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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 4 - Enough Love For Everyone
(mf)

"I hope you two remember which piece goes to which helicopter," I said as I
ran my eyes across the parts scattered all over the garage.

"I can tell the difference," Holly said walking up to me while wiping her
hands on the borrowed white coveralls she had on.  They were already streaked
with oil, grease, and grime on them, so a little more didn't matter.

What did matter was the fact she had a smile on her face, and when she reached
me, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a nice kiss.

"I take it you feel better?" I said feeling the warm feeling she was emitting.

"I always feel better after working on Beany, and Randy is a good listener.
I'll get over ya," she said.  Then with a grin, she added  "And then we'll see
who's the miserable one."

"Where is Randy?" I asked, not sensing him in the garage.

"He went to get us something to eat," she said.  "Aren't you hungry?"

"Yeah.  But I wanted to see if you would like to eat with me and meet Joey and
my mom."

"What about Tammy?" she said with the last remains of her smile fading.

"She's with my dad still.  Don't give me that look.  If you want her to be her
old self again, you're going to have to let my dad do what he thinks best.  I
trust him," I said, not really sure if I meant it.

"All right.  But if I go eat with you, what about Randy?  Can he eat with us
too?"

"Sure, if he wants," I said reaching out to find his mind.  "Uhm, Holly..  He
kinda got side-tracked by one of his, er, roommates.  I don't think he's gonna
be making it to dinner."

"Oh..  That's okay.  He said he might be a while before he came back because
of something he had to do first.  Just let him know I'm going to go eat with
you, okay?"

"Okay.  Done.  Uhm, you do have your clothes on under that, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do," she said while struggling to undo the fasteners on her
overalls.  By the time she had taken her protective clothing off, I had
finished walking around the garage inspecting the pairs of parts from the twin
helicopters.

While Holly still was feeling a bit hurt, she didn't let it show as we made
our way to the dining room.  We were about half way there when our
conversation hit a quiet spot, and for a few minutes we walked in silence.

I couldn't prevent my empathic senses from feeling every emotion running
through her.  All of a sudden I felt the need to hug her, an instinct of some
kind telling me it would be the best answer to her problems, or at least help
her for the moment.

She resisted me initially, complaining she was hungry and wanted to eat.  But
once I had my arms around her, she took a deep breath, moved into the hug and
let me hold her while I kissed the side of her head and told her how special
she was to my life.

We only spent about ten minutes leaning against the wall before we broke apart
and continued on our way.  We were still holding hands when we arrived at the
dinning room.  I only remember that fact because when she saw the image of my
mom made out of light on the wall, Holly nearly ripped my arm out pulling me
towards her and asking if I saw it.

Once Holly got over her shock, introductions were made and we sat down to eat.
Joey and my mom had already started, and I had a distinct feeling Holly was
rather upset that every one was dressed.  Or not upset, just disappointed.
She was getting used to experiencing new things, and sitting down at the
dinner table with a bunch of nudes would have definitely fit in that category.

Dinner wasn't all that fun for me.  Every time I talked to Joey or Holly, I
found the other's mind wandering from not finding the conversation
interesting.  My mom helped out a lot, but it felt so strange going back and
forth like that, unable to find some common ground.

The three of us were heading for the TV room to watch a movie when Holly asked
about Tammy again.

"Tammy?  Tammy who?" Joey said without any real interest.

"Tim's dad is trying to turn her back to normal after some guy made her his
toy," Holly answered before I could.  "Hey, wait a second.  I thought it was
his sister you were looking for.  Why didn't you tell..."

She didn't finish her question when she noticed my pained expression, and just
as it clicked in Joey's head, Holly realized she shouldn't have said it.

"What does she mean you're looking for my sister?" Joey said with heavy
emotion.  "Sarah's dead, isn't she?"

"Joey, we don't know anything for sure yet," I said as I avoided his eyes.
"Just don't worry about it until you're back to nor.."

"Fuck normal!  Is Sarah dead or not?!  Tell me!" Joey demanded as his
desperation and hope fought for control.

"We don't know!  Okay?  We think she's still alive, but we don't know!  Shit,
Joey.  You're not ready for this yet.  You're shaking all over and..." I said
as he started to wobble.

Holly and I tried to get him to sit down, but he wouldn't have any part of it.
Some how he managed to stay on his feet long enough to reach the TV room, then
all three of us collapsed on the sofa.

Despite my better judgment, Joey dragged the whole story out of the two of us.
But after a while, I realized perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing.  Joey
started feeling like his old self to me.  His attention was focused on the
possibility that his sister was alive instead of the disturbing urges and
memories that kept popping into his head.  The death of his sister had been
the first tragic event of his life, and his feelings about it ran much deeper
than the things Steven had done to him.

By the time Joey was satisfied that we had told him everything we knew, Holly
was struggling to stay awake, and I was kind of tired myself.

"Am I sleeping here tonight?" Holly asked after a yawn.

"Where else would you sleep?" I said, laying my head against hers.

"At home,  Remember?  What is it, a half an hour drive to the park?"

"From here its more like an hour and a half, and your parent's place is almost
two hours.  I didn't think you'd want to leave without Tammy anyway."

"Oh, I'm not planning on it," she said yawning again.  "I'm just trying to get
you to tell me where my room is without having to ask you, that's all."

"Ah," I said grinning.  "Well, that depends on whether or not you want to
sleep alone or not."

"I'm so tired I don't think it will matter.  Let's try separate beds tonight
so we both can get some sleep."

"Okay," I said, not wanting to push the issue.

Joey didn't even seem to notice when we got up and told him good night.  I
could feel his mind struggling to recall everything he could about his sister,
and found he had made fairly good progress there.  I was about to ask him if
he had heard us, but decided otherwise and left quietly with Holly to show her
to a guest room.

After a gentle good night kiss with Holly, I walked back to my room alone,
recalling the day's events with a sense of detachment.

I was surprised to find Joey waiting for me in my room, but didn't have to ask
what was on his mind.  Despite the fact that both of us were tired, we spent
half the night just talking in bed, Joey having found he could force his
memories to come back if he tried to think about them.

I must have drifted off while he was concentrating at one point, and woke to
the familiar feeling of a twin's mouth on my hard cock.  Joey was getting some
of the same, but after the girls had brought us off, Joey and I both rolled
onto our stomachs and went right back to sleep.  We had learned a long time
ago that was the only way to stop the twins from forcing us to get up when
they wanted to, er, play.

"Hey, sleepy head," Holly's voice said several hours later and disrupting a
dream that I instantly forgot what it had been about.

"Hey, yourself," I said automatically.  I opened my eyes and looked at her a
moment, then I had to rub my eyes before taking another look.  "Uhm, why you
naked?" I blundered out.

"I had a dream last night," she said, crawling in between me and the stirring
Joey.

"A dream?" I said suspiciously.

"Don't worry..  I'm pretty sure it was my own dream and not someone else's,"
she said cuddling up to me under the sheet.  "I have a favor to ask you that
you will probably think I'm nuts to ask.  But I've thought about it for a
couple of hours..."

"What is it?" I said softly as she stroked my chest.

"Tammy dared me to let you make me your slave for a day.  I'm not willing to
go for a whole day like that, but for a couple of hours wouldn't..."

"A slave?" I said sitting up.  "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure," she said making me lay back down and climbing on top of me.
"Tammy dared me, and it bothers me that she felt I would never go for it.  You
know I'm a dare devil, but Tammy's the one who always tried to play it safe.
But now.."

"Come on.  You're not really letting her dare you into doing this, are you?"

"No, of course not.  It's just I don't understand her anymore.  Your dad
brought her to my room this morning really early.  He said she's as normal as
she's going to be.  You were right about her.  She's not a slave anymore, but
she still wants to do it all the time."

"I'm sorry Holly.  I hoped I was wrong.  But you don't really believe you
becoming a slave for an hour or two is going to fix her problems, do you?"

"No, but...  I want to help her, Tim.  She's my best friend, and has been
nearly all my life.  I thought of killing myself when she stole Justin away
from me.  Then he dumped her, and we made up because of it.  But ever since
she went away to college, I've felt like there was a wall between us.  Now
that I know what the wall is, I can't think of any other way to get past it.
Tim...  She was talking about becoming a prostitute...  I can't let that
happen.  But I have to understand what she went through to help her get back
to normal.  You'd do it for Joey, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I would," I said, looking Joey in the eyes for more than a
moment.  "But Holly..  I can't do it to you, not even to help Tammy.  I'm not
sure if this was a one time thing or not, but..  When I tried to do it with
Tammy yesterday, I felt how.. corrupted she was."

"Corrupted?" Joey and Holly said at the same time.

"Okay, not corrupted, but..  I don't know how else to describe it.  She felt
like she wasn't really alive..  no, that's not it either..  All I know is she
felt WRONG to me.  Unnatural.  It scared the hell out of me," I said fighting
the creepy crawly feeling I had.  "That's why my mom came to find me,
yesterday," I added to Joey.

Holly and I argued for several minutes, Joey wisely deciding to stay out of it
and left to go eat breakfast.

Holly can be as stubborn as a mule, but in this instance I was more stubborn.
I cheated in a sense by recreating how it felt and sharing it with her, but I
have to give her credit.  It didn't upset her like I thought it should have.
In fact, I think what made her give up was seeing how rattled I was
afterwards.

Neither of us was in the mood to take advantage of us being in bed alone and
already nude.  And I could tell she wasn't comfortable about her nudity,
especially when we crossed the hall to see Tammy.

Tammy was sound asleep on top of the covers nude, an erotic yet innocent sight
to behold.  

"The one thing I hate about going nude is you can't hide it when you get
wood," I said to Holly after she gave me a look of frustration.

"I think she and your dad were up all night," Holly said in a hushed voice.
"I'd hate to wake her."

