Time passed without meaning. Faces, lights, walls.. A jumble of images, sometimes accompanied by sounds, but for the most part I didn't listen. I was kept drugged for an unknown period of time, never allowed to come out of my daze while they repeatedly tried to use their brainwashing methods and drugs on me without any success. The inoculation commands prevented me from comprehending any physical stimulus while I was in an unnatural conscious state, and they had worked even while my brain chemistry had been altered and realtered by their drugs.

I later found out that I had been drugged like that for over a month before I woke up with a splitting headache, staring up at a white glass ceiling. I was very groggy, but almost regretted coming out of my dazed state when I found every bone ached and my once healthy and muscular body was weak and skinny from malnourishment and effects of who knows how many drugs.

Several hours passed as my mind struggled to create coherent thoughts. The first full thought I had was, "I'm hungry," followed by, "Danger."

The preprogramming Joey and I had done in the case we were captured instantly kicked in with that last thought. My mind started to clear as the adrenaline reached it, and the physical discomforts were masked by both the adrenaline and the other programming we had done.

To anyone who might have been watching me through hidden cameras, I appeared to be as senseless as I had been when I first awoke. But I was fully aware of my surroundings and capable to defend myself if necessary.

Of course my body was so weak I couldn't have defended myself from a horny moth, and my telepathic senses had been suppressed so much by drugs that I couldn't even attempt to use them.

I was able to get a fairly good look at the room though. I was inside a white glass room with no doors as far as I could tell. The ceiling emitted a soft white light, and there were several very small vents and nozzles protruding from it. I was laying nude on a metallic platform at the center of the room. The floor was a strange metal grill that appeared to basically act as a drain as much as a floor. The only other feature I could see from that position was some sort of protrusion from one wall that had some kind of empty sack or membrane attached to it.

"Welcome to your new home, slave," Steven's voice suddenly said from the ceiling. "I know you can understand me, so you can stop pretending. If you haven't realized it yet, you have electrodes attached to your head and I'm watching your brain waves."

There was a minute or two of silence, then he said, "I have to admit, I was surprised when Joey recovered so quickly. It was a good thing I had him strapped down as tight as I did, otherwise I might have had to stab him like I stabbed my uncle Jake. It would have been unfortunate if Joey had become a vegetable like that."

Again, a long pause before he said, "If you would bother to look at the wall behind your head, there is a video monitor that is showing what Jake is doing right now."

Since I didn't see anything to gain by pretending any longer, I slowly sat up and looked at the image on the screen. Jake was staring at something I couldn't see as his right hand moved in a jerky circle around where apparently he had been stabbed by the needle. The man was very pale, and I noticed he had ripped his shirt so his belly remained exposed. There was movement behind him, and I realized he was in a room with others who appeared to be in mentally withdrawn states like he was.

"I blame you for my uncle's condition. If you hadn't tried to take.."

"Fuck you, Steven. You know I was only trying to defend myself. You were the one who stabbed..."

Steven's voice hadn't stopped while I had replied, but when I heard my own voice being echoed while his own said "..and will make you beg me to," he stopped and everything was quiet for a moment.

"I have to admit that you are one smart asshole," I said. "But delaying your voice so I can't home in on you won't keep me from taking you down. I promise you... You will pay for hurting all these people. I swear to God I won't rest until you're locked up."

"I expected something a little more... threatening from you, but it doesn't matter. If you take a good look around the room, you will notice there are no doors, windows, or even air vents big enough to carry anything larger than a hamster. The entire floor can be electrified with a single push of a button, and another button can do the same with the bed you are sitting on.

"There is no shower, no toilet, and no sink. Once a day the room will be sprayed down with a cleansing solution, so if you want to keep your shit from smelling up the place all day, you better get used to shitting in the corner where the drain is and shoving it between the grills a few minutes before the wash begins.

