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Greg slowly pushed his way through the mass of hairy, leather clad bodies, the stench of sweat and foul tobacco burning itself up his nose as he tried to scan every face in the dim, hazy room. His chest felt almost unbearably tight, but the smell and the crush of people in the crowd were only a part of the reason... That argument he had with his son last night kept on replaying itself inside Greg’s head over and over, he really shouldn’t have said all those things… that Chase was throwing his life away and not thinking one bit about his future, then nearly threatening to kick him out if he didn’t get serious about his education… maybe not exactly “nearly”... 

He wished so badly that he could have phrased that better somehow, but this was his son’s last year in college! Anything he did now was going to affect his whole life moving forward! Sure, his grades were not the worst, but Greg knew that Chase could do so much better! If only he didn’t spend every single weekend night bouncing from one club to another as if he was trying to beat the record for the highest number of attended heavy metal concerts in one’s early twenties. Who knows, he was always such a bright guy that maybe if he’d put his mind to it, Chase might have even made it to valedictorian! 

Drew first spotted one of them while on his way to work, hulking, furry, bearded, huffing on a gigantic pipe. By the time his shift was over, the streets were completely full of them, parading around half-naked and filling the air with their thick tobacco plumes. With his head already swimming after just a few breaths, he thought about taking a detour through the city park to get away from them, but they were there too, one of the massive bearish men holding onto a half passed out cyclist and showering him with smoke as the man began to change right before Drew's eyes. Will he somehow manage to make it home without being forced to take a puff himself?

Here's one of the new caption stories from my Patreon if you enjoyed it and would like to read more stuff like it, there are a handful still unposted ones in my discord channel! Plus, a brand new one about a guy leaving work only to find the streets filled with tons of hulking, furry pipe bears: https://www.patreon.com/posts/151270546

“Holy crap duuude! Look at this thing! I bet Stacy would totally love a necklace like this, she’d been dropping hints about wanting something fancy for her birthday for like the whole month!”

You kept on rolling your eyes but after seeing your best friend’s excitement as he jumped around this antique shop you just didn’t have the heart to bring him back to reality by telling him that this shiny thing probably cost more than his entire apartment or maybe even his parents’ house. But there were probably some worse places out there to be stuck in, at least unlike that concert Eddie took you to last week this one didn’t seem likely to permanently damage your hearing. Plus, some of this stuff actually looked pretty neat despite smelling a little musty… Though you figured that was to be expected, it was as if you were in the middle of some kind of a labyrinth made out of all kinds of old looking crap, paintings, statues, vases covered in mosaics and countless other, barely holding together antiques… 

Suddenly you caught a whiff of a smell you didn’t quite expect to find here and as you turned your head, you found your eyes going wide as faint curls of smoke slowly drifted through the air right past your face. Oh crap! Was there a fire in here or something?! You whipped your head around to get Eddie’s attention but he seemed to have wandered off in the meantime so you quickly turned back around, quickly discovering just where those wisps of smoke were coming from… as odd as it sounded, it seemed like someone didn’t put out this pipe before placing it on the wooden display stand it occupied.

Wow, even this thing looked like a genuine work of art, with its large, wooden bowl painstakingly sculpted to resemble some old, bearded guy’s face. Every wrinkle and strand of hair on his pudgy face seemed so real that for a moment there you almost thought you saw it move and blink at you as if it was alive. You remembered that there was a sign near the entrance warning not to touch anything but what if something really were to catch on fire because of it? This entire shop would be gone in minutes like a box of matches and it’s not like you have seen any staff around anyway…

You picked it up and sure enough, the bowl felt a bit warm to the touch. For a moment you stared at it completely transfixed, admiring the level of detail and wondering just how someone would go around sculpting a thing so ridiculously detailed. Then suddenly you let out a surprised yelp, just barely stopping yourself from dropping the pipe to the floor. Holy shit! You weren’t seeing things earlier, this face did actually move! The wooden eyes shifted like they were staring straight at you, it gave you a wink as the mouth curled into a smirk and then opened up wide.

In an instant, a thick spiral of smoke erupted from between its carved lips, briefly drawing a curve through the air before wrapping itself around your hand before you could even react. Your first thought was to toss the pipe away but for some unknown reason you found your fingers clutching onto its bowl even tighter now. You could only watch as the smoke coiled up your arm like a living thing, moving up your limbs with impossible speed. Before you knew it, its plumes had already engulfed your whole chest, you felt its warmth as it surged up your neck and then face, its dense cloud nearly fully blocking out the sight of the antique shop around you. 

You opened your mouth to shout for Eddie only realizing that it was the dumbest idea ever when it was too late, the very moment your lips split apart, the smoke was already prepared to rush down your throat, forcing its way straight into your lungs. You began to cough violently, the harsh taste of tobacco burning inside your chest, your eyes watering as you doubled over, still unable to let go of the pipe in your hand.

For a second you thought you were actually going to suffocate right there, but just as you were about to take your last, desperate breath, you suddenly found the smoke flowing inside you without any resistance whatsoever. Not even a faintest scratch could be felt inside your throat, almost as though your airways have also discovered a brand new appreciation for this exquisite, premium tobacco blend, growing intimately accustomed to it at the exact same time you did… How curious… a sense of calmness proceeded to wash over you as you straightened your back, even if truth be told you found yourself at a bit of a loss… unexpectedly having a particularly difficult time trying to recall what it was exactly that left you so deeply perturbed just now… certainly not this fine specimen of a pipe? 

Oh, that couldn’t possibly have been the case.. Yet at the same time you had to concede that it seemed a little peculiar how only a second ago you could have sworn that its bowl had been adorned with an expertly crafted carving of a rather dashing gentleman’s face. Yet now all you could see as it laid nested within your fingers was your own, not a smidgen less galant reflection staring back at you in the dark, polished wood. But it only took a moment before its stem was placed rightfully between your lips, pipes were to be enjoyed after all, not simply admired, especially ones packed with such delectable tobacco! Oh… you could hardly suppress your moans as you drew on it for the first time, savoring its refined, complex notes as they melted on your palate. Your turgid member already calling out to you, tempting you to partake in your second favorite activity despite being in such an indiscreet locale.

