My favorite porn

Jake’s Halloween

***This is not a part of the main storyline, just a standalone chapter in honor of Halloween.***

“Oh, Jake, I forgot to tell you. We will be going to a Halloween party tonight. Your costume’s on the table.”

Confused, the linebacker turned to face me. Of course I hadn’t forgotten to tell him. I’d simply waited long enough to make sure he already had plans - just for the fun of ruining those.

“I already have a costume,” he said, “I’m going to this party at the frat house.”

I threw him an amused look, and scoffed. The boy had some balls, trying to tell me he didn’t want to go to my party. Jake’s cheeks were burning red as always.

“B-but everyone’s going,” he tried.

“Everyone who isn’t a pathetic, cum-hungry faggot, perhaps. But you are, and you will be accompanying your Master to the party he’s attending.”

With that, I turned back to my book. The stud stood helpless in the middle of the room, clenching his fists in frustration but too scared to defy me. This had happened so many times already; he made plans with his friends, was all excited to have a normal night of college boy fun, and then, just at the last moment, I told him he couldn’t go.

Angrily, he stomped over to the table, where I’d laid out his costume. After staring at it for a moment, he growled.

“No. I’m not wearing this.”

I laughed. “Oh, but you are, Jacob. Master’s picked out that costume especially for you.”

He stared at me with that beautiful, familiar look of bitter hatred, and I chuckled at the sight.

“In fact, why don’t you go try it on, right now? We will be leaving in a couple hours, anyway.”

Annoyed, he yanked the clothes off the table and walked away.

A little later, Jake staggered back into the room, and I laughed at the sight of him. My big, handsome, 230-pound linebacker had never looked so utterly embarrassed and ridiculed. Instead of the usual, sweaty jockstrap, there was now a pair of black lace panties on his loins. Actual women’s lingerie. He was way too big for it, of course; it looked like the fabric could tear at any moment, and his fat cock awkwardly dangled half out. But that was the point.

On his neck, there was a bow-tie, and on his wrists, there were white cuffs. Instead of socks, there were fishnet tights on his massive, manly legs, all the way up to his knees. It looked completely ridiculous, the football player dressed up like some housemaid whore. I had truly outdone myself.

“Well, well,” I chuckled, beckoning him over, “Aren’t you a pretty little maid. All you need is a feather duster, and I’d hire you on the spot.”

“F-fuck you,” he grumbled. Poor Jakey looked totally miserable.

“Uh, uh, boy, you know you can’t talk to Master like that.”

I got up from my chair, and slowly walked over to the humiliated jock. I saw the usual flicker of fear cross his face, that familiar dread of more shame and suffering, and he kept his head down as I approached. Despite his frustration, he knew he wasn’t allowed to curse around the house. Amused, I stroked through his hair.

“I think the pretty maid needs a little punishment,” I whispered. “Don’t you think so, Jakey?”

He knew there was only one right answer here. “Y-yes, Master,” the hunk muttered. “I’m sorry, Master.”

I told him to bend over the table, and he meekly obeyed. Upon seeing his costume from the back, I chuckled again; the lace panties were bursting at the seams with Jake’s beefy bubble butt. It didn’t even go further than halfway up his ass, leaving the rounded glutes poking out at the top. The stud threw a nervous look over his shoulder, staring at me with his puppy eyes, and I gave his fat ass a good slap.

“Let’s see…” I said, searching through some cabinets to find a suitable tool. “Ah, here it is. We’ll do fifty, yeah? Fifty spanks with the carpet beater for the slutty little maid. Doesn’t that sound appropriate?”

Jake gulped, but nodded anyway.

I pulled down the panties to fully expose his smooth buns, placed a hand on his muscular back, and eagerly got to work. Beautifully pained groans and grunts quickly filled the room as I started spanking my jock. Every hit sent a shockwave of agony through his cakes, making him whine and shudder on the table. Once again, he was brutally humiliated - and I found the rock-hard results of that in his tight lace lingerie.

As always, Jake was horny out of his mind from being treated like this.

“Well, boy? What do we say?”

“Ah! I-I’m - I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered, clinging to the wood as I spanked him with all my might. “I- ah! I won’t talk to you like that again, sir!”

I laughed, and gave his big ass another brutal slap. The pattern of the carpet beater was already imprinted on his poor, red cheeks. Every hit meant more pain for him, more pleasure for me.

“And? Do you like your costume?”

A loud growl escaped his throat. “F-ffahh!! Y-yes, sir! T-thank you, sir!”

Such a good boy. I kept spanking and spanking my beefy linebacker maid until his buns were glowing a perfect shade of red, and his dick had started to leak precum on the table. When I finally turned him back around, I saw his pretty eyes were wet with tears. His boner had fully popped out of the tiny panties.

“Man up, faggot,” I scoffed, patting his reddened face. “You’ve got a lot more in store for you, tonight. Oh, and you’d better stuff that fat dicklet of yours back in your panties. Who knows what my friends would do when they saw you walking in like that.”

Jake’s POV

“Hey, maid! Get me another drink!” one of the men shouted, dressed like a vampire. I quickly hurried over to him to fetch his glass, and he smacked my ass for everyone to hear. The other men at the table laughed, making comments about my hard dick hanging out, having a good look at my half-naked body.

I tried my best to ignore them, and walked into the kitchen. I should’ve known this wouldn’t be the usual Halloween party I’d hoped for. All of these guys were like Master, horny and dominant, and I was the bitchboy to satisfy their needs. There were a couple other subs, too, dressed like slutty rabbits and poolboys; but I was clearly the only muscular one, sticking out of the crowd wherever I went. Everyone had their attention focused on me. Everyone but one man, the man who had brought me here. Master was in one of other the rooms, drinking and talking to his friends, but he didn’t grant me a single look.

“H-here you go, sir,” I said, bringing the strange man his drink. I was ready to turn around and walk away, maybe hide in a corner somewhere so no one could harass me, but then he grabbed my bowtie and pulled my face down to meet him.

“We were just saying what a beautiful costume you have,” he grinned, stroking my cheek. The guy next to us tugged at the feather-tassels on my nipples - a last adaption Master had made to my outfit - and the whole table laughed when I let out a groan. These were all middle-aged men, dressed up like demons and gangsters and what not, mocking me and my costume.

Another man yanked down my panties, and my cock sprang up into the air.

“Guys, look how hard he is already!” someone said, making my face burn even more, “This dude’s gotta be the biggest bitch at the party!”

More laughter, more hands - someone pushed me to my knees, slapped their cock on my face, forced me to sniff their pubes. Everyone was looking at me, taunting me, digging their nails in my flesh. I was frozen with shame, couldn’t move a muscle, just let them do whatever perverted shit they wanted with my body. They were the men, I was the faggot.

I wanted Master to be here, to get me out of this hell - but he was the one who had brought me here in the first place. He didn’t care about me in the way I wanted him to. All he cared about was my suffering.

The first guy pushed his dick into my mouth, and the whole room cheered.

“There she goes! What a fucking cocksucker!”

What if my friends could see me like this, on my knees amid a group of gay men, dressed in lace panties and fishnet tights as I sucked off a vampire? I would never again be able to face any of them for the rest of my life.

For several minutes, the men fucked my throat. After one guy would force his dick into my mouth, another would quickly steal me away from him, eager to feel my tongue for himself. They were fighting over me like hyenas over a last bone. I had no say in this.

Eventually, one man gained the upper hand, and I obediently slobbered over his member for a while.

“Ah, I see you’ve found a use for him,” a familiar voice sounded behind me. Immediately, I pulled my head off the cock and turned around, heart pounding with excitement.

Master.

The room fell quiet, save for the music that was playing in another part of the house. This is what he did, my Owner, naturally demanding all the attention and respect he deserved. Especially dressed like he was, in a full black suit with his skin painted a blood-red, the man owned the room without a hint of effort. Everyone was in awe of him - and I most of all.

“For her, you mean,” the vampire chuckled. “Yes, your maid is very skilled with her mouth. She must really love the taste of cock.”

Master slowly walked over to us, eyes locked on mine, and I gulped quietly. There I was, sitting in the slutty costume he’d picked out for me, yearning for his touch. He placed a hand on my face, gently stroking my cheek, and gave me a malicious grin.

“Is that so, Jakey?” he asked, watching the precum drip from my lips, “Does his penis taste nice?”

Everyone was still quiet, watching us, waiting for my response. Dizzy with shame, I nodded.

“B-but not as nice as yours, Master.”

The words had left my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. For a moment, the man looked surprised - even he hadn’t expected such words from me. Then the whole room burst out in laughter, and he ruffled my hair. I wanted to sink ten fucking feet into the ground.

“My god, what a bitch,” someone said, “Have you ever seen such a big guy act like that? That’s a real fucking fantasy, right there.”

All these voices, all these people mocking me, laughing at me. I looked ridiculous, felt ridiculous, and I hated myself for being like this. My stomach was churning from the sheer humiliation. I wasn’t just any fag. I was the biggest fag of all.

Master saw how upset I was, and cradled my face.

“You’re a good boy,” he said, just loud enough so only I could hear it. As much as I hated it, those words immediately made me feel better. He nudged my crotch with his foot, and I realized how hard I still was from all this embarrassment.

“Come. Let’s give them a show they won’t forget. Make your Master proud.”

Master’s POV

There he was. Standing in the middle of the room, nervous and alone. My handsome, muscular linebacker. Dressed in the outfit of a houseboy whore.

The whole party had gathered here to watch him, a crowd of over fifty people. The lucky ones, had procured a seat and formed a wide circle around the boy. Everyone else was standing around us, hoping to get a good look.

Jake eyed me anxiously, unsure what to do. His pretty face was burning red, his fat cock fully broken free from the tight women’s panties. He was like a lamb in the lion’s den, helpless and weak.

I had thought about what to do with my bitchboy here, at the party. Sure, another massive gangbang would be hot, but it was too easy, too dull. No, tonight, I wanted more than just having people enjoy his body. I wanted everyone to see what a faggot he truly was, deep down. I wanted him to reveal himself to everyone around.

I got up from my chair, and the voices in the room died out. From the looks of it, Jake didn’t know whether to be excited or terrified. I stepped towards him, relishing the complete silence around us. Everyone was enthralled by me and my jock.

When I’d reached the center of the circle, Jake let out a panicky gasp - then descended to his knees without a word. Good. He was in the mood to obey.

Impressed whispers sounded here and there. To have such a beautiful beefcake, clearly trained toward perfection, was something every man in this room wished for. There was a reason some of my friends in the BDSM-community liked to call me the Breaker. No boy who had ever come under my supervision had failed to become the perfect toy.

“Do you know why you’re wearing that costume, Jake?” I asked, staring down at the kneeling linebacker.

“B-because I’m a faggot, Master,” he muttered, keeping his head down. “Faggots should always be on display.”

Right answer. Men around us were laughing, commenting on the muscular bitch and his slutty costume. The lace panties. The nipple tassels. The fishnet tights. How his meaty body stretched the fabric, threatening to rip out of it at any given moment.

I undid my belt, and pulled out my boner.

It took about half a second before Jake knew what was happening, smelling my cock and quickly lifting his head to see it. There it hovered, mere inches above his face. So beautiful. His eyes filled with hunger, like a dog that knows it’s about to be fed, his mouth instinctively falling open to accommodate my manhood.

But when the stud tried to bring his lips closer, I smacked his head.

“No,” I said. “You don’t touch. Just look. Faggots need to earn their right to suck.”

Poor Jakey whined, much to the amusement of the crowd. He put his hands between his knees and just stared at my dick, shamefully taking little sniffs in an attempt to catch my scent. I moved my hips to make it sway around a little, and the linebacker’s head followed along. He wasn’t even doing it to show off, or anything - he was genuinely just starved for his Owner’s dick.

“C’mon, man,” one of my friends laughed, “Don’t be so harsh. The maid clearly just wants some cock.”

A glint of hope appeared in Jake’s puppy eyes, and he whined again. Several people around us agreed with my friend.

“Alright,” I said, “Since the audience seem to take pity on you. You can sniff, first.”

I grabbed the jock’s hair, and pushed my precum-glazed glans right against his nose. Jake shuddered in response. My dick was blocking both nostrils, filling his every breath with my scent, and he whimpered. His eyes were half-closed, his body kept shivering, and a series of pathetic gasps and grunts rose from his throat. It was as though my cock was an actual drug to him, intoxicating his peanut brain.

“Holy shit!” someone laughed, “He’s actually drooling!”

It was true; spit was leaking out of Jake’s mouth, dripping onto the floor as he kept inhaling the scent of my cock. He looked high out of his mind. Meanwhile, his dick had reached that final stage I knew so well, dripping precum, ready to shoot at any time. This was the perfect opportunity.

“Does it smell good, boy?” I asked, sensually stroking through his hair. “Does your Master’s cock make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?”

All he could utter was a weak, terribly humiliating groan. His eyes had rolled back into his head a little, and the stream of drool had increased. Only a few times, I had seen my jock like this. Hypnotized by the presence of my manhood. It was a rare, but perfect treat.

Everyone around us seemed to be enjoying the sight as much as me, groping their boners and whispering words of amazement. The way he sat there, with all those bulging muscles, so weak and helpless in his female lingerie, was everything I’d dreamed of. The famous college jock was sniffing at my dick as if it was a popper, completely lost to the feelings in his loins. Still, I wasn’t finished yet.

“Does the pretty maid want a taste?”

“U-unghh… g-guuhhh…” Jake whined. His massive boner was already throbbing.

“Well then. Use your tongue. You can have one, slow lick.”

Overwhelmed with nerves and excitement, the linebacker brought his tongue forward to the base of my cock. With his nose on top of my shaft, still desperately inhaling my scent, Jake licked incredibly slowly, upwards to the glans.

“Tastes nice, huh?” I whispered, only to him, “That’s right, take in Master’s cock, faggot. Take in the superior cock that you love. The cock that you’ll serve for the rest of your pathetic life. Take it all in.”

My words were the last straw. With a deep bellow, Jake started shuddering once more. His muscles convulsed, his body spasmed - and a fountain of goopy semen exploded from his dick.The boy buried his face in my crotch, and let it all out.

The crowd went wild.

“As you can see, gentlemen, Jake is rather addicted to my penis,” I said, stroking my jock’s head. While everyone laughed and mocked him, he kept himself hidden in my groin, meekly licking my privates, too ashamed to face the world. Poor thing.

“Go on! Fuck his face already!” someone laughed. Several other people agreed, urging me to breed the maid’s throat.

“No, I don’t think his mouth will do, tonight,” I said. I grabbed the stud’s hair, and tossed him to the ground like a piece of trash. “Time to show everyone your hole, Jakey. Chop chop.”

The young jock quickly scuffled to his hands and knees, pulling the tight panties down to free his meaty ass. He was panting, too horny to care about his pride, and he grabbed his rotund glutes to spread them apart. Everyone cheered as he showed us his hairless asshole.

I just looked at him, grinning. To think this boy had ever considered himself a regular straight bro. What a fucking joke.

“Unghh… p-please, sir,” Jake begged, his head on the floor as he kept his buns nicely spread. “P-please fuck me…”

He saw my boner, still tasted it on his tongue, wanted nothing more than to feel it inside of him. This was his purpose, his ultimate destiny. All that big, beefy muscle functioned only to lure me in.

“You know the rules, boy,” I said, “Master doesn’t fuck faggots who don’t clean up their own mess first.”

As soon as the words had left my mouth, Jake leaped over to where his dick had leaked his seed, wild and anxious like a rabid dog. He started licking up his sperm with such vigor it looked painful, and the crowd audibly reveled in his ridiculous behavior. People were taking pictures, taking videos, jerking off themselves and each other as we all watched the linebacker perform.

Within seconds, the stud had lapped up every last drop. He fell back into his previous position, cum stains all over his mouth, and he begged me once more.

Finally, I gave in. Someone handed me lube, which I squirted on his ass-crack, and I kneeled down behind the oversexed maid. Hands on his hips, cock at his entrance. The bitch didn’t need opening up, not in the state he was in; I simply tightened my grip on his loins, threw him an evil smirk, and rammed all the way inside at once.

Jake’s howl filled every nook and cranny of the house.

I could already tell this wasn’t going to be a long fuck - he was way too tight, and all his slutty behavior had really horned me up already. No, this was gonna have to be quick, hard, and brutal.

“Like that dick, pretty little maid?” I growled, pounding his ass with all my strength. Jake was moaning and gasping like a whore, scratching the floor in an attempt to find something to hold on to, bucking his hips into mine. I held his ass and got back to my feet without stopping the fuck for a second, forcing him to fold double, arching his back so much it looked like it would break.

“F-fu-uh-uckk, s-sirrr…. uugghh!!!”

I was holding his rear in the air with his head still on the ground, fucking him like a jackhammer, bending his beefy body in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Both of us had forgotten about the rest of the party, at this point.

“Yeah, take that fucking cock!”

I plowed his cunt as hard as I could, burrowing my boner all the way into his guts, carving out his hole without a sliver of remorse. Jake took it all, loved it all, kept moaning and quivering as I bred him for everyone to see. He was my bitch, and mine alone. There was no other cock in the universe that could make him feel this way.

Soon enough, the linebacker ejaculated again, shuddering and groaning at the top of his lungs. His muscles tightened, his ass milked my dick, and I roared like a demon as I shot a massive load into the maid’s fat ass. Victory, once again. My jock was nothing but a cum-hungry bottom pig.

When my orgasm faded, I threw him onto the ground, and watched him collapse like a worthless bag of bones.

“As I said, the faggot’s very much addicted to cock,” I panted, grinning to horny men around us. “Go ahead and humor him.”

The crowd erupted with excitement, and they dove on the poor linebacker like hyenas. Jake was too exhausted to even try to scream for help. The predators clawed at his body, rammed their eager dicks into his holes, and tugged at his drained cock without mercy.

“I’m gonna ask you this one last time, Billy: did you, or did you not send this picture?”

“I-I did, Coach.”

My star jock was blushing in his seat, too ashamed to look me in the eyes. His tight Adidas shirt could barely even contain the amount of muscle he was packing. At 18, Billy was the biggest guy of the school. Big, beefy shoulders, bulging guns of arms, and a rack that could make a Playboy model jealous.

“And who did you send it to, boy?”

He weakly shook his head, too embarrassed to talk. The quarterback was shaking with fear, sat before me like a nervous little girl. There was only one thing that each of my jocks dreaded the most, and that was to disappoint their dear old Coach.

“Well? Who the hell did you send this to?”

“I d-don’t know his name,” Billy stammered. “He goes to my gym. The one by Clayton Drive. I met him there.”

I scoffed. “A man, huh? How old are we talking, boy?”

The jock shrugged, finally looking up at me. I could see the humiliation in his innocent puppy eyes. He was too dumb to know what he’d gotten himself into.

“I don’t know, Coach. I-I think 40, or something. Maybe older.”

I stared at him in silent contempt. Billy’s cheeks got even redder, and he started trying to explain himself, feeling Coach’s disapproval burn like acid.

“He helps me with my workouts, Coach. Spots me, and stuff. He even made me a whole training program, to get me as big as I can be. I think he wants to set up a diet for me, too.”

I watched the embarrassed beefcake from across my desk.

“That sounds great. But tell me, Billy,” I sighed, “Why exactly would you send this man a picture like this? A man whose name you don’t even know?”

He lowered his gaze back to his feet, trembling with shame. The jock didn’t have an answer for me.

“Answer me, boy,” I demanded.

But Billy just shook his head, his eyes gleaming wet. He couldn’t tell me if he wanted to, the poor thing. The quarterback just sat there, petrified, wallowing in self-hatred and regret.

“Give me your phone. I’ll see for myself.”

“P-please, Coach. It’s nothing. I-I promise. He just helps me at the gym, that’s all. Please.”

I slammed my fist on the desk, and the beefy jock winced like a disobedient dog.

“Give me the fucking phone, Billy, or I take this to your parents. Believe me when I say that’s the last thing you want to happen.”

He knew I wasn’t lying. I would be on the phone with his dad in a second, and all of this would get much, much worse. Shaking from head to toe, the young stud reached to grab his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and put it on the desk.

All it took was for me to open Messages, and there it was. Of course he hadn’t deleted anything. My star player might have been a genius on the field, but when it came to actual intelligence, he was at the level of a fucking kindergartener.

‘Master’, this contact was called. I fucking knew it. Without a hint of mercy, I started reading the messages aloud, and Billy looked so embarrassed it seemed like he would actually sink into the earth.

Yesterday, 8pm:

Master: “Finished with today’s workout, handsome?” Billy: “Yessir. Just finished. Heaviest leg day I’ve ever done.” Master: “That’s what I wanna hear. Now, show Master that big, sweaty ass, Billy. Show me how hard you’ve worked.” Billy: *picture* Master: “Damn, you lil slut. I should come over and breed that sweaty butt all night long. Ruin your tight jockpussy over and over again. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Billy: “Yessir. Can you, please?” Master: “Not tonight, handsome. Soon. You just focus on keeping that ass as big as possible, and I will come inspect it as soon as I can.”

When I finished reading, the quarterback was sobbing quietly in his chair. Despite all his muscle, all that masculine strength, Billy suddenly looked like the most pathetic boy I’d ever seen. There was nothing left of the strong, cocky jock I’d trained to be my star player. Tears were streaming down his handsome face, his broad shoulders shaking with every sob.

“P-please don’t tell anybody, Coach. P-please.”

“Just helps you at the gym, does he?” I scoffed bitterly, “Helps you to a cock up your ass, more like. I never knew you were a faggot, Billy.”

“I-I’m not, Coach, I promise,” he sobbed, “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me. He just… it feels so good to do what he says, sir.. I dunno why… p-please, please don’t tell anyone…”

“How long has this been going on?”

Billy shrugged, lost for words, shaking his head as the tears rolled down his cheeks. Poor boy. He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to fix this. It must’ve felt like his entire world was crumbling down.

Billy, of course, had no idea that I’d found that picture online, on a certain forum, hidden in the darkest corners of the internet. His ‘Master’ had already been advertising the stud on the black market, ready to rent him out for gangbangs and everything. Probably end up selling him to some rich perv in Dubai.

As hot as that sounded, I wasn’t ready to lose my star player to some greedy old fuck. Billy was supposed to go off to college soon, and if I played my cards right, I’d be going with him. I’d already applied to become the head coach of his top college pick. Billy and I, we had great things ahead of us.

That ‘Master’ wasn’t gonna ruin them.

“Tell you what, boy,” I sighed, once the quarterback had managed to calm down a little. “I won’t tell anyone about your little escapades. This will stay between you and me.”

Billy stared at me with gleaming, hopeful eyes, and sniffed. “R-really, Coach?”

“Sure. But from now on, you’re not gonna see that man anymore. You’re gonna block his number, and stop going to that gym. Instead, you’re gonna be working out here, at school, with me. Every day.”

I got up from my chair, and slowly walked around the desk. Billy followed my every move, suddenly even more nervous than before. He must’ve been able to see it on my face.

The lust. The hunger. This wasn’t just going to be a favor. He was going to have to pay for this. We both knew there was only one way he could.

I sat on the desk, mere inches before the young athlete, and unbuckled my belt. His sobbing faltered. His breathing stopped. My pants dropped to the floor, and my underwear fell down. The blood drew from his face, and Billy’s eyes grew wide with terror as he saw the size of Coach’s big, fat boner.

Whatever that ‘Master’ had done to him, I would do better.

“Don’t worry, Billy,” I grinned. “When I’m done with you, you’re never even gonna think about that man again. All you’re gonna wanna do is sit that fat, sweaty ass of yours on Coach’s monster dick. Your hole will be so sloppy and gaping that only I can satisfy your needs.”

The quarterback gulped. His shorts were already tenting with a nice, big bulge.

Funny you should mention that. I knew this guy who actually had that happen to him. Well, I didn’t so much know him as I heard of him. He’s a friend of the guy I know. But I swear, like every word of this is true. I think his name was Frank.

You’ve met Frank, or at least you’ve seen him in movies. He’s that high powered corporate guy who lives and breathes for his job. His blood pressure was through the roof, and if he was lucky, he’d only be on his second heart attack by 50. At 36 years old, Frank was a real piece of work.

Frank was taking a week away from everything around Christmas. A gift from his boss, who knew just how much Frank needed to de-stress. He had one round trip flight booked, and a room at a resort down in Mexico. Away from his job. Aww from his family. Away from his girlfriend. The week was going to be all about Frankie. Frank, I mean.

But you know the kind of stuff that happens when you travel. Frank ended up at his resort before he realized that the airline had lost his luggage and swapped out another identical black suitcase. Except instead of his neatly folded polo shirts and starched khakis, Frank had a messy pile of fabric that looked like it came from a fast fashion store.

Frank reached for the hotel room’s phone, ready to give the airline a piece of his mind. He punched his way through the automated system until someone finally picked up.

“Thank you for calling Getaway Airlines. My name is Paul. What can I help you with today?” The young man at the other end of the phone sounded bored.

