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The first 10 chapters of this story are available at:
http://www.mcstories.com/Tim/

And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in 
_The Book_'s Universe are also available at:
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>This posting contains:

Chapter XI(e):  10th Grade, Spring 1987
      Part 11 - Ghosts of Lovers Past           (mf oral)
      Part 12 - The Power of Dreams             (mfm)
      Part 13 - Where the Path Leads            (mc mf)
      Part 14 - Prisoners                       (mm)

Chapter XII(a):  10th Grade, Summer 1987
      Part 1 - Deeper Into the Depths of Hell   (MC, mf, mfm, mm, brainwashing)


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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 11 - Ghosts of Lovers Past
(mf, oral)

I guess the biggest thing I regretted about my little drinking episode was
missing the meeting with Teri.  So when Teri showed up at my doorstep a week
later, I more than happily let her in for a.... chat.

"So, you here on business or pleasure?" I asked her with a suggestive grin as we
sat down on the living room's couch

"Both, actually," she said letting her eyes roam the room.

"Oh?" I said, realizing she wasn't really here for a fuck.

"Yeah.  If you can turn yourself invisible, can you do the same to me?"

"Uhm, well..." I hesitated, not really sure where this was leading.

She finally looked at me, then gave me this very seductive yet business like
look while her hand petted my crotch.

"If you help me with a little problem I have, I'll make it worth your trouble,"
she said, finding my dick responding very nicely to her hand's movements.

"Uhhh...  I think we can come to some kind of arrangement.. But there's more to
it than you think," I said, leaning back and relaxing.

"Like?" she said, lifting my legs up onto the couch, making sure my cock wasn't
left unstimulated for more than a second.

"Well like I would have to be with you," I said, enjoying the handling she was
giving me.

"Oh?  You're not just trying to make me have to take you along, are you?" she
said, unzipping my jeans, finding to her surprise I hadn't worn anything
underneath.

"No, nothing like that," I said, spreading my legs a bit more so my dick came
free of the flap.  My one eye monster started rising up from its lair, and
before her nerve could get a chance to give out, I said, "You see, I wasn't
really invisible.  I just made you think you couldn't see me."

"Huh?" she said, taking her eyes off my half risen member to look at my face.
"You mean you just tricked us?"

"No, not tricked.  Just made your mind ignore where I was sorta.  I just made
you not see me, that's all."

"So what's the difference," she said, looking back down at my dick before taking
a grip of it like a joystick.

"The difference is, I could make people unable to see you, but I would have to
do it to each person, and things like security cameras would see us as plain as
day."

"It's not like I want to go rob a bank or anything," she said, experimenting
with different holds and trying some jerking motions out.

"I'm glad to hear that.  So are you going to tell me?  Or are you planning to
wait until I beg you to blow me and have me agree to whatever you want."

"Your penis is a lot different than the one I've played with before," she said,
changing the topic and moving her head closer to it.

"It's not really any different than the standard issue.  What was his like?"

"Smaller.  It was a while back.  He hadn't even started growing hair under his
arms yet," she said with a distant smile.

"I take it you two did more than just feel each other's privates," I said.

"Terry was afraid to do anything more than touch.  I hadn't even kissed another
human being until Nancy let me join the group and showed me how.  You're the
first guy I've even seen naked since seventh grade, let alone the first I ever
actually tasted."

Her hand had worked my dick up to its hardest form, and I wasn't in the speaking
mood as she edged her face closer and closer to it.

I got a vibe from her that told me she was working herself up to do it, but she
didn't really want to, or at least not to me anyway.  So before she could commit
herself, I said her name and locked my eyes on hers to form an empathic
connection.

I felt her deep desire for something or someone pushing her to do what she had
to do to get my help.  I refrained from using my telepathic abilities to find
out the details, having decided to try and cool it with them until I got out of
hot water with my mom.  But I did command my hardon to go down, and I felt her
relief mix with her despair.

"Did I do something wrong?" she said confused.

"No, I did.  I almost took advantage of..  Hey! I'll help you.  You don't have
to do that," I said when her tongue licked my flaccid member long ways.

"Shit," I said, feeling how nice her mouth and tongue felt.  For a first timer,
Teri wasn't all bad.  She got my dick back up to full hardness very quickly, and
was making some really nice sucking and licking sounds.

Without really thinking about it, I peeked in her head to see what she was
getting from it.  I found that while she hadn't actually done it before, she had
often thought about doing it, eventually finding it her strongest turn on.  But
she still had strong feelings for the boy with the similar name as hers, and had
only been nervous about trying it on someone who wasn't him.

But now she was living an old fantasy, one which she would relive many times
after trying it with me.  She licked it up and down for several minutes,
painting it with her spit and breath.  Then she explored my scrotum and
eventually gently sucked each testicle into her mouth to bathe them with her
saliva.

Teri's tongue returned to licking my cock up and down, then lapped up the precum
that oozed out my piss slit like it was sweet nectar from a honeysuckle bloom.
Once that was gone, she began teasing the crown with her tongue, then suddenly
took it inside her mouth and started sucking with vigor.

Her inexperience started to show there, finding her sucking without much rhythm
and having no other motion besides the strong suction she was supplying.  I
realized she believed she could just suck it out of me like that, so I gently
started to pull her head up then down, and she quickly got the idea.

After a minute of unsteady bobbing up and down, she pulled herself out from
underneath my legs and got between them on her knees.  We quickly decided to
move to the floor, finding the couch getting very confining, and while we were
at it, Teri pulled my pants the rest of the way off and grasped each of my ass
cheeks as she began her bobbing again.

Every time she sensed I was getting close, she stopped and started to simply
lick my cock again.  I began noticing how one of her hands would let go of my
ass to disappear beneath her, and finally I used my foot to check her crotch,
finding her hand beneath the material.

As she rested from her latest round of humping my dick with her mouth, she
permitted me to rub her groin with my foot, and eventually started to lose
herself in it by meeting my rubs with some extra pressure.

Teri was somewhat reluctant however when I moved into a sixty-nine position. But
once my fingers were carefully working on stimulating her clit through her
clothes, she became very pliable, and forgot about my dick for several minutes.

But as I coaxed her still covered groin down to my face, she suddenly remembered
it and started to lick it once more.  She gasped when I started to dig into her
crotch with my nose, then found the fresh supply of precum I had been drooling
out.  I echoed her gasp from below as her tongue worked on my sensitive
cockhead, then began the slow process of pulling her jean-shorts down without
letting on I was doing so, and finally managed to undo the snap and fly while
she concentrated on bobbing her head.

The moment I began sucking on her wet silk panties, she accidentally swallowed
my dick from her gulp.  I wasn't sure who had the greatest reason to wiggling in
their pleasure, but we both did it, and after pausing a moment to catch out
breath, we tried it again.

I couldn't believe how quickly she had learned how to deep throat, but even
though this thought occupied some portion of my thoughts, most of my attention
was devoted to sucking her slowly humping crotch.  And when she started to
strain her pussy against my mouth, I knew she was getting close to cumming.

The next chance I had, I slipped my tongue beneath the cloth of her panties and
began licking the edges of her slit.  She paused and shuddered a moment, then
took my prick deep into her throat while applying an incredible amount of
suction.

The surge of pleasure from my crotch drove my tongue straight into her cunt,
just before my spunk started to flow.  I fucked her pussy as best as I could
while she pulled my dick head from her throat and started to sucking my cum into
her mouth as fast as she could.

After my dick stopped its spasming, she let it drop from her mouth and started
to gasp and grind her crotch into my face.  I had to hold her ass to prevent her
growing thrusts from hurting me, and had to recoil my tongue after I almost bit
it off.  My invisible tongue took its place, and as it probed even deeper than
my real one could, Teri's orgasm washed through her.

She collapsed on top of me when she was finished, then after getting her breath
back, she started cleaning up her face and my dick.  During her thorough
cleaning of my crotch, my dick not surprisingly recovered and was ready for
another go.

But it wasn't meant to be.  Just as I started to lap her fresh supply of pussy
juice, my mother poked her head in the room and said, "Are you two going to eat
dinner here when you finish?  Or am I eating alone tonight?"

The squawk I made was almost as high pitched as the shriek Teri made.  Even
though my mom and I have seen the other have sex before, I still got embarrassed
and a little upset about her seeing me, especially when it was with someone new.
So as Teri desperately pulled her panties and shorts back up, all I could do was
turn red and say "Uhm...Uhmm.... I..I..."

"I'll take that as a no," she said.

Teri's obvious astonished and envious stare at my mother's nude body brought a
sweet smile to my moms face, and then she added, "But you are very welcome to
stay for dinner if you like."

"I.. I'd like to, but...  I have to go now," Teri said, getting up, never taking
her eyes off my mom.

My mom slipped back around the corner without another word, and I struggled to
my feet long enough to pull Teri down to the couch.

"I really should go," Teri said nervously.

"I'm sorry if my mom spooked ya.  She didn't mean any harm.  She's used to going
around the house nude... and, well, it's her home too and..."

"You don't have to explain," she said.  "But I really do have to go.  I'll be in
deep trouble if I'm late for dinner again this week."

She was looking at my soft cock, yet trying to appear like she wasn't, then
looked up at my face when I took her hand in mine.

"Tell me what you came here for," I said looking her straight in the eyes.

Her gaze fell back to my dick, then she sighed and said, "I'm not sure anymore.
Ever since I moved away from Terry, I've been waiting for him...  I just wanted
to see him again without him knowing I was there and..."

"Huh?  Back up a little.  Why don't you want him to see you?"

She looked at me with a slight look of fear, then sighed and said, "You have to

swear never to tell another soul.  I'm not supposed to ever tell anyone..."

"I swear," I said, a little surprised at how serious she meant her words.  "I'm
good at keeping secrets."

(Er, well, I guess I'm telling all now, aren't I?  But it doesn't matter any
longer.  I've taken care of that.)

