Part XIII - 16: Richardson's Suite

"I feel different. No. Everything else feels different. Where's Joey?" I thought to myself, slowly waking up.

My eyes opened to find I was not in the dorm, but in a very fancy bedroom with my clothes hanging over the back of a chair. The share link was active, and I internally sighed with relief that my cloak personality was also active, and I had just been in sync with it again.

"Joe?" I heard myself call out, my cover-self worried for his safety.

I examined my cover-self's mind and found it had been altered, but not significantly. What puzzled me was how I had gotten there without having been awakened at some point. And I couldn't recall Joey and I raising our cover personalities before falling asleep, but then I didn't remember not doing it either.

I pulsed the share link to see if Joey was awake, and immediately got a response of "What happened?"

My cover-self decided to go look for Joey, but we didn't get any farther than right outside the bedroom door before Joey and I found each other.

Our cover-selves were not the least bit scared to explore, and they didn't even consider putting our clothes on before doing so. After finding two empty bedrooms like the ones we had woken up in, we found the third had an occupant in it.

"Good morning. I hope you didn't mind me hurrying things up by kidnapping you from your dorm rooms. I promise you won't be hurt, and you'll be returned to your rooms tonight."

"Why are we here?" my cover-self asked.

"A very good question, Tim. Why are you here?"

His question cause a bit of an alarm for both me and Joey, for he had said it accusingly like.

"Uhm, are we going to... " my cover-self asked, frowning.

"Come in and join me on the bed," he sighed. "My name is Wally Richardson, and I'm fascinated by your relationship. I would like to... learn from you."

"Learn? Learn what?" Joey asked.

"Love, of course," Wally said with a charming smile. "The kind you two had in the motel for weeks. I've never experienced it like that before."

"Er, I don't know... " Joey said.

"We don't really do that stuff any more," my cover self added.

"How badly do you want into the Etas?"

"Not that bad," Joey said.

"Wait a minute, Joe," my cover-self said. "What would we have to do?"

"On the weekends, you would be picked up and brought here to demonstrate how two lovers work up to the kind of sex you two had. You wouldn't do it with anyone else but each other. I'm very insistent about that. The only thing different would be that there would be others watching, including your friend Nick."

"I don't know... " Joey's cover-self said.

"Every weekend? For how long?" my cover-self asked.

"That depends on how well the others take to it. I don't like forcing anyone into anything like this, but I have always found that if others watch two lovers share in their sexual pleasuring each other enough, they eventually will wish to try it themselves. I'm not even sure if I want to do it myself. But I'm willing to try and learn."

"Will we get some weekends off for other things?" my cover-self asked.

"Certainly. I'm very reasonable about my boy's having their own personal lives to live also. But I may call upon you to also spend some of your other free time with me, which includes this Thanksgiving break and the week after the end of the semester."

"Thanksgiving week? And the week before Christmas?" my cover-self said.

"Shit, Tim," Joey's cover-personality said. "I haven't seen mom and dad since I came here. You know how much they've been through. And I can't just tell them I'm spending Thanksgiving having sex with my best friend. It would kill them."

"Oh, I forgot about your summer and your family problems. All right then. If you agree to the week after the semester, I'll give you the Thanksgiving break. How about that. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll never get into the Etas."

"Well Joe? I'll do it if you agree. You're the one that started us doing it anyway."

"Yeah, I know. But this isn't the same. Before we wanted to do it, but if we do this, we'll have to do it. I don't know if that's right."

"Would you be willing to just try it once to see how you feel?" Wally asked.

"I don't know... "

"How about this. Nick and Alex will be here in another hour. If you allow us to watch, I'll see to it you get invited to all the Eta parties, and perhaps use their weight rooms once or twice a week."

"Deal," my cover-self said.

"All right," Joey's reluctantly said.

"Thank you. Now that that is settled, I need to rest up. You may explore the suite freely and entertain yourselves in the rest of the rooms."

We spent the hour in a TV room, watching Loony Tunes and generally goofing off the time. At least that's what our cover-selves did. Joey and I were busy arguing across the share link.

Joey was refusing to go through with it. In fact, he was about to risk detection by altAlexg his cover-self to say no when I talked him out of it. The more he argued though, the harder it became to envision myself making loveless love like that.

Right before Nick and Alex showed up, Joey told me he was going to close himself in and not experience it. And as the four of us went in Richardson's bedroom, Joey did just that. I was on my own.

I don't know if it was out of habit or what, but our cover-selves pulled it off. We had spent the afternoon building up to it, and we did as lovingly as that kind of sex can appear.