“I just got off flight 269, and your FUCKING AIRLINE lost my luggage. I just opened up my bag and found nothing but…”

Frank swiped his hand at the cheap mess of clothing. His hand touched on a shirt at the top.

“Nothing but…”

“Sir?”

“Nothing but…you know what, I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it. I just gotta relax. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” the phone drone said automatically.

Frank hung up the phone and breathed out deeply. It really wasn’t worth making a fuss about. What the hell, he had a week off, and he had a suitcase full of clothes. Like it mattered that they weren’t the clothes he had packed.

He stripped off his travel clothes and went to the washroom to grab a shower. The hot water loosened his muscles and made him groan in relief. Maybe this vacation was exactly what he needed.

Back in the main room, Frank grabbed that first t-shirt out of the suitcase, along with a black pair of basketball shorts. No underwear… but whatever, it wasn’t like he needed any. The shorts fit easily enough, though the “Frankie Say Relax” t-shirt was a little baggy on his thin body.

Hours later, after spending some time eating a great meal and then grabbing a walk on the beach, Frankie looked in the mirror. He felt better than he had in years. Yeah, this was going to be a good week.

The next morning, Frankie woke up buck ass naked, enjoying the sun warming his skin in the air conditioned room. You would never guess that he was 36 - if anything Frankie looked like a mature twenty-something, the worries all relaxed off of his face.

Only one day in, and already this vacation had caused such a wonderful change.

Frankie grabbed a shower, not bothering to fix up his hair or shave afterwards. Instead he brushed his teeth, threw on a pair of swim trunks that he found in the suitcase, and grabbed the first shirt that his fingers touched.

“Suns Out, Guns Out” it declared. Frankie glanced out the window at the tropical paradise. The sun was definitely out. He laughed a relaxed laugh and shrugged on the bro-tank that seemed like a self. Fulfilling prophecy. Giving himself a quick flex in the mirror, Frankie laughed again. “Guns out!” he said cheerfully.

Frankie spent the day much like the day before, except he stayed away from all the beach umbrellas and shady spots, opting to bake his skin under the hot sun. Every time the voice in the back of his head reminded him that he was gonna burn, Frankie just said relax.

Besides, by the time the sun went down, he didn’t have a burn. Just a nice golden tan, and a pleasant tiredness that came from swimming and eating.

He noticed that the resort was full, not just of older people like him, but of plenty of young men and women. College aged - and maybe with a couple semesters flunked - seemed to be everywhere. And friendly too. One of them, a young buck named Brad bumped into Frankie two or three times during the day, and each time said hi.

The next morning, Frankie woke up buck ass naked again. He’d had another great sleep, and no sign of sunburn had shown itself. A quick look out the window confirmed that the sun was shining brightly. Frankie gave himself a flex in the mirror, hoping that the suitcase held another muscle shirt. Suns out, guns out.

This time, Frankie fished out a grey tanktop. It said “BEER ME BRO” in big bold letters on it. Maybe a little juvenile, Frankie thought, but whatever, he was on vacation. Besides, what else was he gonna do, go to breakfast naked?

Frankie threw on the tank and a pair of board shorts. Flip flops on his tanned feet completed the look. Frankie spent a minute or two posing in the mirror - he swore he looked better than he had in years. Like late twenties?

Maybe he should take a vacation more often.

At breakfast the restaurant was busy as hell, but he managed to snag a table. Just a couple minutes into his meal though, he heard someone call “Hey, Frankie, can we join you?” It was Brad, the college dude from yesterday. He had four other guys in tow, all of them holding plates piled high with sausage and eggs.

Frank would have ignored them. These were the kind of guys that bugged the hell out of him. Always partying, never taking life seriously. But Frankie just waved them over.

“Thanks man, this place is fuckin’ packed!” Brad said. “Hey, here, that’s for you,” he laughed and handed Frankie a green bottle of imported beer. Frankie laughed and pointed at his shirt. “Yeah, beer me bro!” The table cracked up.

One thing led to another, and Frankie ended up spending most of the day with Brad and his friends. It seemed like every time there was a natural time to leave, he was halfway through a beer, and he didn’t want to be an asshole. So he hung out and played beach volleyball and shot the shit.

When evening came, Frankie begged off an offer to head out and party. He was pleasantly buzzed, and felt like grabbing some shuteye. These guys were all 23, and he was doing well enough at 36 to keep up with them all day.

Though, with a long look in the mirror while he flexed his guns, Frankie admitted that he looked maybe 25. The sun and the sand were doing him wonders.

Frankie jerked off twice, then fell asleep.

Unsurprisingly, he woke up naked and in the sun. Frankie laughed, looking forward to whatever the day had in store for him.

He took his time in the shower, enjoying a cold shower beer while the steam swirled around him. This had been such a weird week. He could almost swear that his ‘borrowed’ shirts were doing something to him. Like the writing on them was changing him somehow.

But that wasn’t possible. The world wasn’t magic. Though maybe he was a little suggestible right now.

Frankie laughed when he pulled out the next shirt. It was a neon yellow, and said “KEG STAND SHIRT” in big black upside down letters. He slipped it on. Frankie had never done a keg stand in his life, but whatever, maybe today was the day.

Frankie spent some time admiring his guns. He almost looked young enough to be the kind of guy who would buy this shirt.

Brad and the crew were already at breakfast, so Frankie grabbed a heaping plate of greasy food and joined them. “Hey guys,” he said. A chorus of “Hey bro” and “sup dude”s greeted him.

The day went much like the last, except Frankie didn’t think about leaving at all. At supper, Brad made a comment that Frankie should come out and party, and well… there just wasn’t anything wrong with the idea. Frankie felt like he could totally roll with his crew for a few more hours.

The night was a blur. Dancing. Drinking. Checking out hot chicks, and weirdly, having them check him out in return. Frankie was in heaven. And of course, keg stands. Three separate ones throughout the night, especially when people saw his shirt.

Frankie stumbled back to his room, drunk as shit. He tore off the shirt, ripping the thin fabric straight down the neckline. “Yeah,” he said to himself loudly, “check that shit out.” He flexed in the mirror, watching his peaked arms, bouncing his youthful chest. Frankie was a little bigger than the average guy, and he fuckin’ loved it.

Eventually he passed out on a lounge chair on his deck. He woke up hours later, to the sound of some college girls laughing from a couple balconies over. They were pointing at the relaxed stud, stark naked and being baked by the sun.

“Mornin’ ladies,” Frankie called out. His pecker was rock hard, and the girls only giggled harder.

A quick shower later, and Frankie was grabbing the next shirt out of the bag. Whatever this bag was, Frankie knew for sure that it was changing him. But he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He threw on the next shirt. It read “COME AT ME BRO!” in big bold text, and Frankie waited for a surge of aggression he was certain would come. Frank had never been in a fight in his life, but Frankie was pretty sure he’d be in a brawl by mid-afternoon.

He hustled down to breakfast with his boys. On the way there, he passed a young muscle stud, dressed in red swim trunks and nothing else.

“Daaaayum…” Frankie said, and let loose a little whistle. The guy gave him a smirk and walked on.

At the table, Frankie joined in on the usual one-upsmanshio and bravado with his party crew. Then after they ate, Brad said “You know what guys, Frankie and I are gonna catch up.”

Frankie wasn’t sure what was going on, but Brad lead him back to his hotel room. It was a lot like Frankie’s, except both beds were clearly in use, and there was the stench of young manhood all around the room. Discarded shirts and shorts cluttered the floor.

“Y’know, I wasn’t sure, not til you wore that shirt…” Brad said.

Frankie glanced in the mirror. He didn’t look more than 22, all young and tanned and tight. A big stupid smile split his face open.

“Whaddaya mean?” he asked.

Brad traced his finger over the letters on the shirt.

“COME”

“IN”

“ME”
 “BRO!”

Frankie looked in the mirror again. Fuck. It did say that.

But it was no big deal right? Frankie wasn’t really gay. He didn’t have to let Brad split his ass open with his fuckstick.

Frankie tried thinking that thought again. He wasn’t going to let Brad demolish his hole with his thick cock.

No…that still wasn’t right. He looked at Brad, his shirt already whipped off, his rod tenting under a pair of silky looking gym shorts.

Frankie was going to impale his slutty bottom on Brad’s dripping pole. He was gonna slide himself along Brad’s monster shaft until Brad cried out for mercy. And then he was gonna experience orgasmic bliss while Brad’s low hangers pumped him full of creamy spunk.

Yeah, that sounded better. For a power bottom slut like Frankie, it only sounded natural.

Frankie knew how to relax. He knew how to dress. He knew how to party. And he knew how to fuck.

He pushed Brad backwards onto the bed and pulled off the gym shorts. Then kicked off his flip flops and shorts.

Moments later, Frankie’s youthful ass was fucking the hell out of Brad’s eager dick. Brad spaced out and just let Frankie work his magic, the younger man totally in control. The shirt still cling to Frankie’s torso like a taunt - COME IN ME BRO!

And then Brad did. Frankie’s hard dick spurted ropes of cum, hitting Brad on the chest and face.

“That was incredible,” Brad said after a few minutes of recovery.

Frankie just smiled. He couldn’t remember ever being more relaxed.

But truth be told, Frankie couldn’t remember much of anything other than being a young and hung cumdump. He knew the shirts were doing it, but would you want any other life?

“Man, I can’t believe we just got one more day here,” Brad said. “You?”

“Yeah, one more day. I gotta flight tomorrow night.”

Soon enough they were showered and out on the beach playing volleyball. Except for around three that afternoon, when Brad winked at Frankie and they went back to the room again. And after the club that night, when Frankie dragged Brad back to his room.

Frankie woke up buck naked, covered in warm sunlight. There was a note from Brad - “thx bro, gone 4 a shower” with a cold beer on the desk.

Frankie looked into the suitcase. Only one more day here, but two last brotanks were clearly visible. One was a deep maroon one with white text that said “Harvard”. College shirt. Maybe he could head back to college, party his way through the undergrad he shoulda had.

And beside it a stronger tank. It was black and said “DO YOU EVEN LIFT BRO?” on the front, with a picture of a fully loaded barbell on it.

(M/M, 6800 words, noncon/dubcon, erotic hypnosis, straight to gay, dom/sub)

Johnny sat down opposite Dr. Williams. The doctor was looking through the questionnaire he had just filled in to take part in the medical research trial. Johnny looked around the office. There was a big bookcase to his right, filled with medical textbooks on anatomy and various diseases, and the top shelf had a bunch of folders. Probably from previous trials or the current one. There were two anatomy posters too, one of the muscles of the human body and the other with the skeletal structure.

Johnny was a football player for the college team, so he knew some of the names on the anatomy posters from injuries from team mates and his coach, but most of them were a mystery to him. While the doctor was still reading the questionnaire, Johnny leaned closer to the poster to look for familiar names. He had to do something while waiting, after all.

“Johnny?”

“Yeah?” He turned in his chair to look at Dr. Williams. “I figured since you were reading…”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Dr. Williams, an older man with greying hair, smiled at him. “Main reason I have those posters up anyway. I just want to doublecheck a few things from your questionnaire. Your medical exam went well, as expected you’re in great shape and perfectly healthy.”

“Always good to hear,” Johnny replied. The medical exam had been more thorough than he was used to, including a prostate exam. It had been pretty weird and kinda painful having to let someone slide fingers up his ass, but it had been necessary. Dr. Williams wanted to be absolutely sure Johnny was healthy.

“Now, you’ve read the information we’ve provided you with. You’re aware of what kind of medical trial you’re entering?” Dr. Williams asked. “Can you tell me how long you’ll be staying in our research institute?”

The questionnaire had started with two pages of info on the trial, all stuff he had been told when he had applied in the first place, but he guessed Dr. Williams wanted to make sure his subjects knew what they were signing up for. He hadn’t expected Dr. Williams to quiz him about it. “Seven days, starting today,” he replied.

The research institute was outside of town and surrounded by grass fields and trees. Dr. Williams had explained it was important his research subjects didn’t have too much contact with the outside world during the trial, so Johnny had had to give up his phone too. It was a small price to pay for the money he’d make at the end of the trial.

“And you’re aware of what kind of drugs we’ll be testing on you and how we will administer it?”

“An improved version of Viagra,” Johnny replied, unable to hide a grin. “You’ll give me an injection in my arm twice a day starting tomorrow, and once a day today.”

Keep reading

Some of his friends had declared him crazy when he had signed up for the trial, saying it was dangerous and risky, and that the money was too good to be true. There were safer ways to make money during the summer break. But Johnny had read up on Dr. Williams and his institute and nothing had ever gone wrong. Previous participants all gave positive feedback and the drug he had signed up for had already been tested on healthy men before.

“That’s right,” Dr. Williams replied. “Now, you’ve clearly read everything but I have to tell you again that during the trial you will not be allowed to have contact with the outside world, you will eat and drink what we give you at set times, and you will sleep and wake up at set times too. Is there anything you want to ask about your stay at our institute?”

“Yeah, do you guys have a gym here?” Johnny wanted to stay in shape and not have the coach chew him out once college started up again.

“We do, but I’d like to go over your planned work outs to make sure it won’t mess up our results. If we’ve got one participant who does nothing but lie on the couch and another who’s working out every day, we can’t really compare the data,” Dr. Williams explained. “But there’s definitely room to work out.”

“All right.”

“Now, about your questionnaire. You say you have zero sexual experience with men?” Dr. Williams asked.

The question took Johnny by surprise. “Uh, yeah.”

Dr. William smiled at him. “When you say ‘zero’, do you mean ‘zero’? You’ve never exchanged a hand job with a male friend?”

“Nope.” Johnny didn’t know why the question mattered. “Never had any trouble getting pussy and my own right hand works just fine. Nothing against gay guys, but…” He trailed off and shrugged. “I just can’t imagine letting another guy touch me like that, you know?”

“Just double-checking.” Dr. Williams continued with the rest of the questionnaire, asking him about the frequency and type of his sexual encounters, asking him about his food and drink intake, and finally asking him if he ever had trouble getting hard. “Be honest, Johnny.”

Johnny sighed. “There was one time,” he admitted, shifting in his seat. “I had had way too much drink and I just couldn’t get it up. The girl was super-hot too! She tried everything, but it didn’t work.” Ever since, he had made sure not to drink too much at a party.

Dr. Williams nodded. “That’s pretty normal for a young man your age, Johnny. Plenty of men have that happen to them. Now, are you ready for your first injection?”

“Sure.” He rolled up the right sleeve of his t-shirt, but Dr. Williams shook his head.

“We won’t be administering the drugs here, we have a special room for that. Hygiene reasons, you understand. Can you follow me down the hall?”

Johnny nodded and followed Dr. Williams down the empty hallway. The place didn’t look as much like a hospital as he had expected. Sure, the floor was blueish grey and the walls were a stark white, but there were plants in the hallway and some abstract paintings provided a splash of colour too. “Are there other participants?”

“You’re the first one of this batch,” Dr. Williams replied. “But there are seven men who started three days ago. I’m sure you’ll see them later.”

“Cool.”

The room they entered had a desk with a computer and what looked to Johnny like a dentist’s chair. It had straps on the arm and leg rests, a small TV screen above it, and headphones were lying on the seat. “Do I sit there?” he asked, feeling a little nervous.

“Yes. Also, I’m afraid I’m going to have to strap you in. We have had some bad experiences with guys who say they’re fine with needles, but turn out to have a slight phobia after all. I want to get this injection right, so we have to make sure you don’t move.” Dr. Williams picked up the headphones, putting them on a small tray next to the dentist’s chair and gestured for him to sit down.

Johnny shrugged and reminded himself of the $20,000 he would get in a week. “All right.” He sat down, and let Dr. Williams strap him in. His lower arms were strapped down first, then his lower legs. He tried to pull free, but the tight straps were strong.

“This isn’t too tight, is it?” Dr. Williams asked.

“It’s fine,” he replied.

Dr. Williams pulled open the drawer of the desk and when Johnny saw the needle, he felt nervous even though he had had plenty of shots in his life. He let out a hiss when Dr. Williams injected him with the clear fluid. “This was the high dose, right?”

“That’s right. You’ve really read all the info, haven’t you?” Dr. Williams sounded pleased. “Every day, the afternoon is high and the morning dose is low. That’s because most couples have sex in the evening, so that’s when we’ll be performing most of our tests.”

“Hmm. What kind of tests?” Johnny asked. There hadn’t been details on that in the information available. “Drawing blood and stuff? Urine samples?”

“Amongst others.” Dr. Williams adjusted the TV screen so that it was right in front of Johnny’s eyes. “You’ll have to wait here for the drugs to start working and we want you to lie still while it does. We’ve found it’s more effective that way.”

“Okay,” Johnny replied and wished Dr. Williams had mentioned that before the injection. “Can I pick the movie at least?”

“I’m afraid our options are limited.” He then put the headphones on Johnny’s head. “Since there are people working in the offices on either side of this room, we’re using headphones. Are they comfortable?”

Johnny nodded. “Yeah. Can I watch an action movie at least?”

Dr. Williams went back to the computer and the headphones already muffled the sounded of him clicking the mouse and typing on the keyboard. Johnny couldn’t see what he was, but the TV screen in front of him suddenly lit up.

Johnny looked at the screen. There was a black and white spiral and he stared at it for a few seconds before blinking and looking away. “So, what’s the movie?”

Dr. Williams frowned at him. “Look at the screen, Johnny. The movie will start soon.”

Johnny turned his head. He was starting to feel pretty tired and relaxed in the chair. The spiral was changing colours, the white becoming a light blue.

“I just have to change a few settings, Johnny, you keep looking at the screen like a good boy.”

“Okay.” It was strange, he felt so tired but he also couldn’t close his eyes. All he could do was look at the screen. He saw something flash, random letters, but they were gone before he could read them. Then the images started to appear. They were transparent and Johnny found himself focusing to figure out what was in the pictures.

He started when the sound of ocean waves came through the headphones and he turned to look at Dr. Williams, who smiled and nodded at him, then gestured at the screen again. Right, he had to look at the screen.

The sound of waves crashing and surging in his ears made him feel even more relaxed. He wasn’t sure what this had to do with the drugs he was testing, though.

He kept staring at the spiral, the colour changing from light blue to dark blue, and the words became easier to read as they flashed on the screen.

OBEY

RELAX

DON’T THINK

Johnny frowned a little. Obey? Who was he supposed to obey? “Dr. Williams?” he asked and he couldn’t entirely hear himself through the headphones. “The video is weird.” He turned his head and Dr. Williams was by his side, shaking his head.

Dr. Williams grabbed his chin and turned it to Johnny was looking at the screen again. He moved his hands so he was holding Johnny’s cheeks, making sure he kept facing forward.

Johnny blinked, feeling his body relax further.

OBEY

RELAX

DON’T THINK

An image flashed on the screen and he realized it was a muscular man’s torso. More images of muscular men followed, sometimes they were pictures of men flexing their biceps, sometimes they were focused on the men’s chests and abs or thighs.

Johnny’s thoughts were sluggish as he watched the spiral, the images and the words flash in front of his eyes. It was weird. Why was he looking at pictures of muscular men? Why was he told to obey? There were other words too, words he couldn’t make out yet.

Maybe if he just kept watching, he would find out what was going on. But it was nice to sit here in the comfortable chair and watch the pretty colours in front of him. He didn’t have anything to worry about, all he had to do was watch the screen.

*

Dr. Williams stroked Johnny’s cheeks as the young man watched the screen, fully entranced now, and then he stepped back to the computer to control the hypnosis program. Johnny was a perfect candidate. A muscular, 100% straight, jock. Well, they would soon change that.

Dr. Williams typed a few commands, which introduced pictures of big, erect cocks to the set of images flashing before Johnny’s eyes. The downside of Johnny never having even had one sexual experience with men and no interest in them meant they had to start from zero. But Dr. Williams liked a challenge, and if he could turn Johnny into a submissive, eager bottom, he would have all the evidence his investors needed that Dr. Williams’ drugs and hypnosis training was working.

He looked at Johnny, who was still watching the screen. Good, introducing hard dicks hadn’t snapped him out of the trance. Time to fade out the images of naked chests and arms so that Johnny only saw images of thick cocks.

He also changed the words from ones that had put Johnny into his current trance to the words that would start him on his path to being a slut for cock. There was a slight frown on Johnny’s face as words like KNEEL, GOOD BOY and SUBMIT flashed in front of him, but that soon faded.

Dr. Williams wondered how this first session would affect Johnny. The first hour after the session would be crucial. He had to make sure that Johnny would get his first taste of cock, that he would get plowed hard, and that he’d get to come. Johnny would need to learn to associate getting fucked and sucking cock with the pleasure of orgasm. Once they had completed that step, they could train Johnny to the specifications of whichever investor wanted to claim him.

A week should be enough to make Johnny submit and accept his new status as a submissive bottom whose only purpose was to satisfy men. He was responding well to the drugs so far and after his initial protest was completely entranced by the hypnotising spiral.

Dr. Williams sat back, letting the program run. Johnny was the first boy in his second batch of seven. The first seven boys were progressing very well, but they had already been gay. However, they had proven that dominant guys or guys who had never considered submitting could be trained to enjoy that. With his second batch, Dr. Williams wanted to prove that he could turn straight guys into eager bottoms as well.

His own cock was already getting hard at the thought of Johnny on his knees. He was a handsome young man, with sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes, a muscular chest and chiselled abs. Dr. Williams looked forward to watching Johnny do his work outs so he could stay in good shape.

He checked the programme and introduced a new set of images and words. Time to add pictures of cocks getting sucked and asses getting fucked, along with the words needed to make Johnny want that.

Dr. Williams was pleased to see that Johnny didn’t even react to the change in what was on the screen in front of him. Johnny was fully entranced, his mind fully open to the suggestions and orders. That was very promising for how suggestible he would be once this hypnosis session was over.

*

Johnny had lost all track of time. All he could see was the screen in front of him. Everything else in the room had faded until there was only the spiral, the images and the words. Images of naked men, hard cocks, and men on their knees looking blissfully happy as they sucked dicks or got fucked. Words telling him to kneel and submit, to suck cock, to relax, to get fucked. Words telling him he needed cock, that he was feeling empty.

He blinked in confusion when the screen turned black all of a sudden and the sound of ocean waves in his ears stopped. “Huh?”

A man removed his headphones and Johnny stared up at him. He knew this man, but it took him a few seconds to remember his name.

“Johnny?”

“Doctor,” he managed. “Doctor Williams.”

“That’s right.” Dr. Williams smiled down at him and began to undo the straps. Johnny was surprised to see them. He had completely forgotten he had been tied to the chair. “Can you sit up?”

Johnny sat up, feeling light-headed as he shifted to put his feet on the ground. “I feel weird,” he mumbled. His legs felt like jelly and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to stand up.

“That’s okay, why don’t you get off the chair and kneel on the floor.”

Kneel. Yes, he should kneel.

Dr. Williams had one arm around his waist as Johnny slid off the chair and lowered himself so he was kneeling down on the floor. “That’s better, isn’t it, Johnny?”

“Uh huh.” He looked up at Dr. Williams.

Dr. Williams ran his hand through Johnny’s hair. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Johnny?”

“Uh huh.”

“What do good boys do, Johnny?”

“Kneel,” he replied, the words popping up immediately in his mind. “Obey. Relax. Submit.”

“Exactly,” Dr. Williams told him, still stroking his hair. “Good boy. And what more do they do, Johnny?”

“Suck cock. Get fucked.” Wait, he didn’t do that, right? He had never done it before. “Dr. Williams?”

“Hush, Johnny.” Dr. Williams released his hair to open his own belt and buttons of his trousers. Then he sat back down in the desk chair behind him. He wrapped his hand around his half-hard cock and began to jerk it. “Come here. Good boy.”

He shuffled over to sit in front of Dr. Williams, still on his knees. His eyes were on the dick in front of him. It was good to suck cock.

But he had never sucked cock before, so why was the thought in his head?

“Johnny.” Dr. Williams groaned as he reached with his other hand to wrap around the back of Johnny’s head. “Good boy, Johnny. You want to suck my cock, right?”

“Uh huh.” It was a nice-looking cock, hardening in front of him. He licked his lips and leaned closer. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to suck it, only that he wanted to.

“Go on.” Dr. Williams kept his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. “Lick it.”

Johnny licked the tip, then wrapped his lips around it. It felt strange in his mouth, but also right.

“Touch it,” Dr. Williams told him, letting go of his own cock. He put his hand back on Johnny’s hair.

Johnny wrapped his right hand around Dr. Williams’s cock. It felt hot in his hand and he could feel it harden further. He began to jerk his wrist up and down as he sucked the tip.

“Good boy,” Dr. Williams groaned, stroking his hair. “Good boy, Johnny. Keep going, just like that.”

He liked being called a good boy. He liked knowing that he was doing well, stroking Dr. Williams’s cock and slowly sucking it. He pressed his tongue against it, taking it deeper. It was fully hard now, and Dr. Williams was breathing hard. He knew that meant the man liked it.

Dr. Williams’s grip on his hair tightened. “Mmm, very good.” He let out a brief laugh. “And to think you’ve never done this before.”