"I was born with the name Karen Garrison, and didn't start going by Teri until
about three years ago.  My dad saw something that someone didn't want him to
see, and after they blew his car up, he went to the feds... Anyway, we were
given new names and identities, and we moved here.  They didn't even let me say
good bye to.." she said, tearing up.

I waited for her to continue while rubbing her back to comfort her.  She took a
deep breath and said, "I don't know what he thinks happened to me.  I'm so
scared he hates me or something that I wanted to find out before I let him see
me."

"I don't understand something," I said when she didn't continue any further.
"Why are you all of a sudden anxious to find out after waiting three years?"

"Because a couple of months ago, he moved here.  He only lives three blocks away
from me, and knowing he's so close without being able to even let him see me is
killing me.  I was lucky to notice him walking his dog from my window, otherwise
we might have met on the corner or something.  I'm a nervous wreck from trying
to avoid him at school.  I've colored my hair and changed my hair cut, but I
know he'll recognize me if he gets a good look at my face."

"So you wanted me to make you invisible... to do what?  Sneak into his house at
night and whisper things in his ear while he sleeps?"

"I don't know..  But when you vanished in front of my eyes...  You're right,
though.  What am I going to do?  If I don't tell him and he finds out on his
own, he'll never forgive me."

I looked up at the clock, then did a quick scan of Teri's mind to see if she was
telling me everything I needed to know.  I only found her holding back her dying
hope of sucking him off while he couldn't see her, and understood why she
wouldn't tell me that part.

"Do you think he's home?" I said, thinking about what I wanted to do.

"What, now?" she said, a little unsure.

"Yes, now."

"Probably.  He spends most of his time after school up in his room doing
homework."

"Heh.  Sounds like you've been doing a little spying on him...  You said he
lives close to your house, right?  Let's drop by your place and have some grub,
then head over to his joint and play ghost."

"Oh," she said with mixed feelings. "I mean, I don't want to sound ungrateful or
anything, but I'm not sure if my mom will like me bringing someone home for
dinner without advance notice.."

"Don't worry about it.  She'll be absolutely thrilled."

I followed her home in my car and parked behind her in the driveway, getting a
nice view of her ass while she gathered her books from the floor of the back
seat.

"Shit," she said, under her breath after shutting her car door and checking her
watch.  "We're fifteen minutes late."

"No were not.  We're right on time," I grinned.

"No, you don't understand," she said, nervously glancing at the movement in a
window.

I followed her eyes and found her mother peering out through a small break of
the curtains just before the gap was pulled shut.

"You can set your watch by my mom.  Dinner is ready at five thirty on the dot,
no exceptions, no excuses.  The only thing she gets more upset about being late
for dinner is having uninvited guests over."

I felt her mother's eyes on us again, but couldn't determine where she was
peeking out at.  But as we stepped up onto the front porch, I found her mind as
she was just about to open the front door.

But instead of the raging mad mother Teri had expected, we were greeted with a
warm smile.

"You're just in time," her mother said, holding the door open for us.  "Dinner
is running a little late, but should be ready in about five minutes."

Teri's mouth dropped open, then managed to find her voice to say, "I'm sorry for
being late again, mom.  It took longer than I thought to finish our homework.
Tim's mom had to work late, and I sort of invited him to eat with us...  But if
there isn't enough..."

"Oh, don't be silly!" she fussed.  "I'm absolutely thrilled you finally got the
nerve up to ask someone home for dinner.  You know, she hasn't even gone out on
a date since Jr. High.." she said matter of fact like to me.

"Really?" I said, giving the astonished Teri a wink while her mother took my arm
in hers and led us towards the dining room.

Once we were settled in at the table and the food was starting to be passed
around, Teri leaned over and whispered, "What did you do to her?"

"Me?  What makes you think I did anything?" I said, not hiding my grin.

"Come on.  The last time I saw her this happy about sitting down to dinner with
someone else at the table was....  Before the you know what."

"Yes, ma'am.  I'll try anything that looks that good," I said answering her
mother instead of her.  I waited as a generous portion of a casserole was dipped
out onto my plate, finding it had all sorts of strange looking vegetables in it,
then cursed myself for having overdone the flattery bit when I discovered it
didn't really look all that great.

Teri and her younger brother were both grinning at me as I took a bite, and
after finding the taste not as bad as I had expected, I figured what the hell
and sent a few commands to my own taste processing center, making it taste like
a pizza with everything on it.

I ignored the looks I got from Teri, her brother, and her father as I chowwed
down on what was probably the healthiest pizza I would ever eat, and then
watched them eat while I sat back with a full tummy and an empty plate.  Even
Teri's mom was a bit astonished by my response to the casserole.  Apparently she
had never seen anyone enjoy her favorite dish except for her sister and father,
and even they had never shoveled it down like I had.

"Ahhh, that was <burp> 'scuse me, that was good.  Man, I'm so full I probably
could curl up on the couch and fall asleep in a second," I said sleepily.

"You can have mine, if you want it," Teri's brother, Kevin, muttered, spinning
his already loaded fork around in the middle of his still full plate.

"You eat your own, and maybe you'll grow up strong and healthy like Tim here
is," his mother scolded before taking my plate into the kitchen.

"If I had to eat stuff like that, I'd rather be a weakling," he said even
softer.  "You didn't really like it, did you?" he asked me.

"What, don't you like pizza?" I said with a grin.

"Pizza?" Kevin and Teri said, looking at their plates of gooey casserole.

"This doesn't taste anything like pizza," Kevin said after taking a small bite.

"It's just how you look at it," I said, pulling a red slice of some kind of
fleshy vegetable from Teri's plate beside me.  "First you have to look for the
things that look similar to what you find on a pizza.  This," I said, holding
the red slice over my mouth, "is pepperoni," then promptly took a bite out of
it.

"The noodles are like the bread, and there actually is cheese in it," I pointed
out.  "You have to use your imagination a little, but once you start seeing how
it resembles pizza, then you start telling yourself it is pizza while you're
eating it.  If you keep trying to taste the pizza in it, you'll start getting
little flashes of it tasting like pizza.  The harder you try, the more it will
taste like pizza, and pretty soon it doesn't taste like anything else."

Both Kevin and Teri were concentrating while chewing it, but it was their father
who suddenly gasped and said, "I can't believe it.  For a moment, it did taste
like pizza."

Their mom came back in from the kitchen and sat down to finish her own plate.
She was just about to take a bite when she noticed the look of concentration on
the other's faces.

"I think I'm starting to taste it too," Teri announced before taking a bigger
mouthful.

"Owhh!" Kevin whined.  "How come I haven't tasted it yet?"

"Taste what?" his mother asked.

"Pizza.  Tim said he made it taste like pizza, and that's why he could eat it."

"That's not exactly.." I protested.

"It's working!" Teri exclaimed.  "It's really starting to taste like pizza!"

"OWHHH!" Kevin whined even louder before looking down at his plate to give it a
really hard powerful stare.

Then suddenly Kevin blinked and looked at his fork.

"I know why!  You don't eat pizza with a fork," he said setting it down.  "You
eat it with your hands!"

Before anyone could stop him, he scooped some up off his plate with his right
hand and took a bite.  His look of surprise was quickly replaced with a wild
grin, then plopped the remaining handful back on the plate and started taking
mouthfuls right off the plate.

"Kevin!  Stop that!  You're making a mess!" his mother yelled.

But then his father tried it, followed by Teri, she sighed and watched them pig
out.

"I can't believe mom was the last one to finish eating!" Teri exclaimed after we
pulled out of her driveway.  "OH!  You never did say what you did to her."

"Oh yeah.  Sorry.  Your mom was pretty shook up from the car bomb and stuff.  I
just helped her forget some of the fear she had of someone finding you guys, and
she did the rest.  Which house is it?" I said, as we entered the street.

"Uhm, its the third on the left.  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

"Don't start getting nervous on me.  You came to me, remember?  I'm here and
ready to go, and if that's his room, I have the feeling he's up there."

"Why do you say that," she said, not seeing anything through the window.

"Like I said.  I have a feeling," I said, spotting who was obviously his dad
coming around from the back and heading into their garage.  "Come on.  We've got
ourselves a way in without having to ring the door bell."

I almost forgot to send the invisible commands before we entered the rather
crowded garage.  The man was trying to find something in one of several boxes
left over from the move, and was muttering under his breath about how nothing
was ever easy.

I planted the idea that it might be inside, then followed him into the basement
which was where the garage was attached.  All three of us were climbing the
stairs to the main floor when he suddenly realized it couldn't be up there and
we had to make a fast retreat back down.

Once he had went back outside, Teri and I proceeded to the main floor, finding
his mother cooking chicken on the stove.  Then after we got around two little
girls playing dolls at the base of the second floor stairs, we finally arrived
at the door where I felt Terry was.

I was still attempting to figure out how to prepare her for what was behind the
door when we both jumped from his mother yelling up the stairs that dinner was
ready.

We heard loud whispers and scrambling inside the room, and I saw Teri's eyes go
wide when she heard two different sets of zippers go up inside.  Before she
could react any further, the door opened and I got my first look at Terry and
his buddy.

"Yeah, Christen was definitely coming on to me yesterday.  Man I wish Rachel was
out of town next week instead of this week.  I'm sure if I tried hard enough,
Christen would come around by next week enough that she would have done it. Man,
if you hadn't come along, I think I would have gone nuts without some kind of..
you know."

"Shit.  Nothing to it.  I'm just paying you back for last month," his friend
said as they went down the stairs.

"Oh my God," she said, clearly in shock.  "He's...  He's...."

"Fooling around, yeah.  Looks like he got over his fear about doing anything
more than touch." I said stepping in to his room.

The walls were plastered by scantily clothed girls on top of cars, the bed was
unmade and the covers on the floor.  The edge of the Penthouse they had been
enjoying was just sticking out a bit from underneath the bed, and I managed to
nudge it out of sight before Teri came over and sat down on the bed with
disappointment.

"And I thought he would wait for me too.  I've been so stupid."

"Oh, I don't know," I said when something caught my eye.  "I think he still
feels something for you.  And I wouldn't take what he said too seriously.  Guys
like to talk like they have girls lined up waiting for them.  Rachel isn't out
of town.  She broke up with him when he tried to feel her up."

