Chapter 15: Rubber Band

9th Grade: January 25th - February 1st, 1986

Gwen was hot to trot when she met me at her front door on Saturday. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off her awesome legs to their fullest. Not that she let me look at them very long before sending her tongue into my mouth. She hadn’t even shut the front door.

I had to cool her jets for her, something I was startled finding I could do. Like so many other things, I simply did it without thinking about it, then had to figure out how I did it. These sorts of things just came naturally to me, almost like it was instinctual, but my dad assured me it was pure talent.

Yes, I called him dad ... for the time being. He had spent nearly four hours Friday night giving me what he called the classical view of telepathic controls. There were a lot of pieces to it, but everything centered around the two basic core concepts of motivators and inhibitors.

Motivators were commands that promoted a behavior you wanted while inhibitors did the opposite. The one thing he constantly drilled into me was how most telepaths used one or the other to accomplish their goal and were lazy about it. His own methods were complicated and he didn’t go into any real detail there, but he did say the secret to his success was making small incremental changes over time. As it turned out, that was sort of a given since he didn’t have the telepathic strength to make big changes. I never realized how much more effort it took to make big changes since that was something I naturally avoided doing.

My dad ... He was open, charming, and was honestly enjoying sharing his knowledge with me. This was something his own father had denied him. The chance to learn from him. At one point, my dad got a little teary-eyed from how easily I absorbed and then eagerly asked him questions. We both were living out our own lifelong fantasies over something that, to be honest, only he could teach me.

That good mood was soured a bit when it was time for his eight o’clock fuck. I politely declined his offer to call someone in for me, but I surprised both of us when I asked if I could stay and watch.

My father said, “I ... suppose. Why? Are looking for tips?”

I was turning red out of embarrassment, but I managed to stammer out, “I ... I guess I’m just curious? I mean, how many women have you ... you know. Been with.”

My father chuckled and said, “Son, I lost track of that a long time ago.”

I asked, “Then how can you be sure I’m your only son?”

He looked at me and said, “Well, for one, unless I’m absolutely sure I can’t get her pregnant, I put a block on my orgasm until I’ve given her hers, then I usually switch to her ass. But before I met your mother, I would have them suck it out of me, fuck their breasts, or fucked a different one I could come in.”

“Block it? I’ve done that to slow things down before, but mom said it wasn’t reliable.”

“You have to block it when you first get an erection or you risk sperm in your precum. And you should always urinate immediately before to flush anything lingering.”

“I’ll remember that.”

He asked, “Have you used condoms?”

“Sure.”

“Do you like using them?”

“Not really. But I don’t want to risk getting anyone pregnant. Suzi is on birth control, but that isn’t 100%.”

“Neither are condoms. And neither is using their ass instead if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

I said, “We’ve only done that once each. It’s not something Suzi enjoys.”

“That’s something I can show you how to fix some other time.”

I asked, “So you do know how to make it feel good? Like ... condition them or something?”

He chuckled and said, “Something like that, yes. Your mother made me figure out how to do it while I was under her control. I didn’t perfect it until after she was gone.”

I could tell there was a story there he wanted to share, but his eight o’clock was already between his legs working on his cock.

I got a little squeamish at that point and ended up running out to the dining room to grab a snack and something to drink. He surprised me when twenty minutes later, he came dressed in his robe looking and smelling as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

At that point, we got lost in the conversation about how the blocks worked and the various ways to use triggers, another core component to classical telepathic control.

As I followed Gwen to the limo where Cindy waited inside, I was temporarily lost in thought about how the need had flared up by my touches. It didn’t quite fit the trigger concept. I expected the triggers had been individual for each touch and just added a little more need as I activated them, but the need hadn’t reacted that way at all. It was like I crossed some kind of threshold that released the need all at once.

I was a little disappointed in myself at how easy it was for me to command the girls to feel open with each other. I knew the commands were harmless, but I did it without really even thinking about it simply because of how confident I had become with using such simple motivators. I didn’t have that confidence until my dad had me use some on some of the staff to illustrate their temporary nature. I could have implanted motivators that wouldn’t be temporary, but that took more effort and a lot more forethought.

