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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
rass_senip@usa.net
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>This posting contains:
Chapter IX(b): 10th Grade, Fall 1986
Part 4 - A Day With the Slaves (mc, mf)
Part 5 - The Drug Deal (mc, mf)
>The next posting contains:
Chapter IX(c): 10th Grade, Fall 1986
Part 6 - Dreams People Share (mc, mf, ff, fisting)
Part 7 - Holly's Favorite Dicky (mc, mf)
>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter IX: 10th Grade, Fall 1986
Part 4 - A Day With the Slaves
(mc, mf)
The next morning in the limo, Joey and I came to the same conclusion.
"Hey Tim. How about we, er, have another day off? I'm horny as hell."
"Yeah, I was just going to ask you the same thing. Okay. What about Suzi?"
"Hmmm. Well since this is our regular day to miss class anyway..."
"Okay. But she'll be pissed if she finds out."
"Yeah. Well we can ask her then."
When we got to school, Suzi had a request of her own.
"I was hoping you guys would want to do that. Tell you what. If you would just
send the boys in the weight room to dreamville each period, I'll be fine. And
could you get Ben out of class all day? You guys got to try out your slaves
yesterday, but I didn't."
"I'm cool with that. How about you Joey?"
"I guess so," Joey said darkly.
"Joey," Suzi said wrapping her arms around him. "Please don't feel like this?
I just want to have the same fun that you do."
"I know... I just wish we did this together," Joey said softly to her. Then he
brightened up and said, "But you're right. Go and have a blast. Just promise
me to save me some lovin' for last period. Okay?"
Suzi gave him a deep kiss, then said, "GRRRRR."
I said, "She said.."
Joey interrupted, "I know."
We walked her to the weight room were she gave me a deep kiss while Joey formed
the blanket and we sent the guys to dreamville. I found Ben had a test to take
that period, so I told Suzi he would join her during second hour.
The bell rang while Joey and I were making our way to the girl's locker room,
but we didn't wait to blanket the locker room. A few people came in late, but
we got them as soon as they reached the door.
Suzi already had hers stripping by the time Joey and I reached our destination.
The girls' coach opened the door for us, and we walked in finding all the girls
lined up for us nude.
"Wow, Tim. I wish we had seen these girls yesterday. There's more tits and ass
here than all of yesterday's combined."
"Yeah. Look at this one. Come here, sexy," I said to a perfect tanned brunette
with great tits. "What's your name?"
"Linda Green"
"Bend over, Linda.. Okay stand up. I like your tattoo. Tell us about your sex
life."
"Sure. Tom Richardson and I did it when we were twelve, and screwed around
until he moved away two years ago. We loved to suck each other off, and I miss
that a lot. Missy Lisp and I like, er, fool around. She is sorta my girlfriend
now. She and I give her brother and his friends blowjobs every week to get my
weekly fix."
"Where is Missy now?"
"Uhm," she said looking on down the row, "she's right down there. She has a
tattoo like mine."
"Missy!" both Joey and I called.
"Yeah?" another stunning brunette answered.
"Come 'ere." Joey said.
When she did so, we had the two brunettes stand side by side.
"Missy, tell us about your sex life," I said.
"Well, uhm, Jim Dunsan and I met at a dance about two years ago. We fell heads
over heels in love and after a month we did it. We broke up three months later,
and I haven't really spoke to him since. Then I met Linda, and we've been
messing around a lot. I give my brother and his friends head once in a while to
pay for the joints they give me. They give me six a week for Linda's and my
blow jobs, plus two for each of the video tapes they take of us together."
"Shit. Hey Tim, Linda doesn't know about the video tapes. But I just found out
she does some selling off the side for extra cash. Shit."
"They both have a clean bill of health though. I want em'. How about you?"
"Fuck yeah. I wouldn't mind watching them mess around with each other too."
"Okay. They will do it too. Why don't you wake them up and do the talking and
I'll check some of the other girls out."
"Cool. I was hoping you would let me do that part."
Joey took the two aside, while I walked down the line. I reached the end, then
went back over them one more time telling twelve of the girls to get in the
shower. The rest got dressed and the coach took them to the gym.
I stripped and got in the showers with the twelve wet and naked girls. I went
up to each of them and sampled each of their breasts. Then I sorted them by
virginity, and found eight of them were.
"Damn," I said to myself. "That's the three best looking ones too."
Then I said to the girls, "How many of you have given blow jobs?"
Five of the twelve indicated they had.
"What's your name?" I asked one.
"Dawn Ruble."
"Say, aren't you one of the Golden Girls?"
"Yep."
"Wow," I said before I started scanning her mind. I found something and said,
"Dawn, how would you like to never feel those cramps you have every month."
"Oh! Would I ever. The pain killers I have to take make me so spacey, they're
almost as bad as the pain."
"Okay. You trust me completely now, and you will stay perfectly calm when I
wake you up. Okay. Wake up Dawn.
Dawn closed her eyes and shook her head slightly then opened them up again.
"What's going on?" she said.
"Hi, I'm Tim. How would you like to never feel those cramps again even if you
didn't take anything for them?"
"Why are we naked in the girls showers? And how did you get in here in the
first place?"
"Dawn, I'm not going to go into that kind of detail. Just trust me that you're
in no danger of doing anything you don't want to do. Okay? I'm only going to
offer this once more. I can take your cramp pains away permanently and give you
the best orgasms you ever could imagine. Like this one," I said touching her
nose.
I created the sensation of a wet hot mouth kissing a path from her nose down her
body to her crotch. There it teased and stimulated her until it brought her to
a exploding orgasm with a extremely loud moan.
"Dawn?"
"Yeah?" she replied panting.
"Would you like to feel that again on a regular basis?"
"Yes. But how.."
"Don't worry about the how, just don't go anywhere for a minute," I said closing
my eyes.
I transferred the knowledge for the slave agreement, then opened my eyes. I had
Dawn follow me over to my discarded clothes.
I took out a slave ring from my pocket and said, "Okay. If you agree to my
deal, you will put this ring on and become my slave."
"What are you tal... oh... okay...... I agree. Uhm, Tim? Are you.. a witch
or something?"
"A witch? Heh, now that's a new one. No. I'm just a horny telepathic
sophomore. Here, put it on if you mean it."
"Eww, that felt good, master," Dawn said after she slipped the ring on and
kissed my ring.
"Dawn. Please be yourself now, okay?"
"Okay, uhm, Tim. Hey, I have a question."
"Hmm? Shoot."
"Can I kiss you? It's kind of a thing I have. Kiss the guy before I ever blow
them."
"Sure. I think I'll make that my own rule. Kiss a girl before she blows me," I
said half jokingly as I gently took her in my arms. Our bodies pressed
together, and my dick throbbed against her crotch. I kissed her very gently at
first, building in energy for several minutes until she was nearly impaling
herself with me.
Then just before I was about to break the kiss, her hand slipped down and
slipped my dick in her virgin cunt. She pushed against me hard, but I managed
to break away.
"Shit!" I gasped. "You knew I wouldn't let you do that. Why did you even try?"
Dawn recovered from her own shock and said, "I'm sorry.. I guess... I got
caught up in it. I really didn't mean to.. Thanks for stopping me."
"You're welcome," I said crossly. Her moment of weakness had created a lust to
take her virginity, and thus another urge I had to fight. But I quickly decided
I would satisfy my lust with a fitting punishment.
"Since you can't control your own lust, I guess I will have to. For two weeks
you will crave nothing else but the taste of my cum. Nothing else will satisfy
your lust," I said making it happen.
"Now come over here and beg me to let you give me the best blow job you can
give," I continued. "When I come in your mouth you will have your release. And
whenever you see me, you will feel the need to suck me return."
Her eyes glazed over a moment as her new lust began to take hold.
"Please Tim? Your dick looks so good. My mouth is already watering thinking
about it. I'll lick it and suck it and anything else you want me to. My mouth
wants to be your fuck toy. Please master. Fuck my mouth? Let me suck you
off?"
"You may."
Her eager mouth sucked my hard prick like a vacuum cleaner. I had never felt
such suction before. Her tongue rubbed the underside of the shaft while
constantly keeping her vacuum going. I enjoyed her powerful mouth for a few
minutes before I tired for more.
"Suck it, slave. Suck it. You want my hot seed so badly, don't you? Now start
making some slurping sounds. When I get tired of that, I'll just fuck your
mouth like you want me to so bad."
She released her vacuum, and began to suck on it like a baby with a pacifier.
The slurpy noises she made were loud and quite erotic, stimulating my own
lustful state. When I did start to fuck her mouth, she responded by grabbing
hold of my ass to keep her balance.
"Yes slave, suck my prick. Your lust for my cum will build and build. Now take
it all the way in! Yesssss. That's it.."
I was pumping into her mouth, the head of my dick slipping in and out of her
throat. Her constant slurps and powerful surges of suction brought me to a
climax quickly.
"HERE it CUMS," I said, throwing my head back with the pleasure.
Her hungry mouth sucked and licked while my semen spurted into it, triggering an
orgasm within her with each shot. I kept thrusting into her mouth, and finally
grabbed her head and went in deep. I held her there for twenty seconds or more,
squirting the last bit down her throat. When I released her, she gasped for
breath, but immediately returned to her suckling. I started going soft, but her
efforts kept me at a semi hard state.
I let her continue to suck me the rest of the period while I questioned and
scanned the other girls. I almost enslaved two more of the girls, but decided
to wait for another day.
