seriously leaving. It was a power play, a gamble, or even a game of
poker. He had tried to call my bluff, but now I was calling his.
But when I spotted a pay phone that for all intents and purposes should have
been my destination, I wondered if he wouldn't win this hand after all. I
actually did hold all the winning cards, but would I make him give up everything
he has just because of his stubbornness? Do I do this to him? Can I? Would I?
Should I?
My hand was on the receiver.
My hand was picking it up.
I put it to my ear.
I dialed the operator.
My voice asked to make a collect call and gave the number.
Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to leave Joey to fend for
himself without anything to use?
It was ringing.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
The other end clicked and a moment later a familiar voice answered.
My traderous voice asked the servant to connect me to my dad.
"Tim! Alright!" Joey called, running up with a desperate face. "I'll do it
your way, okay? I need you."
"Hello? Tim? Is everything all right?"
"Yeah dad. Everything is fine. We found her, and we'll have her home by
Christmas. But let it be a surprise okay?" I said grinning at Joey's own grin.
"Oh, and could you have someone rush a couple of bottles of drink to Central
State in the helicopter? I think we'll want to celebrate.."
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"Is that..." Joey said, looking at the six year old blonde headed, brown eyed,
fair skinned boy hiding behind Sarah when we returned to the office.
"Tommy, this is your Uncle Joey. He's my lit.. my brother," she said.
Tommy just stood there, one hand holding his mother's hand while the other was
fingering his lip nervously.
"Hi, Tommy..." Joey said softly as he kneeled down. "You named him after dad?"
"And you. His full name is Thomas Joseph Harrison," she said, leading Tommy
over to Joey.
"Mommy?" Tommy said, tugging on her shirt to have her bend over.
Sarah, listened carefully as he whispered in her ear, then whispered something
back to him before straightening up with a smile.
"What did he say?" Joey asked.
"He said he had to go take a shit, but wants you to take him."
"Really?" Joey asked his nephew.
Tommy nodded, then as they left together, Tommy called over his shoulder, "Uncle
Wally? We're going to go take a shit. Do you want to come too?"
"Shit, Sarah!" Joey exclaimed. "What have you been teaching this kid? You used
to wash my mouth out with shit like that."
"I still will too if he poops in his pants," Sarah said.
"Tommy, how about I take you next time, okay?" Wally said.
"Okay," Tommy said, glancing at his mom before they went out of sight. But then
a few moments later, we heard him say, "I only need someone to go with me. You
don't need to wipe, though. Uncle Wally always wants to wipe, but he's gay and
likes wiping butts. That's what mommy says. Uncle Wally likes wiping little
boy butts. Do you like wi.."
I don't know who was more red. Wally or Sarah.
"Cute kid," I said.
"Sarah," Denise said, "What do you want to do with them?"
"Stan? What should we do with them?" Sarah asked with a hint of humility in her
voice.
"Shit, Sarah, I don't know."
"Stanley, go stand outside so Sarah can think. You know how she is around you,"
Denise said irritated.
"Oh, all right. But I'll won't give her up, you understand?" he said glancing
at me.
"Like I said. I'm not asking you to do that."
"Yes you are and.."
"STAN! GO!" Denise barked.
"If you weren't my sister.." Stanley said as he scrambled out of the room.
"Now," Denise said, "Sarah, what do you think we should do with them?"
Sarah sighed, then said, "I don't know.. Denise, tell me the truth. How can my
brother be alive when I... I saw his body?"
"I don't know," Denise lied.
"Bull shit," I said. "We uncovered the memory of you and your brother at the
police station. Joey's dad has been haunted by that experience ever since. He
hasn't been able to keep a job longer than three months ever since he saw the
look of fear on Sarah's corpse. You guys really fucked him up, you know that?"
I said angrily.
"Daddy lost his job?" Sarah said painfully.
"Sarah, don't listen to him honey. I don't know how, but they've tricked you
into believing that other boy is your brother," Denise said looking in her eyes.
"They've tricked me?" Sarah said somewhat dazedly.
"Denise Katharine Harrison, you will NOT deny her the TRUTH any longer," Wally
said powerfully.
"But Wally.." Denise said.
"You heard me."
"You agreed not to interfere!" Denise said, turning towards him angrily.
"I did not. I agreed that she was better off not having to go through the pain
of what you did after having come to terms with her family's loss. But it's
time for her to know the truth, and to let her choose between us and them if she
must."
"So you did know.." I confirmed.
"Yes, I knew. I knew the day I had you brought to my suite."
"What? You traitor! Why did you help them?" Denise asked enraged.
