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âTristan what are you doing!â Mr. Anderson came into the living room and found his son sitting cross-legged on the floor. Only this was not the son, Mr. Anderson had seen sleeping in bed minutes prior, this was a young man with the physicality of an avid gym member. His arms, torso, thighs, and legs triple their normal size. The Santa hat Mr. Anderson put on Tristan's head, tucking his curls away before bed, now had the hair spilling out.
Mr. Anderson spotted a bitten cookie in Tristanâs hand. âDid you eat Santaâs cookies?â
âI only had a few.â Tristan stated.
âOh, this is badâŚthis is very bad.â Mr. Anderson walked back and forth. âNo wonder you look like,â he stopped and gestured towards his son, âthat.â He ran his hands down his face. âYou pissed off Santa.â
âSantaâs not real.â Tristan pouted.
âWho the hell would tell you something so stupid? Of course, Santa is real, you think parents have time to do all that Christmas shopping?â Mr. Anderson paced in the living room. âSanta hates coming to the suburbs. Been told that all my life. The houses are too far apart. The only thingâONLY THINGâHe looks forward to his cookies and milk. Weâre never supposed to fucâMESS with it.â
âBut I was so hungry and when I came down, they looked so good.â He pulled a cookie off the floor behind him. He had stolen a handful and created a stash, âI ate one and my stomach got warm. I got hungrier, so I kept eating.â
âSanta probably turned you into an athlete as punishment. Their metabolisms are like trash compactors. Heâs trying to tell you to stop being greedy.â He looked at his son. Where did the underwear and socks even come from? He had never brought something that size. Santa might have been more pissed than he thought.
âWhy would Santa do that?â He scoffed in a way that was unlike the boy Mr. Anderson knew. This Tristan had some bite to him. âWe fucking baked them. He should be grateful."
âShhhh!â Mr. Anderson looked up like the ceiling was about to fall on their heads. More upset about that than the language his son was using. âHe could be listening. Try to stay on his good side; he might turn you back.â
Tristan presented the cookie in his hands to his father, âAre you sure you donât want a bite?â He asked with dog-like puppy eyes. Mr. Anderson finally spotted the icing on Tristan's chest, resting on his pecs and between the valley. Santa wasnât fucking around.
âNo! Definitely not,â he tapped his foot, mind racing, âMaybe we should get on our knees and grovel.â
âIâm not groveling for shit.â Tristan replied. The personality of his older body seemed incongruent with making amends. Was that what Santa wanted, a reason to punish him further? Tristan bit into the cookie and munched on it, shoveling more into his mouth until it was gone. He let out a rude belch in the house. âWhew, that was great.â He had a dopey grin on his face.
Mr. Anderson waited for a deer to charge into the house and bowl Tristan over. Thankfully it didn't happen. Instead, what did happen was Tristan disappeared. He was there one minute, then gone the next. Mr. Anderson turned around looking for his son. He didnât need to look far. His son popped up back in the dining room, sitting by the kitchen table. Except now he was in pajamas, another cookie in hand. Mr. Anderson watched as Tristanâs bottoms slid down and a festive jockstrap was revealed. The full scope of his body in view.
âWhoa,â Tristan said.
âOkay, son. Put down the cookie.â Mr. Anderson held out a hand. He had no idea where Santaâs plan was going, but he got the feeling it was vindictive.
Tristan smirked, âNah.â He put it in his mouth, almost daring his dad to stop him. Then bit into it.
He paused for a moment, hand rubbing over his abs. âOh that tingles.â His stomach gurgled, happily digesting Santaâs meal.
âSon, Santaâs not gonna forgive you for this. Heâs gonna come for our suburban life and punish us.â
âHow is he going to do that?â Tristanâs voice was full of arrogance. His stomach churned again, His hand moved lower.
âI donât know, but we shouldnât attempt to find out.â Mr. Anderson whispered. He was never going to get presents again from Santa, all because his son decided to do late night snacking.
Tristan pulled his pajama bottoms up a tad. âThe tingle is moving lower,â he said as he got up and knelt in the chair. âI think itâs going to my ass dad,â and took another bite of Santaâs cookies. âMmmmm. Oh yeah thatâs exactly where itâs going,â He stuck his luscious rump out.
âTristan, donât joke like that.â Mr. Anderson joked out, unable to keep his eyes from roaming. The fatherâs cock throbbed in his own pajamas. âAnd didnât I tell you to stop with Santaâs cookies?â
âBut Santa still has a whole plate,â Tristan whined. âAnd Iâm not joking; my ass IS tingling⌠I think it needs something.â
âWhat?â Mr. Anderson was far removed from current reality, too worried about Santaâs next move.
Tristanâs eyes went lower on his dadâs body. âI need your cock dad. I need it in my ass soooo bad.â Tristan closed his eyes, breathing heavily.Â
Mr. Anderson, caught off guard, said nothing. His cock twitched in response though.
Turning fully around on the chair, Tristan present his ass to his own dad, âPlease fuck me.â
One foot forward, cock leading the way, Mr. Anderson brushed up against something. He looked down. A colorful gift box that matched Tristanâs jockstrap appeared there. He leaned down shaking and wondered if Santa had ever tricked someone into opening a grenade. The top came off smoothly. No bomb inside. There was a simple note, and a lump of coal. He picked up the note.
âMerry Christmas Mr. Anderson,
Boys who steal other people's things get coal. Good dads should be rewarded with hunks.
Enjoy,
Santa ;)â
Mr. Anderson looked back up at Tristan, ass out, waitingâneeding. He continued to move closer, closing the gap.
The bell rings, as gym class is finally over. I usually just skipped this class, but god I needed some credit on it. Anyways, I also have a very... Special reason to come here today. I'm gonna get revenge on Andrew
This is me, Matthew. Iâm freshly turned 18, and as you can see, a bit of a twink. This wouldâve never been a problem, iâm gay as i can be, but the issue is, iâm a top. And i have a 3 inch pecker on âtopâ of that. No guy i know wants a skinny twerp to top them. But my fortune is about to change.
Last night, i was visited in my dreams by something. It said i was chosen by it to bring change, and that my power was to be my voice, for me to do as i pleased. When i woke up, i realized it was real and not a dream. I told my mom she looked so young for her age, and her wrinkles instantly dissapeared. I tried to point it out later, but she didnât notice it all either. With this knowledge in mind, i began planning my rise.
As i exited the locker room shower, just as iâd hoped, Andrew stood in my way
Andrew was unfairly hot. He had unnaturally big EVERYTHING. From being so jacked youâd swear he was using roids, to being tall AND having a truly massive dick. He was basically running this place, fucking girls left and right, having an influential dad and well, looking like this. He was also, as youâd guess, the biggest jerk you know.
âHey, Andy.â I said, mockingly
âSomeoneâs got an attitude today. Looking to get beat up again, faggot? What happened, were you unable to jerk your baby sized dick this morning?â He answered, smiling confidently. Oh this was gonna be good.
I took a deep breath.
Well, it's now or never
"Opposite, actually. My dick is kinda sore, on account on me having to use it so much. When youâve got a thing this big, it requires using, yâknow?." I said, trying not to cringe
Then... I felt something. Like my brain had just skipped a beat. My crotch felt heavier. I let the towel go and... There it was. Holy shit. My dick was fucking massive. It was easily what, 12 inches? Maybe even bigger. I just stood there, smiling at Andrew.
His eyes widened, he looked confused even.
"Y-yeah, whatever. What use is a dick this big when you're just a skinny loser? I bet my forearm is bigger than that bony thigh of yours." He replied, trying to change the subject
I laughed.
"Skinny? Dude, iâm bigger than you. Iâve been training longer, harder than you for years now. Why are we lying again?
As the words left my mouth, I looked down and... Fuck. I was so big. My arms were gigantic mountains. My pecs were so huge I could barely see my feet, and my legs were tree trunks. My mind began to race, and my dick instantly hardened. I was this close to orgasming right there
âI-i⌠The fuck you getting hard for? Fucking fag! Just because youâre bigger than me doesnât mean i canât still fuck you up, Matt, you little shit!â
I stared at Andrew. Or better, Andy, as he was going to be known from now on.
âLook, just because you want me to fuck you, doesnât mean you gotta put up all of this to attract my attention. Youâre already my type, Andy.â
âW-what t-the fuck are you talking aboutâŚ?â He said, looking disoriented
âYour slender frame is pretty fuckinâ sexy, Andy. I wanna grab your little waist with my hands, shove your bubble butt on my cock and watch as you moan and your tiny dick cums onto my chest. And i know you want that tooâ
Andrew went silent, as his body transformed right in front of me. His muscles deflated, leaving only the bare minimum, his clothes falling off his now skinny frame, and his cock going from huge to tiny in a matter of seconds. His butt didnât change much, he always did have a pretty juicy one, but his features also softened, leaving more of twink and less of alpha jock
âMattâŚâ He said, with a much softer voice now âI really want to fuck right now. Pleaseâ The hunger in his eyes was enough for me.
âKnew it.â I said, as my cock bursted a stream of cum on the floor. Fuck! I got excited too fast!
Andy looked at me, in shock
âHuh⌠Donât worry babe, i can cum a lot in one sittingâ I said, feeling my balls churn more and more semen. From now on, his life was gonna be something else, man.
He approached me, putting his hands on my pecs
"Your body... It's insane..." He said, with barely contained lust
"What can i say, i've worked for it." I said, laughing loudly
"He got on his knees, and like he was starving, began to suck my dick.
"This is just the beggining" I thought to myself "I"m gonna have so much fun."
Dorian was on his way home from work with a pit in his stomach. Unfortunately, there weren't any traffic jams, so it seemed Dorian would have to face his boyfriend without delay.
Dorian and Patrick loved each other more than anything, but somewhere along the way, the sexual spark had started to fade. To Dorian, this was fine, but Patrick's libido was much higher. Dorian agreed to an open relationship, but Patrick always said he wanted Dorian more than anyone else. To try and reignite the spark, they made Wednesdays their sex day â and ever since, Dorian dreaded going home on Wednesdays.
As expected, Dorian got home right on time. As he opened the door, the usual smells from the kitchen were already missing. Patrick always made the most delicious meals for them both. Today, no noise came from the kitchen.
As Dorian walked towards the kitchen, he heard some murmuring from upstairs. When he arrived in their bedroom, Dorian saw a behemoth of a man standing next to their bed.
"Who the fuck are you, and where is Patrick?" Dorian wanted to yell, as he realised that he did in fact know the man in front of him. It was his boyfriend. Now that he thought about it, for the last hour or so, he memorized to versions of Patrick. The nerdy one that he knew was the "original", because Patrick and Dorian were like twins. Since this afternoon, another version appeared: the one Dorian saw in front of him right now.
As the man turned around, Dorian noticed how absolutely jacked the man was. His back arched out into a V-shape that Dorian never dreamed of seeing in real life. It was only when Dorian saw the man's pecs that protruded from his tight 8-pack abs that he realised that the man who was standing there was completely naked.
"Hey, bro, how are you? Look what finally came today!" the new Patrick said as he waved something that looked like a phone in the air.
The second Dorian saw the phone, he remembered that weeks ago Patrick had been going on a tangent about this reality-changing programme. Dorian had zoned out occasionally, so the details were fuzzy. He started to get dizzy as the version of his boyfriend that worked out daily fought for memory space with the memory of his nerdy boyfriend.
"Seems like that reality-changing thing works!" Dorian said.
"Okay, you zoned out again when I spoke about it, didn't you, bro? Anyway, now I am absolutely your type!" Patrick, his calm and collected Patrick, was jumping up and down like a little kid.
"Oh honey, you know it was never about your looks. I love you for who you are, in fact I fear that this Chronivac-thing is changing your personality. This whole bro-type personality? It's not you, you know?" Dorian looked his boyfriend directly in the eyes and felt sad that he made the man he loved look for such radical solutions to his lack of libido.
"I didn't want to change myself for you, bro. I just hoped that, with a higher libido, I wouldn't mind our relationship being open as much. You know?"
"Also, not a fan that you can change all of reality, and I wouldn't even know. So from now on, the phone will always stay near me, and we can only use it when the other person is looking as well."
"Ugh, why don't you trust me, bro? It's not like I'd make you into anything you wouldn't like." Patrick whined.
"I just don't want anything about me changed for now, babe. We don't know what else is altered without us knowing."
"Babe", Patrick finally called him babe again, "it's not like Chronivac would lie to us, it's not a genie in a lamp situation. I just feel more...relaxed? Also, kinda turns me on to talk like a jock." Patrick smirked.
After Patrick got dressed (a tight shirt and shorts), both he and Dorian made a simple meal together, ate it and settled on the couch. The Chronivac was with them in the kitchen, on the dinner table and at the table near the couch. Dorian watched over it like a hawk, checking every few minutes whether the thing was still there. It was followed by a quick glance over at Patrick.
"Okay babe, not liking the lack of trust you have in me." Patrick blurted out frustrated. He stretched his hands towards Dorian. "I thought tonight was still datenight?" He made his pecs bounce under the tight shirt he was wearing.
"Sorry, honey, I have to trust you." Dorian pulled back from Patrick's grasp. "Sorry, today has been much. You understand, right?" Dorian turned his attention back to the TV.
"To be fair, babe, I don't understand. Sorry, I need a minute, and sorry for what I'm going to do," Patrick said while storming off to the bathroom. The last part of the sentence kind of lost on Dorian, who was getting his phone out of his pocket to text his best friend, Lisa.
"Okay, wow, sooo Patrick got this reality-changing device. It's cool, but scary."
Dorian pressed send and looked to the place where the Chronivac was just a few minutes ago: empty.
"Patrick, what are you doing?" Dorian cried out in panic before his whole world seemed to be turning upside down.
Several seconds later, Patrick arrived back in the living room. "Sorry, bro. I had to do this."
"You can always go to the toilet, silly", Dorian said as he straightened the strings of his jockstrap and turned his ass in the air. "What's that phone you got there?"
"Oh that's my chronivac..." the rest that Patrick said was sort of blocked out for Dorian as he got distracted by the growing bulge in his stud boyfriend's sweatpants.
After the best sex for the couple in ages, the pair went to bed and Dorian checked his phone one final time to make sure his alarm for work was set. His boyfriend was toying with that special phone again.
"OMG, you have to tell me more!" A text from Lisa popped up, but Dorian couldn't remember texting her. When he read about the reality-changing programme, a killer headache formed. Suddenly, he remembered what Patrick promised and what happened earlier tonight. He could feel his consciousness slip. Dorian mustered all his power to reply to Lisa.
"I think Patrick is abusing it. Come help me, please." Dorian barely sent the message before letting his phone slip from his hands. This drew Patrick's attention. Dorian saw how his boyfriend picked up the phone and saw the message.
"Again, honey, I'm sorry. This cock won't be taking care of it self, and I am so f'ing horny. I can't let you find out again" Dorian panicked and wondered what was going to happen as he got swallowed in seas of darkness.
Dorian awoke startled, as if just woken up from a scary dream. Light pierced through the curtains already.
"Fuck bro, I missed my alarm", he said while yawning.
Dorian lazily grabbed at his morning wood and fully woke up in shock.
"how large is my...." was the last thought he had before his mind was flooded with new memories that immediately weren't new to Dorian.
D, as he often refferred to himself now, thought back to the hot sex last night as he let his naked foot-long cock flop free from the blankets.
D flexed his football-sized biceps as his cock hardened. Like every morning, he winked at the camera that livestreamed his bed 24/7. He had to please the audience, Patrick always said.
D got up from the bed and immediately saw himself in the full-length mirror directly in front of the bed.
He knew he saw this every morning, but as if he saw it for the first time, Dorian was blown away by his physique. First of all, his beautiful young face that made him look boy-ish, with blue eyes that swallowed every top as he looked up while sucking on a dick.
His baby face could be misleading if it weren't for the bullneck that followed straight underneath it. Every muscle group stood out in its own marvellous way. His bowling-ball-sized shoulders made him look like a tank, while their curves made way for arms that were larger than most people's legs. His python arms were raised to his sides because of a back that could make some planes jealous.
D admired and flexed every muscle, but he knew what his audience was waiting for.
"Are you guys ready to see the root of my popularity?" D said with his back turned to the camera, seemingly forgetting that his audience could see everything because of all the other mirrors.
"Ladies and gents, but mostly gents. Here is my root!" D laughed as he turned around, moving his hips back and forth in such a way that the top of his dick slammed into his pec shelf.
As he was wanking off, D talked to the camera about all the times he had to skip a class because his dick was simply to hard. That his mind clouded over because he got too horny and had to hold himself in.
"Now, I hardly ever have to leave the house. We even have a pool since we moved to Patrick's mansion! He even told me that's because of you guys I can just lounge around naked or in my jockstrap all day now."
Thinking about his jockstrap pushed D over the edge. He moaned a lot and yelled, "I love my life!" before he jizzed over the mirrors and his own hair.
After he came to, D turned to the camera again.
"Thank you guys, I'll be leaving the camera view now, but I promise you can see tons of content on my OF-page today, tomorrow, every day!" He giggled and jumped around for a few more seconds and then left the room.
D had just started showering when Patrick came into the bathroom.
"Honey, Lisa is here and wants to talk to you. I will let her in, so take your time. It doesn't seem too urgent anyway."
Patrick left the bathroom, and D thought he could hear him mumble something about twinks. It didn't matter, as thinking of Lisa gave D, no Dorian, a headache again. Why had he asked Lisa for help again?
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Please, tell me Iâm not the only one to have seen this. Tell me Iâm not crazy.
Itâs been a few weeks since Iâve noticed something weird happening in the neighborhood. There seemed to be an influx of young influencer-type guys, all with some cringy âbrushâ hairstyle. At first, I thought nothing of it, except that perhaps my neighborhood was becoming hip â and likely more expensive â but my whole outlook changed when I seemed to recognize one of those ânewâ guys.
Indeed, one day one of them made me think of an elderly guy that lives a few houses away from mine, and ever since I noticed that, I see more and more similarities between those guys and people from the neighborhood. And that elderly guy, you know ? I havenât seen him since ! But really, the reality of the situation crushed me today when I went to the grocery store, and saw that guy.
That guy looked exactly like a young beardless version of Mr. Shree, our older local grocer, and with that same haircut I just see everywhere I go around my place. When I talked to him, he had the same accent he had, except he had a bit of a dumber, more bro-like tone. Worse, he even flirted with me ! Just what is going on !
God, I really need to move out. That neighborhood now creeps me out⌠Even now when I go back home, I feel like Iâm being watched everywhere⌠Look ! That guy !
Iâve seen him everywhere today, and every time heâs glaring at me⌠And now heâs right on my path to my house. I⌠decide to go on the other side of the road. Everything creeps me out, I donât want to risk anything.
I get back home, and breathe a sigh of relief. At least, here, I wonât be in danger from⌠whatever is happening. I settle in, turn the coffee maker on â Iâll need that for the night of thesis-writing â and take my laptop out.
I look online at house listings. Weâre right inside the university year, so of course there isnât much reasonably close to college⌠and whatever there is is either at an outrageous price, or is unlivable⌠Iâm going to have to make do, there is no way Iâm staying in this creepy neighborhood any longer.
As Iâm looking through the listings, I get a notification. An e-mail. I look at it and⌠Oh, yes, Iâm supposed to get a package today. They apparently put it in my mailbox⌠great, Iâll need to go out again, if I donât take it Iâll have a hard time writing tonightâŚ
Reluctantly, I dare myself out of home, not without looking in all directions before stepping out. Seeing no one, I hurry to the mailbox, keys in hand. I unlock the mailbox, finding my package, and turn around when I see that guy yet again.
âOlĂĄ ! How are you doing, bruh ?â
Oh no. He hailed me. That guy hailed me. Iâm done for. But⌠my house is just near⌠I can make a run for it !
I suddenly go for a sprint, trying to whiz besides him.
âOi ! What the fuck are you doing, bruh !â He shouts, running after me.
Fuck, heâs following me.
I reach the door. Finally.
I get in the house, and close the door violently.
Yes ! Iâm free from him ! At least, for now⌠I lock the door. I can wait the whole night without problem⌠though Iâll absolutely call the police when I can catch my breath. I check three times that my door is well-locked, and start turning when a low and dumb-sounding voice rumbles.
âBro, thatâs not nice, bruh. You should act better with a bro, brah !â
âHow did you do that !â I shout, in more than utter shock.
He shouldnât have been able to enter ! I⌠made sure that I closed the door as soon as I was in the house ! And he was behind me ! Granted at the end I was looking at my feetâŚ
⌠He overtook me right at the end ? I⌠guess Iâm very out of shape, but still, I thought, thatâŚ
âI dunno, bro, I ran. But guess what ? You-â
Before he can continue, I try tackling him. I know Iâm not strong, I know Iâm not athletic, but I must try what I can⌠to stay myself. To stay alive.
When I make contact, itâs as if Iâm encountering a brick wall with a bit of a cushion on the side of it. No matter the momentum, nor my desperate steps trying to push him, he doesnât budge a bit. Although it didnât hurt, this attempt will be remembered as one of the most pathetic acts I took in my whole existence.
âLook at you, bruh, youâre so excited you went right into the arms of papai !â The low dumb-sounding voice exclaims, before laughing.
I unclasp him. I canât overpower him. Better to go outside and find help⌠somewhere. Plus the key is still in the lock.
But I donât even have the time to turn that he is the one to clasp me, now. With both arms I am taken hostage. I look up at that dumb grin on a handsome face ruined by a terrible hairstyle.
Disgusting.
âSo, bruh, wanna leave ? But I havenât even told you the good news, brah !
- Are you going to infect me ? Like Mr. Shree ?â I spit, showing all the hate I can possibly fill my diction with.
- Huhuhu so funny, bro ! No, Iâm not infecting you ! Iâm curing you, bruh !â
I look in horror as he licks his lips.
âC-Curing me of what ?
- I dunno.â He answers me, looking empty inside for a second before taking back his mischievous look on. âMan, I can just smell you need curing, itâs urgent.â
Then, without warning, he locks my hips with his legs, and takes my head in his hands. I try to free myself, but itâs of no avail.
He makes my head look up, as he approaches his to mine.
And then, his lips smash mine.
No, he actually kisses me. Not only making them touch. He then removes himself from my face, as I stay unable to move in any way. My first kiss was actually⌠stolen by a weird sick guy ?
âNow, bro, letâs cure you !â
His rumbling shake me as he puts his right hand inside my hair. I just canât move as he pulls my hair higher and higher. As he does that, it also seems to⌠stay up, somehow.
And I absolutely canât move any muscle, weirdly, even as he shifts his position to free me from the grasp of his legs. No matter how much I try, nothing in my body wants to move, and Iâm just stuck there, staring at him in much the same way as he used to stare at me, as he takes out clippers.
Then, the sound of buzzing. He continues grasping my hair, pulling on it and seemingly shaping it with his right hand, while his left hand expertly directs the clippers on the side of my head. I sense the mass of hair falling down, my mind going down with it.
I feel more and more dizzy, as he continues pulling on my hair in an experience that becomes strangely more and more euphoric, and as tufts of it fall down. Like⌠what is happening ? What is he doing ? What am I doing ? The questions that were already there before become even more pronounced.
The buzzing comes finally to my other ear, and I feel the wind breezing through my skin on the back and front of my head, as a big mass holds on top of my head. Squeezing it. Squeezing my brains. Squeezing my mind.
I feel that guy undressing me, touching me on all sides, but as I am squeezed, I just feel that my mind is⌠leaking somehow. Like⌠I dunno, stuff like my thesis⌠big writing thing, its contents or, like⌠smart stuff, I guess ?
It feels like it leaks through all over my body, and as that guy takes a hold of my pecs, he uses the leaks to make them⌠stronger or something ? Ugh, I feel so squeezed down, I canât think clearly. I even think like Iâm bigger, stronger and taller, how ridiculous !
Like, I guess I have abs, pecs, biceps, triceps, calves, a butt and all that, but all that feels⌠big. And bigger as it leaks. Yeah⌠bigger⌠bigger⌠BIGGER !
Suddenly, that guy comes back in front of me, and his big hand comes closer and closer. I feel him fiddling with my lips, which feel bigger than usual⌠god, have I got botox or something ? And then, he squeezes my face for a while, until we can hear cracking sounds. He smirks.
âBro, youâre looking good, like !
- Huh ? What ?â I manage.
Looking at me in disarray, only barely managing to move my fat lips, he smiles harder. The voice that left my lips was weird, like⌠it was deep. Too deep. It also feels like Iâve got like⌠an apple ? in my throat ? that makes me unable to speak correctly.
âRepeat after me. âBro.â
- Bro.â I repeat in my low and slow voice, unable to think under all this weight.
- âBro.â
- Bro.
- âBruh.ââ He changes.
- Bruh.â I follow.
- âBruh.â
- Bruh.
- âBrah.ââ He changes again.
- Brah.â I follow again, still unable to think properly.
We continue like that for a good long while. Like, bruh, we continue doing that, and brah it feels like my brains become more mushy, bro, more squeezed, bro. We then make brah combinations, like bruh, and it feels like other words are burned, brah. Only bro, bruh and brah remain, bruh, and, like bro, even now when weâre finished, my brain still feels weird, bro.
I just stand there, bruh, thinking, though, bro, itâs hard with all that weight squeezing me, brah.
âYa good, bro ?â That guy asks me.
- Yeah, bruh.â I answer him, smirking in the best way I can.
- Great ! And what dâya wanna do, brah ?â
As he asks that, I just pause. Like, bro, itâs so hard to think ! I dunno what Iâd wanna do ! Iâm like, too dizzy bruh !
âI dunno, bro.â I answer him.
- Youâre so dumb, bruh ! You should, like, wanna put stuff on the âgram or Tiktok, bro ! Or get laid, or cure people so thereâs more bros, bruh !â
His words hit me like a truck. Of course I want to go get laid, bro ! And of course I wanna put stuff on the socials ! Thatâs the way of the bro, and I should try curing people, brah !
âEntĂŁo, you better, bruh ?â That guy asks me.
- Yeah bro ! Dâya wanna have sex, bruh ?â I answer, sure of myself.
- Huhuhuhu ! Later, now Iâve got something important to do, bro.â
As he says that, he shows me a metal chain.
âItâs your chain, bruh ! Itâs a sign youâre a real bro, brah ! Put it on, and be proud of it, bro !â
He approaches it to me, and locks it when it circles my neck. As it clicks, something clicks in me at the same time. Like Iâve found my peace, bro. My hair doesnât squeeze me anymore, it feels just right, brah. Everything seems⌠just right, bruh. And I feel like⌠other people should feel that too, bro. Yeah, letâs cure them ! I want everyone to feel just right, brah !
âSo, bruh, wanna see your hotness in the mirror ?â He points to a mirror in the entrance.
When I look at myself, at my big hair, and at my chain, I canât help but take it in my mouth. Thatâs hotter, bruh.
âFuck, Iâm so hot, bro !â I say, not noticing that I said it out loud.
- So hot, bruh, vamos !â
I smirk, letting my chain go. Yup, nobody can resist me, bro. Nobody can resist my way of life, bruh. Nobody can resist my hotness, brah. And Iâm gonna make sure everyoneâs in my league.
I take some hot clothes, and leave my house with that guy. Fuck, thereâs so many dweebs in the street, itâs an infestation, bro ! Thereâs so many people that need curing, a good haircut and a good workout, brah !
Thankfully, Iâm here to help, so that in the end, there will be nothing wrong with this neighborhood, bro.
So this is a story made by @turningalpha titled The Conspiracy and I basically make a little continuation of it. My part starts after the *** sign
âSo, do you think you could do this for me?â I asked tentatively, knowing full well his response.
âYou know, if you had asked me that earlier, I would definitely have said âNo way! Sethâs my new best friend - I wouldnât do anything against himâ,â he replied, admiring his new, massively muscular visage in the gym mirror. âBut nowâŚâ
He turned away from the mirror to look at me. A cheesy grin was plastered on his face.
âBut now⌠The very thought of that dweeby little shit nervously hanging around my bedroom makes me want to smash his dorky face in.â
He cracked his knuckles ominously.
âWow,â he exclaimed with surprise. âI donât why Iâm suddenly thinking things like that - who would have thought suddenly becoming all buff and manly would change my attitude so much?â
âIâm to blame for that,â I said with a chuckle, as I owned up to my misdeeds. âSee, I tweaked your personality slightly when I âenhancedâ you. Now you really love tormenting puny nerds and you especially love making Sethâs life a living hell.â
I gave the newly musclebound sucker a fake look of regret.
âBut look, man, maybe Iâve crossed a line here - I mean, you only gave me permission to transform your weedy little body into a hulking frat boy. Not turn you into a bullying asshole! Maybe I should return your personality to normalâŚâ
I started pressing a few buttons on the Chronivac.
âDonât you fucking dare!â roared the new titan, veins bulging visibly as he roughly grabbed me by the scruff of my t-shirt and lifted me up to his eye level. âThis feels so fucking amazing - I feel like Iâve got the balls to do anything I want. I never want to return to being that scared-as-shit dweeb again! Even if it means that Iâm a sadistic cunt now.â
I grinned at his snarling roided face - I had finally made my monster.
âThatâs the spirit, big guy!â I said.
He soon realized that I was just toying with him. He chuckled as he dropped me to the floor, secure in the knowledge that I wasnât going to change him back, and turned back to his new favorite object in the whole world - the mirror. He started examining his new, shredded-to-fuck physique with shit-grinning fascination.
âJesus, man this is so fucking intense - all this power and strength. And all you want me to do his fuck around with Seth? Damn - what the hell did that little turd do to you anyway?â
I laughed.
