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Subject: {ASSM} Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter 21 (f/j) NEW!!
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XXI: Fall 89 - Summer 90
Part 5 - Fitting In, Again (continued)
(no sex)

As it turned out, Neil's approach to cleaning a person's mind wasn't all that
different than the way I would have done it without my empathic abilities or
symbolic vision.  Oh, he had some interesting tricks to sort out what was
natural and what was not, but nothing that I couldn't have worked out in my own
way.

The real advantage I had over the other voices was not strength or speed, but
my being able to sense out what was natural and what was not without having to
insert commands of my own to learn what parts of their persona was bolted down
by other commands.

After Joey and Neil left for the night and I got the 'kids' to bed, I took one
of the folding chairs downstairs and waited for Perry's return by the stairs
near Perry's office and quarters.

I didn't realize I was sitting in a dark corner, and when he came in the door
and a smile formed on his lips while looking in my direction, I thought he was
smiling at me and I just naturally smiled back in silence.

But when he reached about halfway down the hall and I stood up, I barely had
the time to recognized the sh-cling sound of his cane's blades popping out
before finding it embedded in the wall seven inches to my left at gut level.

"It's only me!" I gasped out when I realized he had pulled a knife out and was
repositioning himself to watch both me and the doors around him.

"Come out of the shadows, slowly..."

I complied with my hands open and away from my body, then slowly turned myself
in a 360 when he motioned for it, and only then did he finally relax and put
his knife away.

"Remember this next time you want to sit in a dark corner, grunt," he said with
contempt as he hobbled past me to retrieve his cane.  "Now get out."

"But.... Don't you want to know ..."

The cane came flying towards my face this time, and it would have hit me if I
hadn't ducked and scrambled away.

So when he ordered "OUT!", I was shaken up enough to not question it and just
hightailed it out of there.

I didn't even realize I had left my coat there until I was already halfway
home.  My teeth were rattling themselves out of my head by the time I got back
to my apartment, and from all this excitement I totally forgot Suzi had guests
until I was about to knock on her door and heard an unfamiliar voice inside.

Joey knew I was at the door for I could feel his attention on me, but when I
didn't knock and just turned around and went back down stairs, he didn't query
me on what I had wanted and we left it at that.

As you could probably imagine I was feeling pretty discouraged that night.  I
wanted to talk to Joey and Suzi about it, but I didn't think it was so serious
to interrupt their fun.  I had considered calling Neil up, but the fact I
didn't have his number quickly eliminated that option.  Oh, I guess I could
have got it without bothering Joey, but he wasn't really the person I wanted to
talk to in the first place so I just let it go.

The next morning I had a bad case of homesickness which only got worse after
calling home and hearing my little brother crying for me to come home.  I even
had my dad put the twins on the phone just so I could talk to them despite they
not being able to talk back.  After the phone call, I kept having to talk
myself out of going home for the day for I wouldn't have been able to spend
more than a couple of hours there, and just I promised myself I'd go home
Friday and spend the whole weekend there.

Joey had made breakfast and served it to Suzi in bed while I had been on the
phone, then after they had showered and Joey had changed the sheets, they ended
up back in bed.  Around eleven I gave up on them and gathered up enough courage
to go get my coat, being very careful to not to sneak in like I instinctively
wanted to.  As it turned out Perry was upstairs and probably ever knew I had
been there, which I was fine by me.

I walked around campus for hours that day trying to sort out what my options
were concerning my newfound purpose in life.  While I felt a bit intimidated by
Perry's violent behavior, I convinced myself that it hadn't been personal.  But
I still felt that it wasn't an appropriate time to go asking favors from the
man.

And then there was Sarah, the Group, and their rules.  I imagined Joey was
going to hear it from Sarah when she learned he had included me in on one of
the Group's activities, but now that he had, I knew she couldn't prohibit my
involvement unless I broke the established rules somehow.

So for the mean time I decided my best bet was to follow Mr. Pendleton's advice
and simply observe while I waited my turn.  Every fiber in my being wanted to
go and start experimenting, but I had gotten pretty good at resisting other
urges and temptations so I figured this wouldn't be much different.

Joey and Suzi had gone to the Connor's for dinner by the time I went back to my
apartment, but Joey left a note inviting me to come.  I called the Connor's
house and declined the offer, explaining I had run into a couple of girls we
had met at the Rage in January and had been invited to go dancing with them
that evening.  As I expected, Joey happily let me off the hook.

