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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
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>This posting contains:
Chapter IV: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 - Brad and Sandi
Part 1 - Sharing With My Buddies (mc, hyp, mm-TP-Mast)
Part 2 - Brothers and Sisters (mfmm-TP-Mast, f-solo w/toys, mf incest)
Part 3 - Your Sister, Your Slave (mc, incest mf, mfmm)
>The next posting contains:
Chapter V: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 - The North Mansion
Part 1 - Mother, Father, and My Lovers (mc, oral mf & ff)
Part 2 - Are You Free This Evening? (Or A Slave?) (fff, mm foreplay)
Part 3 - Chains of Slavery (mc, mf)
(TP-Mast = Telepathic sharing while masterbating)
>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter IV: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 - Brad and Sandi
Part 1 - Sharing With My Buddies
(mc, hyp, mm-TP-Mast)
Two weeks later on the first day of spring, Joey and I were sitting at my
kitchen table after having our after school snack. Joey was twirling my
coin slowly, concentrating on it.
"I still don't get anything. It... just makes my fingers feel warm and
tingly. That's all.."
"Come on, Joey. You're right there. I can see it in your head. You're
just right at the edge of getting it."
He sat there, struggling, concentrating, even going a little bug eyed.
He still couldn't bridge that gap.
"Aaaccck!" he said suddenly, dropping the coin and putting his hand over
his left eye and forehead.
"What?!" I said. I was having problems getting his thoughts. Something
disrupted them.
"My head hurts..." He was then holding his head with both hands.
"Shit, Tim. I think I strained..... Ow, ow, OW! SHIT!"
He almost slammed his head onto the table, and had his arms wrapped
around the back of his head.
"Joe? Come on, Joey. Speak to me. I can't get in your head," I said
starting to panic.
His response was only to groan and rock his head back and forth.
I kept trying to focus on Joey's mind, but it wasn't making sense to me.
It was there, but his pain seemed to be confusing his thoughts enough to
confuse my own. I kept sensing something, but every time I tracked it
down, it turned out to be from the coin, not Joey.
"The COIN! Joey here... Hold the coin!" I said, forcing it into his
hand.
"Uuuuuggggh" he said. The coin did seem to be helping. Either that, or
it had been a coincidence that the pain started to reduce.
After a few minutes, I was able to access his thoughts. It was a little
weird feeling at first. Sorta like walking into your own room where
everything there was familiar, except someone had painted it all bright
pink.
Joey sat up, and wiped his tears from the pain on his shirt sleeve.
"Shit, I need some aspirin..." he said.
I got him some, and asked, "You feeling okay? Your head feels kinda
strange."
"Yeah, I think so. But could you turn off that radio? It's driving me
nuts."
I looked at him like he was already nuts as he swallowed the aspirin
with his soda.
"Uh, Joey? The radio isn't on..."
"Huh? Then what am I hearing?"
I poked around his senses, but wasn't getting anything from his ears.
"I can't hear anything, and your ears aren't either. What does it sound
like?"
"A bunch of noise... Sorta like someone talking gibberish. No full
words, just... like part of words. But they're not English words
either.."
"Hmmm," I said, getting up and walking around the table.
"Hey, I gotta go pee," Joey said, getting up. "I almost did it in my
pants a few minutes ago."
As he started walking into the living room towards the bathroom, he
stopped.
"What?" I asked.
He turned around, his face with an expression of concentration. "The
noise... When I walked out of the room, it like... got softer."
He walked back to the table, turning his head like he was trying to
pinpoint a noise. "Shit. You're right about it not being a sound. I
turn my head and it doesn't fade or anything, you know?" He started to
take steps forwards and backwards, then left and right.
"What are you doing now? You look like a bumper car who's been
surrounded."
"I'm trying to home in, dork." He started doing his little shuffle
making his way around one side of the table. When he started to keep
going past the table, he stopped, turned around and said, "Holy Shit,
Tim! I think it's... the coin!"
We both stared at the red coin sitting on the table where he had left
it. I reached out with my mind, and felt the coin. It did almost feel
like it was talking gibberish.
"Yeah, I guess you can say it's spitting out parts of words. But more
like... the letters words are made out of," I said.
"Wow! Hey, I guess you were right. I was just right at the edge. I
didn't know it was gonna hurt to cross it though..." Joey said, not
taking his eyes off the coin.
"Hey, pick it up and find out how it feels to ya now," I suggested.
"Okay," he said as he did so. "Uhm... warm tingly. Maybe a little
stronger, but not anything really.... wait a second.."
I waited a lot longer than a second. More like over a minute, and then
he just sank down in the chair and closed his eyes. I let him take his
time.
After I sat down with him, I could feel his concentration in the air.
It felt almost electric.
"Whoa, Joey.. I can feel you thinking without..... What? You're
picking up something or something.. What is it?"
He stayed silent, motionless. I would have been worried if I hadn't
been able to feel his mind working like some kind of super computer. I
kept trying to probe what he was doing, but it was... incomprehensible
to me. All I got was a bunch of weird shapes, spinning, turning,
sometimes colliding with other. He kept doing the same thing over and
over, but each time with a different shape or pair of shapes.
Finally, Joey made a grimace of discomfort. I felt the electricity in
the air fade away, then he opened his eyes and made a face of dire need.
"What? Does it hurt again?" I asked as he got up kinda funny.
"No, man. I gotta pee!" he said. He hobbled to the bathroom as fast
as he could.
"What were you doing?" I called after him. "What was all those shapes
you were twirling in your head?"
"I was.... ahhhhhh..." he said as he released his bladder. "I was
trying to fit shapes to those... things coming out of the coin. I think
I've got three of them figured out. Hey, go get some paper and a
pencil. I want to draw them."
"Okay.. Hey, you mean you can see the symbols?" I asked as I ran and
got some paper from my room.
"Yeah, I guess you can say that. Not really see them, just sorta feel
their shape. Sorta like I'm a blind man with those magnetic numbers and
letters you get as a kid. I pick one up and run my fingers over them.
Except..." He paused as he zipped up and flushed.
"Except they are like flying in the air, and they don't stop for me to
feel them. I have to keep feeling them as they fly by. And they don't
seem to repeat in any order.
"But I think these three are right," he said as he sat down and took the
pencil. "They were repeated a lot, and I think they go together more
than others. Sorta like.... uhm... what's a word used a lot..."
"Sex?"
"No... stupid. Like, uhm... I know! Like 'the'. You use it all the
time. See? I just used it. And it's part of a bunch of other words
too. Like 'they', 'there', uhm..... I know there are others.."
"Yeah, okay... Do you have any idea how many different symbols there
are? I mean, maybe if there are twenty six, they could just be the
alphabet, but with goofy shapes. If we could figure out what letter
stands for which, we could like figure out what it is saying.."
He stopped drawing a moment to think. "I.. don't... think they could
just be translated like that. I'm pretty sure there are more than
twenty-six of them. More like two hundred and six. Maybe more."
"Oh..." I said. I watched him as he kept drawing, then erasing, then
drawing again. It took him a while, but after staring at the three
figures on the paper for almost three minutes without making any
changes, he sighed and put down the pencil.
"Okay, I guess that's right.. " he said, passing the paper to me.
I sat there, staring at what would be come the very first of thousands
of such symbols Joey and I would record in the next several years. But
for now, the figures on that piece of paper were strangely familiar, but
a mystery to me as to what they were about.
"Hey, do you remember my nightmare? The part about when the man was
taking me over? I saw symbols sorta like these... I wonder if....
Hey! And when my mom was trying to force me to live in the nurses
office... I remember! The command she was using! It was a SYMBOL!"
"You mean, these things are what you use to... control people with?"
"I think so. I mean it would make sense, I guess. I've only seen them
in my dreams though."
"Hey, try making my hand open and close, and I'll try and see if I can
get anything from you.." Joey said excitedly.
"Okay.." I waited as he closed his eyes and started to concentrate.
"Shit," he said opening his eyes. "All I can feel is the coin."
"Okay, I'll just put it in my room."
When I came back, Joey was already concentrating. I felt like I had
walked into a room that was built out of a huge TV screen. The closer I
got to Joey, the stronger the tingly feeling from a screen's surface
became. There really wasn't any static electricity, it just felt like
it.
I started to make Joey's hand clasp and unclasp. I didn't try to see
what was going on it Joey's head, just in case that would interfere with
his sensing of the hand commands. His hand was starting to get tired,
so I had it move onto the table and just tapped his index finger. I got
bored with that after ten minutes, so I started to tap each finger in
order, then tried to do it faster and keep them going without a pause
between his index finger and pinkie taps.
"Hey, not so fast. I can't catch them like that.." Joey muttered.
I slowed them down, and just kept the pattern up for a while. I finally
was bored out of mind enough that I started to get a little horny. I
moved his hand down to his crotch, and had it squeezing it. It was a
repeating pattern, and I was beginning to wonder if Joey was even
noticing it.
Finally, he just grinned, and gave out a frustrated huff. "You know,
it's kinda hard to to concentrate while you're doing that."
"I'm not doing it.. It's your hand.."
He opened his eyes and said, "Well I'll need my hand if I'm going to
draw these.."
We spent the next couple of hours just working on the hand symbols. He
kept having me do a certain movement of his hand whenever he couldn't
remember the shape of the symbol he was drawing, which was often. These
seemed to be a little harder to draw than the coin's three symbols. Of
the six we worked on, it quickly become apparent that they all had the
basic shape. But there were many little points and edges that were
different.
It was almost as if they were all the same symbol, but some edges had
been hit by a hammer, and in other places they had little extra pieces
added on. Something like the differences between the letter E and F.
We didn't realize it that afternoon, but if we had made cardboard
cutouts of those command symbols Joey drew, we would have used exactly
the same about of cardboard for each symbol. Where ever a dent
occurred, the 'volume' lost was made up somewhere else on the figure.
