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“Dude, I don’t get it.”

“What’s not to get?” Mike grinned.

The two men paused their jog, taking a few deep breaths and basking in the warmth of the summer air. Jason wiped some sweat from his forehead and looked towards his friend.

“I guess I can understand it, well in theory.” Jason continues, running a hand through his blond hair, “But you’re telling me you’ll fuck around for hours and still not blow? Like, what’s the point?”

“That is the point, bro.” Mike stretches his muscular arms, “When you're right on the edge, so close to release... it's like nothing else. Fuck... and when you do finally let go.” His grin widens, “Fucking mind-blowing, best orgasm you’ll ever have.”

“Yeah but dude, isn't it just torture? Having to hold back all that time?” Jason shakes his head, “I'd rather just bust a nut and be done with it. Fuck, how do you get anything done? I feel like I’d be so fucking horny all day.”

Mike chuckles and slaps Jason on the back, “Oh man, it’s about the journey, not the destination. And that journey could last for hours, even days if you get as good as me.”

Jason raises an eyebrow skeptically. “Hours? Days? Dude, I don't know if my balls could take that much punishment. Sounds like a case of self-inflicted blue balls.”

“Ah you’re boring, man.” Mike shrugs, “But if you ever want a lesson.” He winks playfully.

“Gross dude.” Jason chuckles, “You do you, man. Just glad I’m not your cock.”

“You wish you were.” Mike laughs, “C’mon, lets finish this run.”

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It’s the next morning when Jason is awakened by the sound of an unfamiliar alarm.

“Ugh fuck.” He thinks. His body feels stiff- more so than what he would’ve expected from the intensity of his workout yesterday, “I didn’t go that hard.” He thinks, his thoughts shifting to the blaring alarm, “Okay, okay... I can’t see anything...” It was so dark, and he was covered in warm fabric, “Those black out curtains are good...” He tries to reach out towards the sound of the alarm, “My arms... I can’t move my arms...” It’s a strange sensation, as if he doesn’t have arms to move.

As the realization slowly dawns on Jason, panic begins to set in. He tries to sit up, to move his legs, but feels only a strange, throbbing heat emanating from below. Each movement he makes just causes his body to twitch. He tries again and again to move, but nothing responds to his mental commands. Even his desperate attempts to call out for help are useless. No words are able to leave his mouth, which feels forced open in an circular shape. The only thing Jason can feel is his form rubbing against something soft with each weak twitch of his stiff body.

“Ugh fuck...” Jason perks up at the sound of Mike voices, “God damnit... this fuckin’ alarm.”

The alarm is silenced and Mike throws the sheets off of him. The light shines through the room, illuminating it and giving Jason a better view. Jason can barely process his new perspective. He finds himself looking directly up at Mike's toned abdominal muscles, the individual abs clearly defined. His gaze traces up further, taking in the expansive, sculpted pectoral muscles above. To either side of Jason, towering and filling his entire field of vision, are Mike's colossal thighs. He can feel the warmth radiating from them.

“C’mon dude! Don’t you see me?” Jason thinks, an increasing sense of panic welling up from inside him.

Mike yawns and looks down, a slow grin forming across his face. Jason can feel Mike’s eyes on him and he wants to ask why the hell his buddy is smiling at him. More importantly, he wanted to ask why the fuck he was apparently in his bed, wedged between his bro’s thighs. But he couldn’t- for whatever reason he could form the words.

“Well hello there, handsome.” Mike chuckles to himself, “Looks like someone's ready to start the day.” Mike reaches down at wraps his meaty hand around his throbbing cock.

A jolt of intense pleasure shoots through Jason's entire being as he feels Mike's strong hand wrap around his body. The sensation is overwhelming - every nerve ending seems to come alive at once. He can feel the texture of Mike's skin, the slight calluses on his palm, the firm yet gentle grip. As Mike begins to stroke, slowly at first then picking up speed, waves of ecstasy pulse through Jason's new body. He twitches and throbs in Mike's grasp, growing even harder.

