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. I thought I’d try a different look and sentence structure for this chapter, please let me know how you guys like it. ENJOY———

Tim, the Teenage Part Sixteen By: Rass Senip

+++ Chapter V: 9th Grade, Spring 1986 – The North Mansion Part 3 – Chains of Slavery (mc, mf)

“Holy Shit. Tim, you better see this,” Joey said as we started down the drive.

“What. Did some servant take pity on them and <sob> hold their leash so they could follow us?”

“Tim, stop the car and look!” Suzi pleaded.

“What..” I said, not stopping the car, but looking out the back window. The twins were at the top of the steps. It was difficult to see what they were holding and said so.

“It’s their collars, Timmy,” Suzi said softly.

“It couldn’t be.. Are you sure?” I said.

“Well, that’s what it looked like before the trees blocked our view,” Joey said, a little upset at me.

“Okay. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to make sure,” I said a little hopefully.

As the car reached the end of the drive and pulled out onto the main road, we did a U-turn and were driving back up the drive a minute later.

“Yep. They’re bare necked,” Joey said a little discussed with me.

“I don’t believe it. They really did it. HOLY SHIT-CO-BOOBS! I DID IT! I can’t believe we did it.”

“Yeah. But what did you do,” Joey said, still discussed.

“What do you mean?” Suzi said, surprised as I was.

“You just turned them against your father, who to them was their father. You just destroyed their lives Tim. Joy’s, Honey’s, and your father’s,” Joey said, glaring at me.

“What’s your problem? I just helped them set themselves free!” I said.

“Who the fuck asked you too? They didn’t. Look at them. They’re still crying. When are you going to learn not to fuck with other people’s heads? You said that they couldn’t be controlled. What do you think you are trying to do if not control them. You may have set them free, but you know what? They will never be as happy.”

“Joey.. stop talking like that.. You know Tim did the right thing.”

“No I don’t. And he doesn’t either. That’s the problem. Just because he has all these powers he thinks he knows what is best for all of us. I’m sick of his attitude. Maybe he doesn’t want to become his dad, but he sure likes to play God like he does.”

“Fuck you Joey. I’m just trying to do what I feel is right. Maybe I fucked up. But you know what? If I was really playing God, you would be bowing in front of me right now.”

“Boys, stop it,” Suzi said loudly. “What are we going to do? They’re still waiting. We can’t just leave them now.” She looked at me straight in the eye and said, “Joey is right about one thing. You shouldn’t be deciding things for anyone without discussing it with them first. And Timmy, we love you. We trust you, but only when you trust us and tell us what’s going on.”

Then to Joey, she said, “And as for you, you don’t really think he was playing God. I may not be able to read minds, but I know when you aren’t telling us everything. So spill it, mister.”

Joey sighed. “I liked it.”

“Liked what,” I said, a little upset with him myself.

“Everything. I liked Joy. The way she was, though. I liked her as a slave. I know.. It’s wrong. But… Fuck. I don’t know. I guess I like the way his dad lives. Everyone is happy, and no one has any worries. It’s so peaceful and stuff.”

“Joey?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“So, would you like to be a slave?”

“No, I’m not saying that…”

“Why? Are you saying other people are better off as slaves, but in your case it’s different?”

“Uhm, well… No, I guess not.”

“Then what?”

“Okay, maybe I don’t want to be a slave. But they were already. And they were happy.”

“Oh, Joey. That is exactly how my father feels. You know what?”

“What..”

“My father used to be a lot worse than he is now. He used to take people whenever it suited him, making them his mindless slaves. And when he got tired of them, he just let them rot. But then my mom made him a slave, and that gave him a different view of life. Take Katie for example.”

“Katie?”

“Before my mother, he would have took her and never let her be anything but a toy for his dick. But now… He let’s her have her own life, and just uses her when he wants her. She doesn’t have any choice with him, but she does have a life that she can make choices for herself. Even my dad knows that a life where you make your own decisions is better than one where everything is decided for you.”

“Well, I don’t know. I still think there are advantages to being a slave.”

I sighed. “I know I am probably going overboard to make a point, but it would settle this once and for all. You see, my dad has his hooks in you Joey. He has you thinking just the way he wanted. Suzi, you’re still okay. But I think I better show you both what it’s like to be a slave. You will both be my slaves for an hour tonight.”

“NO!” Joey said.

“Tim!? You didn’t listen to a thing I SAID! You can’t just make up you mind about something like this without..”

“Whoever gets the choice? My father never asked any of his intended slaves if they wanted too. No. I have to do this. I have no choice.”

I reached out to my friend’s minds, and made them my happy little slaves.

“Meet me in our bedroom. I want you two to be naked and fucking by the time I get there.”

“Yes Master!” They both said in unison.

They took off running towards the house. I walked up to the twins, whose cheeks were still red from crying.