TimsFunPlace

“Good … I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to regain consciousness.  It was just a mild dose I gave you.  Now you can either resist or you can do as I want.  If you do as I say, no one else will ever know.  I’m surprised no journalist has asked you about your past so far.  A little helpful publicity for our famous artist might draw even more attention … though not perhaps the kind of publicity you want,” he said laughing.

 “Don’t cooperate and you’ll find some pretty embarrassing material showing up unannounced on TV.  I just want to have some fun with you so don’t make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”

I started to tremble the Moment he came closer.  I had a series of flashbacks and I was determined that this was not going to happen again.  I knew for sure that this time I was not to blame but how could I get out of it?  I just didn’t know.  I tried to get free but he had bound both my arms and my legs quite tightly.  I screamed but to no effect … the tape over my mouth seemed almost soundproof.  I looked at him.  I knew he was going to do something nasty, and there wasn’t seemingly much I could do to stop him.  I just hoped that someone would come in.

I felt his hands opening up my trousers.  Almost instantly my mind went back: when I’d gotten dressed, what kind of underwear had I put on?  I think it was an old pair of light blue briefs, or so I thought.  He would see them in a Moment.  I felt my dick start to plump up when that idea entered my mind.  It seems that my reactions to be forcible undressed had not changed one bit … but why would it, I thought.

I considered ways to get through this without too much pain, either physical or emotional.  I realized that he’d removed my pants, followed swiftly by my briefs.  My dick jumped up, happy to be free.  But when I felt his hand move towards my buttocks, I knew what was going to happen as I closed my eyes.  There was no way my conscious mind was going to be here and think about what was happening.  I closed off my emotions and reached out for thoughts of Francis.  I knew that those were the only thoughts that would stop me from getting really upset about this.  I knew I got a smile on my face whenever I pictured Francis’s face before me.  He smiled back at me.  We were together, sitting beside the little lake where we had so many nice memories.  I wanted to say something but I didn’t.  He was looking happy.

 The image was interrupted when I felt something touch my ass.  In my mind, I yelled out to Francis.  I wanted that image back of us at the lake.  I reached out completely with my mind and, before I knew it, I was there again … back at the lake.  It worked.  I was back to a nice place.  Whatever was happening to me, it wasn’t happening to my mind and my spirit, but just to my body.  I’m not sure when I felt it change again.  I’d been looking at a deer we’d seen there before … then, all of a sudden, it was gone.  The lake was gone.  Francis was not longer sitting on the grass by the side of the lake but he was now sitting in an almost empty room.  He was standing beside a little bench.  There was a blanket on the bench.  I then realised that he was not dressed … he was wearing some kind of light blue briefs, just like the ones I had on … or used to have on … since I knew they’d been ripped off of me.

 I looked at Francis.  He looked back.  He had a pleading look on his face.  I saw him move his lips but there was no sound.  Then I realised I saw marks on his body … marks that were made of dried blood.  I know at that point that I stopped breathing.  I realised that it was not a vision drawn from my memory any more, but a vision like the one I had had at the lake.  I screamed out Francis’s name, but I knew that he couldn’t hear me either.  I couldn’t stop looking at him.  I know he must have felt my presence as he kept speaking to me.

Then my emotions reached back to the reality.  The connection I had there for a Moment with Francis got lost as my balls started to contract and my muscles tightened to eject my cum towards freedom, leaving my body behind.  I tried vigorously to return to the vision again but it didn’t work as shots of my cum erupted from my dick.  I cursed.  Damn, Tyler, I thought … why couldn’t you have gone slower so I might have recognised something more from my vision?  I realised that I checked out Francis but had not looked around enough to get any details of his surroundings.

I then opened my eyes as I felt that Tyler had stopped manipulating my body.  I presumed that he too had come, but I hadn’t registered it at all.  Coming back to this time and life again, I heard him say, “So … you liked it, too.  Good … we might have some more fun for sure.”

He cleaned his dick and put his clothes back on.  I looked at him as I saw him approach me.  I shrank back, aware that he might hit me.  I think he must have seen my reaction as he said, “Don’t be afraid, as I’m sure you’ll be quiet after this as it is just what you needed.  No one knows you’re here … so if you ever tell anyone about this episode, then I’ve made arrangements that journalist all over the country will know who you are and what happened to you in the past.  So you promise to shut up?” he asked.

I nodded.