The place was pretty packed when I got there.  I was having some serious second
thoughts from all the people's emotions blasting my empathic senses.  But there
was this wild thrill calling to me to join in, and despite the intensity of the
crowd I went in and started looking for the girls I had promised to meet there.

After two complete circles of the place, I picked a spot near the entrance to
watch for them and waited for nearly fifteen whole minutes before giving into
the excitement of the room.  I danced with four or five girls before going up
to the food balcony surrounding the dance floor to grab a late dinner.

I was searching for a table to eat my rather expensive burger and fries when
this girl bumped into me and nearly knocked my soda out of my hands.  Somehow I
ended up accepting her offer to join her and her friends at their table, and
twenty minutes later found myself feeling completely at ease talking college
life and stuff with Carl, Chris (short for Christina), Mike, Jon, and Karen.

I'm sure I used my magic smile on them to break the ice, so to speak, but I
wasn't consciously aware of it if I used it after that.  Yet after the Rage
closed at midnight and I finally went back to my apartment, I began questioning
myself what had happened.  I had never clicked so well with a group of
strangers like that before.  My empathic senses had been focused on the crowd
the whole time, yet I couldn't help but feel I had been unconsciously driving
them empathically somehow for they to be so receptive to what I liked and
talked about.

I tossed and turned for hours that night trying to remember anything I or they
did to point to the cause of their near eagerness to get to know me better.
Nothing I had said disinterested them.  I think I could have talked about my
last dentist appointment and they would have gobbled it up like I was talking
about the Super Bowl or something.

The next morning I managed to drag my ass out of bed in time for my first
class, but fell asleep in class, which is something I hardly ever did in my
life.  All day long I felt as if I was forgetting something, but it wasn't
until I went to my last class of the day that I remembered there were going to
be a few people waiting for me after class.

I was kicking myself for feeling disappointed when they didn't show, then when
my disappointment turned to anticipation for what they were really up to, I
admitted to myself Joey had been right.  I loved the attention.

Oh how I would have loved to play games with them.  Like tricking their senses
into hearing a tyrannosaurus rex stomping around behind some trees then adding
the visual stream of the t-rex crashing through the trees and coming right at
them.

Trickery like that was allowed within the Group as long as it didn't involve
altering their consciousness in any way.  Commanding their mind to see a
prehistoric dinosaur was completely against the rules, but commanding their
eyes and ears to see and hear it was okay because the illusion would stop the
moment I stopped sending the streams.  Of course nobody had done it to more
than one or two people at the same time, and this would have been more than a
dozen people, which is what was so cool about the idea.

But to play those kinds of games were opposite of what my protective instincts
were telling me.  I needed to dispel the legend Joey had worked so hard in
establishing, yet do it in such a way that didn't discredit Joey or generate
any negative feelings towards me.

I called Joey at home that night and confirmed he hadn't said anything to them
about it, then checked with him if he knew of any Group related activities that
would have made them change their plans.  There weren't any he knew of.

When they didn't show up the following two days, I stopped actively watching
for them and just resigned to wait for them to make their move, if they ever
did.

Suz and I went home for the weekend late that Friday afternoon.  The whole time
I was there I had to resist the idea of experimenting on some of the in-house
staff with my ideas on cleaning minds with less side effects.  Even while I was
bouncing Richie up and down on his bed Saturday morning after waking him up to
surprise him (he hadn't known I was coming home), I had this desire to clean
the commands out of his new nanny.

That's right, a nanny.  I was shocked to find my mom had brought in a nanny
after all what had transpired with her wish to go back to work, and then
deciding against it so she could spend the time with Richie.  But after
spending the morning with Michelle and Richie, I pretty much understood why my
mom had hired her.  She loved playing with kids, and they loved her for it.
Hell, I loved her for it, even after Richie and Michelle ganged up on me and
tickled me silly.

Michelle was going to school part time to become a teacher (ideally a
kindergarten teacher), and she and my mom were working out this plan to stretch
Richie's mind to its fullest potential.  But for the first two or three months
Michelle was just going to be a full time playmate in order to give her and
Richie and time to bond.

