Part XIII - 10: Losing Control

"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.