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A little over a year before I conceived the idea of "Tim, the Teenage MC", I
spent nearly three weeks writing about Plerto. Having just completed reading
Blackie's unfinished story _The Book_, I combined my fascination of the universe
Blackie created with another topic that had sparked my interest: The Roman
Empire.
The idea behind this story was the telling of how one boy grew up with the power
to control minds, obtaining greater understanding of his powers and becoming
more corrupt as time progressed. At some point he would destroy everything he
loved to obtain his ultimate goal of becoming a god, which he does. But because
he had no one to love and share it with, he begins to relearn the lessons of
life and becomes a man of fairness who worked for the common good.
I have no plans on finishing this story. Writing this piece was a learning
experience for writing Tim, and had taught me the most important lesson I could
learn.
The quickest way to kill a story is to make the character too powerful too
quickly. After realizing my mistake, I foolishly deleted a third of the story
intending to rewrite it, but I never did.
I'm taking Tim slowly through the learning process, adding some love and fun
which is plainly missing from this earlier attempt to write in _The Book_'s
universe. You may find similarities between "The Rise of a God" and "Tim, the
Teenage MC", but that may be because I wasn't planning on ever posting this
story when I was developing and started writing Tim. Or maybe it's just ... me.
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The Rise of a God
By Rass Senip
(circa October, 1995)
Plerto was born in the year 285 BC, in the small village of Thelus, 70 miles
west of Rome. His mother, a sixteen year old slave girl named Attana, barely
survived the birth, and was unable to bear children again. Her owner was a fair
man, and since he suspected the child was his, he had them cared for until her
strength returned. The child was gifted with intelligence, but often kept this
to himself. When he was six, their master married a wealthy landowner's
daughter, who immediately took a disliking to Attana, seeing her as a
distraction to her new husband. So, Attana and Plerto were sold to a distant
relative 20 miles closer to Rome.
Their new master, Eth Savler, was famous for buying young slaves, training them,
and then selling them at a large profit. He was known across the countryside
for his well-trained boy servants, generally sold at the beginning of puberty.
Not all of the slaves were male, but the boy servants were his specialty.
Savler's family had been in the slave trading business for many generations
before his grandfather started to specialize in young girls and boys. Granddad
Savler later sold his wife into slavery when she plotted to take his son away
with her when the boy was four. The boy, Savler's father, grew up in a sexually
rich and twisted environment. Constantly impregnating the female slaves,
Savler's father gained the reputation of selling his own children, and even
fathered a few of his grandchildren in his later years. When he was 40, his
favorite slave girl gave birth to twins -- a boy and a girl. Figuring he would
need someone to continue the business after him, he kept them and didn't sell
their mother until they were weaned.
Savler's father liked little girls, loved young teens (especially pregnant ones)
but never was turned on by any of the boys. He loved his son, and loved his
daughter in a sense, but women to him were property, and were meant to be used.
Amazingly, he saved his daughter's virginity for his son. When the twins
started puberty, he had them lose their virginity on each other, then personally
took both of their anal virginities afterwards. Savler's sister died at the age
of 15 giving birth to her father's second set of twins. The twin boys were slow
learners, caused by the complications at birth and perhaps the inbreeding. They
worked hard and were currently Savler's best trainers for girls, for they were
very active homosexuals.
The rest of his staff consisted of 22 slave trainers, most of whom were slaves
themselves, and 10 guards. Although they performed the actual training and
disciplining, Savler sometimes would break in a slave personally. Savler had
close to a hundred slaves, with only a sixth over the age of 13, and none over
17. So, to buy 22 year old Attana was uncommon, but not unheard of. His
relative gave him a good price with the agreement that the boy would get the
best training, and not be separated from his mother until he was at least 12.
Attana became a 'house slave', which meant she worked the kitchen, cleaned the
house, and frequently was a bed partner to Savler and guests. Plerto slept in
Attana's special room off of the kitchen and master bedroom. Attana slept with
him as much as she could, but Plerto mostly slept alone.
Savler had noticed Plerto's intelligence early on and had made standing orders
that no one was to abuse the boy, sexually or otherwise. Anyone who violated
this would be sold to the mines. Attana believed she was the reason for this,
but actually Savler was saving Plerto for himself. Most of the staff had
favorites who stayed in their cabins, sometimes as many as three or four at a
time. And at the completion of their training, Savler personally made sure none
of his slaves left without knowing how to please their next owner sexually.
He preferred boys 12 or 13 years old to any other age, and the idea of taking
Plerto's virginity made his cock swell. But in the mean time, he had Attana,
who was very skilled in the sex arts. He enjoyed a well-trained pussy and
mouth, and her ass was so tight he would pretend he was fucking Plerto, or would
remind him of the first time with the twins.
However, at the age of 10, Plerto had completed his training in almost half the
usual time. He had spent the last four years learning all the respectable
skills, one after another, and now Savler didn't know what to do with him.
A month after Plerto's training was complete, Savler finally decided to assign
him to the work party building his new residence.
Every four years Savler had a new residence built for him by the boys too old or
too dumb to become one of his elite boy servants. The combination of the hard
manual labor, the growth and increasing strength of puberty, good food, and
sufficient amounts of rest produced extremely strong lean young men. When these
boys reached the age of 17, they were generally sold to Savler's cousin who
specialized in the male bodyguard/escort/sex-slaves for women and men. Rarely a
boy who started on a building ever saw it completed.
