Chapter 1: New Image

September 2nd - September 7th, 1986

On the first day of my sophomore year of high school, I skipped my Algebra 2 class to fuck a freshman in the boy’s locker room.

“Oh Shepherd,” Connie Whittingham moaned as I fucked her tight virginal pussy while she was on her hands and knees on the coach’s desk. “Oh, Shepherd!”

I slowed down and said, “Yes, my child?”

Connie panted and said, “I wish ... Can I...”

Connie turned around and inhaled my cock into her throat. I resisted rolling my eyes, for this was the third time she had stopped in the middle and switched ends.

While I had enjoyed the variety the remaining girls’ fantasies had gone - something I could thank my mom for - in this instance, I would have preferred the simple kiss, lick, suck, fuck progression the originals had had. Connie’s fantasy had included two guys, one she sucked on while the other fucked her on her hands and knees in the boy’s locker room.

I sighed, seeing I wasn’t going to cure her without help. Normally I would have asked Joey, but we’d have to ask Suzi permission first. Besides, Joey had already helped with two other girls. I wanted to ask Brad.

But I couldn’t exclude Joey.

I thought to Joey, <Hey, got a sec?>

<What’s up?>

<I’m in the boys’ locker room cleansing Connie, but I can’t get anywhere. I need help. I was wondering if you’d be okay if I asked Brad.>

<Shit. Really?>

<It might take the edge off Brook’s breaking up with him this morning.>

<That’s true. Sure. But I wouldn’t mind coming to watch.>

I grinned and replied, <What class are you in?>

<You know what class. I hate literature. We’re fucking going to read shit the puritans wrote. Who the hell cares about what they wrote back then?>

I hopped into his teacher’s mind and made her ignore whatever Joey did.

<Okay. You’re clear. Don’t draw too much attention as you leave, though. I’ve only made the teacher ignore you.>

<Thanks.>

I then sought out Brad and thought to him, <Brad, this is Houston. Over.>

A moment later, Brad sent, <Man, you startled me. Err, over?>

<Sorry. You up for fuck and suck? I’m trying to cleanse a freshman down in the boys’ locker room and she needs a second cock to suck on.>

<Seriously?>

<Totally. Virgin too. Well, I say virgin, but she broke her hymen months ago.>

<I don’t know, man.>

<Come on, Brad. I know you want to. Some nice fresh pussy will help take your mind off things.>

<Tim, it’s not that. I’m just not sure I can miss this class.>

<Brad, trust me. You’re not going to miss anything crucial on the first day. What class it is?>

<Algebra 2, remember? We have it together.>

I grinned, forgetting I had arranged for all of us to have as many classes together as possible. Math was an exception as Joey and Suzi were taking Geometry this year which Brad and I had taken last year. Because of how the schedule had ended up, I had class with at least one of them each period.

I thought, <Sorry, I knew that. Come on, Brad. I’ve already excused you with the teacher. Think of this as therapy. What better way to get over a girl than fucking a new one?>

When Brad didn’t respond right away, I was about to connect to his mind more fully when he finally sent, <You said boys’ locker room? Man, why didn’t you just take her up to your room on the third floor?>

<This was her choice, not mine. Are you on your way?>

<Yeah, I’ll be there in a moment. Wait. I see Joey ahead of me.>

<He’s just coming to watch.>

<Shit. Man, I hope you two don’t pull any of that faggy stuff in front of me. It’ll spoil the therapeutic value of this.>

<I’ll tell Joey to restrain himself.>

I then thought to Joey, <Brad’s worried we’ll do some gay shit in front of him again. I don’t think we should push it this time.>

Joey responded, <Yeah, I’m fine with that. Speaking of that, I’m still a little sore from Saturday night.>

I grinned, remembering how Suzi insisted she try out the strap-on on him after I had left.

I said to Connie, “I’m bringing someone down to help us, okay child? The hottest boy in the sophomore class.”

Connie pulled her mouth off my dick and said, “Really? Thank you, Shepherd. I’m sorry if I’m not...”