(Strangely enough, the symbols do appear to have three dimensions. But
the third does not have any significance. All of the features are in
the two dimensional form, and that was lucky for us. I can't imagine
Joey and I having to draw three dimensional symbols. We do it all the
time now, using computers to simulate different combinations of symbols
as they interact with others. Joey did all of that in his head. The
reasons will come out much later in the story.)
When my mother got home, we showed her the drawings. Joey had to go
home to eat, and then we both had homework. Especially me since I had
gotten pretty behind. I don't know why it took me so long to figure out
I could just copy what other people knew into my own head, but that
didn't happen for a couple more weeks. Until then, I had to do the work
just like everyone else.
Because of all the time I had been out of school, Higgs didn't allow us
to get out of class until I was caught up, even after I showed him the
drawings. He did, however, talk to me and Joey considerably about them.
His interest in them was almost as great as mine and Joey's. Higg's
believed that they could be of great scientific value, if and when we
ever figured out how they worked.
"I understand how you wouldn't want to reveal you discoveries to the
world right now. But perhaps in ten or twenty years, you will feel
different. I really feel you are working on something that shouldn't be
kept secret forever. I'll help you as much as I can, as long as you
boys remember that your education comes first."
(Like I had mentioned earlier, he guided our research more than I had
realized. Not just by letting us do it on school time, but he also
contributed a lot of the good ideas. I'm not going go into great detail
about his inputs, because quite frankly I don't remember most of them.
We had many conferences together, and we all contributed to the ideas
that came out. But he directed our talks in a manner that got us to
where we needed to go. Without his insight and structure, we would have
never gotten past just drawing a bunch of symbols.)
Suzi, Joey, and I didn't fool around at all until the weekend. And then
we didn't really do much then. Joey and I were too involved in the
symbols, and we all were still sorta all hornied out. But we all looked
forward to the next weekend at my father's, probably for slightly
different reasons.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
It wasn't until the following Monday, exactly three weeks after meeting my
dad, that Suzi suddenly remembered something at lunch.
"Joey! You were supposed to be my servant last month at lunch!" Suzi
suddenly exclaimed.
We were sitting at our usual table with Joey, me, Suzi, Brad, Mindy and
Vito. John had been sitting with some other friends ever since I, and
then Joey started to sit with Suzi and her friends. Lex didn't go to
this high school, so Brad was the only one left from the old Jr. High
group who still sat with us. Mindy was one of Suzi's friends, Marsha
and a few others formed their own separate table because there were just
too many people. Vito was a tenth grader who had hooked up with Mindy,
and we all liked him. He has pretty funny, and he didn't seem to mind
he was sitting with a bunch of freshmen.
Besides, Mindy was a babe, and before Vito showed up, I was worried she
would join the other girls. It wasn't that I had a problem with Marsha
and that gang, they were really pretty nice. But they abandoned us, not
the other way around, and Marsh still held a grudge against me from
stealing Suzi from her.
But today, it would have been much easier if it had just been the three
of us.
"Servant?" Mindy exclaimed.
"Shit. I was hoping you wouldn't ever remember that," Joey said sinking
in his chair.
"Servant?" Mindy repeated.
"Well, tomorrow your gonna pay up, mister," Suzi said with a wicked
grin.
"Servant? Hello? Can anybody hear me?"
"Suzi beat Joey, er, wrestling," I told Mindy.
"Wresting?" Mindy started again.
"Yeah, but you lost to Wanda, and you didn't have to be her servant,"
Joey said darkly.
"Yeah, but that's because she was my dad's sla.. um, you know."
"What?" Brad said. "What were you going to say?"
The three of us just looked at each other, trying to think of something
that sounded like the word slave. We couldn't.
"You don't want to know," I said, reinforcing it with a mental command.
"Yeah, you're right." Brad said.
"So.. why were you wrestling?" Mindy asked. "And how did you beat Joey?
Did you cheat or something?"
"Uhm, no.. I didn't cheat. I just got him in a head lock.." Suzi
admitted.
"So, what are you gonna have Joey do?" Vito asked.
"Oh, you'll just have to wait and see tomorrow," Suzi said deviously.
"Shit," Joey said as he sank down even more. "Come on Suz. I wouldn't
have made you done anything if I had won.."
"Well, that would have been your dumbness. And I like making you
miserable Joey. Your so cute when you're embarrassed."
"Thanks," Joey said, embarrassed.
"See?" Suzi said, raising Joey's arm up in they air. "He blushes from
head to toe. Isn't it.. Cute?"
"Well, at least I don't get horny enough to bonk a door knob when I'm
embarrassed.." Joey said under his breath. Unfortunately, Mindy heard
it.
"What do you mean by that?" Mindy asked. She liked getting the dirt on
people.
"Oh, nothing," Joey said, blushing again.
"Hey Tim, what was the one you wrestled like. Was she a blond?" Brad
asked.
"Actually I don't really know. Uhm, I guess you could say she was a
dirty blond," I said grinning.
"What does that mean?" Vito said.
"Well, I guess you might as well know..." I said still grinning. I
looked at Suzi and said, "Go ahead. Tell them what kind of wrestling it
was."
Suzi started to blush herself, then said, "It was, er, mud wrestling.."
"Mud wrestling?" Mindy said.
"Ohhh hoho! I would have like to have seen that!" Brad said.
"So were you like in swimming suits? Or what?" Vito asked.
"Yeah, what were we in, Timmy?" Suzi said, trying to put me on the spot.
I wasn't going let her do it me, so I just gave her a toothy smile.
"You're not!" Suzi said. Then she groaned, realizing I meant to tell
the truth.
"What? What IS going on with you three?" Mindy said.
I kept my eyed locked on Suzi's blushing face as I said, "It was NUDE
mud wrestling.."
"NUDE?" the three of them said as Suzi gave out a different kind of
groan. She was starting to get wet from the embarrassment.
"You saw her nude? In mud? And another girl too?" Brad said,
flabbergasted.
"You know, I'm starting to wonder if you haven't been drinking some drain
cleaner," Vito said. "You expect us to believe you wrestled in mud,
with a girl you didn't even know the color of her hair, nude?"
"We did, trust me. That's why they beat us. There wasn't anything to
grab a hold of. They slipped through our hands all the time. And they
were used to the mud, we weren't."
"Why were they used to the ... Don't tell me.." Brad said.
"Suzi! You mean you were wrestling another girl.. NAKED?" Mindy said,
shocked.
Suzi really started to blush again. She was enjoying it at a certain
level, and I was having a ball. I shouldn't have been blabbing my mouth
like that, but I couldn't help it.
"Hey, Tim? I think your starting to get a little carried away. Your
gonna make her... uhm... you know.." Joey said.
"Yeah, I know. And she's loving it to," I said.
"Not as much as you are, selfish bastard," Suzi said with a new fire in
her eyes.
"Uhm, so like what did you do after you wrestled?" Vito said, trying to
defuse some of the tension.
"Uhm, we got cleaned up and had dinner with Tim's dad," Joey said.
"So your dad's rich or something?" Brad asked.
"I guess.." I said, not really wanting to talk about my father.
"You guess?" Suzi said, seeing a chance to turn the tables on me. "He
only owns a mansion with who knows how many rooms. Let's see, he has a
limo, an army of servants, gold plated trash cans, shall I go on?
Timmy?"
"Wow! Dang, Tim.. Next time you go over to your dad's house, can I go
too?" Brad asked seriously.
Suzi and I looked at each other, seeing we had done something stupid.
"Maybe. Joey, Suz, and I are going up there with my mom to spend the
weekend, but we... kinda have plans. Maybe next time?"
"What do you mean you have plans?" Mindy asked.
"You know.. Plans.." Suzi said, not knowing what else to say.
"Ohhh, Planned plans," Mindy said sarcastically. "You know, ever since
we started high school, something has been going on with you three..
You're too close. I mean what are you doing that so secret?" Then she
lowered her voice and said to Suzi, "Are you three... doing it?
Together?"
Suzi's face turned red again, then both Joey's and mine did. Nobody
knew what to say to that, so there was a moment of silence.
Brad was looking at me kind of strangely. As we all were getting ready
to leave, Brad pulled me aside and said, "So, why didn't you or Joey
tell me. We all swore we would when we did it with a girl.."
"Sorry Brad. I guess I forgot. Joey and Suz did it the week I was..
uhm, gone. When I found out, I was really upset, but then they wanted
to do it with me too and.."
"They? You mean.... Joey?" Brad said, shocked.
"Uhm, well...." I was trying to stall long enough for me to think.
"I can't believe it," he said. Then real softly so no one else could
hear, "Are you too, like, uhm... you know.."
"What, fags?" I said just as quietly. I was getting a vibe of disgust,
and yet a feeling of excitement. "With Suzi around?"
"No.. just... I've... Uhm," he said nervously. He was confused,
scared, and excited all at the same time. And I knew that just by
looking at him.
"Hey Suzi," I called. "Tell Roddenburger I'll be late. Brad and I
gotta talk."
Brad was surprised at my statement. After all, he didn't know.. Yet.
"Come on. Lets go to my office," I said as I lead Brad past the rest of
the students and past the door guard without anyone questioning my right
to leave.
"Uhm, Tim?" Brad said as we started to climb the stairs to the second
floor. "How come you can come and go like you please? Is it because..
Uhm, like you took those pills and stuff?"
"Nah. I have... Lets just say I have an agreement with Higgs. As long
as I keep my grades up, I can take time off like this. Well, as long as
I have a good reason. And you, my friend," I said putting my hand on
his shoulder," are a good reason."
"Thanks Tim, but I don't really see.. Wait. Where are we going?" he
said as we turned the corner to go up to the third floor.
"To my office. Come on Brad. Everything is on the up and up. I
promise you'll won't get into trouble. If you like, we can go the
office and talk to Higgs first."
"You mean you really have an office? Up here?" Brad said following me
up the stairs.
"Yep. With my own key and everything. Suzi and Joey have a key too."
"Wow. What did you do to get them. Blackmail Higgs or something?"