“OK … no screaming when I take the cloth out of your mouth, OK?”

I nodded again.

The Moment the cloth was gone, I blurted out, “You fool!  Why did you have to go so quickly?”  I didn’t realise that’s probably take my comment completely the wrong way.

 “Oh, well … next time,” he answered.  “So … you won’t say anything, I presume? I’ll let one of your hands free … then you can do the rest yourself … while I get out of here.  Just make sure you get back to the party as soon as you can.  So far you’ve only been away for a short time … just ten minutes.  So just say you went to the loo. OK?”

I didn’t say anything … I simply followed his lead in untying my hand.  He then raced out.  I got myself free within a minute.  I pulled my briefs back up again, then my trousers.  He hadn’t spilled any of his cum on them, so that should look ok.  I’d put some tissue paper in my underwear, so there’d be no signs of leakage or blood … or so I hoped.

As I moved, I felt that he hadn’t been particularly careful … but I also couldn’t remember much of what happened.  The vision of Francis in that room was a lot clearer than the rape.

I know I’d never be under Tyler’s control again, as there was no way that he could hurt me.  The story of my treatment at the hands of the doctors was well known by most people, even the journalists who covered the gallery opening.  More people knew than Tyler thought they did.  He could just not believe that no one would write about it.

I walked towards the door and recognised where I was … in the hallway where Tom also had his office.  At least I knew how to get back to the rest of the group.

When I got there, I was asked some questions, and I knew what I was going to say.  When Alexei got closer, I saw he had a worried look on his face

“You OK, Nick?”

“Hmmmm … yes and no, Alexei.”

“Oh!  Do you want to go home?”

“Maybe … but I’m not sure.  I need to tell you what has happened as I am afraid I’ll forget details of it.  Can you get Brian over here as well?”

I wanted more then one person present when I told my story for the first time, as I wanted to make sure that together we’d remember as much as possible.

When Brian arrived, I told them what happened … well, not about the rape as I knew that would only be a distraction.  I told them I had had an emotional Moment when I by accident had wandered into the room where the painting of Francis had been.  They were both happy about the vision I’d had … just the fact that it seemed that Francis had been hurt was positive … but my lack of precise information about his surroundings made it less useful.

“So … you have no idea where he is?”

“No … but I’m sure that he hasn’t run away.”

“OK … but this isn’t something the police are going to believe.  Most of them don’t believe in visions like this.”

“So … we’re not any further along, are we?” Brian said.

“We’ll just have to wait and see if I have any more visions, I guess.  At least I’ll know that this one time wasn’t an accident,” I said.

“But it might be another three or four weeks before you get the next one.  And I’m not sure we can trigger them, as I think you’ve already tried that,” Alexei added.

“Yea … I tried that, but it didn’t work.”

 “So what’s next?”

 “Like Brian said … we wait and see.  I’m not sure what else we can do.”

 “We could get the press involved, Nick,” Brian said gently.

 “No!  No press!  You know they’d only go after the sensational angles and that’s not what we need.  I’ve had enough of that in the past.”

 “Are you sure?  Not even with someone we might trust?”

 “But would it stay with that one person?” I asked them.

 “It might if we do it carefully and not let out too many details.”

 “No … I don’t think that will work, guys … even if I was up to dealing with the press directly, which I’m not.”

 “OK …, so you’ll let us know when you get your next vision?”

 “Of course … and next time, I’ll be prepared for it and make sure I get more details from what I see as well.”

 We wandered back to the others.  I saw there was a second woman standing among them now as well.  Nicole was there, but there was someone else, too.

 “Hey, there, Nick!” Nicole said.  “We’ve had a great offer.  I hope you’re game for it, too,” she said enthusiastically.

 “Oh!  What’s happening?”

 “Don’t tell me you don’t recognise me?” the other women said with a grin.

 “Well … you’re not my Mom,” I said with a bit of a smile.

 “Oh!  Both cute and funny.  I think you’ll do fine,” she said.

 “Fine doing what?” I asked, now getting curious

“Ahhhh … so you want to know?”

“Well, I’m always open to offers.  But remember … so far, there’s only been one that I haven’t accepted.”

“She wants us to come on her talk show!” Nicole interrupted us.  “She loves our work and thinks it’s a good idea if more people learn about it.  It’ll be a great opportunity.”

“Ahhhh … the local talk show!  Well, I’m not sure if that would be better publicity than the local newspaper.”