"Then don't," I said sitting down on the edge of the bed next to Tammy.  "She
looks so peaceful like this," I whispered as I stroked her soft cheek gently.

Holly got down on her knees and laid her chin on the edge of the bed closest
to Tammy's face.  I felt the same feelings of worry and hope coming from Holly
as I had been feeling for Joey and Suzi for the past month.  I stopped
caressing Tammy's cheek and for a few minutes and simply let my feelings for
Holly build as I watched her.

At some point she noticed my stare and glanced up only to be captured in an
empathic linking that I wasn't trying to form.  She rose while I bent over,
and in moments we were in each others arms locked in a heartfelt kiss.

After several minutes of kissing and rubbing, Holly forced me on my back which
resulted in waking Tammy since she was immediately behind me.

My first thought was that the fun was over and prepared to sit back up, but
after Tammy's legs got out of the way, I found Holly's mouth on my right
nipple, and moments later Tammy's on my left.

My legs were still hanging over the edge of the bed, so once I got over the
small shock that Holly was letting Tammy join in, I managed to wiggle out from
under them long enough to get on the bed properly.

The two girls had just finished whispering something when I looked over at
them, and so I expected something interesting to happen.  To my surprise,
Holly got off the bed and bent over to give me a kiss on the forehead, then
grabbed some clothes and hit the shower.

My attention immediately focused on Tammy who was licking her way up my left
leg.

"I have...  a score to...  settle with... you.." Tammy said huskily between
licks.  "You made me... miserable... while I... was your... fuck slave...  and
wouldn't... use me..."

With that she sucked both of my balls into her mouth and made me wiggle with a
mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

When her mouth finally released my family jewels, I was sweating all over and
very nearly out of breath.  I was just starting to gather my wits when her
tongue ran across my crack, shattering any trace of organized thoughts in my
mind.

But then she began to use her mouth and tongue on my dick, I managed to
regroup. I decided I wasn't going to be the guinea pig for her sexual
liberation, and quickly figured out how to turn the tables on her.

Tammy started to get desperate when she sensed my arousal was declining, and
was going to try something else when I sat up and ran my magic fingers across
her back and down to her hanging tits.  

Her mouth swallowed my cock and attempted to fight fire with fire, but each
time I ran my magic touch across her back and tits, she lost momentum and
finally let my hardon fall heavily from her gasping mouth.

I easily had Tammy limply crawl on top of me as I laid down, and once I was
comfortable, I realized how tired Tammy was from the night with my dad.  I
switched my magic touch from being sexually pleasurable to a more soothing
pleasure, and enjoyed luring her to sleep on top of me while my hardon finally
gave up and relaxed.

I had just started to fall asleep myself when my stomach grumbled loudly and
woke her up.

"I can't believe you were able to do that," she said sleepily and moving up to
my face.

"What?  Put you to sleep?"

"No.  Stop me from having sex with you.  I just don't understand you.  Every
guy I dated in high school tried to start something with me, but I didn't want
to do anything sexual back then.  Now that I want to, you don't, even though
you do with Holly.  Don't you like how I look?"

"It's not like that, believe me.  I do want to, but...  It just isn't for the
right reasons I guess.  God, you are beautiful.  Your body is perfect, your
face doesn't have a pimple, and you smell wonderful.  But I guess that isn't
enough for me anymore."

"I still don't understand," she said sliding down a bit to rest her head on my
chest.  "Maybe that's why..  never mind."

"Aren't you going to try and get me hard again or something?" I asked as I
started stroking her long hair from her head to her shoulders.

"I'm too tired to try.  Besides, your dad said if you didn't give me what I
wanted, I could just ask him.  At least HE likes me."

"I like you too.  And Holly loves you like a sister, even though she'd never
say so out loud.  I think your ex-master confused you into thinking to like
someone means you wanna have sex with them.  You know that's not really true
though, don't you?"

"I guess," she said softly.  "But I like having sex with people.  It feels so
much more real.  The more sex I had with someone, the closer I felt to them.
That's why I wanted Holly so bad."

"Tammy, can I ask you a really personal question?  I promise I won't tell
anyone."

"Only if I can ask you one afterwards," she replied with a small shiver.

"Okay.  That's fair enough," I said laying the arm I had been stroking her
hair with over her shoulders.

I took a moment to reach down with my other hand to pull the sheet up over our
legs and lower backs, then rested that hand below the first one and gave the
top of her head a little kiss.

"I've been wondering..  If you were so close to Holly, why did you steal
Justin away from her?"

She sighed, and I felt her struggle internally about telling me the truth or
not.

"I was... jealous, okay?" she finally blurted out.

"Well, that part was obvious.  But jealous of whom?  I mean, for someone as
good looking as you are, Justin sure lost interest in you awfully fast.  You
never really was interested in him, were you?"

Tammy didn't move, but I could feel her emotions cascading inside her.  I knew
I was right, but wanted her to admit it to herself.  I hoped it would help her
realize a nonsexual relationship was just as good and strong as a sexual one.
Better even.

"She thought he was everything.  I tried so hard to tell her how big of a jerk
he was, but she wouldn't listen.  Even when I found out he was still fucking
that slut behind her back, she ignored me and told me I was just trying to
steal him from her.  So I did, and I had to lose my virginity in order to get
her back as my friend.

"It was supposed to be our summer together.  We planned all year to spend it
together and doing whatever we wanted before I went away to school.  Then HE
ruined it.  He was such an asshole.  I had to get him away from her.."

Tammy sniffed a few times, then looked up at me and said, "Is that good enough
for you?"

"Yeah," I said, kissing her on the forehead.  "That was more than enough.
Your turn."

She laid her head back the way it was before and took a nice deep breath that
she let out as a sigh.

"When we were in the motel room, and Holly was about to come out from her
shower, why did you give me that kiss after I stopped licking you?"

"Huh?  Uhm, I don't know.  It just felt like the right thing to do.  Did you
like it?"

"I guess," she said disappointed.  "I mean, I had wanted a tongue fuck kiss."

"But something about it made you ask.  What was it?"

"It's nothing really.  Its just that I had never had someone kiss me like that
without trying to start something.  You're just not like the other guys.  I'm
trying to figure you out."

"Tammy, could I try kissing you again?"

"Why?  You want to see if it feels different?"

"Not exactly.  I just want to kiss you.  I like you."

"I'll kiss you, but you're just doing it to make me feel...mmmm," she said as
I pulled her up to my lips and began ravaging her mouth with my tongue.

She responded as I expected, and soon we were fucking each others mouths like
two animals.  It only took a few minutes before we had to break apart to catch
our breath, and while we panted, I calmed my excitement down and started
trying to catch her eyes with mine.

"That was more like it," she said before trying to get my hardon back by
rubbing her wet crotch over it.

"Tammy, I want to give you another kiss first," I said, pulling her arms out
from under her and, with a little help from my telepathy, held her crotch
still.

We struggled for nearly two minutes before she gave up in a huff and stopped
trying to invade my mouth with her tongue.  I think it must have taken me
another good five minutes before she finally relaxed and let herself enjoy my
gentle kisses and rubbing.

When she started to respond with the same gentle loving kisses, I knew I had
accomplished what I had set out to do.  So when her lips returned to mine
after taking a small breather, I parted them and waited to see what she would
try.  I was disappointed in her when her tongue slipped through, but I found I
had judged her too soon when all she did was wiggle her tongue like she was
teasing me, then continued her slow and steady tongue-less kissing.

I instantly returned to mine, and didn't stop until she did.

"Well?" I said after she had moved back down so her head was back on my chest.

"Well, what?" she said, giving my chest a kiss.

"Which kind of kissing did you like better?  The tongue fucking kind?  Or the
other."

"The tongue fucking kind," she said incidentally.

"Oh," I said, not hiding my disappointment.

"Gotcha," she said looking up at me smiling.

"You witch," I said with a laugh.  "You're as bad as Holly."

At the mention of Holly's name, Tammy suddenly became uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" I asked, kissing her head again.

"I just forgot, that's all."

"Forgot what?"

"Forgot you were already taken.  By Holly."

"Tammy, I'm not taken by Holly.  I love her, but...  Ah hell.  I love a lot a
people.  And I've made love to many of them too.  I guess what I'm trying to
say is, just because Holly and I love each other doesn't mean I have to stop
loving her to love you.  I think Holly knows that now.  Otherwise, why would
she leave you here with me?"

"So she could ask your dad to make her his slave for a couple of hours," she
said softly.

"She WHAT!" I said, reaching out to find Holly's mind.

"Thank God," I sighed moments later.  "My dad wouldn't do it.  I guess I've
been wrong about him in the past."

"Tim..  I think I am falling in love for you, but I don't want to.  Like you
said, I've never found someone on my own to love.  You're not going to give
Holly up for me, and I don't want you to, but in the end that's the only thing
I'd be happy with.  So.. I know this sounds kind of rude, but..  unless you
want to fuck me, go away, please?  Right now all I think I can handle is
having mindless sex with guys, not falling in love with them."

"Uhm..  Okay, if that's really how you feel," I said bewildered.

My stomach made another loud growl which prompted her to roll of me and curl
up under the sheet like she was going to go to sleep.  I knew she was right,
but at the same time I felt it would be wrong not to share my feelings with
her.  So I crawled over to her and said to her face, "I love you too, Tammy.
If you can't handle that, I'm sorry.  Tonight, I'm going to come in here and
make love to you.  And then I'm going to go and do the same to Holly.  I don't
have to play by your rules, understand?  I can love as many people as I want,
and you can only stop me from sharing it with you, not having it for you."

And with that I kissed her cheek and left to go eat.

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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 5 - Doing It For Love
(mc mf)

Love.  Four letters of the alphabet that can mean a lot of different things to
a lot of different people, but is essential to the well being of all.  But in
my case, love for other human beings broke down into two categories.

