Chapter 1: Suzi’s Toys

January 15th - January 16th, 1990

As I pulled up to the curb in front of the apartment building which would be my new home, my heart was pounding out of anticipation of my surprising Joey and Suzi. I was actually surprised I had reached this far without either of them picking up on me, and took a moment to congratulate myself for my idea working.

Basically, whenever Joey wanted to form a share link with me, I had to consciously will my lifeforce to mix with his. After we had gotten good at doing that, we experimented with willing different aspects of our lifeforce, and while we really didn’t understand how it worked, we learned how to limit the effects of sharing our lifeforces, like preventing ourselves from becoming drunk when the other was tanked up.

Joey, Suzi, and my mom knew me well enough to feel me out without exerting hardly any effort. Especially Joey. Even when Joey isn’t linked with someone, he can feel me out across a crowded room without any conscious effort. Of course when Suzi isn’t linked through Joey, she can’t feel me out at all, but I couldn’t imagine her not being linked whenever Joey was. And I had learned that week before Christmas that there was no way I could sneak up on either of them for they were as tuned into me, and each other, as I was to them.

This idea of lifeforces and our will being able to affect it had given me the idea I might be able to hide myself somewhat from their expanded senses just by willing myself not to emit Timmy like signals. It had only been a hunch, and while it was a bit draining to constantly be holding in my vibes, so to speak, I knew if I could feel them both in Suzi’s apartment on the second floor, they should have sensed me by now if they were going to.

I doubted I would be able to hide myself from them if they actively sought me out, and the closer I was to them physically, the harder it would be to keep my presence masked. I could feel them so clearly, and while surprising them at this point would have been fine, I really wanted to see their expressions, and that meant hiding my presence up until they opened the door.

But I was losing my confidence in how long I could keep it up. Unless I successfully surprised them at the door, I felt my sneakiness wouldn’t be appreciated. I sat in my car for several minutes trying to work out some sort of plan.

It wasn’t until two Etas started walking down the path to the apartment’s front door that I decided it was time to go. I jumped out of my car and, as quickly and quietly as I could, snuck up behind them before inserting a block in their minds to prevent them from noticing me.

From that point, I put myself on automatic pilot and let them lead me inside. I almost gave it all away, however, when they went straight to my apartment’s door and then walked right in without needing to unlock the door.

I quickly took back control of my body and just stood there afraid to move as the two muscle-bound Etas took off their coats and laid them across Joey’s old family room couch.

“Sir, may I ask you something?” the blondish rather short guy asked respectfully.

“Please don’t call me sir,” the only slightly taller redhead replied after hesitating a moment from taking off his shirt. “And you don’t have to ask me permission for anything.”

“Yes, sir. I mean, okay, Jeff.”

Jeff tossed his shirt on the floor and laid a sympathetic hand on his companion’s shoulder while the blonde tried to unbuckle his own pants with shaking hands.

“Kent, relax. No one’s expecting you to perform any better than what you naturally can do. This is your first time with a woman, isn’t it?”

“I ... yes,” he said nervously and somewhat submissively. “Except with Mistress Gina, but I never ... You know ... With her anyway.”

“Yes, I know all right,” Jeff said gently as he reached down and unbuckled Kent’s belt and undid his jeans. “Losing my virginity to another guy wasn’t my plan either when I joined the Etas.”

“You too, sir?” Kent asked as Jeff slid Kent’s pants down and waited for him to step out of them.”

“Yep. Mistress Gina picked me out for the same reason she picked you. She likes seeing the short guy get fucked up the ass by all the others. I did it so much I thought I wanted to keep doing it when she finally got tired of me, so I asked Baker if I could join Richardson’s group.”

“Me too,” Kent admitted softly as Jeff finished undressing him, neither of them seeming to take notice of Kent’s cock at full mast after his briefs came off.

“The fifth weekend I was there, Master Joey showed up, and he and Wally took me into a bedroom to talk with me. You know what they said?”

“What?” Kent said while sliding Jeff’s pants down just as Jeff had done for him.

“Pretty much the same thing I told you. Wally didn’t think I really was interested in men after not having chosen someone to pair up with, and that Joey thought I’d be perfect for his Mistress.”

“His Mistress?” Kent asked confused, pausing only a second before tenderly pulling down Jeff’s tented jockey shorts, as if afraid he’d hurt the cock if he wasn’t careful. “But he’s...”

“Yes, I know. He’s the Doc’s brother. I couldn’t believe it either, but after you get to know Suzi you’ll understand. If I didn’t already want to fill her every desire, I’d probably do so willingly.”

“Would you like me to blow you?” Kent asked nervously, still on his knees and staring down Jeff’s hard on.

Jeff sighed, shook his head, then with a somewhat commanding tone, he said, “No. Keep your thoughts on what you were brought here to do.”

“Yes sir,” Kent replied obediently.

