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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 13 - Party Animals and Party Poopers
(mf oral)

Getting invited to a Gamma Alpha Eta fraternity party was one of the most
talked about, most bragged about, most lied about topic in the dorms.  Anyone
who said they had been invited but decided not to go were either considered
liars or idiots, usually both.  While the Eta's were notorious for never
getting beyond a slight buzz, the guests didn't have any of the restrictions
of how much they could drink, eat, or for that matter, have sex, which
surprisingly didn't seem to cause that big of a problem when it did occur.

So an invitation to a Gamma Alpha Eta party was a highly sought honor.  They
had seven different beers on tap at each of their three fully stocked real
marble countertop bars.  They had hot tubs, steam rooms, an indoor pool, six
billiards tables, a mud wrestling ring, lots of good looking women... in other
words, except for the heavy alcohol presence, it was just like home.

But none of these things were the reason for Joey's and my excitement for
going.  Everything we had learned from Fred told us that we would definitely
be under the scrutiny of at least one telepath if not more.

Fred could only access part of the memory of his first party.  While my dad
hadn't been able take the time in piecing the missing parts back together, he
had pulled out a few fragments, and after figuring out what those mere
instances had implied, we were now depending on the assumptions we had made
from them to be typical for a initiate's first Eta party experience.

For sure, this would be the point where we would have to keep our cloak
personalities in control at all times.  Not once had Joey or I detected
someone scanning us since arriving on campus, but if we were ever going to be
scanned, it would be at that party.

In fact, Joey and I both expected that we would be altered after we were
scanned if the telepath accepted us as worthy initiates.  We weren't sure of
what all they would do, but we knew that during the party, Fred suddenly had
the overwhelming impulse to have his right ear pierced, just like all the
initiates who would later become Eta's had.

As the four of us walked into the Gamma Alpha Eta house through the front door
for the first time, we seemed to have the same hope that it not being the
last.  While we had come just a tad early, nobody seemed to mind, and a few of
the Eta's who had noticed us at the information session actually congratulated
us for our persistence and welcomed us to their home.

Joey and I simply sat back and let our cover-selves do all the talking and
driving, but we weren't taking it easy by any means.  Since we expected the
telepath to be a woman, we kept close tabs on every female who even glanced at
us, and we found there was a lot of that going on because of our age.

Because of the party, there were no workouts scheduled that day.  The party
was officially stated to end at midnight, but everyone knew that it generally
ran until dawn.

Greg had actually taken my comments about his tight jeans to heart.  Before
leaving for the party, he went to change his jeans.  What I hadn't suspected
was that instead of putting a larger pair on, he actually found some that were
even tighter than the ones he had on first.  I broke out laughing when he came
out.  They were so tight you could see where his underwear started and
stopped, and I couldn't resist pointing out his "panty lines" to the rest of
the guys.

Oh, but Greg fixed that problem really easy, and that was probably the reason
that, to his and our chagrin, he was the first to be asked to dance.  And by a
hot looking Latino girl at that.  I wondered if she knew he didn't have any
underwear on.  And after getting a better look at her a little bit later, I
wondered if he knew that she didn't either.

The red head who I danced with was one of those girls who was either talking a
mile a minute or stood there chewing her gum with an absent minded look.
Okay, so she didn't do either while she danced, and she was a pretty good
dancer.  I especially liked the way her tits bounced in synchrony with her
bobbing head in the faster dances.  As I always say, there's nothing like a
red head with a nice pair of freely bouncing tits.  

Grrrrrooowwll.  I especially love 'em when they're full of her baby's milk.
Excuse me.  Time for this father to sample a certain red head's milk through
my baby daughter's taste buds.  Yummy, Yummy, for your Timmy.. Heh.

Where was I... Oh, the red head at the party..  I guess I must have been too
young for her, since while I had been getting us some drinks, she had found
someone else to blabber on to and was bouncing her tits and head for him when
I got back.  That was a pity, too.  I mean, if there is one thing I really
liked about girls who chewed gum all the time, it's the way they can french
kiss.  Not only do they always taste fruity or minty fresh, their tongue can
be quite a challenge when you're tongue wresting.

The dance floor was getting pretty crowded by the time I had drained both
glasses while looking for someone else to dance with, so my cover-self decided
to move on and explore some of the other rooms open for the party.

I checked out the billiard room, then wandered by the pool and hot tubs.
While none of them were very crowded, my cover-self didn't care to try them
out yet, and so we (as in me and my cover-self) went to check out the room I
probably had the most interest in anyway.  The moment I saw the two Eta's
trying to stay on their feet in the mud rink, I knew I had found my true
calling.

"You know, it might help if you guys stop trying to stand up in it right away.
If you stay on your knees and use your toes to help you maneuver, you'll start
getting the feel of how to get traction while still being able wrestle."

"What the fuck do you know about mud wrestling, tiny?" one of the mud covered
muscle men said right before losing his balance and causing both of them to
land on their ass in the mud.

"More than the pair of you two know, that's for sure.  No, don't go over to
the edges to stand up.  If you're gonna stand up, do it in the middle where
the floor doesn't slope up.  Shit.  Don't you know anything?"

"Why don't you come in here and show us how to do it then, wise ass?"  the
other one said, actually keeping his balance as he stepped forward towards me.

"Thought you never ask," I said, setting my bag down and pulling out my
mud-shorts to show them.  "Where can I change?"

"Right over there," the first one said pointing to a door after knocking the
other guy off his feet with a humorous grin.

As I passed through the door, I heard the other guy take out his revenge, and
I knew by the time I got out there, they would be covered with the stuff from
head to toe.

I lost no time changing into my biker/mud-wrestling shorts, and once all my
other clothes were wrapped around my bottle of grain alcohol inside my bag, I
stuffed it all into one of the cubby holes and padded barefooted back out to
the rink.

To my dismay, the two guys were already getting out.  But when I saw their
replacements, I let out a "Yeehaa!" and dived right in besides the two busty
blondes.

"Howdy, girls," I said after wiping the mud from my eyes.  "The names slippery
Tim.  How abouts we have a little wrestling match."

"My my.." The larger of the two said in a teasing tone.  "The Eta's must be
getting awfully desperate to let someone as stupid and small as this in."

"All right, little man," the other one said in a more threatening tone.  "I
hope you like the taste of mud, cause you're gonna be tasting a lot of it."

"Oops!" I said, flicking the mud from my hands onto their clean chests. "I
think I got you a little dirty."

They just looked at each other, then in a flash of movement, I suddenly found
myself face down in the mud while hands grasped my limbs in attempts to pin
me.

But just like I had introduced myself as, I slipped out of the grasp and
returned the favor by slipping between the smaller one's legs, immediately
forcing them further and further apart.  I got out of the way just in time for
her to fall forward, but I was disappointed to find she had managed to catch
herself with her hands.

I was just about to check what the other one was doing when I found out the
hard way.  She managed to get a good hold of my right arm before throwing her
weight towards knocking me off my knees.  But instead of fighting it, I went
with one of her shoves, and after a roll in the mud, I managed to pull her all
the way down with the satisfaction of knowing she had tasted the mud herself.

"Lindsey!" she spouted to the smaller woman.  "Looks like we have a little
snake in the mud."

"Do you know what we do to snakes when we catch 'em?" Lindsey growled, slowly
circling me to trap me between the two of them.

"What?" I said grinning before diving for the far side of the ring.

Apparently they had been expecting that, for the next thing I knew, I was
grabbed from behind and flipped onto my back, the worse position to get in
while wrestling in slippery mud.

"First, we immobilize them," the larger one said as she pinned my upper arms
down from above me, making me unable to do anything but flop my lower arms up
and down uselessly.

Just as I started to find a grip with my toes, Lindsey inserted her body
between my legs, making my legs spread apart to where I lost any chance of
getting some leverage.

"Then we test their soft underbelly for weaknesses," Lindsey continued before
running her long finger nails up my belly and chest.

"Hey Tim!" Joey called from the side of the rink.  "You need any help in
there?"

"Nah!  I can still wiggle out of this," I said, not sure of my words.

"Ah, ah, ahhhh!" Lindsey said, waving her finger back and forth in front of my
face.  "Not before we finish.  Where were we Janice?"

"You were about to tell him what you do to his head," Janice said, smiling
evilly at me.

"My head?" I said, frowning.  I was trying to imagine what, apart from making
me eat mud, what they could do to my head.

"Everyone knows the way to take care of a snake in the mud is to grab it by
its head," Lindsey said as she felt around my shorts and clasped her thumb and
index finger around my dick's crown.

"And snap its neck!" they both cried as I started to panic.

"INCOMING!!!" Joey screamed as he tackled Lindsey and shoved her face down
into the mud.

"Why you little.." Janice sputtered as I finally managed to pull my legs out
from under Joey's and Lindsey's struggling thighs.

Even though Janice saw my legs followed by my torso rising into the air
towards her, she couldn't get a good enough grip in the mud to get away before
my legs rapped themselves around her neck.

"You know what?" I gasped to Joey as he finally got Lindsey onto her back and
started working towards pinning her arms down.

"What?" Joey gasped out, somehow avoiding Lindsey's mud covered hand from
entering his mouth.

"Maybe I am a snake," I said while Janice lost her grip on my upper arms and I
reached up and grabbed hers.

With a deep growl, I rolled myself into a sitting position, pulling Janice
forward, flipping her onto her back with my legs still around her neck.

I quickly dived forward and pinned her down with my crotch against her
cushiony chest, then enjoyed the sensations of her struggles massaging my
hardening dick as we waited for the now massive crowd to declare us our
victory.

When the call was made, I rolled off and stood up with Joey, clasping our
hands together and raising them into the air like the champions we were.

"Thanks for coming to the rescue, Joe," I said over the crowd's noisy cheers.

"Just returning the favor," Joey replied.

I caught sight of Janice rubbing her neck, and once Joey and I got our fill of
being the hams for public attention that we were, I went over to her and
asked, "Are you all right?"

