Riley & Jason: Pissing on (and off) the Wrong – Guy – Incomplete

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Chapter 1

Riley

Riley Daniels rolled out of bed not bothering to cover his throbbing erection.  His roommate, Zander, was staying over at his girlfriend’s and Riley had nothing to be ashamed of.  He was proud of his massive cock and balls.  He had the biggest cock on the soccer team and displayed it proudly whenever he could.  The other guys teased him about it but he didn’t care.  He knew they were jealous; he saw their stares out of the corner of his eye when they thought he couldn’t see.  He smirked to himself and massaged his shaft.  He was so fucking horny!  A soft moan escaped his lips.  Christ, he was the fucking luckiest bastard alive, he thought to himself, savoring the pleasure of the moment.  A huge dick, a hot girlfriend, rich parents, a top position on an all-star college soccer team.   How could life get better?

He laughed to himself, stretching.  As he jacked himself, he remembered the night before and wondered why he didn’t have a hangover.  Fuck, he and Jason had been hammered.  They’d been out drinking with the guys at the frat party because their girlfriends, Madison and Chelsea, were pledging and busy all weekend.  Long after midnight, they had stumbled back to Jason’s dorm to finish off a pint of Jack Daniels but when they tumbled through the door, Jason’s creepy gay roommate had been there, lying in bed and staring at his tablet.  The little nerd had no social life.  All he did was go to class, do research, and read.  They had tried to ignore him but he kept looking over at them and giving them the stink eye.  Christ, he was such a freak.

Finally, Jason had lost it with him.  He stood up, and, yanking down his shorts, walked unsteadily over to Jordan, shaking his dick in the little queer’s face.  Roaring with laughter, Riley had joined him and before he knew it both of them were pissing all over the little guy.  The look on his face had been so fucking funny.

“This is as close to a real man you’ll ever get, asshole!” Jason had said, soaking Jordan with piss.  Jordan was so shocked, all he could do was sit there and take it.  Jason had flexed, showing off his lean physique.  “This is a fucking real man’s hard body.  I’m the man, faggot.  Don’t forget it!”

“And this is as close to a real man’s big cock you’ll ever get!” Riley had added, pulling down on his rod and spraying urine all over Jordan’s bed and covers.  “Too bad you will never have as a horse cock like this.”

Jordan had finally recovered from his shock and stormed into the bathroom, pajamas soaking wet and stained yellow with piss.

Jason and Riley had roared with laughter and had giddily fumbled to pull up their shorts. Tossing the bottle on the floor, they careened out of the room and out onto the lawn where they’d met up with a group of hot sorority chicks and partied until past four in the morning.

Riley glanced at the clock.  He’d only gotten about three hours of sleep.  Fuck, what a night!  He thought, shooting his load all over the floor.

Jason

It was a great day.  Jason Spivey woke up just before sunrise feeling awake, alive, and full of energy.  It was Saturday morning and he’d been out late partying the night before with Riley but for some reason, he didn’t feel like sleeping in.  He jumped out of bed, uncertain why he felt so good but sure that something great was about to happen.  He could just feel it.

His phone buzzed just then and he picked it up.  It was a message from Riley and was just one word:  “RUN?”  Jason shook his head.  Riley always seemed to know when he was itching for a run.  It was like he had a sixth sense or something.  Jason tapped out, “FUCK YEAH.  Meet you out front in 10.”  He liked running with Riley; he was the only guy on the team who could keep up with him.

Grabbing his towel, razor, and wearing only a pair of boxers, Jason made his way out of the room.  His freaky roommate, Jordan, was wrapped defensively in his sheets and groaned as he shut the door.  Jason smiled to himself, remembering the night before and not feeling the least bit ashamed.  Looks like the faggot changed the sheets, he thought to himself, smirking.

The halls were empty and the shower room was quiet.  Yanking down his boxers, he paused to admire himself in the mirrors.  His light, blond hair was pleasantly tussled from sleep and his pale, super lean body gleamed in the fluorescent light, every sinew clearly outlined.  He grinned as he rubbed his fingers up his six pack; he loved his hard body.  He turned on the shower, grabbing the electric razor he kept under the sink.  While the water warmed, he ran the razor over his torso, pubes, butt and legs making sure to not miss an inch of skin.  Chelsea liked him smooth and he loved the silky, clean feeling of his denuded skin.  Plus it made his awesome cock stand out.  He winked at his reflection as he stepped into the hot spray, kicking the shower door closed behind him with his foot.

Like he did every day, he scrubbed himself with lots of Axe body wash.  He made sure that he always smelled fresh and clean, even after a hard workout.  The other guys on the team could be slobs but Jason was always impeccable.

After he’d toweled off, Jason threw on his boxers and headed back to his room to grab his favorite pair of red running shorts and his shoes.  Jordan was still wrapped tightly in his sheets and turned away from the early morning light streaming in the windows.  Jason made as much noise as he could and laughed when he heard his roommate’s annoyed groan.  Fuck the little asshole, Jason thought.  It was only a matter of time before the fruit asked to be assigned to another room and Jason would be rid of him.  

He pulled down his boxers and tossed them across the room, stepping into his pair of shorts.  He was nestling his package in the liner when he yelled out in pain.  What the fuck! He doubled over, clutching his balls.  It was like his nuts were on fire.

Fuck, it stung!  Was there a spider hiding in there or something?  Moaning, he pulled his shorts down and looked inside the pouch but didn’t see anything.  He examined his nuts critically.  The skin of his sac was red and enflamed but he didn’t see any bite marks.  Jason massaged them gingerly and cast a sidelong glance at Jordan.  Had he…?

He was about to confront the little fucker when his phone buzzed.  It was Riley wondering where he was.  Jason narrowed his eyes.  He would get back at the faggot later.  Now he was going to run.

 His junk was still tingling but the pain had lessened.  Jason frowned and stood up.  That was really weird.  He took a few steps and bounced up and down on his toes.  His package throbbed but the pain was tolerable.  Finally, he shrugged and, pushing the door open, paced down the hall and out of the dorm.  Riley was already waiting at the entrance for him.  Walking seemed to help and after a few steps, Jason forgot all about the weird jolt.

Outside, it was a cool morning and the campus was still deeply asleep.  Except for Riley, of course. Jason’s friend and teammate waved and gave him a wry look as he approached.  “Glad you finally made it, dude.  I was going to leave without you.”  Like Jason, he was wearing a pair of red running shorts.  His brown hair was bleached almost blond by the sun but his skin was tanned dark. 

 Jason scowled at him, snorting, “Just try to keep up,” before taking off at a fast clip.

Riley was startled but let out a happy whoop, giving chase.  Jason ran through the winding streets with Riley close on his tail until he reached the trailhead on the edge of the practice field.   He waited until Riley had just about caught up before kicking it into high gear, luxuriating in the sensation of his muscles working effortlessly as his legs took charge.  His mind could suspend all thought and the only thing that existed was the singularity of the trail and his body’s smooth effort.  It was amazing.  Jason felt like he could run forever.

The trail followed the river for a while before climbing into the hills above.  Jason could hear Riley puffing behind him, a little slower but still holding on.  His body adjusted to the change in topography and he felt himself slightly widen his gait to jump over and around the roots and rocks, dips and bumps.  Sweat droplets slipped down his back and he absently wiped his forehead; his breathing grew deeper and he worked his arms, using the momentum to push himself up the hill.  The hill was long and steep in some stretches but he relished the challenge, making it to the top without even having to slow to catch his breath.  His legs ached for more.  Behind him, the sound of Riley’s footsteps was growing softer.  He grinned to himself; Riley was having trouble matching his pace.  Jason pushed himself harder and heard Riley groan from far behind him.

Jason ran the entire loop, more than fifteen miles, stopping only twice to take a drink from the water fountains at the campgrounds.  He waited for Riley at each stop but it was clear that his buddy wasn’t having the great run that Jason was.  Jason didn’t even feel hungry.  Where the energy was coming from, he had no idea.  The campers were just unzipping their tents to blink at the morning sun as he sped past, a wide smile on his face.  It was amazing to be alive.

On a whim, he turned and headed down the exit at the other end of campus and found himself near the football compound.  Throwing a glance behind him, he saw that Riley was nearly a hundred yards behind him, red faced and sweating.  Jason thought about slowing down but then he saw the football team.  Surprisingly, the guys were out practicing already, running in a group just ahead of him.  Jason couldn’t help sneering to himself.  There was a long rivalry between the football team and the soccer team.  The football players resented the soccer players because the soccer program had gradually gained prominence over the football team.  After years of being the top sport on campus, attendance at football games was flagging and soccer was enjoying a surge in popularity.  This seemed only natural to Jason because football was a moron’s sport.  He consciously sped up to catch them.

Jason laughed to himself as he neared the team.  The players were uniformly blocky and over-muscled.  They labored together, barely able to maintain a jog, their bovine bodies pouring sweat.  Some of them were shirtless and Jason felt disgusted watching their hairy bodies heave and jiggle as they plodded along in a motley herd. 

Jason reveled in the grace and speed of his body.   He was taller, leaner, and faster than they were.  His torso gleamed with a sheen of sweat in the morning sun, every muscle popping out beneath his flawless skin.  His muscular legs churned up the dirt as he picked up speed.  He was on fire and he gloried in the contrast between him and the grunting football players.  He knew that anyone watching couldn’t fail to notice his easy superiority.  He was a god.  Jason breezed past them, calling out, “Come on, guys!  You can do better than that.”

He heard them grumble and he laughed out loud.  How could the day get any better?  He picked up the pace even more, feeling so free and alive.  Running had never been this perfect.  

When he neared the soccer compound and was convinced the football players were far behind, he allowed himself to slow down to wait for Riley.  It took him a while but soon he heard familiar footsteps behind him.

“Dude, you smoked me!” Riley gasped as he approached.  Jason slowed down and stopped as his buddy caught up with him, breathing hard.  Riley stooped over and put his hand on his knees, chest heaving.

Jason stood there, arms crossed and feeling privately superior.  Riley usually didn’t have much trouble keeping up with him and was one of the fastest runners on the team.  This meant he was getting faster and faster.  He was probably now the fastest guy.  He couldn’t wait for practice on Monday.  He couldn’t wait to show everyone…he reached down and scratched his crotch absently (god, it felt itchy for some reason) and then stopped himself, glad that Riley hadn’t seen him.  In a moment, though, his hand was back on his crotch, scratching himself.  Now that he’d stopped running, he realized that his junk was still kind of burning down there.  He’d forgotten all about the weird pain before he left dorm.  He scratched again and then noticed Riley doing the same thing.  He looked away but when he looked back Riley was still scratching.

 Riley notice him staring and stopped scratching himself.  “Sorry, bro.  My nuts are burning.  They’ve been burning all morning.  I think a bug or something crawled into my shorts overnight and bit me when I put them on.”  He scratched himself again, this time unselfconsciously.

Jason felt himself flush as he resisted the urge to scratch himself again.  Should he say anything?  The burning was becoming distracting.  He reached down and scratched.

Riley glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.  “Your balls itch, too, or you just showing sympathy?”

“Fuck you,” Jason said reflexively and then added, “But, yeah, now that you mention it.  I had the same thing happen to me this morning.”

Riley’s forehead crinkled.  “You think…?”

Jason’s gaze flicked to Riley’s face and then away.  He didn’t want to think it but it was just too coincidental.

“Did that homo roommate of yours put itching powder in our shorts to get back at us?  I can see how he could done it to you because you share a room with him.  But how would he have gotten into my room?”  Riley grimaced as he scratched himself harder and let out a soft moan.  “It’s gotta be just a coincidence.”

Jason scowled, trying and failing to stop scratching himself.  “Maybe.  But if he did, I’ll fucking kill him.”

“You really couldn’t blame him after what we did to him,” Riley murmured, moving his hands inside his shorts.  Jason looked away.

“Dude…” he said disapprovingly.  “I don’t want to see you scratch your junk.”

Riley abruptly pulled his hand out of his shorts, letting it hover uncertainly over his crotch for a moment before he resumed scratching.  “I don’t give a fuck, dude.  I gotta scratch!  Don’t watch if it bothers you.”

Jason turned away and scratched.  It was driving him crazy, too.  After a few seconds, Riley made an exasperated sound and trotted away, calling over his shoulder, “Dude, I’m going to soak in the river.  My nuts are on fire here!”

Not knowing what to do, Jason stood there uncertainly for a moment before following him.  Cold water on his crotch sounded really good right now.  He was going to fucking kill Jordan when he got back.

Jason followed Riley down the side path to the river.  His friend had already waded in up to his waist by the time he got there.  His shorts, socks, and shoes were tossed carelessly on some rocks nearby.  Jason rolled his eyes.

“What the fuck, dude?  Skinny dipping?  In the middle of campus”

Riley turned and flashed him a grin.  “It feels awesome, dude!  My balls are in heaven!”

Jason sighed and looked around.  It wasn’t exactly the most private spot.  Even though there was no one around at the moment, anyone could walk by.  His hands hesitated on the elastic of his shorts but in the end he opted to keep them on as he waded in.  Normally, he would have clenched when the cold water hit his crotch but today he welcomed the icy current hitting his privates.  He sighed loudly.  Riley sank into the water, letting the current carry him down to where Jason was.  

“God!  We should do this more often,” he said, leaning back to grab a rock and letting the water run over his body.  His hips floated up in the water, exposing his prominent manhood. Jason felt his cheeks color and he moved away.  Riley was always showing off.

The burning gone, Jason sought to change the topic of conversation.  It was weirding him out sitting in the middle of campus with a naked guy.  “Did you see those stupid football players?” he asked with disdain.  “Why do they even bother training on Saturday mornings?  They totally suck.”

Riley closed his eyes and leaned further into the current, the corner of his mouth upturned.  “I know, right?  They sure were pissed by the time I ran past them.  What did you say to them?”

Jason snorted.  “Nothing.  I just told them to pick up the pace.  Dumb, fat jocks.”  

Riley snorted with laughter and Jason settled down into the river, holding onto a slimy rock and leaning his head back into the water.  The burning gone, he allowed himself to relish his victory over the idiotic brutes on the football team.  He had just had the best fucking run of his life!  He couldn’t wait to show off at practice on Monday.

They sat there in the river, neither saying anything until Jason worried that he would get a sunburn.  It was September and the sun wasn’t as hot as it had been in July but he was really fair-skinned and didn’t tan at all.  Plus, it had to be only a matter of time before someone walked by.  He sat up and nearly pitched forward on the slippery stones.  “I gotta go,” he said, wind milling his arms frantically and feeling like an ass.

Riley kept his head in the water, clearly enjoying himself.  It wasn’t until Jason had nearly waded back to shore that he yelled out, “Hey, dude!  Before you go, can you throw me my shorts?” 

Jason turned, frowning.  He did not feel like balancing over the slippery rocks again. “Naw, I don’t think so, bro.  It was your choice to take ‘em off.  Deal with it.”  He headed back toward shore.

“But, dude!” his friend complained, “I’ve got one going on here!” 

Exasperated, Jason turned to see Riley motioning with his head down toward his crotch.  Jason felt his face go red.  “Fuck, bro!  What’s wrong with you?”

Riley looked away, abashed.  “I don’t know.  It must be the rushing water or something…”

Jason reached shore and disgustedly grabbed Riley’s shorts and was about to throw them at his friend when Riley stopped him.  “Don’t toss ‘em unless you want to see me stand up!”

“You stupid fuck,” Jason muttered but duly waded back across the river.  Riley grabbed the shorts out of his hands gratefully.

“Catch ya later?”

Jason was already heading back to shore.  He shrugged, grumbling, “I doubt it.”

Jason pulled on his shoes and kicked it back to campus.  He was in no mood to be around when Riley got out of the water.  What the fuck was wrong with the dude getting a fricking hardon in public?  Disgusted, he pushed himself into high gear but found that his energy was flagging and he didn’t have the speed he’d possessed earlier.  His stomach growled.  A fifteen-mile run before breakfast would make anyone hungry, he reassured himself.  Even he couldn’t maintain that kind of speed forever.  At least he was close to the dorms and no one else was running.  He didn’t have to worry that anyone would pass him.  He pushed himself harder and felt his body protest.  His muscles were chilled after the soak in the river and he felt stiff.  Come on, come on, he told himself.  You can do it.  He gradually coaxed his body to move.

He was somewhat disconcerted when a few minutes later he heard the distinct sound of footsteps behind him.  Of fucking course! he thought, thinking it must be Riley.  His friend was getting on his nerves and Jason just wanted to be alone.  He picked up the pace a bit, determined to lose him.

The steps grew louder.  Cursing to himself, he picked up the pace until he was running at his limit.  How could Riley keep up with him?  He’d been wasted just a few minutes ago.  Jason knew couldn’t sustain this pace for long but he was determined to lose his friend.  There was no way he was going to end this amazing run by getting passed!

A few excruciating minutes passed but the steps behind him didn’t fade.  Jason couldn’t believe that the Riley was still keeping pace.  Finally, out of the corner of his eye, Jason saw the runner catch up and they ran beside each other for a few moments before he turned to see who it was.  He almost stopped dead in his tracks.

It wasn’t Riley.

It was a fucking football player.

What?  How?

The other guy was a fucking muscle gorilla.  He was so bulky that he shouldn’t been able to run more than a hundred yards.  Yet here he was, loping along with Jason.  Not just keeping pace; he was going faster!  Running without a shirt, the guy’s oversized pecs were flopping up and down.  His round, stubby legs were about half the size of Jason’s and his oversized feet slapped the ground loudly with each step.  Jason grimaced; the guy was a fucking ‘roid case.  How the fuck could he run this fast?

Jason was beside himself and didn’t know what to do.  This wasn’t possible.  He was not being passed by a meat-headed football player.  He felt himself grow red and tried to pick up the pace but couldn’t go faster.  He knew that he couldn’t possibly be running that much slower than before and yet somehow this dumb beast was passing him.

“How’s it going?” the dude asked as he pulled even with Jason.  Jason, steaming and furious, nodded curtly at him, not trusting himself to respond.  There was something just wrong about this.  It had to be a joke.  But how could it be?

When the guy started to pull ahead of him, Jason almost lost it.  This is not happening.  This is not happening.  This is not happening, Jason told himself, seething with anger.  But miraculously, the gap grew between them widened until the ungainly monster was a good six feet in front of him.  Finally, Jason couldn’t take it anymore and stopped, letting the guy chug away.  He stood there, feeling sweat trickle down his back and watching the guy disappear around the corner.  He shook his head in disbelief and leaned down, hands on his knees, panting.  A few seconds later, his humiliation only got worse as the football team passed by, laughing.   They’d seen the whole thing.  “Ha!” one guy taunted, “Can’t even keep up with the real men, huh, soccer fag?”

Jason stared down at the dirt, face red and chest heaving.  He would have flipped them off and sped past them but he was too fatigued and fought to catch his breath.  He felt lightheaded and wanted to throw up.  He was completely humiliated and pissed off.  How dare that guy pass him!  How dare those ugly brutes taunt him!  He wanted to punch someone but there wasn’t anyone around to vent his anger on.  Where the fuck was Riley when he needed a punching bag?  He impotently kicked the dirt and cursed loudly. Throwing a tantrum helped a bit but not much.  Looking around, he realized that he was near the coed dorm where Chelsea lived.  He rallied his pride and decided to jog over to see her.  It was late enough by then that she should be up.  He didn’t know why but he just needed to see her.  She would make him feel better.

The jog past the dorms helped assuage his wounded ego a bit.  The sun was well up by then and girls were already coming out with their beach towels to lie in the sun.  He noticed that that a few cast admiring glances at him as he ran past.  A bolder one even catcalled.  He began to feel some of his earlier cockiness return.  The closer he got to Chelsea’s dorm, the more his pride perked up.  ‘I just ran over fifteen miles before breakfast,’ he told himself.  ‘The guy was fresh and probably only running a mile or two.  Let’s see him run as far as I did and still pass me!’  He knew he was a god in comparison. That guy would never have that.

Chelsea was just getting back from breakfast when Jason showed up at her door, panting and dripping.  She was still wearing a bathrobe and hadn’t put any makeup on yet, but she looked like the loveliest thing he had ever seen and he told her so.  She actually blushed and cast her eyes down.  She didn’t resist as he reached out and pulled her close to him.

“Ewww, you’re all sweaty…and prickly,” she complained, pushing away from him and running her finger down his chest.  “Didn’t you shave this morning?”

“What?” he started to say and then looked down.  Chelsea was right.  His chest and torso were covered in stubble.  He stared, running his hand over his belly.  It felt like sandpaper.  And the hair looked…different. “How…?” he started to ask, but Chelsea stopped him, taking his hands and putting them around her.

“Don’t worry, stud.  You can shave later,” she breathed in his ear.

Feeling her soft body against him made him forget all about his chest hair and he wrapped his arms around her.  He bent his head down and gave her a passionate kiss.

“Oh!” Chelsea exclaimed, nuzzling into his arm.  “How about if we take this inside?” 

Jason laughed and allowed her to lead him by the hand into her room.  He thanked god that she had rich parents who sprang for a private room.  There was no chance of being interrupted.

Once inside her room, he tore open her gown, revealing her taut body.  She was wearing a really sexy bra and panties and he couldn’t wait to get them off of her.  She giggled as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra.  When it fell away, exposing her pert breasts, he leaned down and kissed her nipples.  She shuddered and pulled him toward her, wrapping her arms tightly around his sweaty torso.

He had a raging hardon by this point but she suddenly stopped and, pinching the skin over his hips, exclaimed, “My lover boy’s got love handles!”

“Ha ha,” Jason said, annoyed.  “You know there is not an ounce of fat on this body.”  

Chelsea pinched harder making him wince.  “Then what is this, big guy?  I thought you were too active with all of your running and soccer practice to gain weight.”

“Ow!” he complained.  “I just ran over fifteen miles and felt great.  I haven’t even…” his voice trailed off as he looked down.  His heart stopped.  OMG! He thought.  She’s right!  A small roll of skin hung over the waistband of his shorts.  He stared at his stomach in disbelief.  Huh? He reached down and touched it, convinced it didn’t belong to him.  There was no way he had a trace of fat on his belly.  No way.  But his fingers grasped his own flesh.  It wasn’t a trick.  It really was him.  All him.

Chelsea seemed amused.  “Come on, Jason.  I’m sure you’ll lose it in no time.  It’s been a stressful semester already, you just need to remember to stop eating when you feel full,” she cajoled.

Jason felt his ears burning in humiliation.  He was a fucking all-star athlete, as close to a god as a mortal could get.  The other guys on the team all envied him.  There was no way this was happening to him. He’d just had the best run of his life—before breakfast.  He hadn’t been overeating.  And he wasn’t under stress.  He pushed away from Chelsea.

“I’m getting out of here,” he hissed.

“Jason, come on…” she started to say but he had turned already.  He slammed the door behind him and stalked out of the dorm.

He jogged back to his dorm enraged.  The fucking morning was complete shit.  His stomach was growling and he felt weak from hunger.  It did nothing to improve his mood.  By the time he got back to his room, he was ready to kill Jordan.  All of this was his fault, Jason just knew it.  He didn’t know how Jordan was responsible yet but he was fucking going to find out.  He was fucking going to kick that faggot’s ass.  He was going to fucking…

Lettrice Warner, the RA for dorm, was waiting at the door of his room when he rounded the corner.  Her face turned hard when she saw him.

 “Lettrice, what…?” he started to ask but she held up her hand.

“You’re moving out today, Spivey.”

He stared at her.  “Moving out?”

She nodded curtly.  “Yeah, that’s right.”  She handed him a letter.  It was signed by the president of the residential judicial council.

He gaped.

“We held an emergency meeting this morning after your roommate reported your obscene behavior last night.”  Jason realized there were bags under her eyes and they were red-rimmed; she was tired. She folded her arms and continued, “We never meet on Saturday mornings unless a student does something really awful.”  She paused and raised a carefully plucked eyebrow.  “Congratulations, Spivey, you did something really awful:  You’re the reason I had to pull my ass out of bed at seven this morning.”

He swallowed, suddenly terrified.  Was he going to lose his scholarship?  Were they going to kick him out college entirely?  Could they do that without a hearing?  His mouth was dry.  He had forgotten all about being hungry.

“But…” he started to protest but she silenced him again.

“No.  I’m not going to listen to any excuses.  We would kick you out of the dorms entirely if there had been any witnesses.  Unfortunately, we just have Jordan’s word.”  Her eyes narrowed, “And his urine soaked clothes and sheets.”

“He could have pissed the bed…” Jason said in a weak voice.

Lettrice stared at him icily.  “Save it, Spivey.  You’re out of here.  I was hoping that the dorms were all full and you’d have to find an apartment but there is one dorm that still has space.  It’s a bit of a hike but, if you ask me,” she paused, surveying his sweaty torso critically, “you could use a little more exercise anyway.”

Jason recoiled as if he’d been stung.  That bitch did not just say that!  Coming on the heels of Chelsea’s comment, this was too much for his besieged ego to take.  “You fucking…” he started to say.

Lettrice’s eyes grew cold and she drew herself up to her full height.  She was a surprisingly tall woman.  “I suggest you shut it, Spivey.  Now go in there and pack your bags.  You have one hour.”

Jason’s jaw dropped.  “One hour?”

“If you choose, you can appeal the decision.”  Lettrice paused to give him a distasteful stare before adding, “However, this order is effective immediately and an appeal takes three weeks.  Either you move to the West Quad today or you get your own apartment.  Today.”  With that, she turned and strode purposefully away, leaving Jason gaping.  The perfect day had gone completely to shit.

In the end, Jason carted all of his shit to his car and drove over to West Quad.  He fucking hated West Quad.  It was the dumb jock dorm.  Specifically, it was the football dorm.  Filled with roided up idiot meat heads waddling around and belching.  Fuck, what had he done to deserve this?  Couldn’t a guy piss on his roommate anymore without having to worry about politically-correct Nazis jumping all over him?  This university was for shit.

The form said that his new roommate’s name was Cody Johnson.  If that wasn’t a football name, Jason didn’t know shit.  Fuck.  Trading in a faggot roommate for a big dufus.  What the fuck?  He lugged his huge duffel bag behind him up the sidewalk to the dorm.  His room was on the fifth floor and the elevator smelled like piss.  When the door opened, he was greeted with the odor of stale beer, sweat, and mildew.  Fuck, it smelled like fucking locker room.  Jason scowled and hauled his bag out of the elevator.  A couple huge apes were lumbering down the hall toward him.  He looked at the floor but they stopped in front of him and wouldn’t let him pass.

“You’re Jaci, right?”  Jason looked up in annoyance (Jaci?) as the big ox stuck out his hand.  Jason stared at it for a moment before reaching hesitantly out to take it.  It was hugest, most calloused hand Jason had ever felt.  It didn’t feel human.  The huge guy shook his hand vigorously, making Jason flinch.  “My name’s Caleb.  Glad to have you here, bro!” he rumbled.  “You’ll fit right in.”  His voice was deep, almost laughably guttural.  He spoke slowly as if it was difficult to form words.

Fucking Neanderthal, Jason thought, trying to force his lips into the semblance of a smile.  “Uh, my name’s Jason, not Jaci,” he said and then hesitated before adding, “Good to meet you.”  He extracted his hand from Caleb’s grasp just as the other guy grabbed it.

“I’m João,” the huge dude said in a thick accent.  “It’s good to have another brasileiro here.”

Jason stared at him.  “Huh?”

João squinted at him.  “A Brazilian, man.  Glad you’re with us.”

Brazilian?  What the fuck was he talking about?  Jason was as white and as American as they came.  “Um, I’m not a Brazilian.”

The big brute gaped at him for a moment before bursting into a loud guffaw.  “Good one, man!  You had me there for a second.  Fuck.  Good one, Jaci!”  He punched Jason hard in the arm and headed off down the hall.

“Your room is the last one on the right,” Caleb called out behind him.  “I think Cody’s just got back from lunch.”

Jason grunted.  Fucking dumb jocks, he thought, his stomach growling.  He’d only had an energy bar since getting back from his run.  He would need to eat something soon or he was going to pass out.

Riley

Riley limped back to the path room feeling tired and out of sorts.  His erection would not stay down and he had to walk funny to keep it from poking out and being completely obvious.  Soaking in the river had helped his burning balls but had done nothing to assuage his horniness.  He’d been on fucking overdrive since waking up and if anything was getting hornier by the step.  Fuck.