I stuffed my cock back into her mouth and just grinned at her humorous fake outrage. I gritted my teeth, though, when she pressed her teeth into the rim of my crown for a moment.

Connie was an experienced cock sucker. She’d been doing it for over a year thanks to my influence. Not that I purposely had given her the motivations to do that, but hey, I was enjoying the results. Most guys find blowjobs rather dull after the first one or two, but I learned a long time ago, the blowjob wasn’t really for the guy’s enjoyment as much as the girl’s giving it. And Connie really enjoyed giving it.

Thus the reason I needed help.

Joey and Brad came into the locker room together. They were in their football jerseys, junior varsity. Mine was lying on the floor beside the desk. I still wasn’t sure how ethical it was having copied the knowledge of the entire varsity team’s defensive line into our heads, or whether the headaches that caused us had been worth it, but at least we were on the team together. I should have insisted on just waiting for basketball season and playing with them on that. I was pretty sure I could control myself to not cheat.

Maybe.

As they entered the coach’s office, Joey said, “Shit, you’re doing it on Coach Haps’s desk?”

I grinned and said, “This is Connie’s fantasy, not mine.”

Connie pulled her mouth off and said, “Shepherd, you brought me two?”

I said, “Uh, well, not exactly...”

Connie said, “Two football players, one for each hand. That’s perfect.”

Joey thought to me, <Can you ask the boss?>

I felt Suzi out and send, <Suz, can Joey help me with another girl?>

Suzi sent back, <I thought you wanted Bradley to help with the next one?>

<He is. Joey came down to watch, but she thinks they’re both for her. It’s just a blowjob.>

<Sure it is. Who is it?>

<Connie Whittingham.>

<Isn’t she a freshman?>

<Yep.>

<Okay, but tell Joey that Brad needs this more than he does.>

<He knows. He just wanted to get out of Lit.>

<Of course he did. You know I’m in here too.>

I blinked in surprise before sending, <You are? Then why didn’t he just ask you before he left?>

<Assigned seating. We’re on opposite sides of the room.>

<You want me to change that?>

<Uh ... I don’t think so. He’ll want to goof around the entire class. One of us has to pay attention.>

Brad’s gasp, “Shit,” drew my attention back to the fact that Connie was now holding Joey’s cock while sucking on Brad’s.

I sent, <Check this out.>

I connected my eyes and ears to her mind giving her the scene.

Brad said, “Man, any chance I could borrow her so Sandi can compare notes? The thing she’s doing with the tip of her tongue is pretty wild.”

I grinned and said, “Careful, Brad. You’re on Timmy TV.”

Brad frowned, not understanding, but Joey cleared it up saying, “Hey Suz. I uh ... Shit, you know.”

After getting her response, I said, “She says we can make it up to her in fifth hour by letting her do that with both of you.”

I grimaced and added, “In front of the class on the teacher’s desk.”

Brad groaned, “Man...”

Joey just chuckled and said, “Anything you want, Suz.”

Suzi then sent, <Okay, Timmy. I need to get back to my class.>

<Love you.>

<Love you too, Timmy.>

I said, “And we’re clear.”

Joey sighed, then looked humorously at me and said, “How long will it take you to get everyone in class prepped for that?”

“I don’t know. It depends on how many people are in there that I haven’t already planted the ignore us trigger.”

“You could always just use that empathic vibe thing.”

I shrugged and said, “I found at Crow it’s not that reliable. But I guess I can fall back on it if necessary. Connie, sweetie. Can Brad fuck you a bit? His girlfriend broke up with him this morning.”

Connie pulled off of Joey’s cock and said, “But Shepherd, you’re who I want to do that.”

“How about after the first orgasm.”

I carefully pushed thoughts into her head to alter her fantasy where the football team each took a turn.

Her eyes glazed over slightly as I did that, but then Connie blinked a few times, smiled up at Brad and said, “Sure. Why not? I’m a cheerleader, so I guess it only makes sense to get fucked by a football player.”

Brad grinned and said, “Man, I always wanted a cheerleader for a girlfriend. How’d you like to go out sometime?”