"NO.  I'm not, you fuck head," she spat.  

But then she grinned a wiry smile and said, "My ego is bruised all to hell...
but I'll live."

"Heh.  For a second, you had me worried," I said, absentmindedly pulling my
shorts up so my softened cock would slide back down.

"Well, if anything, I take back what I said about you."

"What, that I'm a snake?  I kinda liked.."

"No," she said, letting her wrist rub across my crotch a few times.  "About
you being small and stupid."

"Huuhh, huuhuhuuhh," I said in a doofus way while noticing how her nipples
were hardening like my cock was start to do.

Unfortunately, that made her laugh, and she was one of those people who give
you a powerful slap on the back when she laughs. 

"I guess she showed you," Joey said as I spit out a mouth full of watery mud.

"Next time I want to mud wrestle two women alone," I said, wiping the mud from
my eyes again.  "Just shove a handful of mud in my mouth so I'll remember why
I don't want to, okay?"

"You can count on it," Joey said, meaning every word of it.

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"..and just leave the towels and stuff in the basket over there," Larry said,
holding the door open for us with his massive dark skinned arm and pointing to
the far corner of the shower room.

"Right.  Thanks Larry," Joey said.

"Yeah, thanks a lot Larry," I echoed, wondering how much he got to sample the
sexy black ass of the girl he had been with.  Man, was I ever missing
Melissa's gorgeous ass right then.

We set our stuff down on the counter and I got a good look at myself in the
mirror.

"Shit.  I look like a chubby little kid."

"Hey, unless you want to have me all over you in the shower, don't talk about
how you look.  I'm having a hard enough time as it is," Joey said, taking his
cloth and walking over to the shower nozzles.

"What the.." Joey said before I heard the water come on.

"What's the matter?" I said, grabbing my own cloth and heading for the
opposite end of the showers.

"You'll figure it out," he said mysteriously.

When I grabbed the stainless steel knob and pulled, it didn't budge.  So I
tried turning it, but the thing just spun freely without any significant
resistance, and no water came out.

"How do you," I said, moving closer to the knob to get a better look at it.
"What does it say?  Oh.. Push," I said as I did so, being rewarded with a
blast of cold water directly in my face.

By the time I finished sputtering and cussing the thing out, the water was at
a decent temperature, so I rinsed myself down real good before slipping my
shorts off and wringing them out a few times.

I was in the middle of soaping up when suddenly my cover-self stopped and
straightened up.  I was just noticing something was wrong when I heard a
familiar voice call my name.

Without any hesitation, I found myself turning around and walking, catching a
glimpse of Joey standing at attention with an absent look on his face.

Mike, the leader of the frat house, looked away from Joey towards me, then
called over his shoulder, "You can come in now."

As I pulled to a halt in front of him, Janice and Lindsey walked in, still in
their muddy clothes, but obviously had toweled themselves off good.

"Yeah.  That's the one," Janice said, pointing to me.  "And then that one..."
she stopped, her gaze locked on Joey with a look of surprise.

"What?  Do you know him?" Mike asked.

"No..  It's just that... Well, look at him.  Who does he remind you of?"

"I don't...  Huh.  Yeah, he does look a little familiar.  I can't place it
though..."

She walked up to Joey and proceeded to comb his hair with her fingernails.
After she accepted Mike's comb and finished the job, she stood back and said,
"There.  How's that?"

"Shit," he said looking at the little boy haircut she had combed Joey's wet
hair into.  It look strikingly like what Joey's hair had looked like back when
we were in the third or fourth grade.

"The nose and eyes are all wrong, but..  Yeah, I see what you mean.  He looks
like Doc's kid," Mike admitted.

"And he single handedly pinned Lindsey down while that one managed to reverse
the hold I had on him and pinned me.  So how about it?  Are they in?"

"What's your names?" Mike asked us.

"Joe Thomas."

"Tim Brandon."

"I'm not sure, Janice, but I think I remember seeing these two's blood work
results.   I'm having Batemen look up their files now, but if I remember
right, their hormone levels aren't right."

"Oh.  So?  They don't have to be given the treatment right away, do they?"

For the first time, I felt some heavy probing of my cover-self's mind, then
realized it was Janice doing it.

"And if anything else," she continued as she probed, "Richardson could play
with them.  They've fool around with each other enough."

"Janice, you know what the Doc would say to that.  And just look at them.
Even if we took them now, who knows how long it would be before their
chemistry settles down enough for them to be useful to us.  We might be
waiting another year before their hormones go within the acceptable range.  We
can only take twenty new members this semester, and there are almost forty
guys with the right hormone levels trying to get in.  And Batemen just found
their files.  They definitely are not even close to the right levels.  They
must both be having a late puberty."

"Oh well.  Its not like I don't have enough toys to play with, right Lindsey?"

"Yes, Janice," Lindsey said sweetly.  "Are we going to go back and play with
the boys now?"

"In a minute," Janice said, walking up to me while commanding my dick to grow
hard.

"You're not going to fuck him, are you?" Mike said, leaning back against the
counter and crossing his arms.

"No, I'm not going to fuck him," Janice spat back.  "I'm just..  looking.  He
had some really good moves out there.  And he is kind of cute, in a boyish
way," she said while slowly masturbating me.

She kept probing into my cover-self's memories as she stood there jerking me
off slowly and staring into my face.  I was starting to breathe harder from my
body's arousal, and I wasn't sure but I thought she was too a little.

"Would you mind if I borrowed Lindsey from you for a minute?" Mike said after
a few minutes of remaining silent.

"Go ahead," Janice said, grinning to herself.  "Just make sure you put her
back the way you found her when you're done."

"I always do, don't I?" he said as Lindsey scurried over to him.

"All except that one time," she said, feeling my right ass cheek with her left
hand.

"You'll never let me forget that, will you.  How did I know she was your best
friend?  Hell, if I hadn't turned her into my suck hound, you and I would have
never met."

"Mike," she said, frowning, letting me go and turning around.  "I've been
meaning to ask you..."

"What?" he said softly as Lindsey's head bobbed back and forth with his dick
in her mouth.

"Well, before you took me to the Doc and I joined the group, how come you
didn't make me into your plaything like I was going to do to you?"

"Come 'ere," he said, gently pushing Lindsey away from him and offering his
arms out to Janice.

Janice hurried up to him, then they gave each other a big hug. 

"I was going to, but after I broke through your defenses and took your will
away, I found something in your mind that I recognized."

"What was that?" she said looking up at him with the eyes of a doe.

"The same thing I had been feeling for the three years since Doc taught me how
to use my mind to control others."

"What?  Come on Mike.  Tell me, please?"

He must have told her telepathically, because the next sound I heard was their
kissing.  They kissed for several minutes before the noise of the party
brought their attention back to the real world.  And then it still took them a
few minutes to stop giving each other little kisses as they obviously
communicated through their thoughts and body motions.

"Here, baby," Janice said lovingly as Lindsey moved back over to take his cock
in her mouth.  "You let her do her thing, while I go do mine, then we'll let
them go, okay?"

His response wasn't audible, but I concluded he agreed with her since she came
back over to me and my still raging hard on.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, Tim.  I forgot to turn that off.  I guess I'll just have to
finish what I started," she said, kneeling.

"Janice..  I have to tell you something," Mike said uncertainly.

"Wha?" Janice replied with her mouth full of my cock.

"Well, I didn't exactly..  Shit.  You didn't used to like sucking cock like
that before we met.  I'm sorry."

She pulled her mouth off my dick and said, "That's okay.  I already knew that.
I figured it was the penalty of losing the battle.  Besides, Doc took it out
after you left me with her."

"She did?  You mean all this time I've been worried..."

"Mmmh-hhmm," she said, not stopping her rapid tonguing of my dick's underside
while it surged in her mouth.

"Shit," he said as he started humping Lindsey's mouth.

Through Janice's manipulation of my body's senses, it wasn't long before I
felt my hot spunk surge into her mouth which she let overflow, then spat out
the rest.  My body's senses where overloaded a moment by the stimulus she was
pumping into my nervous system, but when my surroundings came back into focus,
I found Joey standing right next to me.

While Joey's breathing got louder, I heard Mike groan with pleasure as his
humps became jerky, then stopped.  I could see him out of the corner of my eye
standing against the wall, watching Janice blow Joey's tool while Lindsey
tenderly cleaned every trace of cum from his dick.  

After Joey's shutters and shakes ended, he said, "Harrison was right about
you."

"What did he say about me?" Janice asked surprised.

"That once you were around us that you would adapt and fit in.  A year ago you
would have slapped me for asking to borrow your best friend.  Hell, a year
ago, Lindsey still had a will of her own.  Now she's just like the rest of
them.  Happy servants, willing and waiting to do what ever we ask.  Doesn't
that.. bother you?"

"Not really.  I mean, since I met you and Doc, I've found a purpose in life,
and people who are like me.  I guess I don't see Lindsey the same way as I
used to.  I used to depend on her, but now..  Now I depend on you and the
others.  Which reminds me.  With there being ten of us, why are we still being
so careful about covering up our presence all the time?"

"I thought Doc told you..  Oh well.  It's no secret.  Before joining us,
Richardson ran across one of Denise's play things and actually managed to take
her, Doc, and Gina over before coming after Harrison.  If Harrison hadn't been
stronger than all four of them together, who knows what could have happened.
That's why I got into so much trouble when you came after me.  I was supposed
to have scrambled Lindsey's memories, but forgot.  If you had been able to
beat me, and we managed to pick the others off one by one, I doubt even
Harrison could stop all eight of us."

"Does it bother you that Doc made you get the treatment to punish you?" she
asked hesitantly.

"Nah.  I mean, sure it's inconvenient having to go to the milkers three times
a day.  But in a way, I feel like I'm really an Gamma Alpha Eta now."

"Besides," he added as he had Lindsey stand up.  "If I hadn't screwed up with
Lindsey, we might have never met."

