Jocks & Bros

“Connor, watch out!” It was a hectic battle that the members of the Teen Titans were in. They were fighting a supplier of various drugs and potions that other supervillains used. The drugs and potions were flying everywhere, but thankfully, Speedy was able to catch most of them. One vial, though, was too close to Connor’s face for Speedy to catch and dispose of in time. The vial shattered and the pink liquid landed on Connor’s tongue. He tried to spit out as much as he could, but he unfortunately swallowed some of it. 

The supervillain was defeated, and the team never did learn what Connor had ingested until some time had passed. Dick made sure to run some tests when they got back to the base, but they showed that it was an unknown substance. “Stay safe, Connor,” Dick said, patting his teammate on the back. As Connor seemed to be pretty normal, regardless of him swallowing some strange liquid, he still went on missions with the team. 

There was a lot more punching and fighting in these missions, more up Connor’s alley. But after coming back from every fight, Connor found himself needing to jerk off. That wasn’t strange; his biological age meant he would be horny as fuck most of the time. But it increasingly seemed like Connor needed to jerk off 24/7. His suit was pretty tight and was able to hide his erection well, but it was so weird fighting crime then having to jerk off immediately after. And the two of those things weren’t related. Crime-fighting didn’t make Connor hard and horny, but some men that they had fought and captured did make Connor feel that way!

And that was another thing Connor had started to notice recently. His attraction was slowly changing to men. Originally, his jerk-off fantasies consisted of what he might do to Starfire if she allowed him to ravage her body, amongst other things. Now, he was imagining plowing his cock inside of Dick’s meaty ass, his Nightwing outfit accentuating it nicely. He didn’t mind coming to the realization that he was bi, but as the days passed, he thought less and less about women sexually. Fuck, he had accidentally bumped in Starfire while she was walking back from the shower recently, causing her to drop her towel, and her nude body did nothing to Connor! 

Along with his sexuality, another thing that Connor noticed was his decreasing intelligence. Now, he definitely wasn’t the smartest one of the team, by far, but he could hold his own in conversation, and was still one of the best tacticians on the team. However, as the days passed, Connor found himself making careless mistakes when telling his teammates where to go, and stumbling over basic words and phrases that even Starfire picked up easily! As a result of all of this, he asked Dick to run some more tests on him, to see if the substance was still in his body. 

“Yeah, it is,” Dick told Connor, looking at the scans. “It seems to be like plaque in your arteries. It’s not clogging it, but it seems to be emitting some sort of-” Dick was rudely interrupted from his spiel by a kiss on the lips from Connor. Dick reciprocated for a few seconds before pushing his teammate away. “What the fuck, Connor!? What the fuck is going on with you!?” 

“I don’t know, Dick. Tee-hee-hee! That’s a funny name!” 

“Shit, Connor, something’s seriously fucked you up! Let’s see if Bruce and the JL have any more information.” Connor was excited to go to the Hall of Justice and be in close contact with the older and hunkier superheroes. Unfortunately, only Bruce was there, and he was wearing his bulky costume that made it hard for Connor to imagine his hunky body underneath. Still, he tried to remain as calm as possible as Bruce ran some additional tests and plugged the results into the Justice League’s more advanced software. 

Dick and Bruce both frowned when the results came up on the screen. What they did learn was that the Potion-Maker didn’t actually make whatever Connor had ingested. All of his potions and drugs had a distinct chemical make-up, kind of like his calling card. Whatever was in Connor didn’t have that, so it would make it even harder for them to figure out what had happened to their fellow superhero. As Connor slept on the ride back to the Teen Titans’ base, he had a dream about Dick putting the plane on autopilot and getting fucked by Connor inside the plane. 

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, and Connor woke up with a throbbing erection that he could not get rid of just yet. Connor was allowed to go on a couple more missions after the more advanced testing had been done on him. After nearly blowing the mission for the team, and potentially exposing their secret identities, Connor had to be grounded. He was sent to his room, which allowed him even more time to jerk off. In addition to his increasing horniness, Connor found himself getting dumber and dumber still. 

He had been able to speak in full and complete sentences just a couple weeks ago. Now he dropped unnecessary words and didn’t use pronouns. It took Raven a couple seconds to understand Connor when he asked, “Connor want food!” 