"Your only source of food and water is from the rubber penis that is currently being filled with a most yummy mixture of nutrients, vitamins, and of course drugs. I imagine you will become a very good cock sucker by the end of the month just in order to stay alive.

"Oh, and one last thing. You will never leave this room for the rest of your life. If you know what is good for you, you will not resist obeying me. Of course I know you will resist, so I won't be disappointed. I so look forward hearing you scream. Have a nice day."

And that was it. I spent a good hour yelling, cussing, and ramming myself into the glass walls trying to get a reaction from him without success. Actually, the only thing I had accomplished was making my body that much weaker from expending all my energy. My head was pounding again, everything ached, and my reserves had been used up by the adrenaline. I finally collapsed on the grilled floor and fell asleep despite my better judgment.

I was awakened some time later by the promised cleansing of the room, discovering the hard way not to let it get in my eyes. The cleansing was actually done in three steps. The first was a cleansing solution, the second a disinfectant, and the third was plain water that lasted three times as long as the other two. None of the water had been warmed up, and I fell asleep shivering.

I spent two days resisting my hunger by drinking the rinse water. I needed to purge the telepathic repressing drug from my body before I got too weak to use them. But when I was able to do it without causing my head to explode in pain, I found out why they weren't so worried about me getting along without the drug.

I was in the center of what felt like a wall of insanity. If I had anything in my stomach I would have thrown it up when I locked on to the first mind I found. After that I carefully felt for a somewhat normal mind, only to find there wasn't any. There must have been nearly two hundred mentally disturbed or dysfunctional minds all around me, and because they emitted very loud thoughts, I had no chance of getting beyond them to reach someone on the outside.

My options seemed used up and I was quickly becoming too weak to even use my telepathic powers anyway. So when I noticed some blood in my urine on the third night, I used my abilities on myself to program my mind to concentrate on building my strength back up so I could make a more powerful effort to send an SOS out. Then I swallowed my pride and walked up to the engorged rubber dick.

After taking the head into my mouth, I understood what Steven had meant about becoming an expert cock sucker or die of starvation. The rubber dick was constructed in such a way that you had to work the nutrient out of the small opening using the same mouth movements that one would use while giving head. I also realized that the nutrient itself smelled and tasted like a sweaty musky cock.

I smiled when I realized this was just another pathetic attempt to lower my morale and self respect. I easily counteracted this by programming a simple hypnotic command into my subconscious. As long as the penis wasn't a real one, I would enjoy sucking on it as much as a new born baby sucked on a tit. After all, that's what it was serving as.

Two weeks went by without a single word from my jailers. Every morning the rubber dick filled up with my daily food, and every evening I took a shit over in the corner by the drain that was under the metal grill. Sometimes I had to use my toes to smush the shit down so it wouldn't be left behind after the nightly shower. I was always tired and didn't want to do anything, but my own programming forced me to exercise my muscles and brain. My food supply was decreased when I actually started to put on some muscle tone, and several days they must have increased the drugs that made me feel extremely motivationless. But I won that small victory when I continued to exercise and they had returned my dosages back to their original levels.

Then one day after finishing a larger meal than I had been getting, Steven's voice announced, "Go lay on the bed. You have five seconds before I electrify the floor."

"Fuck you." I said.

"YEOW!" I said four and a half seconds later as the electric current flowed into my feet. I made a mad leap for my metal bed, shocking myself good when I missed and landed on my side.

The electricity was turned off when I hadn't moved. It took several minutes before I could make my muscles work enough to get up on the bed.

"Next time you do not follow my instructions, I will not turn the electricity off until your skin starts to cook."

I laid there waiting, wondering what the hell he was planning. It wasn't until I found my eyes closing when I realized what the strange hissing noise was. But it didn't really matter. Whether he gassed me, injected me, or put it in my food, no drug would make me obey him where it counts. If only things could be that easy.

The moment I awoke, I knew something was different in a good way. I opened my eyes and found myself right where I had been when I had fallen asleep. But now there was a new addition to the room.