“Oh god oh fuck what the hell is happening?! I.... ohhhh.... please stop..... I'm not a dick.... I'm not a damn cock! I’m a man!”

Jason's mind reels as the sensations intensify. Mike's grip tightens, stroking faster now. Jason's thoughts grow increasingly slurred and fragmented.

“Nnngh f-fuck... s'too much...” Jason's brain fogs over with each pump of Mike's fist. The pleasure is all-consuming, wiping away coherent thought, “Can't... can't think straight...”As Mike's strokes become more urgent, Jason's resolve crumbles. The boundaries of his identity blur and fade, “I'm... I'm not... hnnngh! 

Jason's protests dissolve. In his hazy, lust-addled state, the idea of being separate from Mike's cock starts to seem absurd. After all, everything that made him Jason was gone. His firm pecs, muscular arms, toned legs- gone, his body just a veiny, thick shaft. His handsome features, killer smile- gone, just a pink cock head. Jason's mind goes completely blank as the pleasure peaks. All rational thought vanishes, replaced only by pure, primal need.

“Yes... I am a cock... Mike's cock...” Jason thinks, his remaining shreds of identity merging fully with his new role, “This is all I am, all I've ever been...” His purpose becomes clear, “Need... to... cum...”

But the hand stops. And as it does, Mike throws back his head and moans, basking in the pleasure and pain of denied release. All the while, Jason is suddenly jolted back to reality, his thoughts becoming clear, as a sense of clarity washes over him.

“Fuck...” He thinks as he regains focus, “I nearly...”

A sense of dread washes over him. He was so close. So close to losing himself. If Mike hadn’t stopped... if he kept going...

“...and when you do finally let go... Fucking mind-blowing...”

Mike’s words repeat in Jason’s consciousness. And Jason realizes that there is certainly a truth to his bro’s statement. If... when Mike finally released... Jason tries to push the thought out of his head. He had time- maybe he could find a way to communicate or reverse this. But before he can think more on it, Jason feels his perspective change again as Mike gets out of bed.

“Gotta hit the gym first.” Mike mumbles, grinning down at his slowly softening dick, “It’s been a few days, hasn’t it? Workout first, then...”

And Jason begins to realize he might not have as much time left as he thought. Mike grabs a pair of compression shorts and plunges Jason back into darkness, the feeling of the soft fabric teasing him even more. His thoughts growing foggy once again as each of Mike’s movements send a wave of pleasure and pain down the length of his sensitive, semi-hard body. The aching need nearly unbearable. Despite his earlier determination to escape this predicament, a small part of Jason finds himself craving the release he was denied. To fully experience Mike's take on edging.

"We're going until you go pop," one of my cousins said, and then he stuck his cock right back in me. Slowly, the cum filled my stomach. It rose up and spilled out my mouth. I could feel it filling up my veins and bubbling in my bones.

"Wait--" I say for the millionth time. I can't move anymore. Everything feels hot and strange and...

"Fuck and fuck our cousin's ass, treat him like a slu-ut. Fill him up with all our cum, POP goes the fuck toy."

Chad grins, pulling down his shorts, his cock bulging in his underwear.

“Dude no one’s gonna notice man. Don’t tell me you’re gonna flake on me dude?”

You get on your knees and grab his bulge, but then a twig snaps off in the distance and you stop flirting as you get back up.

“Dude you wanted this and now you want to back out? I drove us here because no one ever comes here so stop whimping out.”

Chad sounded upset and you got back on your knees. His package was looking even bigger, straining the fabric and as you go to pull it down, a sharp cold breeze hits the back of your neck and you panic and trip on your feet as you look up at Chad.

“Sorry man I can’t do this.”

The man looks at you with disappointment.

“Don’t care man. I’m still going to get my rocks off regardless.”

