Relapse (Short Story)

Part 2

The harvest moon was so bright tonight that only the brightest stars shone against its power. On clear, warm nights like these I was glad my bed was directly under the window. I sighed and rubbed my cock through my pajama bottoms. I couldn’t sleep. I was too awed over the afternoon’s events. All amazement of my time with Brey aside, my ex-roommate Shane had also bumped into me at McDonald’s. He and his girlfriend, Sarah, were leaving when he bumped into my shoulder on his way out the door. He happily greeted me and we talked for a short time. It was the first time he’d so much as faced me since the beginning of last semester. And the fact that he was actually polite was just an extra bonus.



I still didn’t know what to think about what had happened earlier in the year. When he first moved into our dorm room I thought he’d been raping me in my sleep, which would have been fine except that he never admitted to it the next day. It happened more times than I could remember, waking up naked in sheets sticky from a full night’s worth of semen and an entire bottle of lube. I had a good assortment of dildos and vibrators that I never bought but somehow managed to get into my bed with me. And in my ass. I knew because I was always tacky from all the lube and sore from being well played with.



The first night it happened was the night I remembered most. I was dead tired when I went to bed and I had trouble waking up when I felt someone touching me. I thought maybe Shane had drugged me; my head felt heavy and my mind was fuzzy, but I clearly felt that wet thickness shallowly slipping slowly in and out of my ass that night. A hot hand relentlessly jerked up and down my shaft, making me so horny and wet that I knew my mystery lover’s palm had to be thoroughly coated in pre-cum. He’d been playing with me for a long time before I was aware of it.



“Do it harrrderrr,” I remembered murmuring.



My faceless lover had been more than happy to oblige. A fat cock thrust deep, actually hurting with its length and girth. I’d had lovers before, but it had been a long time since I’d felt a cock this wide and long. The guy pounded into my ass without care, and I reveled in the intense pleasure-pain of it.



But something wasn’t kosher. My ass was being deeply filled and my cock was getting satisfaction, but my lover was too quiet. I only remembered hearing my own heavy breathing and my voice the whole time. And he didn’t touch me anywhere except for the hand on my cock and the penis in my ass. And I was dying to be kissed, fondled and fingered all over. That was half the enjoyment.



“Touch me,” I moaned.



I heard someone chuckle but I still wasn’t sure it sounded like Shane. Whoever this guy was, he was cold and completely apathetic to all my needs – sort of the way Shane acted. He thrust long enough to make me come then abruptly pulled out. I waited for something else to happen. A soft whisper in my ear. A brush of warm skin against mine. Nothing happened. The bed didn’t even move as my sex partner left my side. Obviously I’d been used as someone’s sex toy. And sex toys didn’t need sexual fulfillment.



This happened several times while Shane roomed with me. I figured it had to be him since no one else had access so I pushed him to confess. I religiously pursued him everyday until he finally snapped, backed me into a corner and beat the shit out of me. The next day he was gone and some of his friends came for his things. The rest of that year I saw him occasionally on campus but he did his best to avoid me.



Now, out of the blue, he'd suddenly decided to talk to me again. I knew part of it was because his friend Brey was there with me; that he been the catalyst for our conversation. But he didn’t have to talk to me when he spotted Brey and he definitely didn’t have to act like he was actually happy to see me. That was the real kicker for me.



I reached under my plaid pajama bottoms and palmed my erection. Remembering that one night had aroused me, but Shane’s face completed my full hard-on…those full lips….and those muscles – I knew he was strong enough to do me against a wall if he wanted.



My hand was moving faster before I realized it. I shoved my pants farther down my hips with my other hand then used both to firmly grip my sopping penis.



… and those emerald green eyes, that long champagne hair he sometimes wore in dreadlocks. It shined like liquid gold in the sunlight so that I just wanted to feel it all over my body and my thighs as he used his mouth to suck me up and down and up and…



I hissed as I creamed my stomach and chest. I lifted my glistening hands to the moon and studied the thick wetness. How long had it been since I really let loose like that? Something about seeing Aren again, and my run-in with two crushes…it got to me. I could only take so much before that crushing, nearly overwhelming need for a good, hard fuck took over me.



I snatched a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand beside me and wiped all my parts dry. Then I kicked my wet pants in the floor and decided to sleep half-naked the rest of the night. I was too tired to bother getting up for fresh underwear and pants. It wasn’t like I was sharing this dorm with anyone anymore.



