Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here. Now originally it was all going to be 9 parts, but… Someone said the first one was too long, so I’ve decided to split all of these up into smaller posts. ENJOY———


Tim, the Teenage Part Thirty-Three By: Rass Senip


+++ Chapter IX: 10th Grade, Fall 1986 Part 1 – Rings of the Masters (mc, mf)


I had made the arrangements with all our teachers so that Joey and I were only in class three days out of five. On Joey’s birthday, three weeks before Halloween, I had also arranged for Joey and I to take the entire day off, and Suzi would join us during the first class period, then stay with us after lunch for the rest of the day. It was her idea to give us some time without her, to have what she called some boy fun. We met in our private room, knowing I was ready to make things happen. “I’ve put a lot of thinking into all this, and I’m ready to give it a try. Joey, for your birthday, you and I are going slave hunting, and then the three of us will do some more. “First though, I want to make it clear that even though we will be inspecting their goods without their permission, I’m not willing to make them do anything else unless they have already done it once willingly. If they have though, then I’ll give them the push to want to do it with us when ever we ask.

“There are a bunch of other rules and stuff, but I’m not going to get into them right now. You guy’s ready to become Master Joey and Mistress Suzi?” “Uhm, Yeah, Master Tim,” Joey said. “Tim?” Suzi said. “They’re not going to be calling us that all the time are they? I mean, in the halls and stuff?” “Na,” I said. “They won’t…. Well, hang on a sec. Let me give you my presents, then I’ll tell you the rest.” I had them stand up and extend their right hand out. Then I slipped both hands into my jeans pockets, then took them out clasped closed. I turned around to get ready, then faced them again. “Close your eyes,” I said. “With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Master and Mistress,” I announced as I slipped a gold ring with a smooth ruby stone on their ring fingers.

They opened their eyes and looked at the rings. “Before you ask, I’ll tell you. Anyone who we find and use will go into a kinda trance and do what ever we say after one of us shows them our ring. And when we are done with them, they go back to being their normal selves. But while they are our, er, slave, they will do everything we ask happily. We won’t actually own them, but they will be happy to do whatever we say as long as it isn’t against their beliefs or whatever. Okay?” I answered their questions and talked about some people who would be good to get. We spent a long time talking, mostly about what we could and couldn’t do, and what happens if and things like that.

We were still talking when the bell rang announcing the first period was over. We walked Suzi to her second period class, then as we walked down the hall, I told Joey what I wanted to do first. “What do you say we start with the girl’s locker room,” I said. “I was praying you would say something like that. Come on. Let’s get there before the bell rings.” We hustled, but didn’t make it before the bell. Outside the door, I reached in with my mind and as quickly as possible one by one made everybody believe it was normal for Joey and I to be in the locker room, answer any question we have truthfully, and if we request, to show their body to us. When I was done, we entered just in time for them to file out to go to the gymnasium. “Shit,” we both said at the same time. But then we saw the coach carrying the volleyball. We looked at each other, then took off after them.

With only slight modifications to my previous commands, Joey and I simply walked into the girl’s gym and asked for a line up. The coach happily had the girl’s form a line, then she left for the locker room to masturbate in a stall. I had snagged the coach’s whistle, and now blew it before saying, “All right girls, my name is Coach Tim, and this is Coach Joey. We’re going to ask you a few questions before you start playing volleyball. “All right. To start off, how many of you like to masturbate? Hmmmm… Would the girls who don’t please step forward. Very good. I want you seven to close your eyes and think about touching yourselves. That’s right. You’re thinking about your fingers touching your clit, yes, that’s right. Now think about a finger on your other hand wanting to slip inside… yes… Now, I am going to reward you….”

The seven girls gasped, and their faces turned slight pink as their orgasm passed. “Now please step back. Now, one more time. How many of you girls don’t like to masturbate. VERY GOOD! They are all yours, Coach Joey.” Joey gave me a look, then said, “Thank you coach Tim. Okay girls. All those who have lost their cherries, please step forward. Shit, Tim. Looks like we have a lot to choose from. Uhm, okay. Those of you that have given blow jobs, raise your hand. Hmmm. Okay. Will the virgins with their hands up please form a group on the left. Will the cherryless dick suckers please form another group on the right. The remaining virgins please go sit down on the bleachers. Those who are left, form a group in the center.”

Joey came over to me and said, “What now? I mean, we want to see them naked, don’t we? But we can’t do that in here.” “Well, I want to watch them play volleyball for a little while. I guess dividing them all up wasn’t such a great idea after all. I’ve been checking some of the girls on the right out. Let’s just let them play for twenty minutes to get them good and sweaty. Then we can take them down to the locker room and have them all take showers. I’m thinking I want to try a few of these blow jobbers out.” “Hey, what about the no touch stuff?” “Well, no blows unless they have done it before and liked it.” “Cool.