Savler thought it was a nice coincidence that his new home would be finished
about the time Plerto turned 13. He would allow Plerto the honor to be the
first to get screwed in his new bedroom. And his new common room. And his new
.. well.. every room. And if Plerto turned out the way he hoped, he may not
have to search for a new trainer.
Savler always expanded his operation by adding a new trainer or two when a new
home was built. The new trainer would get half of the residence Savler moved
out of, and the other half was altered into slave quarters. And since every
building was larger than the last, he probably could fit three trainers and 30
slaves in this one. Originally he planned to give this one to his
nephews/brothers, but they had the last one. If he gave it to just Plerto, he
could use two-thirds for new slaves. He really didn't need two new trainers.
The next day, Plerto was given to the leader of the group, Thanis. Thanis was
sixteen and was well liked by everyone. Everyone but Kantas, the oldest boy who
was four months older than Thanis. Kantas was a mean bully, who loved to rape
the younger boys and threaten them with their lives if they complained. Kantas
was always attempting to make Thanis look bad, but never got any results.
Thanis was the best overseer Savler ever had for the building work party.
Thanis took orders only from Savler and Trenl, an ex-slave who designed the
buildings and guided the construction.
Trenl had helped build several large structures in Rome and had earned his
freedom using his gift in structure design. Trenl now built his own buildings
with a fairly large team of slaves. Savler paid Trenl for his services with
Trenl's pick of the boys once a year. Trenl generally came by once every week
to manage the building progress and check on Savler stock of boys. Once in a
while, Trenl would also purchase a few promising boys to add to his workforce,
but generally left them in Savler's care until they were seventeen.
Last year Trenl had picked Thanis, and immediately put him in charge of the work
party, displacing three older boys including Kantas. Normally, the oldest boy
oversaw the others, but Trenl believed Thanis had the same talent for structures
as Trenl. Since then, Trenl started to develop fatherly feelings for Thanis,
and was looking forward to teaching all he knew. But that would come later.
Being only ten, Plerto couldn't really do much at first. The hardest portion of
the work involved scavenging and transporting stone bricks and marble for the
building. Savler owned a stretch of land with a destroyed village and the ruins
of a temple. Plerto was told that the builders of the temple and village had
worshipped two false gods and had been destroyed by an army sent from Rome a
hundred years earlier. The reason given was the worshippers were raiding the
nearby settlements and taking the oldest children to increase their numbers.
Amazingly enough, the children fought against their intended rescuers, and
either died in battle or committed suicide when the priests were slain. Rome
decreed that no structure should ever be built on the site again, but the
present Roman government saw no harm is selling the land to Savler as long as no
temples were built there.
The village was the best source of stone bricks, while the temple contained most
of the marble. Unfortunately, most of the easily reached marble had already
been taken long ago, and since the Roman army collapsed all of the buildings,
the marble they needed was buried under the rubble.
After a couple of weeks of carrying bricks from within the ruined buildings down
the steep slope to the wagons, Plerto thought of an idea. During the lunch
break Plerto asked Thanis if he could speak to him. The respect in his voice
along with the way he phrased it made Thanis smile. Thanis told him he could,
but had to call him Thanis, not "Sire".
Plerto grinned back and then explained his idea. A lot of time was spent
carrying the bricks down, then having to climb back up the slope. Plerto asked
if he could build a cart small enough for one person to push and could carry
five or six loads of bricks at a time. He got the idea after he found a broken
chariot in the rubble. Plerto sketched his idea out in the dirt, and Thanis
reluctantly agreed.
Thanis allowed him to work on his own, but warned that if he wasted too much
time, Plerto would have to make the time up the hard way. When Kantas found out
the next day that Plerto wasn't doing the same work as everyone else, he planned
to mention it to Xatra, a trainer who loved telling Savler everything that was
going on. But before the group headed back for the night, Plerto was done.
Plerto came down to Thanis as everyone started to leave. He unhappily told
Thanis that the cart was done, but he couldn't move it with the 12 bricks in it.
They went up the slope and Thanis examined the cart. It had two wheels in the
front and two legs in the rear, all of which were attached to two long beams of
wood that stuck out the back as handles (similar to a 2 wheeled wheelbarrow).
Thanis noted to himself that the cart could hold at least 30 bricks, or maybe
some of the larger bricks they never bothered with.
With no effort at all, Thanis lifted the rear legs off the ground and walked
forward. He nearly yelped from surprise as it rolled over the rocky ground with
ease. The large wheels from the chariot made it easy to roll over the crumbled
stone and debris. He stopped and grinned at Plerto, then told him start piling
bricks on. They managed to get a total of 33 bricks on, but Thanis decided that
any more than 28 would be difficult to control going down the slope. So they
unloaded the 5 bricks and Plerto followed Thanis and the cart down the slope.
The group had already left and were out of sight, so they walked home telling
each other a little about themselves. When they reached home, Xatra was waiting
for them. But to Kantas dismay, Xatra was impressed with the boy's invention
and later showed Savler. That night Thanis took Plerto on a joy ride in the
cart and had him promise to tell him any other ideas Plerto got.
After three days, the boys found the cart so helpful that Thanis figured with
two more carts, the main wagons would be full by lunch time. So he asked Plerto
to build two more. Plerto said he could make another without a problem, but he
would need two more wheels to make a third.