âActually, heâs never done anything to me.â I explained. âI used to bully him like crazy even before I got this gizmo. Ever since elementary school. Now that Iâve got my hands on ultimate power, I spend my days bringing all my sickest fantasies to life. Seth just happens to be the chosen one for this particular fantasy.â
âYouâre one sick motherfucker, you know that?â
âOh, I know,â I said with a smirk. âSo remember, big guy - you just keep acting as if nothing has happened and torment the shit out of him. Randomly accuse him of sniffing your jockstraps while youâre away from the dorm, or eyeing you up when you exit the shower - that sort of thing. Only you, me and him know youâve changed - the rest of the world thinks youâve always been this sexy, arrogant and cruel motherfucker. Make him think that you believe youâve always been like this. With the Chronivac, Iâve given you the acting chops to pull this off.â
âYouâre fucking crazy, man,â he laughed. âBut I like it. Iâm curious, though - why not just make me believe that anyway with that device of yours? Why the need for me to act it out?â
âI dunno,â I shrugged with a little embarrassment. âSomehow I just find it more fun knowing Iâve corrupted his geeky roommate into my fantasy.â
âHeh, well Iâm glad youâre that sick,â he replied, flexing a massive bicep with glee. âIâm so going to love this! I canât wait to see the terror on that little shitâs face when I stroll into the dorm looking like this!â
âHa! You think Iâm sick? Iâm only getting started big guy! That girl heâs always hanging around with these days? Anne? Iâve just made her your own personal fuck toy.â
âUh, I dunno man,â he said with a little hesitation. âSheâs awfully nerdy looking and I fucking hate nerds.â
âOh donât worry,â I replied. âI spoke to her an hour ago and sheâs currently enjoying her own set of âupgradesâ. Sheâs now got the body of a fitness model, a luscious set of fake titties to maul over with your massive paws and a well-used sloppy cunt that will easily take in that new supercock of yours. Throw in some slutty tattoos and her new background as a pornstar, and sheâs now a keeper.â
âWhoa! Fucking ace!â
âLike you, sheâs going to act as if nothing has happened - both of you are going to pretend that youâve been both fucking each other silly for months. Sheâs agreed to treat Seth as if heâs some sort of sick pervert who is always gaping at her. Sheâs planning to tease and ridicule him on how scrawny and unmanly he is.â
âHa, this is nothing. You should see what Iâve done to his little brother! He has sprouted up two feet, outweighs his older brother by 200lbs of superhuman muscle and plans to have half the women in their neighborhood pregnant within the next six weeks. Anne and you are only round one. When he comes home for Christmas, heâs in for a big surprise!â
âMan! Heâs been trying to get the courage to ask Anne out for weeks - and sheâs been shyly waiting for him to do. This is so going to kill him!â
***
"Who are you exactly?"
"Just a childhood friend of his, that's all,"
"And what kind of fucked up shit he did to you until you went all this way?"
"Nothing to be honest. I just disliked him and his nerdy attitude. I conspired with the other boys and basically made his elementary school days sucks. But then he moved out of town before I got my hands on this baby," I said as I rub my Chronibac "The baby that just changed you for the better,"
"So you're a bully. Not his childhood friend,"
Well, gotta admit that blood bond is a little bit harder to be manipulated. So I secretly click several button, just to make him a little bit more rough, and then I can see that sadistic glow in his eyes
"And I hate that dweeb too. Fuck, how can he is my older brother when he's looking like a twig?" He said aggresively all in a sudden "He's a real pain in the ass to be honest. And you want me to show him his place in life? Dude, I can even turn him into a pulp!"
"Wow wow, calm down there, big man. I just want you to make the worst Christmas for him later this year. Screw him up, mess with his minds. He will have a hard time believing that you grow up this massive in just 2 years, but like I said earlier, only you and me are aware of the facts that you haven't been this sexy muscle beast you are now. For everyone, you've always been the real deal, the main alpha of this town,"
"And you will let me keep this shit as long as I played your sick game where I made him experienced a total hell in his own house?"
"Absolutely. This is all yours to keep. This is the reality you are living now,"
"Fuck, that's awesome. You got yourself a deal, bro. I'll give you daily update during the winter holiday. That, if I'm not busy plowing this dick to all the cunts in this town. Anyway, if you need some backup in case I don't make him suffered enough, you can do some of your work to my dad. He's a very sweet nice guy that cared for that twig, must be fucking heartbreaking for the twig if he's turned into a sadistic motherfucker. Double the trouble,"
"That sounds like a good plan actually. But maybe not now, I gotta do something else,"
Continuing this because I fucking love this series. Pretty sure makingrealalphas put out a story of some kind of psychologist for poor Seth that got warped too by his tormentor into a narcissist who prescribed all the wrong things to Seth
Something is definitely not right. I'm not having delusion, or let alone need to take any medication. There's literally something wrong in this world because there's no way that my little brother is this cocky, jacked brute and my entire academic-oriented family somehow turned into these bunch of narcissist bullies. I mean, just look at Dolan over here looking like he's some kind of tren-using Tarzan or something with that wild mane of his
Or how surprised I was when I stumbled upon Cole in his bedroom fucking the shit out of Mrs. Witherton, the mayor's wife, with the fucking mayor and his jock-ass son staring in the corner like they've been grounded by Cole?
Yet everyone acting like I'm the crazy one, that I'm the one with the fucked up memory and sense of reality. My roommate. My crush that now becomes my roommate porn-star-like date who dismissed me so easily. My brothers, my entire family, literally everyone! And they all said things that I know cannot be true but the events in the past few weeks really put me in a spiral questioning the truth of the entirety of my life
I know I'm not adopted. I know that I never sniff my roommates, let alone my brothers clothing. I know that none of them are these huge douchebags or gymrats. I also know that I'm not having psychotic break and I am certainly not gonna drink any of the pills they said prescribed to me. These cannot be real. No, these cannot be real.......
My mouth hung open. Standing in front of me in the shower were two massive muscle hunks, where just moments ago, my two scrawny, nerdy friends had just stripped down.
âOh my god, you guys, you look-â I had trouble finding the words.
âLook,â Sean said, raising a now hairy pit. âYou can stay a skinny 22 year old fuckboi if you want, but I thought we came on this vacation to Palm Springs to try something new.â
Hair continued to erupt on his chest and face. His whole body was swelling, and while he only stood a few inches taller, his new meaty pecs alone probably weighed more than his whole upper half used to weigh.
Cameron on the other hand was turning into a full daddy in the spray.
âBilly,â he said, his voice now low, sexy. Silver began to tinge and then set in his hair. âEither you step into the shower now and get older and beefy like usâŚâ
They both grinned at me. I saw their new, thicker cocks starting to plump.
âOr Sean and I use you like the boy you are.â
My dick twitched.
God, they were both so hairy now! Sean looked a good decade older, and Cam- !
I was torn. Part of me wanted to feel my body swell, to feel a thick coat of fur cover my skinny frame. To feel the stubble, and then fuzz, and then full beard grow out along my face. To grab my meaty arms and thighs and marvel at just how much power my muscles would have. To feel my shoulders grow wider, my dick swell to beer can girthâŚ
But another part of me just looked at my two previously even-a-little-smaller-than-me-and-thatâs-saying-something friends staring down at me, my former equals now grinning at me like wolves and their prey. Awkward Cameron, now so confident and in control.
Sean looked at Cam and grinned, and then I heard the squeak of the showerâs handle.
âI guess our little fuck toy here made his decision,â Cam purred and stepped, dripping toward me.
âOh fuck, Cameron,â I whispered.
With one swoop, he bent over and picked me off the ground, my legs instinctively wrapping around his now barrel-chested frame.
âCall me Daddy,â he growled into my ear, and carried me over to the bed. I could see Sean start to follow over his shoulder, already pawing at his growing erection.
âYou know boy,â Cameron continued. âIâm actually glad you didnât use the Daddy Shower. It saves us the trouble of going out and finding someone to bring back here and use.â
He tossed me onto the bed like I was a rag doll. I stared up at the two men, and then was quickly yanked by my legs down to the foot of the bed, Cameron lifting my legs so my heels rested on his shoulders.
Sean made his way onto the bed near my head and began slapping his hardening cock against my face.
I wasnât their friend anymore. I was their toy.
âFuck me, Daddy,â I whispered.
Cameron lubed up two fingers and brought them to my hole, slowly working his way in, as if he had been doing this for years.
âOpen up for me, boy,â he said. Fuck! I was so tight around him, I could feel myself already squeezing around his fingers, as my dick grew harder with a few pumps. He slowly began to massage his now thicker fingers against my prostate.
I let out a high moan.
âI think he likes that,â Sean said.
Cam, with a focus and confidence that usually only comes from having worked a thousand boys over like this before, continued to rub in and out, his other massive, calloused hand sliding up my leg. I felt myself begin to open to him.
âThere you go, boy,â he said gently. âKeep opening for me.â
Goddammit, Iâd do anything he said right now. This sexy muscle daddy was working me like a puppet, and god I wanted him, and fuck, he was actually the same nerdy friend of mine who was actually a year younger than me that I usually schooled at video games, and now-
I opened my eyes, not realizing that I had closed them, and saw his steely gaze bearing down into me. He pulled his fingers out and pressed the thick mushroom head of his new cock against my hole.
I was his.
âI⌠mmm⌠I need you in me,â I managed.
Slowly, he pressed his erection against my ass, and then taking his time, he slid in, allowing me to adjust to his thick cock with every inch. He was a seasoned pro, and my body trusted him, fully.
I felt impossibly full and still wanted more. I wanted his whole body pressed against me.
ââŚoh⌠fuckâŚ. fuckâŚâ I whimpered.
It was then that Sean abruptly pinned my arms above my head with a sudden swing. I jerked, but he may as well have been a dump truck on top of me.
âYou had your chance to be a man,â he grinned. âBut something tells me that this is actually what youâve always wanted, to just be dominated by your two friends.â
ââŚfuck⌠fuckâŚ!â was all I could say, again and again, as Cameronâs impossibly huge cock began to slowly gain speed, fucking me a little harder, a little harder.
âYou know,â Sean continued. âI was going to say that you should try the shower tomorrow. But Iâm thinking that now, this should just be our lives. Cameron and I these two sexy daddies, and you our houseboy, waiting on us hand and foot, ready to get fucked whenever we want.â
Cameron was hammering away at me now. It hurt, but fuck I wanted it harder, I wanted him to fuck me until I broke.
âFUCK! Yes, Daddy, FUCK ME!â I yelled.
Cameron started to rhythmically groan, low, and choppy.
âYou⌠Like thatâŚ.. Boy?â
Slap. Slap. Slap.
âOh fuck, Daddy, yes!â I cried. âFuck me! Make me your boy!â
Sean, still pinning me from above, grinned, and then lowered his bearded, lantern jaw down to my chest and lightly bit my nipple.
âOh, FUCK!â I yelled, and then felt Seanâs hand grip my cock. My hips thrust up. âOh fuck, Iâm close! Oh fuck!â
âDonât come yet, boy!â Cameron ordered, his pace quickening. âHold it!â
Oh fuck. I rode another wave, but didnât cum.
âYou want this load, boy?â Cameron asked.
Fuck. Yes. Yes! I couldnât even tell if I was yelling words any more, what I was yelling in my head, and what I was yelling out loud.
Yes, yes I wanted him to fill me with his new Daddy seed.
Yes, yes- !  I wanted this ⌠forever! I wanted to be the kept boy of these two sexy men! I wanted to live with them and have them take me places and show me off, and to take turns waking the two of them up with blowjobs, and- and-
The air seemed to ripple around us.
Cameron let out a long, loud roar and I could feel him cum as he slammed me down against him again and again.
âFUCK!â
Seanâs hand on my dick quickened.
âOh- oh- oh-! Oh god, Oh- !â
Even though my eyes were clenched shut, I saw a flash of white.
I came, harder than I had cum in months, shooting onto my chest and all over Seanâs hand. My whole body convulsed, and my wrists pulled against Seanâs other hand, but he held me down with little effort.
Cameron slowed, but stayed within me, the back of my legs still pressed against his now sweaty chest.
Fuck that was good.
âOh, Daddy,â I moaned. âYou havenât fucked me that hard in weeks.â
âLooks like the change of locale is doing you good,â Sean said to Cameron, moving to grab us both a towel. âI kept telling you that youâd been working too hard.â
Something felt⌠off⌠some⌠memoryâŚ
âYeah, every night when we went to bed,â Cameron smirked. âI guess I should know better by this point and listen to my damn husband.â
I lay on the bed, breathing heavy. Cameron took a few steps up and lowered down and kissed me.
Even gasping for air, I still felt myself melt as he lifted my head into a deep kiss.
âAnd our boy,â he said.
Two different sets of memories seemed to fight in my head. One, where I slept between these two daddies in our massive bed every night, and I begged Cameron to take us on a trip, to get a little stress relief, and some other, fading image of three early 20-somethings finding some deal on a websiteâŚ
âWow, you must have fucked him good,â Sean said. âHeâs speechless.â
He came over and brought his large palm against my cheek, looking down on me adoringly. The cold of his wedding ring felt nice against my warm cheek.
God, I was so lucky, to belong to this gorgeous couple, to have them bring me into their life a year ago. Wait⌠something about that feltâŚ
I had known them for years, hadnât I?
A questioning look flickered across Seanâs face for the briefest of moments.
âYou okay, Billy?â he asked.
I shook my head, clearing away any stray thoughts.
âIâŚ. whoo! Guess I âŚ.â I sat up.
Cameron came over with a glass of water, which I took, gratefully, and sat down on the bed.
âI guess that took more out of me than I thought!â
Cameron grinned.
âWell, it took a year, but the two of us have finally found a way to tire out our boy. I wonder if heâs getting older.â
Sean laughed.
âHe better not be, heâs supposed to be keeping us young!â
Sean and Cameron kissed and I felt one final twitch of my fading erection. They both looked at me, leaning into the pillow.
Some days, it was almost too much, the love of these two men. How they loved each other through me, how they would gift me, over and over, to the other. How they took turns shaping me, praising me, holding me.
I was the luckiest boy. Whatever I did to deserve this, Iâll never know.
âIâm going to take a shower,â Cameron said, standing and walking toward the bathroom. âYou two should join me.â
I could see the huge, open shower in front of him. Something about it looked⌠different. But thatâs silly, we just got into this hotel where weâd never stayed, and hadnât even showered yet. How could it look different?
I sipped my water and stared at the gorgeous ass, and then salt-and-pepper hair of one of my daddies.
Elated to see its the time for it to make a return, so this is my own take that I shelved when @immortalmrwavell previous account got off. Our narrator.......at least for me, is not necessarily the best person to handle MorphMage
I honestly have no idea what's gotten into me during our trip back to my apartment, but seeing Liam all muscular and confident like that stirred something unpleasant in me. I can't put it into any other words, but I believe I was offended and jealous, of his physique, of him knowing the MorphMage app first, practically as much as I lust his current form, I wanted to return the scale back to my favor. I was the bigger and more confident one before all this for fuck's sake! It's only normal then for me to do this, right?
Let me take you back for a brief recap. I told Liam to wait in the living room as soon as we arrived while I transformed myself, much to his dismay. But, I quickly told him that he could just simply work out while waiting for me and that seems to soothe his jock brain as I added that, it would be fair for him to experience the same surprise that he did for me when he first appeared post-MorphMage and he obliged with no further questions asked.
"Just don't take too long, okay? I'm excited to see what you will come up with,"
I obviously hid the fact that the first toggle I switched off as soon as I finished the transformation would be everyone's awareness of my previous form, and when I said everyone, it includes Liam. I needed to assert my dominance over him, and keeping him in the blind that his boyfriend is also a MorphMage user would certainly do something to his psyche
"Oh look at me pulling such a fine DILF, he would never look at me the same way if he ever found out about my MorphMage usage,"
"I could never let him found this MorphMage app, or I'm doomed,"
Or something along those lines. Yeah he's much more confident and easy-going now, but I bet with him still retaining most of his old emotional self, this decision would be changing the dynamic back to my favor. He wouldn't dangle the fact that he found MorphMage first and allowed me to be this figure I transformed myself into.
Talking about my transformation, well, as you could see, I always upped the ante at least one level above Liam.
Confident blonde man in his early 30s with consistent gym repertoire? Well, I'm now a certified bodybuilder with history of tinkering with roids and all that in his mid 30s, now clean off all those meds and overpowered all the youngster still. I definitely could pull off some hair but I feel like being bald suited this form of mine better so I let him win that, after all his man bun would be useful to make him blow me. But back to the reversal of him tipping the scale in his favor. Him being 6'3"? I'm 6'4" now. 8 inches soft? Mine would be 8.5 inches soft, with balls clearly bigger than his. I simply refuse to be dwarfed or outshine by him. Call it egoistic, I don't care, I just need to make sure that I'm not the one feeling all submissive to someone that used to be shorter than me by 3 inches and never even dared to talk in a room full of people.
He mentioned that upon saving, the transformation really hit him hard and I experienced the same earth-shattering orgasm as he explained when my avatar came into life and solidified its changes to my physique rather than merely hovering like a holographic visual before I clicked that "Save" button. But I never expected that the most fun part came right after that when the mental options started popping up like questionnaire on the screen
"Maintain name: Joshua Koeverman"
I clicked no to that, and a blank section appeared where I could put my new name, so I typed "Josh Coleman" to make it much more easier for everyone to call and impossible to be fucked by even the darndest Starbucks barista
Another blank column appear
"Describe your self, Josh Coleman"
So obviously, I started to frantically take an excerpt on the way me and Liam usually talked about those Insta hunks. Personal trainer of the elites and wealthy. Relentless stamina to hit every single rep perfectly. Talent beyond comprehension to adapt to any sport as I please. Brand deals and brand trips almost every single day. Insane partying and sex across the globe with whoever I pleased with no repercussions because no one complained getting fucked by a stallion like me. Before I know, I literally submitted a 1000 words essay of my new self and I found my cock getting hard once more from thinking on how delicious to have all that false memories hit me all at once!
Then, several toggle appeared on screen with the instruction explaining that you can click to turn it off and skip through it if you want to keep it on as its default to be on
"Retain memories of pre-transformation?"
I skip through that
"Retain option for reversal?"
I turned that one off, because why the fuck do I need that?
"Retain memories of pre-transformation for other?"
I also turned that one off. Another pop-up appeared
"No one will remember the old you except yourself, are you comfortable to proceed?"
Another safety features
"Total alteration of everyone's memory might create unintended effect to your own memory, are you sure to proceed?"
I clicked "Yes" to that one while rolling my eyes and then as soon as the "Save" button appeared, I clicked that and groaned in what I would describe as if your brain getting squeezed dry. It must be one heck of a scream because I clearly blacked out for sometimes as Liam now stands right outside of the ensuite bathroom looking flustered and worry at me. I found myself still standing in front of the bathroom mirror but the reflection that stared back at me feels like any other moment I looked at my reflection
"Josh, are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be, babe?" Oh that feels smooth and simply right to say, as I leaned on the door and feeling the tension in the air as Liam's eyes scanned my entire body as if this is the first time he's seeing me like this. Well, to be fair it really is his first time, but the less he knows the better
"The scream.....I thought---"
"Oh yeah, that's just me trying to reenact that Mr. Olympia moment from last year, don't you remember that?"
I can see his brain jogged a bit as his memory falsely recalled myself on Mr. Olympia stage giving Cbum a run for his money last year. Feels nice to have that world-building moment together but he quickly come on board and smiled
"Yeah, I creamed my pants listening to you roared. I hope you can train me to be as good as you,"
"Oh, well, you are not that hard to train with all the base material you already have. Don't you remember how easy you take on cock-sucking despite dating just chicks for most of your life? You are a natural follower, Liam, and a very good one at that. For starter, if I hop into bed now, you'll follow me and start sucking on my toes before going all the way to swallow my whole cock, am I right?"
And just like that, I found Liam's eyed glistened with delight as he recalled all those moments where he happily blew me like the subservient muscle bottom that he is, and tonight it won't be any different
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*****
âWhere the hell is Sit-guess?â
âSpain. Barcelona.â
âHow do you know that?â
âIt says so on his post.â
âOh.â Amir and Neil continued scrolling through their phones.
âWell, it looks like heâs having fun!â Amir joked to an apoplectic Neil.
âIn a speedo,â Neil shook his head in jealousy poorly masked as disgust.
âI mean, look at that body.â
âYeah, but like, he didnât used to look like that,â Neil stumbled over his words in his ill-contained anger.
âHe didnât dye his hair blonde either, but people can look how they want,â Amir replied with a shrug, trying to diffuse Neil.
âI swear he used to mock those K-pop dudes who dyed their hair.â Neil continued his tirade as Amir rolled his eyes in annoyance.
âAnd now he did it. Neil, calm the fuck down. Jae-sung can look how he wants to look, act how he wants to act, date who heâŚâ Neil cut him off.
âIâm not jealous of his boyfriend.â
âReally? Cause, you were when we met him-â Neil interrupted the teasing, louder this time.
âAnd itâs Jai now, according to Instagram. J-A-I.â
âEww,â Amir laughed and kept scrolling. âPretty trips.â
âAnother beautiful day at the beach with Radden. Life is an adventure and Iâm so glad to grab it. Hashtag gay boy. Hashtag beach. Hashtag beach life. Hashtag gay. Hashtag muscle. Hashtag speedo. Hashtag-â this time Amir cut him off.
âI get it Neil, Jae-â
âWith an I,â Neil chipped in quickly.
âWith an I,â Amir rolled his eyes to pure white as he repeated dramatically. âIs living life as a boytoy and not returning our texts anymore. Ever since he got a new boyfriend.â
âSugar daddy.â
âWhatever, Iâm not interested in the merits of their relationship. I am interested in how he got that body. Rockinâ.â Amir said while unconsciously rubbing his belly. He was the fat one of their little gayboy squad. Jae-sung had looked like a weightless twink while Neil at least lifted weights regularly. None of them was likely to catch eyes in a crowd, assuming anyone saw them at all. Mostly due to them all being short guys, Amir being the tallest at 5â6â and three quarters. It was what first bonded them together.
âPEDs, roids, illegal injections,â Neil flippantly replied. Amir choked back the desire to throttle Neil. Heâd always been the jealous type, and until six months ago when Jae-sung disappeared off the face of the earth, the hot one in their little gay trio. And the snub from Jae-sung stung worse once they stumbled across his new instagram filled with luscious trips, hot men, and a head to toe makeover turning twinkish Jae into muscled, blond stud Jai.Â
âHoly shit! New post!â
âSo?â
âWhat do you think, instafans? Always wanted to get my eyes done and @RadXZaddy paid for it. Loving the new me!â Neil read aloud as Amir refreshed.
âWhat happened to his eyes?â
âHe got that fucking eye lid surgery. The one he always called âanti-chi-â,â Neil coughed in place of finishing the word. Amir stared at the image long and hard. Was it true, did he really get the surgery? Jae-sung had bitched about stuff like that a lot. Maybe he was misdirecting? Or maybe it was something else.
âItâs that fucking boyfriend,â Neil said as though reading his mind. âAll of this! He looks like some fucking doll practically now.â
âI mean,â Amir spoke slowly. âHeâs an adult.â
âLook, this guy is clearly doing something to him. This canât be a healthy relationship.â
âLetâs say I agree,â Amir tentatively began. âWhat do you want to do? DM him? I donât think heâll reply. I mean, heâs got a lot of followers who I bet send messages. And he hasnât returned our texts.â
âTheyâre going to Balmoraâs for brunch Sunday,â Neil said triumphantly.
âWhat?â
âIn the comments, someone asked if they were going to be at some party, but he told them they were back here and had reservations at Balmoraâs. Which does not require reservations, but apparently he has gone full insta-shallow.â
âSo, are we gonna go to Bals for brunch?â
âI just made a reservation,â Neil cheered triumphantly. Amir almost chimed in reminding him that you didnât need a reservation for brunch at Balmoraâs but decided to not push things.
âWhat time are they going?â
âI donât know,â Neil shrugged.
âWhat time are we going?â
âAt opening, and weâll drink until they arrive. I asked for a table by the gate so weâll see them come in.â
âThis feels kind of icky,â Amir sighed.
âOur friend has apparently fallen under the sway of some fetishy muscle daddy. Weâd be bad friends if we didn't intervene. And they have bottomless mimosas.â
âItâs a date,â Neilâs eyes never left the phone so he didnât see the concern on Amirâs face.
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They pair arrived at Balmoraâs when it opened. Their waiter was visibly annoyed when they said they were meeting friends who were always late and theyâd be waiting to order until they got here. He huffed off as the pair watched him leave.
âHeâs cute,â Amir said while sipping on a mimosa.
âI think we fucked,â Neil scrunched his face and stared into the sky as he tried to remember.
âI love how you act like any remotely attractive guy we meet has had sex with you,â Amir admonished.
âWhat? Iâm being serious!â
âSure thing Neil, Iâve known you for ten years. Your sexploits donât fool me.â They clinked their glasses together and started chatting about other topics while keeping their eyes firmly on the gate. Their flippant waiter brought carafe after carafe of mimosa as the pair drank away the time. Finally, their quarry arrived.
Radden and Jai rolled in like a pair of movie stars. Raddenâs big and powerful legs caused him to strut suggestively, an oversized package in the front bouncy playfully in his tight khakis. He wore a shiny oxford shirt buttoned halfway, leaving his smoothed bronzed pecs well on display. Jai followed a step behind, rolling his hips in a strange, mincing way. He had silver cowboy boots with an oversized heel, shiny white jeggings, and a pink crop top that hid the tits but exaggerated his ripped abs and tiny waist. Both of them had several bracelets and rings on and expensive sunglasses covering their eyes. Amir and Neil stared in shock for a moment, instagram was one thing but seeing it in person was still shocking. Neil recovered quickly and stood up.
âOh my god, Jai!â He dragged himself up and grabbed his ex-friend into a tight hug. Jai squirmed a bit before hesitantly hugging in return.
âWe havenât seen you in forever!â Amir joined in, genuinely happy to see his friend. âHow have you been?â
âOh umm, hi, girls,â Jaiâs voice had a small affectation to it, a bit of high pitched squeak that reminded Amir of guys who watched too much Drag Race.
âAre you having brunch? Are you meeting people? We have seats at our table!â Neil rambled quickly. Jai seemed completely overwhelmed. A throat clear behind the boys silenced everyone.
âJai, babe, who are these boys?â
âOh my gawd, this is my boyfriend, Radden,â Jai introduced the older and much taller hunk with the lustful adoration of a first kiss.
âYeah, weâve met,â Amir smiled and waved slightly.
âAnd we havenât seen you since,â Neil poked his finger into Jaiâs hard pec, and then did it again and again. âThose are nice tits, Jai,â Neil admired openly. Jai perked up and puffed them out proudly.
âWell, we should eat with your friends!â Radden smiled with overly bright veneers.Â
âUh, okay,â Jai sort of stuttered. âBut like, I didnât know if you wanted to.â
âI have been hogging you, Jai. Iâm sure your friends want to catch up!â He sat down cheerfully and took a swig from the latest mimosa carafe. âI told him he needs to keep in touch with his friends. But young guys get so caught up in relationships. Not that I mind having him all to myself. But everyone needs some girlfriends.â Neil and Amir glanced at each other curiously.
âWait really? Jai, did you just blow us off?â Neil frowned. Jai kind of stuttered for a bit, flitting his hands in the air.
âOkay, like, Iâm sorry I got obsessed with my hot daddy boyfriend.â Even with the sunglasses on, the boys could feel the eye roll underneath. âI felt bad at first, but we were taking trips and he hired me a personal trainer and a nutritionistâŚâ
âYou hired them?â Neil questioned Radden.
âAfter he asked,â Radden continued drinking straight from the carafe, his eyes scanning the restaurant for a waiter.
âYeah!â Jai indignantly replied. âWe were going to hot parties and cool beaches. I didnât wanna be the ugly guy. And then I figured you guys would be judgmental about it that I didnât wanna tell you.â
âJust so weâre clearing the air,â Amir stepped in. âYou did all of⌠this,â he waved his hands in the air around Jai. âBecause you wanted to be hot? Mission successful.â Jai giggled.
âAnd you didnât want this,â Neil grabbed the carafe out of Raddenâs hands to refill his own beverage.
âI liked him before, I like him now. I mean, Iâll admit, you are fucking sexy as shit now,â he rubbed his hands lecherously on Jaiâs crotch. âBut mostly, I just like Jai either way.â
After a moment of silence at the table, Radden spoke again. âSo, we relieved you of your concerns? You werenât very subtle about it. Not that the booze probably helped.â Amir and Neil blushed intensely and looked down. âI, personally, think itâs very good that Jai has such devoted friends. And I look forward to getting to know you both!â He finally flagged down a waiter and ordered more carafes in addition to shots. Jai, Neil, and Amir passed around a set of sheepish apologies.
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One month, several parties, two weeks attending exercise classes, and one shopping trip later, Neil and Amir found themselves climbing the steps to a private jet to join Radden and Jai on a fabulous holiday. Radden invited them to some island resort across the Pacific, and the boys never even considered saying no. Sure, the past month has been kind of odd. Jai wasnât acting for Instagramâ in real life heâd seemingly embraced being hot and shallow and catty. It caused a change in the friend group dynamic; Neil and Amir were suddenly demoted to Jaiâs entourage instead of being an equal part of the trio. But on the other hand, they were dragging new suitcases filled with new clothing onto a private jet.
Neil and Amir oohed and aahed over the luxury of the plane, while Jai lectured them on the differences between PJs (private jets) and his newfound preferences among them. For his part, Radden seemed content to enjoy an herbal cocktail and admire the boys. Amir noticed he did a lot of that, just kind of looked at them. Lots of people looked at Jaiâ that came with hotness. But Radden gazed with more intensity, the primal energy of a seasoned hunter measuring prey. Still, he had been nothing but kind and pleasant and Amir liked him quite a bit. Aside from the obvious physical differences, Jai seemed very happy and well treated and you couldnât want a lot more for a friend.
Radden disappeared at the start of the flight. The others didnât even notice as they were already popping champagne and talking vapidly about things theyâd seen on social media. The booze flowed as they gossiped about everything. Eventually, both Jai and Neil decided to get some shut eye, leaving a wide awake Amir extremely bored before Radden reappeared.