The puppy love, the "I enjoy being around them" love, the "she's so sweet I
just want to hold her and never let her go" kind of love.  All those fit into
one category, and I tend to apply this kind of love towards a lot of people.
It's still love, but it's always second to the other category, love of my soul
mates.

At the time, I only felt that kind of love for Joey and Suzi, but beyond
knowing it was special kind of love to me, I really didn't think of it being
all that different.

Okay, so I suppose there's a third category just for my mom, but it isn't the
kind of love I'm describing.  I never fell in love with my mother.  I simply
always loved her because..  well, you know...  She's my mom.  And there hasn't
been a time in my life where I ever doubted her love for me, and vice versa.

I guess you could say that after leaving Tammy's room, I was feeling a bit
guilty and torn.  I wanted to spend the day talking with Joey and helping him
recover more of his memories.  I wanted to also spend the day with Holly,
hopefully putting the two girls back together and then checking the local area
out for another secluded area to make love.

And to tell you the truth, I wouldn't have minded spending the whole day in
bed with Tammy.  She was every fourteen year-old's jerk off fantasy, and since
I was sixteen, I had two years of addons onto that base fantasy, giving me a
much wider range of what I could do when a fantasy turned real.

As it turned out, I did a little of all three, but not like I had wished.

I spent the rest of the morning in the garage with Holly and Randy putting the
two girls back together.  Actually, most of the time I was listening to them
explain what they considered extremely exciting differences between what I
considered to be identical parts since in most cases they could be used in
either engine without any problems.  Joey never understood why I enjoy taking
Midge's engine apart like I do, but even I couldn't get excited about how one
bolt was English standard and another was metric.  They went on and on about
that..

So after lunch I gave up on them getting the two girls put back together
before nightfall, and went to find Joey.

I was kind of surprised to find him in Holly's room talking to Tammy.  Joey
had brought her a tray of assorted breakfast foods, and had apparently eaten
some of it with her too.  They hadn't fooled around or anything, but I was
fairly sure the possibility wasn't out of the question in Tammy's mind.

But Joey had not come there for sex, but for information about what had
happened to her, what her college life was like before and after, and things
of that nature.  While I wasn't exactly bored by their talking, most of it was
rehash for me, so when a servant showed up two hours later to tell me I had a
phone call, I was kind of glad for the excuse.

But I was more than just glad to find who it was.

"Hello?"

"Timmy?"

"Suzi?  Oh, baby.  I've missed you so much.  How ya feel?"

"I'm okay.  How's Joey?"

"He's doing pretty good now.  He remembers a lot of what happened before, er,
you know.  How's your memory doin'"

"I'm still a little foggy on people I haven't seen for a while, but I think I
remember everything about us."

"You do?  Wow.. That's great.  I've been having to tell Joey about things we
did together before he can remember them.  Sometimes I think I could just make
things up and he'd remember doing them too."

"Does he... Remember me?"

"Of course he does...  Oh man, Suzi..  It's so good to hear your voice again."

"You're coming for dinner, aren't you?"

"Yeah I am!"

"Mom said if you wanted to, you probably could come earlier than that."

"Really?  How about... right now?"

"I was hoping you'd say that.  She didn't mean that early, but she didn't say
you couldn't come over now either."

"Suz?  I love you.  I'm so happy to hear you, I almost can't believe it."

"Well, get your butt over here and you can see me too."

"Heh.  Yeah.  That would be even cooler."

"Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you too."

"Oh Suzi..  I love you so much.."

etc, etc...

We spent a good half hour talking on the phone before I realized I could have
been at her house in the time we had been talking.  But it was time well
spent.  I had a smile on my lips and I felt like I was a light as a feather as
I bounced my way towards the garage.

I even managed to tell Holly where I was going without feeling bad about it.
I mean, any feelings of guilt simply didn't occur to me, and I guess my
empathic abilities were broadcasting my mood so much that Holly seemed
delighted at my news.

I didn't even speed on my way there.  The day seemed so full of happy and
bright things all around me that I simply had to take my time to see it all.
My empathic abilities must have been working triple-time.  Everywhere I went I
saw people smiling, adding to my good mood which just made more people smile.
By the time I got to Suzi's, I felt like a million bucks.

The good mood crashed the moment Suzi's mom opened the door before I could
even knock and said in a soft but parental tone, "You and I need to have a
talk."

"Huh?  What I do?" I said, resisting the temptation to peek in her head.

Her reply was to put her finger up to her lips and stepping outside, then
carefully shut the door without making a sound.

She led me back to my car, then waited on the passenger side for me to unlock
it without any explanation.

It wasn't until we were both in the car with the doors shut she finally said,
"Frank and I don't see eye to eye about everything that's happened.  Suzi's
keeping him busy in the basement for a few minutes, but we need to go
somewhere else and have a heart to heart talk.  I tried to catch you before
you left, but they said I had just missed you."

I didn't say anything as I started my car and pulled out, trying to think of
some place close with air conditioning where we could talk privately.  I
quickly drew a blank, so I asked her, and then nearly had a wreck from her
response.

"Excuse me?  Did you say Becker's Grove?"

"Unless you have a better place in mind.  At this time of the day, there won't
be anyone there, it's shady, and there's always a breeze.  Have you ever been
up there?"

"Uhm, yeah.  Suzi, ehm, took me there once," I said, recalling the late
evening Suzi had suggested going there.

"Good.  Then I don't have to tell you the way," she said with a strange sound
of confidence.

Several times I found her "checking me out" so to speak, and there was a few
other things she did that suggested she was coming on to me.  But my empathic
senses only reported feelings of caution and indecision from her, and I was
confused as to what was going on.  She obviously was testing me, but why in
this way?

Becker's Grove was one of those scenic spots where teens go to park and make
out after dark.  I was sure she knew this, and as I pulled under one of the
bigger oaks lining the drive and shut off the engine, she showed the first
sign of her true intentions by nervously checking to see if the door was still
unlocked in case she had to get out in a hurry.

"Mrs. Aston, what's going on?"

"Call me Betty," she said turning towards me and faking a smile.

"Uhm..  Okay, Betty... Why are you trying to get me to make a pass at you?"

Even though she wasn't prepared for such a direct question, Betty quickly
responded with, "Maybe I like you.  Like Suzi does."

"But you don't like me like that.  You're not interested in me.  You're
testing me, but I don't understand what for or why."

She sighed with a mixture of disappointment and relief, then said, "Well, if
you read my mind for that much, why didn't you just take it all?"

"I didn't.  I mean, I didn't read your mind.  You should have been giving off
feelings of arousal, desire, love, or something, but you weren't.  Just...
concern."

Betty stared at me for several moments, and I was tempted to let the empathic
connection form that I was having to hold back.

But Betty looked away and suggested we go for a walk, trying to give her more
time to filter through the sea of indecision she felt stretched before her.

We walked for a few minutes in silence, then finally she said, "You know, I
have to admit that there has been one good thing come from all of this.  I
haven't felt this close to Suzi since she was just a little girl.  I've missed
how she used to tell me everything that was important to her, everything that
she had done at school or playing at a friends house.  I suppose it seems
rather selfish to you."

"No.  Not really," I said.  "If Suzi had stopped talking to me about what she
likes and doesn't like, I'd start feeling like she didn't trust me, and that
would hurt pretty bad."

She didn't say anything at first, but I had felt her mild shock after hitting
what she had been feeling right on the nose.  Her emotions flickered back and
forth between trust and distrust, obviously from her uncertainty whether I had
honestly answered my own feelings, or I had just taken it from her own
thoughts and had said what she hoped I would say.

She stopped and turned to me, then while looking me in the eye, she said, "If
Suzi didn't care for you as much as she does, we would have moved as far away
from here as we could have, and you would have never seen her or us again.

"But Suzi's has been telling us everything as she remembers it, and even
though Frank thinks you've done something to her...  You have your gifts, and
I have mine.  I usually can tell what a person is like when I first meet them.
I don't believe you would ever do anything to Suzi.  It just doesn't feel like
you.  That's why I've wanted to believe what Suzi tells us.  

"But I can't ignore the other possibilities either.  After seeing you
controlling Suzi's body at the airport, it all just hit me that you really can
do the things your mother said.  Part of me is terrified of you.  The only
reason I keep myself from running is because I love my daughter and she loves
you."

"I love her too," I said softly.  "Thanks for giving me this chance to prove
it to you."

"That's what we have to figure out, Tim.  How do you prove to me and Frank
that this isn't all just a fantasy you've dreamed up and made us believe in?"

"How?  I don't know!?  I mean, if you already feel this way, how can I?  No
matter what I did, you would sooner or later wonder if it had just been an
illusion."

She sighed, then said, "I hadn't thought of that."

"What are you going to do?" I said when she turned away to gaze out into the
peaceful valley before us.  "I'll do whatever you think is best.  Just please
don't take her from me.  I just got her and Joey back."

"Well, for right now, even Frank sees she needs you, and that's why he's
letting you come to dinner.  I can't promise you anything, but let me talk to
him and see if we can think of something."

"Thanks.  Thanks a lot, Mrs. Aston," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"You don't know how much this means to me."

"Oh, I think I do.  You're not the only person to be in love, you know," she
said with a smile.

We went back to her house, and Betty went in first to check on things a few
minutes before I got out of my car.  This time when I approached the front
door, Suzi was the one who opened it before I could knock, but she didn't say
anything.  She didn't have to.  The only thing in our minds was to touch each
other again.

I don't even remember her moving from the door.  She just was suddenly in my
arms and I was in hers, our lips searching for the other's as we held each
other tighter and tighter.  Our lips found the other's and immediately
embraced in their own way.

Our kissing tapered off very quickly and we stood there just rubbing our arms
up and down the other's body, taking in lungfuls of each other's scent,
filling my being with the contentment of holding her and feeling her hold me.

The wonderful moment of happiness was brought to an end with a voice saying,
"Who left the front door open?!?  Oh.."