By next day, Thanis had everyone keeping an eye out for another set of wheels as
they scavenged through the ruins. Plerto and two other boys finished the second
cart before lunch. The chariot from which Plerto planned to take the wheels had
to be unburied. When the lower part was uncovered, they found that the wheels
had broken off. But, instead of just taking the wheels, they reattached them,
stripped the unneeded parts off the body, and added legs. The chariot had been
a single seater (or stand-er). The new cart was lighter and stronger than the
first and carried the same load.
After lunch Thanis told the three boys to scout out the farther end of the
village where they never bothered to go. The temple was in the center of the
village, and the village was surrounded by a massively thick wall which even the
Roman army had been unable to knock down. So the wagons were always parked
below the only entrance to the wall, and the materials naturally were gathered
from the closest source. The far side was untouched, and very few had ever
bothered to explore it.
Plerto was of course the youngest of all the boys, but the other two boys had
just joined the work party that week and were only 13. So before they left,
Thanis asked for an older boy to go with them. Surprisingly, Kantas
volunteered.
When the four of them reached the Temple, Kantas told the boys that he and
Plerto would search to the right, and the other two would go left. He told them
to spread out and stay within calling distance. The two 13 year olds were glad
to get away from Kantas, for they had heard about his sexual interests. As the
two other boys wandered further out of hearing, Kantas called Plerto over to him
and said "You probably think your pretty smart, don't you?"
Plerto lowered his eyes and replied "no sire."
Kantas hesitated at the use of the formal title, but then said "Yah, you're
pretty smart all right. I might just know where you can get those wheels."
Then he pats his crotch and says, "but you have to do something for me."
"B-but, don't you want another cart?" Plerto nervously asked.
"I don't give a fuck about the carts, especially since I'm one of the heavy
movers and never use them. But my dick needs some attention and you've been
asking for it every since you and your whore mother came here. And since Trenl
bought me yesterday, I won't be sent to the mines. Oh, I'll get a wippen' if
you tell, but I promise you your mother will get twice the wippen' if you do."
Plerto met his eyes with hatred, but said nothing.
"So do we have a deal? You satisfy my cock with your mouth, and I'll show you
where you there are two chariots just like the last one."
"How do you know where they are? How do I know there are any at all?" Plerto
spat.
Kantas grabbed Plerto by the neck and lifted the boy like a twig up to his face.
Plerto tried to yell, but he could barely breathe in the muscular boy's grip.
"Watch what you say to me, or I might just take an apology out of your ass" he
growled. Then Kantas licked the left side of Plerto's face before tossing him
to the ground. Kantas grabbed Plerto by the back of the neck and pulled him
back to his feet. "This way!" Kantas ordered as he guided Plerto to the right by
the neck.
Plerto was now scared and a little dazed by the fall. He was having trouble
keeping his balance and suddenly tripped. Instead of keeping him from falling,
made him fall harder, throwing the little boy to the ground again. But Plerto
got revenge, in a way, when his head landed on a rock with a loud crack. Kantas
saw the boy's eyes roll when he hit, and stood there frozen for a moment as
Plerto laid there unmoving.
Finally, Kantas bent down and turned Plerto's head. The color in Kantas's face
vanished as blood ran down Plerto's hair and neck. Kantas panicked and turned to
run, but then thought of a better idea.
Originally, Kantas was going to fuck the boy after the blow job, then take him
to a special hole near the temple and trick him down it. Kantas had nearly
fallen down the hole when he was a newcomer to the work party years ago. He was
certain that no one else knew of it, and he recently climbed down using a rope,
checking it out. The hole was very deep and ended in a triangular room with one
doorway that had collapsed. The hole in the ceiling has the only way out, and
without the rope, he would have been trapped.
This wasn't much different, except he didn't get the chance to fuck him. He
knew that he wouldn't enjoy it now. It was the feeling of control and seeing
the fear in the boy that made him hard. At least it was going to be easier to
get the boy down the hole.
With a shrug, Kantas picked up the limp boy and dumped him down the hole. Before
he left to find the other two, he pulled his prick out and pissed down the hole,
washing the blood off the edge. When he finished he had a grin on his face, and
never noticed the two large splotches of blood on the side of his trousers.
<-discontinuity->
It was dark by the time Plerto awoke. His head hurt and he had trouble opening
his eyes. His right eye was stuck closed by something and his left eye wasn't
telling him anything useful. He attempted to move his left arm that was trapped
underneath his body, but almost blacked out from the pain in his head and the
needles and pins in his arm. His arm was free though, and with considerable
effort managed to roll on his back.
His left eye attempted to focus, but had trouble seeing through the blood his
tears had dissolved. Other than his head hurting, his right knee complaining
about how it had to break the fall of the rest of the body, and of course the
slowly departing feeling of the pins in his arm, Plerto decided he felt pretty
good. "Oops!! I haven't done that for a while" he thought when he discovered
he had wet himself. He wondered how it had gotten all the way up to his face
when his chest wasn't wet.
His right eye finally decided it wanted to peek, and started to water, trying to
dissolve the blood patch over its lid. His back started to mention how nice it
would be if the somewhat sharp object underneath it would politely vanish so it
wouldn't have to move. The object stubbornly stayed there, and Plerto decided
that it was a very rude thing for it to do. "After all," he thought groggily,
"here I am, laying here, staring up at the night's sky through a round hole that
looks like a mouth, especially with those two red eyes glowing down on me, and
someone whispering those funny little symbols at me.. Ow!" as his right eyelid
broke free. His right eye didn't believe his left when it said there was a pair
of red eyes glowing down on them, and convinced its lid to open before it was
really ready. As fear started to sink in, his right eye suggested closing, the
left eye second the motion, and Plerto's brain made it unanimous. Plerto passed
out with his back and knee screaming, "What about me!?!"