There were too many people on the main pathway to campus so he opted to take a shortcut through the agricultural section.  It was more isolated and, if he cut through the fields, he could make it back to his dorm in the half the time.

The morning was growing hot and he soon began sweating again.  Flies were buzzing around his head and he smelled the distinct odor of manure.  Christ, animals smelled like shit, he thought to himself as he awkwardly scaled a low fence and jumped onto the closely cropped grass on the other side.  His erection chafed painfully against his shorts and he was tempted to strip nude again.  He looked around but didn’t see anyone.  Should he?  God, he so wanted to but didn’t want to risk being caught naked with a huge erection in public; it would be the end of his soccer career.  He tugged on the front of his shorts in irritation, trying to stretch them out to give him more room.  Sometimes having a huge cock was a liability.  

Riley trudged across the field, gingerly stepping around piles of dung and swatting away flies.  The sun was beating down on him and every step was painful as his shorts rubbed against his hardon.  He reached down to adjust himself and almost collapsed.  The tiniest touch was enough to send waves of pleasure through his body.  Fuck.  It felt great but this wasn’t normal.  His cock was about to explode and it took all of his restraint not to whip down his shorts and beat off right there.  He forced himself to stand still and close his eyes, willing his erection to subside. This was not normal.  Something was wrong.  He took a deep breath but the odor of manure made him gag.  He felt lightheaded.  It was so fucking hot.  His body was pouring sweat.

Something bumped into him.

Startled, he opened his eyes and nearly freaked out.  He was surrounded by a bunch of fucking horses…or something.  No, they weren’t horses.  What were they?  Where the fuck had they come from?

The horse things were circling around, closing in.  Their ears were slanted backward and their huge lips were pealed back exposing large, flat, yellowed teeth.  They moved in closer.

Riley backed up but one of them nipped him painfully on the shoulder.

Fuck!

Another one nipped him.  Harder this time.

Fuck fuck!

What was going on?  He tried to push through but the herd bit and pushed and shoved him back into the center.  He cried out and felt blood trickling down his back.  One of the fuckers had bitten him hard.

When they started to rear up on their hind legs, Riley lost it and screamed like a girl.  The next moment he had been knocked down and was lying in the mud.  Something large and heavy hit him on the side of his head.  Stars exploded in his head.

The world went dark.

Someone was murmuring soothingly when he awoke.  He could feel a pair of hands were washing him with a warm cloth.  He smelled barn smells but the odor was pleasing.  Riley sighed and stretched out.  His body ached, his head ached, but he felt so calm and at peace.  There was a soft laugh and someone spoke words in a language he didn’t recognize.   A moist towel was laid soothingly across his face.

He tried to lift his hand to remove the towel but couldn’t.  

His hand was tied down.

What the fuck? His heart leaping into his throat, Riley tried to sit up but couldn’t.  His feet were tied down, too. Belatedly, he realized he was completely naked, lying spreadeagled on a what felt like a bed of straw.

“Let me the fuck go!” he shouted, fighting back panic.  His mind went blank.  Some fucking pervert had stripped him naked and tied him up.  He was going to be fucking tortured.

Or worse…

“Tranquilo, tranquilo,” a man’s voice whispered, soothingly.  The hands continued their ministrations, washing and wiping all over his body.  They were rubbing his belly, warm water trickling across his stomach.

The hands moved lower.

The fucking pervert was going for his junk!

Riley screamed again and struggled to get free but the bonds were too tight.  He was trapped!

“Fucking let me go, man!” he cried.  “You’ll regret this!”

The hands lifted from his body and Riley lay there, tensed.  The room—barn, he must be in a barn—was quiet except for rustling and stamping sounds.  Animals?  He strained to listen.  Had his captor left?  Had he scared him away?  How was he going to get free?  He could die here if no one found him.  He was going to fucking die here.  Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

A second later he convulsed as someone grabbed his cock.

“Hey! Fuck!” he shouted and then cried out in pain as something sharp stabbed into it.  A sickening warmth spread through down his shaft and into his balls before spreading through his groin area.  The warmth grew in heat and intensity as it moved down his legs and up his torso.  It felt like his body was burning up.  Riley screamed, “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” as he felt his blood turn molten and pulse up toward his head.  By the time it reached his neck, his voice trailed off and his head fell back.  He felt his mind get completely fried as blackness closed in around him again.

Jason

Jason swore under his breath when his new roommate, Cody Johnson, opened the door.  Of fucking course, he thought, inwardly groaning.

It was the fucker who had passed him on the run that morning.  What were the odds?  He seethed inwardly, barely able to keep the look of distaste off his face.  Remember, Jason, you have to live at least the next two months with this dude, he reminded himself.  It didn’t make much difference, though.  He still wanted to kill the guy.

Cody didn’t seem to remember him.  His blue eyes lit up and he smiled broadly, exclaiming, “Fuck!  You’re Jaci, right?  I’m glad you’re here, man!  I was afraid I was going to spend the whole semester without a roomie.”  

“Jason,” Jason said perturbed.  “My name’s Jason.”

Cody gave him a funny look and then shrugged, saying, “Whatever.”  He fist-bumped Jason and motioned him inside.  Jason rolled his eyes behind Cody’s back.  Just my luck, stuck with the perpetually cheerful roommate, he thought dourly. 

He followed Cody inside, dragging his duffle bag just inside and leaving it next the empty bed that he assumed was his.  The room was appropriately messy, littered with beer cans and dirty clothes.  Football posters covered the walls.  Jason felt his shoulders sag.  How had he gotten stuck in the fucking football dorm?

Cody flopped down on his bed, leaning back and smiling at Jason.  He was a big guy.  Jason guessed that he had to weigh at least 225 pounds, though he couldn’t have been taller than five eight or nine.  He was wearing a backwards baseball cap, baggy sweats, and hoodie.  His round face was covered with a closely-cropped beard and shaggy brown hair poked out from under his cap. 

They chatted about school and sports for a while as Jason settled onto the empty bed and checked out the room.  Despite his mood, Jason had to admit that there was something about Cody that put him at ease.  Maybe it was his quick smile and his bright, interested gaze. It didn’t matter what Jason said, Cody listened intently, nodding and smiling often. It was both flattering and a bit disconcerting.  Jason hated to admit it but he was having a hard time holding onto his dislike of the guy. Maybe he’d not so bad after all… Ok, maybe he’s Ok but don’t forget that this is a football player and he’s beneath you.  Jason squared his jaw, determined to hold out against Cody’s assault of friendliness.

“Fuck!” Cody exclaimed then, suddenly sitting up straight.  “Where are my manners?  Can I help you move your stuff, man?” His voice was deep but there was a lightness to it as well.  Unlike Caleb he actually sounded like he was halfway intelligent.  Yeah, Ok, maybe this wasn’t going to be a total disaster, Jason thought, unconsciously loosening his jaw enough so that a tight smile creased his face.  The guy definitely had charisma.

On a hunch, Jason asked, “Are you the quarterback?”

Cody blinked.  “Does that mean you don’t need help moving in?”

For some reason, Jason flushed.  Christ!  What am I?  A fucking schoolgirl? he thought angrily.  Even though Cody was not on his level, there was something about the guy that made him feel like he wanted to please him.  In the space of, what, two minutes, he’d already lost his footing?  He had to do something to get back on top.

“Nah, I’m fine, dude,” he stammered, trying and failing to sound cold.  He was going to leave it there but a moment later, he surprised himself by adding, “Well, er, yeah, actually, could you help me?  I have a ton of shit to carry up.”

Way to show him who’s boss, he thought sardonically.  God, I’m such a fucking idiot!

Cody’s smile broadened and Jason’s inner sense of fortitude melted even further.  There was something about the guy that was unreasonably warming.  He was fighting a losing battle in dominance here.  Yeah, he hated to admit it but it really did matter to him if Cody liked him.  Jason never felt that way about anyone.  He was the fucking captain of the soccer team.  Everyone tried to get on his good side; he didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself.  He was a fucking god after all.  He was…

Cody slapped his thighs, standing up and holding his hand out.  Jason watched himself raise his own hand almost eagerly to grasp it.  Cody’s hand was big and calloused and broad.  A real man’s hand.  Fuck, dude!  What is wrong with you?  He let Cody pull him up off the bed and then quickly dropped his hand, rubbing it on his shorts behind his back.   Cody didn’t notice as he exclaimed, “Great!  Let’s go, man.”  

Jason felt himself flush again as he followed Cody out the door.

They were carrying the last of the stuff up from the car when Jason’s stomach growled loudly.  He’d been so preoccupied that he’d forgotten how hungry he was.  He felt suddenly lightheaded and collapsed on his bed with a groan.

“Hungry, man?  I think the cafeteria’s still open.  Want to go get something to eat?”  Cody asked, flopping down on the sofa across the room.

“Fuck, yeah!”  Jason was startled by his unexpected enthusiasm.

Cody laughed.  “I’ve already had one lunch but I could always use another one.”  He rubbed his stomach as Jason thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt the guy to hold off but he didn’t say anything.  He got up and Cody slapped him on the shoulder, saying, “You’ll be surprised how much you gain on proper football food, man.  We’ll have you back in shape in no time!”

Jason had no idea what he meant by that but his stomach was so empty that he didn’t care as long as he got to eat soon.

***

Chapter 2 (Riley and Jason)

Riley

The next time he awoke, Riley was propped up on all fours, his ass pointing in the air.  He opened his eyes but they were covered with a damp cloth; he couldn’t see a thing.  He groaned and almost gagged as he realized something was in his mouth.  He tried to bite down but couldn’t.  Something was preventing him.  Something was jammed inside.  What the fuck was it?  He bit down again.  He tasted metal.  It was really hard. A big, round piece of metal was pushed so far back in his mouth that it was behind his teeth.  His lips and mouth muscles ached, pulled brutally back in an unnatural position by the metal rod.  Fuck, even his teeth ached, the rod was pushing them forward in his mouth.  His tongue was shoved behind the rod and he had to be careful not to swallow it. 

What the fuck was going on?

Despite the discomfort, Riley felt eerily calm.  He should have been scared or angry or humiliated or worked up but instead felt…well, sort of good.  His whole body felt pleasantly warm and his muscles were relaxed.  The pain in his mouth felt…right somehow.  Almost like the metal rod was meant to be there.  Almost like it was part of him somehow.  Almost like he liked it.

He must be drugged. 

That was the only explanation.  The guy had drugged him.  He tried to muster up rage but couldn’t.  He didn’t even feel indignant.  He should have.  Here he was, trussed up and suspended with his bare ass in the air, a bit in his mouth, and drugged against his will.  He should have been beside himself.  He should be doing everything he could to get free but instead he sagged down into the harness that was holding him in position. 

The harness.  Yes, he was trussed up in a harness.  A really tight harness that bit into the flesh of his torso.  It hurt like hell.  And it felt so good.  Fuck, what was wrong with him?  The pain was fucking delicious.  He wanted more pain.  Fuck.  He wanted it.

The bit in his mouth was held in place by a cage around his face.  He could feel it closing down around his skull.  It was so tight that it made his head pound.  It was pulling back against his ears, pushing them back, stretching them.  God, it hurt so much it made his eyes tear up.  But instead of tears of pain, they were tears of…pleasure.  Fuck.  It hurt like fuck.  It fucking felt amazing.  He fucking loved it.

He smelled animals.  It was hot.  He must still be in the barn.  How long had he been in here?  The air was stifling and his body was pouring with sweat.  He was really thirsty and really hungry.  Yet even the hunger and thirst seemed removed from his experience and he didn’t care.  Fuck, he could be dying for all he knew.  He sighed and settled down in the harness, relishing the sharp bite against his tender skin. Fuck.

He heard steps approaching and he felt his body do something completely alien.   Instead of tensing up and shrinking away, he did the opposite:  He arched his back and stuck his ass higher up in the air.  He didn’t know why but it felt like he should do this.  He felt like it was the right thing.  As bizarre as it sounded, his body was just doing what it was supposed to do. 

What he had been trained to do.

Trained?

Fuck, what was wrong with him?  Why was he acting like a fucking animal?

The hot air caressed his cock and balls as he pushed his ass up and open.  To his complete confusion, he opened his ass cheeks as wide as he could, exposing his puckered hole.  He was displaying his butthole!

It was what he was supposed to do.

What the fuck!  Why was he doing that?  Had these fucking drugs turned him into a fruit? 

He tried to make himself clench his cheeks but couldn’t.  It just felt so good to push his puckered hole out.  Christ, he was sick.

He heard a deep sound that he realized was a sound of approval and he arched his back even more, eager to please his captor.   He was rewarded when a calloused hand ran down his back.  A moan somehow managed to escape his tortured mouth.  The hand patted him on the rump and Riley moaned louder.  He almost lost it when he felt a rough finger briefly touch his butthole.  He opened his pucker.

What the fuck was he doing?  WHAT THE FUCK?

The finger caressed his hole for a moment before continuing down his taint.  Riley shuddered.  OHMYFUCKINGGODTHISFEELSFUCKINGAMAZING, he thought, hating himself as his cock grew instantly rock hard.  He fucking loved it. 

He was sick.  He was fucking sick.

Then the hand reached down and cradled his balls, causing Riley to gasp out loud. 

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. 

The man took his balls and yanked down hard.  Riley cried out, but not from pain.

CHRISTCHRISTFUCKCHRIST. 

Pull harder! A voice screamed in his mind as he felt his cheeks color in embarrassment.

When the guy put something cold and heavy around his balls, Riley braced in anticipation.  

Was he…? 

Was he…? 

Fuck, Riley felt his whole body tense in excitement.  He couldn’t stand it.

Yes, it was cold ring of steel that the man clamped around his balls.  Riley heard the clink of metal and knew it had to be a chain.  The man tightened the ring and Riley held his breath, waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Until.

YES!

The man let go of his balls and they flopped down.  There was the unmistakable sound of chain links as he felt the noose around his nuts get suddenly tighter.  An instant later his balls were yanked down and pulled hard by his captor before they flopped free.  They swung heavily and Riley made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.  The man had hung a huge weight on them.  His balls were being pulled down by a fucking weight.  GODFUCKFUCK.  It had to be at least thirty pounds.  CHRISTFUCKGOD.  Tears streamed down his face.  His balls felt like they were going to come off.  Christ.  It felt more wonderful than anything he’d ever felt before.

When the man grabbed his cock and stroked it, Riley knew that he was in for more fun.  His cock was rock hard and he convulsed in pleasure, feeling his balls sway painfully with the motion.  The man’s hand moved up and down, milking Riley’s straining cock to the point where he thought was going to cum.  But just as he felt the first wave of his orgasm begin to build, the man tied something around his cock head and let go.  Riley’s cock fell heavily down, tied down by a weight that felt even heavier than the one around his balls.  His cock screamed in pain as he cried out. 

How could this get any better?

He was on fire.  His balls and cock ached from the savage weights hanging on them, pulling them down fiercely.  He could swear that he felt them sagging, stretching, lengthening millimeter by millimeter as the weights dangled down. 

He could feel his cock and balls stretching.

Fuck.  This couldn’t be happening to him.  What had he done to deserve this?  What…?

He heard the sound of steps retreating.  The fucker was going to leave him like this!  The fucker was just going to let these fucking weight hang off his manhood.  Shit!  What the fuck, man?!

The man couldn’t leave him hanging like this. 

He couldn’t.

He couldn’t.

He did.  Riley was left hanging in the savage embrace of this exquisite torture.  He gurgled but the man didn’t return.  The steps faded away.  Riley was alone.

Jason

“Thanks,” Jason said absently as Cody handed him another cold beer.  He was so focused on winning this level in Call of Duty that he didn’t even look up.  Cody settled in next to him on the couch, leaning back and taking a long swig out of his bottle.

“Awesome shot, bud!” Cody exclaimed.  Freshly back from the showers, he had a towel around his shoulders and he shook his wet hair, spraying Jason with droplets, momentarily distracting him.

“Fuck, man!” Jason cursed as he missed a critical shot.  He gave Cody a sidelong glance and noticed that his new roommate was only wearing a pair of boxers.  His legs were splayed wide and his knee was resting against Jason’s.  Jason self-consciously moved his leg away.

Cody laughed and reached over to playfully tussle Jason’s hair.  “Aw, did I make Jaci misfire?”

“My fucking name is Jason,” Jason corrected him, yanking his head away.  Why did Cody keep calling him ‘Jaci’?  He glanced over at Cody and did a double take as he noticed how muscular his roommate’s exposed body was.  God, the guy was a fucking beast!  Sure, his hairy belly protruded a bit but he was built like a fucking tank.  Jason momentarily felt a little jealous of his friend’s size but then caught himself.  What the fuck was he thinking?  He didn’t want to be a fucking meathead football jock.  He was a soccer star and a runner.  Muscles like that would end his career.

Cody caught him checking him out and winked, causing Jason to blush.  Smirking, Cody settled in deeper on the couch, rubbing shoulders and thighs with Jason.  Jason coughed and tried to move away but couldn’t; he was wedged in next to Cody.

“Let’s change over to multiplayer,” Cody said in a tone that was almost an order.  Jason huffed but complied.  Cody grabbed a game controller off the table in front of them, bragging, “Ok, now let’s see who the real man is.”

Jason, heart beating faster for some unknown reason, swallowed hard but managed to retort, “Game on!” in a voice that didn’t sound entirely like himself.  What the fuck was going on here?  He didn’t have time to think about it, though.  In a second, his attention was locked on the screen, intent on battling it out with his friend.

Cody kicked his ass.

“Fuck!” Jason exclaimed, tossing down his controller and struggling but failing to get up off the couch.  Why was it so hard for him to move?  His body felt like lead.  It must be all of the food he’d gorged on at lunch…and four beers and several hours of video games didn’t help.  He made a mental note to cut back on his calories and to resist the next time Cody tried to get him to play games. He had to stay lean for the team.  And for Chelsea.

Chelsea! 

Fuck. He looked at the clock and cursed. He’d forgotten all about her! They always met up for dinner on Saturday evening.  It was their standing date night.  Where was his phone?  God, she’d probably been texting him all afternoon.  Did she even know that he’d had to move out of his old dorm?  Christ, she’d probably gone there looking for him.  He tried again to lurch up off the couch.

Cody put a heavy hand on his leg, stopping him.  “What’s the rush, bro?  Let’s hang for a bit.  It’s almost dinnertime.  Aren’t you hungry?”

Jason’s stomach growled at these words and he momentarily forgot all about Chelsea.  He shouldn’t be hungry after everything he’d eaten but…  He shook himself.  He had to get up and go out with Chelsea.  She was probably worried about him, or pissed.  He flinched. God, she could be a real bitch when she was mad at him.  And she was probably furious by now.  He would have to apologize.  And then there wouldn’t be any sex for him tonight.  Fuck, he’d screwed up.  He’d really screwed up.  Still, he could make it up to her.  And he would take her to that vegetarian restaurant that she loved.  He hated the food but at least it was low-calorie.  If he had a small meal and went for a long run tomorrow, he could work off all of the calories from today.  He could…

Cody’s hand was really warm on his knee.  Jason tried to shake it off, annoyed.  Why was Cody acting like this?  He turned to say something but noticed again how big and beefy his friend was.  God, there was something about his bulk…it was kind of cool.  What would it be like to have muscles that huge?  What would…?

Cody cleared his throat.  “Uh, dude?  You Ok?”

Jason practically jumped.  Where was his mind going?  He didn’t want to be a huge, hairy ox.  He was soccer jock.  He was an all-star athlete, a fucking god among men.  He was…he realized that Cody was staring at him with a bemused expression, waiting for him to answer.  “I’m just hungry and tired, I guess.”

Cody gave him a blank look.  “Come again?  In English this time.”

“I was speaking English, idiot!” Jason retorted. What other language would he be speaking?

Cody continued to stare at him.  “God, I fucking love the sound of Brazilian, but, dude, remember I’m not João.  I don’t speak Brazilian.”

João?  What the fuck?  Brazilian?  “Portguese.  They speak Portguese in Brazil,” Jason said angrily, wondering why his voice sounded so weird.  “And I was speaking English.”

Cody gave him a blank look and Jason took a deep breath before repeating, “I am not speaking Portuguese. I am speaking English.”

“Ok, sure. I think I got that,” Cody said, smiling.  “I know it’s hard to remember to switch back and forth.  And you’ve only been here a couple of months.”

What the fuck was he talking about?  Switch back and forth?  A couple of months?  Cody had gone completely crazy.  Jason gave him an exasperated look causing Cody’s gaze to soften.

 “Remember we’re starting our language tutoring tomorrow, Jaci.  I’m not that great at learning foreign languages but I really want to be able to speak Brazilian with you.

“And, besides,” he continued, elbowing Jason slyly, “your English tutor is smoking hot.  What’s her name again?  Chelsea?”

Jason looked at him askance.  Chelsea taught ESL through the tutoring center.  Jason would sometimes hang out there waiting for her.  But Chelsea was his girlfriend, not his tutor.  He shook his head, confused.  Chelsea was his…girlfriend, right?  Or was she his tutor?  His head was pounding and he reached up and rubbed his temples.  Why was he so out of it?  He must just be tired from his long run.  Jason would have been more exasperated if he didn’t feel so lethargic.  God, what was he supposed to be doing?  He dimly remembered that there was something he had to do before Cody had interrupted him.  What was it?  His stomach growled again.  Ah, that’s it.  Dinner.  It was almost dinnertime and he and Cody were going down to the buffet again.  He leaned back on the couch, adjusting the elastic in his sweatpants.  He would have sworn that these were his baggiest sweats but they felt tight for some reason.  He was reaching down to adjust them again when he saw his arms.

Christ!  He couldn’t believe it.  They were tanned dark.  Really dark.  And they looked weird.  Jason held them out in front of him, yanking back his shirtsleeves and staring at them.

“Don’t worry,” Cody said in a funny tone, “Your muscles haven’t gone anywhere.”

Jason scowled at him as Cody added, laughing, “We are scheduled to do bis and tris tomorrow, though.”

Jason fell back heavily in the couch, breathing hard.  Something was really wrong.  He couldn’t stop staring at his arms.  They looked like they belonged to someone else.  They had to belong to someone else.  He didn’t tan and his arms weren’t this…big. Muscular. What…?

Cody’s hand fell onto his leg.  “Come on, Jaci.  Let’s go eat.  Let me get dressed and we’ll head down to the cafeteria.  The guys will all be there.  We’re all going out to the bar to watch the game tonight.”

He got up and Jason was finally able to push himself off the couch.  It took a lot of effort, though.  His body felt so weird.  He lurched unsteadily toward the bathroom.  Was he drunk?  He hadn’t had that many beers.  And he could hold his alcohol.

The bathroom was dark and he fumbled around for the light switch but couldn’t find it.  Everything felt off.  The doorknob was too high and the door was too tall.  His hands felt clumsy and his feet didn’t work right.  His fucking sweatpants felt like they were going to split down the back.  He moaned as he realized his bladder was about to explode.  He fucking had to piss bad.

Somehow he found the toilet in the darkened room and careened over to it, struggling to pull down his sweats.  The waistband was digging like a motherfucker into his waist, though.  Fuck, when had these pants gotten so tight? He sucked in his gut and tried again.  Finally, he was able to pull them down far enough to pull out his cock.

Christ! He swore to himself as he tugged on it.  Even his cock felt weird, like it was too fat or something.  He had a long cock, not a fat one.  He tugged and tugged.  It flopped free.

Something wasn’t right.  Something definitely wasn’t right.  But he had to piss so badly he couldn’t stand it.  He pointed his cock toward the bowl and let loose, only to find himself splattered all over with his own piss.

Jason cried out in surprise and a moment later the light clicked on behind him.  He was standing there, totally confused, embarrassed, and covered in piss.  It was pooling on the floor around him, running down his legs, soaking his feet and socks.

“What’s going on, Jaci?” Cody asked from the doorway.  His voice sounded concerned.  “Too much beer?”

Jason just stood there dumbfounded, looking down at his cock. He didn’t recognize it.  Instead of his normal long, white, circumcised dick, the monster between his legs was fat, black, and covered with a thick foreskin.  Piss dribbled out of the folds of the foreskin as he stared at it in shock.  Incredulous, he pulled on the foreskin and it slid back, revealing a moist glans head that was at least twice as big as it should have been.

Cody sighed through his nose behind him, coming over to pull a bunch of toilet paper off the roll.  All Jason could do was stand there stupidly, staring at the foreign appendage in his hand.  It belonged to someone else, not him.  As Cody knelt down and mopped up his piss, Jason realized his cock was hanging out and forced it back into his sweats.  His shock was rapidly turning into panic.  What the fuck was happening to him?  He couldn’t make himself move; he was frozen in place.  Time seemed to slow down as he stood there.  Finally, he realized that his mouth was hanging open. Shutting it abruptly, he bit his tongue and tasted blood.  Cody continued to mop up his piss, oblivious to Jason’s growing panic.

Jason opened his mouth again and then shut it.  Finally, his brain kicked back in and looked down at Cody, feeling the veins in his forehead popping out.  He wasn’t a fucking imbecile; he was more than capable of cleaning up his own piss.  Who the fuck did Cody think he was?  Drawing himself up, he shouted, “Get out!” He grabbed Cody by the arm and tugged him up.  “Get out!” he repeated.

“Dude! Dude! It’s Ok.  Don’t worry about it.” Cody shrugged out of his grasp and continued cleaning up.  “Look, it’s done. I got it.”  He stood up and flushed the wad of toilet paper down before standing up.  He put a warm hand on Jason’s shoulder and squeezed.  “I get it.  You’re tired and half drunk. Let’s get you changed and go to dinner, Ok?”

Jason stared at him, uncomprehendingly.  This was too weird.  Cody gave him a wink before turning and heading back out of the bathroom.  He heard him rummaging around in the room behind him.  What the fuck was happening?  His heart was beating fast in his chest.  He shivered, feeling chilly in his urine-soaked sweats and socks.  Something was very wrong here.

“Here,” Cody said behind him.  “Put these on and let’s go.”

Jason turned and saw that Cody had thrown a clean pair of sweats, socks, and a t-shirt on his bed.  Why did he need his roommate to pick out his clothes?  And were those even his clothes?  They looked familiar but different somehow.  His stomach growled again, this time more fiercely.  He was fucking starving.  Maybe food would help clear his aching head?  He padded out of the bathroom and stood in a daze in front of his bed.

He felt lightheaded and shook his head, trying to clear.  Why was it so hard to think?  His stomach rumbled painfully.  Four beers and nothing to eat was never a good idea.  What had he been thinking?  After eating, things would be back to normal.  Yeah, that was it.  He was just tired, hungry, and drunk.  He wasn’t going crazy; it had just been a rough day.  He picked up the clothes.  Did he own a pair of green and yellow underwear?  And the sweats and t-shirt were way too big.  He wore a size medium and these were…well, they were a lot bigger than that.

“Dude!  Come on!  I’m dying over here!”  Cody was standing at the door, arms folded. “Let’s fucking eat already!”

Jason shrugged.  What choice did he have?  He had to eat and he couldn’t wear his piss-soaked pants.  He might as well get dressed.

They were waiting for the elevator when Caleb and João showed up.  Jason pushed his way over to the side when the doors opened and was surprised when Cody stepped directly in front of him, so close that his butt brushed against Jason’s crotch.  Jason flinched and backed up but João had taken position directly behind him so his own butt pushed against João’s crotch.  He yelped when he felt the bigger man’s bulge press against the cleft of his ass.  The dude was packing!

Caleb was talking about football or something and Cody and João were laughing.  Neither acted as if anything odd was going on.  Jason wanted to move out from between the two jocks but his right shoulder was pressed against the elevator wall and, on his left, he was elbow to elbow with Caleb. There was nowhere he could go.

“You coming with us to the bar tonight, Caleb?” Cody asked, moving ever so slightly backward so that his ass was again pressed against Jason’s crotch.  Jason felt the back of his neck growing hot and realized it was because João was breathing down on him.  He could feel hot puffs of air caress his skin every time João exhaled.  Cody’s ass pressed more insistently against his crotch.  Jason felt completely flustered and moved back only to find his ass again pressing against João’s crotch.  He swallowed as he realized that there was no doubt about it, the big Brazilian was definitely sporting wood and that wood was in firm contact with Jason’s butt.  Cody settled back again and Jason was completely trapped, sandwiched between the two musclebound jocks, his crotch against Cody’s large, muscular ass and his butt nestled up against João’s raging boner.  He felt panicked.  What was going on here?

The trio of friends continued chatting nonchalantly as if this was the most normal thing in the world while Jason stood there and sweated.  Time seemed to stand still and the elevator took forever to descend.  Was it even fucking moving? 