The fact that she was nineteen, Catholic, and had a laugh that made me shiver
from being so similar to Jennifer's, I was fighting my attraction to her by
dinnertime which luckily was when she went home. 

Three times Sunday I found myself looking her in the eyes with 'that look' and
had to make up some excuse to leave the room just to get a grip on myself.  To
make things worse, she started flirting with me, and I think if I had stayed
one more day, Richie would have found the two of us in my bed the next morning.

Despite my best efforts to keep my mind on school and other normal things, I
couldn't stop my wandering eyes from checking out the girls all day Monday, and
even checked out a couple of guys which shocked me when I realized I was doing
it.

And then when Suzi came down for dinner that evening and we got on the subject,
I couldn't keep myself from giving her 'the look'.  Joey's commands efficiently
made her immune to my signals, which only made my sexual frustration worse
despite her efforts to help distract me from them.

Cold showers and jerking off did provide some relief the next couple of days,
and then in my logic class Wednesday, one girl started emitting sexual vibes
while she daydreamed, and I ended up having to leave class early after peeking
into her head and finding her imagining what it would be like to touch her
roommate's breast's while they showered.

Shelly, my classmate, had a thing for her straight and completely clueless
roommate, Vanessa.  Actually, it was beyond just a thing.  Shelly lusted for
her year younger and nicely stacked roommate.  Every morning she got up an hour
earlier than she had to just so she could join Vanessa in the showers and steal
more glances at her sexy roommate.

So Logic, my favorite class scholastically that semester, was now my absolute
favorite class due to the fresh supply of jerk off material it provided.  This
seemed to satisfy my raging hormones to the point I went to the Rage Saturday
evening for a night of harmless flirting and dancing.

Shit, the place was beyond being packed.  I understood why Joey and Suzi had
declined to go with me after it took me a half an hour just to get in, then it
took me almost fifteen minutes just to get up to the dance floor.  Not that
there was a lot of dancing going on with all the people there, but I managed to
do a little boogying before I got sick of the constant bumping and random limbs
colliding and waded upstairs to grab something to eat.

You have to understand the atmosphere of that place to understand why people
just didn't leave from it being so crowded.  At Central State, the Rave was
considered THE social scene for the dorms, so naturally Saturday nights meant
all the socialites gathered there in their coolest or sexiest clothes and...
well...  socialized.

Even though alcohol wasn't sold there, the staff didn't stop people from
bringing a can or bottle or two in, even if they were underage which a lot
were.  The crowdedness sort of self limited the people who drank to just
getting buzzed and not drunk since they couldn't just leave and come back with
more.  Obviously there were people who still managed to abuse this, but
eventually they got recognized by the staff enough that they just weren't
allowed in.

Naturally the people who brought beer clustered at the tables on the second
floor, so after I finally got my food, I found myself wandering around looking
for a table longer than I liked.

I was just about give this one couple the urge to go dance so I could claim
their table when Karen and Carl came up behind me and led me over a table in
the corner where Chris, Jon, and two other girls, Virginia and Jenny, were
sitting.  They made room for me, and I was even conned into drinking one of
their spare Bud Lights, which went straight to my head.

I wouldn't say I was drunk, but I was sure relaxed.  I don't remember how we
got started, but we ended up having this friendly contest of naming the
kinkiest thing each of us would actually do to arouse someone else without it
involving sex.

Chris didn't play, which didn't surprise me after having been around her enough
to know how conservative she was, but I did catch her laughing with the rest of
us on the good ones.

At first it was little things simple things...  

Jon: he'd take a cold shower while wearing his underwear and t-shirt, then come
out and use ice cubes on his nipples and stuff.  

Jenny: she'd wear her mini bikini and have the guy put lotion on her.

Carl:  borrow Jenny's mini bikini bottoms so he could show off his cute butt
and have the girl put lotion on him.

Virginia:  She'd eat a banana.  

Jon, Jenny and I prodded her for details and ended up buying a banana sundae
just to get her to demonstrate one bite.  All I'll say is... It sure looked
yummy...  We gave it three woodies.

Me:  Do a striptease.

When they booed me for it, I got up, faced away from them, grabbed my butt
cheeks and started fondling and wiggling my body with the music below, making
sure I turned my head enough so they could get glimpses of my red tongue
through my wet parted lips as I worked my shirt up my body, off my arms, then
finally snapped it over my head and spun it over my head in circles.