<-discontinuity->
Plerto woke as the sun hit his face. His head still hurt. His knee had given up
complaining, having simply swelled up with nothing else to do. "At least my
back has stopped complaining". He moved a little, causing his back to wake up
and start spitting rude comments at him. His eyes announced that they had
discussed the matter and both agreed that opening up with the sun glaring on
them was a utterly stupid idea, and he not bother to mention it for they were
not going to do it.
He risked moving an arm, and when it worked, even though a bit shakily at first,
he tried the other. It worked even better. "Good old arms," he thought. He
then tried his good leg, and found it willing, just not entirely convinced it
should. "That's all right, you just rest there next to your brother," he
thought to his left leg.
Something moved across the sun and his eyes agreed to peek if an arm was
standing by to block. When he opened his eyes, he had trouble seeing anything
apart from the glare of the sun through some puffy clouds. He slowly turned his
head to see what was around him, finding the pain in his head slowly receding as
he turned. He saw an altar and a wall behind it. The ground where he laid was
actually a fuzzy material, almost wool like. The sun came back out, and Plerto
decided to risk moving his body to get out of the sun. While his back cheered,
most of the rest of his body groaned, but they agreed that it would have to
happen sooner or later.
Slowly, Plerto tried to sit up, but was quickly vetoed by the pounding in his
head. After a few minutes, he tried rolling on his left side. Other than a few
jolts of pain from his right knee, he didn't have any trouble.
Now he was facing a new wall. He saw that the other wall joined this one past
his feet, and there were some vaguely familiar symbols written on the wall.
Looking around, he saw all of the walls had the symbols all over them. Then he
looked up. He froze with the memory of the glowing red eyes, then relaxed when
he saw that the "eyes" were two strange coin-like objects interlaced in more of
the symbols.
He studied the symbols on the wall in front of him and felt that he almost
understood them. He concentrated on the symbols, and he almost didn't hear the
cry from above.
Startled, he rolled back to see out the hole and found just blue sky. The sun
had moved.
Another cry. Plerto wasn't sure, but thought it sounded like his name. He
suddenly decided to scream for help, but the sound he made was a squeak at best,
and nearly caused him to take another nap.
Again someone called, seeming closer this time, and Plerto was sure it was his
name. His heart leapt when dirt fell down the hole and he almost didn't close
his eyes in time, for a figure had appeared above.
Plerto attempted a blood curdling scream that came out as another squeak, almost
a squawk, and caused the lights to dim.
Or was it because someone was coming down the hole? He couldn't look for all
the dirt falling on his face. He finally rolled back on his side so he could
breathe without eating dirt at the same time. It was lucky he had moved because
a moment later Thanis ungracefully landed on his butt beside him.
Plerto had never been so happy to see anyone (there's an original line). He
managed a small squeak and several whimpers and happily passed out when Thanis
gave him a hug.
<-discontinuity->
Plerto came to when his right knee insisted that he do so. He felt a pinching
feeling in his arm pits, and discovered he was being pulled up the hole by a
rope tied under his arms. His legs bumped into the slightly slanted wall again,
cause a wave of pain in his knee. The pain in his head screamed at his knee
something about shutting up or we'll leave you behind, and which quickly put
Plerto back into...
<-discontinuity->
Plerto slept for another day. Attana was at his side when he awoke. She yelled
out of the room that he was awake, and quickly asked how he felt.
He replied "Ie phfeeelll bether." And after blinking several times, he added,
"Wwhy tho ou hev thous thingths fwying awound uour ead?"
His mother looked worriedly at him for a moment, then put on a thin smile and
said "Don't worry, every thing will be all right. Thanis and Lord Savler both
will be here in a moment. They've been worried about you almost as much as I."
Plerto closed his eyes for a moment, and was startled when even with his eyes
closed, he could see the symbols dancing around his mother's head. Or in her
head. He opened them again and noticed the symbols were making swhooshing
sounds, almost like whispering.
A minute later, Savler stepped in and smiled when he saw Plerto's eyes open.
The symbols about his head were similar but the difference was plain. Plerto
then felt a little weak and closed his eyes for a moment.
When he opened them again, Savler was gone and his mother was talking to Thanis.
They didn't notice immediately, so Plerto just watched the symbols change. He
could sometimes pick out the whispering echoing of their voices, but there were
many other whispers among them, even though they all seemed to come from his
mother and his friend. Thanis's eyes picked up Plerto's, and softly said "Hey..
It's about time you woke up. You sleep much more and you'll have a hell of a
time making up all the work periods you've missed."
Plerto started to apologize, but stopped when he saw, as much from the symbols
as the grin on his face, that he was joking. Instead, Plerto asked, "What
happened to .." He stopped as the symbols around Thanis's head started to speed
up and change.
"Kantas is recovering from his.. well he didn't want to admit anything and we..
uhm, let me start over.
"Kantas came back about two hours after the four of you left and said you had
disappeared on him. He had the other two boys looking, and came back to tell
me. He said you were angry about having help, that you wanted to do it yourself
so no one else would get credit for your idea. I knew he was lying, but it
never occurred to me he would have done anything like this."
Again the symbols flew around his head in an angry swirl, then he continued, "I
thought that he tried to get you to do something you didn't want to do, and you
ran off. I gave you until the wagons were full, then sent everyone out to look
for you. I stayed close to the entrance in case you wanted to sneak around
Kantas. When everyone came back when it started to get dark, I really started
to worry. I knew you had to still be in there, but I...I was afraid, maybe, the
Gods of that temple had been... disturbed...