Finally, the doors swung open and everyone stepped out, still chatting in a relaxed and offhand manner as Jason tried to catch his breath.  His butt burned where João’s cock had been pushing against it and he realized with chagrin that he was sporting an erection of his own.  Cody’s ass had been…well, it had been…Jason decided he didn’t want to go there and walked stiffly behind the three buddies, doing his best to shield his bulge with his hands.

***

Chapter 3 (Riley and Jason)

Riley

“Riley, come on!  You’re going to be late for your shift!”

It was a woman’s voice. 

“Ungh,” he muttered, turning away from the voice.  He just wanted to sleep.

“Aw, just let him sleep, Sarah.  He doesn’t need that job anyway.  He’s just working there to pick up chicks.”  That was Riley’s roommate’s Zander; Sarah was his girlfriend.

Riley groaned.  Why wouldn’t they stop talking?  He flipped over on his stomach and then flinched.  Shit, his junk hurt.  He reached down to massage it.  Yeah, it was really swollen and sore for some reason.  He groaned again and turned over to prop himself on his elbows.

Sarah was looking at him with concern.

“Riley?  Are you Ok? You look…different.”

He blinked up at her, blearily.  God, his mouth hurt, too.  And his ears and face.  Shit, what was going on with him?

“He was always homely as fuck, Sarah.  You’re just not used to seeing him without his makeup.”

“Fuck you, Zander!” Riley retorted and then flinched, feeling around the inside of his mouth with his tongue.  His teeth felt out of place and too big.  And, shit, his cheeks were rubbed raw inside.  He massaged his forehead with his hands.  What had happened to him?  He only remembered going for a run with Jason and then waking up just now.

Sarah’s brown eyes softened as she looked at him but this only served to annoy Riley.  “I’m getting up, Sarah!  I’ll be there on time, Ok?”

“Ok, Ok.  I’m heading to work now if you want to walk with me.” Riley noticed that she was dressed in her uniform already.

Riley sighed through his nose (and found that even that hurt). “No, Sarah.  Don’t worry. I’m fine.  I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

He waited for her to leave before getting up.

“Ewww, gross dude!” Zander complained when he got out of bed.  “I don’t want to look at that ugly horse cock.  Shit, why didn’t your parents have you circumcised when they had the chance?”

Riley gave him the middle finger and padded over to his dresser.  He was pulling out a pair of boxers when he thought better of it and instead just stepped into a pair of cargo shorts.

“Free ballin’ it to work, huh?  Perv.”

Riley flipped him off again and fished around in his drawer, looking for his work shirt; it was a short-sleeved, black polo with green piping.  He found it crumpled in the back of the drawer and shook it a few times, trying to get the wrinkles out.  It had a couple stains but his apron would cover those.  Good enough, he thought, distracted by how much his whole body ached.  That run really kicked his ass.  Unable to find his sneakers, he stepped into his sandals, pulled on the shirt, and stumbled out the door.

He was too sore to walk to work so he drove over and used his parent’s credit card to pay for parking.  It was $10 but he didn’t give a shit.  Zander was right; he wasn’t working for the money.  The chicks were the real reason he took the job in the café.

Saturday nights were the prime night for pussy, Riley thought to himself, smirking.  He’d gotten laid more than once after work.  He smiled and reached down to adjust himself.  The thought of those chicks was getting him half hard already.

Sarah was just walking up to the cafe when he got there.  She rolled her eyes at him, saying, “I wish I had rich parents who would pay for my parking, too.”

He grunted at her, lurching through the door that she held out for him.

“Phew, Riley!  Didn’t you shower first?  You smell like a barn.”  There was that irritating tone in her voice again.  He didn’t need a mother!

“I smell fine,” he growled, stalking off to grab and apron and clock in.  He was glad he didn’t have to walk much at work; he was so sore!

The shift started off slow; it always did.  Riley knew that the veterinary medicine students had a long lab that didn’t get out until 7pm on Saturdays.  It was a tradition for the girls to come to the café afterward to relax and unwind.  The fact that the café served both beer and coffee was a huge bonus with the students.  And Riley loved being the tender.  Sarah would wait the tables while he pulled the drafts, made the espresso drinks, and generally posed, showing off his bulging biceps as he leaned over the bar.  It never took long for the chicks to make their way over to the stools.  He knew by the end of the night, he’d have a row of ladies lined up, waiting for him to serve them drinks and make small talk.  Getting his mixology certificate and landing this job had been the best thing that he’d ever done.  Riley was constantly in demand and had built up a following.

Always on the hunt for pussy, Riley had figured out quickly which schools on campus had the highest ratio of women to men.  Nursing was Ok but surprisingly it was vet medicine that had the best ratio, more than ten to one.  And, damn, those vet bitches were smoking hot, especially the ones in the large animal program.  It was a mystery why so many hot women were drawn to work with cows and horses but Riley wasn’t about to complain.  As long as they kept coming to his café on Saturday nights, he was happy.

That night, things didn’t go as planned for Riley.  One by one, as the groups of women showed up after 7pm, they stayed away from the bar and instead sat in groups at the tables.  To his consternation, some of them initially came over but didn’t stay long and ended up moving away to sit elsewhere.  It was probably his imagination but they seemed to be looking at him strangely.  He’d smile and do his little signature flex but it didn’t seem to help.

He was briefly hopeful when one of the hottest of the vet chicks, a black girl named Flavia, stood up and strode purposefully over to him.  He crossed his arms and leaned back, giving her a winning smile and made sure she got a good view of his green eyes.  Chicks loved his green eyes and long eyelashes.  They told him so all the time.

Flavia seemed not to notice his little display and instead wrinkled her nose and asked, “What happened to Riley?  The guy who used to work here on Saturday nights?”

Riley stared at her.  “Flavia, it’s me. Riley.”

Flavia did a double take before catching herself.  “Oh, Riley!  I’m sorry.  The light must be bad in here.  Can I have a Beck’s?”

Riley’s face fell and his shoulders slumped down as he turned away, reaching for her bottle. “Sure, here you go,” he said dully, handing it to her.

She paid without a leaving a tip.

The rest of the evening didn’t go much better and by closing time he was beside himself.  He was horny as fuck but there were no prospects for getting laid.  What was wrong?  He knew he was a complete fucking stud.  The ladies normally couldn’t keep their hands off of him.  He leaned back against the bar in defeat.  Why couldn’t it be closing time already?   Shit, it was only 9:30; he had another half hour before the café closed and then they’d have to clean up.

He tried to cheer himself up by reminding himself that even if he got out at 10:30, it was early for a Saturday night.  He could still get laid.  The bars around campus didn’t close until 2am. Jason and he could go out after he got done and get some ass.

Riley was pulling out his phone from his pocket when he heard someone clear his throat.  He looked up.  It was the guy on the end of the bar who had been sitting there all night.  He had come in with a really hot girl but she had left a while ago and the guy had been sitting at the bar doing his homework since then.

“Can I have another beer, please?”  He spoke with a thick accent.  Riley squinted at him and realized he was Mexican or something.  Probably one of the many foreign students who came to study veterinary medicine at Marshall State.  Riley had heard that the school was renowned for its program.

“Modelo Negro, right?” Riley asked.

The dude nodded and Riley pulled the beer out of the refrigerator behind the bar.

“Thanks, man,” the guy said as Riley handed it to him.

Did the dude just wink at him?  Riley shook his head.  Fucking fruits.  Just his luck to be stuck with blue balls on a Saturday night with only fags for company.

“You’re welcome,” Riley said, somewhat coldly.  He didn’t want the guy to get the wrong idea.

“Hey, man, what are you doing after you get done here?  Want to hang out?”

Woah, shit! Riley thought.  Code red!  The fucking homo was coming onto him.  He scowled a little at the dude.  What the fuck? He would definitely set this guy straight, so to speak.  He smiled at his little joke.

“Listen, bud,” Riley began, leaning across the bar to give his words extra weight, “If you’re fucking coming onto me…”

The little fruit held up his hand, saying, “Tranquilo, tranquilo, hombre!”

Riley stopped cold.  “What did you just say?”

The guy looked up at him and smiled.  “Tranquilo.”

Riley’s vision swam for a second and he dropped his head in his hands, feeling his whole body start to shake.  A frisson of pleasure vibrated through him and he had to brace himself against the bar.  It passed after a few seconds, leaving him breathless.  

Shit, that was weird, he thought, trying to clear his head.  What had just happened?

He straightened up, realizing he’d been about to say something to the dude across the bar but he couldn’t remember what.  The guy was watching him with a funny look on his face.  What was he going to say to the dude?  Oh, yeah, the little faggot had just asked him out.

Once again, he leaned across the bar and fixed the guy with what he thought was his most intimidating stare and said slowly, “I’d be….” he paused and struggled to spit the words out that he wanted to say but couldn’t.  Instead, he made a little strangled sound in the back of his throat and panted, “…fucking delighted to hang out with you after I get done.  Meet me outside at 10:30, Ok?”

Holy fucking shit!  Riley stared at the guy in horror, fighting the urge to bite his tongue.  Had he really just said that?  What the fuck was he thinking?  He wasn’t going to hang out with a fag on a Saturday night!

The dude smiled and nodded, saying, “Ok.”  He took a long pull from his beer and handed Riley a ten-dollar tip.

Riley reached out and took the money from him, hand shaking.  He tried to take the money without touching the dude’s hand but the guy moved at the last second and his fingers grazed Riley’s.  He flinched and pulled back his hand.  It felt like he’d just been zapped with a little jolt of electricity. 

He went to take a step backward but before he could, the dude had reached under the open counter and grabbed Riley’s crotch, giving it a painful squeeze.

Riley yelped.  The guy had just grabbed his junk!  He should punch the dude in the fucking mouth!  He drew himself up to his full height and was prepared to pull back his arm when he felt something wet and slimy fall on his foot.  What the fuck? He looked down.  The light was dim but there was a big splash of something gooey on his toes.  Confused, he pulled up his foot and touched it.  It was slippery and…it felt like…cum.

Cum?  On his foot?

Huh?

He was about to drop his foot again when he noticed something else.  The pant leg of his shorts was soaking wet under his apron.  Huh?  Had he spilled beer on himself without realizing it?  Perplexed, he lifted his apron and froze.  He was sporting a huge erection that pressed luridly against his shorts. 

Worse than that, though, there was an unmistakable wet stain spreading down the leg of his shorts from the point where his cockhead was lodged against the canvas fabric.  As he watched, a thick gob of spunk that had collected on the edge of his shorts dripped down and landed with a splat on the floor.

His fucking cock was leaking pre all over the fucking place!

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

Riley felt his face flame bright red.  He looked up at the guy at the bar in time to see the guy wink at him again.  Panicked, Riley dropped his apron and fled from the bar, shouting over his shoulder, “Sarah, can you cover for me?” He couldn’t get to the bathroom fast enough.

Riley awoke later that night, trussed up in the harness again, ass up in the air, bit in his mouth, and excruciating weights hanging off his cock and balls.  He was blindfolded but he knew he was back in the barn.  It smelled like manure and piss and there were low grunts and other soft sounds of animals around him.  He groaned.  Shit, he was thirsty and his whole body hurt.  The harness dug into his flesh and his cock and balls felt like they were being pulled off.

He moaned and there was a sound close to him.

“Tranquilo, tranquilo.”

It was that voice again.  Instantly, he arched his back and stuck his ass as high in the air as he could, eagerly spreading his legs, opening his butthole.  He let out a little whimper in anticipation.

A rough hand gently caressed his back, drawing lingeringly across his straining muscles, down, down, down.

Riley made a strangled sound.  Come on!  Come on!  He arched his back even more until finally the hand wandered leisurely down to his butt.  Then he cried out as the man smacked him hard on the ass.

A moment later, the blindfold came off.  Riley blinked.  The barn was completely dark.  There was a pause and a moment later, his captor paced over and lit a small lantern.  A small splash of yellow light fell across Riley and he winced.  Even the low light felt harsh.

“Are you Ok?”

It was the guy from the bar.

Riley grunted.  He couldn’t answer with the bit in his mouth.  The man walked over and stood in front of him for a moment.  He smiled, crossing his arms.  “You like this, no?”

Riley responded by arching his back and eagerly pushing his butt in the air.  What the fuck was wrong with him?  Why was his body betraying him like this?

The man smiled; it was a radiant smile, not the kind of smile that Riley would have imagined.  “Mi chingón.”

The guy reached out and loosened the bridle around Riley’s face, pulling it off.  Riley sagged down.  Shit, that thing fucking hurt.  His tongue flopped out of his mouth, feeling big and fat.  With effort, he managed to pull it back in his mouth and worked it around. Yeah, it must be swollen of something.  His tongue wasn’t normally that big.  And his teeth.  Yeah, his teeth felt weird, too.  It was probably just from the bit pushing against them but they felt huge against his enlarged tongue.

“Can…I ha so wat-er?” He asked, massaging his gums with his swollen tongue.  It was hard to talk.

“Water?” The guy asked.  “Sure.”  He dipped a can into a bucket of water on the floor and pushed it against Riley’s mouth.  It dribbled down his lips as he lapped at it eagerly.  It tasted fucking delicious!

The guy laughed as Riley drank, shoving the can roughly against his mouth.  Riley didn’t care.  In fact, he kind of liked it.  What the fuck was wrong with him?

Finally, his thirst was slaked.  “Ok, I’m good,” he mumbled.  The guy took away the can and smacked him across the face.  Riley moaned but it was a moan of pleasure, not pain.  He tasted blood in his mouth and smiled up at his captor.

“More?” The guy asked.  Riley could feel himself begin to get turned on but his cock and balls were being pulled so savagely all it did was make his eyes water.

“Yeah, you’re my bitch now,” the man breathed.  “You’re my bitch.”

The man grabbed Riley’s face and squeezed.  Hard.  Riley felt like he was about to cum.  Shit, it felt so good!  “Listen, chingón,” the man said in a low voice, “I’m going to release you now and you’re going back to your room at the college.  In the morning, you will drop out of your classes and call your parents to tell them that you’re leaving for a semester abroad in Mexico, Ok?  After that, you will come back here.  I’ll be waiting for you.”

Riley stared at him.  Shit!  He couldn’t do that?  He couldn’t drop out of college!  He couldn’t lie to his parents!  Fuck, what was this guy doing to him?

“Entiendes?”

Riley nodded his head.  The man squeezed his cheeks harder and Riley shivered.  He was helpless.  He couldn’t say no to the guy.  He knew that he would do whatever the man told him to do.

“Bueno,” the guy said.  He let go of Riley’s face and walked behind him.  There was a pause and then Riley heard the sound of chains releasing.  The weights around his cock and balls fell to the ground and he sighed both in relief and frustration.  He wanted them to keep pulling!  He could feel his engorged cock and throbbing balls swaying heavily between his outspread legs.  They felt huge and swollen.  He moaned.

The man slapped him hard on the ass before unlocking the harness.  Riley yelped as he fell to the ground, landing in a heap on the filthy straw beneath him.  He rolled over onto his back and the man kicked him in the side.  It wasn’t a hard kick but Riley curled up reflexively.

“Before you go, chingón,” the dude said in a menacingly tone, “You’ll get one more treatment.  Un regalito.”  He winked and pulled out a syringe filled with a sickening yellow liquid.

Riley uncurled enough to stare up at him.  What was he going to do with that thing?

“Come on, cabrón.  Show me your horse cock.”

Swallowing while feeling his heart begin to pound in his chest, Riley felt himself uncurl, spreading himself out on the straw.  Mechanically, he reached down and grabbed his aching cock in his hand.  Shit, it fucking hurt! The man leaned over him and Riley watched in horrified fascination as he slowly lowered the syringe down to his vulnerable member.

Jason

Dinner didn’t do much to improve Jason’s state of mind, though at least he got to eat so he wasn’t hungry any longer.  He still felt out of it, tired and dull.  He wanted to just go back to his room and go to sleep but the guys grabbed him by the arm and headed downtown to a sports bar to watch the football game on a huge plasma screen television.  Practically the whole team showed up and they were able to take over an entire lounge.

It was there he found himself again sandwiched between Cody and João, hunched on a barstool with the behemoths’ shoulders pressing almost painfully against him.  It was claustrophobic and he would have gotten up and disappeared if they’d let him. Every time he tried to leave, though, they pushed another beer in front of him and told him to drink up.  After a while, he was too out of it to pay attention and sank into a warm, fuzzy stupor.

He was vaguely aware that there was something unspoken going on between João and Cody but he couldn’t figure out what it was.  They were friendly enough with each other but there was something else about the way they related that felt off.  Almost like they were pretending to like each other or something.  It was weird and it added to his discomfort but it wasn’t nearly as discomfiting as the way the two guys took every opportunity to touch him.  Their hands were on him constantly; Cody’s arm was draped over him and João’s thigh was pressed against his. Every once in a while, João would put his hand on Jason’s knee and squeeze to make a point.

At one point, when João was in the middle of particularly lewd story about his exploits back home in Porto Seguro, Cody interjected, sounding annoyed. “Come on, guys!  No fair speaking in Brazilian.  I can’t understand you!”

Jason put down his beer clumsily and stared at Cody.  It was hard for his eyes to focus.  How many beers had he had anyway?  Five?  God, he needed to cut back.

“Wha are you talkin’ ‘bout?” His voice was slurred.

“Don’t mind him, Jaci,” João said, “He’s just being a whiny little bitch of a quarterback.”

Cody reached around Jason and smacked João on the side of the head.  João growled in the back of his throat but then laughed.  The game was long over and the guys around them were all talking loudly, laughing and carrying on.  As weird as it was, Jason realized he kind of liked it.  Maybe the football guys weren’t so bad after all?

“You know what we need, Jaci?”  João asked, taking a long swig of his beer before pushing himself unsteadily to his feet.

Jason looked up at him blearily.  He didn’t need anything right then except some sleep.

João smiled fondly down at him, making Jason inadvertently shiver.  “Dancing,” João stated, answering his own question.  He slapped Jason hard on the shoulder.  “Come on, Jaci!  Let’s show these stupid Americans how real Brazilian men do it.”

Jason looked up at him, mind swimming.  “Huh?”

“Dança do créu.  Come on.”

What the fuck was dança do créu?  But João was already pulling him to his feet and hauling him up on the stage in front of the lounge.  A loud, guttural roar rose up from the room as they took position in the center of the low stage.  João motioned to someone in the back and suddenly loud music blasted from the speakers on either side.  It was a fast, lively Latin music with a heavy drum beat.  It was…It was…catchy.  Despite his drunken state and feeling self-conscious in front of everyone, he found himself bouncing to the beat.

He looked over and João was pulling off his shirt.  In another second, he had pulled off his jeans and was standing on the stage wearing just a tiny pair of green and yellow underwear.  They were really tight and the pouch was sewn for maximum effect:  João’s enormous bulge was on prominent display.  Another roar erupted from the crowd as João strutted around the stage.  The guys on the team were going wild.

Jason stared at João in disbelief.  What the…?  The big guy had an impressive body, Jason gave him that.  He was more than impressive; he was fucking ripped!  João had broad shoulders with the biggest arms, delts, and pecs that Jason had ever seen.  In fact, they looked somehow too big, especially when compared to the muscles on the rest of his body.  Was he using steroids or something? Still, the effect was mesmerizing and Jason couldn’t keep his eyes off the big guy.

João grinned when he saw the feral look that Jason was giving him and, spreading his legs out wide, squatted down and shimmied toward Jason, thrusting his crotch suggestively in the air as he approached.  Jason felt his cheeks redden and his cock begin to stir.  Shit, was João sporting a semi?

Jason watched frozen as João drew closer. Spreading his arms out and gyrating, he took up position behind Jason.  The music grew faster and more rhythmic.  Jason could feel the beat pounding him in the chest.  He stood there helplessly as João encircled him with his enormous arms, letting his hands slide slowly down to his hips, his crotch pounding away at Jason from behind.  João’s semi hard cock was beating in time with the music against Jason’s ass.  He loosened the tie on Jason’s sweats.

The crowd erupted, their guttural cheers momentarily drowning out the music.

Jason’s sweats felt down around his ankles.  His shirt was lifted over his head.  He stepped out of his sneakers and was standing there in front all the guys in just his underwear.  Looking down, he did a double take.  He was wearing the same tiny pair of yellow and green briefs that João had on.  But wait, something was wrong.

That wasn’t his body.

It couldn’t be.

He wasn’t that…big.  Jason stared down at himself, befuddled, uncertain what to think about the body he saw.  How could he have gained so much weight and so much muscle just since that morning?  His lithe frame had disappeared and with it his narrow waist.  He had a belly for the first time in his life!  It was strange; he could still see his abs but them were pushed out almost like there was a layer of fat…underneath…his six pack.  His stomach protruded in front of him, veined and shiny, almost distended like the bellies on those…ridiculous bodybuilders he’d always scoffed at.  His long, lean legs had become short and squat and his thighs had ballooned; the thick veins in his legs popped out, pushing out from the surface of his skin.  And why was his skin so dark and his belly so hairy?  He was a pale white guy!  His skin wasn’t dark brown!  And his hair!  Shit, his hair!  A tight mass of kinky, black hair spread out of the top and out the sides of his skimpy briefs.  What the fuck was happening to him?  He felt himself begin to freak out and would have fled the stage if João hadn’t been holding him so tightly.

“Relax, man,” João murmured seductively in his ear.  “Let’s show these fuckers what’s what, Ok?  Just follow my lead.”  Jason struggled to get free but João merely laughed and slapped him playfully on the ass.  “Let’s fucking dance, man!”

And dance they did.

Jason felt like his body had been taken over by another force.  João released his hands from his hips and the two of them began an intricate, fast, pumping, erotic dance on stage.  Jason just sort of let go and let his body move as he watched João.  João smiled, electric and on fire in front of him.  At first, they were facing each other, grinding and thrusting and jumping and grabbing their crotches.  It felt carnal, tribal, fucking crazy, and fucking alive.   It was like the very liquid of life coursed through his veins rather than blood as he pumped and humped and shook his ass on stage.  Jason barely registered how parts of his anatomy were jiggling and bouncing in places that shouldn’t, particularly his pecs and butt.  Up and down his chest and buttocks flopped, shaking obscenely with his every movement.  He would have been self-conscious if he hadn’t been so drunk, both from beer and desire. 

João devoured him with his lustful gaze and Jason couldn’t look away. They were dripping with sweat, their chests heaving, their breath coming in ragged gasps but neither cared; they were too carried away to even notice when their cocks threatened to flop free of the pouches in their briefs.  Jason looked down and flushed when he saw the enormous bulge in João’s briefs.  It seemed to only get bigger and heavier as they danced and Jason realized with chagrin that he was in the same boat; his cock was so engorged that the fabric of his briefs was rubbing his cockhead raw.  Even worse, the crotch of his underwear was stained dark with a spreading blotch of precum.

He should have cared more.

But he didn’t.

After a very long time, the music built to a climax and then stopped abruptly.  They stood there puffing on stage while the guys in front of them went crazy.  Everyone was whooping and catcalling and hollering.  It was fucking incredible!  Jason looked over at João and gave him a wide smile.  His big friend reached over and slapped him hard on the ass, laughing. João’s underwear was soaking wet from the rivers of sweat running down his body.  Jason allowed himself the luxury of just staring at the big guy.

Time seemed to slow down as he stood there, savoring the moment.

João was really handsome, he realized almost belatedly.  He wasn’t the big brute that Jason had first thought.  Well, Ok, he was a big brute but there was a lot more to him than that.  His face was wide and smooth, an open face that didn’t hide anything.  At the moment, he was grinning ear to ear as he stared at Jason, clearly savoring the view.  Jason flushed and wiped his brow.  He felt a rivulet of sweat run down his back and into the cleft of his ass.  He shivered as it caressed his butthole.  João’s grin grew even wider and Jason looked down and then back up at his friend. João winked.

João had a cleft chin and big, brown eyes.  His eyebrows were thick but it looked like he had tweezed them a little to keep them from growing out of control.  His thick, black hair was short on the sides and spiky on top.  His little ears stuck out from the side of his head like handles on a jug but Jason thought this only made João more adorable.

Wait.

What was going on with him?  He was getting all worked up over a guy?  Jason wasn’t gay!  He was…

He was…

João reached out and drew him close against him, smearing Jason with his sweat.  Jason inhaled and got the full scent of João’s musk.  He felt his knees go weak.

João was leaning in, his face getting closer and closer to Jason’s.  Jason held his breath.

He wasn’t gay.

He wasn’t…he wasn’t…

Just as João’s lips were drawing close to his own, Jason glanced out in the crowd and noticed that Cody’s chair was empty; his roommate was nowhere to be seen.

Then João’s full, moist lips were on his own and Jason forgot about everything else.

João walked him back to his room after Caleb drove them home from the bar.  Cody had already caught a ride back to the dorms, Caleb informed them as they climbed into his car but they were too busy pawing at each in the backseat to hear.  Caleb sighed and turned on the stereo.  His cock was throbbing in his jeans and listening to the guys getting it on in the back only made him feel frustrated.  Fucking João gets all the hot guys, he thought, cursing his roommate under his breath.  It was the Brazilian thing.

João pushed Jason against the door to his room when they got out of the elevator and pinned his hands above his head, leaning into him to grind his crotch against Jason’s belly.

“Fuck, your lips are sweeter than any girl I’ve ever fucked,” he breathed, running his tongue over Jason’s teeth.

“Ungh,” Jason gasped, managing to pull back slightly so he could talk.  “That’s the fucking nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, dude.”

“I could fuck you right here, right now. I’ve got the condoms.”  João lowered his arms and grabbed Jason’s ass in his big hands.

Jason caught his breath, snapping out of the trance he’d been in ever since João’s lips had touched his own.  His cock was throbbing fiercely in his sweats.  Wait!  Was he ready to get fucked by…a guy?

João laughed, reading the expression on his face.  “Don’t worry, Jacinto.  I’m not going to…yet.  I want you to beg for it first.  Are you ready to beg to have this hard cock buried in your ass?”  He pounded his crotch against Jason to drive his ‘point’ home.

“Ow,” Jason exclaimed.  A big cock like João’s buried in his ass?  What?  Is that what he wanted?

João laughed again and clapped him on the shoulder.  Jason winced, reaching up to rub the spot.  Somehow, he just wasn’t quite feeling it like he had a moment ago.

“I…better get some sleep.  See you in the morning, dude?”  His voice sounded thick in his ears.

If João felt any disappointment, he didn’t show it.  Instead, he grinned down at Jason and licked his lips.  “You bet, bitch.  I can’t wait.”

Jason’s hand was shaking and sweaty when he tried to open the door and he all but tumbled inside when it opened. João stalked off, smirking.  He stood there, feeling his body quiver and trying to catch his breath.  Clumsily, he pushed the door closed.

The lights were on and he could hear Cody in the bathroom.  Shit, what time was it?  He pulled out his phone to check the time and noticed there were at least a dozen texts from Chelsea on it.

Chelsea?

Chelsea?

He had to think for a while, trying to remember who she was.  He read through the texts.  She was wondering where he was and if they were going on their traditional Saturday night dinner date.  Oh, yeah!  That’s right.  Chelsea was his girlfriend!  How could he have forgotten something important like that?  He shook his head, trying to clear it.  For some reason, his memories of Chelsea felt like they happened a lifetime ago.  He squinted down at his phone, furrowing his brow.  Her texts grew progressively worried over the course of the evening until finally the worry disappeared and was replaced by anger and finally fury. He winced.  She was really pissed at him for avoiding her.  Why didn’t he respond to her texts?

“Have a good time at the bar, dude?”

Startled, Jason dropped his phone.  Cody had emerged from the bathroom, wearing a thin, white t-shirt but was otherwise butt naked.  There was a towel draped around his shoulders.  He reached up and rubbed his wet hair with the towel as he stood there.  Jason swallowed.  Cody had a…really nice, er, lower body.  For a dude.  Muscled and hairy, he had wide hips, bulging thighs, and a confident stance that somehow made up for the fact that his cock wasn’t very large.  But, shit, even though the dude wasn’t packing, he had a really fat cockhead. And was that a mole on his shaft? 

Jason swallowed again.

“Are you Ok, dude?” Cody asked, walking over to his dresser.  “You dropped your phone.”

Jason willed himself to look away but couldn’t.  What was it about his roommate that was so captivating?  Cody gave him a funny smile when he didn’t respond and turned around to pull open the lower drawer.