I was standing in front of some shelves above his desk with my back turned to
her, but could feel the confusion that must have been showing on her face.

"What do you mean, he still feels something for me?" she finally asked getting
up and walking over to me.

I just nodded at a picture frame that contained what had to be a picture cut out
of a yearbook.  The long and straight haired little girl indeed looked a lot
different than the older short and curly haired young woman beside me, but the
nose, the eyes, and the cheeks were the one and the same.

"I... He..." she choked out as she picked up the framed picture and studied it
carefully.

After she let a few tears run down her cheek, she sniffed and set the picture
back where it had come from.  Her mouth kept breaking out into a wide grin after
the last one faded away as she recalled some of the moments they had shared.

"Well, I guess this means you won't be needing my help any more," I said.

"What?  Yes I do!  Please?"

"Okay, but you found out what you wanted to know.  I'm not really willing to do
much more."

"Just stay with me until I figure out what to do.  If in an hour I still don't
know how to break it to him, then we can leave.  But please, just give me a
little time to let me see what he's like."

I sighed, then sat down on the bed and said, "Okay.  You didn't happen to notice
where the bathroom is, did you?"

"Down the hall by the stairs," she said, looking at some other photos sitting on
the shelf beside hers.

While I was peeing and checking out the Penthouse I had snagged, I heard someone
come back up the stairs and go down the hall.  I confirmed it was Terry who had
already finished eating and was going to him room to finish checking out the
Penthouse I had in my hands.

"Shit," I said as I stood and pulled my pants up, quickly flushing and opening
the door.  I got out into the hall in time to see his door shut and hear the
click of the lock, then hustled over to the door while digging out the little
screwdriver on my key chain to unlock the door.

"Where the hell did it go?" Terry muttered from under the bed.

Teri wasn't anywhere to be seen, and after planting the Penthouse right beside
him under the sheets, I scanned the room and found her hiding in the closet.

I walked over and whispered, "What are you doing in there?  Checking for moths?"

"I didn't want to risk him seeing me," she said coming out on the open side of
the closet door.

"Oh," I replied, realizing she still didn't understand how the invisible stuff
worked.

Terry got up and sat down on the bed in a huff, not having found the magazine
even though its left corner had been uncovered.

"Nothing is easy, Karen.  How many time have I told you that," he said staring
at the framed picture.  "You know that one chick I was telling you about?  The
one who reminds me of you?  I was going to try and talk to her today after
school, but she didn't hang around like usually does.  Oh well.  Maybe
tomorrow."

Karen/Teri and I stood there watching him staring at the picture for a few
minutes, then he suddenly broke out of his daze and got up to go to his desk.
But his foot landed on the covered Penthouse on the first step he took, and a
moment later he was on his back with a thump.

The groan he made announced he had hurt himself kind of bad, and both Teri and I
dived over to him to see what was wrong.

"Fuck.." he moaned as he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.  "Shit, Karen.
I must have really hurt my head.  For a moment I thought you were here in the
room with me."

"I am, Terry, I'm right here," Karen said, taking his other hand.

Terry froze, then opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Hi," Karen said with a giant smile and tears rolling down her face.

Terry gasped and started to back away as his face went white with shock and
fright.

"Terry! Its okay!" Karen cried out, getting upset from his response.

"Are... Are you real?" he finally said after his head stopped throbbing from his
sudden movements.

I was busily trying to figure out what happened, why he could see and hear her,
when he gasped and cried out, "No! Karen, don't leave me again!"

"I'm right here!" she cried, taking his hand back into hers and kissing it.

His eyes were looking around wildly as he grasped on to her invisible hand like
it was life itself.

"Tim.. let him see me!" Karen cried to me.

I felt myself starting to turn red for not having thought of that myself as I
canceled the commands that made his mind ignore our images.  The moment his eyes
locked on hers, they only stared at each other for a few moments before they
both moved into a desperate hug.

I sat on the bed for nearly five minutes watching them blubber in each others
arms.  After wiping my nose for the sixth time, I decided it was time for me to
go.

As I closed the bedroom door behind me, I heard the telltale sound of a zipper
being undone.  I almost turned around to go watch, but then decided I had enough
of being a ghost and made my way out to my car.

Before I started the engine, I checked on their progress.  Not only were they
both naked, but they had already taken each other's virginity, afraid that if
they didn't do it while they had the chance, they may might just wake up and
find it had just been a dream.

I find it strange that a few days later ghosts and dreams would dominate my
thoughts, but in a totally different way, mostly because it was undeniably real.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 12 - The Power of Dreams
(mfm)

"May I speak with Tim Brandton please?" the female voice said on the phone.

"Speaking," I said, finding the voice strangely familiar.

"Tim, this is Dr. Cain.  Do you remember me?"

"Dr. Cain?" I said surprised.  "Sure, I remember you...  Er, is this about that
thing we talked about last time?"

".... Yes, I suppose it is.  Is that a problem?" she said in a confused voice.

I was reaching out with my mind with all my might, but I for some reason I
couldn't get a lock on her.

"I'm sorry for not showing up for that appointment.  Are you free in say fifteen
minutes?"

There was a pause, then she replied, "Yes, I have an opening.  But I have a
client scheduled right afterwards.  I'm afraid I still have to charge you for
the missed appointment," she lied.

"Uh, okay, I guess.  I'll be there in flash.. bye."

My heart was racing.  Not because of Dr. Cain's phone call, but I had just got
Midge home when she called, and now I was about to fly her for the first time...
to pay a Doctor a house call.

Nobody was home to share my moment as I brought Midge's engine up to take off
speed.  She may have been older than Beany, but after the mechanic found the
tiny cracks in the engine block, Midge had a brand new heart.  The difference
was amazing. Before getting the new block, I had feared she would shake herself
apart if I ever could get her off the ground.

But as her pads broke contact with Mother Earth, she rose into the air like an
angel, her blades purring above me and her engine singing in my ears.  I wanted
to yell and scream with joy so bad that..  Oh wait.  Heh.  I guess I did.

The weather was perfect, making my trip even that much more enjoyable.  I was
swerving back and forth, giving quite a few trees a trim on the top.  Holly's
experience allowed me to do it without risking damage, but I nearly lost control
when I spotted a power line just past a tree I was about to buzz.

I cooled the fancy stuff after that, and concentrated on where I was going.  The
flight came to an end too soon for my taste.  But the moment I saw Dr. Cain
standing outside waiting, I knew something serious was wrong.

Even still, I thoroughly enjoyed the expression on her face when she realized I
was waving at her.  I sat Midge down in two parking spaces, not wanting to risk
anyone dinging her paint.  Okay, so I also didn't want to chop off anyone's
radio antennas either.

With Midge's key in my pocket and the cockpit covered with a weather tight hood,
I nearly ran right into Dr. Cain when I turned to go meet her.

"You certainly are full of surprises," she said.

I felt the familiar tingles of an experienced probe, but her experience hadn't
ever encountered one of my mother's shields.

"Sorry," she said when she realized what she was doing.  "I wasn't thinking.."

"That's okay.  I know how easy it is to get used to doing it," I said, canceling
the probe I had been unconsciously preparing.  "So what's wrong?  You look like
you haven't slept in a week."

"That's because I haven't..  Why were you so.. concerned about speaking on the
phone?"

"Paranoid, you mean.  Long story.  I'll tell it to you later if you really want
to know.  Actually, you might be in a little danger yourself if they suspect..
Well, don't worry about it right now.  What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Lets go to my office first," she said.

Before I had a chance to agree, she was hurrying across the parking lot.  I
couldn't help but notice that she had a nice ass.

"You redecorated," I said when we entered her outer office.  "I take it you
didn't have any more appointments?" I said, noticing the absence of the
secretaries.  Even the other doctors apparently were out.

"I sent everyone home.  I've been a nervous wreck for the past several days..."
she sighed as she unlocked her office door.

I followed her in, and almost did a double take when she started pulling her
blouse off over her head.

"Er, what's going on?" when she revealed what apparently was her sleeping
attire.

She sat down on the couch and pulled her slacks off while saying, "I've been
having this.. dream.  Every night for the past two weeks he's been trying to
tell me something, but I couldn't understand it until this afternoon."

"Huh?"

"He just kept mouthing his words over and over... I finally started to
understand what he was saying.  But I get so... scared when I can't move or
talk, and he keeps.."

"WHO?"

"I don't know!" she said, laying down on the couch.  "Who ever he is, he wants
to talk to you.  Aren't you going to lay down?"

"Huh?  Why?  And what do you mean he wants to talk to me?  Hey!  Don't fall
asleep on me... Shit."

I laid down on the floor next to her, and formed a connection to monitor her
thoughts.  For an instant I thought she had double crossed me, feeling a surge
of another presence in my head.  But she was asleep.  Deeply asleep, and after I
had laid there for nearly two hours, gave up and wrote her a note.

When I got out to the parking lot, I immediately notice the three guys about my
age checking Midge out.  I started to feel a little protective when one of them
tried to make her blades turn, but resisted sending the sensation that the blade
was so sharp that it cut his hand.

One of them spotted me walking up, but then he didn't consider me a likely
candidate as the owner and operator of my fine craft.

"Hi.  What's up." I said.  "Cool copter, huh."

"Yeah.  I've never seen one so small.  We were just wondering if it actually
flies or if it's some kind of model."

"It couldn't fly!" the one who had tried spinning her blades.  "I mean it
doesn't even have a dome or nothing.  Who would want all that wind right on top
of you."

"Actually, there really isn't much wind there because the cockpit is right in
front of the axle.  And Midge does fly.  Flies better than a humming bird."

"What.  You saying this is yours?"

"Yep."

"Bull Shit.  I bet you have to be at least 21 to fly something like that."

"Excuse me.." I said, unlocking the hood.  "I gotta get home and start dinner
for my mom.."

They stood there watching me check everything, and didn't even move when I had
started the engine.