"I had to send everyone back, but I stayed. I wanted to look for you myself,
but I knew I shouldn't, and couldn't.
"Lord Savler found your blood on him and brought him with him at dawn. He
forced the truth from him and made him lead us to you. I slid down to you.
Thank Zeus for his mercy!"
"Kantas is being sent to the mines as soon as his wounds heal." Savler said
from the door. "I gave him a whipping he'll never forget."
Plerto stayed in bed for a week while his concussion slowly faded, along with
symbols around people's heads. His knee made him limp for a month afterwards,
but all in all he returned to good health. He swore every morning he could hear
the whispers, but they disappeared as soon as he was fully awake.
Thanis was like a brother to Plerto, but when Thanis turned seventeen, Trenl
took him to his estate to begin teaching him the trade. Thanis came with Trenl
on most of the trips to Salver's, and after a year, Trenl started sending Thanis
alone.
Salver's new building was finished eight months ahead of time, mostly due to the
work party coming back with the materials at lunch, then working the rest of the
day building. They were even able to transfer marble flooring on a special cart
that a 15 year old boy named Torga had built, using the first cart Plerto had
built as a model. Torga was one of the two boys who had helped Plerto uncover
the second chariot, and had helped Plerto find and fix their current five carts.
Not that they used them as much after Thanis told them about a slide he had
seen. The two boys built a large slide down the slope, with enough run to
prevent the bricks from launching off at the end.
Savler was beginning to have doubts about all these innovations they had made.
The boys were getting their work done faster, which was good, but he worried
that if things kept getting easier for them, the their strength might decrease.
Well, the actual building process was still strenuous and no one had found
easier ways to do it.
He was very pleased with the new "palace", as he called it. He never had had
marble floors and was excited about moving in next week. He was also looking
forward to making good on the promises he made with himself. Plerto was
extremely lean and strong, retaining enough of his boyish features and yet had a
physical maturity that was sexy.
Savler hadn't slept with Attana for a week. She just didn't turn him on
anymore, not that she didn't try.
Plerto was sleeping with his back to his mother. In his dreams, he was hearing
the whispers again. He kept hearing his mother's whisper, but with all the
other whispers, he never could hear enough to understand what she was saying.
Finally he exclaimed in his sleep, "I wish the other whispers would quiet down!"
Just like that, they did, and he now clearly heard, and saw, his mother's dream.
Attana was with Savler in bed cuddling. Attana was kissing his chest, then
looked into his eyes and said, "My lord, please forgive me, but I must tell
you..."
He looks fondly at her and replies, "Tell me what, my dear?"
She whispers to him "I... I love you"
He looks at her, sorting out his emotions. He finally replies "I love you too."
The dream then jumps to Attana serving Savler his breakfast. Another woman
comes in and starts taking over the cooking. Savler tells Attana she would no
longer be serving him. Attana goes to her knees in tears begging him to
reconsider.
Salver gently pulled her to her feet, and lifted her sobbing chin, smiling.
"You will not serve me any longer, for you will be my wife, that is if you will
have me."
She kissed him while the kitchen melted away. Then the dream melted away, and
Plerto felt himself waking up.
The first thing he realized was wrong was the wet sensation at his crotch. He
could feel something dripping onto his thigh. He moved his hand to wipe it, but
brushed someone's back just as someone brushed his. He opened his eyes and was
startled to see two images. One of the entrance to the room, and one of the
back of his head. He reached one of his four arms and turned the head he could
see. Suddenly he was staring at his mother and himself!
He recoiled his mind and instantly lost the connection on his mother. Her eyes
reclosed and was again asleep.
The rest of the night he couldn't sleep. All he could think about was the dream
and its result. He knew it was linked to the chamber in the temple, and had
decided to visit it that day.
After breakfast, he asked Salver permission for the trip taking Torga along. He
hinted that he wanted to surprise his lord with a gift for the palace. He
agreed, and Plerto received a feeling that Salver had a surprise for him as
well. Just not the nice kind.
Torga got the biggest surprise when he found out where they were going. Plerto
had never known where the chamber actually was, but Torga had recognized it
several times since the incident. Torga found it after an hour of searching,
and was a bit hesitant about lowering Plerto in.
"How do you know it is safe?? You always said the place spooked you, but never
said why."
"I had a dream this morning that reminded me about something down there that I
had forgot about. Please, just trust me, OK?"
With that, Plerto was down the hole in three minutes. As soon as he dropped
into the room, he heard the whispering again. But these whispers were
different. He looked up and saw the symbols coming from the two coin like eyes.
He then noticed that there was a blank spot where a symbol should have been on
the ceiling.
Suddenly he felt as if someone was behind him. Plerto spun around, finding only
the altar. And more whispers. They were coming from behind the altar!!
He walked around the stone base and found that the whispers were under the
altar. He attempted to move it, but he wasn't strong enough. He sat down on
the base of the altar, and thought. His eyes wandered to the symbols on the
wall and found vague meanings to them. Soon he felt as if his brain couldn't
help but read the symbols, and didn't stop until he had scanned them all. It
didn't make any sense to him consciously, but he felt as if a part of him had.
And he felt he needed to get to that third voice. Torga just then called down
saying it was almost lunch time and he was hungry.
Plerto replied "Not just yet. I need your help moving something, could you come
down?"