Jason felt like the world narrowed down in that moment and all he could see what the alluring sight of his roommate’s ass.  Christ, Cody had quite a butt!  He didn’t know why but it was hypnotic.  He couldn’t remember ever seeing such a beefy, muscular ass before.  Not that he really paid attention to guys’ butts.  He wasn’t a fruit like Jordan.  But, god, what a butt! It was meaty and big but what caught Jason’s attention was how hairy it was.  Girls don’t have butts like that, he thought to himself and shook his head.  Of course, girls didn’t have butts like that!  It would be gross.  But on Cody…  Shit, on Cody, it was something else entirely.  His butt looked both hard and soft at the same time; hard because it was muscular but soft because it was also kind of fat.  That is 100% man ass, Jason thought.

He flushed and felt an unfamiliar sensation then, a feeling that unsettled him. He was about to turn away when Cody did something provocative.  He squatted down on his haunches to dig around in the drawer.  Jason watched with both horror and fascination as his roommate’s butt cheeks parted, giving him an unobstructed view of his butthole.  Cody was fucking spreading his hole in front of Jason!

Don’t look at it! Don’t look at it!  Turn away! A voice in the back of his head was screaming but he couldn’t look away. He stared.  Cody’s pucker was on display for him, like a private showing. Jason shifted uncomfortably aware of a growing sensation.  He wanted to turn, drop his eyes, stop looking but he couldn’t.  Cody’s hole was surrounded by thick brown hair but Jason could see the tender pink skin underneath.  If he moved just so, he could see Cody’s balls hanging down from behind.  Shit, those were some balls, too!  They practically brushed the floor, they were so round and heavy.  Jason shifted again, realizing to his profound embarrassment that his dick was getting hard.

Shit!  What the fuck?  The piece of meat between his legs had a mind of its own and was already at half-mast and getting harder by the second.  Shit! Shit! Shit!  Jason’s mouth went dry.  You’re not a fucking faggot!  Stop looking, Jason!

Desperately, he tried to force himself to turn away again. And failed again.  He tried to think of something, anything else, but couldn’t.  All he could do was stare at Cody’s massive ass and mesmerizing hole.  Was it his imagination or was Cody’s taint becoming engorged, too?  Was dude getting a hardon?  Yeah, his taint was definitely swelling.  Jason licked his dry lips, frozen.  His cock was now fully engorged, pulsing insistently between his legs.  It was pressed uncomfortably against his sweats.  Jason felt feverish, sweaty. What was wrong with him?

Cody seemed in no hurry to stand up.  He kept rummaging around in the drawer and even leaned forward slightly.  Jason blinked as Cody’s t-shirt road up his back, revealing more of his luscious ass and…a tattoo.

Dude had a fucking tramp stamp! 

Yes, Cody Miller had a black Celtic tribal tattoo stenciled over his ass.  The stylized lines curved over his twin globes, accentuating their roundness, before meeting over his crack to drop into a suggestive arrowhead that pointed salaciously downward.

Jason cock was cemented against his sweats. His breath was ragged and he had to reach out to steady himself against the wall.  Finally, after what felt like forever, Cody pulled something out of his drawer and stood up.

“There!” he pronounced, unfurling a tiny piece of fabric and stepping into it; it was a tiny black jockstrap. “It must be close to laundry day.  I’m down to my last jock.”  As he pulled it up his beefy legs, Jason noticed that Cody’s ass barely fit through the straps.  His roommate bounced up and down on his heels a few times as he adjusted the position of the waistband and Jason watched entranced as his ass jiggled.  His cheeks burned and he knew they must be bright red.

Cody turned around then, saying brightly, “Want to play another round of Call of Duty before bed, dude?”

Jason gaped at him.  His hands were shaking.  The whole day was completely surreal.

Jason awoke to something heavy lying on top of him.  Snorting, his eyes sprang open and he looked around.  He was sprawled out on the couch in the dorm room, the game controller still in one hand and…fuck!  Cody Miller was asleep on his lap.  His roommate’s head was tucked against Jason’s neck; he could feel soft puffs of air on his throat every time Cody exhaled.

Jason froze.

Fuck!

Cody was naked except for his tiny, black jock.

Even worse, Jason could tell that he was naked from the waist down.  His cock was pulsing and alive between his legs, pressing firmly against Cody’s hairy cleft.

Shit.

SHIT!

He struggled to move, waking Cody.  His roommate stirred and stretched, raising his head to give Jason a sleepy smile.

“Hey, big guy,” he murmured.  “Ready for bed?”

***

Chapter 4 (Riley)

Riley

The stall was stale and musty, but there was fresh straw scattered throughout, covering the floor.  Riley sneezed at the hay, and paced.  Why was he here?  He couldn’t remember how he got there.  Except for the buzzing of flies, the barn was quiet.  “The animals must all be outside or something,” he thought.  If he stood up on his toes, he could see out above the walls of the stall.  There was daylight shining through the barn doors and windows, but the shadows were long, so he deduced that it must be morning.

After getting his bearings, thoughts began to swirl around his head.  Why am I naked? he thought.

He shifted and looked down at himself, noticing that his long cock was swaying languidly back and forth. Shit! Why is it so swollen…and long?  He knew he had a big cock, but the thing swinging between his legs looked obscenely big.

Slowly, hesitantly, he reached down and touched it  His hand jerked back in pain, and he winced.  “God, it hurts, too!”, he thought to himself, surprised.  The skin was tender and red, somewhat mottled in appearance, and almost bruised.

He winced again, as he inadvertently moved his hand against his balls.  God, even his balls were too big.  They hung down, looking puffy and swollen in his sac.  The skin on his sac was stretched thin as it strained to contain them.  He held them carefully in his hand, rolling them around.  He blanched when he realized that they had to be at least three times their usual size!

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, beginning to shake as he stood there, looking down at his bruised and swollen equipment.  It looked fucking freakish!   

He rattled the door of his stall to see how secure it was and found that the door was big and heavy, reaching up to the ceiling.  It didn’t move an inch.  He was trapped!

Hoarsely, he called out, his voice sounding thick and pained.

Despite his best efforts, he began to panic.  They couldn’t keep him locked up in here….could they?  He had to get to class!  He would miss soccer practice!  He called out again, this time more frantically..

From the far end of the barn, he heard a sound, and he banged hopefully against the door of his stall again.  He strained to hear.  Was someone there?  He screamed, this time not caring if he sounded like a girl.  He had to get out of there!  He had to get free!

“Tranquilo, tranquilo.”

Riley froze, mouth hanging open, and his mind went blank as the same Latino guy from the bar rounded the corner, smiling broadly when he saw Riley.

“Tranquilo, cabrón.”

Reflexively, Riley leaned up against the bars in his stall, pushing his cock through. The man reached out and Riley shuddered as felt the rough hand run down the length of his shaft.  There was a splattering sound and Riley looked down to see a thick wad of cum dribbling out from the folds of his foreskin.  His cheeks flamed.

The man made a tsking sound in the back of his throat, shaking his head.  Riley’s ears grew hot with shame.  For some reason, he couldn’t control himself around the guy, no matter how hard he fought. Even his body betrayed him when the man was around.  He was awash with one, sick desire:  All he wanted was to please the man.  He had to please the man.  The man was everything to him.

The man laughed and Riley felt his pulse quicken.  “You are a dirty animal.”  The words hit Riley like a lash and pressed his cock even further through the bars, straining. The guy smirked and picked up Riley’s thick cock, giving it a tight squeeze.  Riley gasped, feeling his ass cheeks clench with pleasure.  Shit, that felt amazing!

More precum slid down the shaft of his upturned cock and the man let the cum ooze down his fingers for a moment before he dropped Riley’s swollen member, letting it slap painfully against his nuts.  Mouth watering, Riley stared as the man raised his hand slowly, teasingly to Riley’s lips.

Don’t do it!  Don’t do it, Riley!

He fought and fought with himself.  He was not going to further debase himself.  He was not going to be this guy’s sick toy.  He was not…

He pushed his face against the bars, sticking his tongue out eagerly.  The man held out his finger.  There was a thick drop of Riley’s jizz dangling down from the tip.  Riley pushed his tongue out as far as he could, waiting, waiting, waiting…until… YES!  He tasted the salty, musky flavor as the drop of his cum slid down onto his tongue.

“Ay, cabrón, I think you’re ready.”

Riley didn’t resist when the man put the bit in his mouth and slid the bridle over his head.  He grunted as the man pulled the bridle back, jamming his tongue against the back of his mouth and causing the bit to push cruelly against his aching teeth.  The bridle dug savagely into his face, yanking his ears forward…stretching, stretching, stretching.  He tried to cry out, but the bit held back his tongue and prevented him from making a sound.  Laughing, the man slapped his ass hard before tying a rope through the steel ring dangling on the front of the bridle.

Riley expected that the man would fasten him into the hanging harness again but this time his captor led him to a chair in a corner of the big main room of the barn.

Riley stared at it.  

It looked like a barber’s chair but there was something more sinister about it that he couldn’t quite figure out. When he realized there were straps on the arm and leg rests, he knew it wasn’t a barber’s chair; it was a fucking electric chair!  He balked, refusing to move any closer, but the man yanked hard on the rope. The bit gouged the tender flesh inside his mouth and Riley made a gurgling noise.  He tasted blood.  Despite the pain, he stood there, bracing himself.  He wasn’t going to be led around like a dumb animal.  He wasn’t going to let this man abuse him like this.  He wasn’t…

The man kneed him in the groin and Riley crumpled, falling backward into the chair.  He moaned piteously, struggling to stand.  Before he could get to his feet, the man had pulled his head back and fastened a collar around his neck.  The collar clicked into place and Riley couldn’t move his head.  He tried to throw a punch, but the man grabbed his balls and yanked hard.  Riley screamed, momentarily distracted by the pain, and he reflexively reached down to protect himself.  It turned out that this was exactly the intended effect:  The man took the opportunity to attach the belts around his ankles.  Riley tried and failed to shake off his assailant when the guy pulled his right arm up, shoving it roughly onto the armrest, but he was simply too weak.  In a few seconds, the man had fastened his wrist and then his upper arm into the braces and tightened them.  The straps dug into his flesh and Riley sagged back, defeated.

Soon, he was completely immobilized in the horrible chair. Flies landed and crawled across his bare skin.  He sat there, whimpering, his body rigid and mouth and balls aching.  He wanted to drop his head but it was held back by the collar; he had no choice but to stare helplessly at his captor.  His chest was heaving and he felt sweat running down his torso, pooling between his bare ass and the sticky plastic covering the seat of the chair.

“Now, pendejo, the real fun begins.”

These words fell like stones on Riley and, unable to steel himself, he began to shake.  What the fuck was the guy going to do to him?  He was torturing him!  He had to get free!  What had he done to deserve this?  He would have shouted if the bit in his mouth wasn’t already forcing his tongue back against his throat.  Only a soft, strangled noise escaped his bruised lips.

The man smirked up at Riley.  Even sitting, Riley was still a good half a head taller than the man but there was something ominous about the guy that made Riley feel like he was little in comparison.  The dude seemed to radiate a black light and the barn felt dark despite the bright morning sun pouring through the wide open door off to the right.  Riley shivered again with terror.

Theatrically, the man stepped back and pulled out a small piece of black fabric from his back pocket and unfurled it, holding it in front of Riley and shaking it.  Riley stared at it blearily before realizing what it was; it was a blindfold.  Slowly, ominously, the man walked behind the chair and tied it around his eyes with exaggerated care.  Riley made a gurgling sound but was powerless to resist.  The darkness that had been closing around him since he awoke in the barn that morning was now complete.  He was immobilized and vulnerable.  Unable to stop himself, he mewled pathetically.

The man made a low sound in back of his throat.  “This stays on from now on, chingón.”

That didn’t sound good.  Riley’s mewling grew louder, more panicked.  This nightmare just kept getting worse.  He was only vaguely aware when the man picked up his hand and pushed it through a ring.  His fingers pushed against something firm and then there was a loud click as the ring tightened around his wrist.  Dully, he moved his hand but found it was encased in something.  What was it?  He tried to open his fingers but he couldn’t.  His hand was locked inside something hard and confining that effectively turned it into a club.

What the fuck was the guy doing to him?

Even though he knew it was futile, he resisted when the man picked up his other hand.  He stretched out his fingers so the guy couldn’t get his hand through the ring.  The next instant, his vision flashed red as the man grabbed his balls and squeezed hard, causing Riley to inadvertently clutch his hand into a fist.  The man pushed the fist through the ring and then snapped it close.  Both of Riley’s hands were now captured, his fingers curled into fists.  He banged them against the armrests, trying to break the strange restraints but they just bounced off the padding.  It was like his hands were enclosed in big plastic bubbles.

This was too much for poor Riley and he went into shock, his vision clouded and his head flopped forward.  He only revived when he heard a sudden buzzing sound.  Blearily, he opened his eyes and then remembered that they were covered with a blindfold.  That sound was familiar.  It sounded like…

An electric razor.  

Riley flinched as the man picked up his cock in one hand and then started shaving his groin with the other.  Shit, the guy was going to shave off all of his hair down there!  Riley struggled again, feebly, knowing that it was useless but still not wanting to lose his manly pubes.  The fucking bastard!  In seconds, the job was done and Riley was shaved to nothing down there.  He thought that this was bad enough until he heard the sound of a cap popping open followed by a cold sensation on the base of his cock.  A second later, the man starting rubbing the cold, wet stuff on his denuded pubes, massaging it in.  He smelled menthol.  Shit, that was shaving cream!  The bastard wasn’t content leaving his pubes clipped; he had to fucking shave them, too.  Why was he doing this?  Hadn’t he done enough?

The sensation of a razor scraping against his most private parts made Riley squirm but he didn’t have long before the guy had made a few bold swipes of the razor and removed every trace of pubic stubble.  Riley was smooth as a baby before he fully registered it.

Thoroughly humiliated, Riley stiffened again when the man reached down and squeezed his penis.  The guy held it up, massaging it.  Riley willed himself to not get hard.  No, he would not allow himself to get turned on by this…this…

No!

His cock didn’t listen. It became quickly engorged the more the man jerked him.  After a few moments, Riley was rock hard and on the verge of cumming.  He gritted his teeth, intent on resisting the orgasm even though his body willed it.  Before he could, though, the man stopped and quickly slid something over his shaft.  There was a pause followed by a thoop! and his cock was sucked into something.  What was it?  A plastic tube?

What?!

The suction of the tube (or whatever it was) was strong and instantly formed a tight seal around the newly smooth base of his cock.  Riley cringed inwardly and then exhaled as the pressure increased.

It felt…weird but also kind of good.  What was the guy doing to him?  Milking him?  Was he hooked up to some sort of freaky machine to suck him dry of his spunk?  Despite disgust at being harnessed, shaved, and sucked, he was hard again.  There was something really fucking hot about the way the machine sucked on his cock.  Again, he tried and failed to stop his body from responding. After only a minute or two, the delicious sucking had made him cum and a wad of jizz rocketed out of his cock.  Riley’s whole body convulsed and he moaned loudly, feeling the orgasm scintillate through him.  Shit, that was amazing!

“Ha, good boy,” the man commented.  Riley recoiled as he patted him on the belly.  “Yeah, that’s it.  Cum all you like.”

The dude was fucking sick!  He hated himself for losing control so easily.

Riley expected the tube to loosen once his erection went down but instead it got tighter, pulling more aggressively, and his cock reinflated almost immediately.  Even though he wasn’t turned on, his cock felt completely hard.  The suction in the tube was relentless.  Shit, what the fuck was going on?

“Just about there.  Only a little more.”

Huh?  What?  Nothing that was happening to him made any sense.  What was the guy doing to him?

The suction increased and Riley could feel the base of his cock beginning to expand, slowly widening to push against the sides of the tube, just as more of it was being pulled inside.  His cock was straining to completely fill the tube and it felt…shit, it felt good.  Why the fuck was he enjoying this so much?  What was wrong with him?  He’d forgotten about being restrained, even forgotten about the savage bridle that was trying to rip his face apart.  Instead, all he cared about was the glorious feeling of his cock being sucked into that fucking tube.

A few more minutes of ecstasy and Riley was almost beginning to relax into the pleasure of being sucked by the weird machine.  He would have been lost in the euphoria if he didn’t feel a sudden sharp pain at the base of his pubes, just where the suction tube grabbed on and held tight.  He jerked in surprise.  It fucking hurt!  It felt like he’d been jabbed with a huge needle.  His eyes watered and he let out a little whimper.

“Time to fill up, cabrón!”

Before he could wonder what that meant, he felt another stab, this time in the side of his neck and he lost consciousness.

The coming days were a dim nightmare for Riley.  He was kept perpetually drugged, always on the verge of a stupor.  The hours and days ran into each other, forming a long, tortured, feverish haze. He had no control of any part of his body.  He couldn’t stand, walk, piss, or even take a shit without help; his captor was in control of everything.  With the blindfold, he had no idea whether it was day or night.   Similarly, the man never removed the bizarre plastic things around Riley’s hands and his fingers ached from being clenched into fists.  He guessed that this was to keep him from removing the…contraption that was permanently attached to his groin.  Well, practically permanently attached.  The man only let Riley’s cock out of the suction long enough to clean the tube of collected urine and cum.  Even then, it barely registered because his cock felt so numb. He was too out of it to give it much thought but he’d lost all sense of it.  His tormented member didn’t feel separate from the thing that encased it.  In his delirium, the machine and his cock had merged.  It was like it didn’t belong to him any longer.

Feeding time was the worst.  The bridle was removed only long enough for the man to shove a blunt tube down his throat.  He would gag and jerk as a sickly liquid trickled down the back of his aching throat. He wanted to vomit it back up but couldn’t.  All he could do was sit there, chained in the horrid chair, and feel his stomach fill with the disgusting fluid.  He never felt hungry but he also never felt completely full.

Once a day, the man would help him out of the chair and half-guide, half-carry him to the toilet.  It was a difficult journey because the machine-thing around his cock had to come with them.  It was an awkward journey and an exhausting one because Riley’s legs were weak from being restrained in a sitting position.  By the time he returned to the chair, he was completely spent.

The man never washed him nor did he allow Riley a moment of freedom to wash himself. After a day or two, flies covered him like a writhing mat on his skin and, in a few days, the smell was hideous that he perpetually felt like retching.  A putrid layer of sweat, dead skin, and dead flies accumulated all over his body and he felt stuck to the chair.

To put it mildly, Riley hated it.  He hated being so weak, so vulnerable, so exploited.  There was no end in sight.  No one but the man ever came to the barn.  It was like he was in the middle of nowhere, rather than the middle of campus.  How could everyone have simply forgotten about him?  Why didn’t his parents try to find him? Weren’t the police looking for him?  Even drugged, he knew that something wasn’t right.  The son of rich, white parents couldn’t disappear without being noticed, could he?

But no one came.  He was alone.

Well, alone except for his tormentor; a man he didn’t even know.  A man who had no reason to treat him like this and yet who relished inflicting pain on him.  Pain…and humiliation.  There was always that.  The first time the man fucked him up the ass, Riley had been shocked.  Shocked both by the violence of it and by how much he delighted in it.  He had arched his back and practically begged the dude to savage his hole.  It was humiliating beyond reason but also so fucking delicious.  Almost like he was made to be fucked like that.  Like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to stick his ass up in the air and spread his butt cheeks, waiting for that fat, moist cock to bury itself in his aching asshole.  Getting fucked while being slapped hard on the ass was the highlight of his day.  Or night.  Or whatever.  He didn’t care as long as he was getting fucked.  It was a time to be free of his restraints, the painful monotony of the evil chair.  He was still held in place by the harness but at least it wasn’t the fucking chair.  It took his mind away from the constant, draining sucking and pulling of the machine. Being fucked was the rare time when he could forget everything besides having a hot cock rammed up his hole.

If he’d been lucid, he would have been sad that this was what his life had degenerated to.  Sad that he had fallen to this depth of depravity.  Sunk so very low.  After a while, his memories of being a soccer stud and college jock had faded to nothing and he could barely even remember who he was.  He was just there, chained up, being sucked by that horrible machine.  The tube.  His whole being was being sucked into that fucking tube.  And he was too weak to even care.  He just let himself forget because remembering only made him feel bad.

Being blindfolded, he could only tell it was daytime when he heard the birds calling. The barn would grow slowly warmer as the sun rose and the horrible flies would begin to stir.  He tried to count the days but the drugs made everything run together.  After a while, he was only barely aware that many days had passed. The bridle had ceased to bother him.  He barely noticed the flies landing on him. He was lost.  Just lost in the sick rhythm of his torture.  Torture that was never-ending, brutal, and sucking him dry.

One day Riley awoke and the barn was silent.  Something was wrong.  Something just felt wrong.  He strained but could only hear pigeons flying in the rafters above.  He smelled rain.  Birds were beginning to call outside and he could hear the animals stirring in their stalls around him.  It must be morning.

The sounds around him were normal but he could still feel that something was wrong.  He sat there in the chair for a long time before he figured it out:  The machine attached to his cock, the constant suction, the perpetual humming was gone.  He shifted in his chair but his cock didn’t move, he pulled again but nothing; his cock was held tightly in place and still mostly numb, though it felt like as the drug wore off, he was getting back more feeling down there.  He tried to pull back, attempting to dislodge himself from the machine, but it was no use.  Even though the machine was off, it was still holding onto his cock and not about to let go.

He shifted again, wiggling his ass in the chair.  His body was so filthy that his ass cheeks were stuck.  He had to lift his butt off the chair in order to loosen it.  The smell, his smell, was appalling.  He smelled worse than the animals shitting all around him in the barn.  No wonder the flies were layered on him, crawling over every part of his body.  He’d been covered with flies, unable to move away or swat them, for so long that he almost didn’t register them anymore.  Now, though, he was repulsed.  He longed to get away from them.  They were driving him crazy.

He exhaled in frustration and stopped.  

Woah, holy fuck!  

He could breathe again!  The bridle was off!  How had he not noticed that sooner? The constant crushing, tearing, searing pain was gone from his face and from his mouth.  It was amazing.  Shit, it felt amazing!  He tried to massage his gums with his tongue but found it impossible.  His tongue was so fat and thick that it barely fit in his mouth.  He sighed and let it flop out, feeling it slap against his cheeks.  Shit, how had it gotten so friggin’ swollen and long?  He moved it around and realized that he could actually lick the underside of his chin.  Was that normal?  He shouldn’t be able to do that, should he?

He tried to pull it back in his mouth.  He could do it but it didn’t feel comfortable. He let it hang out again, moving it around.  Shit, he could practically lick his entire face!

This was definitely not normal.  It must just be swollen after being forced into the back of his throat for so long.  Yeah, that must be it.

He forced his tongue back in his mouth, feeling it shove uncomfortably against his teeth.  Even his teeth felt different.  They were too big and, shit, his front teeth were pushing out against his lips.  He fucking had bucked teeth!  Shit, really?

Riley suddenly wished that he was drugged again.  What the fuck had happened to him while he’d been trussed up here?  His breathing grew labored and he forced himself to calm down.  It had to be his imagination.  He just wasn’t used to being free of the bridle.  Yes, it was probably just because he was so unaccustomed to being able to feel his tongue and teeth that they felt so strange.  He’d probably just forgotten what they felt like.  Once the bridle had been off and he had some time to readjust, everything would be normal.  His teeth and tongue would be normal.

Riley forced himself to take another deep breath.  He’d been starting to freak out but he needed to relax.  He just needed to take this one step at a time.  One step at a time.  

Yes.

Then he noticed something else…

Something else was different.

He moved his shoulders.  They were stiff and sore from being held in place for days and days.  But, wait, he could move them.  Yeah, they were moving.  He moved some more.  Unexpectedly, the collar around his neck fell to the floor with a clatter. Breathless, he shifted his right arm.  It easily came out of the braces.  As did his left arm.

What?

He moved his legs.  They moved out of the restraints.

He was free!  Shit, he was finally fucking free!

Sort of.

The club-like things were around his hands, he was blindfolded, and the…thing was still attached to his cock.  He sighed.  It felt so weird to be able to move and to have a clear head.  He shook his head and took a deep breath.  Shit.  It felt so good.  He leaned forward; his shoulders ached like hell but he savored the movement.  He could finally move again!

Now, if he could just get the blindfold off.

With the clubs on his hands, it took a while but after a lot of wriggling around and clunking himself in the head, he managed to pull it down enough to see a little.  Even though it was still early morning, the light was harsh and he cringed, promptly closing his eyes.  God, it even hurt to see!  How long had he been blindfolded?

He sat there, breathing deeply and noticed even tiny movements felt radical after being confined for so long.  Just being able to move his arms and legs was enough to nearly bring tears to his eyes.  And breathing?  Yes, even breathing freely felt like a huge liberation. He sat back, disturbing the flies crawling over him, and groaned.  He was tired.  Even though he’d just been sitting for weeks (months?), chained nearly twenty fours a day to the fucking chair, he was deeply tired and just wanted to lie down and rest.  His body felt battered, distorted, alien. He was drained and empty.

The freedom was tiring and so, Riley slept.

When he awoke, his eyes were somewhat more accustomed to the light.  Apparently, just having the blindfold off while he slept had allowed them to adapt a little.  He braced, half expecting that the man had returned while he slept and chained him up again.  Carefully, he flexed and then sighed in relief when he realized his arms and legs were free.  He was still in the chair, groin shoved into the horrid machine, but otherwise he was free.  All he had to do was figure out how to get his hands free and then maybe he could work his dick free from the vacuum machine.

He looked around.  It was midday.  The barn was hot and the flies were even more active, swarming over him.  He had to get out of there soon.  He was tired and weak but he knew he had to get out of there.  Who knew when the man would return?  Even though his restraints had been untied, it could just be a test or a way of fucking with him.  Yes, he had to get going.  He had to get out of there.

Lifting his right hand, he saw finally what had been done to it.  His hand was encased in a clear ball of thick plastic.  He knew from experience that no amount of pounding would break the plastic but as he squinted at his hand (the light still hurt his sensitive eyes), he saw that the band around his wrist was unfastened.

It was open.

He should be able to get his hand free!

Excited, he looked down and then wished he hadn’t.  His body was beyond filthy.  There were no words to describe it.  He had no idea that a human body could possibly get that disgusting.  The layer of excrement and dirt and dust and dead flies covering him was enough to make him vomit.  He would have vomited, too, if there had been any food in his stomach.  Instead, he leaned forward and retched, his body contracting in painful, dry heaves.

Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit.

Before he could stop himself (he’d been good at not thinking about this before now), he wondered what he had done to deserve being treated like this.  There could never be justification for this.  Never.  The heaves turned into sobs and for the first time in many, many years, Riley cried.

He couldn’t let himself fall apart for long, though. Some part of his mind only let him collapse for so long before pushing him back to the present.  He had to get the plastic balls off his hands so he could figure out how to get his cock free from the wicked machine.

Whimpering a little, both from pain and revulsion at himself, he forced his hand under his thigh.  Pushing down with his leg while pulling with his hand, it took him several minutes of intense struggle and pain before there was a sickening pop and his hand came free.  The plastic ball rolled off the chair onto the floor and he collapsed backward in the chair again.  His chest was heaving from the effort.  He was so weak!

He lay there with his free hand lying on his dirt-encrusted belly, trying to wiggle his fingers.  They had been folded up into a fist for so long they didn’t work.  They felt swollen and fat, permanently curled and twisted.  Shit, he thought on the verge of panic, my hands are fucking clubs forever now!

Forcibly squelching his building hysteria, he made himself keep working his fingers.  With the utmost concentration, he focused on getting them to straighten out.  It took forever and he didn’t succeed in getting them completely unfolded but his fingers did finally relax somewhat.

He thrust his other hand under his thigh and yanked.  Again, it took a while but he managed to extract his deformed hand from the plastic cage.  This time, he flung it across the barn as hard as he could.  It didn’t go very far but it felt good to get that cage away from him.

Rest.

He had to rest again even though the longer he stayed in this prison, the more likely it was that he would be recaptured.  Willfully, he forced himself to keep moving his fingers, making them extend even though they only wanted to curl up into tight fists again.  After maybe an hour, he had managed to unknot them enough that he felt like someday he might be able to straighten them out completely.  His hands were still nearly unusable, though, and he needed them to get his cock free of the machine.

By this time, his stomach was beginning to growl and he felt faint.  If nothing else, he had to get free so he could find something to eat.  He stirred, moving his hands in front of him to push against the machine that was clamped around his cock.

He pushed.