I cleared my throat loudly and said, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

After the cleaning, Connie’s sex drive would have a three to four week dry spell before she’d have any interest in that sort of thing. That’s pretty much what all the other girls had done.

The four of us had fun, a little too much as just before I was about to start working her up to her final orgasm where the cleansing happened, the gym class started coming in. We all scrambled to hide before I remembered my ignore me vibe.

I said, “Shit. Connie, we’re going to have to try again another day, okay?”

Connie sighed, but then said, “Okay, Shepherd. But don’t wait too long.”

Then she gave me a hot and tonguey kiss before pulling her shirt on and walking out of the office.

Brad said, “Man ... you are one lucky dog. How many girls is that now?”

“She’s number eighty-six. Only twenty left.”

Joey said, “How many girls have you fucked, though?”

“86 + Suzi, the twins, Sabrina at Crow, Bethany and Penny at camp...”

Brad said, “Don’t forget Sandi.”

I said, “I’ve never actually fucked your sister, Brad. And I hate to remind you, but Connie won’t have any interest in anything sexual for a month after she’s cleansed.”

Brad frowned and said, “Oh ... right. So like, are there any other freshmen cheerleaders that you already cleaned?”

I shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Wait. Why freshmen?”

Brad shrugged and said, “Brook said freshmen girls want to upgrade to sophomores with cars and will put out to get it. That’s what Brook did.”

Joey said, “Brad, why would you want another Brook? Find someone who isn’t stuck on herself so much that she’d break up just to move up the social ladder?”

Brad said, “Alright, then point to a girl that’s as hot a Brook who doesn’t already have their eyes on someone a grade above them. You two are so stuck on Suzi you haven’t paid any attention to that scene, but I have.”

I said, “I’ll check around, alright? How’s Sandi? Is she okay?”

Brad said, “She’s fine. I’m finally starting to get used her to being my ... you know. As long as I give her something to do the next day before she goes to bed, she’s pretty content.”

Joey asked, “Like what do you give her to do?”

Brad said, “Oh, lots of things. Organizing our closets, learning how to make bread, painting a family portrait with watercolors, shit like that. Suzi and Brook came up with a list. I’ll need to find some more ideas though. Sandi’s too good at doing shit. We’re nearly two-thirds of the way through it. Hopefully, school will slow her down.”

The bell rang. We gathered our books and headed off to our third period classes.

Gwen Long-Legs Lawson, one of the first girls I had cleansed, was in my third period and passed me a note asking if she could have a special favor.

I connected to her mind and sent, <What kind of favor? To think things back to me, just visualize my face when you think to yourself and I’ll hear it.>

<Like this?>

<Perfect.>

<Do you remember Bruce Whitefield from junior high? I hooked up with him over the summer, but now he won’t leave me alone. I was hoping you could do something to get him to leave me alone.>

<Does he go to Oakley?>

<This year he does. He was at Mehlberg last year, but he moved over the summer into my subdivision.>

<Do you know what lunch he has?>

<I don’t know. Not third.>

Bruce was on the football team with us on offense. Even though we had made the team, I wasn’t friendly with everyone on it yet, especially on the offense. I barely recognized Bruce from eighth grade. He really had bulked up. I knew him more from his name than his looks.

<I’ll see him at practice after school. I’ll see what I can do.>

<Thanks, Tim. Or should I call you Shepherd?>

<Tim is fine. I’m trying to lose the whole Shepherd image. It’s just not me.>

<Oh, I don’t know. You’ll protect your flock even if they’re not your flock anymore, won’t you?>

<Only the pretty ones.>

<Name one person in your flock who isn’t pretty.>

<Darin Fields.>

<He’s a guy.>

<You said name one person... >

<This is so neat. Do you talk to a lot of people this way?>

<No, not really. Look, we really should pay attention to class.>

<You’re right. Thanks, Tim.>

<Do me a favor. Don’t mention this to anyone. I don’t want people coming to me for favors.>

<Sure. Okay.>

Bruce Whitefield was in my sixth period and it turned out he wasn’t a creep. I was upset to find that Gwen had hooked up with him out of the blue, then just like that, she’d dumped him three days before school started without any warning. Bruce was just completely confused as to why. As far as I could tell, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

I didn’t do anything to Bruce, but I did talk to him while we changed into our gear before practice.