Johnny hesitated for a moment. He had never done this before. Why was he doing it now? Why did he like doing it? Part of him wanted to stop, but another part of him enjoyed the feeling of a cock in his mouth.

“Dammit,” Dr. Williams grumbled. “Johnny, you’re a good boy, and good boys suck cock. Go on. Suck my cock.” He was petting Johnny’s hair now. “Submit, relax, and obey.”

That was right. He had to obey and be a good boy. That meant sucking cock. And he liked sucking cock, so why not keep going?  

He kept using his mouth and right hand on Dr. Williams’s thick cock to make him moan in pleasure. The older man’s hips were thrusting up, into Johnny’s mouth. He couldn’t take the cock that deep, so he eased off and worked the tip with his tongue and mouth before taking the cock deeper again.

“Good boy,” Dr. Williams panted. “Very good, keep going. Take it deeper. Mmm, like that.”

Johnny managed to take it deeper for a moment before gagging and raising his head again. Dr. Williams’s hips were rocking constantly now and Johnny knew he was close. He could taste the pre-come already.

“Keep going, good boy,” Dr. Williams groaned. “Mmm, yes, suck my cock.”

Johnny kept going, the only thought in his head was that he had to keep sucking cock for as long as Dr. Williams wanted. There was nothing else he had to do or think about. Just keep sucking and bobbing his head up and down as he made Dr. Williams moan.

The man’s grip on his hair tightened again and he shuddered as he thrust his hips up and deeper into Johnny’s mouth. He let out a deep, loud groan as he came, filling Johnny’s mouth with a thick load of come.

Johnny had no choice but to swallow everything as much as he could. He felt some of it trickle out of his mouth and past his lips. Finally, Dr. Williams let go of him, sagging back in the chair.

“Very good boy,” the man murmured. “Stand up and take off your clothes.”

Johnny was already up and had his t-shirt pulled over his head before he wondered why it was necessary to remove his clothes. He sat back down on the dentist’s chair to take off his shoes and socks. “All of them?” The thought of being naked in front of Dr. Williams was an awkward one. He dimly remembered having been naked in front of him before, but he hadn’t felt awkward.

“Yes, Johnny, all your clothes. I want to see you completely naked. You’ve been a good boy, so you deserve a reward.”

“Okay.” He put his shoes next to the chair and put the socks in them. He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down along with his boxers. He stood in front of Dr. Williams, completely naked, and covering his soft cock and balls with his hands.

“No, boy, let me see you.” Dr. Williams gestured for him to move his hands away.

Johnny obeyed, letting his hands hang by his side. He felt even more awkward now, but Dr. Williams had told him to do this, and he was supposed to obey and be a good boy.

“Mmm, yes, very nice.” Dr. Williams grinned as his eyes wandered up and down Johnny’s body. “Our investors will like you too. Since you’ve been so good, you may jerk off and come.”

His hand was around his soft cock already. “Uhm,” he said, biting his lip. “And you’ll watch?” That felt weird, like something he shouldn’t do.

“Yes, Johnny, I will watch you play with yourself and come. You’ve been such a good boy, so your reward is getting to come. If you don’t want to come, that’s fine too, but most guys your age love jerking off. Don’t you like it?” Dr. Williams asked.

“I like it,” he replied. Even now when he was just holding his cock it was feeling good. Part of him wanted to jerk off and make it feel even better, but he was also not sure about doing it in front of Dr. Williams.

“Don’t be shy, Johnny,” Dr. Williams told him. “Be a good boy. Obey. Relax. Jerk off for me. Now.”

His hand began to move and he leaned back against the chair as his wrist pumped up and down. Yes, he had to jerk off, had to do it for Dr. Williams. He was a good boy. “Oh!”

“Yes, it feels good, doesn’t it, Johnny? It feels good to jerk off after sucking cock. It feels good to jerk off in front of another man. It feels good to show off your body,” Dr. Williams told him. “You take such good care of it. Of course you want to show it off.”

Johnny moaned as he kept pumping his fist. His dick was fully hard now. “Uh huh.” He liked the way Dr. Williams looked at him, smiling and leaning forward. It made him feel even hotter, knowing Dr. Williams enjoyed the sight.  

“Mmm, keep jerking off for me, boy. Make yourself feel good. You deserve to feel good after sucking my dick and swallowing my come,” Dr. Williams told him.

Johnny moaned, his wrist pumping up and down even faster. “Oh, oh!” His hips were thrusting into the tight grip of his wrist. “Ah!”

“Yes, moan for me, let me hear how much you’re enjoying this,” Dr. Williams said, his eyes gleaming. “Because you’re enjoying this very much.”

He threw his head back, letting out even louder moan as his wrist kept pumping. He felt so hot, so horny. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before. It was so intense. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna come!”

“Go on, come for me. Show me how much you love this, how much you love showing off your gorgeous, naked body. How much you love showing off that dick of yours, like a good boy. Obey, Johnny. Obey,” Dr. Williams told him. “Come.”

He gasped as he felt his orgasm building rapidly, his wrist right around his hot, hard cock. “Yes!” he moaned. “Yes, yes, fuck, so good!” He moaned as ecstasy washed over him, filling his entire body. It felt amazing. Come spurted from his cock, load after load, until the feeling faded and his breathing returned to normal.

He smiled at Dr. Williams. “That was good.” He needed the support of the dentist’s chair behind him. His legs felt like jelly again after his amazing orgasm.

Dr. Williams got up, pulling up his trousers. “There, sit down for a moment, Johnny. You’ve done really well.” He helped Johnny sit back on the chair. “Stay here, I’ll have to get someone else to help you finish your first session. Stay here.”

“Okay.” Johnny was too exhausted to move anyway. He closed his eyes, still enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss. That had been the best orgasm of his life.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when Dr. Williams came back in. He was followed by a man a little older than Johnny, with grey eyes and short, dark hair. He was dressed in sweatpants and nothing else. His bare chest was broad and muscular, and he was even taller and bigger than Johnny.

“This the guy?” the newcomer said, looking at Johnny. “Nice.”  

“I thought you’d like him,” Dr. Williams told him. He turned to Johnny and gave him a reassuring smile. “Johnny, this is Alex. He will finish the first session with you. All you need to do is get off the chair, turn around, then lean on it with your hands.”

Still a little blissed out from his orgasm, Johnny did as he was told, but his legs were wobbly and he was glad to be leaning on his hands again. He looked at Alex and Dr. Williams over his shoulder. “Like this?” He wondered what they wanted to do now and why Alex was here.

Alex walked over to him and reached out to let one large hand cup Johnny’s ass. “Mmm, I’m gonna enjoy this.”

A feeling of apprehension filled Johnny’s gut. “Enjoy what?”

“He’s going to fuck your ass, Johnny,” Dr. Williams told him.

“Wh-what?” Johnny asked. He tried to push away from the chair, but Alex’s hands were on his shoulders, keeping him in place. “Hey!” The man was stronger than he was.

“Obey. Relax. Don’t think. Submit,” Dr. Williams told him. “Obey. Relax. Don’t think. Submit.”

The apprehension eased.

“You’re a good boy, Johnny. Good boys relax. Good boys obey and submit. Good boys let themselves be fucked.”

He felt relaxed and all worry and concern was leaving his mind. “Uh huh.” He just had to do what Dr. Williams told him to do.

“Prepare him, Alex,” Dr. Williams said. He moved to stand on the other side of the chair, facing Johnny. “You’ll be a good boy, Johnny.”

“I thought you said he was ready?” Alex asked, and Johnny heard him rummage in the desk drawers.

“Ready, as in, he has finished the video and passed the first two tests,” Dr. Williams said, raising his voice. “Now he’s ready for the final one.”

“Got it.” A couple of steps took Alex back to where he was, standing right behind Johnny. “Anything else I need to know?”

“His results came back clean. You won’t need a condom,” Dr. Williams replied.

“Mmm, good.”

Johnny felt Alex’s hands stroke and cup his ass again. The concern was still there in his mind, but he felt detached from it. The hands kept groping and kneading his ass, spreading his cheeks. This wasn’t so bad.

“He has a nice ass,” Alex said. “Not the best I’ve ever seen on the guys you’ve brought here, but still nice. Any investor interested in him yet?”

“No, I wanted to see how the first few sessions go before I release any details,” Dr. Williams explained. “We still need to cover some basics. After all, today was the first time Johnny has ever given a blowjob, and the first time he’ll get his ass fucked.” He smiled at Johnny. “You did well at the blowjob, Johnny. I look forward to you getting even better!”

Johnny smiled back. He felt fingers slide up and down between his cheeks, then they vanished before returning, this time slicker. The thick fingers brushed and circled his hole, and he shivered. No one had ever touched him there.

Dr. Williams stepped closer. “Obey. Relax. Submit.”

The fingers kept circling his hole, getting him even slicker. Now that he was relaxing, it was starting to feel nice. There was nothing to worry about.

One finger began to push inside of him, and he gasped when it was followed by a second finger.

“Damn, he’s tight.”

“I did tell you, he’s an anal virgin.”

“Yeah, but he feels like he’s never even used any fucking toys.”

“You know how these straight boys can be.” Dr. Williams laughed. “Well, formerly straight boy. We’ll train you out of that, Johnny, don’t worry. Soon, you’ll be an eager bottom, always ready to suck and be fucked. Obey. Relax. Submit.”

Johnny nodded as he felt himself relax further. The two fingers in his ass felt okay. A little weird, but okay. They were stretching his hole and making him even slicker. He knew it was so Alex could push his dick in there soon, but that thought didn’t worry him. He just had to obey and relax and submit to Alex and Dr. Williams.

The fingers kept thrusting in and out of his hole, spreading more slickness, and he grunted when he felt a third finger push inside. It pushed in deep, and it was starting to feel more than nice. He felt his own cock perk up a little at the sensation. The fingers kept moving and thrusting, and Johnny found himself rocking back onto the fingers.

“See that?” Alex remarked, and he laughed. “Are you enjoying this, Johnny?”

“Mmm,” was all he said, closing his eyes as he rocked his hips.

“His cock is starting to harden again. Good. That will certainly make our jobs easier!” Dr. Williams said, sounding pleased.

“Is this because of the hypnosis already?” Alex asked.

“Hmm, no, this first session was just to make sure that he would submit to getting fucked, but making him enjoy it takes more sessions,” Dr. Williams explained. “Either the first session was more effective than I thought, or this is all Johnny.”

Johnny gasped as the three thick fingers pushed in even deeper and he felt Alex’s breath against his ear. “I bet it’s all you, isn’t it?” Alex told him. “I bet all you needed was a real man to show you how good this can feel. I’m gonna enjoy fucking your tight little boypussy.”

“Do you think he’s ready?” Dr. Williams asked.

“Oh, definitely,” Alex replied, then nipped Johnny’s ear before backing off.

Johnny was panting and his ass felt strangely empty. He listened to Alex dealing with his trousers and turned his head to watch.

Alex’s cock was the largest Johnny had ever seen outside of porn, and so thick that the man could barely wrap his hands around it. Alex caught him looking and grinned as he kept pumping his hand up and down. “Just getting it lubed up some more before I plow your ass.”

Johnny just nodded. Alex’s dick was so big, and it was going to go inside of him. He felt a flash of worry. It wouldn’t fit. It would hurt. This was bad. He stood up, and one of Alex’s hands landed on his shoulder before he could move any further.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Alex told him, his eyes boring into Johnny’s.

“Johnny,” Dr. Williams said. “Obey. Relax. Submit. Be a good boy for us. Come on, turn around and lean on the chair.”

Johnny moved to obey. The worry in his mind seemed to float away.

Alex’s hand was still on his shoulder, pushing until Johnny was leaning on the chair with his elbows resting on the seat. “There, stick your ass out for me. Good.”

Johnny started when he felt the blunt head of Alex’s cock press against his slick hole. It felt so much bigger and thicker than his fingers.

“Obey. Relax. Submit,” Dr. Williams told him. “Good boy, Johnny. Obey. Relax. Submit.”

He felt the tip of Alex’s big dick push in, and he gasped when he felt the pain. “Oh!”

Dr. Williams kept repeating the words to him, making Johnny feel more and more relaxed every time he said them. It became easier to detach from the pain, to feel it float away like the worry and anxiety from earlier.

Alex grunted behind him as he pushed his dick in deeper. “Fuck, he’s so tight!”

Johnny felt a hand grab his chin and Dr. Williams raised his head. He blinked up at the man.

Dr. Williams smiled down at him. “If only you could see yourself, Johnny, how empty your eyes are right now. You boys are so pretty like this.”

“Don’t go too far,” Alex said, then grunted as he thrust in deeper. “I want him to feel this.”

“I just did it so he wouldn’t struggle as his hole gets used to its new purpose,” Dr. Williams said, stroking Johnny’s cheek. “I definitely want him to feel you fucking him. Hopefully, he’ll like it as much as you fingering his ass.”

Johnny just kept staring up at Dr. Williams as he dimly felt his ass get filled more and more with a large, thick cock. His mind was fuzzy, and so were the sensations. He felt the cock push in, then pull back so Alex could push in deeper on the next thrust, but he didn’t feel any pain or pleasure from it.

“I’m about halfway in now,” Alex said, and his breathing was ragged. He put both hands on Johnny’s ass cheeks, kneading and groping them before spreading them again.

“Keep going and don’t go too fast.”

Johnny blinked as his ass continued to get filled with fat cock. Dr. Williams kept stroking his face. He was obeying, relaxing and submitting. He was a good boy.

“Okay, Johnny,” Dr. Williams said, tapping one finger against his cheek to get his attention. “You’re being a very good boy, but I want you to come back to me a little more. Just focus on the sensation in your ass, boy. Focus on what it feels like to get fucked.”

Johnny nodded. The fuzziness eased and he gasped when Alex thrust in hard. “Ooh!” He rocked forward along with it. It felt weird, but not bad.

“That’s it, Johnny,” Dr. Williams told him. “Focus on those feelings.”

It was different from the fingers, because the cock was so much thicker and larger, able to go much deeper. The way the cock thrust in and out was different too, so much harder and rougher than the fingers had been.

Alex thrust in deep again, his balls slapping against Johnny’s ass. His next thrust was even deeper and he pressed his chest against Johnny’s back. “Mmm, your tight boypussy feels good,” he murmured into Johnny’s ear.

Johnny shivered, moaning a little at the next thrust. It was so much and he felt a hint of the pleasure he had felt when Alex had used his fingers.

“Focus, Johnny,” Dr. Williams told him. “Focus on how it feels.”

He let out a louder moan at Alex’s next thrust. There was pleasure there, even though it also felt weird. He rocked back, tilting his hips slightly.

Alex chuckled, his breath hot against Johnny’s face. “Yes, your body knows how to move, doesn’t it? Knows how to make it feel good.” He nipped Johnny’s ear as he thrust in hard.

Johnny moaned, closing his eyes. It was feeling good. A big dick was thrusting in and out of his ass, a man was holding him down and fucking him, and it felt good. His own cock was perking up again, getting harder.

“I could pound your little boypussy all day,” Alex grunted. “Soon, you’ll want me to.” His thrusts became faster, harder, even deeper. “Soon, you’ll beg me to.”

Johnny moaned with every thrust. It felt so different from jerking off himself, getting a blowjob, or fucking. It felt so good. “Yes,” he moaned, “yes!” His own hips were rocking back every time Alex thrust in. His body had found the right rhythm.

“Interesting,” Dr. Williams said. “I’ll make a note of this… enthusiastic response in his file. It’ll depend on how the next couple of sessions go, but the investors will want to know about this.”

“You love it, don’t you,” Alex grunted as he kept fucking Johnny. “You love getting your boypussy pounded hard.”

“Yes,” Johnny managed. His own cock was achingly hard, but he needed the support of leaning on both elbows. Otherwise he would’ve reached down to grab his own cock by now.

“Mmm, I’m gonna enjoy training you,” Alex groaned, and his thrusts became faster, slamming into Johnny’s ass.

Johnny moaned, wanting more, wanting it to last, but all too soon, Alex slammed in hard and let out a deep groan as he came. He filled Johnny’s ass with his come.

He stayed where he was when Alex pulled out and stepped back, leaving him empty except for the come that was now starting to seep out.

“That was good,” Alex told him.

Johnny started when Alex spanked his ass once.

“Let’s get him to his room,” Dr. Williams said. “He’ll need some rest. Johnny, you can get up now.”

He stood up, his cock still standing stiff and hard.

Alex chuckled when he noticed. “Damn, you definitely enjoyed it, didn’t you? Don’t worry, next time you’ll probably be able to come just from getting fucked.”

Dr. Williams and Alex led Johnny to a small room with a single bed and a window that overlooked the lawn outside. There was also a wardrobe in the corner and a simple chair.

“This is where you’ll stay, Johnny,” Dr. Williams told him. “We’ll show you around the facilities later, once you’ve had some time to sleep.”

Johnny lay down on the bed, yawning. “I’m tired.”

“Yes, of course you are. You’ve had an intense day.” Dr. Williams turned to Alex. “Use the straps. Not so tight that he can’t move on the bed.”

Johnny enjoyed the softness of the mattress and pillow underneath him, and watched as Alex put black cuffs around his ankles, before he spread Johnny’s legs to attach black straps to them. “What’re those for?” he asked. He felt Dr. Williams put cuffs around his wrists too.

“For your own good,” Dr. Williams assured him, using straps to tie Johnny’s wrists over his head and to the bedposts.

“He’s secure,” Alex said, looking at Dr. Williams.

Johnny wriggled on the bed. He could still move his arms and legs a little, but he felt the tug of the cuffs.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re a good boy.” Dr. Williams walked over the wardrobe, opening it and taking out a grey blanket. Johnny couldn’t see if there was anything else inside. “Get some rest.” Dr. Williams spread the blanket over his body, making sure his feet were cover too. “There, we’ll check up on you later this evening to see how you’re doing. If you’re hungry, we can get you some food then.” He smiled down at Johnny. “Sleep well, boy.”  

Andrew had just had a bad breakup. Like really bad. Like she had changed the locks on the apartment bad. Like she had thrown his stuff in the street bad. Like his car had a TV shaped dent on the roof bad.

And then at the end of it, sweet as sugar, she’d tossed down an envelope and said “oh hey, here’s a little gift 4 u tho. I bought it for ur birthday but u may as well use it.”

What would you have done? Andrew opened it. Inside was a gift certificate for some place called “Focus”. Probably a spa or something. Whatever

After he got the TV off his car roof and his underwear in the trunk, he drove to his buddy Paul’s. Paul put him up, and told him that they’d go out that night. Find something fun to do…some new chick for him to hook up with. For now, Paul had to go to work, but they’d totally go out and get Andrew some ass later

Andrew looked at his pile of stuff. And he looked at the second hand slowly counting off Paul’s workday. Yeah…he needed a distraction

Like maybe that spa card

Yeah, it’s almost be like revenge. Relaxing on her dollar

About half an hour later, Andrew was sitting in a nicely appointed office. It didn’t look too much like a spa, but whatever, lots of places looked generic. And he’d never really actually been to a spa before, so who knows what one was sposda look like

The receptionist ushered him into a room and told Andrew to have a seat. It was a conference room type deal, with about a half dozen chairs and a big mirror on one wall. Weird. Andrew wondered when he was going to get to change into a fluffy robe and get a massage or whatever

A door opened at the far end of the room. Enuff people filed in to fill all the chairs. Most of them were just regular looking men, of all ages and demografics. If they had anything in common…well, truth be told they looked a little faggy. But like..weren’t the guys who worked at a spa supposed to look like that?

One guy, sittin right next to Andrew, he had a clipboard and was wearing a lab coat

“Hi Andrew,” Dr Labcoat said. “I’m going to ask you a few questions to help the room understand u, ok?”

“Sure thing…” Andrew said. Man this was a full service deal

“What do you do for work Andrew?”

“Just retail stuff. I work at a kiosk in the mall selling cell phones”

“And what do u do for fun?”

“Uh…” said Andrew. “Mostly I just hang out with my buddies. We watch a lot of sports an sometimes we hit the gym and get a good pump. I dunno…I used to like to hang with my girl, but she just dumped my ass….”

“Why did she do that Andrew?”

“I dunno! She said I was lazy and I never pitched in an i never cared about nothin or whatever…but I think it was really cuz I’m always lookin at other girls and she knows it…”

“Alright Andrew, I think that’s enough. Please sit quietly for a moment.” Said Dr. Labcoat. He turned to the rest of the table. “As you can see, we’ve got a fairly basic bro here. He’s undiferentiated. We’d like your advice on how to bring him up to spec. The gift certicficate he’s using asks only that he stops ogling women all the time. So of course we brought in this group ;)”

“This is a weird spa…” Andrew said.

“It’s not a spa, Andrew” said Dr Labcoat. “It’s a focus group. These men are going to help create a new you!”

“What?”

“Sit quietly Andrew.”

Andrew sat quietly. He didn’t want to…but there was something about the guy in the Labcoat. Something about the whole room that was bending his reality just a little bit…

“Let’s start with you,” Dr Labcoat pointed at guy somewhere in his mid-forties. Or maybe fifties. The guy was pretty built, and it was making it hard to guess his age.

“I think he needs more discipline in the gym,” said the guy who clearly had plenty himself. “He said he goes to the gym, but Andy doesn’t look like he lifts anything except a six pack of beers.”

“Alright,” Dr Labcoat said. “Let’s say that Andrew goes to the gym…three times a week? And that he lifts heavy and with good form well he’s there?”

“Make it five times” said the gym goer. “And he’ll have to pair that with discipline in the kitchen to get a really great body.”

“Okay, that’s done,” said Dr. Labcoat, marking it down on his clipboard. Andrew didn’t feel any different, but a moment later he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and…holy fuck. He had to have forty pounds of muscle on his frame that weren’t there when he walked in the door.

“Holy Fuck” Andrew said. “Okay…I’m cool with this. Keep it up guys…”

“By all means, lets keep it up” said Labcoat. “What do you suggest?” He asked pointing to a well dressed man in his thirties.

“Well, too be honest, he looks like he shops at the dollar store. I’d improve Andew by making him give a damn about fashion. Not suits and ties…hes too young for that, but he should care about looking good”

So Andrew did. And when he glanced down the table at the mirror, he was almost shocked to see that his body wasn’t in a hoodie and jeans anymore, but in a perfectly fitted deep v-neck t. A glance down showed him trim slacks that cupped his ass nicely. And a pair of freshly shined brown shoes. Combined with his thick muscles, he looked ready to get laid. Andrew grinned at the changes

“And you,” said the doctor, pointing to a grizzled old biker. “What do you suggest?”

“You kno me boy,” said the biker. “I think he should have some tats. Nothin u can cover up with a shirt either”

“Okay,” said Dr Labcoat, noting it down. Andrew stood up and moved toward the mirror, watching a colorful tat spread down up the right side of his neck and out his left sleeve. At first glance it looked like a Celtic design

“How can you do all this?” Andrew asked?

“Oh, starting to ask questions,” said the next guy in line. He looked bookish…maybe like a college prof? “I suggest that Andrew has never really been dumb - he just acts like an oaf because society allows him to. I say that Andrew should really be dumb, used to not quite understanding the world around him.”

“Noted,” said the Labcoat guy. Andrew wasn’t sure what he was writin down, but who cared. He had a sweet bod, awesome tats, and he looks hot. Why worry about shit?“

Next Dr Labcoat turned to this shy looking guy, maybe 22. “What do you suggest?” he asked.

“I think he should have green eyes…”

The whole table burst out laughing.

“What?!” Said the shy dude. “I mean like get-lost-in-them green. Like unnerving green eyes. It’s a thing for me ok?”

“Okay, got it,” said Dr Labcoat. Andrew started to notice that when he made eye contact with someone across the table, they had a hard time looking away from him

“Do you know what goes great with green eyes?” Said the next guy when Andrew made eye contact with him. “Being Spanish. When I was backpacking thru Spain, it was always the green eyes guys who caught my attention”

Dr Labcoat made a note on his pad. Andrew walked toward the mirror again.

“No. But…u can’t just…” he looked at his medateran skin. His hair that was so dark brown it was almost black.

“Andrew, are you okay?” Asked Dr Labcoat.

“Andrés”, the Spanish hunk corrected absentmindedly.

“This just isn’t possible,” he said in a thick Spanish accent.

“We’ll continue then,” said the dr. “One more go around the table”

He pointed back at the gym afectionadio. “What do you suggest?”

“He’s starting to look pretty good to me. But he needs fuller lips. Real big DSLs”

Andrés lips grew more pronounced. “What is dsls?” he asked.

“Stop thinking so much boy” said the college professor.

“Let’s stick to our turns” said Dr Labcoat. He turned to the well dressed man. “What do you suggest?”

“I like this Spanish thing, but I’d like it more if his hair grew out. He’d look like a fashion model with longer hair”

The dr noted it down and Andrés hair grew down to his shoulders. Right now it was loose, but it looked long enuff to tie up into a bun when he worked out.