After I bowed to the hoots, wolf whistles, and just plain hollers, I draped my
shirt over the back of my chair and sat down to cool off in just my undershirt
and a large grin.

We all agreed to Chris's suggestion of no more demonstrations from that point
on.

Jon:  Eating soft-served ice cream off a plate...  With only your mouth and
tongue.

Jenny:  Eating soft-served ice cream off another girls tummy.

That one got oohs from us guys, but then Carl complained he couldn't compete
with that and resigned.

Virginia:  'accidentally' pouring some of the chocolate syrup for her soft
served ice cream on her chest and cleaning it up with her fingers.  We almost
disqualified her for breaking the no demonstration rule by licking off her
finger sensually, but she swore she had done it without thinking and wouldn't
do it again.  Pity.

Me:  Fill my mud wresting ring up with chocolate syrup and wrestle someone in
it.

When they queried as to who I would wrestle, I said it didn't matter.  I could
either wrestle another guy to double the eroticism for the girl watching, or
just wrestle the girl.

Jenny really loved the idea, Virginia scoffed me for using her chocolate, and
Chris had this tight-lipped smile on her face as she stirred some of the
chocolate left in the sundae container.

Jon:  "You want kinky?  I'll give you kinky.  I'd buy a black pair of thongs,
go to one of those tanning salons and get a really deep brown tan every where
but there.  When I get the girl alone, I do a striptease down to my thongs, oil
myself up and make sure she sees the tan lines, play with myself a bit to tease
her, then slide them off and strut my stuff."

Jenny: "Tan lines on a guy isn't kinky.  But I liked the black thong and
strutting your stuff part.  So...  Since we're getting naked now..  I'd take a
shower and come out dripping wet and towel myself off in front of him.  Then
I'd lay down and have him shave all my pub hairs off."

Virginia:  "I think Tim should go next so it goes girl guy girl guy."

No one objected, so I did.

"I'd have my pubes and ass shaved beforehand," I said, letting myself go.  "I
think I'd leave just a little bit around the base though.  I'd feel naked
without a little coverage."

A bunch of "phffs" passed.

"I'd keep my arm pit hair too just so when I'm sweating really hard I can lift
one of my arms up, take a good strong sniff, then swirl my tongue through the
hairs."

Virginia: laughs "Gross!"  

Jon: "Damn, that was a good one."

Chris: Earnestly "Disgusting!"

Jenny: "I'd like to see you do it!"

"Next time I'm sweating without my shirt on..." I promised.

We all looked over at Virginia who moaned, "My turn already?"

"You want me to go on?" I offered.

"No!" she gasped, then drummed her fingers on the table as she absently wetted
her lips repeatedly.

"Oh I give up...  I can't think of anything I would actually DO."

Jon:  "Shit, then I got something so kinky, so bizarre...  And I already did it
so you can't say I wouldn't do it..."

"Then spill it," Carl said.

"I don't know...  I'm not sure some of you could handle it..."
 
"Oh sure, this coming from the guy who thought tan lines on a guy was kinky,"
Jenny laughed.

"Yeah.  Almost every guy is going to have tan lines..."  Virginia pointed out.

"That's because we don't want to roast our nuts," Carl chuckled.

"All right, you all asked for it," Jon said, his grin not disappearing after
everyone else's did.  

In a hushed voice he said "I'd do the striptease thing, oil myself up, get down
to my thong and slowly uncover my white ass, turn around and oil up my cock and
balls with long stretching strokes, then turn back around and oil my white
ass..."

"It still isn't any kinkier," Jenny complained.

"I'm not done yet," Jon hissed.

He leaned forward and said in an even more hushed voice, "If you guys ever tell
anyone, I'll...  Just don't you dare breath a word of this...  Carl.."

"Okay, okay..." Carl said as we all leaned in to hear, even Chris.

"Well, one time when I was like sixteen, a friend and I snuck some beers from
my dad's fridge out in our garage.  We got pretty drunk, then after he left I
got horny as hell and started...  You know... Messing around."

"You spanked the monkey.  Gee, I'm shocked."  Jenny teased.

"I didn't just spank the monkey.  I was drunk, you know?  I get..  get weird
ideas when I'm drunk, and I sort of wondered what it was like for a girl... So
I took one of the beer bottles into the shower with me...  and.."