"I'd STAND BACK, If I Was YOU!" I said, starting to rev the blades up a little
more.

Two of them moved back, but the third ignored my warning, figuring Midge was too
small to put out much wind.

But Midge showed them she wasn't a wimp, making him eat her dust as we took off.

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

"Sleeping.....  Not now Joey...." I thought when I felt a mental contact brush
my mind.

Whispers...  then almost like someone clearing their voice, but without making a
sound.  I was starting to get a little irritated when all of a sudden the room
lit up.

"What the.." I tried to say,  but my mouth wasn't working.  In fact, I couldn't
move at all.  I was laying on my stomach with my head towards the bathroom, only
being able to see that my room was lit by some kind of sparking light, the
source out of my viewing range.

My mind was a little groggy, and I was having trouble staying calm.  Then when
the light began shifting, I really started to panic. I knew whatever it was
coming closer.

With a surge of fear I commanded my body to turn.  It responded sluggishly, but
rolled over to face the source of the light.

"Oh my...." I started to say, catching myself since it might not like me saying
that.

"goodness," I managed to whisper.

In front of me was a.... twister, or tornado of white sparkling light.  The base
of it was coming from...

"My coin.." I barely uttered.

The normally red translucent coin was bright white with even brighter sparkles
flowing from underneath it, passing up through and into the twister's vortex.

It was terrifying, yet somehow I knew it wasn't here to harm me.  I gathered my
courage up and with all my might and energy, I mumbled "hi?"

Whispers..  Whispers that seemed to come from every direction.  My ears were
twitching as they involuntarily were trying to track the moving sources.

Then suddenly the light surged and the whispers seemed to congeal at the center
of the twister of light.

"Tim...."  it said.

A mouth made out of light formed at the spot where the sound appeared to have
come from.  The mouth was human looking, appearing to be emerging out of the
light like it was immersed in a pool of water.

The mouth was followed by a chin, then its cheeks started to emerge.  When the
forehead came out leaving it's eye sockets still under the surface, I couldn't
help but shiver from the sight.

But the moment his eyes were above the light's surface, I recognized the face
instantly.  Every hair stood up on my body as the most powerful chill ran down
my body.

"Michael?" I whispered, as my goosebumps competed against each other for being
the highest one.

The face stared blankly for a moment, then broke out into a smile of relief.
Michael's image started to say something, but there was no sound to his mouth's
movements.

"Michael, I can't hear you," I said very slowly.  "Can you hear me?"

He blinked several times, almost as if he was waiting for a translation.  He
finally nodded and his mouth formed a "yes".

"Are you okay?  What happened to you?  Where are you?"

When he comprehended my words, his face gave a shrug, then he slowly mouthed "I
don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?  How are you doing this anyway?"

Again, he shrugged.  But then his face became very serious and he mouthed, "Tim,
help David.  Please help him and Penny."

"I have tried everything I can think of.  God, Michael I've... Oh shit.
Michael.... Do you think...  Do you think you're... like dead?"

To my surprise, he nodded.  He mouthed, "He's been helping me to find you."

"Huh?  He who?"

Michael gave me a irritated look, then glanced up at the ceiling.

"Oh..." I said as my goosebumps held another contest.  "You've met him?  You've
spoke to him?  What's he like?"

Michael frowned, then mouthed "I can't...  I can't remember."

"Michael, I can't help David or Penny if I can't find them.  Can you find them?"

Michael shook his head and mouthed, "I can feel them, but I can't talk with
them."

His eyes were sad and the light dimmed a bit.

"Please Michael..   Tell me everything you know about what they did to you and
to them.  Please?  It might help me."

The light started dimming even more, and he barely was able to mouth, "tomorrow
night" before his face disappeared in the column of light.

The twister pulsed, seeming to fight against it's diminishing power.  Suddenly
it tipped forward, it's vortex of light heading right for me.

I felt a strong pull on my arm, causing me to sit up as I opened my eyes and
found myself being shook by my mother.

"What!  I'm awake!" I said.  "Why did you do that!"

"You were having some kind of nightmare," she said calming herself down.  "You
woke me up with your fear and I've been trying to wake you up for five
minutes...  What's the matter Tim?  You look as if you've seen a.."

"Ghost," I said as my shivers and goosebumps returned.

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

"Wow.." Joey exclaimed after telling him and Suzi the whole story.

"You really think it was more than a just a dream?" Suzi asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure.  I called Dr. Cain from the 7-eleven's pay phone before I came
to school.  Her dreams were pretty much the same as mine, but Michael had been
trying to talk too fast or something.  She couldn't understand him, especially
since she could never move her body to look at him right."

"You said something about the coin..  She doesn't have one, does she?"

"I thought of that too.  But Dr. Cain said that all she saw was a mouth, and it
sounded like the light it was coming out of wasn't very big around.  I guess the
coin acted like an antenna or something."

"Probably more like an amplifier," Joey suggested.

"Did he say anything else about Penny?" Suzi asked.

"We didn't have time.  I don't know why it ended as soon as it did.  I don't
think my mom shaking me had anything to do with it."

"Tim," Joey said with a look of concentration. "If you and I can stay linked
while we sleep..."

"Yeah! Maybe if we.."

We spent the first part of the morning talking and making plans for tonight,
Suzi patiently listening and adding her own ideas once in a while.  She was
worried about Penny and David, but more worried about Joey and I.  It didn't
seem to bother her that she was in as much danger as I was.  Steven knew I'd do
anything to keep her safe.

Our discussion ended about twenty minutes before the end of second hour, but
none of us wanted to go to class.  We were talking about how close Janos, Linda,
and Missy had become, reminding us of, well... us.

I had laid down on the floor next to where Suzi was sitting against the couch. I
started to use my sock feet to rub her side, not trying to turn her on or
anything, just comforting and loving.  I finally gave up and moved up to sit
beside her, then used my hands on her shoulders.

"Mmmm.." she said when I found her pressure points.  "I've forgotten how good
that feels."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that.  You know we haven't had much time together lately.
Not with Steven screwing things up, and the slaves and all.."

"Suzi," Joey said, laying down on the other side of her with his head next to
her feet. "Do you remember when Tim and I did that thing to make us look like we
were all muscle?" he said as he pulled her socks off.

"How could I ever forget.." she replied in a relaxed tone.

Joey slipped of his shirt, then took her left foot and pressed it against his
chest.  Suzi's eyes snapped open when she felt his muscular chest flex, taking
it all in as he made his muscles bulge.

Suzi gave out a yip when my bare chest pressed against her arm as I moved to
tease her ear lobe.  With one foot exploring Joey's chest and a hand doing the
same to mine, Suzi teeter tottered for several minutes until she sent them both
to our crotches.

"Even they've gotten stronger!" Suzi said, rubbing them faster.

But then she slowed down, and Joey and I both noticed the teary look in her
eyes.

"What's wrong?" we both said.

She smiled and looked down at the floor, releasing the two tears to roll down
her cheeks.

"You guys did it for me, that's all.  I love you both so much I..."

Joey and I sandwiched her between us in probably the greatest hug we had ever
shared.  Never before and never again would the love between the three of us be
as strong as during that hug.  For several minutes we were of one soul, one
heart, and one mind.  Unfortunately we had three bodies who were starting to get
aroused by the close contact.

Who knows which of us started kissing one of the other's bare skin, but soon
Suzi was giving Joey a big hickey, Joey was sloppily kissing my cheek, and I was
licking  under Suzi's earlobe which I knew drove her crazy.

Our hands began wandering, freeing the remaining clothing from our bodies as we
continued our threeway loving.  As if of one mind, we all began moving our oral
attentions down the body of our recipient, spending a small amount of time on
our nipples before continuing our trek down.

I kept expecting Joey to break off and help me pleasure Suzi, but that never
happened.  When I finally plunged my face into Suzi's sex, I heard Joey moan the
next moment, then I stiffened as I felt his tongue teasing one of my testicles.
This was something I had never expected to come from Joey, and I wasn't sure if
I wanted it to happen.  I didn't understand what was driving Joey's sexual
attraction towards me when I had been steadily losing my own for him.

I tried to concentrate on the wiggling pussy I was sucking, but I couldn't keep
my mind off of Joey's increasingly stimulation caused by his mouth and tongue. I
made the decision that as long as he didn't attempt to blow me, I wouldn't
interrupt his attempts to pleasure me.

When he paused to catch his breath a bit, his breath on my wet nut sack spurred
me to make Suzi squeal.  That triggered off a chain reaction, making her crotch
press against my face in desperation, and apparently causing her to pull all the
stops on Joey's blowjob.

I say a chain reaction because moments after Joey had taken a deep breath, I
suddenly felt his mouth envelope my nuts again, and then found his hands pushing
against my ass and pushing my crotch against his face.

While I was madly licking away, I found my nut sack tingling from his energetic
tongue.  So when Joey's fingers had finally made their way to my rose, I out
right moaned my approval.

I found myself falling down a hole of lust, for once forgetting about Suzi's
puss as Joey used his own version of my magic touch on me.  If anyone else had
been doing it, I would have never submitted myself to the pleasure.  But because
it was Joey and Suzi who I was with, I let down every defense I had and gave
myself to their control.

And I wasn't disappointed.  I felt Suzi's hot breath on my very needy dick while
Joey's fingers pulled out to his dick's head pressed against my ass.  I was
entirely lost in their touches and motions, never once resisting their
suggestions to adjust my position or to hold my legs up with my hands.

When Joey's cock stretched my ass hole to an even larger diameter, I didn't feel
any pain or even mild discomfort.  It was like I was feeling it for the first
time all over again, but without the negative aspects.  And when he began his
first full pumping motion, I felt as if an electric current had started to flow
from his dick to my ass, through my body, then passed through my own dick into
Suzi's wonderful mouth.

Suzi's mouth was as great of a sensation as Joey's cock up my ass, seemingly
pulling the sexual electricity through my body just as much as Joey was pumping
it in.  I vaguely remember recalling how similar LeAnne had felt when she
thought herself as a sexual machine.  And that actually disturbed my otherwise
perfect bliss.  She had been the one who was giving out the pleasure, while I
was simply receiving.