I looked up to find Jason looking at us with a wry grin on his face before it
disappeared behind the closing door.  Even though I knew he had gone back to
the kitchen, we didn't resume our hug, and after a minute we went inside.

"Pete's here to meet a friend of Jason's from Central State," Suzi said in a
hushed tone.  "I've been going nuts trying to keep myself from ripping my
clothes off and landing one of them."

"Huh?" I said, feeling she meant every word of it.  "Why?  I mean, beyond the
obvious reason."

"This is why," she whispered as we entered the kitchen.

My eyes probably were bulging out of their sockets finding both Jason and Pete
had put on a considerable amount of muscle tone, especially Jason.  In fact,
if it wasn't for his face, I would have never known it was Jason from all of
the bulk of muscles.

After getting over the shock of Jason's new body, I began noticing other
differences.  His skin had a healthy shine to it which complemented his
perfect tan and incredible muscles.  But the greatest change was the fact he
was wearing a diamond stud earring.  Jason used to rip on guys who got their
ear pierced.  It was so strange to see him with one.

Suzi's smile told me she was enjoying my shock and surprise.  And it didn't
disappear after I said hey to Jason and Pete.  Not only was Jason's physical
appearance different, but his demeanor had changed too.  While Jason had never
been truly unfriendly towards me, I was a bit surprised by his warm white
toothy smiles, the friendly feelings he emitted while speaking to me, and the
overwhelming good natured attitude he portrayed.  Last time I had seen Jason,
I had to resist altering him so I wouldn't have to put up with his overbearing
and almost bully-like attitude.

Immediately I was suspicious of tampering, and even though I thought this was
a hell of an improvement, I began scanning Jason's mind for another telepath's
work.

After finding none of the obvious mental commands, I started back tracking
through Jason's experiences concerning his attitude towards people he
considered inferior.  I had just started to consider the possibility that
Jason hadn't been altered when the real reason for his transformation walked
into the kitchen.

"Oh," Jason said noticing the even larger muscled guy standing in the doorway
with his pearly white teeth lighting up the room in a smile.  "Tim, this is
Ron.  Ron, this is Tim Brandton, Suzi's boyfriend."

Charisma was literally pouring out of this guy.  As I shook his hand and
remarked how incredibly gentle yet solid his grip was, I found myself already
echoing his warm smile and friendly attitude, and I realized that given time
I'd probably pick up some of his mannerisms just like Jason had.

We spent around a half an hour talking about weightlifting before Suzi's mom
shooed us out of the kitchen to start making dinner.  Suzi managed to get me
away from their intriguing stories of working out at college at that point,
but I was still thinking about how awesome it would be to have muscles like
Ron when I found myself sitting on Suzi's bed while Suzi closed the door and
locked it.

I was in the process of switching states of mind as Suzi walked up to me,
slipping both straps of her sleeveless top off her shoulders and seductively
uncovered her breasts before climbing on my lap and pressing her cool wet lips
against mine.

My mind spun in confusion, finding myself incredibly turned on by her actions
and the arousal she was emitting while disturbed by the suddenness and speed
at which she was going.

But within each kiss there was the undeniable feeling it was the real her, and
that she was in fact holding back as much as she could to prolong the love and
passion flowing out of her.

So as her hands lifted my shirt over my head, I complied to her wishes and
began working my hands over her topless body, letting the passion build and
take over.

Our lips parted for a time, and while my hands stroked her hot flesh even
faster, Suzi closed her eyes and rose up on to her knees, pressing her
tattooed darkened nipples against my mouth.

As I began my sucking and licking of her mammaries, my stroking hands worked
lower and lower until they where lowering her shorts and panties from the
insides.  That was the point where I started sensing that we were playing out
a fantasy of hers.  One that she had been forming over the past couple of days
while coping to control the powerful sexual desires and needs she still had.

If I had any concerns about stopping, they were completely washed away by the
desire and lust Suzi was pouring into my empathic senses.  As her lips found
mine again and we somehow managed to pull my shorts off without her getting
off me, I found myself forming a two way without thinking about it.  From that
point on the only thing in our minds was fulfilling her vision of her once
again becoming a human size cock.

And it happened so fast..  I only remember seeing her head tilt back, her eyes
squeezed shut while her lips parted to prepare for our orgasm.  Suzi's own
lust was driving me to comply with her perverted fantasy, and thus driving her
to complete it since we were linked.

As my dick and balls were filled with the pleasure of an ejaculation, our
minds finished the transformation.  As I watched the liquid spew from her
lips, my empathic senses caused a transformation of their own.  

Or more precisely, it distorted the image of my Suzi's face and body so it
darkened and mutated, corrupting her beauty, dulling the golden light that was
always shining from within her, and forming the image of a black headed, white
necked cock that was spewing it's sperm from it's dark lips.

I felt it all over again.  The corruption.  The unnatural, unholy, undead like
feeling I had felt from Tammy and the others at the mansion.  But this was ten
times worse because it was coming from Suzi, my Suzi, and I had been the one
to release the sickness or whatever you call it on to her.

My eyes couldn't seem to see anything but the corrupted vision of Suzi's
penis-like face.  I struggled weakly to crawl from under her sagging body, and
as soon as I was halfway out from under her, I couldn't help but start
whimpering and shuttering seeing and feeling how her entire body was
softening.

Suzi didn't even realize something was wrong until her father rammed the door
open, and then she only mildly took interest at the confusion and anger
showing on his face.

The confusion grew even greater when her father realized the whimpers he had
heard and had responded to were mine and not his daughter's.  But I didn't see
any of this, for my attention was centered on the horror of what I saw moving
towards me, speaking in Suzi's voice, telling me to do it some more.

When I felt it touch me, its clammy yet hot skin sent a pulse of terror
through me, zapping all my strength and destroying any chance of my escape.  I
don't remember feeling Frank's hand grasping my arm and hair, but one moment I
was crying and begging it not to get any closer, the next I was flying through
the air before getting a rug burn on the right side of my face.

I was senseless for a few moments, but then I started to realize the very
angry voice was yelling at me, telling me to get the hell out of his house and
never come back.

When I was able to work my legs and arms enough to get up, I shakily started
to try and explain what happened until Suzi lurched lustfully at me.  I was
filled with panic and terror by the way the features of her human face and
body had seemingly retained the look of the penis I seen.  

I backed out of the room while blathering "I'm sorry..." over and over, then
ran right into Jason and his mom when I turned to flee.

I was still terrified as I scrambled to climb over the two, and I became even
more frantic to leave as they attempted to grab me with their hands.  The only
thing running through my mind was getting out of that house, and it didn't
make any difference that I was nude and it was broad daylight outside.

After I shook off someone's hand holding my left foot, I flew down the hall,
went right under Pete's outstretched arms, and set a direct course for the
front door which was within my sight.

Just as I was about to reach out to grab the door knob, a massive arm
stretched out in front of me from practically nowhere and stopped me cold in
my tracks.

I struggled to escape from Ron's grasp for only a few seconds before I felt it
again.  An unnatural corruption of his being.  It was deep within him..  Very
deep..  In fact it was in complete control of him, just like...

Before I could complete my thought, the terror struck me again.  Ron was even
worse than Suzi, Tammy, or anyone else I had felt it from.  It was like an
evil life form had implanted itself inside his mind and was secretly guiding
him to do the evil it required done.  It could take control of his entire
personality or just alter parts of it and his perception.  And right now it
was trying to tell me something.

My cry of fear startled the muscle bound wall enough that Ron let his grip
slip.  But then I found myself cornered by him, Pete, and Jason in the small
sitting room, and after I had felt how the cold evil had spread to both Pete
and Jason to some extent, I curled myself up in a protective ball in the
corner to await my fate.   

For some reason I never once considered using my telepathic abilities to aid
my escape.  I suppose I was so disturbed by how everyone felt altered and
corrupted, I couldn't bare to take a chance inflicting more of it, even if it
only meant controlling a body part or something else unrelated to their
thoughts.

As I crouched there with my knees up to my face and my arms covering the rest
of my head, I felt the evil slowly fade from my senses.  I was already calming
down when Suzi's mom crouched beside me and started telling me everything was
okay and that I was safe.

After I looked up, I couldn't help but open my arms and bury my face in her
shoulder.  While she held me and stroked the hair on the back of my head, she
started asking me what was wrong and what had happened.  

Feeling the eyes of the three guys upon us, I whispered shakily into her ear,
"I can't say it out loud.  I'm going to talk to you in your head, okay?  Don't
get upset."

I felt her stiffen a moment, then she took a hold of my shoulders and pushed
me away to look me in the face.  I guess I looked sincere enough that she
decided to trust me because after studying my face a few moments, she ordered
the three to leave the room.

"Now, what's going on?" she said with a stern yet soft voice.  "What happened
in there, and why are you afraid of the boys hearing?"

"I.. <sigh>  I can't tell you with words.  It's too complicated.  Can't I just
show you?"

"Fine.  Show me.  But I don't want... Ohh!.." she said as I had immediately
formed a one-way and was busy downloading what had happened through her
conscious mind.

"Stop... Please?"  she said just before I reached the part where I was stopped
by Ron.

"But there's just this little bit more.." I said, opening my eyes to find her
own filled with tears.  "I'm sorry..  I didn't mean to scare you or.."

"I know you didn't.." she said, wiping her eyes.  "Is there anything you can
do to undo what she made you do to her?"

"She made me do to her?" I said, not understanding.

"Yes.  Oh, Timothy..  Surely you realize she was controlling you, not the
other way around.  You were as helpless as...  as..." she turned her head away
from me to recompose herself, then noticed a shadow moving away from the
entrance of the room.

Betty looked to see if I had seen it, and after I nodded my head, she
indicated for me to communicate through my telepathy.

"That was Ron," I thought to her.  "He's not what he seems to be.  Oh..  You
can talk back by just thinking it to me....  But you have to direct it to me
because I don't listen to everything you're thinking.  That would be rude, not
to mention very confusing."