“Holy fucking shit!!! What happened to you dude?!”

A terrified shriek of a younger man rushing towards you had momentarily pulled you out of your pleasureful reverie. You hastily confirmed that your pecker was indeed still well within the confines of your fly so what could have possibly warranted such an uncouth outburst? You removed the pipe from your mouth and tilted your head slightly in confusion and yet this young ruffian still continued to stare at you with his mouth wide agape and eyes as if ready to pop out of their sockets!

After yet another insistent stare from his direction, you sighed and glanced downwards to see what might have possibly placed him in such profound distress. Immediately you were greeted by the edges of your magnificent, luxuriant beard as it cascaded down from your robust, puffy cheeks, blending in with even more snowy white tufts that densely stuffed the wide-open collar of your tailored suit. Your chest was broad and powerful but any brawn cultivated in the distant past could never dream of approaching in its grandeur the true monument to indulgence that proudly jutted beneath your teats its round glory. You gave it a light pat, feeling reassured that despite appearing visibly strained, all of your shirt’s buttons were still entirely successful in their valiant effort of containing its girth. In total, nothing seemed to be amiss whatsoever…

You placed the pipe back in your mouth and ran your large hand across your beard, relishing the sensation of the silken, perfectly groomed strands gliding past your fingertips. Then you shifted your attention back to the younger man who by now grew even more agitated and barely coherent as he proceeded to unceasingly blather about something that supposedly had just happened to you. Insisting that he was in fact a close acquaintance of yours and just saw you being swallowed by smoke, only to emerge from it as ‘some old, fat guy’ as he put it. You scoffed, unsure if more at his sheer impertinence or perhaps simply just at how preposterous this entire notion appeared to be.

Calling this young boy underdressed would hardly begin to describe the full extent of his haggard state with those old, torn-up jeans and the garish t-shirt of some vulgar music group. Even the most cursory glance was sufficient to assess that this scrawny hoodlum lacked both the refinement and culture required for a gentleman of your standing to ever wish to associate himself with… However, after witnessing the sheer force of his conviction, a tiny fragment of you began to wonder if perhaps this pipe that he so desperately implored you to get rid of, did perhaps have some special power.

A mischievous smirk crossed your bearded lips… while you had no intention whatsoever of ever parting with this magnificent briar, if this young man did in fact insist on staying at your side, then perhaps its powers could be harnessed to refine him as well into a more… amicable form. Your stubby cock was already beginning to twitch within the silky folds of your briefs as you pictured it. His athletic frame did show some promise, but in truth it was hardly enough to whet your appetite… the lad was going to need far more substantial endowments in order to properly fulfill the duties you had planned for him. Both in terms of muscle and no doubt also the one area that counted the most when it came to satisfying your big, hungry arse behind the bedchamber doors. 

This rascal must have been shrewder than he appeared at first glance because it didn’t take him too long after you began to draw on your pipe before he seemed to catch on and turned around to run. But when you opened your lips and exhaled, hardly a few more squeaks of his sneakers against the hardwood floor managed to reach your ears before the rapidly surging smoke was already at his feet, engulfing his entire body. You heard him choking, gasping for air, his voice dropping octave after octave with each desperate breath, slowly reaching the desired timbre when he could no longer help himself and unleashed a true cacophony of moans so wonderfully ripe with helpless need and desire that it made your cock drip.

His features remained hidden behind the hazy, grey veil but by now his body was inflating to such obscene proportions that even its silhouette left hardly anything to the imagination. His shoulders squared and broadened, biceps easily reaching and then far exceeding the size of actual watermelons, chest exploding outwards into a boundless meaty shelf as his legs, now immense, sprawling pillars of pure muscle worked tirelessly to keep this hulking colossus fully upright. When the smoke finally began to dissipate you found him in a far more agreeable pose than before. Spine straight, hands clasped behind his back and eyes attentively focused on you with a composed, submissive expression, a truly perfect image of your new butler.

“Hello, how may I serve you today, Sir?”

Hearing this muscular giant who by now towered over you by well over a head addressing you with such respect and reverence suddenly felt so fitting… just as well as the choice of his new outfit. Thankfully that ghastly shirt and pants were completely gone, with only a bowtie underneath a small white collar adorning his neck and a black pair of skimpy posers, tight enough to immediately reveal that your wish regarding his endowment was fulfilled in an equally satisfactory manner. As eager as you were to inspect it up close, you simply had to take a moment to fully admire the very monument to the male physique he’d been turned into. Every smallest muscle was fully defined and sculpted to absolute perfection that would have made even the Farnese Hercules blush, all of it honed with utmost diligence and rigour… of course… you expected nothing less from your personal assistant.

You approached slowly, hearing the floorboards creak with each step, your substantial belly swaying from side to side as you savored the view as well as this delightful tobacco which caressed your tongue. His new, full beard and the dusting of blonde hair over his chest have captured your gaze for almost as long as his bulge. They made him look so virile… so profoundly masculine… your hole was already twitching with need but before you had him make you squeal, you fully intended to have some fun first…

With a mischievous smirk, just barely visible underneath your voluminous, snow-white mustache you extended your hand, only narrowly succeeding in cupping his enormous manhood within your pudgy, weathered palm. Aside from a barely audible whimper which slipped past his lips, your butler’s composure remained unbroken even as your fingers have fully wrapped themselves around his firehose of a cock through the soft fabric. But you were relentless, steadily fondling and massaging its entire length all while observing his brutish, broad-jawed face beginning to blush and cover in perspiration as he desperately tried to hold his trembling, colossal form in check. His head slowly tilting backwards as helpless gasps echoed from his throat. Oh yes… he was in your full control and you both knew it.

You slipped one of your chubby fingers behind the waistband of the posers and pulled them down, letting his gargantuan slab of meat spring free as it smacked right against his gigantic abs with a meaty thwack, spraying both his chest and your beard with countless, shiny beads of precum. Even before you laid your eyes on this unshackled, pulsating monstrosity you were already hungrily licking your lips, feeling your mouth overflowing with saliva, but now you simply needed it! The lad was perfectly trained, you found one of his arms already extended to serve as support while you descended to your knees, his posture not wavering in the slightest even when you balanced your whole weight against it.