“And you,” dr Labcoat turned to the biker. “What do u suggest?”

“Well…he’s hot as anything, he’s dumb as a rock, an he’s got tats…I have to say, I think this man needs to be gay as fuck”

Andrés looked closely on the mirror. He didn’t look any…gayer. But then he looked back at the gym rat and he felt his average cock start to inflate.

“Now, it’s actually your turn this time. What do you suggest,” dr Labcoat asked the college prof.

“I suggest that I can see him getting hard over all us at the table, but his bulge isn’t big enuff. I think he should have a big cock, but just small enuff that it’s not painful”

Andrés long cock now pushed uncomfortably in his slacks. He was thick enough, and more than long enuf to hit all the best places in any man he wanted. And tender, he knew instinctively, that he could gently open up a man for the first time

“Done,” said Dr Labcoat. He turned to the shy guy and asked his question. “What do you suggest?”

“Well…he’s got the eyes that I could fall into forever… so could he have like a hypnotic voice. The kinda voice where when he talks u just can’t help but listen and maybe start to agree…”

The Dr smiled and noted down the change. “Alright,” he said. “Andrés, how do you feel about that?”

“I think that maybe u want to kiss me, yes?” Said Andrés, looking at the shy young man with those clear green eyes.

“Y…yes, I do” said the young man.

“Not just yet,” said Dr Labcoat. We have one final request. He turned to the backpacker. “What do you suggest?”

“Mmmmm…I feel like ‘Andrés’ should be a manipulative man. He should love using that body and that incredible voice to make other men his puppets…yeah, that’d be so hot to watch…”

The Dr noted it down on his pad. “Ok… that’s everything” he said.

“Excuse me doctor” said Andrés softly, “I have just one small request. With all of your improvements, well, I think that maybe it is only fair that I get to make a suggestion too…”

“I’m sorry, that’s really not the procedure…”

“But is only fair doctor. I think you are a fair man, yes? A good man? Just one suggestion.”

The doctor seemed to struggle with the idea for a moment before coming around.

“And Andrés, the last call goes to you, what one thing would you want to improve about yourself?” asked the man in the lab coat

Andrés looked around the room, noticing all the hard bulges and rented pants from the focus group. If you were into dudes, and he was VERY into dudes, it was easy to imagine any of them licking his thick cock, bending over to get pounded, or just worshipping his cut body…

“I think I need a harem” said Andrés

Billy seems to be your average, good looking dude from the waist up, but there’s something odd going on below the belt - or Belts you could say. Billy’s overstuffed hammer pants require an entire array of belts to keep them up, and that’s just not normal! Two buds, Kevin and Duke, can’t leave it at that and decide to find out the truth for themselves. Needless to say they find a lot more than they bargained for. 

I’ve had the urge to do some double dong stuff lately, and I really wanted to do a hardcore hyper cock smut, and this was the result.

Want to help support my work? [Check out my Patreon] or [Consider buying me a Ko-Fi]

              Billy was always seen wearing comically oversized sweatpants. The pants were so big on him that it looked like he was wearing Hammer Pants. The sweats were so incredibly oversized that he had to use an array of belts just to keep the damn things up! But there was something else strange. Somehow it looked like he needed those pants to be that huge. Somehow it seemed like there was something in there – something huge and bulky that pressed against the insides of his pant legs as he strode nonchalantly through the campus.

              It finally reached a point where Duke and Kevin had had enough. Their curiosity needed to be sated, and so they resolved to get to the bottom of Billy’s bulbous sweat pants once and for all. The plan was simple, the two buds planned to follow Billy’s trail until the guy made his way to a more private location where they could confront him once and for all, and as it happened they didn’t have to wait long. No more than twenty minutes after they started following Billy, the guy took a look around and casually strode into a nearby restroom – better yet, the restroom in question was the one that attached to the locker rooms that the football team used. Duke, being a quarterback on the team, would look right at home going in and would not arouse any suspicion. Kevin on the other hand being the wirier sort with huge, thick-rimmed glasses stood out like a sore thumb, but he didn’t let that stop him.

              The two friends strode right on into the locker rooms as if they owned the place. They figured if they hurried they could catch Billy before he could slip away, and to an extent their plan played off but not in the way they had expected.

              No sooner had the two friends stepped through the doorway than they found themselves face to face with the man of the hour. Billy was casually leaning against the lockers and staring right at them as if he had been waiting right there for them the whole time.

              “You two really don’t get the finer points of stealth, do you?” Billy remarked wryly. He even through in an exaggerated eye roll for good measure.

              “Y-You knew we were following you?” Duke asked. Duke fit the big, dumb, blond jock stereotype to a T from his beefy calves right on up to his spike-up, frosted tips, and the dumbfounded look of slack-jawed shock that he had on his face wasn’t doing him any favors either.

              “Duh. It’s not like it was hard to see.” Billy replied sarcastically.

              “Then you know why we’re here.” Kevin said as he stepped out from behind his big, beefy buddy’s literal and metaphorical shadow.

              “Yes… I know why you’re here…” Billy replied with an exasperated sigh. He didn’t waste any time. He grumbled a little bit but he set to work undoing the various belts that held his bulky sweat pants in place.

              “What… just like that?” Kevin squeaked incredulously.

              “What? You think you’re the first dudes to get curious? I know by now that it’s easier to just get it over with rather than deal with the hassle of you two dinguses tailing me for who knows how long.” Billy replied.

              Duke and Kevin exchanged a few quick glances as if looking to one another for some indication of how they should proceed, but they were both in unexplored territory. The best either of them had hoped was to catch a peek of Billy as he tried to take a piss. They hadn’t planned on Billy giving them front row seats to the grand unveiling. Fortunately, they weren’t given a chance to start to second guess the situation. Billy had his belts off and on the floor in a matter of mere moments, and once the last belt was unhooked, gravity took over. His sweat pants fell to the floor. The actual motion probably took a fraction of a second once the belts were off, but to the two friends who were watching in awe the moment seemed to stretch on for ages. Time seemed to slow down on that exact second as inch after long, thick, bulky inch of cock spilled out from beneath Billy’s sweatpants. The two friends’ jaws dropped as low as they could go, but they still didn’t drop near as low as Billy’s junk dangled.

              “Why is it so big…?” Duke murmured. It was less a question and more a statement of reverent awe. He was enthralled by the sheer size of Billy’s bait and tackle, but Kevin had a starkly different reaction.

              “T-Two!?” Kevin squeaked in shock. “What!? Why!? How!? You’ve got two!?”

              “Yyyyyyep.” Billy replied casually. He reached down and gave both of his fat cocks a hearty shake which caused both fat schlongs to jiggle enticingly before his captive audience.

              Billy’s dicks weren’t just big. They weren’t just huge. There were MASSIVE!! Either super-sized schlong was the size of one of those stand-up boxing bags at the campus gym. Each fat cock was thicker around than Billy’s entire waist! Both massive dongs had to be at least three feet long. In fact, they were longer than Billy’s legs! Had it not been for his massive, sagging sack which his double dragons had to droop over, this tips of Billy’s dicks would have easily rested on the floor beneath, and speaking of Billy’s enormous nut sack, that was a spectacle to behold in and of itself. The entire sack was easily the size of a plush, La-Z-Boy recliner, but that wasn’t even the most astounding part. The way it bulged out made it plainly obvious that Billy had some enormous nuts tucked away in his ball pouch. Each massive orb was easily double the size of Billy’s head! Each enormous teste was almost as big as a beach ball, and when you consider that there was a grand total of four of the fantastic cojones cramped inside of Billy’s bulging ball sack it made sense that his pouch was as huge as it was.

              Billy smirked at his two would-be stalkers as he stepped out of his sweat pants and began to pull his t-shirt up and over his head. Soon he was completely nude with both his lean, lithe body, and his super-sized set of schlongs on display for his studio audience.

              “Now then… I’ve given you what you wanted so how about you do something for me?” Billy said slyly.

              “W-what…?” Kevin replied meekly.

              “What do you mean ‘what’? You know how it works. Quid Pro Quo. I scratch your sack, you scratch mine. That’s fair, right?” Billy replied playfully. His smirk had grown into a smug, saucy grin by this point, and his crystal blue eyes practically sparkled with impish glee.

              “What do you want us to do…?” Kevin asked uncertainly.

              “Oh. Nothing you don’t already want to do.” Billy replied playfully.

              “That is not at all helpful.” Kevin replied.

              “Then maybe you shouldn’t be asking me. Go ask your buddy there. He seems to know what’s up.” Billy responded with a sly smirk. He then nodded towards Duke to indicate that Kevin should look at his friend.

              Kevin quickly complied, and what he saw made him gasp. Duke was already down to his skivvies! The big, beefy football star had shed his clothes and was quickly stripping completely nude. Duke seemed like a man possessed. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Billy’s behemoths. Even as he stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face when his foot got caught as he tried to step out of his underwear, he still couldn’t focus on anything other than Billy’s enormous cocks and balls. In a matter of seconds, Duke was completely naked and starting to trek towards Billy’s cocks like a shambling zombie on the hunt for brains. Duke didn’t even seem aware of anything that was happening around him other than how amazing Billy’s dicks were.

              Kevin was given the best view of his life. He had always thought Duke was hot as hell, but he never in his wildest dreams believed that he would get the chance to see his big, beefy buddy in all his naked glory. Duke’s thick pecs bulged out like a shelf in front of him. His chiseled, sculpted abs seemed to flex all on their own. The toned V of his Adonis Belt pointed straight down to his rock hard dick, and even Duke’s dick was quite the sight to behold. It wasn’t the longest cock Kevin had ever seen – even excluding the present company. In fact, it was a bit on the short side. Duke’s four-inch rod seemed a little out of place on his six-foot-six muscle-stacked bod and looked even smaller sitting atop his huge, tightly packed ball sack, but what Duke’s dick lacked in length it made up for in girth. Duke’s short rod was as thick as a can of shaving cream! And as duke continued his trek towards his current object of obsession, Kevin was given an even more amazing view. Duke’s backside was just as beefy as the rest of him! His back muscles were so defined that Kevin could pinpoint and name each and every muscle group as they bulged out from Duke’s beefy frame, but what was no doubt the best part was Duke’s beefy butt.  Duke’s ass was thick as hell! His brawny muscles complimented his own natural bubbly backside to make the largest, roundest ass Kevin had ever seen. It didn’t seem possible for anyone to have an ass that fine, and the cute little dimples on the sides of Duke’s butt cheeks just sweetened the deal. Kevin already knew he needed to tap that ass someday, but he had other issues to attend to first.

              Try as he might to convince himself otherwise, Kevin was seriously considering joining in the fun. It wasn’t every day you find a dong that’s nearly as big as you are, and it’s even rarer to find TWO of them. To make matters worse, the way that Duke was now holding the big, puffy head of one of Billy’s massive cocks in both of his hands as he licked and nuzzled against the tip of it was so damn hot that Kevin knew he needed to get out of his own jeans before he creamed all over them.

              Kevin muttered something under his breath that was unintelligible even to him and quickly started undoing the buttons on his flannel plaid shirt. He hastily pulled the garment up and over his head after only undoing a mere three buttons and chucked the shirt aside like an old, soggy towel. Kevin didn’t even wait ‘til he got his jeans off before making the trek. He hopped and hobbled on one foot as he kicked the jeans off his other leg, and once his foot was free, he began the same process all over again on the other leg. By the time he was standing directly in front of Billy, Kevin was clad in nothing but his boxer shorts and socks. Kevin’s boxer shorts left nothing to the imagination, and that was less a matter of the cut of them and more a matter of the steady stream of pre that had been oozing out the tip of his cock. His shorts were now so soaked that they had become fully transparent and clung to his cock like a second skin. The entire shape and size of Kevin’s cock was clearly visible to everyone, but nobody seemed to be focused on Kevin’s six-inch spire – not when there were a pair of three foot schlongs sitting right in front of him.

              “Come on. No need to be shy. I’ve got one for each of you.” Billy goaded Kevin on playfully. He reached down with both hands and jostled his chubbed up cock enticingly in front of Kevin’s eyes as he did so. The massive meat lolled and wobbled about erotically before Kevin’s very eyes. Kevin couldn’t explain it. Billy’s dick was just so fantastic that he couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch it. Just being this close to such an amazing cock was almost more than he could take. Kevin felt like he could cum at any moment. His dick shuddered in anticipation. His cock was already lurching and preparing to spurt, and his balls were already pulling up against the base of his cock.

              Kevin placed a hand gingerly against the tip of Billy’s massive cock. It was so soft and warm to the touch. It felt so great against his fingertips that he needed more. He needed to feel it against his lips. He needed to taste it on his tongue, but more importantly he needed to…

              “Oh… f…fuck…” Kevin whined. He couldn’t stop it even though he desperately wanted to. He hadn’t even had a chance to shirk his shorts yet. Kevin was so wracked with orgasmic bliss that he stumbled forward. His legs felt like jelly and were on the verge of giving out from under him, and then they did just that. As Kevin fell forward he grabbed onto the only thing in range with which he could steady himself – Billy’s colossal, semi-boned cock! He latched onto Billy’s swelling schlong with both arms, and then his body took control. Even without realizing he was doing it, Kevin began to grind his hips against Billy’s hardening dick as he came and came and came again. Kevin had never come so much in his life. He couldn’t believe how much there was spewing from his balls, but he couldn’t focus on that. He could feel Billy’s already enormous cock getting bigger and thicker in his very arms. The feeling of which just made him cum harder and harder.

              Finally, Kevin was so overcome with orgasmic bliss that he couldn’t even hold on. His arms felt like putty and his grip slipped. He slipped backwards on the damp tile and landed flat on his ass. It didn’t take him long to regain some modicum of his senses as he stared up in awe at the massive cock which now loomed before him. Billy’s cock was now fully hard, and pre was dribbling down from the tip of the massive shaft. Each small droplet of pre from Billy’s colossal cock was the size of a water balloon and splashed down with a similar intensity. With each drip from Billy’s monstrous cock, Kevin got even more saturated in the slick juices. Kevin was quickly getting coated in the stuff, but he didn’t mind. He loved every second of it. He loved the warmth, the feel, the taste. He loved being bathed in the stuff and he wanted more.

              Kevin scrambled to his feet, and this time he finished what he started and pulled off his cum-soaked boxer shorts. Kevin haphazardly chucked them aside and once against stood before Billy and his massive cocks. Kevin’s cock was coated in his own jizz. It was the largest, messiest load of his life, but even so his cock still did not seem ready to go down. Kevin was as hard as ever.

              Kevin balked for a moment as he stared down the towering spire of Billy’s magnificent cock. It was even larger than he remembered. Billy’s cocks were easily three feet and some change when soft, but even at his massive size, Billy was more of a grower than a shower! The cock which now loomed before Kevin was so huge that it blew him away all over again. It was so massive that the head of the behemoth stood even higher off the ground than Kevin’s own head!

              “Oh come on. Don’t tell me you need more motivation.” Billy chided playfully. “Come on, your buddy has the right idea.”

              Kevin glanced over to see Duke going at it with Billy’s other cock. Duke was so tall – or maybe it is more precise to say that Billy’s cock was so massive – that the head of Billy’s cock was the perfect level for the towering football stud to lock lips with as he wrapped his beefy arms around the massive shaft as if giving the huge cock an enormous bear hug, but there was more at work than simply a hug. While Duke kissed and sucked and licked every inch of the massive, spongy head of the colossal cock he could reach, the rest of Duke’s body went to work giving Billy’s person-sized schlong a full-body hand job. Duke put every muscle in his burly body to work in stroking Billy’s massive cock for all it was worth.

              Kevin knew he would have to work hard to come anywhere near giving Billy’s other cock the level of attention that Duke was giving the first one. Kevin didn’t have near the size or strength that Duke had. Kevin couldn’t even look Billy’s monster right in the eye. The tip of Billy’s enormous cock loomed over Kevin’s head. Kevin had to stand up on his tippy-toes just to latch onto the massive cockhead, but he didn’t let that deter him. What he lacked in size and strength he made up for in determination.

              Kevin wrapped his arms around the head of the monstrous cock and pulled it down towards him. Billy’s cock was rock hard and didn’t seem to be interested in bowing to anyone – let alone a scrawny little nerd like Kevin, but Kevin wasn’t about to be outdone. Though it made his muscles ache, he pulled down Billy’s colossal cock until the beast angled right at Kevin’s face. Kevin found himself face to face with Billy’s one-eyed monster, and what a beast it was! The pre-drooling slit was almost as long as Kevin’s whole head. The bottom of the drooling maw was even with Kevin’s chin, and the top of it reached all the way up to his forehead. Huge droplets of pre the size of softballs dripped out of the tip. The sight and the smell was amazing. Kevin couldn’t hold back. He threw himself face first into the task of pleasing that amazing dick. He buried his face into the enormous cock head. His nose sunk straight into the slit so deep that he could feel the warm flash of Billy’s cock against his lips and forehead. Pre flooded his mouth and dribbled off his chin and he nuzzled deeply against the soft, spongy tip. It was less like Kevin was making out with the cock and more like he was burying his face into a soft pillow, but Billy seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless. Kevin could feel the warm, thick tissue of Billy’s cock head puff up excitedly as Kevin nuzzled against it.

              Kevin didn’t have near the wingspan that duke did. Duke could easily wrap his entire arms around Billy’s secondary schlong, but Kevin could only just barely get his fingers to meet on the opposite end. Full body hand-jobs the like of which Duke was giving Billy’s entire colossal shaft were outright impossible for Kevin, but he had his own tricks he could use. Billy’s cock had was amazingly sensitive to the touch, and Kevin was not about to let that little tidbit go to waste. As he nuzzled and licked and suckled every inch of flesh of Billy’s overstimulated cock tip that he could reach, Kevin also began to dig his fingers into the spongy flesh. He massaged the soft flesh as if he was making a fresh batch of pizza dough. He stroked and kneaded every inch that his fingers could reach, and his hard work was met with shudders of arousal coursing through Billy’s cock and moans of bliss escaping Billy’s throat.

              Both Kevin and Duke were too busy giving their respective monster cock the loving it deserved to recognize changes happening in their own body. Kevin had thought he had spotted something off with Duke’s dick when he had watched Duke make out with Billy’s cock, but he had not stopped long enough to ponder what it all meant. Even now as Kevin caressed and kissed Billy’s other cock Kevin could feel something strange down below, but he was too enthralled by Billy’s dicks to pay any mind to his own even as the waves of pure pleasure coursed through his cock with such intensity that he ran the risk of creaming himself all over again at any second.

              As it happened, Billy was actually the next to cum. Billy writhed and moaned as he leaned back against the lockers. His twin colossal cocks bucked and lurched so hard that they almost knocked his two adoring fans clear off their feet – almost. Both Duke and Kevin held fast against the onslaught and it wasn’t until both ate a gigantic jet of jizz to the face that they realized how close they had gotten to making Billy bust his colossal nut. Duke managed to brace himself and stand strong in the face of the torrent of jizz that inundated him, but Kevin was nowhere near as fortunate. The second the first spurt of spunk shot him square in the face, Kevin slipped backwards on the Pre-slicked tiles and went sprawling flat on his ass where he remained in a state of half-hormone addled awe and half-winded shock as spurt after thick, massive spurt of cum covered him from head to toe.

              As Kevin lay there he couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his cock and stroke it for all it was worth. He was just so damn horny. He had never felt so hot and bothered before. Even as he came and came and his own wads mixed and mingled with the thick layer of spunk that Billy had doused him with Kevin kept tugging at his own fairly modest dick, but even through the haze of sex that clouded his mind he could feel that something was strange. With each stroke he could feel the length of the path his hand took as it glided up and down his shaft get ever so slightly longer, but it wasn’t just that. His cock actually felt thicker with each passing pump… and there was something else… something he couldn’t quite put his finger on through the haze that clouded his mind.

              As Kevin continued to stroke his cock, he could feel his dick get so thick that it quickly became too fat for him to wrap his fingers around. It seemed like it was growing thicker faster than it was growing longer, but in his horny state he couldn’t even think about what that could mean. Even as he stroked his thickening cock with one hand and played with his swelling balls with the other he couldn’t quite make any sense of what he was feeling. He could feel his balls getting bigger and heavier in his hand, but that wasn’t quite all. As he gripped one of his nuts and gently played with the sensitive sphere between his thumb and forefinger he could actually feel them changing shape. They were quickly changing from their standard spherical shape to something more akin to peanuts. As he played with his nuts he could feel that they still felt mostly round, but somehow they seemed narrower in the middle. In fact, his cock felt much the same way. The puffed up ridge along the underside of his dick seemed to have a deepening groove forming down the middle almost as if he had two ridges side by side instead of just the one down the center, and that didn’t make send at all.

              Kevin’s confusion slowly overrode his euphoric state. Finally, it got to the point where just feeling his changing cock and balls was not enough. He had to see it too. Kevin quickly wiped the cum from his eyes and glanced down at his crotch to see the changes firsthand, and what he saw took his breath away. It was so surreal. It was so bizarre. It was so… damn… hot!!

              Kevin gasped in shock. His cock gave a lurch of excitement. What he was seeing was so amazing that he almost creamed himself all over again. His cock was huge! It’s wasn’t just long, it was thick as hell, and that was only the tip of the iceberg. His dick had two tips to it! He had one solid cock, but it looked like it had two shafts in one sleeve. He had two schlongs side by side which were conjoined by a narrow strip of flesh making his double-thick dong look much like those double-sticked frozen popsicles he loved as a kid. Kevin still only had one foreskin, but out from the beneath the clumped up ring of foreskin at the end of his dick stuck two separate, puffy glandes. Each cock head had its own slit which were both oozing pre like a faucet.

              Beneath Kevin’s double-sided dong he could see his balls were also experiencing a similar change. His nuts had swollen up considerably, but that was only the beginning. His balls now looked less like walnuts and more like oversized peanuts! Either of his ‘balls’ now looked like they were two separate spheres which had been stuck together like a couple of soap bubbles. His nuts looked much like Pom bottles, and they weren’t much smaller than some either! Even just one of his Siamese-stones was enough to fill the palm of his hand.

              As Kevin watched in awe as his cocks and balls steadily pulled apart. The spheres slowly separated, and the narrow band of skin that connected the two shafts together became ever so slightly thinner with each passing moment until finally it was paper thin, and then something stranger happened.

              The narrow strip of flesh between his dicks completely pulled apart. It split right down the center, but it didn’t hurt at all. The flesh didn’t tear in the traditional sense. Rather it was as if it had been separate this whole time and just finally managed to unstick themselves from the other. It was almost like his two cocks had been glued together and the glue that bound them together finally dissolved allowing his two dicks to flop about as they were meant to. It felt breathtakingly liberating. It was almost as if he had had two cocks his whole life and only now were they free to act independently of each other.

              Kevin couldn’t help but explore this new development. He grabbed a thick, foot-long dong with each hand and began stroking them. He could feel each cock independently of the other. He could feel his right hand on his right cock and his left hand stroking his left cock. He could feel the way both fat schlongs filled their respective palm and then some. His dicks were now so massive that they were almost as long as his forearm and easily as thick as his wrist, and below his twin dicks dangled four full balls – each enlarged teste easily the size of a baseball and then some. Kevin was so fascinated by his new additions that he couldn’t help himself. He went to town tugging on his twin cocks. He stroked them faster and faster all the while staring at his dicks. He was oblivious to everything around him. He didn’t even notice Billy leaning back and smirking as Kevin fervently played with himself.

              Kevin felt his four huge nuts begin to pull up. He felt his two massive cocks shudder in the palms of his hands. He watched as the two puffy heads of his twin cocks flared up and prepared to shoot, but Kevin couldn’t even focus enough to try and hold back. He couldn’t even think about keeping his wad down. All he could focus on was how amazing it was to have two enormous cocks!

              It was only a matter of seconds afterwards when Kevin’s dicks inevitably blew. His cocks gave a hard lurch – hard enough to shake completely free of his already tenuous grasps on both shafts. Cum shot from the tip of his two cocks like foam from a high school science fair volcano. The twin spurts of jizz slammed straight into Kevin’s face and splashed against his cheeks. Try as he might he just couldn’t seem to catch the loads in his mouth. He was being greedy and trying to catch both at once, but in the end he didn’t succeed in catching either. That wasn’t to say he didn’t get a mouthful though. His face was quickly coated in cum. The jizz oozed down his cheeks and seeped into his mouth. The warm, thick spunk quickly covered his tongue and dripped down his throat.

              Kevin couldn’t tell long he had been cumming. By the time his two schlongs stopped spurting, Kevin was too exhausted and addled to really count. All he could do was flop back on the cum-coated tiles and bask in the feeling of Billy’s thick loads lapping against his body while his own heavy wads dripped from his face. Kevin would have been happy if he had never come down from that high, but all good things must come to an end, and eventually even Kevin slowly came to his senses.