âSo what exactly do you do, like for work?â Amir, slightly drunk and flushed, saddled up next to Radden. He laughed in response.
âIâm a trust fund baby!â He offered a toast from his champagne and brayed louder. âI mean, my family owns several businesses. Lots of luxury resorts actually.â
âLike White Lotus places?â Radden laughed again.
âI guess so. They tend to be, no offense, places normal people never hear of.â
âNone taken.â
âYouâre pretty easy going. I like that,â Radden reached out and brushed Amirâs cheek, who giggled and blushed in response. Radden exuded charm and charisma on a celestial level. âI seem to have won over Neil, too.â
âOh, he has a crush on you,â Amir blurted out.
âReally?â Radden cocked his eyebrows in lurid interest.
âDid, I should say,â Amir backpedaled quickly. âYou donât remember it, but the night you met Jai, you met us too. And Neil hit on you pretty hard. And you turned him down.â Both men giggled. They continued having their pleasant conversation, though Amir couldnât help but notice that Raddenâs eyes kept drifting to Neil. Amir hoped he wasnât going to say anything. Heâd just put his friend group back together and didn't need it falling apart again.
âYou should get some rest, darling,â Radden rubbed Amirâs shoulder tenderly. Amir bit his lip and blushed more. âMight as well take advantage of all the luxuries on board!â
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The four of them made for a strange pairing. Neil and Amir were dressed in cute pastel shorts and t-shirts that could come from any of a dozen stores or brands. Radden wore sharkskin trousers with a pleat as sharp as the namesakeâs tooth. A linen button down with one hole buttoned in the middle, the fabric flowing around him like Fabio in a wind machine, covered his chest. Jaiâs hot pink button down shirt tucked into white shorts. The orange hue of his skin made the pink seem to glow on him. The lobby was open air and spacious with gorgeous employees in white trousers and shirts helping guests. Gigantic marble pillars and floors, all in white, gave the space a heavenly look. A piano tucked in one corner belted soft melodies from its tuxedoed player. Jai dragged the boys along, their mouths agape at the divine monstrosity. Radden was already headed towards check in.
The man behind the desk glowed unnaturally, white teeth and painted skin ripped with muscles underneath his staff polo. Radden turned to the others.
âYou boys give me your passports and head up to the room,â he offered Jai some woven bracelets that were apparently room keys. They slipped them on without thought. âIâll check us in.â Neil immediately pulled his passport out and handed it over, but Amir hesitated.
âShould⌠is it okay to just give you our passports? And you already have a room key?â Radden shrugged.
âYes, perks of money. And they have to scan them for check in. Itâs totally normal, promise!â He flashed that award winning smile and Amirâs resistance melted away as he handed his little blue folder over. âItâs top floor, Jai, obviously. You boys freshen up!â He sauntered up the counter with a spring in his step, and all three of the boys watched his muscled ass shake from side to side in the tight pants.
âGod, I wanna fuck him,â Neil didnât even bother hiding his desire. Amir tried to shush him but Jai was already replying.
âHe only tops.â
âSo much for you being verse,â Neil snickered.
âHeâs got a hot cock,â Jai crudely replied. âAnd Iâve always loved sucking dick.â Amir nodded along as they ambled to the elevator. At least that hadnât changed. Jae-sung had always been the kind of guy whoâd suck off a stranger in a bathroom for the thrill of it.
The top floor was one giant suite, balconies lining every side with windows overlooking a jungle paradise and pristine cabanas where gorgeous men paraded around in tiny swimsuits while being served by dutiful staff who were tanned and toned clearly on display. Jai took himself to the master suite, while the other two slummed in smaller, though still luxurious rooms, to the side. They shared a bathroom, and Neil almost immediately walked through to Amirâs side with a swimsuit in hand.
âJust straight to a swimming suit, eh?â Amir laughed as Neil dropped trou immediately, putting his pale buttocks on display as he pulled up a camo patterned, square-cut swimsuit. Neil had a nice body, not an excellent one, but nothing to sneeze at. He obsessed over the really fit guys, the ones with huge pecs that look unnaturally glued on. Neil took a few moments to pose in the mirror, restyling his hair (which was too short to really change) and assessing his physique.
Unconsciously, Amir reached down and tugged at the modest pudge around his waistline. He was the âfatâ one of their trio: Neil muscular, Jai thin, Amir fat. Although in straight world heâd be unremarkable. Still, he was the one with the baggy trunks that came to mid thigh. Which was a shame, because if he had any trait that made men stare, it was his derriere. Voluptuous, almost feminine in its curves, but distinctly masculine in muscularity. Amir wanted to look better, he always imagined what heâd look like with a trim waist to really set off his ass but heâd never really found the motivation to get there. Probably the same lack of motivation that kept Neil thinner than he wanted.
âHey dolls,â the whimpery voice of Jai snapped him back to reality. Jai, formerly thin, was now ripped and toned and his body painted in iridescent orange that made it all pop just so. He blew a kiss in the air, which Amir thought was meant for him but then he realized he was standing in front of the mirror.
âCute suit,â Neil commented with uncontained envy. Jai was in a hot pink speedo that rode high on his hips, sinking in the deep cuts of his Apollo's belt and clinging to his body like it was already wet.
âJealousyâs an ugly color, Neil,â Jai quipped confrontationally. âKind of like that suit. Kidding!â He offered the last word like a bitchy teenager whoâd just been called out. Neil replied with a middle finger as he sucked his gut in even more.
âSo, whatâs the plan now?â Amir asked, hoping to break the tension.
âParty? Relax. Drink.â Jai said all the words dully, as if reading off a teleprompter.
âWhere?â
âI dunno, around the pool probs. Thatâs usually where the hotties hang during the day. There'll be parties and clubs at night.â
âYouâve been here before?â Neil asked, clenching his abs as hard as possible to his red faced reflection.
âHere here? No, but these places are all pretty similar. Spa, gym, pool, second pool, hot tubs, clubs, restaurants. Itâs all about mixing and mingling.â Amir changed into his black suit and pulled on a loose fitting top that hid his arms. Not from embarrassment but from the sun. Neil finished dressing himself with a tank top.
âWanna look around?â Amir offered.
âYou guys take a walk. Iâm gonna wait for Radden.â
âWhere is he? Checking us in couldnât take that long.â
âOh, heâs probably flirting with a manager or booking appointments. He loves a spa day.â Jai spent several minutes discussing the multitude of expensive spa time heâd experienced over the past few months, including the lurid detail that Radden always wanted a blowjob afterwards. Amir had never minded the sex talk; it was pretty normal among homos. But the way Jai described it always felt kind of⌠icky. Very Radden centric. Radden wants a blowjob. Radden only tops.
The pair left to explore, Neil started complaining about Radden and Jai, but Amir distracted him with the buildings, pools, clubs, and every hot man they walked past. Radden had said this was a gay resort, but Amir hadnât expected it to be entirely men top to bottom. Every employee was a work of art. The guests ranged from ultra mega hot to merely passable, but they all exuded a level of wealth he couldnât really begin to comprehend.
They went into a shop that sold nothing but tiny swim briefs in a variety of colors and patterns. Amir found some that look suspiciously similar to the one Jai was wearing, in a range of neon colors ordered like a pride flag. He tried to show Neil but found him outside the store.
âGoddam, look at those!â Neilâs voice rang green with envy for all to hear. He was slack jawed, staring at a dark-skinned (though Amir had no idea how natural the color was) man in an orange swim brief that made his dick look terrifyingly massive. But Neil hadnât even noticed that. Instead, his eyes were fixated on a pair of thick juicy pecs that rose like dough from his chest, pushing out wide and broad, forcing the nipples down, almost underneath the curve of the muscle. They were so prominent and hard, Amir felt certain he could probably balance a drink on them.
âYou should probably stop staring.â
âI wanna touch âem.â Neil gasped. âI wanna grab âem and lick âem and ugh. Ugh. I want to have a pair on me!â He grabbed his own, not unnoticeable chest, like a pair of breasts and shook them for an imaginary audience. Then he deflated visibly.
âIâm sorry Neil,â Amir didnât really know what to say.
âNothing, itâs fine. Iâm being dramatic.â
âAnd jealous.â
âIs it obvious?â Amir burst out laughing despite Neilâs seriousness. He silenced himself and offered a quick apology.
âBut yes, it is obvious.â
After a few more minutes of walking and admiring the resort and the men, Neil finally spoke up again. âI want a body like that.â
âWell, ask Jai. Or hell, ask Radden since heâs probably the one who knows how to get it.â He wasnât sure how old Radden was, but he was definitely hot.
âIs that weird?â
âHe paid for us to come to an expensive resort for two weeks. I donât think anything is weird at this point.â
âWhy did we agree to come to a strange resort with our friend's new boyfriend?â Neil asked suddenly, giggling and shaking his head.
âBecause we wanted to be featured on some murder mystery podcast?â Amir replied with a playful shrug.
â--
They didnât see Jai or Radden until dinner. Their phones pinged with a dinner reservation notification that didnât have an RSVP option. The place had several restaurants and this one overlooked the ocean with rattan furniture and excessive candlelight. Jai, dressed in a skintight, white shirt that looked like it chafed his nipples, offered droopy, drunken eyes and a giddy smile as they walked up. Radden also wore white, though his wasnât spray painted on. He had a blush across his cheeks, likely from booze but seemed to carry himself better than Jai.
âEvening, dolls,â his silky voice greeted them calmly. He stood up and offered Neil a fake handshake before pulling him into a hug that pressed Neilâs face into his chest and then seated him next to himself. Amir was grateful to take the seat between his friends.
âWe walked around. This place is gorgeous,â Amir answered when asked about their day.
âWe went to the spa!â Jai burst out in rapturous giggles.
âNothing better than a massage to start a trip,â Radden cocked a smirk at Jai as he spoke and Amir remembered Jai detailing Raddenâs post massage routine. âSpeaking of, I booked you two with some stuff for tomorrow.â He pointed quickly between Neil and Amir as he spoke. Radden reached over and tenderly rubbed Neilâs shoulders while devouring him with his eyes. Neil shyly looked away, but glanced back to see Radden glowering at him. The shoulder rubbing seemed to intensify.
Amir, eager for a distraction, chimed in. âYou didnât have to do that.â
âBut I wanted to!â Radden insisted with almost childlike glee.
âWhat, uh,â Neilâs voice broke as Radden seemingly plunged his fingers into a knot deep within Neil. It took Neil several seconds to recover. âWhat did you book?â
âMassage. Facials. Is there something else youâd want?â Raddenâs voice tried to play soft and coy, but there was always something slightly predatory about it. He punctuated his question by tapping Neil on the chest then rolling his finger in circles around his nipple. Neil gazed into Raddenâs eyes like a starstruck superfan.
âUmm, I mean, I did wanna ask you⌠stuff,â Neil was never one to be shy or bashful. Heâd never once stuttered when complaining or asking for a refund. But he was down bad for this hunk. Neil tried to turn his face away, but Radden slipped his hand under Neilâs chin and directed his face towards his own before leaning in so close they were almost kissing.
âAnd whatâs that?â Neil flushed red and rolled his eyes like having an orgasm. Amir looked at Jai who seemed content just sort of staring off into the distance. Heâd figured his new bitch personality would assert itself, but apparently he was the passive in all aspects of this relationship.
Neil seemed to hesitate before responding, or maybe it was just the orgasmic release he was experiencing from Raddenâs hands. When he finally responded, it was a moany, breathy voice unlike his normal one. âW-workout tips? Like, how, how are you so hot?â Raddenâs face lit up like a kid who got their birthday wish after blowing out the candles.
âOh, I can definitely help with that! After dinner, Iâll take you down to the gym. Jai and I already did our workout today. But I can get you set up. Youâll be absolutely amazed what good nutrition and a trainer can do. You wonât believe how quickly it can work.â
The rest of the meal was less dramatic. Radden swapped between being kissing and controlling with Jai, ordering for him and chiding him for slouching, and then being weirdly physical with Neil, brushing him or touching him or just peering into his eyes with devoted passion.Â
Amir felt like he was watching it all from the outside, and he partially was. His presence at the table went almost entirely unnoticed unless he spoke up. He didnât really mind. Heâd enjoyed some cocktails throughout the day and the wine with dinner. By the end of the meal, he offered a quick goodbye as Radden directed Jai and Neil towards the gym, one arm hanging over the shoulder of each. Amir turned around after a few steps and watched as Radden shifted his hands to grope the cheek of each boyâs butt as they went.
It was weird. Really weird. The kind of weird that a less sleepy Amir might have thought about more. But right now, all he really wanted was to sleep off the travel and the booze and wake up tomorrow morning refreshed and ready.
â--
Amir had literally never felt so relaxed in his entire life. The massage removed tension he didnât even know he had and the facial left him physically energized and on a strange emotional high. Everything just seemed really great!
He hung around the room afterwards, expecting Neil to show up from his sessions, but he never did. Eventually, he tired of waiting and slipped on his bathing suit to hit the pool. It was packed with well-to-do men with harsh six-packs, juicy pecs, and bubbly butts. Designer labels clung to their suits and shoes and sunglasses like branded grades on cattle.
This was not a place of modesty. Everyone else was wearing something tight and vibrant, usually a well cut speedo though a few did have short little legs on the sides, usually older gents. No one wore black. Except Amir, whose baggy, black swimsuit might have made him feel self-conscious if he wasnât still high on post massage endorphins. Fortunately, he was still feeling delightfully relaxed and at ease and just in a generally pleasant mood.
Heâd meant to bring a book or something to do, but instead found himself slurping down cocktails brought by attentive staff and just sort of staring at the hot men and the beautiful water. He should have been bored or restless, but anytime his mind started to wander it just fizzled out. This was good enough; being here was good enough. Being happy. His empty brained revelry ended when a dark shadow cast over him. He glanced up to see a muscular, older man in Dolce and Gabbana staring down at him happily.
Radden made himself comfortable on the lounger with Amir, cozying up like an intimate friend, and placed one hand on his thigh.
âHow are you feeling, Amir?â His voice oozed sensuality.
âGood, really good.â
âIâm glad,â Radden purred while drifting his hand high on Amirâs thigh, brushing under the hemline of his swimsuit. âI want us to have fun. Whatever that means to you.â He whispered the words with unspoken meaning that made the hair on Amirâs legs stand on end.
âYeah, thanks,â Amirâs voice, intended to be strong but strict, instead came out small and wimpy.
âOf course, darling. And you know, if there's something you want, feel free to ask.â
âMmhmm,â Amir couldnât do more than moan as Raddenâs hand reached further up his leg, brushing his manicured fingers into the slip between his thigh and hips.
âGood, glad you understand,â he finished with a kiss on the cheek that made Amirâs heart flutter. He pulled back and turned to leave, and Amir took the moment to admire the absolute size of Raddenâs package, bouncing happily in a seafoam speedo. His mouth watered uncontrollably. A part of him wanted to call out, to say something to keep Raddenâs attention, but it was quelled by the arrival of a staff member, bronzed to perfection, offering him another beverage with an obscenely white smile. He took it with a drunken grin and immediately slurped down the fizzy beverage.
He stayed for hours, applying some sunscreen the resort supplied and just admiring the patrons. Jai and Radden occasionally passed through, offering small waves before talking with other couples. It got more rambunctious as time wore on, younger guys became looser and freer, flirting aggressively and dancing sexually on the men with the most expensive watches or sunglasses. They flashed brand labels heâd never heard of but found himself obsessing over, wondering what they were, where they came from, and how much they cost.
Amir was not a fancy dresser. There was a part of him, the part that scrolled social media too frequently, that always imagined what it would be like to be like that. To parade around a hot (probably chemically altered) body in designer clothing, acting carefree. Peacocking about just to show off the goods, otherwise why the hell would you work so hard to have them. D&G sunglasses, Versace speedo, some silly, expensive bracelet that looked like it came from a vending machine. He watched as one guy, unnaturally tanned with jet black hair swept backwards like an ominous tidal wave, bounced his bikini briefed buttocks on the face of a man wearing tons of jewelry who seemed absolutely enthralled. Amir could be like. Maybe. Maybe he could be the hottie with the body acting a fool for laughs or gifts or fucks.
That bizarre train of thought actually snapped Amir back to reality. He laughed, feeling like heâd probably just woken up from a silly dream resulting from too much sun and too much booze. He resolved to sober up for the night, eat dinner, and head to bed.
â--
Amir hadnât seen any of the others since the afternoon. He got food at a grab-and-go type cafe and ate in the privacy of the room. Initially, heâd hoped to see Neil and catch up about the day. He wondered if heâd seen him passed out by the pool. But the need for sleep came quickly, and before he knew it, heâd stripped off his clothing and crawled into bed in a pair of cheap boxers he kept just for sleeping in.
Amir awoke in the dark of the night to a slamming cupboard and running water. He heard muttering from the other side.
âNeil?â he went to the door and whispered.
âOh, um, heyyy, Amir,â his voice was drawn out and slurry, sounding both drunk and stoned.
âYou alright? I havenât seen you all day.â
âYeah,â the h sounded like a relieved sigh. âI was at the spa. It was really fun. Iâm gonna go back tomorrow.â
âWait really? What did they do?â Amir jiggled with the door but found it locked.
âJust like, a massage and stuff. It was so relaxing. I really needed it.â
âOh, okay,â Amir felt like he was talking at a club where the other person was only half hearing what he was saying. âYou need anything?â
âSleep, Iâm super sleepy. Just gonna rinse off and sleep.â Amir wanted to ask Neil some more questions but he found himself drawn back to his bed and fell asleep without effort.
â--
It turns out Neil wasnât the only person hitting the spa the next day. Radden had seemingly booked treatments every day at random times. Massages, facials, cleansings, steams, saunas, manicures, foot scrubs, acupuncture, Amir kept getting notices on his phone of another booking, with easy check-in and constant reminders. And he went. It felt a little too aggressive, a little too showy. But then again, he had happily flown here on Raddenâs PJ. Itâs not entirely shocking that heâd throw money around like a drag queen throwing shade.
The first few days rolled together. After yet another session where handsome staff doted over him obsessively, if he didnât end up lolling around a pool or on a beach, Radden or Jai were grabbing his attention, insisting on hot tubbing or checking out guys or dancing or eating or doing shots. Each day, he kept not seeing Neil. And while he wanted to worry, every time it crossed his mind, Radden seemed to pop up out of nowhere to distract him with another drink, another event, another shopping trip.
Despite the fact that they seemed to own everything in the shop already, Radden and Jai always took a cruise through the resortâs stores each day. And they always picked up some new designer piece, whether it was a shiny watch, tight swimwear, or just some generic piece of trash that would likely sit on a shelf for a few years before being tossed in a refuse pile. Heâd watched Radden try on pair after pair of spandex swimming suits in pastel colors with floral prints that Jai seemed to ooh and aah and agonize over. Jai spent nearly an hour obsessing over turtle shell engraved bracelets that all looked the same to Amir. Each time, Radden always tried to get Amir to try something on. Amirâs attempts at resistance became more and more perfunctory each time.
âWhat about these?â Radden handed Amir a pair of square shaped, black sunglasses trimmed in gold around the lenses. They looked good. Amir put them on, admiring how they framed his face, the harsh lines perhaps a bit too bold for his square face. He turned his head, admiring the cut of his jaw line when he noticed the sides had the most ostentatious logo he had ever seen. D&G embossed on a golden plaque attached on each side. It was utterly, completely, fabulously ridiculous. He wanted them so much.
Amir couldnât even hide his desire. âI mean, I like them,â he tried to sound nonchalant but failed miserably. âTheyâre probably really expensive.â
âNothingâs expensive, babe,â Radden winked as he whisked the glasses off Amirâs head, an AmEx Black already in his other hand. They were bought and back on his face within seconds.
He couldnât stop admiring his reflection in the mirror. Amir liked it. Really liked it. Liked it on a level he hadnât even imagined liking something before. All the sun and spa treatments had given his dark skin an almost ethereal glow, like spit-shined leather. Soft and supple but strangely masculine. He felt imbued with a strange confidence, a need to sort of strut, to puff out his chest and stick out his butt and hold himself with all the attitude of a needy social media influencer.
After that, it was a little easier to let go and just sort of flow. Radden wanted him to add tanning sessions at the spa and soon his skin had taken on an artificial sheen that matched Jai. He refused to hop into a swim brief, but accepted designer shirts and sandals. Soon, he was misting himself with aromatic colognes from brands heâd never heard of while sipping on champagne, real champagne, and gossiping about celebrity plastic surgery.
And still, Neil was nowhere to be seen. He heard him, each night, in the bathroom, and could see the remnants, opened toothpaste and used floss, of his activities. But he hadnât come face to face in days. And that should have worried Amir. Really it should.
He knew that it should. But he didnât care. He was having fun. Real fun, the kind of fun you see people on TV having. Everyday was just another party. Every man was a stunning stud with bulging biceps and hard cut abs who flounced and flirted without a care in the world. More and more, he spent afternoons chatting with overly muscled hunks with jaw implants and waxed bodies who giggly happily about getting fucked and who only worried about the calorie count of a cocktail and who was paying attention to them.
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Jai started taking him to an early morning aerobics class where swarms of beautiful men with perfect (and likely plastic) jaws and chins shoved their nuclear tanned muscles into shiny lycra that hugged each and every curve and striation as though desperately clinging onto a lifeboat. Mister Giant Pecs, the one Neil has drooled over, was shirtless, wearing peach color tights that shimmered in the morning light and did nothing to hide his massive bulge. Another stud with huge blond hair and an unending, dopey smile was shoved into a yellow leotard that sunk between his ass cheeks and wasnât big enough to cover his pecs, instead the straining fabric nestled underneath his pecs. With the thin straps rolling over his shoulders, it looked like a window into his chest.
Amir wanted to die. Thankfully, he wasnât the only one who was struggling. Sweat, scented with poppers and booze, seeped out of every man as they strived to cut the teeniest bit of fat or water from their bodies to be just a smidge hotter, make the waist just a bit smaller, make Daddy just a bit harder.
But the atmosphere of the class was infectious, cotton candy in event form. Despite the grueling workout and the aching pain, like heâd had teeth extracted from his muscles with no drugs, everyone was happy. The instructors had the wild enthusiasm of theme park guides, every man in the class giggled and groaned with each new movement. Vapid pretty boys constantly encouraged him to push harder, stretch further, breath deeper. And he did. Each time a little better, a little harder, a little tougher.
He had never felt so much pain and so much pleasure simultaneously. The dopey fun and physical arrogance on display made him horny and competitive. And before he knew it, he was prancing to a Britney song alongside the rest of them. Afterwards, he asked Jai to sign him up for every additional class they had.
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Another day, another shopping trip, Radden clenched Jaiâs speedo clad buttocks with one hand while keeping the other tightly wrapped around Amirâs waist. The physical contact, the almost pathological need for it, from Radden had initially bothered Amir. But now, it just was. That was Radden. He was gonna hold and touch and rub and kiss and there was nothing Amir could do to stop it. Nor did he want to anymore. It felt like getting attention from a movie star.
Without warning, Radden shoved baby blue briefs into Amirâs face, rubbing it in like a chloroform soaked rag intent on knocking him out. It was stretchy and sexy. But what really caught Amirâs eye was the waistband. Heâd seen it dozens of times on internet âmodelsâ and obscenely wealthy trophy boys. The repeating Grecian pattern of Versace. God, he wanted it so fucking badly.Â
But there was no way, no power in heaven or earth, that could convince him to put such a tiny thing on. There was no way he was walking around this palace of sin with fat rolls hanging out while everyone else looked like they were sculpted from the world's most perfect marble by the most talented hands to ever carve stone.
Just looking at the suit made him kind of hard.
He wasnât sure what it was, specifically, about that waistband that infested his mind so effectively. Perhaps it was the almost vulgarity of it, the prominence of the label, the idea of having a brand instead of a personality. He loved it. He hated himself for loving it. And that kind of made him love it more.
But he would not wear them. Not today at least. Radden insisted on something, anything other than his basic black suit. In the end, Radden made him try on a pair of floral print jammers that had the illusion of being loose while still fitting tighter than his underwear. The flowery pattern (a sort of shimmery orange on a blue suit) seemed to glow on his body.
âThose workout classes are paying off,â Radden purred in his ear like a sex deprived vixen. Amir knew, knew knew knew, this was messed up. He might not have been fat per se, but there had definitely been a noticeable ridge around his waist that should, at this very moment, be spilling over the side of the elastic waistband, flipping it upside down underneath the roll.
But it wasnât there. He wasnât cut. There were no visible abs or even hints of. But his waist, while thick and stocky, formed a smooth line from his rib cage down to his hips. The suit fit fine. Not the aesthetically superb bodies all those other boys had. But he honestly felt so fucking sexy in it. His skin radiated and glowed, his face looked light and heavenly. Wrinkles and lines that should have dotted his face had seemingly vanished under the skin treatments and massages. His skin looked weightless, ageless almost. Vivacious. He barely even processed Radden buying them.
Radden made him wear them out of the store. His previous suit was left in a trash can. Amir felt different. It made him want to walk differently, to feel the tight fabric glide across his thighs and sink into his ass crack. He rolled one leg over the over, causing his buttocks to sway behind him. And he giggled happily when Raddenâs rough hand possessively groped his spandexed ass.
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He paid more and more attention to the vapid himbos. No longer just admiring their asses or envying their pecs, but really focusing on their behavior. They were all so bouncy, there was no other word to describe it. They moved with a spring in their step, every time they got excited they seemed to jump up and down which caused their massive pecs to tremble and their gorgeous asses to shake like a rap video. Every movement oozed sexuality, their confident struts or rolling hips and puffed out chests were obvious. But it was the little things, the way a guy bent over, forcing his ass out just a bit too much, or how another seemed to just touch everyone whenever he spoke, that drew his attention. There was a need to show-off and a need for validation, each reinforcing the other.
Speaking of, one of those hyper muscles himbos, this one with a gravity defying quiff and a lime green speedo containing an ass that shook gloriously with every movement, was rubbing a giant black dildo between his pecs while two older men groped him lecherously. The himbo seemed to be having the time of his life, titty fucking himself to ogling onlookers. And Amir had to admire, those were the nicest pecs heâd ever seen. Huge, round, high and tight, luscious hard mounds of striated muscle that would never be contained by a shirt or jacket or sweater, permanently on display. Which is surely the point. No one spends that much time, money, and energy making those perfect meaty globes without wanting to show them off to the world. It made him think of Neil, ever envious of perfect pecs. In fact, this dude would probably make Neil cream himself on site.
But as he got closer, he couldnât help but notice that despite the bronzed, smooth skin and blissful smile, that face was awfully fucking familiar.
âNeil? What. The. Fuck?â For a brief moment, the mental fog Amir had been under thinned. The image of his friend, formerly uptight and always on the verge of arguing, titty fucking himself in broad daylight and laughing like a moron snatched him fully to reality.
âO.M.Geee! Amir, like, yay! Where have you been?â Neilâs voice had never been deep, but it had always contained a sort of rough edge, like he was moments away from shouting. But now it was airy and empty, Loud but soft, like it couldnât ever be angry or sad.
âWhere have you been?â
âThe spa!â Neil licked his lips lasciviously to the delight of the older men. Neil giggled in response as one of them groped his pecs aggressively.
âWhat happened to you?â
âUmm, I dunno. Radden set me up with some super fun treatments! Because, like, he said I was being so fun and he wanted me to have fun!â
âListen Neil, something-â
âNiko, Radden wants me to go by Niko now! Isnât that, like, so fucking cute!â Yes, it was fucking cute. This version of Neil was halfway between adorable and cum-on-sight-able. His now long hair was unnaturally blond and voluminous. The face was the same, just prettier somehow: the cheekbones a bit stronger, the jaw a bit more defined, the eyes a touch wider. The body, on the other hand, was absolutely astounding. It wasnât even like Neil had improved. No, this titanâs body looked like a gymnast on steroids. The waist was minuscule, the pecs bobbled out in front of his body like floating balloons. His thighs were thick and veiny, seemingly like they should move mountains as he marched, but instead slipped over each other with dainty precision.
âListen, Neil-â
âNiko, baaaabes!â Even the correction has such an air of passive joy that Amir almost forgot what he was saying.
âNiko,â Amir continued, the name slipping through gritted lips though it tasted like silk as he said it. It felt good to say. Calming and soothing. Fun. âBut like, Niko⌠what happened?â
âWhen?â He bounced his pecs obliviously while sipping on a neon green drink with a curly emerald straw.
âWhen you, ummâŚ. With Radden?â
âOh!â Niko's voice perked up when Amir said his name and he couldnât help but notice a stiffening in Niko's speedo. âYeah we, like, talked. I told him I wanted to be hot. And he helped! He is sooooo sweet!â Niko giggled, like schoolgirl giggled, and then grabbed Amirâs hand and placed it on the curve of his pec right over his nipple. And then bounced them happily, causing Amirâs fingers to rub over his nipple as Nikoâs eyes rolled back into his head.
Amir was taken aback. He and his friends were many things, but not sexually active with each other. It seemed gauche. And many a queer groups had broken up over break ups and jealousy and hook-ups. But the most shocking thing about it was how not Neilâs type Amir had ever been. Neil liked guys who looked like they walked off the cover of a fitness magazine, plastic sheen and all. But now, here he was, forcing him to rub his nipples while making orgasm faces with no shame or embarrassment.
It was hot. So fucking hot. And for a brief moment, that hotness was all consuming.
But then Radden arrived. Somehow, Niko became even bubblier, his sexual aura spiking to eleven as he ran and jumped into the much taller manâs arms and proceeded to make out like two guys in a porno. Again, soooo hot. But then Amir remembered Jai and wondered how heâd feel. But there he was, another pink speedo covering his essentials and pink sunglasses over his eyes. He had a snotty smirk on his face as he sauntered up, drawing the hungry eyes of men nearby.