I went up to him and said, “Hey, I heard from the grapevine you and Gwen broke up.”

Bruce looked startled for a moment but then said, “Yeah, that’s right. What’s it to you?”

“Nothing. I’m sorry for your loss. She’s one of my the top ten.”

“Top ten?”

“Hottest girls in our class.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty hot.”

“Her legs especially. I call her Long Legs Lawson.”

Bruce looked a little distant for a moment before asking, “Are you fucking with me?”

“What? No. Sorry. I just ... Forget about her, okay? There’s other fish.”

Bruce stiffened and said confrontationally, “Why? She didn’t dump me for you, did she?”

“God, I hope not. I have a girlfriend already. Relax. I don’t know why she dumped you, but whatever it was, it was her problem, not yours.”

Ed Willis, a junior, asked, “And how do you know that?”

I frowned and said, “I guess I don’t. Shit, Ed. I’m just trying to cheer the guy up. Why do you have to stick your nose in and fuck things up.”

I turned and walked away.

Joey asked, “What the fuck was that all about?”

I said, “Your first girlfriend fucked Bruce to an inch of his life for three weeks then dumped him on the side of the road like garbage. I was just trying to cheer him up.”

Brad said, “Man, Long Legs has been doing that all over the place.”

Seeing my guilty expression, Joey said, “Stop it. She’s not your responsibility anymore.”

I said, “She isn’t? I’m not so sure of that. She told me I’d protect my flock even if they weren’t my flock anymore.”

Brad said, “Come on, Tim. Let’s go get our asses kicked. That’ll take your mind off of things.”

“Okay, Doctor Brad.”

Our first game was Saturday and the coaches were really turning up the heat at practice by running drills, plays, sprints, then what they called two by threes where the first and second teams swapped players in twos and threes and ran the plays again. The mixing of teams was supposed to solidify the team and help cross-train us if someone on first team got injured. I had improved my routing and was feeling better about being on the team. I could even say I was having fun, but that was only because I liked being on the team with Joey and Brad. The other guys were okay, but they were jocks. They just weren’t my crowd.

Joey was loving being on the defensive line. He couldn’t understand my hesitation at tackling as that was his favorite part of the game. And Brad was looking like he would get some serious playing time if the quarterbacks would get their passing game straightened out. I had to purposely ignore what our quarterback was doing while first team was practicing plays. I could almost feel myself trying to help the quarterback out when making passes.

While the varsity and JV ran many of the drills together and used the same playbook, we separated for practicing plays. Once a week, however, we played against the varsity, and they really didn’t like me popping up and interfering with their passing. Especially Stan Beckersman, our senior quarterback. Stan was an asshole to most of the underclassmen, and even to some of the juniors on JV.

We had had some freshmen move up to JV: a punter and a safety. Some of the smaller schools didn’t have freshman teams and their JV was pretty much just underclassmen.

But enough about football. I was much more excited by the tutor program we were working on with Dr. Higgs. I started talking to him back at the beginning of August about getting the drawing program off the ground by using the knowledge copying somehow.

Dr. Higgs wasn’t too excited about that until I demonstrated it on him. The problem was he didn’t like the idea of excusing students out of class time to draw pictures even if they were getting the knowledge of whatever they missed. He had a difficult time explaining to me why it was a problem. He kept going on about how you had to learn how to learn.

A week before school was to start, I asked frustratedly, “Then what about copying how to learn into people’s heads too?”

Dr. Higgs asked, “You can do that?”

“Why not? You keep saying part of going to high school is to learn how to learn.”

Dr. Higgs sat back in his chair and said, “A tutoring program. Peer-based, teaching strategies on learning and maybe even taking tests.”

I gave him a questioning look.

“Just give me a moment.”

After more than a minute went by, he asked, “How many drawers would you need, and how good do they need to be?”

“Joey and I can both feel them out, so at least two. As far as how good they are, I’m not sure. Obviously, I’d like the best I can get.”