"This... is... very unnerving," she thought back with some difficulty.

"You're doing fine.  I'm sorry for messing everything up tonight.  I guess
Fran..  I mean, I don't think Mr. Aster will be giving me another chance after
this."

"I wouldn't count on that....  Tim, what is Ron?  What did you mean he wasn't
what he seemed?"

"I mean he's..  Well, I guess he's like Tammy.  Actually, he's a lot like
Tammy.  Oh, sorry.  Tammy is the girl I brought back with me who this guy
we're looking for made her his slave.  This guy is really good at keeping
himself from being discovered.  I mean, when I first met Ron, I scanned his
mind for any tampering, and I didn't find any.  There's this other personality
hiding behind the real Ron's personality that has complete control over what
Ron thinks and does.  At least that's what it felt like."

"What about Jason?  And Pete?"

"I don't know.  I felt something from them, but it wasn't...  Oh..  I know
what it is.  Ron's personality is contagious.  The real Ron, not the other
one.  Jason has changed so much in the past six months that if felt unnatural.
But I don't feel anything...  Holy shit..  Sorry..  I didn't mean to cuss
in.."

"What did you find?  Has Jason been.. tampered with?"

"Not exactly..  I'm not sure if you want to know this from me or not.  I mean,
it isn't exactly.."

"Tim, after everything I've had to accept and deal with since Suzi was taken
from us, I doubt anything could upset me worse than not knowing."

"You sure?  Okay..  Uhm, you know how, like, Joey and I have fooled around..
Well, it seems Ron has been kind of working Jason towards trying some things
like that with him."

"You mean, Ron is turning Jason gay?"

"No!  I mean, not gay gay.  Bi gay, maybe.  Hang on.  Frank just told Jason to
get you."

"I better go then.  You'll be okay?"

"Yeah," I said out loud.  "I'm all right now.  Thanks."

Betty gave me a peck on the forehead, then got up to leave just as Jason
called from down the hall.  She answered him, then before she walked around
the corner, she said, "Tim, will you please put your clothes back on?  I'm
starting to get used to seeing you like that."

"What did she mean by that?" I said to myself a few moments later.

I got up and was about to comply with her suggestion when I realized my
clothes were in Suzi's room, and I wasn't about to go in there.

Before I could decide what to do, Jason came back with my clothes and held
them out for me.  But when I tried to take them, he shoved them into my face
before knocking me down, rolling me onto my stomach, and pinning my right arm
behind my back before I even knew what was going on.

"OWWW!" I said as he pulled my arm back further than what was comfortable.
"WHat the FUUUCK is WRONG WITH YOU!"

"I want to know what the hell you did to my sister, you fucking manipulating
bastard!  I don't know how you convinced my mom you're innocent, but you can't
fool me!  So confess, or I'll twist your fucken arm off!"

"AAAARRRRWWWW" I cried as he turned up the pressure even more.

I was just forming the command to make him release me when Ron's voice boomed,
"Jason, let him go!"

"Stay out of this, Ron!" Jason said with some anger.

"I said let him go," Ron breathed as he took hold of Jason's wrist and applied
pressure to the fleshy spot just below it.  Jason's hand opened an instant
later, and I gasped as my arm suddenly swung away from him, causing even more
pain than Jason had been causing alone.

"You fagot!" Jason spewed at Ron.  "You have no right to interfere!  He's done
something to her, and I have to get him to admit it!"

Ron took Jason by the shoulders and peered directly into his eyes saying, "And
what could he have done?  Drugged her?  Hypnotized her?  Brainwash her?"

"Yes!  Exactly!"

"Think about it, Jason!  Why would he do it and then freak out like that?  Why
do it while everyone was here?  Why not wait until he was alone with her all
day?  You saw the look on his face.  He was scared shitless!  You said your
sister had been brainwashed by someone trying to get Tim.  Doesn't it make any
sense that Tim accidentally triggered something that made her go nuts like
that?"

Jason had lost all his rigidity, his shoulders had sank, and his head started
to hang forward in guilt.

"I'm sorry, Ron.  You're right.  I was over reacting again, and I'm sorry."

"That's all right, Jason," Ron said warmly.  "I know you couldn't help it."

"I still shouldn't have called you a fagot.  I'm really sorry.  You're the
best friend I've ever had, and I...  I..  I'm sorry.."

As Ron moved to give him a hug, I realized I was staring and diverted my
attention by gathering my clothes and putting them on.  I was just finished
when we all heard yelling.

The three of us raced to the source, which turned out to be Suzi's parents
arguing while Pete was trying to get Suzi dressed.  I shuddered when I saw her
face, finding it still resembled the head of the penis she had envisioned
becoming.

Pete wasn't getting anywhere, so Jason decided to go help him while Frank and
Betty continued arguing what they believed had caused her relapse.

"TIMMM" Suzi moaned when she noticed me at the door. 

I felt Frank's anger hit me like a slap on my face, and it was followed by his
voice blasting, "I thought I told you to get the fuck out of my house!"

"Frank!  Stop it!  He was as much of a victim as Suzi was!" Betty said,
grabbing his shoulder when he began to move towards me.

"TIM!  TIMMMY!" Suzi cried desperately as she tried to wiggle free of her
brother and cousin.  "PLEASE TIMMY!  I NEED IT!"

"Oh, Suzi.." I said, my eyes filling with tears.  "Please don't act like
this.."

"She's only acting like that because you're making her!" Frank barked.  "GET
OUT BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!"

"TIMMY!"

"Mom! I think she just peed all over me!"  Jason cried.

"Well what am I supposed to do about it?!" she shouted.

"Hey! Don't wipe it on me!" Pete exclaimed.

"I'm sorry!  I wish it had been me not her!" I cried, stumbling sideways then
falling forward on my hands and knees.

As everyone in the room started to yell at everyone else, I covered my ears
with my hands and shut my eyes, not wanting to witness Suzi's family fall
apart.  

But then Ron's voice boomed out, "Shut the FUCK UP all of you!"

You could have heard a pin drop from the kitchen it was so quiet.  I think
even Ron was surprised at how well it had worked.

"Sorry, but you were all getting hysterical, and that wasn't going to help
anyone.  I may not know any details of what caused all this, but from what I
have seen today and heard from Jason in the past, it wasn't anyone's fault but
the guy who did this to her.  But if you want to blame someone for something,
blame me."

"You?" Suzi's parents both said.

Ron sighed, then said, "Right after lunch, Suzi begged me to, excuse my
language, 'fuck her ass until I could fuck no more.'  I accepted, but after
the third time I realized she was only getting more desperate.  I'm afraid I
told her she would have to wait for her boyfriend to get any more.  I'm sorry.
I supposed I've gotten used to girls offering themselves to me like that.  If
she hadn't been so.. desperate, I wouldn't have accepted her offer.  I thought
I could satisfy her.."

"TIMM...  Satisfy ME!" Suzi sobbed.  "Please Timmy?  I got to have it!  I
don't want anything else!"

"Oh, give it a rest, Suzi," Frank said exasperated.

"OW! Suzi!  Don't bite me again or I'll.." Jason warned.

"Timmy!  Help me!" Suzi cried.

I sighed a heavy sigh, then wearily got on my feet and walked up to her.  She
franticly reached for my crotch while Pete and Jason held her back, waiting
for either Frank or Betty to tell them what to do.

"Suzi, look at me, please?  Look at my face?" I begged.

When her eyes finally glanced up, I captured them with mine and pushed hard
against the inrush of desire and lust which followed.

"Please, Suzi, fight this.  You remember what happened after you, me and Joey
had our first three way?  Remember how I made Joey want to suck my cock
because he didn't believe I could?  Remember?  He almost gave in to it.  He
almost let himself lose control forever.  But he didn't.  He resisted the
temptation.

"Remember how my mom wanted me to do something like that to you to make sure
you were able to resist that kind of temptation?  I'm sorry, Suzi.  I couldn't
do it then, and now you're letting it control you.  Fight it, my love.  Don't
let it win.  I know you're stronger than both Joey and I put together.  I
don't want to lose you.  Please, don't let it control you any more because I
won't be able to see you until you have it beat.  I love you.  We love you.
Remember nothing else matters more than that."

She had stopped struggling, and didn't make any sudden movements as I slowly
leaned forward intending to kiss her forehead like her mom had done to me
earlier.  But I found it impossible to pull my lips from her skin, knowing
that I wouldn't be able to kiss her again for a long time.

Somehow, I gathered some last remaining strength and straightened up, then
allowed myself only a fleeting glance at her tear streaked face before turning
and walking straight out of the room.  I actually made it to the family room
before I heard her explosion of sobs, and I wouldn't have made it any further
if Ron hadn't been right there to help me.

With Ron's calming words of encouragement, I didn't breakdown into my own
tears until I was halfway to my car.  At that point nothing could stop my
sorrow, and I guess Ron knew it since at the first sob he wrapped his arms
around me and carried me as I cried into his shoulder.

By the time I was sobering up, Ron had gone from being a possible enemy to
someone I couldn't help but trust.  I mean, I had enough sense to leave out
anything dealing with my telepathy and empathic abilities, but Ron was very
easy to talk to, and as he drove me home in my own car, I began telling him
about Suzi, Joey, and I.

I was explaining my feelings for Joey when I felt Ron's other personality
suddenly take charge.  I managed to keep talking after only a slight
hesitation, and franticly tried to scan his mind to find out what I could.

All I got was a few thoughts of licking every inch of my body before it
disappeared from my mind, leaving a slightly more talkative and revealing Ron
behind.

By the time we reached the driveway of the North mansion, Ron had admitted he
was bisexual, and had asked to meet Joey and perhaps tell us about his own
experiences.

