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Part 3

When Warren woke he noticed several things. One, the light spilling from the open doorway meant that it was late in the morning hours. Two, he was sore and hungry. Finally three, he was naked and alone. He assessed his condition and noticed several bruises shaped like fingers littered his hips.

"Will is gone," Warren gasped to himself as he stood stiffly and pulled a soiled blanket around himself, "Now I can get away!"

Unfortunately, when he tried to step outside his body wouldn't obey him. No matter how many times he tried to leave he couldn't get himself to step from the cabin.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Warren thought frantically, "Why can't I walk out the god damn door?"

A growl from the doorway caused him to whirl around and come face to face with Will Stronghold. He tried to yell at Will to "go away," but he couldn't get his mouth to form any words. Warren knew that he should run, but his body seemed to be under another's control as the tingling buzzed within him and he moved to nuzzle his friend.

"What the hell?" Warren thought as his body dropped the blanket and rubbed against Will, "Now I'm acting like a damn animal?"

"Mine. My mate. Eat," Will said as he pulled him to the cabin floor and began feeding Warren wild blueberries that he had gathered from somewhere in the woods.

Warren ate the berries hungrily and greedily slurped down the water from the cup that Will held to his lips. Will forced the berries onto Warren until he decided that his "mate" was full. Again, Warren found his body acting on its own accord as he suggestively rubbed and mewed pitifully against his friend until Will's penis hardened against him.

"What is going on?" Warren though frantically, "Why am I acting like this? Why can't I control my body?"

Warren began cursing and bellowing in rage within his mind when he realized that his body had assumed the position to be taken from behind. He heard himself whine and mew like an animal in heat as his ass wiggled and pressed back against Will's crotch.

"No! I don't want this," Warren thought as he strained to get his body back under his control at the same time he felt his friend press the tip of his penis against his anus, "Is this what is happening to Will? Is he unable to control himself as well? Did the ray gun affect him immediately and simply took more time taking me over since I didn't get hit directly?"

His thoughts were cut off by Will's hard thrust into his still slick body. Erotic pleasure filled him as Will again pounded forcefully in and out of him. Warren gasped within as he heard himself croon in pleasure as Will crooned softly in tune with him.

"My mate," Will growled out.

"Yours," Warren heard himself moan.

No matter how much he strained Warren could not control what was happening as again Will thrust into him for an unreasonably long amount of time. His body hummed inside and drove him to the brink of insanity with the need to be taken. He felt his body buck and press back into his wildly thrusting "mate." To his disgust, Warren felt his hand reach down and begin to jerk himself off until he ejaculated all over the floor.

"Whoever owns this cabin is going to be pissed," Warren thought to himself as he grunted and moaned beneath Will.

Will finally sprayed inside of Warren, but just like the day before he did not soften and he merely stood picking Warren up, pressed his "mate's" back against the cabin wall, and began to fuck him even harder as Warren locked his legs around his waist.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Warren heard himself grunt as his hips rocked against Will's while he was pounded into the wall before realization hit, "Nobody has this kind of stamina. The ray gun has basically turned the two of us into rutting animals."

Warren felt himself writhe against Will as he was taken. Will hit his prostate with each thrust and that in turn made Warren moan and mew quite loud. The tingling within him reached a frenzy and Warren gave up trying to fight whatever was controlling his body and screamed in pleasure as he relaxed into the rhythm set by his "mate." The two grunted against one another in pure sexual abandonment as they both gave into the instinct to breed. Will pounded into Warren for hours until he sprayed his seed deep within his friend's body again and again. Warren slid bonelessly to the floor as Will released him and finally withdrew his flaccid cock.

"I know I can't take anymore," Warren thought as he finally lost consciousness.

OO

Warren awoke to the sound of soft beeping and crying. He blinked his eyes open blearily and saw a white ceiling above him. IV needles littered his right arm and he noticed that the beeping was a machine measuring his heart rate. When he turned his head he noticed that he was in a hospital bed and the time on the clock read that it was late in the night.

