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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip (rass_senip@usa.net)
Proofread By: The Evil Eye

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>This posting contains:

  Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
     Part 6 - Troubles of Sexuality            (mm)
     Part 7 - Vision of the Damned             (mc mf rape (sort of))

>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 6 - Troubles of Sexuality
(mm)

Sitting in my second hour class, I pondered over a dream I had woken up from
that morning.  While I had come to terms with being a bisexual two years
before, I was troubled over the possibility that I was leaning towards the
homosexual side of the spectrum.

I hadn't had sex with a girl for nearly two weeks, but had willingly accepted
every single one of Eric's invitations or hints to screw around with him.  And
the fact that I had woken up that morning cumming from the dream of having
dirty sex with Eric really disturbed me.  I was even considering ending it with
Eric, but really didn't know how I could since I though he was all I had to
live for at the time.

To top things off, I was overcome by this intense desire for his cock in my ass
when I saw it in his eyes as he walked up to me between second and third
periods.  All of my concerns were instantly forgotten as I embraced him right
there in the hall, him having to stop my hands from undoing his jeans before I
came partially to my senses and made everyone around us forget what they had
seen.

I was literally lost in my sexual hunger as Eric led me upstairs.  My self
control was being severely strained by the time we reached the third floor, and
when Eric turned to ask me something halfway to the door, I plastered my mouth
over his and sent my hands to explore his body.

Without realizing it, I had pressed Eric against the wall and was trying to
lower his pants.  He broke off from our deep kissing and gasped, "Tim, stop so
we can get in the room."

My only response was to continue my tasting of his neck as I pulled out the key
and handed it to him.  Eric pushed me away for a moment so he could head
towards the door, but I quickly took up where I left off, standing behind him
as he struggled to use the key.

My brain boiled with lust and desire for his body, my only remaining shred of
control dissolving when the door closed behind us.  Eric stood still as my
hands pulled his shirt off and my mouth began sucking on his bare back, feeling
the pressure of my hardon rubbing against his ass through our jeans.

When my hands sank to undo his jeans, he took my hands in his and turned around
to face me.  While he pulled my shirt off, I only somewhat noticed how Eric had
grown a few inches since that January day where I had submitted to his own
licks and kisses.

After he had thoroughly teased my nipples, I pushed him backward onto the bed
with myself on top of him.  We made out like mad before we fumbled with the
other's fly, and soon we were locked in a 69 position, my mouth watering at the
sight of his cock.

I plunged my mouth down on it, then began using my tongue as I jerked my mouth
up and down.  The moans and groans he made were all I needed to continue, not
even concerned at his inability to return the cock sucking favor.

But then I heard Eric's cracked voice gasp, "Oh, James," a wave of cold shock
washed over my body and mind.  I suddenly became very aware of my actions and
my loss of control, and Eric's slip of the tongue wasn't forgotten either.

My mouth's humping of his organ quickly ground to a halt, and I just laid there
frozen as my mind spun with these things.  I never noticed Eric attempting to
bring my flaccid cock to arousal with his own oral attempts, but after a few
minutes I heard his confused voice say, "Tim?"

I smiled weakly down at him, and for a moment I forgot my troubles as my heart
surged with the sight of my concerned lover and friend.

"What's wrong?" he asked before getting up to lay beside me face to face.

I felt a lump in my throat form as I opened my mouth to speak, then found his
eyes gazing into mine with such love and concern that I didn't realize I was
forming an empathic connection until I felt his feelings flood into me.

Luckily the connection was only one way, and the feeling I was receiving from
him drew my lips towards his once more.  But this time, the kiss was loving and
completely sensual, neither of us trying to rush it or wish to make it sexual
anymore.

I ended up being the one on top after our long kiss ended, and continued my
oral loving on his chest, concentrating my efforts on his not so immature
boy-breasts.

When Eric's hand stroked my cheek, I responded to his loving caress by relaxing
into it, and a few moments later laid my head down on his chest as he continued
to stroke my cheek and hair.

After several minutes, Eric's hand came to a halt and rested limply on the side
of my head, Eric thinking I had fallen asleep.  I allowed him to continue to
believe this as his thoughts turned towards his worries and troubles concerning
me.

Deep down Eric worried I would tire of him and leave him like James had done.
He hadn't realized he had said James' name while experiencing a flash back of
one of last times James had made love to him before running off with the
bikers.  His concern over losing me had been weighing heavily on his mind
lately, especially from my increasing willingness at having sex with him
whenever either of us was a little horny.

My losing interest in him sexually seemed to be the greatest threat to our
relationship for Eric.  After all, the beginning of our relationship had been
sexual, so it was only natural for Eric to think it required that aspect for it
to continue.

And for a few minutes I laid there with my eyes closed believing he was right.
My earlier homophobic feelings and thoughts had returned, along with the
startling realization that I really wasn't interested in looking for someone
else to have sex with right then.  I tried to sort out the feelings I had about
that, then stopped pursuing it when I found myself getting depressed.

After a few minutes of just laying there feeling Eric's sleepy mind recall his
earliest memories of the love he felt for me, I came to the conclusion that it
didn't matter what I was doing or feeling differently than before.  The
important thing was that Eric needed me just as much as I needed him, so before
he could fall completely asleep I said gently, "I love you, Eric Nicholas
Roberts.  I'll always love you, and I won't ever leave you."

Eric's mind snapped to attention, realizing I hadn't been asleep and in fact
had been listening in on his thoughts.  I was startled to find my invasion of
his privacy had hurt him more than the fact that I had uncovered something
which he had been trying to hide from me.

"I'm sorry, Eric," I said looking up at him.  "I didn't mean to..  You see, you
said James' name while I was suckin' ya, and that upset me until I found out
why."

"I said his name?  I don't remember saying it," Eric said confused and a little
suspicious.

>From the look of distrust in his eyes, I knew what I had to do before this
could go any further.

"Eric, you remember when I linked everyone up to me while we were fighting
Young Lee?"

"What?  Yeah," he said, unsure where this was heading.

"Well, I just realized that had been the first time I ever linked with you
telepathically, and I'm sorry I didn't think about it until now.  I love you,
Eric, and I want to share my deepest secrets and my most private thoughts with
you.  I never meant to deceive you or spy on you, so I offer to let you see
whatever you wish within my head if you just say yes."

His eyes lost their distrust to the open honest gaze of my own eyes, and a few
moments later he whispered a "Yes," while gently nodding his head.

I started forming the links as I reached out and embraced him in a mutual
loving hug, flipping the connect switch in my head while we were within each
other's arms.

By the time Eric had gotten over his initial excitement and got the hang of
exploring another person's mind, he had forgotten all about why I had done it
in the first place.

But the moment the thought occurred to me, Eric intercepted it, and once he saw
I wanted him to do so, he sought out what he needed to know.

Ironically, I ended up being the one who benefited the most from our two way
link.  Once Eric had satisfied himself with what had happened, he concentrated
on my concerns that I was becoming another James.  He knew I hadn't actually
lost interest in girls because he was constantly noticing my eyes checking out
the girls in the halls, and that in itself made me feel a lot better for it was
true.

But Eric didn't stop there.  He also pointed out that if I was truly becoming
more homosexual than heterosexual, I would be checking out the guys like I had
been the girls, and since I hadn't even considered looking at the guys, I
wasn't any more gay than I had been.

Then Eric examined my feelings for him and eventually came to an important
conclusion which made us both very happy.  My increasing sexual attraction
towards him was due to the closeness and trust I felt for him.  I was keeping
my distance from others for the moment because I didn't want to risk getting
hurt by anyone else, and also feared unintentionally hurting them too.

But I had grown to depend on the love I shared with Joey and Suzi so much that
I couldn't go without it.  As long as I had Eric, my life was... well, not
complete.  But it was pleasurable and quite livable, making him a necessity to
keeping me happy and alive.