Torga nervously said "Me? I, uh, really don't want to."
Plerto impatiently said, "Oh Torga, just get down here!"
Seconds later Torga was falling from the ceiling. He hadn't even used the rope
to slow him down. Luckily, Torga had tied off the rope after Plerto went down
when Torga went to explore for more cart parts.
A little shaken but not hurt, Torga asked "What happened?"
"You're asking me? Why didn't you use the rope?" Plerto asked.
"I, I, I all of a sudden felt I had to come down as fast as I could, but I don't
want to be down here now.."
"O.K. Just help me move this and you can go back up, all right?"
"I don't think we should disturb anything. This place make me feel weird."
Plerto started pushing on the altar again, then looked up at Torga and said,
"Help me move this!"
As soon as he finished uttering the words, Plerto saw a strand of symbols fly
from him and mix with the symbols around Torga's head.
Torga then bent down and started to put everything he had into moving the altar.
Plerto was so surprised, he almost forgot to help push. The altar slid in an
arc, uncovering a small hole with a gold box within. As Torga caught his
breath, Plerto picked up the box and felt a wave of calmness go through him.
The whispering symbols were coming from inside the box. He opened it and found
the coin like the other two, and a paper manuscript with more symbols.
Torga had recovered by now and was getting very nervous about his own strange
actions. Plerto felt the discomfort, and said to him, "Everything is all right.
Just sit down and relax." As the symbols reached Torga, Plerto felt the wave of
relief pass through his friend.
After sitting down, Torga said, "This place isn't so bad after all. Even the
strange whispers are kind of nice."
Plerto was surprised at the last remark. He figured the more time anyone spends
down here, the stronger these powers would appear. Well he didn't want to have
any one else exposed until he figured it out. He glanced down a Torga and saw
him studying the symbols.
"Yep, time to go," Plerto thought to himself.
Just as a test, he tried to think a command to Torga.
Immediately Torga stood up and climbed the rope like an Olympian.
"This could be interesting" Plerto said to no one in particular. Putting the
coin back with the manuscript in the box, he tied the box to the end of the rope
and made sure it wouldn't give. He then leveraged himself against the wall and
recovered the hole with the altar. Without any effort, Plerto followed his
friend in the same manner.
On the way home, Plerto resisted using any more commands on Torga. As he stared
at the symbols flying around Torga's head, he started to understand some of
their meanings. He even saw the remains of his commands. The relax command was
still in effect.
When they were about to enter Salver's grounds, Torga asked Plerto about the
box. He kept hearing something coming out of it.
Plerto pause a moment, then said "If you promise not to tell anyone about
anything we did today, I'll tell you first thing in the morning, but I need to
think about it first. O.K?" He felt pretty good not using any commands on his
friend.
But Plerto could see that Torga wasn't comfortable with the arrangement. He
respected Plerto, but considered him an equal, not a superior. He felt a little
angry about the way Plerto was treating him.
Plerto was strongly tempted to use his new found skill, but he realized that the
power was so easy to misuse, and Torga was his best friend, ranking right below
Thanis and his mother.
He tried again. "Ever since I was trapped down there I had these weird feelings
and dreams. They never felt evil or anything. I promise I will explain, but
right now I just don't know!! I think the answers are in here," tapping the
box, "but there might be some danger. I don't know. I just don't want to risk
you too." At least that was the truth.
"All right, but if I can't sleep tonight, I'll be slipping in to make sure
you're not either." Torga said it with a grin, but Plerto saw he meant it.
"O.K. I'll find you as soon as I figure something out," Plerto stated.
With that, the boys split up to start their regular duties.
Later, Plerto found his mind wandering to everything that had happened. Luckily
his duties were all fairly physical, and his body seemed to do them
automatically. He finished his chores and checked to see if he was needed by
the work group, but most of the finishing touches simply had to be done by
whoever started working on them.
His mother told him Salver wanted Plerto to eat dinner with him. Plerto saw his
mother was concerned about something. Then he saw it as plain as if he had read
his mind and spoke it. She wasn't going be serving this dinner. Salver wanted
to speak to him privately.
At dinner, Salver dismissed the rest of the girls. Salver grinned at him and
said, "You know, you are the closest thing to a son I've ever had. I want you
to know that I plan for you to stay here and help me run things. I may even
leave the operation to you, since my brothers couldn't handle it."
Plerto was seeing something being withheld from him. When he didn't respond,
Salver's grin disappeared.
Plerto was starting to get a feeling that he hadn't felt since the day Kantas
attempted to control him.
Now Salver started getting upset with Plerto's staring. Finally Plerto spoke
"I'd be honored Sire, but what of my mother?"
Then the picture formed. Plerto instantly saw that he was the center of
Salver's desire, not his mother.
Salver grinned again. "That depends on you.. You see I made that order
protecting your virginity for myself, not your mother. Oh I admit, she is a
good bed partner, the best woman I ever had. But if you want her to stay, you
will have to... shall we say, take up her bed role. In a few years, with your
cooperation, I'll even set her free. But you have to stay, more or less
willingly, until I lose interest. Then you can choose to stay and continue as a
partner, or leave as a free man."
Plerto suddenly felt himself enter Salver's mind. The man was more or less
sincere, and the sexual energy in Salver's mind excited Plerto a bit. But he
knew he never wanted to do these things with the only man he could relate to as
a father. And his mother was in love with him. Plerto realize what he wanted
to do, but didn't know how to do control his powers enough yet. Everything he
had done had been more or less accidental. If only he had more time.