"Gross!  That's just too gross!" Chris exclaimed.

"Told you," Jon said with satisfaction.

"Well I'm not even going to try and beat that," Jenny admitted.

I kept grinning while staring at my empty beer can when everyone looked at me,
and didn't even glance at Jon when he said, "Can't top it, right?"

"Well?" Virginia prompted me a few moments later.

"Oh, I could top it..." I said keeping my eyes planted on the can. "But I'm not
going to..."

"Oh, come on.." Chris blurted out, then turned three shades of red.

I was tempted...  Really tempted to tell them about the GrrrGrrr game, the
times I had used multiple dildos on myself, and a half a dozen things that
popped into my head that I would do if the right situation ever presented
itself.  Like water sports.  That right there would have done it, but I just
didn't feel it was appropriate and it probably wouldn't have been seen in the
right light by my new friends.

I gently said no, then excused myself from the table to take a leak which
seemed to trigger everyone else's bladders as well.

Carl took a stall, but when Jon took the urinal right next to me, I pretty much
guessed what was coming.

"Did you really have something to top mine?" Jon said as hushed as he could as
our lizards emptied.

"Does it matter?"

"Come on, man.  You can tell me."

I looked him in the eye a moment and instantly felt his feelings on the matter.
He wasn't looking for something to use against me, and he wasn't trying to lead
me into something.  Yet something wasn't quite genuine about his interest into
my personal secrets, so I just gave him something that would satisfy his
curiosity.

"I never tried a beer bottle," I simply said while facing forward and shaking
the drips off.  "But I doubt it felt as good as the vibrating dildo I used to
use."

The subject didn't arise again.

We had our first test in my logic class that Wednesday, and on the following
Monday while the professor handed the graded tests back he let it slip I got a
perfect score on the test.  It didn't ruin the curve for anyone so I didn't
think much of his announcement, but I swear Faith was grinning her ass off that
Wednesday when Shelly asked if I could help her with the class before showing
me the 39 on her test.  Despite my better judgment, I agreed.  I always was a
sucker for a damsel in distress.

Tuesday morning at breakfast Suzi told me Perry had scheduled Joey and Neil for
the games the following Tuesday, but not me.  She explained I needed to go see
Perry personally before he would schedule me in again, then queried me on why I
hadn't done so already.

After telling her what had happened the last time I had seen Perry, Joey formed
a connection with me and basically told me Perry was like that with everyone.
Joey even went as far as to say that if Perry didn't threaten him with his life
or throw his cane at him at least once a week, he'd feel Perry had lost his
faith in him or something.

"The thing you have to understand about Perry is, he's always trying to keep
you on your toes and keeping you in check.  Hell, Perry came at us swinging
that cane of his like he was trying to slice our guts open the night he let me
and Neil watch the place alone for the first time.  Neil practically had to
drag me back the next time, but then Perry acted like nothing had happened and
even left us there alone for most of the day, so I figured he was just this
moody old man who liked to scare the shit out of people and wasn't really the
suicidal maniac he sometimes appears to be."

So after my morning classes, I took Joey's advice and headed over to the old
admin building on the other side of campus to talk to Perry.  When I reached
the lane leading up to the building's front entrance, I was surprised to see
Mike and Carl walking up to the old green door carrying a couple of McDonalds
sacks and handing one of the sacks to this huge six foot two red haired
mountain of muscle before going in.

I ducked behind the corner and watched as Mike's and Carl's swirls of symbols
went up the stairs at the end of the hall and entered the room where someone
else was actively cleaning a slave's mind.  I was letting myself believe they
were just delivering food to the telepath upstairs,  but when Carl's swirls of
symbols emitted a few command streams to another slave within the room, my
whole body went cold from the recognition that I had been had.

A moment later my body's temperature began to rise sharply as my anger boiled
my blood, and after dropping my school bag I walked swiftly up to the door to
confront my so called friends.

The gorilla at the door growled, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
which I answered with a command to go home and clean his shitter with his
toothbrush.

The next moment I was staring at my own surprised expression in the gorilla's
silver reflective sunglasses as he held me six inches off the ground by the
neck with just his left hand.  I instinctively commanded him to release me,
then when he didn't, I did so again with all my might.
 
"I said, where the fuck do you think you're going, ass wipe?" he spat before
grinning at little pieces of his burger which had landed on my face.