You let the pipe stem out of your mouth and leaned forward, opening wide in the thrilling anticipation of finally getting your lips around that magnificent shaft… yet when you were only mere inches away from tasting his youthful, masculine essence, why were you suddenly the one trembling and starting to hesitate?

“Eddie…”

You heard yourself whisper, but not in the aged, sonorous and commanding baritone that you were accustomed to hearing resounding from your throat. No, it sounded more like a meek, confused voice of some scared boy. Why were you suddenly so terrified of that name?! Of course deep inside you knew exactly why… it belonged to your best friend… a guy you knew since college… a guy whose cock you were just about to suck off! Oh shit, what the fuck was going on here?!

“Is everything alright, Sir?”

You could hear the tension in his voice, as if he were fruitlessly trying to say something else but only those words were allowed to ever come out. He was still in there too! Fuck, you had to help him! Your eyes darted to the pipe still clenched within your hand, you saw smoke rising from it, angrily billowing in your direction as if it could sense that you were back in control. Oh fuck! You saw it shooting towards your face in countless white tendrils, you wanted to block them, cover up your mouth and nose but you were so huge, so monstrously huge and so awfully slow… your arm was only halfway to your mouth when it had already been filled with smoke that reached all the way down to your lungs. And by the time one of your hands had arrived by your lips, its only purpose was to place the pipe’s stem back where it belonged so you could enjoy yet another lungful of this refined and profoundly invigorating fragrance.

“With a scrumptious treat like this prepared for me to enjoy? I am feeling decidedly splendid, my dear Edward!”

Your robust voice was once again thick with desire, however as you glanced upwards you took note of your butler appearing rather disconcerted for a change, his panic-stricken countenance fidgeting slightly as if he was trying to shake it, yet at the same time quite unable to move his neck in the slightest. Oh, perhaps that silly lad still thought that you intended to merely tease him further, but no such thing! Now at last it was time for the both of you to depart together on your voyage into the land of the most blissful pleasures!

You parted your lips and exhaled, letting a few misty, grey curls descend upon Edward’s oh so appetizing manhood, embracing its imposing girth as they spilled down the veiny, engorged sides. It almost appeared to swell even larger right before your eyes as it violently jerked up and down, dripping like a broken faucet while your butler pleadingly moaned to you, imploring you to “snap out of it” or something along those lines. However you found yourself realizing that you did not quite care enough to inquire as to what he might have meant by it, after all you did not keep him around to be your conversation partner… For that both sides would have needed to keep their mouths unobstructed and you were already stuffing yours with his irresistibly swollen shaft.

Edward’s lightly salted precum mixed with the exquisite tobacco which still coated your palate made for a truly divine combination. You slowly dragged your tongue against the underside of his cock, sensing every tiniest ridge and crevice, feeling the ferocious heat which radiated outwards as his gargantuan form shook in untamed ecstasy. Your jaw was already aching from the strain as you attempted to fit the entirety of his humongous endowment down your throat, and yet you nevertheless greedily pushed forward, knowing that you won’t feel fully satisfied until you could smell the raw, primal scent of his pubic fur with your nose buried deep among it and could feel his huge, sweaty ballsack smacking against your beard with each thrust. 

Your own stubby member was aching so badly that you had no other choice than to send your pudgy fingers haphazardly fumbling with your pants until his angry head stood there, just barely jutting past the zipper. But even if you could hardly fit him within your palm, each stroke filled you with so much of this animalistic, ecstatic bliss that it only took moments before the facade of a refined man of culture that you have cultivated on the outside began to crumble, giving way to your true self, the absolute horny cockslut who moaned like a cheap whore as you tightly sealed your bearded lips around your butler’s obscenely throbbing piece of meat and began to suck with every bit of determination left within your huge, corpulent body.

Edward went completely rigid, his immense muscles flexing and contracting all at once as a strangled cry tore from his throat and his hips began to buckle involuntarily. Driving yet another inch past your lips and making you gag, but that only made it so much more exciting! His impossibly wide, gigantic thighs were quaking before your very eyes but you showed no mercy whatsoever and only hungrily drove deeper, bobbing your head in a frantic rhythm. Your hirsute moobs and belly jiggling with each rapid stroke of your stubby nub.

You were in heaven and as you lifted your heavy-lidded eyes to fully take in the view of this muscular behemoth helplessly trembling above you, of his tremendous chest heaving with each labored breath, of all the glistening sweat pouring in rivulets through every perfectly defined curve and valley on his Herculean body. His face was flushed deep red and tilted far back as endless moans and gasps poured out of his bearded mouth. What you so desperately craved was already well on its way. Edward’s voice cracked into a guttural roar as his entire form froze in place as if a marble statue and then began to flood your mouth with endless waves of virile, hot seed.

The first rope nearly made you choke as it shot straight down your gullet, but you greedily swallowed it all, moaning around the pulsating cock as it continued to unleash more and more of that thick, salty nectar which immediately threatened to spill past your lips out of its sheer abundance. But the cum-hungry fiend like you would never let even a single drop go to waste as your eyes rolled back in bliss, an orgasm of pure delight sending your rotund frame into powerful spasms. Yet even then you didn’t stop swallowing for even a second, didn’t stop sucking and milking that glorious piece of meat until it was completely dry.

When Edward finally slid his cock out your throat with an obscene pop, both of you found yourself turning to find an older, distinguished and finely dressed gentleman observing you from the side. He was still slowly stroking his newly spent cock, his eyes glazed with pleasure, clearly having just finished as evidenced by the mess staining the floor between his legs. Somehow you knew that he was the owner of this antique store and with Edward’s prompt assistance you heaved yourself to back your feet, dabbing the corners of your mouth with the handkerchief you pulled out of your pocket.

“Hello my good Sir, please excuse this small indecency. I simply must inquire about purchasing this remarkable briar!”

Yet in reply you only saw his lips curving into a knowing smile underneath the monumental, white mustache which adorned them.