I checked in with Suzi mentally and found she had picked several more out for
herself. She had gotten impatient waiting for us to contact her, but didn't
complain since she had two of the guys playing with each other's dicks.
I checked her selection out, finding one of them rather interesting.
"Hey Suz... The guy who is pointing at himself fucks sheep on his uncle's farm
during the summer. And he fucks his cousins too. And his sister. Damn, he
fucks everything."
"Uhm, maybe I don't want him after all. The farm animals were just a joke for
me you know," she replied.
"Yeah, I know...."
A few minutes later, "All right, this guy," I thought to her as a dark Mexican
looking guy stepped forward, "will do it, and he's already bi. And its the same
story with him as Ben's. Drugs."
About ten minutes before the period ended, "Suz, the guy who just got down on
his hands and knees sells drugs to the elementary kids and shit. He's a real
sicko. He likes making the kids suck him off if they can't pay for it. He even
raped one of the girls. He's gonna turn himself in today, but before that
happens, do you think your cousin would like to, er, rape him?"
"NO! Pete would never rape someone!"
"Okay. What if I have Ben or Janos here do it? Would that be okay?"
"If you want someone to rape him, find some big man that does it all the time.
Then fix it so neither one of them ever do it again."
"Right. Well, I'll take care of that later. So you want Janos?"
"Yes, please, and can he stay with me and Ben?" Suzi thought back to me.
I checked and told her that was fine. I transferred the slave agreement into
Janos's head, then thought to Suzi, "Wake him up while the others get dressed,
then tell him who you are, and ask him if it is a deal. When he says yes, just
give him a ring and he'll put it on and kiss yours. Then he's all yours."
She sent back, "Thanks, Timmy," then before I disconnected, I heard her saying
out loud, "Janos? Come over here, beef cake. Everybody else get dre.."
When the coach came back with the other girls, I had the twelve remaining all go
and get dressed. I told Dawn not to put her bra or panties back on, and that
she would be staying with me for the rest of the day.
Joey had the other two new slave girls worshipping his cock and balls in a
corner of the showers. I reached out and checked the girls, finding everything
there in order except for one thing.
"Hey, how come you made them think they were only thirteen?"
"Huh? Oh.. They wanted it that way. I didn't bother to find out why. Oh
shit. Did you take care of Suz?"
"Just finished. She has another one too. Dawn here is a virgin and Golden
Girl. There were two others, but I figured we had enough for now."
"Yeah, that's good thinking. Let's have Sheryl and Julie join us so we can have
some fun. Unless you had other ideas."
"Fun sounds good. I'm kinda thirsty, so let's head up to our room. Dawn?
Since you're the only one dressed, why don't you go to room 118 and wait for
Julie Simmons. Just show her your ring, and she'll show you hers. She'll take
it from there."
"Okay, Tim. Hey, when am I supposed to call you master?"
"You'll do it when you are supposed to, don't worry."
Dawn left, and the four of us got dressed. We didn't bother to put our
underwear on, and just stuck them in the girls' purses. We left the locker room
just before the bell rang, and hung around the entrance a few minutes until
Sheryl showed up. She gave each of us a hot kiss, which didn't get unnoticed.
Joey and I were suddenly painfully grabbed by the necks from behind. My eyes
were shut from the pain, and for a moment I thought I would black out from not
having enough blood to my brain. The three girls threw themselves at our
assailant causing him to temporarily lose his grip on me.
I instantly turned around and belted him a blow to the stomach, barely missing
one of the girls. I almost broke my hand on his washboard abdomen, so I dealt
him a different kind of punch.
My index finger touched the arm he had Joey by, causing the big gorilla to
scream with pain, letting Joey sink to the floor coughing. The walking wall was
reaching to tear me to shreds when I said, "You must be Stan. Have a seat, dick
head."
His feet went out from under him, shocking Stan as much as the crowd that had
formed around us.
"What the Fuck!" Stan said when he tried to get up. "You Fucken Fuckhead! I
can't get up! I'll tear your balls off and shove them down your nose if...
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb... FUCK!"
"Okay folks, show's over," I said while Joey and I had blanketed the crowd.
Then I helped Joey to his feet while Stan continued to mix nursery rhymes with
cuss words.
"Well, if it isn't Stan the man," Joey said as he stepped inside Stan's reach.
Stan grabbed Joey's leg, then immediately yelped in pain and let go. He looked
at his hand, finding it was not burned like it had felt.
"What the Fuck Humpty Dumpty sat on a great wall have you two shitheads hickery
dickory dock done to me!"
"Oh this is nothing compared to what we are going to do to you," Joey said
giving him a frightening grin.
"Stan, stand up and don't speak another word," I said.
"Wha..." was all Stan could say as my commands sunk in.
Stan stood up, his face a mixture of fear and anger.
Sheryl walked up to her brother and said, "Stan, meet my masters, Tim and Joey.
Now you be a good boy and don't make them any angrier than they already are. I
wouldn't want to upset mom and dad if you suddenly thought you were a dog."
"Excellent idea!" Joey said.
"Go ahead Joey, he's all yours. I'll take the next jerk who tries to mess with
us."
"Okay, Stan," Joey said staring into his eyes. "For the rest of your life,
anytime your sister whistles for you, you will become her loyal and loving
pooch, doing anything she asks, and will stay acting like a dog until she says
'good boy, Stan.' You will never threaten her or her boyfriends again. Nor
will you tell anyone about us or about anything we do to you. Er, anybody have
anything else they want to add?"
"Uhm, Joey? I can't whistle," Sheryl said.
"Allow me," I said. "Here, turn and look at my lips."
She turned towards me and watched me whistle once. Before I could do it again,
she interrupted me.
"I've tried hundreds..."
"Shhh.. Watch me again.." I said before I took control of her mouth and lungs
and had us both whistle. I did it a few more times, adjusting her mouth to get
the best sound. Then I placed that knowledge in her head and said, "Now try it
yourself."
She did it three more times and excitedly said, "Thanks! <whistle> here Stan!"
Stan's eyes glazed a moment, then he got down on his hands and knees, stuck out
his tongue panting, and rushed up to his sister, knocking her over. He licked
and licked her giggling face until she finally called him off.
The bell rang, and the few people who had watched our little show scurried off.
"Sheryl, you better send him off to class. You can play with your new pet
later," I said feeling horny.
"Awe, can't we... yes, master," Sheryl said when I showed her my ring. "Good
boy, Stan."
Stan blinked and almost fell on his back as he tried to get away from us as fast
as possible.
"Oh, and Stan..." I called after the fleeing muscle head. "You can speak
normally now."
"Shiit!" Stan said as he tripped and fell around the corner.
The five of us walked together talking about who else deserved a little doggy
treatment. Joey and I remembered to blanket the guys in the weight room to
Suzi's great relief. They had told her to leave when the bell had rung.
When we reached the third floor, Julie and Dawn were talking to another girl
outside our locked room.
"Shit. We forgot we had an appointment with her," Joey said.
"Let's see..." I said as I did a little scanning.
When we joined them at the door, and as Joey unlocked it, I said, "Okay, I
excused you from class. Your name is Tracy, right?"
"Uhm, yes," Tracy said following us in. Then she said "Wow," when she spotted
the painting of Joey, Suzi, the twins, and I.
I gave Joey a grin, then said, "Uhm, Tracy. Let's go in the next room to talk.
Hey Joey. Can you wait until I get done with Tracy before you pass out the
drinks? I don't want to miss anything good."
"Oh... okay. I guess we do have all day."
Tracy and I went into the drawing room and each took an easy chair.
"You guys sure have it made up here. Who did you have to kill to get all of
this?"
"Never mind about us. What did you want to see one of us about?"
"Uhm, oh," she said, turning a little pink. "Well, I kinda need some money."
"Money? For what?"
"Uhm, I can't really say. I don't know why I..."
"Shit. Not drugs again. How much does he owe? Twelve hundred! Whew! Why are
you here asking for your brother?"
"How do you know about that!"
"Look, you're here for help, I'm willing to help you. I can do a lot of things,
so just chill, okay? Why are you here and not your brother?"
With a little help, she decided to trust me.
"My brother doesn't know. I'm kinda responsible for the mess he's in, and so
I'm..."
"No you're not. It isn't your fault your ex-boyfriend got him mixeded up in
this. Okay, let's see. Your brother is... shit. He's in seventh grade? How
the hell did he wind up owing them twelve hundred dollars?"
"He... only owed three hundred, but they keep making it higher and higher when
he can't pay them. Look, I'll do anything to get him out of this mess..."
"I can help, but not in the way you're thinking. I'll need to meet your
brother, then we will take care of those goons. Uhm, Tracy... You can stop
worrying about your end of the deal. I'm not going to ask you or make you do
anything you don't already want to do. Okay?"
"So... you don't want me to... have sex with you?"
"Oh, well yes, but no. Your brother is the one in trouble. Not you. He's the
one who used the shit when he didn't have the money. He's the one who will have
to make the deal with me. But don't worry. I'm not gonna do anything to him."
"Why don't you go back to class and stop worrying," I said as I sent the
commands as well.
All she said was "Thanks," and left.
I returned to the other room, finding the bed out and Joey pouring drinks.
"So what are we going to do with a seventh grader?" Joey asked when he handed me
three glasses.
"I don't know. But in two years he will be a freshmen, so maybe Suzi could have
some fun with him then," I said handing Linda and Missy their drinks.
Linda and Missy both took a sip, then looked at each other.
"What is this?" Missy.
