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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip

Chapter III: 9th Grade - Winter 1986
Part 3 - The Horror of the Power
(mc, Mm, Mf, Mfm)


"Come to me slave," the huge man said.  "You're mine now."

I felt my legs obey the deep voice, finding myself trapped in a body I 
couldn't control.  It was kneeing before him with my head down in 
servitude, while my mind screamed at it's refusal to obey me.

"So, you found my pet, did you?  How did you... Ah, I see.  I missed 
something.  Well, at least my small mistake was not a foolish one.  Now 
I have a new slave who's powers I will add to my own.  I already own 
your body..  Now I shall take your mind and soul.."

If felt his mind attacking mine, feeling my mental shield start to 
buckle as his strength was far greater than mine.  As the last of my 
defense crumbled, I suddenly became aware that his commands had a shape 
to them.  They had almost a physical form.  My mind barely noticed as 
these objects entered my mind and joined with it.  I was lost in 
curiosity until he spoke.

"Slave, rise and worship your new master."

I looked up at the man and found I wanted to please him.  I knew he had 
changed me, but didn't care.  I felt as if I was a puppet without 
strings.  I was a willing puppet.

"Oh master.  Please, tell me what you wish me to do," I said.

"First, I wish you to make your two lovers my slaves as well."

"At once, Master,"  I gleefully said.  I couldn't believe I was going to 
do it.  I felt myself struggling against it, but the need to please him 
was too strong.

Suzi and Joey appeared before me, and I quickly enslaved them to my 
master.

"Master!"  They both said, as the rushed up to him.  They started 
kissing his chest, working their way down.  I simply stood there waiting 
to be told what my master wanted next.

I watched painfully as they both declared their everlasting love for 
him.  I was horrified as my master stood up and declared he was ready 
to take their souls.  He unsnapped the cloth covering his crotch, and 
his huge dick was now unveiled.

My master commanded Suzi to lay down.  He tore her shorts and panties 
off with a single movement of his hand.  Then I watched has he shoved 
his extremely large dick in Suzi's virgin vagina.  Suzi screamed in 
pain, but soon was whimpering in pleasure as her master's dick pounded 
her without compassion.

My conflicting feelings of love for my friends and the need to serve my 
master in every way was tearing me apart.  When my master released his 
seed inside Suzi, he got off her without any show of gratitude.  To him, 
she was a toy, an object to be used and discarded.

Suzi was gently crying, but not because she had been used so horribly.  
She was crying because her master was done using her.  I felt my heart 
breaking at the horribleness.

My master did stop there, however.  Joey was now cleaning his dick off 
with his tongue.  Then he licked his lips and worked his way to my 
master's ass.  I shuttered and became sick to my stomach as I imagined 
Joey eating my master's shit, but to my relief, my master stopped Joey's 
licking.

He commanded Joey to fuck Suzi.  Disappointedly he mounted her.  As I 
watched Joey go through the motions, my master kneeled down behind him, 
pressed his dick up against Joey's asshole, and violently shoved it into 
him.  Joey screamed in agony, while his master pumped his huge cock in 
and out.  The screams echoed in my head,  but I soon realized they had 
become screams of pleasure, and that Joey  was calling my name.

"Ahhhhggg,  Harder Tim.  Harder!"

I watched in amazement as the man I called my master started growing 
younger.  I couldn't believe it when my own face looked up and said, 
"Come, Tim.  This is your destiny."

I couldn't stop myself walking up to him, then I took my man sized dick 
and plunged it into my own form on top of Joey.  The horror, the 
wrongness, the incredible amount of pleasure filled me as I felt my body 
become the man who was my master.

I awoke screaming.

I was so terrified that I had even wet myself.  The most realistic dream 
I have ever had played out my greatest fear.  I was convinced it had not 
been a dream, but a vision of the inescapable future.  It was my destiny 
to become the most uncaring, evil person I ever could imagine, and 
destroy everything and everyone I loved just for the pleasure of it.

I was still screaming when my mother switched the light on.  She spent 
an hour calming me down, but despite her soothing words, I couldn't fall 
asleep the rest of the night.