"I did not help nor hinder them. All I did was arrange for them to meet Sarah,
and took the proper precautions to make sure they didn't harm us. Not that they
would have to begin with."
"What do you mean, you took precautions?" I asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry, Tim. I didn't put any 'rats' in your head. I simply meant that I
and the four others in our group were standing by to stop you while you and
Harrison had your little squabble. I nearly intervened when you saw through his
illusions and started throwing out probes. But you didn't harm him, just as I
suspected you wouldn't, so here we are."
"Shit. No wonder I kept feeling how patient you were about everything."
"Will someone PLEASE tell me what all this means?" Sarah gasped out. "Wally,
please? Who's telling the truth?"
"Tell her Denise," Harrison said from the door way, holding his son in his arms.
"Tell her and set her free. I can't live with it hanging over my head anymore.
If I lose her... So be it."
"Stan, are you sure?" Denise asked her brother.
Harrison looked her in the eyes, then looked at his son's confused and innocent
face as the boy tried to understand why his mother was so upset. Stanley closed
his wet eyes as he nodded his head, then kissed his son on the cheek as his
tears traveled down his own.
Denise also had wet eyes as she turned to the anxious Sarah, then sat down next
to her on the padded bench and took Sarah's hands in hers.
"Sarah, before I do this, I just want you to know that we really do love you.
You've given us so much.. Taught us things we never would have learned.. Made
us think when we weren't.. We never expected that twelve year old girl who we
found in our mists would be anything more than a play mate for our little
sister..."
Sarah and Gina had met in a cafeteria on Sarah's campus. Because they were of
the same age, the two girls formed a close friendship, spending most of their
free time together since they were the only kids there.
Gina had a learning disability that Sarah simply hadn't noticed. Because of
Sarah's intellect being far beyond those of the other kids her age, Sarah had
learned early on how not to act with the peers her age, and quite frankly didn't
even suspect Gina had a learning disability until Gina outright told her.
What Sarah also didn't suspect was that Gina's older brother and sister had
discovered their telepathic abilities the year before Sarah met Gina, and were
at the college not to get a degree, but to pick out some prize pets.
When Stan and Denise had tired of what the campus had to offer, they found their
little sister distraught at the thought of leaving her best friend. So after
careful planning and practicing, they used their combined skills to make Sarah
think she was an orphan, and took her into their care thinking it would be best
for Gina to have a pet or playmate of her own. It wasn't until two years later
that Sarah became anything more than that.
When Wally ran across one of Denise's pets, he cautiously investigated the
traveling family of telepaths and slaves after having made the mistake of
blindly announcing his existence to other telepaths too many times in the past.
But unlike the others he had checked out and then avoided, they had something
which interested him. A girl his own age who had just recently discovered her
meager abilities.
Wally risked his own freedom when he commanded Gina to become interested in him.
Gina's powers were of no threat, but he wasn't sure about her siblings. But
after two or three months of spending time with the two girls, he suddenly
realized he was in love with the Gina's playmate slave.
Actually, Sarah wasn't really a slave. Even though Gina was trying out her
powers on many people, she never touched Sarah's mind, and wouldn't let her
brother use her as his own toy either. The three siblings were very close,
having gone through the tragedy together of losing their parents in a automobile
accident shortly before Denise's abilities surfaced. They had grown to depended
on each other so much in the past that they never tried to use their abilities
against their siblings.
So beyond the generic slave attitude towards Stanley, Sarah was pretty much was
herself around Gina, and actually was helping Gina to use her abilities better.
Wally found Sarah's intelligence and compassion incredibly attractive, and even
though Sarah was most certainly smarter than he was, he knew she could learn a
great deal from him too.
Wally had his first heterosexual sex with Sarah later that year. When Gina
found out, she was so furious she attacked Wally's mind without warning. Wally
easily held her off, then after undoing Sarah's enslavement to her, he asked
Sarah to go with him. Sarah said no, then accidentally linked with Gina for the
first time after she couldn't send Gina her thoughts like she usually could.
That changed everything for Sarah. Wally found the bond between Sarah and Gina
had grown so strong his own love for Sarah couldn't break it. So instead he
asked them to forgive him, and helped Sarah to expand her new found abilities
while trying to decide how to proceed.
Sarah was actually the one who made the decision of what to do next. Even
though she knew they had used their abilities on her, Sarah trusted Stan and
Denise even after Wally had removed most of their commands from her mind. You
see, while Stan and Denise didn't see her as anything more than Gina's playmate,
they both had comforted and shown her tenderness while Sarah went through the
same grief they had gone through with their own parents' deaths.
So after several arguments and even one small battle of their abilities, Wally
relented to try talking with Gina's siblings instead of a straight out take
over.