Suddenly Chads posers stretch beyond human limits and rips free as his cock massively inflated in front of your eyes.

It’s horrendously huge and without warning, Chad leaned forward and grabbed you as he pushed your head into his gaping slit.

You panic and squirm, flailing as you let out a muffled yell as his hungry cock devoured you but Chad held you steady with you getting pulled in deeper and deeper until he was stuffing your wiggling feet down his hungry cock.

Chad grinned as his balls suddenly exploded in size only for the contents inside to roll around with bulges pushing outwards in random places.

“I don’t got time for wimps man.” As he had to use both hands to stroke and tug his massive cock and with rapidness did he groan loudly as his cock suddenly erupted in thick ropes of cum as he shot out what was left of you now as white ropes all against the closed off section he snuck you over to.

Sneering at Alan's continued whining, Keith had flipped him off before telling Alan that he wouldn't dare because if he did, he'd be missing out on this. Keith then whipped out his cock, putting it on full display for a stunned Alan. Seeing Alan's eyes transfixed on his dick, Keith tauntingly suggested that if Alan was going to complain, then he might as well do it whilst having his mouth wrapped around Keith's cock. If he did that, he could complain the whole time for all Keith cared.

The salesmen had come to pitch their products to Mr. Miller at the same time. Both represented different major seed suppliers who were both seeking to expand their customer base at an aggressively fast pace. Supplying the seeds for Mr. Miller’s vast farmland would be worth millions. So both were determined to land the contract for themselves and earn themselves a hefty signing bonus.

Mr. Miller, however, wasn’t very eager to make a quick deal. He’d had problems with his previous supplier not handling his seed supplies correctly, and it had severely damaged the profit margin of his last harvest as a result of their mistakes. Mr. Miller couldn’t and wouldn’t stand for such incompetence again and so demanded that the company salesman prove directly to him that their company was the one that had the necessary skills and willingness to go above and beyond to handle his valuable seed.

Seeing the prominent bulge in the farmer’s pants, it didn’t take long for each of the salesmen to understand what they’d have to do to land the sale. In no time at all, both were on their knees, shoving against each other, trying to give the farmer as much pleasure as they could.

Due to the sound of the washing machine, he didn’t notice me straight away. It might also have had something to do with what he was doing, as from the way he bounced in place and groaned continuously as the washing machine vibrated, it was pretty clear that he had a dildo shoved up his arsehole and was fully in the blissed-out state of having his arse fucked.

When he finally caught on that I was standing there watching him, he started like a deer. He tried pushing himself off of the dildo, but his body was too weak from the fucking he’d given himself that he collapsed right back onto it, letting out a wantonly slutty moan as he did so. I did at least get a glimpse of the dildo he was using. I was surprised by how big it was. It obviously wasn’t the first time he’d had something up his arsehole.

“Looks like someone’s having a good time. Home alone, are we?” I asked, giving the man my best cocky grin.

His body was still shaking with exhaustion as he nodded weakly. “My wife’s gone to visit her parents, took Ewen with her. What are you…?” He asked, obviously still trying to wrap his mind around me having caught him with his pants down, literally.

“Your son doesn’t tell me shit; I wonder if I should do the same, or should I let him know that I’ve been round to visit?” I said, before pausing, giving him time to pick up on the implication.

He flinches almost as hard as when he first noticed me. “No! Please, don’t tell him. Or my wife. I'll—I’ll do anything.” He begged, still shaking and panting heavily with the dildo still up his arse.

My grin got even wider as my hands travelled to my own rapidly inflating bulge, freeing it from its confines. Ewen’s dad gasped at the sight of it. It was already the size of the dildo he had up his hole, and it was still growing. From the way he stared transfixed at it, I knew that no matter how much he protested or tried to deny my advances in the future, I had him hooked for as long as I wanted him.

“You can throw out that lump of plastic.” I said as I stroked myself and advanced towards him. “You’ve got the real thing now.”