>From an intelligence I had never realized I possessed, I suddenly saw a bigger
picture.  The sexual current flowing through my body could be diverted and
shared with my lovers without reducing its flow through me.  In fact, it would
sustain the source of this energy instead of using it up like I could sense we
were.

Suddenly, without warning, Joey and Suzi felt the familiar presence of a
threeway forming, while at the same time an invisible cock was pressing against
their back doors.  I added a third for Suzi's front one, then began the
fulfilling what would be the greatest sex the three of us would ever have
together.

My three invisible dicks began their pumping sensations, and I could feel the
current slowly being diverted through my mind and out my invisible cocks to
complete the loop through their own bodies.

It was like having gotten used to seeing by candlelight, then suddenly someone
had switched the power on and the lights had come back on.  The revived energy
was like water flowing through us that pleasured every nerve in our body with
it's simple touch.  All three of us were thrust up onto a new level of pleasure
we had never felt before.  And all the while we felt it together, sharing in
each other's pleasure at an intensity that should have blown our minds away.

And similarly, the explosion of our combined orgasm should have crippled our
minds to the point we should have never spoke again.  But we were not even
knocked out, and even had enough energy to curl up together on the floor and
share in a threeway kiss I will never forget.  Afterwards, we slipped into a
peaceful shared dream, full of love and images of us living our lives together
in perfect happiness.

That dream was perhaps the greatest driving force behind the next two years of
my life. You see, that had been last time the three of us made love together
until the night of our senior prom.  It would be several years before I would
fall asleep with the security of my two true loves helping protect me from the
evils of what my powers would bring.

Future events will change us into near strangers, and we all would make mistakes
that would cost us dearly.  However, this is not the end of our love.  That
dream would become the seed which each of us would take a turn carrying before
giving it up and passing it on.  And the seed would eventually rebloom to bring
us together again, but not before we had become stronger and more independent of
each other.

But just to give you the peace of mind and heart, being independent means we
don't need to express our love to prove it still exists.  They are my soul
mates, I am theirs, and they are each others.  So even though we live on the
opposite sides of the planet, we can never be truly apart.

But to get that way took a lot of hope, pain, and...

Well this is a sex story, isn't it?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 13 - Where the Path Leads
(mc mf)

The purple tube turned and twisted as I continued to slide down its slippery
interior. Loops and sharp turns constantly caused me to lose my orientation as I
slid sideways and backwards as much as I did forwards.  The speed at which I was
traveling was always increasing, but never to the point where it was so fast
that I didn't see the turns the moment before I hit them.

I wasn't scared in the least.  I could feel Joey right there with me, going down
that tube just like I was.  Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was right
beside me, experiencing everything I was.  So instead of being scared, we were
enjoying ourselves.  Neither of us realized we were dreaming, but we somehow
knew there was no danger.

But just as we were finishing a triple loop with a hard right turn at the end, I
felt an incredibly strong force pull me right through the purple surface of the
tube.

My panic started to rise when I found myself free falling in space... without
Joey.

I reached out and tried to find him, becoming very alarmed when I found nothing
but emptiness.  No one was out there with me.  I was completely alone.

There was nothing but blackness all around me.  I wasn't cold or hot, and there
seemed to be plenty of air to breathe.  But I felt completely naked and
defenseless and finally gave into the urge to curl up into a ball to block out
my empty surroundings.

Only minutes later, I felt a warmth on my right side.  I opened my eyes and
found myself laying in bed facing a brilliant column of light.

"Michael?" I called.

A flash of light to the left of me drew my attention to the coin on my
nightstand.  As the coin began to glow with a white light, the other column of
light suddenly flashed and surged forward towards me.

Before I could react, the column of light passed right through me, making every
hair on my body stand on end.  The moment it made contact I knew it wasn't
Michael.  This was something far more powerful than anything on Earth.  But
before I could even process this information and wonder who... or what it was,
it was gone.

When I got over my shock, I found myself watching Michael's vortex of light grow
to full size, and remembered that Joey should have been here with me.  But try
as I might, I couldn't feel Joey, or anyone for that matter.  I wasn't
powerless, just blocked from the real world somehow.

The whispering started again, but something was different about how the sparks
of light were acting and the tone of the whispers.  I nearly jumped away when
Michael's hand formed out of the light and reached out to grab my foot.

His grasp was feather soft, but it felt as if it was pulling energy from my body
at a near painful rate.  His grip got stronger as my very being was pulled from
my body.  I felt like one of those Stretch Armstrong toys with two boys trying
to stretch me so far that I snap in half.  Luckily, just like the toy, I didn't
snap in two. But I was pulled out of my physical body and suddenly found myself
in a gray place.

There was nothing around me but gray.  I appeared to be standing upright on a
floor, but when I tried to judge how large of an area I was standing in, I
couldn't tell were the floor ended and the sky began.  Everything was just..
gray.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my 'shoulder'.  I turned around to find Michael
standing behind me with a grin on his face.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," was the only thing I could think of.

"So how does it feel to be dead?" Michael asked.

"Dead?" I said with a shiver.

"Yeah.  Don't worry.  You're not really dead.  You could say you're just
visiting."

"Is this heaven?" I said looking at the nothingness around us.

"Nope.  I'm not really sure what this place is, but it's kinda neat.  Here, have
a seat."

A pair of gray lazy boys and a gray table suddenly appeared beside us sitting on
top of a circular patch of gray carpet.  Michael walked over to the lazy boy
nearest to him and sat in it, almost disappearing because he too was gray in
color.  In fact, I suddenly realized that I was also gray, and that if I looked
too closely to anything, it disappeared to my 'vision' because everything was
actually the exact same color of gray.

I pondered on that for a moment before sitting down myself.  I didn't understand
what I was 'seeing' since everything was one color.  No shadows, no different
shades to distinguish where one 'object' ended and another began.  By looking
for these things, everything around me simply melted into a single field of
gray, temporarily blinding and disorientating me.

But each time I started to panic from this, Michael made a noise or movement
that distracted me enough that everything was suddenly there again.

When I lost my vision the fourth time, Michael said, "Don't try and make sense
out of it.  I spent nearly two days trying before just giving up so I wouldn't
go crazy. And then later I thought that this may be what a blind man would see
in his head if he tried to imagine what it was like to have sight."

"Hmm..  I guess you're right.  No use trying to figure out something that
probably can't be figured out...  Uhm, how did you bring me here?  And why?"

"He thought it would be easier for us if we could 'hear' each other, that's all.
He made it work, all I did was pull."

I sat there for a minute with gray goosebumps traveling up and down my gray
skin.  The thought that I had been touched by God....  It was almost too much to
even recall what it felt like when that column of light went through me.  But
when I did, I found myself not really convinced that it had been God.  Something
about the way it had felt...  There was something.. individual...  something
with clear personal motivations that I believed a divine being wouldn't possess.

"Tim, I don't have much time..." Michael said, bringing me out of my deep
thought.

"Oh..  Sorry," I said a little sheepishly.  "Uhm, can you tell me anything to
help find them?"

"No..." he said sadly.  "But I can tell you a little about what they have done
and what their plans are."

"That's even better.  With your help, we could set a trap and.."

"Tim, look over there," he said pointing off to the right.  "You see that kind
of bright spot?"

"Uhm, yeah.  It's actually not the same color as everything else," I said,
mostly to myself.  I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before.

"He said when I see the bright light, I had to enter it.  If I waited too long,
I would be trapped here forever.  It used to be so bright that if we were
looking at it with eyes, it would have blinded us for sure.  He said if I didn't
pass through tonight...  Tim, I won't be able to help you after I pass through.
And I don't.."

"Okay.. I understand.  Tell me everything you know, then maybe if you have time
afterwards I can ask you questions?"

"Yeah, that should be okay," he said with a look of relief.  I had the feeling
he would have sacrificed his chance to move on if I had asked him to.  That
disturbed me because I wasn't sure if I would have done the same if the
situation had been reversed.

His expression saddened as he stated, "Steven never drugged Penny to make her do
these things."

"What?!" I said almost standing up out of my chair.  "Then how did he turn her
into..."

"He didn't," Michael said, letting a gray tear fall.  "She's been helping him
willingly.  She's changed, Tim.  Steven offered her power and an equal share of
anything he gets.  Penny didn't even get upset when Steven beat us up.  I even
think it was her idea to test our brainwashing by raping and beating us like
that."

"But WHY?  Why hasn't Steven used the drug on her?  He must have done something
to her to change her!  I know she would never do it without being made to.  I
probably know Penny better than anyone.  She and I explored each others..  Oh
shit.  She saw my every fear, every regret, and probably every weakness I have.
Oh, man...  I'm in trouble if she can remember all...

"But then again..." I said as I realized I wasn't the same person I had been
that summer.  In fact, probably the strongest weapon she could have used against
me would have been my fear of becoming corrupted.  But that fear didn't exist
inside me anymore.  Because I had been limited by all those lines I had made in
the dirt back then, anything she remembered about my weaknesses probably would
be useless.  She would try to make me cross a line to break my will.  She didn't
know that not only did I want to cross those lines, I wanted to stomp, crush,
mangle, twist, spit, piss, and finally shit on the damn things.  And then I'd
get really nasty.

"Steven started staying with them about two months after you left her with her
mom and dad.  When her dad stopped having sex with her, she got really
depressed.  Steven convinced her that everything was your fault and that he
could help her get revenge.  He really did a good job getting her to hate you
and believing that the only thing more important that getting her revenge was
becoming the heads of their family.

"Penny invited me and David over to her house for New Years Eve.  She said she
wanted to apologize for the way she had been ignoring us.  We fell for it and
got knocked out by their father's tranquilizing gun as soon as their front door
was shut.  The next thing I knew, I was strapped down in a chair in a laboratory
with Steven holding a needle with that green stuff in it while Penny was
wiping... <sniff>  wiping my arm with a cotton swab of alcohol <sniff>."