“Oh, my dear fellow, this magnificent performance alone was worth far more than any monetary sum I might have requested for this little trinket, please, do consider it yours. I only ask that you recommend my establishment to other acquaintances of yours, a place like this truly thrives on word of mouth, I believe you understand.”

Hi everyone, here is a recent request from one of my patrons, about River, a recent college graduate who while on a backpacking trip ends up at a remote gay nudist colony populated by hulking, hirsute bears with absolutely gigantic cocks!

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River wanted to do this since pretty much forever, as a kid he used to listen to all those zany stories of his uncle about the countless hitchhiking trips that he, River’s dad and a bunch of their friends would take back in their twenties. He had to admit that nowadays all of it seemed a little old fashioned, he wasn’t sure if he’d seen a single hitchhiker asking for a pickup at the side of the road in years. Not very many of his college friends that he discussed the idea with seemed to think there was anything all that special about trekking through sun-beaten dirt roads that connected only to remote, nearly abandoned towns or sleeping by the bonfire under the stars. Especially so when instead compared to booking a plane ticket to another country so they could party and chill on the beach under the clear blue sky. That kind of stuff definitely wasn’t his style though, and a part of River was starting to really think this whole idea might forever stay just as something that he will always look back to as a thing he used to dream about in his youth but simply never got around to doing. 

Hi, everyone he’s the first chapter of one of the not yet posted Patreon stories, if you liked it, I have just put up a prequel story to it with even more muscular, leather clad daddies included! Do check it out:

Mmm… oh man… How long had he been standing in front of the mirror by now? Five minutes? Ten? Looking over his face again and again from about every possible angle. A can of shaving cream and a razor were already sitting on the shelf above the sink right within his reach, but Joel simply couldn't bring himself to shave that thing off! As much as he hated to admit it, Nick was kind of right… he actually looked pretty damn good with that stache! He never suspected that it would ever grow out this thick. The dense, black hairs clinging tightly to his entire upper lip.

Only strange thing was how even though it was barely a week since he'd started to think about maybe giving his buddy's idea a shot and letting the razor be, this stache was already fully grown out while the rest of his facial hair amounted to just a faint dusting of stubble over his cheeks. Joel wasn't really sure what he should expect though, he always shaved regularly ever since he started sprouting the first bits of wispy hair on his chin and under his nose back in high school, a good handful of years ago so he honestly had nothing to compare it to, but it still seemed a little off.

Although now that he examined it in the mirror, he was actually starting to feel tempted to leave this five o'clock shadow alone in addition to the stache. Maybe he was just seeing things, but somehow it genuinely seemed to make his entire jawline look so much more pronounced and angular! Looking himself over kind of reminded Joel of the guy from the poster of that old tv show about a private investigator in Hawaii that Nick had hanging over his bed. He totally had a crush on the actor from it and always repeated how the man only got hotter looking with age.

Ugh, yeah, that was more or less his buddy's type, a rugged, older guy, preferably with a set of major, beefed up muscles. Joel knew that he was probably turning in his twink card for good thanks to this mustache, but being in his mid twenties he still felt pretty safe in assuming that Nick wasn't going to be making any moves on him anytime soon. Thank god, Joel couldn't imagine himself with a carpet of greying on his chest or a pair of enormous, veiny biceps bulging from his arms. That definitely wasn't his look!

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“C’mon bro! Just three more reps, you can do it! One… two…”

“Dude… I… I can't! I'm beat! This new split is just something else!”

“Aw, Nick. You've been talking my ear off about hitting the gym for so long, I thought you'd be in better shape dude!”

Heh, Joel would have lied if he said he wasn't enjoying this. It was somewhere last week that he finally decided to relent and agree for a workout session with his friend. After reading up online about all those horror stories of muscle cramps or guys feeling so sore after their first set of lifts that they couldn't walk for a couple days straight, Joel was expecting the worst, but much to his surprise the next day he woke up feeling better than ever instead!

He not only met up with Nick at the gym the same morning, but even secretly went there the day after despite his friend talking his ear off about how important it was to take at least two or three days off from the gym each week. Joel couldn't get enough of it though, he seriously had no idea that something as simple as lugging a bunch of weight around could make him feel so good. Sure, his muscles would ache a little after he was done with the reps, but that only lasted for a little while and afterwards he would only get more pumped up and fully ready to keep going stronger!

Joel had no idea why he ever believed all that nonsense they put up on the different internet forums. You shouldn't get discouraged if you hardly saw any visible progress in your first couple months? Heh, he'd only been going for a week and Joel could already make out the definition of his abs, guess he wasn't in as bad of a shape previously as he thought!

If he were to keep this up, then this dark fur which suddenly started growing out all over his chest and abs recently, might turn out to be about the only thing keeping him from admiring a proper six pack in the mirror each morning! At first Joel was a little shocked by how dense it was, his body used to be nearly completely hairless, his chest most definitely was. And he used to tell himself that if it ever were to change, he would shave the stuff off immediately.

And he sure as hell thought about it when he first caught sight of it while showering, but somehow… he couldn't bring himself to do it. Even when he discovered that the faint dusting on his chest from yesterday had not only grown noticeably thicker, but was also joined by a trail rising from his crotch. He would have never believed that a little bit of exercise could have such an effect on one's body!

It was a big surprise, just as well as the fact that for some reason he found himself actually enjoying getting to see this fur grow out more and more alongside his muscles. They both complemented each other so well, made him look so… manly. He blushed a little whenever he said that in his head, but it didn’t change the fact that he kind of liked it. The hair on his forearms used to be barely visible, but now they were completely dark and so was the carpet on his chest. When he was changing after the workout, Nick even mentioned that now some of it was already starting to sprout on his back too!

Before Joel would have probably panicked at the thought of turning into some beefy, hirsute ape, but now the idea of getting a little more fur on his body suddenly didn't disturb him that much. Nick's reaction definitely added to it… he seemed really impressed, his eyes completely lighting up each time Joel took his shirt off in the locker room.