Before I even finished that, the others were laughing quite uproariously.  Now what had I said that was so funny?

I looked at the woman again.  I never really cared much for talk shows, so the chance that I would recognise her seemed quite small.

Our eyes stayed locked until she said, “He really has no idea, has he?”

“No, I don’t think he has.  I’ve never seen him watch your show and we’ve been sharing an apartment for quite some time now,” James said.

“I never watch shows like that,” I confessed.

“OK … well, do you want to be on mine then?”

“Depends on your reason for having me,” I countered.

“Your work,” she said, keeping her answers short.

“Are you sure that that’s the reason?” I said with a hint of suspicion in my voice.

“Of course … your work is wonderful.  I regret that I wasn’t able to be here for the opening night or I would have ended up with one or two pieces myself.”

“OK … well, as long we’re only going to talk about my work, I’m game.  When do you expect us?”

“The Friday night show at the end of the week.”

 “I think I should be able to be there.  I guess it’ll be fun to be on an art talk show.”

 More smiles and laughter erupted after that.

 “You’ll be surprised, Nick,” she said with a smile that involved every muscle on her face, it was so glowing.

 We talked a bit more, and then she said a quick good bye and was off.

 “You have still no idea who she is, do you?” Nicole said after she’d left.

 “No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me any second now.”

 “That was Rosie.”

 “Who?” I said with an even bigger smile on my face, as it was fun teasing Nicole.

 “Oh, you’re just teasing me!  You do know!  Well, I need to prepare myself for this so I won’t be able to do lunch … but we’ll meet up at the airport Friday morning, right?” she asked.

 Airport, I thought.  So this was no local talk show host.  I didn’t want to ask Nicole who Rosie was … I’d find out myself.  So I just said, “Sure, make sure the show books us on the same flight and we’ll travel together.”

 As it was quite late in the afternoon, we went to dinner before returning home.

 During the rest of the week, that vision didn’t leave my mind for more than a minute.  The sense of urgency to do something got stronger and stronger.  I just couldn’t sit and wait any more.  On Friday I was planning to meet up with Nicole to fly to New York.  After the show was taped, we’d stay the night and then I’d made travel arrangements to fly back to my parental home.  I needed to discuss this with Dad but maybe it was a good idea to use the detective and some kind of psychology to get to the bottom of this.

 Oh … of course I’d done some research to see what kind of talk show Rosie had.  What an idiot I was!  I grew more nervous than I’d ever been before but this was a great opportunity.  It would mean more pressure for me to produce, but I felt I could handle that as I knew I was good.  We just had to find Francis.

 And as for Tyler?  Well, without going into too much detail, I’d told Tom that the bastard had insulted me publicly and that I’d be grateful if I never had to see him again.  Tom had assured me that another meeting was highly unlikely as Tyler hadn’t only insulted me, he’d talked down to almost every gallery owner who’d attended the exhibition, telling them how lucky they’d be to have any of his future shows.  Tyler, it seemed, wouldn’t be welcome anywhere in the art world again.  I just hoped that was true.

 So … with all of that out of the way and heartened by the good wishes of some of my fellow students … I was off to New York on that Friday.  I really enjoyed spending time with Nicole and to learn more about her.  She was really interested in us working together some time to see if we could inspire greater creativity in each other.  We agreed on a weekend of undisturbed art later in the month.  I didn’t tell her that I might not make it as I was sure that that weekend would happen sometime in the future, not this month.

 After a light lunch, we arrived at the studio.  It seems the program was not broadcast live but was taped on the afternoon before.  There were quite a number of people around outside waiting to get in, but the taxi driver seemed to know where to go as we ended up at the artists’ entrance.

 I didn’t bring any special clothes as I saw no point in that, but it was strange sitting in a dressing room anyway a little while after we arrived.  I got fussed over by several people; some doing makeup and also some one wanted me to change my t-shirt as it didn’t match with the decor.  So when I told her I didn’t have anything else with me, she looked at me and said, “Artists!  They’re all the same!”   With that she walked away … I’m sure to find a solution to her costume dilemma.

 When the door opened, I started to say “So … did you find something appropriate?” but the sentence died on my lips when I turned around and Nick walked in.

 “Hey!  What are you doing here?”

 “Oh, Rosie wanted me to be here, too.  I think she wanted to thank me for introducing her to you and Nicole.  Also she wanted me to drum up some publicity … advertising is always good.  And Rosie is normally good fun.”