"Can I have a couple days to think about it?" Plerto asked, reinforced with a
mental command.
Salver had intended to refuse, but instead wholeheartedly agreed.
The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence. Plerto thanked his Lord for the
dinner and the opportunity, then left to find Torga.
He found Torga trying to help Wenta, a girl Torga's age, give five toddlers a
bath. Plerto saw immediately that Torga was hot for the girl, and Wenta, not
seriously interested, enjoyed stringing him along. Plerto's dick started to
rise with some of the thoughts Torga was having. Feeling a closeness for his
friend, he decided to let him in on the entire secret. But first, a little fun.
He sent a command for the toddler nearest to Wenta to splash her chest and get
it as wet as possible.
A moment latter, Wenta was screaming at the child while her entire front was
drenched.
Plerto scanned Wenta's mind to see what made her horny, and found she had been
raped several times as a child and never had an positive sexual experience. "I
haven't had any sexual experiences, but that is going to change," Plerto told
himself.
He tried to remember his mother's dream. He remembered the wetness in her
crotch, and the tingling... yes that's it. It took a moment but he found the
correct symbol and started to excite her. Plerto then sent Torga the idea she
may be getting horny.
Wenta had stopped her verbal abuse, and was starting splash back. The toddlers
quickly retaliated and soon Wenta was entirely drenched. She turn around
smiling, and both Torga and Plerto saw her nipples pointing through the cloth.
Plerto immediately sent more simulating signals to Wenta as she looked at Torga.
Her eyes glazed over with lust, and even forgot the toddlers were there. Torga
started caressing her tits through her top, and Plerto found some new symbols
stimulated from his touch. He doubled the stimulation for every caress Torga
made.
Torga leaned forward and started to kiss Wenta, who responded in kind. Wenta's
hands started wandering up and down Torga's bare, well developed back. After a
few minutes of playing tongue tag, they came up for air.
Plerto was pretty horny himself by now, and decided Torga could take care of
business from here. But then he had an idea. He constructed a more complex set
of instructions in his head, then sent them out to Wenta. Then he canceled all
of his previous orders to Wenta, having already programmed her to be stimulated
by any touch Torga made.
Plerto sent Torga the knowledge that Plerto wanted to talk to him after he
finished here. Before Plerto left, he peeked in Torga's head and found Torga
moving his hand across her crotch, with her hand already holding his pulsing
member.
Plerto wanted to stay, and perhaps join the fun, but he wanted to study the
manuscript some. After retrieving the box from its hiding place, Plerto sat
down in the only covered cart and gently went page by page. The more he read,
the more he understood. The manuscript was older than the temple, and the
symbols on the walls were copied from this manuscript. When Plerto reached the
end, he found that what was on the ceiling was missing from the manuscript, but
the last page held information not in the room.
By now, Plerto was reading the symbols as if he had known how all his life. The
last page described copying one's mind, either a part or all of it, and placing
it in another. It was possible to completely possess another person's body, and
seemingly be two places at once. This however, destroyed the original host's
personality. A partial copy allowed the subject to keep their mind, and be
unaware they were any different. The partial copy could act as a conscience, or
give the subject added knowledge which the controller possessed.
It was also possible to do the reverse, copying skills or knowledge from a
subject and integrating it with his own. Plerto already knew what to use that
for first. Tonight he would slip into his mother's mind and copy everything she
knew about sex.
As Plerto was massaging his crotch, Torga popped into the cart, emitting a field
of contentment. He smiled as Plerto jerked his hand away from his crotch.
The cart was actually a carriage modified to be pulled by the boys, not by
horses. Big enough for three, the two boys often used it as their clubhouse on
wheels.
"You'll never guess what I did.." Torga said grinning.
"Let's see, first you got to feel Wenta's tits, then you kissed her, fingered
her, and then she gave you a hand job," Plerto said reading the images from
Torga's head. "Then you helped her finish her chores, kissed her again, and, oh
yah! You squeezed her ass!!" Plerto's dick was at full attention.
Torga had lost his grin, and started to get angry, but Plerto explained
telepathically, not uttering a sound.
"But how?!" Torga demanded. He was getting a little upset about all this.
Plerto gave him the whole story through his mind. Torga's eyes glazed over
while he watched the movie in his head. Plerto even showed the truth about the
commands he gave Torga. The fact was the first two were accidental, and the
third was just to calm him. Plerto made sure Torga knew the temptation he had
resisted for his friend. When he was done, Torga was quiet, but Plerto saw the
questions flying around his head. One by one, Plerto answered them, sometimes
before they had fully formed. They hadn't said a word.
Finally, Plerto asked, "Do you want to learn these too? I think I understand it
all, but I haven't tried much."
Torga had doubts, and even worse, he didn't completely trust the new Plerto.
Plerto saw this and decide to use one last command on his friend. He trusted
Torga enough to share this HUGE secret, even the power. He needed Torga to
equally trust him. With a carefully constructed string, he sent the command
"Trust Plerto Completely."
The change in Torga's mind was significant. Torga looked at Plerto in a
different light. Torga felt as if he had found the answer to everything. Just
trust Plerto, about everything.
Torga then said, "What do you think I should do. I trust you."
Plerto was horrified. He saw that Torga was now completely dependent on him for
everything. Torga trusted Plerto more than his own self. Torga didn't trust
any opinion but Plerto's.