"Just their little pick me up and fuck me drink," Julie said after she drained
hers.
"Oh, wow. I feel it," Dawn said getting on her knees in front of me.
"Okay, time for everybody to get naked," Joey said, taking off his shoes.
We all stripped, then Joey and I got on the bed and sat up against the couch
back.
Dawn crawled up between my legs and immediately began pumping my dick with her
mouth.
"Whoa, Dawn. I want you to save your energy. I won't cum until I'm ready, so
just suck on it to keep it hard and no more. Yeah... That's it."
Joey motioned Julie over and said, "How about getting your sluts here to take
turns fucking me while they give you some girly lovin'?"
"Me? Okay, Joey. Uhm..." Julie said indecisively. But then she laid down at
our feet, and sent Linda over to Joey. She had Missy licking out her cunt, and
coaxed Sheryl to kiss her. After a few minutes, Sheryl was on top of Julie
while Missy took turns eating them out.
Linda was humping Joey slowly while they kissed, and I began to feel a little...
restless.
"Missy! Get your tits over here," I called. She scrambled over to me and
offered her breasts. As I sucked her left nipple, I started to finger her clit.
Still not really satisfied, I got an idea. I ordered Dawn to stop, then had
Missy lay down in my place.
"Missy, I am going to fuck you now. Tell me how that makes you feel."
"Oh, that makes me feel soo hooorrrnnnyy.. Please master, fuck me. Fuck me
and fill me up with your hot sex juice!"
I mounted her, plunging my dick into her hot tight hole. I was pleasantly
surprised when her muscles seemed to grip me as I pulled out, then loosened as I
entered. Once I got up to speed, I had Dawn lick my shaft on each pump.
"Fuuuckkkk meeeeee Master! Pound your gorgeous cock into my pussy! Yeah!
GOooooooOOOOOO!!! MASTER!" Missy cried like a cheerleader. "OH! OH! I'm gonna
CUM! Master! I'm Gonna.. AIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Oh! Fuck me. Fuck me.
Fuck my Fucken fuck hole. I'm so... Fucken.... fucken..... fucked..."
"You can say that again," Julie muttered from under Sheryl's crotch.
I pulled out of Missy's clasping cunt and let Dawn clean it up for me. I was
checking out Julie's enjoyment of Sheryl's tongue, finding her rather bored.
"Julie, come out of there..." I called as Joey's moans, shudders and shakes
indicated he was cumming inside of Linda. Compared to Missy's loud and dirty
mouthed orgasm, Joey's and Linda's was rather... well, lame. Something about a
loud orgasm just makes it seem.. like you accomplished something.
"You rang?" Julie said wiping the wetness from around her mouth, sitting on her
legs in front of me.
"Do me a favor. Next time you get bored doing something we ask you to do,
get... creative. Do something you'll get excited about. Like... You know.
Make them sorry you're their queen bitch."
"Okay. But... I guess girls just don't excite me. I mean, yesterday it was
really hot. But I think it was because you made me do it, and because it was so
dirty. But I'd rather mess with someone with a cock."
"Amen to that," Sheryl said, fingering herself.
"Hey, Tim?" Joey said. "Maybe we should get some guys for ourselves to keep
the girl population happy."
"What, get slaves for the slaves? No way. I'm sorry ladies. This is a private
club, with Suzi, Joey and I being the sole members. Everyone else is just the
hired help. But I promise for now on, if we want some lesbian action, we'll
just let Missy and Linda have at it. I guess I just assumed you would like it
once you did it."
"Well, it's not all that bad, but..." Julie started.
"There's something missing, and it's the thing that get gets us excited," Sheryl
finished, and Julie nodded her head.
"Hmmm, well, in that case, I guess you two would rather have your brains fucked
out now. Joey? Any preferences?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm kinda all fucked out."
"You? Shit. Well, that's okay. I can do you both at the same time. Hey
Julie, when are you going to get that doctor's appointment?"
"I already have it. It's today after school."
"Okay. Until then, you're just going to have to make do with my invisible
cock."
Dawn popped my dick out of her mouth and said, "Invisible cock?" before the
others could.
"Hey," Joey said. "Show me how you do that. I'd like to surprise Suzi
sometime."
"Show you wha! OHH OHHHH OHHHHH OHHHHH OHHHHH OHHHHH!" Julie cried,
falling backwards on the bed, spreading her legs wide, and stretching her pussy
with her hands.
"OHHHHH OHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH OOOOOOHHHH OH OH OH
OH OH OH OH ooooohHHHHHHH!" she said quite seriously.
"See?" I said loudly to Joey. "It's really easy once you get the rhythm going
right. Shit, Julie. You're really turning me on. You're gonna be a lotta fun
to fuck for real."
"OHHH OHHHHHH OHHH OHHHHHH!" Julie replied.
"Well, can I try it?" Joey said.
"Sure. But get your own. Julie's mine. I think Sheryl's primed and ready."
The "EEEK!" from Sheryl was just a drop in the lake compared to Julie's wailing.
"So Julie. Do you like it faster?"
"OOOHHH OOOHHHH OOOHHH OOOHHHH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OOOHHHH OOOHHH!"
"Or maybe, even faster?"
"OHHH Oh OH OH OH Oh OH Oh OH!"
"Nope," I said, finding the tone not as enjoyable to my ears. "Okay, how about
slower"
"OOhhhh OOhhhh OOhhhhh OOOOOOHHHHHHH!"
"Ah, I think I may have something here. How about some fast stuff.."
"OOHH! OOHH! OHH! OOOHHHH!!!!"
"Followed by some really slllooowwww stuff."
"OOOHHHHHHHHH! OOOHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Ah, fuck it. You better be clean Julie, because you've got me so horny.." I
said climbing on top of her.
"YES! FUCK me TIM! OH YES! OHHHHH OHHHH! OHH!!! OHHHHHHH!
OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!" she pointed out.
"AAHHHH," I advised. "AAHH AAAHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH AHHHH"
"OOHH OHHH OOOHHH OOHH"
"AAAHHHHH"
"OHHHHHH"
"AAAAAHHHH"
"OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH OOOHHHHH AHHH!"
"OOOOOHHHHH? OHHHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHGGGGGGGG AAHHHHHHRRRRRAAAAA"
"OOOHHHHHH OOHHHHH OOOOOHHHHHHHH"
And with a "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" here and
a "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" there, we came
together, (E I E I O!) wiggling and humping, not giving a damn that our cries
were probably being heard not only on the second floor, but the first, and
possibly in the basement.
I laid on top of Julie, catching my breath as she did the same. Joey and Sheryl
both started going wild, Joey having found he wasn't so fucked out after all,
and they started their pitifully weak moans as they came.
I looked at Julie and said, "That was the hottest sex I ever had. Where did you
lean to moan like that?"
She looked at me with her humorous look and said, "I've just had lots and lots
of practice."
As Dawn returned to my pick to nurse, I checked in with Suzi again. Ben had
joined her, and I was surprised to find him and Janos dressed. Before I went
over her selection with her, I inquired why.
"I didn't want to take the chance that they had something. Timmy, it's not
fair. You and Joey have had fun with your slaves, and I can't with mine until
they get checked. Why don't you males ever think about these things before
someone wants to have sex?"
"Uhm, I don't know. Girls do it too, ya know. Joey and I have just been..
Lucky I guess. Look, Suz. How about this. I'll get what we need so we can
test them ourselves, okay? If we have to, we can change a room into an
examination room and lab, or I can program the nurse to do it. Or something.
Okay?"
"Humph. That would be wonderful, if we already had it. Come on. Maybe one of
these guys will be safe."
I began my scanning of the five she had picked out, and was just finishing the
second when the weight room door opened and someone came in.
"Shit! What the hell is going...." the intruder said before I could flip the
dream switch.
"Close the door, please," Suzi said, recovering from her own shock.
I quickly scanned the freshman, finding he was just bringing a message for the
weight room trainer from the boys team sports coach. Suzi told him to deliver
the message, then was about to send him away when I stopped her.
"Hey Suzi, Kyle here may be what you're looking for. He's a virgin, but only
because he got caught right before he was going to do it with his older sister.
He just moved here, and he doesn't have too many friends yet. And he used to
mess around with a buddy of his, and even gave him a few blows. He's clean,
horny, bi, and..."
"But he's... kinda thin.."
I had Kyle take off his shirt.
"Eww.." Suzi said, running her hands over his chest. "You may be skinny, but
what meat you do have, it's all muscle."
"He's going through his growth spurt right now. That's why he looks so.. wimpy?
But he's not and.. Suz, you better cool it. He's almost ready to.."
Kyle moaned.
"..cum," I finished. Then when Suzi's hands started to undo his pants, I said,
"Dang, Suz. Are you really going to... Shit. He really came hard. I can't
believe you're cleaning up his underpants, though."
"It tastes sweeter than anyone's I've ever tasted before.." Suzi managed to
think back to me.
"Uhm Suz? Before you start sucking him off, does this mean you want him? Cause
I'm sorta getting tired and wanna take a nap."
"Want him. Want him, please?" Suzi's aroused mind replied.
"Okay Suz, but you're going to have to stop and wake him up for the agreement.
I've got him out of class for the rest of the day. Why don't you bring your
three up here afterwards and everybody can get to know each other."
That's exactly what she did, just not right away. After waking Kyle up and
finding him more than willing to agree without any kind of return favor, Suzi
decided she wanted to taste him again, and her other two. So we agreed to just
meet in the cafeteria at the beginning of fourth hour and spend the hour there.