"Well actually, I helped him out of a jam he got himself in. But I
can't tell you about that. Let's talk about what you were thinking when
you ask me if I was gay." I said as I turned the key in the door.
"Huh?" he said, turning slightly pale.
"I didn't mean to..." he said backing away. He was feeling like I had
brought him up here to confront him, or maybe even make him to have sex
with me, which wasn't what I was going to do.
"I'm talking about that jerk off fantasy you were thinking of. I'm just
going to talk with you. I'm not trying to trick you into anything," I
said inside the room while holding the door open for him.
"How do you know about that?" he said even more alarmed.
"Come on Brad. Get in here and I'll tell you everything. Trust me," I
said, while giving him the "trust me" command.
"Okay, Tim. I do trust you," he said, his panic fading as he walked in.
He sat down on the couch, and I got comfortable in the easy chair I had
obtained last Friday. I scanned his mind, and found what I had
suspected.
"Brad, I'm gonna tell you something that you have to swear never to tell
anyone, even if you think they already know. Do you swear?"
"I guess.."
"No. No guesses, no maybes. You have to mean it too, 'cause I'll know
if you don't."
"But.. I don't know Tim. This is kinda strange.. you're acting kind of
weird with all this.. stuff."
"I can't tell you anything until you swear. You do trust me don't you?"
"Yeah, but... Okay. I swear."
"Good. And you meant it too. Okay. Uhm. Before I tell you anything,
tell me that jerk off fantasy you had. Maybe you will figure it out if
you just say it out loud."
"Uhm.." he said, getting embarrassed. "I don't think that would be a
good idea.."
"You were sitting at home, watching TV. You all of a sudden got really
horny, and started to jerk off... shall I go on? Or can you take it
from there?"
When he didn't answer, I continued. "You were dreaming about Suzi,
about her slipping out of her bikini. You wanted to touch her skin, to
feel her hot body against you. You started feeling your cum rising in
your balls, but not just yours. You felt your left hand on your dick,
you right hand on your ass hole, another had another dick, another
shoving it's fingers into your pussy. When you came, you came with the
orgasm of four people."
Brad's eyes were distant, recalling the events as I said them. He
obviously had a lump in his pants.
"Ever since then, you have tried to get that kind of feeling again, and
couldn't. When you asked me about being a fag, you thought maybe that
we had found a way to do something like that. Joey, me and Suzi. Well,
you were right."
He snapped out of his daze real fast when I said that.
"What do you mean I was right?" He said with a frown.
"I mean, well, Joey, Suzi and I do share our orgasms. Or at least we
used to.. Well anyway.... Brad, I'm sorry. I guess I did that to you
last year by accident. Joey and I thought John.."
"You did it? I KNEW you somehow did that thing in the shower. I KNEW
IT!" He was getting very aggressive. He was standing up, pointing his
finger at me, and was glaring at me. I didn't care of it at all.
"Calm down, Brad. I didn't have to tell you any of this."
"But why did you lie to me. You AND Joey. I knew something was up
with you two. I just thought... I didn't know what to think. Some
friends you are," he said, sitting down on the couch again, but not
relaxing at all.
"Look, I didn't mean to do any of those things. They were accidents. I
didn't even know you had been in the link. Joey and I didn't see
anything during the link that could have told us you had been. We know
John had been, and we didn't tell him anything either."
"Well, I'm gonna tell him," Brad said angrily.
"No you won't. You swore, and now you can't."
"Well, that was before you told me. I'm not going to keep that kind of
a secret from John, not like you had from me. Did you know I thought I
was going nuts? Or that I actually started to jerk off thinking about
holding another guy dick just because of that.. that.." he stopped.
"Brad, I'm sorry. But you can't tell anyone, even if you think you can.
See, I can do more than just... jerk people off.. You're not telling
anyone, and you might as well accept it. As far as what you did after
the jerk off, well, you did it yourself. Nothing I did.."
"Fuck you Tim. You've lost it. You know that? You are one sick puppy.
Why did I ever trust you."
I sighed. I hadn't planned on this, but either I was going to have to
give him more commands, or give him something he wanted.
I empathicly connected to Brad, and began to lower him in to a hypnotic
trance. "Brad, listen to my voice, feel my voice inside your head..
let yourself relax, listening to the air conditioner, the sounds of your
heart, so relaxing, so peaceful.." etc.
I didn't want to give him any commands that may have unforeseen side
affects. I needed him to be suggestible enough to do what I needed to
do.
"Brad, do you remember how good that jerk off felt?"
"Yes..."
"Would you like to feel that way again?"
".... Yes..." he said after a considerable hesitation.
"Would you allow me to make you feel that way?"
"I... No..."
"Why?"
"You.. I.. I don't want to be gay.."
"Brad, relax. Just because you want to feel good doesn't mean your gay.
I'm not gay, and neither are you. You just want to feel good. I'm your
friend, and I want to help you feel good. That's all it is. I won't
touch you, and you won't touch me..
"So, is it okay if I help you feel good?" I asked again.
"I... don't know," he admitted.
I sighed. I knew what I wanted to do, so I did it.
"Brad, remember how horny you felt? Remember Suzi's fingers, going in
and out of her pussy?"
"Yes.."
I connected with him empathically, sharing my horniness with him, then
said, "Now, think of a girl you would really like to see undressing...
Watching her pull her top off, now slipping down her shorts, watching
her smooth perfect legs as they step out of her shorts. Now you're
looking upwards, following her legs up... to her knees, up to where her
legs end, and her panties begin. Can you see her tummy and belly
button?"
"Yess.."
"That's good... Can you see her now starting to move her hands up her
body, slipping her hands behind her, and unclasping her bra?"
"Yess.."
"You dick is really hard now, isn't it."
"Yess.."
"She's taking the bra off now, but she has turned her back towards you.
Would you like her to turn around?"
"Yes.."
"Are you feeling very horny and good?"
"Yes.."
"As she turns around, you will find yourself so horny, you will have to
touch your dick.. Do you still want her to turn around?"
"I... Yes.."
"She's turning around... Brad, you dick wants your hand to rub it. Rub
it Brad, she's turning around... You want too.. You need too.."
"Yes.. I need to." Brad's hands slowly went to his shorts and slipped
his right hand in them. His hand was slowly squeezing it, and his mouth
was open, breathing. He was starting to turn me on.
"Brad, I am going to make you feel even better. Would you like that?"
"Yes.."
I connected us so he would feel my dick as well as his own. I pulled my
shorts and underwear off, then began to slowly pull my pud.
"Brad, can you feel that?"
"Yes... Please... More.."
"No Brad... If you want more, you will have to promise you will not feel
any bad feelings about you and I sharing our jerk off. It is up to you.
We can feel even better than you ever felt before. Better..
"Yes... I want to feel goooood.."
"You really want to feel good, don't you. You would do almost anything
to jerk off and feel that good again, wouldn't you?"
"Yess... Please? Make me feel good?"
"I'm your friend Brad. I want to make you feel good. You know that
now, don't you Brad?"
"Yes.."
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes..."
"Am I your friend?"
"Yes. My friend."
"So you will feel good about everything we have talked about. You want
to feel good, don't you Brad."
"Yes... I want to feel good."
"Brad, you're feeling more alert, more wake now, even more now... even
more now.. Your almost completely awake now.. You're fully alert now..
"You okay?" I asked Brad as he blinked his eyes.
"Yeah, I guess. What did you do?" he said.
"I hypnotized you. Don't worry, I didn't really plant any suggestions.
Can you remember everything I said?"
"I think so. It's kinda like a dream."
"I know. I'm sorry I had to do that. But you weren't giving me any
choice. I didn't want to make you do something you didn't already want
to do."
"Tim, what.. what are you?" Brad said. He seemed to have forgotten that
his hand was in his pants and I was holding my own in plain view.
"Huh? Hmmm... I guess you can say I'm just your average everyday horny
guy that can read minds and change them if I want. But I don't want to
do anything to you. At least nothing you don't want me to do already."
"So, what now? I mean...." He stopped and opened his eyes wide. His
face even turned pale from fright.
"What? Brad, What's the matter?"
"I didn't mean too. I.. I.. Didn't want to think about it, but
somehow... It just popped my head.. That girl you wrestled. You were
going to call her your dad's ..." he stopped.
"Slave, yeah. But not mine. I'm not like my dad. Now stop worrying.
You're not going to be anyone's slave unless you want to be. Come on,
Brad. You're my friend. Besides, like I said, I'm not gay. I like girls
a heck of lot more than guys."
"But what about Joey? Isn't he... and Suzi? Aren't they..."
"No! What do you think I am?? God no. I love them, man. I could
never do something like that."
"Oh... I thought... I'm sorry.. I guess they don't act like their your
slaves.."
"Look Brad. I brought you up here to level with you. I've done that.
Now level with me. Do you want to feel good like that again?"
"Well, yeah. Wouldn't anyone?"
"Even if it means that me, maybe Joey, probably Suzi, and maybe others
later would be sharing it with you?"
"Uhm. Like doing to each other? I don't..."
"No. Well, I can't say that for sure, but I can promise you would be
the only one to do it to you if you want it that way. You can even be
in your own room alone when we all do it."
"Really? You mean just like last time?"
"Yeah but better. If you want, you might even talk Suzi into trading
bodies with you.. She kinda gets a kick out of having a dick.."
"REALLY? Cool! Yeah, okay. You mean I would be in her body? And like
look at it and do.. stuff?"
"As long as you don't mind her doing the same. I can't promise you she
will do it. But I think she would. She likes you enough. She even
talked about blowing you once, just to see how you taste.."
"Man... Uhm, Tim? Can we talk about something else? I'm not
really..."
"Hey. I'm hard too, so I say we have a two way right now. Think of it
as the handshake that closes the deal. Okay?"
"I don't know... I mean, it just feels wrong."
I connected up to him again, feeling his hardon starting to wither. I
quickly shared my side of the link, and that reversed the process.