Eric and I ended up picking up where we left off, our combined desire and
horniness driving our linked bodies and minds as we sucked and humped the
other's mouth.  As with all first-time sexual experiences, our telepathic two
way 69ing was incredibly pleasurable and fulfilling, our minds sharing our
orgasms and ecstasy as our two cocks shot off inside our two mouths, then
finding our distinctly different tasting cum surprisingly amusing and worth
discussing afterwards.

My only regret was the knowledge that Eric would always find the regular way
less pleasurable, and therefore would be dependant on my abilities to give him
the full pleasure he would always seek.  But I knew Eric was one of those
people who could get over the disappointment, the eroticism of his actions
always having been as great of a reward as the pleasure of his orgasmic
release.

A week later, all of my worries returned again when I found myself studying a
male sophomore in a sexual sense.  I managed to shrug it off, but then the next
day I caught him checking me out like I had been doing the day before.  I
almost panicked when I felt my excitement rise with the discovery of his own
interest in me, but then my brain started sorting out my feelings like Eric had
done, and I realized I wasn't actually interested for myself, but actually
wanted to find others for Eric to enjoy.

Despite the happiness and contentment Eric had with our relationship, Eric
missed having another truly gay male to share with.  Like he had pointed out to
me, my eyes were constantly checking out the girls, while his were less
obviously checking out the guys.  He had learned it was useless to try and talk
to me about someone he had thought was good looking, my reaction always being
one of polite yet obvious disinterest.

Shawn, the guy whose attraction to other males I had been picking up on, had
realized his sexuality only a few months ago, but had been giving and receiving
blow jobs with his cousin intermittently for over two years.  So far, Shawn had
only admitted his sexuality to that same cousin, and after his cousin reacted
very badly to the news, he decided he shouldn't tell anyone else, and prayed
his cousin would keep his secret.

The reason Shawn had told his cousin in the first place was because he was sure
he was gay also and hoped they could go further than just sucking each other
off.  But now he wasn't so sure what his cousin really was like, for Craig, his
cousin, had been avoiding him as much as possible.  He even once noticed Craig
in the hall at school turning around and going another way just to avoid
walking past him.

I was just sitting down in my seat in fourth hour when I found Craig's mind.
He was anxious about the test he was about to take, and that hampered my
attempts to examine his sexual nature.

Craig was determined not to be gay.  He was scared of what it meant to be gay,
scared of what his life would be like, and in all honesty wasn't entirely sure
that he found guys more attractive than girls.  I used Eric's method of
determining one's sexual preference, finding that he was too afraid to even
look at guys or girls, deep down fearing he would end up looking at the guys.

I found that Craig missed his cousin, but feared finding the truth out even
more.  I kept a lock on his mind while I left him to take his test, then joined
him at his table for lunch.

He was clearly disturbed by my sitting down next to him without having said a
word.  I couldn't help smile when he looked over at me, which only upset him
even more.

"Your name is Craig, right?" I finally said to break the ice.

"Huh?  Uhm, yeah..  You're... uhm,  Tim?"

"Yeah," I said, more astonished than he was at having known my name.

"How did you.." we both said at the same time, then shared in a laugh.

"Everyone knows who you are," he said in a hushed voice.

"They do?" I said, honestly surprised.

"Yeah," he said, avoiding my eyes.  "After you and that other guy, uhm, Joey,
got kidnapped, your pictures were on the news every night for a month."

"Oh.." I said, checking out a few other people's minds around us and finding
they also knew who I was.

"So..."  Craig prompted, bringing my mind back to my own head.

"So, what?  Oh... Let's just say I know your name through your cousin, but he
doesn't know I'm here talking to you."

"You're a friend of Shawn?" Craig said, getting suspicious and a bit nervous.

"No, not really.  I just met him an hour ago, and I've never spoken to him.
Don't worry about that though.  I just wanted you to know that I know what
you're going through and you're worried about nothing."

Craig sat there a moment trying to decide what the hell I was talking about
while he ignored the possibility I knew about his confusion for his sexuality.

So to clear all doubt from his whirling mind, I said, "You're not gay, Craig."

His face went white as his eyes showed is alarm, but other than glancing to see
if anyone had heard, he didn't move or make a sound.

After a few moments of absolute silence between us, Craig asked, "Shawn told
you?"

"Not exactly, no."

He was starting to feel panicky, and I felt bad about bringing this down on him
like that right after a stressful test.

"Hey.  It's cool, Craig.  I'm sorry if I'm rattling ya.  It's just that last
week I was sort of going through the same thing you are right now, and I
thought you'd like talk about it.  If you want, we can go somewhere private to
talk, or I can just go away. I won't say anything to anyone either way."

Although it wasn't verbal, his answer was immediate, and I simply nodded my
head, got up and walked away.

Two days later, Shawn noticed me in the hall again, but this time he called me
over to him.

"Yeah?" I asked, feeling his curiosity and concern on the rise.

"You know my cousin, Craig, right?"

"No, not really," I said, then grinned a moment for realizing I had said the
exact same thing to Craig.

"Didn't you eat lunch with him one day?" Shawn asked, a little uncertain.

"Yeah," I said.  "Or at least I started to."

"So...  What did you talk about?" Shawn said nervously.

"I promised I wouldn't say.  But I think you already know what we talked
about."

"He thinks I sent you to...  Anyway, he's mad at me, and it's your fault."

"Sorry," I said, not sounding it.  "I offered to talk about his problem, but he
refused my help.  That's all I did."

"How do you know anything about his so-called problem?" Shawn said angrily.
"He said he had never even spoken to you before.  And since I sure as hell
didn't tell you anything about him, where do you get off with him having a
problem?"

"Hey," Eric said as he walked up to us.

"Eric," I said pleased and excitedly.  "Your timing is perfect.  Eric, this is
Shawn.  Shawn, Eric."

I stood there grinning as they both unconsciously gave each over the once over
before realizing what the other's eyes were doing.  Eric looked up at me with a
raised eyebrow, reminding me of Joey's Mr. Spock imitation.  But before that
reminder could cause me any discomfort, I diverted my attention to the
situation at hand.

"Uhm, I've got to be getting to class," Shawn said before hurrying away.

"Tim, what's going on?" Eric asked after watching Shawn disappear around the
corner. 

"Shawn needs a friend to help him adjust, Eric," I said in a soft voice.  "I
thought you'd like to be that friend."

Eric turned around with a look of concern, then peered deeply in my eyes and
asked, "Why did you think that?"

"Oh, come on Eric.  We both know you miss having James around to talk with.  I
love you, and I'm not trying to get rid of you.  I want you to be happy, and
when I found Shawn checking me out like you check other guys out, I though that
maybe you and he could be friends."

"When you say friends.."

"I mean just friends."

"What if it went beyond that?"

"What if it did?  What difference does it make if I have sex with a girl
tonight or you had sex with another guy tonight?  I know you love me, and you
know I love you.  As far as I'm concerned, you can have sex with anyone you
like as long as you're careful who it is and care about them."

The bell rang at that moment, but we both ignored it as Eric entered my space.

"Does this mean you still like me enough to have me fuck your sexy ass?" Eric
said with a husky voice.

"You can fuck my ass any time you feel like it," I said, moving into position
for a kiss.

"Good," Eric said, suddenly stepping out of my space and turning to walk away.

"Fuck," I said, realizing he had been teasing me. 

I watched him go around the same corner Shawn had, catching the grin on his
face, and feeling him relax his hold on his own excitement a moment later.  If
I had wished to, I could have followed him and would not have had any trouble
convincing him to finish what he had suggested.  But for the first time in
months, I felt horny for something else.

When I arrived at the girls locker room, the twenty five girls were already
lined up and waiting for me to choose.  I narrowed it down to three of them
fairly quickly, then the four of us went into the showers to have a little fun
while the rest went on to their gym class.