"Oh, I don't know about that," she said with a grin.  "I was planning to
borrow a couple of your boys right before I found Lindsey's one nighter with
you.  But I'm still glad of how things turned out.

"And speaking of scrambling memories.." she said, turning her attention to
Joey.  

"Want me to do the other one?" he offered.

She nodded, and a moment later I felt his mind attacking my
cloak-personality's memories of what had gone on in the shower since they had
entered.

I found myself walking back over to the shower, then after my right hand
pushed for the water to turn back on, I carefully examined the self removing
commands he had inserted into my cover-self's mind. 

"You ready?" he asked.

Fascinated by how my cover-self's mind had instantly deleted his words from
its memory, I almost didn't listen to her response.

"Not yet.  I'm still getting the hang of it, you know.  Shit.  Mike?  Not that
I want to, but why isn't anyone worried that one of us would suddenly decide
to take everyone else over after joining the group?"

"That's easy.  We've all been programmed not to.  Even Doc."

"Doc?  Are you sure?  I mean, Harrison trusts her even more than Denise, and
she's his sister.  And wasn't it Doc who asked him to marry her, not the other
way around?"

"I'm sure, and yeah, Doc asked him.  Are you done yet?  We've already spent
too much time with these two.  We have a lot more of them to check out, you
know."

"Then help me with this last bit.  I can't.. Oh.  Okay never mind.  Its
working," she said.

As the three of them were walking out, I heard Janice say, "I still hope
they'll be able to get in next semester.  I think Doc would get a kick out of
the one that looks like her kid."

"Don't count on it.  We don't recruit after their freshman year and I
doubt..."

The rest of their words were lost to the background sounds of the party.  My
cover personality suddenly jerked into motion, and I found myself finishing my
shower as if nothing had happened.

I waited for Joey to send something over the link about what they had said,
but the link never surged as we got dressed and headed back out to the party.
When I finally sent "What do you think?", his response came back a
surprisingly "No."

We split up after that, Joey wanting to try his poker skills while my
cover-self went to watch the wrestling again.  I spent a good two hours
cheering Janice and Lindsey on as they reclaimed their honor with five
consecutive wins.  I felt my cover-self strangely relaxed talking to Janice.
It was if my cover-self somehow knew she had given me a blow job, or maybe it
was just her warm looks towards me.

Janice and Lindsey called it quits when their sixth match was called a draw.
I was sorry to see them go, but actually found the following matches more
entertaining since the contestants were more evenly matched.

I was so involved in the matches that I never noticed when the share link
dissolved.  It wasn't until I wanted to tell Joey they were going to start
having tag team matches that I realized he was gone.

After fretting for nearly twenty minutes as my cover-self kept watching the
match, I finally took control and went to look for him.

I avoided the billiard room since that's were Mike was, but after searching
every room but that one, I finally risked going into the wolf's den.

I nearly missed Joey all together, only noticing him sitting in the corner
because the bottle he was drinking from reflected some light and caught my
eye. 

He wasn't alone, either.  My jaw nearly hit the floor as I realized the large
body underneath him was Alicia's, and that he was doing more than just french
kissing her.  His hands were fondling her breasts through her shirt while his
crotch dug into hers in slow rhythmic motions, helped along by her hands
squeezing his ass.

I glanced over at Mike to find his attention was on another initiate as they
played a game of eight ball.  He didn't seem to have noticed Joey's state, and
I hoped it stayed that way.

As I approached them, I felt Joey's lust building up steadily just like right
before he would lose control and force himself on me.  And then to my horror,
I felt it reach the breaking point again and watched in shock as Alicia's
hands began frantically trying to push his pants down.

I was knocked out of my shock when I heard Alicia quietly moan, "Yes, master.
Fuck me, master," and I immediately grabbed Joey's right shoulder and forced
him to roll off of her.

His face became filled with anger, and as I carefully risked scanning the
commands in Alicia's mind, I suddenly found Joey attacking mine.

My own anger surged a moment from what I had found in Alicia's mind and Joey's
assault, surprisingly causing me to strike out at him with my fist instead of
my mind.  Joey's attack stopped a moment after my fist slammed into the side
of his head, knocking him out cold while sending a flash of pain through my
hand.

As I cursed and cradled my damaged hand, my attention was momentarily diverted
by Alicia's desperate pleas for her master to fuck her.  Out of panic, I put
her out with a sleep command, then turned to check on Mike.

Thankfully, Mike was busy with other matters, and I sighed with relief when he
left the room for some reason.  My hand reminded me of its injury at that
point, and so I sank down next to the other two and tried to figure out what
to do next while babying my hand.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt something calling me.  As I cleaned
up the mess Joey had made of Alicia's mind, the call kept growing louder.

After programming Alicia to wake up after we left, using some of the commands
I had picked up from Mike's programming of my cover-self's mind, I suddenly
knew what the call was, and locked my eyes on the half drank bottle of Jack
Daniel's still standing upright next to Alicia's unconscious form.

I don't know what came over me at that point.  I found myself reaching out
with a shaky hand and grabbing the bottle by its neck.  I struggled against my
desire to immediately escaping the problems of the real world.  I simply
needed.. no. Deserved a short break from reality, and I knew that the bottle
in my hand was my ticket out.

I scrambled over to grab the cap, then after I put it on good and tight, I
tucked the bottle in my bag next to the other one.  I almost broke down to try
some right then and there, but I held it off by telling myself I could go back
to the dorm and lock myself in there for the night without anyone bothering
me.

Almost as an afterthought, I commanded Joey that after he woke up to go home
with Greg and sleep in Austin's bed for the night.  I added a few commands to
ensure he wouldn't give himself away or do anything else stupid like he
already had that night and in the past, then left the two laying there, both
looking as if they had had too much to drink.

As I carefully poured a good fourth of the grain alcohol into the half empty
bottle of Jack Daniel's, I inserted safety commands into my own mind to
prevent me from using my telepathy or leaving the room unless it was an
emergency while I was wasted.  

After stripping my clothes off and getting in my bunk, I laid there a whole
five minutes taking swigs from the bottle before I considered I might get sick
while I was drunk.  After a few minutes of consideration, I slipped my clothes
back on and went to borrow one of the spare barfing buckets Lenny stored in
his room for Kirk.  

Drowning my worries and fears as I slipped into a state of drunken bliss, I
imagined all sorts of scenarios for the near future.  I discovered the
depression that had caused Joey to break the link and get drunk, finding the
thought of us spending two whole semesters in hopes our blood chemistry would
meet their requirements in time being too much to ask of us.  He was torn
between finding his sister to free her from the likes of Janice and "the Doc,"
and going back to whatever he has left of his own life, something he was
finding he really needed to do.

Of course this was nothing in comparison to the things I found Joey had done
the past two weeks behind my back.  But one of the things I had programmed
myself for was not to even think of Joey's betrayal and his purely criminal
actions.  But somehow in my depression there was that knowledge that I would
have to deal with something horrible the next morning, and that it wasn't
going to go away for a long time if ever.  

My drunken mind was filled with all of Joey's problems, how they were weighing
him down and pulling me down with him, finding that both of us already were
feeling how trapped we truly were.  I recalled my displeasure of realizing I
had learned to find the odor and taste of Joey's asshole to be arousing, even
erotic.  In fact I had been denying the fact that I had grown to enjoy the sex
Joey and I had been having the past month.

Joey's sexual perversions had become my own.  From that realization I stopped
thinking about Joey's problems and concentrated on the self pity I was quickly
filling myself up with.

After the commands I had inserted into my mind stopped me from smashing the
bottle and using it to end my life, I laid there for an unknown period of
time, thinking how badly I wanted to die.

At some point I fell asleep, and I didn't stir until someone slammed a door
the next afternoon.  I woke to a splitting headache, a swollen fist, and a
whole new set of problems and worries to deal with.

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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 14 - Joey's Darkest Hour
(no sex)

Joey had lied.  Joey had deceived me.  Joey had taken advantage of my trust
and my love.  Joey had endangered his own quest for his sister in pleasing his
own selfish sexual whims and cravings.

These thoughts kept spinning around my head as I swallowed the aspirin and
started getting dressed.

Joey couldn't be trusted.  Joey was a danger to himself, and to me, while we
are here undercover.  Either I quit and go home or..

"Shit," I gasped painfully when my swollen knuckles accidentally slapped
against the wooden frame of our bunk beds.

I wanted to cry, but somehow I kept myself from starting, knowing I needed to
have my hand looked at and then deal with Joey's betrayal.

As I made my way towards the medical center, I went over the things Joey had
been doing behind my back with the powers I had shared with him.

Ever since the afternoon Alicia had seduced him, Joey had been building up his
anger over her using him on her quest for stealing the innocence from young
innocent looking guys.  He desired to get even with her by stealing her own
innocence, and had looked for a way to achieve it.

Now I understood his sudden desire to play poker again.  After playing Nick
and Lenny a few times the week after he started classes, Joey had refused to
join in until suddenly he was all for it and somehow talked me into playing
too.  I realized that Joey was in fact practicing his mental and emotional
"poker face" in order to conceal the truth from me like he had done before,
and his strategy worked since even my empathic senses had been fooled by his
cool calm poker face.

About two weeks after I had relented to let him satisfy his sexual cravings on
me, Joey gave in to his other cravings for revenge and lust, and on the second
Thursday before the party, on the day of the week he only had one class, he
sought Alicia out and raped her.  And after he had taken more than just his
revenge out on her, he installed his own version of my dad's slave program and
had repeatedly raped her again over the past two weeks. 

Alicia was only one of five girls which Joey had raped and installed his slave
program in.  One of his modifications automatically hid the rape events from
their normal conscious selves, allowing him to rape and re-rape the same girl
without losing the... "satisfaction" he got from raping a girl for the first
time.  So during the period that I was becoming used to the sex he had us do,
Joey was exploring even darker sides of his sexual pallet, going far beyond
the perversions I thought he could ever possibly have.