"Are you sure?" I said as I started to wank it.
"Uhhhhhh!" Brad said as his hand started to slip in his shorts again.
His eyes got a distant look, and he slid his butt closer to the edge of
the couch.
"Brad, lay down, bud. You got the whole couch to yourself. I won't
even be watching you, so you might as well pull it out and do it right."
I pulled the lever on the easy chair, pushed the back down, and started
to pound away. Brad had followed my suggestions, and I had kinda went
back on my word and peeked just before I had laid back. I was slightly
disappointed in finding that his had grown bigger than mine over the
year also. It was kinda unfair that I had started out so much bigger
than anyone else, but within a year, I had become the one they could
call peewee. I wasn't really worried, however. My dad had a much
bigger cock than any of them. I just hoped I hadn't inherited mine from
my mother's side of the family.
(It turned out average size, thank you very much. Good thing too. You
can't go around fucking everyone's ass if yours is as big as a horse's.)
As I felt us starting to close on our goal, I was suddenly curious as to
what he was imagining right then. I peeked, and nearly lost my grip.
He was imagining he was kissing Katie' tits. That had certainly been
quite a coincidence. And it really had been, too.
Brad's image of her naked was not very accurate, but then I had never
seen her naked either, except briefly through her own eyes. I figured
he was probably as close to the real thing as my image was. I decided
we would find out together someday soon.
I was tempted to inform him of my decision to make his current fantasy
cum true, but at his current state of arousal, it would have been
wasted. I figured on telling him next time, just as we get started.
His fantasy had made it to the point were he had found what was going to
send him over the edge. I felt our balls retract, the cum boiling at
the roots, all while he replayed imagining his dick sliding across her
smooth tanned belly, just below and beside her belly button, leaving a
smeared trail of precum.
That probably sent me over the edge first, pulling him with me. The
orgasm was very good, the best two way I had felt for a very long time.
It was clearly lacking Suzi's contribution, but still, I hadn't as much
as jerked off since the last three way with the two, so it was absolutely
heaven.
I was moaning and thrusting as my load shot up in the air. I actually
hit the ceiling once, and another landed on my forehead and hair. I had
barely taken notice of Brad's actions during the orgasm. He had simply
squeaked, and went stiff. Very quiet compared to mine.
I came out of the post orgasm daze before Brad did, and found I very
much wanted to go over and hold him. I thought about it, and realized
it was just what Suzi, Joey, and I would have done. It was more habit
than anything. But what wasn't habit was the yearning to go and taste
him.
"Probably been in Suzi's head too much," I thought to myself.
I laid there staring up at the wet spot on the ceiling I had made,
wondering if it would ever drip. I didn't want to shorten Brad's high.
But when I found my eyes starting to close, I realized it had been way
too long. I shook my sleepiness away, and slowly brought the chair back
to a sitting position. Brad was asleep, underwear and shorts at his
knees, his right hand still holding his semisoft dick, and his mouth was
open slightly.
My hardon came back, but I stuffed it in my shorts. I stood there,
feeling a lust for his body flow through me. I got a hold of myself,
and checked the time. Class had started ten minutes before.
I was about to wake him, then realized I probably would never find out
what he tasted like if I didn't right then. I gave in to my desires
slightly, and made sure Brad wouldn't awaken before I was done. I
looked at the puddles of cooling cum, felt my lust flow through my
blood, knelt down, and slurped all three up before I sucked down his rod
which I had forced to harden like steel.
As I rapped my tongue around his meat, and the signal from my taste buds
had just reached my brain, I had the most horrible and frightening
thought.
"What if it does taste like shit?"
That was the first and last dick I ever took into my mouth.
(Side note: I never actually purposely tasted mine or anyone's else's
shit, so I am somewhat mystified how I even knew what it tasted like.
The taste I imagined was accurate to what I had found in other peoples
memories at a later time. I suppose I must have tasted it at one time
or another accidentally, but I don't recall that event. I still have
trouble understanding why some people find it erotic messing with it.
Perhaps I am biased against it, so what is so sexual about shit?)
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
Chapter IV: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 - Brad and Sandi
Part 2 - Brothers and Sisters
(mfmm-TP-Mast, f-solo w/toys, mf incest)
"What's taking her so long.." Joey moaned as adjusted his hardon in his
shorts.
We were in my room, waiting for Suzi for our first official four way.
The four of us had planned on doing it Wednesday, our regularly
scheduled three way time. I was a little nervous, mostly because I
didn't know if I could do a four way yet.
Everyone had agreed that for this first time, we would all stay in our
own bodies. I didn't want a repeat of our first three way, which had
felt like I had rented my brain out as a soccer ball for the evening.
Brad had called twice now. I wanted to connect to Suzi and Joey first,
then I would call Brad and connect to him too. I was able to connect to
Suzi almost no matter where she was by that time, but right now Suzi was
busy trying to get rid of her brother. It aggravated me that she
wouldn't let me take care of him. I was pretty sure she liked the
possibility he could be watching her at any time. Suzi was turning out
to be a real... well, Suzi I guess.
"She's sucken' her brother off right now so she can have a little
privacy," I said to Joey.
"Ha Ha. If she was, your boner would be sticking out of your pants my
now."
As my boner began to stick out of my pants, Joey said, "You forget. I
can see you think, remember?"
I canceled my own arousal commands, and my dick went back to standby
mode - a semi woody.
"Whoa!" I said under my breath as I checked with Suzi again.
"What! Don't tell me Suzi and Marsha got back together again. I won't
believe that either."
"No. Suzi's watching her brother jack off."
"No Shit? Can I see?"
"Wait... Okay, there."
"Holy Shit. You know? If Suzi and I ever get married, at least I know
our kids will be hung."
"Fuck you.... Heh. I guess well have to stop saying that to each other
unless we mean it."
"What she doin'?" Joey said, almost alarmed.
"Ah Fuck.. She's gonna do it. Should I stop her?"
"Too late. He sees her. Shit, it's big. You know what this means.."
"Yeah... It's only a matter of time before she get tired of our little
things and gets her brother's.... Ohh shit... I don't know if I can
hold off." I took my dick out and pumped it slowly.
"Hey, what about Brad. I don't think there's gonna be a four way if she
keeps this up.... Shit. I thing he's gonna cum just from her jacken'
him off."
"Fuck Brad. He can wait. I'm not going to broadcast this out like I'm
some kind of TV station. Let him go molest his own sister. She has
tits. Sorta."
"Ah man... But if only we could get this on tape. We could make money.....
Ohh man. She's gonna put in her mouth.."
"Yep. Here we go..... What the Fuck?"
"Oh shit. It's her mom!"
"Man! Does she looked Pissed. Wow! Feel how wet Suzi is getting. She
must be as red as a tomato."
"Hey, aren't you going to get her out of this?"
"Nope. Serves her right. Besides. Do you want to encourage her doin'
her brother?"
"You didn't arrange this, did you? I mean, she really is dripping, and
it does feel.."
"Nope. I had nothing to do with it. Wish I had thought of it though.
I'll have to remember this if I ever run into this kind of problem
again. Let the parents catch them. I'll have to right it down
somewhere."
"Well, shows over. Suzi sure is feeling hot."
"Yeah. And she just told her mom she's going to her room, so that our
cue. Hey, dial Brads number will you? I gotta go pee first."
I really hadn't arranged any of it. But I strongly suspected Suzi had.
I cut Joey out of the link for a moment, and then established a stronger
one with Suzi to see if she had.
"Yep. Damn she's good. Not only did she give us a show, she got a real
blast from doing it, AND took care of her brother's interruptions," I
said to myself.
Then I thought to Suzi, "I got to hand it to you... You are one smart,
sexy, and SICK girl. But I think you're probably the most incredible
woman on this planet."
"Thank you. Remind me to blow you later for being so sweet," she
replied.
After I let her shake, zip, and flush for me, I broke her connection as
well. I walked out the bathroom and reconnected to Joey and Suzi in the
normal way.
As I had never been to Brad's house before, I took Joey and Suzi mind
hopping, following Brad's directions over the phone on how to get to his
house. It was a really fun joy ride, especially when we had popped into
the minds of a kissing couple, each of us having a turn of kissing using
the man or the woman. Joey wanted to stay and play, but since I was
driving, we continued our quest.
We took a couple of dead ends, not because of the streets ended, but
because the person who we popped into wasn't near enough to anyone
except the person we had just popped out of. My range was limited,
especially when carrying passengers.
(I didn't figure out how to do a mental sweep for another year, which
would have been a lot faster, but never as much fun.)
Once we had finally arrived at Brad's house, I was already pretty tired.
After all, I had been basically doing almost fifty four ways to get
there. But after drinking a glass of my fathers drink while sharing the
taste and resulting horniness with everyone, I felt ready to proceed.
It became a tradition to drink that before all of our four ways, and
later five ways, six ways, seven ways.. well, you get the picture.
(I generally limit myself to fifteen nowadays when just sharing
masturbations. My current maximum is actually twenty-three, but most of
the people involved are still complaining of headaches whenever they
think of sex. And I still can't handle more than six if we all swap
bodies. Needless to say, I haven't masturbated alone since the last
time mentioned in this story, many many chapters ago.)
Brad was very nervous, even with the effects of the drink. I linked him
up with me first, then Joey, and while Joey and Brad started to wank, I
slipped Suzi in. Whoa buddy, you should have felt the surge in Brad's
dick. He almost came, which meant we all almost came. After that
scare, I quickly put a limit on everyone's but mine so we wouldn't cum
before I was ready. After all, I was still the one driving.
Brad really concentrated on Suzi's sensations her body was having, and
we concentrated on feeling this new body from the inside.
(I never get tired of feeling a new body as they have their first
multiway with the opposite sex. They become so filled with energy, it's
like a drug. In fact, I consider myself hopelessly addicted to that
drug, so I am always looking for one new member for each of my
multiways. No more than one, though. I'm afraid to find out how much
more addicted I would become with two new members in a single session.)