I opened my mouth to give some appropriately foul mouthed reply, but only
choked out the "Inside, you moth.." before he raised me up a good two feet
above him, the angle his hand intersected my neck choking off my air passage
completely.

His damn glasses effectively prevented me from capturing his eyes to use my
empathic skills on him, so for several moments I struggled in vain to break his
grasp on my neck as he took another bite of his big Mac.

Just as everything started to get dim and my limbs began feeling heavy, I got a
flash of vindictiveness and managed to throw my weight to one side enough to
slam my knee into his right hand and sent his burger flying.

The next moment I joined the hamburger in flight, and just as I had gasped for
my breath, it all got knocked out of me when I landed on the ground, hard.

If the sun hadn't reflected off his glasses and captured my attention, he
probably would have broken me into pieces right there.  But despite my
desperate gasping for breath, I managed to gather my legs up underneath me to
spring forward and head butted his rock hard stomach.  Somehow I managed to
keep myself out of his grasp long enough to turn around and run as quickly as I
could.

Surprisingly enough, he didn't even try to follow me.  I later reasoned he must
have been guarding the place and hadn't left his post to chase me, but I didn't
stop my terrified stumble until I was inside one of the law buildings in the
next cluster of buildings away from him. 

As I washed my face in the men's room and tried to calm down, I nearly jumped
onto the sink when someone else came in to use the john.  I quickly made him
forget I was there, then scanned his mind a bit deeper when I sensed his
personality had recently been modified by another telepath.

His name was Lake.  No, that's not a typo.  That's an a, not a u.

Lake was one of those students who had applied for financial aid and accepted
the concept of being a sex slave for two semesters in exchange for tuition.  He
was already on his second semester of serving his slave hood, but was taking
two classes that semester in addition to being a full time slave.

I don't know why, but something about his face attracted me.  He had average
brown eyes, but looking into them stirred erotic and sensual feelings within
me, and after groping his cute ass a moment, I had to wash my face again to
calm down before sending him on his way.

In all my life I had never done such a thing to another guy before.  Sure, I'd
groped a few girls like that, but I had never even had had the urge to do
something like that to a guy before then.  My homophobic paranoia was going
full tilt when someone else entered the bathroom, then another thirty or so
seconds later.

When I noticed the increased activity in the halls, I checked the time and
found it was time to go to my next class.  Like a lightening bolt striking me,
I yelped when I suddenly realized I had left my bag back where the gorilla
would have certainly found it by then.  

The red marks on my neck tingled hotly to remind me what could happen if I ran
into that gorilla again, so after a few minutes of sweating, I decided to go
incognito, so to speak, and selected my unsuspecting aid from the students with
thoughts of where to get lunch on their mind.

For obvious reasons I picked a girl for the task, then after finding a nice big
lecture hall with more empty seats than filled ones, I sat down in the very
back in the darkest seat I could find and closed my eyes.

Slipping on Loretta's trim athletic body was such an erotic thrill, I had to
rush my borrowed body into the girls room for a quick inventory and self grope
before giving my nipples one last tweak and headed back towards the old admin
building.

I was extremely relieved to find my bag was right were I had dropped it, but
resisted the thought of just grabbing it and high tailing it out of there.  Of
course one of the reasons I had chosen Loretta was in preparation for that
possibility, for she ran every morning and sometimes in the evening too.  
But just to be cautious I decided I better check what the gorilla was doing
before going near my bag.

So I circled around to the opposite end of the lane and just casually walked
down it intending to pass right in front of his nose and snagging the bag after
turning the corner.

After passing the covered doorway, I felt his eyes burning holes in my clothes,
especially after I stupidly gave him a wink and a smile.  I was holding my
breath the rest of the way to the corner, then just as I went around it, he
called, "Were are you going, good lookin'?"

'Just grab the bag and run', I pleaded to myself at the same time a plan for
revenge began forming in my head.

My moment of hesitation made the decision for me, for when I bent over and
wrapped my fingers around my bag's straps, his massive hand made a nice clean
"whap!" sound against my jean covered ass.

"Just as I thought," he purred while grinning cagily.  "Buns of steel..."

"Yeah?  Well just try that again if you want to see how hard this," I jerked my
right knee sharply up to groin level, "feels."