I love how the water makes a girl's skin look so shiny, so slick.  But despite
my arousal from the sight of the three good looking nude girls giving me quite
a show in the showers, it just wasn't enough; something was missing.  It took
me a few minutes to realize what that was. 

It simply wasn't any fun without Joey.

I strongly considered inviting him down to enjoy the show, but I knew that
wouldn't have worked.  He and I couldn't even be in the same room together
without one of us making some kind of remark that would flare the temper of the
other.  I was just as guilty as he was at shooting the first shot in what was
becoming our own personal insult war.  I guess you can only take so much crap
from someone before you start throwing some of it back.

Brad probably would have loved to have a chance at fucking those three in a
row, but that wasn't what I had in mind.  I mean, yeah, I knew I'd probably end
up fucking one or all of them, but it would have to be up to the girls.  Even
if they were in a dream state, they wouldn't just fuck without truly wanting
to.  And besides, Brad was still mad at me for freeing Sandi.

After spending about ten minutes scanning John and a few others who knew of my
abilities, I contacted John and found him very acceptable to the idea.

John was rather nervous about going into the girls locker room, and I basically
had to open the door and invite him in just to get him in there.

"Oh man," John said excitedly.  "I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed
of doing this.  But I never thought I'd..  Thanks, Tim."

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry I never invited you before.  Joey and I used to do this
a lot before... you know."

He nodded silently just as we entered the showers, and I was about to ask if he
was going to get undressed when he stopped in his tracks looking at the three
girls showering before us.

"What's the matter?" I asked him when I saw the disappointment on his face.

"I... I know them.  I know all three of them," he said faintly.

"So?"

"I can't, Tim.  I'm sorry, but I can't do something like this to people I know.
It's wrong.  I wouldn't ever be able to look at them without thinking about...
God, they are beautiful.  Sexy and beautiful....  Look, I gotta get out of
here.."

My mouth hung open as I searched for something to say while he hurried back the
way he had come in.  I was still trying to think of something to convince him
to stay when the door clicked shut behind him on the other side of the locker
room.

When I turned around and looked at the girls, I saw them in a different light
than before.  I shivered as I realized that I too knew them, and John was right
about it not feeling right.  They were people who I knew, people who were my
peers, not some toys I could borrow for a while and return them to their proper
place later.  Perhaps if they were complete strangers it would be different,
but without that anonymous factor I knew I couldn't go through with it.

Once they were back in their clothes, I sent them to join the others in their
gym class.  I was discouraged, yet had a sense of having done something right,
so for once I left to go to my class without having been satisfied.

The next day, Shawn entered the boys room while I was taking a pee and before I
was finished, he said, "What do you want from me?
"Huh?" I said as I felt his stress hit me.  Out of habit, I only shook it
before turning around and saying "What makes you think I want anything from
you?"

"You..." he started, then momentarily glanced down at my cock before I
remembered to put it away.  

"Look!" he said angrily.  "Don't fuck around with me anymore!  I don't know
what you think you know about me, but I'm not going to let you tell everyone
I'm..."

I locked my eyes on his and opened an empathic connection before saying, "I'm
not going to tell anyone, Shawn.  You see, I noticed you checking me out like
Eric does, and I thought you and Eric could be friends.  I never meant to
invade your privacy.  I just thought you and Craig would like to know people
who went through the same things that you're going through."

His expression had lost its desperate look, but his eyes still contained some
fear as he considered my sincere words. 

So I added softly, "Relax.  Eric and I are lovers.  That's why you don't have
any reason to fear us telling anyone you're gay."

Shawn blinked at my revelation, then opened his mouth to say something but was
interrupted by a freshman entering the bathroom.

I nodded my head towards the door, then followed Shawn out into the hall.
There was only a minute left before the bell, so we quickly arranged to meet by
the main entrance after school.  We parted with the understanding that if Shawn
chose not to show up there would be no hard feelings and I wouldn't say a word
to anyone.

Eric seemed to take the news with a grain of salt when I informed him of what
had happened.  He didn't like the fact that I was trying to find him a "gay
friend," and after he said it like that, I could feel how strongly that
distinction between us bothered him.  He was gay, I was bi.  But what could we
do about it?

Yet Eric did join me at the front entrance after school, and even though he was
still a little upset about it, he didn't let it show.

We just stood against the wall talking about school stuff, mostly the upcoming
student elections and Suzi's candidacy for class president.  We of course were
planning to help her get elected, but we had different ideas of how we would
help.

"I can't just blanket the whole school like that, Eric!" I said.  "That
wouldn't be fair, not to mention totally dishonest.  Suzi would hit the roof if
she heard you suggest that."

"What?  You'd take the risk of letting Barney Whitman be class president your
Senior year?"

"Huh?  What's wrong with Barney?"

"He's a bigot, that's what's wrong."

"A bigot!" I said, breaking out in a laugh.

"You heard me.  He's all the time calling people queer, and.."

"Eric.." I said, looking him in the eyes with a big old grin.  "Barney also
calls people bitch, pussy, cock-sucker, and everything else.  He's dirty
mouthed, but he doesn't really mean anything by it.  It's just the way he
talks."

"So... Are you saying that you'd rather have him than Suzi for class
president?"

"No.  It's just that it wouldn't be the end of the world if he did.  And
besides...  Suzi has something that Barney doesn't have."

"What?  Boobs?...  Oh.. You mean us..."

"Nope," I said with another grin.  "Suzi has the best adviser she could ever
get.  Someone who practically ran the place for three years, even though they
weren't even class president."

"Oh... You mean that LeAnne chick...  Wait. I thought you said she was going to
school in California?"

"She is, but she's coachin' Suzi over the phone and stuff.  LeAnne really knows
her school politics.  Suzi's going to be leading the pep rally this Friday,
she's the head of the Junior Prom decorating committee, and... you can't tell
anyone, but I kind of overheard some plans to use the west parking lot for an
indoor pool."

"A pool?!" Eric exclaimed.  "Cool!"

"It isn't as cool as you think, Eric.  I was walking out to my car when it hit
me that my car would have been at the bottom of the pool if I parked there in
two years.  Starting next year, only Seniors would be allowed to park on
campus."

"That sucks.  But still...  I mean, we'd have a pool.."

"Yeah.  A pool that the whole district would have to share.  A pool that only
those who take a swimming class or are on the swimming team could use.  A pool
that most of the current underclassmen would never get to use, but cost them
their parking places their junior and sophomore years.  So I told Suzi about it
thinking she might be able to use it to help get the underclassmen's votes."

"Wow..  That _was_ a good idea..." he said before letting out a rather unhappy
sigh.

"What's the matter, Eric?" I said, feeling him struggle to keep his mood aloft.
"You can always swim over at my place."

"Huh?  Oh.  I don't really care about the school's pool...  I had just hoped
that I could think of something really cool that would help her, but you
already  found something that I couldn't possibly top.  Not that I'm trying to
top you or anything.  I'm just...  just...  not special like you."

"I think you're special," I said softly without looking at him.

"Yeah, well, you're just blinded by my good looks and magnetic personality,"
Eric joked.

"Shit," I scoffed before turning to took at him.

I was startled to find his words had some truth to them, although not the way
he had meant.  I studied Eric's profile and his soft open face for several
minutes before he noticed, then we both blushed after our eyes met for an
instant.  By that time we were sitting on the floor alone, and for a while we
just sat there quietly enjoying each other's presence while basking in each
other's glow.

"How long are we gonna wait?" Eric finally said.

"Hmm..  I think we've given him enough time.  Even if he had to take a really
long dump he should have made it here by now.  Come on, lover.  Let's go
swimming in a pool already built."

"Yeah.  And one that doesn't require bathing suits..." Eric added with a sly
grin.

Eric and I were half way out to the car when we heard someone calling our
names, then I was pleasantly surprised to find both Shawn and Craig running to
catch up with us.

"Sorry," Shawn said gasping.  "I wanted Craig to come with me, but he, uhm.."

"I'm not gay, so don't try anything," Craig blurted out in a nervous and out of
breath voice.