He paused and wiped the gray tears from his face, and I diverted my eyes while
he pulled himself together.  But the moment my eyes left his face, they were
drawn to the hard on he was trying to hide at the same time.

"I'm sorry..." he said when he realized what I was looking at.  "That drug makes
everything they say feel so good to hear, I can't help but..  never mind. Ignore
it.  It doesn't matter to me anymore.

"I sorta remember Penny telling Steven things while he brainwashed me.  I think
she was telling him how to do it, but I'm not really sure.  By the time he was
finished, I loved him like a god and wanted nothing else but to do whatever he
wanted.

"I don't remember everything that happened after that, just bits and pieces.
When I wouldn't tell them about what you did to their father, they thought my...
brainwashing was starting to fail.  That's when Steven raped me and beat me up.
He told me I needed to be tested to see if I was truly faithful to him.  Shit,
Tim.  The whole time he did that, all I could think about was how much I loved
him and that I wanted to be his most trusted slave.  I passed the test with
flying colors, and it was about a week later that Penny called Suzi up.

"They kept David and I apart up until they sent us to steal that van.  And then
I didn't even know who he was.   He was just another loyal slave who had just
gotten out of the hospital and would help me steal the van.  After we loaded
Suzi in the back, he left to help Penny and Steven get out of town.  I think
David passed his test even better than I did by almost dying...

"I kind of remember being at your place, but nothing really clearly.  I do
remember hypnotizing Joey though.  I couldn't believe I had done it, and then I
asked him a few questions about where I was and stuff, and I think I remember
realizing he had been tricking me."

"Did Steven plant anything in your head about using Joey to get to me or
anything?"

"No, I don't think so.  I just saw a chance to prove my worth to Steven and took
it.  They didn't have time to plan anything but their escape."

"Whew!  You have no idea how big of a relief that is.  I thought.."

"You can't put your guard down for a moment!  After I spoke to you last night, I
went to feel Steven, Penny, and David out again.  Tim, I think they know
everything you do and everyone you have contact with.  They had already done
something really bad to someone else you know, and it felt like they were ready
to do something else and were just waiting for the right moment.  I don't know
what they are planning, but I know you're in danger.  That's why He let me talk
to you like this.  I think He's.."

Michael was cut off by a sudden flash of light from the bright patch of space.
He was standing on he feet by the time the flash ended, and his desperate and
panicked face told me it was his last chance to leave.

"Go...  You have my word I will do whatever I can to help David,"  I said
standing up.

"Thanks.." he said as he started to run towards the fading light.

When he was almost twenty yards away, he cried over his shoulder, "Tim!.. please
help Penny too?  She's not herself...."

"We'll see!" I answered.  "I'll do what I can.."

I watched him as he ran further and further away, his image becoming less
coherent as it grew smaller in the distance, quickly becoming a moving gray dot
heading towards a brightening larger white dot.

I barely heard his voice when he apparently stopped and cried, "Tell David he
can have the top cap..  He'll know what I mean."

Then just before his gray dot reached the brilliant white dot, I heard, "And
tell Penny I forgive her and I'll always love her."

The words "love her" echoed all around me as the white dot absorbed him. The
white dot grew incredibly bright, triggering a defense reaction that made me
close my 'eyes'.  Then with a white flash of light, I awoke to find myself
peering into a face I didn't recognize.

"What the," I started to say, but couldn't because of the tube running down my
mouth and throat.  The man I was staring at squeezed the air sack and forced air
into my lungs before he noticed my eyes were open.

"He's back!" I heard Joey's voice say as the man's face registered his surprise.

I quickly took in my surrounding as the stranger removed the tube from my air
passage.  We were inside an ambulance, apparently rushing me to the hospital.

It took us a few minutes to explain to each other what had happened.  Joey had
woken up when Michael interrupted our shared dream, then woke my mom up when he
couldn't access my thoughts.  By the time she got to my room, I had stopped
breathing.  Joey used CPR on me while my mom called for an ambulance.

What truly amazed us was the fact my heart had stopped beating for nearly forty
minutes, yet I felt like I had just woken up from a nap.  Joey had done the best
he could with his CPR, but had given up hope by the time the ambulance team
arrived and took over.  My mom made them continue giving me CPR, but after being
clinically dead that long, I should have at least had a hang over or something.
But I felt fine.

I had goosebumps the entire time I told them my side of the story.  And
Michael's warning kept echoing in my head.

"They know everything I do and everyone I'm with.  They have already done
something  to someone else I know, and they're ready and waiting for the right
moment to do something else.  Then he said he didn't know what they're planning,
but whatever it was, I was in danger.  Then the white thing made a flash to tell
him his time was up.  He ran to the light...  and crossed over.  That's when I
woke up."

"Shit," Joey exclaimed as the three of us climbed out of the ambulance and went
back inside the mansion.  "What do we do now?  Grab Suzi and run for the hills?"

"I'm not running," I thought to them.  "They will make their move and I'll be
ready for them.  Michael told me enough to set our own trap."

"Tim," my mother thought to us, "I hate to say it, but perhaps running would be
the best idea.  I don't like the idea of you depending on what happened tonight
to protect your safety.  You said it yourself you didn't think it was really God
controlling that column of light."

"Mom, Michael risked his immortal soul to tell me all of that.  And whoever
helped him to contact me is more powerful than any of us or Steven.  I mean, I
should be dead or something."

"So what do we do now?" Joey repeated.

"Give everyone we know the commands to protect them from Steven's drug, then
wait for him to make his move?"

We spent several hours discussing this, my dad joining us once my mother had
contacted him and explained everything that had happened.  To our surprise, he
agreed with my suggestion to immunize everyone we knew and then just wait.  He
even took it a step further by pointing out we should immunize everyone who goes
to our school, who lives around Suzi and Joey, and perhaps even the families of
anyone who we were friends with.

Joey, my dad, and I spent all day at school blanketing class after class after
class with the complex instructions that we called our inoculation.  Then we
took Suzi home and did her parents.  We even managed to reach her brother on the
phone at school and did him long distance.

All of this was in vain.  Steven had already made his move, but we didn't
realize it until Joey and I reached his house to do his parents.

The moment we saw the garage up and the Olds missing, we both knew something was
wrong.  Joey and his dad religiously kept the garage door closed to protect
their collection of tools, but not only was the door up, but one of the tool
boxes had been knocked over and the sockets they were so proud of laid scattered
all over the garage floor.

We raced inside the house in almost a panic, hoping what we suspected wasn't

true.  Apart from the tools in the garage, nothing seemed to be disturbed.  We
stopped and listened for a moment, hearing some movement via the hall leading to
the bedrooms.  I finally used my brain and scanned the house with my mind.

"Oh, Damnit!" I said with my eyes watering.  "They took 'em, and they left me a
message," I said running after Joey heading towards his parent's bedroom.

"NO!" Joey screamed when he saw the fucking couple on the bed wasn't his mom and
dad.  "I'LL KILL THE BASTARD!!!" Joey screamed as he dived at the familiar pair.
"I'LL RIP THE TOP OF HIS HEAD OFF AND SHIT ON HIS FUCKING BRAIN!  I'LL..  OH MY
GOD!" he finally shuttered when he recognized the two people whom he was holding
apart by the hair.

If I hadn't scanned their minds before hand, I wouldn't have recognized them at
all.  Their bodies were covered with tattoos from head to toe, all of them
inviting the reader to violate their bodies sexually.  There were arrows
pointing to their genitals, anus, breasts, navels, mouths, and even had one on
their tongues pointing down their throat.  They had instructions with pictures
written on them telling me, me specifically, what had been done to them.  But
the biggest message they were sending me wasn't written on their skin.

Dana was at least three months pregnant, and since Jerry was struggling to fuck
her even while Joey sat in between them shaking all over, it was obvious Jerry
was the father.  I understood the message loud and clear.

"They can get around our commands," I stated without emotion.

It took a few moments before my words registered, but when Joey comprehended
them his face went white with fright.

I checked inside my two friend's heads while Joey tried to get a hold of
himself.  The two people whom I had watched fall in love and had tried my best
to give them a happy life had been reduced to the level of mindless animals.
Their only desire was to fuck each other or anyone else who asked.  They had no
morals to interfere in their sexual activities, and they had no personal
feelings to get hurt.  They had eaten each other's shit, drank each other's
urine, fucked and sucked men, women and beasts.  Steven had put them through
every indignity that wouldn't outright kill them, making them into the thing I
had feared I would make others into.

This would have crippled me with guilt if I was still the boy Penny had known.
Even though Steven would have never touched Jerry and Dana if they hadn't met
me, I knew I had done nothing to cause this.  Their condition actually produced
the opposite affect that had been intended, increasing my confidence that I
could never do such a horrible thing to anyone.  Not even to someone like
Steven.

Joey however was another matter.  I was startled by the rage I felt from him,
and had to physically restrain him when he started punching Jerry because he
wouldn't stop humping.

"JOEY!  YOU'RE LETTING STEVEN WIN BY DOING WHAT HE WANTED YOU TO DO!  You can't
let him make you so angry that you lose control.  Please?  For everyone's sake,
don't let the anger take over.  I need you thinking straight, not punching
people."

"SHIT!  All right!   FUCK!!!" he said getting off the bed to walk his anger off.

I just noticed that the fucking noises had stopped when I heard the familiar
sound of the tranquilizer gun go off.  I dived for the floor, but then realized
I hadn't been the target.  Joey sank down to he knees just as I heard the gun go
off above me and felt the dart strike me right in the neck.  I barely saw the
look of Jerry's blank face as he mindlessly pulled the trigger again while
another gun went off.  The two gunmen went right back to fucking, ignoring the
tranquilizer darts that had struck them both in their necks.  I fell asleep
admiring Steven's thoroughness and praying my mother had felt my fear.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XI:  10th Grade, Spring 1987 
Part 12 - Prisoners
(mm)

Time passed without meaning.  Faces, lights, walls..  A jumble of images,
sometimes accompanied by sounds, but for the most part I didn't listen.  I was
kept drugged for an unknown period of time, never allowed to come out of my daze
while they repeatedly tried to use their brainwashing methods and drugs on me
without any success.  The inoculation commands prevented me from comprehending
any physical stimulus while I was in an unnatural conscious state, and they had
worked even while my brain chemistry had been altered and realtered by their
drugs.

