Becoming the stud
Chris drove onto the driveway and turned off the engine of his motorcycle as Steve already opened the front door.
"Really man?", Steve said. "First boys night in 3 years and you are driving? I wanted to drink with you..."
"I had to drive as I didnt want to walk all the way to you as my flatmate isnt home. Driving 4 hours to you with a motorcycle is already long, I dont even want to know how long walking would've took.", Chris answered, already taking off his helmet and gloves. After a short pause. "We can drink, but then I have to sleep somewhere in your house."
"Thats no problem. You can sleep on my couch.", Steve wanted to get back inside as he noticed something. "Oh, hey! Look at that. You got a new bike. Thats awesome!"
"Yeah, bought it two days ago. I love it.", Chris slapped the seat after hanging his gloves and helmet onto the handlebar. "You wanna drive it around for a little bit?"
Chris looked at Steve and saw that he was thinking about it.
"I'd love to, but...- "
"But what? I know you have the license to drive a bike.", Chris said.
"Yeah, I have it. But I wont drive without protective clothes. And I have none.", Steve said, looking down.
Chris took off his motorcycle leather jacket and threw it to Steve. Steve catched the jacket by surprise, he looked at Chris. Without his biker jacket, Steve was able to see Chris' muscles beneath a tight shirt. Chris had worked out more, Steve noticed.
"You can take mine for the short time.", Chris said, walking towards Steve. "Maybe a bit too big for you, but it should work."
Steve put on Chris' jacket and was surprised how damp and warm it was on the inside. He was definitely hot inside his clothes while driving, Steve thought, kinda turns me on.
"But the jacket isnt enough, if something happens. Isnt it?", Steve asked, hoping to get more from Chris.
"You need the helmet and gloves too.", Chris points towards the handlebar.
"And something for beneath the waist?"
Chris leaned down and opened his boots. He pulled them off and placed them in front of Steve.
Chris put his arms on his hips.
"Do you want to put on my pants too?"
"No, no. Thats it, thanks.", Steve said, trying not to stare at Chris' huge bulge that appeared in his leather pants after getting back up.
Chris walked next to Steve and sat down onto the step in front of the door. His white wool socks left wet footprints on the driveway.
Nice, wet and sweaty boots, Steve thought.
Steve kicked off his sneakers and took Chris' boots closer. A whiff of leather and sweat reached Steves nose, turning him on. He slipped his foot into the first boot and got goose bumps. He never felt this way towards Chris before. Or was it his biker attire? Steve wasnt sure. He slipped his other foot into the second boot and failed to close them.
"Let me help you.", Chris said, kneeling in front of Steve to close his motorcycle boots.
Steve stood up after Chris finished. The boots are incredibly comfy, Steve thought.
He got onto the motorcycle, put on gloves and helmet and drove for 20 minutes. Chris sat back down on the step again. He felt that Steve was kind of weird while putting his boots on. But Chris found weirder, that he kind of liked seeing someone walking around in his clothes. He layed down onto the step and waited for Steve to return.
Steve returned with a big smile on his face.
"This was incredible. I should get a bike too!", he said.
"It gives a sense of freedom, doesnt it?", Chris answered.
"Yeah, it really does."
He got off the bike and handed Chris the jacket back. Steve opened the front door again and Chris put the jacket back on.
"Lets go inside."
"I'm right behind you."
Chris entered the house and closed the door. He followed Steve through the house into the living room and sat down on the chair in front of Steve.
"You drink scotch, right?", Steve asked.
Chris nodded and Steve poured him a drink and pushed it over to Chris.
"Cheers!"
Both started to drink.
After some hours, many drinks, games and smalltalk, Steve streched out his legs and placed them between Chris'. As Chris looked down, he saw that Steve was still wearing his motorcycle boots.
"I know they're comfy, but you're still wearing my boots.", Chris said.
"Oh, yeah. I really didnt notice them.", Steve answered, slightly sad that he has to take them off now.