Plerto panicked and unintentionally put Torga to sleep. Plerto decided to try
and fix the damage, and removed the command and had Torga forget Plerto offering
him the powers and all the events after. When Torga's mind slowly went back to
normal, Plerto tried a different approach. "Plerto would never hurt me on
purpose. Plerto will always be my friend." Then he added, "I cannot lie to
Plerto, and Plerto cannot lie to me."
Plerto then took time to search his friend's mind for anything he should know.
He found Savler had butt fucked Torga the week after Plerto had made friends
with him, and Torga hated Savler from then on. But now he had thoughts of butt
fucking some of the girls. He had even fantasized doing it to Plerto, but not
to any other boy.
Plerto was confused about this. The emotion wasn't that strong behind his
friend's lust of him. Yet it made him curious why just him. He searched a bit
more, and finally found that Torga had used Plerto as a shield. He had
pretended Savler was Plerto, the only good friend he had had at the time.
Plerto decided not to do any more looking or changing. It was just getting too
complicated.
Torga awoke, never realizing having been asleep. He felt a little confused, but
his trust in his friend's good intentions let him overlook that.
Plerto said again, "Do you want to learn these too? I think I understand it
enough to show you now. Or we can go back to the temple and let the room
finish."
"Are you sure it is safe? I mean, will we get into trouble?" Torga pondered.
"If someone doesn't like it, then we just have them change their minds. We've
been slaves all our lives. Let's get back some of what we have received."
"Yeah, I think I'd like that.." And in Torga's head Plerto saw Savler licking
Torga's feet while Torga pissed on his back.
"I'm going to have to figure out some way of blocking other people's
thoughts..." Plerto thought. Then out loud, "One thing though, the deal is
Salver is mine to deal with. My mother loves him, and I want him to love her.
I know you want revenge, and you'll get it, but afterwards he will forget it
happened and will be my mother's husband. Deal?"
Torga though a moment, and Plerto tried to not notice what he was thinking.
Then he remembered a part from the manuscript and imagined a wall between them
with a small hole to peek through. Torga's thoughts were his own again.
Torga agreed and asked when they would start. Since curfew was being called,
and Plerto was tired, he said first thing in the morning.
Then Plerto grinned and added, "We'll just take the day off!"
Plerto laid in the straw that was his bed and waited for his mother to retire.
He had made sure Salver didn't want her tonight. He was thinking about how to
alter Salver, but seeing how one command could alter someone so much, he wasn't
ready to try. With Torga helping him, he hoped Torga would see something he
overlooked.
He felt his mother's thought walking to their room. Plerto realized that he
could barely feel Salver in the next room. "Wow, these powers are getting
stronger" he thought to himself. As his mother kissed his cheek and laid down
behind him as usual, Plerto reached out to his mother's mind and found her a
little sad. He heard, "This would be the eighth night I haven't slept with my
Lord... He can be so tender when he wanted to be. He has been, more and more
in this past year."
Plerto had her sleep then, not wanting to hear any more. Then he started
sifting for what he was looking for.
The first thing he found was accidental. He wanted to know everything about sex
she knew, but first found what she liked in sex. She loved the taste of cum.
She also loved the feel of cum. Whether in the ass, in her pussy, or in her
mouth, she loved the way the hot fluid hit, the way it lubricated, and the way
it pleased her desire. She even enjoys it on her skin, and would swirl it
around until it cooled, then lick up every last drop.
And Plerto never realized his mother participated so much in Savler's sex
training of his products. He found she loved sucking off the boys' first cum
while Salver took them from the rear. She even would eat the girls out to get
to her Lord's cum. A few times the girls would suck out his mother's pussy,
then feed it back to her like a couple of birds. All of this was a bit too much
for Plerto's emotions, but his dick had never been harder.
Attana started to dream. He peeked at it and saw it was a recreation of one of
the boys getting worked over by her and Salver. He continued looking for the
actual bodily function symbols, but suddenly he realized the boy was him!
He watched with amazement, and a certain amount of lust. Attana was sandwiched
between the image of himself humping her front door, and Salver her rear. Then
Thanis was there kneeling by her head while she sucked him off. Two familiar
looking boys where standing on either side of the sex sandwich stroking their
huge cocks. The movements steadily increased until finally everyone moaned one
large group moan and came at same time. The two boys spurting their load all
over the threesome, Thanis's cum starting to overflow Attana's desperately
slurping mouth, Salver slowly milking his dick with Attana's ass, and Plerto's
image pumping away like mad. Then everyone but Attana and Plerto's off the bed,
letting Attana roll on her back with Plerto still pumping away.
Attana was in heaven while her son plunged in and out, cum flowing out of her
cunt as Plerto injected more of his seemingly never-ending supply of cum. Then
eight large young men walked up and started to drench them both with their cum.
Soon Attana was submerged and drifted back to sleep.
The real Plerto had seen enough. He had felt his mother's orgasms, and nearly
came himself each time. He was so horny, he had only stroked his dick five
times before he had the most wonderful experience he had ever known. His first
cum didn't turn out to be much in volume, but he had never discovered that
intensity of pleasure in his mother's mind. He wondered why.
He then thought how he actually hadn't plugged into any of the senses other than
sight and sound. He didn't even know what his mother tasted when she had her
favorite snack. Plerto decided that it couldn't hurt once. He took a fingerful
of his own cum and tasted it. He was not impressed.
Having had his first orgasm, Plerto was very tired. He decided he wanted to
learn these things on his own and not from his mother's mind. So he rolled on
his side and went to sleep.
[continued in next post]
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