It took some doing, but I managed to keep Ron from seeing anything suspicious
while we were heading to the gym where Joey was.  As we approached the gym, I
felt his hidden persona take charge for a moment, then found him working out a
suitable way to test to see if we were interested in weight lifting in the
nude.

Joey was already pumping iron when we got there, and I was surprised to find
he had been there since before we had pulled into the grounds.  Joey shirtless
body was shiny with sweat, making Ron shift in a arousal as he took it in.

I decided to take a risk and made Ron have to go take a leak and a dump.
While Ron was in the john, I filled Joey in and discovered he very interested
in hearing Ron's story.  In fact, I felt a new sense of commitment in his
interests.  Joey had been formulating plans and trying to piece together some
of the missing information he needed.

By the time Ron came back, Joey and I were share linked and had a two way open
while Joey spotted for me.  Ron simply took off his shirt and selected a
weight that was nearly ten times what I was bench pressing.  He settled into
the bench next to me, then asked Joey what his max was.

The topic quickly turned to the subject of building fat-less muscles, and Ron
pumped continuously as the conversation moved to more personal matters.  Ron
had me admit in front of Joey what I had said about him in the car, and then
Ron astonished us both by revealing he was in love with Jason.

"I've never met someone who wanted to act like me like he does.  At first,
Jason was just like everyone else, smiling without realizing it, warming up to
people around him, and things like that.  If you haven't noticed, I have an
effect on people.  I can't help it, really.  One time I tried to dampen my
effects on everyone else, but everyone I knew thought I was depressed and
wouldn't leave me alone until I stopped.

"Right after Christmas break, I started noticing Jason was paying a lot more
attention to me than guys usually do.  I first thought he was just interested
in me sexually, but when I tried to make a move, I scared him off, so I knew
it wasn't that.

"About a month later I noticed Jason kept showing up at the weight room
whenever I was there and seemed to mirror my own routine.  I kept catching him
studying me, not my body, but my body language I guess.  I wasn't sure if I
liked it or not, but I kept my distance to see what happened.

"I'll never forget it when I found him talking to three knockout blondes.  He
wasn't acting like himself, and I couldn't figure out what he was doing until
I recognized my "Wouldn't you like to fuck me," smile he was giving the middle
one.

"I was flabbergasted, angry, yet honored.  The next day when I saw him getting
ready for his first set, I went over and offered to spot for him.  He
hesitated, so I flashed him a smile, and as always he smiled back and
accepted.

"It took two weeks before he admitted to me he had been trying to learn my
'tricks' so he could pick up girls easier.  But said he didn't want to do it
for that reason anymore.  He told me he thought I was the most perfect person
he ever had met, and he wanted to learn more than just my pick up lines from
me.

"I couldn't help but like him after that.  I mean, he suddenly was like my
little brother, asking me how and why I did things, accepting everything I
said, always studying how I talked and acted with others.  And when he asked
me what I was doing during spring break, I knew he wanted to go with me no
matter where I was going.

"Telling him he couldn't go with me was the hardest thing I had done in a long
time.  He got really upset, and then got angry like he did earlier today.  He
said some things that hurt, and didn't speak to me for nearly two weeks
afterwards.

"When I saw him working out in the south campus's weight room, I couldn't bare
it any longer and went in prepared to give him my best smiles.  But he
surprised me by smiling at me first, and at that point I knew I loved him.

"Before Jason, the only person who could make me feel good just by smiling at
me was my mom.  She has it too, and you should have seen us when I tried
leaving home to go to college for the first time.  I was supposed to go a week
and a half before classes started.  I didn't get there until the day before.

"Anyway, Jason was using it on me without either of us knowing it, and I guess
I was using it on him too.  We were on our way to the weight room the weekend
before finals when I felt a little playful and we raced to the weight room.

"We ended up collapsed on the grass outside the back entrance, gasping for
breath and laughing like a couple of kids.  But when I saw the look in his
eyes, I knew he was feeling the same thing for me, even if he was afraid to
admit it.

"I saw that same look in his eyes twice more that evening, and the last one
was in my room at the frat house.  He almost panicked when I kissed him, and
even though he let me finish the kiss, Jason made it really clear he wasn't
ready for that.

"I couldn't believe it when he called me the next day and said his family was
in danger and he had to go into hiding for a while.  I told him before he hung
up that I loved him, and he tried to say it, but I told him it was okay.  He
didn't have to.

"When he called me up and asked to stay with me for a while three weeks ago, I
cried I was so happy.  I nearly cried again when he got to my house and I
realized some of my whatever you call it had worn off.

"But by the end of the week, he kissed me, and ever since then he's been the
most important person in my life.  Jason's not ready to do anything more than
kiss, and I don't want him to do anything he isn't comfortable with.  I don't
have a virginity left to offer him, but if he ever reaches the point he wants
me to take his, I'll probably die from happiness."

Joey and I had switched twice while he had been talking, but Ron had been
pumping the whole time, never slowing down or letting any strain into his
voice.  Joey peeked to find that he was actually pushing his limit, but Ron
was driven with a suspicious sense of lust to go as long as he could.

While Joey had been checking his conscious mind out and talking about what
Jason had been like before, I was struggling with my own limit, finding I had
gone too long without working the weights.  Joey was in a little better shape
than I was, but still he was puny compared to Jason or Ron.

"Whoa..  You have your nipple pierced?" Joey suddenly said, noticing the tiny
stone.

"He does?" I said, relieved to find an excuse to stop and sit up.

"Yeah..  My fraternity is a very picky about its members.  This is the last
ritual any new member has to endure, and basically if you go through with it,
you're in.  I got in my freshman year, and I'm helping Jason get ready for the
rituals.  I'll probably get Pete in by Thanksgiving since he already fits most
of the requirements."

There it was.  Something about the fraternity was the key to his hidden
personality.  Both Joey and I were busily going through his mind digging for
information, finding that for the most part, Ron didn't seem to remember the
rituals or what he did for a good third of his day while at the frat house.
It felt just like what had been done to Tammy, and when I shared that with
Joey, I felt him make a decision that he wasn't looking forward to
implementing.

"Well, I've told you guys all about me, and Tim pretty much told me his side.
So, Joey..  You going to share?"

"Share what?" Joey said coming out of his deep thinking.  "Oh..  Uhm, well...
I would if I could remember them.  I'm sorta not myself yet."

"Joey was brainwashed by the same guy who had messed up Suzi," I added.  "So
far he hasn't had as hard of a time as Suzi has.  I'm hoping it will stay like
that.  I don't know how I'd handle losing him too."

"What do you mean losing me?  What happened with Suzi?  I didn't think you'd
be back until late."

"Well fellas, I guess I'll be calling a cab.  Looks like you have some talking
to do," Ron said, finally quitting and sitting up.

"You don't need to call a cab," I said instantly. "You can ride back in one of
my dad's limos.  You look like you could use a shower first though."

"I don't want to put you through any trouble," Ron said, flashing his smile
that made you want to give him your wallet and watch. 

"Hey, you helped me a lot.  It's the least I can do," I said, going over to
the gym's phone and calling the garage and housekeeping.

"Okay.  It's all set.  The showers are right through that door, and the driver
will meet you right outside the gym to take you to the limo.  My mom wants to
know what's going on with Suzi, so if its okay with you, we'll see you later.
Okay?"

"Oh..  Alright," he said, obviously disappointed that we weren't going to
shower with him.

Joey played along since he knew my mom was with my dad in the other end of the
mansion and didn't have a clue that I was home.  We both were keeping our
thoughts to ourselves for the most part, not wanting to propose what our plans
were until we had enough information to do so.

We were out the gym door when I thought of something I wanted to ask Ron, and
asked Joey to wait out there just so Ron would think I wasn't going to tell
Joey everything.

Ron was walking to the door leading to the showers, shorts already off and
cock in hand.  I almost turned back, but Ron noticed me and turned around to
show of his incredible body to me.

"You wanted to ask me something?" he said with a smile that would melt a ton
of frozen butter.

"Uhm, yeah," I said, ripping my eyes off his body and forced them to say
planted on his face.  "Why did you lie about having sex with Suzi?"

"Who said I didn't?"

"I'd know if Suzi had been fucked by someone with a cock that big before I
did.  So why did you tell them you did?  You didn't have to save my neck."

"I wasn't just helping you, you know.  I was helping Suzi too.  She did ask me
to fuck her ass.  But you're right.  I didn't.  But I would have if I hadn't
sworn an oath not to have sex like that.  So in a sense, I did, even if I
didn't."

"Oh.." I said, keeping my attention on his face while he continued to stroke
his hard cock.  "Well, I gotta go.  Thanks again, Ron.  You're a really nice
guy."

I joined Joey outside the gym, and I saw his look of amusement as I let out
the breath of air I been holding.

"Where too?" Joey said when I started down the hall with him.

"Tammy's room.  I want to put her in the link while we scan Ron's mind again.
She might be able to feel something out we can't."

"Good idea.  Uhm, you going to tell me what happened with Suzi?"

"Not right now.  We don't have the time.  Shit, Joey.  You see what he's
thinking?"

"Yeah..  I'm not sure if I should be seeing this, but I can't risk missing
something important."

"Wow.  I would have thought that thing in his nipple would hurt fiddling with
it like that.  But it actually feels kinda good."

"How certain are you about Tammy and Ron having both been programmed by the
same guy?"

"I'm not certain at all, Joey.  They don't go to the same school and they're
obviously have been programmed to seek out completely different types of
people.  I don't want to risk making this guy run and hide if another one of
his slaves goes missing or he finds one altered by us.  I'm not sure if we can
find out anything this way, but..  Whoa!  Did you feel that?"

"Yeah!" Joey said as we both madly began scanning his mind for anything the
hidden personality was letting come to the surface as it did its thing.

All we got was a few vague images of a few of his frat brothers having sex and
the information that Ron had decided that after Jason and Pete were initiated,
they would finish evaluating Joey and I and recruit us if we passed.  Ron's
hidden persona was disappointed that he wouldn't be around to pierce our
nipples himself since he was graduating this coming summer.