He honestly wasn't used to getting this kind of attention from his friend. They've met in college and have known each other for years, having too many common interests to count, always having such a blast regardless of if they were going out to the movies or to the club together. But Nick had always been quite firmly into older, beefier guys while always trying to bulk up and turn into more of one of them himself. Meanwhile Joel typically went for more standard, athletic men who looked more like him. But that was changing rather abruptly… he'd packed on a good deal of muscle already. He really had to be one of those genetic freaks because he could already match some of his friend's lifts and from time to time even beat them! And having a chance to tease his buddy about that from time to time wasn’t so bad either.

It was a little curious though, normally Nick would instantly fire back at him with something else and they would proceed to banter back and forth like a pair of old friends would, but recently he’d been keeping oddly quiet when it happened. Joel had no idea why Nick was suddenly letting him get away with calling him ‘little guy' over and over, heh, was the cockiest jock that he knew secretly into being talked to this way? Nah, no way!

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“Fuck yeah, down to the balls, boy! God damn! Who would have thought you were such a good cocksucker? Get ready, I'm gonna fucking nut!”

Joel still couldn't help but blush whenever he remembered all those things that would sometimes come out of his mouth when they were fucking. But oh man, did they make his cock hard! And they sure seemed to really turn on Nick too! He could also hardly believe that nowadays he was getting blowjobs on the regular from his best bud… it just sort of happened one day.

He began getting so horned up after his workouts and at the same time it was just impossible to miss that Nick would instantly pitch a tent in his shorts whenever he undressed before he hit the showers. So eventually Joel just told his buddy to follow him as a joke. Only it wasn’t one, and they both knew it because as soon as Nick stepped through the door, it was like something took over Joel’s body. Suddenly he had Nick down on his knees and was ramming his hard cock down his throat, grunting and rapidly thrusting it in and out before he filled his entire mouth with a massive load.

Oh god, Joel wanted to apologize for showing him down right away without asking if that was okay, but once he saw how greedily Nick was gulping up his cum before spraying all over the shower floor himself, it was pretty clear that one wasn't really necessary. If anything, Joel couldn't help but get an impression that Nick seemed somewhat disappointed each time he refrained from doing things like that when the two of them fucked.

He also learned that there was one word out there which made his buddy go completely wild. Being only a few years older than Nick, Joel still felt kind of weird using it at first, but there was no question about it, nothing else had him moaning so loud while he choked on his cock as when he called him his boy… his slutty, submissive boy. But Joel also couldn't deny that with time, he was starting to get used to it. Somehow the more he continued to outgrow Nick in size, the more natural it was all starting to feel. Of course it was just some silly dirty talk as they fooled around though, nothing more… right?

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Mmm… fuck, that harness looked pretty damn hot stretched tightly over his beefy pecs! The broad, leather straps almost completely disappearing among the jungle of thick fur that now covered his chest. His boy was right, that thing was a perfect fit for him! Maybe they should pay that store a visit again sometime and pick up a bit more gear.

Joel had been thinking about it ever since they passed that fetish club while on a walk a few days ago, he had no idea that there even was one of them in town, or that it would be so popular. He really could have sworn that he remembered this exact area being populated with a bunch of trendy cafes and boutique shops, but instead they found a sleazy tattoo parlor, a motorcycle garage full of huge, bearded bikers and finally this club that his boy had been begging Joel to take him to for quite some time now called The Hole.

He used to always answer that he wasn’t into that sort of stuff, but… somehow Joel wasn’t quite so sure anymore. There was this one man standing outside the club, he was just massive, even bigger than Joel himself, wearing a full military uniform made out of shining, black leather. Puffing on a cigar while rubbing his huge bulge out in the open all while his boy obediently knelt down beside him in only a leather jockstrap and a collar. He asked them if they were coming in, talked about all the things waiting for a daddy like him and his boy down in the dungeon playroom and in that moment Joel found himself blurting out that they might come later that night and running off. Of course at the time it was a complete lie but for some reason Joel just couldn’t get the way that man talked about him out of his head. Like he was his equal… a fellow leather man.

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Hot damn, look at this place! Joel had no idea why he felt ever nervous about coming inside! He was far from the only leathered up muscle daddy taking his boy out for an evening here. The longer he stayed, the more at home he was starting to feel. He felt something starting to awaken in him as he observed the other men inside. All those burly, rugged brutes simply radiated with so much confidence, behaving as if they owned the place… owned their submissive boys and their holes like it was their second nature.

Joel observed with deep fascination as one enormous bear ordered his cub to fetch a drink from the bar. As soon as he was back he grabbed the heavy chain around his neck without an ounce of hesitation and pulled him up close to his bearded lips. Filling up the cub’s lungs with tons of smoke from the enormous cigar he had clamped between his teeth. Merely just seeing that boy’s body against his daddy bear's massive, broad chest was such a turn on to Joel. It was as if the younger man had been ordered to crawl on top of a snow covered mountain, his limbs nearly disappearing among the impossibly thick, silver fur.

The size difference between Joel and his boy wasn't nearly as immense but somehow it didn't stop his imagination from running wild as he pictured them in that exact, same scenario. Himself so bold, dominant, clad in leather and boundless muscles like a real alpha would and suddenly Joel glanced over at his boy and found his furry arm grabbing the back of his neck as he pulled him into a kiss. This one was different from any others they've shared before. Joel held Nick close, pushing their faces right against each other, his tongue deep inside of his mouth, he was so damn horny he wanted to fuck him with it and didn't let go until his boy's cheeks were completely red and he could hear his slutty gasps in his ears. That was when he pushed him down, then growled at him to get to work.

Nick looked shocked at what had just happened, as did Joel to some extent, but in both of their cases that only lasted for a fraction of a second. After that his boy started hastily unzipping his fly, then swallowed his already fully hard and dripping cock down to its base the instant it was free. Fuck, Nick was already such an excellent cocksucker and he only seemed to get better at it each time he serviced him. Joel couldn't get enough of his mouth and he was able to tell that the same was true for his boy, the way he was slobbering all over his fat cock, deepthroating it down to the last inch till he was nearly choking on it. But that only made it feel so much better, just like the fact that the eyes of everyone in the club were right on them.