What I had considered some of the worst aspects of Steven's Joseph had somehow
leaked into becoming a part of my Joey.  It was a strange merger, but the Joey
I knew and loved was still inside him, rationalizing everything he did with
the knowledge that his victims didn't know it happened, and so it didn't
change their personal lives.

That was the same logic he had used when he had enslaved the girls at his
cousin's school.  He took thirteen girls' virginities that night (not fifty
like he had said), but because they didn't remember it happening later, they
still believed they were virgins and lived exactly the way they would have if
he hadn't touched them.

But he didn't follow that logic when he made some of those girls desire him
whenever he scratched himself in their presence.  And Joey didn't have the
experience I had to program a person's mind to trigger from a simple act.
Joey's programming probably would have side effects, the least of which would
be the releasing of their sexual desires whenever ANY guy scratched themselves
and they witness it.

The one thing I did find relieving was the fact that he never had anyone eat
his shit like he had exclaimed wanting Alicia to do.  And while Joey did very
much get off on the concepts of controlling people, he never applied it to the
people he cared about, only strangers or someone who he felt had wronged him.
That is  with one very important exception: me.

His feelings for me were a completely different than for anyone else.  Even
before Steven had gotten a hold of him, Joey had been feeling a special
attraction for me and me alone.  I had openly shared my abilities with him,
and this he was always grateful for.  But Joey had a independent nature that
resented having to follow my rules.  This caused a conflict within him, and it
was this and his love that eventually caused his attraction to me personally.

Subconsciously he wished to extend our special relationship through the sex
which we had shared with each other.  Part of him wanted to give back what I
shared with him, and part of him wanted to secure our relationship so I would
continue sharing my abilities with him.  It was greed and love compromising
for sex, and even Steven's meddling hadn't tipped the scales in their
struggle.  While Steven's ways may have had corrupted his sexual appetite, my
sacrifices for his happiness had strengthened his loving feelings for me.

But I had no reason or explanation for the thing that hurt me the most.  The
one thing Joey had been plotting and gathering information about doing.  The
one thing that was the ultimate betrayal.  The one thing which had made me
limit my choices down to two things.

While the nurse x-rayed my hand, I defined those two choices in my mind.  I
could either refuse to share my abilities with him ever again, literally
abandoning him and his quest for his sister, or do the thing I had sworn I'd
never do to anyone I cared about.  To alter his mind and make him into
something else other than the person he truly was.  To make Joey believe in
the things I did so I could trust him like I once had.

While I waited for the doctor to see me, I made a list in my head of the
things I would have to change about Joey, but after the list grew too long I
threw it out and tried it again.  After a third try failed, I reconsidered my
requirements, but then found a different answer than what I had been looking
for.

I walked back to the dorms after receiving nothing more than a bill and
instructions to keep an ice pack on my hand until the swelling subsides.  But
all in all I felt better.  I knew what I had to do, even though it still meant
doing something I didn't want to, but the weight of the decision about which
of the two choices I would do was no longer on my shoulders.  Or so I
believed.

When I got back to the room, I wasn't surprise to find Joey there waiting
since I had programmed that the night before.  But the anger he was feeling
did surprise me, for I felt I had been the one betrayed.

"You son of bitch!  You just couldn't trust me, could you?  You had to
interfere with my life.  MY SLAVES!  You won't let me have ANYTHING of my
own!" he screamed as soon as I walked in.

"Fuck you, Joey.  I did trust you.  And you used me.  You deliberately
deceived me.  You...  used me." I said ending in a whisper.

"The hell I did," he said only slightly louder than his normal speaking voice.

"I came here to help you find your sister.  I shared everything I had with
you.  When you couldn't control you own sex drive, I GAVE MYSELF to you to USE
as your PLAYTHING!  But even that wasn't enough, was it Joey.  Even after you
got me used to licking your FUCKING ass every GOD DAMN NIGHT, you went and
started RAPING girls?!  BUT WHAT REALLY TOPS IT ALL IS THAT YOU PLANNED TO
ENSLAVE ME! ME!  THE ONLY FUCKING PERSON WHO WOULD <GAG> WHO WOULD HAVE GIVEN
UP HIS <CHOKE> IMMORTAL SOUL FOR YOURS!"

The silence after my screaming at the top of my lungs was absolute.  Joey was
white from my revelation of his plans and actions, and the people in the
nearby rooms had all heard my words and were probably trying to make sense of
them while waiting for more.

Joey wilted into the chair he had been in when I had arrived, and while
looking down at the floor he said, "I still love you."

"BULL SHIT!" I said with ever ounce of my being.

"God, what have I done?" he said, running his hands up his face and through
his hair.

I was physically, mentally, and emotionally ready to counter anything he said,
felt, or did that might persuade me against doing what I had to do.

"You've signed your own fate, that's what you've done" I said in a steady
voice.

"What does that mean?" he said looking up with the first sign of real fear.

"You have two choices to choose from," I said while looking him dead in the
eyes.  "I either leave here, never to return, and never ever form a share link
with you again."

"Or?"

"Or," I hesitated, feeling his anger starting to return again.  "Or I alter
your mind to where I can trust you would never abuse my powers agai.."

"WHAT!!" Joey screamed, cutting me off.  "You want to make ME into you fucking
PET?"

"Not a pet.  Just return you to.."

"NO FUCKING WAY!  AND YOU'RE NOT FUCKING BACKING OUT ON ME NOW!" he said
getting up and rushing me.

In the few moments I had before his hands reached my throat, I saw it in his
eyes.  Not the thirst of blood or murder, but the thirst for power.  

That terrified me even more than death possibly could.  To me the thirst for
power was the evil of evils, the ultimate enemy, my own personal devil.  And
it was in complete control of Joey, possessing him like the evil demon it was.

The instant his hands wrapped around my throat, I understood what he was going
to do.  Instead of trying to kill me, he was going to force me to share link
with him, then before I could recover my wits, he would enslave me totally and
completely to protect his power's source.

Joey was probably as ready as he ever could be to attempt such a feat.  It had
been my own idea to help Joey develop some kind of mental barrier that would
withstand my own attempts to control him.  Of course that was for the case I
had been somehow tricked and been taken over.  So even without the share link,
Joey was confident I couldn't stop him through my telepathy, and he knew his
anger was so great that I couldn't use my empathic powers on him without
risking my sanity again.

But neither Joey or I ever considered how strong my abilities actually had
become from straining them as Steven's prisoner or from using the telepathic
amplifying drug.  My desperation and fright as I felt myself losing my grip on
reality caused me to surge every bit of my telepathic ability into penetrating
his shield, making the pair of us cry out in pain as our brains felt their
telepathic centers overload from their strain.

The headache I had woken up with earlier was nothing like the one I had now.
It wasn't quite as bad as when Suzi, Joey and I had our first three way, but
there was no way I could carry out any of the programming I had to do on my
ex-best friend.

Through the fire ravaging my brain, an image of the handcuffs I had brought
flashed in my head.  I stumbled over to my wardrobe and dug through the box I
had put them in, pulling them out with a jerk.

If the situation had been different, it would have been funny handcuffing Joey
to the four inch thick square beam of the bunk bed frame he had helped design.
Even the handcuffs had been a gift from him.  A sort of joke after our close
call with the police when we rescued Suzi from Michael's stolen van.

I awoke to the sounds of the bunk beds hitting the floor.  I had fallen asleep
by the door, just so I was out of reach of Joey's traitorous hands.  The room
was lit only by the flood lights from outside, but my eyes immediately found
his by following the sensation of pure hatred to its source.

"If you alter a single GOD DAMN THOUGHT in my head, sooner or later I'll get
around it and then I'll come after you with everything I GOT!"

"I believe you, Jo... Joseph.  That's the first thing you've said today that I
can really believe."

"Then don't do it.  Let me go and help me find Sarah.  I promise you I won't
mistreat you.  I love you, Tim.  For whatever that's worth, I really do love
you.  I know you can't understand this, but that's why I wanted to trick you.
I wanted to make you see how much easier it is if you just make them the way
you want and make them happy to be that way.  That's all anyone wants, right?
To be happy?"

"No it isn't.  Everyone has the right to make themselves miserable.  You just
don't get it, do you Joey.  You don't want me to alter you, and I don't want
you to alter me.  Now one of us has to alter the other, and I've chosen myself
to be the one miserable while making you happy again."

"But I.." he said just before I began my sweeping of his mind.

It took me less than two hours to hunt down and contain every last impulse of
his hunger for power and sexual perversions.  I restored every bit of the Joey
I had loved and trusted with my soul, putting caps on anything I found
resembling the Joseph I hated so much.  I rewrote memories, I installed
safeguards, and then ended up removing it all when I came up with something
better.

I combined techniques used by Joey, my dad, and the group of telepaths
responsible for the Eta's hidden personas, realizing that the best way to
conceal telepathic tampering is to only install something to force the mind to
alter itself to your design.  Telepaths look for foreign thought patterns.  If
the changes you wish to hide were made by the subject themselves, they were
virtually indistinguishable from original memories or thoughts.

That is why we couldn't access the true memories of a person with a hidden
persona unless that persona took control.  Similarly, Joey's and my cloak
personalities hid our true ones because telepaths could only focus on the
thoughts which were in control of the body.  Only when our true personalities
were caught altering our cloaking ones could we normally be detected.

(At least that was the theory at the time.  I depended on it being true, and
it would eventually be a painful mistake for me to make.)

Once that was done and Joey was safely tucked in his bunk, me and Jack went to
bed together, knowing Jack and I would be sharing my bed every night for a
very long time.

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

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 15 - Rat Hunt
(mc, mm, mf)

The next three days were very hard on both of us.  Joey was back to his
"normal" self, and that ended up meaning he was almost as depressed as I was.