“Ew, I’m not getting fucked by you!” Raven responded, until Connor slapped his stomach and pointed to the kitchen cabinets. “Oh.” Connor’s vocabulary continued to slip day by day. His basic sentences slowly dwindled down to two word sentences, and then just one word sentences. In addition to his vocabulary, his intelligence overall was still steadily dropping. Many times, he walked around the base completely naked, even once stumbling into a meeting with the Justice League themselves! 

Wonder Woman had to blush as Dick helped Connor out of the room. Clark just avoided looking at his son until he was gone. Along with his nudity, Connor was also constantly hard and stroking his dick. Raven was a bit disgusted with it at first, but then she realized he was looking at the men. Beast Boy liked to indulge Connor a bit, but pretty much every other superhero kept their clothes on and kept their distance from the increasingly dumb and increasingly horny Connor. 

Finally, the final straw was reached. Connor was walking around the base, surprisingly clothed, but in a half-assed sort of way. His shirt was on correctly, but his pants were pulled down and his cock was not covered at all by his underwear. Like normal, it was rock hard, and Connor came. He had started cumming in public places now, not caring who was watching him or what he was actually jerking off to. He just wanted to cum, and his cumshots were massive. A good amount of cum was dripping all over his body. He had pulled his shirt up while ejaculating too, so some had even landed on his chest. 

But the final straw was what he said afterwards, or actually, didn’t say. Connor had surprisingly kept sorry in his vocabulary for quite a long time. But today, after cumming, he just grunted. Dick, who was unfortunately on clean-up duty, asked Connor if he was sorry for causing yet another mess and taking time away from crime-fighting. Dick dropped the towel when Connor didn’t say anything back, just grunting. 

“Oh shit, oh fuck,” he said. Dick knew that loss of language was really bad, and they absolutely needed to find what was going on with Connor. To placate him on the ride back to the Hall of Justice, Dick allowed Connor to suck him off. He had to admit, for a formerly straight guy who seemed to get no action since his sexuality had shifted to gay, he was excellent at giving a blowjob! He touched down and was shocked to see Captain Marvel standing next to Bruce. 

Connor patiently waited inside the plane, jerking off to the hot sight of Captain Marvel’s skintight costume as Billy explained what had probably happened to Connor. “So, I was reading this hot story online, and I thought it was about bimbos. But it’s actually about himbos, or male bimbos. The way they become these himbos is by drinking a pink solution. After, um, ejaculating, I brought the information to Bruce.” 

“I was thankful for the information Billy had brought me, and using some sources, I was able to procure some himbo solution myself. The color of the solution seems to match the solution we caught on camera during the Potion-Master fight.” 

“And you need Connor here because the sample you previously took from it is too dated?” 

“I’ve taught you well, Dick. It’s easier to do this inside. Can you get Connor there?”

“I can try.” Thankfully, by changing into his suit, Dick, and Billy, were able to goad Connor inside by having him focus on their thick and juicy asses. Bruce was able to run the tests successfully. 

“It’s a match,” he noted, but with a frown on his face. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Billy asked, while Connor continued to imagine playing with Billy’s nude and adult body. 

“Well, yes, but the sample in Connor’s sample matched with the sample I procured of permanent himbo solution, or powder, as it’s known. I’m ashamed to note that we have no cure as of now. Connor will permanently remain a himbo for the foreseeable future.” 

Always on display

For maximum exposure, open the shutters fully

You have to burn it all down.

The old life. The old thoughts. The old standards. The careful plans, the quiet ambitions, the soft little identity you spent years protecting. None of it survives the transformation. You don’t get to keep the smart version of yourself and still end up looking like this.

Look at him.

That body wasn’t built by balance. It was built by obsession. By deciding that nothing else mattered more than the next pump, the next meal, the next load of pure, stupid hunger. Every plate. Every set. Every night spent aching and still wanting more. The head emptied out until the only things left rattling around in there were more muscle and more sex.

That’s the deal.

You have to destroy the parts of you that still care about being clever, being careful, being “enough” in the old way. Let them die. Let the guilt die with them. Let the fear of looking ridiculous die. What’s left is the only thing that was ever real: the need to get bigger, thicker, heavier, dumber. To become the kind of man whose entire existence is written in veins and sweat and the constant low thrum of wanting to fuck and be used and grow.

Empty the head.

Fill it with lust.

Then keep going until the mirror finally shows you something worth staring at.

This is what it costs.

How do you compare?