They sure as hell were enjoying the show, Joel could tell by how many of those hot fuckers were stroking as well, bending over their cubs and boys or ordering them to get down on their knees exactly like he did. Joel realized that he was holding onto the sides of Nick's head, it looked so tiny, or maybe it was his hands that had gotten so massive… huge, meaty, furry paws… so fucking hot!

He started grunting and thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down his boy's throat as his hirsute ball sack contracted, making his engorged fuckstuck erupt with a flood of cum that nearly erupted through the sides of Nick's mouth. And it sure as hell was far from the only massive load he spilled onto the floor of this club that night.

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It was already well into the afternoon when Joel crawled out of bed with a massive hangover, slowly dragging himself to the bathroom, all while rubbing his itching, droopy eyes. He washed up his face with a splash of cold water and instantly froze. It was only a little bit ago when he freaked out so much in the morning after spotting a few, small specks of silver at the end of the hairs in his mustache.

Back then he immediately grabbed a pair of scissors and got rid of them so that nobody could see. But now there was no way anyone ever could miss them. Both in his stache and the whole pelt of fur covering his chest, arms and legs… there had to be more grey than black! Dear lord, he was only… Why was he about to say ‘fifty’ just now?! Joel knew that he'd met his boy when they were both studying in college, Nicky still looked like he was in his early twenties… So why was he suddenly so old that he could almost be his father?!

Something had happened to him… he knew it, and as a terrible feeling filled his stomach, Joel realized that it wasn't just him, but the entire town. That place they went to yesterday, it used to be a regular cafe only a few days ago, not some fetish club with a massive, fully stocked playroom for a basement! And he also knew that so many of those men he met there last night were supposed to be just regular people from the neighborhood, he recognized many of them! He was just so ridiculously horny back then and thought they looked so much hotter with all those furry muscles and beards, dressed up in all kinds of sexy, kinky gear that it didn’t seem important.

Somehow it was all happening so seamlessly that Joel could hardly believe that he hadn’t always been this massive… beefy… rugged… daddy stud. He let out a gasp, his heart starting to beat faster, cock beginning to stir between his legs. It was happening again, like every other time he started to think about what was going on, he was getting horny, so horny he was going to forget it wasn’t always like this! But how could he not? He was one smoking hot fucker! That's what the guys at the club called him yesterday, that's what his boy moaned out so many times while riding on his cock!

“Nicky… get up boy, daddy needs help…”

Shit, Joel realized that he couldn't even bring himself to speak to him normally anymore… but his boy had heard him, he was getting up from the bed, even though he must have been even more exhausted than him. Oh, the things Joel had done to him last night… all those sexy things… he felt goosebumps spreading across his ridiculously hirsute skin as his cock was suddenly so damn hard…

He'd just barely managed to fight off the impulse to seize it within his meaty paw of a hand as the horniest memories of yesterday flooded into his head. But how could he resist what his instincts were telling him to now that he heard his boy's soft, groggy voice and could see him leaning in the doorway, completely naked like that…

“Daddy? Is everything okay?”

Fuck… it was all over just like that and Joel knew it. He could even see on Nicky's face that he'd noticed how much he'd changed too, but that didn't matter because the same was true for his boy as well. All that was left of his remaining bulky build and musculature was now completely gone, his beard and every last tuft of hair that he'd managed to hold onto until last evening had vanished too.

His boy's body was so smooth and slender that nobody would have ever believed that he'd been a gym nut since college and an aspiring muscle bear. But that was what Joel wanted… it was all such a perfect contrast to this massive, rugged, daddy brute that he had become himself. Every bit of beef belonged to him, every bit of fur and dominance. Joel stepped forward and pulled Nicky within his hulking, hirsute arms, pressing his boy's handsome face deep into the carpet of fur on his chest.

“Da… no… Joel… please… Please stop, we weren’t supposed to change so much!”

He knew about this… of course he did… but Joel wasn’t mad as he listened to his boy’s scared words about how he didn’t know that all those horny things he would sometimes mention in passing were going to start coming true. And yet his pleas and excuses weren’t what Joel was interested in hearing anymore. He slowly reached down and slid his index finger into his mouth, whispering to him and telling him to suck like a good boy would. Just like him, he couldn’t resist his instincts either and a moment later Joel was sliding that same finger inside his boy’s tight ass.

If he still had any doubts about what he was about to do, they were all gone by the time he heard the first of those soft, slutty moans escaping past Nicky’s lips. He instantly had him bent over the sink, leaning his enormous, hirsute body forward so he could whisper into his boy’s ear as he fucked him, he was his boy… his slutty, submissive boy and his huge, domineering daddy was going to remind him of that every single day so that neither of them would ever forget it! Aw fuck yes! There was no turning back anymore!

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Ugh, Marcus couldn’t pull his pants up fast enough, the overwhelming stench of old piss still making him gag with every single breath he took, his nose did not get used to it one bit since the moment he’d hastily ran inside this bathroom. He’d spent the last five or six hours in his car with probably another few more left to go… and to think that the only thing waiting for him once he got there were stacks upon stacks of undigitized financial records! Six figure client his ass! This better finally land him that promotion he was after! Marcus grimaced after noticing a greyish stain on the sleeve of his shirt, thank god he’d packed up a spare one, he must have brushed it against something by accident. He wasn’t sure what, everything in here seemed to be covered in endless filth and grime, like it hadn't been cleaned in years! Marcus didn’t think it looked so bad at first, but probably only because it was nearly completely dark in here with only a single ceiling light still somewhat flickering on and off. Maybe taking a dump on the side of the road would have been more hygienic after all? Either way, he couldn’t get out of this place fast enough…

“P… please! Let me go! I… I  won’t tell anyone, I swear!”

Marcus was just getting ready to exit the stall when the entrance door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open, followed by rapid, frantic footsteps, the sound of someone gasping in fear, then doing it once more, with even more intensity when the door opened again, filling the space with countless heavy stomps and the chatter of gruff, amused voices. 

“Alex! P… please! I know you’re still in there, don’t let them do this to me!”

Marcus had no idea what the guy was talking about, his way of speaking kind of reminded him of a few jocks from his old fraternity, but he’d never heard them sounding so freaked out and helpless before. He couldn’t begin to guess who the others were, some truckers he’d pissed off? A gang of bikers? One thing he knew for sure was that they all seemed to think that his desperate pleading was the funniest thing ever.