No, these motivators were essentially pushed thoughts that the receiver couldn’t reject. I had already been using them in limited ways, such as making people ignore what I said unless it was directed at them. That was a little more complicated in the sense that it required the thought to stay active until the conditions for it to expire were met. This was very much a lot like programming a computer in the way you had to structure things to inhibit or motivate based on specific conditions.

I was initially amused by their verbal sharing of their fantasies, but then I became concerned over how it might alter Gwen’s fantasy if she decided to incorporate some of what Cindy had said into her own. I relaxed when I realized Gwen pretty much had already done everything already, but I vowed I wouldn’t let that happen again.

Joey had wanted to come, but he had basketball practice until noon. He and Brad would join us for lunch. If everything went the way I figured, while I started taking care of Gwen, they and Cindy would have a swim before heading home in a limo together.

I gave them the quick tour, and I was pleased to find my dad was wearing clothes when we arrived at the north study. After the splendor of the Marlfield mansion, the Hampton mansion seemed so dated and less impressive to me. I had to keep reminding myself of how it first appeared to me in order to not downplay the girls’ reactions.

After introductions and Gwen’s remark at our resemblances, my dad had them get comfortable against the hill of pillows while the lights lowered for the performance.

While they watched “The Importance of Being Earnest” by Oscar Wilde, my dad and I were focused on his gentle probing and sometimes manipulation of their minds. I was a little nervous at first, especially when he sent a few quick commands, but seeing how they made the girls unaware of his tinkering and my fascination at what he was doing made me relax and even somewhat enjoy spending what my mom was calling quality time with my dad.

Joey’s remark about what my dad’s and my thing we enjoyed doing together kept popping up in my mind. Was enslaving and fucking girls together what my father hoped to achieve if the twins had done whatever he had asked them to do? I never understood what exactly he had told them he wanted. My mom would just say it wasn’t important.

I still didn’t trust him not to try and corrupt me, but I didn’t believe he was doing it out of malice. I felt a little guilty of how my emotions about him kept rubberbanding between eager enthusiasm to spend time with him and a sort of detached disgust about what he represented. My emotions were doing a lot of rubber banding lately, and it was only going to get much worse.

The power-lust was back too. I couldn’t stop contemplating having sex with so many girls. So far only Gwen was to the point where full intercourse was needed, but like Jessica said, oral sex was still sex. Only a few of the earliest girls had fantasies excluding sucking my cock, but I had included that in later fantasies about them. About two-thirds expected some oral sex in return as well. That I was okay with.

The power-lust focused on the idea of their eyes staring into mine while they crossed that orgasmic threshold. I hadn’t realized Cindy had done that until the power-lust had zoomed in on it during reminiscing about our climaxes. Something about watching them lose themselves in the moment was highly stimulating to me. I couldn’t wait to do it with Gwen and some of the others.

Guilt and arousal were rubberbanding me around quite a lot. Friday night before bed I knelt and prayed that my dad would find a simple solution just to relieve the stress I was feeling over it.

Almost an hour went by before my dad relaxed and after a moment of consternation, he looked over at me and said, “I don’t know.”

I don’t think I had ever felt so disappointed. Not at him, and I immediately gave him an appreciative smile.

He said, “It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before. It appears to be highly memory dependent. The memories are somehow tied to basic instinctual motivators that are hardwired.”

“If it’s memory, couldn’t we just make them forget?”

“Memory is the most difficult thing to work around. Once a memory is stored, it’s very difficult to repress it. You can alter it by forcing them to remember it with small changes each time they recall it, but that doesn’t guarantee they won’t remember the original in a moment of stress. And using inhibitors are the worst way to suppress a memory. Short of physically damaging the part of the brain the memory is stored, you just have to deal with what’s there.”

I sighed, but then asked, “But then how can hypnotists make people forget things?”