"Let's get one thing straight," I said after Eric snorted his disapproval.
"Nobody is gonna start anything with anyone.  All we're gonna do is talk.  And
for your information, I'm not the least bit interested in either of you two."

"What about.. him?" Craig said, indicating Eric.

"_I_ am not interested in you either," Eric replied.

"Oh.. Well, good then," Craig said unconvincingly.

"Uhm, if we're going to talk," Shawn said hesitantly, "can we go someplace
where we can sit down?"

"How about that new McDonalds?" Eric suggested to me.

"That's kind of.. public, isn't it?" Shawn said with just a hint of alarm in
his voice.

"Do you know of a better place?" Eric asked a little annoyed.

"Eric and I were going to go swimming at my place before you guys finally
showed up.  It's about as private as you can get, but it's a good twenty minute
drive from here."

"I'd have to call home first," Shawn said while looking at Craig for his
reaction.

"It's kind of cool outside today to go swimming," Craig complained.

"That's okay.  It's an indoor pool, and it's heated," I said patiently.

"But what about swim suits?  I don't have a pair big enough for me anymore."

"Then don't use any," Eric said.

"You can borrow one of mine," I said, giving Eric a warning look.

"Come on, Craig," Shawn pleaded.  "Think about it.  It's an indoor pool, and no
one to yell at us or annoy us.  Remember that pool at the hotel?"

"Yeah," he said with a little smirk.  "Okay, I guess.  But I'm just going
because Shawn wants me to, not because I need to talk about anything."

Eric's mood worsened during the drive home, partially because I hadn't let him
drive, but for the most part he was just not happy with the company.

Eric had grumpy moments like everyone else, but this was different.  He seemed
to be taking offense to everything the other two said, and his sarcastic
comments made Craig and Shawn extremely edgy about what they would say next.

By the time we got there, we all were glad to get out of the car.  Eric didn't
say another word as he went right up the steps ahead of us and disappeared
inside.  Shawn visibly relaxed a little, and then Craig said, "Maybe this
wasn't such a great idea."

"I'm sorry about Eric, guys.  He's not usually like this," I said, leading them
in.

"Hey Tim!" Eric called from somewhere down the hall.  "The twins want to swim
with us.  That's okay, right?"

"Yeah, that's cool," I replied.

"Don't worry about them," I said when I saw Shawn's frown.  "The twins don't
talk, and they wouldn't care less about what we talked about anyway."

"What are they?  Two years old or something?" Craig asked.

"Nope.  Actually they just turned eighteen," I said as we reached the changing
rooms.

I went over to the wardrobe, opened the swimming trunk draw and picked out one
for me, then told them they could choose their own.  It was a little strange
putting on swimming shorts before going swimming, having always just stripped
and dived in.

"These suits are like new," Craig commented from his dressing cube.

"You're the first to wear them, so I guess they are," I said while trying to
make the damn netting inside feel comfortable.

"Well, I'm ready," Shawn said opening his door.  "I'm just going to go jump in,
okay?"

"Yeah, go ahead," I mumbled while trying to undo the knot in my shorts. "Shit,
I knew I should have grabbed the velcro pair."

"Uhm, Tim?" Shawn said a minute later.  "Those twins are like, naked, and I
think Eric is too.  Is that, like, normal?"

I opened my cubicle door while still trying to undo my knot and said, "To tell
you the truth, yeah, it is.  That's why the suits are like new.  We never use
'em.  There!  Got it!" I said triumphantly having pulled the knot out. 

"Hey!" Craig said coming back from peeking out at the twins.  "Are they your
sisters or anything?"

"Not officially, no.  But I'm pretty close to them, why?"

"Oh, just wondering," he said before looking back around the corner at the
twins.

"I think your cousin likes girls, don't you?" I said quietly to Shawn.

"Looks like it," he said with a distant look in his eyes.

"Uhm, since I doubt we could talk Eric in putting a suit on, would you guys be
upset if I didn't wear one either?  The netting they put in these things
bothers me."

"Whatever," Craig said without looking back.

"I guess that's okay," Shawn said purposely glancing away from my shorts.

I surprised Shawn by the speed of which I took them off, for he looked back
over at me to say something but couldn't get it out from finding me already
nude.  I ignored his long stare at my crotch as I tucked the insides of the
suit back in and tossed them back in the drawer, but couldn't help but grin at
him when he suddenly realized his own trunks had become a bit uncomfortable
themselves and turned away sharply to hide his woody.

Craig didn't seem to notice how obvious his own lump was in his shorts as I led
them out to the pool.  Even after Shawn and I dived in, he stood there grinning
and talking to us completely oblivious to how his shorts were tented out.

"Are you going to swim, or just watch us do it?" Eric teased him.

"Yeah, Craig," Shawn said.  "Get in before your shorts have a permanent stretch
mark in them."

Eric and Shawn laughed at his joke while Craig looked down and saw what he
meant.

As his face started going red, I said, "Craig, come over here so you can meet
the twins.  They like guys who aren't afraid to show their stuff."

"They do?" he said walking over.

"Yeah.  Craig, this is Joy," I said, indicating the twin on my left, then put
my arm around Honey's back and said, "and this is Honey."

"Hi," Craig sheepishly said.  "Uhm I just want you to know you two must be the
hottest pair of, uhm, twins on the planet.  Or at least in my book you are."

The twins smiles caused him another blushing fit, then he suddenly leapt over
our heads into the pool with a shout. 

I got a kick out of watching Craig acting like he was a five year old around
the twins.  Once he had gotten some confidence, he was constantly asking them
to watch him as he did another trick or dive.

I'm not quite sure what helped Eric's mood out more, Craig's juvenile antics or
the fun we were all having doing fancy dives off the diving board or making new
and funny ways to slide down the water slide.  And I have to admit, I was
really enjoying just being one of the guys, one of those teenager things I
hadn't realized I had been missing until then.

We were just sitting around on the steps in the pool resting when Craig decided
he would prove to the twins how fearless he was.  He suddenly dived under the
water, then a few moments later he popped back up with a big grin.

"What was that about?" Shawn asked.

"Oh, nothing," he said as his shorts floated to the surface.

Eric cried, "Way to go Craig!" before the twins began moving towards Craig,
making Craig's smile disappear. 

"Whoa!" Eric whooped when my two sexy unofficial sisters kissed him on his
cheeks, then we all laughed when Craig lost his balance and fell away backwards
in the water from his knees giving out.

Eric got out to give the slide another go, and that's when I caught Shawn
checking out Eric's equipment close up.  When Eric reached the ladder, Shawn
turned towards me, then realized I had seen what he had been looking at and
started blushing himself.

Without saying a word, I got out of the pool and slowly made my way to follow
Eric up the ladder, making sure Shawn got another eye full of my own equipment.

The waterslide was only about twelve feet tall, but it was somewhat isolated
since the top half was a tunnel like tube.  When I reached the top, I found
Eric there waiting for me, then accepted his invitation to slide down with him.

We did that three or four times more before I had a call of nature, so I ran
off to the john leaving Eric to join in the other's game of Marco Polo.

When I returned, however, I found Eric sitting on the edge of the pool talking
to the two cousins with the twins nowhere to be seen.  I was about to ask where
they had went when Eric spread his legs a little wider as to give them both a
better view.

"..I'll be longer than my dad, but not as big around.  I think Tim's is still
longer, but I'm definitely bigger around now.  Aren't I Tim?"

"Suzi thinks you are, and I guess she should know," I said walking down the
steps of the shallow end.

"Hey, I thought you were gay?" Craig said.

"I am most of the time," Eric said releasing his hardening dick and leaning
back on his hands to show off.  "But Tim and Suzi talked me into losing my
virginity on her, so once in a while I get turned on by a girl.  There's no
rule saying I have to always want sex with a guy, is there?"

"No, I guess not," Craig said glancing at his cousin.

