"Hey, guess what," Joey said excitedly when I got back to the dorm room after my algebra class, roughly two weeks after starting our workouts.
"What?" I said, canceling my fake personality.
"We've been officially invited to the Eta's frat initiation party the Saturday before Halloween. Is that like totally cool or what?"
"YEAH! That's awesome!" I exclaimed.
We did a little victory dance around each other, then when Joey accidentally nudged me with his shoulder, I nudged him back playfully. The nudges became out right body slams, and pretty soon we were on the floor wrestling, trying to pin the other on his back.
Joey got the upper hand when his mouth found the bare skin under my loose fitting shirt and gave me a raspberry on stomach. It startled me enough for him to push me off balance, then I found his body on top of mine.
I struggled for a minute, but then surrendered and waited for him to let me up. But as soon as we had caught our breath a little, I saw that old look in his eyes.
"Did I tell you about the dream I had last night," Joey said, his voice gentle and soft.
"No. It wasn't another nightmare, was it?" I said, reaching up to touch his cheek.
The feelings starting to pour out of him only amplified my feelings of closeness with him, and without really thinking about it, I prepared for what I hoped came next.
"No, just the opposite. I remembered what you and I did before Steven drugged me, but in the dream we didn't fall asleep. We just... kinda held each other.. You know?"
"Yeah, I know," I said, moving my hands down his sides in a comforting way.
With our eyes locked on the others, Joey lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a warm and friendly kiss, prompting me to wrap my arms around him and explore his back with my hands. My feelings were torn between Joey's gentle loving kisses and the feelings of improperness as I felt his muscular back.
Joey's kisses began to increase in their power and started to roam from my lips. The arousal Joey was inflicting on me was being countered by the increasing awareness of how male his body was to my senses.
I almost stopped him from pulling my shirt off over my head, but his arousal was already settling down and I knew he wasn't going to go very far. I had second thoughts about that, however, when Joey's lips found my left nipple, but then was lost to the feeling of his tongue's magic touch on it.
I only gasped a few times before Joey settled down, and while my nipple tingled with his drying spit, Joey sighed and said, "Timmy, hold me, please?"
I blinked away my tears as I held my best friend and lover while he recalled the last set of memories which had eluded him until now. There was a new feeling of happiness between us that hadn't been there since that day in cell together, and as Joey began to quietly cry against my chest, I knew I was the luckiest person on Earth.
Joey didn't cry all that much, but I had felt how much weight the few tears he did shed carried. We laid there on the floor for twenty minutes, and probably would have laid there longer if my stomach hadn't have growled and reminded us both it was time for what we called our three thirty dinner.
I thought Joey was getting up when he struggled to get his hand out from underneath, but just as I started to sit up, his body moved up and laid me back down.
"I love you more than if you were my brother..." Joey said to my face. "I just want you to know that even if we find Sarah, I doubt I... <sigh> You're more to me than she ever could be. I don't want to loose that again."
My eyes told him the feeling was mutual, and after exchanging kisses on the cheeks, Joey started to get up for real. But not before giving my crotch a teasing pat.
We went to the cafeteria without bothering with raising our fake personalities for the first time since that first week of class. After we ate, we went to our two hour work out, feeling like a million bucks. But I knew that would all come to an end, having noticed his glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking.
While the mind wipe had succeeded in clearing Joey from all of the emotional conditioning Steven's drug had inflicted, it hadn't prevented Joey from recalling anything which had happened while he was brainwashed. Between the experiences he had of being Steven's suck and fuck boy and the growing attraction towards me he had before our capture, Joey was starting to really build up his desires in wanting me in that way. I wasn't sure how I should proceed, not wanting to risk hurting him so soon after finally getting him back.
The small amount of steroids Joey and I were taking to aid our muscle building and the exhaustive workout sessions we had everyday with Blake had really been working on Joey. His muscles had nearly doubled from the time we had started a month ago. And to top it all off, his dick had grown to its adult size, thicker than average while not any shorter than it should be.