Chris took Steve's legs and laid them onto his lap. He slowly opened the boots and removed them one by one from Steve's feet. The smell of Steve's sweaty feet coming out of his boots was stinging in Chris' nose, kind of turning him on as his dick got hard. Steve noticed it and wiggled with his toes.
"You like this?", he asked.
He gently pushed his smelly feet against Chris' crotch. He loved the feeling of the leather against his feet.
Chris tried to suppress a slight moan but failed.
"Steve, no. This is - ungh - this is wrong. Mmhhh - fuck... I'm so horny since I saw you in my clothes. Especially in my boots.", Chris said.
"Then why dont we go a step further and you'll let me wear everything.", Steve said, still massaging Chris' crotch with his feet.
Chris is torn.
"No, that wouldnt be right. I have a girlfriend."
"Hmm, okay.", Steve said removing his feet from Chris' crotch.
Chris put his boots back on and took a sip from his drink.
"I think I'll go to bed now. You can sleep here on the couch.", Steve said, getting up from the table. "I'll get you a blanket."
"Are you angry now, just because I didnt consent?"
"No, no. I'm just a bit tired."
Chris walked over to the couch and made himself comfortable. Steve handed him a blanket.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Chris listened to Steve walking up the stairs and closing the bedroom door. After that he pushed the blanket to the side and took off his jacket and shirt.
It's so hot, I dont know how I can fall asleep, Chris thought. Shortly after he fell asleep deeply.
Steve waited some hours and carefully walked down the stairs again. He tried to make as little noise as possible. He took out a rag drenched in chloroform and got closer to the sleeping Chris. He carefully placed his legs on each side of the couch and laid the rag onto Chris' face. At first he didnt react but after some seconds Chris started to wake up from the smell. Steve, completely naked, let himself fall onto Chris' chiseled stomach and now pressed his hands with the rag onto Chris' nose and mouth. Chris felt Steves dick against his abs and tried to fight him but was already weakened. They struggled some minutes until Chris went unconscious.
Steve left the rag on Chris' face but got off of his body. He went to the end of the couch and started to remove Chris boots. He loved to see Chris' white socks beneath. He removed them with his teeth and enjoyed every second of it. After that he opened Chris' pants and stripped them off of him. He threw them onto the rest of Chris clothes and admired both, the pile and Chris' muscular unconscious body.
He tied up Chris and waited till morning for him to be conscious again. It was already dawn as he woke up.
Chris noticed how he wasnt able to move and opened his eyes. In front of him was Steve putting on his biker attire.
"Good, you're awake. You like what you see? Do I turn you on?", Steve said.
"Steve, what the fuck? Untie me right now! I wont play this kinky shit.", Chris shouted angrily.
"Well, your member sees this differently."
Chris looked down at his erect dick and calmed down. Innerly he knew that this was turning him on, he just didnt want to admit it.
Steve was now wearing all of Chris' clothes but his underpants. He took out his phone and snapped a selfie.
"Damn, I look good in this.", Steve said, grabbing his erect dick beneath the tight leather pants. "You know, I could use a slight relief. But first, you'll gonna admire your boots on my feet."
Steve put his feet directly next to Chris' face.
"Lick it buddy."
Without any hesitation, Chris started to work on his boots. It turned Chris on, not to be the hunky alpha male he normally is. It was even more arousing for him that Steve was wearing his biker attire. He cleaned the soles completely and took the whole tip into his mouth to play around it with his tongue.
The look of his hunky best friend licking his own biker clothes while Steve is wearing it made his dick even harder, causing him to shoot a load into Chris' suit.
He opened the zipper of his pants and pulled out his hard dick. He put his foot back down, grabbed Chris by his ankles and pulled him closer. He placed Chris tied feet on his shoulders and tried to enter Chris' hole with his hard dick.
"Wait, no! I dont want to be fuuuu-. My god, that feels crazy!", Chris exclaimed as Steve pushed his throbbing dick inside him. It was a difficult fit, even though Steve's dick wasnt the biggest. What a firm ass, Steve thought.