âListen slut,â Jai commanded. The pair stopped kissing but Radden still held Niko, whose arms and legs were coiled around Raddenâs body. âIâm the boyfriend. Youâre just a side piece, got it.â
âBabe, thatâs, like, soooo hot!â Niko might have twirled his hair if his hands were free. Jai looked satisfied at the response.
âIâm the queen bee. Youâre just a fun, dumb fuck doll. Fun and dumb,â Jaiâs words had all the venom of a teen queen.
âAnd I need to be filled with cum!â Niko responded obliviously. Jai just laughed and agreed.Â
âI need a refill. Weâre going,â Jai ordered Niko, who nodded like a golden retriever. He took one last gooey kiss from a satisfied Radden before bending over backwards, his legs still around Raddenâs waist, and then performing a backwards handspring to right himself. Radden swatted his ass as Jai grabbed his hand and pulled him away. They minced towards the bar together, swishing their hips to show off the prime real estate to the pleasure of everyone watching.
A smug Radden wiped his face and watched lecherously as the two sauntered off. Amir, on the other hand, immediately turned and hustled the other direction. He slipped past a trio of bangable bros in tight suits who were playfully grabbing at each otherâs crotches. Through the lobby, past the shops, swiping his bracelet for the elevator and immediately heading upstairs to his room.
Weird things were going on in his head. Things and thoughts that didnât make any sense. Watching Nei-Niko⌠Niko make out with Radden was weird, right? Radden was Jaiâs boyfriend. But Jai didnât care. Maybe they had an open relationship? That would at least make sense. His brain kept dancing around the actual questions he wanted to think: what the hell had happened to Neiko. Neiko. Ne-ne-Niko.
Ugh, it made his head hurt. Surely, the booze didnât help. Nor did the sun, the workouts, the protein, the long nights and endless debauchery. He felt very lightheaded and not like he had the previous days. His head felt dizzy and uncomfortable, not the effervescent fluffiness that had been slowly turning his brain into cotton candy. He felt like vomiting or maybe passing out, but then a very strong set of arms wrapped themselves around him and pulled him into a muscular body so tightly he almost gagged on the scent of Armani cologne.
âFeeling alright, doll? You ran away so quickly, I knew I needed to come check on you,â Radden whispered in his ears. Amir couldn't tell if he wanted to push off or snuggle in. He settled for doing neither, simply looking up to stare into his wondrous eyes. He reached down and cupped Amirâs face like Hamlet holding a skull. âYou are so very pretty. You know that, right? All three of you, honestly. You just need a little touch up.â
Amir wanted to fight back, to squirm and pull away, but he also wanted to sink into Raddenâs eyes and voice and just let himself dive into his muscled body like some romance novel slut.
âJai had those pretty, pretty lips that just NEED to be on a dick. And Niko, well, those pecs are the stuff of dreams and now he can live out his fantasies of being a cum whore in peace. But you, you dear, sweet, Amir, you have a glorious ass. And I bet a pretty pink hole under there that is just quivering to take me.â
Amir bit his lips and looked at Radden with eyes made of melting butter.
âYouâre going to look so hot taking my cock and squealing like the little whore I know is inside you.â
âBut first,â Radden pushed Amir back, analyzing him coldly. âYou need to get some work.â Amir tried to speak up but Radden shoved a thick finger in his mouth, silencing him. âNothing major, nothing you donât want. Just a hot body, bigger muscles, really turn that ass into a work of art. And tousle the hair, fill the lips, you know I think a big bottom looks great with a bit of a pelvic tilt. Not too much, donât want to ruin a prize bull. But youâve got those beautiful features and some bronzer wouldnât hurt. No, no, Daddyâs got it all worked out. You just need to hit up the spa starting tomorrow.â
Amir didnât speak, lips sucking on Raddenâs finger in surprising delight. He tasted salty and musky and his brain couldnât help but obsess over what his cock would taste like.
âItâll take a few days, you know. But donât worry. Iâll be keeping an eye on you. And your friends wonât even notice youâre away. After all, theyâre just dumb cumsluts now. Donât you think thatâs so hot?â
There wasnât room for disagreement. Amir just nodded, eyes wide as he stared into Raddenâs brown orbs.
âGood. Remember, Daddy knows best. And starting tomorrow, youâre gonna do what Daddy says.â He ruffled Amirâs hair affectionately and pulled his finger out of Amir's mouth with a loud pop. âNow, get some rest. Tomorrowâs a big day, beautiful.â Amirâs brain felt mushy and odd, like the grey matter burst into rainbows and glitter that made it impossible to do anything other than smile and nod. He stripped off his wayward bathing suit and threw himself into the plush comforts of his bed with nary a thought in his head.
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Amir awoke to a pair of gorgeous men in tight, white uniforms knocking on his door, offering him a fluffy robe and slippers, before ushering him down the service elevator straight into the spa. The air smelled like honeysuckle and buttercream while an army of men of all shapes, colors, and ethnicities kept busy tending to their work.
He stripped at a locker before being directed to a sauna where he spent a few minutes soaking in the heat before being put under a cold shower and then moved to a steam room filled with overpowering oils. His body was scrubbed, then he swapped between hot and cold tubs before returning to a massage table where a man of unknowable ethnicity treated his body like unmolded clay and pushed and prodded his muscles into a new shape. Then facials and more scrubs, microneedles embedded into his face, and then a man who looked like a circus strongman pulled and twisted his hips in strange ways that made his back pop constantly.
He spent most of it wearing noise cancelling headphones that played soothing chants backed by repetitive static. The only interruption came when he was given orders: turn over, stand up, sit down. No one ever explained what was happening, only what to do. Which was fine with him. He felt an overwhelming calm echoing around inside his skull, making it feel as though his brain wasnât present at all.
The day ended with Amir strapped down on a table while a collection of long needles were inserted throughout his body, along the edge of every major muscle group. And then they began pulsing. Tingly, nearly painful, waves of electricity spasmed through his body, each moment feeling like heâd just worked out his muscles to their fullest, only to immediately be forced back into the exercise at a higher weight or greater intensity. All the while, he could do nothing except twitch and drool as the physical exertion overpowered what little remained of his brainpower.
Before he knew it, he was again wearing a robe and slippers, consuming recovery beverages the texture of mucus, as the techs took measurements and prepared him for tomorrow. He stood up dizzily and was gently escorted back to his room by hypervigilant attendants.
The process repeated over several days. New treatments were introduced. Sterilized needles were inserted into his lips and along his jaw and chin that injected strange, stiff gels that made him feel like heâd been stung by a bee. His hair was wrapped in foil and subjected to treatments under an old fashioned hair dryer while he was allowed to watch porn videos of hot guys looking rapturous as they got railed by older men.
Soon the massages were followed by waxing, where each tiny little follicle of hair anywhere below his neckline was evicted from his body with resounding glee from a babyfaced technician with red hair spiked sky high. The muscle twitch needles followed again, sending larger and larger pulses of electricity through every inch of fiber in his body, thrusting his pecs and pulling his lats and crunching his abdominals over and over again. It hurt tremendously, but like a gym burn, like heâd just exceed his limits and immediately set new, higher goals. The needle placement slowly changed, further apart as he muscles responded to the stimuli and sustenance, as they grew into a bulky, masculine form like a gymnast in his prime. Those sessions were always followed by intense stretching where his legs were slowly pressed into perfectly straight lines, front to back, side to side, and over his head.
The back popper happened more frequently, moving up and down his spine, seeming to snap things into place. It kept feeling deeper, like the change happened further inside the spine, altering his stance outright. He began spending extra time right at his hips, pushing his buttocks back and forth in a small thrusting motion. His thumbs remained firmly pressed against Amirâs butthole the entire time, creating a not unpleasant sensation throughout the process.
The chanting began forming into words. Fun words. Things that made him want to have fun. To be fun. To not worry or think or stress. Instead, he focused on how good it felt to be pretty, to wear pretty clothes, to make men horny just by looking at you. God, he wanted men to get hard just seeing him! Wouldnât that be the life, to be so fucking sexy that hot guys just threw themselves at him? And heâd want them all. Want to take them all. Want to be filled by their hard rods past the point of sanity, until he was just a writhing and moaning mass of muscles and rainbows.
He was constantly hard. And leaking. And harder muscles made his brain leak, too. Pesky thoughts and fears just drained out as his personality got polished and shined and plasticized. Nothing deep, nothing interesting. Surface. Hot. Fun. Dumb.
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Time became meaningless. His days were just cycles of being tended to in one way or another. It felt right. It felt like what he deserved. Another massage, some lotion, hair styling, and then suddenly things changed. The attendants took him to a large room with a circular multi-panel mirror. Andd he saw himself for the first time.
He was GORGEOUS!
Every inch of his dark skin, denuded of hair, now shone in amber brilliance, luminescent, obviously artificial, and perfectly smooth. No human on earth naturally had this color. It was a testament to tanning and skincare, a proclamation that the person who cultivated this amber glaze obsessed over their physical appearance on a level most people could only dream of.
Amirâs face had been cute, charming even, in the right lighting. But now it would stop traffic. His cheekbones rode high and wide on his formerly blocky face, giving it some harsh angularity that put runway models to shame. His lips were fuller, pinker, and hung ever so slightly open, a constant seductive pout. Bushy brows had been plucked and laminated into dark blades, inviting people to stare into his wider eyes whose brown color looked a bit lighter now, woodier with fantasies of forest greens amidst the bark. And on top of it all was bleach blond, pure white hair, mostly swept back but a few loose curls dangled just above his left eye.
But that was just the start. Amirâs body, previously thick and slightly flabby and devoid of any visible muscle, now shamed Apollo. His lats spread wider than his chest, reshaping him into a stunning male hourglass, thick, wide shoulders that cascaded into meaty pecs before tightening into hearty, natural absâ the kind of abs that existed for more than vanity, they suggested that he could bend or twirl into positions unimaginable by an average man.
All of that was nothing. Below his abs, his body ballooned out into the most delicious, curvy, round, perky, prominent, aggressively sexual ass heâd ever seen. This ass wasnât a dumptruck, it was a fucking pickup truck because men would be riding in the back constantly! It was perfect! Huge and high and muscular with just the perfect level of fleshy bouncy that shook and wiggled with every step. It belonged on the Mount Rushmore of asses, a thing of such phenomenal beauty it just begged to be used.
And the thought of being used, of being fucked until dawn by some aggressive mega-dicked top with the stamina of a breeding ox just filled him with such passion, such lust, he couldnât help but bite his lips like a vixen hoping to entice men. He wanted, no he needed, to be seen. Not as a person but as a sexual object.Â
God it made him feel so hot.
He stood, utterly transfixed by the myriad of flawless reflections that cooed back at him with ravenous, sexual hunger in their eyes. His hips tilted forward slightly, a little curve in his lower back, that caused his ass to jut out a bit further, a bit higher, a bit more enticing, like a fleshy bait to lure cocks to his hole. Never, in his life, had he stood in front of a mirror totally naked and felt nothing but admiration for the form before him. It had no flaws, no worries. There was nothing to improve. He looked like an Olympic gymnast with a great plastic surgeon who made millions of dollars on OnlyFans doing nothing more than exposing his body and offering sultry looks.
âWell, well, well,â the deep, breathy words came from behind Amir. He turned to see Radden, in a leopard print Versace speedo and a delicate linen button down left open to show off his pecs and abs, clapping softly as he admired Amirâs new form. âYou look perfect,â he purred. Amir might have blushed, but instead he just posed, pushing out his glutes more and puffing up his lips as though offering a kiss. Radden strut over, the leopard print covered package bounding from side to side in a mouth watering and hole wetting display. Amir looked up expectantly as he approached, eager for more approval.
Radden didnât say more, he just took in the sight of Amirâs altered form, playing with the curls in his hair and patting his muscles as though inspecting a product. He cupped Amirâs balls with one hand, gliding his fingers across their newfound smoothness in gentle appreciation. His other hand nestled up inside Amirâs gigantic booty until one finger was firmly planted on his butthole. Amir bit his lip and released a lush, porny moan that he would never, ever have made before. But now it slipped out as naturally as blinking.
âGood boy,â he whispered erotically into Amirâs ear. Amir whimpered submissively in response and then his face twisted into a lustful smirk as he began rolling his butt, slowly snaking Raddenâs finger inside his hole. Radden let him continue for a few moments, proudly baring down on his latest conquest before pulling off as Amir released a squeaky whine.
âNot yet,â Radden put a finger over Amirâs lips. âWe still have work to do. Now,â he turned the technicians with dispassionate professionalism. âIs everything as ordered?â
They confirmed, laying out a list of detailed improvements Radden had commanded: lips, cheeks, muscles, glutes, brain, personality. Amir just stood silently, not paying attention, as the details of his own transformation were laid bare. He did catch a few words, specific measurement of pelvic tilt, gluteal curvature, reformatted personality type. But none of that was very interesting. Radden, looking so serious and business-like, was more fun to watch. Despite being dressed in a showy speedo, he still commanded the room and the men in it like a ruthless CEO acquiring a rival company. Amir got hard again.
âNow that thatâs settled,â Radden returned his attention to Amir. His voice dropped the harsh tones heâd addressed the help with and adopted the cloyingly sweet tones he used talking to his boytoys. âWe just have a few more things to do, okay baby?â Amir was given a collection of jewelry, a turtle embossed bracelet, a dainty little silver chain, and a tiny stud in his nose. With grandiose flourish, as though introducing this season's debutante, he produced a tiny pair of baby blue fabric with a Grecian design on it. The Versace swim briefs from earlier. Amir clapped giddily and reached for them, but Radden shushed him and insisted on dressing him like a doll. He stepped into the swimsuit and Radden slid the tight fabric over his smoothed and enlarged legs, forced it backwards over the luscious rump of his titanic ass and pressed his cock and balls downwards as he allowed the waistband of the suit to snap around his tiny waist.
Amir creamed himself immediately.
âNow thatâs my beautiful boy,â Radden cooed. âOh, and one final note. Since you are such a good boy, arenât you?â Amir nodded eagerly. âSee, youâre almost perfect now, so pretty, so stupid, so obsessed with cock and cum that youâll treat your body like a holy temple dedicated to the pleasures of homosexuality. And that temple deserves a good name, doesnât it? Not Amir. Thatâs so boring, so lame. You wanna be fun and simple and stupid and hot, right doll?â
Ami was so hard, despite having just cum, that not a single drop of blood was pumping to his brain. His vision blurred and a bystander could almost hear the whirring clink of broken joints as Amirâs mind stopped and slowed and ceased. His face nodded in agreement.
âGood, cause I think it would be soooo hot if you were named Rio. R-I-O. Fun, right?â Sparkles, rainbows, a sun exploding into atoms, nothing could quite explain exactly what happened inside his head at that moment. Only that the words broke something, or rather fixed something, permanently.
âTell me your name,â Raddenâs command was strong but seductive, a dom coming home to roost.
âIâm Rio!â Sparkles, rainbows, cotton candy exploded inside his head.
âAgain.â
âIâm Rio!â Sweet, charming, hyper sexual, and completely and utterly devoted. Rio, freed from Amir and his body and brain, shifted just a bit. A bit cockier, looser, gaining full comfort in his new form and function like a prisoner freed from shackles and now standing upright.
Radden walked next to Rio and grabbed his glutes aggressively. Rio forced them back into his hand with a subtle moan. Radden slapped his glutes and watched them jiggle.
âNow, weâre gonna go back to the room and youâre gonna show me that pretty hole I paid for. And Iâm gonna fuck you so hard that anything left behind in that pretty head of yours is gonna melt. Iâm gonna turn your hole into a cavern. My cock is going to become your God and salvation.â Rioâs eyes fluttered and his heart raced at the promise of a good fucking. He needed it, like fundamentally needed it, as much as he needed water and food. Without another word, Radden slipped the D&G sunglasses over Rioâs eyes. The perfect finishing touch for a trophy.
Raddenâs hand pawing as his newfound ass, Rio paraded through the main lobby like a hero from war. He could tell people were looking at him, knew they were devouring his ass with their eyes, knew they were envying Raddenâs huge hand on his bulbous mound. It felt fucking great.
They were both hard and leaking by the time they got the room. Briefs were stripped off unceremoniously, though Radden didnât bother taking off his shirt. He hoisted Rio up and firemanâs carried him into the master suite. Rio didnât spend a second taking in the massive luxury of the room, superior to the practically pitiful room he had by comparison. His entire brain focused on the massive erection riding up from Radden, the purple head bobbing several inches above his bellybutton and dripping with semen.
Unceremoniously, he flipped Rio on his back and pushed his legs over his head, forcing them straight and insisted he keep the toes pointed. All the body reshaping Rio had undergone meant that it was completely natural. Radden admired the hole, praising its color and shape, and then with brutal efficiency, plunged his hard cock inside.
There was nothing romantic about the sex, no emotions, just need. Rio wasnât his boyfriend after all; he was just a hole. And Radden pistoned in and out of him like a beast releasing years of pent up aggression as only sex can. For Rio it was more sparkles and rainbows. A cock, a huge cock, thrusting inside of him and treating his body like a fleshlight was the hottest thing heâd ever experienced. He didnât touch his own dick. He didnât need to. His prostate was what mattered now; the topâs cock is what mattered now. Heâd cum when they did, once they dumped their thick loads inside him and left him sweaty and leaky and ready for more. Rio would always be up for round two. And round three.
It ended quickly but ferociously, with Radden releasing a primal cry into the sky, veins bulging across his neck as the spasming rod inside Rio sent them both into orgasmic bliss. Rioâs own cock blasted out and launched his cum directly into his mouth. He let out a stilted moan as he slurped down his own cum with glee.
â--
Everything was soooo much more fun now. The boytoys got up, worked out, looked hot, and tended to Raddenâs sexual needs. Otherwise, they did whatever they wanted. Theyâd flirt with other hot himbos or rich old men. They got shitfaced drunk and grinded their sweaty bodies on dance floors. The trio even ended up in a gymnastics contest, donning leotards and doing flips and cartwheels with relative ease, although their exaggerated physiques kept them slightly off balance.
Radden kept them color coded for convenience: pink for Jai, green for Niko, blue for Rio. Everyday he picked out matching swimsuits with flashy designer labels prominent and loud. Rioâs collection of high-end sunglasses grew daily as Radden shopped with him, happily choosing the perfect pair for his newest toy.
They still had the spa daily, though now the whole foursome went together and got their facials and massages. Jai still sucked Radden dry after a good massage, but Niko was on hand for a tit fucking while Rio kept his bussy clean and lubed just in case Radden needed to blow off some steam. And of course, any other guy who caught his fancy. Rioâs sex drive had turned from mild to insatiable. He LOVED it. But he never felt satisfied. Within minutes, heâd be ready to search for another dick, another load, another guy to flirt and flounce with.
Rio was hot as fuck, horny as hell, dumb as a rock, and could not have been any happier.
Theyâd have to leave soon, unfortunately. Rio briefly thought about his passport, what had happened to it, but that thought soon dissolved into nothingness. Radden would take care of anything important. His purpose wasnât to stress or worry. That was for ugly people. Himbos like him were supposed to be hot, fun, horny, and available. And he loved it.
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They were bros, CJ Miller and Pierce Smith. Inseparable since freshman year of high school, to the point that theyâd gone to the same college and pledged the same frat. It was only natural that when Pierce finally cashed in his high school graduation gift from his aunt - a vacation for him and a friend - heâd chosen to go with CJ to California.
âWhat does your aunt do again?â CJ asked when they saw the hotel sheâd booked for them. The place looked like a castle on the outside and was even fancier once they went in. Uniformed staff were on them immediately, taking their bags and ushering them to check-in while offering them complimentary cocktails.
âSheâs in private equity,â Pierce said.
âI can tell. We donât fit in here,â CJ snickered.
âWeeeeee do not,â Pierce whispered as he sidled up to the counter. âHey, Iâm checking in - last nameâs Smith.â
On the other side was a blond-haired bodybuilder in a light purple shirt, his white teeth gleaming in a customer service smile. âAbsolutely, sir,â he said in a pleasant tenor. âAnd your first name?â
âPierce.â Pierce spelled it out.
The bodybuilder nodded and typed at his keyboard for several moments while CJ and Pierce scrolled through their phones. Finally, he spoke. âAlright, Mr. Smith, your room is prepaid, Iâll just need a credit card on file for incidentals.â
âSure.â Pierce handed his only credit card over, and turned to CJ as the employee swiped it through. âNo rock star shit, Iâll go bankrupt.â
âCanât make any promises,â CJ grinned.
âKeys for both of you,â the bodybuilder said, sliding them across the counter along with Pierceâs credit card. âYour bags will be in your room. Would you like any information about our onsite amenities?â
âNo thanks,â Pierce said, and as he and CJ walked to the elevator, he laughed. âWe cannot afford ANYTHING here.â
âNope. Glad you put your card down so Iâm not on the hook though,â CJ laughed.
âIf I owe any money when we check out Iâll fuckinâ murder you.âÂ
ââReasonable.â CJ noticed something and grabbed Pierceâs shoulder. âBro, look.â He nodded toward a printed sign sitting on an easel.Â
WelcomeÂ
Smith-MillerÂ
Wedding Party
The words were written in tall calligraphy, surrounded by an array of artistic hearts and sparkles.
Both guys busted out laughing loud enough to turn a couple heads in the lobby. âDidnât know we were getting married this weekend, bro,â Pierce guffawed. âShit, I gotta get a pic of that.â
âI know we have common last names but thatâs so funny,â CJ laughed, taking his own pic. âWhich one do you think the groom is?â
âSmith, obviously. Millerâs a girl last name.â
âShut the fuck up.âÂ
Pierce waved down a woman as she walked by. ââScuse me, would you take our picture really quick? With this sign? Itâs our last names-â
â-but NOT our wedding,â CJ clarified quickly. âWeâre not gay.â
The woman nodded and took Pierceâs phone, snapping pics of them standing on either side of the sign giving thumbs-up. âYou should do something romantic to be funny,â she suggested, so Pierce and CJ did a prom pose, Pierce behind CJ with his hands resting awkwardly on his buddyâs hips. Then they stood next to the sign and held hands while making goofy faces. âPerfect.â
âThanks so much,â Pierce said, taking his phone back. âHave a good weekend.â
âYou too, good luck with the wedding,â she joked. At least, both boys hoped she was joking and didnât think they were actually gay.
Pierce and CJ walked to the elevator and got on. âWhatâs the floor?â Pierce asked.
â7.â CJ scanned his card and punched it. The metallic doors shut, reflecting CJ and Pierce back at themselves. That was when they realized they were still holding hands. âOh, whoops,â CJ said, letting go.
âHm?â Pierce said, turning to look at CJ.
âI forgot we were still holding hands. Sorry.â
âDonât apologize. Bros can hold hands.â
âYeah, youâre right.â CJ took Pierceâs hand back and laced their fingers together. Both guys grinned. âIâm excited for this weekend, dude.â
âMe too. Gonna be so fun. What do you wanna do first? Swim? Nap?â
âMaybe work out? But I always get so hungry after I lift and I know we canât eat here, itâs too fucking expensive.â
âYeah, itâs really cool of my aunt to put us here âcause I know it isnât cheap, but also like...weâre gonna have to Uber to McDonaldâs every day, if thereâs even one around here.â
âMaybe like...one nice dinner,â CJ suggested. âAnd the rest of the time weâll be careful.â
âMaybe, but we didnât even bring nice clothes,â Pierce said as the elevator doors opened to their floor. âAll I have is shorts and t-shirts. I even looked at the blazer I wore to the Greek Life mixer while I was packing and decided last minute not to bring it. Wish I had.â
âDude, I did the same thing.â CJ let go of Pierceâs hand to get his room key out. âOh well. Weâll figure it out. Itâs gonna be dope. Gotta take lots of pics to make the guys jealous.â
âTotally.â
âSpeaking of clothes,â CJ remembered, âdid you see that guy downstairs?â
âOh, the one who checked us in? Dude, I know. Those muscles. Kinda badass-â Pierce briefly stopped talking as he flopped down onto the bed and groaned with contentment, â-kinda gay too though.â
âYeah, all those open buttons. I guess if youâve worked that hard you wanna show it off, but still.â CJ dropped onto his own bed. âOoooof, that feels good. But if we fall asleep weâll miss so much of the day.â
âYouâre right, but...I donât wanna get up,â Pierce sighed. He reached into his pocket, pulled his phone out, and got on Instagram. âWeâre heeeeere,â he said to the video. âRoom is dope. My bro is dope. Ceej, you good?â Pierce angled his phone toward CJ on the bed, and CJ mumbled a âhelloâ into the comforter and flashed a tired thumbs up. Pierce laughed and turned the phone back to himself. âWe had a long flight...uhhh, gonna do some cool shit today hopefully. Also thereâs a wedding here in the hotel and the couple has the same last names as us, so thatâs pretty crazy. Hey Ceej, you wanna get married?â The video ended with their laughter at this question, as CJâs response was to chuck a pillow at Pierceâs head and knock the phone out of his hand.
After lying in silence for a few moments and enjoying the comfort of their beds, CJ propped himself up on his elbows. âOkay bro. Gotta get up. Maybe go for a swim? Then eat something?â
âYeah, Iâm down with that.â Pierce rolled onto his feet and ambled over to his suitcase. He unzipped it and rummaged for several moments. CJ did the same, heaving his bag up onto the bed for a better angle. âI brought two swimsuits, which one do you think? This one?â Pierce held up a pair of navy blue board shorts printed with palm trees. âOr this one?â He raised his other hand. From his index finger hung a tiny red cheetah-print swim brief.
âWhat the fuck is that?â CJ pointed to the brief.
âWhat?â
âThatâs kinda gay, bro.â
âItâs not gay. Lots of bros have swim briefs,â Pierce responded, slightly hurt.
âI mean, yeah, I brought a bikini too,â CJ said, holding up an even smaller swimsuit with blue and white stripes. âYours is just so bright.â
âDid you bring your board shorts too? Maybe we should wear those today, then.â
âYeah, I did.â CJ found his white trunks at the bottom of his bag and shuffled off to the bathroom to change in private. While CJ was behind the door, Pierce took the opportunity to shuck off his khaki shorts and put on his own swim trunks. He was lacing up the trunks when CJ came back out. âShall we?â
âThink they have towels down there?â
âYeah, Iâm sure they do. We gonna do the beach or the pool?â
âLetâs do beach. I want to tan.â Pierce grabbed a bottle of tanning oil from his bag, then took CJâs outstretched hand before they walked out of the room.
âSince when do you tan?â
âI donât usually, but hey, weâre at the beach.â
âTrue.â
They got on the elevator with an older couple. The ride was silent, but both CJ and Pierce noticed the husband give them an odd look when he saw they were holding hands. It didnât bother them, though. Bros held hands all the time.
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âOil me up, would you bro?â Pierce handed his bottle of tanning oil to CJ, who obligingly began rubbing it all over his friendâs back.
âBeen working out, dude? Youâve got some nice definition back here.â
âThanks, man. Your hands feel nice.â
CJ took turns rubbing oil on Pierce, then on himself. âI should use this stuff more often. I like how it feels.â
âYeah, this is my favorite brand. Protects from the sun a little bit but still gets you really dark, and it moisturizes and shit too.â
âNice.â CJ ran his fingers down into the waistband of Pierceâs trunks.
âWatch those hands, bro.â
âJust making sure youâre all covered.â CJ put his hand fully into Pierceâs swim trunks, grabbing a handful of his friendâs buttock.Â
âDude!â
âJust messing with you,â CJ grinned, removing his hand and slapping Pierce on the back. âJust bro stuff. Youâre all set.â
âThanks, bro.â Pierce lay down on his beach towel and popped his sunglasses on. He smiled up at the bright blue sky. âItâs so fucking pretty here.â
âSeriously. Iâm so glad we picked this spot.â CJ lay on his back next to Pierce and laced his fingers through his buddyâs. âThe oil makes us look so shiny,â he chuckled, looking down at his chest.
âKinda hot, right?â
âYeah, itâs hot,â CJ agreed.
âAfter this, do you think work out, then dinner?â
âSounds good to me. Where should we eat?â
âWe can eat here. I know itâs gonna be expensive but I have some money stashed away and I can always ask my parents too. When in Rome, right?â
âUgh, Iâll feel bad if they pay for me.â
âDonât feel bad, man. They love you,â Pierce reassured. They sat for the next few minutes looking at the surf and relishing the sun on their skin until Pierce spoke back up. âThis is a weird question, I know, but like...when did we start caring about working out?â
âYou mean when did I?â
âBoth of us, but yeah.â
CJ thought for a moment. âI guess just last semester. I never cared in high school, really, and since I did track I didnât have a lot of strength workouts, just cardio shit. But then I got to college and noticed the guys who pulled the most were the ones with like, bigger arms and abs and shit. And I wanted abs.â
âYeah, abs are sexy.â
âTotally, bro, abs look so hot on guys. Anyway, why do you ask?â
Pierce twitched his left shoulder upward as a shrug. âI dunno, I just realized we were talking so naturally all day about working out, but I donât remember either of us being big into it. Thatâs all.â
âYeah, thatâs true. But itâs a fun thing to do on vacation.â
âYeah,â Pierce agreed. âAnd I donât think weâve ever worked out together, so thatâll be cool.â
âYeah, bro. New experiences on vacation. Iâm so glad we did this.â CJ squeezed Pierceâs hand tighter, and Pierce squeezed back.
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âYour ass looks great, bro,â Pierce said as they made their way back to the hotel, suits dripping from a quick dip in the ocean.
âYeah? Thanks man. Enjoy the view.â As they walked up a small set of steps to the back entrance, CJ stuck his butt out. Pierce gave it a slap. âOooh, Iâll get you for that,â CJ said as they walked inside and got on the elevator.
âWhatâre you gonna do about iiiIiIAHHH--â Pierce groaned as CJ twisted his nipple. They wrestled for a few seconds before he managed to push CJ away. âDonât do that! I hate that shit.â
âShoulda worn a t-shirt then. But it doesnât look to me like you hate it,â CJ said, looking down at Pierceâs wet swim trunks. A freshly-grown semi was tenting them.