I later found out that I had been drugged like that for over a month before I
woke up with a splitting headache, staring up at a white glass ceiling.  I was
very groggy, but almost regretted coming out of my dazed state when I found
every bone ached and my once healthy and muscular body was weak and skinny from
malnourishment and effects of who knows how many drugs.

Several hours passed as my mind struggled to create coherent thoughts.  The
first full thought I had was, "I'm hungry," followed by, "Danger."

The preprogramming Joey and I had done in the case we were captured instantly
kicked in with that last thought.  My mind started to clear as the adrenaline
reached it, and the physical discomforts were masked by both the adrenaline and
the other programming we had done.

To anyone who might have been watching me through hidden cameras, I appeared to
be as senseless as I had been when I first awoke.  But I was fully aware of my
surroundings and capable to defend myself if necessary.

Of course my body was so weak I couldn't have defended myself from a horny moth,
and my telepathic senses had been suppressed so much by drugs that I couldn't
even attempt to use them.

I was able to get a fairly good look at the room though.  I was inside a white
glass room with no doors as far as I could tell.  The ceiling emitted a soft
white light, and there were several very small vents and nozzles protruding from
it.  I was laying nude on a metallic platform at the center of the room.  The
floor was a strange metal grill that appeared to basically act as a drain as
much as a floor.  The only other feature I could see from that position was some
sort of protrusion from one wall that had some kind of empty sack or membrane
attached to it.

"Welcome to your new home, slave," Steven's voice suddenly said from the
ceiling.  "I know you can understand me, so you can stop pretending.  If you
haven't realized it yet, you have electrodes attached to your head and I'm
watching your brain waves."

There was a minute or two of silence, then he said,  "I have to admit, I was
surprised when Joey recovered so quickly.  It was a good thing I had him
strapped down as tight as I did, otherwise I might have had to stab him like I
stabbed my uncle Jake.  It would have been unfortunate if Joey had become a
vegetable like that."

Again, a long pause before he said, "If you would bother to look at the wall
behind your head, there is a video monitor that is showing what Jake is doing
right now."

Since I didn't see anything to gain by pretending any longer, I slowly sat up
and looked at the image on the screen.  Jake was staring at something I couldn't
see as his right hand moved in a jerky circle around where apparently he had
been stabbed by the needle.  The man was very pale, and I noticed he had ripped
his shirt so his belly remained exposed.  There was movement behind him, and I
realized he was in a room with others who appeared to be in mentally withdrawn
states like he was.

"I blame you for my uncle's condition.  If you hadn't tried to take.."

"Fuck you, Steven.  You know I was only trying to defend myself.  You were the
one who stabbed..."

Steven's voice hadn't stopped while I had replied, but when I heard my own voice
being echoed while his own said "..and will make you beg me to," he stopped and
everything was quiet for a moment.

"I have to admit that you are one smart asshole," I said.  "But delaying your
voice so I can't home in on you won't keep me from taking you down.  I promise
you...  You will pay for hurting all these people.  I swear to God I won't rest
until you're locked up."

"I expected something a little more... threatening from you, but it doesn't
matter.  If you take a good look around the room, you will notice there are no
doors, windows, or even air vents big enough to carry anything larger than a
hamster.  The entire floor can be electrified with a single push of a button,
and another button can do the same with the bed you are sitting on.

"There is no shower, no toilet, and no sink.  Once a day the room will be
sprayed down with a cleansing solution, so if you want to keep your shit from
smelling up the place all day, you better get used to shitting in the corner
where the drain is and shoving it between the grills a few minutes before the
wash begins.

"Your only source of food and water is from the rubber penis that is currently
being filled with a most yummy mixture of nutrients, vitamins, and of course
drugs.  I imagine you will become a very good cock sucker by the end of the
month just in order to stay alive.

"Oh, and one last thing.  You will never leave this room for the rest of your
life.  If you know what is good for you, you will not resist obeying me.  Of
course I know you will resist, so I won't be disappointed.  I so look forward
hearing you scream.  Have a nice day."

And that was it.  I spent a good hour yelling, cussing, and ramming myself into
the glass walls trying to get a reaction from him without success.  Actually,
the only thing I had accomplished was making my body that much weaker from
expending all my energy.  My head was pounding again, everything ached, and my
reserves had been used up by the adrenaline.  I finally collapsed on the grilled
floor and fell asleep despite my better judgment.

I was awakened some time later by the promised cleansing of the room,
discovering the hard way not to let it get in my eyes.  The cleansing was
actually done in three steps.  The first was a cleansing solution, the second a
disinfectant, and the third was plain water that lasted three times as long as
the other two.  None of the water had been warmed up, and I fell asleep
shivering.

I spent two days resisting my hunger by drinking the rinse water.  I needed to
purge the telepathic repressing drug from my body before I got too weak to use
them.  But when I was able to do it without causing my head to explode in pain,
I found out why they weren't so worried about me getting along without the drug.

I was in the center of what felt like a wall of insanity.  If I had anything in
my stomach I would have thrown it up when I locked on to the first mind I found.
After that I carefully felt for a somewhat normal mind, only to find there
wasn't any.  There must have been nearly two hundred mentally disturbed or
dysfunctional minds all around me, and because they emitted very loud thoughts,
I had no chance of getting beyond them to reach someone on the outside.

My options seemed used up and I was quickly becoming too weak to even use my
telepathic powers anyway.  So when I noticed some blood in my urine on the third
night, I used my abilities on myself to program my mind to concentrate on
building my strength back up so I could make a more powerful effort to send an
SOS out.  Then I swallowed my pride and walked up to the engorged rubber dick.

After taking the head into my mouth, I understood what Steven had meant about
becoming an expert cock sucker or die of starvation.  The rubber dick was
constructed in such a way that you had to work the nutrient out of the small
opening using the same mouth movements that one would use while giving head.  I
also realized that the nutrient itself smelled and tasted like a sweaty musky
cock.

I smiled when I realized this was just another pathetic attempt to lower my
morale and self respect.  I easily counteracted this by programming a simple
hypnotic command into my subconscious.  As long as the penis wasn't a real one,
I would enjoy sucking on it as much as a new born baby sucked on a tit.  After
all, that's what it was serving as.

Two weeks went by without a single word from my jailers.  Every morning the
rubber dick filled up with my daily food, and every evening I took a shit over
in the corner by the drain that was under the metal grill.  Sometimes I had to
use my toes to smush the shit down so it wouldn't be left behind after the
nightly shower.  I was always tired and didn't want to do anything, but my own
programming forced me to exercise my muscles and brain.  My food supply was
decreased when I actually started to put on some muscle tone, and several days
they must have increased the drugs that made me feel extremely motivationless.
But I won that small victory when I continued to exercise and they had returned
my dosages back to their original levels.

Then one day after finishing a larger meal than I had been getting, Steven's
voice announced, "Go lay on the bed.  You have five seconds before I electrify
the floor."

"Fuck you." I said.

"YEOW!" I said four and a half seconds later as the electric current flowed into
my feet.  I made a mad leap for my metal bed, shocking myself good when I missed
and landed on my side.

The electricity was turned off when I hadn't moved.  It took several minutes
before I could make my muscles work enough to get up on the bed.

"Next time you do not follow my instructions, I will not turn the electricity
off until your skin starts to cook."

I laid there waiting, wondering what the hell he was planning.  It wasn't until
I found my eyes closing when I realized what the strange hissing noise was.  But
it didn't really matter.  Whether he gassed me, injected me, or put it in my
food, no drug would make me obey him where it counts.  If only things could be
that easy.

The moment I awoke, I knew something was different in a good way.  I opened my
eyes and found myself right where I had been when I had fallen asleep.  But now
there was a new addition to the room.

"Joey!" I cried as swung my feet down to stand up.  The humming from the floor
warned me it was still electrified, but the shock of finding Joey laying on
another metal bed just like mine five feet away from me had stopped me first. He
looked awful, but I imagined not any worse than I did.  I couldn't help but
notice the numerous needle marks on his arm, and the red mark over his cheek
bone.

"Joey.." I called over to him.  "JOEY!  WAKE THE FUCK UP!  Please?"

I waited again.  I was getting good at waiting.  I could make time pass faster
by putting myself in a light trance without reducing my ability to react to my
surroundings.

When Joey stirred, I nearly stood up on the electrified floor I was so anxious.

"Joey.  Wake up.  It's time to go to school," I joked in a high anxious voice.
It was the best I could come up with at the time.

"Tim?" he said in a raspy voice before turning his head towards me.

"Hi," I said smiling and fighting the tears in my eyes.

"You look like shit."

"Yeah, so do you.  And your voice doesn't sound to good."

"Yeah, well, I spent a day yelling my head off and my voice hasn't forgiven me
yet.  But I'm okay, I think.  What about you?" he said sitting up slowly.

"I'm fine.  I'm better than fine now that you're here.  I can't even begin to
tell you how happy just seeing you...  What's wrong?"

He looked down at the floor and his tears started to flow.

"They've made mom into a pain loving sex toy. <sniff>  Steven says if you don't
remove the <sniff> commands that keep the drugs from working on me, he's going
to start leaving knives and shit laying around for my mom to use on herself."

I sat there speechless, wanting so badly to touch him and hold him as I
understood the position he was in.

"Well, what do you think we should do?  We need to _share_ in that decision, but
it's mostly up to you."

"I'm not sure if I can do it.  I'm pretty weak, and just thinking about it gives
me a headache. You're gonna have to help me."

"Yeah, I know.  Move down to the end.  I'm coming over." I said standing up on
my bed.  The distance was greater than I thought, and I almost chickened out.
But the worst I figured could happen was that I would get electrocuted, and a
quick death was almost preferable to what we might have to suffer through.