And nearly passed out.  Shit, that fucking hurt!  His cock was still numb but his groin was tender and the pressure was immense, keeping him locked in. His cock was fucking glued inside the thing! Could he even get it to release him?

Blinking fiercely against the bright light, he sat up and examined the machine for the first time.  It was essentially a steel cylinder, about a foot in diameter, with its length descending into the darkness of the floor below him. The base of the  thing was shaped to cover not only his cock but also much of his groin.  When he looked down at it, he could see that his pubes were completely encased by it.  His legs were thrust out wide to accommodate the width of the bizarre contraption.  Pulse pounding in his ears, he moved a curled finger to probe at the place where the metal met his skin, pushing down on his groin, trying to break the seal.  His skin was filthy but it looked like some kind of lubricant had been smeared on his crotch.  If he could somehow work his finger between the skin and the metal seal, he should be able to get free.

It was almost impossible, partly because of the seal was so tight and partly because his fingers were so useless.  After struggling for almost an hour, though, he heard a low slurping sound and felt a delicious release.  The skin of his groin very slowly separated from the metal, allowing him to squeeze his little finger inside and move it around.

Yes!

Yes!

YES!

The awful machine was finally coming loose!  Eagerly, almost giddily, he leaned back in the chair and closing his eyes, pushed backward, leveraging his feet against the base of the evil machine.  It took everything he had but he felt movement.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

He almost felt like laughing.  All he had to do was free his cock and he could go.  He could finally leave this terrible prison behind.  He never wanted to go inside a barn again.  He never wanted to be anywhere near a barn.  When he got out, he would go right to a hotel and get the nicest room with a huge Jacuzzi and just relax.  Yes, he would wash and wash and wash until he was finally clean and then he would just relax.  And eat.  He smiled to himself in anticipation.

Yes, he was almost free!

Except he wasn’t.

What…?

He pushed backward a bit more.  Still mostly numb, he could feel his cock sliding out little by little.  Yes, he was finally pulling out.  But…shouldn’t he be out by now?  His cock was sliding out, out, out but still the machine held onto him.  Unconsciously, his tongue flopped out of the side of his mouth and he bit it in concentration.  He pushed back even more, leaning back using everything he had.  The machine was definitely getting farther away as it rolled across the floor but his cock was still sliding out and he was not yet free.  He pushed more, inch by inch by inch.  Finally, his legs were almost straight and he was on the verge of losing leverage.  Yet still he wasn’t free.  How could that be possible?  There was no way that his cock could still be held inside of that thing.  No way.

Perturbed, Riley sat up and opened his eyes.

FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!

He collapsed backward, mind reeling.  What he had just seen could not be real.

There was no way.

No fucking way.

It was completely fucking impossible.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!

He must be fucking hallucinating.

His cock could not have been transformed into…

No.

NO.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!

Riley sagged in the chair, holding his aching head in his clubbed hands.  This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. There was no way his precious cock, his proudest possession, his best friend had been turned into that…hideous thing between his legs.  There was no way…that a man could possibly have a tool that deformed, that distended, that fucking grotesque.  Humans could not have cocks like that.  It would be impossible to…

Impossible to…

Impossible to…

Shit.

He wanted to die.  That could not possibly belong to him.

And yet.

And yet.

Yet as the drug wore off, the numbness in his groin was also wearing off.  He was just beginning to register in the back of his head the…sensations down there.  The weight…down there.  The…size…down there.  He couldn’t take it.

He couldn’t take it.

He was going crazy.

That was the only explanation.

This whole ordeal was just a fucking hallucination.

He must be on a particularly bad acid trip.

Yes, that must be it.

He was on drugs.

All he needed to do was wait long enough and the drugs would wear off and he would wake up and this would just all be a long, horrendous nightmare.  Just a bad delusion.

Yeah, he just needed to wait long enough and everything would go back to normal.

Except.

It didn’t go back to normal.

Time dragged on.

And on.

And it still didn’t go back to normal.

Riley was slowly forced to admit this as the day wore on.

He sat there in a stupor, unaware of anything.  The flies were covering him head to toe but he didn’t notice.  His whole body ached and his stomach was beyond empty yet he didn’t care.  Nothing could reach him.  His world had just completely been destroyed.  His whole fucking body had been completely destroyed.  What was left of him wasn’t worth saving.  His life was not even worth living.  What kind of a life would it be anyway? How could anything be normal again with…a fucking disgusting monster like that hanging between his legs?  Shit, it was even longer than his fucking legs.

Evening was descending and the barn was starting to grow colder.  Riley twitched, a cloud of flies arose around him.  He felt sick.  He just wanted to fucking die.  Why couldn’t he just fucking die?

He didn’t die, though.

His body refused to die and he was left with a decision.  Either stay here in this depraved state, covered in flies and filth, or pick himself up (somehow, he had no idea how) and get moving.  He blanched as he opened his eyes and saw again the grotesque monster in front of him, with still more of it stuck inside that fucking tube.  It bowed downward, sagging under its immense weight.  More than three feet of it was hanging out of the tube and yet that wasn’t all of it.  His sensation had almost completely returned by then and he knew now that there still a lot more of it stuck inside the tube.

How much more?  Three feet?

Three fucking feet to go and three already sagging out.

Six feet.  

At least.

Six fucking feet.

That’s how long his fucking cock had grown.

And almost a foot in diameter.

Shit.

Did anything besides a whale have a cock that huge?

Guys didn’t, that was for sure.

Riley vaguely remembered giggling in his bio class when they had covered tropical diseases.  There had been a photo of a man in Africa with Elephantiasis of the balls.  The freak had to wheel them around in front of him in a fucking cart.  He’d laughed at the freaky picture but now it didn’t seem so funny.  

Now it was all too fucking real.

Is that what he was going to have to do?  Wheel his cock around in front of him for the rest of his life?  Like that fucking freak in Africa?  He couldn’t do it.  He wasn’t going to be a big freak.  He wasn’t a freak.  He was a fucking stud!  He was a fucking soccer stud!  Everyone envied him.  Everyone wanted to be him!  He was a fucking god!

Except he wasn’t anymore.

He hung his head, unable to keep looking at his cursed cock.  That was it was: A fucking curse.  He was cursed.  He was a fucking freak.

After a lot more hesitation, he finally decided to free the rest of his obscenely huge member from the contraption.  He continued to work himself backwards, farther and farther away from the fucking tube, feeling sick as foot after foot of his monstrous cock pulled out.  When his grossly exaggerated cockhead finally came out with a loud pop, it fell to the floor with a heavy thud and Riley yelped.  It might be big but it was fucking sensitive!

Shit!  Even lying on the floor was too much.  He had to get it off the ground!  But how?

He looked around, wildly.  There wasn’t anything that he could put it in or on.  What the fuck was he going to do?  He couldn’t leave it lying on the ground.  Fuck, it hurt like hell!

Fighting back tears of humiliation, Riley realized he didn’t have any choice but to pick it up.  Shit, could he even lift it? Wobbling, he managed to get unsteadily on his feet.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god

He was forced to keep his legs extra wide to give his giant cock room.  Every movement sent jolts of sensation rocketing through his body, making him shiver.  Shit, it was fucking sensitive!  And it was fucking heavy!  Holy fucking shit, it weighed a fucking ton.  Just standing took pretty much all of his rapidly waning energy as the monstrous weight dragged him down.

He made himself look at it.  The really disturbing thing is that it looked pretty much like his old cock, just super-sized and bloated.  The skin was pink and a little puffy…but healthy.  The part that had been free of the tube for the longest, looked fresh, nubile, unblemished.  Thick veins pulsed along its incredible length.  The foreskin…shit, more than a foot of it spread out off the head, mopping the straw on the floor.  Beneath the skin, he could see the jutting ridge of the glans head, bigger around than a fucking helmet.  It was so fucking huge that it was repulsive.  Fuck fuck fuck.

The sensitivity was an issue because even the slightest movement or vibration felt incredibly pleasurable.  As he stood there, even though he fought it, he could feel himself getting turned on.  Shit, he hadn’t even thought about that.  What would happen to it when he got aroused?  Would it actually get hard?  He doubted there was enough blood in his body to sustain an erection.

An erection?

Riley had to catch himself as he started to sag down.  He had been so focused on the freaky size of his cock that he hadn’t even thought about what it meant for his sex life.

Shuddering, he fell back down heavily into the chair, hating the waves of pleasure this action caused as his cock was pulled backward across the floor.  Shit, it was too fucking sensitive!

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

No, the worst thing was that he would never be able to fuck with his tool again.  It was so fucking huge that it was useless.  Not only could he probably never get hard again, but he definitely would never be able to have sex.  There was not a vagina big enough for a cock that size to fit into.  Not only was he now a social outcast who could never go anywhere in public without being a sideshow attraction but he would also never be able to attract a woman with this…disgusting appendage.  He was fucking ruined.  Here he was, only twenty-one and already fucking ruined for the rest of his life.  It was not fair.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

Despite his hopeless mood, his cock was throbbing insistently.  He peeled his hands back from his face and stared at it.  He was getting turned on but there was no outward evidence of this in his cock.  It looked just as sagging and heavy as ever.  What had he expected?  That it would somehow defy all the laws of physics and biology and lift off the floor?  He scowled at it.  No, those days were now gone.  He would never know what it was like to have an erection again.  Or what it was like to stick his throbbing tool in a hot pussy.

In despair he looked away but not before he noticed the huge puddle pooling around the “tip” of his cock on the floor in front of him.  It took him a moment before he realized what it was and then he recoiled.  It was fucking leaking precum all over the fucking place!  Yuck!  So that was how his arousal showed?  By leaking a gallon of pre?  He wanted to vomit.

It was getting dark before Riley finally steeled himself for what he knew he had to do.  Standing unsteadily, he hefted the monster up in his arms and slung it over his shoulder.  It was so fucking heavy that he could barely lift it and it flopped like a big sand bag across his chest and on his neck.  As sensitive as it was, the movement and skin-to-skin contact made his knees go weak and he teetered there, feeling a long rope of precum dribble out of it, sliding down his back and onto his ass.

Fucking gross!  This was the fucking gross.  His cock was gross.  And if he felt that way about it, he didn’t even want to think about what anyone else would think.  He was fucking doomed.  He may as well give up now.

But he didn’t give up.

He struggled away from the chair, laboring and sweating (and moaning from the ecstasy that every subtle movement elicited as his cock shifted with each exaggerated step), he finally made it to the big water trough in the barnyard just outside of the open door.  He stood there for a moment, trying to keep hold of his mutated cock but it kept slipping.  Somehow, the entire shaft had become coated with precum and the nasty stuff was slick.  Taking a deep breath, he let go and his cock splashed unceremoniously in the trough.  He cried out because the water was cold.  Shit!  He hadn’t thought about that!  It was like skinny dipping in a cold lake when the water hit his package only far more shocking.  Something wet hit his chin as he gasped and he stood there in a daze before he realized his thick tongue was hanging out of his mouth.

It was still just a big and fat and long as ever.

Shit, what the fuck?  How could things get any worse?  So he had a freaky long tongue and a freaky long cock now?  With effort he managed to pull it back in his mouth but, shit, the beastly thing was huge and kept wanting to fall out again.  What the fucking hell?

He couldn’t think about this now.

He just had to get clean.

With extreme difficulty, he managed to climb into the trough and sink in, his absurdly huge member pulling him down.  It was crowded in there with his cock and the slipping and sliding only served to arouse him again despite the bracingly chill water.  Somehow, though, he managed to ignore it and focused instead on scrubbing the filth off his body.  He was so covered with grime that it took a long time to clean up and he could get only so clean without soap.  The water was a putrid brown color when he dragged himself out of it.  He stared down at it with revulsion.  It smelled like a cesspool.  He fucking smelled like a cesspool.  Shit.  Yeah, that’s what he smelled like.  He shuddered, fighting back the wave of revulsion that threatened to overwhelm him.

He thought seriously about drowning himself. He didn’t have the strength to face his life now that he was…a permanent freak.  Death would be better, right?  But the thought of drowning in filthy water was even less appealing at that moment than living like this.  He decided to wait.  Death could come later.  Or maybe he wouldn’t have to think about it if there was a way to reverse this…damage that had been inflicted on him.  Doctors could work miracles these days, right?  They would be able to figure out how to fix it.  They had to.

But that meant that he had to get to a doctor.  And that meant he had to go out in public like…this.  His shoulders sagged.  Awkwardly dragging his cock behind him, he trudged back to the barn.  God, that thing had to weigh a hundred pounds!  His heart was pounding after just a few steps. How was he ever going to do this?  How could he live like this?

He was struggling inside the barn again when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye and turned.

And froze.

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!!!???

It was a mirror.

A mirror that gave Riley his first full view of himself.

He didn’t like what he saw.  And it wasn’t just the mutated cock that made him look like a freak.

There was also what had become of his face.

His face.

HIS FACE!!!

He gaped, dropping his cock so that it tumbled like a sack of cement onto the straw-covered floor.  He didn’t notice, though.  He was too appalled at his reflection.

What the fuck had the dude done to his face?

His features were so distorted, so cruelly abused that there was no trace of his former charming good lucks.  No, no one would ever call him charming again.  Or handsome.  Or even normal or average.  The ugly face staring back at him looked more like a horse than a human.  Wide, flat teeth protruded from fat lips that were too red, too thick.  His former button nose was flat and wide.  His eyes seemed both farther apart and buggy.  And those ears.  Shit, those fucking ears were the biggest, floppiest ears he’d ever seen – on a person.  He fucking had elephant ears!  

How…?

What?

Then it hit him.

The bridle.

The fucking bridle.

Riley wanted to look away but couldn’t.  He stared at his reflection, trying to find anything about his face that was recognizable.

But there wasn’t.

Even his eyes were different.

There was nothing.

Nothing left of him.

He was fucking destroyed.

His gaze traveled down his body and landed on the behemoth sagging between his legs and he fell to his knees.

He fell to his knees and cried.

His life was over.

He was fucking over.




***



Chapter 5 (Riley)

The sun in his face woke Riley.  He moaned and tried to turn over but he was pinned down by something heavy lying on his chest.  Shit! It was hard to breathe.

Eyes fluttering open, Riley felt his stomach fall as he took in his new reality.  Asleep, he’d forgotten about his fucked up, cursed cock.  Awake, it was all too real.

He tried to say, “Shit” but his tongue wouldn’t cooperate. It was hanging out of his mouth, wetly tickling his ear.

“Ffffth,” was the only sound that came out.

He closed his eyes, trying to draw his mutant tongue back into his mouth. Flies were crawling on it and there were bits of grass and dirt stuck to it.

Fuck! He thought, weakly spitting out the pieces of flotsam that had accumulated on it as he’d slept. Fuck, fuck fuck!  He had to fight back tears.  He never cried but he was so weak and hungry and dirty and overwhelmed and dehydrated that he couldn’t stop himself.  Letting loose, he sobbed like a little baby.  He was pathetic! He was a fucking disgusting, fucked up mess and a monster! He couldn’t live like this.

He couldn’t live like this.

A doctor.

A doctor.

He had to find one who could help him.

It was his only chance.  Otherwise, he might as well just give up.  He life was worthless like this.  Shit, how the fuck could this have happened to him?

He lay there, feeling the slimy weight of his cock crushing him and watching the flies land on him in swarms.  He stank. He smelled worse than a fucking barn!  He was about to close his eyes when he heard the sound of voices and froze.

Shit!  Where was he?  Forcing himself up on his elbows, he looked wildly around.  He was lying on the edge of a trail.  Thick grass and trees were on either side.

Where was he?

Wait.

He knew this place.

He was lying next to the campus running trail.

He was still on the grounds of Marshall State!

But how?

He didn’t have time to think, though. The voices–men’s voices by the sound of it–were getting closer.  He had to move if he was going to avoid being spotted.  Grunting, he pushed himself up and grimaced.  His whole body was sore and his gigantic cock was a dead weight.  Did he even have the strength to move?

Straining with effort and feeling like he was going to throw up, he struggled to his feet and slung his enormous appendage over his shoulder where it hung down limply, flopping against his back.

He just barely managed to stagger into the thick weeds as a group of runners came around the bend.  He sank down into the weeds, collapsing, completely spent.  Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to position himself and ended up lying on top of his cock. It was excruciating! Christ, why was it so fucking sensitive? Even the slightest touch was enough to make him cringe..

The runners drew closer; he could feel the impact of their steps on the ground and had to bite his tongue because even this slight vibration was enough to send little spasms of pleasure through his body. His cock magnified every movement.  He heard a gurgling sound and then winced in disgust as a thick wad of precum belched out of the sloppy folds of his fleshy foreskin.

Gross!

But he couldn’t think about it right then. He had to focus on staying hidden.  He couldn’t risk being seen by anyone.  Not like this.  He had to stay hidden!

The runners were just about past when he heard one of them call out.

“Hey! Do you guys smell that?  What the fuck is that?”

Riley’s heart fell. He knew all too well what that smell was and where it was coming from.  Shit! He thought. Shit shit shit!

From his vantage point, he couldn’t see much more than snatches of bare legs and red.  Red running shorts.

Red running shorts.

His heart fell.

The Marshall State soccer team–his team–wore red running shorts and they ran the trails every morning during the week before practice.

These were his teammates.

Former teammates, he reminded himself.

What were the fucking odds?

He hunched down as deeply as possible in the grass but his cock was so thick underneath him that he couldn’t reposition it without drawing attention to himself.  He pressed down and stifled a gasp of pain and pleasure.  He could feel every blade of grass touching his enormously swollen member! It fucking tickled and he clenched his ass cheeks together as an involuntary blast of desire pulsed through his body.  There was another gurgle and more precum leaked out.

Shit!

After a minute of silence, he heard the sound of steps retreating and held his breath.

Whew!  That had been too close!  He was starting to relax when he heard a  startled exclamation behind him.  “What the fuck?!”

This was quickly followed by a loud shout.  “Guys!  Guys!  Come here!  You gotta see this!”

Riley cringed.  He knew that voice.  

It was Garrett Walker, one of the defenders on the team, and a real asshole. He and Riley had hated each other from the beginning.  He struggled haplessly to turn around but was impeded by his cock and ended up falling over onto his side.  As he stared up at the blue sky, Garrett came to stand over him.  His bearded face was red from running. He wrinkled his nose and his mouth contorted with disgust.

“What the unholy fuck are you?”  His tone was harsh, grating.

Riley’s mouth opened to say something and his long tongue flopped out, unfurling like a profane flag.

Garrett crossed his beefy arms and sneered, “Shit! You are one fucking huge freak, aren’t you?” Taking a breath, he gagged before continuing, “And you stink worse than shit, too.”

Riley’s heart fell as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.  Soon, he was surrounded by a sea of legs and all he could do was gape up at the assembled runners.  He knew them all.  He knew them all too well.  The whole team was present with the exception of Jason.

There was a chorus of disgusted grunts as they stared down at him.  It was a hot morning and they were sweaty and shirtless, wearing only shorts and trainers.  He withered under their scrutiny and verbal assault, writhing piteously on the ground, trying in vain to conceal his monstrous cock by pulling it under him.

“Ugh! What the fuck is it?”

“Yuck!”

“Shit, look at that thing! Is that a cock?”

“Holy fucking shit!  I’ve never seen anything like that!  Is that even possible?”

“Fucked up. That’s what it is. Seriously fucked up and disgusting.”

“And that smell!  Ugh.  It reeks!”

Riley closed his eyes and tried to curl up into a tiny ball but wasn’t very successful, due mostly to the fact that his cock was nearly as massive as the rest of him. There simply wasn’t any way to conceal it. And he was completely naked without even a shred of clothing to cover himself.  He was exposed in the worst way beneath the disapproving and lurid stares of his teammates.  He was fucked.  Pure and simple.  Fucked.

It was perhaps inevitable that eventually someone would ask the fateful question but Riley in his state of horrified humiliation was nonetheless caught off guard:

“What should we do with him?”

“Him? You mean it.  That thing isn’t even human.  It’s a fucking animal.”

“It fucking reeks worse than an animal!”

There was a pause followed by a strange grunting sound.  Panting.

Then more grunting.

Riley hazarded a brief look up at his tormentors and saw they were rubbing their eyes and noses, making bestial noises. Why didn’t they just leave him alone?  If he was so disgusting, why did they continue to stand around him?

Garrett was the first to recover. When he took his hands away from his eyes, his gaze was burning with a feral fire that made Riley shrink up in terror.  What the fuck was going on?

The rest of the team continued to struggle as Garrett gave Riley a sinister smile.  Riley cringed and looked away but not before he noticed the bulge tenting out the defender’s tiny shorts.

Fucking shit!  What was going on?

“That fucking smell…”

“Shit, that smell…it’s making me feel weird.”

More grunting.

“God, it’s awful but…”

“Yeah! Awful.”

“Fucking awful.”

One poor guy moaned:  “The smell is doing something to us!  We need to get away from him now!  This is wrong!”

He was ignored, though.  Eventually, Riley’s repulsive odor affected everyone. From a far off corner of his mind, he realized that he could track the effect it was having on them by the way that their voices slowly changed, becoming lower and more guttural.

“Wait!” someone exclaimed.  “Garrett, stop!”

Garrett growled in the back of his throat.  When he spoke, Riley almost didn’t recognize his voice; it was rough and animalistic.  “Ughn, look at that ass.  Shit, I can see his fucking hole winking at me.”

Riley clenched in fear, realizing too late that his contorted position left his ass sticking up in the air. His cock was so huge that it forced his legs wide apart and his cheeks were spread open, leaving his butthole completely exposed.

Before he could rearrange himself, though, he heard a sound that made his heart stop in fear.  It was the unmistakable snap of the elastic band of a pair of shorts against skin.  There was a confused shout followed by a loud grunt.

“Garrett, what are you…” the voice was also low and grunting.  It cut off for a moment before continuing in an even deeper tone, “doing?”

“Shut the fuck up,” came Garrett’s barely recognizable growl.  Every word was pronounced with less enunciation and seemed to require more effort to gasp out. “You know what…I’m doin’.  The…same…thing…yer…gonna..do.”

Someone else snarled, “Fahck yeah!”

Trembling, Riley opened his eyes and wished he hadn’t.  A pair of red shorts slipped down the legs of one of the guys in front of him and settled around his ankles.  As he stared, these were followed by another pair ringing the ankles of the guy next to him. Then another. And another.  Slowly, awkwardly, they kicked the shorts off their feet, flinging them into the grass.

There was a thud and then he felt rough hands grab him around the waist.  He bawled out, screaming.  Someone hit hard across the face. He tasted blood.  He cried out again and someone grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head painfully backward.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

It was Garrett. Even with his distorted, caveman voice, he recognized it.

He screamed again, his fat tongue flopping out. The next moment, though, someone stuffed something in his mouth. It was a pair of nylon running shorts. He choked.

Then his vision exploded as Garrett spit into his hand and, massaging his saliva onto his fat cock, rammed it into Riley’s gaping hole.  He cried out but the shorts stuffed in his mouth muffled the sound.  Once again, he was being taken from behind, used, abused.

Raped.  

His hole was packed full with Garrett’s thick member and he was quickly thrashed raw. Garrett rode him with one hand grabbing his hair and that other slapping him painfully on the ass.  The force of his thrusts was excruciating, not the least because his mutant cock registered every movement. The grinding against the grass was like being rubbed raw with sandpaper and it wasn’t long before tears were pouring down his cheeks.

The tears weren’t just from pain.

No, they were just as much from pleasure.

Raw pleasure.

Demented, polluted, profane bliss.

He knew it well by now.  He’d felt this same perverted desire every day for the last several months when his captor rode him, fucking him senseless every day.

He cried as his hole was violated and Garrett’s sweat dripped down on his back, pooling in the little indentation above his buttocks.  And he was transported to a place of perfect darkness and total humiliation that stripped every trace of his humanity away, wore away every shred of decency until there was nothing left but a harsh, animal wanting. A full-throated desire to be completely spent and destroyed by each one of his teammates.

He wanted to be their slut.

He longed to have every one of their cocks up inside him.

Every single fat cock.

Packed into his aching hole.

Now.

NOW!

He got his wish.

Garrett exploded inside of him and he swore he could feel his hot semen smearing around inside his ass.

It was the amazing.

Fucking amazing.

Riley hung his head as Garrett pulled out, laughing, his cum dribbling out of his hole and sliding down the inside of his thighs.

“Me, next!”

Riley was quivering with shame and excitement.

He couldn’t wait.

He couldn’t fucking wait!

(Oh, fuck, what was wrong with him?)

He didn’t have to wait long.  Another guy settled in behind him, running a rough hand across his leg to wipe up Garrett’s cum. Slathering it over his cock, he rammed his rod inside him.  His cock was even fatter than Garrett’s.

Shit!

Fuck!

Shit!

God!

Then Riley gasped as the shorts were yanked out of his mouth.

He gaped upward as Justin, the goalie, plopped down in front of him, his huge cock bobbing in Riley’s face.

“Suck it, cunt!” Justin ordered, forcing his cock inside his mouth. “And watch the teeth!”  Riley gagged but then shuddered as his mouth took over and he greedily sucked and sucked and sucked. It didn’t take him long to realize that he could use his preternaturally long tongue to transport Justin to new heights of delectation.  While he was sucking his tongue was free to roam.  

It was fucking amazing.

He unrolled it and explored the region under Justin’s balls, slobbering all over his sac.  Then, taking Justin’s nutsac into his gaping mouth, he moved his tongue into the cleft between his legs before finally caressing Justin’s tight hole with the tip.

“Oh. My. God.” Justin puffed, slamming his cock against the back of Riley’s throat. “Shit. Fuck!”  

His unwashed hole tasted strongly of shit and sweat but Riley didn’t care.  He lapped at it, savoring the forbidden flavor.  

And it got even better!

One enterprising team member, feeling left out of the fun, seized the helmet-sized head of Riley’s cock jutting out between Justin’s thighs and rolled back the draping foreskin.  Wait, what?! Riley thought, registering too late what was going on.  Then he choked as the guy positioned his cockhead against his crotch and thrust his pulsing member inside Riley’s freakishly wide piss slit. There was a loud slurping sound as he bucked in and out, Riley’s precum frothing around his cock. Riley gasped, as new and exceptional sensations radiated through his mammoth sheath.

He was being fucked in his piss slit!

What the fucking hell?!

But, shit, shit shit! It felt great.

He had succeeded in achieving the dubious honor of being fucked in three orifices simultaneously.

This was a new low.

Or was it a high?

He was so overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through him that he didn’t know and, honestly, didn’t even care.

He was just a hole to be used.  Holes to be used, he corrected himself.

He was a hole.

A fuckhole.

***

He was raped over and over and over, often by three or even four guys at once, stretching his various holes out more and more.  He lost track but he guessed that each guy must have used him a few times before they finally grew tired and collapsed in a groaning, heaving heap around him on grass that was slippery with spent cum. Garrett’s lay closest to him, a glazed look in his eyes.  His face was flushed and sweat trickled down his forehead. Riley’s distorted member lay heavy and coated with slime between them, cum still leaking out of it.

Garrett leaned in and planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth. “Shit, bitch, I can taste my guys’ cum on you!” he exclaimed. “You’re one fucked up, freaky slut, you know?”

Riley couldn’t reply but opened his mouth to lick his face thickly with his tongue, running it across his teeth, over his lips, and up his hairy cheeks.

Garrett smirked, his brown eyes shining with malice.  “I think we’ve found us a new pet, guys.”

“Let’s take him to his new home.”


***

Chapter 6 (Jason)

“Cody,” Jason whispered, his voice trembling, “I don’t know how to do this.”

Cody’s mouth quirked, his blue eyes twinkling.  “Ok, so this is the way it works…” he rolled over onto his hands and knees on the bed, pointing his muscular ass at Jason.  “You take that big, black cock of yours and ram it inside of me here,” he said, pointing to his hole, “and then fuck me until we cum.”

Jason’s neck turned red and he looked down at the monstrous cock bobbing between his legs.  Shit, it was really black!  His new, alien foreskin was so long only the very tip of his cockhead was visible even though he was fully erect.  And, fuck, was he ever erect!  He’d been big before but this cock had to be at least a foot long and more than twice as big around.  Even the shape of his cock had changed; his old cock had been basically the same girth from base to head but this one got even fatter in the middle than it was at the base. It was a fucking club!

He sighed.  Nothing about his body was familiar to him.  He felt like he had woken up in another guy’s body.  A guy with dark skin, a fat cock, and unnaturally bulging muscles.  Who was he?  He shook his head; he didn’t even know anymore.  And why was he so turned on by guys?  None of this made sense.