Neither of us had had sex with anything but our own hands for the past two weeks, plus the steroids weren't helping us cope with our pussy starving dicks. I was certain that the steroids had helped our horniness grow as much as our muscles, but had found relief by finally giving in and adopting the old night time jerking ritual that half the guys in the dorm did anyway.
I was incredibly relieved when Joey finished his shower before me and left without starting what we both had been thinking about all evening. Or more like he was thinking about it while I was worrying about it. But I had nearly forgotten all about his lusty glances when I walked into our dorm room wearing only a towel, somewhat blinded from drying my hair with a second one.
Once the initial shock of feeling his mouth kiss my neck while his dick brushed the backs of my thigh had passed, I actually found myself enjoying the waves of love and lust flowing through him as his hand started stroking my cock. And when I felt his organ slipping through my legs, I truly found myself lusting for the feeling of his shudders and shakes while coming between my thighs.
Joey moved us over towards my bunk without me realizing it, and I didn't really even think about it when he guided us down onto its surface. My empathic senses were adding Joey's arousal and lust to my own, and I simply was too lost within them to pay much attention to anything displeasurable my physical senses were reporting.
While Joey humped my thighs, a difference within him began forming that didn't register right away. The empathic purging of his emotions had restored him more or less like his old self, but the memories from his experiences as Joseph had made their mark on his psyche, and Joey would never be the same.
You could say his dark side was a little darker, and he had formed fetishes for sexual activities which he would have never even considered before Steven made him do them over and over with him. Depending on how you looked at it, Joey had either been perverted or just given a wider range of sexual pleasures to indulge in.
The first real feelings of concern I had about the way he was acting came when Joey's hand moved from my cock to begin loosening my asshole with a spit covered finger. He felt rushed or even driven to do it. In fact, Joey didn't even try to warn me when he slipped his one finger out and rammed his dick in.
"Fuuuck!" I bellowed as the pain was drowned out by the combination of both Joey's and my own pleasure.
Joey's hand started twisting my nipples and his mouth sucked on my neck and shoulder as he pounded my ass furiously. His lust and desire for pleasure was growing as he became rougher and less careful, and that was when I started to get a little scared.
The moment I tried to resist his nipple pinching, Joey rolled me onto my stomach and I found myself trapped underneath his slightly larger body. As the pleasure and lust dimmed from the rising panic within me, I desperately began struggling to get out from under him.
But Joey was beyond the point where he would stop. My ass had just finally loosened enough for him to freely fuck me without it causing him to struggle to get it back in. So too keep me pacified, he used his magic touch on me hoping to wash my resistance away with pleasure.
And it worked too. Joey's own version of a magical touch was different to mine by the way it ebbed and varied. He used it to make me meet his humps with my own thrusts, and then after we blew our loads, his into my ass and mine onto the bed, I didn't even realize he had pulled out since I was a drift in the ocean of pleasure his hand was still providing.
Even though he had just orgasmed, Joey wasn't the least bit satisfied sexually. He didn't waste any time to decide to use me like a toy. He broke off handling my body, and for a moment I started to get a hold of my senses. But when Joey's tongue touched my ass with its magic touch on full, I was pushed even deeper into the helpless state of intense pleasure.
A jolt of electricity passed through my body when Joey's tongue probed my asshole, followed by a small window of somewhat clear thought. Joey was sinking deeper and deeper into his perversion and lust which Steven had given him, and even as I pushed back against his face while his tongue tried to gain access to my ass, I started to regain my self control.
The memory of the time Joey had been able to resist my commands from my words of him someday eating my shit countered the intense pleasure Joey's tongue was producing, and to his frustration my rose sealed shut before he could even attempt to suck his spunk out of my ass.
Somehow I managed to keep my back door shut tight as he unleashed wave after wave of sexual desire and pleasure through his tongue's drilling probes. After driving me to orgasm a third time, he finally was too frustrated to continue is ass licking any longer.
As his cock began filling my helpless mouth, the concept that Joey was literally raping me went through my mind. But I loved him too much to stop him the only way I knew how. So instead of using my telepathy, I withstood his cock fucking my mouth.