Richardson was very pleased, and even though he and Alex didn't try it that time, he was certain they would after enough repeat performances. This time Joey's cover-self didn't say no, and we were in.

That Saturday afternoon, in what was the biggest crock of shit ceremony I could imagine, Greg, Nick, Joey, and I all were publicly initiated as Gamma Alpha Eta brothers. However, the real initiation didn't actually happen until that evening when all the initiates were nude, pumping their weights hard with their hard cocks standing straight up. One by one the initiates had their nipples pierced with nothing more than a sterilized needle that caused each initiate to cum and cum hard. The pain signals from the needle tearing the hole through their nipple was translated into pleasure by the rat in their mind.

Joey and I managed to program our own true minds to also translate the pain into pleasure after finding out what was going on. Because Richardson had been the one to get us in and Nick was considered to be Alex's responsibility, Alex did the three of us while Blake was only granted the privilege of piercing Greg's nipple.

The weeks sped up for us after that. We had no time for anything but school work in the early mornings, classes in the afternoons, and then had to spend whatever free time we had working on this stupid charity project the fraternity volunteered for. At least we figured out why the Etas could go without sex for long periods. Every night our body's arousal grew with the physical exhaustion of our workouts until it erupted in orgasm. Our cocks' eruption always signaled it was time to quit, so whenever one of us came, that person simply cleaned up his mess, then hit the showers and crawled into bed. It was actually very satisfying, having physically worn yourself out while experiencing an extended period of intense arousal. I always felt like I had spent the day fucking like mad by the time I was pulling the sheets over my naked body.

Thanksgiving break was absolute heaven. The twins loved our daily schedule, and even loved the way we always ended the night working out and cuming before their very eyes. Sometime they even tried helping it out, but they got a big kick out of watching it erupt all by itself, always watching it like it was fireworks going off on the Fourth of July. I'm not exaggerating either.

Joey's mom and dad seemed very normal to us most of the time. They kept talking about going home and starting their old lives back up, but it just wasn't time for that kind of step yet. Three times while we were there, Joey's mom had relapses to the pain lust Steven had originally inflicted on her. And Joey never could shake the image of them going at it like a couple of wild animals at the dinner table. While it had entertained Dad, my mom got pretty upset about it, mostly because Joey had nearly ran out of the room in tears.

I was the only one who kept on eating without taking much notice. When my mom yelled at me for being insensitive, I shrugged and said, "They just have to get it out of their system. Better now than later like when they're over at Suzi's house or something," then took another bite of mashed potatoes while table continued to shake.

My mom. She was like pregnant, you know? I mean, unless you saw her nude body enough, you couldn't tell there was anything there. Of course my dad, myself, and even Joey all knew it very well, and I swear my dad told her she was bigger ever single morning.

Still couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl. But man... There was definitely something going on in there. Joey and I spent hours reviving our hobby of drawing symbols, discovering a whole new wave of them coming from the developing nervous system of my unborn sibling. Some of them were so complex, we couldn't draw them, but others were very... well, beautiful is what we thought of them as. But unless you had spent months drawing these things, you just can't appreciate their beauty.

During the week after our break, we went and got "the treatment". Boy, talk about a pain in the... tit? After it became obvious there were no telepaths around, I scanned the doctors mind to find out what the hell they were doing to us.

Around the time a woman has a baby, their breasts produce a watery fluid called colostrum which contains proteins and antibodies to protect the baby from infection. Then after about three days, it is replaced by the milk we all knew and loved at one time.

Antibodies = Antibiotics. We were being milked for our bodies natural defenses. But we were males, right? Yeah, but we all have the equipment, even if ours are immature. And since these antibodies are not actually produced by the breasts themselves, they were simply using the mechanism which causes the increase production of antibodies and collecting them in what they called a serum sac.

It was a little disturbing to find they actually go in and surgically install some kind of artificial membrane that causes this sac to form. Then through the pierced hole in our nipple, they inject a serum that causes the antibodies to collect in the sac. Apparently it's extremely productive, and very profitable. The antibodies could be harvested three hours after the serum injection, but the body could only make so much, so only three milkings were done a day. And for a male to produce the amount of antibodies without screwing around with hormones meant for women, our bodies had to keep straining its physical limits to keep producing extra amounts of antibodies. That's the real reason for the body building.

The week following our treatments, Joey was getting very frustrated. It was already finals week, and we had no more idea of Sarah's whereabouts than we did before coming there. And while Joey wasn't shutting himself out for all the sex on the weekends anymore, he did do it for the last part of it, and the concept of spending a week doing that was really getting to him.