“I…I can’t,” he said finally, awkwardly climbing off of Cody’s bed.  His huge legs swung down heavily, unwieldy and ungainly.  He used to have killer legs!  They were so long and perfectly muscled.  These…things were ugly and bloated in comparison.  He put his head in his hands.  Even his head felt too big…and what was up with his hair?  It was so thick!  He shuddered. He didn’t have the inner fortitude to look at himself in the mirror yet.

There was a pause and then Cody climbed over to sit next him; they were naked, thigh to thigh.  He put his arm around Jason’s shoulder and pulled him close.  Jason tried to pull away but Cody held him tightly.  He reached over with his other hand and gently enfolded Jason’s still throbbing cock in his fingers.  Jason shivered but didn’t try to stop him.

“Jacinto,” Cody murmured, “I want you.  I really want you.”  He started to jack Jason’s cock slowly, causing Jason to gasp.  His cock was so sensitive!  “And,” he continued, “I’m not João.  I’m not just going to fuck and forget you.”

“I…” Jason started to say but Cody silenced him with a kiss.  Their mouths came together, Jason tasting Cody.  Shit, his mouth tasted deliciously of gunmetal and smoke.  In one smooth motion, Cody glided onto Jason’s lap and curled his legs around his midsection.  His soft, juicy lips parted, his tongue exploring Jason’s.  Jason moaned, feeling Cody’s beard rub against his face.  He’d never imagined that a guy’s mouth could be so crazy fun to taste.

He was just getting into kissing when Cody reached back and gripped his cock, slid back the foreskin, and guided Jason’s exposed cockhead to his hole.  Jason gasped, partly out of desire and partly out of horror.  What the fuck was he doing?  His cock was pressing against another guy’s hole!  Shit shit shit! But, Christ, it felt so good.

Cody giggled, making Jason smile.

“You are hung like a fucking beast!” he sighed, settling down on Jason’s throbbing cock.  Jason writhed with pleasure as Cody worked back and forth.  “It’s a good thing your hose is so leaky, your precum is better than any lubricant!”  Jason gasped as he felt his cock start to push into Cody’s open hole.

The next moment he growled in frustration, though, as Cody pulled back.  “But…we really need to use a condom,” he explained. “I don’t know where that thing of yours has been.”

Condoms?  He hadn’t thought about that! He and Chelsea had never used them; they had been tested and were committed to each other.  As much he loved to flirt with other girls, Chelsea was the one for him.  Or…was she?  He shook his head.  Nothing made sense.

While he was preoccupied with these thoughts, Cody was reaching over to his bedside to grab condoms and lube.  He climbed off Jason, ripped open a condom, and had started to roll it on before Jason registered what he was doing.  “Good thing I keep some extra-large ones on hand!” he remarked before adding sheepishly, “Not that I’m a size queen or anything…”

Jason stiffened as Cody peeled back the ample folds of his “new” foreskin again and worked the condom on.  Even with an extra-large, it was still a struggle to get it over his fat cockhead.  God, would he ever get used to the way his dick had changed?  It was so fucking alien and hefty.  There was no way a white guy could possibly have a cock that big.  If he could even be considered a white guy anymore…

“There!” Cody said brightly after he’d managed to get the latex mostly pulled down.  “Now, let’s get that thing lubed up.”  He squirted a handful of lotion into his palm and rubbed his hands together before moving down to smooth them over Jason’s engorged shaft.  Jason flinched at the cold but didn’t resist; he was too busy admiring Cody’s body.

Shit, the dude was a fucking muscle beast and yet moved with such lithe grace.  No wonder he was a fucking quarterback!  Jason could only imagine the way he danced on the field.  But there was so much more to him than his well-muscled body.  He had an open and expressive face that was alive with feeling. At the moment, the tip of his tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth and he had an adorable look of focused concentration as he applied the lube to Jason’s cock.  He caught Jason staring at him then and a radiant, boyish smile spread across his face.

“Hey,” he said in a low voice.  “Have I told you how beautiful you are lately?”

Jason swallowed a lump in the back of his throat and felt himself melt into Cody’s soft blue eyes.  He couldn’t remember if anyone had ever told him that he was beautiful before. Certainly no man had ever done so.  He looked down, suddenly shy.

Cody took a step forward and gently took Jason’s chin in his hand.  Jason’s gaze flashed up and he lost himself again in those big, expressive eyes.  Cody’s face was serious but it was also shining with happiness.  “Hey, Jaci, is this your first time?”

Jason shook his head no but then choked out, “Uh, with a guy.”  His voice sounded weird and it was a struggle to find words for some reason.  It almost sounded like he was speaking with a foreign accent, but how was that possible?  He was American through and through.

“I see,” Cody murmured, giving him quirky smile.  “I get to break you in then.  Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

Their mouths came together and they kissed again, tenderly yet passionately.  Cody wrapped his meaty arms tightly around his neck and settled slowly back onto his lap while expertly positioning his ass so that Jason’s lubed-up cock was pressing against his hole.  He pushed his tongue deeply into Jason’s mouth while simultaneously pushing Jason’s cock inside him.  Jason’s vision exploded. A shot of pure pleasure rocketed up this spine as Cody’s tight sphincter parted around his cockhead.  Shit, it almost hurt!  But then Cody relaxed and his hole opened up around Jason and he slid all the way inside.  Both studs groaned at the same time.

“Shit, dude, your cock is the biggest I’ve ever had!  You’re gonna split me in two!” Cody managed to gasp finally.  Jason smiled and bucked his hips forward, driving his shaft in deeper.  Cody actually screamed aloud in ecstasy.  They both burst out laughing.

“You’re so tight!”

“I won’t be after you’re done raping me.”

Cody’s smaller but still significant cock was rubbing up and down against Jason’s soft belly and, with sudden inspiration, he pulled back, gathered a wad of spit in his mouth, and let it drip down onto Cody’s dick.  His hand closed around his buddy’s shaft and he had to shake his head.  He was holding another guy’s erect cock in his hand!

“Ungh,” Cody moaned.  At least Jason didn’t have to wonder what to do; he knew exactly how to jack a cock.  Soon Cody was writhing on top of him as he timed his pelvic thrusts with his stroking of the hot cock pulsing in his hand.  Cody was probably about average in size, but, shit, his cock fit perfectly in Jason’s big hand; he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.  He really got into it.  This was so much more fun than fucking a chick!  Why couldn’t girls have cocks instead?  Playing with a cock was so much better than messing around with a vagina.

“Shit, dude, careful!  I’m gonna cum!”

Jason eased up and leaned down, trying to see if he could fuck Cody and suck him at the same time.  He had to lift the groaning quarterback by placing his hands under Cody’s butt cheeks, but his new, huge cock was plenty long enough to still bury itself in his hot hole.  He grinned to himself as he realized that he never would have been able to do this before.  And then flushed a little: He never would have even thought about doing this before…today.  Shit, what the fuck had happened to him?  He would have worried more about but just then Cody clenched, causing Jason to gasp and all thoughts about what he might have done in the past disappeared.

Shit!  This is fucking incredible!  Dudes might not have the anatomy to tighten around the full shaft like a woman but Cody made up for this with the savage grip of his sphincter.  Fuck!  Now Jason was on a verge of cumming.

“Easy, easy,” he managed to stammer and Cody loosened up a little just as Jason lowered his mouth around the head of his cock.  Jesus!  Now he was both fucking a dude’s asshole and sucking his cock at the same time!  How much gayer could he get?

He didn’t have time to care, though.  Nothing had prepared him for the taste of cock and he lost himself in the delirious pleasure.  Cody was dribbling pre in his mouth and it was salty and bitter and…some other flavor.  What was it?

“Umami,” Cody breathed before his voice was lost in a long moan.

“Huh?”

Cody’s breath was ragged and it took him a long time to answer but finally he was able to gasp, “Umami.  That’s the flavor of cum.  The fifth basic flavor.”

How the fuck did Cody know that?  And how did he know that Jason was wondering at that moment about the flavor of jizz?  Umami?  What the fuck?

Cody’s fingernails dug painfully into his back at that moment, distracting him.

“Hold on…”  Cody let out a loud cry and a little spurt of cum filled Jason’s mouth.  Shit, the dude was getting ready to shoot!  As hot as that was, Jason forced himself to slow down his thrusts.  Cody was dripping with sweat.  Hot droplets ran down his torso and seeped between his ample ass cheeks and Jason’s hands.  Cody moaned again, leaning back and closing his eyes.

Jason took the opportunity to thrust his cock as far up his asshole as possible before stopping and squeezing his groin muscles, teasing Cody with the little pulsing throbs.  At the same time, he leaned in and discovered that he could take almost all of his cock in his mouth at once.  Cody shook his head, tossing sweat around the room.  His shoulders and chest were pink from exertion and arousal.

“Dude, I’m ready when you are.”  Cody’s body had started shaking and the trembling of his ass around Jason’s cock was driving him wild.  He was getting close to shooting, too.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from Cody’s cock, letting it flop out of his mouth.  He lowered Cody down, settling his amazing ass on his lap, allowing his roommate to control the thrusts.  Cody pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, moving slowly back and forth, grunting as Jason’s fat cock pushed deeper and deeper inside of him.  Jason’s breathing was ragged and he felt himself begin to spasm.  It wasn’t going to be long now…

He opened his mouth to moan and then closed it as Cody sprayed cum all over his chest and face.  Shit, the dude could really shoot!  It was so fucking hot!  Immediately, he lost it and felt his cock spasming in Cody’s tight hole.

Holy fuck!  It was the most fucking intense orgasm he’d ever had.  As a his vision cleared, he heard an animalistic grunting and realized it was coming from him.  He was bawling like a fucking bull as his hips bucked forward and he pumped his load into Cody’s ass.

Finally, Cody fell backward on the bed and there was a slurping sound as Jason’s cock parted from his lubed-up hole. Jason pulled himself up and collapsed on top of his roommate, savoring the slimy feeling of their sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.  He positioned his still erect cock between Cody’s thighs and teased him with some little thrusts.

“Shit, dude! That big cock of yours!  I wish I could have it up inside me all the time!”

Jason smiled proudly. Before he realized that uttering the words meant he was saying goodbye forever to his heterosexuality, he pronounced exuberantly, “I love fucking your hot hole!”

Cody gave him a funny, confused smile.  “I’m so glad I have my Brazilian language tutorial tomorrow because right now I can barely get half of what you say.”  

Jason must have looked really perplexed because he laughed, pulling his head down to kiss him.  

“Don’t worry, big guy!  Our bodies speak the same language.”

***

João pounded on their door the next morning at eight o’clock.  Cody moaned and turned over, cuddling up next to Jason,  but the pounding continued. Finally, Jason stumbled to the door, yanking it open, shouting irritably, “What the fuck? It’s Sunday morning!”

João stopped mid-pound and stared at Jason for a moment before his face went dark.  He craned his neck to see behind him into the dorm room.  Cody was lying naked on Jason’s bed. The other bed was made up, clearly unslept in.  His eyes narrowed and he lips fixed in a scowl.

Belatedly, Jason realized his was standing there butt-naked, his big cock hanging out in front of him half-erect. He’d been spooning Cody, trying to get him in the mood for another go. He just couldn’t keep his cock away from Cody’s ass!  He let his hands fall in front of his package but it was so big it still dangled down, brushing his thighs.

He swallowed, unable to maintain eye contact with João.  Why did he feel like he had done something wrong?

“We have weight training in a half hour,” João announced in a cold voice. “Get your ass down there now.”  He turned and slammed the door behind him.

Why is he so pissed? Jason wondered.

He turned to look back at the bed. Cody was snoring lightly, an angelic expression of repose on his handsome face.  God, he just wanted to cuddle up next to him and fuck him senseless!

After struggling with his conscience, Jason reluctantly decided to join João for weight training.  His muscles really could use a good lift (Where had that thought come from?  He didn’t lift! …Or did he?) and he didn’t want his friend to be mad at him.  He would go and lift and reassure João. Yeah, that was what he would do.

He fumbled around in his dresser, finding a baggy pair of gym shorts and a tank before slipping on his trainers. He should really have worn a jock but he kind of liked going commando.  It was awesome feeling his cock and big, floppy nuts slap against his legs with every step.  He suspected that João would like it, too.

João’s characteristic good humor had returned by the time Jason showed up in the weight room in the basement of the dorm.  He’d run into Caleb on the way downstairs and the two of them had walked together.  Jason liked Caleb, though the big jock seemed to have a lot of trouble understanding him.  It was weird. Jason was talking like he always did but João was the only one who got what he was saying.  He was relieved when they walked in and the huge Brazilian gave him a wide smile.

“Ready to lift, dude?  We’ll get those muscles built up in no time!”

Jason flexed his arms, feeling his biceps pop.  They already felt pretty massive and he stared down at them in disbelief.  His arms were easily three times bigger than normal.  How the fuck was that possible?  He saw his reflection out of the corner of his eye and stared.

Shit!

No fucking way!

Holy fuck!

That couldn’t be him!

Could it?

The man staring back at him in the mirror was big, beefy, and dark-skinned.  His wide chest was loaded with muscles straining to bust out of his tight tank top.  And his face.

His face!

Shit!

He didn’t recognize himself.  His formerly fine, aquiline features had become big and blocky. His button nose had grown broad and flat.  His lips were thick and sensuous.  His eyes were wide set and dark brown, rather than clear blue.  His formerly straight, blond hair was thick and wavy, almost kinky.  He had a rugged, lantern jaw and a cleft chin that were covered with a couple days of stubble.  His skin was deep chestnut brown, far darker than he could have achieved had he baked in the sun for days.  Yet his complexion was clear and his skin glowed with health.  Overall, he had the toughened look of a real macho dude; however, as he stared and blinked, he realized that his gaze had an innocent, inviting quality that softened the effect.

Who was he?

Who had he become?

And how was any of this possible?

He realized belatedly that he was trembling.

“Did you forget what you look like, Jaci?” João’s tone was teasing.

Jason flushed and noticed that Caleb was watching him with a funny expression.  What was it?  Longing?  He straightened up and turned away from the mirror, trying to get his hands to stop shaking.

How could this have happened to him?

People didn’t just suddenly change race and grow muscle overnight?

Did they?

Yet, what other explanation was there?

His head was cloudy from lack of sleep and he shook it, trying to wrap his brain around what was happening to him.

João was watching him with an amused expression.  “Come on, buddy.  Lifting with help wake you up. You just need a little time with the guys on a Sunday morning.”

Yeah, guy time.  That’s what he needed.  He didn’t understand what was happening to him but he realized looking up at João that he didn’t need to.  João was his friend. João would take care of him.  He could trust him.  Jason sighed and walked over to the rack of free weights in the corner.

“No, Jaci.  I’ve changed the game plan this morning.  You’re going to do quads, hamstrings,  and glutes.  Come here.”

Jason looked up at him and noted that João had a stern look on his face.  He was reminded of the big guy’s anger back in the dorm room and didn’t want to risk upsetting him again. João motioned with his head and Jason obediently took up position in the Smith Machine while João stacked weights on.

“Whoa, dude!” he exclaimed after João piled on four forty-five pound weights on each side. “That’s too many!  I can’t lift that much weight!”

João gave him a sly look. “Well, not before you warm up at least.  Come here.”  He lifted a bar out of a stand on the floor nearby and, slapping a pad on the center, placed it on Jason’s shoulders.  “Give me fifteen reps and make sure you go down all the way.  No cheating!”

Jason nodded and squatted down, keenly aware of João’s scrutiny. The big guy corrected his form a few times, putting his palm on his lower back and pressing in. Jason’s shirt rode up his back and João’s hand was hot on his skin.

“All the way down, bud. All the way down.  You got better range than that.”

Jason pushed himself but it wasn’t until João stood behind him and held his hips in his beefy hands and squatted down with him that he was able to get down deep.  João made a sound of approval in the back of his throat and, reaching down to pat him on the butt, said, “Yeah, that’s right. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”  Jason beamed.

João stuck the bar on a rack next to the Smith Machine and placed a couple forty-fives on it. He did a funny bow then and motioned elegantly with his hand as he straightened up.  Jason laughed and stuck his neck under the bar before standing up. He did another set of fifteen reps with João behind him the whole time, holding him steady. The last few squats, he worked his hands under the waistband of Jason’s shorts and squeezed his ass cheeks.  Jason flushed, nearly losing his balance.

“Careful, big guy!” João chastised.  “Focus!”

Jason grimaced, noticing that Caleb was watching them with an unhappy expression.  He coughed and tried to extricate himself from João’s grasp but the big jock was not going to let go of him so easily.

They moved over the Smith Machine, Jason staring at the big stack of weights askance.  “Uh, I…” he started to say but João cut him off.

“You can do it! I know you can!  How else are you going to get that big booty that you need?”

Jason’s eyes met his in the mirror in front of them.  “I need a big booty?”

“Of course! And I’m just the guy to help you get it.” He added with a wink that made Jason blush scarlet,  “You’ll be surprised how much bigger your ass will be after I’m done with it.”

Did he really need a bigger ass?  He shook his head, trying to think straight.  It was weird.  Ever since he woke up this morning, he was having more and more trouble thinking clearly.  It was like his brain was filled with mud. What had he been thinking just now?  Oh, yeah.  His ass. Did he really need a bigger ass?  Wasn’t it fine the way it was?  He had never thought about it but he liked João and he knew that João was smart.  Maybe he should just trust his friend?  Maybe it was better to just let João do the thinking.  Yeah, that was it.  He’d just do whatever João told him to do.

He gave João a big, goofy grin, wiggling his hips a little.  Maybe it was his imagination but his butt felt different, heavier or something, and he’d only just been warming up.

“That’s my boy!  Give me everything you got!”

Jason nodded. It felt so good to be praised!  He took a deep breath and pushed up, taking the full stack of weights on his shoulders and rotating the catch so the bar was free to move up and down.  He pounded out fifteen reps like it was nothing. At the end, he clicked the safety back in place and smiled proudly.

“Wow. You’re a fucking natural at this!” João’s eyes were wide and he had a funny expression on his face.  Jason knew he should know what that expression meant but he couldn’t figure it out right then; it just took too much effort. João slapped him hard on the ass, causing him to yelp. The weight room was beginning to fill up by then and some of the guys looked up, giving them sly smiles.  Jason squared his shoulders and stood up, happy with all the attention.  He was doing really well!

“Here. Let me put on a couple more.” João quickly slipped a weight on each side.  This time, Jason had to work a bit harder but he was still able to lift the stack and get down so deep that his butt nearly touched the floor.  João was practically ecstatic by the time he finished and put another couple forty-five pounders on for him.  

He now was squatting with more than five hundred pounds on his shoulders!  He could feel his ass muscles and quads straining with each rep and it kind of hurt – in a good way.  Unfortunately, he was so preoccupied with the effort and focus of lifting that he didn’t realize that his gym shorts were straining each time he squatted down.  João was holding him firmly by the hips, helping him maintain his form, when they split down the back.  Jason grunted in shock as he felt the cool breeze on his bare ass.  A moment later, his cock sprang free and his huge nuts tumbled out, brushing the floor. He started to lose his balance but João caught him and helped him stand.  Immediately, he reached back, grabbing frantically at the flaps of his shorts, trying to pull them closed.

He was turning to flee the room when João put a firm hand on his shoulder.  “Don’t go. You’re with your friends here.”  Then he laughed at Jason’s look of desperation.  “Really. We’re a team. We’re naked all the time together.”

When Jason continued to balk, João sighed through his nose and reached down to tear his shorts apart in his hands.  The pieces fluttered down, landing in a scant pile at Jason’s feet.

“Dude! Wha…?”  What the fuck was João doing to him? He reached down and clutched his huge package, feeling his shoulders grow hot from embarrassment.  Everyone in the room turned to stare at him.  

There was stunned silence for a moment and then all of the guys started clapping and cheering loudly.

“Alright, Espinosa!”

“Booyah!”

“Dat ass!”

“Baby got back!”

João crossed his arms and gave him a knowing smirk.  “See? You’re a fucking hit, bro! Stop hiding yourself and strut a little, will you?”

Jason gulped, feeling incredibly self-conscious.  This wasn’t normal!  This wasn’t how guys were supposed to behave.

Was it?

Rolling his eyes, João took Jason’s hands and forcibly pulled them apart, holding them down at his sides.  His huge cock bobbed lewdly in front of him and his ass cheeks were on full display behind him.  The tips of his ears flamed hot.

“Step up to the bar and do another set, big guy.” João pushed him forward and he ducked his head back under the bar.  The guys around them went back to lifting, occasionally casting avid looks in their direction.

Jason didn’t like this but didn’t have it in him to oppose João.  His friend was just not someone he could say no to.  He gripped the bar and breathed in, exhaling slowly as he squatted down.  He was keenly aware that his ass cheeks were spreading salaciously with each dip and, to make matters worse, João insisted on making him pause at the bottom of the squat.

“Hold it. Hold it!” he ordered. “You have to hold it to get the maximum effect!”  His hands were cupping Jason’s ass cheeks and he patted them fondly.  Jason tried to rise but João held his hips, keeping him in place for a moment before letting his hands slide down his cheeks.  A finger casually grazed Jason’s hole, causing him to jump. João chuckled.

“You like that, huh?”

Jason didn’t respond but his cock did. To his unending embarrassment, he could feel it begin to plump up.  It was so huge that it didn’t take long before João noticed, too.

“Even better, dude. I was beginning to worry that you didn’t like my hands on you.”

“Ungh.”

“Exactly. Now just let it stand up. A cock like that needs to be seen and admired.”

His cock needed no further encouragement. In a moment, it was standing at half mast, only it’s immense weight kept it from pointing up to the ceiling.  Jason had never been so aroused or so uncomfortable.  Gradually, everyone around them stopped lifting and soon they had formed a circle around him and João, watching them with unconcealed appreciation.  More than a few of the big guys had to reach down at rearrange their junk as they stared.

João ignored them and acted as if nothing had changed.  He took Jason by the shoulders and shook him.  “Come on, dude!  Focus!  Focus!  We have work to do!”

Trembling, Jason turned back to the machine and João slapped on another couple of weights.

“Now squat, dammit!”

***

Jason was drenched in sweat by the time João finally let him stop.  His cock was aching from prolonged arousal and his balls felt like they were about ready to burst.  João’s hands had roamed freely all over his body the whole time he lifted, exploring every little nook. He’d eventually pulled Jason’s tank over his head and tossed it aside, forcing Jason to lift in front of everyone completely naked.  The guys on the team were flushed and glassy-eyed by the end and Jason felt their hungry attention pressing in on him, making it difficult for him to catch his breath.  Caleb was the only guy in the room who was working out; the rest of the team had completely forgotten about lifting weights.

He sighed and turned, feeling something odd…down below.

It was his ass.

Shit, his ass!

It hung behind him, engorged and heavy from the workout he’d given it.  And there was something about it that felt different.  He couldn’t quite figure out what it was.  What had changed? Surreptitiously, he reached back there to touch it and recoiled.  

Shit!  

What the fuck?!  

It was not just fat but…swollen or something. And fucking hot – the skin around his hole radiated heat.  His ass felt like it was all swollen and on fire!

As horrified as he was by the state of his ass, touching it produced quite the opposite response in his crotch.  His cock, already fat and erect, plumped up even further. In fact, it pulsed painfully and, as he cried out and grabbed it, he felt it push out from his grasp.  And at the same moment, the same thing happened to his ass cheeks. He felt them pulse and swell so much that it hurt.

When it was over, neither his cock nor his butt shrank back.

He whimpered, completely freaked out.  None of this was normal.  This should not be happening to him!

“Hey, bro, what’s wrong?” João’s voice was gently questioning. He let his hand fall onto Jason’s ass, causing him to jump.  He quailed as felt his butt pulse and swell up even more.

Whimpering again, he tried frantically to find the right words to answer but nothing came.  He was so out of sorts that he couldn’t even put together a sentence!

“Aw, bro,” João said, completely misinterpreting his anxiety. “You did great out there. The guys loved it!  They fucking love you! I wouldn’t be surprised if they insist that you work out naked from now on.”  He slapped Jason on the ass then, making Jason yelp.  “But don’t worry, you’re my guy and they will have to go through me first.”

Jason made a gurgling sound in the back of his throat, feeling lost and terrified.  João laughed and pulled him in close for a quick hug.  Jason felt his ass pulse again and the burning sensation increased.  He was fucking on fire down there!

João seemed not to notice his discomfort, though.  Instead, he led Jason over to the bank of showers and turned one on.  “It’s time we got you cleaned up,” he said.  “Go get yourself soaped up and I’ll be right back.”

Not knowing what to do, Jason stood there dumbly, trying to resist the urge to grab his ass cheeks and feel how much bigger they had grown in just the last couple of minutes.  His giant cock felt fatter and heavier than ever.  What the fuck was wrong with him?!  What was happening?

João was pulling something out of his locker when he turned and saw Jason still standing there.  “Go ahead, man! I’ll be right there. Then we’ll have some fun getting you ready…”

Ready?  For what?  The questioning look he gave João only made the big jock sigh, his mouth set in a tight line.  He stripped out of his workout clothes and, kicking them aside,  padded over to Jason, his big cock dangling in front of him.  Jason swallowed, staring and struggling to take in João’s magnificent nude body. The next moment, he cried out as he felt the dreaded spasms rocket through his cock and ass again.  His knees felt weak and he had to reach out to clutch the wall to hold himself up.  When the spasms passed, he had trouble standing up straight again.

“Yeah, I know,” João commented wryly. “I often have that effect on men.”  He winked at Jason and held up his hands. He was holding cordless clippers and a razor.  “But don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time for fun after I get you cleaned up. Now bend over and let me shave that ass.”

He was going to…what?

No.

No!

He couldn’t let João shave his butt!  Not right now!  In his present state, he could only guess what would happen when the hot stud started to run the razor over his ass.  Panicking, he backed away from João, holding his hands up.  He’d forgotten that the shower was behind him and flinched as the warm spray hit his back and trickled down his butt.  Even the gentle pressure of the water was enough to make his ass spasm.  Fuck!  Fuck! He jumped and tried to dodge around João as he felt his ass burn hotter and pulse again. He had to get out of there!

João easily caught him in his arms, managing to do so without dropping the clippers or the razor.  “Dude, what is wrong with you? I’m just going to clean you up a bit. You’ve let yourself get way too hairy. I’m not going to let you go until your entire body is shaved smooth.  Now get in there and bend your ass over!”

He wrestled Jason back under the showerhead and Jason felt himself wilt in despair. His ass was fucking ballooning!  He could feel the skin back there stretching tighter and tighter as he got more and more turned on.  What was wrong with him?  There was something wrong!

João laughed, pushing his head down and turning him so his ass was directly under the spray.  A moment later, Jason heard the clippers buzz to life and cringed as they made contact with his tender ass.  It wasn’t long before wads of kinky black hair were washing down his legs and swirling around his feet.

As disorienting as it was to see the strange thick, black hair clogging up the drain (his body hair was blonde not black!), it was the constant, insistent vibration of the clippers on his ass cheeks that made his vision swim and his eyes roll back in his head. Fuck, he could feel his ass growing fatter and fatter!  Soon, the waves of pleasure had overwhelmed him and he nearly lost consciousness.  He could feel his massive cock throbbing and looked down to see ropes of cum oozing out of the folds of his wrinkly foreskin and pooling at his feet along with the clumps of hair.

His hole was the worst.  He almost fell to his knees when João spread his cheeks and ran the clippers in ever tighter circles around his butthole.  When the clippers touched the tender skin of his pucker, he screamed out, partly in pain but mostly in ecstasy.

“Yeah, I know,” João gloated. ”I know how much you like your hole abused, bro. Just wait. Just wait.”

When he was nearly worn out from the delicious torment that João put his ass through, his friend moved on this thighs and calves.  He had to help Jason straighten up, though, because he was shaking so badly and because his body strangely didn’t seem to want to unbend.  He had trouble finding his balance and needed to reach out and steady himself against João. His nerves must be really shot!

João positioned him so he was leaning against the cool tile under the showerhead while he worked on his back and then flipped him around to shave his chest and lower body.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, taking Jason’s cock in his hand and trying to wipe away the thick wads of precum drooling out of it.  As soon as he’d cleaned it up, though, another thick blob would belch out.  He ended up having to pinch off his foreskin with one hand while shaving his balls and pubes with the other.  