Luckily it didn't take much for him to cum that time, and once his shutters and shakes had finished, he dismounted. We were both so exhausted that we couldn't do much else but pass out.
I awoke to Joey calling my name as he looked at me with concern.
"I'm sorry. I.. I couldn't fight it any more. I tried.. Please believe me I tried," he said, nearly in tears.
"K-Are," I rasped out, my voice not wanting to work after having his cock in my throat. "Are you, <cough> okay?"
"Are you?" he asked softly.
I managed a weak grin, then said, "Nothing I haven't been through before."
"Me neither," he said sadly. "But... you're really not angry, are you. I would be."
"I'm... I'm disappointed I guess. <cough> I thought you wouldn't let.. <cough> let it take over like that."
He didn't say anything, just sighed a sat there looking at me pitifully.
When I saw it was just a little after nine, I got up carefully and grabbed some tissues to wipe the seepage from my ass and locked the dead bolt while I was up.
"Fuck, Joey.. My voice is gonna be screwed up tomorrow, and I have to read a paper.." I said, trying to clear my throat again and sitting down next to him. The tissue paper I still had in my hand had a streak of wetness along with a little bit of blood.
I moved it closer to his face and said, "Here. You want it now?"
"Shit. Get it the fuck away," he said before allowing himself a small chuckle.
"Mmmm.. looks awful tasty," I teased.
"You're sick, he said before giving me a shove.
He didn't know his own strength, however, and I ended up knocking my head against the wooden frame. After my "OW!" Joey immediately uprighted me and apologized profusely.
"All right! I know you didn't mean to.." I said, struggling to get away.
"But.." he said before letting me go. "I have to know... Will you ever trust me again?"
I opened my mouth to say I would, but realized I wasn't sure how I felt. Seeing his face fall from my hesitation, I said, "I trust you as far as you can trust yourself. Just try to keep your mind on what we're here for, okay?"
"Yeah.. Okay," he said unhappily.
"Come on. Get your bunk down so we can go to bed." I said getting up to find my sleeping shorts.
"I think I'll just sleep alone tonight," Joey said.
"No you're not. After what just happened today, I want you right next to me in case you have a nightmare."
"I'm not going to be having any nightmares that I can wake up from. Good night Tim. I love you."
"I love you too, Joey," I said a few moments after he laid down and covered up.
When he didn't respond, I wiped my butt some more, and once I found the tissue staying clean, I padded my crack with some fresh ones and slipped my shorts on before climbing into bed.
The next morning when we met Nick and Greg down in the deserted cafeteria around 4:20 am to do school work, both Joey and Greg were unusually quiet. Joey's silent mood I understood, but Greg's...
Nick was the one who finally decided he had enough of not knowing what was going on. Just before the food line opened up to serve breakfast, Nick slammed his book shut and asked, "What the fuck is going on?"
"What do you mean?" Joey asked, not expecting to fool him.
"You know what I mean. What's up with you Joey? Yeah, and you too Greg."
"I, er," Joey started.
"He had another nightmare," I lied.
"Didn't sound like any nightmare to me," Greg mumbled.
Joey and I looked at each other, realizing that if we could hear him jacking off at night...
"What does that supposed to mean?" Nick said crankily.
"Nothin'," Greg replied also crankily. "Just that it didn't sound like Joey was having a nightmare, that's all."
"So what did it sound like?" Nick persisted.
"Yeah, what did it sound like?" I echoed.
"Ask Joey. He's the one with the nightmare," Greg said with venom.
"You want to know what my nightmare sounded like?!?" Joey said angrily and standing up. "Fine! It sounded like me fucking Tim in the ass, that what it sounded like!"
I don't know who was more startled by his admission, me, Greg or Nick. Then again, I guess it must have been Nick. He simply hadn't considered the possibility of knowing someone who would do something like that.
Luckily the few people around us who had heard figured they had heard wrong, only giving us a few extra glances before going on with their business. Actually, the extra glances were at Joey standing there starting to hyperventilate.