"Who's crying?" he asked himself as he turned his head and saw Will in the chair next to his bed weeping quietly into his hands.

Will was wearing what looked like a robe over hospital pajamas. He was clearly distraught.

"Will?" Warren croaked out making Will's tear streaked face pop up in surprise.

"Warren?" Will said incredulously before grabbing a water cup and helping the very grateful Warren wet his dry throat, "Oh God! I'm so sorry! I swear that I would never do something like this on purpose."

"Slow down," Warren soothed as he tried to get his bearings, "Can you tell me where we are? What the hell happened?"

"A search party found us. You were unconscious and they said I had to be tranquilized so that they could get the two of us some help. We are in a hospital that is set up for Supers," Will explained, "You have been unconscious for three days. The effects of the ray gun was negated thanks to Mr. Medulla."

"What did that ray gun do to you?" Warren said angrily, "And what did it do to me?"

"Mr. Medulla explained a little to me. He said that the ray gun that we were shot with altered our brain chemistry. Basically, the beam somehow brought out our primitive instincts. It was as if we were cavemen. He told me that I had claimed you as a mate, but I don't remember anything! They said that you had been raped. You were so battered internally that the doctors have temporarily numbed your body from the waist down until you heal more. I don't even remember raping you!"

"It's good that you don't," Warren said as he assessed that he really couldn't feel his lower body at all, "I think that the ray gun worked slower on me than it did you since I wasn't hit point blank. I was able to fight you the first day, but by the next day my body was no longer under my control. My body acted like a dog in heat. Do you know how horrible it is to feel yourself offer your body when you don't want it?"

"You…you remember everything? I'm so sorry," Will whispered as more tears ran from his eyes, "Do you know how bad I feel? Did I hurt you bad? God! You must hate me so much now!"

"Stop crying Will," Warren ordered impatiently, "I do not hate you. You did not rape me; the wild animal that the ray gun pulled to the front did the raping. And the weird thing is that even though I didn't want to have sex with you, my body seemed to prepare itself to be taken. None of what happened made any sense. Wouldn't I have tried to claim a 'mate' like you did once the ray gun took over my body? Why would the gun make a male claim another male as a 'mate?' My body seemed to lube itself, there wasn't enough pain for you to take me the way you did, and you were able to take me several times in a row before your penis finally softened."

"I raped you more than once?" Will asked in horror as his face flushed red.

"Try five times," Warren said without thinking.

Will's face drained of all color as he stared in horror at his best friend.

"I'm a monster," he gasped out as he stood abruptly to rush out of the room.

"Stop," Warren ordered as he grabbed Will by the wrist and pulled him to the bed, "You are not a monster. It was not you that raped me; it was your body, but it wasn't you. I blame the students that hit us with the ray gun since they started this whole mess. I am tired, and sore, and completely humiliated. I really can't take this 'blaming' thing that you are doing right now. Okay? I don't blame you, so promise me that you won't blame yourself."

"I…I hurt you," Will stuttered.

"Would you hurt me now?" Warren asked wearily.

"No."

"Have you ever had feelings for me as anything more than as a friend?" Warren asked.

"No! I love Layla."

"Would you ever allow anything to hurt anyone you cared for?" Warren asked.

"Absolutely not!"

"Then there is your answer," Warren said sleepily, "You are not to blame and I will heal. So promise me that you won't blame yourself."

"I promise," Will said with relief written all over his face.

"Will I still feel a strange tingling sensation inside of me. It's not the same tingling that has bothered me since getting hit by that beam, but it isn't normal. Are you sure that Mr. Medulla was able to reverse all the effects of the ray gun?" Warren asked as he tried to stifle a yawn.

"Mr. Medulla said that he needed to speak with the two of us when you woke up," Will said as he helped tuck Warren under the covers, "He said something about explaining the full workings of the ray gun. I'm sure that you're just feeling your body getting back to normal. Goodnight Warren."

"Night," Warren slurred before falling back asleep.

To be continued…

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