When they tried to explain to Denise what had happened, she panicked and began
attacking Wally's mind. Denise was nearly as powerful as Wally was, but Sarah
didn't know that and ended disabling Denise's abilities before Wally could.
The resulting battle with Harrison was the first and only time the siblings had
taken opposite sides. Denise knew how Stanley's abilities worked, but she had
never attempted to do much more than probe him before, so she was surprised as
the others to find his shield impenetrable.
Gina, Sarah, then Denise fell to his illusions, but Wally somehow saw through
Stan's thoroughly convincing illusions and managed to get Stanley to call it a
draw.
That was the beginning of their new found relationship which three years later
had resulted in Sarah giving birth to Stanley's son, something which brought
them both together and ended up in marriage.
While Wally had never given up his love for her, he was content with her own
happiness with Stan. Well, not content, for Sarah hadn't been purged of all her
servitude commands towards Stan, and that had always bothered him. But he knew
better than to remove them without the other's permission, and quite frankly
thought that Sarah, just to be obstinately stubborn about it, Sarah would insist
that he put them back if he had tried.
Sarah was very quiet once Denise had removed the last trace of the commands she
had put in Sarah's head all those years ago and ended her story. Joey was
sitting on the other side of her, waiting patiently for her to process it all
like he knew she was, hoping she would want to go home with him.
Sarah finally looked up at Stan, then at Tommy. After giving her son a weak
smile in comfort, she looked over at Wally, then Gina, gave me a momentary
glance before looking at Denise who had gone over to Sarah's desk to grab a
tissue for her eyes and nose.
Finally Sarah turned to Joey, then after her eyes filled up with tears, she
leaned forward and hugged him as she started to cry.
The room was getting pretty emotional, and my empathic senses were getting
pretty overwhelms from it all.
But Tommy came to the rescue, exclaiming, "Uncle Wally! I forgot to wipe!" then
jumped down from his dad's arms and hopped over the arms of Etas still asleep
outside.
That made Sarah and everyone else pull themselves back together, and once Sarah
stood up and straightened her clothes out, she said, "Well.. If I'm going to be
visiting my long lost parents this Christmas, I guess we better rap things up
around here before we go. Stan, you better arrange for your girls to make do
without you this Christmas. Let's see.. Wally, would you mind pulling a little
more of your weight around here and process the boys you're letting go yourself?
Oh, and YOU and YOU can start cleaning up the mess you made outside," she said,
pointing at me and Joey.
"Oh shit," Joey said.
"What?" Wally and I asked.
"It's only been two hours since we found her, and she's already telling me what
to do!"
Sarah gave him a kiss and said "Please, for your Sissy?"
Naturally, Joey and I were cleaning up the pile of their sleeping army of muscle
two minutes later.
Ahh.. Now that would have made a great Kodak moment... With Joey and I standing
in front of them with a "Well that takes care of those guys" look. Or maybe we
could of had a "Anyone else want some?" look. We had meant to ask Suzi later,
but it never came up.
But once the last Eta was on his feet and heading back for the stairs, I did
mention to Joey, "Next we go raid a slave pit, we have to remember to take our
cameras."
"Heh. No shit!"
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII: 11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 19 - Shit! It's A Connor Family Reunion!
(no sex)
"Shit I'm nervous. Are you sure I look okay? Do you think they will recognize
me?" Sarah said in the limo.
"Shit Sis. For the last time, yes! The only reason I didn't recognize you the
first time was because you had that suit on and had your hair pulled back.
Shit, you look just like I remember you. Only wiser."
"I still don't understand why you didn't tell them over the phone," I said,
watching Tommy carefully as he tried flipping my coin like I had been showing
him.
"What? And ruin the surprise? Shit, that wouldn't be any fun. Besides, they
wouldn't have believed me," Joey said.
"I wish Stan would have come with me.." Sarah said. "I want them to meet him."
"They will. But you know why he didn't come," Joey said.
"Oh shit... here we are.. Shit... Oh shit, there's daddy!.. I think I'm
gonna start crying.."
"Shit. You could at least wait until they see you too. Then we can all have a
good cry," Joey said sniffing and wiping his eye.
"I think we better just stay in the limo," I whispered to Tommy. "It will be...
dryer."
I couldn't help but smile when he nodded his head silently.
The limo came to a halt, and Joey's mom and dad were standing at the front door.
Joey had at least told them we were bringing someone very special over.
The driver opened the door, and Joey got out, followed by Sarah, then myself
with Tommy shyly bringing up the rear. I had to admit that the shock on their
faces was absolutely priceless.