Not giving him time to respond, I shove him backwards onto the countertop, exposing his dildo-stuffed hole. He lets out a grunt, which is quickly replaced with a long, whinging groan as I grab the base of the dildo and, with one sharp tug, pull it completely out of him.

Before he can recover or his hole can close up, I align my now fully hard cock with his gaping hole and brutally slam myself in, burying it right to the hilt. Ewen’s dad gives a shrill cry in response, which quickly devolves into hushed whimperings as I start jackhammering in and out of his hole.

The pace of my thrusts builds and builds until I’m sure I’m drilling into him at just as fast a rate as the dildo attached to the washing machine did. Ewen’s dad is certainly enjoying it just as much, with him incoherently rambling about how good my cock feels blasting open his hole.

Just as my thrusts reach a fever pitch, the man beneath me screams out as he cums against my chest, his hole gripping tightly around my pistoning cock. I don’t last much longer and quickly blast his hole with my load.

I collapse on top of him, and for a minute, we lie there, breathing heavily. As we do, the washing machine below lets out a beep, signalling that it’s finished washing its current load.

Smirking down at the man I’d just fucked full of my cum, I lay out my terms. “If you want me to keep your wife and son in the dark about your arsehole’s need for cock, you’ll put out for me as frequently as you do laundry, got it?”

He frantically nods his head, not even giving a moment’s hesitation before accepting. However, he then pauses, looking nervously at me with his mouth opening slightly as if he’s trying to build up the courage to ask me a question.

After receiving a nod of permission from me, he licks his lips and then speaks. “Umm, I’ve got to put in another load of washing in now. Does that mean we can go again?” He asks, the desperation for it to be the case bleeding into his voice as he does.

Over several days he tried to figure out why he kept getting the message. He repeatedly checked his WiFi settings and everything looked normal. It was becoming an obsession to figure out what this app was for. He checked the app store and there was no sign of it even being included on his phone.

After a week of fruitless attempts he received a package in the mail that contained a small bottle with no label and a brief message apologizing for not including the lube with his original order.

Holding the small bottle in one hand and the note in the other, Jimmy felt like this had to be some kind of prank that he just didn't have time for. There was still the unknown app he couldn't access and couldn't delete.

In frustration a few days later, Jimmy decided to do something to take his mind off the mystery app. He opened one of his favorite porn sites and started stroking. And then his eye caught the cock sheath and lube sitting on the table. Figuring it might add something to a routine jack off session, he squirted some lube into the sheath and slid it over his cock and balls. The opening forming a tight ring around the base of his package.

He gave his cock a couple strokes, but his hand didn't glide across the rubber as well as he thought it would. He squeezed the rest of the lube into his hand and noticed that the lube itself was just as black as the sheath. He thought it was definitely strange, but gave his cock a good stroke from base to tip.

He fell into his chair when his knees started to buckle just from that one stroke. An alert sounded on his phone. He picked it up and the alert said "Connection Established", but it didn't say what the connection was for. He tapped it as he slowly kept stroking.

The mysterious app opened and he was disappointed to see that it was basically just a slideshow of pics of guys in rubber. Not really being his, he tried to close it. Nothing happened. He tried again and still it wouldn't close. Trying again, there seemed to be a change. Every few pics there was a black screen with white lettering that said "Keep Stroking".

Apparently stuck with this app open, he did just that, hoping he would be able to cum even though the pics weren't his interest. He kept stroking and slowly started enjoying the feeling radiating through the sheath.

Jimmy never noticed the lube leaking from inside the sheath. He never noticed it spreading across his body. The app kept telling him to stroke, so he did. Stroking. Stroking.

"Please sir no 🥺"

What was that boy? Three months it is

"But I...."

You sure should learn to keep your mouth shut boy! It's now gonna be nine months locked 😈 you want to make it 27 months boy? It's gonna be permanent very very quick after that I assure you

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