âFuck,â Pierce groaned, putting his hands over his crotch. âSorry, I dunno what I-â
âYou like that, huh?â CJ interrupted, stepping forward and putting his hands on Pierceâs bare chest. His fingers groped the flesh and took special care to tug and twist Pierceâs nipples.
âStop, bro-â Pierce let out a soft moan.
âPlay with mine,â CJ commanded, but then the elevator dinged and the doors opened to their floor, where two teenage girls were standing and waiting. CJ and Pierce pulled apart quickly and walked off, avoiding the weird looks the girls shot them.
âTheyâre all red, you fucker,â Pierce complained, looking at his nipples. âDonât do that again!â
CJ was laughing as they walked into the room. âYou didnât know what to do, that was so fucking funny! Serves you right for smacking my ass.â He stuck his butt out again to taunt Pierce, but this time his swim trunks split down the back, exposing his ass crack. It was CJâs turn to go bright red from embarrassment, and he launched himself into the bathroom soundtracked by Pierceâs raucous laughter. âDammit!â CJ yelled from behind the door, which just made Pierce laugh harder. He fondled his nuts through his swim trunks as he thought about CJâs bare butt. He stopped once CJ emerged from the bathroom, shirtless and grumbling, his destroyed swim trunks in one hand and a towel around his waist.
âDamn, bro, do you even need to work out today?â Pierce asked, ogling CJâs torso. âThat 8-pack is looking diesel.â
CJ brightened at this compliment. âThanks man! But thereâs more to working out than just abs. I still have a long way to go,â he shrugged as he went through his luggage to find underwear. He selected a bright white Armani jockstrap.
âSure, you just look super hot. Youâre so cut.â
âThanks. You look hot too,â CJ winked as he walked back into the bathroom to put his jockstrap on. While CJ was behind the door, Pierce took the opportunity to change into one of his own jockstraps, his favorite black and red Nasty Pig one. He was positioning his junk in the pouch when CJ walked out. âI wish we could just work out in these, yâknow?â
âTotally, bro.â Since CJ had freaked out moments before about his swimsuit ripping, Pierce was surprised his buddy was fine wearing a jockstrap that exposed just as much ass, but he decided to not mention it. Instead, he just put on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. âThese are shorter than I remember,â he mumbled.
âMine too, but why not show off a little thigh,â CJ joked, extending a leg to see his quads flex around the knee. He continued to inspect them as he put on his socks and sneakers, only stopping once he stood up. âYou ready?â
âYou got your room key?â
âYeah.â
âCool, letâs go.â Pierce stretched out his hand and CJ took it, and they headed out.
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âHoly shit, itâs a full gym!â Pierce exclaimed as they walked in. âI thought weâd get a couple machines and a treadmill. Look, squat rack and everything.â
âWhat are you working today?â CJ asked, grabbing towels for them both.
âI think full body? I havenât worked out in a couple days, so Iâm fully rested.â
âYeah, I love a full body workout,â CJ growled, giving Pierceâs ass a squeeze as he brushed by.
âI know you do, bro.â
They split up to start with; CJ did deadlifts while Pierce selected squats. Sweat rolled down their faces and soaked their t-shirts, making the fabric cling to their straining muscles. Each watched the other through the mirrors, enjoying the view of their forms pumping up from the compound movements. CJ finished deadlifting first and made his way over to Pierce on wobbly legs. âI need you,â Pierce grunted as he stalled at the bottom of his lift.
âI got you, bro.â CJ squatted down and put his arms around Pierce, his dick pressing against his buddyâs butt. âCâmon. You got it.â He used the hug to spot Pierceâs press upward. âAnother. Câmon, bro.â Pierce went down, wobbled, then put more weight on CJ as he pushed up. âAnother,â CJ barked.
âI canât,â Pierce squeaked, sweat pouring into his eyes.â
âYou got this, bro, câmon.â
âI canât do itâŚâ
âCâmon bro, fuckinâ lift that weight. One more rep, babe, one more rep. Thaaatâs it.â Pierce lowered down, groaning loudly, and as they stood up together, CJâs dick slid right between his ass cheeks. It stayed there as the weight slammed into the rack and Pierce stumbled back into CJâs arms. âYou fuckinâ did it, babe, Iâm so proud of you.â CJ gave Pierceâs cheek a celebratory kiss.
âI wanna go back to the room,â Pierce laughed as he toweled himself off. âBut I can rally as long as we do something seated next.â The towel ran against his face and he recalled, âYou kissed me on the cheek, man.â
âBros kiss on cheeks all the time,â CJ laughed. âCâmon now.â
âJust seemed kinda gay is all.â
âNot gay at all, babe.â CJ flared his lats. They shoved against his t-shirtâs side seams.
âEasy, man, I wasnât calling YOU gay or anything. Letâs just do arms.â
âWish there was a preacher bench here but canât have it all,â CJ said, looking around. âSeated curls?â
âSeated, please,â Pierce laughed, putting his hands on a bench and falling onto it as his hamstrings spasmed. Between his legs, his erection stood straight upward, tenting his shorts. âCan you hand me weights? I think I might be stuck here,â he said, massaging one leg.
CJ grabbed a pair of 50s and put them in Pierceâs waiting hands, then got another pair for himself.
â50 pounds? Donât most guys do a lot less?â Pierce asked, struggling to balance the dumbbells on his thighs.
âYeah, but weâre not most guys,â CJ said, and with a grunt, he tried to curl one dumbbell up. He failed. Pierce made an attempt and got the same result, but the two bros exchanged looks and tried again, yelling loudly as they forced their dumbbells up to their shoulders. The sweat started again, trickling down their cheeks as they shouted through another rep, and another, and another, arms expanding in size as veins pushed out of their skin.
CJâs sleeve burst first, but as soon as Pierce noticed, his did too. Instead of worrying about how fast their arms had doubled in size, they were focused solely on getting more reps. Their biceps twitched and trembled, sinews shimmering until the vibrations tore out their remaining sleeves and their groans turned to moans. âCramp - cramp,â CJ yelped, his fingers staying curled even as the dumbbells fell from his grip. Pierce dropped his weights too, and the two friends sat on their benches and rubbed their aching arms. âI think...thatâs enough for the biceps,â CJ huffed. âMaybe some skullcrushers for tris.â
âYeah.â
There was only one EZ bar with the weight they wanted, so while one man did skullcrushers, the other did push-ups, then theyâd switch. Their arms pumped up obligingly, full and thick as they flexed in the mirror. Pierce gave CJâs a squeeze. âWe have a ways to go but weâre looking pretty good,â he said.
âYeah...like, not huge, but you can definitely tell we work out,â CJ agreed. âOnce weâre done here we just need to eat a lot and get good sleep so we can grow.â
âThank you, Menâs Health, I never would have known that otherwise,â Pierce teased.
âShut up.â CJ lunged at his buddy playfully, and Pierce flipped him off. âChest press with dumbbells?â
âYeah, perfect.â Pierce grabbed weights before stopping and looking out the window. âItâs so fuckinâ pretty here. Too bad we have to work out inside.â
âI know. I wish they had one of those beach gyms, those are fun. We only have a little bit more to do, though.â CJ kicked his weights up and rolled back onto his bench. Pierce did the same, and soon their grunts were echoing through the gym again as they pressed the dumbbells up while keeping their elbows as steady as possible. After three sets, Pierce stood up.
âToo light,â he grunted, crashing the dumbbells into the rack and grabbing a pair of 100s.
âYour titties are ripping through your shirt,â CJ said, nodding toward a horizontal tear in the fabric under Pierceâs chest.
Pierce chuckled. âSo are yours.â
CJ looked down at a vertical rip in between his pecs. âYessss. Guess I need to go heavier too then.â
They flopped back on the benches and yelled louder thanks to the additional exertion. Pierceâs nipples made their way out of his ripping shirt, while CJâs tee tore open all the way to his bellybutton. After the weights crashed to the floor, the two men stayed flat on their benches, groping their chests and moaning. âDonât cum, you nasty fucker,â Pierce said to CJ as he eyed his friendâs erection.
âI want to but I wonât.â CJ sat up and looked at himself in the mirror. His pecs were square and solid, like a shelf on his torso. He couldnât stop touching them even as he stood up and put his weights away one at a time. âCâmon,â he said, offering his hand to Pierce and pulling him up. Pierce rolled onto his feet and fell into CJâs arms, their swollen chests smashing together and giving them another chance to play with each otherâs nipples. âYour pecs are so big and round, itâs so fucking hot,â CJ grunted.
âYours are more solid than mine,â Pierce responded, wedging his hand under CJâs left pec.
âItâs not a competition.â
âEverythingâs a competition,â Pierce grinned. âI want mine to be as big as your fucking head.â
âIâd love to see that,â CJ said, breaking the embrace to put Pierceâs weights away.Â
âI donât really feel up to a fancy dinner tonight,â Pierce said as he flexed for himself in the mirror, further tearing his shirt. âMaybe we can just order to the room and go to bed early so we can have a full day tomorrow.â
âThatâs fine, yeah,â CJ nodded. âIâm pretty tired already.â
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They ordered in burgers from a nearby restaurant instead of room service, so that they could afford to each have two. While waiting for the delivery, they took turns showering and threw out their destroyed clothes, changing into fresh t-shirts and shorts. Their sweat-stained jocks went into laundry bags in their suitcases - and werenât replaced on their bodies, with both guys opting to go commando under their shorts.
They were halfway through eating when the soft, subtle sound of fabric tearing could be heard in the room. CJ set his second burger down and reached under his arm, fingering a burst seam running down his side. âDude, this pump is fucking crazy.â
âIs mine torn?â Pierce stood up and turned around. There was a rip running down the length of his spine.
âShit, yeah. You wonât be able to wear that one anymore.â
âWhat the fuck, bro. Muscles so big Iâm ruining all my clothes.â Pierce tore into his hamburger and kept speaking with his mouth full. âIâm running out of t-shirts.â
âGuess youâll have to go shirtless and show everyone that torso,â CJ grinned.
âEven our shorts are tearing,â Pierce said, pointing to small rips around CJâs bulky thighs.
âFucking awesome,â CJ said, a mix of exasperation over destroying more clothing, and excitement over how good he looked. âI donât wanna have to buy more shit.â
âMight not have a choice,â Pierce shrugged, bursting stitches on his left shoulder. After that, they ate in silence, soundtracked only by their clothing continuing to shred. CJâs thighs and butt unfurled out of his shorts, while Pierceâs chest and shoulders eventually made their way through his shirt. By the time they were cleaning up after themselves, they were close to naked, with CJâs dick only half covered by the loincloth that was once his shorts.
âYâknow whatâs dope, babe?â CJ said, pawing at his crotch with one hand while he brushed his teeth with the other.
âMm?â
âI think weâre the biggest guys in the frat and weâre still underclassmen.â
âTotally, bro. Imagine us in a couple years if we keep this training up.â
CJ got an erection at the thought, which, along with his evil smirk, did all the talking for him. While CJ was in the bathroom, Pierce took the chance to strip off his clothes and flex in the mirror, hopping nude into bed just as CJ walked out. âWe look like fucking bodybuilders, man,â Pierce said excitedly.
âWe ARE fucking bodybuilders, baby,â CJ smiled. He had a towel around his waist and walked over to the beds. âGoodnight.â He bent down and kissed Pierce on the cheek.
ââNight.â Pierce leaned back into his pillows. âDo bros kiss goodnight?â
âOf course they do.â CJ clicked the light off, and his towel hit the floor seconds later. His huge, naked form was silhouetted in the darkness as he climbed into bed. âThanks for bringing me on this trip, babe. It really means a lot.â
âOf course, man. I would never bring anyone else. I love spending time with you.â
For ten minutes after this statement, it was dark and silent in the room. And then, quietly, springs could be heard squeaking back and forth from Pierceâs side of the room. After a few moments of this, an abrupt moan cut through the quiet. Soon, CJâs bed was making the same sound. Blankets were kicked off, and in the darkness, both muscled forms sat up. The dim light through the curtains was just enough to make out rippling shoulders - and hard cocks sticking straight out and being rubbed excitedly.
Pierceâs moans were sensual and loud, while CJ was a grunter. The sounds drowned out odd popping coming from their bodies, the squeaks of their beds gaining in intensity, until Pierce gave a sharp cry and fell forward, panting. Moments later, CJ did the same, groaning âFuck yeahâ as his big frame crashed back into the mattress.
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CJâs eyes cracked open as threads of gold sunlight cut across the room to reach his face. He turned his head and looked over at his buddy. Pierce was sleeping in a weird way - heâd flipped in the night and his legs were by his pillows, with one sticking out next to the nightstandâŚ
It took CJ seeing Pierceâs hand to realize that the limb protruding out of the sheets was not Pierceâs leg, but was, in fact, his arm. The arm mimicked the size of a leg - bicep as big as a thigh, forearm like a football-shaped calf. âJesus Christ,â CJ said in awe. His eyes flipped to the clock right by Pierceâs big hand. 8:57amâŚ
âShit. SHIT!â CJ shot out of bed like heâd been catapulted. He didnât have time to worry about being completely naked as he ran into the bathroom. âPierce! Wake up!â
âMmguh?â Pierceâs head raised an inch off his pillow, his hair sticking straight up toward the ceiling. âWhutimeisitâŚâ
âI have a meeting!â CJ shouted over the sound of the bathroom sink that he was currently dunking his head in. âGrab a shirt and tie out of my bag for me!â
âA...meeting?â Pierce was barely awake, staring bleary-eyed at the window. He swung one leg out from under his duvet, and his foot crashed into the floor with a lamp-rattling thump. âLike for the frat?â He stood up, his morning wood standing at a 90-degree angle from his body. He shuffled over to CJâs bag and opened it. Piles of dress shirts and rolled-up ties greeted him. âWhuhâŚâ
âThe frat?! No dumbass, for work!â CJ was frantically combing his wettened hair into a side part. âThey know Iâm on vacation but I told them Iâd join this one meeting because itâs a high priority project.â
Pierce picked a white shirt and a light blue silk tie. He draped the tie around his neck and knotted it into a full Windsor to save CJ time.
CJ flew out of the bathroom, his brawny muscles and exposed cock briefly shocking Pierce until he remembered to hold the white shirt out. CJ slid his arms into it and started buttoning it up. âThank you, can you grab my cufflinks too? Iâm such a fucking idiot, I canât believe I didnât set an alarmâŚshit, itâs 9:01âŚâ
âCufflinks, cufflinks...where are they?!â Pierce tore through CJâs suitcase.
âSide pocket!â
âGot them.â Pierce hopped up. âHere, get your tie.â
âThank you for tying it,â CJ said, sliding the knotted tie over Pierceâs head. He put the tie over his own head, then worked on getting his links through his French cuffs as Pierce fixed his collar for him. âThank you baby. Iâm sorry.â
âDonât apologize,â Pierce said, his dick slapping against CJâs thighs as he pushed CJâs tie knot all the way up. âYou look so handsome.â He leaned forward and pecked his buddy on the cheek. âGood luck.â
âThanks, babe.â CJ sat down in the roomâs lounge chair and opened up his laptop.
âDo you want underwear-â
âNo time. Is my hair okay?â
âYeah.â
CJ didnât respond because he was starting up the meeting hangout. âGood morning, everyone,â he said in a deeper voice. âCharles here. Sorry for the delay, I was having wifi troubles.â
Pierce got back into bed, smirking at the sight of his buddy in his beautiful shirt and tie with nothing below the waist. No one in his meeting could possibly know that their colleagueâs cock was out under his laptop. It was so hot to look at. While CJ talked about God knows what - âstructuresâ kept being mentioned - Pierce was touching himself under the covers, and then when he got too hot, he kicked them off and beat off in full view of his friend. CJ didnât look up, but a broad smirk made its way across his face as he continued to stare at the screen, chiming in occasionally with forceful declarations about clients and deadlines. Pierce stared at his bro, turned on by CJâs big chest straining against his shirt, nipples protruding, deep voice rumbling out with such confidence, and a big cock lying dormant between his legs, the tip draping over the seat. When CJ cocked an eyebrow at a statement he didnât agree with, Pierce came all over himself, coating his abs and pecs with sperm as he roiled in his sheets.
CJ extended his arm to his side, out of view of his camera, and gave a thumbs up. Pierce returned the gesture then fell back to sleep for thirty minutes.
âBabe. Pierce.â
Pierce opened his eyes to find CJâs face an inch from his. âHi,â he croaked.
âSorry about that.â
âMm? Oh...itâs fine. I guess I should-â He stopped talking to yawn, before continuing. â-should apologize to you, too.â
âWhat, for the show? That was the highlight of the meeting.â
âJust seeing you in that shirt and tie...fuck, you look so hot.â Pierce reached out and ran his fingers over the silk necktie hanging between CJâs pecs. âThatâs not gay, is it?â
âOf course not,â CJ smiled.
âIâve just never seen you dressed up before. You look so fuckinâ handsome.â
âI wear suits to work every day, what are you even talking about?â CJ smiled. He reached up and loosened the tie, popping his collar open to flex his muscled neck.
âOh...right...your jobâŚâ Pierce blinked and rolled fully onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. âWhat do you do again?â
âIâm an architect. Jesus, babe, are you still asleep?â
âArchitect...right...no, Iâm good, Iâm good.â Pierce rolled onto his feet and grinned when CJ slapped his bare ass. âHow was your meeting?â he asked as he trudged into the bathroom.
âFine. Boring. But this has been a stressful project, so boring is an improvement, honestly.â
âYou called yourself Charles,â Pierce called out as he washed his face. âThat threw me.â
âWhy? Itâs my name.â
âI always forget that. Youâre just Ceej to me.â
âYouâre just about the only person who can call me that anymore,â Charles laughed. He slid his tie off and undid the top two buttons of his shirt.
âIs the J for Junior?â
âYou really need some breakfast, babe. The Jâs for John, you know that. Iâm named after my grandfathers.â
âCharles John Miller.â Pierce sang it to a little melody. âNow thatâs a manâs name.â
âIt, uh, sure is?â Charles appeared in the bathroom doorway, looking bemused. Heâd put on a pair of plaid trousers and tucked his shirt in. âWhat is with you today?â
âNothinâ.â Pierce stood and faced Charles stark naked.
âGod, look at your body.â Charles reached out and groped the slabs of meat on Pierceâs chest.
âLook at YOURS, man. Those clothes just make you even hotter.â Pierce ran his hands over Charlesâ broad shoulders and gave the big delts a squeeze.
âI hate to say this, but get some clothes on. We should get breakfast before they close.â
âWhat should I wear?â Pierce asked, flipping open the third button on Charlesâ shirt as he walked by.
âYou look good in everything. Just show off those muscles.â
Pierce selected a bright pink dress shirt and buttoned it halfway up. It fit him like a second skin, to the point of his veins showing through the sleeves. âItâs not gay to wear pink, is it?â he asked, as he squeezed his legs into a pair of cellophane-tight white pants and tucked his shirt in.
âOf course not. Lots of bros wear pink. And look how much chest it shows.â
âYou donât think itâs too much?â
âNo such thing.â Charles stepped forward and slid his hand inside Pierceâs shirt, groping the exposed pec. âGod, I love touching these.â
âYouâre getting so stubbly,â Pierce said, reciprocating the touch by stroking Charlesâ face. âAre you growing a beard?â
âThinking about it.â Charles smiled as Pierce scratched his whiskers.
âThe guys in the frat would freak out if you came back with a beard. Theyâd be so jealous.â
âRightâŚthe frat...â Charles slid his hands up to Pierceâs neck, fixed his collar, then ran his fingers across Pierceâs shoulders and down his arms before grabbing his hands. âIâm hungry.â
âMe too.â After a quick check for their room keys, they were out the door.
The elevator ride came with companions this time around. An older man in a baseball cap said âwowzaâ as Charles and Pierce stepped on. âYou two bodybuilders?â
âTrying to be, sir,â Pierce said proudly.
âWell, Iâd say youâre succeeding. How much you gotta eat to get a body like that?â The manâs wife swatted his arm and shot him a look, and he said to her, âWhat? Itâs a real question!â
âIt isnât so much how much you eat as what and when,â Charles said. âMeal timing, and eating healthy.â
âDating each other must make it easier, to have your partner eat the same way,â the wife observed.
âOh, no, weâre not gay,â Pierce said. âJust buddies.â
âOh!â she responded as her cheeks turned red. âI just thoughtâŚwell, I...â She trailed off, flustered, and Charles and Pierce didnât have a chance to respond before the elevator stopped and the couple got off.
âMaybe we shouldnât hold hands so much,â Pierce grumbled.
âDonât be like that. We should be proud. Everyone should be able to hold hands with whoever they want.â
âYeah, youâre right.â Pierce looked over at Charles and smiled. âWow, your stubble is growing in fast.â
âIs it?â Charles reached up and stroked his chin. âYouâre right, it does feel fuller. It look good?â
âOf course it looks good, itâs you. You always look amazing.â
âThanks, babe.â
They sat across from each other at a small table, plates piled high with eggs and meat that they shovelled into their mouths. The button at the base of Pierceâs chest snapped off first, but Charlesâ followed soon after, as their shirts continued to lose the battle of containing all the muscle mass they were packing on.
âWeâre doing fancy dinner here tonight, right?â Pierce asked between mouthfuls of egg whites.
âI think we should. Itâll be a nice way to unwind after a long, stressful day of drinking cocktails on the beach.â
âIâm gonna have the beach nap and itâs gonna be so fucking great,â Pierce said. Charles looked at him, so he explained, âYou know, the beach nap, when youâve been outside in the sun for hours on the sand, then you go inside and you sleep for an hour on a comfy mattress, and youâre a little tipsy...the beach nap. Itâs THE best nap.â
âDibs on spooning with you.â
âTotally, bro.â Pierce smiled wickedly. âEven if you just want more excuses to grope my tits.â
âLiterally any excuse,â Charles grinned back.
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âHey, babe, try your key,â Charles said with a furrowed brow as their roomâs lock flashed red for the third time. âMine isnât working.â
âWeird,â Pierce said, retrieving his key from his back pocket. He pressed the card against the door, and once again, the light flashed red. âMan, weâre gonna have to go down to the lobby, and my shirt wonât close.â
âAs if that bothers you, you exhibitionist. You didnât grow those muscles to just hide them.â Charles squeezed Pierceâs bicep as they walked back to the elevator. âI wonder why the lock isnât working.â
âI donât know, but donât stress,â Pierce said, stroking Charlesâ forearm. âWeâre on vacation.â
âIâm not stressed, Iâm fine.â Charles leaned his head on Pierceâs shoulder as the elevator descended. âI promise.â
âHey, look,â Pierce said as they walked toward the front desk. âItâs the hot guy who checked us in.â
âHeâs such a stud,â Charles agreed, before adding with a hint of pride, âNot as big as we are, though.â He pulled his shirt further open as they got to the counter.
âHi there, the keys to our room have both stopped working,â Pierce said, sliding his keycard across the marble desk. âCould you reprogram them for us?â
The handsome employeeâs brow furrowed, and he tossed a lock of blond hair out of his vision. âHow strange,â he said, taking the key. âIâll certainly look at this. Pierce Smith, correct?â
âHard to forget a man who looks like you,â the clerk smiled back as he typed.
Charles put his arm tightly around Pierceâs waist, then dug his fingers into Pierceâs ribs when Pierce said to the clerk, âI remember you too - ow!â
âAhhh, thatâs why your keys werenât working. We upgraded you to the Wedding Suite as a surprise and a thank you for being such wonderful guests. Your bags were moved already. Iâm sorry this wasnât communicated to you, thatâs our error.â
Pierce started to say, âBut weâre not getting ma-â before Charles cut him off.
âThe Wedding Suite! Amazing!â Charles said, taking the keys. âThank you so much!â He slid his hand into Pierceâs and pulled him away from the desk.
âBabe, they think weâre getting married,â Pierce protested as he was pulled onto the elevator.
âDonât look a gift horse in the mouth,â Charles said as he hit the top button on the elevator. âWe just got a free upgrade to the nicest room here. Let them think weâre two gay guys getting married if thatâs what it gets us.â
âIsnât that a weird thought?â Pierce chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. âImagine, us being gay.â
âImagine us being married to each other. Weâd be the worst couple.â
âThe frat would freak,â Pierce agreed as the doors opened to the top floor. He and Charles walked hand-in-hand down the hall, arriving at the double doors of the Wedding Suite. âWhat if he was joking downstairs,â Pierce wondered aloud, but the scan of his card resulted in a green light. The door opened.
âHoly shit.â
It was like stepping into the ground floor of a beach mansion. Opulence surrounded them. Theyâd never seen a hotel room close to it, especially because it was multiple rooms. There was a living room with plush white furniture and a fireplace, a bedroom with a massive California King bed, a full kitchen, two bathrooms, and a dining room. Contemporary art hung on every wall.
âBabe, look! A piano!â Pierce walked over to the instrument, a white grand, and sat down on the bench.
âPlay me something,â Charles said, resting his hands on Pierceâs shoulders.
âI barely know Chopsticks.â Pierce plonked out a melody. âWell, thereâs...I do remember a couple songs.â He ran his fingers up and down the keys in a quick scale, then, after a moment of thinking, said, âI know you like this one,â and tore into Gershwinâs Rhapsody in Blue. Pierce rocked back and forth as he played, focused entirely on the performance of the song; his eyes were nearly shut as he hunched over the keys. They only opened when he felt a pull on his fly, and looked down to see Charles on his knees under the piano.
Pierce didnât stop playing, but he released the pedal in surprise and lessened the volume of the tune. âWhatâre you--â he started to say, but he went speechless as he felt Charlesâ strong fingers on his penis. It stiffened as Charles kissed the inside of his thighs, making his way to the tip of the dick, which he licked before stuffing into his mouth.
Pierceâs whole body jolted in shock. His fingers flew off the keys, and his back arched. A button over his abs snapped off his shirt and skittered across the piano. âBabe-â he said, but his mouth went dry, and he pushed his hips forward on the bench as his cock went down Charlesâ throat. âUNNGHâŚâ Charlesâ head bobbed in rhythm with Pierceâs thrusts. Pierce ran his hands through Charlesâ thick hair, gently guiding Charlesâ head deeper onto his dick as he moaned gratefully. Sweat soaked his shirt and skewed the pink closer to red, but it lightened again as the fabric stretched tighter over his massive frame. The seams strained for all their might, but one big buck popped the last button, and after that it was a losing battle.
RRRRIIIIPPPPP
The fabric tore straight down Pierceâs spine as his lats and shoulders spread as wide as the piano bench, allowing a waterfall of sweat to pour down him and drip onto the floor. Below his belt, the seat of his pants split too, already-big ass swelling into a pair of thick globes that swelled out straight from his chiseled waist. Lost in ecstasy, the big bodybuilder threw his hands up to his face, sleeves shredding as his arms pulsed with growth and his palms widened to span octaves effortlessly. Longer, thicker fingers pushed sweat out of his eyes then ran down over his torso, groping his chest muscles as they lurched forward to harden into a powerful shelf. Once he reached his nipples, he knew he didnât have much time.
âBabe Iâm gonnaâŚâ
Charles didnât stop. Pierceâs hips went double time - he moaned in complete rapture - and then he burst, nearly falling off the bench as Charlesâ mouth filled up with his seed. His clothes split further as he came and flexed, muscles rippling across his huge frame. Pierce panted as he held onto the piano and eased himself off the bench and onto the floor. He lay on his back to catch his breath, but Charles crawled over and straddled him. The only sound in the room was their own breathless groans as Pierce ran his hands up over Charlesâ body, fondling his friendâs crotch and caressing his abs. Charles bent down, his chest inches from Pierceâs face. He took a deep breath, flexed, and the buttons on his own shirt started to blow, allowing Pierce to kiss his bare pecs.Â
âShirtâs really tight,â Charles grunted, rolling his shoulders forward and tearing the fabric in a T-shape over his hulking traps.
âI wanna see your beard,â Pierce moaned, so Charles bent down further and lay on top of his friend, allowing Pierce to work his fingers through the thick blond whiskers and up to the full head of shiny golden hair. âYou have such an amazing beard,â Pierce whispered. Charlesâ eyes were shut, allowing him to relish the touch; Pierceâs hands were so big and powerful, yet they could be as gentle as silk. Charles rolled his head forward and kissed Pierceâs palm. They looked at each other and smiled, dazedly, then Charles put his head on Pierceâs chest and they just lay there, breathing in rhythm. Every now and then, one of them would pull a scrap of ruined fabric off their bodies.
Five minutes passed. Fifteen, twenty. Finally, Charles got onto his feet, shaking off the rest of his clothes like a dog shaking off water. His nude form resembled the finest ancient sculptures. A bearded, muscled Hercules.Â
âI...blew you,â he said, wiping his mouth as he came to his senses. He extended a hand to Pierce and helped him up.
âKinda gay,â Pierce smirked, rubbing his tired dick with one hand. âI mean, not for me. A mouth is a mouth. But for youâŚâ
âI just saw you flirting with that guy at the desk and I got so jealous, I wanted you to know, yâknow, that weâre bros...that Iâm your best bro.â
âI know you are.â Pierce stroked Charlesâ beard. âYou donât have to prove it. Donât worry.â He took Charlesâ face in his hands and held it. âHey. Seriously. Donât worry. Weâre here to have fun. Youâre my best friend.â
Charlesâ expression lightened. âThank you. Can we go swim, or something. I need a distraction.â
âOf course.â
They got into their swimsuits - bikini briefs that looked far smaller today, thanks to their big bubble butts and powerful thighs. The fabric was barely visible wedged up over all the muscle, and Charlesâ exceptionally large member pushed the pouch of his suit down far enough to allow golden pubes to fluff out of the top. As he stood in the room waiting for Pierce and wondering if it was even acceptable for him to walk out of the room in such a state, he noticed a pamphlet on the dresser and opened it. âHey, babe? What if we went to the spa instead? We have a free couples massage.â
âThat actually sounds great,â Pierce said as he adjusted himself inside his tiny brief. âIâm so sore.âÂ
ââCause youâve been hitting the weights HARD, bro. God, these musclesâŚâ Charles ran his hands over Pierceâs chest and arms, groping the bulging boulders.