The next day at school I was a wreck.  I couldn't tell Suzi or Joey what 
was wrong.  I wanted to tell them to run and hide from me, and never let 
me find them.  I couldn't get the images out of my head.

I finally broke down in my sixth hour class.  It was all suddenly too 
much for me. I just put my head down into my arms on the desk and 
started crying.  I went for about five minutes before someone noticed.  
When Mrs. Taut put her hand on my back and asked what was wrong, I 
looked up at her and accidentally looked in her eyes.  The brief contact 
with my horror and sorrow made her gasp.  She still didn't understand 
why I was crying, but she knew I was becoming so lost in grief I would 
be a danger to myself.  The thought hadn't formed in my own head, but 
she knew I would attempt suicide if I didn't get help.

She took me down to the nurses office, and was taking to both Principle 
Higgs and the nurse.  My mother had been called, and she was coming 
right over.  I didn't care.  I really didn't care what happened to me at 
that point.

Higgs tried to speak to me privately, but I wasn't listening to his 
words.  I just said, "you just don't understand," and didn't say 
anything more.

He went back through the door that connected the nurses office with the 
main office.  My ears picked out him saying Suzi's and Joey's names.   A 
minute later I heard someone speaking into the PA asking for them to 
come to the office.

I probably would have stopped them if I hadn't been so depressed.  I 
just sat there, sitting slumped on the nurse's couch, looking at a piece 
of dirt on the floor.  I wanted to just fade away into nothing.

I had hit rock bottom when Higgs brought Suzi and Joey into the nurses 
office.  I ignored their pleads to know what was wrong, my only response 
to them was the tears rolling off my checks.  I blocked every attempt 
Joey made to find out using his own small abilities.  Once Joey had 
stopped trying, Suzi ran out holding back her own tears.

I made the decision I had to end it all before I hurt anyone else.  
Without a word I sent Joey and Higgs out after Suzi, then quickly 
scanned the nurses mind for the fastest method of ending it all.  My 
mind was made up, and once the nurse unlocked the medicine cabinet, I 
made her leave too.  I closed the door to the office, walked up to the 
medicine cabinet, took the two bottles of pills that if taken together 
would cause me to go to sleep and never wake up.

When my mother finally arrived, I was already becoming drowsy.  As soon 
as she saw what I had done, she gently sat down beside me and said,

"Timmy, why?  Why are you doing this.  You haven't done anything to 
deserve dying for.."

All I said to her was, "I'm sorry."

"Tim.  You're not going to die.  I won't let you," she said in total 
calm.

I felt her attempting to make me throw up.  I started to feel sick in 
the stomach, so I began canceling her commands as she was sending them 
out.  Even though I was very drowsy, my mother was no match for me when
it came to my own body.

"Timmy, stop fighting me!"  she said with the first sign of concern.

I wanted to die.  I didn't care if no one else wanted me to.

She realized she wasn't going to get anywhere that way, and quickly 
analyzed her options.  I was finding it hard to keep myself alert, and 
barely was able to react in time when she attempted to change my mind by 
force.  She pounded me with the command "live!"

I started to slip into a dreamy state.  I kept brushing her endless 
stream of commands away like I was swatting a fly.  In fact, I started 
seeing them as flies, and I simply took my swatter and swatted them away.

As I drifted farther and farther from reality, the flies started becoming 
larger.  I found myself not swatting flies, but hitting baseballs with a 
bat.  The balls became bigger, and bat became heavier, and I started 
having trouble swinging my bat. Then the balls were not balls.  They 
were some strange looking letters out of no alphabet I recognized.  The 
symbol was always the same, and as I swung the bat one last time, I 
understood what the symbol was.  Just before the next symbol hit me 
square in my imaginary gut, I knew I wanted to live.  Not because my 
mother had succeeded, but because I had discovered something new.

I wasn't conscious when I threw up into the pan my mother held.  I had 
been fairly close to succeeding in my suicide.  Perhaps another two 
minutes would have made all the difference.

I was in the hospital for two days, one of which I slept entirely 
through.  When I awoke, I found the world seemingly just like it had 
been.  But I had found a reason to live.  I wanted to understand the 
symbols I saw in my two dreams.