“They don’t forget it. That’s a subconscious trick that is even less reliable than using inhibitors. I’ll explain it all to you at some point, but we’re not going to get there today.”

I sighed again and asked, “So what are my options?”

“Seeing how Cindy isn’t showing any signs of it returning, I think the safest thing to do in Gwen’s case is what you planned. I’d have to examine some of the others to see if there isn’t something we could do to block its progression.”

He paused, and for a moment he looked as if he was going to add something, but then he turned and signaled an attendant to bring him some tea.

When he returned his attention to me, I gave him a questioning look.

My father hesitated before saying, “If I didn’t know better, I would have said that this was the handiwork of an extremely talented telepath. Yet I can see how it was done by an adolescent like yourself. The combination of forcing their physical stimulation and sharing the emotional component while they experienced the fantasy is a very powerful form of brainwashing. I should know. I use a very similar method myself.”

While I was not happy to hear that, I gave him a humorous smile and said, “A regular chip off the old block, huh?”

My father smiled fondly and said, “I can only imagine what you will accomplish in the future. You have a natural talent, and with your mother’s and my help, you’ll be able to develop it safely without you becoming the monster you fear.”

I looked at him and wondered how he could be so oblivious to how closely he resembled that monster to me, both in looks and ideals.

The guys arrived ten minutes before the play finished. Brad was a little nervous, and it took me a few minutes to recognize it was more about being back in the study than meeting my father. I didn’t really understand why that orgy had disturbed so many of our friends. Brad especially since we had messed around in front of each other before, and he admitted he and Brook had fantasized about what they had done together.

During lunch, I probed Brad’s memories of the event. I didn’t understand it then, but after “treating” a few more girls, I would recognize it wasn’t the acts that disturbed them, it was loss of the stimulation envisioning those acts had produced. Once the need had been sated, they no longer felt that excitement they had, and that made them feel like they had done something wrong to have lost it.

I don’t know why it took me so long to work that out. All I had to do was look at Cindy to see it. Cindy hadn’t wanted to come. In fact, she didn’t want to have anything to do with me or any other guy she once was interested in. In a way, her sex drive had reset and nothing seemed to excite her. While she was glad the need wasn’t overwhelming her any longer, she missed the excitement and subconsciously resented me for having taken that away from her.

Gwen and I joined Joey, Brad and Cindy to goof off for a half-hour in the ballroom. That was one room the Marlfield mansion didn’t have. My father promised he’d have the system updated with Compact Disc players and start replacing the albums stored on eight-track tapes with CDs.

We did not join them in the pool, though. I wasn’t sure how long it would take to sate Gwen’s need, but I didn’t want to waste our energy swimming.

So after showing them to the changing and shower room, I walked Gwen back upstairs holding her hand.

When we reached the second floor, Gwen asked, “So this it? We’re just going to have sex until it’s gone?”

I said, “Not exactly. We have to follow the fantasy the way you remember it playing out.”

“The way I remember it?”

I shrugged and said, “You’ve made changes to it since last summer. In my fantasies, I never took it as far as full intercourse.”

Gwen scoffed, “Full intercourse? If you mean fucking, say fucking.”

“Okay. I never took it as far as fucking.”

“But, you’ve fucked before.”

“Yes, I’ve fucked before. You and Cindy talked in detail about it, remember?”

“So, she was your first?”

“No, Suzi was my first. What’s with all the questions?”

She shrugged and said, “You know the saying. You’re not just having sex with the person, but with all the people they’ve had sex with.”

I hadn’t heard that saying before, so I took a moment to comprehend the possible meanings.

I said, “If you’re worried about getting the clap or something, the only other person involved was Joey. He and Suzi took each other’s virginities. They haven’t been with anyone else.”

Besides those at the orgy, I realized. I could see how the spread of disease sexually could quickly get out of hand.

Gwen said, “Well, my two guys were complete virgins when I did them. I’m hoping you’re better. They had no idea what they were doing.”