“Could you copy drawing skills into people who already know your secret?”

I thought about that a moment, then said, “Probably, but my understanding is there’s a difference between knowledge and talent. Just because you know how to do something doesn’t make you good at it.”

Higgs grunted his acceptance before turning around, opening a filing cabinet and pulling a folder out.

I watched as he laid out the printed sheets onto his desk and by reading them upside down, I saw they were class lists. There were more pages than would fit on the desk, but he didn’t seem to care. He studied them for several minutes, then grabbed a notepad from a drawer and started scribbling things down.

After another ten minutes, he looked up and asked, “Are you following along?”

“What? No. Was I supposed to be?”

Higgs chuckled and said, “I thought ... I’m looking for the different learning behaviors shared by different courses. For instance, learning math is very different than learning how to write papers in English class. Literature and history have common elements as it requires you to read, but the content you have to extract is different. Health, economics and science classes are all fact-based, economics and science also involving the use of math ... I’m trying to define the behaviors, or methods, people have to learn in order to learn.”

I looked at him with uncertainty and asked, “And how does this help me get my drawings done?”

“There has to be some accountability for pulling people out of class. You going around and tampering with peoples’ minds is just ... well, I don’t like it. I know you think it’s harmless, but if nothing else, it isn’t honest. And I can’t see how doing that only affects people the way you intend it to. It has to have side effects.”

We had been over this several times, and I simply wasn’t going to try and explain it again.

Instead, I asked, “And this tutoring program will let me have my drawers?”

“Yes. The hard part will be finding the right combination of methods that works for the majority of students.”

I asked, “How many students are we talking about?”

“Ideally, all.”

“ALL!”

He looked at me and with a start, he laughed and said, “I’m not envisioning you using your knowledge copy on all of them. Just a select few to prime the engine, so to speak.”

I let out a sigh of relief before I said, “Just keep in mind it can cause headaches if too much knowledge is copied at once.”

“And how much effort is it to you to do it?”

“With Joey and his share link, I don’t think that will be a problem.”

“Come again?”

“Joey has this ability to share his lifeforce with me. We don’t know what else to call it. It doesn’t seem to help the knowledge transfer receiver’s headache, just the overuse of my telepathy headaches. While he’s doing that, I’m able to link other people in as well. It really makes a difference.”

“I see.”

“So how will this tutor program work? Who will the people be that start it?”

“I would think your friends who know your secret would be the best choices for this. They’ll benefit from the learning knowledge. You and Brad certainly have the grades to explain it, and Joey’s grades have shot up since junior high. Suzi’s as well. We can say the four of you are the instigators of the program and with say ... ten or twelve other students, we could start the program. Once they are tutored, they, in turn, can help tutor others in the habits during different class periods while you and your friends draw.”

“I see. We get out of class to tutor, but instead, we draw.”

“But only after the program gets fully underway. You may have to occasionally do some of the tutoring yourselves.”

I nodded and said, “Suzi doesn’t have much interest in the drawing aspect. She might like running the tutoring. She likes helping people.”’

“I think we can do this. I have some colleagues I can discuss the specifics with, but we’ll need to find people with the specific learning skills we want to use. That will be the more difficult part. It may take a couple of weeks to work those details out.”

“If you say so. It sounds a lot more complicated to me.”

“Educators have been developing these strategies for a long time, Tim. We just need to find a reasonable mix, that’s all. Don’t worry. It’s my job. You’re just the ... uh...”

“Slave labor?”

“More like specialized labor.”

I perked up and said, “Specialist. I like that.”

Dr. Higgs chucked and said, “Don’t get too excited. But if this works, we might build something other schools can use that won’t require your specialized skills.”

On the first Friday of the school year, five PhD graduate students visited Oakley Senior after hours. Suzi’s old friend Tracy Page and freshman Angela Stewart, both of my flock, joined Joey, Suzi, and Brad in receiving the knowledge from one of each of the five college students.

It didn’t work. I couldn’t isolate the knowledge enough to copy. The skills were developed over too broad of time.