It was interesting how our group initially didn't really talk to each other for
the first two lunch periods. Most of the chit chat was from Suzi, Joey and I
asking questions, and answering a few ourselves. They were mostly strangers to
each other, Linda and Missy being the only ones who were close, and Dawn and
Julie only having known each other through the dance squad.
They were a mixture from all grades, and all walks of life. Kyle was the only
freshman, basically your average middle class kid who had moved here from the
Big Apple during the summer. He had what many people call a New Yorker
attitude, sounding arrogant and a know it all, making it difficult for him to
make friends here.
Janos was somewhat opposite in personality, being a soft-spoken, smooth moving,
hairless chested senior who came from a big family that had barely enough money
to go around. Although he constantly was yearning for another joint, he kept
his habit pretty much under control because he was helping to support his family
and couldn't afford it very often. He was fairly honest and hard working, but
would take a shortcut here and there.
Ben, a junior, was also from a middle class family, but had fallen into the
wrong crowd in his freshman year. He had gone to rehab during the summer when
his drug habit had nearly killed him. Ever since he got back to school, his
will had been weakening from resisting both his desire to hang out with his old
friends and the urge to get high one more time. The moment I had given him that
five second high, his will had crumbled, and he probably would have done
anything I asked.
Julie, Dawn, and Sheryl all came from middle class families, with Dawn and
Sheryl being Sophomores like us. Dawn was probably the most innocent of the
entire group, but only because she hadn't let herself go all the way.
Missy and Linda were not from as poor of families as Janos's, but they lived in
an older neighborhood that was slightly run down, and were both introduced to
drugs at an early age. They were never given enough to form a habit until
Missy's brother caught them nude together and worked out his scheme.
Once he had them hooked, he talked them into sucking him off, then later his
friend. Eventually they would suck him and his friends during lunch at school,
always being paid after their services were satisfactory. That was back when
they were freshmen, and Missy's brother at the time was a senior. The two girls
were now juniors, and they were concerned about what her brother would want
next, Linda especially since she didn't know about the video tapes.
Anyway, I said it was interesting how they started out being so reserved about
talking to each other. If Joey hadn't tried out his invisible cock on Suzi at
the beginning of the third lunch period, they probably would have stayed that
way.
"AAAAAAAACCCKKK! TIM! STOP IT!" Suzi suddenly cried standing up.
"What? I'm not doing anything!" I said. "Joey!"
"EWWW! <groan> JoeY! Please?! Stop it!" Suzi said, hopping back and forth
with her legs bowed apart. She finally stopped and straightened up, then gave
Joey a deadly look while she restraightened her hair.
"What was that all about?" Ben asked her when she sat down.
"That prick over there nearly made me pee in my pants by making me feel like
another prick was going up my butt!"
The three guys gave her blank looks, not understanding what she meant.
"Allow me to demonstrate," I said.
Their faces turned to shock, then slowly relaxed as I simulated the sensations
of a somewhat decent blowjob. The summer camp experience taught me that it made
things simpler if I didn't give guys a too good of a telepathic blow job, just
so the real thing always feels better.
"Hey," Julie said. "Can you feel what you're doing to us when you're doing
that?"
"You mean like do we feel like we have a second dick or in Tim's case, a second
mouth?" Joey replied. "Nope. It doesn't work that way."
"Actually, I was meaning do you feel what we are feeling. What you're doing to
us."
"Well, yeah. If we didn't, we wouldn't know if it felt right or not."
"Here Julie," I said. "This is what a blow job feels like from a guy's
perspective."
"What? Ohhh. MMmmmm... Yeah, that's nice..... MmMMMm.... MMMMMM...
MMMMMMM!"
"Tim, you better mute her or something," Joey said. "I don't want to blanket
that many people again today."
"Oh, okay," I said as Julie went quiet. "I would have enjoyed it though."
Dawn nudged Julie and said, "What does it feel like?"
"It... mmm. Feels good," Julie said. "Different, but.. not different...
Just.. different."
"Thanks. That tells me.. Ewww! MMmmmm," Dawn said as I put her in the link.
"Can I... Oh! Thank you.." Sheryl said as I connected.
"Hey, you want any help?" Joey asked as Missy's face relaxed.
"Sure. Suzi? You want in? It's not like a seven way. Correction, eight way.
Just sorta a partial two way with Janos and now Ben."
"Depends. How far are you going to take them?"
"I'm not sure yet. Joey, could you link Missy with Ben? And maybe Sheryl or
Dawn? I'm having trouble keeping the mouth thing going."
"I'll just watch," Suzi said. "I don't want to get worked up without something
at the end."
"Okay Suz. Thanks Joey."
"Man, Tim," Joey said sounding a little strained. "How can you handle that
many? I'm... starting to lose...one of them..."
"Okay, that's enough then," I said, closing the links. There were several
groans of disappointment.
Joey sank down in his chair a little and said, "Whew! I'm not going to be doing
that again for a while. Aren't you tired Tim?"
"Not really. Well, a little maybe. I guess the share link doesn't... Why are
all of you looking at me like that?"
"Uhm, I think..." Julie started. "At least I... Is there anything you two
can't do?"
"Yeah, and like how come you're still going to school? I'd be out partying..."
Ben said.
"Suzi, can you do it too?" Kyle asked her.
Sheryl said to Janos and Ben, "Did you know you guys feel.. different?"
"Julie, what was the invisible cock like?" Missy asked.
"Ben, you doing anything after school?" Linda asked.
"Are we going to have sex every day?" Janos asked.
"Yeah, are we?" Ben asked while everyone stopped their questions and looked at
us.
Suzi, Joey and I looked at each other, not knowing how to answer them.
"No," Suzi started. "We don't...<sigh> You're not.." Suzi stopped there and
looked at me.
"Being our... slaves doesn't mean we're going to have an orgy every day. There
will be days like that, but not very often. You won't be getting out of class
every day just to be with us."
"Most days you probably won't even see us at all, except maybe in the halls,"
Suzi added. I paused a moment to smile at her. I suppose I should point out
that Suzi and I had many discussions about how we would work the slave thing
long before I put the rings on their fingers. Half of the rules were probably
hers.
"Remember, you're the slaves," I continued. "You come when we call, and there
are no promises about how often that will be. You don't have any say in it, and
unless you need our help, you shouldn't hang around us hoping we get in the
mood."
The excitement they all had the minute before was replaced by a feeling of
disappointment.
"Hey," Joey said, looking sleepy. "You guys are looking at it the wrong way.
What you do when we're not, er, uhm, using you, is all up to you. If you want
to have sex every day, you can still do that. Just make sure it's someone who
doesn't have some kind of VD and no one gets pregnant."
"Yeah, and I think Linda is feeling what you all will probably wind up feeling.
Ask him, Linda."
"Er. But I.. Okay.. Ben, would you like me.. uhm, to give you head sometime?"
Linda said, almost whispering the end.
"Huh? Sure, I guess."
"What did you mean, we'll all feel like her?" Kyle asked.
"I just meant that.. You all will probably have sex with each other on your
own. You know? Once you see each other naked, and you know what they're like
as people, it would be easier for you to get together and do it with each other
than someone who isn't one of you." They looked at each other, suddenly finding
they did have a common interest, and in a sense, a common need. By the time the
third lunch period ended, they were all pretty comfortable with each other, and
most of the time several conversations were going at once.
Joey laid his head in his arms on the table listening and sometimes
participating in the discussions, but eventually he dozed off. About three
minutes before the last lunch period was over, I suddenly felt something from
Joey. When I checked his thoughts and found his barrier down, I couldn't help
but share his little dream with Suzi.
"Joey, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the preacher
said.
"I do," Joey replied.
"Tim, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the preacher
said.
"I do," my image said.
"Suzi, do you take these men to be your lawfully wedded husbands?" the preacher
said.
"I do," Suzi's image said.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands and wife. Er, which
one of you two kiss the bride first?"
"We both do," Joey and my image said.
Then Joey's and my image stepped towards each other, our bodies going slightly
transparent as we stepped into the same space, our two images overlapping and
becoming one.
Suzi's image cries, "Kiss me you fools!" but never gets to as the bell wakes
Joey up.
"Awe!" Suzi and I said together, causing the rest to look at us.
"What?" Joey asked, stretching. "Hey! No peeking!" he said, putting his barrier
back up.
Suzi and I just smiled at him, ignoring the other's inquiries of what we did.
"Come on," Suzi said getting up, "Let's all go up to the room." And then to
Joey she said, "Come on, husband. We're in a lovin' kind mood."
She linked arms with Joey and I, and we lead our little parade up the three
flights of stairs to our private room. But when we got there, we discovered a
slight problem.
"There's not enough room for everyone, is there?" Suzi said when we opened the
door.
It was a little tight, but once we put the bed away, everyone was able to get
comfortable on the carpeted floor. I felt a little surge of disturbance when
Joey, Suzi and I got down on the floor together.
I sighed, and saw a soft look in Joey's eyes that told me he wanted it just to
be the three of us this time.
"You don't care if they stay though, do you?" I thought to him.
"Na. They can stay."
So I turned rolled over so I was facing the rest and said, "I'm sorry guys. We
kinda want to do some loving. With each other, you know? But since you guys
are expecting something..." I said, holding up my ring for them all to see, "I
want you all to get those clothes off and suck each other off."
"Yes, Master!" they all cried.
As the clothes went flying, Joey, Suzi and I snuggled up to each other.
"Do you think?" Suzi started. "You know, would you two?"