As we approached the room I had set up, I smiled, looked at her and said, “How this for starters?”

Gwen gasped when we reached the doorway and she saw the room.

The large canopy bed was surrounded by thin veils, and the entire room was lit only by candlelight. I had had to replace most of the candles with standard candles instead of the incense burning kind as my mom had pointed out it would have been overwhelming with twenty-three of them burning.

I pressed play on the CD player.

As the music started playing, I closed the door and said, “May I have this dance?”

The look in her eyes told me it would be a very short dance; the music and smell of lavender had already triggered the need. I think we only danced twenty steps before the power-lust overwhelmed my restraint, and at that point, it was hands pulling off clothing before collapsing onto the bed.

I reeled myself in and focused myself on following the fantasy leaping to the forefront of her mind. Kissing, touching, stroking, grinding, sucking, licking, all pretty standard stuff for how all my fantasies had started off. Most of the differences were based on the girl’s unique erogenous zones. By that, I mean different zones were more erogenous than others for a particular girl.

I took my time working her up to her first two orgasms, only the second given orally. After that, it was her turn to do me, and that involved getting off the bed. Before I ever received one, I thought the proper position for blowjobs was the guy standing and the girl on her knees. While there wasn’t anything wrong with that position, it wasn’t the most comfortable if given over an extended amount of time.

The one modification I made to the fantasy was making sure she kept eye contact as much as possible. While that wasn’t possible when I orally satisfied her, that wasn’t the case when she did me. While bobbing on my staff, her fingers were stimulating her nob, and when the moment came for me to erupt, I triggered an empathic connection with her that set her own eruption off.

After gulping my seed down and teasing my cock until it gave up and went soft, I had to help Gwen back onto the bed, and then the two of us rested a few minutes.

We drank some water, then she climbed on top of me and said, “Much better than those two blundering boys.”

After we did some tongue wrestling, we broke our lips apart and I said, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Better than Cindy?”

I said firmly, “I cannot and will not compare.”

Gwen let out a snort of amusement and said, “Really?”

I said, “I know the rules. Girls can talk, but guys keep their traps shut.”

Gwen asked, “Do you know what they say about you right now?”

“That I’m cheater, probably.”

“Well, aren’t you?”

That hurt, and it must have shown as she immediately said, “I’m sorry.”

I said, “No, it’s okay. For the record, Joey is Suzi’s boyfriend as of Wednesday. We just didn’t tell anyone.”

Gwen frowned and said, “You had already broken up? But that’s not what people told me.”

I shrugged and said, “People don’t know what they’re talking about. Off the record, and by that, I mean you can’t tell anyone, we didn’t break up. Joey, Suzi and I are a threesome. Suzi’s just publicly switching the front man so I can take care of you and the other girls without drawing the public’s ire.”

“A threesome? How does that work?”

“Suzi has two boyfriends. That’s pretty much all there is to it. Joey and I are like brothers. We’ve always shared everything. I know it’s weird, but it works for us.”

“Wow.”

I gave her a testing kiss on the lips, then when she responded, I rolled us over so I could continue the fantasy.

Working us up to the point where we were ready to fuck was more of the same of what we had done earlier. Kissing, touching, stroking, grinding, sucking, licking, and then finally sliding in while staring into each other’s eyes and starting the fucking.

I struggled a little bit with the emotional component. With Cindy, I felt oddly closer to her, maybe because she was my second girl to make love to. But with Gwen, I just didn’t feel that magic. After driving us to the peek a few times and backing off, before the final go, I had to channel my internal Romeo and force myself to look upon her face with all the tenderness and love I could muster.

When I saw the need melting in her eyes into something else, the power-lust took over and I made passionate love to her like I was with Suzi. At the moment our final orgasm peeked, I saw it in her eyes. That look of embracing her surrender. That alone made me shiver from the erotic pleasure that produced.