"Joey!" I cried as swung my feet down to stand up. The humming from the floor warned me it was still electrified, but the shock of finding Joey laying on another metal bed just like mine five feet away from me had stopped me first. He looked awful, but I imagined not any worse than I did. I couldn't help but notice the numerous needle marks on his arm, and the red mark over his cheek bone.

"Joey.." I called over to him. "JOEY! WAKE THE FUCK UP! Please?"

I waited again. I was getting good at waiting. I could make time pass faster by putting myself in a light trance without reducing my ability to react to my surroundings.

When Joey stirred, I nearly stood up on the electrified floor I was so anxious.

"Joey. Wake up. It's time to go to school," I joked in a high anxious voice. It was the best I could come up with at the time.

"Tim?" he said in a raspy voice before turning his head towards me.

"Hi," I said smiling and fighting the tears in my eyes.

"You look like shit."

"Yeah, so do you. And your voice doesn't sound to good."

"Yeah, well, I spent a day yelling my head off and my voice hasn't forgiven me yet. But I'm okay, I think. What about you?" he said sitting up slowly.

"I'm fine. I'm better than fine now that you're here. I can't even begin to tell you how happy just seeing you... What's wrong?"

He looked down at the floor and his tears started to flow.

"They've made mom into a pain loving sex toy. <sniff> Steven says if you don't remove the <sniff> commands that keep the drugs from working on me, he's going to start leaving knives and shit laying around for my mom to use on herself."

I sat there speechless, wanting so badly to touch him and hold him as I understood the position he was in.

"Well, what do you think we should do? We need to share in that decision, but it's mostly up to you."

"I'm not sure if I can do it. I'm pretty weak, and just thinking about it gives me a headache. You're gonna have to help me."

"Yeah, I know. Move down to the end. I'm coming over." I said standing up on my bed. The distance was greater than I thought, and I almost chickened out. But the worst I figured could happen was that I would get electrocuted, and a quick death was almost preferable to what we might have to suffer through.

I leaped and landed badly on the surface of his metal bed, but besides a few bruises, I wasn't seriously hurt. The hug we exchanged wiped my few discomforts from my mind, and we just sat there holding onto each other for a long time.

"Ready?" Joey barely whispered in my ear.

"Yeah," I replied just as softly.

We fought against the drugs in our systems for several minutes, then fought the resulting pain as we started to feel each other's thoughts. The moment we made a connection and Joey formed a share link, we both felt the pain subside.

We quickly shared everything that had happened to each other, finding we had experienced pretty much the same thing, except that Joey hadn't been kept drugged between brainwashing sessions and had learned a little about their plans.

"I think they want to use me to control you," Joey thought. "Steven said something about never being able to trust you even if they got the drugs to work on you. I'm pretty sure he wants to blackmail you into cooperating by making me hate you or something.

"The good news is they can't find your parents, the twins, Suzi, or her family. Penny talked about Brad and Sandi, but I don't think Steven is going to bother with anyone else unless something goes wrong with me. I saw David a couple of times. He's put on some muscle and is acting like Penny's body guard, but David only seems to be interested in what Steven says. I think Penny is a little ticked off about that."

"What about your mom and dad?"

"I don't know anything about dad. I just hope it isn't anything like what they did to mom. Shit, Tim. If they hadn't told me it was her, I wouldn't have recognized her. They shaved her head.. and she has more holes in her ears than.. Remember how she hated ear rings? ... She was piercing her... her... <shiver> her lower lip when..."

He stopped to collect himself, and I wiped the tear from his cheeks myself.

"Come on," I thought to him. "Let's try and bust out of here and make that bastard sorry for being alive."

Unfortunately, even with our combined power, we couldn't penetrate the wall of insanity around us. We spent a lot of time scanning and surging, and even attempted three huge pulses that we thought would reach the other side of the planet, but nothing got past the noise and turmoil of the loonies around us.

