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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 XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
     Part 7 - Getting Down to Business         (mc, mff, mf, ff)
     Part 8 - Crash Course Under Fire          (mc)

>The next posting contains:

  Chapter XV:  11th Grade, Spring 1988
     Part 1 - Un-welcome Home                  (no sex)
     Part 2 - Sex is for friends, Love is for Lovers (mfm)

>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 XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 7 - Getting Down to Business
(mc, mff, mf, ff)

Ahhh.. Life was good.  I had bed companions every night from then on, James and
Eric Sunday through Thursday, and two or three of my lesbian girlfriends on the
weekends after swapping bodies with one of them.

James' and Eric's weekends with Wally were having a very good effect on the
both of them.  Eric was happy, James was happy, and Wally was always telling me
how enjoyable it was for him to watch them make love.  I especially liked how
loving and incredibly patient James acted every Sunday night after coming home
from Wally's.

And I hate saying it, but I was really enjoying having him as my bitch.  Every
day he seemed a little more feminine to me.  The way he acted, the way he spoke
to me, even the way his skin felt at night, it all felt increasingly female and
submissive to me, and I was finding it all a bit... pleasing to think he was
doing it because of me.

And he only acted that way around me, and no one else.  When he was with Eric
or one of our house mates, he was the same old James as he always had been.
But as soon as it was time to shower, James became my loving bitch, and after
three weeks of feeling him fight his desire while showering, I rewarded his
efforts by kissing him.

Eric seemed pleased when I started calling James by the pet names I usually
only called girls.  Like honey, sweetie, and darling.  Oh, and one Sunday after
he had come back from Wally's, James melted in my arms when I walked up behind
him, wrapped my arm around him and said, "Come 'ere, baby.  I missed you."

Yeah, I guess I was getting a little carried away.  But I kept our love play
strictly to kissing and maybe a little fondling, and I could tell that even
though he always wanted more, he was satisfied with just what I was giving him.

Lana and I became more and more efficient at running the link, so that by the
end of the week we started adding people to it even though I wasn't as strong
as I would have liked to have been.  But by the time we had four people in the
link with us, I was starting to find my tired spells not as inconvenient as
they first had been.  I could hold the links together for a little over an
hour, then would listen to their discussion afterwards which always seemed to
produce something productive.

In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I really needed twelve people in the
link.  We were making remarkable headway with only a total of six people (four
plus me and Lana) that I was reluctant to add a seventh.

Oh, but when we did, we couldn't wait to get an eighth, and then a ninth, and
before we knew it we had fifteen people in the link, not twelve.

We decided that fifteen would be my limit, for even with the drink, I was
absolutely wiped out after a single session.  I couldn't stay awake for the
hour discussion period afterwards I was so tired.

By the end of the fifth week of linking with Lana, it was obvious that I had
become so dependant on her own gifts that I was handicapped without her.  And
that really was a problem since she could only work in the mornings.

It took two weeks for Lana to basically make herself obsolete in the link.  And
when she realized she was no more use to me, she managed to hold back her tears
while she gave her notice she was quitting the team.

That sucked.  I was unable to concentrate for two days after she stopped
showing up.  I really had grown to like her, perhaps more than just liking her,
I wasn't sure.  She was special, that's all.  I had let something special go,
and that was hard to get over at first.

But once I was independent of Lana, I really started making headway in my own
research for a couple of weeks, then suddenly ran into a serious problem.  We
had learned a lot about how the streams of symbols of normal people worked, but
my goal was to protect myself from other telepaths, and I knew darn well that
they had much more complex streams because I could see my own somewhat.

Every person had a different configuration of streams spinning around their
minds.  I found the trick was not looking at the streams as a whole, but like a
river with groups of different kinds of boats floating down it.  I basically
looked for a certain cluster of symbols which represented some function or
characteristic of the person's mind.  Inserting a certain symbol in a certain
cluster within a particular set of streams would alter what that person
believes, desires, etc.  But things like telepathic shields, rats, heck even
probes were a complete mystery to me because I couldn't really watch how they
were formed within my own mind.

I don't know what I would have done without Wally's help.  Not only had he
literally saved James and Eric from their own lust, he also convinced Sarah to
allow Janice and a new girl named Bridget to assist me by being my telepathic
guinea pigs.

The night that Janice got there, she insisted on a rematch in the mud ring.  I
think she and Lindsey had been practicing every day after Joey and I defeated
them at the party, for even though Lindsey stayed out of the ring, Janice had
me pinned in less than a minute.

"You know, I knew there was something different about you the first time I saw
you," Janice said, laying on top of me without any indication of letting me go.


She was a rather heavy set young woman, and since we had both preferred to
wrestle nude, her weight only made the feel of her mud slickened body on top of
me even more erotic.

"Yeah?  How so?" I said, struggling to get a hand free so I could use it to
feel her body up and down.

"You were so sure of yourself, but you weren't arrogant.  You moved like a
snake, but you didn't bite.  I like that in a snake," she said, putting her
mouth an inch from mine.  "Especially snakes with soft lips."

I raised my head up to close the gap, but instead of kissing her, I gently
nibbled her lower lip, then said, "SSSSSnakesssss alsssssso have very long
tonguesssss," and inserted my tongue inside her mouth.

While I was exchanging spit with Janice, I reached a conclusion that has held
true for the hundreds of telepaths I have met in my life since that day.  Most
telepaths have their specialties and their weak areas of the multiple
applications of telepathy.  That's to be expected since everyone is different
and no one shares the same form of imaginative creativity.  Only five percent
of the telepaths I have personally met have explored as many of the different
uses of telepathy that I had back then.  This really isn't as significant as
you might expect since a lot of those are purely...  entertaining rather than
useful.

Janice was one of those who had only explored and applied her abilities in
altering another persons to suit her needs.  In fact except for Stan's
illusionary abilities, that was pretty much what all of the members of the
Harrison group had focused upon: creating better controls for inserting into
the minds of others while minimizing the chance of being detected.  So Janice
was taken completely surprised to find my tongue was able to go deeper into her
throat than anyone else's ever had, never imagining one could directly
manipulate another's senses rather than their mind.

I finally managed to get a hand free as she struggled to stay on top of me in
the slippery mud, and immediately began using my magic touch on her amply
padded back.

Oh she was so easy to subdue that there almost wasn't any challenge in it!  I
had my other hand free within a minute, then used both of my hands to play
melodies of lust and pleasure up and down her back's nervous system.  Once her
mouth had become too busy with her gasps and groans to continue any of our deep
tonguing, I manipulated the pleasure my fingers were providing to get her to
slide down so her head was on my chest.

Janice as so pliable in my hands of sexual pleasure that I knew I could make
her practically do anything I wanted without her ever raising a hint of
resistance.  But at the time, I was enjoying the feel of her weight on top of
me too much to do anything else, especially the soft and slippery feel of her
muddy stomach against my hard dick.

While I was taking Janice up and down the arousal roller coaster I had her on,
I noticed Lindsey patiently watching us, somewhat concerned about what I was
doing to Janice while also getting turned on by her best friend's moans.  I
felt sorry for her for a moment, knowing how little control she had over her
own life anymore, and probably would never have again.