Then there was the fact that we had spent every weekend at Richardson's, watching helplessly as Nick was lead down what we both felt was a path not of his own choosing. If you forgot the fact that Wally had made Nick his loving slave boy, you would say that it was romantic how he let Nick decide what he would do, and when Alex would take over for him to do the rest. He was letting Nick go at his own pace, but Nick wasn't doing it for himself. He was doing it for the love which had been force upon him.

But the person I think it was hardest on was Alex. I can't imagine how difficult it was for him to watch as his lover fell in love with the person he was helping to make that happen with. More than once, Alex broke down into tears the weekend before finals, and both Nick and Wally did everything they could to comfort him, but it usually just made him cry all the harder.

I can't tell you how baaaaddd I wanted to spend a night with my old friend Jack. I mean, I was already miserable. A little more misery later wouldn't hurt if I could escape it all for a little while. Didn't happen though.

After our last final, Joey and I met Nick to be picked up to go to Robertson's. To our surprise, instead of being picked up, Nick DROVE us there without us getting knocked out.

Next shock: Joey got tired of listening to Nick talk about how he was looking forward to spending the whole week with us and Wally. So he asked Nick to take off his ear ring.

"Sorry, Joe. That doesn't work anymore. Wally took out all the stuff in my head weeks ago."

When Joey and I lost the color in our faces, he said, "Relax, guys. I don't think Wally knows anything about what you did. He never said anything to me about it, and he tells me everything now. And besides. Why would he be letting me drive you to him if he didn't trust you?"

"Nick," I said once I recovered my voice. "You don't understand what has happened to you. You're not yourself."

"Look. If you can do the things Wally can do, then you can look in my head for anything that shouldn't be there. If you can find them, that is."

"Shit, Tim. He has us there. It's hard enough too... What are you smiling about?"

"Nick, pull over. I know of only one way to check if your head is really clear of his rats."

"Rats?"

"Just pull over and trust me, okay?"

He did, but he wasn't too happy about it.

"Nick, look at me," I said, capturing his eyes and opening an empathic connection. "Now, think about your feelings for Wally and Alex. Just concentrate on them."

"Okay... This feels weird, in... a... nice... way... " he said, ending in a whisper.

I dived deeper and deeper into the emotions he was spewing out. For what felt like hours, I searched for any signs of dark blotches, or even specks, but the only ones I found were purely harmless. Like the kind that kept him eager to keep his body fit and blocked any discomfort from the milkings.

I finally gave up, and when I came out, Nick blinked, then smiled and said, "You didn't find anything did you."

"Nothing I was looking for or would see reason to remove. How long did that take, Joey?"

"Joey? Sounds like you two are getting kind of sweet on each other again," Nick said with another smile as he started the car up.

"About an half an hour, Douglas," Joey said with a grin.

"Douglas? You mean Douglas and Joey are you real names? Shit. Who are you two? Undercover cops or something?"

"No... He was joking, Nick. Look in the mirror. You'll see his smirk still on his face."

Joey stuck his tongue out at Nick, then kept grinning.

"You're in a good mood all of a sudden," I said to Joey.

"I guess I feel better knowing that Nick is doing things the way he wants too."

"Yeah," Nick said. "I love him. I can't explain why, but I do. He's so... vulnerable."

"Shit," Joey exclaimed.

"I know. He's not really. But he is to me. And to Alex. Oh Alex... " Nick said with a sigh. "You know what happens on Wednesday?"

"No. What?" I asked.

"Alex forgets all about Wally. It's going to be so hard for him," Nick said, not bothering to clarify who it would be so hard for.

A few hours later, we entered Central State's campus, and I suddenly knew what had changed Joey's mood. If Wally really did trust us enough with his location...

"Can I ask you guys a personal question?" Nick asked suddenly as he pulled into a parking spot.

"Yeah," we both said.

"Were you nervous the first time... you know... "

"No, we don't know," I said, having felt Joey's confusion echoing my own.

"The first time you had someone fuck you," he said quickly.

"Oh... "

"Nervous... No. Scared. Yes." Joey admitted.

"Really?" I said to him. "I guess I don't remember that. I just remember how much it hurt."

"Yeah, and that's why I was scared. You probably had it the easiest. You went first."

"You guys aren't making me feel any better about this," Nick said with wide eyes.

"Nick, we can't tell you whether you should or should not do it. It has to be your choice, and not anyone else's. Especially not Wally's, not that I think he is putting all that great of pressure on you at once. But if he really does love you, and you don't want him to do it, then he shouldn't. You know? That's what real love is. Making do with what the other wants."