Once I had gotten Joey to sit back down, I whispered to him, "Why don't the four of us go somewhere private and then we can figure out what to tell them."
Joey nodded, then he started clenching his fists and concentrated on steady his breathing.
"Guys, it's not all what you think. Joey's been through a lot lately, and he.. Well, can you come back with us to our room so we can talk about it in private?"
Greg and Nick looked at each other a moment, then Nick said, "All right," and started to gather his things up.
But Greg wasn't so sure. I could feel he was holding something in really deep, some kind of emotion that even I wasn't able to pick up from the way he was keeping it buried. He was afraid that if he went with us, he would let it out, and that scared him a lot.
"Aren't you coming?" Nick said to him while I started gathering both Joey's and my stuff.
"Yeah, I guess," Greg said, giving in to that little bit of peer pressure.
It wasn't until we were approaching our room that Greg started chickening out.
"Look, I'm not feeling very good. Maybe I'll just go lay down.." he said, stopping at his door.
"Greg, come on," I said. "Whatever you're afraid of won't hurt you unless you let it."
"Who says I'm afraid of anything?" he said nervously.
"Shit," I sighed. "Just listen to yourself. You're almost to the point where you're shaking in your boots. Come on. Trust us. We're a team, remember? Don't quit on us when we need you the most," I said, recalling part of a pep talk I had seen on TV.
"Yeah.." Nick added, "Besides, I'm not going in there with those two alone, so you'll have to come," he joked.
"All right," he said, putting away his key.
As Joey unlocked the door, something about the way Greg looked at me told me he thought I already knew his secret, and that I had staged this whole thing just to make him tell it.
So after Joey followed Nick inside, I stopped Greg, closed the door, then looked him in the eyes and said, "Whatever it is you're hiding, I swear I don't know it, and you don't have to tell us, okay?"
I saw the confirmation in his eyes, so I closed the empathic link just before Nick reopened the door and asked, "What are you two doing out there? Kissing?"
"Shut up," Greg said, pushing the door open wider, causing Nick to jump back a little.
"Touchy, aren't we," Nick said softly as I passed him.
"Close the door," I barked to him. "And try not to piss anyone off."
I flinched when the door slammed shut, then I took a deep breath and said, "Sorry. I guess the pressure is starting to get to me."
"I'm sorry too. I think we're all feeling the pressure get to us," Nick said, sitting down on my bunk next to Greg.
Joey was sitting at the table, so I went over and sat next to him on the floor.
No one said anything for a few minutes, then finally Greg asked, "Are you gay or just bi?"
Joey and I exchanged glances, then we both said, "Bi."
"Shit," Nick muttered. "You mean you two really did?.. Holy shit."
"I didn't think you believed it," I said. "But we're not really interested in guys like that. We dig chicks. It's just that we're so close that we're.... well, close."
"Do you do it a lot?" Greg asked after a long pause.
"No," Joey simply answered.
"Is that what your nightmares are about?" Nick asked, slightly confused.
"Sort of. Not really though. I'd rather not talk about them."
"Well, maybe you should," Nick prompted. "It might make you feel better."
"I doubt it. They wouldn't make any sense to you anyway."
"Do they make sense to you?"
"Yeah. More than I wish."
"Have you guys ever.. done it with another guy besides each other?" Greg suddenly asked.
"I did once, but that was a few years ago and I haven't wanted to since," I said, more or less speaking the truth.
"I.." Joey started, then stopped.
I looked up at him and he met my eyes with his. I saw they were wet with extra tears and were full of uncertainty. When I gave him a questioning look, he nodded his head, then sniffed and rubbed his nose, hoping he would tear up any more.
"Last summer, Joe and I were kidnapped. Joe was brainwashed by a guy to be his toy, and he's having a hard time dealing with the things he did while believing he wanted to do them. Last night he lost control and did some things he's not proud of."
"But I would only do something like that to Tim, not you guys. It's kind of hard to explain why," Joey added.