We spent hours trying everything we could think of before we were too tired to even speak. That metal platform was only really big enough for one person to lay comfortably, but neither one of us considered the cramped space as bad as the thought of being separated again.

Laying behind Joey with one arm under my head, I rubbed his chest with my free hand as we tried to think of some sort of plan.

Steven had given us twenty four hours to clear Joey's head of all commands, and that included the time for the telepathic suppression drugs to wear off. I knew they were watching and listening to everything we were doing. They probably even suspected that we had eliminated the drug's effects and could have finished what we were supposed to be doing long ago.

I was tired of thinking of a way out, so I took a few minutes to ponder on why Steven was letting us have this time together when he could have forced us to do it immediately. He had made it quite clear to Joey that if he found any unnatural resistance to the drug caused by my commands, his mother would suffer for it.

We were laying still with our eyes closed, appearing to the outside world to be asleep when Penny's voice said, "You two look so cute laying there like that, but it must be uncomfortable. I'll make a deal with you. Suck each other off and I'll turn off the floor."

"Go fuck your master," I said loudly. "If he isn't to busy fucking David, that is."

Penny didn't give a response, but I was surprised when Joey turned over with a strange look in his eyes.

"Uhm, I wouldn't mind doing it to get some more room. And I'm kinda hungry for..."

Joey frowned at my shocked expression, then said, "What? You can't tell me you haven't gotten used to doing it to that thing on the wall."

"Yeah, but that's different. It isn't real."

"So? Come on. It won't be that bad. Besides I'm going have to take a really big shit soon, and I'd rather not have to do it up here."

I saw in Joey's mind he had made the conscious decision to not look upon sucking dick as something bad. It had been his only recourse when he realized it was meant to make him easier to control. In his mind, Joey had reasoned that sucking a dick wasn't unnatural, just unsocial. And while getting his nourishment from the fake dick, he imagined he had been sucking me off.

I was a bit torn between what I thought was right and wrong for myself, and what was best over all. My mind reasoned it would only further prove they had control over us, but my heart told me what they made us do would not change who we were and loved. I loved Joey, would do anything for him, and at that point I suddenly didn't find the thought of sucking him off to be a degrading or terrible act. It was one of those damn lines I had drawn in the dirt. But I wasn't going to cross it just to cross it. I wanted to show that I loved him and in my mind we were of one mind, soul, and finally body..

"Promise me this," I said as I started fondling his dick. "If we both like it and we get out of this somehow, we only do it to each other and no one else?"

"Shit," Joey said as moved his head towards my crotch. "Tim, I don't think I could ever do anything like that except with you, and you know it. Damn if my mouth is watering. So do you want to take turns? Or just do it at the same time?"

I pulled my head towards his hard dick and shuddered. I made a few changes to my own conditioning, then found my mouth watering also. I had to admit, the stuff we had been living on the past three weeks smelled just like Joey's dick. And after having starved myself once in a while so I could scan the insane minds around me for any changes, I actually found the odor appetizing.

"Same time," I said before using my tongue on his head to get a sample taste. "Wow.. It doesn't taste like shit after all."

"Ieh thasths pherthy gud to mae," Joey said with his mouth full. "Path tha salth."

"I'll pass the salt, all right," I said before taking him in my mouth fully. The taste only lasted a few moments, but I wasn't doing it for the taste.

We laid there nursing on each other, neither one of us in a hurry to make the other cum. Despite everything we had felt and said, neither one of us wanted to have the other shoot in our mouth. And strangely enough, the idea of faking it never occurred to either of us.

I was starting to feel pretty good. I could almost say I was enjoying myself. For a few minutes I forgot the problems we were facing and the discomforts from everything they had done to me. My best friend and I were together doing something that for all intents and purposes was the greatest expression of love we had ever given each other.