I stayed hard and poised above her panting, my sweat dripping off my nose and onto her upper lip. Her eyes had that distant look, yet I could tell she was still focused on me from the way they tracked me. The temptation to work myself up to a second orgasm was tremendous, but that wasn’t part of the fantasy. After a minute of debating with myself, I found my arms starting to shake from holding myself up like that for so long.

And then I suddenly I heard the words from the dream.

“I love you.”

I felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on me. I didn’t react, though. I was frozen, terrified I had somehow enslaved her...

Then Gwen’s eyes focused again, and she smiled and said, “That was the best fuck I could imagine. You can’t possibly do that again today.”

“What ... Why did you say that?”

“Why? You think you can?”

My arms were now screaming at me, so I carefully lowered myself down, gave her a tender kiss before taking hold of her, and rolling us so she was on top.

Gwen got busy giving me little kisses on the cheek, nose, lips, chin, and then slid off slightly and nuzzled my neck while her left hand sought out my semi-soft cock and pulled the condom off. The base of my cock and the hair were saturated in her juices, but that didn’t bother her as she tried to work me back up to hardness.

I said, “You said you loved me.”

Gwen paused her hand’s motion a moment and pulled her mouth from my neck to say, “Did I? Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure. Right before you snapped out of your funk.”

Gwen resumed working her hand on my dick but slower this time.

After a minute, she said, “I guess I did. I just felt...”

She teared up.

I said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.”

She kissed my collarbone, sniffed and said, “No, I’m just being a silly girl. We do that sometimes, you know?”

Her hand had paused again, but this time she released it long enough to get a higher grasp, then held it much more firmly as she slowly slid her hand down, pulling my foreskin down with it and exposing the now red looking and firming head.

Gwen said, “Dave and Brian didn’t have the extra skin. Foreskin, right?”

I said, “Yeah. Joey’s is circumcised and I know from what his feels like telepathically mine’s more sensitive because the skin protects it.”

“You felt his? Oh, you mean from the inside?”

Without thinking, I asked, “Would you like to feel what it’s like?”

Gwen said, “You mean ... Sure.”

I connected her to the sensations her hand was producing, making her gasp and she released my cock.

She then laughed and carefully took hold of it again, then spent the next ten minutes experimenting with different grips.

I teased, “You know, a mouth feels better than a hand.”

Gwen made a face and said, “But my stuff is all over it.”

I laughed and said, “So? You stuck your tongue in my mouth right after I ate you out.”

Gwen shuddered and said, “But that was in the moment.”

I said, “Okay. How about we go shower then.”

“And then you’ll let me?”

“Sure. But don’t get used to it. It’s not part of the fantasy.”

Gwen relaxed, and instead of getting up, she snuggled up against me and said, “I haven’t felt this content since ... I don’t remember when. Tim, when I said I love you, that was always part of my fantasy. It was always at the end. Don’t you remember it?”

I frowned and tried to recall. When I couldn’t, I wondered if Dream Girl had somehow filtered that out to keep me from getting attached.

Without having to think of it, I reached out to Cindy’s mind and was startled to realize she was already at home, and I had done it without the aid of the phone. I didn’t ponder on that, and instead, I simply accessed her subconscious and had it recall her fantasies with Dream Girl. After a couple of minutes, I came to the conclusion she had, in fact, said it too at the end, but only starting after about the fifth or sixth time.

I said, “I never heard any of them say it. I wish I knew who Dream Girl is.”

“Dream Girl?”

I spent several minutes giving her the full story, then after that, I nudged her a few times to get up and shower.

While we were in the shower, the staff came in and changed the sheets, including the padding, essentially resetting the bed back to its original state. They also gathered up our clothes and put them neatly in piles and on hangers.

We played in the shower a little longer than I intended, then when we got out, Gwen said, “Could we do the rest of this another day? I really am not in the mood.”

I peered into her mind and felt around for any signs of the need.

Frowning, I said, “I don’t detect it. Huh. I don’t know if I should be happy or sad to say this. You might not need to do it again.”

Gwen’s face momentarily showed a look of disappointment, but then she smiled and said, “In that case, maybe it is better we don’t try. I’d hate to ruin the memory.”