"Awe, come on, Lori...  I know its been a long time, but you did give me the
signal..."

"I... I did?" I said honestly as my head reeled from the realization he knew
Loretta...  

More than just knew her.  I was just getting over my shock when he wrapped his
arms around me, clasped my buns of steel in his hands to lift me up to his
face, then forced his tongue into my surprised mouth while his six pack stroked
my crotch and his fingers teased my crevice and suddenly tingling hole.

For a few fleeting moments I struggled to get away from him, but this ape man
was stroking just the right spots on my borrowed body.  My telepathic link
brought her body's sensations to my mind which in turn interpreted them as
being highly sexually arousing, and before I knew it, I was enjoying this
bully, this overpowering tower of brutal male muscle ravaging my mouth and
groping my ass with abandon.

When he withdrew his tongue followed by his mouth, I was limply hanging from
his thick neck with both hands, only vaguely aware he had walked us over to the
entrance of the building where he somewhat gently set me down on my feet again,
then started laughing when I promptly fell on my ass.

"You haven't changed a bit," he chucked rather harshly.  "Fuck, if I wasn't on
duty right now, I'd have you on all fours by now swallowing me whole."

"Fuck you," I snapped at him while struggling to my feet, internally cursing at
the erotic shiver his suggestion had triggered.  

He grabbed my hair and jerked me towards him before violently picking me up by
my arms, pinning me up against the building, then licked my lips twice in a way
that sent bolts of arousal coursing down my body.

"I'll be over around seven.  Make sure nobody interrupts us.  You know how it
spoils my mood."

All I could do was nod my head, then walked away in a more or less straight
line, feeling the folds of my cunt sliding across each other, heavily
lubricated by the juices within.

I dropped my bag at my real body's feet, then took Loretta's body all the way
to the sub shop she had planned on eating at before disconnecting and opening
my eyes.

I didn't go to class the rest of the day, and you wouldn't believe the internal
struggle I had resisting finding out where Loretta lived and reestablishing the
link for the seven o'clock fucking.  Thank god Suzi came back to the apartments
after her classes.  I think I would have given in to my lust if she hadn't been
there to talk me through it all.

At first Suzi didn't think she knew who the gorilla was, and after I shared the
image of him with her, she nearly didn't accept my word that this guy had
attacked me like he had.

His name was Rich Bugle, and the two times Suzi fucked him, he hadn't even
hinted at liking the rough stuff.   She swore he had been as gentle as a man
could be with someone who weighed a third of what he weighed, and it was his
lack of aggression that had doused her attraction to the twenty-year-old hulk.

Rich had attempted to join the Eta's his freshman year, but because he was
immune to voice, he was told he wasn't fit enough to join and wasn't allowed to
workout like his obviously less fit friends.

So he worked out on his own, pushing his tolerances beyond what his friends
were describing, or at least that was before they mysteriously stopped
associating themselves with him and got their ears pierced.  

That was the last straw for Rich.  He got his ear pierced after somehow
managing to get an Eta ear ring, then one day followed a group of Eta's he
didn't recognize to the medical center and just got in line with them.

He even played along when Gina, Joey's sister in law, walked down the line,
feeling a crotch or chest here and there, stopped in front of Rich and verbally
order him to drop his pants.

Because he was nervous and scared, he didn't get hard after doing as she
ordered, but did when Gina grabbed his meat and gave it a couple of strokes.
Apparently Gina had commanded him to get hard, and believed for quite some time
afterwards that he was just like all the rest of the anxious cocks standing in
that line.

Rich couldn't believe his luck when Gina took him alone into her private suite
and demanded he fuck her.  For three days he played the role of being a royal
fuck slave, only leaving her when nature demanded it, and managed to convince
himself that she'd never ask him to do any of the gross gay things the other
men she had join them in her quarters did.

The bubble burst for both of them the fourth day when Gina ordered Rich to fuck
the short guy he knew from one of his classes and refused.  Gina freaked when
she finally worked out he wasn't under her control, and Rich was scared
shitless for several long hours after the other men all jumped him and locked
him up still naked in a closet for some time.

Sarah was the one who immediately recognized the opportunity Rich's immunity
represented.  Through the closet's door, Sarah had Rich explain why he had
pretended to be an Eta, and because she could read his mind as plainly as any
other mute, twenty minutes after she had spoke her first word to him, she let
him out of the closet and gave him back his clothes.  It didn't take long for
Sarah to feel out what he was responsive to in exchange for his trust.