              Kevin propped himself up on his elbows and looked around. Billy had taken a seat on one of the benches and was smirking from ear to ear as he watched Kevin enjoy himself, and Duke apparently had had some fun with his own newly formed cocks as well. Duke’s twin dicks were by no means short anymore. They had gone from a slightly short but exceedingly thick four-inch chodes to a pair of impressive eight-inchers that were now every bit as beefy as Duke’s brawny forearms, and Duke’s heavy nuts had experienced impressive growth two. Each and every one of Duke’s four balls were now the size of a large grapefruit. His massive cojones filled out every last inch of his tight sack which was now so huge Duke had to walk bow-legged to accommodate his newly-enlarged nuts. Kevin couldn’t focus on his pal’s impressive cocks for too long though – not when there was an even more marvelous set of specimens standing before him. Kevin quickly turned his attention to Billy and his two person-sized schlongs and once again began salivating and the thought of servicing those amazing cocks.

              Kevin shakily climbed to his feet and slowly slogged his way through the two-inch deep muck until he was once again standing face to face with one of Billy’s monsters. Kevin had already cum so much that he was exhausted. He could barely stand. His legs felt like jelly, but his cocks were rock hard.

              “Ready for more?” Billy asked playfully.

              Kevin hesitated for a moment. He actually pulled his hand back ever so slightly and balked at the thought. Was he really ready for more…? Maybe… but he had some questions first.

              “If we do it again… will they… will they double again?” Kevin asked uncertainly. His voice was an odd mix of excitement and trepidation. Not even he was sure if he was excited or terrified by the prospects. He already had two foot-long cocks. What would happen next?

              “Want to find out?” Billy responded impishly.

The plug inside Gino’s ass seemed, for a moment, to vibrate. He let out a load moan that rattled around the locker room, and then he felt a sudden increase of pressure in his nuts. It felt like he hadn’t cum for a year, even though he’d spent the last several minutes spewing gallons of jizz everywhere.

His cock and balls grew even more rapidly in the next several seconds, almost doubling in size before the next climax ignited. Gino’s nuts made an audible sloshing sound and the thick blast from the end of his cock was enough to launch the smooth twink backward across the floor. He ended up pinned against a bench while his junk continued to expand with every shot, until the sheer size and mass of his balls shoved the lockers and benches aside. Cum splattered the ceiling the rain back down in thick, goopy drops. Gino finally passed out while his dick continued to throb and twitch and spray.

Some time later- minutes or hours, Gino couldn’t tell- he drifted up from his unconsciousness just enough to hear voices.

“Congratulations,” one of them said. “Your alpha twink project seems to be quite a success. I think we’re ready for phase two testing… Deploy the plugs to our other gyms. Make sure the staff are aware of the subject parameters we need. Huge muscles, tiny dicks.”

“What about this one?” another voice asked.

I new hyper donger fic for you fans of that, Although this one is focused less on the cock and more on a special twist. Aidan has long had a thing for his best buddy, but has only dared confess those feelings in his dreams. Something strange is afoot this morning though. Why is Aidan’s friend, Derek, behaving like he is, and who is this ‘we’ he keeps referring to?

Keep reading

Aidan knew he was dreaming. He was trapped in that strange half-awake lucid state where he knew everything going on around him was fake, but he desperately wished it was real. The longing was so palpable it made his heart ache, but even as he pleaded with the dream world to stay with him, he could feel the memories slipping away even as he lived out the moment. The sights and sounds blurred and blended until all that remained was the aching in his chest.

              Aidan awoke to the smell of bacon cooking in the other room. Even in his half-awake stupor he found it strange. For starters, he lived alone, and his small dorm room didn’t even have a kitchen. It didn’t even have a hot pad to cook stuff on! As he slowly came to his senses, he realized that this was definitely not the dorm he had fallen asleep in. The large, plush, king-sized bed was a far cry from the narrow, stiff little slab they called a bed back in the dorm room.

              Aidan propped himself up in bed. Even before he sat all the way up, he knew something was off. His legs felt so sluggish and heavy. It was almost as if they were pinned down by something heavy. The pressure of the massive object weighing down on his legs had caused his legs to fall asleep on him, and now his legs felt like they were full of sand and made of radio static. Something was definitely off, but he chalked it up to the heavy blankets that covered his body and focused his attention on the smells and sounds coming from the other room.

              “Hello?” Aidan called out to whoever might be in the other room.

              “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Came the reply. Aidan recognized the voice of his buddy Derek immediately, but there was something odd. The voice sounded like it came from multiple places at once. It was almost like there was an echo coming from the other room, but instead of fading out with each iteration, the greetings were just as clear each time.

              Aidan was just about to throw off the covers and hop out of bed when his pal Derek poked his head in from the other room. “Don’t get up. We’ll bring your food to you,” he said. Something about the comment struck Aidan as odd. ‘We’? Was there someone else there with them?

              Aidan didn’t have time to think too much about it though because Derek was already striding over towards the bed to serve him his breakfast, and there was something about Derek that made Aidan immediately forget everything he had been thinking about. With the exception of a lacy apron that barely reached down to his thighs, Derek was completely naked!

              Derek seemed to notice Aidan gawking at him. “Like what you see? We picked it out just for you, Master,” Derek said saucily. What Derek said made Aidan do a mental double take, and not just because of the second usage of the word “we”.

              “M-master!?” Aidan sputtered.

              “Yes. You are our master and we are here to serve you,” Derek explained with a devious smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

              Something about hearing his buddy call him master drove Aidan wild. Aidan had never in his wildest dreams imagined a scenario where anyone – let alone Derek – would treat him like that, but here he was, lying back in a plush bed being treated to breakfast by one of the hottest guys he had ever met who seemed intent at serving Aidan at every beck and call.

              Aidan’s mind was racing. He wasn’t sure what to focus on first. Should he push the issue? Part of him was curious, but part of him didn’t want to risk ruining the fantasy. For all he knew this was some prank being played on him by his pal… but if it was a prank, what a smoking hot prank it was! Derek’s toned, tanned body was openly on display. The small apron left nothing to the imagination. Derek’s toned pecs poked out the sides of the apron giving Aidan a clear view of those hot pecs and cute nipples. Aidan could even catch a glimpse of Derek’s heavy balls dangling below the lower hem of the short apron. Aidan found himself staring at the bottom of Derek’s apron, hoping to catch a glimpse of something else, but the object of Aidan’s fixation didn’t seem to hang as low as Derek’s nuts.

              “Looking for something, Master?” Derek asked impishly.

              Aidan didn’t know what to say. He had been caught trying to catch a peek at his pal’s cock. Should he own up to it? Should he play it off? Neither option seemed like a good idea, but in the end, it didn’t even matter.

              “Is this what you wanted to see?” Derek asked. He set the plate of bacon aside on a nearby table and then reached down and slowly lifted the bottom of his apron up. Aidan could do nothing but watch in awe as more and more of Derek’s big balls came into view. Now that he had a better view of them, it was amazing just how large they really were. Either enormous orb was the size of a softball! But it wasn’t long before Aidan found something else to fixate on. Soon, Aidan could see the base of Derek’s thick shaft slip into view. Aidan’s eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as he saw just the base of Derek’s cock. It was thick! Impossibly thick! It was almost as thick as Derek’s wrist! And as Derek lifted his apron higher and higher, Aidan could see inch after massive inch of his huge cock spill into view. Soon it became apparent why Aidan hadn’t noticed Derek’s huge cock earlier. Derek’s apron had been tied around his midriff and with it, Derek’s massive hard-on had been pinned to his sculpted abs.

              “Still need more, Master?” Derek asked playfully. Aidan didn’t even reply. He couldn’t. All he could do was gawk at his pal’s huge cock. Aidan had never in his wildest dreams imagined his pal could be so hung!

              Aidan continued to watch in awe as Derek undid the knot in the back of his apron and then pulled the entire garment off leaving him fully nude. His massive cock was left to flop free for Aidan to see every last glorious inch of it. Now that Aidan could see the whole thing he was once again struck by how huge it was. As Derek’s rod stood straight and tall, Aidan could see that it poked up even past Derek’s belly button! His cock almost reached the top row of his sculpted six-pack!

              “You look hungry, Master, but it doesn’t seem like the bacon will be enough for you,” Derek teased. He then wiggled his hips which caused his massive cock and heavy nuts to sway enticingly before Aidan’s eyes.

              “That’s right,” Derek cooed. “We’ll give you something even better.”

              There was the “we” again, but Aidan was too entranced by Derek’s cock to realize it. All Aidan could think about was how much he wanted that cock in his mouth or in his ass. He was transfixed on that fabulous dick as Derek strode steadily closer. Soon, Derek was so close that Aidan could practically taste that pre-drooling cock. Aidan sat up in bed and leaned forward to wrap his lips around his pal’s fantastic cock. It was so huge that Aidan had to open his mouth as far as it would go and still it was difficult for him to get it in, but he was not about to be deterred so easily. The feeling of his pal’s fat cock head rubbing across his tongue and the taste of his buddy’s pre was enough to make any discomfort of his jaw completely negligible. He leaned forward and took more and more of his pal’s cock into his mouth. He could feel his throat having to open wider to allow his buddy’s enormous cock to slide deeper and deeper, but that just added to the eroticism of the moment. Aidan could actually feel how deep down his throat his pal’s cock was digging, and he was amazed he could take it. Aidan had expected to barely be able to get the head it, but soon he was so deep down his best-friend’s rod that his chin was buried in Derek’s ball sack.

              Aidan settled into a rhythm. He glided back and forth along the length of his pal’s massive cock. He would lean back so far that the puffy head of his buddy’s big dick filled his mouth and then once more then forward until he was once more face down in his pal’s crotch. It felt like heaven, and the soft massage of Derek’s fingers running through his hair just made the already amazing moment even more sensual. There was just one thing that was missing… As amazing as Derek’s cock was, there was still only just the one. Aidan’s ass felt so empty. A sense of longing filled Aidan. His hands reached around back and began to play with his own ass, but still it wasn’t enough. Even as he dug his fingers into his own tight hole he craved more.

              “It looks to us like we need to give you even more,” Came Derek’s voice, but somehow, even though Aidan had his chin buried in Derek’s balls, Derek’s voice was coming from across the room. Aidan was so shocked and confused that for a brief moment Derek’s amazing cock lost its allure. Aidan pulled back off Derek’s cock and glanced towards the voice he had just heard, and there was Derek, casually leaning against the doorframe leading to the other room.

              Aidan’s jaw dropped. There was not one but two Dereks!? How was that even possible? His mind was racing. Was this a dream? That had to be it, but it felt so real. His jaw still ached from being open so wide to handle such a huge cock. He could still taste his pal’s cock and pre on his tongue. He could still smell the bacon on the plate across the room. There was no way this was a dream, but then how was this possible?

              It was then that pieces of last night’s dream started to resurface. In it he had finally confessed his feelings for his best friend and Derek had enthusiastically returned his affections. The two of them had rolled in the sheets and kissed until dawn. Their cocks grinded against each other for hours, and yet Aidan had wanted more. He needed more, and as he begged whatever deity may be listening to grant him more, he could feel it happening. Derek had his arms wrapped around him and Derek’s fingers were running through Aidan’s hair, but there was another pair of hands. These hands reached down and gripped and groped Aidan’s bubbly butt.

              Aidan had been taken aback, but only for a moment. He had stared down at his now four-armed best pal, and in the moment, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Things didn’t stay like that for long though. Derek began to move, and as he moved, it began to get harder and harder for Aidan to comprehend what he was seeing. One set of arms seemed to be moving independently of the main body. It stopped seeming like Derek had four arms, and instead started to seem as if two Dereks were occupying the exact same space. Derek took a step back, leaving another Derek where he had just been standing a moment ago.

              This was the point in the dream where Aidan had become completely aware that it was a dream, but he didn’t want it to end. He longed desperately for it to continue even as he felt himself starting to wake up. As Aidan slowly slipped back into consciousness he could feel the first Derek plant a kiss on his lips while the second Derek rested his head on Aidan’s shoulder, and in the last second of his dream Aidan was sure that he felt a third set of arms hug him from behind…

              With his memories of the dream restored to him, Aidan still didn’t know how two Dereks had come to be in his home. Aidan had always been told that if you believe hard enough your dreams could become reality, but he always thought people were referring to things like making it as a movie star or landing your dream job – not multiplying your friend into your own personal brothel!

              “We think it’s time the real fun began,” The second Derek said with a smirk as he eyed the still-covered lower half of Aidan’s body which was still had heavy blankets draped over it. Aidan wasn’t entirely sure what Derek had in mind, but Aidan had his hopes. As Aidan’s mind raced with lewd and lurid thoughts, however, nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. The first Derek reached down and flung the covers clear off of him leaving Aidan fully exposed for the twin Dereks to admire.

              Aidan was once again shocked by what he saw. The weight that had been baring down on his legs – the weight which he had assumed was from the blankets – was actually his own cock and balls! His package was enormous! His colossal balls were the size of yoga balls. His nut sack was as wide as the king-sized bed he was lying in! His cock was as wide as his shoulders and longer than his legs, and it wasn’t even fully hard yet! To say Aidan was confused would be an understatement. He couldn’t remember all of his dream, but he was sure he hadn’t had such a huge cock in it. Yet despite the shock and confusion he couldn’t deny how amazing it look, and that’s to say nothing about how it felt. His super-sized semi was overly sensitive. It felt fantastic to the touch, and there was so much of it. It was as if he had a whole second body that was bristling with pleasure from head to toe. He couldn’t wait to get some fun out of his newly enhanced cock.

              Aidan could have sat there admiring his cock for ages, but the duo of Dereks had other ideas for him. The sidled up beside him, one on either side, and slipped a hand under his arms and helped him up onto his knees so that he was standing on his knees atop the mattress. Aidan was lost in bliss as both of his best friends licked and suckled at both napes of his neck at the same time. He would have been happy to stay like that for a while, but the duo was on the move in no time at all. The first Derek moved around to Aidan’s front, and the second moved around to the back. The first Derek stood up on the mattress. His huge cock was once again positioned for Aidan to suck on, and Aidan wasted no time in doing just that. His mouth and throat felt strangely empty without that massive cock deep inside of it.

              Aidan was in heaven. Once again, his pal’s big cock proved to be the perfect thing for his mouth. The second his lips touched the tip of his pal’s huge dick, Aidan knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until Derek’s cock was once again balls deep down his throat, but Aidan had only just begun to enjoy once again having his buddies cock in his mouth when he was alerted to a new sensation around back. It seemed the second Derek wasn’t satisfied just being a passive observer. He had already tenderly wrapped his arms around Aidan’s torso and was lining up his cock with Aidan’s expectant hole. The second Aidan felt the tip of the second Derek’s cock pressing against his tight hole Aidan knew he needed to feel more of it. Fortunately, Derek had no intention of stopping so soon.

              Despite having a mouth that was filled to the brim with cock, a soft moan managed to slip past Aidan’s lips as he felt his other buddy’s big dick sliding into him. Aidan was no stranger to a little anal play, but this was more than he had ever experienced in more ways than one. Not only was Derek’s dick bigger than even the largest dildo that Aidan had in his collection, but Derek’s rigid cock also didn’t play by Aidan’s rules. Aidan normally took his time to slowly work his toys in before he really went to town, but Derek didn’t have that kind of patience. He plunged his huge cock deep into Aidan’s hungry ass. Aidan didn’t even have a chance to be shocked by the sudden intrusion. He was too busy writhing in ecstasy at the feeling of having that huge cock hit that sweet spot deep inside of him. It was as if Derek’s cock was the perfect size to please his eager ass.

              Aidan couldn’t imagine anything being more amazing than how he felt at that moment. He could feel and taste his pal’s massive cock in his mouth and feel his other buddy’s big dick hitting that sweet spot deep in his ass. All the while he could feel the Derek in front of him gently running his fingers through his hair and feel the Derek behind him gently nuzzling and kissing the nape of his neck. Aidan was in such a state of bliss that he hardly noticed that his own colossal cock was being left unattended, but that didn’t last for long.

              “It seems there’s just enough holes for us to fill,” came Derek’s voice. Even in his hormonal addled state, Aidan knew something was off. For starters Derek’s voice seemed to be coming from so far away despite the fact that both Dereks were balls deep inside one of Aidan’s cock-hungry holes, but it was a mystery for another moment. Aidan was too busy enjoying the situation to think on the matter, but one way or the other, the truth was revealed soon after.

              “That’s right. Master has three holes to be filled,” The Derek who was balls deep in Aidan’s mouth concurred.

              “And there are three of us,” the Derek behind Aidan added.

              Now Derek knew he needed to see this. He managed to struggle against his own arousal and state of bliss long enough to glance towards the open doorway to his bedroom. There, standing in the doorway was a third Derek. This one was every bit identical to the two who were currently intertwined with Aidan – even down to the huge hard-on he was sporting! That solved one mystery. There were now three Dereks! But that didn’t answer the other question. What was this mysterious third hole they were alluding to?

              Again, the answer soon became apparent as the third Derek strode up towards the foot of the bed. Even though the trio of two Dereks and an Aidan were nuzzling together towards the head of the bed, Aidan’s cock was so massive that it jutted out all the way towards the foot of the bed and even hung over the foot of the bed some! In fact, his cock was so huge that the puffy head of his fully-boned cock was completely off the mattress and was drooling pre onto the floor below as if begging for someone to take care of its needs too. Fortunately, the new Derek was more than happy to oblige.

              Aidan was shocked at what he was seeing and what he was feeling. The newest Derek was lining his dick up against the slit of Aidan’s colossal cock. Aidan could actually feel Derek’s big dick teasing the lips of his humongous pre-drooling cock. Aidan had never in his life imagine slipping something into his cock – let alone letting someone else slip their dick inside of his – but now that he could feel the tip of Derek’s cock sliding into his own massive cock, Aidan knew he needed it.

              It was something Aidan had never experienced before. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined it would feel so good, but as Derek’s thick dick slid deeper and deeper into Aidan’s own colossal cock. Aidan’s massive cock was soon filled to the brim with Derek’s dick. Aidan could feel Derek’s huge nuts slapping against the soft head of his own enormous cock. Having Derek’s big dick plugging up the inside of his overstimulated cock was so amazing that it actually felt like Aidan was in the throes of cumming, but he wasn’t shooting just yet. Still, Aidan knew it was only a matter of time before that changed. Having his three holes handled so amazingly by his three identical pals was too amazing for him to hold out.

              No more words were shared. None were needed. The three Dereks seemed to know exactly what to do. They quickly settled into a rhythm. Each one plunged into their respective holes in unison and then pulled back in synch with each other. Aidan felt as if he was being fucked by one person from three angles at once, and the truth of the matter wasn’t that far off.

              A part of Aidan wanted the moment to last forever – a large part of him at that, but it just wasn’t physically possible. The soft touches and the rough fucking from not one, but three identical versions of his best pal was quickly sending him over the edge. Even just one Derek filling a hole of his choice would have been a dream come true, but three of them was beyond Aidan’s wildest dreams! Aidan couldn’t get enough of the fat cock that was shoving its way down his throat. He loved every second of the huge dick that was having its way with his ass, and the thick dick that was filling his cock to the brim was even better than the other two combined!

              As close as Aidan was to blowing his load, it seemed the trio of Dereks were even closer. The first Derek had his hands gripping Aidan’s hair so forcefully it was as if he was shoving Aidan further down his cock than ever before. Aidan already had every last inch of his pal’s dick in his mouth and down in throat, but Derek seemed determined to eke out a few more millimeters just for good measure, and the other two Dereks were acting much the same. The second Derek had his arms wrapped tightly around Aidan’s torso as if giving him a tight bear hug. Sweat dripped from his brow and he moaned breathily into Aidan’s ear. He was shaking like a leaf from the sheer exertion of trying not to cum, and the third Derek was in much the same state. He had latched onto Aidan’s massive cock and had his arms wrapped around it while he continued to hump the slit of Aidan’s cock for all it was worth. With each pass, more and more pre seeped out from Aidan’s cock, and not all of it was Aidan’s.

              Finally, the quartet reached a breaking point. Aidan could feel the trio’s cocks shuddering and lurching inside of them. They seemed to even twitch in unison. When the cock in his throat would give a buck so too would the ones in his cock and ass, but Aidan was too lost in ecstasy to think too hard on it. All he knew was that he was at the limit of his endurance, and it seemed the trio of Dereks were too.

              It was hard to say who came first. The three Dereks seemed to cum in unison. Aidan could hear all three of them moaning at once. He could feel all three of their cocks lurching at the same time, and then he felt it. He could feel the warm, thick spunk flooding into his ass and throat. He could actually taste the jizz in his mouth, and he could feel something deep inside his cock which he could only assume was the thick ropes of cum from the third Derek splashing against the inside walls of his own massive cock.

              No sooner had the trio begun to cum than Aidan also lost his battle with his libido. His massive cock lurched so hard that it nearly sent the third Derek sprawling. Had Derek not had a grip on Aidan’s cock he would have been sent falling flat on his ass, but the bucking of Aidan’s cock was nothing compared to what Derek had to weather next. A huge, thick spurt of jizz erupted from Aidan’s cock with enough force to send Derek skidding backwards. Derek knew when he was beaten. He didn’t even try to hold on and resist the deluge. He instead leaned back against the wall and let the warm spunk wash over him. Spurt after massive spurt coated him from head to toe.

              Soon, all four of the friends were completely spent. The first Derek moved back, allowing his huge, semi-boned, steadily-deflating cock to slip free from Aidan’s mouth. The second Derek flopped back against the headboard of the bed, letting his own softening cock slide out of Aidan’s ass in the process. Once the two Derek’s cocks were once again completely out in the open, they began to maneuver even further. The first Derek crawled forward on the bed so that he was resting beside Aidan and began to gently nuzzle against the Aidan’s side. The second Derek shimmied his way to the side until he was on the side opposite the first Derek. Soon, Aidan found himself resting between the two Dereks. He was so spent from his mind-blowing climax that he felt like he could doze off at any moment, and the gentle nuzzling from the twin Dereks was further sending Aidan down the path of falling asleep. While the three friends rested there in the euphoric, post-coital state, the third Derek, still coated from head to toe in cum, crawled into the bed to join them, but unlike the first two Dereks, the third wasn’t so interested in cuddling up against Aidan. The third Derek was still fixated on the giant cock he had been fucking mere moments before. He curled up beside Aidan’s massive cock – a cock that was nearly as big as he was – and began to cuddle up against it.

              Aidan glanced once more at the Derek on either side of him and then down at the one that was spooning his person-sized cock. Aidan still couldn’t believe what had happened. Even now that he had all three versions of his best friend nuzzling up against him, it was still hard to believe that this was real and not just another dream, but it felt way too real to just be a dream. The sensations were too intense. He could actually smell the shampoo his pals had used. He could feel the steady rise and fall of the Dereks’ chests as they breathed in and out. If this was a dream it was the most real seeming dream he had ever had.

Another fic ready. This one features Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne from the Batman universe. Even those of you who aren’t super into comic books might want to give this one a read since it features plenty of size theft which means there’ll be shrinking cocks, growing dongs, and plenty of raunchy homoerotic fun. 

Keep reading

Damian Wayne swung through the air with the aid of his trusty grappling hook. It had been far too long since he had had the chance to patrol the seedy streets of Gotham City. It wasn’t that he disliked his stint at Titan Tower with the other Titans. It was just that he missed being able to hang out with Dick Grayson, his mentor and older brother figure. The two of them were the unstoppable crime fighting duo of Nightwing and Robin.

               Damian was having a hard time focusing on the patrol today though. In his time away from Gotham he had begun to realize some things about himself. He had been running from the truth for years, but he had finally begun to accept that he was really into dudes. He had yet to manage to break the news to his immediate family though. He was effectively back in the closet now that he was spending the summer back at the Wayne estate, and the mix of repressed desires and overactive teenage libido was doing a number on his ability to concentrate.

               As Damian swung through the air, he couldn’t focus on scouting out possible crimes or listening for the telltale signs of distress. All he could do was scope out his adoptive older brother’s fantastic body. Dick Grayson’s skin-tight spandex Nightwing uniform clung to the curves and contours of his impeccably sculpted muscles like a second skin. In fact it almost seemed like he wasn’t wearing anything at all. Damian could clearly make out the fantastic bubble of Dick’s juicy, muscular, bubble butt. Damian felt like he could lose himself in those supple cheeks. The cute little dimples on the sides of Dick’s booty drove him absolutely wild, but even Dick’s amazingly dense, toned musculature and his firm, round, juicy booty paled in comparison to what he had packed away in front.

               Dick’s cock was the stuff of legend. It was a solid foot of pure, masculine meat. The hefty tool was as big around as Dick’s toned forearm and every bit as long as it too. Dick was also a shower and not a grower. His massive piece strained against the front of his skintight super suit. The black spandex left nothing to the imagination. The VPL he was rocking was positively indecent.

               Everyone was impressed with Nightwing’s dick. Even outside of costume, Dick Grayson’s cock was the stuff of legend. He had a list of sexual conquests that read like a Greek epic. He had bedded nearly every woman that was above a 7 on the hotness scale. Even chicks who weren’t into dudes made an exception for him and his fantastic cock. Even some dudes were completely enamored with his legendary rod, and Damian was one such fellow.