âYOU donât need to give me the massage, baby, they have people on staff for that,â Pierce teased, bouncing his pecs up and down.
âI know, itâs justâŚfuck, youâre getting so big. Itâs so sexy. I swear every time I look at you, your muscles have grown.â
âIâve been thinking the same about you,â Pierce said, taking Charlesâ hand and holding it as they walked out of the room. âYou look like Thor with that beard, but youâre getting way bigger than he is.â
âThat just gave me a boner,â Charles smiled, proudly displaying the evidence as they walked onto the elevator. He let Pierce go first before following. They couldnât walk through the doors at the same time anymore, nor could they stand shoulder to shoulder inside.Â
âYouâre more handsome than Thor, too. He doesnât look like a model like you. I canât wait to see what you wear to dinner tonight. Youâre gonna look so good.â Pierce ran his fingers back and forth over the curve of Charlesâ tricep as he talked. He was fascinated by the shape and size of the muscle. âYouâre such a man.â
âI donât really think of myself that way,â Charles said. âI mean, I think of myself as a âdudeâ or a âboy,â not aâŚman. But I do like it. I want to be a man.â
âYou donât need to want it. You are.â
âSo are you.â Charles moved his palm across Pierceâs thick chest. âYour pecs are kinda bristly, babe.â
âYouâre so manly that being around you is literally putting hair on my chest,â Pierce joked as the elevator opened on the spa level.Â
A girl at the desk greeted them with an, âOooh! Look at the happy couple! Here for your wedding package?â
Not wanting to give up a free massage, both Pierce and Charles nodded yes. âIsnât he handsome? How lucky am I?â Charles added, laying it on thick.
âOh my god, you both are,â the girl dished. âI wish straight men looked like you. All I find are guys who look like they hang out at bowling alleys.â She typed away on her keyboard. âWe have two male masseuses but itâll be about ten minutes until one of them is back from his break. I can put you in a private waiting room with a glass of champagne until then.â
âThat doesnât sound too bad,â Pierce said, squeezing Charlesâ big hand.
The private waiting room was cushy, with a flatscreen TV playing soothing spa music. Pierce and Charles slithered out of their briefs with no concern about being naked in front of each other. They didnât even bother tying their fluffy robes shut, choosing instead to snuggle up on the couch with their cocks fully exposed.
âMm, this is good,â Pierce said, sipping from his champagne flute.
âYeah, not the cheap shit we used to drink in college,â Charles laughed. He leaned over and stroked Pierceâs cheek. âYour five oâclock shadow is really coming in. Growing a beard like me?â
âI donât think so,â Pierce smiled, putting his hand over Charlesâ. âI just like the stubble look.â
âItâs so sexy on you. I love how hairy you are.â
âIâm not thatâŚâ Pierce looked down at the curls flourishing on his chest. â...well, I guess I am kinda hairy.â
âItâs hot. Show it off at dinner tonight.â
âIf you insist, bro,â Pierce smirked, sipping his champagne.Â
They only cinched their robes closed when they were ushered to their massage tables, where two jacked men in white polo shirts waited for them. âDamn, you guys are BIG,â one of them said.
âJust trying to keep up with you, bro!â Pierce grinned, bouncing his pecs as he got on the massage table. The smile stayed on his face as he looked across at Charles. He extended his hand and Charles took it from the other table, their eyes as locked as their hands.
âYou guys are a beautiful couple,â the other masseur said. âThe whole staff is talking about the two handsome bodybuilders getting married.â
âBodybuildersâŚâ Pierce and Charlesâ hands thickened in their grip. âWeâre not bodybuilders.â
âYou definitely are, even if you donât do it professionally,â Charlesâ masseur said as he worked the big manâs back. âWhat are your day jobs?â
âIâm an architect,â Charles said.
âIâm a concert pianist,â Pierce chimed in. A teasing tone crept into his voice as he added, âMy man loves watching me play.â He smiled at the sight of the deep red hue filling Charlesâ sculpted cheeks. âYou are so beautiful,â Pierce murmured aloud without realizing, and Charles blushed even deeper.
The skilled hands of their masseuses ironed out the knots in their bulging muscles, goosing their shoulders even broader, their backs ever thicker. The sheets covering their nakedness rose higher as their glutes rounded and swelled. They stayed silent and peaceful aside from an occasional happy groan, drifting in and out of consciousness as they grew.
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Charles stepped out of the shower and toweled off his hair as he listened to the sound of the piano wafting through the bathroom door. Pierce had to keep his wrists loose and fingers nimble, even on vacation, so he was tearing through small portions of music while he waited for Charles to finish getting ready.
Charles shook his thick hair out and put on his cologne. The scent perked him up a bit from his post-massage sleepiness, giving him a spring in his step as he padded across the large bathroom to the clothes Pierce - the flashier dresser - had picked out for him: a cream dress shirt with monochrome swirls of paisley hidden in the fabric, forest green trousers, and brown suede loafers. Charles held back a moan as he put the clothes on. The shirtâs pattern contorted as it pulled across his enormous musculature, and the pants actually fit his thighs, which was always an accomplishment. He walked out of the bathroom feeling like a supermodel.
Pierce stopped playing and stood up with a big grin on his face. âYou look gorgeous,â he said.
But Charles didnât respond. He just stared at Pierce, who finally asked, âWhat?â
âYouâreâŚyou look like a fairy tale prince.â
It wasnât an incorrect assessment. Pierceâs thick black hair was immaculate, down to the lone curl draping over his forehead, leading Charlesâ eye to a face straight out of a storybook. Pierceâs commanding features were enhanced by his light blue eyes, which burned like lasers out from beneath his chiseled brow. His teeth were white and perfect as he smiled and said, âI donât think fairy tale princes dressed like this.â
âThey would nowadays. Fuck, your chest.â
âOh, you wanna?â
âShut up, bro,â Charles grinned, running his big hands over Pierceâs absolutely gargantuan pecs, which were bulging out proudly into view. His pink silk shirt was only buttoned to his abdomen, showing off the boulder-like mass of his muscles and the virile sheen of his chest hair. Tight white pants clung to his rippling thighs, and Charles made a point of walking behind Pierce so he could see that huge round butt straining at its formal prison. He slapped it. âItâs a shame you have to sit on that cushion, because now I canât look at it the whole night.â
âYouâll see it plenty. But I wanna see more of you, too.â Pierce turned around and opened two more buttons on Charlesâ shirt, thumping his knuckle against the pecs like he was testing melons at the grocery store. âRipe.â
âThatâs me. A juicy peach.â Charles grabbed Pierceâs hand. âCâmon. I wanna show you off.â
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The air in the hotelâs five-star restaurant seemed to change as the two towering hunks strode in. Conversations softened, gazes intensified. Everyone, male and female, kept stealing glances at the menâs exposed chests and handsome faces. Pierce and Charles, for their part, just stood tall, their muscles seeming to swell with pride. They clenched their chiseled jaws as heads turned their way on the walk to their table.
âIâm so glad we did this,â Charles said, running his thumb against Pierceâs hand as he held it across the table. âThank you for inviting me.â
âOf course, babe. I wouldnât have brought anyone else.â
Their waiter, a red-headed bodybuilder whose white shirt was ready to burst off him, came and took their wine order. When he left, Pierce arched an eyebrow. âHe was looking down our shirts.â
âGood. I want him to,â Charles smiled as he took a sip of water. âAnd who wouldnât look down yours? Look at those, theyâre masterpieces.â
Pierce fondled one of his pecs through his hot pink shirt. âIâm not bothered by it, I just think itâs funny. Have you noticed almost all the employees here are hot muscle gays? The desk guy, the masseuses, our waiterâŚâ
âI like it. None of them are as hot as you, though. Or as big.â
âAnd Iâm not as big as YOU!â
âYouâre way bigger than me,â Charles said.
âNo way bro, look at your arms. I can see your veins through your shirt, theyâre like fucking garden hoses.â
âYeah, well, I can see YOUR veins through your chest hair.â
âThat means youâre looking.â
âOf course Iâm looking. Youâre unbelievable. Looking at you is one of my favorite things to do.â Charles smiled when he saw Pierce blush. Atop the table, their hands gripped tighter.
âCheers,â Pierce said when their wine arrived. Their glasses made a crystal clink. âUm, toâŚus. To us.â
âTo us,â Charles agreed.
The wine unfurled slowly over their palettes as they grazed on gem lettuce and scallop risotto, growing more delicious as the evening went on. Their huge bodies made their chairs look child-sized, and as they ate their entrees - ribeye for Charles, duck for Pierce - their muscles were engorged with pure protein, popping further out of their clothes. They each noticed the beads of sweat across the otherâs brow, which they dabbed genteely away, but neither could see the erections straining underneath the napkins in their laps. As their testosterone-drenched bodies seemed to solidify and harden with each bite, the air at their table grew increasingly charged.Â
When Pierceâs nipples popped out of his skintight shirt, his gigantic pecs hurtling out like they were in a 3D movie, Charles helpfully reached across the table and pulled the hot pink fabric a few centimeters over to provide cover. Pierce smiled back in thanks as he felt himself growing harder under his own napkin.
The waiter appeared looking a little hot and bothered himself and, after clearing away some plates, asked if they wanted to add dessert. They said yes, with Charles selecting the raspberry sorbet and Pierce the tiramisu, but soon regretted it. The simple act of staring at each other across the table felt lewd, something too intense for public display. Pierce grabbed his water glass and chugged the whole thing, droplets spilling into his chest hair. âIâm gonna go get some air really quick,â he rasped, standing up and revealing a monster boner in his white pants.Â
Charles followed him, signaling to the waiter that they were just going to the balcony. He could feel everyone in the restaurant looking at him as he left.
The cool night air smelled of salt, a reminder of the ocean unseen in the darkness. Charles gulped it into his lungs, already feeling better just being outside. âPierce?â he said, walking up to the hulking bodybuilder. âYou good?â
Pierce stared at Charles for a moment, then suddenly grabbed his waist, pushing him up against the wall and kissing him hard.Â
Charles gasped in surprise, but soon melted into the embrace as Pierce fondled his huge muscles. They kissed passionately like two long-lost lovers reunited after years apart.
Charles reached up to caress Pierceâs sculpted jaw as he deepened the kiss, exploring each otherâs mouths with their tongues. The air around them was aliveâas if theyâd left Earth and were creating their own universe.
They broke only when neither could breathe anymore, giant chests slamming into each other as they gulped in air and stared at each other. âUpstairs,â Pierce said.
âUpstairs,â Charles agreed. Pierce grabbed his hand and dragged him back inside, through the restaurant, and toward the exit. âPut it on the room, please-â Charles said as they passed their waiter.
âWhich room?!â
âWedding Suite! Charles Miller-Smith!â They were the last words Charles got out before he was yanked into the elevator and had Pierceâs tongue shoved back down his throat.
They kissed with the frenetic energy of two high school boys but the passion and experience of the men they were, groaning into each other, hands roaming frantically. Pre-cum soaked their bulging briefs. Their hands went everywhere: chests, butts, necks. They were so caught up in each other that it took them a moment to realize the doors had opened on their floor. Charles was already unbuttoning his shirt while he was still in the hallway.
The door shut behind them and they went at each other with double the vigor, this time clawing at each otherâs clothes and tearing them off while kissing every newly exposed body part. Skin met skin as their chests slammed together, Charlesâs nipples rubbing against Pierceâs, their torsos lining up perfectly, abdomens moving in perfect rhythm. Charles reached down and grabbed Pierceâs cock, which sprang fully erect at his touch. He fondled it a few moments, then pushed him gently to the bed.
Pierce got on all fours, breathing excitedly, but Charles grabbed him and turned him around. âNo,â Charles growled as he slammed Pierceâs back into the mattress. âI want to look at you.â
âGood,â Pierce purred, caressing Charlesâ face and kissing every part of it. His head snapped back with a roar of passion as Charles thrust inside of him. âOhh FUCK-â
âYou like that? You like my huge cock?â
âYes, FUCK! Oh FUCK-â
Charles thrust hard into Pierceâs tight ass, the force of it making Pierceâs body heave into the mattress. âMore, baby?â Charles said, pulling Pierceâs hips back into him again, the bed creaking. âTell me!â
âYes! Ohh FUCK YES!â Pierceâs hands gripped the headboard, his massive pecs nearly smacking Charles in the face, nipples like bullets. Charles was in a state of total ecstasy as he fucked Pierce. The uncontrollable pleasure felt like it was going to set the room on fire. Pierce was one giant muscle, every bit of him swollen and pulsating with desire. As Charles slammed him again and again, Pierceâs moans grew louder, the veins in his neck pulsing, his back arching. Charles had never seen anything so hot. He grabbed Pierceâs head and kissed him wolfishly, pumping his hips into the colossal stud. The sheets ripped beneath them, turned to tissue from their sweat. Each minute felt like an hour.
âOh fuck, thatâs IT- OH FUCK-â Pierceâs voice had gone up an octave. He buried his head into Charlesâ shoulder as the huge cock prodded his prostate. âI canât-â Pierce gasped, âI canât- hold it-â
Charles leaned down and whispered, âCum for me.â
Pierce threw his head back and, with a final guttural groan, unloaded his balls. Cum pumped onto his abs and chest, soaking into the black hair adorning his torso. It shot onto Charles, too, who writhed with such joy that he finally achieved his own release into Pierce.
And then, like flipping a switch, exhaustion overcame them. Charles fell on top of Pierce, sandwiching their cum between their abs, and Pierce hugged him and kissed him as they rolled on the soaked sheets.
âIâm so tiredâŚfuckâŚjust a secondâŚâ Charles panted, and Pierce snuggled up to him as they both passed out.
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They woke up at three in the morning to the sound of rain. Pierce stirred first, hopping up to shut a window theyâd propped open. The sound of it closing awoke Charles.
Pierce flipped on a lamp and stood over the bed, then hesitantly got back in despite his nakedness. He stroked Charlesâ beard, and finally wondered aloud: âWhatâŚdid we do?â
âWeâŚIâŚI fucked you,â Charles said back, his brown eyes wide and unsure. âIt feltâŚlike a dream, but it was. I just feltâ things feel differentâŚâ
âYeah, we werenât always like this, were we? These bodiesâŚâ Pierce moved a hand down to Charlesâ chest. âMy god, these BODIES. And what we just did, oh my god, weâŚwe fucked-â
âPierce-â
âNo, no, itâs okay,â Pierce said, looking away. âNobody has to know. I mean, if we donât want them to know.â
âBut thatâs the thing,â Charles said, the intensity of his voice making them both sit up. âI wantâŚIâŚI want everybody to know.â He paused and looked at Pierceâs blue eyes, which were getting bigger by the second. âI want everybody to know that I fucked you, and that I loved it, and that you loved it, and I want everybody to know how amazing you are - I want to stand up in front of the whole world and tell them that Pierce Alexander Smith is the best man Iâve ever met, and that he makes me want to be a better man too, and that every moment I spend with him feels like the happiest moment of my life because I lo-â He cut himself off, realizing the gravity of what he was saying. Then he plowed ahead. âBecause I loveâŚI love him. I love you.â
âI love you too,â Pierce whispered. He held Charlesâ face in his hands.
Their foreheads touched together as they soaked in the silence, letting the words settle like the foundation of a home. It was a love that frightened them with its intensity, nothing theyâd ever experienced before. It was ingrained within them and embossed on their hearts.
Slowly, their mouths fell together, breaths connecting and bodies intertwining as they fell back against the pillows. They felt pure bliss as they held each other.
âItâs okay. Itâs all going to be okay.â
âI know. I love you.â
âIâll protect you.â
âIâll take care of you.â
The words spilled out of them until there was nothing left to say. They wiped the tears off each otherâs faces, kissing every feature as they did so, and fell into blissful sleep.
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Charles woke up with a pillow in his arms instead of a body. He rolled over. âPierce?â
âNo, donât look!â A huge blur of black and white shot out of view toward the bathroom.
âWhuh?â Charles rolled out of bed and followed. âWhatâre you doing?â
The bathroom door wasnât fully shut, but Pierce positioned himself behind it. âI was trying onâŚnothing, itâs - youâre not supposed to see me in it before the wedding!â
âWedding?â
There was a moment of silence before Pierceâs beautiful face poked out from behind the door. âWeâre getting married today, bro.â
âAre we?â Charles rubbed his eyes and smoothed down his sleep-addled whiskers. âYou havenât even asked me.â
âOh.â Pierce opened the door. Heâd taken off the jacket, but was otherwise in a full tuxedo that fit his gargantuan form like a slipper. The shirt hung open to his navel, exposing the hairy chest that made Charles start salivating instantly. âBack up,â Pierce said.
Charles did, walking backward into the suiteâs living room. And then, to his shock, Pierce got down on one knee and produced a box from his pocket.Â
âWill you marry me?â
âWha- I- where did you-â Charles sputtered, water springing to his eyes. He looked at Pierceâs ravishing beauty, Prince Charming crossed with Mr. Olympia, with thick dark hair and kind blue eyes and those muscles that he wanted enveloping him forever. âYes of course, oh my god, yes! Of course!â
Pierce leaned forward and mimed putting the ring on Charlesâ dick, which was the same moment it dawned on Charles that he was stark naked. âOh no, youâre too big for it,â Pierce grinned.
âItâs our wedding band anyway. Save it for the ceremony. I donât need a ring.â Charles bent down and kissed Pierce, holding his fianceâs chiseled jaw in his palm. âMinty.â
âA wise man always brushes his teeth before he proposes.â
âI canât wait to marry you. Iâm so glad itâs today. I couldnât wait another day.â
âI canât wait for all of it,â Pierce said between kisses. He gently ran his hands over Charlesâ massive shoulders. âI even canât wait to go gray with you. I wanna see you holding our grandbabies.â
âYouâre gonna look so hot as a daddy,â Charles smiled. âI canât wait to get you out of that tux. But I love looking at you in it, too.â He got up on the bed and began stroking himself as he stared at his husband-to-be. âThat shirt is so tight on you, even with all those buttons openâŚâ
âThatâs because Iâm a big man,â Pierce said, flexing his chest as his fingers danced across it. âA big man who is all yours. Look at all this muscle. You like all this muscle?â The incredible physique sprang to life as he flexed like Atlas, bringing his biceps to attention in his sleeves, popping his granite tits right out of his shirt. âAnd Iâm just gonna keep getting bigger and biggerâŚâ
Charles blew all over himself, flopping back onto the bed with a contented sigh as his balls emptied their load all over his 8-pack. Pierce watched with a satisfied smile, then leaned down. âNow go clean yourself up, bro. We have a wedding to get to.â
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âAre you ready?â
Pierce looked at Charles and squeezed his hand. They stood in the hotelâs airy atrium waiting for their entrance into the ceremony. âOf course.â
âThereâs no going back. Everyoneâs gonna know weâre gay now.â
âLike you said, I want everybody to know,â Pierce said. âI love being gay. I want to marry a man, and I want that man to be you. Your manliness is one of my favorite things about you.â Pierce slid his arm around Charles lower back and pulled him in, giving him a kiss on the cheek. âYouâre my favorite person. Why wouldnât I want to marry you?â
âI just canât believe weâre doing this,â Charles said, his voice full of wonder. âItâs so perfect. SomethingâŚhappened to us, right?â
âSomething wonderful. We met, and we fell in love, and now weâre getting married.â
âAnd while that was happening, we went from being boys who thought they were straight, to men who know exactly who they are.â
âYeah, itâs pretty fuckinâ cool, bro,â Pierce said with a smirk, deepening his voice to impersonate a frat boy. The doors opened seconds later, and he snapped back to the elegant poise of a professional pianist as the friends and family gathered inside turned his way.Â
Their appearance drew gasps, a common occurrence for them. Nobody in attendance could take their eyes off the men in the tuxedos. Tailored fabric flowed over their flawless physiques like a river twisting its way past boulders and buttes. Bulging muscles rippled beneath hand-crafted silk. Charles had opted for a classic black tux reminiscent of Hollywoodâs golden age. Pierce wore an opulent black-on-black floral number befitting of a modern-day prince. Their white tuxedo shirts were open to their chests, pleats ruffling out between their lapels, offering a small glimpse at even more beauty beneath the formalwear. Nothing about them went unnoticedânot their broad shoulders, strong jaws, and gentle smiles as they looked into each otherâs eyes throughout the ceremony. They were a vision of masculinity incarnateâthe perfect picture of two men ready to conquer life together.
The next fifteen minutes were a blur. They stood and faced each other, holding hands to hide the trembling. They said vows and managed not to cry.
âI love every moment I spend with you. I canât wait for a million more with you.â
âWhen Iâm with you, I know everything will be alright.â
And then, at the officiantâs cue, they kissed. It made for quite a sight, the two massive bodybuilders kissing tenderly with their big chests pressed against each other. It was no wonder everyone viewing cheered and applauded, drowning out the words that Pierce and Charles whispered to each other:
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*****
âWhere the hell is Sit-guess?â
âSpain. Barcelona.â
âHow do you know that?â
âIt says so on his post.â
âOh.â Amir and Neil continued scrolling through their phones.
âWell, it looks like heâs having fun!â Amir joked to an apoplectic Neil.
âIn a speedo,â Neil shook his head in jealousy poorly masked as disgust.
âI mean, look at that body.â
âYeah, but like, he didnât used to look like that,â Neil stumbled over his words in his ill-contained anger.
âHe didnât dye his hair blonde either, but people can look how they want,â Amir replied with a shrug, trying to diffuse Neil.
âI swear he used to mock those K-pop dudes who dyed their hair.â Neil continued his tirade as Amir rolled his eyes in annoyance.
âAnd now he did it. Neil, calm the fuck down. Jae-sung can look how he wants to look, act how he wants to act, date who heâŚâ Neil cut him off.
âIâm not jealous of his boyfriend.â
âReally? Cause, you were when we met him-â Neil interrupted the teasing, louder this time.
âAnd itâs Jai now, according to Instagram. J-A-I.â
âEww,â Amir laughed and kept scrolling. âPretty trips.â
âAnother beautiful day at the beach with Radden. Life is an adventure and Iâm so glad to grab it. Hashtag gay boy. Hashtag beach. Hashtag beach life. Hashtag gay. Hashtag muscle. Hashtag speedo. Hashtag-â this time Amir cut him off.
âI get it Neil, Jae-â
âWith an I,â Neil chipped in quickly.
âWith an I,â Amir rolled his eyes to pure white as he repeated dramatically. âIs living life as a boytoy and not returning our texts anymore. Ever since he got a new boyfriend.â
âSugar daddy.â
âWhatever, Iâm not interested in the merits of their relationship. I am interested in how he got that body. Rockinâ.â Amir said while unconsciously rubbing his belly. He was the fat one of their little gayboy squad. Jae-sung had looked like a weightless twink while Neil at least lifted weights regularly. None of them was likely to catch eyes in a crowd, assuming anyone saw them at all. Mostly due to them all being short guys, Amir being the tallest at 5â6â and three quarters. It was what first bonded them together.
âPEDs, roids, illegal injections,â Neil flippantly replied. Amir choked back the desire to throttle Neil. Heâd always been the jealous type, and until six months ago when Jae-sung disappeared off the face of the earth, the hot one in their little gay trio. And the snub from Jae-sung stung worse once they stumbled across his new instagram filled with luscious trips, hot men, and a head to toe makeover turning twinkish Jae into muscled, blond stud Jai.Â
âHoly shit! New post!â
âSo?â
âWhat do you think, instafans? Always wanted to get my eyes done and @RadXZaddy paid for it. Loving the new me!â Neil read aloud as Amir refreshed.
âWhat happened to his eyes?â
âHe got that fucking eye lid surgery. The one he always called âanti-chi-â,â Neil coughed in place of finishing the word. Amir stared at the image long and hard. Was it true, did he really get the surgery? Jae-sung had bitched about stuff like that a lot. Maybe he was misdirecting? Or maybe it was something else.
âItâs that fucking boyfriend,â Neil said as though reading his mind. âAll of this! He looks like some fucking doll practically now.â
âI mean,â Amir spoke slowly. âHeâs an adult.â
âLook, this guy is clearly doing something to him. This canât be a healthy relationship.â
âLetâs say I agree,â Amir tentatively began. âWhat do you want to do? DM him? I donât think heâll reply. I mean, heâs got a lot of followers who I bet send messages. And he hasnât returned our texts.â
âTheyâre going to Balmoraâs for brunch Sunday,â Neil said triumphantly.
âWhat?â
âIn the comments, someone asked if they were going to be at some party, but he told them they were back here and had reservations at Balmoraâs. Which does not require reservations, but apparently he has gone full insta-shallow.â
âSo, are we gonna go to Bals for brunch?â
âI just made a reservation,â Neil cheered triumphantly. Amir almost chimed in reminding him that you didnât need a reservation for brunch at Balmoraâs but decided to not push things.
âWhat time are they going?â
âI donât know,â Neil shrugged.
âWhat time are we going?â
âAt opening, and weâll drink until they arrive. I asked for a table by the gate so weâll see them come in.â
âThis feels kind of icky,â Amir sighed.
âOur friend has apparently fallen under the sway of some fetishy muscle daddy. Weâd be bad friends if we didn't intervene. And they have bottomless mimosas.â
âItâs a date,â Neilâs eyes never left the phone so he didnât see the concern on Amirâs face.
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They pair arrived at Balmoraâs when it opened. Their waiter was visibly annoyed when they said they were meeting friends who were always late and theyâd be waiting to order until they got here. He huffed off as the pair watched him leave.
âHeâs cute,â Amir said while sipping on a mimosa.
âI think we fucked,â Neil scrunched his face and stared into the sky as he tried to remember.
âI love how you act like any remotely attractive guy we meet has had sex with you,â Amir admonished.
âWhat? Iâm being serious!â
âSure thing Neil, Iâve known you for ten years. Your sexploits donât fool me.â They clinked their glasses together and started chatting about other topics while keeping their eyes firmly on the gate. Their flippant waiter brought carafe after carafe of mimosa as the pair drank away the time. Finally, their quarry arrived.
Radden and Jai rolled in like a pair of movie stars. Raddenâs big and powerful legs caused him to strut suggestively, an oversized package in the front bouncy playfully in his tight khakis. He wore a shiny oxford shirt buttoned halfway, leaving his smoothed bronzed pecs well on display. Jai followed a step behind, rolling his hips in a strange, mincing way. He had silver cowboy boots with an oversized heel, shiny white jeggings, and a pink crop top that hid the tits but exaggerated his ripped abs and tiny waist. Both of them had several bracelets and rings on and expensive sunglasses covering their eyes. Amir and Neil stared in shock for a moment, instagram was one thing but seeing it in person was still shocking. Neil recovered quickly and stood up.
âOh my god, Jai!â He dragged himself up and grabbed his ex-friend into a tight hug. Jai squirmed a bit before hesitantly hugging in return.
âWe havenât seen you in forever!â Amir joined in, genuinely happy to see his friend. âHow have you been?â
âOh umm, hi, girls,â Jaiâs voice had a small affectation to it, a bit of high pitched squeak that reminded Amir of guys who watched too much Drag Race.
âAre you having brunch? Are you meeting people? We have seats at our table!â Neil rambled quickly. Jai seemed completely overwhelmed. A throat clear behind the boys silenced everyone.
âJai, babe, who are these boys?â
âOh my gawd, this is my boyfriend, Radden,â Jai introduced the older and much taller hunk with the lustful adoration of a first kiss.
âYeah, weâve met,â Amir smiled and waved slightly.
âAnd we havenât seen you since,â Neil poked his finger into Jaiâs hard pec, and then did it again and again. âThose are nice tits, Jai,â Neil admired openly. Jai perked up and puffed them out proudly.
âWell, we should eat with your friends!â Radden smiled with overly bright veneers.Â
âUh, okay,â Jai sort of stuttered. âBut like, I didnât know if you wanted to.â
âI have been hogging you, Jai. Iâm sure your friends want to catch up!â He sat down cheerfully and took a swig from the latest mimosa carafe. âI told him he needs to keep in touch with his friends. But young guys get so caught up in relationships. Not that I mind having him all to myself. But everyone needs some girlfriends.â Neil and Amir glanced at each other curiously.
âWait really? Jai, did you just blow us off?â Neil frowned. Jai kind of stuttered for a bit, flitting his hands in the air.
âOkay, like, Iâm sorry I got obsessed with my hot daddy boyfriend.â Even with the sunglasses on, the boys could feel the eye roll underneath. âI felt bad at first, but we were taking trips and he hired me a personal trainer and a nutritionistâŚâ
âYou hired them?â Neil questioned Radden.
âAfter he asked,â Radden continued drinking straight from the carafe, his eyes scanning the restaurant for a waiter.
âYeah!â Jai indignantly replied. âWe were going to hot parties and cool beaches. I didnât wanna be the ugly guy. And then I figured you guys would be judgmental about it that I didnât wanna tell you.â
âJust so weâre clearing the air,â Amir stepped in. âYou did all of⌠this,â he waved his hands in the air around Jai. âBecause you wanted to be hot? Mission successful.â Jai giggled.
âAnd you didnât want this,â Neil grabbed the carafe out of Raddenâs hands to refill his own beverage.
âI liked him before, I like him now. I mean, Iâll admit, you are fucking sexy as shit now,â he rubbed his hands lecherously on Jaiâs crotch. âBut mostly, I just like Jai either way.â
After a moment of silence at the table, Radden spoke again. âSo, we relieved you of your concerns? You werenât very subtle about it. Not that the booze probably helped.â Amir and Neil blushed intensely and looked down. âI, personally, think itâs very good that Jai has such devoted friends. And I look forward to getting to know you both!â He finally flagged down a waiter and ordered more carafes in addition to shots. Jai, Neil, and Amir passed around a set of sheepish apologies.