We were starting to get there when Brad was interrupted by his younger
sister coming home for school. I couldn't help remembering my words to
Joey about her, and I couldn't resist to see if Brad had ever fantasized
about his sister. Unfortunately I was a little sloppy in my personal
probe, and moments after I knew, everyone in the link new.
"Awwwe man. I can't believe you found out..." Brad said, his dick
starting to wither.
"Suz, can I play back a little part of your.... earlier experience with
your brother?"
"Uhm, I guess so. All it could do is embarrass me, and we all know what
that does..."
"Yeah. Makes you into Miss Niagara Falls," Joey thought.
"Don't get me started, Mister 'I think I broke it'." Suzi thought back.
I played the part where she was jerkin her brother with her hand, and
cut it off a moment before her mom came in. I wanted to reassure him,
not scare him shitless of getting caught.
It worked like a charm, but now his thoughts kept flipping from Suzi
live, Suzi Memorex, and a time he had seen his sister naked a few months
back.
On a private thought band, I asked Suzi if I should ask Brad about
seeing if his sister would be.. interested in him.
"Well, I think it might be wise if you let me do the checking after you
slipped up with Brad. Then I could tell you whether or not to even ask
him."
"Yeah, okay. It would be best to have a woman's point of view of it
anyway. I'll make the connection, but be as fast as you can. I don't
want my head pounding because I tried a partial five way."
"Dial the number, operator. I'll be a quick as I can.."
Not even a second later, Suzi came back.
"She's in her room, playing with herself, thinking about him doing
himself the other night. Oh God! I'm so WET!"
"Man, Suz. We got to get you another woman to play with. But not her.
She is to young for my tastes."
"You wouldn't think that if you peeked into her head. Her mind is
dirtier than.... than Joey's! You have to tell him. She's considering
lots of worse things than doing it with her brother."
"But she is only eleven! Is she really that... "
"Slutty is the word you're looking for."
"Uhm, thanks. Okay."
Then to Brad, "Hey, would you like to know if your sister feels the same
way about you as you do her or not?"
"I guess.. At least I would know." he replied.
"She's friggen herself right now thinking about you shooting off in the
bathroom the other night!" Suzi couldn't help but blurt out.
"She is?" he thought as his dick hit it's max capacity pressure. His
hand started to become a blur of motion.
"Whoa, slow down there Tex. Look, if everybody promises not to touch
themselves while I do it, I'll try to connect us all to her thoughts.
The first one who touches themselves gets taken out of the loop so the
rest of us can enjoy. Understand?"
After I got everyone's agreement, I linked her up. I got a:
"Okay, I'm dialing the number and .... HOLLY SHIT-SHA-BOBS!" from me.
"Shit!" from Joey,
"See! What did I say!" from Suzi,
and a "SANDI, WHAT THE FUCK?" from Brad.
Sandi had a dick shaped vibrator in her ass, another in her front door,
and a third which she was sucking on with vigor. Luckily I had
purposely not connected any of her sexual pleasure senses to us,
otherwise I know I would have overloaded. My brain would probably have
first been cooked, then fried, toasted, buttered, toasted again, then
would have exploded just in case anything still worked.
For a moment I thought somehow I had goofed again when Sandi had stopped
at Brad's outburst. But I realized there had been two echoes, meaning
Brad had not only thought it, he had yelled it, and I had picked it up
through her ears as well as his. But when she hadn't heard anything
else, she went back to working the two vibrators in and out of her.
Her thoughts were totally sexually twisted. I had to break our five way
down to just the basics, no longer linking our four sexual energies.
None of us needed it with this sexual generator going.
I felt Brad moving, and found him marching to his sisters room, trying
the handle, finding it locked, then kicking the door in. His sister
nearly popped all three out from the shock, but then she nearly orgasmed
when she saw her brother's hard cock standing out. He was naked from
the waste down.
Brad just stood there, not knowing what to do. His sister did, however.
She succulently pulled the vibrator out of her mouth, licked her lips,
swapped it with the one in her puss, then sucked her own juices from the
second one. She then scooted her body so that her head was over the
edge of the bed. She must have deep throated the fake organ, for the
tip was the only thing showing before she pulled it out completely. She
closed her eyes, and with her head hanging off the bed still, she said
in her unbelievably sexual voice, "Come brother. I wish to suck the cum
straight from your testiessss." Then she just laid there, still slowly
pumping the two remaining vibrators in and out, her mouth just hanging
open waiting.
Well, what's a guy to do. Brad was no longer in control of himself
anyway, inserting his throbbing member into her mouth, his body being
operated by his own lust. I wish I could have felt it when she sucked
in clear down into her throat.
Suzi thought to me, "Tim, has your father or someone done this to
her?"
"I'm already checking for that. But.... I can't find anything...
Wait... Here it is, but it isn't that. Two men... they gave her
something about a year ago. Some kind of sweet candy. It made her
hunger for it again, and they gave her some every week after she did
what ever they wanted. They must have brainwashed her sorta. I think
they were reducing the amount of whatever they put in the candy once she
had related sex with the hunger.
"She hasn't seen them for two weeks. She thinks they must have either
gotten tired of her, or got caught by the cops. Anyway, she'll do
anything to get her high. And now that high is Brad."
"Shit! He just came. Man I wish we could be feeling that." Joey said.
"I know I'd be unconscious if we had tried..... Look at her. She's
kept him hard. Shit. She's a better at that than anything my dad
has."
"Man, I wish I had a sister like that..."
"Heh. You have Suzi. That's all you need.."
"We have Suzi, you mean. I heard you tell Suz all that stuff. Right
now she's not anymore mine than yours."
"Looks like she not even ours. Damn Suz. Why don't you just stick your
whole hand in there. It be.... Holy Shit! She did.... GOD DAMN!
Come on Joe. Looks like there's only you and me left. I'll do you if
you do me..."
"UUGHHHHH!" Joey said as he came.
"Shit. Last man out again. Figures," I said, breaking all links.
I looked down at my drooping neglected dick. "Well little buddy? Looks
like it's just you and me doing the solo thing once more." It drooped
even more.
Just as I got comfy on my back, Joey rolled on top of me, sliming his
cum between his belly and mine.
"Hey, you wanna dance?" Joey said. Then he licked my lips, then kissed
them. I felt his dick harden against my tummy.
When we came up for air, I said "Okay, but _I_ get to lead," and rolled
us over.
"Are you gonna let Suzi in on this?" Joey asked when we came up for air
again.
"Well, after her show with her brother, I suppose it would be only
fair... But, you know? We never get any quality time together. I
kinda miss the old days when it was just you and me jerkin off with the
penthouse girls.."
"Yeah, well, that was a long long time and a virginity ago. Two for you
as a matter of fact... Hey, if you really want too.. You can take my
other right now.."
"Thanks Joe. But we don't have any KY, and Suz would have a fit if she
wasn't physically in on it. How about we do it like we did the very
first time we did it to each other.. You know, between the legs."
"I've got a better idea. How about I suck you, you suck me?"
"Nope. Sorry. I tried one dick, won't try no more. Heh. You were
right all this time Joey... They do taste like shit."
"Well, I can't really say I'm all that disappointed. I guess I only
wanted to because I figured you would want me to, and so we could do it
together.. I'll still do it for ya, if you want me too. But that's
because I love ya, not because I want ta."
"Nope. Let's just cross dicks off our diet. There's barely enough with
Suzi around anyway," I said, grinding mine into his.
"Speaking of Suzi.."
"She can just watch it as a rerun. Now are we gonna do this or what?"
"Mount up, partner."
When we both came in the private two way, we both exclaimed "YEEEEEEEEE-
HAAAAAA!!", but not exactly the way a cowboy would say it. Still...
Pity there wasn't sunset to 'ride' into.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip
Chapter IV: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 - Brad and Sandi
Part 3 - Your Sister, Your Slave
(mc, incest mf, mfmm)
"What am I gonna do?" Brad moaned, with his face in his hands. "She
sucked on me so long yesterday, it feels raw. I came three times all
with in an hour. And she still wanted more!"
It was the next day at lunch. Mindy and Vito suddenly felt like sitting
with Marsha and company just for today. The four of us were able to
talk without worrying about what we said.
"She came into my room last night, and wanted to sleep with me. I
didn't get a wink of sleep. I think she sucked on it in her sleep like
she used to as a baby. But at least back then her nibbly was a piece of
rubber. I think she'll draw blood tonight if she does that again.."
Even though we were upset about this ourselves, Joey and I still
couldn't help have a woody thinking about it.
"Brad.. I not sure if I can, but if you want, I will try and help
her.." I offered.
"You will? Yeah, I guess you can. Could you put her back to normal or
something?"
"From what I saw yesterday, no. I can't put anything back the way it
was before she had that piece of candy. I got to tell you something,
but don't get upset when I tell you. It isn't for sure yet, and even if
it is, it doesn't mean she can't be helped. Okay?" I said, trying to
brace him.
"Shit. Okay."
"I'm pretty sure she has some brain damage. Whatever was in that candy
burnt her pleasure center out real bad. From what I saw, the only thing
that can give her pleasure is a lot of stimulation, and that's why she
had to have both of her holes going like that. She's the same little
girl you always knew, except she's addicted to sex like it was water."
"Shit. I'm not sure I can handle this. I'm pretty sure my thingy
can't. Do you think I should tell my mom and dad?"
"That's up to you. But I wouldn't, at least not until I get a chance
and see what we can do. I can't fix the damage, but maybe we can find
other things that can stimulate her. Nonsexual stuff."
"What about some drugs? If it satisfies her.."
"The only thing I think that would do that would be the stuff in that
candy, and that would just make things worse."
"What about your dad. Can't he do something?"
"You don't want him to even know about your sister," Suzi interceded.
"Oh, sorry Tim. I didn't mean to talk about your dad like that."
"No, it's okay. Your completely right, Suzi. Brad, if you want your
sister to get better, maybe even live her life like a normal person and
not as some sex machine, I'm probably the best hope she has. You'd
never see her again if my dad ever found out."