               Damian’s interest in Dick’s cock wasn’t purely sexual though. Sure, he lusted after that cock like any other gay guy, but there was something else at work there. There was an intense longing that resonated in the very core of his being every time he saw that fat cock in action. The way it filled out every inch of the front of his spandex. The way it strained visibly against the front of his casual slacks. The way it swung and lolled heavily as he strutted nude around the Wayne estate. Damian wished more than anything to feel that.

               Damian was nowhere near as gifted as his adoptive older brother, and that was putting it mildly. Damian was well below average below the belt. For the longest time he had chalked it up to the effects of going through the Lazarus Pits at such a young age. He figured that the resurrection magics had muddled up his puberty, but as he got into high school he quickly realized that he just had really, really shitty genetics. Puberty came and went. He had gained some hair under his arms and around his crotch, but he had added scarcely an inch to his dick. His tiny tool barely capped out at three inches fully erect. His little dick didn’t even fill out the front of his tight little super suit. He didn’t even have a bulge to speak of, and every time he went on patrol with the legendary Nightwing and his legendary rod, Damian felt meeker and meeker. The two of them made the front page all the time, and in those full color front page pictures, the two of them would be side by side. Nestled between Nightwing’s thick, muscular thighs was a huge, juicy, fat cock that threatened to spill out of the overstretched spandex that struggled desperately to hold back the unspeakable girth, but tucked away between Damian Wayne’s toned quads was nothing. His crotch may as well have been completely flat. Damian had taken to wearing a cup under his suit, ostensibly to protect the family jewels while on patrol, but the real reason was to mask his shame. Nobody would bat an eye at the rock hard lump of a plastic penis guard, but people were sure to snicker at the tiny little lump of his micro-bulge.

               “Earth to Damian. Come in, Damian.” Damian’s older bro quipped. The sudden comment snapped Damian out of his reverie and back to the task at hand. He hadn’t even realized it, but Dick had led them directly to an old supposedly abandoned warehouse. It wasn’t abandoned today though. The eerie blue lights flickering in the window said as much.

               “What’s going on here?” Damian asked.

               “I dunno, but I think it’s time we checked it out.” Dick replied.

                               The caped, crime-fighting duo swung into action. They silently hopped through an open hatch in the roof and dropped scouted out the site. It didn’t take them long to find out what was going on. Even in the dim light, The Mad Hatter was unmistakable. His gaudy clothes and over the top top hat were readily apparent, and his creepy laughter echoed through the warehouse.

               “I wonder what he’s up to.” Dick mused out loud.

               “Nothing illegal, I’m sure.” Damian replied sarcastically. After a brief pause he nodded towards a makeshift operating table and said, “Looks like he’s got a captive. Let’s skip the fact-finding part of the mission and go straight to the bust.”

               “Right there with ya, kid.” Dick replied. Damian cringed at the remark. He knew Dick didn’t mean anything by it. Dick had a hard time seeing Damian as anything other than his kid brother, but it still irked him. He had just started college, and Dick still treated him like a kid… although Damian still felt like a kid in many ways, and even looked the part below the belt.

               The duo sprung into action and flawlessly knocked the Hatter out cold in record time. The Mad Hatter was caught completely unaware. All it took to silence his obnoxious laugh was a well placed karate chop to the back of the neck. Dick set to work tying their quarry up while Damian rushed to the side of the captive.

               Damian pulled off the sack over the guy’s head aside and gasped at what he saw. He knew this guy! It was Brock Tomlin! Damian had seen all of his vids. Damian didn’t know what The Hatter wanted with a gay porn star especially one known to have the second biggest dick in Gotham – second only to Dick Grayson, but Damian was sure it wasn’t good.

               “What’s up? Do you recognize him?” Dick asked. He had overheard Damian’s gasp.

               “What? Oh. No. I thought I did, but I must have been mistaken.” Damian replied. It was a flimsy lie at best, but there was no way in hell he was going to go blurting out that he recognized a gay porn star to his older bro. He didn’t need Dick getting any more fuel for his suspicions.

               Damian sliced the straps holding the guy to the table and began to hoist him to his feet. The sheet that was covering his body fell loose and cascaded to the floor. Damian tried not to stare, but he couldn’t help it. He had long dreamed of seeing that legendary tool up close and personal. He felt his tiny cock stir to life in his spandex suit as Brock’s neatly-trimmed pubes came into view. Damian held his breath in anticipation as what he expected to be a huge, meaty dong came into view, but what he saw couldn’t be further from what he expected.

               Brock’s legendary tool was gone! In its place the fallen porn star had a tiny little acorn nub of a cock. The little softy wasn’t even an inch long and was topped off with two small cherry-sized testes. They were hardly the chicken egg sized nuts that Damian had expected to see. This didn’t make any sense at all!

               Damian’s gaze slowly drifted back toward the Hatter who was now tied to a nearby post. Even in the awkward, slouched position he was currently in, Damian could tell that he was packing. The Hatter had nowhere near that much meat the last few times they had faced off. Damian wasn’t one to check out every dude’s bulge he met, but the Hatter’s gaudy slacks never left much to the imagination. There was no way he had anywhere near that much cock last time.

               “Ok. That about wraps this up. The police will be here any minute. Let’s get going. The detectives can handle it from here.” Dick said.

               Damian wasn’t ready to leave. He needed to know the secret of The Hatter’s transformation, but he didn’t dare let Dick know what he was up to. He didn’t expect Dick to understand his fascination or his desire to discover what The Mad Hatter had done. Dick had always had a huge cock. He didn’t know the embarrassment that Damian felt whenever his eye’s fell upon his older bro’s massive package.

               Damian went along with Dick’s plan at first, but as soon as the opportunity presented itself he ducked away and went back to investigate the scene. He used some flimsy pretense about needing to check into a lead from an informant, but oddly enough Dick bought it.

               It didn’t take Damian long to hack into The Hatter’s computer, download all the files, and then delete any trace of The Hatter’s latest scheme before vanishing back into the shadows to catch up to his brother. He doubted Dick even noticed he was gone.

               As the weeks went by, Damian pored over the data from The Hatter’s computer. He needed to unlock the secrets. He needed to know how The Hatter had done it – not just for Brock but for himself.

               Actually as the weeks went on, Damian became less interested in helping Brock. The porn star was doing remarkably well for himself despite losing his biggest draw. He was still making vids, but his role and his persona were completely inverted. He was no longer the big-dicked top. Now he was a cock-hungry, baby-dicked slut. Damian had beaten off to his newer vids several times in the past few weeks.

               Finally Damian had had a breakthrough. He had unlocked the secrets, but as much as he wanted to throw himself into his master plan, it took him a few more weeks before he could work up the nerve to go through with it. Finally the fateful day arrived.

               Damian tied the towel around his waist and reached for the door handle. He still couldn’t believe what he had planned, and he could believe even less that he was actually going through with it. He took a deep breath and took a moment to steel his resolve before turning the handle and stepping into the large, ornate bath.

               The bath was more like a large, sudsy swimming pool than an actual bath tub. When he had been younger he had bathed alongside his father and adoptive brother many times. As he had gotten older it had begun to seem weird, and so he had stopped doing it altogether. It still seemed a little strange to him, but this was the closest thing he had to a decent excuse to be nude alongside his bro.

               Damian’s heart pounded in his chest as he sauntered over to the side of the bath. He tried to tell himself that there was nothing to worry about. Damian had already taken the serum so even if he lost his nerve, Dick would still be susceptible to suggestions. All Damian had to do was slip some thoughts into Dick’s mind and then Dick would never think anything unusual had happened.

               Dick was still soaking his hair in the soapy water and hadn’t noticed Damian come in. Damian tarried for a moment beside the bath and waited for Dick to glance his way. Fortunately he didn’t have to wait long. If he had been there too long, he probably would have lost his nerves, but after only a few seconds Dick rinsed the suds from his hair and looked up.

               “Oh. Hey, Damian.” Dick replied. He seemed surprise to see the younger guy there, but he didn’t seem at all put off. Then again, Dick was never shy about being seen naked. He was hot and hung, and he knew it. He was always more than happy to let people get a good look at his nude, smoking hot body.

               There was a tense, awkward moment where Damian merely stood silently beside the bath; his hand firmly gripping the towel around his waist. Dick waited for a moment, but when it was clear that Damian wasn’t about to say anything, Dick decided to speak up to diffuse the tension.

               “So… uh… did you want to talk to me about something?” Dick asked.

               “No, actually…” Damian replied nervously. He took a second to get his nerves under control and then continued with his master plan. “I was just thinking… I’m going back to Titan Tower tomorrow, and I thought, maybe we could bathe together again. You know… Like old times.” Damian murmured.

               A huge, toothy grin spread across Dick’s face. Damian was surprised to say the least, but he was also relieved. Dick seemed to be buying his excuse.

               “Well look at you.” Dick replied happily. “I never figured you to be the sentimental type. Don’t tell me you actually miss me when you’re off hanging out with your new friends.” Dick teased.

               “I guess, like you said, even I can be a little sentimental sometimes.” Damian replied nervously.

               Dick patted the water beside him as if he was patting an open spot on the couch. Damian understood the invitation, but it took him a moment longer to psyche himself up. He took a deep breath and decided to go for it. He’d already come this far. It was time to man up and take the next step.

               Damian pulled his hand away from his towel and let the cloth fall to the floor at his feet. The second Damian’s cock came into view, Dick began to look a little flustered, and it wasn’t hard to figure out why. Damian’s skinny, three inches were standing at attention.

               Dick averted his gaze and coughed nervously. “Um… Damian…? Is there something you’re not telling me?” Dick asked.

               “You don’t have to be so embarrassed.” Damian replied. “Go ahead and look.”

               Dick couldn’t say why he did it. He still didn’t feel comfortable staring at his adopted bro’s dick, but curiosity was getting the better of him. He had known Damian was a little below average below the belt, but he didn’t realize his bro’s cock was so tiny. It was so small… It was…

               “It’s embarrassing, isn’t it?” Damian asked.

               The words seemed to echo in Dick’s head. Yes, embarrassing. That was the word he was looking for.

               “Do you pity me?” Damian asked.

               Dick tried not to let on, but his eyes gave him away. The way he stared at Damian’s little cock said it all. Everything about the look in his eyes and the expression on his face telegraphed how much he pitied his younger bro.

               “It’s ok. I don’t blame you. It’s pathetic. A tiny dick like this is hardly a dick at all. There’s no way I could ever hope to please another guy with this.” Damian lamented. His heart was pounding in his chest. He was beginning to feel sick. He had never intended to ham it up this much, but as he kept talk, his emotions bubbled to the surface. He hated having such a little cock. How he longed for a huge schlong like Dick was sporting. He’d give anything for just a few more inches, anything to not be so tiny.

               “Another… guy…?” Dick murmured. He sounded groggy as if he was struggling to stay awake, and that wasn’t too far from the truth. He felt like he was slipping in and out of consciousness, but he could hear Damian’s voice loud and clear. In fact Damian’s voice seemed to be echoing up from the very depths of his own mind.

               “Yep. I guess I should have told you earlier, but I’m gay.” Damian explained. He had hoped coming out would make him feel more at peace or even somewhat liberated, but he felt neither. If anything he felt worse than before. It was as if by saying it he was getting mad at himself all over again.

               “Man. A tiny dick and gay.” Damian grumbled. “If I believed in any of this reincarnation crap I’d say I must have been horrifyingly cruel to puppies in a past life to deserve this. At least I’ve got an OK ass I guess since the only way a tiny dicked dude like me could ever satisfy someone is by riding a real cock.”

               Damian sighed while rubbing his sculpted, muscular butt cheeks. Dick even had a better ass than he did. It seemed like Dick had won the genetic lottery in every way known to man. “It’s not as nice as your ass though…” Damian grumbled. “If I had an ass like that I wouldn’t even mind having such a small cock. At least if I had a big bubble butt like that I could accept my role in life as a tiny dicked cock slut.”

               Dick fought through the haze that was settling in on his mind. He didn’t know why his thoughts were so scattered tonight, but he knew he needed to be an older brother. Damian seemed hurt and ashamed, and it was up to him to help his little bro through whatever it was that was eating at Damian’s mind. Dick steadily got up and strode over to his younger brother.

               “Hey. It’s alright.” Dick said as he placed a hand reassuringly on either of Damian’s shoulders. “It’s not so bad. None of us care if you’re gay, and it’s really not that big of a deal about your cock.” Dick murmured groggily. He was trying to be there for his bro, but at the same time he just couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

               Damian could hear his bro’s words, but he wasn’t paying too much attention. He was staring straight down at both of their cocks. Dick’s cock was completely soft, and yet it still completely dwarfed Damian’s spindly little three inch pecker. Damian could feel the ire and jealousy welling up inside of him.

                “Of course you would say that. You’re cock is so huge and fantastic. Admit it. There’s just something so much better about a huge cock. They’re so hot and sexy. Tiny ones are just embarrassing.“ Damian grumbled.

               Dick found himself absent mindedly nodding along with what Damian was saying. Dick had never thought of himself as anything other than 100% straight. He was a ladies’ man through and through. He had a list of sexual conquests a mile long to prove it, but he couldn’t help but agree with what Damian was saying. There was something hot and sexy about a huge cock. Images of big, fat, throbbing cocks filled Dick’s mind. His own dick steadily stirred to life. Before he knew it he was fully boned just from thinking about how sexy huge cocks are.

               Suddenly Damian’s tone changed. He was no longer lamenting his poor fate. “Hey… Bro. If there was some way that you could help me with my little problem… would you do it?” Damian asked anxiously.

               “Hmm?” Dick asked groggily. He was sure that Damian was still talking about his tiny penis, but Dick didn’t see how he could possibly help.

               “I mean… Hypothetically… If you could give up some of your size. Like maybe an inch or two. Not much. And give it to me? Would you do it?” Damian asked.

               The question seemed so far-fetched that Dick wanted to just blow it off and make some quick quip to diffuse the situation, but Damian’s voice seemed to be echoing in his head. It was as if Damian was pleading with Dick’s very soul. Dick couldn’t refuse such a fervent request. He couldn’t even work up the nerve to politely suggest something else.

               “If such a thing were possible…?” Dick murmured in reply. He mulled it over for a minute. Even though it was impossible for him to give up some of his size, the request was still absolutely absurd.

               “Please? I don’t need much. Just an inch or two. Think about it. If I get just two inches, I would have five inches. That’s average! That’s more than I ever could have hoped for! And you’ll still have ten inches. That’s still huge!” Damian implored.

               Dick couldn’t argue with his logic. It seemed the more Damian spoke and the more the words echoed in Dick’s head, the less Dick worried about how physically impossible Damian’s odd request was. Aside from the logistical aspect of it, what Damian said was true. Dick did have more cock than he really needed. He wouldn’t miss an inch or two, and Damian could really use the slight boost.

               “If such a thing were possible I would gladly give you a few inches.” Dick replied groggily.

               Damian could barely contain his glee. His plan was working. Damian could already feel the elixir going to work. All that he needed was to bypass the mental block and the juice was free to work its magic. Damian felt a warm tingle arching through his fully boned cock. He grinned from ear to ear as he watched his tiny dick ever so slightly add on mass. His cock seemed to grow proportionally too. He was worried that he’d only gain length and that he would soon have a long, skinny, spaghetti noodle dick, but it appeared his fears were unfounded.

               His cock slowly crept up in size. His rock hard boner, which had once been the size of his thumb, steadily grew until it was even longer than his middle finger and thicker than a magic marker. His once tiny, olive-sized nuts had grown to the size of cherries. He had it – a perfectly normal, perfectly average five inch long cock. Damian could hardly contain his excitement. He was so turned on that his rock-hard cock was actually dribbling pre.  

               Dick felt a pit form in his stomach. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His cock was actually shrinking! He could feel it shriveling away. He could feel it pulling inward. He knew his dick was still massive by most normal standards, but he felt a small tinge of shame course through his body. How could he have let Damian talk him into this? It was only two inches, but still it was enough to dethrone him as the proud owner of the largest cock in the city – hell, the largest cock in the state, maybe even the country!

               Damian looked up at Dick’s cock. Dick’s fantastic dong had noticeably shrunk. It was still massive by most normal standards, and it looked gigantic next to Damian’s slightly enhanced, average dick. Dick’s enormous cock had been as long as his forearm and as thick as a can of beer before, but now it was as thick as his wrist.

               Damian stared longingly at his bro’s huge cock. He knew he should be happy with what he had now. He no longer had such a pitifully tiny baby dick, but he just couldn’t stop fantasizing about having more. Even after having taken a few inches from his older bro, Dick’s enormous schlong still made Damian feel self-conscious.

               Damian’s thought’s raced. He remembered all those cover photos in the paper that showed him standing side by side with his older bro. Dick’s massive member strained against the front of his fitted uniform. Dick’s massive, indecent bulge stood in stark contrast to Damian’s own acorn of a nub that poked through his own skin-tight uniform. Even now that Damian was relatively average below the belt he’d still look like a puny shrimp next to Dick.

               A new idea formed in Damian’s head. He had the power to even the scales a bit. He didn’t need much, and he was totally fine with letting Dick continue to have the larger cock. He just needed another inch or two.

               “Hey, bro…” Damian began to say. His voice faltered.

               “Hmm…?” came Dick’s groggy response.

               “What would you say to giving me another inch or two? It’s still not much, and you’d still be bigger. Hell, you’d still be big by anyone’s standards. Eight Inches! That’s a cock fit for pornos!” Damian explained. He still felt nervous, but as he explained his reasoning more and more he became more and more sure of himself. It made perfect sense. Eight inches was massive. Who wouldn’t be happy to have that?

               Dick tried to concentrate on what his bro was saying. Eight inches was huge alright, but it wasn’t the ten inches he had come to love. He had had a ten inch python since middle school. He wasn’t sure he wanted to give it up even if it did mean giving his brother a little boost downstairs, and there was something in the back of his mind almost like a voice hissing a warning from the shadows. It was as if some lost memory was trying to fight its way through the haze that covered his mind.

               Dick tried to shake the fog from his mind. He couldn’t understand his own thoughts. Had he really had a ten inch dick for years now? That number seemed off somehow. It seemed lower than it should. Had Damian already tricked him into giving up some of his cock?

               “Come on…” Damian pleaded. “You said so yourself. Chicks are intimidated by that monster. Think of what you could do with a smaller one? Chicks would no longer refuse to let you ream em out of fear of that beast splitting them in half!”

               Damian explained his case so passionately and so emphatically that Dick found it hard to disagree with him. As the words echoed in his mind Dick remembered that he had in fact lamented such a thing just a few weeks ago. There were times when his dick was just too big to be useable, but on the other hand he loved being so hung. He loved the looks the ladies gave him. He loved how it felt in his hands when he jacked off. He loved the way it filled the front of his suit to capacity. He loved that way that other dudes jealously stared at his bulge.

               “It’s just a few inches. You’ll still be huge.” Damian said in an effort to coax Dick past his last mental block.

               Dick couldn’t deny the logic. Eight inches was huge – Far larger than most guys are blessed with. He would still be a stud with that cock. He would no longer have the biggest dick that Gotham had seen, but he figured that it might be for the best. His legendary sexcapades were getting in the way of his crime fighting anyway.

               “Fine.” Dick replied groggily. “Two more inches couldn’t hurt…”

               “Yessss!” Damian shouted triumphantly. As soon as Dick agreed Damian could feel the changes begin to wash over him. He stared on in awe as his cock steadily grew before his very eyes. His barely average five inch pecker steadily crept up to a solid six inch boner and kept growing. The surge of growth didn’t abate until he had hit a rock solid seven inches of rigid cock.

               Meanwhile Dick’s cock steadily shrunk down another two inches. He could feel a familiar wrenching in his gut and a familiar surge of shame wash over him. His once massive ten inch spire dwindled to a more manageable, but still large eight inch long porn star cock.  His rock hard cock was now just slightly thicker than your average can of shaving cream. His once Grade A jumbo chicken egg sized nuts had dwindled down to a more modest golf ball size. His cock was still huge by most normal standards, but it was hardly the legendary tool he had started the day with. He had lost a third of his length and width. The sheer volume of his cock had dwindled exponentially.

               Dick could only stare down at his big dick in silent shock. Damian had done it again. He had talked Dick into giving up some of his precious size. His dick was still big, but it was by no means legendary. Dick felt somehow ashamed of his own cock. It seemed small compared to what he knew he should have, and somehow that feeling of smallness translated into shame and embarrassment.

               Damian could barely believe it. In the past few minutes he had more than doubled the length of his dick. He could scarcely believe that just a few minutes ago he had had a mere three inches of dong. His tiny little tally-wacker was a disgrace and an eyesore, but now he had an honest to god cock. He couldn’t help himself. He had to feel it firsthand. He didn’t even care that his brother was watching. Damian wrapped a hand around his dick and began stroking it.

               “God! This cock look fantastic on me!” Damian gushed. He knew Dick’s cock was still somewhat larger, but Damian’s current schlong was so huge compared to what he was used to that it looked simply massive in comparison. He couldn’t get over how huge and sexy it looked on him. He wasn’t even thinking about anything else as the words slipped past his lips. “Wow… I think this huge dick looks better on me than it ever did on you.” He said as he continues to lewdly stroke his big dick. It felt so huge and thick in his hand. Just last night when he had jerked off he only have to use two fingers, but now he could wrap his entire palm around his thick dick and still have some cock left over. If this kept up, jacking off would soon be a two handed ordeal.

               The thought caused Damian to balk. He already had taken four inches from his bro. He had doubled the size of his cock and then some, but he was still fantasizing about more. He didn’t dare let himself continue that line of thought. It would be so easy to get greedy and take more and more. If he took any more, he’d have an ever bigger dick than Dick Grayson… and yet…

               Damian couldn’t shake the idea from his mind. Dick had had a massive cock his whole life. It wasn’t fair that Damian had to suffer through high school with that little toothpick of a dick. Damian had done his time. He had paid his dues… and yet… he couldn’t bring himself to do it. This was his brother he was talking about. He didn’t want to doom Dick to a lifetime of being small. Damian had experienced it firsthand and he could safely say it sucked.

               It was then that Damian became aware of the looks that Dick was giving him. The look in Dick’s eyes looked hungry… it looked horny. Dick was staring at Damian’s cock with unabashed lust in his eyes.

               “You ok?” Damian asked uncertainly.

               “Yeah. I’m fine.” Dick replied, but his eyes never left Damian’s cock for a second.

               “You’re staring at my dick. Do you like what you see?” Damian asked. Dick didn’t respond – not verbally at least. He merely nodded silently in agreement.

               Damian could feel the blood rush to his face. He knew his face had to be beet red by this point. Something about having his bro check him out was as embarrassing as it was flattering. It was also completely bizarre. Dick was as straight as they come. Why was he so enthralled with Damian’s cock?

               “That big cock is so hot…” Dick murmured groggily.

               It was then that Damian realized what was happening. His little pep talk he had used to butter Dick up had had some unforeseen consequences. Damian’s insistence that huge cocks were hot as hell had now been implanted deep into Dick’s subconscious. It was strangely exciting. Damian didn’t doubt that Dick still had an eye for the ladies, but there was something cool about being able to talk about dicks with his older brother and not have him get weirded out.

               “Yeah. It does look pretty good on me, doesn’t it?” Damian replied. His smug sense of self-satisfaction showed through in his voice and in his posture. He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he ogled his own big dick.

               “It looks so much better on you than it does on me.” Dick replied. His voice dripped with lust and awe. He was absolutely enamored with Damian’s newly enhanced cock. Damian’s words from earlier still echoed in his head. The more he stared at his little bro’s dick the more Dick came to realize that Damian’s big cock did look so much better on his short, lithe build than it did on Dick’s own beefy bod.

               Damian was momentarily taken aback. He was surprised by what he was hearing. Dick really liked the look of Damian’s new and improved seven inch schlong. Damian had never dared think that his own bro, the owner of Gotham’s biggest cock, Dick Grayson himself would be complimenting his impressive dick. Damian felt a rush of pride like he’d never felt before. It was intoxicating.

               Damian turned to face the mirror walls of the bath and checked out his new and improved schlong from a new angle. He had to admit it looked fantastic. His thick, meaty seven inches would have been big on anyone, but on Damian’s short, lithe frame the dong looked absolutely magnificent. Damian knew that if they were to whip them out and line their cocks up side by side, Dick’s cock would be larger than his by a good margin, but on his smaller frame his cock looked even larger than Dick’s.

               Damian slowly turned around and faced his older bro. A huge, excited grin was plastered on his face. The words were out of his mouth before he even had a chance to second guess himself. “You know, bro. You said so yourself. This cock looks so much better on me.” Damian paused for emphasis and to let Dick nod along with his line of reasoning.

               “So how about another inch? Or maybe another two inches? After all you love my huge cock don’t you? You’d love to see it get even bigger and bigger, right?” Damian asked playfully.