I thought about switching things around, but for the time being, I needed
Janice, and I didn't want to betray her in the first place.  So after a few
moments of consideration, I left Lindsey alone to begin having my dick emit its
magic touch.

"Noo..." Janice moaned, surprisingly drawing on some inner strength that I
hadn't realized had been there.

I turned down my magic touch and asked, "What's the matter, Janice?"

"Mmmm...  I can't go all the way with you," she said with some difficulty.  "I
promised.."

"You promised who?" I asked.

"Me," she said, regaining her senses.  "I didn't mean to lead you on, but I
don't want to go that far with anyone yet."

"What about all those guys....  Oh.  I guess you don't always have to have sex
with your slaves, do you."

"I like making out and things like that," Janice admitted.  "But it's Lindsey
who likes having sex with the guys I bring home to serve us.  She gets in these
moods that if she doesn't get to fuck someone, she gets really crabby.  Would
you like to her to fuck you?"

"You want me to fuck her, don't you?  Ahhh," I said, instantly feeling how true
that was.

In a sing song teasing voice, I said, "Janice gets off watching her girlfriend
getting laid...  Janice gets off watching Lindsey get fucked.."

"Shut up!" she said with a nervous tone to her voice.

Feeling her concern over concealing her fetish for watching Lindsey having sex,
I began soothing her with my magic touch, and soon she was completely limp and
motionless on top of me as I continued luring her into a deep thoughtless
sleep.

Once I was sure Janice was out cold, I began scanning Lindsey's mind to see all
what she had done to her.  While Janice had been speaking the truth concerning
Lindsey initiating the sex she had with the first few dozen or so slaves Janice
had taken, she no longer had the choice.  Apparently, Lindsey didn't want
Janice watching her as she screwed the slaves, but after catching Janice hiding
in a closet watching her, Janice had used her abilities on Lindsey for the
first time to change that.

As time went on, Janice "corrected" Lindsey's personality little by little,
quickly getting used to the notion of using her abilities on her best friend to
iron out all the little difficulties a normal friendship would have.  But as a
consequence, Lindsey had become nothing more than Janice's top slave, and only
wished to make Janice happy no matter what she had to do.

I turned my attention to Janice's unshielded mind and immediately found how
dependant she was on Lindsey to satisfy both their sexual needs.  Without
touching herself or making any conscious attempts to form a two way, Janice
would orgasm when Lindsey did, but only if she got to watch the whole fuck.

I recognized some of the signs of having a two way with another, mostly being
the considerable strength of her desire to experience the stronger than average
orgasms again.  At times, Janice would swear she could feel the cock sliding in
and out of her own wet cunt, but had always considered it to be just her
imagination.

Ideas began popping into my head, most of which were based on the knowledge of
how addicting two ways were to both telepath and non-telepaths.  I made several
inquiries to both their minds, and formulated a plan which I hoped would free
Lindsey from Janice's direct control without making Janice angry with me.

When Janice awoke feeling my cock sliding into her slippery cunt, she nearly
broke her neck as she jerked herself up to a sitting position too fast.

"What's.... going on?" she said, laying back down as I began to pump.

"Janice... mmmm.." Lindsey said, feeling a hand rub her second crotch.

I sped up my humping of Lindsey's well lubed pussy, grinning as the two women
began losing themselves in their arousal from the pleasure of their combined
senses.  When Janice began instinctively meeting my humps with her own, I began
pressing my invisible dick against her entrance as it went up and down in the
air.

Feeling the sensations of two pricks fucking their dual pussies, Lindsey and
Janice began their first joint orgasm which I didn't share in.  I wanted to
make them cum together at least twice before my own orgasm so they would both
be good and addicted to having sex that way.

When Janice suddenly rolled over onto her stomach, my simulated cock
momentarily disappeared from inside her desperate cunt.  Her change in position
had caused me to lose my concentration, but I quickly reformed it and struggled
to get in synch with her desperate humps.

Something wasn't working right, for Janice seemed to be fighting my attempts to
get her in sync with Lindsey's own humps.  But then I realized what she was
trying to do, and started to alternate my invisible thrusts with my real ones.

Janice's and my asses rose and fell at the same time like two oil rigs pumping
for the same oil.  Once I got used to it, I was able to start working up to the
orgasm I had been delaying all too long.  I missed my chance when the women
came the second time, but I quickly manipulated their senses so they were ready
for a third in another two minutes.

As my first stream tickled Lindsey's vaginal wall, Lindsey and Janice went
stiff with another orgasm.  I barely noticed the way their gasps and grunts
were timed the same, and once my own orgasm reached its conclusion, I pulled my
dicks out and laid down on my back to wait for their reactions, making sure my
real dick stayed standing straight up.

It took nearly twenty minutes before Janice had experienced enough of Lindsey's
patient, submissive, and enslaved thoughts to start undoing some of the most
significant changes she had made.  I was glad to see Janice was still humble
enough that experiencing the thoughts of her altered best friend was
uncomfortable to her.  Some would probably have enjoyed how sickeningly
dedicated their enslaved friend was to do whatever they could to please them.

Once she had restored enough of the real Lindsey such that Lindsey started to
think for herself once more, Janice started ripping her commands out as fast as
she could, nearly breaking down in tears from regret and fear of losing her
best friend.

But that's the thing about two ways.  Even though it's not an empathic link,
the other's thoughts carry the emotional mood just like our voices do.  Lindsey
was very upset with what Janice had done to her, but she couldn't ignore
Janice's emotional thoughts and was trying to understand why she felt so
excited.

Once I saw they weren't interested in me or my dick any more, I let my hardon
go down with a sigh, then informed them I was closing the link.  They left
separately, silent and unhappy, but I knew they would both be back to feel
their joint orgasms again.

It only took two days before Janice, then Lindsey started making me offers to
experience it with someone else.  But I made it clear to both of them I would
only do it to the two of them and not anyone else they found.

Janice gave me blow jobs, and even offered her virginity to me once, and I
seriously thought about doing it if instead I got to fuck her ass. 

Lindsey actually seduced me out of my clothes and was working my cock into her
pussy before making the demand that I had a two way with her or she'd stop and
leave.  OH I WAS PISSED!  I nearly forced her to do it, but ended up only
making the threat that when she did finally said yes to my terms, I would make
sure she never teased another guy like that again.

By the time Lindsey had gotten desperate enough to give, Janice had formed some
ill feelings towards Lindsey like Lindsey had for her.  Most of them were from
the sexual frustration Janice had felt after going without watching Lindsey's
daily fucks, but some Lindsey had caused, especially how she would call Janice
up on the phone and let her listen to her fuck some guy without being able to
see it.

So their reaction to my new condition that they use a double headed dildo to
fuck each other was not well received by either of them.  They had never had a
lesbian thought about each other, and after seeing how futile it was, I
switched to plan B.

You would think that with my telepathic and empathic abilities, I would never
have to resort to hypnosis to condition or control someone.  But hypnosis was
the only tool I had open to me that I could be sure no one but myself and their
subconsciouses would ever know about.  And since I wouldn't be asking their
subconscious minds to do anything that they wouldn't do if presented correctly,
I was fairly certain I could patch up their friendship and get my own
conscience off my back about my meddling.