For him it was the concept of how completely futile our rescuing his sister
appeared.  No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see a way to convince
the Eta's to let him join.  We both believed that our age was the reason for
the hormone levels not being within their acceptable range, and that was one
thing we couldn't alter about ourselves.  Even though Joey had just turned
seventeen exactly one week before the party, we suspected that he wouldn't be
accepted next spring either.

My biggest problem was my stupid empathic senses wouldn't stop feeling that
damn dark spot I had inflicted on Joey's... soul?  Whatever.  He didn't
understand why I felt so guilty whenever I looked at him, and I guess that
also added to his depressed mood.

To top it all off, Greg and Nick both had ear rings on Monday, and simply
accepted the fact we weren't going to make it in.  They weren't unfriendly
towards us, or anyone else for that matter, but they didn't even try to
include us in their activities, even the ones we had been doing together for
the past four weeks.

Joey and I both had stopped going to the workouts, and were skipping classes
right and left.  On Wednesday, Joey suddenly started throwing things around
the room, not really trying to break anything, just needing to work off some
of his powerful body's energy since he hadn't been working it off in a weight
room.

It was purely by accident that Joey knocked the cabinet under the refrigerator
open.  I was laying in my bunk ignoring his cusses and activity, my eyes not
looking at anything in particular, and just happened to lock on one of the
contents which had been behind the door.

I don't know how long I stared at the bottle before it registered, and even
then  in my half drunken state it took a minute for my brain to make some
connections and trigger an important conclusion.

"SHIT!" I said sitting up and nearly braining myself on the bunk above me.

"What!" Joey snapped, throwing the handcuffs at the radiator that would have
drove me crazy if he had done it three hours earlier while I had been hung
over.

"Joey..  Think about it.  Other than our age, what else could make our hormone
levels be so different from everyone else's?"

"I don't... Oh shit.  You mean.."

"The STERIODS" we both said.

We had stopped taking them three week before the party because we felt we had
added enough muscle tone to get us by without them.  But we had started taking
them before we had left home, so they had been in our systems at the time our
blood samples had been taken.

"Oh man.. That HAS to be it!" Joey said, grabbing the practically empty bottle
out of the cabinet.

"But..  How does that help us now?" I said, feeling my head pound from the
quick movements I had been making.

"What do you mean?  All we do is ask Mike..  to..  Oh."

Joey frowned, then grabbed one of the notebooks he had been pitching around
earlier.  He started writing things down silently while I corked my bottle and
put it away out of sight.

I laid back down in my bunk while the familiar static electric sensation
filled the room from Joey's mind switching into hyperdrive.

I guess I fell asleep, for the next thing I knew Joey was handing me the
notebook.

Mission objectives:
1. Construct a believable reason to have our blood taken again for testing.
2. There are twenty open beds, and nearly forty guys to fill them.  Determine
a way to get in ahead of at least twenty of the others.

"Is that it?  All that thinking for two objectives?" I said.

"Fuck you.  I was trying to find the solutions, you dork."

"Oh," I said, finding the room trying to spin.  "Look, I'm feeling a little
woozy.  Can we talk about this tomorrow?  Say around noon?"

"Shit.  You need to lay off the booze.  I'm going to go find Greg or Nick and
scan them for anything I can get."

"Bye," I said after the door shut.

That night, I had a very strange dream.  I was sitting alone on my bunk when
Greg walked in.  We started talking, but every once in a while I would get a
glimpse of what I thought was a rat sticking its nose out Greg's ear or mouth
or something.  It was kind of gross.

Anyway, I started to catch on that every time the rat showed up, Greg was
more... well, perverted.  As Greg started to talk about how he likes getting
carrots stuck up his ass, I prepared to grab the rat by its whiskers the next
time it poked its head out.

When I grabbed it, I suddenly had control over the rat.  I told the rat to
undo what he had done to Greg, and that's when I woke up.

It wasn't until the next morning when Joey's alarm woke both us up at six
before I figured out what my dream meant.

"Joey.  I got it!"

"What?  A hang over?"

"No.. Well, that too.  But.. shit..  What was I going to.. Oh yeah.  You and I
are going to go rat hunting."

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"Are you sure about this?" Joey said as we stood outside Greg and Austin's
door that evening.

"Positive.  I've tried it out on three different people.  It will..  Hi, Greg.
Mind if we come in?" I said, not waiting for an answer when Greg opened the
door.

"Uhm, actually.." Greg said.

"Close the door, Greg," I said as I closed the curtains while Joey used his
version of a Vulcan neck pinch on Austin who was sitting at the table doing
homework.

Joey gently let Austin sag forward, resting his pudgy nose on the book he had
been working out of as Greg said, "What did you do to him?"

"Oh, just a little thing I picked up," Joey said, blowing across the tip of
his index finger and putting it back in his imaginary holster.

"What do you want," Greg asked as he examined his cousin, then wondering why
he felt so calm.

"Mike sent us," I said after sitting down on Greg's bunk.

"He did?" 

"Yeah.  We're supposed to give you a test," Joey said.

"What kind of test?" Greg asked suspiciously.

"Sit down next to me, and I'll show you," I said softly.

"How do I know Mike really sent you?" Greg responded just as softly as he sat
down.

"Because of this," I said, raising my shirt up to show him my right nipple.

Greg gasped, seeing the illusion of a nipple ring on my right nipple with the
Roman letters Gamma Alpha Eta inscribed on it.  He looked up to Joey, and
watched him with a look of respect as Joey flashed his own right nipple at us.

"What do I have to do?" Greg said, suddenly very willing to proceed.

"Simple.  Take off your ear ring and never put it back on," I said.

"But.." he said, hesitating.

"We're waiting, Greg," Joey said before turning around and closing his eyes.
"Don't fail this test, or you'll never get in.

"I don't understand.." Greg said, reaching up to his ear ring, then looked
over at me.

I looked in his eyes and formed an empathic connection, and immediately began
pushing against the confusion.  I pushed hard.  Very hard, actually, and once
I was passing through his emotional tide, I set out feeling my way through his
emotions searching for their sources.  I waded through the streams of
emotions, seeking out the ones that felt they didn't belong.  There were
hundreds of forks in the stream, and at each fork I had to determine which way
the out of place emotions were coming from in order to follow them to their
source.

Suddenly there it was.  A foreign energy or pattern sticking out of the
riverbed, sending all sorts of pollutants downstream.  With a surge of anger
and fear, I lashed out at its base, and found it retaliating by surging and
spewing even more waste down the stream of emotions.

After I slammed it with my emotional sledge hammer twice more, I felt it
suddenly expand, exploding outwards and flinging me back down the stream.

As my senses returned to the real world around me, I heard Joey announce, "GOT
IT!" and knew it had worked so far.

"Hurry up, Tim..  It's slipperier than KY!" Joey sputtered.

I focused my telepathic senses to follow the hold Joey had on what we were
calling Greg's mental rat, and as soon as I got a hold of its tail, I quickly
went after its neck.

He was right about it being slippery.  Three times I had just about got it
pinned down that it suddenly rewrote itself into another section of the
subconscious.  But on the fourth attempt I got my mental grasp around its
scrawny neck, and immediately tore out its puny mind and began replacing it
with a far more complex one of my creation.

"Okay, Joey.  Let it go," I said finally while keeping my mind focused on it
just in case I missed something.

"What happened?" Greg said a moment later.  "Did I pass the test?"

Seeing that everything was in order, I let the new improved rat go and opened
my eyes to find Greg waiting for our answer.

"Take off your ear ring and we'll find out," I said, trying not to grin.

"Uhm.. Okay," he said reaching up and pulling its clasp off.

The moment the pin came out of his earlobe, Greg's own face broke out into a
broad grin before he said, "I guess you might say I'm all yours."

"How do you feel?" I asked, letting myself mirror his grin.

"Like an undercover cop or something.  What do you want me to do?"

"Well for starters, tell us everything they said or did while you.. er.."

"While I was a zombie?" Greg said humorously.  "Okay.  Mike and Alex, asked me
and Kyle if we wanted to see were we would sleep if we got in.  As soon as we
were alone in the sleeping area, I just didn't want to do anything but stand
there.  I guess Kyle was done first since nothing happened to me for a while. 

"When they did get to me, I felt everything for me change.  I saw how
important it was to become a Gamma Alpha Eta brother.  I wanted to do whatever
Mike or any of the other Etas asked me to do.  I knew how to make myself
forget things, and then remember them when I needed to.  And what's really
cool is I can even make up something and believe it when I need to.

"Oh.. I guess you know all that already.  Uhm, lets see..  They really didn't
say much of anything.  Oh.  Mike asked if some guy..  Richardson I think, was
going to try any of us out before we were officially in.  Alex said something
like, 'You know Wally.  He's already asking me about the new recruits'

"Richardson again," Joey said.  "Huh..  Sounds like he's above Mike." 

"You might want to get Nick in on this.  I think he's going to meet this guy
this weekend."

"Nick was next on our list anyway," I said while probing Greg real quick to
make sure the rat was still working right. "Did they say anything else?"

"Just instructions on what to do.  Sorry about giving you guys the cold
shoulder.  They told us to get our ears pierced and to start spending all our
time with the other initiates or full brothers.  We're not to have any sex,
drink, smoke, stuff like that until told otherwise, and to keep our grades up
because they were important for our cover.  Then they told us to make
ourselves forget everything except looking around and then go back to the
party."

"Has any of the other brothers told you anything that you had to forget
later?"

"Oh yeah..  Just today too.  Blake told Nick and I we were for sure getting
in, and told us about what they did after seven o'clock.  Get this!  The Etas
all workout in the nude!"

"Really?" I said, truly surprised.

"I wonder why Fred never remembered that," Joey said.

I shrugged at him, then said to Greg, "What do they do afterwards?  Suck each
other off?"

"No!  Or at least we didn't.  You would have really like it.  Blake told us to
get the maximum performance out of our bodies, we had to concentrate on
keeping ourselves hard while we worked out.  He kept talking about how hard it
made him to work out in the nude, and man..  You should have seen his.  I
swore it looked like it would explode sometimes."