"Shit. What do we gotta do?"
"Well..." I pause, knowing how everyone was about to react. "I'm gonna
have to make her our slave for one.."
"WHAT!" Brad exclaimed.
"Timmy, you're not serious!" Suzi said in a worried tone. "That's..
evil."
"Yeah, Tim. You can't. It's just not right," Joey said.
"I know, I know. But if I don't, she is going to start seducing the
boys in her class, her teacher, her dad, and any other male she can.
Right now she's dreaming of having her teacher do her while sucking
Brad."
"But.. A slave?" Brad said numbly.
"We have to give her something that lets her keep herself under control
while we find other things to give her pleasure. If I just made her
stop all together, she'd go into a deep depression and eventually lose
her will to live."
"Timmy, it is still wrong. It's something your father would do.." Suzi
said softly.
"I don't think so. We're going to enslave her so we can free her later.
If we don't help her, she'll enslave herself before she's sixteen. She
was going to run away this weekend to try and find those two men.
"Look, I didn't get a wink of sleep either last night thinking about
this. I don't want to do it, but I can't think of any other way to keep
her getting worse. I've gone through her mind pretty good now, and she
won't last much longer if I don't. She was thinking about trying out
other drugs, and finding a group of men to do her all the time.. I
mean, she's.... desperate. She probably would have wound up in your
bed last night even if you hadn't gone in her room and let her do what
she did, Brad."
"Shit. I've got to think about this. I'll call you after school to
tell you, okay?"
"Better yet, I'll come home with you, and we can both talk to her about
it. Your sister isn't a mindless sex machine, you know. At least not
yet. Up until this week, she was still managing to do her school work,
and doing normal things most of the time. She is really scared about
what is happening. It will really be up to her, not you. But you'll
have to be her master most of the time, and it wouldn't work any other
way. So that's why you have to agree before we ask her. So, think
about it.
"If you want, I'll get you out of class for the rest of the day so you
can think. We can even go pick her up and take her home now if you
want. I don't think you, me, or your sister are gonna get anything out
of being at school today."
Brad looked at Joey and Suzi and asked, "What do you think I should do?"
Joe and Suz looked at each other, then Suzi said, "I'm not sure if I
like it, but I trust Timmy. He won't do anything bad to her."
"Yeah," Joey added, "If there is anyone you can trust with your
sister, it would have to be Tim. I couldn't be trusted, that's for
sure.."
"I don't think I trust myself," Brad said, closing his eyes. He sat
there a minute, and the rest of us finished our lunch and waited.
"Okay, lets go," Brad finally announced. "I'm gonna go bonkers if we
don't do something."
"Okay, lets go to Higgs and tell him what's up. Maybe he can call over
there and with my help, arrange to have her ready to go. Hmmm. Let's
see... We'll need a ride too."
I sent my mind out, popping around a bunch of the seniors heads, looking
for someone with a car and who was leaving soon.
"Heh. Hey Joey, guess whose been fibbin' to ya."
"Who?" Joey said.
"Ted Philips."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"He's never done a girl in the rear."
"Really? Then how... OHhhhh... Really?"
"No, not really... Heheh. He's done it girls, ya. But he was just
thinking about how it would feel if someone we all know and love did it
to him."
"Oh yeah? Who?"
"I'm talking to him."
"ME???! That's sick!"
"Then why did you just now get a woody?"
"Shut UP! And keep your mind out of my pants."
"Okay, but maybe I'll slip him your number while he drives us over to
the grade school and then to Brad's house."
"Fuck you, man."
"Already did so," I said as we all got up.
Brad and I went to the office, and I explained everything to Higgs. He
was clearly upset about what we were proposing to do. For the first
time, I linked up with him, showed him briefly what was going on in
Sandi's head right then, and he finally agreed.
"I don't like it, but with all that you've been going through lately, I
suppose you couldn't take advantage of her any more than anyone else.
I'm glad you take the time out to talk to me about these things instead
of just doing your little magic to get what you want. I'll do it, but
tell me something. If I had refused, what would you have done?"
"I'd rethink it out, probably talking it over with you. If I couldn't
convince you, I'd probably call my mom and talk it over with her. If
she said okay, then I guess I would have done it even if you still
didn't. But if she didn't then I wouldn't have."
"That's sounds like what I do at home," Brad said. "I ask my mom first,
then if she says no, I ask my dad. If they both say no, most of the
time I don't, but if either of them say yes... Well, you know."
Higgs and I both at that moment shared a realization that I thought of
him more of a father figure than just my principle. I kind of looked at
Higgs a little differently from then on. And I suppose he did the same
with me.
Without telling them any details, Higgs and I convinced the grade school
principle to release Sandi into her brother's care. It was against the
rules, but rules tend to get a bit bent when I'm around.
I met Ted in person for the first time that day, but within a few
minutes, we were best buddies, as if we had been friends forever. And I
didn't even have to do anything to him. Ted was one of those people who
got along with everyone. You just couldn't help but like him. I later
wondered if he had any empathic powers himself, but I never found out
for sure.
Even though we were on a serious mission, I couldn't help but play with
the idea of Joey doing Ted. After I gave Brad a quick mental note about
what I was up to, I said, "Hey, I'd like to thank you for helping me and
Joey out."
"Holy Shit.." he said, partly because he almost hit the car in front of
him when he had realized what I was meaning. He turned a little red,
then said, "I thought he wanted.. you know.. do a girl."
"Oh, we did that too. But he did me first. That's why I wanted to
thank you. Joey was great. He followed everything you said."
No one said anything for minute or two. While he drove, I felt his mind
churning about what I had said and what he and Joey had talked about.
"Did he use my tongue line?" he said with little grin. He was keeping
his eyes on the road, but his attention was on me.
"Yeah, and it worked. I think Joey kinda looks up to ya now. He talks
about you a lot."
"Really? Dang. That's cool. I was kinda wondering how things turned
out with him. He was so interested with what I knew, it kinda felt like
he, err..."
"Like he was you little brother? Yeah, I can see how talking about that
stuff makes you feel that way.... So, you ever have it done to you?" I
asked, already knowing the answer.
"No way!.. Oh, sorry... But you know how it is. I like girls, that's
all."
"So do Joey and I. But man, it does feel good. Haven't you ever
wondered what it felt like when you were doing it did it to a girl?"
He turned a little red again, hesitating only slightly before he
replied.
"Yeah, I guess I've wondered. But that's about as far as I've let it
go, you know?"
"Then how come you got a woody thinking about Joey doin' it to you."
This time his foot hit the brakes, making us all jerk forward.
"What the fuck! Look, you little..." he started.
I linked up with him, and played back my own memory of when Joey was
doing me while Suzi was underneath me. I had to edit out the sensations
from Suzi's and Joey's links, but my own sensations were more than
enough to get my point across.
Ted came out of his daze when the person behind us honked. As he
started the car moving again, he glanced at me a couple of times, then
said "How did you do that. That thing in my head."
"Oh, it's just a little thing I picked up somewhere," I said
mysteriously. "Don't worry about it," I said while mentally reinforcing
that suggestion.
After another few minutes of silent driving, and we were pulling into
the school grounds.
"Well, I guess that's your sister, huh?" Ted said as we pulled in front
of the elementary school. Sandi was waiting, her eyes expectant, almost
hungry looking.
"Yeah, that's her," Brad said as she hurried over. "Or at least...
never mind."
I patted Brad on the back, which didn't go by unnoticed by Ted. He knew
something strange was up, but he knew better than to stick his nose into
someone else's business.
"What's going on? Why are you picking me up from school?" Sandi asked
Brad as she got in. Her eyes still had a look of hunger, and she had
high hopes that she knew why.
"We gotta have a talk when we get home. Tim thinks he can help," Brad
said, glancing down to her hand rubbing up and down at her crotch.
"Not _that_ kind of help, Sandi.." I said when I felt her hungry eyes
upon me.
"Uhm, where to next?" Ted said, a little nervously. Sandi was spooking
him.
Brad acted as navigator, telling Ted when to make turns. I couldn't
help but grin to myself when we passed the spot where the couple had
been making out yesterday. At the same time, though, I was busy
looking over Sandi's mind again, and trying to cool her fires. The
strain of being in a car with three guys was almost too much for her. I
finally gave up and just turned her sex drive totally off for the trip.
Her eyes lost the hunger, but they also lost their sparkle. She just
kind of went limp all over, like the life had been drained out of her.
The trip was only about five minutes long once we had picked up Sandi.
When we pulled into Brad's driveway besides another car, Brad said,
"Shit. My dad's home. He usually doesn't get home before 5:30."
I reached out with my mind and found that both of his parents were home.
"Uhm, looks like they wanted to have some time alone. Oh.. Heh. Looks
like their working on making a new little brother or sister for you
two.... Yep. That's what their doing it for."
Brad shuttered as the concept of his parents having sex went through his
mind. Sandi's mind was numb. She just didn't care about anything at
that point.
"Well? What do you want to do?" Ted asked. "I mean, I don't have
anything I have to do today, but I don't really want to be driving you
guys all over town either. I'll drop you off where ever you want, but
then I'm headin' home."
"Where do you live?" I asked as I looked it up in his mind anyway.
"Just a couple of blocks away. Why?"
A new plan formed in my head, and Ted was part of the plan.
"Brad, do you mind if Ted joins us? I think he could really help." I
said out loud to Brad.
"Uhm, I guess. You seem to know what your doing, so I'll trust ya."
"Join you in what?" Ted said, irritated. "Look, I've been really nice
about all..."
"Sandi needs you to fuck her. Ted and I are too... uhm, well...
small... to make her feel good. She's kinda.."
"Fuck her? Are you nuts? She just a kid! And she's his sister, and..
It's sick!" Ted said getting angry.