I used their tenseness as an excuse to give them each a massage, and after they
gave in to my demand, I led them both to my water bed and began undressing
them.

By the time I was ready to take their bra and panties off, they both leaned
into my every touch without realizing it, and once they were both nude and
sitting sleepy eyed on the edge of the bed, I quickly slipped of my clothes and
sat between them to begin the real induction into a hypnotic state.

I gently placed my arms over each of their shoulders and began talking calmly
about how nice it felt and so on, and once their heads were hanging forward, I
deepened their trance as I lowered us backwards onto the bed, using my
abilities to aid my suggestions of going deeper and deeper into my restful
trance.

Once I had them both under as deeply as I could, I formed a two way between
them and began talking to their very souls about what I thought they should do.

Five minutes later, they awoke with the deep knowledge that they had made up
and they would always be sharing their orgasms through the two way Janice was
now controlling.

I could feel their minds deciding on what to do first, and for a moment I
thought they were the twins when they moved their mouths in perfect sync
towards my cock.  My hands found their wetting crotches, and as their mouths
went up and down either side of my staff together, I carefully guided them back
up on their knees while fucking their cunts with my magic touch on low.

They were enjoying my double finger fuck as much as I was enjoying their dual
mouthed blowjob.  But the moment my eyes glanced at Lindsey's rose winking with
her vagina's muscle movements, then saw Janice's doing it at the same time, I
surged with lust and quickly began directing my attentions to both their roses.

When I gained sufficient control over making their assholes wink, I began
teasing them by inserting the tip of my thumb while their roses were relaxed
and pulling it out when they tightened.  It took a few minutes, but once they
had accepted the sensations as sexually pleasurable, I began working my thumb
in a little deeper before pulling it out again.

They fought their own arousal while I continued working my thumb deeper and
deeper, and I was getting more excited about how they were starting to lose
their battle.  I knew I was going to fuck one of them when they had to stop
their rather intermittent mouthing of my cock to concentrate on breathing and
resisting their urges to hump back.

I had just managed to pull my legs out between them and sit on my haunches when
they both started pressing back hard, moaning as they orgasmed with my thumbs
stuck up their spazming asses.

The surprise of finding Lindsey pulling off my thumb while Janice moved herself
over in front of me was not as big as finding Roxanne and Chelsea closing the
door behind them as they struggled to get out of their clothes.

I nearly missed the fact that Janice was trying to find my cock with her rather
wide and pump ass.  But while I used my fingers to lubricate her rose with her
own juices and loosening her up some more, I watched my two lesbian girlfriends
begin pleasuring their Mistress Lindsey with the vibrating cocks they had
grabbed from my toy box.

I couldn't believe how quickly they were bringing themselves up to another
orgasm.  The symbols flying from Janice's mind suddenly captured my interest as
I realized I was seeing all sorts of things I had never seen before.

My attention was so absorbed in the creation and launching of the symbols from
her streams that I didn't notice the recipients of those symbols arriving and
begin their own sexual services.

It wasn't until Eric was trying push me back so he could mount Janice's ass
that I realized the pair had taken over the entire household in their deep
lusty trance.

"Hey!" I said, undoing the commands in his mind immediately.  "Excuse me Eric,
but I think I've earned that right," and promptly forced my cock to go hard and
plunged it into her ready ass.

Her ass was wonderfully tight, and the extra mass only made fucking her
relentlessly that much more enjoyable.  Once I blew my load inside her, I
grabbed the bottle of drink I kept in my headboard for cases just like this and
before she could come down from her orgasmic high, I gulped a good portion of
it down, then loaded her up with enough of it to keep her going all night.

I fucked Lindsey's ass once, but her smaller mass just wasn't as pleasurable as
Janice's.  I kept knocking her off balance, so when I finally came for the
eighth time that night, I went back to Janice and rode her until we were too
exhausted to go any more.

Once I was able to think straight again, my attention was diverted to Eric's
and James' tired grunts as they struggled to continue their fucking of
Lindsey's two holes.  I was pretty tired myself, and only undid the fucking
commands they had been given, then almost fell asleep before realizing their
desperate grunts hadn't changed.

I found the blocks on their orgasms almost immediately, then listened to their
increase of pace until they both came and rolled away from Lindsey.  As Eric
lead the bewildered James away towards their room, Lindsey finally gave up on
trying to get Janice to bring them back and curled up to go to sleep.

Janice and Lindsey both went back to Northwest state the next morning, but
Janice returned Monday and stayed with us during the weekdays to help me and
Bridget with my research.

Unlike Janice, Bridget was a small, meek, and very disturbed eighteen year-old
girl who couldn't control her powers.  Her situation reminded me of how my own
abilities had first surfaced back in eighth grade, but while my own lack of
conscious control only lasted a short while, Bridget's powers had been working
on their own for nearly two years before being discovered by Sarah right about
the time Joey and I had been kidnapped by Steven.

Oh she was a powerful little thing.  Five times she rendered everyone in the
place completely useless before I was able to fight off the flood of symbols
her subconscious was throwing at me.  I swear Janice started to freak every
time Bridget would utter a sound.  She didn't like it when someone was able to
break down her barriers without warning like Bridget kept doing.

After spending a week like that, I was about ready to send her back to Central
State when I realized I probably had the answer in my jeans.

No.  Not my cock, you pervert.  My coin.  After only three hours of heavy
concentration trying to feel what was going on inside the coin, "Voila!"

Migraine headaches for both of us.

But it did eventually work.  Sort of.  Okay.  So, it was by accident that while
she was concentrating on the coin for the fourth day in a row I accidentally
sent the wrong symbol out and caused everyone in the room but the two of us to
go zombie eyed.

She surprised both of us by undoing the mental pattern block in Janice's mind.
After the first time she had zombified Janice herself, I started making her try
to undo it whenever she did it.  So she had automatically tried that time
without me having say so, and because I didn't guide her mind in doing it like
I had done the previous attempts, she suddenly had conscious control of her
abilities.

One week later, Janice and Bridget were having a ball with two freshmen guys
who just happened to go to the wrong room for a meeting.  I still haven't
figured out where they got the maid uniforms for them to wear.  Or the strap on
dildo.  

I knew Bridget had a thing for transvestites, but I swear I didn't think she
was one too.  Or should I say he.  Shit, I said she was disturbed.

It was right after Bridget was getting the hang of her powers when I had a
couple of surprise visitors.

"Good morning, Tim," the Inquisitor said warmly, sitting in one of the chairs
around the conference table when I and a few others entered the lab one
morning.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I said warmly, but not without some concern.

"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and decided to check on your little
operation here,"  he said.

"Tim, who is he?" Janice thought to me.

"This is my good friend the Inquisitor.  He and I were, uhm, what would call
us?"

"Let's just say we helped each other out of a few sticky situations and leave
it at that, shall we?  Tim, I'm not entirely here on my own pleasure.  Could
we.." he said nodding towards my office.

"Sure," I said before giving the others a shrug and following him to the office
and shutting the door behind me.

"I hope you understand how dangerous it is for you to be using non telepaths
who are not conditioned in any way in this... quest of yours," he said without
any further delay.