As Ron's normal persona was restored, Joey and I felt all traces of what we
were looking for submerge beneath it.  Ron's thoughts focused on getting back
to Suzi's house and seeing if Jason was in the mood for some tenderness.

Tammy was a great help in pointing out that Ron seemed to have a fixed
routine, and he always seemed to have a blank spot at three different times
during his routine.  She couldn't be sure, but Tammy thought Ron had been
programmed the same way she had, mostly because Ron didn't have a clue he
wasn't truly in control of himself.

By the time Ron had left in the limo, I was pretty tired from all of my
probing, but Joey didn't let up until Ron was too far away to keep a lock on
his thoughts.  I fell asleep while Joey and Tammy went over her own
experiences again, then woke up startled to find myself alone in Tammy's room.

I grabbed some dinner, then went to look for my mom and dad to get their
opinion on some things.  With all the probing I had been doing, I hadn't felt
like seeking their minds out, and instead had asked Simon where they were.  I
found them only by accident, having passed the small sitting room on my way
from the elevator in the south wing after not finding them in the library.

They were kissing each other in an unhurried and loving way, my dad wearing
his robe while my mom was nude as usual.  Dad leaned forward a bit, then my
mom wrapped her arms around his back and proceeded to pull him down with her.
My dad's head followed hers below the back of the couch, and as I listened to
their exchange of kisses and breaths, I realized how deeply in love they were.

I felt happy, yet it unsettled me in a way I couldn't understand.  When the
kissing stopped and things grew still for a few moments, I left them there
without saying a word, knowing they were going to take it as slow as possible,

I guess what upset me was realizing that my mom had never experienced someone
make love to her, even during the few years of innocence before discovering
her powers.  My dad had an excuse in not having felt it before.  Growing up in
a house where to love someone meant you fucked them more frequently than the
other slaves.  Maybe my dad really did love his mom.  I heard grandma moaning
in her room the night before I left for Holly's.  I bet my dad was
responsible, especially since he had said something about spending a little
time with his mom that evening.

In effect, my mom and dad were about to discover something I had known for a
long time, and I felt guilty for not helping my mom find it sooner.  I mean,
there I was, mister "I want to make love to you first," knowing what the
greatest experience was in the world, and that everyone should experience it
before leaving this life.  But did I even consider the possibility my mom was
one of those unfortunate people who had not had it yet?  I started to several
times, but I didn't want to cross that line.  I didn't want to find a reason
to have sex with my own mother.  And now I had lost the chance of being the
first person to share it with the woman I had loved my entire life.  

I knew thinking like this was really stupid, but my emotional stability hadn't
returned since the time with Tammy, and I guess it was time for a little
depression anyway.

I wandered around the south wing a while, finding it's sinister look and feel
somehow appropriate to my mood.  I ended up laying down inside a large
cardboard box that was left over from the addition of a full size kitchen to
that wing.

It's funny how the mind likes to torture itself.  I spent hours reviewing
everything that had happened the past six months, letting myself relive the
guilt, the sorrow, the fear, and the anger.  After I finished demolishing the
box which had been my refuge, I decided it was time to go to bed and headed
that way.

"There you are," I heard Tammy's voice say from somewhere down the hall.
"We've been looking all over for you."

I was about to reply, but found she wasn't talking to me.

"Why did he leave you all tied up?  You should have told him not to.  There.
Hey, you can't go out there like that.  Put your cloths on and try and look
normal.  Tim came home early, but Joey stayed with him until we managed to
bore him to sleep. Joey and I have been searching for you for almost three
hours, and now no one seems to know where Tim went after he woke up.

"Stop doing that.  You know that makes me horny.  I'm sorry.  I know you're
only wanting to please me, but we can't risk Tim finding you like this.
Remember how worried his mom was about him finding out she made you Randy's
slave.  Oh, did I say something you liked?  I can't wait to hear how he was.
I bet he made you do all sorts of wicked things."

I hid from sight when I realized they were leaving the guest room they were
in.  Since we were in the south wing, I wasn't sure exactly what kind of
layout that room had, but I knew it was probably full of gadgetry and
restraints.

Holly followed Tammy down the hall, only once running her hands up and down
Tammy's ass before obeying Tammy's order to restrain herself.  

I couldn't believe it.  My mom?  My mom made Holly Randy's plaything?  How did
they think they could get away with it?  I would have known the next time I
touched Holly's mind.  But even more importantly, why?

Tammy didn't know the mansion very well, so it was a simple matter to make her
get lost.  I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I was certain I wanted to
talk to my mom before she undid the slave commands in Holly's head.

I guess I had my mind on making sure Tammy stayed lost because I didn't sense
Joey until he saw me.

"Hey.  I've been looking everywhere for you," Joey said as he strolled up to
me.  "Where were you?  I couldn't feel you anywhere."

"I went out for a while," I lied.  "You okay?  You looked kind of pale a
moment ago."

"I was just surprised to see you, that's all.  I mean, this end of the mansion
is kind of creepy."

"I used to think so too, but I guess I got used to it.  You going to sleep in
your own room or mine?  Or are you going to try out Tammy's bed tonight?"  I
said with a grin.

"Heh.  Yeah, right...  Uhm, if it's okay with you, I'll sleep with you again.
I really need to talk to you about what I want to do."

I felt the sincerity of his words, and for a few moments I considered skipping
confronting my mom about what she was doing behind my back.  But then I
remembered that Joey was involved in it, and that made me angry.

"Why do you want to talk about it with me?  You seem to trust my mom's opinion
more than mine."

Joey turned white again and stopped in his tracks.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean.  Shit, Joey.  I thought I could trust you.  But you
must have gotten too good at hiding the stuff you did with the girls you
enslaved at your cousin's school.  You're doing it even now.  What, do I have
to say it?"

"I don't... know what you're talking about," Joey said with growing
confidence.

"My mom turned Holly into Randy's sex slave while I was over at Suzi's.  You
and Tammy both knew, so stop fucking around with me.  If I wasn't so tired,
I'd probably want to argue with you, but all I want to do now is tell my mom
what I think of her, and then go to bed."

I left Joey standing there, his face twisted in a mixture of emotions and
indecision.  I thought he was just going to let me be, but then he caught up
with me and grabbed my arm.

"Look.  I may have done things you don't like in the past, and yes, I tried to
help Samantha, but...  Shit, Tim.  You're not God.  You don't know everything
there is to know, and you don't have the right to tell everyone what is right
and wrong.  When someone wants to do something you forbid, you get really
upset when they keep talking about it or try it.  You scare me sometimes the
way you get so emotional.  And your mom is always worried you'll find
something else to blame yourself for, then go off the deep edge with grief.

"Holly, Randy, and Tammy talked your mom in doing it.  I didn't find out until
afterwards, and I only went along with it because I knew you would flip out if
you found out.  That's the truth, and I know you can feel it.  I'm sorry for
hiding it from you, but I was only trying to make things easier on you."

I had been staring into his eyes the whole time without showing any signs of
emotion, and after he finished, I glared down at his hand holding my upper arm
which he released instantly.

I turned around and walked away without a word, trying to stay determined to
confront my mom and not let Joey off the hook.  But my exhaustion was making
me doubt myself, and when I reached the elevator, I looked back to see Joey
watching me with hopeful eyes.

I sighed, rubbed my tired eyes, then looked at him with a judging gaze.

"Okay.  I guess you're right," I said finally.  "But that still doesn't make
what mom did right."

"She's not stupid, you know," Joey said jogging up to me.  "Sam said she tried
to talk Holly out of it, but she wouldn't let up.  I don't think Sam would
have done it if she thought Holly might be hurt or not able to handle it."

"Shit...  Yeah, Holly can be more stubborn than a rock.  And if there is
anyone who can handle something, it's Holly.  All right.  Let's just go to
bed.  I'm wiped out.  I hope you can wait until morning to tell me what you're
planning."

The elevator doors opened at that instant, and before I could turn around
Joey's eyes lit up and he said with a grin "I guess I'll have to."

Joy and Honey joined us in my bed that night, but to my relief the girls were
just looking for some snuggling.  Joey wound up pulling double duty there, for
as soon as my head touched the pillow, I was off in dream land.

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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 6 - The Quest for Sarah Begins
(mc)

"NO!!  SARAH!!  NO!!" Joey cried just before he fell out of the bed.

"Joey!  It's okay!  It was only a dream!"  I said, nearly falling out of bed
after him.

"NO!  I SHOT HER!  I SHOT SARAH!  I REMEMBER!  I DID IT!  IT WAS ME!" Joey
continued as he stumbled and struggled to get free of the covers.

I realized he was lost in the emotions his dream had produced, and just as he
got to his feet intending to run, I tackled him back to the floor and held
onto him with everything I had while he went into a hysterical fit.

The twins where gone by the time Joey had worn himself out, and before Joey
dropped back asleep, I had managed to piece his dream together from the
fragments his terrified mind had recalled.

His dream was a combination of real events and imaginary ones, the imaginary
ones having come from Steven's tampering of Joey's memory.  From what I saw,
Joey had taken on the role of both Steven, himself, and Tammy's old master,
where he raped, enslaved, brainwashed, toyed with, mistreated, and finally
shot his 12 year old sister in the head.

The worse part was Joey had done almost everything he experienced in the
dream, and at the time, he had loved doing it.  While he had been settling
down from his fit, I found Joey still believed he had killed his sister, and
wasn't listening to me, even when I thought directly to his mind.

It took me a while to go back to sleep, and when the twins woke me up doing
their morning rounds, I snapped at them and sent them away with their feelings
hurt.

I was relieved to find Joey's sense of reality had returned, but I could still
see the horror in his eyes.  He didn't say a word to me, just moved towards me
and started crying.