“Whaddaya say Hog? Should we let yer old pal go?”

A deep, gravelly voice asked to a chorus of crude, snickering laughter.

“No fuckin’ way boss, been itching fer his hole ever since Bruiser pumped a load into mine!”

Oh god, what the fuck was going on out there?! Marcus heard them starting to push each other around, one body struggling another the other, then more of that evil, hungry laughter over a desperate, muffled voice as if a hand was clamped tightly on top of someone’s mouth. Then Marcus felt his stomach lurch as ripping of clothing and wet, rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh reached his ears. Marcus froze completely when he realized what it was that he was listening to right now. What could he do… he had to do something… but it sounded like there were so many of them out there! He let himself slide down back onto the toilet seat out of the shock and fear. Suddenly he heard a pair of heavy boots stomping in his direction. Did one of them hear him?! Please no… 

“Yeah, breed that hole, Hog! Let’s see what kind of a hot fucker yer buddy’s gonna turn out to be!”

Marcus pressed his palm against his mouth as tightly as he physically could, terrified that even the sound of his own panicked breathing might give him away. He could hear the heavy boots were getting closer, tiny beads of sweat were starting to cover his entire forehead, almost trickling down his temples. Was it always so unbearably hot in here? His collar suddenly felt like it was beginning to choke him, Marcus would have loved to loosen it up if only he wasn’t too terrified to move as much as a muscle. 

He thought that he was only moments away from being discovered and dragged out there for all of those brutes to do whatever they wished with him. But instead it was the door of the adjacent stall which suddenly smashed wide open, the entire flimsy partition rattling violently as someone truly massive had dropped onto the toilet seat on the other side. Marcus caught a glimpse of him through the round hole in the wall that separated them, it was only a glimpse but more than enough to make the relief he felt after realizing he was safe very short lived. He was a literal freaking giant, even just his forearm, covered in dark, wiry hair looked thicker than Marcus’s entire thigh! 

The foul smell of cheap tobacco filled the air following the flicker of a lighter, but it could hardly compare in intensity to the musky stench which hit Marcus’ nostrils after he heard the man unzipping his pants! Dear god, it must have been weeks since that freak had last showered! His head was already spinning from the overwhelming intensity of the sweaty funk he was putting off and somehow that bastard had managed to make it even more disgusting. Spitting into his hand and starting to jerk off with the unmistakable shlick shlick while grunting in satisfaction.

“Aw fuck! Yer putting on one hot fuckin’ show boys! C’mon, give it to him Hog, you want to be the gang’s newest cumdump or him?”

All of them were just roaring with laughter. Marcus on the other hand could barely keep himself from gagging at the nauseating, ripe cocktail of piss, sweat and cum that seemed to be only growing stronger passing moment as it assaulted his nostrils. His head was swimming so much but he was afraid to hold his breath lest he suddenly passed out. The wild sounds of the orgy outside the stall, the constant deep, bestial grunts, they were all blending into each other.

“F… fuck… Alex… hnnghhh… my cock… oh fuck…”

By now he could only barely make out the voice of the scared, younger man they were using as their fucktoy. It sounded different somehow… raspy and deep, seeming so much older to the point where Marcus might not have even recognized it at all if he hadn’t called his friend by name. He could hear this helpless arousal in his words, each one being punctuated by a faint moan as if he could barely speak. It still carried a few notes of resistance, but it was so clear they were already being drowned out by this horrifying, wild horniness. Marcus felt goosebumps spreading across his back as he pictured all those hulking, unwashed men covered in pelts of matted fur as they were having their way with him… slowly polishing their massive, veiny cocks before they…

Marcus suddenly let out a muffled yet so unbelievably passionate gasp filled with pure lust. Almost unable to believe what he’d just done, he looked down, discovering that his fingers were now tightly clasped around his cock… his fully hard and visibly leaking cock! Dear god, what was he doing?! He could tell that his arm was just itching to move, to give it a stroke… he could feel his manhood throbbing against his palm… fuck… Marcus didn’t understand what had gotten into him, he didn’t remember ever pulling it out at all!  

Why would he? Just to… Marcus’ thoughts were suddenly interrupted by intense, gurgling choking, closely followed by a long, satisfied, horny groan of pleasure. One of them had shoved his cock down that helpless man’s throat but… it didn’t sound like he had anything against it anymore. His moans getting louder and louder, surpassing even the rowdiest of bikers, almost as if he was trying to egg them on and encourage them to fuck him harder. 

Marcus didn’t realize that he was slowly opening his mouth, letting his tongue loll out past his lower lip, his fingers gripping tighter onto his swollen shaft as they rhythmically moved up and down. Fuck, all those rough, brawny bikers, hairy like goddamn gorillas, bending him over… making him their bitch… Marcus pleaded with himself to stop thinking about anything of that sort but the images in his head were growing so vivid… passing the man between them like he was nothing, filling him from both ends. Marcus could almost taste all those unwashed, dripping cocks that they would so gladly ram down his own throat, smell all the loads spilled into the matted bushes of pubes that his nose would find itself shoved straight into with each thrust… oh fuck….

“Well, well, well… I reckon I hear another cockhungry pig in here, boys!”

He was so deeply lost in the near feral pleasure that even as he was moaning at the top of his lungs it took Marcus a moment to realize that this brutish, hoarse voice was talking about him. His right arm was moving like a blur around his cock, the entire crotch of his slacks thoroughly soaked with precum, dress shirt torn wide open, fingers of the other hand twisting a perked up nipple through the soft fabric of his white undershirt. What… what was he doing?! He had to stop this… he had to…

Marcus saw movement on the other side of the gloryhole… was the hole always this big…? Something slid through it without any warning. A cock… so massive and fat… easily thicker than his wrist, its impossibly swollen purple head glistened covered in pre under the sickly bathroom light. Its smell hit him even before it was fully on his side… the rank and ripe stink of a real man. Just like that any bit of clarity that Marcus had managed to momentarily regain after snapping out of the horny haze was already long gone. 