Something inside of me flared its nostrils and told my morals and good taste that if I didn't take him to the height of sexual pleasure at that time, I may never have the chance again. The beast inside me released my mental restraints, freeing my lusts from their bonds of homophobia, and made me want Joey sexually in every way. He was my lover, he was my keeper, he was my savior. There was nothing left I wouldn't do to complete the cycle of events we had started the day we had first fooled around in my room.

I started using my tongue to stimulate his crown, then used some suction on him. He paused in surprise for a moment when I started to make "Mmmm" sounds, but then started to pump my dick in and out of his mouth in an attempt to give me as much pleasure as I was giving him.

But Joey wasn't going to cross the line that I had. I surprised him again when I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me so his dick went into my throat. I nuzzled his testes with my nose, wishing I could breathe in their scent while my lips worked as much of his pubic hair into my mouth.

When I couldn't hold my breath any more, I pulled back while penetrating his ass with my finger. I don't know who was more surprised at that point. Joey from my actions, or me from his dick spurting its seed into my mouth. But I quickly recovered from my surprise and slurped it all down. There wasn't all that much, but I savored every drop of it as if it was a fine wine.

My own dick released its own load, and Joey did his best to make it appear as if he enjoyed it. I knew it was an act, but I appreciated his desire to please me. The beast inside me had been satisfied and quietly returned to its hiding place, letting me know that the cycle had been completed and that the line had been wiped from existence. Whether or not I ever did it again would be up to me to decide.

As promised, the floor was turned off, so Joey and I moved down to the floor and snuggled the best we could. We didn't speak or think anything to each other for several hours, just held each other and took turns crying. We knew that no matter what happened the next day, we would never feel the same about each other. We had grown so close that we could only grow apart from that moment on.

We barely had enough time to shit in the corner before the daily shower began, and then we didn't waste any time to relive some old shower memories. I almost wished Suzi had been locked up with us while Joey fucked my ass. Her absence was extremely felt, especially when he came inside me and caused me to spurt my second load through the grilled floor.

Then just to prove to whoever was watching that we hadn't been coerced into doing anything we didn't wish to do, Joey and I spent what felt like hours sucking and licking our cocks and testicles, getting used to the feel and taste of the others pitifully small ejaculations.

We fell asleep in each others arms and slept the entire night sharing our dreams and feeling the strange new sexual bond between us solidify. It was the first really fully homosexual experience I had, and the knowledge that I could enjoy unrestricted sex with another guy was, well, strange to me. The thing that comforted my homophobic fears was telling myself, "Only with Joey, I could only ever wish to do it with Joey."

Steven's voice woke us up the next morning with the warning "You have two hours left."

"Well?" I simply asked as the rubber dick filled with our morning meal.

Joey's face remained expresses as he answered, "I guess you better do it. We don't have any other choice left."

It took nearly the entire two hours to undo the complex series of instructions my father and I had installed in his mind. Joey simply sat there, never showing a single emotion as his only defense against his worst enemy was stripped from his mind. In many ways he was committing suicide, and I was committing murder. But there was the single hope that my parents would find us so the twins could undo whatever Steven does to us. We had no doubt that Steven would let Joey's mom take her own life just to prove he could and would.

And because of that, I did insert some new commands into Joey's mind once I had finished removing the rest. No matter what Steven did to Joey's mind, Joey would always make sure his mother and father were alive and safe before following anyone's orders. I had no intention of simply handing Joey over to Steven without ensuring his parent's safety. If either one of them died, Joey would seek revenge on Steven without consciously knowing it.

When I finished, I sat down next to Joey and took his hand.

"Joey?" I said softly. "I love you. No matter what happens, they will never take that away from me."

Joey looked over at me then laid us both down before pressing his lips against mine. We kissed long and gently, sharing each other's fear and hope until the gas overtook us. Something about the way he did it told me he was saying good bye. We both knew the next time we saw each other, Joey would be a different person. A twisted image of his true self that would hate my very existence, and attempt to break my will to serve Steven and Penny.

And nothing was more true than that.