I fell asleep holding Joey's head against me, but I don't think he went back
to sleep at all.  For when I opened my eyes, Joey lifted his head and smiled
weakly at me, saying, "It's about time you woke up."

"Are you okay?"

"No..  Tim, I want to go find her.  I want to forge my way into college, join
that fraternity, and find out if my sister is alive or not."

"Joey..  We can't join that fraternity.  Ron knows we're not old enough.
He'd blow the whistle."

"Not if we use the twins on him and make him forget us."

"What about Jason and Pete?  They're going to join it too, and we're not going
to wipe them."

"We'll just make them transfer to another school.  Tim?  You know I can't do
this without you.  I can't promise you anything in return because I don't have
anything to give you except my own life, and I know you don't want that.  But
without you..."

"Shit, Joey.  I pretty much guessed this is what you'd want to do, and you
know I'd do anything for you...  Okay.. I'll help you do it.  But we have to
figure out a better plan than that.  I have some ideas of my own that you
might not have thought of."

Joey and I spent the entire morning exchanging our ideas, arguing over which
made more sense, and finally decided we simply had to have more information
before we could do anything.

We found that Ron and Jason had left that morning to get Jason ready for the
initiation into the fraternity.  Usually the fraternity only allowed new
members to join during mid-semesters, right after the initiates had endured a
vigorous and intensive bodybuilding program which was run by the fraternity's
upperclassmen. 

Because Jason had been able to continue his bodybuilding while in hiding with
his parents, the fraternity was making an exception for Jason by holding his
initiation rituals the week before classes began.  They apparently had been
impressed by his determination when he proved to the fraternity's higher
council he had surpassed their entry requirements by nearly %50.  And I'm sure
Ron had a hand in getting Jason's entry approved.

Even if I didn't already know there was a ulterior goal behind the fraternity,
it was plain there was something fishy about it.  Anyone accepted into the
fraternity stayed in it until they graduated, their members having the highest
grades and the largest muscles.  Their parties were the best, their sexual
habits were always safe, and no one ever saw a member high on drugs or smoke a
cigarette.  They were too good to be true, but no one seemed to find that
suspicious.

Joey and I had gotten most of this information from Pete, but once he couldn't
tell us anything else, he pointed us to the exact kind of person we were
looking for.

Fredrick Paul Brown, Fred to his friends, Freddie to his loved ones, had just
graduated from Northeast State and happened to be an alumni of Gamma Alpha
Eta, the fraternity which Ron was a member of.  Joey and I couldn't believe
our good fortune of finding that Fred had undergone the same programming Ron
had.  I wasn't able to detect whether his hidden personality was still there
or not, and there was no sign of any overlooked memories, but his mind was
littered with foggy blank areas, and his huge muscular body was probably proof
enough.  No one could get that big without something extraordinary making him
do it.

Fred was friendly enough to talk to us about Gamma Alpha Eta and such, but he
kind of brushed us off after fulfilling his duty to his frat brothers.  His
mind was full of expectations about his new job waiting for him three states
away.  After a few minutes of discussion outside his parents home, Joey
convinced me we had to take him home and see what my dad could make of him.

Twenty minutes later, Fred was packing his suitcase with excitement equal to
landing that job he wasn't starting for another two weeks.  He couldn't
believe his new boss had given him the extra time to go and live with his two
new best friends before moving away and probably never seeing them again.

Joey and I became completely consumed in preparing for our self-assigned
mission.  Surprisingly, my mom and dad didn't even try to talk us out of it
once our intentions became clear.  They spent many hours testing and launching
surprise attacks on the cover personalities Joey and I were constructing.  I
knew they were doing it so they could feel a little more comfortable knowing
that we were a safe behind a mental cloak that even they couldn't penetrate.

The mental cloak that Melissa had taught me was nowhere near as thorough as
her own, but I believe that was because Melissa's cover personality had been
formed over years of growing up in a hostile place, obtaining its own set of
memories which were from real events.

Joey's and my cover personalities were composed of as many real memories as
possible, but because we were only half way through high school, and most of
those memories were inappropriate, we had a lot of trouble filling that area
in with something that felt believable.

We were under a great deal of pressure to get our cover personalities worked
out, forge our enrollment at Northeast State, gather as much information as we
could to help us prepare for college and getting into the fraternity, all
while dealing with the hysterical fits Joey had every night after waking up
from another nightmare.

I barely had time to say goodbye to Holly before she and Tammy left Thursday
for a university in Texas.  I felt so guilty for not spending any more time
with her, but she didn't seem to be upset with me.  I couldn't help feeling
she had lost interest in me, especially the way she just told me to take care
of Midge and left with only a peck on the cheek.

But I didn't have time to dwell on Holly's departure.  Joey had decided it was
time to wake up his mom and dad, and on Friday morning he kissed them both,
hoping they would make faster recoveries than he and Suzi had.

Joey knew the first two or three days were the most important in restoring
them to their former selves.  He believed that because he had gone through the
experience himself, he would have an easier time helping them than any of us.
But once their memories started to come back, Joey was overwhelmed by their
emotional hell, and I spent the whole day Saturday trying to keep him busy
while my mom and Joey's paternal grandparents took over the job.

Sunday was truly a day of hell.  Both high school and college classes started
on Monday, and both of us knew we weren't ready for college, but we had
prepared too much to wait for the following semester.  The idea of going back
to high school seemed completely out of the question, but we simply didn't
feel we had had enough time preparing ourselves for passing off as college
'men'.

Fred ended up being the deciding factor that had us pack our bags that night.
He convinced us we were only feeling what every college freshman felt before
leaving home for school the first time, and that there were always a couple of
guys who looked too young to be in college.

Even the fact that Joey and I only had to shave about once every two weeks
didn't seem to persuade Fred's assurances we were as ready as we could be.  Of
course he didn't know what we had been preparing for.  As far as Fred was
concerned, we were just two really young looking guys who had needed his
assurances and insight about college life.  He didn't know that while he was
telling us everything he remembered from his college experience, my dad was
picking his brain with a small but extremely sharp mental blade.

The things my dad was able to pull from the foggy areas of Fred's memory
convinced Joey that Sarah was alive and a slave at one of the four state
universities.  The first thing my dad pieced together was a memory of one of
Fred's daily visits to a medical laboratory where at least twenty medical
students were working.  

Fred just walked right in, took a form from a bin near the door, wrote his
name, the time, and his student id number on it, then removed his shirt and
looked for the first available station.  The two lab assistants at the station
he picked took Fred's blood pressure and other measurements, then Fred removed
the small pin from his pierced nipple and stood still while one of them
inserted a short needle into the top hole, puncturing the skin inside.

Fred didn't seem to feel anything but a mild tingle as the lab assistant
extracted several cc's of a faintly yellow liquid.  The extraction took
several minutes to complete, and once the assistant seemed satisfied by the
amount, he called the other one over while removing the syringe section,
leaving the needle section stuck in Fred's nipple.

The first assistant took the syringe away while the other returned with
another syringe filled with a clear liquid.  She attached the syringe to the
needle, then proceeded to inject the contents into the same place the other
had come from.  When she finished, the syringe and needle were removed, and
Fred automatically reinserted the sterilized nipple pin, put his shirt on and
left.

Apparently he did this three times a day without having any conscious memory
of doing it, and this seemed to make up the largest portion of the blank spots
in his memory.  

But not all of them.  In fact, the most important piece of information we got
came from a week he couldn't consciously recall living.

A few weeks after his initiation into the fraternity and the programming of
his mind by an unseen person, one of the senior brothers told Fred to meet
some of the other new members outside at 2:00am, and to follow the
instructions given to him by the masked stranger who showed up.

When a woman appeared wearing a black ski mask, she ordered the group to close
their eyes and to put on the blindfolds she passed out.  One by one, they were
led into what felt like a school bus and were told to go to sleep.  He never
knew how long he had been asleep, or how far away he had traveled before
waking up in a hospital like waiting room.

A nurse rolled a cart into the waiting room after he waited patiently in the
room for a good hour.  She passed out a clipboard of forms and a paper grocery
bag to each of the ten young men there, then told them to fill out the forms
and to write their names on the bags before stripping and putting all their
clothes in it.

They followed her orders without question, then once they were all nude, she
led them all down the hall to room filled with physicians.  They were given
physicals, gave blood and urine samples, ran through an assortment of other
tests and scans, then finally were told to lay down on a gurney and were
knocked out by an injection.

Fred woke up finding his right breast burning like a bitch, but having been
ordered to ignore it, he didn't touch it or complain about in the least.  Just
like with Tammy, Fred found himself still nude, in strange unknown
surroundings, and completely committed to please his mistress.

The woman who he and four others pleasured for six exhaustive days was not
someone we had seen before, but it was perfectly obvious that while she was a
telepath, she wasn't talented or even smart enough to perform the kind of
programming we had been finding.  In fact, she appeared to be a spoiled brat
who didn't want to do any of the work to obtain what she wanted.  It was clear
she was dependant on someone else's skill and generosity, sometimes mentioning
what she was going to ask for next.

Each day they were run through the same routine, waking up in the hospital,
being run through the battery of tests like cattle, then getting knocked out
just to wake up with their breast feeling like it was on fire.  But with the
wild and frenzied sex they had after they woke, Fred didn't seem to notice it
all that much.

When Fred's mistress would get tired of the five men's attentions, she would
entertain herself by having them wrestle and eventually fuck each other.  Fred
had never considered sex with another man before, but the moment his mistress
said so, he desired nothing else.

Fred woke up once hearing an unfamiliar voice talking to his mistress.  He
only caught a glance of the other woman before Fred was told to go back to
sleep.  Even though he didn't get a good look at her, both Joey and I swore it
looked like an older version of the girl who had met Joey's dad with the man
we were looking for.  

So that was when we knew we were on the right track.

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

And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in 
_The Book_'s Universe are also available at:
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Rass_Senip/

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