               Dick continued to nod along with what Damian was saying. He couldn’t even begin to muster a counter-argument. All he could think of was how huge and sexy Damian’s cock looked. He wanted it in his mouth or in his ass. He had never really thought about guys in such a way before, but it just seemed… right. He couldn’t think of any other word to describe it. He just couldn’t get over how hot and sexy Damian had become.

               Damian actually giggled as he felt another rush of warmth spread across his cock. It was actually happening. He was about to have a dick that was larger than he had ever dreamed possible. He stared on as it grew again. A crazed smile of manic glee plastered across his face as his dick reached the nine inch mark. By the time his most recent growth spurt was done, his cock was almost as long as his forearm and as thick as his wrist. It looked every bit as huge on him as Dick’s ten-incher had looked on his older brother.

               A look of shock crossed Dick’s face as a moment of clarity cut through the fog. He knew this feeling; this tightness in his gut; this tugging feeling in his dick. He had felt this before and just recently too. He glanced down and stared in awe as his cock shrank down another two inches coinciding with Damian’s growth spurt. His once legendary cock was now half its former length. His painfully average looking six-incher was barely thicker than a Wii mote and not even an inch longer than one. His once massive jumbo egg sized nuts were now the size of ping pong balls. It was hard to believe that just this morning his dick would have made the biggest, baddest porn stars balk. As it was now his dick was looking positively puny compared to his little bro’s huge cock, and it was looking even more pathetic compared to what he knew he used to have. He could barely even remember what it was like to have such an enormous schlong. It was like all he had was the memory of the numbers and not the visuals that went along with it. If this kept up his dick would soon be even smaller and smaller. Another transfer like the last few and his dick would be officially small. He’d have a tiny little dick only fit for a pitiful bottom bitch.

               Dick was shocked by the own words that flooded his mind. Where had he even learned that? How could he even think that? He had never thought that cock size mattered before, but as he stared at his reduced dick, Damian’s words bubbled to the surface of his mind. Small cocks were embarrassing. They were pitiful. Dick shuddered, but it wasn’t fear or disgust that was welling up inside of him… it was anticipation. He couldn’t understand it, but there was something sexy about getting smaller. Even at their current measurements, Damian’s nine inch wood dwarfed Dick’s own six inch stiffy. Just thinking about how huge it was got him worked up. It looked so sexy at its new size. He had no doubt that Damian would soon ask for even more, and Dick didn’t think he’d be able to refuse Damian’s request.

               Dick’s gaze drifted back up towards his bro’s massive cock. It was so huge, so sexy, so enticing. He was once again struck by how much he wanted it inside of him. His throat felt tight. He longed to feel that thick, juicy rod sliding past his tonsils. His ass ached. He wanted so deeply to feel that huge, fat cock reaming him from behind. Dick’s painfully average cock shuddered. Pre dribbled down from the tip of it. Even just fantasizing about his bro’s cock got him so worked up that he felt like he could burst at any minute.  

               Damian saw the way his bro was looking at him. He saw the lust in Dick’s eyes. He could practically hear Dick pleading to have a turn with Damian’s huge cock, and Damian was more than happy to let him do just that… but not before a little bit of playful teasing.

               “Wow. You really love big cocks.” Damian chided playfully. Dick merely nodded in agreement. His gaze never once left Damian’s massive dick.

               “You just can’t wait to taste it. You want to lick it, to suck on it.” Damian teased. He placed his hands on Dick’s shoulders and slowly pushed his enthralled older brother down to his knees. Soon Dick was eye level with Damian’s newly enlarged package. The enormous cock and immense balls filled his entire field of vision. He couldn’t help it. He wanted it in his mouth. He needed it in his mouth. He could smell the pre dripping of his bro’s massive cock. He could practically taste it in his mouth already. Dick leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. Damian’s cock was mere inches from his mouth. He was so close he could actually feel the heat emanating from it. He could taste the pre dribbling off of it, but just before his tongue could make contact with the fantastical cock, Damian’s hand shot down and blocked his path.

               “Nuh uh uh.” Damian chided. “If you want to play with this, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

               Dick whimpered pleadingly. That magnificent cock was so close but yet so far away. He would do anything for just a taste.

               “You’re such a cock-hungry little slut.” Damian teased. He was all but cackling as he watched his older bro ogling his enormous cock.

               Dick’s slipped a hand down towards his cock and began stroking his rigid shaft. There was once a time when he would have needed two hands to really get the job done, but he couldn’t even remember what that felt like. One hand was all he needed, and one hand was all he could remember ever using.

               “You want my cock to get even bigger, don’t you?” Damian teased. Dick silently nodded in agreement. Damian couldn’t hold back his laughter, and he didn’t even try.

               “Come on. Give me another inch or maybe two. I’ll make it worth your while.” Damian goaded his bro on. Dick was too transfixed on Damian’s cock to give a coherent reply. He merely whimpered pleadingly while staring at the huge cock that was waggling before his very eyes.

               Damian reached down and grabbed his thick cock. It was hard to believe that just this morning he could have jacked his pitiful little tadger with just two fingers, but now he could barely wrap his hand all the way around the fat shaft of his massive schlong. It was so fantastic, but it was not the end. Not yet.

               “You know you want to give me even more. You know you want to watch my cock become even larger. Come on. Another inch maybe two. It’s not too much to ask, and it’s not like you’ll be getting much use out of your little dick there, Little Dicky.” Damian teased. Dick still couldn’t bring himself to form a coherent response, but he didn’t need to. Damian was more than happy to keep teasing him.

               “I see that look in your eyes – the way you stare at my amazing cock. You want it to get bigger. You want to worship and service huge cocks like mine. You don’t even care that your own dick is steadily dwindling away to nothing. At this rate you might end up with a tiny, little baby dick, but that’s fine right? A tiny little sissy dick is just perfect for a cum-hungry cock-slut such as yourself, right?” Damian continued to tease.

               Even Damian was surprised by the words coming out of his mouth, but he didn’t want to stop. They just felt so right, and it was clear that Dick was enjoying it too. Damian watched as Dick’s hand began to move faster and faster as he stroked his tiny dick harder and harder. Dick’s cheeks turned redder. His breathing grew more labored. He looked ready to cum at any second.  

               “Hah. You really do love it when I tease you like this, huh? You know you deserve a tiny little dick. At this rate your cock will shrink away to a nub that will never be able to satisfy anyone, but we both know you won’t be using your dick to satisfy guys, don’t we?” Damian asked playfully as he guided the tip of his cock towards his brother’s eager lips, but he stopped mere millimeters from actually making contact. Dick tried to lean in and close the gap, but Damian quickly pulled his cock back.

               “I told you already. You’d have to earn it.” Damian chided. He then slowly moved his fat cock forward until it was touching Dick’s lips. “For one inch. I’ll let you lick it.” Damian said. He then moved his cock from side to side causing the tip of his dick to smear pre all along Dick’s eager lips as the fat cockhead slid from side to side.

               Dick opened his mouth and sensually began to lick the tip of Damian’s cock. It tasted fantastic. He had craved this taste his whole life, but only just now got to experience it firsthand. He was so enthralled by the enormous, delicious cock that he hardly realized that it was getting thicker before his very eyes. He hardly even noticed that he had to tilt his head back ever so slightly to accommodate for Damian’s cock getting ever so slightly longer. He didn’t even realize that his own average dick was steadily dwindling between his fingers. He had to tighten his grip to adjust for the slight change in thickness, and his fervent strokes became shorter as his hand motion adjusted to his new slightly shorter dick. His cock was now straddling the lower end of average, but he didn’t care. Damian’s dick was just too magnificent. He wanted to see it grow larger and larger. He didn’t care that his own dick was shrinking. It wasn’t like he was getting much use out of it anyway. He had known his dick was a little small for years and had long since given up on being a top. It was a good thing that his constant crime-fighting regimen had granted him a fantastic ass because he couldn’t get enough of taking fat cocks. The thought of being reamed by huge dicks plagued his mind day and night.

               Damian chuckled as he stared down at his older bro. Dick was so enthralled with his now ten inch cock. Something about the way Dick knelt down before him and serviced his huge cock while tugging at his own smallish cock drove Damian wild. Damian’s gaze kept drifting back towards Dick’s little cock. It was hard to believe it used to be huge. It used to be beyond huge. It used to be massive, but now it looks so little and puny, and the strangest part? Damian couldn’t stop thinking about how good it looked on his older brother. Maybe it was the way Dick was so enthralled with Damian’s cock that made him look like the kind of guy who would have a tiny dick. Maybe it was just Damian’s natural desire to be better than anyone else, or maybe, just maybe it was all those years that Damian had resented Dick’s massive cock. Whatever the case was there were so many emotions and sensations bubbling up to the service of Damian’s psyche that he couldn’t quite make sense of them all. All he really knew was that Dick’s little cock filled him with a sense of raw, sexual power.

               Dick needed more than just a taste. He wanted to feel his bro’s massive cock fill his entire mouth. Dick opened his mouth as wide as it would go and slowly began to descend upon Damian’s leviathan. He was so close that he could literally taste it when suddenly Damian stepped back leaving Dick with a mouthful of nothing but air.

“Uh uh uh.” Damian chided playfully. “You only paid for a lick. If you want to suck on it that’ll cost at least another inch.”

               Dick didn’t even waste time pondering his options. He just opened his mouth and leaned in towards Damian’s massive cock. Damian didn’t try to block Dick this time. He merely smiled victoriously as he watched his older bro try desperately to wrap his lips around his steadily growing cock. Damian’s monster cock was eleven inches long and almost as thick as his fist. Dick’s jaw hurt from trying to open his mouth wide enough to suck on the behemoth. He couldn’t believe cocks that large existed. If he hadn’t been sucking on it, he never would have believed it to be real, but he couldn’t deny the way the fat, spongy cockhead filled his entire mouth nor could he deny the taste of his bro’s pre as it dribbled onto his tongue.

               Dick feverishly pounded away at his fully boned cock as another inch slowly vanished from his once mighty tool. The tip of it slowly sunk beneath his palm. There was once a time where he could have wrapped both hands around his dick and had room to spare. He couldn’t even close his fingers around the impossibly thick beast, but those days were long past. Dick couldn’t even remember what it was like. Now he could eclipse his entire dick with just one hand. His cock was now shorter than the width of his palm and not even as thick as a size C battery.

               Some part in the far back of Dick’s mind was screaming at him to snap out of it. It was trying to get him to resist the thoughts that Damian had flooded his mind with. Some part of him still remembered what it was like to have a massive, twelve inch fuckstick. Some part of him still remembered the pride he felt whenever he whipped it out for whatever hot chick he was about to ream. Those days were long past though. His dick had dipped below the four inch mark. It wasn’t even a third of its former length and was far, far thinner. He still couldn’t believe he had let Damian talk him into this. His cock was now so small and pathetic, but the worst part was… he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist if Damian asked for more. As much as he missed his huge cock, he couldn’t get enough of watching Damian’s dick grow before his very eyes. It was so huge, so hot, so sexy. It demanded Dick’s full attention.

               Damian chuckled as he watched his bro fervently stroking his little dick. At this rate Dick’s once mighty cock would soon be as small as Damian’s had been, but of course the tiny tool would look far, far smaller on the bigger, buffer older bro. This knowledge filled Damian with a rush of pride and vigor. He couldn’t wait to see it, and he knew exactly how to get the last inch out of Dick’s once legendary cock.

               “You love my cock, don’t you?” Damian chided playfully. “Bet you just can’t wait to feel it spreading your tight ass wide open like the cock-hungry slut you are.”

               Dick didn’t need both hands to stroke his cock – not anymore anyway, but he found a task for his extra hand soon enough. He was just so horny. He needed something inside of him. His hand slowly gravitated towards his fit, muscular, bubble butt. His fingers steadily drifted towards his hungry, quivering hole. He needed something inside of him. He felt like he’d go mad if he didn’t have a cock inside of his soon, but for the time being he made do with just his fingers. He easily got his first two fingers in and began to stretch the hole as best he could. It felt fantastic, but he needed something bigger, something better. He needed a cock, but not just any cock. Dick sat back and stared longingly at his bro’s monster cock. Dick’s fingers dug deeper and deeper into his hole.

               Damian understood Dick’s expression instantly. A devious smirk crept across his face. “You want me to fuck you.” Damian stated. It wasn’t even a question so much as a statement of fact. Dick could only nod silently. He couldn’t think about anything but how much he needed to be reamed. He was so fixated on pleasuring his ass that he gave up on stroking his little dick altogether leaving his little pecker to stand at attention for Damian’s viewing pleasure.

               Damian could hardly believe that his dick was ever that small. Hell, his dick was even smaller way back when. It looked so pathetic especially contrasted against Dick’s muscular physique. Dick’s tiny cock looked comically small nestled between his thick, muscular quads, but it didn’t look bad. If anything it looked hot as hell. Damian loved the way the little dick looked on his bro. It wasn’t just the size. It was the whole persona that Dick now possessed. The way he knelt down before his younger bro silently begging, pleading to be reamed by Damian’s fantastic cock was pitiful. Dick deserved the pathetic little dicklet that was nestled between his legs, and it wasn’t like he was going to be getting much use out of it since he had become such a cock hungry bottom bitch. In fact…

               Damian’s smirk grew even wider until it was a full-blown prideful sneer. In fact, Dick didn’t even need that much of a pecker. It made much more sense for him to have less to work with – for him to have a pathetically tiny nub to match his new cock-starved persona.

               “If you want me to fuck you it’s gonna cost you.” Damian stated. He continued to sneer as he stared at his older bro. It was obvious from the look in Dick’s eyes that he would give anything to have a go with Damian’s huge cock.

               “I should really charge ya more. Maybe someday after I’ve stretched you out enough that you can handle an even larger cock I’ll come back and take the rest, but for now I’ll only charge one inch. Give me that ,and I’ll fuck you any time you want.” Damian stated. Dick didn’t hesitate for a second. He nodded emphatically – or rather as emphatically as he could muster in his lust-addled state.

               The changes kicked in instantly. Damian could feel his cock growing in his hands as he stroked his massive schlong, but he wasn’t interested in that. It was no longer about gaining more size. He was more interested in watching Dick’s once legendary cock dwindle down. Dick’s once mighty cock was already a small fraction of its former glory, and it was soon to be even smaller.

               It steadily dwindled down another inch until it fell just shy of the three inch mark. It was even just a hair shorter than Damian’s old size, but it looked far, far smaller on his bigger, buffer bro. It looked pathetically tiny. Dick’s tiny stiffy was barely thicker than his thumb and not much longer either. It was so tiny that Dick could only use two fingers if he were to stroke it, but for the time being he wasn’t focused on his own cock at all. He was silently pleading with his younger bro. He was practically begging Damian to demolish his hungry hole, and Damian was happy to do just that.

               “You’re gonna make me do all the work?” Damian chided playfully. “If you want to be reamed by this, you’re gonna have to present your ass to me.

               Dick silently nodded and awkwardly shifted around so that he was resting on his knees with his chest pressed flat against the ground and his ass raised expectantly for Damian’s viewing pleasure. Damian licked his lips lustily as he stared at his big bro’s fantastic ass which was being served up for his using pleasure. Dick’s shapely, muscular, bubble butt cheeks looked as phenomenal as ever, and the way Dick arched his back gave Damian a clear view of his tight, shuddering whole which was quivering in anticipation. Below that Damian could see Dick’s poofy taint, and right below that was the crowning glory of the entire post. Dick’s tiny little rock-hard dick was pointed straight down at the ground. Pre oozed freely from his fully-boned dicklet and dribbled onto the tile floor below.

               Damian stepped forward and pressed his fat cock against his bro’s shuddering hole. He heard Dick gasp expectantly as he felt the warm pre ooze against his hole. Dick wanted it so badly. He tried to call out for Damian to shove it in, but no words came out. All he succeeded in doing was emitting a weak, pleading whine.

               Damian grinned from ear to ear as he slowly slid his massive cock into Dick’s ass. It was so incredibly tight. He couldn’t believe how tightly it gripped his cock. It not only filled Damian with raw, sexual pleasure but joy as well. He had long feared he’d never be able to please a guy with his tiny, pathetic dick, but now he had a massive, meaty fuckstick. He had a cock that others could only dream of. He had the biggest dick in all of Gotham and cock-hungry, baby-dicked sluts like Dick Grayson would never be able to get enough of how huge and fantastic Damian’s dick had become.

               Dick moaned and writhed as he felt his younger bro’s massive cock spread his ass wider and wider. He had never been stretched out like this before. It hurt a little, but at the same time it felt fantastic. He didn’t think it could feel any better, but then as Damian’s fat cock slid deeper and deeper inside of him he felt something new. Damian’s massive cock hit something deep inside of him. He gasped in shock as a wave of orgasmic pleasure wracked his body. It hit so suddenly that he didn’t even have time to brace himself, and felt so good that he didn’t even notice that he was oozing cum out his cock. Thick gobs of cum leaked out of his still fully-boned cock and splattered against the tile below.

               Damian smirked down at his bro. He had only gotten his massive cock halfway in and already Dick was cumming. He really was a cock-hungry slut. If he enjoyed just half of it, he’d absolutely love the whole thing.

               Damian was no longer interested in holding back. He had seen firsthand how much Dick loved being reamed by a fat cock and was now only interested in getting off. Damian slammed his cock the rest of the way in with such force that it caused Dick’s whole body to lurch. Damian’s huge, full, chicken’s egg sized nuts slapped against Dick’s little pouch full of macadamia sized nuts. Damian’s sack alone was bigger than Dick’s entire package. The sheer size difference was invigorating and spurred Damian on even more.

               Damian slammed his cock into his bro’s hungry ass again and again. With each thrust Dick’s entire body lurched. Damian’s older bro would cry out in ecstasy with each pummeling his ass took. He came again and again as Damian’s enormous schlong slammed into his sweet spot over and over. He ran out of actual cum to shoot after only the second or third pass, but that didn’t stop his tiny, little dick from shooting weak, watery spurts of clear jizz.

               Dick’s cries steadily grew quieter and quieter as the afterglow and exhaustion took hold. He felt so fantastic that he never wanted this moment to end, but at the same time he was simply far too spent to keep moaning and writhing, and his nuts just had nothing left to give.

               Damian was reaching his limit as well. His whole body trembled as he struggled to hold back his wad. He never imagined it would feel so good. It took every ounce of resolve and willpower he could muster just to keep from squirting, but he had reached his limit. He let out a loud, guttural cry that sounded more like a feral roar than a moan of release and slammed his dick ass the way into his bro’s tight ass. Damian’s breath caught in his throat. His moans came out as guttural whines. His massive nuts seized up. Huge, thick spurts of spunk erupted from his cock and launched into his bro’s fantastic ass. Damian came again and again. Each blast completely blew his mind. He had had some good cumshots before, but they felt nowhere near as amazing as this, and back when he had had a tiny, three inch dick, his climax had never felt this fulfilling. It felt like he was always meant to be a big-dicked stud. It had just taken him eighteen years of his life to finally reach his full potential, and now that he had a tiny-dicked slut to worship and service his huge cock whenever he needed it, Damian could feel this rush of sexual prowess and post-coital bliss again and again. Damian was practically cackling between moans as the shuddering and lurching of his dick steadily tapered off.

               “Hey. Did you hear that?” Tim Drake asked his buddies. Roy Harper looked up from his curls and furrowed his brow skeptically. Meanwhile Connor Kent put his enormous barbell back on the rack which sent a shockwave through the entire Titan Tower gym.

               “Hear what?” Roy asked curiously.

               “It sounded like someone crying out. Maybe someone needs help?” Connor added.

               “I don’t think it was that kind of crying out. Sounded more like moaning if you ask me.” Tim replied.

               A huge gust of wind blew past them and Wally West skidded to a halt by the door on the far end of the room. “Whatever it is it sounded like it came from the locker room.” Wally replied as he gestured to the door beside him. The four friends and defenders of justice quickly made their way towards the men’s locker room. What they saw when they entered made their jaws drop.

               “Good timing.” Damian Wayne said casually as his friends came barging through the door. Damian slowly pulled his huge cock out of Dick’s hot, muscular, bubble butt. Dick moaned orgasmically as huge gobs of cum oozed out of his blown out ass.

               “Woah. What happened to your cock!?” Roy gasped in shock. All the dudes in Titan Tower knew that Damian was a little small below the belt. They had seen him around the locker rooms, and they had all had their share of fun at his expense. It had all been light-hearted teasing, but what Damian was packing nowadays was not something anyone would make fun of. Simply put it was the greatest dick they had ever seen. Even now that it was steadily softening it had to be almost a foot long.

               “Fuck that! What happened to Dick’s… well… dick!” Tim cut in. Tim had grown up with Dick Grayson much the same way Damian had. He had seen Dick’s fantastic cock firsthand on many occasions. He was always a tad jealous of that legendary tool, but what Dick was sporting now was hardly the stuff of legends. His dick was absolutely tiny. Tim had never seen such a small cock on a grown man.

               “You like it?” Damian asked. He wiggled his hips a bit which caused his huge, meaty schlong to wobble enticingly from side to side. The four friends muttered amongst themselves. None of them were gay, but they couldn’t deny that Damian’s cock was simply fantastic, and the more they looked at it the more they realized they did indeed like it.

               “My cock’s so huge now.” Damian gloated. “It’s so big, and thick, and sexy. I can’t get over how amazingly hot my huge cock is!” The four friends were having a hard time focusing. The more Damian spoke the more they found themselves agreeing. Damian’s cock was so huge and sexy. It made their mouths water just thinking about it.

               “But what happened to Dick?” Tim managed to ask through the haze in his head.

               “You noticed him, huh? I didn’t think his tiny, pathetic little dick would be noticeable next to my huge cock.” Damian gloated playfully.

               “We know your cock is huge.” Connor replied. He was trying to sound annoyed, but his voice came out a little more wistful than intended. He couldn’t figure out how Damian had made his cock grow. The more he thought about it the more his curiosity grew… as did his arousal.

               “Fine. I suppose I could tell you.” Damian replied lazily. He dramatically rolled his eyes to play up his faux-annoyance.

               Damian’s smirk suddenly returned full force. His voice dropped low and quiet as if he was telling stories around a campfire. “Ok. So get this. I found a serum that The Mad Hatter developed and it allows me to take someone’s cock size and add it to my own.” Damian explained giddily.

               “So you took Dick’s!?” Tim asked incredulously.

               “It’s not like I just reached out and took it.” Damian scoffed. “I had to convince Dick to give it to me, and believe you me; he was more than happy to make a little donation to the cause.”

               “A little donation? He gave up the whole thing.” Tim replied incredulously.

               Dick glanced down at his cock. He had to agree with what Tim was saying. He had given up the whole thing. He couldn’t even believe that he had once had the biggest dick in Gotham. Now he had a pathetically tiny nub between his legs. He felt a pit in his stomach form as he watching his already tiny cock slowly deflate into an even smaller semi.

               “It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy it.” Damian replied. He then gestured to Dick and said, “Ask him yourself… of better yet. Tell him. He loves it when you tease him about his little dick, don’t you Dick?”

               Dick let out a soft moan in reply which took the four friends by surprise.  His train of thought was once again derailed by Damian’s teasing. It felt so good to be mocked. It made his tiny dick hard all over again and got him so worked up. Already Dick’s mind was flooded with images of huge cocks. He was still spent from the last round, but his ass ached for another cock in it.

               The four Titans all looked back and forth amongst themselves as they silently decided how to proceed. Roy was actually the first one to step forward.  

               “So. You like it when we tell you your cock is small?” Roy asked uncertainly.

               “Boooring.” Damian replied playfully. “Don’t just ask weak questions like that. Tease him. Mock him. Let him know how pathetic and tiny his little dick is. Believe me, it’s hot as hell, and he can’t get enough of it.” He explained.

               Roy couldn’t quite say why, but teasing Dick did sound hot as hell. A slight smile played at the corner of his lips, and his dick stirred to life as he thought about it. Roy chuckled nervously and then took a deep breath. He steeled his resolve and tried his hand at teasing.

               “Wow. It’s really tiny, huh. That dick looks more like it belongs on a kid.” Roy murmured awkwardly.

               It was strange. The second the words were out of his mouth Roy felt a surge of enthusiasm. Teasing Dick like this was invigorating and arousing. Roy’s hand slowly dropped down to his crotch, and he began to stroke his steadily boning dick through the fabric of his gym shorts.

               “Haha. Yeah… I guess it is.” Dick moaned breathily as he tugged at his tiny stiffy. He felt so humiliated but also so horny. His dick was a pitifully little kiddie dick, and he loved it.

               “Woah. He’s really getting off on it.” Wally gasped.

               “See? I told you. It’s hot as hell, and he loves it.” Damian replied. He was grinning from ear to ear as he said it as if Dick’s reply somehow vindicated him which probably wasn’t far from the truth.

               Tim and Connor couldn’t deny that it was hot. It was hard to say what exactly got them so hot under the collar; was it Dick’s lusty moan; was it the feeling of superiority that came with having such a larger dick in comparison; or was there something more sinister at work. Whatever the case was, Tim and Connor’s cocks were steadily swelling in their shorts.