"What, Suz," Joey said, kissing her cheek.
"Would you both marry me if we still feel this way later?" she finally said.
Joey and I exchanged glances, then we both looked at her with a smile.
"No," we both said.
The shock on her face was instantaneous.
"We'd probably wanna all three get married, if that's possible," Joey explained.
"Oh," she said relieved. "Of course, if we ever had kids..."
"Shhh," I said before picking her hand up and kissing its back.
The three of us just laid there, snuggling and giving each other loving little
kisses. It was a sort of unspoken agreement that for whatever we did with our
new slaves, we would always take the time to express our love to each other.
Once everyone had settled into pairs, I silently gave them all control of their
actions. No one stopped their oral sex, with each guy paired with a girl, and
Linda and Missy with each other.
For a moment I thought something was wrong when Julie got up, and pulled Ben up
too. But then Julie got down on her knees and took him back in her mouth, so I
went back to my snuggling. Julie just wanted to feel used a little.
The source of the gasps and moans constantly changed with time, each pair
seemingly taking turns to bring themselves to a climax. About ten minutes
before the bell, most of them were talking in hushed voices, and a few were
experimenting with a few kisses.
Joey, Suzi and I were having a three way, something we hadn't done for a while
with all three of us in the room together. Even without Joey's help, I had
reached the point where I could have sustained the three way for the rest of our
lives if we wished. And we had gained enough experience that we managed to keep
track of what body part of whose body we had control over while we shared parts
from all three bodies at the same time.
To anyone outside our link, the three of us appeared to be fondling ourselves.
We could have simply reached over to touch one and another, but we enjoyed
borrowing parts of that person's body more. Doing it in this manner brought
back memories of the very first times we had explored each other's bodies
through the owner's senses. We were filled with each other's love though, not
the lust we had felt back then. Joey even teared up he was so happy, and
naturally all six eyes made the tears.
When the bell rang to indicate the end of fifth period, Janos mentioned he
needed to leave for work. So we dissolved our three way, then Joey suggested we
all got dressed and take a little walk.
We ended up in the guys gym, and sat up in the bleachers as the guys played
volleyball. Suzi and I both suspected what Joey was planning, and I wasn't
surprised when he asked me to help throw thick blanket command at the two teams
of volley ball players.
The ball hit the ground completely forgotten as the entire class faced us and
started singing 'Stand By Me', Suzi's favorite song. Most of us ended up
singing with them, but they did it without being made to. We had a lot of fun
playing Joey's juke box, especially when I remote controlled the sixth hour
girls gym class into the gym and had them join the singing.
The singing was really quite good, perhaps too good. 'Twist and Shout' had been
loud enough for the choir director to hear through the stage door and across the
hall into the choir room. In the middle of 'Only the Good Die Young' (Billy
Joel), the choir director walked in and stood listening for at least five
minutes before Kyle noticed him and pointed him out. He had come in through the
stage door where he had followed the sound of the singing.
Mr. Janson surprised me when I found he had pretty much worked out what was
truly going on. Although he didn't have any commands remaining in his mind, he
had experienced something similar with a girlfriend back in the days of
Woodstock. His girlfriend had apparently misunderstood what her talent was,
thinking her voice had some magical quality that made others follow it. Mr.
Jason and his fellow hippies eventually became addicted to his girlfriend's
ability to get them excited and aroused during their group singing. Three of
his friends killed themselves a few days following her own death which was
caused by a drug interaction. She had taken twelve different kinds of drugs
believing they would help her increase her singing's power.
When the gym classes finished singing 'It's Still Rock And Roll To Me' and
didn't start another right away, Mr. Jason noticed us looking at him. He simply
smiled and nodded, then turned around and closed the door behind him as he left.
I couldn't help notice the tear he had shed, nor the tent in his pants. Mr.
Jason hadn't worn underwear since the only woman he ever loved mentioned she
wished he wouldn't wear them. His love for her had equated to the love for
music, so he found happiness sharing it with the students he taught.
After a few minutes of discussing this, we put another invisible quarter in
Joey's Juke box and played a few more before sending our entertainment to the
locker rooms.
"Joey?" Suzi said as we climbed down off the bleachers to leave.
"Yes, Sweetness?"
"Do you have a favorite song?"
Joey and I looked at each other, knowing we both had come to the same
conclusion.
"Suz?" I said, kissing the back of her hand again. "Joey and I... Well.."
Joey broke in with, "Remember when you played Stand By Me at Tim's house over
the summer? While you and the twins were moaning and groaning on the bed, Tim
and I like, listened to the words."
"It was like we had never really heard it before," I continued. "That's why we
were holding each other when you finished."
Ben whispered to Kyle, then they both started humming, "Bmm Bmm Bmmm.... Bmmmm,
Bmm Bmm Bmmm.... Bmmmm, Bm Bmmm.... Bmmmm, Bm Bmmmm...." (etc).
Joey and I smiled, then Joey said, "This is just how we both feel," before we
both started singing.
"When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see,
No, I won't be afraid,
No, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.
"So, darling, darling, stand by me,
Oh, stand by me.
Oh, stand, stand by me,
Stand by me.
"If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea,
I won't cry, I won't cry,
No, I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me."
At that point we signaled all the girls to join us for the last bit as Kyle and
Ben continued their instrumental humming. Suzi joined in despite her eyes were
streaming with tears and her voice was shaky with emotion. We all walked down
the hall singing at the top of our lungs,
"So, darling, darling, stand by me,
Oh, stand by me.
Oh, stand, stand by me,
Stand by me....."
(Stand By Me: Ben E.King / J. Leiber - L. Stoller)
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
Chapter IX: 10th Grade, Fall 1986
Part 5 - The Drug Deal
(mc, mf)
"Hi, is Tracy home?" I asked an unshaven, beer-bellied man who had answered the
door.
"Yeah, she's here," he said in a husky, almost sleepy sounding voice. "TRACY!
DOOR!" he bellowed. "She'll be right out," he said and promptly shut the door
in my face.
I was tempted to have him ask me in, but I didn't see what the point would be.
After all, it took him ten minutes just to tear himself away from the football
game to answer the door the first time.
"HHHmmmm," I sighed, tapping my foot, patiently waiting. Another five minutes
went by, and I had just about had enough. I opened the door and walked right
in, making sure no one would notice my entrance.
I made my way upstairs, following the lock I had on Tracy's mind. When I
reached her room, I opened her door and walked right in, smiling at her
boyfriend as he started trying to cover himself up.
"Who the Fuck are you!" the skull tattooed senior demanded. "You better get the
fuck out before I fucken kill you."
"Yeah, yeah. Where did Tracy go? She was up here a moment ago... Oh there you
are," I said just as she gave out a shriek then dashed back into her bathroom.
"How did you get in here!" she said from behind the closed door.
"Your dad let me in," I lied. "I waited until you got done screwing before I
came in here. We did have an appointment, remember."
"Yeah?" her rather slow boyfriend said, standing up and pulling his jeans on.
"Well, your appointment just got canceled. And if you don't get the fuck out of
here, you're gonna need an appointment to get your ass reattached."
"Listen, Squeaky, she came to me to help her brother. So stop threatening me or
you'll be the one getting an appointment. With a shrink."
"How are you... SQUEAKY! You're S.O.L. now, dick head," he said, grabbing me by
the shirt and lifting me up to his face.
I looked in his eyes with a huge grin on my face, waiting and hoping he would
try something.
"Squeaky, put him down," Tracy said coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a
towel.
"But Trace! He's just asking for it. HEY! Stop looking at her like that!"
"Chris, put him down.. NOW! Scott really needs his help."
Chris dropped me, then gave me a little shove backwards. I caught my balance
easily, then almost retaliated. But the dumb ass wasn't worth my energy, so I
pretended he wasn't there.
"Tracy, we need to talk to Scott. I'm not exactly pressed for time, but I've
been waiting for nearly twenty minutes, and, well... Could we hurry it up a
little?"
"Scott and his two friends are in his room. Two doors down on the right. Just
give me a minute to get dressed.." she said, opening the door.
"Okay. Just don't take all day," I said, leaving the room.
"You too, Squeaky," she said.
"Why me? And why are two calling me Squeaky?"
I turned around and said, "Oh! Oh! Ehh!" in a real high pitched voice. And
after I coughed a few times from the effort, I had to leap down the hallway and
slam Scott's door in Chris's face.
As Chris banged on the door and bellowed his insults, I turned around towards
the three boys who were quickly hiding something from sight.
"Chris.. Shut the fuck up," I commanded when I got tired of hearing him. "Go
down stairs and be a couch potato like Tracy's parents."
"Uh, yeah... Okay," I heard him say through the door.
"Sorry I didn't knock, but uhm, Sque.. I mean Chris... Oh never mind. Do yah
mind if I hang with you guys for a few minutes. He's not as stupid as he
looks."
"No one could be that stupid," one of them said. "Yeah, I guess it's okay."
"Cool. Hey, did you know that Miss August last year was the sister of Miss
November? They even have the same tits."
"Uhm, what do you mean?" another one said.
"Oh, come on guys. I used to do the same thing when I was your age. I still
do, but only to keep up with the latest shit. Something about centerfolds...
You just don't outgrow them, even when you get to sample the real thing all the
time."
"Yeah? Uhm, like how many real ones have you seen?" the first one asked.
"Hmm. I don't know. A lot. Oh, by the way. I'm Tim."
"I'm Scott, that's Darren, and he's Dwight," the first one said.