"Believe me, I know.  But none of them know enough separately to be of any use
to anyone, and even if another telepath managed to gather them all together,
they still have one missing piece..  Me.  By the way, why didn't you tell me
you sent an agent to Northwest State to investigate Harrison's Group.  I could
have told you everything without having to spend so much time chasing wild
geese."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about.  I never sent an agent to Northwest
State."

"What?  What about Young Lee?  I know she was one of your agents.  She knew all
about me and the Cabal."

"Young Lee..  Are you saying that a telepath identified themselves as a Cabal
agent and you believed them?"

"She had detailed information about what happened while I was..  Shit.  You
mean she really wasn't one of your agents?"

"Tim, I have no agents.  I'm beginning to feel like I need someone to help
keeping other Voices from drawing attention to themselves, but at this time, I
work alone."

"Then who the hell was she?"

"I don't know, but I'll see what I can find on a telepath going by the name of
Young Lee.  Now about your project.  How long until you think you're finished."

"Oh, uhm, probably at least another two or three weeks.  After that I think I
will pretty much have what I need.  Do you see them?"

"See what?" he said, moving his eyes from the symbols on the walls to my face
and frowning.

"Never mind," I sighed.  "It just isn't worth explaining."

"All right," he said hesitantly.  "In two weeks I'll be back to help you wipe
everyone's memories of you ever being here.  That includes the two Voices in
there."

"You can't wipe the two Voices.  Besides, they've never been in the link.
They're only... uhm, working models to study.  I'd love to study how your mind
works, but I don't imagine you'd allow that, would you."

"No, and I'm sorry that I can't.  But I do hope you find what ever it is you're
looking for.  I just pray you don't cause your own destruction."

And with that he left.

Talk about pressure.  I explained to everyone what was up, leaving out the part
about the memory wipes, then we sat down and got busy watching Janice and
Bridget form commands and transmit them at each other's mental barriers.

After lunch, I had another surprise visitor.  I could feel Wally was upset, and
immediately sent everyone away so we could talk.

"So, what's wrong?" I asked him once he was somewhat comfortable.

"I'm afraid Sarah has done a rather unfortunate thing, Timothy."

My blood went cold from the way he said it, and I couldn't bring myself to ask
what it was.  But Wally didn't need me to ask.

"She found the personality suppression commands two weeks ago while they were
exploring each other's minds.  Sarah has always had a bit of a temper, and when
she found you had altered his mind, she didn't even examine what the
alterations were before removing them.  After she finished removing them, Joey
didn't act any different until she told him what she had done.  He became
extremely violent, and if Sarah hadn't been so close to the door, she admitted
to me she thought he would have taken his anger out on her if she hadn't ran
out of the room.  I'm sorry Tim.  I know how horrible it was for you to do that
to him, but if it helps any, I think you did the right thing."

I sat there with my heart in my stomach, yet felt somewhat relieved that the
deed I had done which had been weighing heavy on my soul had finally been
lifted.

"How did you find out?" I finally asked, wiping the single tear I had shed
before it could complete its journey down my cheek.

"Sarah confessed to me after her mother called her last night.  He's...  become
very sensitive about anything concerning you.  His mother mentioned you
somehow, and he hit her pretty hard.  She's okay, but now she's afraid to speak
in front of her own son.  Sarah wanted me to help her disable some kind of
shield he manages to protect his mind without anyone's assistance so she could
make sure he wouldn't hurt anyone."

"What did you say you'd do?"

"I told her I would have to talk to you about it before helping her do
anything.  She's a bit angry with me, but she'll get over it.  I don't
understand why, but she doesn't seem to like you.  She must have been feeling
guilty about that when she let you borrow Janice and Bridget.  But now she's
trying to blame this on you, which I know isn't your fault.  So I'm here to ask
you what you think I should do."

"What does Alex say to all of this?" I asked.

"I don't know.  Alex...  Alex decided he needed some time alone to think.  I
haven't seen him since Monday."

"So that's what's really bothering you," I said.  "You know, I think we both
could use a hug right now."

He just raised his arms up a little and let me wrap my arms around him.  By
that time, I considered Wally a good friend, and it hurt to see him hurting
like that.  Of course I was hurting myself, and I did feel some comfort in his
gentle and warm if limp hug.

After a few minutes, we relaxed a bit while still holding each other in a
trusting and supportive embrace, then Wally asked softly, "Why do we have to
fall in love, Tim?  Why do we let ourselves fall in love knowing it will hurt
so much when they leave us?"

"I guess it's because for a while it's the greatest thing on earth to hold
someone you love and know they love you too.  Don't worry, Wally..  Alex will
come back to you.  He probably just got a bit too close, you know?  We all need
some...  Some space..  Funny.  That's what Joey said when he told me he
wouldn't come with me.  He needed his space.  I guess he got it."

That evening I managed to fool Eric and James that nothing was different until
James and I were walking up to the bed where Eric was already laying.
Something about the way Eric smiled caused me to suddenly remember the morning
at home where I got to study Joey's face while he was asleep.  My sorrow
started cascading inside me from that point, and as Eric and James started to
snuggle up to me like they always did, I couldn't hold it back any more and
began to weep.

Eric was nearly beside himself, but James stayed perfectly calm and did
everything he could to comfort me.  After I finally calmed down enough to tell
them what had happened, I told them both I loved them and never wanted them to
hate me, then ended up asking them if they could sleep in their bed that night
because I wanted to be alone.

Sometime after midnight, James came back in my room and said he couldn't sleep
without me.  I knew he was honestly worried about me, and even though he never
had problems falling asleep with just Eric in the bed with him, he hadn't been
able to do so this time.

James curled up against me like he always did, and for the longest time he laid
there watching me stare up into space, wiping an occasional tear off my cheek
with his small and soft hand.

When I noticed his own sniffles, I looked down at him for the first time to
find his worshipping eyes still watching me, accidentally triggering an
empathic connection at the same instant.  

James and I had our most tender moments together that night.  I realize now
that I was trying to fill in the gap which Joey's love had once filled in my
heart with James' simple love.  I never realized that I would cause the same
kind of pain and emptiness if not worse to James later as I began making love
to him.

Not once did James attempt to hurry the love making up, allowing me to make
every move, accepting every kiss with love, and only gasped once when I began
loosening his ass with my fingers, understanding I was going to fulfill his
greatest desire by fucking him.

James didn't even whimper as my rod slid into his snug ass.  Eric's cock had
only entered his ass five or six times even though they were constantly having
other kinds of sex, so he was still a bit uncomfortable at first.  But James
quickly lost himself in feeling the pleasure of my strokes against his
prostrate and was restraining his gasps and groans as much as he could, neither
of us wishing to wake Eric with our traitorous lovemaking.

I swear I kept seeing Suzi instead of James laying there quietly gasping while
I pumped. Then when I felt James approaching orgasm himself, I linked with him
in a two way almost by instinct, tempering his orgasm until we came together as
one.

I tenderly kissed his soft and undeveloped chest after my softening dick worked
its way out of his ass, not hearing James declaring his everlasting love to me
until my post orgasm daze had faded away.  James had just fallen asleep when I
started realizing how big of a mistake it had been to have made love to him
like that.