Jason shuddered and bit the inside of his cheek, feeling his ass plump up fatter.  João’s hand on his member was almost enough to make him blow.  He watched in horrified fascination as his bunched up foreskin filled up with cum, eventually blowing up like a bloated bladder below João’s grasp. When João stood up and let go of his cock, a huge glob of pent up jizz shot out, splattering them with creamy slime.

João guffawed, slapping him hard on the back.  “You’ve got a fucking fire hose there!  Fucking hot!”  Then he stepped back and, crossing his arms, surveyed Jason’s newly shorn body with pride.  “Smooth as a fucking baby, the way Brazilian men are meant to be!”

Feeling overwhelmed, Jason tried to get a hold of himself.  His head was swimming and his body was lit up with desire.  Confusion, anxiety, happiness, lust, and terror all vied for his attention and he couldn’t decide which one to feel.  His breath came in ragged gasps and his whole body was pulsing with an eldritch energy that was screaming for release.  As if from far away, he watched himself turn to check out his newly shaven skin.

But before he could look down, he caught a glimpse of his backside in the bank of mirrors behind them.

And almost fell over.

Shit!  Holy Shit!

It wasn’t his newly shaven skin that got his attention.

No, it was something much worse.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa!

Working his jaw up and down, he tried to form words, tried to make some sound, any sound to give voice to his horror.

No sound came out.

All he could do is stare at his reflection, his whole body rigid.  His ardent arousal rapidly disappeared and his cock deflated like a punctured balloon as he stared.

And stared.

His ass…

His ass!  Fighting back nausea, he swiveled his hips and gaped at the butt cheeks reflected back at him.

It hadn’t been his imagination.

No, there really was something wrong with him.

With his butt.

His ass cheeks were shining brilliant red and engorged behind him. They were so red and inflated that there was no denying one thing:  They were screaming out for attention.

Attention.

Yeah, attention of one kind only.

Sexual attention.

It was the equivalent of spraypainting “FUCK ME HERE NOW!!!” on his butt.

He closed his eyes, trying desperately to calm himself. This couldn’t be happening.  It wasn’t real. It wasn’t happening.  It wasn’t happening.

What was going on?

How?

He was so overwhelmed that he forgot all about João and didn’t notice that his friend had padded over to his locker and, opening it, pulled something out.

He was distracted and horrified…

He was so…

SNAP!

Jason jumped as something hard and heavy clamped around his cock and balls.  What ?!

His eyes popped open and he stared down at his crotch to see João’s hand lifting away from his member.  A shiny, clear plastic cage was encasing his package.  And it hurt!  It fucking hurt!

In confusion, he stared up at João.  The big jock was watching him with a cold but satisfied smile.  As Jason gawped, João lifted his hand, holding up a little silver key.  “There. That will keep you from cheating on me again. Did you really think that I would forget about you fucking around behind my back last night?”  He shook his head.  “And with that asshole Cody Miller, too.  You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Jason’s mouth hung open. What? What was this contraption that João had put on him?  His brain wasn’t working very well so it took him longer than it should have to understand but he finally got it: João had just locked up his cock and balls in a chastity cage.  And, until he unlocked them, he would not be able to fuck again.  He wouldn’t be able to fuck Cody again. More than that, he wouldn’t be able to cum unless João released him.

Forgetting everything else, all he could do was look down at his package in disbelief. His poor cock and balls were squeezed tightly inside the thick plastic ball, flattened and constricted and aching.  Weakly, he reached down and touched himself, grimacing when he realized he couldn’t feel anything through the heavy plastic. A little pathetic gurgle escaped his mouth before he could stop himself.

How the fuck could João do this to him?  

It was like he thought that he owned Jason!  He’d never even known that they were an item!  

Red hot rage began to fill his chest. He wasn’t João’s private sex toy!  He was a man!  He was a man, dammit!  He tried to straighten up but his butt and thigh muscles were so sore and fatigued that the best he could do was sort of half stand and half crouch, his legs splayed out awkwardly to the side. His arms hung down, almost scraping the floor.  In his hunched over condition, he was unable to look into João’s eyes and instead found himself staring directly into his massively pumped chest.

The big jock was clearly enjoying watching the gears turn slowly in Jason’s head. He stood there, eyes narrowed and mouth set in a sneer for a long time as Jason struggled to make sense of his new situation.  Finally, he reached out to cup the bizarre cage around Jason’s junk in his big hand.

“Don’t worry, dude. You’ll come to enjoy it.” He batted the cage and laughed as this triggered a spasm. “And now I know that I don’t have to worry about you and Cody fucking around.”  

Despite his mounting anger and confusion, Jason felt his cock begin to harden and press against the confines of the cage. Fuck! How could his body betray him like this!  Desperately, he tried to resist the wave of desire that was threatening to wash over him.  The next moment, though, he lost the battle as his ass responded by growing hot and pulsing back to life.  He groaned, causing João to chortle.

“Yeah, for what I’m going to use you for,” he said ominously, “you won’t need your cock anyway.”

With that, he grabbed Jason around the waist and hurled him across the changing room.  Arms gyrating wildly, Jason tried and failed to catch himself before he toppled over the benches in front of the lockers.  He landed heavily on his stomach, sprawled across the bench, ass sticking up in the air.  The plastic cage on his cock knocked against the wooden bench and he bawled out. Gasping for breath, he tried to free himself but found himself pinned down from behind by two heavy hands on his shoulders.

“Perfect position!” João seethed in his ear.  “Now I finally get to fuck that freaky ass of yours!”

Jason’s vision swam as he felt João’s fat finger probe his asshole.  He cried out as it pushed through his virgin sphincter.  João pulled it out and, spitting on it, pushed it back inside Jason’s hole, rotating it around and making him squirm.

“João, please…” he managed to gasp, struggling weakly.  João responded by inserting another finger inside him.

“PLEASE STOP!” he cried out.  He wasn’t ready for this!  He didn’t want this!

There was a long pause during which João’s breathing came ragged in his ear, his sweaty body was smothering him, his fingers were painfully thrust inside him.  As they lay there, Jason felt the big jock begin to shake.  Jason squirmed, a little noise squeaking out of his throat.

Then, surprisingly, João lifted his bulk off of him.

Pulling both fingers out, he stood and held out his hand to help Jason off the bench.  Jason stared at him for a moment before taking it.  His heart was pounding and he felt like he was going pass out.  João’s face was red and he wouldn’t make eye contact, staring instead down at the floor.  He did, however, reach out to steady Jason before helping him to sit down.  Sitting, though, caused an unwelcome flood of sensations and he gritted his teeth as he felt his ass plump up again followed by a reciprocal constriction in the chastity cage.  He stiffened and tried to stand but João settled a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“Jacinto.”

The big jock sat down heavily, his naked thigh pressing warmly against Jason’s.  His body was still shaking.

“I’m…sorry.”

Jason didn’t respond.  What could he say?

“I just want you so bad! And I was so angry when I saw that you fucked Cody last night. I wanted you to myself!”

Jason remained silent and instead stared mutely down at the cage around his package.

João sighed, following his gaze.  “You want me to take it off?”  He held up the key, offering it to Jason.  “Here.  It’s yours.”

Jason took the key and turned it over his hand, staring at it.  He didn’t know what to think, he was in shock and his brain wasn’t working.  He just held the key, watching the light glint off of it.  It was pretty.  And it was more than that.  

It was more than that…

João put a bulky arm over his shoulder.  Jason wanted to resist but didn’t.  Instead, he settled in against the muscular jock. It was hot in the locker room but he felt chilled. He shivered.  João made a soft, soothing sound, holding him close.

“I’m so sorry.” His voice was hoarse, thick. “You’re not my property.  I promise that I will never force you to do anything again.”

Absurdly, Jason had to fight back tears. In a far off part of his mind, he realized he was really fucking overwhelmed and couldn’t make sense of anything.  He need to get out there.  He just had to get out of there.

João seemed to sense this and put his hand on Jason’s knee, causing him to stiffen.  João shook his head, murmuring, “Oh, Jaci, I’m so sorry.  I’ve ruined everything.”  He stood up and, reaching into his locker, pulled out some clothes.  “Here,” he said, handing them to Jason, “Put these on.”

Jason stared at the wad of clothes, unmoving. João gave him an agonized look and seemed like he wanted to say something but instead just set them down on the bench next to him.  Swallowing, he said, “I…I’m going. It’s…better that way.”

He was turning to leave when Jason stopped him. Taking his hand, he pressed the key into it and closed João’s fingers.  João stared at him, a haunted look on his face.  As Jason watched, though, the look changed into an expression of something else entirely.  His eyes gradually lit up with emotions that sent a shiver down Jason’s spine, leaving him feeling unsettled and…eager.  João winked and, straightening his broad shoulders, marched out of the room, letting the door swing shut behind him.


***

Chapter 7 – Riley – Conclusion!

His new home turned out to be his old home.

In the barn.

He awoke rudely, choking on water, after drifting off into a feverish slumber as his former teammates carried him across the fields. They had taken a shortcut through the university’s working farm and, spotting a water trough, decided to take a break and clean up their filthy new charge. Lifting him up high, they heaved him into the icy water. Sputtering and gagging, he fought to the surface, emerging to the sound of crude laughter.

“The fucking bitch should thank us,” Garrett drawled. He leered down at Riley, crossing his muscular arms as Justin appeared by his elbow holding a box of soap. He was, Riley hated to admit, very handsome in a rugged and animalistic sort of way. His thick, auburn beard and the plentiful body hair coating his muscles made him look both sexy and feral. The sight of him made Riley’s skin break out in gooseflesh. Garrett seemed to register his fearful appreciation and stuck out his broad chest, adding, “We’re gonna clean it’s ass up and make it presentable again.”

Riley cast about around frantically, his stomach clenching when he recognized where he was. They had thrown him into the same trough he’d climbed into the evening before after escaping the barn. It had been refilled with clean water but was so frigid that his whole body was screaming with shock. He opened his mouth to bawl out but was startled when his freakishly long tongue flopped out and slapped his chin. He kept forgetting about his tongue! As if it wasn’t bad enough having a cock more than five feet long! The full awareness of his new life as a mutant freak collapsed on top of him and he cried piteously as the guys surrounding him barked in amusement.

“I know what’ll shut it up,” Garrett said as he pulled down the elastic waistband of his shorts to expose the thick base of his cock. “Something to suck on while you guys wash it…”

His huge cock flopped out and he thrust into Riley’s gaping maw, shoving in so violently that he choked. This only served to amuse Garrett and he thrust harder, guttural laughter echoing through the barnyard as the guys got busy scrubbing Riley’s body with brushes so scratchy that he thought they were tearing his skin off. The only way he could get make it through the ordeal was by focusing on licking Garrett’s sweaty, salty hole with his ridiculously long tongue. Unfortunately, this caused the team captain to increase his abuse and soon Riley’s face was planted so firmly against his cum-slathered pubes that he couldn’t breathe.

He passed out.

“Wake up, cabrón!”

Riley cracked an eyelid and immediately wished he hadn’t. The Latino man was back. His jailor, abuser, tormentor, defiler. The Man who had turned him into a freak, ruining his life forever. The trouble was…well, the trouble that he was also the sexiest thing that Riley had ever seen. Black hair trimmed into a sleek, masculine cut and wearing a new pair of cowboy boots, dusty jeans, and a torso-hugging, white shirt, he seemed much bigger than he actually was. Standing next Garrett, the top of The Man’s head barely reached the captain’s shoulders. Size didn’t matter in his case. His potent magnetism and unabashed authority more than made up for his lack of height. Riley flushed when he felt his misbegotten organ convulse and disgorge a thick wad of precum. The Man had that effect on him.

The Man was standing next to Garrett (who was still naked, his erection bobbing in front of him). The two were studying him with narrowed eyes. Something about their expressions made Riley nervous. They were clearly up to no good…

He didn’t have time to dwell on it because Justin and a couple of the other guys grabbed him by the arms, legs, (and cock) and hauled him out of the water. They deposited him on a rough horse blanket at Garrett and the man’s feet and he curled up, pulling his massively inflated cock underneath him in the vain attempt to hide it. After a moment, he stopped with surprise, feeling suddenly hopeful.

His cock was smaller!

It was at least a couple feet shorter than it had been and not nearly as fat. Had the frigid water done that?!

Maybe it was finally shrinking back to normal!

Maybe he would be able to return to a normal life after all!

If that were true, then with some plastic and oral surgery, he might even get back his good looks! His life as a campus stud might still be within reach! All he had to do was escape…but how?

Strategically, he resumed moaning pitifully, pretending to be aggrieved but secretly hoping his antics fooled his captors. If they believed he was so overcome by his predicament, they might get overly confident. They might leave him an opportunity to escape…

“‘The Man’ here and I have been talking,” Garrett announced, pitching his voice loud for the benefit of the whole group. “And the guys and I have volunteered to help him out. We’re gonna take on the farm chores and allow him to focus more attention on our new pet.” This was greeted by a chorus of cheers as Riley’s teammates circled him, each leering down at him, their red shorts tenting ominously. Garrett held up his hand and everyone fell silent. “In return, we’ll get unfettered access to our fuck beast at night. The revolting fucker will never go long without having its holes filled.”

Riley lifted his head and bawled as his tongue flopped ignominiously out of his mouth. This was met by coarse laughter and someone reached down and slapped him painfully on the ass. Garrett was about to continue when he stopped and, squinting, leaned down to examine Riley’s face. Slowly, a light dawned in his eyes and he smiled evilly.

“Hey,” he grunted. “I recognize you now. You’re Riley, aren’t you?” He guffawed, straightening up as a wide sneer split his face. “Jesus, I wondered what happened to you after the coach kicked you off the team.” He paused before throwing more salt on his wounds, “You were such an arrogant prick, strutting around like a cocky rooster. I always fucking hated you. Serves you right what’s happened, you ugly fuck.”

Riley hung his head and tried to suck in his tongue. His whole body began to shake as his former teammates roared with laughter. He cowered beneath them, enduring the onslaught of their derision, as wave after wave of humiliation flowed over him.

What Garrett said next, though, chilled him through and through.

“I didn’t believe Jordan when he told me he’d sold your ass but I guess he wasn’t lying.” He looked over at The Man and elbowed him slyly. “Guess you got your fucking money’s worth, huh?”

The Man nodded, smirking, and kicked Riley hard on the butt with his boot, causing him to yelp. The laughter grew louder and Riley fell apart as despair and humiliation vied for dominance inside him. So, Jason’s roommate, Jordan, had orchestrated his downfall? How could he have done this to him? And why? Why why why why why? What had he done to Jordan to deserve this?

And what happened to Jason?

“My new friend,” Garrett continued, reaching out to drape a heavy arm over The Man’s shoulders, “told me that our pet escaped yesterday while he was away. It seems that it was a test. He wanted to see if it could get out…for an important reason which we’ll get to soon enough.”

“Yeah,” The Man chimed in, his deep voice lilting with a Mexican accent, “I want to thank you guys for catching him. You see, I had to drive down to New Jersey to pick up a new toy.” He stepped back and swept his arm out to indicate the open courtyard of the barn behind them. Everyone swiveled as Riley lifted his head, trying to see past the sea of legs blocking his view. He had a sick sense that he wasn’t going to like The Man’s new ‘toy’.

Silence.

Then a deep, animal roar erupted out of the group of men as they comprehended the function of the ‘toy’. Riley’s heart began to pound and his scrubbed-raw skin prickled. His tongue quivered, hanging down well past his chin as he propped himself up on his elbows and strained to see. Finally, one of the guys stepped out of the way long enough for him to catch a glimpse.

No.

No.

No.

NO!

He fell back down on the blanket and started keening, holding his hands over his huge, floppy ears. He wailed and wailed until Garrett kicked him in the ribs, sending him flying back into the dirt and gravel.

Gathering himself up to his full, impressive height, the captain shouted down at the groveling Riley: “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Freak.”

His voice was pure steel and dripped with such malevolence that Riley choked on his tongue. Surprisingly, it was the team goalie, Justin, who inserted himself between Garrett and Riley. Taking Riley in his arms, he pulled him against his chest as he glared angrily up at his captain.

“Garrett, go fuck yourself! He’s not an animal!”

Garrett took a menacing step forward and would have landed another kick if The Man hadn’t intervened, chiding, “Easy, Loco. We don’t wanna hurt it. It needs to be strong.”

Eyes smoldering, Garrett took a reluctant step backward, clenching and unclenching his fists. Somehow Riley knew that rather than helping him, Justin had just inadvertently made his life far worse. Garrett would wait until they were alone to exact his revenge.

“Let’s hook it up to the toy, eh?” The Man coaxed, raising an eyebrow as he stared down at Riley. “Time for some fun!”

Justin cradled Riley in his lap for a moment, wiping away the dirt from where Garrett had kicked him and lifting him up with the help of a couple of his friends. Riley whimpered and struggled weakly, trying to make himself into a dead weight, trying to do whatever he could to stay away from the awful machine waiting for him in the barn but it was no use. In the end, it took four guys to carry him and, after a brief scuffle, they managed to attach him to the instrument of torture that The Man euphemistically called a toy.

The toy was a bigger version of the cylinder that had inflated his cock to stupendous proportions…with a couple added enhancements. On this machine, the steel cylinder was a lot longer and wider than the old one, measuring easily a dozen feet long and two feet in diameter. Worse, he soon found that its suction was stronger…a lot stronger.

They forced his legs apart and held them wide as Justin and Garrett fed his mutant cock into the tube. He struggled but he was so weak from fatigue and hunger that his attempts were feeble at best. Soon, his shoulders slumped in defeat as the vacuum sucked his cock in with a loud ‘thoop!’ The savage pressure made him grimace in pain as the suction savaged his pubes. Somewhat mercifully, though, there was a thick ring of pliable foam around the rim of the cylinder that mitigated the worst of the pain.

With cold dread, he felt his cock reinflating as he straddled the evil tube. In a few short minutes, he knew his cock had regained its previous immense size and then proceeded to expand further. Starting at the base of his pubes, he could feel his shaft swell and swell and swell until…shit! His eyes bulged with disbelief as he felt the impossible happen. His delicate flesh at the base of his cock actually touched the cold steel of the ridiculously wide cylinder! How could it? How? The tube was more than two feet wide!

At first, only a narrow ring of skin at the base of his organ inflated far enough to fill the cylinder but it quickly grew in size. His poor cock was so sensitive that Riley could all but count the inches as more and more of his precious manhood bloated up, rapidly growing to eclipse the mass of a bull whale’s appendage.

He fell back against the chair, only belatedly realizing that his captors had chained his arms and legs. Head lolling to the side, he stared down at the restraints and groaned. He was fucking doomed.

It got worse.

“Hey, Loco,” The Man called out. “Help me with this, will you?”

Riley lifted his head to stare blearily over at the two men as they pulled something out of a box. His body broke out in a sweat as he read the words ‘Sterile Surgical Silicone: 10 One-Liter bottles’ stenciled on the side of the cardboard.

Silicone?

Were they going to…?

He panicked when he saw Garrett hold up a brown bottle filled with viscous liquid as The Man produced an IV-style bag.

He screamed.

“Shhh,” a voice said next to him and he turned to see Justin standing beside him, a funny expression on his face. He looked both hungry and regretful as he smoothed Riley’s hair back. “You’ll be fine. We’ll take good care of you. We’re just…improving you a bit.”

“Ahwahwah,” Riley gurgled, trying to speak, trying to plead. Justin was the only one who still recognized him as a person, as a human being. If he could just reason with him, just get him to see that what he was doing was wrong, maybe…?

Justin leaned in gave him a kiss on the cheek as he lifted something up and over Riley’s head. Riley had started to relax with the kiss but when he saw what Justin was holding, he howled in terror.

It was a bridle and bit.

And something else.

Time seemed to speed up then as Riley fought to get away. It was no use, of course. Justin fastened the harness around his head and soon the side straps were pulling his ears upward as the bridle pushed his already bucked teeth outward. And, while Riley was distractedly fighting the bit, he snatched his tongue in a firm grip. Riley gasped in alarm as the goalie yanked it into a cold vise. His eyes bugged out as Justin worked a small winch, pulling his tongue inexorably out, out, out. He whimpered, choking on the bit and laboring to breathe. In the end, he conceded defeat as his tongue stretched out further from his face. If he struggled too much, he would pass out. It was easier to just lie there and breathe shallowly, praying for a miracle, praying for a savior, praying for…

“Gargh!”

He tensed, gagging on the bit, at a stabbing pain in his cock. His eyes rolled forward to behold Garrett jamming a needle through hole in the top of the cylinder. At the same time, The Man moved an IV filled with silicone gel into position nearby. Sickened, Riley followed the tube from the IV to Garrett’s needle, the same needle that the team captain was thrusting deep into his inflated shaft. Riley gurgled in agony and despair.

“Ok, dude, let ‘er rip!” Garrett ordered and The Man released a valve at the base of the IV bag. Riley watched in horror as the viscous liquid slowly trickled down the tube. Before it could seep into his flesh, though, Garrett turned the suction of the vacuum down until it was just enough to keep his cock locked in place.

The Man nodded. “Bueno, Loco. We need this to go slow for it to be perfect.”

Riley writhed in the chair, trying to push the cylinder away, but his legs were firmly held in place. He was stuck.

The silicone trickled into the cylinder and he tensed, bracing himself, until…

Fuck!

FUCK!

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

Liquid fire seared through his captive member as the liquid absorbed into his shaft, permanently deforming him, distorting him, turning him into a fucking freak forever.

Forever.

The last rays of hope that he might recapture his life as a big hetero stud dimmed as he watched Garrett pulling out another bottle of silicone. Behind him were another dozen boxes. Dozens and dozens of liters of silicone. Dozens and dozens and…

He fainted.

***

Just as the burning from the silicone had faded, a new, stabbing pain awakened him. Swimming through darkness, Riley opened his eyes to see The Man emptying a syringe into his outstretched tongue. He smiled as he caught Riley staring, saying, “One shot to loosen up the cartilage and another…”  He paused to discard the empty syringe and grab a second, much larger one from a stainless steel table next to him. Holding it up, he winked at Riley’s terror-filled gaze, “to make it grow.” With that, he stabbed the syringe into the back of Riley’s tongue. If the bit hadn’t been blocking his throat, he would have screamed. As it was, though, he could only groan at the searing pain.

Preoccupied with the agony radiating through his tongue, it took him a while to notice the muffled shouts outside the barn. As The Man stepped away, gloating down at him and holding the empty syringe, Riley recognized the voices. It was Garrett and Justin and, from the sound of it, they were in the middle of a heated argument. He strained to hear them but even his big ears (both newly captured in a viselike contraption similar to the one holding his tongue) couldn’t catch their words. Deflating with fatigue, he saw The Man shake his head and felt a thrill ripple through him despite his suffering. The Man was so handsome!

“Que locura,” he murmured. “Que locura, cabrón.” He reached down behind Riley, wriggling his fingers between the plastic seat and his bare skin to tickle his butthole. Riley let out a high-pitched moan that made The Man laugh. “Puto suelto,” he said, grinning as he thrust three fingers inside him. “Muy suelto.”

Riley wilted. He didn’t understand that words but he could decipher the meaning. Despite his humiliation, he squeezed his butthole…or at least tried to. He was too stretched out from the antics of the team to do more than tepidly squeeze.

The Man chuckled and was about to say something else when Justin came into view through the open barn door. He was red-faced, his whole torso flushed, and he was rubbing his jaw. Riley squinted and saw that his chest bore fresh marks. Fist marks.

The two macho jocks had been more than just arguing.

Justin bent over and rested his palms on his knees, laboring to catch his breath. Garrett moved into view, his big, hairy chest protruding and a vicious grin twisting his face. “Pussy Boy!” he spat. “Yer nothin’ but a fuckin’ pussy! I oughta rip your balls off!” Justin’s shoulders hunched and he backed away. His face went pale and Garrett laughed harshly. “That’s right, Pussy Boy! Don’t you ever forget who’s the man around here!”

The Man lifted an eyebrow. He didn’t need to say anything but it was obvious that neither Garrett nor Justin posed a serious challenge to his dominance. He was the undisputed alpha; Garrett and Justin had merely succeeded in duking out the role of beta.

“Garrett,” Justin pleaded, his voice strained. “Please don’t do this to Riley,” he paused while Riley wrestled with the ominous fear this sentence elicited in him. What was Garrett going to do to him? “We’ve ruined him enough!”

Garrett puffed out his chest, spitting, “Shut the fuck up, Pussy Boy! The thing is gonna get it. I’m gonna make sure it stays our pet forever.”

He turned and sneered when he saw that Riley was watching. Sauntering over, he slid the door ominously closed behind him as he and The Man exchanged a knowing look. Riley cowered back in his chair, body and mind screaming with terror.

***

He awoke lying in a bed of straw in a stall near the front of the barn. Evening sunlight streamed through the open door to his left. Curled up next to him was a warm body. He stirred, feeling a wall of pain hit him like a train. His whole head hurt. His mouth was numb. And his cock…he immediately pushed away the sensation of the enormous alien weight smothering his crotch. He didn’t have it in him to deal with that now. The pain and the torment of what had been done to him overwhelmed him and he began to sob. His life, his whole world never be the same. He was completely ruined!

His wailing woke the man curled up next to him. “Be quiet, Riley. It’s Ok. Take this.”

It was Justin.

Riley stared as the jock regarded him for a moment before reaching back to produce a water bottle and a pill. Licking his finger and sticking the pill to it, he shoved in Riley’s mouth and washed it down with a squirt of water. Riley started to gag but then took the bottle and drained it thirstily. He had almost finished it when he felt his tongue…flapping against his chest.

He bawled like a lamb, his cries growing louder as he realized that his tongue had not only grown longer, it was also fatter. It was so fat that it filled his mouth, making it difficult for him to breathe. He had to close his mouth and suck air in through his nose or risk passing out.

“Aw, c’mon, boy,” Justin coaxed, taking him in his meaty arms and hugging him.

Riley stopped bawling long enough to study Justin, flushing when he realized he was admiring the goalie’s unvarnished masculinity. Before…his torture and deformation…he and Justin hadn’t been close. They’d gotten along Ok but had never hung out together. Riley had thought that Justin was lazy and not very interesting. Like most goalies, he was stocky to the point of being overweight and Riley and Jason would tease him about being heavy behind his back. Riley used to feel quietly superior to the dude.

Not now.

Now Justin was a god among men because he still treated Riley like a person.

Tentatively (and inwardly flinching with self-loathing), he lifted his huge, heavy tongue up, up, up to lap sloppily at Justin’s face. Justin wrinkled his nose and scrunched up his face but didn’t pull away. Riley tasted dried blood and realized in the dim light that the goalie had two black eyes and his nose was askew. Had Garrett broken it? He slathered the man with sloppy kisses, unable to stop the drooling that Justin’s sultry flavor triggered.

“You’re a freaky slut alright,” Justin said in an affectionate tone, wiping Riley’s slobber off of his beard. Riley gurgled happily, tongue wiggling up and down, eager for another taste of Justin. The goalie gave him a lopsided grin and a thrill ran through Riley as he basked in Justin’s rugged beauty. He was beefy and solid with a bull neck and a thick, brown beard. His dirty blond hair was messy and his face was bruised but nothing could diminish him in Riley’s eyes. Justin was delicious! Justin was a stud!

He shivered, knowing he would do anything to stay on the goalie’s good side. Anything. When Justin looked at him in that way, the way he was looking at Riley now, it made him happy…and turned on. Or at least what passed for being turned on now that his cock was mostly silicone.

His cock…

The stirring of desire drew his attention back to his…big…problem and he stopped, face falling. Justin tried to stop him before his gaze could travel downward but he was too late.

“Riley–” he started to say but his words died on his tongue as Riley lost it.

The massive tube of flesh lying like a bloated tubeworm on the straw next to him, all pink and spongy, no longer resembled a man’s cock. Wider now than his narrow hips, it dwarfed the rest of his body. Even as he howled, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. It was so grotesque and bizarre that it both repulsed and captivated him. A sour, queasy feeling grew in his stomach as he stared…and realized that the job wasn’t complete.

No, not complete yet.

As huge as it was, the fleshy growth that rivaled a drainage culvert in width, was only partially filled. His pubes had disappeared completely, being absorbed into the mass that exploded out from his hips, but the mutant organ narrowed rapidly about three feet out, shrinking down from two feet in diameter to ‘only’ six inches. His cry of despair grew more frantic as he realized what this meant: More hours attached to the vacuum, more liters of silicone. Many, many more liters of silicone until all twelve feet (twelve feet!) of the flesh hose was filled to capacity.