I quickly explained the what, how, and why to him, mostly using links to
speed things up. I didn't take all that much. I could have just played
Brad's memory of watching Sandi with the three vibrating dildos. Of
course he might have cum in his pants if I hadn't explained how she had
become that way first.
"Okay.... Shit. Hell, I'll do anything you say just to get a live look
at her with her holes plugged like that..... So, where to?" Ted asked.
"Your place," I said.
"My place? Okay, but why my place?" Ted asked while pulling back out
the driveway.
"Because no one will be there, you have all the things we need, and it
is close to their house that they could walk if they have to. My mom
can just pick me up when she comes home from work."
"So, does your mom do this kind of stuff too?" Ted asked.
"She used to, but she got into trouble and now she wont use her powers
unless she has the person's permission or if her life is in danger. Or
I guess my life, too."
"Oh yeah, I heard something about that... The one with the red mailbox
is mine. I got my own place above the garage."
"Sorta like 'Happy Days', huh? Fonz." I said with a grin.
"Aeeeeeeee," he replied while he shut off the motor. "Lucky for you I
have a car, and not a motorcycle."
"Heh," I said out loud. Then I thought to myself, "You mean, luck for
you.."
We climbed the steps up to the apartment above his parent's garage. The
place was pretty cool, if just a tad messy. Ted was a little
embarrassed when he realized there were a couple of pairs of underwear
laying around, not all his gender.
Sandi was like a zombie almost. She simply followed our instructions
without question, with a empty sad look on her face. She hadn't said a
word.
I sat down next to the girl, took her hands in mine, and drew her
attention to my face. I looked her in the eyes, formed a empathic link,
and nearly broke it off from the sheer joylessness I had felt. I turned
down the 'volume' I was receiving from her, and started to let her feel
my hope in helping her.
"What ever you're doing, keep doing it," Brad said when he saw some life
return to her eyes.
"I'm sorta giving her a blood transfusion, except it's not blood, but
hope. Sandi, you can't give up yet. I'm gonna try and help you.
Okay?"
"Okay.." Sandi said softly.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind. I've put a lot of thought
into this, and I think it will work. But I'm not going to do it unless
you agree to it first. Those men didn't tell you what that candy would
make you into, but I'm going to tell you exactly what I will, and then
you get to decide whether to trust me and let me do it. Okay?"
"I didn't know. I really didn't know. I should have never tasted that
first piece. But it was soooo.. good," she said sadly.
"It's okay, Sandi," Brad comforted. "We know you didn't have any
choice. It was those men.. If I ever see them, I'll.. I'll.. I'll kill
them!"
Sandi's face filled with panic, but I soothed her using the empathic
connection.
"Sandi, listen to me carefully. The drug in that candy has almost
destroyed the part in you brain that lets you feel pleasure. If you
ever had another piece of it, you probably would never feel pleasure
again after that last surge from the drug itself. Even sex wouldn't
feel good to you.
"I know you don't understand how I'll do this, or how I know what I
know. You will have to trust me, your brother, and, well, Ted here too.
You can still feel pleasure, and you can feel it for anything you used
to feel it for. Those men tricked you to think you can only feel it
about sex. But now, even I can't make you feel pleasure for anything
but sex. The only person who can do that is you."
"Me? I can't. There is nothing else but sex.... That's all I can feel
anymore. That's the only thing I want. I'll do anything you want. I
hate this. I want to feel good. Sometimes I wish I was dead just so I
wouldn't have too do.."
"Sandi, I know. I wanted to be dead too, once. But I can give you
something better than that. I can make it so you don't care how horny
you are, or how much sex you get. You would be free from all of that,
while you learn how to feel good from other things you do, not just sex.
You will have plenty of sex, but only with me, Brad, Ted here, and maybe
a few more. But not with the high school basketball team like you were
dreaming of last night. And you will definitely not be doing it with
your dad. And the best of all, you won't want too do it with anyone but
us. Understand? You will be happy that way."
"Happy? I want to feel happy again. What are you going to do to me to
make me like that?"
"I'm going to make you our slave. You will become totally willing to do
anything we ask, you will love us, your only drive in your life would be
to please us. We would be your masters, you our slave. You will still
be Sandi, have all your memories and dreams. But the only thing that
you will want to do is serve and please us, body, mind, and soul.
"It will make you happy to do as we say, and we will use you as we wish.
But as we do, you will find the things you do for us make you feel good.
Probably not at first except with sex, but you will. And when you are
ready, I'll free you, and you can go back to being a more normal person,
only having sex when you find someone you want to love, not because it
is your only pleasure."
That was all I had to say, so I sat quietly waiting for her to make up
her mind. I feared if she said no, it might cause her to go into shock.
I would have lost that hope she was feeding on, and she had lost her own
hope a long time ago. But the answer came quickly.
"Yes. Anything to make me feel good again about... eating, or sleeping,
or even going to the bathroom. Please do it. I want to be me again."
"Brad, you ok with this too? You're the one she is going see the most.
You will have to command her to do things as much as possible. Her
happiness will only come from doing what you say. Okay?"
"I guess."
"Yes or No. You know the drill."
"Hruuuuuh," Brad said indecisively. "Yes. Just do it. Okay? Before I
change my mind and chicken out."
"Ted, what about you. If I arranged it with her parents that she can
stay with you whenever you want, will you be good to her and help her
too?"
"Sure! Uhm, I mean, yeah I gue..... Yes, I'll do it."
"Before I do anything to her, I'm going to do something to you both to
make you unable to tell anyone about this, and to make you both always
want to help her more than you want her to be you slave. Okay?"
After they hesitated, I showed how empty Sandi had been feeling. They
agreed, and I did it to them.
"Brad, get undressed," I said while I took off my shoes. "Ted, you
might as well get ready, but don't take your underwear off until it's
time. I want Brad to be the first dick she sees when I turn her sex
drive back on. I just hope it doesn't kill her from the sudden
acceleration.... What? I was kidding. She's not really in danger of
dieing."
Brad was red faced, but his dick was hard as a rock. Sandi looked
scared, not having any reason to want her brother like that with her sex
drive turned off.
"Sandi, I have to stop what I am doing that's giving you hope. But then
I turn your sex drive back on, and while you are happily sucking you
brother down, I'll make you our slave and you'll stop being unhappy.
Okay? Here we go.."
Like a puppet with the strings cut, her posture sagged, her eyes lost
their life, and the look on her face was... pure sorrow.
My eyes fixed on her face, my mind locked onto hers, I reached out my
hand and guided Brad by the butt cheek, positioning him in front of her.
"Ready Brad? She's probably going to inhale you, so brace yourself."
"Do it," he said.
I flipped my mental switch, and watched her come back to life with a
vengeance. Her eyes filled with lust, locked onto Brad's restiffening
hardon, and her head shot forward, taking him inside her throat."
"SHIT!" Ted exclaimed.
"Gaaa?" Brad asked.
"No, don't come yet!" I said, inserting the blocking commands into his
nervous system.
"Okay, stage one complete," I said. I entered her mind, searching out
her motivations and drives, finding only a few were actually in use. It
didn't matter. Sandi didn't have to be sucking on anyone while I made
her a slave, but I wanted everyone to see what she was before, I did it.
"Sandi, listen to me, before I do this, I want you to stop sucking on
your brother. You hear? Stop. Make yourself stop. Sandi. You're
sucking on your brother, something a minute ago you thought was gross.
Stop Sandi. Sandi.. Well, I guess she can't stop. Okay, here goes
stage two."
I began calling off what I was doing as I did them.
"Sandi, your purpose in life is to please the three of us in anyway we
desire. You will obey any command we give you, happily and with
enthusiasm. You will always be thinking of new ways to please us, never
allowing your own pleasure to come before ours. You will behave
normally with others, only calling us our proper title of master when
you are alone with us. You will work hard at school, then work hard to
please your masters. You now belong totally and completely to us, mind,
body, and soul."
As my commands began to take affect, her frantic motions slowed,
becoming more loving in nature.
"Sandi stop sucking your brother, and stand up," I said, stroking my own
hardon in my underwear.
She gently pulled her mouth off her brother, and said, "Yes, Master," as
she got off the bed.
Standing in front of me was the very first person I had ever altered to
worship me as a god. I knew I was doing it for good reasons, but I
couldn't help feel I had crossed another line I never intended to cross.
But this time, I didn't let it concern me. Lines were meant to be
crossed, it was only a matter of time. It is how and why you cross them
that really mattered.
"Sandi, who am I?"
"My Master, Master."
"Who is he?" I asked pointing at Brad.
"He is my master, Master."
"Who is he also?"
"My brother, Master."
"What about him," I said pointing at Ted.
"He is my other master, Master."
"Sandi, what do you want more than anything else?"
"I wish to serve and please my masters, Master."
"Is there anything else?"
"No, Master. I live to serve you and please you."
"How did you feel before we became you masters?"
"I was empty, unhappy. I only wanted to fuck and suck to make me feel
good."
"And now?"
"I... I only wish to serve and please my masters. There is nothing
else."
"Are you unhappy?"
"No, Master."
"Are you happy."
"Only as I serve and please you, Master."
"Any questions?" I said to Brad and Ted.
Ted snapped shut his hanging mouth and then asked, "So, you mean, we
can... do anything? With her?"
"Yeah, as long as it doesn't hurt her permanently, or endanger her life.
The more you have her do for you, the happier she will be. Right now
the only true pleasure she can feel is having sex, but now her happiness
doesn't have to depend on her own pleasure. It really completely
depends on how much she can serve and please us."
"What do you mean serve us?" Brad asked. "I mean, please us, that I
understand. Sex and stuff. But serve us? You mean if I tell her to
clean my room, that makes her happy?"
"Yep. She will clean you room as happily as she would fuck you mad. It
all doesn't matter to her. All she wants is to do whatever you say, and
please you. She hasn't lost her ability to think, and she will always
be looking for better ways to please us. And she will probably make
mistakes trying, so don't take it out on her. If you do, I'll take it
out on you three times as bad."
Brad gulped, and Ted was a little nervous too.