When Eric didn't join us in bed the next morning, I knew he had been hurt by
our night of passion.  I knew he had guessed what had happened when he had
found James and I sleeping like two lovers instead of the butch and bitch we
had always pretended to be.  And from the way James was acting, Eric wouldn't
have drag it out of him, and knew by the time they got back from their
tutoring, Eric would know it all.

I wasted another day that I could have been using to research sitting alone in
my lab, grieving about Joey and wondering what I should do about Eric and
James.   Eric surprised me by coming to the lab after dinner.  Even though he
was pretty upset with me, Eric had been worried about my own problems
concerning Joey and had come to make sure I was all right when I hadn't come
home to eat.  

When I saw the look on his face, neither one of us had to say anything.  I just
stood up and spread my arms out as he rushed up to me for a hug.

"I'm sorry, Eric," I gasped holding him tightly.  "I don't know why I did it.
I shouldn't have, and I'm really sorry."

"I'm the one who's sorry," he sobbed.  "I didn't think he'd ever give me up for
you without you stealing him from me.  But now he's..."

"I knew this would happen if I gave him what he wanted.  I never thought I
would ever do it, but he was so...  I was so...  But Eric, I love you.  And I
guess I love James too.  But not like you.  I don't want you to lose James any
more than you do.  James is not my lover, he's yours."

"Not any more," Eric said before letting his grief overwhelm him.

I held him as he cried, and I was surprised at how deep my feelings were for
him.  I realized that Eric had become one of the people who I relied on,
someone I could trust with my soul, someone who would never knowingly betray
me, just like Suzi and..

I didn't allow myself to finish that thought.  All I could do was hold my loved
one as he calmed down in my arms.

"Tim?" he said looking up at me from my shoulder.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you still love me?"

"That's a silly question," I said, with a gentle smile.

"I think I really need to hear it though," he said, his eyes filling back up.

"I love you, Eric Nicholas Roberts.  And right now I need you more than you can
imagine.  Would you like me to prove it?"

"Prove it?  How?" he said with a teary face trying to break into a weak smile.

"Like this," I said, unbuckling his belt, then setting him down in the chair
next to me so I could get down on my knees.

"What are you doing?" he said in a breathy voice when I pulled his jeans down
halfway.

I didn't bother saying anything since he had already guessed the answer.  I
knew that because when I went to uncover his dick, it was already growing hard.

But before I could bend forward, Eric covered his cock up with his hands and
said shakily, "Okay, I believe you.  I know you don't really want to do it, and
you don't have to."

I looked up at him and said, "Eric, I've learned something very important about
myself and life in general.  If you truly love a person, you have to love all
of them.  Their bad habits, their mistakes, their odor, their cock, even their
shit.  I cheated you out of giving you a blow job once, and now it is time for
me to pay up.  I love you Eric.  I've only loved two others like I love you,
and since I've blown Joey more times than I can count, I want and need to blow
you too."

To emphasize my point, I gave his dick's head a lick, his whispery gasp the
only response I needed for me to continue.  I sucked, slobbered, kissed,
licked, tongued, bobbed, and deep throated his pleasure rod until he was
sweating all over, then I really went after it, using every trick I knew before
finally allowing him to cum.

I'll never forget the look in his eyes when he regained his ability to think
and realized I had cleaned up every last drop.  He was still a bit stunned as I
gently pulled his underwear back up, then he struggled to help a little as I
pulled his jeans up and finished dressing him.

"I.." he began, then never bothered to finish it because I was closing in to
give him a kiss with a look on my face that told him a very important message.

But instead of a kiss, he put his arms under my arm pits, and drew me against
him, his lips slowly giving me kisses on my neck and cheek.  

Eric was no longer my little brother, or my younger sexual playmate.  For in my
face's expression had been the face of a lover giving him his heart and soul.
Never had Eric felt so grown up, so young and alive, so powerful, yet so weak.
He knew he was my equal, and for now on he wouldn't have to wait for me to want
to share our love.

Eric later believed that I had first given him my heart before he had given me
his, but you see he had already given me everything I needed the moment he had
told me I didn't need to prove I loved him with a blow job.  I knew he and I
would never have to have sex to prove our love again.  So it was at that time
Eric became the third of my four soul mates, becoming a part of me as I became
a part of him, and for the first time since all this trouble began, I laughed
from the joy of knowing I was unconditionally loved again.

My spirits didn't even sour when we went back to the house and found James was
patiently waiting to go to bed, hoping for another night like the last.

"James," I said, soaping him up like I usually did once he had done me.  "Last
night when I made love to you, I wasn't thinking very straight.  If I hadn't
needed your love so badly, I would have never fucked you, ever.

"Yet I did, and I know you want me to do it again.  But," I paused, turning him
towards me, "but I'm not your gay lover.  Eric is the man for you, not me.  He
loves you very much, and I love him too much to take you away from him."

"But," he said,  realizing what I was saying wasn't what he wanted to hear at
all.  "I love you.  You're my butch."

"I know, but what we have isn't real.  It's just a fantasy you've been playing
out, and for a while I was playing it out too.  But the truth is you're no
bitch and I'm no butch.  You're a gay fifteen year old male stuck in a little
boy's body, and you're just confused about what you want."

"I want you, Tim," he begged.  "Please don't make me leave you.  Please don't
kick me out like my dad.."

"I'm not kicking you out, James," I said, holding him and rubbing his back.  "I
do love you, my little bitch.  It's just that we can't go on like this much
longer.  I'll never kick you out, or ever refuse your hug or kiss.  But I am
not gay, and the simple truth is I don't want to have sex with you."

He said he understood before he turned to run out and cry, but I didn't let him
run from me, and I held him until his shaking and quiet sobs had stopped. 

He and Eric slept in their own bed that night, and I was relieved to hear the
sounds of them sucking each other off.  They hadn't done that for a while, and
I started to believe things would be okay between them.

The rest of the week I was happy and content, which helped me make a lot of
progress in my work.  I completely understood the mechanisms involved
concerning probes, but I couldn't seem to get a grasp on how telepathic
commands were formed and launched, nor understand how our mental barriers could
absorb the symbols without those streams of symbols being altered.

But I was an expert on probes, and could even customize a probe that would
penetrate a shielded mind as long as the probe was set for a specific fact.  It
was like being able to ask their mind a yes or no question and having them
respond with the absolute honest truth.

I was surprised to find that Alex had already picked up Eric and James for
their last weekend at Wally's when I got home at five that Friday.  I was even
more surprised to find Nicky waiting in my room nude, covering her breasts with
chocolate syrup as I walked in.

I shut the door before asking with a smile, "Uhm, what's going on?"

"What does it look like," she said, licking the chocolate off her finger.

"It looks like you're trying to seduce me into bed," I said before hurrying to
pull my shirt off.

"That's certainly what it looks like," she said, stirring the chocolate around
her erect nipples.

"I take it you want to swap so you can suck the chocolate off your own
nipples," I said after the thought had hit me.

"Not unless you make me," she said, staring right in my eyes.

"Really?" I said, hesitating to slip my last piece of clothing off, that being
my shorts.