Jeff offered Kent his hand, and when Kent took it, Jeff pulled him up to his feet, put both hands on Kent’s shoulders, and said, “I picked you because I knew you’re just like I was. Confused, horny, and wanting something more than just getting fucked in the ass and giving blowjobs. After tonight if you still yearn to fuck around with another guy, you can always go back to Richardson. But I think once you slide your cock into one of Mistress Suzi’s hot holes, you’ll never want to do it with a guy again.”

Kent looked up at Jeff and said with some measure of certainty, “I think ... I hope you’re right, Jeff.”

“Now that’s more like it,” Jeff said with a grin. “Now, let’s get into the bathroom so we can get oiled up.”

“Yes sir!” Kent said smartly, turning around and heading that way.

Jeff watched Kent’s ass a moment, then jumped forward and smacked it with his right hand saying, “And I get to do your ass first.”

I didn’t follow them. Instead, I sat down on the couch feeling a bit sick to my stomach. Neither Suzi nor Joey had mentioned anything about Suzi having been sampling the Eta beef, and it wouldn’t have been such a shock if they had. I had assumed Suzi’s restlessness during Christmas break had been from not having Joey around to fuck.

But now it was as plain as day to me why her restlessness hadn’t been sedated long by her fuck with Brad in the limo. She had gotten used to having more attentive partners, probably more than one at a time before the break.

Jeff and Kent were joking around in my bathroom a bit when suddenly Joey probed for them and nearly caused me to shit in my pants. Seriously. Once I was sure Joey hadn’t detected me, I was straining to hold it in as I passed Jeff and Kent on their rush to leave the bathroom while I was rushing to get in.

I managed to hold it off long enough to remove the mental blocks in their minds just in case Joey or Suzi might detect them, and then tried desperately to keep my turd from coming out too fast in case they might hear the plop.

Time passed slowly as I waited in my apartment for them to return for their clothes. They had made a bit of a mess in my shower, and I was quickly coming up with a list of things I forgot to bring. Things like cleansers, and more embarrassing, a plunger for my freshly clogged toilet.

My mind boggled at how Jeff and Kent seemed to be acting of their own free will in some respects. I knew the rat in their head controlled their persona to be whatever their masters and mistresses wished them to be, but none of the Etas I knew from two and a half years ago, including Suzi’s brother Jason, should have both their free will and their memories like that.

When it came down to it, the Group’s rats were a brute force complex solution to the issue of memory management of someone secretly enslaved. The hybrid persona was the elegant solution to the same problem, and that was ensuring all the memories you want hidden are not retained in the normal unmodified persona.

Both methods used a copy of the original persona, but while the hybrid used a third enslaved persona to control everything, the Group enslaved the copied persona and used a rat to manage it and the normal persona’s memories. Despite how the rat appeared to work, it wasn’t a thinking entity but a complex series of commands working on the subconscious level. While the rat did a good job keeping the normal persona clueless about the Group’s activities and use of its host while on campus, it was less than stellar at keeping things straight when not in the normal campus routine.

The rat also became vulnerable to exposure when it had to manage the normal persona, and having it direct the normal persona while the normal persona was active really defeated the purpose of having the normal persona in the first place. I would later learn just how messy cleaning up the normal personas could get. I was not impressed at all by the rat at that point, though to be fair, the rat worked fine until someone mucked with the person it controlled.

The hybrid persona, on the other hand, had a thinking entity controlling it: the enslaved persona. I suppose the enslaved persona was very much like a rat, but it was a full thinking persona that, while by itself it was fairly simple compared to the other personas, it had the advantage of adapting to any situation and never exposed itself while doing its work. And when the person’s normal persona was in control, the enslaved persona did absolutely nothing. The only thing it could do is switch to the hybrid persona when it deemed it safe and called to do so by its master. Even while manipulating the hybrid persona, the enslaved persona was completely hidden to normal telepathic abilities. However, while the hybrid persona was active, Jennifer could spot it working in the streams, and I could sense it empathically, especially with the vision of the damned.

All of this is somewhat abstract. A person’s mind isn’t a computer that can be programmed with separate memory spaces. The subconscious mind is where all this magic happens, and a telepath can’t access the depths of subconscious directly. It’s difficult to explain without experiencing it, but the easiest visual description telepaths like to use is the subconscious is like an onion with its many layers. In a way, the personas are like the outer layers which, unlike an onion, can switch to which is the outermost layer. The part of the subconscious mind telepaths can access is the layer immediately beneath those outer layers, but that’s as far as we can go. The inner depths of the onion are a mystery as it doesn’t use thoughts which, when it comes to it, are what commands operate on.

In the years to come, I would learn that those inner depths are where most of the empathic abilities operate and the twins’ empathic controls reside. At this point on, you could consider the inner depths being a person’s soul. Heh. The soul of the onion.

Getting back to my experience with the Etas in my apartment at Central State, it was obvious to me both men were being controlled by their enslaved persona. That persona shouldn’t have had the free will to talk the way they were talking. Having personal preferences to the type of sex they had, or even being disturbed by the sex they had in the past was just out of character for an enslaved persona to have. I mean, sure you could do it, but that would just lead to problems.