 “So why didn’t you tell me last weekend who she was?”

 “She wouldn’t let me!  When she found out you didn’t know who she was, she just didn’t push any further and left it as it was.  Be prepared for her to make a remark about it, though.”

 “Oh, she wouldn’t, would she?”

 “I’ll bet she will.”

 The door opened again.  “We found this for you to wear,” the girl who came back in held out a light red t-shirt.

 “Nice!  That’ll look good on you.  But didn’t you bring some clothes with you?” Nick asked.

 “No, I didn’t know I’d need several changes of wardrobe.”

 “You’ll learn soon enough to be prepared for anything, as I’m sure this won’t be your last interview.”

 “I don’t know if I’d like that fuss all the time, though,” I confessed.

 While I talked, the girl had handed me the t-shirt.  She watched as I removed my t-shirt and put her choice on.  It felt very soft and smooth.  It was a classy item of clothing, I could feel that.

 “Looking good!” Nick said.

 “You think?” I said as I turned towards him.  I was shocked when I saw him standing in just his briefs with a white t-shirt on.  I could feel my brain going in overdrive.  Oh, no, I thought … don’t blush, don’t blush.

 “Yea, it’s good though that I brought my blue one with me … otherwise, we’d almost look the same.”

 “Oh!  We’d never have allowed that!  One of you would just have to go on camera topless!” the girl teased.

 “We have another 30 minutes or so, right?” Nick asked her.

 “Yea … well, give me ten minutes to get ready … then you can do my makeup, OK?”

 “Sounds like a plan!  I’ll be right back,” she said over her shoulder as she walked out.

 “You didn’t mind undressing in front of her?” I asked him.

 “No, it was more you that I was worried about!  When your mouth dropped open completely when you turned around, I thought it’d be better to get rid of the girl for the Moment.”

 “I’m sorry, but ...,” I said, blushing now.

 “No worries, Nick.  I more or less asked for that … I should have known.  I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”

 “Hmmm … well, embarrassed maybe … but you left me with some nice artistic images of you as well,” I said with a smile.

 Now he was blushing!

 “As long as those images never appear on a painting,” he retorted.  He laughed as he finished the sentence.  I joined him as I knew the image would be always there just in case he wanted it painted.

 “So … are you ready for this?”

 “I think so.  I have to and she promised only to talk about art … and I’m comfortable on that subject.”

 “I’m sure she will.”

 We waited for the girl to return to finish Nick’s makeup.

 We met up with Nicole just outside the studio.  Nick would go in first, sing a song, and have a chat with Rosie before we had to enter.

 “He has a good voice,” Nicole said, admiring him.

 “Yea … he’s not too bad, although this is not exactly my kind of music.”

 “How do you know him?”

 “Oh, he wanted me to do a job for him just after the opening day of the exhibition.”

 “You’ve already landed a commission?  Wow!  That’s tremendous … especially from someone famous like him.”

 “Well, it helps,” I said as I didn’t want to go into too many details.

 She let out a deep sigh.  “But I guess he’s just as unavailable for us girls as the other guys you were with last Saturday.”

 I had been preparing for this as I thought she’d noticed the sexual orientation of my friends.  All the same, the comment surprised me a bit.

 I laughed and said, “That is your problem!”

 “And that is a very diplomatic answer, Nick … not something I would have expected from you … but I can understand why.  I won’t ask.”

 When Nick finished his song, he was invited to join Rosie on the couch.

 “So Nick … what’s new since last time you were here?”

 “Well … not a lot as that was at the end of my last tour.  I’m still on my break, but slowly starting to get some ideas for new songs.”

 “So, if you have no news, why did you offer to come on?”

 “Hmmm … you asked me to appear, remember?” he said with a laugh.

 “Oh, yea!” she laughed, looking at Nick’s surprised face.

 “I just wondered how you got acquainted with the two gifted artists you’re about to introduce to us.  You pointed them out to me so I wondered how you got to know them.”

 “Ahhhh … that’s easy.  The owner of the gallery where they had their opening exhibition is a friend so he invited me over on the opening day.  I’ve been in contact with Nick since then several times.  I even asked him to do a painting for me.  He’s working at that at this very Moment.”

 “You think his paintings are a good investment?”

 “Sure they are!  At his opening, he sold all of them except for two which he deliberately held back for his own private collection.”