"So why didn't this guy brainwash Tim too?" Nick asked.
"He tried, but.. it just didn't work, okay? We don't know why," I said, realizing we would have to add this to our cloak personalities' memories.
"I know why," Joey said. "I wanted to do some of those things before, but you didn't."
"You can't know that for sure," I said to Joey. Then to the other two I said, "The guy planted memories and stuff to make Joe think he had done things before we had been kidnapped."
"Some things I did do," Joey said, knowing I was all too aware of what he meant by it.
Both Joey and Greg had to get ready for their 8:00 classes, and Nick didn't feel like hanging around, so I spent most of my free time adding what we had told them to my cover-self's memories.
We all had a very difficult time during our workout. Not because it was physically grueling or anything, but because we all knew what Joey's glancing at me meant. Even Blake caught on near the end of our workout. It made us even more uncomfortable when Blake became quiet, a stark contrast to his normally jocular personality.
This time Joey's self control broke down while the four of us were showering. The moment his fingers brushed between my ass cheeks, I was rendered helpless to his magic touch. I have no memory of anything other than the overwhelming pleasure from his finger tips.
I awoke in my bunk with Joey right next to me, my ass and mouth sore. Joey woke when I tried to adjust my position, and after his emotional out pour, we laid there discussing what we could do to keeping it from happening again.
Joey admitted that it was the workouts that were making his lust overwhelm him. The sight of my body growing more muscular every day had been building up his desire and frustration for a while. We thought about working out separately, but we considered the risk that he might start forming the same desires for someone else.
You may wonder why I didn't simply use a command on him to keep him from doing it again. Ever since my empathic senses had shown me what altering someone does to them, I had been hesitant in risking inflicting that kind of damage on someone. And my empathic senses were telling me that Joey was only doing what his natural...
I have no single word for it. You see, people are very complex, and there are many different ways in which to view what makes a person what they are. One way is to see that when a person is born, they are given a basic personality. Their experiences during the course of their life combined and limited by their original basic personality makes a person who and what they were meant to be.
The damage done by experiencing extremely traumatic events, brainwashing, or being altered by another by telepathic means can cause that person to become something that is outside what their basic personality allows. When someone intentionally inflicts such changes, the result is something which is pure evil, even when done with the best of best intentions.
But everything Joey had been going through was caused by recalling and processing the experiences which Steven had given him, and he was simply dealing with them as well as his original basic personality allowed him to do so. For me to interrupt or alter that process would have been altering him from his natural God given state. And like I said, that would have been evil.
So, because I loved him, the only thing I could do was to let him do it in hopes of letting it run its course and to be done with it for good. When I told Joey I would just let him have his way with me after the workouts, this made him happy, and because I loved him, it made me happy too. Sort of.
Greg and Nick didn't meet us for breakfast like they usually do the next morning, but Nick did show for lunch, and finally admitted to us that he watched up until Joey entered my ass, then left because it was too gross for him.
Greg avoided us the entire week and weekend, but he did show up for the workouts and made an effort to not seem as disturbed as he was.
Joey seemed to have more self control after our workout that night. Probably because he knew he wouldn't have to overcome my resistance which had been the greatest source of frustration for him. Instead of going to the dorms, we jogged to a motel which rented by the hour and got a room.
Even though the room was pretty nice, any illusion having romantic reasons for being there was killed by the condom vending machine on the wall outside the bathroom. I mean, I was there because I loved him, not because I was going to have sex with him.
I never suspected what effect these experiences would have on me. I couldn't imagine that I would come to like, much less enjoy the gross stuff Joey would be having us do.
I have many regrets about the things I did concerning Joey that school year, but this was not one of them. I occasionally still have the kind of intense perverted sex which occurred the following weeks, and it is always the most physically exhausting and sexually satisfying, or at least in the perverted sense. I must point out that while I eventually use other people's bodies to have sex in, I only ever had that kind of dirty sex in my own body, and only with the two men and two women whom I call my lovers AND my soul-mates: Joey, Suzi and...
Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?