I didn't start questioning my mother about the symbols until the ride 
home.  To my utter dismay, she didn't know what I was talking about.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

The school insisted I go see a shrink before returning to school, and as 
things turned out, I wound up helping Dr. Cain (the 39 year old woman my 
mother picked) more than she helped me.

At first it seemed like we were playing mind games.  I wasn't about to 
tell her about my dream, since she simply wouldn't believe why it was so 
disturbing.  But somehow she knew I was holding back the most important 
part, so she kept trying to get me to give it away.  Since I was 
watching her thoughts for the response she was trying to get, she was 
getting nowhere.

I found her thoughts to be very organized and overall a pleasant 
experience.  She really didn't try anything tricky. She just used her 
knowledge of how people should react to certain questions to guide her 
towards her patients trouble spots.  But with me, every answer I gave 
wasn't informative.

On my fifth session, she finally ran out of ideas.  So she sat in her 
chair and looked a me for several minutes.  Suddenly, I felt something 
brush my mind.

My startled expression didn't go unnoticed, because she asked, "What's 
the matter?"

"You just probed me," I said after a moment's hesitation.

"Excuse me?" she said with genuine confusion.

"You just tried to see what I was thinking.  Didn't you know you were 
doing it?"

"I'm still not sure I know what you're talking about," she said with 
some doubt.

"Why did you wait so long to do it?  Wouldn't it have been easier just 
to peek in my head the first day?"

"Tim, are you feeling okay?  You're not making sense."

"You really don't understand, do you.."

"No, I don't believe I do.  Does this have anything to do with what 
upset you?"

"No, not...  Well actually, I guess it does.  But not in the way you 
mean."

She waited for me to continue, but I wasn't sure which way to go.  

So I asked her, "A minute ago, when we were just looking at each other 
not saying anything, what were you thinking?"

"Hmm?  All right.  Let me think... At first I was considering having a 
private session with your mother, and then I was trying to imagine what 
was going on in your head.  Sometimes it helps me see something I missed 
and..."

"What if I said you might not have been imagining what was going on in 
my head."

"I don't really follow..."

"Yes you do.  I can see it on the tip of you mind."

Her eyes grew wide a moment, but then shook her head and said, "I'm 
sorry. I'm not falling for it."

"You think I'm trying to trick you?" I said surprised, and a little 
amused.

"It hasn't been the first time someone has tried that trick on me.  It 
never works.  I can always tell.."

I looked at her, and felt her mind attempt to probe me again.  I allowed 
it.

The look on her face made me grin, and for a moment I thought she was 
going to panic.  But she got a hold of herself.

"You're serious.  You really believe you can read minds."

"Believe?  Yes I believe it, because I can.  But you can to, a little."

She said in a shaky voice, "What do you mean?"

I sighed.  She was a very down to earth person.  She had no room in her 
mind for 'supernatural' powers and that sort.

"I'll try to explain, but you have to promise to, uhm, keep an open mind 
about this."

"I always do."

"Okay.  Lets like start with what I'm thinking right now.  Try to 
imagine what is going on in my head right now."

"Okay..  but I don't know what that will.."

I felt a faint probe, not really even full one.  She started to, but for 
some reason she stopped it.

"Why did you stop?"

"Stop what?  I'm trying to imagine what you are thinking."

"No, you started to peek, but then you stopped.  Hrrr.  You really don't 
have any control over it do you."

"Tim, I think we are letting this go to far.  Why don't we.."

I made eye contact right then and felt the familiarity pass between us.  
I tried to emphasize my truthful intentions in trying to help her.

When I broke away, she blinked at me and just said, "Extraordinary."

"What was?" I said grinning at her.

"I never have felt such a strong sense of contact like that.  How did 
you do that?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't really know how that works.  It's 
different that just popping in and out of heads."

"So, if you really can read minds, what am I thinking right now?"

"What?  The spotted elephant?  Or how you are starting to believe me, 
even if you don't want too."

She stared at me for a moment, then shook her head.  "I can't allow you 
to do this.  Some how you are planting suggestions and I am falling for 
it."

