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The Affair -part 6-
🕑 Added 2018-04-10 06:14:11 +0000 UTC Feeling betrayed, Joaquin pulled away from the door and silently closed it, resting his forehead on the door. A few tears flowed down his face and he shook a bit, scratching at the door lightly. He heard Christina's moaning get louder which broke his heart the more she screamed. How could she do this? She was the one who ended the open relationship and wanted to be completely exclusive with each other, but then she go and does this? Those words echoed in his mind and his first thought was to break down the door and confront the both of them, but he hesitated and took his hand off the door. He turned away and started walking off, but stopped and looked back at his home.
He still heard Chrissy screaming and Alan's grunting. He clenched his fist hard, drawing blood from his palm and turned back around and, for a moment, considered busting the door down and beating the hell out of Alan for what he'd done. Luckily, a cooler head prevailed and Joaquin took to the sky and left the new couple to their devices. Back in the house, Alan had turned Christina around and wrapped her long legs around his waist and continued his assault on her warm, wet hole. The couple hadn't realized Joaquin was there at all. In fact, they'd forgotten all about him and were focused on each other.
Elsewhere, Joaquin sat on the roof of Ophelia's Gym by himself. It was cold out, so he broke out his long coat and put up his hood, buttoning it to keep himself warm. He sat in solitude, thinking about Christina. He couldn't help himself and busted out into tears. His heart sank and he felt hopeless. At that point, he heard a faint voice in his head say “Kill the bitches...” Confused by what he'd heard in his head, he jolted back up, the tears no longer flowing. “What..was that?” he asked himself out loud, at which point, he heard his own voice in his head once more. “I said..KILL the bitches!”
He began feeling a strong pulse behind his lone, red eye and put his hand over it, grunting softly. The voice in his head became higher pitched with each syllable, “Let's go waste 'em!” Suddenly, a strong pain hit him in the head, sending him crumbling to the ground with only his hand to stop him from thudding. “Oh, don't tell me you forgot all about me, Joaquin?” echoed a familiar voice in his head. Recognizing the voice, Joaquin sat down and crossed his legs, feeling the coldness from the floor bleed through his tights. “Joanie...?” he silently asked as he gritted his teeth.
A while back, Joaquin traveled with his friend, Nova, to a parallel universe where he met his female doppelganger, Joanie Joseph. She was as skilled as Joaquin, but she had a more sadistic edge to her, making her more dangerous than he was. She had the ability to transplant her soul into someone's body and take control of them and used said ability on Joaquin. However, Joaquin was resilient enough to fight her back and regain control of his body, leaving Joanie's soul dormant inside him. This whole time, Joaquin considered her to be a thing of the past, but it seemed she'd returned after some time.
“Yep! Miss me any?!” she taunted him with her question as he rested his cheek in his palm. “I thought you were gone..” he asked sheepishly as he let out a sigh. “I was, for a time. You've a strong will, Jojo. I couldn't control you because you balanced your emotions quicker than anybody I've ever tried taking over.” she admitted to him. “Whenever I take control of someone, they're in strong emotional distress and I exploit that, breaking their will in the process. You broke, but mended after a while.” Realizing this, Joaquin quickly forced himself to stop feeling heartbroken, but it was no use. “So, what now? You gonna try taking me again? Won't be so easy this time..” “I'd love nothing more than to take control of your body, but I honestly feel sorry for you. You're so pathetic just wallowing alone in self pity. If Chris did anything like what she's doing to you, he'd be buried!” He immediately sucked his teeth at her and brushed it off as best as he could, but he couldn't hide from her.
“Listen, I've been living up here seeing everything you're seeing, feeling everything you've been feeling, and I got real comfortable here. There were several moments I could've come up again, but I loved the way it all felt. The love you feel for Christina reminded me so much of how I felt for Chris. In a lot of instances, it felt better.” she explained to him. She clearly adored the connection he had with Christina and the life he lived as a pro wrestler and wanted it to last. However, what Christina had done, destroyed not only Joaquin's spirit, but also Joanie's. She wanted to rip Christina in half and bludgeon Alan until there was nothing left. Thankfully, Joaquin was more level headed and continuously rejected these suggestions. He felt like a crazy person sitting there alone, talking to what was essentially himself.
He decided to get up, but Joanie's influence continued creeping into his mind, molding it. Still heartbroken, he headed back into the gym, wanting to crash there for the night, since he didn't want to go back home. Before he could get ready, he took a long look in the mirror and saw half of his face, but the other half was Joanie's. “Hey, you're lonely and you know damn well you need someone to talk to right now,” she declared, making him shake his head. “Like it or not, I'm here to stay now, so get used to hearing this girly voice in your head.” Sighing, he put down his bag and sat on the locker room bench. “How about letting me take over for a bit?” asked Joanie, “I wanna try something real quick that might make you feel a little bit better.” “You really are crazy if you think I'd do that at a time like this.” he said with authority. Suddenly, Ophelia arrived in the room, having overheard Joaquin talking to himself. “Jojo, lil boy, what are you doing here? Dontcha got a girl back home to get to?” said the short, demonic woman.
Taken by surprise, Joaquin stood up, making sure to try and not listen to anything Joanie was saying. “Out with it, boy. Why are you here in my domain?” asked Ophelia with a stern look on her face. Usually, he'd lie about situations like these, but Ophelia was different to him. Since meeting her, she'd only ever been supportive about everything. She did know everything about him, after all. “Chrissy's cheating on me, Ophi.” he uttered bluntly. The imp walked over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him down for a hug, holding onto him tight, “Sorry kid, I really thought she was special. I know you loved her.” Ophelia's voice was filled with uncharacteristic remorse, taking Joaquin by surprise as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her just as tight as she held him. “So what did you do? Beat up the guy? Y'all over?” she inquired. He pulled back and looked at her with confusion, wondering what she meant. “Tell me you at least ended things with her. I mean she closes y'alls relationship and wants exclusivity and then pulls that shit?” she asked out loud, growing angrier with each passing word. Joaquin shook his head honestly, eliciting a slap from Ophelia.