"Looks like your body doesnt want to give up your virginity easily.", Steve said.
Chris could only let out a groan. Steve crammed his flesh deeper inside Chris and started grinding. The pace of Steves thrusts was picking up. Chris started to move uncomfortably, moaning and whining.
"Pleeeaase, stop! It hurts!", Chris exhaled, trying to untie himself.
"Oh shit! I'll gonna cum.", Steve said, awkwardly caressing Chris' pecks and abs down to his thick cock.
"Then please pull it out. Fuck! Dont cum in me, please!", Chris whimpered.
Steve further stroked Chris' dick, causing it to get hard.
"No! I'll shoot my load right into your tight, virgin ass. Now you'll feel what it is like to be a bottom like me!", Steve said feeling that he's coming.
Chris screamed in agony as his ass filled with Steve's semen. He whimpered.
"Now, you'll shoot your load!", Steve said in a low, lustful tone.
Steve pulled out his dick, still stroking Chris'. He leaned down and took Chris' fat dick into his mouth. He almost gagged because of it's size. Chris started to moan between his whimpering. He still tried to release himself from the ties and from Steve's grip.
Steve sucked in a rhythmic manner and looked like he's enjoying it.
"I hope you are enjoying this as much as I do.", Steve mumbled, still having Chris' dick in his mouth.
Steve sucked further while running his hands over Chris' abs. Chris on the other hand started to notice that something changed in his body. He saw that it looked like something was getting sucked from his body through his dick.
"Steve. Please, stop! I feel weird! Just look.", Chris shouted. "Please!"
Steve didnt care to look, he was completely focused on getting Chris to cum. He wanted to swallow this thick seed of his hunky friend. Steve felt that he needed it to find to himself. He played with Chris' dick in his mouth with his tongue and felt how pre-cum started to drip from Chris' dick. One hard suck and Chris had a huge orgasm. Steve made sure to swallow every bit of it.
Chris saw in horror how his muscles started to disappear, his chest and belly were starting to grow hair. Grey hair! He felt how he started to grow a beard quickly and that he lost some of his hair. And as if losing his muscles wasnt enough he saw how his legs and belly started to grow. His skin became wrinkled and Chris felt that he got weaker every time Steve swallowed his cum.
At the same time, Chris saw how Steve started to fill out his biker attire more. Not in a fat way. In a muscular way.
He is stealing my muscles, my body, my features!, Chris thought.
Steve sucked Chris' dick dry and spat it out. It was nothing compared to what it was before, it has shrunken so much.
Steve licked his lips and looked up for the first time again. Steve and Chris looked each other terrified in the eye.
"Shit! What happened to you?!", Steve shouted.
"You happened! I told you that something was off when you started sucking. You fucker, stole my muscles even your face has now similarities to my old one!", Chris shouted in anger. He noticed that his voice cracked like an old man.
"Fuck, I didnt know this would happen. Sorry!", Steve exclaimed. He looked down at his body and was amazed. "Damn, this feels awesome! I feel so strong."
"Thats my body! Give it back!"
"I will find a way to reverse this Chris. I swear! But first I have to test this body out!"
Steve walked towards the door.
"You cant just leave me here!", Chris shouted.
"I'm coming back 'grandpa'. This is something I've dreamed off. I'll get every hunk into my bed with this body!", Steve said. "And after I've finished, I'll find a way to give your muscles back."
"No! You can not do this to me!", Chris started to whimper. Tears ran down his cheeks. "Those are my muscles. My features. Stay and give them back. Please!"
Steve opened the door and left without saying another word. He could hear Chris scream and cry from the inside.
Steve sat down on Chris' motorcycle and admired his body again.
"This is amazing. I dont know if want to go back.", he said to himself. "These clothes also fit perfectly. I should take some more from Chris' home as my old ones wont fit until we know how this happened."
He put on the helmet and gloves and drove away.
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Commissioned by @weisnichts