I sighed.  This was getting old.  I wanted to help her understand what 
she could do, but I was beginning to wonder if she would ever even 
except she could do it.

"Doctor, I am not going to force you to believe me.  You have tried to 
peek in my head using you own mind twice now, and started to a third 
time. I only know of two other people who can do that.  Me and my 
mother.

"If you really want to know what I have been going through, you would 
have to believe we can read other peoples minds, and more.  I mean, 
that's part of my problem.  So if you don't stop thinking about what 
your father said to you when you were.... uhm...  seven, I might as well 
go home."

She sat there blinking at me, then said softly, "What did my father say 
to me?"

"People create their own world in their mind to live in. They will do 
anything to convince others to live in it with them.  Don't let them 
convince you."

"I've always lived by those words.  That's why I became a 
psychologist...  But what world do you live in?"

"The same one you do, because I know you believe me."

"There is no other explanation for knowing what my father said to me.  
But I am not sure I can truly accept your explanation."

"Well, let me help you.  Try imagining what I'm thinking again."

"Okay, but I'm have trouble thinking myself," she said with a weak grin.

I watched her mind for a few minutes, but she just wasn't doing it. 
"Relax a little.  You must be trying too hard.  Here, let me give you a 
hint.."

I sent her a.. there is no other word for it.. a thought.  Or more 
precisely, a part of the thought process that would trigger her mental 
probe.  I watched her combine that with all sorts of combinations of 
thoughts, and finally, she got it right.

"You're thinking about my telephone on my desk, and something else... 
Oh.." She broke of her connection.

"What?"  I said a little confused.

"I couldn't get past your fear and pain.  You really are hurting 
inside."

"Yeah, and I don't think you could handle it yet.  I mean, you just now 
figured out how.  You can barely handle that."

"Maybe you're right.  But my job is to help you, not the other way 
around.  I would like to try.  It would be the least I could do."

"I just hope you don't have to go through what I have.  Look, let me 
think about it.  I'm not ready to share this with anyone yet, and you're 
not ready anyway.  I promise I won't jump off any cliffs.  As long as 
you don't quit your job and become a mindreader at the circus or 
something."

"I don't think there is much of a chance for that.  If I really can do 
this with anyone, I can help a lot of people.  And it would be so much 
faster.  Thank you Tim.  It is just starting to sink in how good this 
will be."

"Enjoy it while you can... Uhm, look.  It's not that I don't trust you 
or anything, but..."

"What is it Tim.  Of course you can trust me."

"Well, you see...  You would figure this out anyway so I might as well 
tell you...  We can do more than just read minds.  You can change them 
too."

"Change them?  You mean control them?  I can't see you turning people 
into zombies.."

"Not zombies.  Well, I guess you could if you wanted to, but that would 
stupid.  I mean, you can make people do or think what ever you want.  Oh 
shit."

"What?" she said surprised by my language.

"Man.  How could I be so stupid.  I've just showed you and told you 
everything that has screwed me up so bad. Shit."

"Tim, I don't understand.  What is so horrible?"

"You don't know how hard it is to resist making people into what you 
want.  But now...  Well, pretty soon you'll either be seeing a shrink 
yourself, or turning everyone you have the hots for into your slave," I 
said, starting to shake all over. "I'm sorry.  I can't put you through 
it..."

"I felt that! What did you do?!"

"You won't be able to control anyone.  It's for the best.  Believe me."

"Tim!  That was uncalled for!  You are treating me like a child, which I 
am not.  I had no intentions of controlling anyone and..."

"Doctor, I know you believe that now, but sooner or later you would have 
tried it, and then you would have found it easier to use it every time 
you did.  I shouldn't have shown you anything in the first place.  But 
_you _understand _I _had _to _do _it."

I saw my commands strike home in her mind, and saw her anger fade.

"You did something again, didn't you."

"Yes. I'm sorry.  You still can read minds you know."

"Yes, I suppose that is all I need.  Well Tim, I hate to say it, but our 
time is up for today.  Next week, how about I help you instead of the 
other way around?"

"Maybe," I said as I got up to leave.  "Only if we are both ready."

"Well I'll try," she said, with a grin. "See you next week, Doctor 
Brandton."


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