"Hey Darren, you can zip up and stuff," I said to the silent one. "Like I said,
I used to do the same thing. Joey and I jerked each other off every day for
months before I got into doing stuff with Suzi."
The three of them turned red, and Darren continued to sit so his open fly
couldn't be seen.
"Your sister has pretty nice tits," I said. "Pity she only lets dick heads like
Chris see them."
"Did you touch them?" Dwight asked with extreme interest.
"Nope. She came out of the bathroom naked after I walked in her room. She shot
back into the bathroom before Chris had even a chance to get his underwear on."
"See?" Scott said. "I told you they were doing it."
"So? You promised we would see them do it," Dwight said.
"Yeah, and you said you locked the door too," Darren finally spoke while he
zipped up.
"Sorry," Scott said.
"Hey Scott. You ever see your sister naked?" I asked.
"A long time ago. Before she had any boobs."
"You said you've seen them all the time!" Darren said, getting a little upset.
"Chill, dude," I said. "Like you've never told them something that wasn't true.
Like how you played doctor with your cousin."
"Hey! How did you know about that!" Darren said.
"Your cousin told me," I said. "Anyway, if Tracy doesn't hurry the hell up, you
all might get to see her tits, live. What is she do... Oh brother.. Okay,
guys. Time to have your first real female anatomy lesson..."
I led the questioning boys to Tracy's door, then whispered, "Listen. As long as
you don't make any sound, she won't know you're in there. So stay quiet!"
I opened the door slowly, and managed to usher them all in and close the door
before they realized what they were seeing. All three of them gasped, but Tracy
didn't hear them. Probably because she was too busy frigging herself.
Tracy was laying on the bed, her panties and jeans were down around her ankles,
while her legs were spread wide for all to see. She had gotten dressed, but
since she hadn't cum earlier, she decided to finish the job herself.
I walked up to the foot of the bed and knelt down, getting a straight on view
into her love canal. I signaled to the rest several times to join me, but they
never moved away from the door. So I stood up and was about to turn to leave
when Tracy suddenly noticed me standing there.
I sent the command I had ready in case that happened, causing her to gasp. The
gasp wasn't from shock or surprise, but from the pleasure she had felt when she
realized she was being watched.
She felt my gaze burning holes right straight through her, and her eyes never
left mine as her arousal continued to build. I smiled a friendly smile, then
turned my head back towards the boys, and Tracy naturally followed my gaze.
The moan she gave out seeing three more peeking Tims startled her innocent
audience, who then opened the door and fled. I looked back at the orgasming
female, then just shrugged and followed the boys out, intentionally leaving the
door wide open.
Scott's door was locked this time, so I used my key chain screwdriver to unlock
it. I sent the commands so they wouldn't see me, and quietly slipped in.
As I suspected, the three were pounding their little meats like crazy. But
their fun suddenly came to a halt when Scott opened his eyes for a moment.
I don't know who was surprised more, me or Scott. He could see me.
"How did you get in!" he said as he quickly snapped his underpants over his
twinky.
"I, uh, just came in," I stuttered.
"Who are you talking to?" Darren said worried.
"But I locked the door. I'm sure I did," Scott said after giving Darren a
strange look. He got up and pressed the lock button, then opened the door which
made a satisfying click. During his inspection, I was madly scanning his mind
trying to find out why he could see me.
"I guess the lock is acting up again," he sighed. Then he grinned and asked me,
"Did she throw anything at you?"
"Nope," I grinned back. "I think she almost asked me to join her."
"Wow. You think she will tell on me? She did see us, didn't she?"
"Yeah, she saw you, but I doubt she'll say a word. Unless it's to drop you a
hint she was going to do it again. I think you will be seeing a whole new side
of your older sister. Besides the one you just saw."
"What do you mean? You think she..."
"WHO are you TALKing to?" Dwight asked.
"Are you feeling okay?" Darren added.
"Huh? What do you mean, who?" Scott said confused.
"Oh, sorry. Uhm, Scott, don't get alarmed, okay? I'm gonna do something kinda
weird, but I'm not gonna hurt anyone."
"What are you going... Darren? Dwight? What did you do to them!" Scott said.
"They're asleep. And so should you, if you weren't somehow immune. Hmm. This
is going to make things a little harder on you, but.."
"Wake them up, or I'm gonna start SCREAMING!" Scott said getting very alarmed.
You see, this wasn't something I had given a lot of though about. I never had
imagined finding someone who was immune to my control this early in my life, or
what I would do if I suddenly found myself unable to flip a little mental switch
inside someone's head when I was losing control of a situation.
But luckily I did work out a alternative to knocking the kid over the head with
a vase.
"Scott, look at me. Do I look like I could hurt anyone? Look deep in my eyes.
Can you see anything there that would harm you, or your friends? Look deeper.
See how nice I am? Nice and friendly Tim. You can relax, and let you good
friend Tim take care of things. That's it, just relax. Here, I'll help you.
There now. Sitting on the floor is so much more comfortable... And now maybe
you would like to lay down too.. That's it... so peaceful... So relaxed.
Soo...
"OUCH!" I cried when Tracy banged the door against my head.
"No no.. everything is okay. Just lay back down and relax... that's it... nice
and relaxed."
"What the hell are you doing?" Tracy said in a surprisingly calm voice.
I waved her towards the bed, making her stay silent and still until I finished
with her brother.
"Now, Scott, I want you to trust me. I'm here to help you with those drug
dealers.. No no, it's okay. Don't worry. Timmy's going to take care of them
for you. That's better. But I need you to trust me. I'm not going to hurt
anyone, especially not you. I can tell you want to trust me.. Trust me to help
you, and be a good friend.. That's it. You are trusting me, trusting me more
and more. You can feel the trust grow and grow, trusting me like you have never
trusted anyone. That's right... No, now you're going too far... We don't love
each other.. No.. I'm your friend.. You're my friend. That's right,
buddies... Okay, Scott. You're feeling more alert, and more aware of yourself
and your surroundings.. More alert, feeling even more aware, and now.. you're
awake."
Scott sat up blinking slightly, then said, "Wow, that was neat. Can you
hypnotize anyone?"
"Probably. Oh, uhm, Tracy, you can move and speak now."
"Scott, are you okay?" Tracy said, immediately getting up and circling around
towards him.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Good, then.. RUN AND GET HELP!" she said tackling me as I was trying to get
up.
Scott didn't react right away, then dashed out the door. But as I gently laid
his sister on the floor asleep, he came back in and said, "Tracy, I don't think
he's.."
"Scott, shut the door, k? We need to talk," I said as I made her more
comfortable.
"Uhm, you're not going to.. do anything to her are you?" he said after closing
the door.
"No. Here, help me straighten your pals out so they don't feel stiff when I
wake them later... Heh, Darren's having a naughty dream about your sister.."
"He is? How can you tell?"
"The same way that I also know you're thinking about feeling your sister's tits
when I'm not looking. The same way I know you're wondering if I'm reading your
mind, and if I am... a pink elephant wearing a sweater with a big letter A on
it. Yes, I can hear you. No, I'm not an angel. And no, I don't care if you
take a quick feel, but don't take too long."
"Ewww! They're like I thought, just sorta.. smaller I guess."
"Okay, that's enough. I'm sure you'll get your fair share of squeezing tits
when you get some hair on your dick. I said that's enough. Scott, I'm going to
wake her up in three, two, one.. Shit. Okay. Wakey Wakey, Tracy."
Tracy's eyes snapped open, then she immediately said, "Scott! What the fuck do
you think you're dooooinnggg, OH!"
"I heard Chris talking about your little buttons you like pushed," Scott said,
giving Tracy's areola another nibble through her tight shirt. "If I ever figure
out what knob he was talking about..."
"Scott.. Please... Stop? You're my.. my.. you're my brothER," Tracy said,
fighting her own arousal at the concept of her brother doing what he was doing.
It was wrong to her, but incredibly erotic at the same time.
But Scott wasn't fighting his newly discovered source of arousal at all. If
anything, he was trying make it grow even more. Even though the idea was
tempting to me, I really didn't want to encourage it while they were on my time.
I didn't directly interfere however. Just set things in motion.
"Hey twerp, have you seen Trac... FUCK!" Chris said when he opened the door.
"You're going to die, you piece of shit!" he said reaching for the startled
Scott.
But Tracy came to his rescue.
"Chris... I want you... NOW! Please? I gotta have you here, right now!" Tracy
cried, moving her hands to her pants button.
"Oh, for crying out loud," I said. "Chris, put Scott down and get your skinny
ass out of your clothes. Tracy, go take a shit, then clean your ass up real
good. Scott, in your sister's room, in her night stand, middle drawer, inside
a yellow box there's a tube of KY and some condoms. Go get the box for me,
please?"
Scott shot out of the room, excited by the mention of condoms.
"Oh, I'm soooo horny.. Hurry up Chris.." Tracy said from the bathroom.
"You hurry up. You're the one whose shitting," Chris responded. "Hey, what the
fuck are you getting undressed for?" he asked me.
"Because while your squeaking your head off, I'm going to take her other
cherry."
While Tracy groaned from my words, Chris said, "The fuck you are! No fucken
underclassman is going to fuck my fucken girlfriend. So put your fucken clothes
on and get the fuck out of here before I fuck you up."
"But you want me too," I stated.
"You bet your fucken ass I do. If you don't fucken fuck her fucken ass, I'll
fucken grind your face into the fucken sidewalk."
"Shit," Scott said, hearing the end of it when he came back with the box.