“I'll tell you what! You're gonna go and break up whatever's goin' on and you're gonna end it! You're not some pussy who takes things lying down like this! You're MY student and I ain't train no bitch!” she shouted in his face, putting things into perspective for him. He smiled softly at her and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks, Ophi. You always know how to get me thinking straight.” he said grateful to have her in his life. She nodded and crossed her arms, tapping her foot, “Go on then, I'll be waitin' back here for ya. I don't wanna see your face until you and that bitch are through, y'hear?” He nodded at her and walked out of the gym, determined to end it.
“Wow, she's a lil firecracker, huh?” asked Joanie's voice. Joaquin rolled his eyes and took to the sky, stopping for a brief moment. He stayed in midair, feeling an old feeling he hadn't felt in years. “Y'know...I feel like going old school tonight.” he thought to himself, making Joanie happy, knowing exactly what he meant. “Ah, I did miss wearing panties and stockings,” she said happily as Joaquin flew down to a nearby clothing store. Since it was late at night, the store was closed, so Joaquin snuck in and took what he wanted. He pulled out a check book and a sticky note, writing an apology and a check for the items he took, leaving it on the cash register as he waltzed into the changing room and began peeling off his tights. He looked at his effeminate figure in the mirror and began sliding on the red stockings and the garter belt, making sure to attach the straps before slipping his feet into some stiletto heels. He slid on a black pair of panties that firmly cupped his balls and checked himself out in the mirror, turning around to give his plump ass a good smack. “Wow, you really grew into the figure. You're welcome, fucker!” said Joanie, looking for any amount of appreciation. Joaquin ignored her and continued putting on the skirt and crop top. After he was ready, he threw on his coat and strutted his stuff outside, letting his long, brown hair sway in the wind.
He took to the sky and flew back home, knocking on the door. He put his ear to the door and heard that Christina and Alan were still going at it, pissing him off. In that moment, Joanie took over and punched the door down, storming into the house. Alan heard the door and hurried Christina to a hiding place, making sure they were both out of sight. Upon seeing Joaquin dressed up in girl clothing, he snickered to himself as did Christina. Thinking he could come clean to Joaquin without consequence, he revealed himself with his hard cock on full display and laid it all out. Joaquin's body stood there listening, but Joanie was ready to act as Alan continued being his smarmy self, trying to make Joaquin out to be a beta and accepting his place as such. “Just end things, but don't hurt either of them...physically.” uttered Joaquin in his mind, giving Joanie the ok to act. Still in Joaquin's body, Joanie became flirtatious with Alan, dragging her finger over his chest and licking his cheek, pretending to submit to him fully. She enjoyed herself a bit too much and felt Joaquin's body get hard from all the excitement, making Alan laugh.
He called Joaquin his personal fucktoy and demanded he hand Christina over to him since he felt Christina deserved a better man and he was that man. Joanie leaned forward, pressing Joaquin's hard cock against Alan's through the skirt, making Alan feel even more dominant, turning Joaquin around, ready to put his cock inside of his ass. Before he could even act, Joanie nailed Alan in the groin, making him yelp out in pain. “Yeah? That hurt, motherfucker?! How's that sting?” asked Joaquin as Alan writhed on the ground in pain, drawing out Christina, concerned for her new boyfriend. “How could you do that to him?!” she screamed. “Ohh, please let me smack her” Joanie thought to herself, but was denied by Joaquin. Instead, she pushed Christina down and gently stepped on her midsection, pointing down at her. “Chrissy, I hope you have a good life with him. I really do. Understand, though, that you have until the end of the week to pack your shit and move out of MY house. I'll be at Ophi's gym, working.” Joanie let Joaquin take back over and he removed his foot from Christina's stomach and helped her to her feet, gently stroking her cheek and gazed into her eyes as he'd done so many times before.
He pulled her close and kissed her lips lovingly, reminding her of all the time they spent together and then suddenly pulled away, making their lips smack. “Bye, Chrissy. I love you.” said Joaquin as he walked out of the house and out of her life. Chrissy stood there in tears, but wiped them away and helped Alan up, trying not to cry as she pulled him back on top of her and demanded he finish what he started, clearly smitten with her new lover. Joaquin couldn't care less and flew off in drag, back to Ophelia's Gym, where the imp waited.
“That was awesome, Jojo. I'm glad you got that closure,” said Joanie in a happily gentle tone.
“Hey, it was pretty cool. Great move tricking Alan like that. Really got him going,” he admitted.
“So can I stick around then?” asked Joanie. Joaquin smiled and nodded as he walked into the locker room in his getup, making Ophelia whistle at him.
“Damn, Rex, you look GOOD!” said the shortstack as she walked to him and put her hand on his bulge in his skirt. “Oh, please can we?” asked Joanie as Joaquin nodded and picked up the imp, planting a kiss on her lips. Ophelia was taken aback by the action, but welcomed it with open arms. “Mm, it's about damn time!” screamed Ophi as she pulled Joaquin back into her, kissing him back. It was the start of a new life for Joaquin and despite losing someone he'd loved for so many years, he still had several people he could call his true companions.
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Celtic Cross
They broke up?