I kissed her and said, “Would you like to go swimming instead?”

“But I didn’t bring a suit.”

I laughed and said, “Good. Because I didn’t plan on wearing one.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at her and got a laugh in response.

After a swim and a snack, I went with her in the limo, taking her home. While she was affectionate, she wasn’t clingy like I expected. In fact, Gwen seemed almost eager to get home and do something else.

That confused me, and after walking her to her door, I asked her, “I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

Surprised, Gwen said, “No. Everything was perfect. Why?”

When I couldn’t put it in words, she smiled at me, stroked my cheek, and said, “Thank you.”

Then after just peck on the lips, she slipped through the door and was gone.

I let out a frustrated humph before turning around and going back to the limo.

Seeing I was in town, it was only four o’clock, and I had planned on spending the rest of the night with Gwen, I decided to check on Rachel, the other desperate case who had resorted to fucking.

Rachel lived in Melhberg and was grounded for having been caught giving a freshman a blowjob in the men’s room at the Dairy Queen her family was eating dinner at last week. Her parents were freaked out, and it didn’t help Rachel was acting out against their attempts to control her. She was home when I arrived only because she hadn’t figured out how to get past her father.

Rachel was the third daughter out of four, and her younger sister was in my book too. As tempting as it was to try to do two at a time, her sister wasn’t in that great of need.

I rang the bell and waited. Melissa, daughter number two, answered the door and scowled at me.

“What do you want?”

“Good afternoon to you too. I’m here to see Rachel.”

“She grounded. She can’t see you.”

“Oh. Well, I guess I got the limo for no reason then.”

Melissa’s frown reversed, then she poked her head out the door far enough to see the limo sitting in their driveway with the driver standing ready to open the door.

Melissa shouted back into the house, “Dad! Someone with a limousine is here for Rachel!”

There was a slight commotion as everyone seemed to question each other on what she said.

Her father shouted, “What did you say, Mel?”

“I said, there’s a guy with a limo here to see Rachel.”

Tina, daughter number four, came out to the hall, and when she saw me, she exclaimed, “Tim?”

“Hey, Tina. I heard your sister is having problems. I thought I could offer my services.”

Both sisters crinkled their foreheads, wondering what services I was offering.

Raff Edwin, fifty pounds overweight with a receding hairline but master of his domain, came to the door wearing sweatpants and a Bears jersey carrying a beer and asked, “What’s this all about?”

I said, “I’m Tim Brandton. I’m here to see Rachel. I heard she’s having problems, and I think I can help.”

Linda, daughter number one, came up wearing the same crinkled foreheads as her sisters while their father said, “I’m sorry. Rachel isn’t seeing anyone. She’s grounded. Do you go to school with her?”

“No, sir. I go to Oakley. I did go to Oakely Jr. with Tina last year.”

Melissa asked, “Then how do you know Rachel?”

“We met at the mall over the summer. Look, I know this is a shot in the dark, but are you sure I can’t take her out for the night? I got a limo and everything.”

I had to bite my lower lip to keep from grinning, watching the two girls and their father all lean out the door at the same time to see the limo.

Raff said, “No, I’m sorry. Rachel isn’t going anywhere. And neither is Tina.”

Tina shut her mouth with a look of annoyance.

Raff added, “I’m sorry, but I think you should go.”

He then started closing the door, Tina and Melissa having to scramble to get out of the way.

Once the door closed, I grinned, went back to the limo, and said to the driver, “She’ll be right out.”

A minute later, Rachel came around from the back of the house carrying her purse and her keys to the 1980 Honda Accord parked on the street.

I said, “Hey, Rachel.”

She looked at me and asked, “Who are you?”

As the driver opened the door, I said, “Your date for the evening.”

Frowning skeptically, she glanced at the house, then walked over to look inside the limo.

As she peered in, I said, “Your father is headed up to your room right now to ask you about me. You might want to get in before he figures out you’re not up there.”

“I have a ride, thank you.”