"Just don't tell anyone, okay?  It would ruin my reputation as being a devoted
lesbian.  I wouldn't want anyone to know I wanted a man to ravage my body."

"Shit, Nicky.  Keep talking like that, and I'll do more than ravage it.  I'd do
things like...  THIS!" I said as I jumped on top of her and began sucking up
the chocolate almost as fast as she had put it on.

Once I had done a passable job of cleaning her breasts and the surrounding
areas up, I tongued and nibbled each nipple until I wore my tongue and nibbler
out, then hungrily frenched her, allowing her to taste the chocolate in my
mouth.  It seemed that all too quickly our bodies lined up and I found my cock
entering her puss without consciously intending to.

As I fucked her well fisted pussy, I had strange reoccurring urges to suck her
cock.  After three or four of these urges, I stopped to rest for a moment,
pretending I was out of breath as I tried to figure out what was wrong with me.

Nicky decided she wanted to have a go and had me get on bottom.  As she worked
her cunt up and down my rod, I kept finding myself desiring to give someone a
blow job, tasting their cum in my mouth, and a few times wishing some well
endowed man would just insert his cock up my ass and fuck me until they filled
my ass with their cum.

It wasn't until Nicky relinquished the fucking job back to me that I realized
why I was having trouble keeping my mind on the heterosexual sex I was having.

The truth of the matter was I had become addicted to the gay sex I had been
having the past several months.  Not just male gay sex, but the lesbian sex I
had been having every weekend over the past two months was just as addictive.
And strangely enough, I found that the greatest addiction was having my own
cock fuck my pussy or fill my mouth until it exploded inside me with my own
seed.

I was starting to believe that fucking a girl's pussy with my dick just didn't
seem exciting to me anymore.  It took me a few minutes of wild desperate
fucking before even my dick decided it wasn't interested any more and went
soft. 

I conceded that I just wasn't going to cum that way, and I was struggling with
the concept that perhaps I truly had become gay when suddenly my dick brushed
her rose and it said, "Hey!  I liked that! GET ME MORE!"

"Nicky," I cooed into her ear, "I have a surprise for you," I said while my
magic touch began stimulating her rose.

"What?" she moaned.

"I'm going form a two way with you.  We're going to share our bodies as our
cock enters your ass," I said as surged the magic touch at her ass.

"oOOHH!" she groaned as her ass swallowed my two fingers.

Before forming the two way, I disabled her pain receptors for her anus so she
wouldn't feel any discomfort.  For a two or three month period last year, Lisa
had insisted on fisting Nicky's ass in the love play, and I knew my cock
wouldn't be near the intrusion as Lisa's hand had been.  So once Nicky was
feeling my body's arousal along with her owns, I nudged the tip of my cock into
her somewhat willing ass.

I could feel my heterosexual lusts re-enforcing themselves as my hands roamed
her soft female skin and I worked my cock deeper into her ass.  The moans and
gasps coming from her were driving me wild, and since I hadn't bothered to add
her own body's senses to my own, I decided I really didn't need to, and would
probably be best if I didn't.

Yes, I knew that I was definitely no more gay than I had been, finding the feel
of a woman's skin under my hands while I began fucking her ass the greatest
eroticism I knew.

And to prove it to myself, I spent that weekend having sex with those twelve
not so gay women, staying in my own body the whole time.  Only four of the
girls allowed me to fuck their asses, but I found the rests' cunts were nice
and tight and extremely enjoyable, and a few of them knew how to give decent
blow jobs too.  And I had all the tits I could desire to fuck and suck,
sometimes more than I could handle after they all having gotten addicted to my
magic touch on their skin.

Yet I guess I was just a tad more gay that I used to be.  You see, I couldn't
help but suck the combination of their juices and mine out of their pussies as
soon as I had filled them with my spunk.  Yeah, if there was one thing I had
grown to enjoy from all the male gay sex I had had, it was the taste of freshly
pumped cum.  But I will always prefer it when served in a wet and well fucked
cunt.


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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye
Chapter XIV:  11th Grade, Winter 1987/88
Part 8 - Crash Course Under Fire
(mc)

After spending all weekend re-experiencing what it was to be a seventeen year
old heterosexual male, I decided I would have to double my efforts the rest of
the week if I was going to finish my work by Friday.

James seemed indifferent to me when he and James came back from Wally's.  And
Eric was acting a little strange too, but I couldn't quite put my finger on
exactly it was he was doing that was strange.  But I let it go, figuring it was
just a little depression since we would be packing up and going home the week
following this one.

I spent all day and most of the night in the lab, having set up three teams
that would work for six hours before the next team would show up and take their
place.  I guess I was pushing myself too hard, but I was feeling the pressure
of a deadline, and since in the evenings I was having to take small doses of
the drink to keep my brain from hurting, I was getting some stress relief from
the six blow jobs three of the girls gave me.

Monday wasn't too productive despite all the effort we all put in.  Tuesday
began to look like it would end up just like Monday, but suddenly I saw
something I had looked at a hundred times before and simply ignored it because
it was too obvious to be right.  But it was right, and when I knew I would get
it the following day, I sent everyone but Jillian home early and spent the
evening showing her what it meant to have a telepath make love to a woman with
nice tits.

Jillian had such a wonderfully dirty mind.  We kept taking turns being the
master and slave, and I loved every one of her wicked little orders.  Things
like.. picking your nose and letting her taste it, or picking her nose and
tasting it yourself.  Stuff like that.  And she surprised me by ordering me to
fuck her ass before I got the chance to order her to do it in my next turn.

The only thing we didn't get a chance to do before we wore each other out was
the thing I had wanted to do in the beginning, and that was fuck her tits.  But
I didn't really care, figuring I could just do it the next night, not
suspecting everything would be different by then.

I went home and straight to bed, not even bothering to check on James and Eric.
And then the next morning when I woke up, my mind was so set on finishing my
work that day, I never noticed that Eric hadn't come in to snuggle that
morning.

There must have been plenty of indicators that there was something going on
around me that I normally would have instantly been aware of, but I was
extremely distracted by what I needed to do that day that I was taken
completely by surprise.

It all started when Alex and Mike paid a surprise visit.

"Hey guys.  What up?" I said, having to break my concentration on decrypting
Bridget's attack on Janice's mental barrier since Janice was distracted by
Mike.

"Janice, can I talk to you outside a minute?" Mike said with a sparkle in his
eyes.  "We'll just be a minute," Mike said to me, leading the excited Janice
out by the hand.

"What's he gonna do?  Pop her the question or something?" I asked Alex in a
hushed voice.

"Oh, you'll see soon enough," he said in a way that made me a little
uncomfortable for just a split second.  "Do you have your coin with you?" 

"Yeah," I said, digging it out.  "Why?  You want to see it again?"

"Yes.  Very much," he said stepping forward eagerly, almost anxiously.

I held it out and was about to drop in into his open hand when my empathic
senses finally got through to me that something was very wrong with him.

"Alex, are you feeling okay?" I said, trying to capture his eyes with mine.

"I'm feeling fine.  Can I hold it?" he said, his eyes never leaving my hand
that was holding my coin.