"Have you ever been turned on by a girl Shawn?" I asked.

"I guess so," he said glancing over at me, then looked a Craig a moment before
returning to watch Eric's dick bob up and down with his pulse.  "When Craig
first showed me his skin magazines, I liked looking at them as much as he did.
It wasn't until after we showed each other our stuff while we were hard that I
started thinking about guys like that."

"Shit, Eric," I said watching him pulse his meat without touching it.  "If you
don't stop making that thing bulge like that, you're gonna drive someone nuts
with frustration."

Eric grinned at me, then after giving himself a couple of good quick jerks, he
slipped back into the pool and submerged below the surface.

The twins returned while Eric was making sure everyone in the pool had gotten a
hard on from his show, and I quickly worked out that the twins had simply gone
to the bathroom themselves, they having had a call of nature of their own.

Before getting back in, the girls asked me in their empathic way of
communicating if they could 'play' with Craig or not.  I sent back my okay once
I felt out their intentions, then turned when Eric had suddenly whooped and
found Shawn walking to the slide butt naked.

"Well, this should get interesting," I said to no one as Eric got out to follow
Shawn up the ladder.

"Come on, Tim," Eric called when he reached the base of the ladder.  "We can do
a three person train now."

I complied with his request, but we ended up having to do another two man train
down the slide when Shawn didn't wait, and then he decided he was too tired to
go up the ladder again.  

I realized I was thirsty, and after mentioning it to the others, I went over to
the bar in the corner and announced the bar was open.

Somehow Craig had managed to hold off the twins since their return, but he
instantly sought refuge in joining us at the bar.

"I can't believe you live here," Shawn said as I poured his soda from the soda
fountain.  "I mean, you have an indoor pool with what looks like a full service
bar along side it.  Your house is more like a hotel than a house."

"Yeah," Craig added. "But there's nobody watching you to make sure you don't do
something they don't like or anything.  Speaking of which, could I have
something a little...  stronger to drink instead?"

"Don't do it, Tim," Shawn said seriously.  "Last time he talked someone into
giving him a couple of beers, he wouldn't stop until he was drunk and then he
got busted by his dad."

"Oh come on, Shawn.  I won't drink too much this time, I promise."

"Yeah, that's what you said last time."

"How about this," I interrupted before Craig could respond.  "If you guys are
over on a Saturday sometime and Craig wants a beer then, we'll let him prove to
us he knows when to say when.  That way, if he screws up, he can just spend the
night and sleep it off before he has to go home.  But until then, let's just
skip the strong stuff, okay Craig?"

"Yeah, okay," he said, trying to keep his excitement from showing.

"Well, I want my beer now, please," Eric said.

"Sure thing, mister.  Comin' right up," I said in my bartender voice while
grabbing a glass mug and pulling a cold one from the fridge under the counter.

"Hey!  How come he gets a beer?" Craig objected while watching me pour the dark
gold liquid from the bottle.

"You want one of these?" I said.  "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure!" Craig said, watching Eric take several big gulps then wipe
the foam off his mouth.

"Okay.  I guess you can't get drunk from just one of these," I said pulling
another out.  "How about you Shawn?"

"Uhh, no thanks," he said with a confused frown.

"Yeah, now that's more like it," Craig said as I poured his into a mug.

I kept a straight face as Craig brought his mug up to his lips and took two big
gulps.

Eric's snickering started the moment Craig's eyes went wide, then as Craig made
a horrible face, Shawn took a whiff of Eric's and said, "Hah!"

"APPLE JUICE!" Craig cried.  "I HATE APPLE JUICE!"

"Mind if I finish your beer cous?" Shawn said laughing.

"Sure, cous.." Craig said before wickedly dumping it over his head.

"You fucker," Shawn said while grabbing Eric's half empty mug and returning
fire.

"Shit!" Craig said finding himself smelling like apples. "What are you smiling
at!" he then said to me.  "This is all your fault!"

"Ack!" was all I could say before my face was showered by Shawn's soda.  But
after I had swallowed the mouthful I had received, I recognized Eric's cackle
and said, "I wasn't the one who called it a beer, now was I?"

"Hey, now wait a..." Eric said before I shot him in face with the fountain.

"No fair!" Eric complained immediately.  "Who am I gonna...  Oh wait.  Quick,
give me another apple juice."

I handed it to him carefully just in case he planned to use it on me, then
watched him shake the bottle of carbonated apple juice up before he said, "Oh
girls... I have a surprise for you!"

I almost said something, knowing his plan was doomed to fail since the girls
would sense his intentions and inevitably make it backfire somehow.

"Watch this," I said to the cousins as Eric walked up to the apparently naive
twins.

Just as Eric started to twist the top off with the opening pointed at the
twins, the two beauties did what had to be the most impressive slow motion
backwards dive.  It wasn't until Eric landed on the ground sputtering that I
realized their feet had shoved the bottle against Eric's chest and he had
gotten the full blast himself.

"You okay?" I said rushing up to him then helped him to his feet.

"Yeah, I guess," he said before wiping some juice from his brow.  "I'll be
right back."

Eric took three steps forward then dived into the pool, then when I saw Joy
start making her way for the steps, I knew he was out for revenge as much as to
clean himself off.

"Jeronimo!" Craig whooped as he cannonballed into the pool to aid Eric.

No sooner did Craig hit the water did a "Cowabunga!" come from Shawn as he
followed his cousin in.

Seeing the twins were now out numbered, I decided to even things up and dived
in after them.  Eric had swam between Joy's legs, lifted her off her feet, and
was setting up to launch her into the deep end when I surfaced, and before I
could get to him, he succeeded in his plan. 

Eric barely had time to notice who it was before he found himself lifted off
his feet, but the launch was scrubbed when Shawn came out of nowhere and
knocked me off balance.

Eric and Shawn naturally teamed up to take me down, and I quickly found myself
being lifted up by the pair of them. 

Joy was able to surprise them both just as they were getting ready to toss me,
and after Shawn got over the shock of her having licked his manhood underwater,
Eric and I were both surprised when he swam over to the ladder to get out.

"What's the matter, Shawn?" Eric called after him.  "She didn't mean anything
by it."

"I'm not getting out because of that," he said as he reached the top and turned
towards us, revealing his dick at full mast.  "I've just had a hardon so long
that it hurts, you know?"

"Shit, Shawn!" Eric exclaimed.  "Your dick is...  gorgeous!"

"You really think so?" Shawn said watching Eric frantically make his way
through the water towards him.  "It's not even as big as yours."

"So?" Eric said, lifting himself out and scrambling over to Shawn to get a
close look.  "It's big enough, and it's so perfect!  It's curved, but it
doesn't curve to a side, just upwards.  And it doesn't have any hair on the
shaft!  It looks so.. so.. perfect!"

I had swam up to the edge just to get a better look myself, and wrapped my arm
around Joy when she joined me, but then lowered it when her hand found my dick
and I felt her plea to suck me.

I wondered where her sister was, and then realized Craig was missing also. I
found his mind almost immediately, and then understood the reason for Joy's
request.

"...is pretty cool too you know," Shawn said sitting down next to Eric.  "No.
It's awesome, that's what it is.  I can't believe how.. how..  God, it is so
sexy!  I don't know why you think mine is so great.  I mean, next to yours, it
looks puny."

"Puny?  Dude, haven't you ever looked at the other guys in the shower?  You're
definitely not puny.  Wow, do that again."

"I don't think I can," he said, carefully cupping his happy sack with his hand.

"Eric," I interrupted while helping Joy out of the pool.  "If you don't want to
suck him off, I'll let Joy do it for you.  Otherwise I'll just go join Craig
and let the twins have their fun with us."

"Oh.  Uhm, you can go join Craig," he said staring at Shawn's cock.  But then
he looked up at Shawn and said, "Is that okay?"  Eric asked.

Shawn swallowed hard before saying loudly, "Yeah, that's uhm fine...  Can I..
Touch yours though?"