"Oh.. Hurry up you guys..." Tracy said, walking in with her legs spread as far
apart as she could manage. Her fingers were dipping in and out of her cunt, and
her eyes were fully glazed over with lust.
"Scott, just don't stand there. You're going to get your first blow job."
"No... I can't give my own brother head.... OHH!!!"
Thinking about blowing Scott had triggered the rise of an orgasm. I was
planning to build her arousal up to a high point then hold it there, and I
managed to put a cap it before she reached the point of no return.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to taste your baby brother's little cock while
you make Squeaker squeak and I fuck your ass?"
"OHH!! GOD!! DO IT! FUCK ME!" Tracy said, laying on the ground with her legs
straight up in the air, humping her own hand as she desperately tried to bring
her blocked orgasm to blow.
"Women," Chris said before he got on top of her and started humping away.
Scott stood there holding the open box with his mouth hanging slightly open. He
hadn't moved since Chris threw the condom wrapper at him and put the latex skin
on. Something told me Scott wasn't quite ready to see much more than he already
had. I sighed and pulled my briefs back up over my disappointed dick.
"Oh well, I wasn't looking forward to trying out one of these things anyway," I
said to myself as I tossed the condom I had taken back into the box.
I reset Chris back to his normal "no one fucks her but me" self, and took the
cap off Tracy's orgasm. When I saw that Tracy had lost the arousal she had
earlier, mostly due to Chris's pathetic fucking, I sat down next to Scott and
pulled him down to sit beside me.
"See how he's doing that? That is exactly the way NOT to do it. All he's doing
is trying to get himself off, and not paying any attention to Tracy. Now
watch.." I said, beginning to alter Chris's jerking motions.
I slowed him down and got him to apply more stimulus to Tracy's 'knob', and had
Chris try a little necking, instead of the gung ho full out tongue feast.
"Hmm, what do you think? Should I keep him from cumming until she does? They
could be doing it for a while."
"Uhm, I don't know. Could we wake up Dwight and Darren? I did promise them
they could see it."
"Okay, but then you and I go and talk while they dirty their minds with it. I
didn't come here to do this."
Once the other two were transfixed by the show, I led the unresisting Scott out
the door, his eyes never leaving the two humping bodies on the floor until they
went out of sight. We entered Tracy's room and I shut the door.
"Why are you going to help me?" Scott finally asked. "I've never even seen you
before today.."
"Your sister came to me for the money, and before I found out you were immune
against my, er, influence, I figured when you got older you could pay us back
with your services. But now... I'm still going to help you, I just don't know
what your end of the bargain will be."
"So.. I'll have to pay the money back to you later?" Scott said uncomfortably.
"No. There won't be any money involved. Scott, I said I'm going to help you.
And I'll do it for free if it comes down to it. I just don't want to get in the
habit of doing this all the time without getting something back for it. But
your case is different than the rest since I can't directly condition you for
something once you agree to do it."
"Oh. So I'm not going to have to pay anybody? For any of it?"
"Stop right there, Scott. If all you can think about is buying drugs with the
money you already have, I'll just leave right now. Part of the deal is you
never use that shit again."
"UrK! Never? But. I don't know if I can pro.. Tim! Wait! I'll try. Really,
I'll try. But, it's all I think about. It makes me feel good."
I looked in his desperate face. Twelve years old, and already addicted. He was
strongly considering taking the guy's offer and selling the shit to his class
mates to pay back the money he owed. But Scott didn't realize that at the rate
he was going, he would never have paid it off. He would have always owed money,
either from the so called interest of his original loan, or from supporting his
own habit. He had swallowed the bait, and the hook was imbedded in his
intestinal tract.
I picked him up and carried the surprised twelve year old over to Tracy's bed
and tossed him flat on his back.
"STAY!" I said when he started to get up. "If you move, I'm outta here. I'll
be right back."
I went straight to Scott's room, ignored the two tired and still horny
teenagers, grabbed the arms of Scott's two friends and dragged them out.
After I got them in Tracy's room, the two pouting boys complained very loudly
until I told them they were in deep shit if they didn't shut up.
I locked the door, closed the blind on the window, and shut the door to the
bathroom. When I was sure the room was as secure as it could be, I said, "All
three of you, take your clothes off, everything but your underwear, and no
whining!"
Only Scott started to follow orders, and he wasn't moving too quickly.
"Trust me, guys. It will feel good, and it isn't dirty or gross. If you want,
leave your pants on for now. Just take off your shirts and climb on the bed." I
coaxed. After I took another glance at Tracy's twin bed, I said, "Then again,
maybe we should do this on the floor."
Dwight and Darren looked at each other, then took off their shirts, with Dwight
taking his undershirt off also. I had them all lay down on their backs around
me so I could reach each of their chests and arms.
"Scott, I'm not sure if this will work with you, but if it doesn't, there's
something else that I know will. Just relax, guys. I won't do anything without
letting you know ahead of time.
"Do you remember the first time you looked at a playboy and really liked the way
it made you feel?" I asked.
They all gave positive replies, probably because it hadn't been more than a few
months ago.
"That first playboy, do you still get excited looking at it?"
I got mixed replies, so I said, "When you went to school the day after you all
saw it for the first time, you guys couldn't wait for school to get out so you
could look at it again. But now, it doesn't really make you that horny because
you looked at it so much you got tired of it. Especially when you got a new
one, right?"
They agreed to the last part, so I went on.
"I used to do the same thing. But after looking at so many, they stopped
getting me excited. I mean, I still enjoy looking at them, but I don't usually
pop a boner just by looking at a Penthouse or Playboy. But every once in a
while I do, even though I've seen the real thing and felt better things than I
ever did from looking at the pictures.
"I know this doesn't make sense right now. But you'll understand in a little
bit. Scott, I'm going to rub your chest, and try to make you feel good, okay?"
I started my rubbing, just swirling my hand over his young chest. As I thought,
I wasn't able to stimulate his nerves to make my caresses feel better than my
physical rubbing provided. I had already found he couldn't receive my
telepathic messages, and my commands didn't work on him either. But yet I could
read his thoughts and the sensations his nerves transmitted from any part of his
body. And there was something else I hadn't tried..
"Hey, I'm gotta concentrate for a minute or two, so just hang tight while I'm
doing it," I said, stopping my rubbing.
I focused on finding Joey's mind, searching for its familiar feel and.. hmm,
words fail to describe it. It's like a seventh sense or something. Like Joey's
mind had a different 'taste' or 'smell' to it than anyone else's, just as
everyone had their own unique flavor. I basically used my mental sniffer to
lead me to him. After I learn their 'scent' I can usually find a person if they
weren't too far away from me. Actually, the limitation to this was not
distance, but the number of minds between us. And I want to stress it resembled
the sense of taste more than smell, but we don't use our tongues as a
directional sensory input. At least I know I don't.
I found Joey talking to his dad about somehow affording a second car. I
apologized for intruding, and quickly explained what I was trying to do. After
he formed a share link, I opened my eyes and looked down at Scott.
"Scott, if this works, you have to promise to do only what I tell you to do, and
not play with what I'm going to share with you in a moment. You promise?"
"What are you going to do?" Dwight said, getting bored of laying around.
"Yeah," Scott said. "Tell me first, otherwise I can't really promise anything,
can I?"
"Fine. I'm going to try and share my telepathic power with you. Just for a
little while."
"Your tele.. power?" Scott said uncertain.
"You mean you can read minds?" Dwight said, just now figuring it out.
"So that's how you knew... Hey, you don't read our thoughts all the time, do
you?" Darren asked.
"No," I said to Darren. "But you just gave yourself away, you know. Don't
worry, your secret is safe with me." And no, I'm not telling you either. Well,
okay. Since you insist. But he doesn't wet his bed anymore anyway. At least I
hope not. He's probably married by now.
"Uhm, okay, Tim. I promise," Scott said, pulling my attention back to the task
at hand.
I had great difficulty forming a sharing link with Scott. I felt like I was
trying to hold two repelling magnets together. I could do it, but it took a lot
more effort to keep the link from dissolving.
"Okay, this is harder than I thought it would be, so we'll have to do this kinda
quick. Scott, look at Dwight and try feeling my hand on his chest. Don't try
making it happen, just pretend like you already can."
I started rubbing Dwight's chest, and after a minute or two of coaxing and
reassuring him, Scott suddenly gasped and said "I can feel it!"
"Good. Now just keep concentrating on that. Dwight, I'm going to be changing
how it feels in a moment, just so you know.
"Okay Scott. You remember what I was saying about the Playboys? Lots of things
can make you feel good. But most things only do that a few times before you get
used to it, or get tired of it, or find something better. Like my rubbing his
chest. It felt pretty good at first, then you two got used to it. But it still
makes you feel better than if I stop.... See? Now I start again, and it makes
you happier.
"But what if you could do something to make it feel a lot better, like this," I
said, increasing the amount of pleasure he felt from my caresses.
The two boys gasped, and Dwight let out a moan.
"Hey, what about me?" Darren said, feeling left out.
"Don't worry. You'll have your turn. Scott. Hey, snap out of it. I'm not
doing this for the fun of it. This feels really good, right? Okay, I'm going
to put it back to normal now.."
They groaned when I did, and Dwight was going to sit up to complain when he
realized I was still rubbing his chest. And after the warning look I gave him,
he kept his mouth shut.
"Scott? Keep your mind on what I'm doing. Does my rubbing his chest still feel
nice?"
"Uhm, I don't know... Could you do that again?"