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One month, several parties, two weeks attending exercise classes, and one shopping trip later, Neil and Amir found themselves climbing the steps to a private jet to join Radden and Jai on a fabulous holiday. Radden invited them to some island resort across the Pacific, and the boys never even considered saying no. Sure, the past month has been kind of odd. Jai wasnât acting for Instagramâ in real life heâd seemingly embraced being hot and shallow and catty. It caused a change in the friend group dynamic; Neil and Amir were suddenly demoted to Jaiâs entourage instead of being an equal part of the trio. But on the other hand, they were dragging new suitcases filled with new clothing onto a private jet.
Neil and Amir oohed and aahed over the luxury of the plane, while Jai lectured them on the differences between PJs (private jets) and his newfound preferences among them. For his part, Radden seemed content to enjoy an herbal cocktail and admire the boys. Amir noticed he did a lot of that, just kind of looked at them. Lots of people looked at Jaiâ that came with hotness. But Radden gazed with more intensity, the primal energy of a seasoned hunter measuring prey. Still, he had been nothing but kind and pleasant and Amir liked him quite a bit. Aside from the obvious physical differences, Jai seemed very happy and well treated and you couldnât want a lot more for a friend.
Radden disappeared at the start of the flight. The others didnât even notice as they were already popping champagne and talking vapidly about things theyâd seen on social media. The booze flowed as they gossiped about everything. Eventually, both Jai and Neil decided to get some shut eye, leaving a wide awake Amir extremely bored before Radden reappeared.
âSo what exactly do you do, like for work?â Amir, slightly drunk and flushed, saddled up next to Radden. He laughed in response.
âIâm a trust fund baby!â He offered a toast from his champagne and brayed louder. âI mean, my family owns several businesses. Lots of luxury resorts actually.â
âLike White Lotus places?â Radden laughed again.
âI guess so. They tend to be, no offense, places normal people never hear of.â
âNone taken.â
âYouâre pretty easy going. I like that,â Radden reached out and brushed Amirâs cheek, who giggled and blushed in response. Radden exuded charm and charisma on a celestial level. âI seem to have won over Neil, too.â
âOh, he has a crush on you,â Amir blurted out.
âReally?â Radden cocked his eyebrows in lurid interest.
âDid, I should say,â Amir backpedaled quickly. âYou donât remember it, but the night you met Jai, you met us too. And Neil hit on you pretty hard. And you turned him down.â Both men giggled. They continued having their pleasant conversation, though Amir couldnât help but notice that Raddenâs eyes kept drifting to Neil. Amir hoped he wasnât going to say anything. Heâd just put his friend group back together and didn't need it falling apart again.
âYou should get some rest, darling,â Radden rubbed Amirâs shoulder tenderly. Amir bit his lip and blushed more. âMight as well take advantage of all the luxuries on board!â
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The four of them made for a strange pairing. Neil and Amir were dressed in cute pastel shorts and t-shirts that could come from any of a dozen stores or brands. Radden wore sharkskin trousers with a pleat as sharp as the namesakeâs tooth. A linen button down with one hole buttoned in the middle, the fabric flowing around him like Fabio in a wind machine, covered his chest. Jaiâs hot pink button down shirt tucked into white shorts. The orange hue of his skin made the pink seem to glow on him. The lobby was open air and spacious with gorgeous employees in white trousers and shirts helping guests. Gigantic marble pillars and floors, all in white, gave the space a heavenly look. A piano tucked in one corner belted soft melodies from its tuxedoed player. Jai dragged the boys along, their mouths agape at the divine monstrosity. Radden was already headed towards check in.
The man behind the desk glowed unnaturally, white teeth and painted skin ripped with muscles underneath his staff polo. Radden turned to the others.
âYou boys give me your passports and head up to the room,â he offered Jai some woven bracelets that were apparently room keys. They slipped them on without thought. âIâll check us in.â Neil immediately pulled his passport out and handed it over, but Amir hesitated.
âShould⌠is it okay to just give you our passports? And you already have a room key?â Radden shrugged.
âYes, perks of money. And they have to scan them for check in. Itâs totally normal, promise!â He flashed that award winning smile and Amirâs resistance melted away as he handed his little blue folder over. âItâs top floor, Jai, obviously. You boys freshen up!â He sauntered up the counter with a spring in his step, and all three of the boys watched his muscled ass shake from side to side in the tight pants.
âGod, I wanna fuck him,â Neil didnât even bother hiding his desire. Amir tried to shush him but Jai was already replying.
âHe only tops.â
âSo much for you being verse,â Neil snickered.
âHeâs got a hot cock,â Jai crudely replied. âAnd Iâve always loved sucking dick.â Amir nodded along as they ambled to the elevator. At least that hadnât changed. Jae-sung had always been the kind of guy whoâd suck off a stranger in a bathroom for the thrill of it.
The top floor was one giant suite, balconies lining every side with windows overlooking a jungle paradise and pristine cabanas where gorgeous men paraded around in tiny swimsuits while being served by dutiful staff who were tanned and toned clearly on display. Jai took himself to the master suite, while the other two slummed in smaller, though still luxurious rooms, to the side. They shared a bathroom, and Neil almost immediately walked through to Amirâs side with a swimsuit in hand.
âJust straight to a swimming suit, eh?â Amir laughed as Neil dropped trou immediately, putting his pale buttocks on display as he pulled up a camo patterned, square-cut swimsuit. Neil had a nice body, not an excellent one, but nothing to sneeze at. He obsessed over the really fit guys, the ones with huge pecs that look unnaturally glued on. Neil took a few moments to pose in the mirror, restyling his hair (which was too short to really change) and assessing his physique.
Unconsciously, Amir reached down and tugged at the modest pudge around his waistline. He was the âfatâ one of their trio: Neil muscular, Jai thin, Amir fat. Although in straight world heâd be unremarkable. Still, he was the one with the baggy trunks that came to mid thigh. Which was a shame, because if he had any trait that made men stare, it was his derriere. Voluptuous, almost feminine in its curves, but distinctly masculine in muscularity. Amir wanted to look better, he always imagined what heâd look like with a trim waist to really set off his ass but heâd never really found the motivation to get there. Probably the same lack of motivation that kept Neil thinner than he wanted.
âHey dolls,â the whimpery voice of Jai snapped him back to reality. Jai, formerly thin, was now ripped and toned and his body painted in iridescent orange that made it all pop just so. He blew a kiss in the air, which Amir thought was meant for him but then he realized he was standing in front of the mirror.
âCute suit,â Neil commented with uncontained envy. Jai was in a hot pink speedo that rode high on his hips, sinking in the deep cuts of his Apollo's belt and clinging to his body like it was already wet.
âJealousyâs an ugly color, Neil,â Jai quipped confrontationally. âKind of like that suit. Kidding!â He offered the last word like a bitchy teenager whoâd just been called out. Neil replied with a middle finger as he sucked his gut in even more.
âSo, whatâs the plan now?â Amir asked, hoping to break the tension.
âParty? Relax. Drink.â Jai said all the words dully, as if reading off a teleprompter.
âWhere?â
âI dunno, around the pool probs. Thatâs usually where the hotties hang during the day. There'll be parties and clubs at night.â
âYouâve been here before?â Neil asked, clenching his abs as hard as possible to his red faced reflection.
âHere here? No, but these places are all pretty similar. Spa, gym, pool, second pool, hot tubs, clubs, restaurants. Itâs all about mixing and mingling.â Amir changed into his black suit and pulled on a loose fitting top that hid his arms. Not from embarrassment but from the sun. Neil finished dressing himself with a tank top.
âWanna look around?â Amir offered.
âYou guys take a walk. Iâm gonna wait for Radden.â
âWhere is he? Checking us in couldnât take that long.â
âOh, heâs probably flirting with a manager or booking appointments. He loves a spa day.â Jai spent several minutes discussing the multitude of expensive spa time heâd experienced over the past few months, including the lurid detail that Radden always wanted a blowjob afterwards. Amir had never minded the sex talk; it was pretty normal among homos. But the way Jai described it always felt kind of⌠icky. Very Radden centric. Radden wants a blowjob. Radden only tops.
The pair left to explore, Neil started complaining about Radden and Jai, but Amir distracted him with the buildings, pools, clubs, and every hot man they walked past. Radden had said this was a gay resort, but Amir hadnât expected it to be entirely men top to bottom. Every employee was a work of art. The guests ranged from ultra mega hot to merely passable, but they all exuded a level of wealth he couldnât really begin to comprehend.
They went into a shop that sold nothing but tiny swim briefs in a variety of colors and patterns. Amir found some that look suspiciously similar to the one Jai was wearing, in a range of neon colors ordered like a pride flag. He tried to show Neil but found him outside the store.
âGoddam, look at those!â Neilâs voice rang green with envy for all to hear. He was slack jawed, staring at a dark-skinned (though Amir had no idea how natural the color was) man in an orange swim brief that made his dick look terrifyingly massive. But Neil hadnât even noticed that. Instead, his eyes were fixated on a pair of thick juicy pecs that rose like dough from his chest, pushing out wide and broad, forcing the nipples down, almost underneath the curve of the muscle. They were so prominent and hard, Amir felt certain he could probably balance a drink on them.
âYou should probably stop staring.â
âI wanna touch âem.â Neil gasped. âI wanna grab âem and lick âem and ugh. Ugh. I want to have a pair on me!â He grabbed his own, not unnoticeable chest, like a pair of breasts and shook them for an imaginary audience. Then he deflated visibly.
âIâm sorry Neil,â Amir didnât really know what to say.
âNothing, itâs fine. Iâm being dramatic.â
âAnd jealous.â
âIs it obvious?â Amir burst out laughing despite Neilâs seriousness. He silenced himself and offered a quick apology.
âBut yes, it is obvious.â
After a few more minutes of walking and admiring the resort and the men, Neil finally spoke up again. âI want a body like that.â
âWell, ask Jai. Or hell, ask Radden since heâs probably the one who knows how to get it.â He wasnât sure how old Radden was, but he was definitely hot.
âIs that weird?â
âHe paid for us to come to an expensive resort for two weeks. I donât think anything is weird at this point.â
âWhy did we agree to come to a strange resort with our friend's new boyfriend?â Neil asked suddenly, giggling and shaking his head.
âBecause we wanted to be featured on some murder mystery podcast?â Amir replied with a playful shrug.
â--
They didnât see Jai or Radden until dinner. Their phones pinged with a dinner reservation notification that didnât have an RSVP option. The place had several restaurants and this one overlooked the ocean with rattan furniture and excessive candlelight. Jai, dressed in a skintight, white shirt that looked like it chafed his nipples, offered droopy, drunken eyes and a giddy smile as they walked up. Radden also wore white, though his wasnât spray painted on. He had a blush across his cheeks, likely from booze but seemed to carry himself better than Jai.
âEvening, dolls,â his silky voice greeted them calmly. He stood up and offered Neil a fake handshake before pulling him into a hug that pressed Neilâs face into his chest and then seated him next to himself. Amir was grateful to take the seat between his friends.
âWe walked around. This place is gorgeous,â Amir answered when asked about their day.
âWe went to the spa!â Jai burst out in rapturous giggles.
âNothing better than a massage to start a trip,â Radden cocked a smirk at Jai as he spoke and Amir remembered Jai detailing Raddenâs post massage routine. âSpeaking of, I booked you two with some stuff for tomorrow.â He pointed quickly between Neil and Amir as he spoke. Radden reached over and tenderly rubbed Neilâs shoulders while devouring him with his eyes. Neil shyly looked away, but glanced back to see Radden glowering at him. The shoulder rubbing seemed to intensify.
Amir, eager for a distraction, chimed in. âYou didnât have to do that.â
âBut I wanted to!â Radden insisted with almost childlike glee.
âWhat, uh,â Neilâs voice broke as Radden seemingly plunged his fingers into a knot deep within Neil. It took Neil several seconds to recover. âWhat did you book?â
âMassage. Facials. Is there something else youâd want?â Raddenâs voice tried to play soft and coy, but there was always something slightly predatory about it. He punctuated his question by tapping Neil on the chest then rolling his finger in circles around his nipple. Neil gazed into Raddenâs eyes like a starstruck superfan.
âUmm, I mean, I did wanna ask you⌠stuff,â Neil was never one to be shy or bashful. Heâd never once stuttered when complaining or asking for a refund. But he was down bad for this hunk. Neil tried to turn his face away, but Radden slipped his hand under Neilâs chin and directed his face towards his own before leaning in so close they were almost kissing.
âAnd whatâs that?â Neil flushed red and rolled his eyes like having an orgasm. Amir looked at Jai who seemed content just sort of staring off into the distance. Heâd figured his new bitch personality would assert itself, but apparently he was the passive in all aspects of this relationship.
Neil seemed to hesitate before responding, or maybe it was just the orgasmic release he was experiencing from Raddenâs hands. When he finally responded, it was a moany, breathy voice unlike his normal one. âW-workout tips? Like, how, how are you so hot?â Raddenâs face lit up like a kid who got their birthday wish after blowing out the candles.
âOh, I can definitely help with that! After dinner, Iâll take you down to the gym. Jai and I already did our workout today. But I can get you set up. Youâll be absolutely amazed what good nutrition and a trainer can do. You wonât believe how quickly it can work.â
The rest of the meal was less dramatic. Radden swapped between being kissing and controlling with Jai, ordering for him and chiding him for slouching, and then being weirdly physical with Neil, brushing him or touching him or just peering into his eyes with devoted passion.Â
Amir felt like he was watching it all from the outside, and he partially was. His presence at the table went almost entirely unnoticed unless he spoke up. He didnât really mind. Heâd enjoyed some cocktails throughout the day and the wine with dinner. By the end of the meal, he offered a quick goodbye as Radden directed Jai and Neil towards the gym, one arm hanging over the shoulder of each. Amir turned around after a few steps and watched as Radden shifted his hands to grope the cheek of each boyâs butt as they went.
It was weird. Really weird. The kind of weird that a less sleepy Amir might have thought about more. But right now, all he really wanted was to sleep off the travel and the booze and wake up tomorrow morning refreshed and ready.
â--
Amir had literally never felt so relaxed in his entire life. The massage removed tension he didnât even know he had and the facial left him physically energized and on a strange emotional high. Everything just seemed really great!
He hung around the room afterwards, expecting Neil to show up from his sessions, but he never did. Eventually, he tired of waiting and slipped on his bathing suit to hit the pool. It was packed with well-to-do men with harsh six-packs, juicy pecs, and bubbly butts. Designer labels clung to their suits and shoes and sunglasses like branded grades on cattle.
This was not a place of modesty. Everyone else was wearing something tight and vibrant, usually a well cut speedo though a few did have short little legs on the sides, usually older gents. No one wore black. Except Amir, whose baggy, black swimsuit might have made him feel self-conscious if he wasnât still high on post massage endorphins. Fortunately, he was still feeling delightfully relaxed and at ease and just in a generally pleasant mood.
Heâd meant to bring a book or something to do, but instead found himself slurping down cocktails brought by attentive staff and just sort of staring at the hot men and the beautiful water. He should have been bored or restless, but anytime his mind started to wander it just fizzled out. This was good enough; being here was good enough. Being happy. His empty brained revelry ended when a dark shadow cast over him. He glanced up to see a muscular, older man in Dolce and Gabbana staring down at him happily.
Radden made himself comfortable on the lounger with Amir, cozying up like an intimate friend, and placed one hand on his thigh.
âHow are you feeling, Amir?â His voice oozed sensuality.
âGood, really good.â
âIâm glad,â Radden purred while drifting his hand high on Amirâs thigh, brushing under the hemline of his swimsuit. âI want us to have fun. Whatever that means to you.â He whispered the words with unspoken meaning that made the hair on Amirâs legs stand on end.
âYeah, thanks,â Amirâs voice, intended to be strong but strict, instead came out small and wimpy.
âOf course, darling. And you know, if there's something you want, feel free to ask.â
âMmhmm,â Amir couldnât do more than moan as Raddenâs hand reached further up his leg, brushing his manicured fingers into the slip between his thigh and hips.
âGood, glad you understand,â he finished with a kiss on the cheek that made Amirâs heart flutter. He pulled back and turned to leave, and Amir took the moment to admire the absolute size of Raddenâs package, bouncing happily in a seafoam speedo. His mouth watered uncontrollably. A part of him wanted to call out, to say something to keep Raddenâs attention, but it was quelled by the arrival of a staff member, bronzed to perfection, offering him another beverage with an obscenely white smile. He took it with a drunken grin and immediately slurped down the fizzy beverage.
He stayed for hours, applying some sunscreen the resort supplied and just admiring the patrons. Jai and Radden occasionally passed through, offering small waves before talking with other couples. It got more rambunctious as time wore on, younger guys became looser and freer, flirting aggressively and dancing sexually on the men with the most expensive watches or sunglasses. They flashed brand labels heâd never heard of but found himself obsessing over, wondering what they were, where they came from, and how much they cost.
Amir was not a fancy dresser. There was a part of him, the part that scrolled social media too frequently, that always imagined what it would be like to be like that. To parade around a hot (probably chemically altered) body in designer clothing, acting carefree. Peacocking about just to show off the goods, otherwise why the hell would you work so hard to have them. D&G sunglasses, Versace speedo, some silly, expensive bracelet that looked like it came from a vending machine. He watched as one guy, unnaturally tanned with jet black hair swept backwards like an ominous tidal wave, bounced his bikini briefed buttocks on the face of a man wearing tons of jewelry who seemed absolutely enthralled. Amir could be like. Maybe. Maybe he could be the hottie with the body acting a fool for laughs or gifts or fucks.
That bizarre train of thought actually snapped Amir back to reality. He laughed, feeling like heâd probably just woken up from a silly dream resulting from too much sun and too much booze. He resolved to sober up for the night, eat dinner, and head to bed.
â--
Amir hadnât seen any of the others since the afternoon. He got food at a grab-and-go type cafe and ate in the privacy of the room. Initially, heâd hoped to see Neil and catch up about the day. He wondered if heâd seen him passed out by the pool. But the need for sleep came quickly, and before he knew it, heâd stripped off his clothing and crawled into bed in a pair of cheap boxers he kept just for sleeping in.
Amir awoke in the dark of the night to a slamming cupboard and running water. He heard muttering from the other side.
âNeil?â he went to the door and whispered.
âOh, um, heyyy, Amir,â his voice was drawn out and slurry, sounding both drunk and stoned.
âYou alright? I havenât seen you all day.â
âYeah,â the h sounded like a relieved sigh. âI was at the spa. It was really fun. Iâm gonna go back tomorrow.â
âWait really? What did they do?â Amir jiggled with the door but found it locked.
âJust like, a massage and stuff. It was so relaxing. I really needed it.â
âOh, okay,â Amir felt like he was talking at a club where the other person was only half hearing what he was saying. âYou need anything?â
âSleep, Iâm super sleepy. Just gonna rinse off and sleep.â Amir wanted to ask Neil some more questions but he found himself drawn back to his bed and fell asleep without effort.
â--
It turns out Neil wasnât the only person hitting the spa the next day. Radden had seemingly booked treatments every day at random times. Massages, facials, cleansings, steams, saunas, manicures, foot scrubs, acupuncture, Amir kept getting notices on his phone of another booking, with easy check-in and constant reminders. And he went. It felt a little too aggressive, a little too showy. But then again, he had happily flown here on Raddenâs PJ. Itâs not entirely shocking that heâd throw money around like a drag queen throwing shade.
The first few days rolled together. After yet another session where handsome staff doted over him obsessively, if he didnât end up lolling around a pool or on a beach, Radden or Jai were grabbing his attention, insisting on hot tubbing or checking out guys or dancing or eating or doing shots. Each day, he kept not seeing Neil. And while he wanted to worry, every time it crossed his mind, Radden seemed to pop up out of nowhere to distract him with another drink, another event, another shopping trip.
Despite the fact that they seemed to own everything in the shop already, Radden and Jai always took a cruise through the resortâs stores each day. And they always picked up some new designer piece, whether it was a shiny watch, tight swimwear, or just some generic piece of trash that would likely sit on a shelf for a few years before being tossed in a refuse pile. Heâd watched Radden try on pair after pair of spandex swimming suits in pastel colors with floral prints that Jai seemed to ooh and aah and agonize over. Jai spent nearly an hour obsessing over turtle shell engraved bracelets that all looked the same to Amir. Each time, Radden always tried to get Amir to try something on. Amirâs attempts at resistance became more and more perfunctory each time.
âWhat about these?â Radden handed Amir a pair of square shaped, black sunglasses trimmed in gold around the lenses. They looked good. Amir put them on, admiring how they framed his face, the harsh lines perhaps a bit too bold for his square face. He turned his head, admiring the cut of his jaw line when he noticed the sides had the most ostentatious logo he had ever seen. D&G embossed on a golden plaque attached on each side. It was utterly, completely, fabulously ridiculous. He wanted them so much.
Amir couldnât even hide his desire. âI mean, I like them,â he tried to sound nonchalant but failed miserably. âTheyâre probably really expensive.â
âNothingâs expensive, babe,â Radden winked as he whisked the glasses off Amirâs head, an AmEx Black already in his other hand. They were bought and back on his face within seconds.
He couldnât stop admiring his reflection in the mirror. Amir liked it. Really liked it. Liked it on a level he hadnât even imagined liking something before. All the sun and spa treatments had given his dark skin an almost ethereal glow, like spit-shined leather. Soft and supple but strangely masculine. He felt imbued with a strange confidence, a need to sort of strut, to puff out his chest and stick out his butt and hold himself with all the attitude of a needy social media influencer.
After that, it was a little easier to let go and just sort of flow. Radden wanted him to add tanning sessions at the spa and soon his skin had taken on an artificial sheen that matched Jai. He refused to hop into a swim brief, but accepted designer shirts and sandals. Soon, he was misting himself with aromatic colognes from brands heâd never heard of while sipping on champagne, real champagne, and gossiping about celebrity plastic surgery.
And still, Neil was nowhere to be seen. He heard him, each night, in the bathroom, and could see the remnants, opened toothpaste and used floss, of his activities. But he hadnât come face to face in days. And that should have worried Amir. Really it should.
He knew that it should. But he didnât care. He was having fun. Real fun, the kind of fun you see people on TV having. Everyday was just another party. Every man was a stunning stud with bulging biceps and hard cut abs who flounced and flirted without a care in the world. More and more, he spent afternoons chatting with overly muscled hunks with jaw implants and waxed bodies who giggly happily about getting fucked and who only worried about the calorie count of a cocktail and who was paying attention to them.
â--
Jai started taking him to an early morning aerobics class where swarms of beautiful men with perfect (and likely plastic) jaws and chins shoved their nuclear tanned muscles into shiny lycra that hugged each and every curve and striation as though desperately clinging onto a lifeboat. Mister Giant Pecs, the one Neil has drooled over, was shirtless, wearing peach color tights that shimmered in the morning light and did nothing to hide his massive bulge. Another stud with huge blond hair and an unending, dopey smile was shoved into a yellow leotard that sunk between his ass cheeks and wasnât big enough to cover his pecs, instead the straining fabric nestled underneath his pecs. With the thin straps rolling over his shoulders, it looked like a window into his chest.
Amir wanted to die. Thankfully, he wasnât the only one who was struggling. Sweat, scented with poppers and booze, seeped out of every man as they strived to cut the teeniest bit of fat or water from their bodies to be just a smidge hotter, make the waist just a bit smaller, make Daddy just a bit harder.
But the atmosphere of the class was infectious, cotton candy in event form. Despite the grueling workout and the aching pain, like heâd had teeth extracted from his muscles with no drugs, everyone was happy. The instructors had the wild enthusiasm of theme park guides, every man in the class giggled and groaned with each new movement. Vapid pretty boys constantly encouraged him to push harder, stretch further, breath deeper. And he did. Each time a little better, a little harder, a little tougher.
He had never felt so much pain and so much pleasure simultaneously. The dopey fun and physical arrogance on display made him horny and competitive. And before he knew it, he was prancing to a Britney song alongside the rest of them. Afterwards, he asked Jai to sign him up for every additional class they had.
â--
Another day, another shopping trip, Radden clenched Jaiâs speedo clad buttocks with one hand while keeping the other tightly wrapped around Amirâs waist. The physical contact, the almost pathological need for it, from Radden had initially bothered Amir. But now, it just was. That was Radden. He was gonna hold and touch and rub and kiss and there was nothing Amir could do to stop it. Nor did he want to anymore. It felt like getting attention from a movie star.
Without warning, Radden shoved baby blue briefs into Amirâs face, rubbing it in like a chloroform soaked rag intent on knocking him out. It was stretchy and sexy. But what really caught Amirâs eye was the waistband. Heâd seen it dozens of times on internet âmodelsâ and obscenely wealthy trophy boys. The repeating Grecian pattern of Versace. God, he wanted it so fucking badly.Â
But there was no way, no power in heaven or earth, that could convince him to put such a tiny thing on. There was no way he was walking around this palace of sin with fat rolls hanging out while everyone else looked like they were sculpted from the world's most perfect marble by the most talented hands to ever carve stone.
Just looking at the suit made him kind of hard.
He wasnât sure what it was, specifically, about that waistband that infested his mind so effectively. Perhaps it was the almost vulgarity of it, the prominence of the label, the idea of having a brand instead of a personality. He loved it. He hated himself for loving it. And that kind of made him love it more.
But he would not wear them. Not today at least. Radden insisted on something, anything other than his basic black suit. In the end, Radden made him try on a pair of floral print jammers that had the illusion of being loose while still fitting tighter than his underwear. The flowery pattern (a sort of shimmery orange on a blue suit) seemed to glow on his body.
âThose workout classes are paying off,â Radden purred in his ear like a sex deprived vixen. Amir knew, knew knew knew, this was messed up. He might not have been fat per se, but there had definitely been a noticeable ridge around his waist that should, at this very moment, be spilling over the side of the elastic waistband, flipping it upside down underneath the roll.
But it wasnât there. He wasnât cut. There were no visible abs or even hints of. But his waist, while thick and stocky, formed a smooth line from his rib cage down to his hips. The suit fit fine. Not the aesthetically superb bodies all those other boys had. But he honestly felt so fucking sexy in it. His skin radiated and glowed, his face looked light and heavenly. Wrinkles and lines that should have dotted his face had seemingly vanished under the skin treatments and massages. His skin looked weightless, ageless almost. Vivacious. He barely even processed Radden buying them.
Radden made him wear them out of the store. His previous suit was left in a trash can. Amir felt different. It made him want to walk differently, to feel the tight fabric glide across his thighs and sink into his ass crack. He rolled one leg over the over, causing his buttocks to sway behind him. And he giggled happily when Raddenâs rough hand possessively groped his spandexed ass.
â--
He paid more and more attention to the vapid himbos. No longer just admiring their asses or envying their pecs, but really focusing on their behavior. They were all so bouncy, there was no other word to describe it. They moved with a spring in their step, every time they got excited they seemed to jump up and down which caused their massive pecs to tremble and their gorgeous asses to shake like a rap video. Every movement oozed sexuality, their confident struts or rolling hips and puffed out chests were obvious. But it was the little things, the way a guy bent over, forcing his ass out just a bit too much, or how another seemed to just touch everyone whenever he spoke, that drew his attention. There was a need to show-off and a need for validation, each reinforcing the other.
Speaking of, one of those hyper muscles himbos, this one with a gravity defying quiff and a lime green speedo containing an ass that shook gloriously with every movement, was rubbing a giant black dildo between his pecs while two older men groped him lecherously. The himbo seemed to be having the time of his life, titty fucking himself to ogling onlookers. And Amir had to admire, those were the nicest pecs heâd ever seen. Huge, round, high and tight, luscious hard mounds of striated muscle that would never be contained by a shirt or jacket or sweater, permanently on display. Which is surely the point. No one spends that much time, money, and energy making those perfect meaty globes without wanting to show them off to the world. It made him think of Neil, ever envious of perfect pecs. In fact, this dude would probably make Neil cream himself on site.
But as he got closer, he couldnât help but notice that despite the bronzed, smooth skin and blissful smile, that face was awfully fucking familiar.
âNeil? What. The. Fuck?â For a brief moment, the mental fog Amir had been under thinned. The image of his friend, formerly uptight and always on the verge of arguing, titty fucking himself in broad daylight and laughing like a moron snatched him fully to reality.
âO.M.Geee! Amir, like, yay! Where have you been?â Neilâs voice had never been deep, but it had always contained a sort of rough edge, like he was moments away from shouting. But now it was airy and empty, Loud but soft, like it couldnât ever be angry or sad.
âWhere have you been?â
âThe spa!â Neil licked his lips lasciviously to the delight of the older men. Neil giggled in response as one of them groped his pecs aggressively.
âWhat happened to you?â
âUmm, I dunno. Radden set me up with some super fun treatments! Because, like, he said I was being so fun and he wanted me to have fun!â
âListen Neil, something-â
âNiko, Radden wants me to go by Niko now! Isnât that, like, so fucking cute!â Yes, it was fucking cute. This version of Neil was halfway between adorable and cum-on-sight-able. His now long hair was unnaturally blond and voluminous. The face was the same, just prettier somehow: the cheekbones a bit stronger, the jaw a bit more defined, the eyes a touch wider. The body, on the other hand, was absolutely astounding. It wasnât even like Neil had improved. No, this titanâs body looked like a gymnast on steroids. The waist was minuscule, the pecs bobbled out in front of his body like floating balloons. His thighs were thick and veiny, seemingly like they should move mountains as he marched, but instead slipped over each other with dainty precision.
âListen, Neil-â
âNiko, baaaabes!â Even the correction has such an air of passive joy that Amir almost forgot what he was saying.