So two years later, Rich was as loyal to the group as Joey or Sarah herself.
Suzi admitted she had known his loyalty hadn't been given freely, but the price
of the group sharing their cache of willing sex slaves with him was a small
investment for a bodyguard who couldn't be tampered with by other telepaths.
That in itself was worth the combined power of ten extra voices.

Suzi and I spent the evening in her apartment watching TV and talking during
the less interesting commercials.  The whole time I was plagued with this dark
urge to swap bodies with Loretta again and experience Rich's overpowering male
body having its way with me.  I couldn't shake this desire to feel completely
helpless within his grasp.

I was lost in my own world when Suzi said she was going to shower, but she
wanted to talk some more afterward so I shouldn't leave.  I mumbled my okay and
just sat there trying to get a hold on my feelings.

I admit I did hear the phone ringing, but I thought it was just a phone on TV
until Suzi yelled for me to get it.

"Suzi Aster's residence, Tim speaking," I rattled off into the handset.

I was startled when the person on the other end of the line dropped the phone,
then listened to it drag across the floor or something quite a distance before
it came to a rest.

"Hello?"  I said loudly when no one picked it up after a good thirty seconds
went by.  "ARE you THERE?   If you don't answer me, I'm going to assume you're
hurt and call the pol..."

There was movement, then someone picked the phone up.

"Helloo....  Whoever you are..." I said just as Suzi came out wrapped in a
towel with another in her hands for her hair.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"I don't know.  They haven't..."

"It's me..." a highly emotionally restrained voice said in practically a
whisper, yet its power was so great I instantly felt my guts being ripped out
of my body a moment before my legs gave out beneath me.

It was my turn to be stunned beyond words, or even thought really.  I just
stared at Suzi as she became increasingly alarmed from my inability to answer
her simple question, but when Suzi tried to take the phone from my hand, I
suddenly snapped myself back into focus and croaked, "Let go!  It's Eric!"

"Eric?  Timmy, give me the phone..." Suzi demanded, tugging on the phone.

"Just let me...  Say something... Anything..." I pleaded with her, trying to
get my mouth up to the handset's mic.

"Tim?" I heard Eric's voice say.

"Yeah Eric?" I answered shakily after Suzi let the handset go and backed off
slightly.  "Oh damn it's good to hear..."

"Give her the phone..." he said, his voice betraying his true wishes.

"I...  I can't, Eric..." I admitted.  "I just...  can't.."

"I can't stop either," he blurted out.  "Just hearing your voice makes me
feel..."

"Connected," I finished for him, feeling the same thing.

"Timmy, either give me the phone, or I disconnect you," Suzi said, the fingers
of one hand hovering over the cradle ready to carry out her threat while the
other held her towel closed.

"Suzi's going to disconnect us if I don't give her the phone," I relayed to
him.

"Then give it to her...  Talking through her won't be as bad as not talking at
all."

"You're right," I said, but still unable to do it.  "I know you're both right,
but...  I.."

"Three...  Two..." Suzi counted down.

"Bye!" I groaned as tossed her the handset.

Suz managed to catch it, but at the expense of letting her towel drop to the
ground.

Once the handset was safely cradled between her chin and shoulder, she bent
down to retrieve the towel, but then noticed I was distracted by her breasts
hanging beneath her and ended up only wrapping her towel around her waist.

"He's looking at my boobs," she snickered to Eric.  "It's nice to see they can
still hold some of his attention."

My head was starting to spin again from everything which had transpired that
day, but Suzi kept bringing my attention back to the real world by teasing me
with glimpses of her twat or wetting a nipple or two and blowing on them to
make them harden.  I answered her relayed questions as best I could, and
managed to ask a few of my own, but for the most part I was in a emotional daze
of lust, separation anguish, and thanks to Suzi, a decreasing feeling of
confusion about my sexuality.

I never felt my head hit my pillow that night, but I do remember the brief
erotic dream I had of Shelly sneaking out of her bed and silently going over to
her roommates to touch the breast beneath the thin t-shirt.  

When I woke up with a raging hardon, I sighed to myself, "Now that's more like
it," then rolled over and went back to sleep hoping to catch the rest of that
wet dream.

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