"Hey, don't worry guys. I'm not the revengeful type. Just love her,
and you'll be okay. Abuse her... Well, just don't okay? But no matter
what you might do, I won't abuse you, you know? I'll just talk it over
with you, and we'll decide what punishment there would be. I won't do
anything to you that you guys don't freely agree to first. Okay?"
That pretty much settle their concerns. Sandi was still waiting for us
to command her.
"Sandi, what do you think we want you to do first?"
"Suck you? Master?"
"Well, yeah, but first, take off you clothes, get on the bed, and get
ready to receive your master's dicks, all at the same time."
"Oh, YES, MASTER! THANK YOU, MASTER!" Sandi said, stripping off her
shirt and shorts.
"No underwear.. Figures." I muttered, as she slipped her shoes off.
"Sandi, when did you start growing pubic hair?" Brad asked.
"About two months ago, master," Sandi replied as she crawled on top of
Ted's bed.
"Sandi, don't call me Master, call me by my name.. Brad."
"Yes, master Brad."
"No, just Brad."
She looked confused, unable to comprehend his sentence.
"She can't do that when we are alone, Brad. Just get used to it. It's
hard wired into her, and you can't change that."
"No, but you can. I don't like my sister calling me Master."
"Sorry, bud. It's part of the package. By her saying master, it is
like a built in reward for her. It is supposed to make her happy just
to say it. So just live with it, and try to get her to say it as much
as possible. It is one of the joys of being a slave. By saying a
single word, they feel happy to be alive. Okay?"
"Yeah. Okay. Uhm, you said we all are going to.. you know. But she's
only eleven, and.."
"Sandi, are you a virgin?" I asked her.
"Oh, no, Master." she replied.
"How many times have you had a cock up you pussy and you ass at the same
time?"
"Hundreds of times Master."
"Have you ever had one in you mouth at the same time?" I asked as I
crawled up to her head, shucking my underpants.
"I have always wanted to, but no Master."
"You heard the lady," Ted said, hopping out of his underwear, and
crawling up behind her on the bed.
"Uhm, how can you do that at the same time?" Brad asked standing at the
edge of the bed next to Ted.
Ted and I both looked at Brad like he was stupid.
"Use your imagination, dork," Ted said.
"Hey, don't call me a dork. Virgin, okay, but dork? She is my sister."
I flashed him a mental picture, which he responded out loud with a "Oh."
"Sandi, it would please us the most if you tell us whose dick goes were
so you get the most pleasure, okay?"
"Yes, Master. Which master has the second largest?"
"I guess that's me," Brad responded.
"Master?" She looked up at me questioning.
"Yes Sandi?"
"My brother master is a virgin? May he take his virginity in my pussy?
It' wouldn't feel as good as master Ted's, but..."
"Yes, sweet thing. I know. Fine. Who then goes in your ass, my sweet
sex toy."
"Master Ted. His is not too big. Master Ben's was bigger, and he
always fucked my ass."
"Master Ben? Who the fuck is he?" Brad said, glaring at me thinking I
had included someone he didn't know about.
"He was my last master, master. He gave me the candy."
"Oh... sorry Tim."
"Sandi, tell you brother who else right now is you master besides the
three of us."
"No one, Master."
"I might as well also get this part straightened out too. Sandi? Who
is your Master master?"
"You are, my Master master."
"And your other masters?"
"Master Brad is my second master, then master Ted, Master."
I looked up at Brad, and he shrugged and said, "I don't have much choice
about, do I?"
"Nope, not really. But at least you can protect your sister here from
mad man Ted," I sad with a grin.
"Are we going to fuck or talk," Ted said, wanking himself slowly.
"Ok. Ready?" I said to no one in particular.
Sandi turned on her side, and her brother crawled up into her arms. I
motioned to Ted to hold off. I decided I wanted to let Brad have his
moment of love when he lost his virginity.
I quickly reached into Sandi's mind, found her love for her brother, and
temporarily reduced all of her other motivations to below that. I had
to reverse that a little bit and amplify the love a little, having not
realized how rotten brothers and sisters were to each other.
"Brad?" Sandi said.
"Huh?" he said surprised.
"Thanks for helping me. I know it's gonna be kinda weird, but I'm glad
your gonna be my master. I wish it had been you to take my virginity,
not Ben."
"I'm sorry sis. I really am. We can stop. We don't have too..."
"Brad? Kiss me? I've never been kissed before, and I..." Sandi said,
a tear rolling down her cheek.
Brad kissed his sister tentatively on her lips. They wrapped their arms
around each other, and held each other. Not kissing, not moving, just
holding.
"Brad? Sandi? I'm sorta manually feeding Sandi's emotions through to
her pleasure center and.... well, put it this way. For a little bit, I
can keep Sandi feeling and acting like her old self. You have maybe
twenty minutes before I get a killer headache and have to stop. Ted,
lets get some air."
"What?" Ted said. I gave him a look that told him I wasn't going to
repeat myself, so he said, "Okay, okay. Let me grab my clothes at
least."
I grabbed my shorts and shirt, and followed the massive senior out. I
got my first good look at his goods, and figured he hadn't been joking
Joey about his size. His would need four fingers.
Fifteen minutes later, I was having trouble keeping my end of the
conversation from the strain. I felt her release, signaling she had
cum. I checked to see if they had finished, and Brad was just about to
come himself.
To Ted I said, "Hold onto your hats, folks, here we go..."
I Linked the four of us up, and let everyone share in Brad's first
orgasm inside a woman.
"Shit.. Wow, that was nice." Ted said after I broke the link. "Uhm,
Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"Uhm, well, thanks man. Thanks for, uhm, you know."
"What. Made you the proud owner of one eleven-year-old sex slave?"
"Well, yeah. And.. well, thanks for.. This is gonna sound kind of
corny, but, thanks for letting me be your friend."
"Huh? Oh.. Heh. I guess I don't think of myself that way. But I guess
there are certain advantages of being my friend. Huh."
"Well, I don't know if I can ever repay you for this thing with Sandi,
or... Hell, I couldn't even repay you for that thing you just did with
Brad's cuming. But if you ever need me to do something for ya, just
ask."
"Uhm, ok. Thanks..... But you're a pretty neat guy to have as a friend
too, ya know. So stop making me feel special. I'm not really.
Just.... A little more fun than the average freshman."
We talked for a few more minutes, then we snuck in to check on the two
siblings. Brad was asleep, but Sandi smiled when we came in.
"Tim? Thanks for.. you know. Saving my life and everything."
"You're welcome. I'm sorry Sandi, but my head is really starting to
hurt. If I don't stop what I'm doing soon, I'll be in bed all day
tomorrow trying to recover."
"Okay. I just wanted to say thanks. You didn't even know me. Okay. Do
what you have to do.."
"Done." I said, not taking any joy at the relief it caused.
"Master?" she said a moment later.
"Yeah, Sandi."
"I love you Master."
"I know you do. But you don't really. Now wake Brad up with your sexy
tongue, and prepare yourself to get fucked all three ways."
"Yes Master."
She began to lick Brad face, wetly and passionately. Brad awoke
sputtering.
"She's gone, isn't she.." he said sadly.
"No I'm not, silly master," She said with a genuine smile.
"Brad, she is still Sandi with just with a different view of life. Now,
are you going to help us fuck her like she really wants or not?"
"Please? Brad?" Sandi said. I was surprised she could resist calling
him master, and I said so.
"Okay, then. I guess if I think of it as a game more, then.. Okay,
slave. You're going to have the best three way fuck ever."
"Finally," Ted muttered, getting undressed again.
Ted laid down on his back, and had Sandi slowly mount his large cock.
It was probably bigger than my dads, so I was somewhat in awe of Ted.
But Sandi didn't seem to have any problems taking him. She sat on his
crotch, and began humping. I was about to ask Ted where the KY was,
then remembered something he had told Joey.
"Sandy, let Brad get his dick good and slick with your juices so he can
get it in your ass."
"Yes, Master." She calmly got off Ted's dick, and waited for Brads.
Once Brad had figured out what was going on, he got in the mode, and
pretty soon she was sandwiched. After a little rearrangement, Sandi's
mouth was waiting my cock's insertion.
"Sandi, when I put this in, you will use every ounce of your strength to
make us cum as hard and quickly as you can. When we cum, you cum."
"Yes Master. Thank you Master."
I felt like I was about to start up the band or something, holding my
dick, with everyone wait for me. I just smiled then said, "One. Two.
One, two, three, FuCK!"
Sandi sucked me into her throat. I crossed my eyes, feeling her tongue,
her lips, even her throat massage my cum to a low boil. I looked down
at the young girl, somewhat unbelieving she was doing what she was
doing. As the two fuckers began to get a rhythm, I knew I would cum
first, long before them.
"Oh, well. I wouldn't kill me to cum twice in her mouth." I thought to
myself. I felt like I had been disconnected from reality. For a few
moments, I forgot where I was and what I was doing. All there was was
the steady building of my orgasm.
Her eyes met mine, and she indicated she wished for me to fuck her
mouth, putting her master's pleasure before her own.
"Suck it slave, I'm gonna enjoy your mouth to the fullest."
I started slowly, not wanting to cause her any pain. But her
conditioning long before me had been complete. Soon I was fucking her
mouth with abandon. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and I started to
feel my cum boil.
As my balls began to retract, my lust was beginning to flow freely into
my mind. I reached out into my slave, searching, feeling for any kind
of innocence left within her, intending to take it from her as was my
right as her master. I had the consolidation that even if I did find
something, I could always give it back to her in some fashion.
But when I did find it, I could not make myself do it. She still
dreamed of a prince in shinny silver armor, white horse and all. Of
course, the dream itself was slightly corrupted, for this prince had the
prick the size of... well, we would have had trouble buying underwear
if ours were that size.
The scary part of it was, that dream was quickly becoming reality to
her. In her dream, instead of one prince, there were three. And for
once, I had the bigger dick. Heh.
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