I leaped and landed badly on the surface of his metal bed, but besides a few
bruises, I wasn't seriously hurt.  The hug we exchanged wiped my few discomforts
from my mind, and we just sat there holding onto each other for a long time.

"Ready?" Joey barely whispered in my ear.

"Yeah," I replied just as softly.

We fought against the drugs in our systems for several minutes, then fought the
resulting pain as we started to feel each other's thoughts.  The moment we made
a connection and Joey formed a share link, we both felt the pain subside.

We quickly shared everything that had happened to each other, finding we had
experienced pretty much the same thing, except that Joey hadn't been kept
drugged between brainwashing sessions and had learned a little about their
plans.

"I think they want to use me to control you," Joey thought.  "Steven said
something about never being able to trust you even if they got the drugs to work
on you.  I'm pretty sure he wants to blackmail you into cooperating by making me
hate you or something.

"The good news is they can't find your parents, the twins, Suzi, or her family.
Penny talked about Brad and Sandi, but I don't think Steven is going to bother
with anyone else unless something goes wrong with me.  I saw David a couple of
times.  He's put on some muscle and is acting like Penny's body guard, but David
only seems to be interested in what Steven says.  I think Penny is a little
ticked off about that."

"What about your mom and dad?"

"I don't know anything about dad.  I just hope it isn't anything like what they
did to mom.  Shit, Tim.  If they hadn't told me it was her, I wouldn't have
recognized her.  They shaved her head.. and she has more holes in her ears
than..  Remember how she hated ear rings? ... She was piercing her...  her...
<shiver>  her lower lip when..."

He stopped to collect himself, and I wiped the tear from his cheeks myself.

"Come on," I thought to him. "Let's try and bust out of here and make that
bastard sorry for being alive."

Unfortunately, even with our combined power, we couldn't penetrate the wall of
insanity around us.  We spent a lot of time scanning and surging, and even
attempted three huge pulses that we thought would reach the other side of the
planet, but nothing got past the noise and turmoil of the loonies around us.

We spent hours trying everything we could think of before we were too tired to
even speak.  That metal platform was only really big enough for one person to
lay comfortably, but neither one of us considered the cramped space as bad as
the thought of being separated again.

Laying behind Joey with one arm under my head, I rubbed his chest with my free
hand as we tried to think of some sort of plan.

Steven had given us twenty four hours to clear Joey's head of all commands, and
that included the time for the telepathic suppression drugs to wear off.  I knew
they were watching and listening to everything we were doing. They probably even
suspected that we had eliminated the drug's effects and could have finished what
we were supposed to be doing long ago.

I was tired of thinking of a way out, so I took a few minutes to ponder on why
Steven was letting us have this time together when he could have forced us to do
it immediately.  He had made it quite clear to Joey that if he found any
unnatural resistance to the drug caused by my commands, his mother would suffer
for it.

We were laying still with our eyes closed, appearing to the outside world to be
asleep when Penny's voice said, "You two look so cute laying there like that,
but it must be uncomfortable.  I'll make a deal with you.  Suck each other off
and I'll turn off the floor."

"Go fuck your master," I said loudly.  "If he isn't to busy fucking David, that
is."

Penny didn't give a response, but I was surprised when Joey turned over with a
strange look in his eyes.

"Uhm, I wouldn't mind doing it to get some more room.  And I'm kinda hungry
for..."

Joey frowned at my shocked expression, then said, "What?  You can't tell me you
haven't gotten used to doing it to that thing on the wall."

"Yeah, but that's different.  It isn't real."

"So?  Come on.  It won't be that bad.  Besides I'm going have to take a really
big shit soon, and I'd rather not have to do it up here."

I saw in Joey's mind he had made the conscious decision to not look upon sucking
dick as something bad.  It had been his only recourse when he realized it was
meant to make him easier to control.  In his mind, Joey had reasoned that
sucking a dick wasn't unnatural, just unsocial.  And while getting his
nourishment from the fake dick, he imagined he had been sucking me off.

I was a bit torn between what I thought was right and wrong for myself, and what
was best over all.  My mind reasoned it would only further prove they had
control over us, but my heart told me what they made us do would not change who
we were and  loved.  I loved Joey, would do anything for him, and at that point
I suddenly didn't find the thought of sucking him off to be a degrading or
terrible act.  It was one of those damn lines I had drawn in the dirt.  But I
wasn't going to cross it just to cross it.  I wanted to show that I loved him
and in my mind we were of one mind, soul, and finally body..

"Promise me this," I said as I started fondling his dick.  "If we both like it
and we get out of this somehow, we only do it to each other and no one else?"

"Shit," Joey said as moved his head towards my crotch.  "Tim, I don't think I
could ever do anything like that except with you, and you know it.  Damn if my
mouth is watering.  So do you want to take turns?  Or just do it at the same
time?"

I pulled my head towards his hard dick and shuddered.  I made a few changes to
my own conditioning, then found my mouth watering also.  I had to admit, the
stuff we had been living on the past three weeks smelled just like Joey's dick.
And after having starved myself once in a while so I could scan the insane minds
around me for any changes, I actually found the odor appetizing.

"Same time," I said before using my tongue on his head to get a sample taste.
"Wow..  It doesn't taste like shit after all."

"Ieh thasths pherthy gud to mae," Joey said with his mouth full.  "Path tha
salth."

"I'll pass the salt, all right," I said before taking him in my mouth fully. The
taste only lasted a few moments, but I wasn't doing it for the taste.

We laid there nursing on each other, neither one of us in a hurry to make the
other cum.  Despite everything we had felt and said, neither one of us wanted to
have the other shoot in our mouth.  And strangely enough, the idea of faking it
never occurred to either of us.

I was starting to feel pretty good.  I could almost say I was enjoying myself.
For a few minutes I forgot the problems we were facing and the discomforts from
everything they had done to me.  My best friend and I were together doing
something that for all intents and purposes was the greatest expression of love
we had ever given each other.

Something inside of me flared its nostrils and told my morals and good taste
that if I didn't take him to the height of sexual pleasure at that time, I may
never have the chance again.  The beast inside me released my mental restraints,
freeing my lusts from their bonds of homophobia, and made me want Joey sexually
in every way.  He was my lover, he was my keeper, he was my savior.  There was
nothing left I wouldn't do to complete the cycle of events we had started the
day we had first fooled around in my room.

I started using my tongue to stimulate his crown, then used some suction on him.
He paused in surprise for a moment when I started to make "Mmmm" sounds, but
then started to pump my dick in and out of his mouth in an attempt to give me as
much pleasure as I was giving him.

But Joey wasn't going to cross the line that I had.  I surprised him again when
I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me so his dick went into my throat.  I
nuzzled his testes with my nose, wishing I could breathe in their scent while my
lips worked as much of his pubic hair into my mouth.

When I couldn't hold my breath any more, I pulled back while penetrating his ass
with my finger.  I don't know who was more surprised at that point.  Joey from
my actions, or me from his dick spurting its seed into my mouth.  But I quickly
recovered from my surprise and slurped it all down.  There wasn't all that much,
but I savored every drop of it as if it was a fine wine.

My own dick released its own load, and Joey did his best to make it appear as if
he enjoyed it.  I knew it was an act, but I appreciated his desire to please me.
The beast inside me had been satisfied and quietly returned to its hiding place,
letting me know that the cycle had been completed and that the line had been
wiped from existence.  Whether or not I ever did it again would be up to me to
decide.

As promised, the floor was turned off, so Joey and I moved down to the floor and
snuggled the best we could.  We didn't speak or think anything to each other for
several hours, just held each other and took turns crying. We knew that no
matter what happened the next day, we would never feel the same about each
other.  We had grown so close that we could only grow apart from that moment on.

We barely had enough time to shit in the corner before the daily shower began,
and then we didn't waste any time to relive some old shower memories.  I almost
wished Suzi had been locked up with us while Joey fucked my ass.  Her absence
was extremely felt, especially when he came inside me and caused me to spurt my
second load through the grilled floor.

Then just to prove to whoever was watching that we hadn't been coerced into
doing anything we didn't wish to do, Joey and I spent what felt like hours
sucking and licking our cocks and testicles, getting used to the feel and taste
of the others pitifully small ejaculations.

We fell asleep in each others arms and slept the entire night sharing our dreams
and feeling the strange new sexual bond between us solidify.  It was the first
really fully homosexual experience I had, and the knowledge that I could enjoy
unrestricted sex with another guy was, well, strange to me.  The thing that
comforted my homophobic fears was telling myself, "Only with Joey, I could only
ever wish to do it with Joey."

Steven's voice woke us up the next morning with the warning "You have two hours
left."

"Well?" I simply asked as the rubber dick filled with our morning meal.

Joey's face remained expresses as he answered, "I guess you better do it.  We
don't have any other choice left."

It took nearly the entire two hours to undo the complex series of instructions
my father and I had installed in his mind.  Joey simply sat there, never showing
a single emotion as his only defense against his worst enemy was stripped from
his mind.  In many ways he was committing suicide, and I was committing murder.
But there was the single hope that my parents would find us so the twins could
undo whatever Steven does to us.  We had no doubt that Steven would let Joey's
mom take her own life just to prove he could and would.

And because of that, I did insert some new commands into Joey's mind once I had
finished removing the rest.  No matter what Steven did to Joey's mind, Joey
would always make sure his mother and father were alive and safe before
following anyone's orders.  I had no intention of simply handing Joey over to
Steven without ensuring his parent's safety.  If either one of them died, Joey
would seek revenge on Steven without consciously knowing it.

When I finished, I sat down next to Joey and took his hand.

"Joey?" I said softly.  "I love you.  No matter what happens, they will never
take that away from me."

Joey looked over at me then laid us both down before pressing his lips against
mine. We kissed long and gently, sharing each other's fear and hope until the
gas overtook us.  Something about the way he did it told me he was saying good
bye.  We both knew the next time we saw each other, Joey would be a different
person.  A twisted image of his true self that would hate my very existence, and
attempt to break my will to serve Steven and Penny.

And nothing was more true than that.

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