"No. Not on Dwight. Okay, answer me this. Now that I stopped rubbing all
together, do you miss my normal rubbing at all?"
"Not really," Dwight admitted. "I'd rather feel that awesome rub you did."
"Yeah. Please? It was cool," Scott begged.
"Just think about this first. Say I did that to you for five seconds every day
for a week, or a month even. Do you think you would ever enjoy a regular rub
after that?"
"Uhm, yeah, I guess," Scott replied. "I mean, it still feels better than
nothing at all."
"But what if I told you if I did do it for five seconds every day for a month,
by the end of the month you wouldn't. Just like when you got that second
playboy. The first one just wasn't as good as it used to be. When you find
something better, other things don't please you as much as they did. Even if
those five second bursts didn't burn your pleasure center out a little, little
things like chest rubs just wouldn't be worth your time to feel anymore."
"Hey, when is it my turn?" Darren asked while no one else spoke.
I looked at Darren and thought to him, "If you don't stop asking that, you won't
get a turn. Understand?"
Darren nodded his head, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Dwight, I'm going to do the opposite of what I did before. It won't hurt.
Just relax and wait it out. Okay Scott. This is what Dwight would feel like
for the rest of his life if I did do it for a month."
"Oh.." Dwight said as he felt the normal sensations of his body deaden. I was
simulating my understanding of what Ben felt every day. It wasn't actually
painful or overly uncomfortable, just dull and lacking the everyday pleasures.
"Now, do you want to trade a few minutes of intense pleasure for this?"
"No..." Scott admitted.
"Please... stop." Dwight said, fighting the depression he was starting to feel.
"Just another few moments.. There. How's that."
"Much better. Can I sit up now? I don't want to do that any more."
"Yeah, you're done. Scott? Do you understand what I'm trying to show you?"
"I guess. You're saying if I don't stop smoking those things Kendle sells, I'll
feel like I'm half dead all the time. But what about Kendle? If you're not
going to pay him the money, and I don't sell the stuff for him.."
"That's what I really want to talk to you about. But let me give Darren his
turn before we get into that."
"Uhm, will I have to feel the bad part too?" Darren asked.
"Yep. You can't laugh if you never cry. It's the way life works. If I only
let you feel the good part and not the bad part, you would get depressed or
something on your own. At least when I do it, you get it over with. Ready?"
"I don't want to do it at all then," Darren said. "I'm happy enough without
it."
"I wish I hadn't," Dwight admitted. "I'm still feeling kinda numb."
I checked Dwight out just in case I forgot something, but it was only his
imagination and I told him so. Then I sent a pulse of pleasure through Darren's
body, using the same nerve signals that reward us when we stretch. Nothing
amplified and nothing unnatural, except for the method of triggering it.
After the two boys went home and I checked on Tracy and Chris, Scott and I made
plans for meeting Kendle the next morning. I made Tracy and Chris forget
everything about me, but I only made Darren and Dwight unable to talk about what
I had done. I figured they might have learned something. No, I'm not talking
about the dirty stuff.
I picked Scott up the next morning in the only car my family owned that wasn't a
limo. My mom's Buick LeSabre seemed cramped after riding in the limos all time,
but because I wasn't sixteen yet, it was the only car my mom would let me drive.
She almost didn't let me drive it all that day because it was raining pigs and
sheep. You know.. More than cats and dogs, but not as much as horses and cows.
(I wonder if it could rain elephants..)
I suppose I missed out on one of life's little experiences. You see I never had
to learn how to drive. I just copied the knowledge from a few of the chauffeurs
and instantly became an experienced automobile operator. And that's the only
reason she let me take the car that day.
Scott went to the same Jr. High school that I had gone to, but I was surprised
how much it had changed in past year and a half. Actually, I realized that it
hadn't changed all that much, I just had grown taller and everything seemed
smaller than it used to. Sort of like visiting the first grader's bathroom in
the elementary school. I couldn't believe how little the urinal and stuff was.
I remember having to stand on my tip toes just to take a pee!
Of course there weren't any little urinals there to judge how much I had grown,
but the lockers, the halls, everything like that appeared different than I
remembered.
Anyway, Kendle was a little man who from a distance appeared to be just a tall
Jr. Higher. He wore clothes that helped him blend in, and if I hadn't seen the
glint of his money clip, I would of had to ask Scott or scan the crowd to know
which one was him. Because it was raining, he had moved his operation into a
crowded hallway that didn't have any classrooms along it, and thus no teachers
to worry about. We had called that hall the blind hall because you could get
away with stuff without the adults seeing it. But I'm pretty sure Kendle never
tried selling his shit there when I went to that school.
Kendle had 'hired' a few of the school's bullies to keep order and do a lot of
his work for him. In fact, Kendle only seemed to hold the money while his three
lackeys did the rest, and didn't come around to do that but once a week. While
Scott wasn't as big as those three boys, he probably would be the next year.
And that's when I confirmed my suspicion that Kendle deliberately misled Scott
into the mess he was in now.
As soon as someone noticed my head coming their way, all the activity stopped
and Kendle seemed to suddenly disappear from view. When I reached the
dissipating crowd, I walked up to the locker he had been leaning on, and leaned
against it myself.
"Scott here tells me he owes you some money. I'm here to clear his bill," I
said, not appearing to be talking to anyone.
Scott looked around, trying to see where Kendle was hiding. Because Scott was
just as short as everyone else there, he hadn't seen what I had. And there was
also the fact I could sense Kendle's presence behind the modified locker door I
was currently blocking with my body.
"If you know what's good for you, you better be here to pay up," came the
muffled reply a minute later.
I almost let my momentary fear show when I realized he was slipping his gun out
of its shoulder holster, just in case I planned to turn him in.
"That's what I said, isn't it?" I lied. "Look, I've got three more stops to
make before I can go fuck a few of my bitches. So if it's all the same to you,
I'd just like to get this over with. Do you want the cash or not?"
"Yeah, right. You're carrying fourteen hundred dollars on your person? You're
either very stupid or.."
"Or very dangerous. Yeah. And I'm only paying the original bill plus the
national interest. That comes out to be three hundred fifty three dollars and
forty two cents. Take it or leave it. I'd advise you to take it. I don't
usually pay the interest, but I'm in a generous mood."
"That's very kind of you. I'll be even more generous. Give me the money now,
and I'll subtract it from his bill and not charge him the interest on that
portion of his total loan."
"Justin Peter Kass, alias JP Kendle. Born November first, nineteen sixty two.
Two arrests in drug peddling, both failed to go to court due to lack of
evidence. Your net profits have been, shall we say, respectable for the past
six months working the Jr. High market, and you are currently on the run from
police for a crime you actually didn't commit. Your girlfriend is threatening
to throw you out, and you haven't fucked since last Tuesday. You had cold
spaghetti for breakfast, and the last time you took a shit, you told yourself
you needed to eat more salad. Shall I go on?"
"Mister, you have no idea how close you are from death right now. Now why don't
you move away from the locker slowly before my friend over to your right cuts
your friend's heart out."
"Your friend doesn't look too well. In fact he's about to pass out.. SCOTT,
tie him up or something. We'll deal with him later. Okay boys and girls.. the
shows over. Go on, move along. Not you three. Go sit down by those lockers.
"Kass, it appears I'm going to have to teach you a lesson about respecting the
sanctity of childhood. Your time is... Shit! You really were going to pull the
trigger, weren't you! Okay, no more playing," I said moving away from the
locker. "Get the fuck out of there!"
The locker door was hinged at the top, which had allowed him to disappear
without anyone seeing the locker open and close like you would normally. But
this time, the locker opened very visibly, Kass having flung it open, hoping to
hit me with it. He missed, but only because I had leapt out of the way when I
felt his surge of anger.
His gun was aimed straight at me, and he had a deadly fury in his eyes. He
smiled a viscous little smile, then said, "I think we are going to go for a
little walk."
I imitated his smile and said, "I think you're going to drop the gun and go with
these nice police officers and confess everything you have done since were born.
I imagine you will be very popular in the big pen. They like little boys like
you."
The police officer held a gun on him as I reached out and took Kass's gun from
his hand. I then showed the empty clip to the stunned man, then said, "Look in
your pocket."
Kass did so under the very careful eye of the three policemen who were about to
place him under arrest. When he saw the bullets he had unknowingly emptied from
the clip, he looked up and watched me walk away.
"I can't believe you did that," Scott said when he caught up. "You didn't say
anything about a gun."
"I didn't think he would be stupid enough to have one on him inside a school.
Well, you'll have to clean the rest of this mess up yourself. I've made sure
the three guys who were helping him sell the shit tell the cops everything.
They fell for the same thing you did. They overspent and then couldn't pay him
back. Scott, no one remembers anything about me. They all think you stood up
to him and called him out. And since my job is done here, I'll see you in about
two years, okay?"
"Uhm.. I guess, uhm. Thanks," Scott said, not wanting to show he was hurt at
my attempt for a quick departure.
"Hey, Scott?" I called after him.
"You're welcome!" everyone around him yelled.
His smile faded when he turned around and saw I was gone. But it didn't go away
all together. He knew he would get his chance to hang with me, and for now he
was the hero of the day.
I couldn't blame him for wanting to hang with me. After all, I could make
things happen. But Scott wasn't ready for my kind of fun, and a part of him
knew that. He wanted to try a few things out on his own before he joined my
merry group. He also swore to himself to pay me back somehow, and neither of us
dreamed that he would do just that, with interest. And not with national
interest, but the Kendle kind.
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