âNiko,â Amir continued, the name slipping through gritted lips though it tasted like silk as he said it. It felt good to say. Calming and soothing. Fun. âBut like, Niko⌠what happened?â
âWhen?â He bounced his pecs obliviously while sipping on a neon green drink with a curly emerald straw.
âWhen you, ummâŚ. With Radden?â
âOh!â Niko's voice perked up when Amir said his name and he couldnât help but notice a stiffening in Niko's speedo. âYeah we, like, talked. I told him I wanted to be hot. And he helped! He is sooooo sweet!â Niko giggled, like schoolgirl giggled, and then grabbed Amirâs hand and placed it on the curve of his pec right over his nipple. And then bounced them happily, causing Amirâs fingers to rub over his nipple as Nikoâs eyes rolled back into his head.
Amir was taken aback. He and his friends were many things, but not sexually active with each other. It seemed gauche. And many a queer groups had broken up over break ups and jealousy and hook-ups. But the most shocking thing about it was how not Neilâs type Amir had ever been. Neil liked guys who looked like they walked off the cover of a fitness magazine, plastic sheen and all. But now, here he was, forcing him to rub his nipples while making orgasm faces with no shame or embarrassment.
It was hot. So fucking hot. And for a brief moment, that hotness was all consuming.
But then Radden arrived. Somehow, Niko became even bubblier, his sexual aura spiking to eleven as he ran and jumped into the much taller manâs arms and proceeded to make out like two guys in a porno. Again, soooo hot. But then Amir remembered Jai and wondered how heâd feel. But there he was, another pink speedo covering his essentials and pink sunglasses over his eyes. He had a snotty smirk on his face as he sauntered up, drawing the hungry eyes of men nearby.
âListen slut,â Jai commanded. The pair stopped kissing but Radden still held Niko, whose arms and legs were coiled around Raddenâs body. âIâm the boyfriend. Youâre just a side piece, got it.â
âBabe, thatâs, like, soooo hot!â Niko might have twirled his hair if his hands were free. Jai looked satisfied at the response.
âIâm the queen bee. Youâre just a fun, dumb fuck doll. Fun and dumb,â Jaiâs words had all the venom of a teen queen.
âAnd I need to be filled with cum!â Niko responded obliviously. Jai just laughed and agreed.Â
âI need a refill. Weâre going,â Jai ordered Niko, who nodded like a golden retriever. He took one last gooey kiss from a satisfied Radden before bending over backwards, his legs still around Raddenâs waist, and then performing a backwards handspring to right himself. Radden swatted his ass as Jai grabbed his hand and pulled him away. They minced towards the bar together, swishing their hips to show off the prime real estate to the pleasure of everyone watching.
A smug Radden wiped his face and watched lecherously as the two sauntered off. Amir, on the other hand, immediately turned and hustled the other direction. He slipped past a trio of bangable bros in tight suits who were playfully grabbing at each otherâs crotches. Through the lobby, past the shops, swiping his bracelet for the elevator and immediately heading upstairs to his room.
Weird things were going on in his head. Things and thoughts that didnât make any sense. Watching Nei-Niko⌠Niko make out with Radden was weird, right? Radden was Jaiâs boyfriend. But Jai didnât care. Maybe they had an open relationship? That would at least make sense. His brain kept dancing around the actual questions he wanted to think: what the hell had happened to Neiko. Neiko. Ne-ne-Niko.
Ugh, it made his head hurt. Surely, the booze didnât help. Nor did the sun, the workouts, the protein, the long nights and endless debauchery. He felt very lightheaded and not like he had the previous days. His head felt dizzy and uncomfortable, not the effervescent fluffiness that had been slowly turning his brain into cotton candy. He felt like vomiting or maybe passing out, but then a very strong set of arms wrapped themselves around him and pulled him into a muscular body so tightly he almost gagged on the scent of Armani cologne.
âFeeling alright, doll? You ran away so quickly, I knew I needed to come check on you,â Radden whispered in his ears. Amir couldn't tell if he wanted to push off or snuggle in. He settled for doing neither, simply looking up to stare into his wondrous eyes. He reached down and cupped Amirâs face like Hamlet holding a skull. âYou are so very pretty. You know that, right? All three of you, honestly. You just need a little touch up.â
Amir wanted to fight back, to squirm and pull away, but he also wanted to sink into Raddenâs eyes and voice and just let himself dive into his muscled body like some romance novel slut.
âJai had those pretty, pretty lips that just NEED to be on a dick. And Niko, well, those pecs are the stuff of dreams and now he can live out his fantasies of being a cum whore in peace. But you, you dear, sweet, Amir, you have a glorious ass. And I bet a pretty pink hole under there that is just quivering to take me.â
Amir bit his lips and looked at Radden with eyes made of melting butter.
âYouâre going to look so hot taking my cock and squealing like the little whore I know is inside you.â
âBut first,â Radden pushed Amir back, analyzing him coldly. âYou need to get some work.â Amir tried to speak up but Radden shoved a thick finger in his mouth, silencing him. âNothing major, nothing you donât want. Just a hot body, bigger muscles, really turn that ass into a work of art. And tousle the hair, fill the lips, you know I think a big bottom looks great with a bit of a pelvic tilt. Not too much, donât want to ruin a prize bull. But youâve got those beautiful features and some bronzer wouldnât hurt. No, no, Daddyâs got it all worked out. You just need to hit up the spa starting tomorrow.â
Amir didnât speak, lips sucking on Raddenâs finger in surprising delight. He tasted salty and musky and his brain couldnât help but obsess over what his cock would taste like.
âItâll take a few days, you know. But donât worry. Iâll be keeping an eye on you. And your friends wonât even notice youâre away. After all, theyâre just dumb cumsluts now. Donât you think thatâs so hot?â
There wasnât room for disagreement. Amir just nodded, eyes wide as he stared into Raddenâs brown orbs.
âGood. Remember, Daddy knows best. And starting tomorrow, youâre gonna do what Daddy says.â He ruffled Amirâs hair affectionately and pulled his finger out of Amir's mouth with a loud pop. âNow, get some rest. Tomorrowâs a big day, beautiful.â Amirâs brain felt mushy and odd, like the grey matter burst into rainbows and glitter that made it impossible to do anything other than smile and nod. He stripped off his wayward bathing suit and threw himself into the plush comforts of his bed with nary a thought in his head.
â--
Amir awoke to a pair of gorgeous men in tight, white uniforms knocking on his door, offering him a fluffy robe and slippers, before ushering him down the service elevator straight into the spa. The air smelled like honeysuckle and buttercream while an army of men of all shapes, colors, and ethnicities kept busy tending to their work.
He stripped at a locker before being directed to a sauna where he spent a few minutes soaking in the heat before being put under a cold shower and then moved to a steam room filled with overpowering oils. His body was scrubbed, then he swapped between hot and cold tubs before returning to a massage table where a man of unknowable ethnicity treated his body like unmolded clay and pushed and prodded his muscles into a new shape. Then facials and more scrubs, microneedles embedded into his face, and then a man who looked like a circus strongman pulled and twisted his hips in strange ways that made his back pop constantly.
He spent most of it wearing noise cancelling headphones that played soothing chants backed by repetitive static. The only interruption came when he was given orders: turn over, stand up, sit down. No one ever explained what was happening, only what to do. Which was fine with him. He felt an overwhelming calm echoing around inside his skull, making it feel as though his brain wasnât present at all.
The day ended with Amir strapped down on a table while a collection of long needles were inserted throughout his body, along the edge of every major muscle group. And then they began pulsing. Tingly, nearly painful, waves of electricity spasmed through his body, each moment feeling like heâd just worked out his muscles to their fullest, only to immediately be forced back into the exercise at a higher weight or greater intensity. All the while, he could do nothing except twitch and drool as the physical exertion overpowered what little remained of his brainpower.
Before he knew it, he was again wearing a robe and slippers, consuming recovery beverages the texture of mucus, as the techs took measurements and prepared him for tomorrow. He stood up dizzily and was gently escorted back to his room by hypervigilant attendants.
The process repeated over several days. New treatments were introduced. Sterilized needles were inserted into his lips and along his jaw and chin that injected strange, stiff gels that made him feel like heâd been stung by a bee. His hair was wrapped in foil and subjected to treatments under an old fashioned hair dryer while he was allowed to watch porn videos of hot guys looking rapturous as they got railed by older men.
Soon the massages were followed by waxing, where each tiny little follicle of hair anywhere below his neckline was evicted from his body with resounding glee from a babyfaced technician with red hair spiked sky high. The muscle twitch needles followed again, sending larger and larger pulses of electricity through every inch of fiber in his body, thrusting his pecs and pulling his lats and crunching his abdominals over and over again. It hurt tremendously, but like a gym burn, like heâd just exceed his limits and immediately set new, higher goals. The needle placement slowly changed, further apart as he muscles responded to the stimuli and sustenance, as they grew into a bulky, masculine form like a gymnast in his prime. Those sessions were always followed by intense stretching where his legs were slowly pressed into perfectly straight lines, front to back, side to side, and over his head.
The back popper happened more frequently, moving up and down his spine, seeming to snap things into place. It kept feeling deeper, like the change happened further inside the spine, altering his stance outright. He began spending extra time right at his hips, pushing his buttocks back and forth in a small thrusting motion. His thumbs remained firmly pressed against Amirâs butthole the entire time, creating a not unpleasant sensation throughout the process.
The chanting began forming into words. Fun words. Things that made him want to have fun. To be fun. To not worry or think or stress. Instead, he focused on how good it felt to be pretty, to wear pretty clothes, to make men horny just by looking at you. God, he wanted men to get hard just seeing him! Wouldnât that be the life, to be so fucking sexy that hot guys just threw themselves at him? And heâd want them all. Want to take them all. Want to be filled by their hard rods past the point of sanity, until he was just a writhing and moaning mass of muscles and rainbows.
He was constantly hard. And leaking. And harder muscles made his brain leak, too. Pesky thoughts and fears just drained out as his personality got polished and shined and plasticized. Nothing deep, nothing interesting. Surface. Hot. Fun. Dumb.
â--
Time became meaningless. His days were just cycles of being tended to in one way or another. It felt right. It felt like what he deserved. Another massage, some lotion, hair styling, and then suddenly things changed. The attendants took him to a large room with a circular multi-panel mirror. Andd he saw himself for the first time.
He was GORGEOUS!
Every inch of his dark skin, denuded of hair, now shone in amber brilliance, luminescent, obviously artificial, and perfectly smooth. No human on earth naturally had this color. It was a testament to tanning and skincare, a proclamation that the person who cultivated this amber glaze obsessed over their physical appearance on a level most people could only dream of.
Amirâs face had been cute, charming even, in the right lighting. But now it would stop traffic. His cheekbones rode high and wide on his formerly blocky face, giving it some harsh angularity that put runway models to shame. His lips were fuller, pinker, and hung ever so slightly open, a constant seductive pout. Bushy brows had been plucked and laminated into dark blades, inviting people to stare into his wider eyes whose brown color looked a bit lighter now, woodier with fantasies of forest greens amidst the bark. And on top of it all was bleach blond, pure white hair, mostly swept back but a few loose curls dangled just above his left eye.
But that was just the start. Amirâs body, previously thick and slightly flabby and devoid of any visible muscle, now shamed Apollo. His lats spread wider than his chest, reshaping him into a stunning male hourglass, thick, wide shoulders that cascaded into meaty pecs before tightening into hearty, natural absâ the kind of abs that existed for more than vanity, they suggested that he could bend or twirl into positions unimaginable by an average man.
All of that was nothing. Below his abs, his body ballooned out into the most delicious, curvy, round, perky, prominent, aggressively sexual ass heâd ever seen. This ass wasnât a dumptruck, it was a fucking pickup truck because men would be riding in the back constantly! It was perfect! Huge and high and muscular with just the perfect level of fleshy bouncy that shook and wiggled with every step. It belonged on the Mount Rushmore of asses, a thing of such phenomenal beauty it just begged to be used.
And the thought of being used, of being fucked until dawn by some aggressive mega-dicked top with the stamina of a breeding ox just filled him with such passion, such lust, he couldnât help but bite his lips like a vixen hoping to entice men. He wanted, no he needed, to be seen. Not as a person but as a sexual object.Â
God it made him feel so hot.
He stood, utterly transfixed by the myriad of flawless reflections that cooed back at him with ravenous, sexual hunger in their eyes. His hips tilted forward slightly, a little curve in his lower back, that caused his ass to jut out a bit further, a bit higher, a bit more enticing, like a fleshy bait to lure cocks to his hole. Never, in his life, had he stood in front of a mirror totally naked and felt nothing but admiration for the form before him. It had no flaws, no worries. There was nothing to improve. He looked like an Olympic gymnast with a great plastic surgeon who made millions of dollars on OnlyFans doing nothing more than exposing his body and offering sultry looks.
âWell, well, well,â the deep, breathy words came from behind Amir. He turned to see Radden, in a leopard print Versace speedo and a delicate linen button down left open to show off his pecs and abs, clapping softly as he admired Amirâs new form. âYou look perfect,â he purred. Amir might have blushed, but instead he just posed, pushing out his glutes more and puffing up his lips as though offering a kiss. Radden strut over, the leopard print covered package bounding from side to side in a mouth watering and hole wetting display. Amir looked up expectantly as he approached, eager for more approval.
Radden didnât say more, he just took in the sight of Amirâs altered form, playing with the curls in his hair and patting his muscles as though inspecting a product. He cupped Amirâs balls with one hand, gliding his fingers across their newfound smoothness in gentle appreciation. His other hand nestled up inside Amirâs gigantic booty until one finger was firmly planted on his butthole. Amir bit his lip and released a lush, porny moan that he would never, ever have made before. But now it slipped out as naturally as blinking.
âGood boy,â he whispered erotically into Amirâs ear. Amir whimpered submissively in response and then his face twisted into a lustful smirk as he began rolling his butt, slowly snaking Raddenâs finger inside his hole. Radden let him continue for a few moments, proudly baring down on his latest conquest before pulling off as Amir released a squeaky whine.
âNot yet,â Radden put a finger over Amirâs lips. âWe still have work to do. Now,â he turned the technicians with dispassionate professionalism. âIs everything as ordered?â
They confirmed, laying out a list of detailed improvements Radden had commanded: lips, cheeks, muscles, glutes, brain, personality. Amir just stood silently, not paying attention, as the details of his own transformation were laid bare. He did catch a few words, specific measurement of pelvic tilt, gluteal curvature, reformatted personality type. But none of that was very interesting. Radden, looking so serious and business-like, was more fun to watch. Despite being dressed in a showy speedo, he still commanded the room and the men in it like a ruthless CEO acquiring a rival company. Amir got hard again.
âNow that thatâs settled,â Radden returned his attention to Amir. His voice dropped the harsh tones heâd addressed the help with and adopted the cloyingly sweet tones he used talking to his boytoys. âWe just have a few more things to do, okay baby?â Amir was given a collection of jewelry, a turtle embossed bracelet, a dainty little silver chain, and a tiny stud in his nose. With grandiose flourish, as though introducing this season's debutante, he produced a tiny pair of baby blue fabric with a Grecian design on it. The Versace swim briefs from earlier. Amir clapped giddily and reached for them, but Radden shushed him and insisted on dressing him like a doll. He stepped into the swimsuit and Radden slid the tight fabric over his smoothed and enlarged legs, forced it backwards over the luscious rump of his titanic ass and pressed his cock and balls downwards as he allowed the waistband of the suit to snap around his tiny waist.
Amir creamed himself immediately.
âNow thatâs my beautiful boy,â Radden cooed. âOh, and one final note. Since you are such a good boy, arenât you?â Amir nodded eagerly. âSee, youâre almost perfect now, so pretty, so stupid, so obsessed with cock and cum that youâll treat your body like a holy temple dedicated to the pleasures of homosexuality. And that temple deserves a good name, doesnât it? Not Amir. Thatâs so boring, so lame. You wanna be fun and simple and stupid and hot, right doll?â
Ami was so hard, despite having just cum, that not a single drop of blood was pumping to his brain. His vision blurred and a bystander could almost hear the whirring clink of broken joints as Amirâs mind stopped and slowed and ceased. His face nodded in agreement.
âGood, cause I think it would be soooo hot if you were named Rio. R-I-O. Fun, right?â Sparkles, rainbows, a sun exploding into atoms, nothing could quite explain exactly what happened inside his head at that moment. Only that the words broke something, or rather fixed something, permanently.
âTell me your name,â Raddenâs command was strong but seductive, a dom coming home to roost.
âIâm Rio!â Sparkles, rainbows, cotton candy exploded inside his head.
âAgain.â
âIâm Rio!â Sweet, charming, hyper sexual, and completely and utterly devoted. Rio, freed from Amir and his body and brain, shifted just a bit. A bit cockier, looser, gaining full comfort in his new form and function like a prisoner freed from shackles and now standing upright.
Radden walked next to Rio and grabbed his glutes aggressively. Rio forced them back into his hand with a subtle moan. Radden slapped his glutes and watched them jiggle.
âNow, weâre gonna go back to the room and youâre gonna show me that pretty hole I paid for. And Iâm gonna fuck you so hard that anything left behind in that pretty head of yours is gonna melt. Iâm gonna turn your hole into a cavern. My cock is going to become your God and salvation.â Rioâs eyes fluttered and his heart raced at the promise of a good fucking. He needed it, like fundamentally needed it, as much as he needed water and food. Without another word, Radden slipped the D&G sunglasses over Rioâs eyes. The perfect finishing touch for a trophy.
Raddenâs hand pawing as his newfound ass, Rio paraded through the main lobby like a hero from war. He could tell people were looking at him, knew they were devouring his ass with their eyes, knew they were envying Raddenâs huge hand on his bulbous mound. It felt fucking great.
They were both hard and leaking by the time they got the room. Briefs were stripped off unceremoniously, though Radden didnât bother taking off his shirt. He hoisted Rio up and firemanâs carried him into the master suite. Rio didnât spend a second taking in the massive luxury of the room, superior to the practically pitiful room he had by comparison. His entire brain focused on the massive erection riding up from Radden, the purple head bobbing several inches above his bellybutton and dripping with semen.
Unceremoniously, he flipped Rio on his back and pushed his legs over his head, forcing them straight and insisted he keep the toes pointed. All the body reshaping Rio had undergone meant that it was completely natural. Radden admired the hole, praising its color and shape, and then with brutal efficiency, plunged his hard cock inside.
There was nothing romantic about the sex, no emotions, just need. Rio wasnât his boyfriend after all; he was just a hole. And Radden pistoned in and out of him like a beast releasing years of pent up aggression as only sex can. For Rio it was more sparkles and rainbows. A cock, a huge cock, thrusting inside of him and treating his body like a fleshlight was the hottest thing heâd ever experienced. He didnât touch his own dick. He didnât need to. His prostate was what mattered now; the topâs cock is what mattered now. Heâd cum when they did, once they dumped their thick loads inside him and left him sweaty and leaky and ready for more. Rio would always be up for round two. And round three.
It ended quickly but ferociously, with Radden releasing a primal cry into the sky, veins bulging across his neck as the spasming rod inside Rio sent them both into orgasmic bliss. Rioâs own cock blasted out and launched his cum directly into his mouth. He let out a stilted moan as he slurped down his own cum with glee.
â--
Everything was soooo much more fun now. The boytoys got up, worked out, looked hot, and tended to Raddenâs sexual needs. Otherwise, they did whatever they wanted. Theyâd flirt with other hot himbos or rich old men. They got shitfaced drunk and grinded their sweaty bodies on dance floors. The trio even ended up in a gymnastics contest, donning leotards and doing flips and cartwheels with relative ease, although their exaggerated physiques kept them slightly off balance.
Radden kept them color coded for convenience: pink for Jai, green for Niko, blue for Rio. Everyday he picked out matching swimsuits with flashy designer labels prominent and loud. Rioâs collection of high-end sunglasses grew daily as Radden shopped with him, happily choosing the perfect pair for his newest toy.
They still had the spa daily, though now the whole foursome went together and got their facials and massages. Jai still sucked Radden dry after a good massage, but Niko was on hand for a tit fucking while Rio kept his bussy clean and lubed just in case Radden needed to blow off some steam. And of course, any other guy who caught his fancy. Rioâs sex drive had turned from mild to insatiable. He LOVED it. But he never felt satisfied. Within minutes, heâd be ready to search for another dick, another load, another guy to flirt and flounce with.
Rio was hot as fuck, horny as hell, dumb as a rock, and could not have been any happier.
Theyâd have to leave soon, unfortunately. Rio briefly thought about his passport, what had happened to it, but that thought soon dissolved into nothingness. Radden would take care of anything important. His purpose wasnât to stress or worry. That was for ugly people. Himbos like him were supposed to be hot, fun, horny, and available. And he loved it.
This life-changing stone really turned my life for the better after endless struggle trying to break into Hollywood. Simply wishing for things as I held the stone and split seconds later, reality shifted or luck happened to me as I got all sorts of perks that I know I will not be able to get without the help of this stone. I could wish for having a glimmering career easily but then I realize that I want to change a little thing or two with my friends back in my hometown so I bought the fastest ticket back to my hometown and here I am now inside the flight that will take me back to my hometown that I am too ashamed to visit in the past 6 years.
I get the window seat and next to the empty middle seat, in the aisle seat there's this pimply-looking nerd and he seems very distraught. We have a quick chat and he said that this is his first time flying and watching 2 hours of flight accident before the flight definitely didn't help him. Especially when his friend suddenly have to cancel to accompany him in his first flight so I moved to the middle seat and explained to him that everything will be fine. He's still looking pale so I decided to make my move. I smiled at him and then grab the stone in my coat pocket wishing for him to be more relaxed and treating the flight as an enjoyable experience. His face gets calmer and I smiled again, mission successful, at least he will not disturb me for the entire flight asking my help to make him not anxious. This is quite an early morning flight so I decided to get some sleep because I really need the energy for the whole thing I will do with this stone alongside my best friend.
Shit....a turbulence. Grrrr....I feel like I haven't even sleep that long. I drowsily open my eyes, it's still quite dark inside the cabin and when I look around, I'm quite surprised to see this huge guy sitting next to me. I clearly remember I'm not sitting next to such muscle monster. Then, he smiled at me and said
"The turbulence make you scared? Maybe you need to hold on to my strong biceps then?"
Whoa....what a sight. Everyone is not fully awake so I touch that glorious left hand bicep and oh fuck, this guy is fucking solid. I keep squuezing at that humongous biceps and even try to make my move to his equally breat-taking pectoral. But what is he doing with his right hand, it seems like it keeps rubbing on that bulging pocket of his?
"Now now boy, you seems like a bitch in heat, you need some liquid to cool you down? You wanna drink my cum, don't you?" he said as he whispered with that gruffy voice of his to my ear
Shoot.....the straightforwardness! And yes, I do feel thirsty because they apparently didn't serve any drink. Oh, look at that throbbing bulge, it's like as if the monster asked for a release. The protein-rich cum of his will be a good replacement for water in this drought. I looked at him for approval as I bite my lip, hands on top of his bulge and then he smirked
"Anything for my good obedient personal assistant," and that's when I directly lunge to his throbbing dick in the early morning inside a flight as we're heading for his bodybuilding competition later tonight.
"I wish everyone in this flight want to suck my cock as eager as you," he said as he pushed my head to the base of his 7 inches cock and then suddenly the whole cabin lit with light and people from the back and the next row start staring at me. I faintly heard him say "Whoops" but maybe I heard it wrong, this is my moment still and I will not let go until I get myself that tasty protein-rich cum of his!
âI mean look at this!â Zach nearly shouted holding up his shirt revealing a near perfect 8 pack and a vicious V of abdominal muscles.Â
His friend Elm just rolled his eyes again. âMan, if you keep holding up your shirt to show off your so called ânew musclesâ Iâm gonna think youâre just being cocky. For the last time, I donât see anything different. Did you get a new row of abs or something?â
The frightened muscle brute shook his head nervously, his huge body quaking in anxiety. Anyone looking would see quite an uncharacteristic demeanor for someone so huge.Â
âNo! Iâm saying all of THIS is new.â Zach said using his huge hand to gesture to his entire 6â˛8 form. âOne moment Iâm on my way to the Chem building for class, the next Iâm screaming out in the middle of the quad as my body begins growing. It hurt a lot! My legs are still sore from how much they stretched out and my arms feel so heavy when Iâm walking. My feet are still scarred from bursting through my sneakers!â
âIf I could roll my eyes anymore they would be. Zach now I know youâre just making shit up. But fine Iâll humor you. You say you were this 5 foot tall shrimpy dude this morning. Fine. That doesnât explain why youâre not walking around naked after you supposedly tore up all your clothes with some miraculous growth spurt only you remember.â Elm replied half heartedly.
Zach gave a very solemn attempt at looking pouty, which appeared down right odd on his bearded adonis of a face. âWell after I was covered in scraps of clothes they all reformed into what Iâm wearing now⌠Come on! When do I ever wear these tight workout shirts! Or this really thigh high track shorts! And these feet are so big theyâre practically poking out of my sandals.â
The two reluctantly opened the doors to the Chemistry building. âYou literally wear stuff like that all the time. Look. It was fun on the walk over here, but now itâs getting old and weâre late for class. If you want to complain about how you donât know how you got all these huge muscles, bearded face, and deep booming voice without ever working out or having the genetics for it, get in line. Iâve been complaining about that for years. Now shut up because Professor Bravermin hates when we whisper during his class. You always get us caught with your foghorn of a voice.â
With that last comment Zach finally admitted defeat and took a seat in the admittedly small desks of the lecture hall. His long hairy legs pushing the seat in front of him and his wide shoulders accidentally knocking over someoneâs bag. If not for his well trimmed beard his blushing cheeks would be clear to see. He had no idea how heâd gained nearly 2 feet in height or why no one rememberd him otherwise, but he just hoped it wouldnât get in the way of his normal life. After all he still had run the video game club later today, he just hoped he wouldnât crush the small controllers.
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Back at the Quad
âWhat the fuck man? You actually believe you were handed a magic book? Youâre even dumber than I thought.â Bill the football jock said to his teammate Greg.
âYouâre the dumbass. I said I found a book from that weird old house that overlooks the football field. My tutor said it was in Latin and one of the spells would cause someone to be the perfect athlete.â
âHate to break it to you man, but you look the same as yesterday.â Bill laughed shoving his teammates shoulder.
âI know I do idiot. I donât know what I did wrong⌠I said the stupid spell while I was walking through the quad right before I bumped into nerdy Zach. Guess this thing was a load of crap. Last time I listen to my tutor.â Greg growled as they walked into class.
Bill stifled a laugh. âYou can hardly call Zach a nerd man. Heâs got about 6 inches and a whole lot of muscle over you. We get youâre jealous but leave the guy alone.âÂ
His friend continued to laugh as Greg looked at him perplexed. He had no idea what Bill was talking about. However, once he sat down for class he felt a large thump at the back of his seat. Turning around he was met with the biggest guy heâd ever seen. Part of him was terrified, part of him was jealous, but the other wanted to get to know this new hunk.
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PROJECT SUMMARY:
Though the degree of cerebral reconfiguration was unprecedented, our conversion of TEST SUBJECT 22 was a complete success. Subjectâs visual motion-tracking, reflexes, and proprioception are now at the peak of human capacity. Subject has also taken to the obsession weâve implanted deep in his subconscious to pursue muscular hypertrophy with absolute dedication. Subject has grown 80 lbs in lean mass throughout the 400 days of the project.
We were also highly successful in imprinting two father figures to the subject: Mr. Howard and Mr. Burnett (the hitting coach and head coach to the Universityâs baseball team). They report unwavering loyalty from the subject and an astounding dedication to baseball and the team. In their words, Subject is now ânothing but the perfect hitting machine,â devoid of all thoughts or desires outside of his role as the teamâs Designated Hitter. This has resulted in impairments of the Subjectâs ability to function outside the baseball diamond, but his needs are well taken care of while he lives in the baseball teamâs clubhouse. Subject had to discontinue his studies in engineering, but the administration has allowed the Kinesthesiology Department to award him credits in âapplied hypertrophic sciences,â which will apply to a BS in General Education.
With TEST SUBJECT 22â˛s significant positive impact on ticket sales for the baseball team, the Universityâs Dept of Athletics has allocated a significant sum of funds to further our research in the Psychology Dept to produce similar assets. Hereâs to the future.
Ian signed up for the clinical trial without a second thought. He couldnât pass up getting paid to sleep (or at least trying to sleepâthe trial was testing a cure for insomnia, after all). When he first checked in at the sleep research center, he found it weird they were going to use hypnotherapy, but at this point he was willing to try anything for a good nightâs rest.
Dr. Laud was built like a brick, with shoulders that went on forever and enough bulk to counterbalance a rhino on a see-saw. So it surprised Ian how gentle and warm his voice was, and how quickly its deep, resonant tones would send him into velvety oblivion.
The trial was only a month long, and its end felt too soon for Ian, whoâd experienced the best sleep heâd had in years. But Dr. Laud told Ian he was eligible for the centerâs next study, which was going to look at the effects of exercise and exertion on sleep. Ian signed all the paperwork then and there.
Two years later, a gay strip club opened in town. Its name was OUT LAUD. Ianâs friend Tony went to go check it out with his friends. Ian wouldâve loved a place like this, Tony thought. He wondered where his friend disappeared to two years ago.
All the performers were muscled like Greek gods, and wore themed costumes. There was one performer in athletic gear going by the name of JOCKBOY, and to Tonyâs shock his face was a dead ringer for Ianâs. Tony had to talk to JOCKBOY. He snuck backstage and tried to talk to the big hunk, but to his frustration, the guy insisted his real name was JOCKBOY, and he was nothing but a big dumb muscle slut. The commotion attracted the attention of a broad-shouldered middle aged man, who simply said âJOCKBOY, sleep,â and Ian immediately collapsed against the wall. Tony panicked. What the hell is going on?
The man put his hand on Tonyâs shoulder.
âYou look agitated, young man. But I can help you relax.â
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