"That does explain the way Fred kept wanting to mention getting undressed," I
muttered to Joey.

"Anything else?" Joey asked.

"Nothing except that we were all supposed to start eating a special diet.  I
got the list of what we could eat somewhere.  Do you want to see it?"

"Show me tomorrow.  I think we better go do Nick before it gets any later," I
said.

"Okay..  What do you want me to do until then?" Greg asked anxiously.

"You know you have to hide everything about our visit from yourself and the
Eta's right?"

"Yeah.  And you're the only two who can tell me to take my ear ring off and
bring all my memories back."

"Right.  What we need is any information about what goes on behind the scenes,
who's in control of who, and things like that.  Maybe try pumping Blake and
others for information.  Don't take any risks, though.  Try and make it look
like your natural curiosity, not something more.  The most important thing you
can do is not to get caught, okay?"

"Yes sir!" he said, making a mock a salute.  "I'll crack my cyanide filled
filling open and swallow it before they can even ask me my name."

"Suicide is not an option," I said seriously.

"Okay.  Understood," Greg said, just as serious.

"Shit, Tim.  Maybe you shouldn't make Nick as eager to die for our cause,"
Joey said after we left Greg to wake his cousin up.

"I didn't make him like that.  It's part of the original rat's programming.
If I change it, there's another chance they will find it and trace it back to
us," I said before knocking on Nick's door.

"FUCK!" we heard Nick's voice say inside.  "WHOEVER IT IS, GO AWAY!"

"What ya doing, Nick?" I said through the door.  "Jerkin' off to one of my
pornos again?"

"And what if I am?!" he replied as we heard the TV shut off.

"Shit, Tim.  He was." Joey said, peeking out through Nick's eyes.

"Come on, Nick.  Put your little buddy away and let us in.  Or do you want
Lenny to find out you like watching 'After School Watersports'."

"Shit," Nick said, opening the door.

After we walked in and Nick closed the door, Joey and I both couldn't help but
glance down at the raging hard on which was struggling to get back out of his
boxer shorts.

"Well?  What do you want?  I'm trying to get some sleep."

"We're here to test you," Joey said, then giving me a shrug when I looked at
him in surprise.

"Test me?" Nick said doubtfully.

"Never mind what Joe said, Nick.  I forgot to tell him that the rat comes when
its called," I said for Joey's benefit.

"Oh yeah?  Mind telling me what its name is?" Joey said amused.

"It doesn't have a name.  Does it Nick.  It just knows when it is supposed to
come out."

"What are talking about?  Come on, guys.  I really have to get some sleep.
It's not my fault you two quit."

"You still don't get it, do you Nick," I said, walking around him, inspecting
him like a piece of meat.  "Perhaps Mike was wrong about you."

"Mike?  Wrong about what?"

"Oh, just that he thought Richardson wanted someone like you.  Aren't you
supposed to meet him this weekend or something?"

"Richardson?  How do you know him?" Nick said, finding the name vaguely
familiar.

"Let's just say we were present in a very important discussion about whether
Richardson would get to try any of the new initiates before the initiation."

"Yeah," Joey said, seeing what I was trying to do.  "Was that before or after
Janice gave you that blow job?"

"I don't remember.  I think it was before.  Maybe Mike remembers.  Oh yeah.
Mike said that you can work out in the nude if you want, but you still can't
have any sex until we say.  Got that?"

"Yes sir," Nick said immediately.  "Does that mean I'm not going to have to
watch that video any more?"

"Which video?"  I said confused.

"The one that teaches you how to give blow jobs.  I'm supposed to study it
every night before I go to bed so I know what I'm doing when I give Master
Richardson a blow job."

"Oh that tape.  I thought you were talking about the pornos that I gave you.
Who's in it?  Anybody you know?"

"I don't know what you mean.." he said, suddenly frightened he had given
himself away.

"We made a new one last month, and I was wondering if they're using it yet," I
said, realizing he was starting to disbelieve me again.

"A new one?  I don't think so.  Alex said his trainer gave it to him for his
first time with Richardson, and wanted to give it to me because I was cute.
Was I supposed to get a different tape?"

"Got it Tim," Joey announced.

"Got what?" Nick said before he felt his mind's very center get torn out and
replaced.

"Got what?" Nick repeated ten minutes later, not recalling he had said it
before.

"The answer to all your problems," Joey mysteriously said.

"What does that mean?" Nick replied irritated.

"Nothing.  Just take off your ear ring."

Nick gave a frustrated sigh as he slipped the clasp off and started pulling
the pin out of his ear.

Just as with Greg, Nick grinned when it was out of his ear and said, "Now I
understand."

"Told you it was the answer to all your problems," Joey said, trying not to
give in to the contagious grinning.

"Okay, Nick," I said, wiping off my own grin, "Tell us everything they didn't
want you to remember."

Nick's story was pretty much the same as Greg's except he had gone alone with
Mike and Alex to see the sleeping area, and after Nick's rat program was done,
Alex asked Mike if he could talk to Nick alone for a few minutes, which Mike
agreed to.

Alex told Nick that he would meet one of his masters next weekend, and that
Master Richardson was going to like Nick a lot.  He offered Nick to help him
please his Master Richardson, and that's when he gave Nick the tape.  After
Nick called Alex master while thanking him, Alex quickly corrected him.

"I'm not anyone's master, Nick.  Master Richardson is my master just as much
if not more as he is yours.  And if Mike wasn't a Eta, we'd be calling him
Master also.  You should call any of the leading council 'Sir', and that
includes me and Mike.  But you don't have to call me that when you and I are
alone, okay?  I'm Wally's favorite, and because you remind me of me as a
freshman, I want to help you become Wally's new favorite before I graduate
this Christmas.  Just like someone did for me."

Nick had agreed enthusiastically, his programming making any suggestion made
by a council member a top priority in his life.  After Alex gave him
instructions concerning the tape and forgetting what had happened, they left
to back to the party.

That night as I cuddled up with my bottle of Jack Daniel's, I started thinking
about how we could use Greg, Nick, and other initiates to gather information
and maybe even help us get Sarah away from them if we could ever find her.  I
had some fairly good ideas, but after a while, my brain sank into a drunken
state of depression.  I laid there for some time remembering all the gross and
perverted things Joey and I had done together, and ended up imagining Nick
doing those things to some overweight out of shape middle aged man which is
what I though Richardson would be.  I fell asleep very disturbed, seeing
myself no better than Steven for what I thought would happen to Nick.

Joey and I decided the next morning we had to keep our appearances up just in
case we found a way to get in the fraternity.  So even though I had a
hangover, I went to classes that morning in order to hopefully get my grades
back up.

Having lost the fear of our telepathic activity being detected while in the
dorms, Joey and I took as many shortcuts as we could in catching up our course
work.  We even went as far as having a few people copy other peoples homework
for us, and had two guys down the hall that were in our English Comp class
write our already late three page papers for us.

We had a good reason for all of this dishonesty.  Joey and I were very busy
Thursday and Friday flushing out more mental rats to convert, and simply
couldn't do that, go to class, and catch up on our school work at the same
time.

Joey and I got pretty good at catching those slippery rodents, but we almost
screwed up really bad with the first guy Greg and Nick brought with them to
our room.

The first screw up was the fact that even though Nick and Greg had complied
with our orders while under the Eta's rat had control, they and Olsen all left
saying they had to go right after they got there.  We saw the problem
immediately.  The only way for them to help us would be to ask them to remove
their ear rings. 

But instead of doing that in front of Olsen (which would have made him very
suspicious), we "arranged" to have Austin stay away from his and Greg's room,
and simply programmed Nick and Greg to get Olsen's rat to surface by talking
about secret Eta stuff, while Joey and I sat in our room next door grabbing
and replacing the rat with our own.

The second thing we screwed up with Olsen was after we finished, we knocked on
their door and asked them to take off their ear rings.  While all three of
them did so, Olsen's face showed shock instead of a grin.

Apparently, Olsen had gotten his ear pierced when he was still in high school,
but had gone and had another hole made so he could wear both his expensive
stud and the one that the Etas supplied.  So when we had asked them to remove
their ear rings, Olsen complied, but removed the wrong one first and noticed
the other two had removed their Eta pins which he thought was impossible.
Luckily Joey responded immediately by asking him again, then we were relieved
to see his grin while holding out the Eta earring in his hand.

By Friday night, Joey and I were exhausted from all the use of our telepathy.
I realized that telepathy was just like a muscle.  For nearly two months, I
had refrained from using my telepathic abilities as much as possible.  While
it hadn't lost any of its strength per say, I just couldn't use it as much
without feeling tired or strained.

That Saturday and Sunday seemed to last forever.  Nick and another guy named
Conner spent the whole weekend with their "Master Richardson," and we both
were worried about what Nick was being put through.  It wasn't just our
concern for our friend, mind you.  There was a possibility that Richardson
might discover my  small alteration of their rat's program that allowed my own
rat to interrupt and control theirs.  If he did find it and then caught our
rat, we could find ourselves in deep shit.

That was the first weekend the twins came to visit us.  Believe it or not, it
was actually pretty difficult to keep the twin's presence a secret with all
the Eta initiates around.  We simply didn't want any of them to see the twins,
even if they had our rat in their head.  The twins were our backup in case we
were discovered and attacked, and the element of surprise was their best
defense and would aid their offense significantly. 

One of us spent a day back at the dorms bored out of their mind, trying not to
feel like rat bait.  The other was with the twins at an apartment we were
renting just for their weekend visits.  That lucky cat had a wonderful time in
between the half hourly checks through the share link, making sure the cheese
for the big rat was still uneaten.  I elected myself to be the cheese on
Saturday, and Joey stupidly agreed.