 “That is impressive!  Maybe we should ask them to join us.  Please … Nicole and Nick.”

 I took a deep breath and followed Nicole onto the stage.  We were greeted with kisses as if we’d been friends for ages.

 “Welcome to you both,” Rosie said warmly.

 “Pleasure is all ours,” I said before Nicole could say anything.

 “Oh!  Now it’s a pleasure, is it, Nick.  I guess that since last Saturday you’ve done some research about who invited you onto an ‘art’ talk show.”

 I guess I gave her that opening too easily … but I wasn’t sure how to get out of it.

 “Of course, it took me quite a while to find a reference to you on the internet,” I said with a smile.  “When I saw all those people outside … well, I’d have expected to be able to find you a lot easier, to be honest, as all the people outside seemed to know who you were!”

 She laughed even harder now.  “I guess I had that one coming, Nick!  Now that we’ve had our little joust Nick, let’s see what Nicole has to say.”

 “I’m just happy to be here, Rosie.”

 “Nice girl!” Rosie said.  “But maybe you could tell us a little bit about the statue that you created.  I thought that this one was the best pieces in the exhibition, so I asked Tom to bring it out here.”

 The statue was brought out onto the stage and Rosie and Nicole started into a discussion about its artistic intent.  I noticed that she did a good job of explaining techniques to the audience, so they felt engaged in the creative process.  I wondered which painting she had chosen from my part of the exhibition, as I suspected she had done that as well for me.  I was still off in my own little world when they both sat down and she looked at me.

 “Now, Nick … do you have any idea which painting I brought here?”

 “I hope it’s not the one that is maybe a bit too explicit for daytime TV!” I said with an innocent grin.

 “Oh, well … this program isn’t broadcast till later tonight, so we should be fine.  Here it is.”

 And, as I suspected after that last comment, the painting of David, Kate and the baby was brought out onto the stage.

 “So what were your thoughts when you painted this?  And how long did the subjects have to stay in one position?”

 “Oh, not that long, Rosie.”

 “So the mother wasn’t sucked dry by the baby as they posed, Nick?”

 I laughed.  “No, I did a quick sketch and that was enough of a pose from which to paint … so not more then a normal feeding time, I’d say.”   The last thing that I wanted to tell everyone was a quick glimpse of only one or two Moments was enough for me to capture the Moment that needed to be put on the canvass.

 “So … what were you thinking when you painted this?”

 “I think you can see that quite well, Rosie … the love of a young mother and father for their first born at a very intimate Moment.”

 “Yes, I can see that.  What I find amazing is how you were able to capture that feeling and convey it in the painting itself.  The expression is so natural and at the same time it says a lot more than you normally see in a painting.”

 “I have no idea … it’s the secret of being an artist, I guess.”

 “OK!  Well, we’ll talk further in a Moment as I want to see if you can introduce me to that hunk in that painting … but first a commercial break.  We’ll be right back.”

 I let out a deep sigh as I felt I had survived the first bit.  I think Rosie must have heard that.  “You’re doing great, Nick.  Nothing to worry about”

 “Yea!  You got her back good when she asked you if you’d goggled her!” the other Nick said.

 “Hmmmm … I think he was prepared for that question, though” Rosie said with a smile to Nick.

 “Oh, you think so?” he said mischievously.

 “Just remember, Nicky, that payback can be a bitch.”

 “So what’s next, Rosie?” Nicole asked.

 “Well, I just want to finish off talking about the painting with Nick and then we have our mystery guest.”

 “Oh, nice!  Do we know him?”

 “I think you might … but we’ll see.”

 “Get ready,” one of the stage directors said.  “We are back 3 … 2 …1 … go.”

 “So, Nick, can you enlighten us who that hunk is and if he is tied to that lovely lady in the picture?”

 “He’s my brother, David, and I think you just blew up his ego quite considerable by calling him a hunk.”

 “He just is … just look at those muscles!  Don’t you think so, too, Nicole?”

 “He is certainly nice to look at.”

 “I’ll let him know, but he is a gymnast … or gymnast to be … so no wonder he is built like that.  But I have to disappoint you though, as he is closed and permanently tied to the lady in the picture.  The love you see is real both for each other and for their baby.”

 “Hmmmm … well, that’s a shame that all the good-looking ones are locked up.  But maybe we’ll have more of a chance with our mystery guest for today.  Please come on around and show yourself.”

chapter 10