The only furniture in the apartment was the Conner’s old couch and a card table with two folding chairs I guessed Suzi had supplied. I was seriously reconsidering my decision to move there again, but no matter how much this whole thing bothered me, I knew I wanted to be with them. After spending three weeks with my two best friends, I couldn’t bear going back to the way it was before.

Sometime after one in the morning, after being up there for nearly four hours, Jeff and Kent finally came back looking happily tired, placid, and took every measure possible to make as little noise as possible.

They stunk of sex, their hair was a mess, the shine from the oil they had applied earlier was dull from the mixture of sweat, and from their odor, their own cum. Without comment, they headed right to the bathroom, and even if I hadn’t inserted commands for them to ignore it, I seriously wondered if they would have even noticed the clogged toilet.

I followed them to the bathroom this time, curious as to what all they had done up there while not yet ready to peek for myself, especially while Joey was still awake.

Jeff turned on the shower, then directed the happily dazed Kent into the path of the water when it was ready, grinning as Kent sputtered from the water forcing Kent’s mind back to life.

As Jeff handed Kent a bar of soap and a cloth, Jeff praised him, saying, “You did really good, Kent. I think she liked you a lot.”

“Really?” he asked, hopefully. “I thought I really screwed up when I tried to give Master Joey a blowjob.”

“You weren’t the first to make that mistake. Hell, I was constantly trying to persuade him to fuck me until Suzi finally had me lie down on the floor on my back and she mounted me. I don’t think I ever gave him another thought after that.”

“Do you think she’ll want me ... again?”

“Fuck, yeah. You and I have an advantage over the other five. We’re just her height.”

“We are, aren’t we,” Kent said in the middle of soaping up his face with the cloth. “Is that another reason you picked me?”

“Yes. You and I have a lot in common. I haven’t told her this yet, but I’m hoping you’ll be able to take my place on the Tuesdays and Thursdays she calls. I have a night class. We usually start around seven, but that’s when my class starts.”

“But you said they only do it on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.”

“It’s not Suzi’s fault my schedule didn’t work out. The way I see it, since Joey made me responsible for managing us, my first duty is to see that Suzi is made happy. If that means I have to sacrifice my own time with her, then that’s what I’m going to do. And with you around, she’ll always have someone her own size. I think that makes a difference.”

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Kent said, having been so stunned that he had stopped his washing.

“Thank me by serving our mistress to the best of your abilities,” Jeff said seriously. “She’s the one who you should be grateful to.”

Kent went back to washing himself when Jeff finished his own washing, then after Kent bent over to wash his legs, he noticed Jeff’s cock getting hard, and realized why.

“Jeff, do you ever think about having sex with guys again?” Kent asked as his cock started growing as well.

Jeff admitted, “Not usually, no.”

“Have you ever fucked a guy in his ass?” Kent asked, facing away from Jeff, bending over slightly while running his hand over his left buttock, creeping closer to his crack with each pass.

“No, and honestly, I don’t want to start,” Jeff said.

“Okay,” Kent sighed. “But if you ever want to try...”

I left the bathroom at that point, sensing Joey having fallen asleep. I relaxed a little on the couch while Jeff and Kent finished up in the bathroom, then slipped them both into a dream state and had them get dressed and sit down.

Jeff’s loyalty to Suzi was not programmed, I was glad to see. In his mind, she rescued him from living a life not meant for him, and while I did see Suz deserving some of the credit, I had found it rather suspicious that he saw her to be the sole reason until I realized he was in love with her.

Kent didn’t have those kinds of feelings yet. The sex he had just experienced had completely blown his mind, and while the main reason I was detaining them was to get the details of that sex, I skipped over that for the moment to make sure he wasn’t being misguided in some way.

From what I could tell, everything they had told him was on the level. And his mind was so buzzed by the new feelings he had discovered during his first heterosexual sex made me realize how important this night would be to him for the rest of his enslaved life. He felt liberated, freed from his self image of being gay and never having anything more than some guy’s cock in his face or in his ass.

Jeff had experienced the same feelings, but there was one important difference between the two young men. Jeff focused his gratitude towards Suzi, while Kent was rightly accrediting Jeff for making this possible. I wondered where it would lead, but it wasn’t any of my business. Besides, all of this only mattered while their enslaved persona was in control. Their normal personas would believe they had lost their virginities at an Eta party to some girl who was into their body.

I briefly flicked through some of their memories about their times with both Gina and Wally. The time with Gina was pretty much a fuck and suck where their own cocks never received any attention. But their time spent with Wally in his underground lair was somewhat a surprise. They hadn’t initially done anything more than give blowjobs to Alex and Wally, but it was clear to me the two telepaths didn’t mind the fact that Jeff and Kent were originally straight, and even seemed to enjoy that fact.