You see, Joey slept with the twins Friday night, so that meant I got to sleep
with them Saturday night.  What's the difference?  Easy.  Who can sleep when
at any moment your mind may come under attack?  Nick didn't leave until early
Saturday morning, so I didn't have any major problems going to sleep Friday
night, but I think Joey only got about three hours Saturday night.

When Nick finally got back Sunday night around midnight, Joey gave him the
trick question, and to our relief he took his ear ring off.  Because we wanted
to have a night together with the twins, Joey only checked our rat for
tampering, then left for the apartment when he found none.

Joey looked so tired when he came into the bedroom that I couldn't help myself
in expressing my affection for him, only to be shocked by his reaction.

"Come off it Tim.  I want to do this with the twins, not you," he said,
avoiding my mouth in our embrace and struggling to get away.

I let him go and didn't move, disbelieving what had just happened.  I suddenly
could sense the rat in Joey's own mind, a rat that I had created and had given
control over my Joey.  I just stood there, feeling that black glob sticking to
Joey's soul like black super glue grow more undeniably present, more obvious
to my senses and mind, more evident of my betrayal and the evil thing I had
done to my best friend.

Honey put herself between us, blocking my sight of Joey hurriedly undressing
to get in bed with Joy.  When I looked in her eyes, it was clear that they
knew.  Just as I started to shake from realizing someone else knew my horrible
secret, Honey stopped it with a clear empathic message, "Its okay.  We don't
blame you."

There were no actual words to her message, for emotions don't use them.  But
never had either of the twins ever transmitted a message of such clarity, or
so unquestionable as to its meaning.  I nearly jumped from surprise when for a
moment I thought she had said it out loud.

I couldn't help but feel better knowing that at least they thought I had done
the right thing, even if I didn't in my heart.  So when Honey teasingly
attempted to use her enslaving call on me, I grinned and said, "Yes, mistress.
I'm coming to fuck you now, mistress."

Something told me that the twins were going to try something that night, and I
was right.  After Joey and I had both finished having our fun, they suddenly
released an incredibly powerful call for submission on the two of us.

Joey immediately fell under their control, and even though I also obeyed their
command to mount, I was struggling against their grasp on my being.  I never
knew when Honey and I had switched positions, for it wasn't until I finally
reversed the direction of the empathic control that I found my arms leaving
her breasts above me that I realized I was now on bottom.  

I was just barely holding Honey's empathic attack off when suddenly she cut
all resistance and submitted herself to my own control.  And take control I
did.  She was back on bottom the next moment, and as my lust for controlling
her every thought filled my already hard dick, my slow humps became faster and
deeper.

When her hands rose up to my breasts, I began laying on the powerful surges of
lust, directing her to embrace the feel of my body pounding into her helpless
one, concentrating on her submission to me, having her lust for my control,
desire my command, to surrender to me, never question me, always love me,
submit to me, submit everything to me, SUBMIT!

My concentration was broken by Joey climbing on top of me, attaching his lips
to the side of my mouth as he attempted to push me on top of Honey.  My
confusion was overcome by the feel of his cock against my back door, and while
Joy frantically tried frenching my mouth, everything was clear to me.

The twins never intended to reassert their controls into me.  They wanted to
regain the trust they had lost by submitting themselves to my own empathic
controls.  Honey's submission hadn't been just her own.  The two girls were so
closely linked emphatically that everything I had done to Honey had also
affected Joy in the say way.  Joy had already set Joey up to give me what she
thought I had wanted earlier, but for once the girls had misread me.  I had
never truly wanted the physical sex with him.  There had always been an honest
love within the sex that simply could not be forced by the twins or anyone.  I
thought I had lost that love from Joey forever, and while Joey began making
untrue love to me, I believed that through and through.

I felt the grief within me build like an A-bomb explosion, but before I let it
overtake me, I shunted part of its blast through the empathic link with the
girls, knowing that its power would undo my empathic controls I had place
within them.  

Leaving the comfort and safety of the apartment was a very stupid thing to do
in my state.  But I left anyway to wander aimlessly around the sleeping
campus, then finally returned to the dorm sometime after three, and was
promptly piss ass drunk and unconscious by four.

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

"Tim..  Wake up!  You stupid drunk," I heard Joey's voice say from somewhere
over the horizon.

"Shit..  Tim!  I can't do this without you, damn it!"  Joey's frustrated voice
said.

No wake up.  Nice and cozy in Dreamsville.

"Tim?  Hey, buddy," Lenny's voice said from over the dark horizon.  "Wakey
Wakey.  Rise and Shine.  Time to go to school."

Go away.  Busy sleeping.

"Shit, Joe.  He's really out cold.  I don't like the looks of him either.  Any
idea how much he drank?"

"No.  Come on, Tim.  Just wiggle something or something so I know you're still
in there."

No wiggles.  No-no-no-no-no-no.

"Joe, I have to get ready for class if I'm going," Lenny's voice said softly.
"I'll skip if you want, but I only helped people who passed out in the aisle
to get back to their spot.  They were only out for like a minute."

"You said you knew how to wake them up."

"Yeah, but they weren't out cold like Tim is.  They usually stir when I slap
them.  Tim didn't."  

"He could have passed out laying there without knowing it, and just kept
drinking when he came out," a unfamiliar female voice said.

" Go ahead and go to class then.  But thanks, Lenny.  I guess I'll just have
to call him mom.  It will break her heart to find out he got..."

"nnnnn" I said, struggling to get across the horizon to stop him.

"I knew you were in there somewhere.  Come on, Tim.  It's after noon time."

I didn't even try to respond then.  I wasn't awake, yet I wasn't sleeping
either.  Once Lenny said bye, I tried to ignore what was going on around me
and waited to go back to sleep the rest of the way.

I did, but not for long.

"...you heAR ME! GOD DAMNIT TIM! I'LL TIRED OF THIS DRINKING SHIT!  IF YOU
DON'T WAKE UP RIGHT NOW, I'M REALLY GOING TO CALL YOUR FUCKING MOTHER!"

"ssssshhhhhh"

"DON'T SHUSH ME! I'M.."


"hhhiiiiittttt" I finished, throwing what I thought was a knockout punch at
Joey's loud mouth, but ended up just limply fanning the air in front of his
face.

"That's better.  Come on," Joey said, trying to get me to sit up.

I was determined not to wake up, though.  After Joey had me in a sitting
position and carefully let go to see if I was going to stay like that, I
waited just long enough for him to put his arms down before I laid right back
onto my...

"Excuse you.." the unknown female voice said when I found a body sitting down
in the way of my decent.  "Are you sure this is the same Tim Brandton who
single handedly withstood the attack of eighteen fully capable Cabal
members..."

"nawntin.." I managed to mumble out.

"What?" they both said.

"NAWNTEEN!" I said, then feeling my hangover make its presence known to my
groggy mind.

"What?  And don't say it so loud this time."

"hrrrgh" I huffed in irritation. "nawnteen 'abel memers..  nah ayetheen"

"Are you sure?..  The report said eighteen."

"awh was there....  repor' waa-nt'," I said, struggling to get my eyes open so
I could see who the hell I was arguing with.

"I stand corrected, then.  Nineteen Cabal members.  I'll have to have Stanley
write Charles a memo to correct it."

My eyes finally snapped open at the mention of the Inquisitor's first name,
but I couldn't make any sense at what I was seeing until the Asian cocked her
head, making her face more upright to my view.

"You.." I simply said, recognizing the face of the girl from my first class in
chemistry.

"Sorry for not introducing myself last time, but I didn't know you were a
Cabal member until this morning.  My name is Young Lee."

I frowned at sensing she had just spoken a mistruth, then closed my eyes
again. 

"Not Cabal," I said. 

"I assure you I am a member," she said with a sense of confusion.

"You, yes.  Me, no," I said.

"As you wish," she said patiently.

"Tim, she's gonna help us find Sarah," Joey said urgently.

"Price?" I said, knowing she would understand the question.

"We help her find out what they are up to," Joey responded first.  "I trust
her."

"I don't," I said with a laugh, finding it amusing I could read someone so
easily without intending to. 

"Huh?  Why?" Joey said nervously.

"Yes Tim Brandton.  Do you mistrust all strangers so easily?"

"Only if they lie to me when introducing themselves," I managed to say
coherently.

"My apologies.  I forgot what happened in our first meeting.  My birth name is
only known to me to protect my family who do not remember me.  I trust you
understand."

She was telling the truth, yet I sensed she was still holding something back.
But since I wasn't in any mood to mess with it right then, I let it slide for
the time being.

"Okay. Better," I said, more for Joey's sake than hers.

"You want me to take some of the hangover for ya?" Joey asked, sitting down
next to me.

"No.  My grave.  I'll lay in it," I said before I struggled to sit up.

I held my head in my hands to keep my head from splitting in half like it was
trying to do, then when I realized Joey was speaking to me, I said, "What?"

"I said, are you sure.  Young Lee and I both have a lot to tell you, and I'm
willing to take some of it on myself so you can think straight."

"No.  I'll be okay, see?" I said, stupidly attempting to stand up.

They both grabbed my arms in time to prevent me from tasting the floor, then
while my senses were trying to remember which way was up, I suddenly felt the
hangover loosen its grip.

I opened my eyes, then looked over at Joey and said, "What did you do that
for?"

"Fuck..  I make myself feel like shit for you, and you can't even say thanks,"
Joey moaned before getting up to grab the aspirin. 

"Thanks!" I said angrily a few moments later when my mind finally kicked in.

"You're fucking Welcome!" Joey snarled back, before tossing the bottle to me.

"May I ask what you did?" Young Lee asked Joey.

"Long story.  Tim, I swear, if I see you drinking another bottle of that shit,
I'll.."

"You'll what?  Don't tell me what I can or can't do.  You're not my fucken
master."

"Excuse me.  I see I have come at a bad time.  I will return tomorrow when you
two are more..." she said, then froze.

"What?" Joey and I both said.

"Someone is probing your friend next door.  Prepare yourself.  I believe they
are searching for you two."