I laid on top of the blankets, enjoying the way the tepid September breeze brushed across my slightly damp pubic hair and thighs. I closed my eyes as a sense of calmness came over me. Even if I couldn’t hear or see him, I somehow felt Aren close to me as I drifted to sleep. I knew he was there watching me. Somewhere.



I wasn’t asleep long when something light floated down to my face and startled me from sleep. I snatched the little chit of paper away and sat up, my eyes darting from corner to corner of the room in search of the perpetrator. Even with all the shadows surrounding me, I knew I was alone.

I looked down at the ripped piece of notebook paper. The note was purposely vague: "room 301, 2:50 a.m." Though I didn’t recognize the handwriting, I thought the cursive writing was looped the sort of the way Aren used to do. My sleep-fogged mind cleared the moment that popped into my head. This was just like one of the dirty sex-games Aren used to play. Was someone playing with me?



I reached for the touch lamp beside me and looked up at the round clock on the wall. Oddly enough, it was only five minutes ‘til. I still had five minutes to go to that dorm-apartment being refurbished upstairs, but who the hell was I meeting?



I got aroused again remembering these games Aren used to play. Throwing on a tee shirt, my still wet pajama bottoms and a robe, I rushed barefoot up the cold, marble stairs. As eager as I was to find out what was happening, I still hesitated at the door. I listened for sounds inside but didn’t catch a thing. So I slowly opened the door and looked in the common room at the middle of the four-bedroom apartment. Since the place was still being worked on, someone moved two beds and a desk in the otherwise empty room. They should have been the only objects in the room, but someone had set out several candles on the desk under the window. Along with another thick, long dildo that lay on the foot of the farthest bed from the door. Next to that was yet another bottle of lube – a brand I knew all too well. My cock twitched just seeing those kinky items waiting for me.



Ignoring a buzz of warning resounding in my ears, I moved a few steps in. Whoever was responsible for all this… the guy had a real taste for toys – not that I was about to complain about the method. This guy always got me off in the hardest way imaginable. Just thinking about it was making my body hot.



I closed the door so I could slip out of my robe and passed the wooden standup mirror at the end of the bed of toys. I was tossing it across the middle when a distant masculine laugh made me jump.



“Aren?”



Another laugh. Louder this time. Aren’s voice had never been this clear. Someone had to be messing with me. I turned my head to search for some kind of electronic device. There was no place to hide anything in here. Even the vent in the duct above was visible. Where could someone have put it?



“I don’t like being fucked with,” I said to the floor.



I thought I heard a voice say the word “behind” but it sounded like it had come from a room nearby. I spun around and lifted my head, half-expecting to find someone standing behind me. What I came face-to-face with instead was my own reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of the living room door. I stared hard at my narrowed eyes, the hard set to my clenched jaw and the way strands of my sleep-tousled hair stuck to the corner of my mouth. I gave my head a hard shake to throw it off my face, but a couple strands still wouldn’t move. I leaned forward in the mirror to see where it was and gasped when I realized that my left eye wasn’t its usual gray-green; it was a brown so dark it almost looked black in the dim light.



I went to take another step toward the mirror but my foot suddenly felt like I’d stuck it in a concrete block. I looked down at my feet and tried the right one. Same deal. I couldn’t move either foot.



“Shit!” I tried to lift both arms but even they were useless. My whole body was paralyzed where I stood. My heart rate skyrocketed when I realized that I was totally helpless. What was going on? Was someone doing something to me?



“Oh god, what’s ….?” My cry died in my throat as the paralysis reached my lips and froze my head at such an angle that I had no choice but to stare at myself in the mirror. In those few seconds the dark chocolate color of my left eye had seeped into my right; now flecks of the dark color had overlapped the weaker gray-green.



Oh God, I thought. What’s happening to me?



The answer came from my own mouth: “What’s up, Bro?”



I mentally gasped when my mouth moved without my telling it to. I was a prisoner in my own body and I was helpless to do anything when my right hand lifted by itself. My index finger gently traced the seam of my now smiling lips.



Oh God! Oh God!



“You’re still sexy even if you are old,” my voice said.



I stared at the wide grin on my own face. It looked so familiar. Just like…



Aren?



I knew for sure when my reflection stuck out its tongue and gave me sideways devil’s horns with one hand – one of Aren’s favorite gestures.