Eric's response wasn't verbal, and since Joy and I were halfway to the changing
room, I'm not sure how Eric gave his permission.  But obviously he had, for
before I went around the corner, I looked back at them, finding Eric already
between Shawn's legs while Shawn opened his mouth to get his first taste of
Eric's monster dick.

As Joy started lowering me into the thoughtless state Craig was in in the next
cubicle, I reached out with my mind and heart to feel Eric enjoying the gift I
had given him, and then sighed feeling his remaining ache for James was finally
starting to fade away.


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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip  - Proofread by Evil Eye 
Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
Part 7 - Vision of the Damned
(mf rape (sort of))

"I can't believe we're doing this," John said as we walked down the crowded and
unfamiliar hallway.

"You want to go back to our school?" I said while my eyes gave a good lookin'
brunette the once over.

"No way," John said staring at a girl bending over to fish something out of the
bottom of her locker.  "Is it me?  Or are the girls here better looking than at
our school?"

"A little of both, I think," I said while mentally inquiring on the location of
the girl's locker room from the nearest girl.  "This way."

When we arrived at the locker room entrance, I actually had to grab John's arm
to keep him from just walking in.

"I'm not ready yet," I said.  "I'm having a little trouble feeling everyone
out."

"Huh?  Why?  You said you've done this lots of times."

"I have, but it always was at our school, and I knew the layout and the
schedule.  Okay, I found the coach now, so just give me a minute."

We stood next to the entrance while I worked on blanketing all the girls inside
with my new and improved dream state commands, discovering it harder than I
thought since I didn't have Joey helping me.

I was just about finished when a blond with legs that wouldn't stop noticed us
standing there and said, "Well, I haven't seen you before.  Where have you been
hiding all my life, good lookin'?"

"I, uhm," John said glancing at me uncertainly.

"Not you," she said,  "Him."

"We've just never crossed paths before," I said ignoring John's embarrassment.
"Cause if we had, I would have died a painful death if I hadn't asked you your
name."

"Andrea," she said with sparking eyes.  "But my friends call me Andy."

"Andy, I'm Tim, and this is John, my bud."

"Well, I hate to make face and run, but I have to go change.  Maybe I'll see
you later?" she said flashing me a inviting smile.

"You can count on it, Andrea," I said before grinning at John.

It only took me another minute to finish, and then I said, "Okay, John.  Let's
go tit hopping!"

"Fuckin' grade A, man!" John said when we got our first look at the line up.
"I'm going to go nuts trying to pick just one out of these."

"Well then pick two or three.  I've already made my pick, so I'll let you
decide who stays and who goes.  You know the rules, right?"

"Yeah, no popping cherries, and if they say they don't want to, I'm not to try
and talk them into it.  But can I take them all in the shower before I start
weeding them out?"

"You can do whatever you want," I said stopping in front of Andy and taking in
beauty of her playboy centerfold body.

"I have to admit you have one of the sexiest bodies I've ever seen," I said to
her.  "And I keep getting this feeling from you that you want to see what I
have in the good looks department too.  Am I wrong?"

Strangely enough, Andy kept silent which was completely the opposite reaction I
had been expecting.  I had been sure she would have been just as forward in her
dream state as she had been awake, but all I got from her was a growing feeling
of submission driven by some kind of lust or desire.

"My, my..." I said, tracing the curve of her mature breasts with my finger,
causing shivers and goose bumps to migrate all over her beautiful body.  "You
certainly are full of surprises.  I bet you even have a lovely moan."

My empathic senses nearly caused my dick to explode from the intense burst of
desire which had followed a flash of fear.  It was like nothing I had ever felt
before.  I was certain she had enjoyed it as much as I had, so I decided I
would let my empathic senses guide me to exploring this new pleasure.

I led her over to an area between two rows of lockers, then found her expecting
me to force her to knees and threaten her with something she feared to make her
give me a blow job.  

Normally I would have stopped right there and just look for someone else, but
there was this strange feeling of her needing it while hinting at some untold
pleasure as reward.

I hesitantly placed my hands on her shoulders, then applied pressure as I said,
"Get on your knees, Andy."

Even though it had been more like a request than an order, she shivered as her
fear began to grow.  I started to reconsider going through with it, but then I
felt another surge of that promised lust come from her when she had complied.

I looked down at her frightened face, but instantly found the fear strangely
unreal, almost as if she was forcing herself to be frightened rather than it
naturally occurring.

"All right, bitch.  You see that lump in my shorts?  That has your next meal
inside it.  So unless you want to.. er.. have something really nasty happen to
ya, you better get busy."

My not too convincing threat worked all the same, and I admit her whimper and
sob gave my woody an extra push as she pulled my shorts down and opened her
mouth to engulf it.

As she worked her pretty lips and tongue up and down my shaft, we both began
losing ourselves in the teasing surges of desire she was experiencing.  It was
so strange how her fear grew along her own arousal, and at some point I must
have related the fear with getting our promised reward.

Without realizing it, I took a hold of her head and began slowly humping her
mouth, my actions being dictated by her strange empathic need.  When I had
increased my speed to where I was causing her to gag, her hands came up to try
and push me away. I didn't think twice about grabbing her arms to prevent her
from stopping me, then got my first taste of that promised pleasure as she
struggled to break away.

I forced her to the ground and humped her mouth as hard as I could while
keeping her arms pinned and disabling her legs.  When my balls started to
signal they were about ready to go, I slowed my speed down just like empathic
signals were telling me to.

The sight of the fright and tears on her face just stimulated me even more, and
once I removed my shirt with one hand, I got another rush from holding her down
as she began to struggle violently underneath me.

I waited until she tired, then forced my tongue into her mouth and started
exploring the terrified girl's tonsils.  Everything was as my empathic senses
told me they were to be, Andy finding herself fighting against her increasing
arousal as I raped her mouth as best I could.

When she bit my tongue in order to breathe, I gave her this smile that caused
her to start crying.  But the moment she felt my cock pushing up against her
front door, she shouted, "No!  Please, no.." while frantically attempting to
get away.

She nearly succeeded too when her knee found my crotch, but I grabbed her leg
as she got to her feet and then dragged her back down without any concern for
if I was hurting her.

For some reason I felt the needed to say, "It's time to lose your cherry,
bitch," which didn't make much sense since she wasn't a virgin.

She reacted like it had been a death sentence, and after a small frantic
struggle, I found her losing her strength as her terror and arousal overcame
her ability to fight.

When I plunged my cock into her dripping wet passage, she jerked like it had
hurt, but then shuddered with pleasure and involuntarily flexed her vaginal
muscles as I withdrew.

"You're a slut but don't know it," I said with spittle flying from my lips.  "I
think you're going to love fucking me whenever I decide to use you."

Despite my words making her eyes go wide with more terror, she found herself
being overcome by the pleasure my penetrations were causing her.  I found her
arms' struggles growing weaker, and her expressions transforming from fear and
pain to pleasure, then suddenly she gave out this most incredible moan I will
never forget.

"Yes, you ARE a fucking slut!" I said as she started humping back with vigor.
I plunged my tongue into her mouth as she began to suck on mine, then bit her
tongue out of cruelty and was rewarded with the return of her fear.

"Feel how helpless you are?  You can't even stop fucking me, can you?"

"NO!" she cried as tried to break away.  "Uhhh!"

With an incredible surge of strength, Andy flipped me onto my back, but instead
of trying to get away, she started pumping even harder.

I quickly flipped her back on bottom, then moved myself down a little and
parted her willing legs farther apart.

When she felt my warhead pressing up against her asshole, she snapped to her
senses a moment and cried out as my cock burrowed into her rectum.  She pounded
her fists against my shoulders and head as I ruthlessly fucked her tight ass,
but again she started to weaken against her arousal, and suddenly she knew she
could not escape becoming my mindless plaything.

She struggled for a few moments more, then gave up as her will weakened and
began aiding my thrusts any way she could.