In the end, it was a lot easier just to motivate people to learn the simplified study habits than it was to copy them. But I didn’t tell Higgs that. And that didn’t happen for another week.

We had our first football game Saturday. Games would usually be on Fridays, but this week’s game was on Saturday for some reason. JV football didn’t draw much of a crowd. It was mostly parents and friends. Second team played more than I thought it would, and I discovered I really did have potential at playing the game.

I scored a touchdown.

It’s one thing to play against your teammates. You know they’re not going to hurt you if they can help it. But against a rival team? I was so fucking scared when I caught the damn ball, I started running the wrong way. When I realized that, I did this rolling dive thing between two offensive linesmen and they collided with each other.

I could hear Suzi screaming on top of her lungs, “Fly, Timmy, Fly!” and I ended up dodging three more guys by diving, hopping and dashing at top speed for a few seconds.

But then I almost stopped dead in my tracks for a second when I saw the receiver I had landed on top of bearing down on me looking for payback.

That’s when I stopped running scared. Payback? I was just playing the game the best way I knew how, and he wanted to pop me?

I ran straight at him like I was possessed. I didn’t know what he saw on my face but when he saw it, he blanched then dived out of the way.

At that point, Joey and Jeff Little formed up on me and helped block the remaining resistance following me. I ran it in and just fell on the ball as the horn of a touchdown blared off.

I got smushed by Joey and then Brad and others slapped my back in congrats when we got back to the bench.

That was my excitement for the game. I did manage to block a couple of passes and once helped route a receiver out of bounds, but it was all for nothing. We lost 20 to 23.

One down, eight more to go.

The varsity game played a little over an hour after that. Junior varsity was expected to attend varsity games in the unlikely event one of us needed to be called up to fill in. We lost that game too 21 to 27. I didn’t have that hard of a time resisting helping Stan. He was such an asshole.

After the game, the twins seemed very happy with me for some reason. They kept trying to tell me something about my empathic abilities, but I couldn’t figure out what. Joey and I just ended up having sex with them to shut them up.

Brad hooked up with Angela Stewart of my flock. Not a cheerleader, but she really had bloomed over the summer. Lots of lovey curves and enjoyed showing them off swimming nude at my place Saturday afternoon.

Suzi wasn’t with us which sucked. Her parents were being dicks about letting her come out to the mansion. Suzi’s sweet sixteen in February couldn’t come soon enough for us.

Joey and I were laying nude on the loungers around the pool while Brad and Angela enjoyed themselves in the water saying all sorts of naughty things as they did other naughty things under the water. Joey was looking through my little black book with all the names of the girls I had messed up last year.

Joey said, “So I counted eleven freshmen, seven that go to Oakley. How come so few?”

I said, “Because most of the girls were in our grade when we were in eighth grade and only some of the seventh grade girls had bloomed. We didn’t have class or lunch with them, remember? I only saw them in the halls.”

“When are you going to try Connie again? If Brad and Ang are hooking up, we might need to recruit a volunteer from the team.”

Surprised, I asked, “Anyone in particular?”

Joey shrugged and said, “Jeff’s cool.”

I said, “Are you thinking of letting him in on the secret?”

Joey didn’t answer right away.

He thumbed to the next page of the book before sighing and saying, “His sister’s in here. I don’t know. He was on the basketball team with us last year and Brad and I both liked him. He’s a bit shy around girls.”

I frowned and said, “I don’t know Joey. I don’t think this is the way to help someone get over their shyness. Besides, Ang won’t care if Brad helps the Shepherd in his work. I’ve already cleared that up with her before suggesting Brad to her as a potential boyfriend.”

“You suggested it to her?”

I shrugged and said, “She was looking for someone to mess around with. And she gives pretty good head...”

I frowned a moment and said, “You know, come to think of it, they all do. I can’t think of a single girl from my flock who hasn’t developed a fetish for sucking cock.”

Joey said, “That’s not surprising since that’s what you used to fantasize about the most back then.”

I nodded, but I was still frowning. Jessica had formed the fetish despite her personal distaste for anything sinful like that. And some of the girls I had only fantasized about once or twice according to them. I really couldn’t remember who all I had...