Please… please, run… His body started to move, but it was not towards the door like he wanted. Marcus was forced to listen in horror as his knees fell onto the grimy, cracked tiles on the floor with a heavy thud. His neck was extending forward, head tilting slightly to the side as he opened his lips as wide as he physically could… please run… a ripe, salty taste exploded on his tongue as he began to run its tip across the underside of the cock, greedily lapping up the oozing precum before closing his lips tightly around its immense girth. 

It was pure filth but the pleasure made his eyes roll back into his skull, the sluttiest, hungriest moan imaginable vibrating within his chest as Marcus began rapidly bobbing his head up and down, driven by an uncontrollable need he still couldn’t begin to comprehend. Each attempt to resist it only made him suck on the cock with more desperation, he was drowning in far too much pleasure to even notice as his cheeks started to become fuller, curving with dingy grey hair that with each gulp of precum grew thicker and spread further down his neck. It was already more than a stubble, rather a full, messy beard, matted, crusty with countless loads he didn’t get to completely swallow up before they started to spill all over his face.

Memories of it were appearing inside his head, cruising for cock at the sleaziest truck stops one could find… At first Marcus thought they were merely horny fantasies, same as before, but they felt so warm and familiar, just like the taste of this unwashed cock between his lips. He’d sucked off hundreds, if not thousands, he was a fucking pro at this! How else did his gut grow so damn huge if not from all those hot, trucker loads?! Marcus abruptly froze as he felt it swelling and pushing outwards against his palm, no… no, no, no, he was at the gym just yesterday… 

He knew it was true, he remembered it, but suddenly Marcus simply couldn’t figure out what for… to suck someone off? Nah, those shaved smooth muscle boys weren’t his thing, he liked to be fucked by a real man, beefy and hairy like a fucking animal! One that smelled nice and ripe too! He lifted one of his arms and took a deep breath of the musky funk that immediately filled the air. Fuck… groaning in pleasure as he watched his hand changing before his eyes, growing meatier and wider, every finger becoming rough and calloused with coarse, grey fur on top of every knuckle, spreading up to his wrist, then the forearm, fuck, it was getting so damn beefy too! 

Seeing something like this ought to have scared the shit out of him but instead Marcus found himself jerking off even harder and faster, feeling his churning balls slapping against his thighs. By now his gut was already completely smothered against the compartment wall so Marcus couldn’t see just how massive his sack had gotten, but he still could feel how badly he needed to unload it! Though not before he gave that fat cock in his mouth a proper milking!

Salty pre was constantly leaking down his gullet as if from a broken faucet, each drop packing on further pounds of beef and bulk onto the frame of a once scrawny financial advisor. Now his shoulders were broadening, arms and chest expanding with slabs of heavy, raw muscle acquired through decades of hauling freight into his truck. Sweaty, grey streaked fur crawling all over his back, chest and gut. 

Fffuuuuuckkk… he heard his dress shirt and pants giving out and then haphazardly tossed them aside. By now only his undershirt was left, even if it hardly resembled the pristinely white, silky thing that he’d once shelled out a couple hundred bucks for. Nah… the fuck was he talking about? He found it in the sleeper cab of that big dicked trucker bear who fucked him last week, the hot bastard was using it a cum rag and let him have it as long as it fit over his gut! Thank fucking god it did, Marty had not once taken it off since and regularly added fresh new loads to it every couple hundred miles!

No… fuck… no matter how hard his cock twitched as he thought about this disgusting fucking filth he knew this wasn’t him!!! Marcus tried to pull back, to stop his hairy, calloused hand from pistoning up and down his stubby cock, to spit that massive, log of veiny meat out his mouth… but Marty’s lips were wrapped so tightly around it, massaging and worshipping every inch of it like a goddamn expert, so hungry for that huge, creamy load which he knew was only moments away from filling him up. He needed it so fucking bad!!!

Instead of pulling away, his face pushed forward, forcefully ramming every last inch of that gigantic fuckstick down his throat and in that same moment he heard a roaring grunt that drowned out even the sounds of the wild orgy still going on outside. It was as if a fucking geyser had erupted in his mouth, massive blasts of cum hammering at the back of his throat, squirting out through the gaps between the cock and the corners of his lips. 

He could hardly breathe but Marty was in fucking heaven, gulping down load after load as the enormous piece of meat pulsed against his tongue feeding him to his heart’s content. His own cock had long gone off and finished splattering his gut with ribbons of cum, adding yet another crusty layer to the matted fur which densely covered it, but this one was still going strong! Still pumping more and more of its seed down his gullet. Marty didn’t know that such a thing was even possible but he might have orgasmed again just from the sensation alone. His consciousness completely drifting off into a land of pure, horny bliss.

He’d just barely noticed it slipping out of his mouth after what felt like a whole lifetime. The wild rush of pleasure was slowly fading, but the need was not… if anything it was stronger now… Marty ran his tongue across his cum-drenched mustache and savored the salty taste, his cock was already twitching again, almost completely hard. Fuck! Fuck, that was so fucking hot! But he still needed more, so much more! He needed cock! He needed to be fucking bred! Pumped so full by those hot fuckers outside till he was leaking from both goddamn ends!

Marty just barely managed to heave himself up, kicking away the tatters of his ruined pants still hanging around his ankles, then lumbered out into the bathroom, his furry, cum-soaked gut swinging from side to side, heavy balls churning with a fresh load and hole itching with need to be plowed. But the place was completely empty… Marty stood there blinking cluelessly in the flickering light. Dang, where’d they go? He could have sworn he could still hear them a second ago… 

But there was nobody here, just the grimy tiles, the rusted sinks, an old, worn cap that somebody left next to one of them. Marty instinctively put it on and then glanced at the reflection staring back at him in the dirty, cracked mirror. His cock instantly perking up at the sight, a hulking fucking beast of a trucker, huge beard matted with a fresh load of cum, solid beerkeg of a gut and arms like fucking hams! He flexed them in admiration before running his meaty paw through his mustache and collecting some of that still warm cum so he could savor its salty taste one more time.

“Reckon I better hit the next stop soon…”