The last of her will faded away when I began nipping at her breasts and causing
her to wriggle in pleasure and pain.  The moment I had broken her will, I found
myself wanting even more.

As I switched back to her hot cunt and again plunged my tongue into her willing
mouth, I made sure she knew everything I was doing as I entered her mind.

The incredible pleasure pushing me to erase her very mind and replace it with a
mindless sex slave was beyond anything I had ever felt before.  And while Andy
shook from the terror of having her mind slowly taken away, there was a new
sensation entering the empathic link, one which seemed familiar to me, yet I
wasn't sure why.

First I blocked all traces of her past life and friends from her conscious mind
and replaced them with constructions of having fucked me since birth, then
proceeded to deal with the trickier programming of her personality.  She no
longer had a name, no longer had any life of her own, only the everlasting
desire to serve me and to pleasure me as best as she could make her body
perform.

As I was finishing my work and approaching what I expected to be the mother of
all orgasms, the familiar empathic sense grew along with my impending release.
The moment my dick started its first spasm, the world exploded into corruption
around me as my empathic senses quadrupled in their sensitivity and clarity.

Below me was not the beautiful and attractive girl that had been there moments
before.  The creature whom I was still pumping my seed deep into its insides
was beyond disgusting or gross, it was evil, completely corrupted, and I was
overwhelmed by the sense of whose evil it was.

"Tim!" a garbled voice cried from behind me.  "What the fuck are you doing?!"

It took me a few moments to realize the terribly malformed person before me was
John, but just as that came to me, I noticed the army of mutants standing
around behind him.

"What is wrong with you?" John's garbled voice said to me as I shrank away.
"It's okay, it's only me.  Come on, Tim.  You're starting to scare me here."

"No.." I said weakly as I recognized the source of the evil which had mutated
the entire gym class of girls behind him, making them stand there in a dream
state waiting for someone to suggest something to them.  The source naturally
being me...

"NO!" I said as I frantically began undoing the commands I had forced upon
their innocent minds.  

John started to panic as the girls around him started coming out of their dream
states, especially when a few of them screamed when they saw him.

"Tim!  What are you doing?!" he cried before deciding he had better get his
clothes on and took off for where he had left them.

I wasn't paying attention to the havoc taking place around me, so I didn't
notice a woman teacher coming in to investigate the screams and shouts.  Most
of the girls had at least their underwear on by that time and several were
trying to explain what had happened.

A couple of girls had John cornered in the shower, and once two other women had
made sure all the girls were decently dressed, the principal and a few other
male adults entered including two policemen.

Every person who I laid eyes on had horrible disfigurements to my empathic
senses, but I knew immediately that they were not due to the evil of one or
more telepaths, but the corruption due to life itself.

I was horrified by this realization, and as I finished undoing the damage I had
done to Andy's mind, a feat which I could not have done without the aid of my
corrupted vision, I was overcome by my own terror for the corruption around me.

I became frantic when I found myself trapped by those monsters, and after they
prevented me from escaping their hold, I sunk down onto my knees then covered
my head with my arms and tried to curl up inside myself.

As I rested like that, I found my overpowering empathic senses starting to
fade.  The moment I was able to think straight again, I snapped my head up,
drawing the attention of the two policemen, another adult, and John who was
sitting on a bench handcuffed ten feet away from me.

"How are you feeling, son?" the third man said walking up to me.

I feigned confusion as I assessed the situation, then with only a slight
hesitation sent the men into dream land.

"You okay?" I asked John.

"I think so.  What about you?"

"I'm all right now.  Sorry if I scared you," I said while having his cuffs
removed.

"What happened?  And why did you wake all the girls up?  Shit, we're in so much
trouble," he said worriedly.

"I'll explain later about what happened, but I promise you we're not in
trouble," I said as I started getting dressed.

It took some doing, but I managed to clear up the mess in a couple of hours,
then to John's surprise I had Andy join us at the car.

I explained everything to him before we got in the car, and I didn't argue with
him when he wanted to go home rather back to our school for the day.

Once I dropped him off, I spent several hours going through Andy's mind trying
to find any trace of the tampering I knew there had to have been.  I gave up
around four thirty that afternoon, then got myself prepared for what I knew
would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do.

"Tim?" Margaret said surprised when she answered the door.  "It's nice to see
you, but I'm not sure this is a good time for you too.."

"Grandma?  Can I have a sodie?" I heard Tommy say from inside the house.

"I'm really sorry, Margaret.  Uhm, this isn't going to be pretty.  Please, take
Tommy in the car and go somewhere for a while.  I promise nobody is going to
get hurt."

She was about to argue with me when she saw it in my eyes.  She glanced in the
direction of Joey's room, then nodded her head and left the doorway to get her
purse.

She didn't say a word as she and Tommy passed Andy who was just staring out
into space.  I waited until she was on the main road heading for town before
entering the house of my old friend.

"Hey mom?  What are we having for.." Joey said coming out of his room right as
I turned the corner.

"WHAT the FUCK are you doing in MY HOUSE!" he spat.

"I take it Sarah is here?" I said walking past him towards his room.

"Joey, what's..  Oh," Sarah said coming out of his room.  "What are you doing
here?"

"Do you have any idea what your brother has been doing behind your back?" I
said with some anger in my voice.

"What are talking about?!" she said defensively.

"Where's mom and Tommy?" Joey said.

"They went shopping," I simply said as I noticed Gina's presence.  "Hello
Gina."

"What do you want?" Sarah said.  "You better have a good reason for being here
like this."

"Oh, I do," I said, giving Joey a look that told him I had him red handed.
"I'm here to stop a rapist."

"A rapist?!" Sarah said shocked.  "You don't mean.."

Joey snorted and walked past us to go back into his room, surprisingly catching
hold of Gina's hand and leading her over to his bed to sit together.

"I'm sorry, Sarah," I said sincerely after absorbing that scene.  "Maybe you
didn't have anything to do with it then."

"Tim, if you're accusing me of something, why don't you just fuckin' say it so
we can all laugh at you and get it over with," Joey said.

"Fine," I said when I felt how comfortable he was of his situation.  "This
morning, John and I went over to Oakpark High to sample the girls there.  One
of the girls got really forward with me, but once I had her in a dream state,
she was just the opposite, literally at the point of being submissive.

"As I was trying to get to know her better, I kept getting his strange feeling
from her that she wanted me to force her to do things.  When I started playing
out some of those feelings, I got caught up in it and ended up raping her
before taking her mind completely.  But when I did, I felt something else.
Something I would have never suspected in a million years."

"Sounds like you're the rapist, not Joey," Sarah said.

"I was not in control of my actions, and I can prove to you it was not me who
raped her first, but your brother."

"Bull shit!" Joey said.  "I haven't raped anyone.  You're just trying to get
back at me for losing that race!"

"Then you won't mind if I bring in a witness," I said as I summoned Andy.

"Yeah, like you haven't planted memories in her head," he snorted. 

Joey didn't show any sign of recognition when Andrea came in the room, and
while I was positive he was cloaking his true feelings and thoughts, for the
first time I began to wonder if I could have been wrong.

As Sarah sorted through Andy's mind, Joey and I played glaring games with each
other, my doubt growing when he emitted feelings of tenderness for Gina between
battles.  I had been so sure he was using Gina for her telepathy when I saw
them sit down, but now I wondered if there wasn't something more innocent going
on.

"Well, all I can find is one Tim Brandton raping one Andrea Duffy," Sarah said
finally.  "I can't find any signs of tampering or ever having met Joey, so I
think you better start apologizing."

"I'm telling you she was raped before," I said caught slightly off balance.
"Everything I did was caused by some kind of empathic memory...."

"Empathic memory?!?" Joey sneered.  "Oh, that's a good one.  Next thing you
know he'll be blaming me for killing Kennedy, saying Kennedy's ghost told him
so!"