While he was whining, Justin sighed. Gathering himself up, he inserted his husky frame between Riley and his revoltingly deformed organ, straddling it with his thighs. He was naked and aroused, his big (by normal standards, at least) erection thrusting hungrily upward. His hairy belly bounced with the movement, inadvertently drawing Riley’s attention. Without thinking, he licked his lips, or at least tried to. His mutant tongue flipped upward, slapping the top of his head.

He winced as Justin laughed good-naturedly. It was such a deep, pleasing sound that Riley smiled in spite of himself.

And then wailed.

He couldn’t even smile normally without his tongue getting in the way!

He was fucking ruined! He was a freak! He was…

“Rile, get over yourself,” Justin ordered, pushing his tongue out of the way. “And suck my cock.”

Riley tried to clamp down on his tongue, tried to resist the urges that were overwhelming him, but, confronted with that delectably tumescent organ pulsing and dripping before him, his determination flagged. Exercising herculean will, he tried to hold out but, in the end, he didn’t have a choice.

He gave in.

Too easily.

Wait.

What was going on? What had happened to his ability to resist?

Something inside him, inside his mind, was wrong. Something was going wrong with him!

He couldn’t resist Justin. Worse, he didn’t even want to!

Heart clenching, he realized that it wasn’t just his body that had been violated. No, his mind had been violated…was being violated, too. Something weird was going on inside his head. He could feel it. His will was draining inexorably out of him. His mind was no longer under his control!

His mind, or at least his mind’s ability to maintain a firm grip on his actions, was…dissolving.

Doubling down, he tried to stop himself, tried to pull back. He used to be able to control himself! Used to.

He might be enslaved but he wasn’t a slave!

Right?

Just because they controlled his body didn’t mean they controlled his mind…

…right?

Because…no one could control his mind!

They might do whatever they wanted to his body but he was still free to refuse their demands. They might force their cocks inside him, torture all of his holes, stretch him out, whore him out.

But he was still his own person.

His own person…

A person.

A person?

Tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes as he inhaled Justin’s rich scent, feeling the last remnants of his self-control drain away. He couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t have it in him anymore. Too late, he realized that they had taken away the very thing that made him an independent, self-directed human being.

They had done something to him! They had taken away his humanity and were making him into…

A beast.

An obedient beast.

Justin’s mouth quirked as he watched Riley warring with himself, watched him losing this last battle, the battle to be a person. Slowly, he reached down and patted Riley’s cheek, saying in a voice tinged with regret, “Garrett did it to you while you were passed out, Riley. I tried to stop him but he kicked my ass. He injected you with a chemical that is destroying the connections in your prefrontal cortex.”

“Mwahwahwah.” Riley tried to speak but only nonsense came out of his mouth. That was bad but what made it worse is that he could feel his ability to form words in his mind deteriorating rapidly. His body grew rigid and his skin crawled as he tried to form crisp, clear thoughts…but it was difficult. So diffi…hard. Yah, it was hard. Wuz real hard…

“It’ll be easier for both of us if you just suck my cock, Riley. Just suck cock and forget what you used to be.”

Riley gaped at the cock hanging ripe and ready in front of his mouth and struggled to…remember…something. Something important…something…but he wasn’t supposed to think. No, that was what his…owners…did. Yeah, he wasn’t supposed to question them. His owners were smart and he was supposed to obey them. No matter what.

“C’mon, Riley!” Justin prompted, his face twisted with lust, regret, and something else that Riley used to recognize. That he used to know… “Just fucking suck it!”

He jumped, shaking his head, his slobbery tongue smearing saliva all over his chest. He was dribbling spit everywhere. It was running down his neck, down his torso, down his…

His eyes widened when he saw the huge, squishy, pink roll of fat attached to his crotch. Whoa! Was that him? At that moment, Justin settled his bulk down on the squishy tube and Riley shivered, drooling fiercely at the deliciously abrasive contact of Justin’s hairy ass scraping across his delicate skin.

It was him!

It was his…cock!

Cock!

Yes, cock!

A thrill raced through his body as he finally understood one thing, the only thing he needed to know: He was a cock and a hole.

A cock and a hole.

With a mouth and a tongue.

It was simple.

Why had he been so worked up when it had always been so simple?

He relaxed, letting his shoulders fall as the tension drained out of his body. Happily, he stared down at the hunk of a man reclining on his cock–on HIM!–and he grunted gleefully. His face broke into a perverted grin and he leaned forward, whipping his tongue out hungrily to slap Justin’s cock. The jock jerked in surprise and then laughed loudly, leaning back and sticking his tool upward.

Riley was on it.

He smothered that cock with his prehensile tongue, wrapping it around the jock’s thick shaft and working it up and down. Justin moaned loudly, a huge smile on his bearded face and precum leaking deliciously out of his slit. Riley lapped it up greedily and then moved in for the kill. In one gulp, he took the entirety of Justin’s manhood in his mouth while forced his thighs apart with his newly muscular tongue. As the jock writhed under his onslaught, Riley’s tongue wormed its way between his legs…back, back, back to his savory hole.

He wasn’t done.

No, he had work to do!

Justin’s moaning grew louder and he bucked his hips forward as Riley’s tongue worked its magic in tandem with his mouth. Gradually, he wore the jock down, pushing the tip of his tongue in deeper. Justin gasped and clenched when he penetrated his hole but Riley didn’t stop. Instead, he renewed his assault, shoving inch after sticky inch of his mutant tongue deep inside Justin’s asshole. The barnyard flavor of manhole drove him onward.

Manhole tasted delicious!

The husky jock’s eyes rolled back in his head as his cock hit the back of Riley’s throat just as Riley’s tongue scored his prostate. Working his mouth and tongue in tandem, Riley landed the goalie an incendiary orgasm that overloaded his nervous system like a tsunami, leaving him whimpering and breathless as his spunk stuccoed Riley’s throat and esophagus.

Justin was so spent that he fell backward on Riley’s cock, his whole body twitching with pleasure. When he finally propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes were glazed and his mouth was hanging open. Riley busied himself by leaning down to slurp up the last remnants of his jizz. The more he practiced, the better control he had over his newly elongated tongue. Already, the memories of his shock at discovering the ungainly organ filling his mouth were evaporating.

Cock-Hole-Tongue-Mouth.

That was his life now.

Cock-Hole-Tongue-Mouth.

He tickled Justin’s belly button with the tip of his tongue and the jock giggled like a little boy,  rolling over onto his side. “Good boy!” he praised. “Very, very good boy!”

Riley beamed, his body trembling with happiness.

He was a good boy!

He was a good boy!

He was a very good boy!

***

The morning sun was filtering through the barn door when Riley awoke and he shifted groggily. Slowly, he realized he was back in his chair and his cock was loaded inside the massive cylinder. The silicone IV dripped endlessly, filling him up, filling him up one drip at a time. The burning fire of the liquid no longer bothered him. In fact, nothing bothered him now. His owners were making him into the perfect pet. It wasn’t his place to question what they did to him; his job was only to please them.

He was just a hole to be used.

A mouth to suck.

A tongue to lick.

A cock to abuse.

“Stupid mother-fucking assholes!”

Riley turned to see Garrett harnessed to a chair next to him. He was attached to a familiar machine, the same one that had distorted Riley’s cock before he moved up to the new, bigger one. He shook his head, trying to remember more but everything was foggy. His whole mind was foggy but it didn’t matter. It was the way he should be. He didn’t need to think anymore. His owners would do the thinking for him now.

Garrett bared his teeth at Riley before screaming out, “JUSTIN! JUSTIN! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” He wrestled mightily against his restraints but it was no use. His arms and legs were tied down…and his crotch was captured by the cylinder. He was trapped.

Riley’s tongue flopped up and down as he attempted to give Garrett a reassuring smile. The big guy just needed to relax and everything would be fine. The Man and Justin would take care of everything…just like they had taken care of Riley. They would make everything right.

Riley’s huge ears pricked as he picked up the sound of footsteps behind them. In a moment, Justin’s pleasant, deep voice called out, “Chill the fuck out, Garrett. You always were a drama queen.”

Garrett bridled, bellowing, “LET ME GO NOW, ASSHOLE!”

“No es posible,” came another, deeper voice. Riley’s whole body thrilled when he heard it. It was The Man.

He turned to see him standing behind Justin, a proprietary hand on the goalie’s shoulder. Justin’s eyes were glassy and he wore a funny smile on his lips.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!” Garrett shouted. “WE FUCKING HAD A DEAL!”

“Not anymore,” The Man said, shrugging.

“WHAT THE F–” Garrett started to say but Justin cut him off, slapping a bridle over his head and shoving a bit into his open mouth.

“You know what?” the beefy goalie asked rhetorically. “I’m tired of listening to you.”

Garrett fought back, trying desperately to keep Justin from fastening the bridle and wedging the bit into place. He was even successful…for a time…but Justin wore him down. Finally, Garrett’s struggling grew weaker and weaker until Justin was able to clamp the bit firmly behind his teeth and tongue. He clicked the bridle fasteners into place and Garrett’s containment was complete. The team captain’s eyes bulged as he fixed Justin with a murderous glare.

Justin laughed. “Much better. After we’re done with you, your ugly mug will be much improved.” He patted Garrett’s furry cheek as the man strained to pull away from him. Justin smiled patronizingly down at him for a moment before picking a syringe off the surgical table next to the chair. He held the implement up into the morning sun and the needle glinted ominously. “And once this chemical eats away your impulse control, you will be just like Riley here.”

Garrett’s eyes went round with fear and he struggled violently, pulling his head away from Justin as he lowered the syringe. Just as the goalie was about to press the needle tip against his neck, though, Justin laughed. “Psych!” he teased, lifting it away. “I want you to be fully aware while I deform you into a helpless fucktoy with a twelve-foot cock dragging along behind you.”

These words only made Garrett more frantic. The captain’s eyes flashed daggers at Justin as he lay the syringe down on the table. Justin’s mouth quirked and he soothed in a silky voice, “Don’t worry. I’ll zap your brain eventually. We need you dumb as a fucking stump so you don’t escape.” He laughed again and mouthed a kiss at the red-faced captain.

A tear rolled down the big man’s cheek as Justin turned away. Riley flopped his tongue up and down at Garrett, trying to reassure him but this didn’t seem to help much. Garrett collapsed back into his chair, breathing heavily as the bridle tore into his face and the vacuum gradually inflated his cock beyond all proportion.

Justin crossed his arms as he came to stand beside The Man. Addressing Garrett, he said, “You’ll be happy to learn that this was my idea. I told The Man that Riley needed a playmate and he agreed that you were the perfect choice.”

“For a price,” The Man interjected, reaching up to grip Justin’s shoulder. “I only agreed because you said you’d pay the price.”

“Yeah,” Justin agreed, turning to smile down at him. “I’m ready to pay it, too. In fact, I’m happy to pay it if it means that I get to watch Garrett turn into a sideshow freak.”

The Man chuckled evilly at this, standing on his tiptoes to give Justin a lingering kiss. Riley watched them with envy as Garrett gurgled plaintively. When they finally parted, The Man took Justin by the hand and led him over to a leather sling hanging on chains from the beams above. As Justin lifted his shirt over his head and stripped out of his shorts, The Man produced a sinister-looking harness and held it out to Justin. The hefty jock thrust his cock and balls out, effectively surrendering them forever to his new owner.

***

EPILOGUE

 “Hey, RyRy and GiGi!” Justin called out from the kitchen at the sound of truck tires on gravel in the driveway. “Daddy’s home!”

The two pets, sleeping next to each other in a pool of sunlight on the floor of their new home, immediately sprung to their feet, tongues slapping against their chests as they rolled their massive cocks onto special, wheeled carts and scooted eagerly to the door.

Justin had fashioned the low carts after their cocks were fully inflated with silicone gel and then spent painstaking hours training RyRy and GiGi on how to use them. Once they’d gotten the hang of it, the pets used them when they needed to move around quickly. Most of the time, though, they used their gigantic cocks for resistance. With cocks that measured more than a dozen feet long and two feet in diameter, they’d had to train for months to build up strength but they’d finally succeeded. Their toned, hairy bodies bulged with the muscles they’d developed schlepping the ponderous bulk of their cocks around the house.

Panting eagerly at the door, they waited, crouched down on their haunches, for The Man to enter. When he did, they smothered him with wet, sloppy kisses, each vying to lick the clothes off of his stocky body.

“Easy, boys! Easy!” Justin laughed, stepping out of the kitchen wearing only a frilly apron tied around his beefy waist. The lurid bulge of his permanent erection, all twenty-five inches of it, thrust out before him. A dark, wet spot of precum stained the white fabric, turning it transparent and exposing the gaping slit of his piss hole.

He pushed RyRy and GiGi down and The Man took him in his arms, leaning him back and kissing him passionately as the pets drooled expectantly. The Man lifted the apron, exposing Justin’s silicone-enhanced erection, and stroked it fondly. Justin shivered.

“I want you to make it even bigger,” he breathed, pulsing the massive organ in The Man’s hand. “I wanna be a huge freak.”

The Man chuckled. “Everyone already stares at you when you go out in public, Puto. Do you wanna be like RyRy and GiGi?”

“Eventually,” Justin whispered, pushing away slightly to lift The Man’s shirt over his head. He paused briefly to admire his lover’s ripped abdominals and deep mocha skin. “But I wanna be fully aware, not lobotomized. I want you to make me suffer.”

A growl vibrated from deep inside The Man’s chest and he grabbed Justin’s lip in his teeth and bit down hard. Justin moaned in pain and a trickle of blood dribbled down his chin…which RyRy promptly licked off with his prehensile tongue.

“I will make you suffer, Puto,” The Man said. “You will suffer for the rest of your life.” Justin didn’t reply. Instead, he sank down on his knees and held his hands in front of him like paws, panting like an eager dog. The Man laughed. “Sick Puto. Very sick.”

With this, he shoved Justin onto his hands and knees and unzipped his jeans. His fat cock flopped out, fully engorged, and he slicked it up with spit as he worked a finger into Justin’s open hole. Soon, he was fucking him violently as Justin’s silcone cock slapped rhythically on the floor.

RyRy and GiGi didn’t wait for their owners to finish. RyRy pushed his cock sled between his legs and squatted down to take position behind The Man. He unfurled his tongue and slapped his owner’s muscular backside, commencing to worm his way into his salty crack. Soon he had The Man convulsing in pleasure as his tongue worked its magic deep inside of him.

Not to be outdown, GiGi maneuvered under Justin and, using his stupendously huge cock as a cushion, lay forward and opened up his generous hole. Justin thrust his fuckpole inside of him and pounded away in tandem with The Man behind him. Soon, all four were grinding, licking, stuffing, groping, and fucking like demented animals.

The Man erupted into orgasm first followed closely by Justin. Only after the pets had lapped up every trace of their man juices did they return the favor, stimulating RyRy and GiGi with the industrial strength vibrators needed to bring them to climax. Each time it took longer to make them cum and soon it would no longer possible for them to achieve orgasm.

But it didn’t matter.

They were just a pair of cocks with mouths, tongues, and holes.

THE END OF RILEY’S STORY!

***


Chapter 8 (Back to Jason’s story)

Jason clumsily pulled on the shorts and tank that João had given him, feeling them tug and pinch him in all sorts of unfamiliar places.  His ass barely fit in them and, when he tried to squeeze his feet into his trainers, he cursed.  They barely fit and his toes crunched painfully against the front of the shoes.  Shit, his fucking body was all wrong!  He stood up and wobbled, trying to find his balance.  His legs were still cramped from the rough workout, though, and the best he could do was lurch from side to side like a big idiot.  He was keenly aware of his caged package pushing out round and obvious in the tight shorts.  Anyone who saw him would know that something wasn’t right down there.

And yet…

And yet part of him didn’t care.

Part of him was what?

Part of him was proud.

Yeah, proud.

It was bizarre and he didn’t know why but having his cock and balls caged up by João made him…happy.

He was happy to show the world that his package belonged to João and only João could release it.

João.

He straightened his shoulders and staggered proudly out of the locker room. When he reached his dorm room, however, he realized that there was one small problem with having his package locked up by João:

Cody.

His roommate’s delight at seeing him rapidly clouded as he stared at Jason, his gaze inevitably drifting down to his crotch.

“Jaci, what…?” he started to say as he padded over to him.  A moment later, he let out a howl of rage as he pulled down the shorts and took in the sight of the trap holding his lover’s package hostage.

It didn’t take him long to figure out what had happened.

“João!”

Before Jason could stop him, Cody had stormed out of the room, apparently unconcerned that he was only wearing a little pair of boxer shorts. Jason could hear his footsteps pounding down the hallway. A moment later, a door slammed and, more faintly, he could hear banging on a door downstairs.  He expected to hear shouting but the pounding continued for a long time before stopping.  A few minutes later, Cody appeared back in the room, his cheeks red. He had a murderous expression on his face.

“He’s gone.  That bastard is gone!” he seethed.  “How dare he!  How fucking dare he!  He doesn’t fucking own you!”  He slammed his fist hard against the wall.  “When I get my hands on him, I’m gonna fucking pound him.  I’m gonna fucking kill him!”

“Cody…”

“I’ll kill him!”

“Cody, it’s Ok.”

“He is such a big asshole!  I don’t care if he is bigger than I am. I’ll fucking…”

Jason put his hand on his roommate’s shoulder.  “Cody, it’s Ok. Really.”

Cody finally stopped.  He turned to stare at Jason.  “Huh?  What are you saying?”

Jason shook his head.  This was so frustrating!  Why couldn’t Cody understand him anymore?  He tried again, speaking as slowly as possible.  “It is Ok.”

This seemed to finally get through. “Ok?” The confusion on Cody’s face was eloquent. “Ok? No, it’s not!  This is fucking ridiculous!  He’s a big fucking bully and an asshole!”

Jason leaned in and silenced him with a kiss, his mouth parting as he gently nibbled Cody’s lower lip.  Cody didn’t have any choice; he had to stop talking.  At first he resisted but then he sighed and gave in.  Their mouths met and Jason backed him against the wall, pinning him with his body.  Cody stiffened before relaxing.  As they mashed together, Jason ground the cage into his lover’s belly.  Cody exhaled and let his hands fall down Jason’s waist, eventually landing on his ass.

When his hands touched his butt, Jason moaned, feeling his butt cheeks plump up.  Cody froze before slipping his hands under the waistband of his shorts.  Trying to bite his tongue, another loud moan escaped Jason’s lips..

“Dude!  What…?”  Then, “Woah!  Holy shit!  Turn around and let me look at you!”

Jason’s ears grew hot as Cody spun him around and yanked down his shorts. Jason felt them settle around his ankles as he reached back to try to cover his giant butt. He jumped a little as his hands touched his ass cheeks. His skin was on fire down there!

Cody was speechless for a long time.  He just stood there, staring.  Finally, he gently pulled Jason’s hands away and reached out to massage his butt.  His hands felt…shit, so amazing that they caused a tremor to ripple through him and his butt pulsed bigger and bigger the more that Cody fondled him.  His cock was being pinched painfully in the cage.

“It’s like…shit!  Your ass is becoming engorged with blood the more turned on you are!”  Cody’s voice was low, almost a whisper.  He moved his hands down and then grabbed Jason’s ass hard, causing him to let out a startled yelp.  His ass pulsed, growing firmer and bigger.  It was so tight that he could feel his skin stretching, straining.

“And it’s so fucking red!  God, it’s like your butt is on fire!”  He paused for a moment before adding, “You know what?  It reminds me of…”

Jason was writhing under his touch, hardly able to focus on what he was saying.  His ass was growing bigger and his cock and balls were being pulverized inside the confines of their prison. He moaned loudly.

Cody was oblivious to his agony, though.  He reached out to grab his phone and quickly tapped on it, opening a web browser.  “Christ, I’ve seen an ass like this before somewhere before.  Not on a person, of course, but on a…”

He tapped again, searching.  Jason was chewing the inside of his mouth, trying to distract himself from the piercing pain in his crotch and the electric fire radiating out from his ass.

“Aha!” Cody exclaimed finally.  “A baboon! That’s it!  Look!”

He held out his phone to Jason who had to struggle to focus on it because his eyes were rolled so far back in his head.  After a long struggle, he was able to see the picture on the little screen.  It was of an ape-like creature with an ugly dog head and…a really crazy ass.  Fuck, it’s ass was all swollen and…red.  Fucking redder than a fucking apple!  It was so fucking gross that Jason could only gasp in disgust.

“Yeah, a ‘mandrill’, whatever the fuck that is,” Cody said before laughing. “Dude! You have a baboon ass!”  In his glee, he reached out and smacked Jason hard across the butt.  “My fucking roommate has a fucking baboon ass!”

Jason, however,  failed to find anything amusing about this revelation and, shoulders slumping, backed away from Cody.  He wanted to collapse on the bed but instinctively knew that would bring him no relief.  He couldn’t sit or lie down because either position would put inordinate pressure on his butt or his caged package.  He held his face in his hands, feeling his pulse pounding in his temples. He was cursed! Fucking cursed!

“Hey, big guy! What’s wrong?”  Cody’s voice held a note of genuine concern. “Hey, I’m not teasing you!  I think your ass is totally awesome! I can’t wait for the rest of the team to see it! They’ll fucking love it!” He crept up behind him, folding his arms around Jason’s middle and laying his head on his back.

Jason didn’t answer.  He hung his head.  He felt completely deflated, despite the fact that his ass was still quite inflated.

“I think your ass is hot,” Cody said finally and then laughed. “Literally.  Shit, it feels like it’s burning up.” His giggling only made Jason feel worse and he tried to pull away but Cody held onto him.  Cody was about to say something when his phone buzzed.

Looking at it quickly, he exclaimed, “Shit! It’s time for our tutoring session!  And we haven’t even had breakfast yet!”  He let go of Jason and paced over to his dresser, throwing a pile of clothes on the floor.  Slamming the drawer shut, he pulled on a pair of cargos, a tight t-shirt, and some athletic socks.

When Jason didn’t move, he looked up at him questioningly. “Come on, Jaci!  You can’t miss your ESL tutoring!  Remember what the coach said.”

Jason stared at him blankly.  His head was spinning. It hadn’t stopped spinning all morning!  He having such a hard time processing everything that was happening to him. He was in no shape to go to class!  And ESL? What the fuck was Cody talking about?  He didn’t need tutoring in English!

Cody paced over and, grabbing his shorts off the floor, held them up to him. “Jaci, if you miss another ESL class, the coach said you’re going to be kicked off the team.  Put these on and let’s go!”

***

“Holy shit!” Cody said under his breath as they entered the tutoring center.  “There’s your tutor.  Christ, she’s smoking hot!”

Jason was sweating and irritable.  He had a pounding headache, his nuts were killing him, and his legs were still not working properly after the morning’s workout. They splayed out to his sides and he couldn’t straighten them to take normal strides. It took everything he had just to wobble along behind Cody on the way to the center, feeling his butt grow and swell with each uneven step as the nylon of his shorts rubbed sensuously against his tender skin.  To top it off, he had to take a piss and couldn’t figure out how he would do so with the fucking cage trapping his cock.  Why hadn’t he thought of that when he gave João the key?

Cody hit him on the arm and Jason glanced over at him before following his gaze across the room.  Then he saw her.

Chelsea.

Chelsea!

Shit, Chelsea.

He straightened up or least tried to.  She looked so beautiful, leaning over the shoulder of one of her students. Her long, dark hair tumbled in a loose curtain down her shoulders.  She was wearing that little sun dress that he loved so much. Her tan arms were long and perfectly toned.  God, she was…

The door opened behind them just then and a guy brushed past them, hitting Jason’s shoulder.

“Watch it, you fucking ape!” he muttered before adding under his breath, “Stupid football players!”

“Hey, fuck you!” Cody shouted. The guy flipped them off and kept going, not even bothering to turn around.

“Those asshole soccer players think they’re the fucking shit!” Cody said fiercely.  He was reaching to put his arm over Jason’s shoulder when Jason stopped abruptly.

He knew that guy!  It was Oleg, one of the midfielders on the soccer team.  As he watched, Oleg crept up behind Chelsea and then surprised her by taking her in his arms and nuzzling his face against her neck.  She laughed and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.  Jason clenched his fists. His vision clouded as he saw red.  How dare that fucker kiss his girlfriend!

“Dude!” Cody yelled as Jason shook his arm off and stormed over Chelsea.  His gait was so crazy, though, that he stumbled and would have fallen if Cody hadn’t grabbed him. His roommate pulled him up, giving him a shake.  “Dude!  What the fuck has got into you?”

Jason couldn’t answer.  He violently shook Cody’s hand off and stumbled over to Chelsea.  Oleg curled his lip into a sneer as Chelsea turned.  Her brow furrowed for a moment as she stared at him.  Then his heart clenched as he watched her swallow and take a step back. When she spoke, her voice was unsteady.

“Who…?”

Oleg stepped between them then, pushing Jason away.  “Back off, buddy. That’s my girlfriend.”

Chelsea calmed him with a hand on his shoulder.  “It’s Ok, Oleg. I’ve got this.”  Oleg gave Jason a hateful look before stepping aside.  He stayed close, though, crossing his arms and scowling.

“You’re Jacinto, right?  My next student?” Chelsea’s gaze was veiled, wary.

Jason stood there stupidly, unable to speak.  His jaw worked up and down but no sound came out.

A small, condescending smile crossed Chelsea’s lips for a moment before she masked it.  She pulled out a little tablet and flicked her finger across the screen.  “Ah, yes.  I see.  You are Jacinto Espinosa. From the football team?  It says here that you are international student from Brazil and…oh dear!” Her gaze flicked up to Jason’s face before she looked back down at the tablet.  “You have a 1.5 GPA.”  She sighed before adopting a false, cheery tone.  “Well, I guess we have our work cut out for us, don’t we?”

“Fucking dumb gorilla,” Oleg muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.

It was like Jason’s ears had stopped working the moment that Chelsea started talking.  He struggled to understand what she was saying but nothing made sense.  Was she even speaking English?  He couldn’t recognize the words.  He caught the tone, though. And knew that he didn’t like what it meant.

Finally, he realized that the silence had stretched a long time and Oleg was smirking at him.  “Chelsea,” he finally managed to say. “Don’t you rec…” he struggled with the word, “r-r-re-cog-nize me?”

Chelsea gave him a blank look as Cody came to stand protectively beside him, saying, “He doesn’t speak English very well.”

Oleg rolled his eyes, saying, “Like, duh.”  Chelsea elbowed him and Cody gave him a dirty look. Jason struggled to figure out what was going on.

Chelsea cleared her throat.  “It’s Ok, Jacinto. That’s why you’re here.  To learn how to speak and write English.”

Jason blinked at her, feeling his heart thudding in his chest.  “But, Chelsea…” he tried to say, surprised by how dull and strange his voice sounded. He sounded like a total beast.  But she was already turning, leading him toward a cubicle near the back of the room.  He looked wildly over to Cody but his friend winked at him and gave him a little shove.

“Go get her, Tiger!” he said and then laughed as Oleg gave him a murderous stare.

Jason froze.  Chelsea turned to make sure he was following her and, when she saw him standing there confused, motioned with her hand.  What was going on?  What the fuck had happened to him?  Why was he here?  Why didn’t Chelsea know who he was anymore?  Why couldn’t he understand her?  He massaged his forehead, feeling his pounding headache getting worse by the second.  Everyone had gone crazy. Fucking crazy.  He took an unsteady step forward, swaying alarmingly to the side, caught his balance, and then lurched forward on his other foot.  Nothing made sense.

Nothing.

***

“How are you doing today, Mister?” Cody’s voice sounded laughably simple and slurred.

Jason was watching Chelsea walk away, stunned and confused.  She didn’t recognize him at all! It was like he had never existed. She had attempted to give him a lesson in basic English grammar but he had been so upset and disoriented that nothing she said had sunk in.  He could tell that she was getting increasingly frustrated with him as the lesson progressed but he had been powerless to respond.  He could barely understand her.

“My eyes are blue,” Cody continued inanely. “My hair is brown.”

Making a strangled sound, Jason turned to him, pleading, “Stop it! Stop it!”

“It is sunny today. My cat is named ‘Fluffy.’”

Jason took him by the shoulders and shook him, nearly shouting at him.  “Fucking stop it, Cody!”

Cody’s face clouded and he looked sad.  “But I am speaking Portuguese with you!”

“Huh?”

“Portuguese! You like?”

Jason shook his head.  What the fuck was Cody talking about?

***