               “God. Look at you.” Tim said breathlessly as he snaked a hand down the front of his pants. “You used to have such a huge cock, but now you’ve got a toothpick.” Tim felt a rush of excitement as he teased his older compatriot. They had served together for ages, and Dick had always been the older, the stronger, the wiser, and just generally overall better crime-fighter, but now Tim had a marked advantage and it drove him wild.

               “I doubt he’d be able to please a chick with a tic-tac like that.” Connor quipped playfully as he too snaked a hand down his shorts.

               “That’s not an issue.” Damian chuckled. “He’s such a total butt-slut now. He loves dicks. Can’t get enough of them. I doubt he even knows what a pussy looks like now.” Damian explained.

               “I’m looking at a pussy right now.” Roy jeered playfully. He then turned and gave Wally a high five with his free hand. Wally returned the gesture with the hand that wasn’t latched around his rock-hard cock.

               “You could use his pussy if you want. I stretched it out a bit though. It might not be as tight as you’d like.” Damian replied playfully.

               “That’s fine. I’m thinking of using his mouth anyway.” Roy replied giddily. He pushed down his shorts causing his fully-boned cock to spring free.

               Roy’s dick was a solid six inches and plenty thick. He had never felt like he was particularly small before, but that was before he had seen the solid foot of fat dong that Damian was now packing. Somewhere in the back of his mind an idea had taken root. If puny-dicked Damian could grow his cock to a solid foot of fuckstick, there’s no telling how huge Roy’s could get.

               Roy quickly shook the notion from his mind and focused his attention on Dick. The cock-hungry slut was greedily slurping and sucking Roy’s fat cock. “Yeah. Suck it. That’s a real man’s cock. It’s nothing like that thumb you’ve got between your legs.” Roy teased. He chuckled playfully between gasps and moans.

               Dick wasn’t just sucking his cock. He was going all in. Roy could feel Dick’s tongue flicking the tip of his cock while he greedily slurped Roy’s dick. The taste of cock and pre upon his tongue drove him wild, and as he went to town on Roy’s dick he could see the other Titans fish their cocks out from their pants too. Everywhere Dick’s eyes darted he saw fat cocks which just made him hornier. These were real cocks. Not shrimpy baby dicks like his.

               “Fuck. He’s too good at this.” Roy groaned. “None of my girlfriends have ever sucked dick this good.”

               “Huh. You’re not embarrassed being sucked off by a dude?” Tim asked.

               “Nah, man. He’s just too good, and nnng…  and besides… he’s got such a small dick he barely counts as a dude, right?” Roy replied between moans.

               “Can’t argue with you there. That little nub is definitely not a man’s cock.” Tim replied playfully. He then sidled up beside Roy and started poking Dick in the cheek with his cock in an effort to goad Dick into sucking his cock instead of Roy’s.

               Roy glanced down and saw Tim’s five inch stiffy and sneered. “I guess little dicks must run in the Wayne family household, huh?” He teased.

               “Fuck you. It’s not small, and I’m not related to this shrimp-dicked loser. I’m adopted, remember.” Tim spat back.

               “I can see it’s a sore subject. Maybe you can ask your little bro for an inch or two of his since he’s got more than he needs.”  Roy chided playfully.

               Tim glanced over at Damian who was stroking his fully-boned footlong cock. That dick did look absolutely fantastic. Tim could scarcely imagine what it must be like to have such an amazingly huge cock like that. Tim didn’t think of himself as particularly small, but he wouldn’t say no to a few more inches. He just needed to find the right donor…

               Tim’s train of thought was rudely derailed when Wally shoved his way to the front of the line. “Stand aside ladies. Let me show you a real man’s dick.” He said haughtily as he shoved Roy and Tim aside and pressed his long seven inch cock against Dick’s eager lips.

               “It’s not even that big…” Roy muttered.

               “Bigger than yours.” Wally replied playfully. He then began to sigh and coo as Dick worked over his fat cock. “Fuck… you weren’t kidding. This baby-dick fag really does know how to suck a dick.” Wally moaned between gasps.

               “I’ve got to get in on this.” Connor said as he stepped forward and shoved his way through the group. He was by far the biggest and strongest of the quartet, and his size wasn’t just limited to his muscular physique. His eight inch, fat cock blew the other three Titans’ cocks out of the water.

               “Yeah. Step aside! It was my turn!” Roy whined.

               “No need to crowd. He’s not going anywhere. His appetite is insatiable. He’ll be eager to suck our dicks long after we’re all exhausted.” Damian replied as he sidled up beside his friends.

               “Hope he sticks around then.” Roy chimed in. “We’ll give him all the cocks he can handle.”

               Dick could hardly believe his luck. Everywhere he looked there were cocks aimed straight at his face, and each dick was bigger than the last. He wanted to wrap his lips around each and every juicy cock, but he had only one mouth. He sucked on Roy’s fat, six inch cock while stroking Tim and Connor’s cocks, but that left Wally’s long dong and Damian’s immaculate uber-schlong unattended. He couldn’t allow that.

               He turned and gripped Damian’s cock. It was so thick he could barely get his fingers around it. It felt so amazing in his hand. The warm, supple flesh of his little bro’s cock felt wonderful against his palm, but that left Connor’s cock unattended. Dick needed that beer can thick cock in his mouth, and he still hadn’t had a feel for Wally’s long, skinny dick. He turned his head and began sucking on the tip of Connor’s fat, Kryptonian cock. The taste of Superboy’s pre against his tongue was simply divine. He wanted to suck on that forever. As he slurped and sucked Connor’s fat cock, Dick let go of Roy’s cock and began to stroke Wally’s dick. It felt so warm and supple in the palm of his hand, but now Roy’s dick was left flying free and Tim was not getting any action either.  

               This juggling act continued. Dick would switch from stroking one cock to sucking another and jacking another. All the while he wished he could somehow service all those dicks at once. He was so enthralled by all the cocks in his face that he didn’t even think about his blown out ass which still had Damian’s spunk oozing out of it.

               The constant jeers and jibes from the younger Titans drove Dick wild. Every casual jab at the size of his tiny dick got him rock hard all over again. Every snide remark about how he’d never be able to please another man with his pencil dick brought him closer to cumming. Dick was in a paradise of degradation and he loved every second of it. He didn’t miss his old, massive cock not even one little bit. The tiny little prick he had between his buff thighs was exactly what a slut like him deserved. He couldn’t even remember what it was like to be a stud.

               Dick could hardly believe how different his life was compared to what it was just a few days ago. Just last week he would never have dreamed of touching another dude’s dong in any sort of sexual way, but now he just couldn’t get enough of them. He wanted cock in his mouth, in his hands, in his ass… He just wanted cocks all over him. Just thinking about it made him want to cream, and the cavalcade of cocks that surrounded him now brought him even closer to the edge.

               “Shiii…..” Wally moaned between gasps.

               “Fastest guy alive is at it again.” Roy teased.

               “fuck you… I can’t be the first to… fff….uuu….” Wally groaned as he struggled to hold back.

               “Oh fuck… I’m gonna…” Roy moaned.

               “Me too… I can’t…” Tim whined.

               “This is so gay.” Connor muttered between moans.

               “And you all love it.” Damian teased between gasps.

               Roy was the first to go. His cock lurched hard in Dick’s hand. Dick didn’t even have time to prepare before a big, wet splurt of jizz nailed him square in the side of the face. Tim was second. Dick’s lips around his cock just felt too fantastic. Tim had never felt so amazing before. He had resisted this long, but he just couldn’t hold out any longer. He let out a low, loud moan as his dick shuddered and lurched. His cock lurched so hard that it shook loose of Dick’s eager mouth before spraying spooge across Dick’s face. Connor soon followed suit. His huge, fat dick splurted creamy jizz all over the side of Dick’s face. It took superhuman levels of restraint to hold out as long as he had, but the second Connor blew, Wally let his own load fly. He was filled with the euphoria of sexual release, but he was also giddy that he wasn’t the first to blow.

               Dick stopped trying to stroke and suck the Titans. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and sat back and let the jizz flow over him. The warm, sticky spunk clung to his hair, oozed down his face, and washed across his tastebuds. It was so fantastic that he never wanted this moment to end, but he could already feel the Titans’ loads tapering off. Roy’s spurts got weaker. Tim’s wads got waterier. Connor’s shots became fewer and far between, but right before his lewd cum bath could end completely Dick heard a familiar, guttural moan. Dick’s smile grew even wider. There was one last member of the party who needed to blow their load.

               Damian’s whole body trembled. He had just cum mere minutes before, but he had gotten so worked up watching his older bro service his friends’ cocks that he needed to shoot again. Damian’s cock trembled. The tip flared up. He took aim, shut his eyes, and moaned loudly.

               Damian’s wads were massive compared to his friends’. Even after having just cum, Damian’s loads were still enough to drench Dick’s face. Every inch of dry skin was soaked in his spunk. Damian couldn’t hold back his laughter, and he didn’t even try. Dick just looked so pathetic with his face completely laminated in spooge and his tiny, puny little prick sputtering and spurting weak loads of jizz. Dick was cumming hard and he hadn’t even laid a finger on his cock. He was just that excited by all the cum and cocks that were in his face.

               As the haze of lust slowly faded from his mind, Dick had a brief moment of clarity. He stared down in shock at his own body. He had cum dripping from his face and down his sculpted chest and abs, and he didn’t even mind that. It was just shocking to think that he had once been the ultimate ladies’ man. He had never before even considered the notion of hooking up with guys, but here he was slurping jizz and sucking cocks like the baby dicked bottom that he was.

               Dick stared at his tiny cock and couldn’t believe how much he had changed. He couldn’t believe he had let Damian talk him into giving up almost all of his size, but if he had the option to do it over again he wasn’t sure he’d change his mind. As much as he loved being a hot, hung ladies’ man, his little dick just felt right.

“I know,” my son said, not looking at me.

I licked my lips, completing the order, then picked him up and thre him on the bed.

“You a fag, son?” I demanded, shoving my hand up his shorts, the tips of my fingers finding his pucker underwear free. “Daddy’s little faggot?”

My son, red faced, sprung a boner in answer.

Public Health Warning

Every year the same stories would appear in the news over and over. Some hysterical parent days before Halloween would appear on the news shouting about razor blades inside chocolate bars or medication being passed off as candy.

Liam never believed any of the stories. It was all for ratings. So this Halloween he ignored the stories, even though they seemed louder and more complex then normal. It wasn’t drugs or blades this time, it was a chemical spill in China being blamed for contaminating candy.

Just as Liam was taking his younger brother, who was way too old, out to trick or treat a government warning had cut into the regular programming on the tv.

In a loud monotone voice it warned every citizen to avoid Halloween branded candy, to dispose of Halloween branded candy and to seek medical attention it Halloween branded candy was ingested. But Liam was already out the door with a rubber mask over his face while his younger brother stormed ahead dressed as a wizard.

The streets were dead, a lot of houses while decorated in plastic ghouls and lit pumpkins never answered their doors, and only a few had candy on the porch.

Those ones with candy didn’t even look like they’d been touched.

Liam thought it odd, he hadn’t seen anyone else walking the streets. Not a single gaggle of trick or treaters, only Liam and his brother Scotty.

Scotty wasn’t complaining he was taking huge handfuls of candy, and even completely emptied a few bowls of abandoned candy.

Liam hasn’t touched the candy, he’d been trying to stay fit for school and didn’t want to ruin his chance for six pack abs by the end of the year.

Scotty though was greedily shovelling candy into his mouth. He had always been a heavy kid, but as Liam looked at him Scotty didn’t appear to be carrying any of the girth he’d always had.

He actually looks very trim, and taller. Maybe he was just standing straighter. Liam tried to change his posture, even walking on his top toes just to get the correct height difference between him and Scotty.

They’d done a circuit of their neighbourhood and Liam decided to head back. The streets were too quiet and Scotty’s bag was already overflowing with candy.

Liam was surprised Scotty could handle the weight, but his brothers arms seemed to be thicker.

Normally Scotty would break a sweat walking down a long flight of stairs. But he was almost glowing, his reddish hair was bright and bouncy, his skin lightly tanned and flawless.

It wasn’t the skin of a guy who spent zero time in the sun and ate nothing but greasy food.

Liam watched his brother the entire walk back. When he wasn’t eating his candy Scotty kept complaining, either his shoes were tight or his shirt was choking him.

Liam pretended it was just Scotty being annoying, but Scotty did look different.

It might of just been that Liam hadn’t looked at his brother properly for ages, but then again Scotty was looking a bit beefy. The shirt under his wizard cloak was riding up rippling abs and was being drawn tight over bulging pecs.

The two boys got home and Liam was about to go call his parents when he noticed the TV was still on. The news running with a breaking news story.

“Mass contamination of Halloween candy”

Liam just stood and watched. Scotty vanished off into the kitchen with his bag of candy in hand. His footfalls sounding a lot heavier than normal.

The news continued.

“A public health warning had been issued with a nation wide recall of all confectionery”

“A massive chemical spill in China”

Liam turned his head away from the tv, the ripping sound of fabric came from the kitchen.

He called for Scotty, who only replied with muffled chewy.

Liam found Scotty sitting on the kitchen counter, now shirtless with his toned meaty torso on full show. The remains of his shirt spread out on the kitchen floor, it looked like he’d torn it off. He was taller and looked more his age then ever before, maybe even older.

Scotty was still eating the candy, the contaminated candy.

Before Liam could warn his little brother Scotty grunted between mouthfuls of chocolate.

His larger feet suddenly slapped the floor, his ass still firmly planted on the counter.

Liam gulped, Scotty had just grown a foot of height in a second flat and it looked like he was about to grow again.

Gage’s favorite part about fucking was turning any guy who wanted him into a cum hungry, broken slut wanting more. He could fuck a guy stupid 10 times over. His throbbing, veiny cock destroyed boys holes and took them beyond cloud 9. Gage’s precum lubed his massice cock making it easy for him to ram it all the way in on the first thrust, no preparation, no restraint, instantly breaking the boys mind.

The vains on his cock pulse with each thrust, only stimulating the boys ass further. It was almost instantly that the bottom would be overtaken with pleasure. They would cum several times before Gage was done, his cock destroying their prostate.

The soft tinkle of a bell snaps you out of your reverie. You blink your eyes and shake your head. You didn’t even realize that you’d zoned out, and try as you might you can’t remember what you were doing before you had. The sound of the door swinging shut behind you startles you and for the first time you take stock of your situation.

It appears that you’ve found yourself at a sex shop that is not at all familiar to you. In fact, it doesn’t seem like any place you would willingly go to. But you don’t have any memories of a struggle. You don’t even remember how you got here to begin with.

You turn around to try and leave when you notice that it’s raining outside. Well, raining may be a bit of an understatement. It’s almost as though the very floodgates of heaven had been blasted open. Rain pelts the front glass panes of the forward display cases with such force that you can hear the pitter-patter even from inside the store. Somehow not a hair on your body is wet, and yet it’s clear that you came in from that deluge.

A man standing at the counter clears his throat, interrupting your thoughts. “Hello. You’re the one with the hair appointment, right?” he says, with a small smile. You’re pretty sure that he wasn’t there a moment ago, but who are you to argue with this weird-as-fuck place.

You don’t know where you are. You don’t know who this is. And apparently you don’t have your phone with you so you can pretend to be talking to someone while trying to figure out an escape plan so you figure that it’s probably best to just play along. “Uhh, yeah,” you say, shrugging. You don’t even pay attention to what he just said, but when it dawns on you that he has you booked for a hair appointment, you realize that he might actually be right.

It doesn’t explain why you remember nothing about how you got here, but you figure you can just chalk it up to stress. One of your friends probably dropped you off, and the rain must have come down as soon as you got indoors. Yeah. That is a reasonable explanation that your mind can accept. So you go with it. “I mean, yeah, I… uh… I wanted to get my hair done,” you mutter, under your breath.

“Good, good,” says the man behind the counter. “Well, right this way, sir.” For the first time since you’ve come in, you take a really good look at the person who had been behind the counter. He’s actually somewhat cute. Platinum blond. Looks younger than he probably is. Wearing nothing but a pink leather harness, a pink jockstrap, and a pair of pink leather ass-less chaps.

He takes you around to the back of the shop where there’s one of those hair-washing stations and a stylist’s station. You’re a bit suspicious that there’s only one space here, but you go with the flow anyway and sit down at the hair-washing station just like you’re told. As you’re leaning back to place your head in the basin, you notice a picture of a twink wearing pretty much the same outfit as the cashier guy minus the chaps and plus a backwards snapback. “That your boyfriend?” you ask, trying to make small talk.

The cashier blinks and looks at where you’re looking. He laughs and shakes his head. “No, no,” he says. “That’s the owner, if you could believe it. Anyway, it’s okay if you get an erection during the next part. It happens to everyone.”

(Source: queermenow.com)

You’re pretty sure that it’s masseuses who should say that, not stylists, but you chalk it up to the general weirdness of this place. You settle in, letting your body go limp as you feel the trickle of warm water on your scalp. It’s so soothing. You can’t help but shiver at the sensation as the water flows over your ears.

“That’s right, just relax and let it all flow through you…” says the shopkeeper. The feeling of his fingers lathering shampoo into your hair feels so good that you don’t notice the way that your mind goes all fuzzy and foggy. You moan quietly as you shift on the seat, your cock twitching in your pants. It feels so good, it’s almost like getting a blowjob.

You bask in the pleasure, letting it flow through you just as the shopkeeper said. You feel your mind getting foggier and foggier, your thoughts getting slower and simpler, but you don’t care. You can’t seem to care. Even though you know that it should be cause for alarm. You just feel so good. So relaxed. You can’t be fucked to be scared or angry.

You sigh, your eyes rolling up into your head as the clothes melt away from you, disappearing thread by thread, exposing your throbbing cock and hard nipples to the cold air. You shiver. You feel so sensitive all over. Like the slightest touch to your skin would set you off.

At the same time you feel something warm and tingly in your scalp. Your head feels heavier, too. Almost like your hair is growing out as the shopkeeper kneads your scalp with the shampoo.

Your mouth drops open involuntarily as you sigh with pleasure. Your cock twitches and leaks between your legs. A trickle of drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth down your chest. Your thoughts, memories, personality, it all fades away, popping like delicate soap bubbles as the shopkeeper lathers the shampoo into your head. Almost like the shampoo is leaching your melted brains out of your head.

And then the water comes on and you can’t help but giggle as you feel it all, smarts, memories, self-determination, getting washed down the drain. Your cock twitches and starts spurting hot cum all over your chest and face. You’re dazed, blissfully blank and mindless, when the shopkeeper gets you onto your feet and sits you down in front of the mirror.

He towels off your hair. It’s long. It hangs to your shoulders. It’s so pretty. And it frames your new, handsome face perfectly. Drool dribbles from your open mouth onto your chiseled abs and firm pecs as you mindlessly watch the shopkeeper dry your hair off with a blow-drier that makes you cum all over again, removing the final dregs of your old self.

Then, he scoops up your cum and kneads it into your hair, giving it a healthy luster. You giggle, feeling so mindless and dumb and slutty as thoughts of cock and cum dominate your empty head, almost like your cum is seeping into your brain through your scalp, filling you with a desperate hunger for cock.

And then it’s over. Just like that. With the snap of someone’s fingers, you’re transported out of the salon chair. Before you can figure out where you’ve landed, not that you could have with your new limited IQ, you feel fingers tangled in your delicate locks. You moan as your hair is pulled back, your back arching into the thrusts of the thick cock currently pummeling your boypussy.

You moan, screaming in ecstasy as the memory of the strange shop, where you’d lost everything to gain the one thing you’d always wished for, is obliterated. Not that you would want to reverse anything. Not that you are capable of understanding what you’ve lost. The only thing that’s really left to you now is to enjoy the pounding because this is your life from now on.

If you liked that story, you can view more of my work at the following links! And I have ebooks, too!

Long Stories | Short Stories | Captions | Ebooks

Who else lives in the Grey City beyond the Pink Fairy and his constant, perverted, and deviant meddling in the lives of mortal men? These are questions that seem innocuous enough. But in truth, they have potentially apocalyptic consequences. The mortal mind is not well-equipped to handle this kind of knowledge, and once this Truth becomes known, it cannot be denied.

But I suppose that knowledge of a little piece of the Grey City couldn’t hurt to impart. Know only that asking for more means being forced to confront the Truth that hides in the shadows when they seem too long or too deep, or in the formless creatures of horror that dwell in the periphery of your vision, always there but never noticed.

For all that the Pink Fairy and his partner the Purple Fairy conjure pleasure beyond the comprehension of mortal men, that little sex shop is hardly representative of the rest of the Grey City and the existential horrors that dwell there.

So I shall tell you of another place that will not so burden your mortal mind with uncomfortable knowledge as to break it. And I will do so by telling you of the story of an young man who had the unenviable misfortune to happen upon that place.

(Source: @suitstiesandcocks || “Rough Trade” by Menatplay.com)

Deep in the heart of the Grey City, past the towering Cathedral with its soaring spires and laughing gargoyles, is the battered husk of a building. The red brick wall is weathered and crumbling. The windows, though caged in by black iron bars, sport broken glass and clumsily nailed wooden boards.

It is before this building that the young man, Andrew, finds himself. He is a brilliant young man with a radiant future ahead of him. High grades have made sure of that. But he has never been particularly popular. And despite decently good looks he has never managed to snag himself a boyfriend. Not for lack of trying.

He was hoping that maybe the Pink Fairy could help him. He was done feeling lonely and wanted more out of life. But the thing with Andrew is that he has always been willful and curious. As he was standing in front of the Pink Fairy’s sex shop, he did something that only a handful of people had ever managed to do: he walked away.

Now he is standing in front of a run down building. His curiosity burns inside him. He walks forward and pushes open the door. It creaks open on rusted hinges. The hallway beyond is dark but he swallows his apprehension and steps through the threshold.

In that moment he is transported somewhere else entirely. It is a paradise of the flesh. A palace of lust to rival the sex shop that he had just walked away from.

Built in the style of a Moroccan palace, with marble walls, columns, and gilded archways, it is clear to him that no expense has been spared on the decoration of this place. The entire entrance hall is filled with lavish lounges in little alcoves off to the side of the main entryway, filled with luxurious cushions surrounding foot-tall tables piled high with glistening, mouth-watering food.

Andrew is spellbound. He walks toward one of those alcoves and takes a seat. He sinks into the cushion and for the first time notices that he is naked. He is ashamed for a moment, until he realizes that no one here is dressed for modesty.

As he watches the other tables, he sees men of every shape and size walking around, serving and servicing the other clients. Some wear collars and leather harnesses to accentuate their bulging muscles, and thick limbs. Others wear delicate sheer silk veils that call attention to their slender, feminine, bodies. Needless to say there are men here for every taste, from the slightest of twinks to the most hulking of bodybuilders. The sight makes him rock hard.

But all it takes is that one moment of inattention, that second of gawking at the beautiful jock that has come to his table to suck him off, for Andrew’s fate to be sealed. He is given a glass of water that he eagerly gulps down, not noticing the fuzziness that descends upon his thoughts until it is much too late. As he grunts, holding onto the jock’s head and bucking his hips into that warm, wet mouth, the mind-shattering orgasm comes over him and he passes out.

When he comes to, he is seated in a chair in a dimly lit room. In front of him is a gorgeous man in a three-piece suit. “Hello,” says the man. “My name is Mr. Mode.” The man smiles, flashing too-sharp teeth. “Or, as some mortals like to call me, Asmodeus.”

It is only then that Andrew realizes the true danger that he is in. But it is too late by far. He is powerless to stop Asmodeus as the prince of Hell picks him up from the chair and bends him over a nearby bed. The demon enters him and he could feel the heat of that demon cock burning away his sense of self, his free will, and all of his intelligence. He can’t do anything but moan helplessly as he is broken and remade in the image of one of Asmodeus’ painted whores and eventually he comes to love it.

Asmodeus’ demon cock leaves nothing but the desire to obey and please in his mind. It leaves a hunger for cock and cum that cannot be denied. It pushes out everything else that is non-essential. Personality. Free will. Intelligence. All of it burns away in the heat of the seed that floods into Andrew when Asmodeus finally cums inside him after hours of vicious pounding.

By the time that he returns to the entrance hall months later, Andrew is a different person entirely. His body has changed beyond recognition. Muscles bulge on his form. His arms and legs are thick, his pecs firm, his abs rock-solid. But perhaps the most changed part of him is his ass, which balloons out into a big bubble that bounces behind him with every step.

The spray of cum across his face from his first client sealed the deal for all eternity. His immortal soul will never know anything more than being a whore for Mr. Mode. Not that he would have faced a much different fate had he not resisted the call of the Pink Fairy.

If you liked that story, you can view more of my work at the following links! And I have ebooks, too!

Long Stories | Short Stories | Captions | Ebooks

I try to be good, I really do but, somehow, my inner slut always manages to win out.