"I think you've carried this far enough," Sarah said to me.  "You just can't
admit you lost control and raped her yourself, so you're trying to blame it on
Joey.  Aren't you?"

"No!" I said after pausing to consider it. "I felt someone else's evil within
her, not mine!  It wasn't me!  It was someone else!  I swear I thought it felt
like Joey, but maybe it wasn't.  I don't want it to be him, believe me.  You
don't know how hard it was for me to even come over here!"

"Oh, now he's saying he didn't want to accuse me of being a rapist.  Well, you
sure sounded like you wanted to.  Why don't you go home and let that faggot
fuck you a while.  Or maybe you shouldn't.  I wouldn't want Eric getting raped
by a sicko like you."

"You leave Eric out of this, you fucker," I growled at him.  "Sarah, please
just help me find the memory someone has..."

"I thought your dad was the specialist," Joey sneered.  "Why don't you take her
home to him and let him waste his time?  Shit.  Get the fuck out of my house
before I do something we'll both regret."

"Sarah, please.  Something isn't right about all of this," I said scanning
Andy's mind intensely.  "Andy came on to me before I ever even scanned her.
Something about the way I was standing outside the locker room must have
reminded.."

"That's IT!" Joey said getting up and coming full steam at me.  "YOU GET OUT OF
MY HOUSE!"

I barely avoided getting body slammed by him, and had to dive for the floor
when he grabbed his prize baseball bat and swung it as hard as he could at my
gut.  Then to my surprise, I found my mind under attack by the two women as
Joey prepared to bash my head in from above.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" I screamed at them as I overrode
Joey's arms and tossed the bat aside. "You try and enslave me while letting him
beat me to pulp?!"

"LET ME GO!" Joey screamed as he frantically struggled to use his limp arms.
"I'LL... I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!!"

"STOP TRYING TO ENSLAVE ME!" I shouted at them while commanding Joey's legs to
lower him to the floor. 

"I knew you were unstable from the moment I first saw you," Sarah said.
"You're sick, twisted, and somehow you think you can convince me that Joey is
just like you.  I'm going to make sure you never bother our family again..."

"What did I ever do to you to make you hate me?" I said with disgust.  "I lost
my best friend because of you, twice!  Once while trying to find you, and then
again when you released that monster he carries around in his head.  I don't
know how, but I'm going to prove to you that I'm not the one you should be
trying to take control of!  Now stop it before I have to.."

"What are you going to do?  Use your empathy on them?" Joey mocked.

"Yeah...  That's a great idea!" I said before detecting the first sensation of
concern from him.

"Okay, Sarah.  Time for you to link with me instead of Gina, then experience
Timmy's corrupto-vision first hand."

"Like you cou.." she said before I disabled her attack on my mind and issued
the rest of the commands.

"No!  STOP!" Sarah said desperately.  "I won't believe anything that happens to
me!  You hear me?!  I...  Oh my GOD!  What's happening?"

I was focusing everything I had into my empathic senses, the disturbing feeling
growing slowly at first, then all of a sudden it expanded and overwhelmed me
again.

Or I should say us.  I had never tried to simulate the images and sensations
from my empathic horror show before, so I was somewhat surprised to find it had
actually worked.  But then I wasn't really thinking of these things as Sarah
and I looked at the creatures around us.  While the images and sensations we
were experiencing were horrible and grotesque, the link somehow stabilized our
emotional states to where we were able to function rationally.

When my eyes examined the others one by one, my suspicions of Joey's evil
doings were confirmed by finding the same visible distortion within Gina as
Andy.

I did miss the fact that Joey had countered my commands which had disabled him,
and if Sarah hadn't noticed him raising the bat behind me, I would have surely
been dead on its down stroke.

Once the hidden link between Gina and Joey had been broken, Sarah aided me in
removing the incredible stealth programming Joey had used on her and Andy.  It
was satisfying in a sense to feel as if we were on the same side finally, but
that only lasted until I discovered her preparing to alter her brothers mind.

"No, Sarah," I said as I prevented her from continuing by breaking the share
link.  "I won't let you make the same mistake I made.  Like it or not, this is
the true Joey.  If you really care for him, let him be what he chooses to be.
He will never forgive you if you don't.  Believe me.  I know."

Because of the argument we had afterwards, I didn't notice how my empathic
senses hadn't returned to normal until I left the house.

All around me, everywhere I went, people young and old were littered with the
scars and disfigurements of their corruption.  I realized something was very
wrong with me when every attempt to return my empathic sensitivity back to
normal not only failed, but increased the difficulty holding myself together
afterwards.  I barely had enough sense to find my way to the North mansion for
help, and only got as far as the garage before losing it from the sight of one
of my father's slaves.

I experienced a living nightmare as I was carried by the undead minions of evil
to their master and mistress.  The torment I must have put them through..
Seeing their son senseless with fear, then realizing that they were the biggest
source of that fear...

It took me several days to adjust to the hellish vision which I simply could
not turn off.  The shock of seeing the monster which claimed to be Eric nearly
sent me over the edge again, for I had convinced myself that Eric's loving soul
would be free of disfigurement and wouldn't have a trace of corruption.

But Eric was almost as horrible as my parents and the slaves.  While I had
never inserted controls into his mind, I had shared enough of my own corruption
to scar him deeply and permanently to make him a monster beyond those I had
seen on my way home.

And the twins...  I couldn't even recognize them.  Period.  To my over
sensitive empathic senses, they weren't human at all, but some kind of alien or
synthetic monsters who seemed to have this very distinct evil signature
emitting from their beings.  It wasn't Joey's, mine or anyone else's I had felt
before.  But yet it was slightly familiar...

The only reason I later knew it was the twins was from their own empathic
abilities touching my own for a moment before they fled from my presence in
deep sorrow.  I had the distinct feeling they believed I wasn't going to
survive this empathic nightmare, and that was pretty hard to take.

I couldn't even find relief staying alone in the south mansion.  My own
corruption seemed to be the greatest of all to my starved empathic senses, and
if it hadn't been for my mother coming to check on me one day, I probably would
have finished myself off with a hairdryer in the bath or something.

You see, when my mother appeared at my bedroom door, I felt something pure and
uncorrupted within her.  It was the most beautiful and precious thing I had
ever experienced, and I started crying happily as it came closer.

I found peace cuddling nude with my pregnant mother, and as I curled up in her
arms, I gently touched the pure life form with my mind.  My brother, my unborn
baby sibling was like an angel sent from heaven to help me.  Untouched by
corruption, completely free from empathic disfigurement, I was drawn to the
cleansing power of his soul.

I must have spent hours attempting to become the perfect being I thought he
was.  But in the end, the only resemblance between us was the fact we were both
curled up in the fetal position while feeling the warmth and heartbeat of our
mother.

I would have given anything to trade places with him, and told him so before
sort of making it happen.  The two way only lasted a few moments, but the
things which we had shared in that small amount of time gave me the strength to
live through the hell around me for the next several weeks.

But this came with the price of permanently corrupting my unborn baby brother,
his yet unorganized thoughts having grasped my desire to be within my mother's
womb.  It was an unfortunate mistake on my part, and immediately regretted it
when his pureness clouded and the beauty of his being faded away never to
return.

I did not witness his birth, and this I will always regret.  And while my
mother did not have any difficulty giving birth to Richie, he was an extremely
troubled baby afterwards, probably because he was not in the one place he
wished to be.  

I now know that the corruption I had focused on in my empathic visions were for
the most part simply the scars of life on our souls.  I love my little brother,
and while I wouldn't dream of denying any of life's corrupting experiences, I
truly wish he hadn't figured out what a penis was for when he was two.  Life is
best lived spread out through one's lifetime, but Richie has already fucked
enough for three lifetimes, and he still has a couple of years to go before he
enters puberty.

Oh God.. Richie going through puberty?!? Now that will truly be a living
nightmare.

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The first 12 chapters of this story are available at:
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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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