“I really like this new game,” my mouth said and my own hands tore the shirt over my head. I wanted to close my eyes to look away from that sly grin on my face, but I had no control. Over anything.



"What’s going on?" I cried in my head. Had I lost my mind and my body now?



“Didja think I just got tired of you and left?” he asked.



I mentally grimaced as my hands tore the pajama bottoms off my legs. What was happening? Was I being possessed by Aren?



“That’s right,” Aren said, using my mouth to speak. “My ass might be six under the grass, but I’m not done playing with you yet.”



I gasped when my left arm bent back. One finger thrust hard into my unprepared ass and I managed to groan with my own mouth. Even as horrible as the situation was, my dick was rock solid. My ass begged for fulfillment.



“Mmm, yeah. Still love it rough, don’tcha?”



"Aren, please!"



“Don’t worry, Bren. Don’t I always take care of you?”



In the mirror, I watched myself crawl on all fours on the bed. I winced as I watched my hands slather a fat, long dildo with a palm full of lube.



"Please tell me you’re not really gonna use that already," I said. "Aren, please don’t put that in me!"



He laughed and lifted his head so that I was looking at myself in the mirror. “I think you’re gonna be amazed by what your ass can take.”



I shuddered when he spread my ass with my left hand and prodded the dildo at my anus with my right. Beads of pre-cum seeped from my slit.



"Just don’t hurt me too much, Aren!"



“When have I –?” We cried out together as the head of the dildo slipped in. If Aren hadn’t already clenched my teeth, I would have as the thick toy was forced beyond my protesting sphincter.



“Dayyymn,” Aren growled and I couldn’t believe how sexy my voice sounded to my own ears. “If I knew takin’ it in the ass was this good…mmm. I might’ve let you give it to me a long time ago.” He chuckled. “But oh well, now, right?”



I laughed weakly. “I see dying didn’t make you any less of a bastard, huh?"



“So mean.” He laughed and forced as much of the dildo in my ass as he could get. We roared together as the pain and pleasure combined. My cock was so hard that I hurt.



“Ahh, look how horny you are,” he said, looking in the mirror so I could see. He sat up so that I was on my knees. My right hand grabbed my cock and gave it a hard squeeze. I groaned and nearly felt myself come. Watching my own reflection while feeling his touch was almost enough to get me off already.



“Ah-ah, not yet,” he said and slowly pulled the dildo out only to shove it back in again. Hard.



The upper half of my body fell forward. My ass lifted high in the air to helplessly take whatever Aren wanted to do to it. And he wrecked my ass with that dildo, moving it ruthlessly hard and deep inside me– the hard kind of sex Aren loved after a long period of separation. We were both breathing hard and grunting as we reached for an orgasm together.



My entire body trembled with strain as my one arm struggled to keep thrusting the dildo in. My legs tensed so hard that my calf muscles ached.



“Come with me, Bren,” Aren breathed. “I wanna see you come.”



I lost it as hot jets of white shot out of my cock. I came so hard that it reached past the end of the bed; I’d never come that hard in my life. I felt a moment’s relief when my eyes closed, blinding me to everything that was happening. The dildo slipped out of my ass out under its own weight, and my sweat-covered body fell limply sideways on the bed.



“Holy God,” I whispered, struggling to take in as much air as my racing heart needed. “Aren….”



I opened my eyes when I realized I’d spoken aloud. I sat up and looked down at my body. I was free again.



“Thank you, God,” I murmured, smoothing my hair back with one hand. It was too much to take in all at once… the fact that Aren was stronger than ever and possessing my body. I was as terrified as I was elated.



I swallowed hard, sat up on my forearms and looked at the mirror. “Aren?”



I waited for several minutes but got no answer. Was he gone for good now that he’d gotten another taste of my body? Or was he still waiting somewhere in my mind to attack again? I couldn’t tell if I was simply just crazy or haunted, but I knew I was happier than I’d been in a long time.



"Thank you for coming back, Aren."



I finally put my clothes back on and gathered everything Aren had brought here. As I stowed them in the yellow backpack on the floor, I vaguely recalled bringing these things here myself a few days ago. The room and the objects looked familiar even if I didn’t remember what I’d done. Aren must have been controlling me then, too.



I jumped when I heard his voice again. Distant in the hallway but there nonetheless.



“It’s gonna be real interesting from here on out, Bren,” he said.



I shuddered.