Joey and I instantly raised our cloak personalities, and we quickly scrambled
to update their memories, starting with struggling for an explanation of Young
Lee's presence.

Young Lee was faster to react than we were, however.  By the time we felt the
probe, we were all working on studying for the chemistry exam Joey and I both
had that Wednesday.  The probe was directed at Joey, but then I was probed by
a second telepath the next moment.

Joey and I both carefully watched for any signs of tampering of our
cover-selves while they accessed memories of our cover-selves sexual history.
Just before the probes ended, we were commanded to go with Nick at seven
tomorrow morning to be picked up by a red minivan at the edge of campus.

"Okay, they're gone," Young Lee suddenly said.

"Who's gone?" Joey's cover-self said.

"Hey, I can never remember..." my own cover-self said.  "Is SO3 sulfide or
sulfate"

"Duh.  Sulfide" Joey's cover said.

"Sulfite," Young Lee corrected as she gently probed our cover-personalities.

"Duh.." My cover personality said as Joey started to turn red all over.

"Sulfite wasn't one of the choice..." Joey's cover-self said before Joey took
control back.

"Very ingenious," Young Lee said, continuing her gentle probes into our minds.
"I was completely fooled by your...  cloak?"

I cleared my throat to remind her she was being rude with her unauthorized
scans, and then shelved the uneasy feeling I had about her intentions when she
stopped.

"How did you know they were going to scan us?" Joey asked.

"You have your gifts, I have mine," she said with the first smile I had seen
her give.

An idea struck me at that moment, so I said, "Young Lee, beyond the three of
us, can you sense anyone or anything else in the room?"

"Do you suspect there may be mice conspiring with your enemy?" she asked.

While I felt she meant it as a joke, I realized that actually was possible and
said so.  I watched her eyes get a distant look for a moment, and could feel
she was concentrating on another sense through my empathic ability, but I
couldn't determine anything beyond that.

"There are no mice, or anything else which are prone to telepathic
manipulation in this room," she declared.

"So, what about... now?" I said, throwing up a shield which I thought would
prevent her senses from detecting me.

"I see what you are trying to do.  I'm sorry, but I can still sense your mind.
You can not hide what you can not see."

"What does that supposed to mean?" I said.

"It means we can't shield ourselves from her detecting us if we don't know
what she uses to detect us with," Joey analyzed.

"Oh.. duh," I said, grinning at him.

"Heh.  Yeah, duh.."

I wasn't grinning just because of my little joke.  While the shield perhaps
didn't hide us from Young Lee's scans, the exact same kind of shield was
hiding the two coins hidden inside a small drawer built into the head post of
the bunk bed's frame.  I felt confident that if she couldn't detect them, and
I couldn't detect them, nobody could.  Boy, was I wrong.

We got down to business after that, with Young Lee explaining what she could
do to help us and what she would like in return.  Basically, she was there on
Cabal business, but was only interested in finding out what these telepaths
were doing and what their intentions were for doing it.  So far she had only
found traces of tampering in many of the faculty and staff, plus followed up
on cases of students missing a week or more of class and returning with a less
than feasible explanation.  What was so suspicious was how the staff accepted
their explanations without question.  Unfortunately, every one of those
students had simply lied about taking an unauthorized vacation, and after she
was confirmed that they really had, she concluded the staff just didn't really
care.

While Young Lee admitted she did not have any information to supply us
immediately, she argued she was more experienced at handling investigations
like this and could advise us on critical decisions and the like.  When that
didn't go down well at all with us, she pointed out she had the resources of
the Cabal to call upon if we needed information on a specific person.

So we told her what we knew so far, and after she left promising to get us
detailed information about Richardson, Mike, Janice, and try to find
references to Harrison, Joey and I both admitted we had gotten the raw end of
the deal.

The information Joey had gotten from Nick was far more useful, and he waited
until Young Lee left to reveal any of it.

Richardson was not the middle aged man I had imagined to be.  In fact, he was
only in his early twenties, and looked almost as young as Joey and I did.  He
was extremely out of shape, the only exercise he appeared to get was the sex
he had.  He looked more like a boy than any of his playthings.

Richardson was an oddity in that he was a romantic homosexual pervert.
Romantic in the sense that he enjoyed the sensual aspects of falling in love,
working up from little kisses and fondling to fucking like rabbits at the
natural pace of each individual.  But because he didn't care whether the
individual was originally hetero or homosexual, and the fact he fancied young
looking men and quite frequently young teenage boys, he was a pervert.

When Nick awoke in his master's chamber just like Tammy, Ron, and Fred had, he
was completely dedicated in pleasing his master.  But so were the other seven
guys there, including Alex and Conner.

Nick reported that Alex didn't act any differently than he usually did, and
that was important because Joey, Greg, Nick and I actually knew Alex pretty
well.  In the month and a half of the four of us working out with Blake, Alex
had probably spent the most time getting to know us of any of the Etas besides
Blake.  Now we understood why.

Connor, Nick, and a third guy name Toby actually didn't partake in the sexual
activities that weekend.  They were told by Alex to watch and learn, and not
to masturbate unless told to. 

What was interesting to find was Alex gave all the orders, and Alex was the
only one to have any kind of sexual contact with Robertson.  Nick made the
comment that they acted like lovers, and that Alex was the dominant lover, not
Robertson.  

After watching Alex and Robertson exchange loving kiss, the other four guys
broke up into two pairs and took turns kissing while the others watched.  Nick
was happy to have lunch served next since he had woken up hungry, and Joey
pointed out that Robertson's location was most likely at one of the other
campuses since Nick had eaten breakfast before leaving.

Over the weekend, Nick had watched the three couples take turns progressing
through what Alex called the steps of intimacy.  I was surprised to hear that
a good portion of the time was spent talking and watching television, but the
couples were never apart more than fifteen minutes if that.

Before they all climbed into the same big bed for the night, the couples had
progressed to giving each other blowjobs, but the three watchers did nothing
more than watch, having to go to sleep with blue balls and dreams filled with
somewhat disturbing images of gay love.

Alex awoke Nick in the middle of the night, and told him to quietly get off
the bed and go with him.  After seeing his master was no longer in the bed
with them, Nick obediently obeyed, hoping Alex was taking him to give his
master the blowjob he had been studying.

Nick was pleased to find that his master was in the room which Alex had led
him to across the hall, but he appeared to be asleep on the king size bed.  He
was surprised when Alex walked up to their master and gently shook his
shoulder while softly saying, "Lover, I'm back with Nick."

Joey explained that at that point, Nick started to get doe eyed on him.

"I can't figure out what the queer did to him.  Nick acted like he was love
sick or something, telling me how soft and.. and beautiful Richardson's voice
was.  Even when he's his regular self, he's happier than usual.  He was
talking to Lenny about how pretty the clouds were when I got there."

After Nick had described Richardson's voice and "delicate" body to Joey, Joey
had to prompt him for what Richardson actually said.

Richardson opened his eyes, rolled onto his side and rested his head on his
arm and gave Nick a somewhat timid but sincere smile, then said, "Hello,
Nick," in a soft unthreatening voice.  Actually, Nick described it as a soft,
warm, heart melting voice, but he was perceiving things different than they
actually were.

Nick's hesitant response of, "Hello, Master Richardson," made Richardson's
smile vanish.

"Alex.." he whined.  "Don't you remember the first time we met?"

"I'm sorry, baby.." Alex said with emotion.  "I gave him the standard speech
the other day, and forgot to tell him.  I've been so worried about finding
someone to replace me that's just right for you, I haven't been thinking about
the little sweet things we did in the beginning."

"I know..  Its always hard when my lover leaves me for his own life,"
Richardson said, looking at the sheets in front of him.

"Then why do I have to leave you?" Alex said almost shedding tears.  "I'll
love you forever if you just let me."

"Because I love you and want you to have your own life," he said looking up
and into his eyes.  "Could you give me and Nick a few minutes alone?  I
promise I won't touch him."

"Yes, master," Alex said with a hardness to his voice.

After Alex walked out and closed the door behind him, Richardson sighed, then
looked over at Nick.

"Nick, come closer, please?"

"Yes, ma-ma-master?"

"It's okay.  I am you master, and you may call me that at any time.  But I
prefer something more...  personal.  Pet names and such.  Since Alex chose you
to replace him, I grant you permission to call me what ever you wish, and ask
me any question you have.  I want you to be comfortable around me because we
are going to become very close, you and I.  Does that make you happy?"

"Oh, yes, master.  I'm so happy, I could die."

"That's what you say while you're a happy servant boy, but what do you really
feel, I wonder."

Nick said he left after that, which doesn't make much sense, but Joey couldn't
find any tampering of his memory.  Alex was right outside the door waiting,
and after checking on his love, he took Nick in another room and tenderly gave
Nick a blow job before sending him back into the bedroom with the others to
sleep.

He awoke the next morning to discover his master and Alex were back in the bed
with them 69ing.  The entire morning was spent with each pair taking turns
trying different ways of sucking each other off.  They took a good two hour
break after lunch before starting the first anal penetration, and that's when
Nick stopped enjoying the show.  Because Nick had been ordered to watch the
blow job video and study it, his mind had accepted he would be doing that.
But no one had told him to enjoy anal sex, therefore he didn't have any
problems with his hardon after that.

After dinner was served, the Alex joined the other two pairs in a group fuck
which he naturally led.  Richardson had Nick and the other two come over to
him to watch the action together, but Nick seemed unable to concentrate on
anything but feeling his master's eyes on him the whole time.

I phoned home before we went to get dinner, but only used that to form a
telepathic connection so I could explain what was going on with greater
accuracy.  My dad immediately had the twins pack for a two week stay out
there, and promised to have the girls there before dawn.

Joey and I spent the rest of the evening trying to fill in as many holes in
our cloak personalities' memories as possible.  And then for the first night
since before the party, Joey and I slept together in the same bunk, both of us
needing the security that the others body provided to finally go to sleep.

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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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