Sarah ran up to them crying. Joey's mom and dad were still stunned, but started
to cry too just before Sarah reached them. Up until that point, Joey had been
smiling the biggest smile he ever had, but then it faded as he started tearing
up and rushed to join the crying hugging mess.
But Joey stopped half way, turned and ran back to me. He said in a happy teary
voice, "Thanks Tim," and threw his arms around me and have me a fast kiss.
Then Joey had Tommy hop on his back, and started to go join the others. When he
realized I wasn't following him, turned again and said, "Come buddy. You're
part of this family too, ya know."
"In that case... Shit. I need a tissue.. Shit. Shit."
As we were walking up to the blubbering group, I wondered what they were going
to tell their parents when they asked how all of this happened. Joey's parents
had ended up disbelieving everything concerning Joey, myself, and my parents
having telepathic abilities, so to attempt to tell them both their son and
daughter in fact had these powers would run the risk of them having another
relapse.
I scanned their parents minds, finding the questions already bubbling in their
heads, but the shock to find themselves as grandparents kind of distracted them
for while.
Once we all went inside and I went with Tommy as he explored the house, Sarah
and Joey had their parents sit down at the kitchen table, intending to answer
the questions they were already asking.
But none of them were thinking very straight at the time, and Sarah and Joey
were simply babbling without thinking. Sarah was trying to tell them the truth
while Joey was trying to cover some of it up. Their parents were getting
extremely confused, so once I was able to convince Tommy there would be
popsicles in the freezer waiting for him, I followed his trail of burning carpet
to the kitchen and called a time out.
"You two are not making any sense," I said to Joey and Sarah. "Start from the
beginning," then to Joey I said, "and tell them the whole story. They should
know, and it might be worse on them if they found out later."
"What is going on? How can she be alive? I identified..." Joey's dad said for
the hundredth time.
Both Joey and Sarah tried to tell them at the same time, so I just waited them
out. I thought this was funny enough to be a little fun, and an idea popped
into my head.
I used an empathic connection to both Joey and Sarah and shared with them how
funny they were acting. They finally shut up, both of them blushing from my
amusement.
I said, "How about a little slide show to explain. I'll run the slides, you two
can take turns telling the story, okay?"
"Shit, I'm getting tired of this," Joey's dad said. "Sarah, just tell me where
you have been for the last ten years."
"I've been at the University, daddy. I was a... Oh, I can't tell you this way.
Joey, you tell them about you and Tim. Then I can..."
"No way.. You tell them first. I didn't want to tell them. And you just leave
Tim out of.."
"Mom and Dad Conner," I began, "I'm telepathic, and Joey and Sarah are partially
telepathic. Sarah was made a slave by another telepath, and he tricked you into
thinking she was dead. There. See how easy that was?"
"A telepath?" Margaret said. "What's the matter with you Tim? Joking with..."
I said in their heads, "Uhm, Hi. Testing one two three... Please, don't freak
out. This will probably be a little hard to get used to, but it's no joke."
"Shit," the four Connors said.
"Well, I got to get going," I said getting up as everyone started talking at
once. "My mom hasn't seen me for almost a month, and I have a ton of homework
to do so..."
"SIT DOWN!" they all said.
"Shit," I said without thinking before I sat down on the floor right where I
stood.
They were all talking at once, but they appeared to be making headway. I just
sat and listened to the chaotic discussion. But as they got to the part
involving my early discoveries before Joey had figured out his, I objected.
Joey wasn't telling it very well because of all the things he was leaving out.
"Joey, let me tell them this part. Or more like show them," I said closing my
eyes.
"What is he going to do?" Sarah asked.
"I think he's gonna show us some memories..." Joey said.
I was concentrating on using some of Harrison's special effects, but was having
trouble getting it to work. So I just did what Joey had said, and began playing
back memories.
I left out the sex, but some of it was strongly implied. When I got to the part
where we had scanned his father's head and found the memory, I stopped and said
"next."
But Joey told me to continue, and Sarah agreed. They had never tried sharing
memories with others before.
"I can't. I really have to go. My mom has already.. er.. tickled me twice.
You might as well just finish up the old fashioned way."
I left them doing their "Shit, thanks Tim" thing and I got out of there as fast
as I could.
Okay, so I had lied about my mom. Joey and Sarah both knew I had seen her when
we had gotten to the North mansion. But it was only six days before Christmas,
and I wanted to go home.
Besides, my mom informed me that I had a little brother on the way. I wanted
all the family time I could get before having to share it with a little brat of
my own. Although from what I had seen, being the older sibling definitely had
its advantages.
I just prayed to God he wouldn't be a telepath...
Fat chance, huh?
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