"How's Wally doing?  He was pretty upset about you going away for.."

"Wally's fine too.  Are you going to let me see it or not?"

I was starting to feel something more than just an anxious nervousness from
him.  Almost a greed or need for pow..

"No.  I'm not," I said, slipping the coin back in my pocket as I began a probe.

"GIVE IT TO ME!" he screamed with a sudden surge of rage, instantly lashing out
a powerful array of control symbols, nearly disabling my barrier simply by the
pure volume and the element of surprise.

"Shit!" I said, realizing he had not only discovered his abilities, but had
completely lost touch with reality.  My probe had confirmed that he had
intended to use the coin against me somehow, and just as I was starting to beat
down his attack, Janice suddenly began her own.

I was straining myself to hold the two off when I realized Mike had broken
Bridget's own barrier and was enslaving her to their cause.  Shutting my eyes
and sitting down in the chair immediately behind me, I started opening myself
up to my new senses, having found I could increase my concentration when I
didn't have my other senses distracting me.

By the time Mike had turned Bridget against me, I was fully prepared for their
attack and easily began countering the waves of symbols coming at me.  They
probed, they commanded, they even used the mutes in the room to physically try
and rush me, and somehow I managed to counter each and every one of the
attacks, and was even beginning to push my own offense against them.

But then suddenly Eric rushed in the room in a panic and I lost my advantage
since I had to counter the attempts to take his mind as well as my own.

"Tim!  James is ru.. ACKKK!" he gasped when I accidentally let a BE OBEDIENT
symbol through.

A couple of minutes must have gone by before a small break in their attack
allowed me to send the cancellation symbol for the one I had let through.  As
soon as Eric was capable of thinking again, I moaned out, "Eric, get behind
me," with a considerable amount of slurring.

Eric was quick to respond, but Alex still managed to grab him by his long hair
and quickly had his bulky muscular arm around Eric's neck.  I could literally
see the thoughts as they circled around his head, and as his powerful arm began
compressing the air passage in Eric's neck, I suddenly feared for Eric's life.

"NO!" I spat as I lashed out with every ounce of my strength.  

Alex had expected me to concentrate my attack on him, and I did, but not in the
way he was prepared to deal with.

As he continued to squeeze the life out of the neck of the already unconscious
Eric, I began to telepathically crush his testicles, having long ago decided
that when someone wants to play dirty, I would play the dirtiest, and had
learned how years ago.

Alex struggled desperately to numb the effects of what his nerves were
reporting from down there, but when it came right down to it, Alex didn't know
what the hell I was doing, and wasn't skilled enough to keep his own body from
reporting what it felt was going on.

Mike was picking up a chair to throw at me when I lashed out the same attack on
him, then quickly started sending the two women the symbols that would trigger
labor contractions, effectively physically disabling them by making them double
over from their straining internal muscles.

Finally Alex couldn't take it anymore, sinking down to his knees in agony while
Eric sagged to the floor unconscious but alive.  Because the other three were
still attacking my mind, I couldn't dare risk losing my concentration by
opening my eyes and go help him.  But Alex was already beginning to fight off
my mental hold on his testicles, and knew if I didn't get Eric over by me, I
wouldn't be able to protect him.

I suddenly sensed the presence of my coin in my pocket, and realized I had to
make a choice.  And since there was no choice to be made when it was between a
coin and Eric, I jerked myself into a standing position, literally ripped the
pocket out of my jeans while pulling the red object out, then screamed, "YOU
WANT IT!  GO FUCKING GET IT!" and threw it as hard as I could out the open
doors.

Alex scrambled towards the exit to fetch it, and as I carefully crawled over to
Eric's unconscious form, I struggled to fend off the other three battering my
handicapped mind.

Eric wasn't breathing too good, and with a surge of desperation from seeing the
way his tongue looked bloated, I scan what his nerves were reporting and found
Alex had in fact caused severe internal bleeding within my poor Eric's head,
mostly in the tongue and sinuses.

My body went cold as the thought, "He's dying," sank in, and for a moment there
was nothing but the sight and feel of my loved one's haggard breathing.  Then
the pitter patter of the four telepaths attacking my mind began to anger me,
and suddenly I was so angry I could kill.

With one huge surge of my will and power, all four of them crumbled when my
empathic ability knocked them out cold.  Ah, the twins would have been proud if
they had seen me, but all I cared about was my Eric, getting weaker by the
second as his blood clotted within the ruptured vessels of his brain and
tongue.

There was only one way I knew of saving him, and there was no way I was going
to allow Joey's current attitude stop me from doing it.  I wasn't sure if I
could find Joey's mind over the distance we had between us, and I was sure I
would have to literally force him to form the share link, further enraging him
and probably causing him to have another violent fit.

And that was exactly what happened.  As soon as my mind touched his, he almost
locked me out before I could stop him, then he began screaming and hollering in
the middle of his class.  Before he was restrained by the other students, Joey
had picked his desk up and threw it at the teacher who thankfully got out of
the way just in time.  

Once I had inserted the controls to prevent him from cutting the share link
off, I proceeded to link up with as many people as I could around me, then
finally linked up with Eric.

By the time the damage to Eric's neck and head had been sufficiently spread
over the nearly thousand people I had linked to, I was almost too weak to
think.  Somehow I managed to close the links before I laid my head on my
lover's chest and fell into a deep sleep.

Well, not that deep.  Otherwise Eric wouldn't have been able to wake me up when
he found himself surrounded by a sea of unconscious bodies.

"Tim, please wake up.." he whispered as loud as he dared, having noticed Mike
stirring in his sleep as he shook me.  "Are we safe?" he asked when my eyes
parted briefly.

I struggled to shake off my exhaustion as I sat up and attempted to recall what
it was I needed to do.

It wasn't until the shock of Mike waking up and immediately taking advantage of
my vulnerable state that I was able to think clearly enough to do something
completely accidental that still got the job done.

Instead of making Mike wet his pants as a distraction, somehow I caused his
bladder to leak a small portion of his urine into his blood supply.  At least
that's what I later decided must have happened, since he had every indication
of having a mild case of blood poisoning.  Whatever the case, Mike suddenly
turned extremely pale, and instead of tossing his cookies like he had begun to
do, he rolled his eyes up into his head and passed out.

Once I had made sure the other three wouldn't awaken, I gasped to Eric, "I need
the coin...  Alex had it,"

Eric nodded his head, then crawled with some difficulty over to Alex's crumpled
form.  I was just trying to stay awake when Eric gasped, then I echoed him at
the sight of Wally standing at the door holding the leash of a nude Lana who
was struggling to suck his cock.

"Lana?!?  Noo..." I whispered as Eric half stopped half crashed next to me with
my coin. 

With coin in hand, my mind began to sharpen from its refreshing comfort and
energy.  I was preparing to defend Eric and I against Wally's attack, when
suddenly I found Eric standing up and dizzily walking towards Wally and his
slut.

"Ah, Timothy.  You have given me so much without ever knowing it, haven't you?
Lana and Eric have been very helpful to me, haven't you been, my sluts."

"Fuck me master.  FUCK me!" Lana said, rattling the chains that were hanging
from her neck, wrists, and shins as she violently pressed her ass against his
cock.

Her mind..  Her beautiful mind...  It had been warped, perverted, twisted into
that of a complete fuck slut, wanting only to serve her masters cock and
nothing else.  And then when Eric pushed her out of his way to begin sucking
Wally hardening cock, I realized that Wally had enslaved Eric without me having
sensed him doing it.

I couldn't understand it.  I had focused my attention on him just so I would be
able to counter anything he tried, but somehow I missed it.  And I had missed
him undoing the sleep commands I had given Alex and the two girls?  At least I
saw their commands coming when they took my body's control from me.

"ALEX!" Wally bellowed once I was immobilized.  "You nearly FAILED me!"

"I'm sorry, my lover!" Alex said crawling up to him.  "Please my lover!  I
tried to make you prou.."

Alex was cut off in mid-sentence by Wally's hand connecting with his cheek with
a loud "SLAP!"

"Something is very wrong with this picture," I thought to myself as Alex
desperately sucked Eric's dick just as his master had commanded.  "That isn't
the real Wally.  There has to be another telepath in control here."

"That's enough, you pieces of shit," Janice suddenly said.

That was when I knew something really odd was going on, finding Wally giving up
his position of command to Janice who couldn't have been...  

"Where were those symbols coming from?" I thought to myself when I noticed a
short burst of symbols merging into Bridget's mental streams.  "And how are
they penetrating her barrier without...  Oh shit!"

I felt the minds of the four conscious telepaths attack mine at once, having
formed an Einstein link which Wally had apparently lifted from Lana's mind
before breaking her to his will.  But I found myself handling their attack
fairly easily, having no trouble at all meeting their otherwise powerful and
complex symbol streams with the exact opposites and canceling them in mid air.


I began understanding more and more of what was going on, how I was able to do
this, finding everything becoming almost child's play... and after several
minutes of comprehending it all, I actually began toying with them by purposely
not defeating them right away.

My mind began to wander a little, and when I remembered Eric and the others
having been enslaved, I had a ball slipping commands in the four telepaths'
minds without them knowing it.  It was so funny to me to make them undo the
commands they had used to enslave the others without them realizing they were
doing it or making them give up on their pointless struggle to enslave me.

I was just about to finally call it a day when Eric suddenly lunged for my
throat.

Even before I was helping his unconscious body to the ground, I traced the
source of the symbols which were trying to program another helpless victim
behind me into ramming me with his head.

As soon as I found my real enemy's mind, I turned my four attackers back into
my friends with one single sweep of my hand, and exclaimed "So, Miss Young Lee!
You're the one behind all this!  I hope you like sucking cock, because when I
get through with you..."

"Shit!  Not bad.." I said a moment later when she penetrated my barrier with a
cunning probe.  

But even though she knew what I was going to do, she was pretty helpless to
stop me forming an Einstein link everyone in the room.

With the combined intelligence of twenty people, nineteen of which had great
experience in either using telepathy or analyzing it, Miss Young Lee a.k.a.
Miss Lee Vo didn't last more than thirty seconds before I plunged the OBEY ME
symbols into her fucking mind.  And then I began probing her mind for every
secret and thought she ever had.

Lee Vo was a thirty eight year old woman with a cool, calculating mind who had
developed her own telepathic powers and skills in the confines of a small town
in Utah.  She had no ambitions that would cause anyone to see her as a threat,
and was content as a grade school teacher and the wife of her father's best
friend's son.

About a year before that day in Chemistry where she had saved me with her
calming emotions, Lee Vo began sensing eyes watching her without being able to
locate the owner's minds.  Then a week later, two policemen came to her home
with a warrant for her arrest for the murder of her father.

Lee Vo was too shocked to suspect anything immediately.  She went with the
policemen quietly, but as soon as she realized she couldn't sense the mind who
was driving the strange unmarked van, Lee Vo knew she was in danger and began
planning her move.

She effectively rendered all three men unconscious with a simple command
directed at their livers, then after discovering the driver had a suitcase size
device with wires attached to his head, she used her abilities to alter another
human being for the very first time in her life.

The information she gained from the driver lead her to a small group of
scientists looking to do research on telepathy and needed a test subject.
While Lee Vo had never publicized her talents, most people in the small town
knew she was very perceptive of other people's intentions and that had been
what the scientists had looked for first.

After erasing everything about her and their own work from their minds, Lee Vo
went home and sent her loved ones in hiding until she could locate other
telepaths in hopes of forming a kind of alliance to watch each other's backs.

After spending nearly six months without success, she ran across one of the
Cabal's office slaves running an errand for her master.  Through that single
contact, Lee Vo managed to copy every ounce of information in the woman's head
concerning the Cabal and their activities, including bits and pieces of a
report the woman had typed up concerning my attempt at trading myself into
slavery.

Lee Vo had quickly decided the Cabal was not interested in keeping innocent
people safe from others and continued her search to find allies with better
morals than the Cabal.

Her search led to Northeast State where one of Stan's old slaves had gone.  Lee
Vo was at that time getting rather desperate, and seeing how the girl had been
left to live her life after Stan was through with her, she went to Northeast
State to search for the same telepath I had been looking for.

Once she had worked out who I was, she kept me under observation for months
before making contact with Joey and I.  But when she found out what we were
doing there, she left, intending to give up her quest to find anyone to aid
her.

All of that changed when she ran into another telepath a week following
Christmas.  After nearly being enslaved herself, she began seeing her last
approach as having been informative, but knew she could never trust another
telepath unless they were under her own control.  

It had been Lee Vo whom I had sensed probing someone in the records office
looking for me while I was in the dean's office with Dr. Kinmon.  She had been
searching for any leads on finding me in hopes of gaining control of another
telepath who she believed she could easily overpower if not trick.

What Lee Vo had not realized was that the telepath who had attempted to enslave
her had in fact successfully inserted a few commands before she had enslaved
him.  Her perspective had been altered on what was appropriate and moral, and
every time she went back to check on her family which she had left in his care,
her perspective was further altered by the desire to protect her family at all
costs.

As soon as I found the incomplete commands within her mind, I removed them and
restored her will to negotiate a peace.  She apologized immediately, and then
asked if she could join the Harrison group if they would help protect her
family.  Wally's answer was yes.

Nineteen of us had the satisfaction of knowing our job was done, but the one
who had only been a bystander within the link quickly made it public to the
rest of us that there was another problem.

James and Eric had run across a gang of bikers while playing hooky that
morning, and James had pressured Eric in going up with him and talking to them.
Eric liked the group of guys, especially since a few of them were not much
older than they were and they were all obviously gay.  

Baker, a shorthaired seventeen year old blond with tattoos up and down his
arms, was actually starting make Eric feel a little horny by the way he could
rub himself without it looking that obvious.  Baker had just admitted to Eric
he had joined the gang when his family rejected his homosexuality when James
suddenly got on the back of a bike as the bald headed bear of a man started it
up and tore out of there.  

Eric chased them as long as he could, James screaming to Eric he would write
and not to worry about him.  When the other bikers rode past him, Eric finally
couldn't run any further and fell onto the dead grass beside the road with
James words echoing in his ears.

"I Love You, Eric...."

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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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