Note: I’m aware that Chinese surnames come before the first name. I personally like the name Zhang and that’s why I refer to the main character by his last name. Plus, using his surname in the first part of the story and transitioning to his first name in the latter part is a good way of illustrating the increasing intimacy between the two characters.
This story plays with familiar themes but with some differences. You’ll notice that some of my usual tropes have been twisted slightly. I wanted to give the characters leeway to explore new territory. At the same time, this is a somewhat kinder story than my recent ones, although that doesn’t mean freaky shit doesn’t happen.
I have based my character Zhang on the main character in the BL series from China called Addicted. If you haven’t seen it, I recommend it. It’s pretty bold and explicit and you can kind of understand why it alarmed the government so much that they started censoring gay-related content. In the series, Johnny Huang’s character, Gu Hai, is the quintessential spoiled prince. He’s a rich kid with an attitude who behaves as a law unto himself. As such, he’s very appealing and sexy. Zhang is a riff on Gu Hai if the guy had been allowed to really take off and explore his dominating nature.
Of course, this is also one of my stories and so there has to be transformation. The current Monkeypox epidemic has been a boon–For my imagination, not for the people who have contracted it and are suffering from its effects. I could go on about vaccine nationalism and the costs of ignoring the disease in Africa for more than a decade but I will forebear. Never one to look a gift horse (monkey?) in the mouth, the unfortunate emergence of the disease has given me so many fun ideas to explore. I’ve been itching to write a monkey tf story for a long time and here’s my chance!
Themes: In addition to the usual (dominance/submission and straight-to-gay) – Musk, hair growth, exhibitionism, cock growth, foreskin growth, loss of self-control, devolution, handsome-to-ugly, dumber, uncontrollable urges
Chapter 1
Kit Salzburg lost his soccer scholarship and was expelled from college after only a week of classes. One minute, he was living large, a popular jock with a million new friends and the next, he was cast out of his dorm and ordered to return home. In a terse email from the dean, he was informed the university might reconsider their decision if he returned to high school and repeated the classes from his senior year. The option of taking a GED test was not offered. His ID card was revoked before soccer practice, leaving him standing outside the arena. None of his player buddies returned his plaintive texts begging them to let him in.
Kit Salzburg was officially persona non grata.
When he asked about the reason behind his expulsion, he learned that one of his former high school buddies had caved under pressure and revealed that most of the soccer team had cheated on their final exams. In all, five boys were found guilty and ordered to retake their senior year. Only later did Kit discover that he was the only one who actually did so; the rest hired lawyers and managed to successfully appeal the decision. Such is life when you’re the lone middle class kid on a soccer scholarship to an elite private school!
Kit returned home with his tail between his legs. His mother was furious with him and his younger brother, Stash–who had inexplicably grown three inches in four weeks and now towered over him–refused to talk to him. To add insult to injury, he found out that his bedroom was now occupied by the family’s new Chinese exchange student, Zhang Taio.
“What the fuck?!” Kit fumed. “I’m only gone a month and already they’ve given my room away!”
Tossing his backpack on the floor outside his bedroom door, he burst inside to confront the interloper. He had opened his mouth to shout but all sound died in his throat when he found himself looking–locking up!–at the biggest, buffest guy he’d ever seen. The big dude smirked at him and crossed his muscular arms as he stared down at the much more insignificant Kit. Kit felt his pecker retract behind his scrotum as his outrage quickly evaporated into intimidation. He cleared his throat in the vain attempt to lower his voice to an appropriately deep bass and stammered, “Uh, hi! You must be our new exchange student. I’m Kit!” He stuck his hand out but the big dude merely looked at it, lip curling with derision.
Kit was left standing there awkwardly with his hand out as the tall guy pushed past him, grabbing his towel from the back of the door and slinging it over his broad shoulders. He was naked save for a pair of red half-length tights that hugged his blocky buttocks and powerful thighs.
“Um, I was wondering,” Kit said to the big guy’s retreating back. “Would you mind terribly if–”
The big guy stopped and turned, an eyebrow raised quizzically. “And what precisely were you wondering…dude?” he queried, pronouncing the word, ‘dude,’ with obvious disdain.
How can a Chinese exchange student have no accent? Kit wondered furiously. And how can an Asian guy be so tall? I thought they were all shrimpy with tiny di–Holy fuck! No fuckin’ way!
At the moment, the tall jock turned enough to give Kit an unimpeded view of the crotch of his tights. Kit gasped audibly when he saw the outline of the behemoth contained therein. Such was its massive size that nothing was left to the imagination.
Forgetting all sense of decorum, Kit gawked openly at the guy’s long, fat schlong, pressing luridly against the sheer fabric. There was no doubt that he was hung like a stallion…and obviously uncircumcised. His long, tapering foreskin was clearly visible along with his enormous pair of low-hangers.
Only after the silence had stretched excruciatingly long did Kit finally wake up to the fact that he was staring at another guy’s cock and balls. Cheeks coloring, he shook himself and forced his gaze away from that monumental piece of man meat. When he looked up, he saw the guy watching him with amusement.
“Feelin’ inadequate?” came his taunting question. To underscore his point, he subtly thrust out his crotch.
Far too late, Kit’s macho pride asserted itself and he squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest, drawing himself up to his full height of five feet ten inches. Even so, he only reached the top of the towering jock’s adam’s apple. “I want my room back!” he shouted, although his voice sounded shrill even to his ears. “Get out now and move down into the basement!”
***
Two hours later found Kit sulking in the basement where he was busy turning a corner of the den into his new bedroom. Above him, he could hear Zhang moving around in his bedroom. The big jock’s footsteps echoed down through the ceiling as if he was purposely making as much noise as possible.
“Fuckin’ asshole!” Kit cursed. “Who the fuck does he think he is?”
Dinner was painful.
The rest of the family ignored him as they carried on about their day. Zhang was not only fluent in English but, Kit begrudgingly conceded, possessed a magnetic personality that made people naturally gravitate toward him. Kit’s mother and brother practically fawned over him, all but feeding him by hand as they sought to ingratiate themselves. While Zhang lapped up the attention, Kit sat at the other end of the table glowering and rolling his eyes. Who does he think he is? he wondered. A fuckin’ celebrity? They’re treating him like fuckin’ royalty!
“I like it here,” Zhang pronounced at the end of the meal, leaning back and placing his hands behind his head–a gesture that Kit was certain was intended to flash the table with his bulging biceps. “I mean, living with a family is far better than a prep school. Even back in China, I barely ever saw my parents. And, of course, I’ve never had a brother. Now I have two!” He grinned beguiling, causing both Kit’s mom and Stash to swoon.
“We are your family,” Kit’s mother gushed. “We’re your American family. I feel like you’ve always been here even though you just arrived three weeks ago!” Stash nodded, equally as starry-eyed as his mother, and even reached across the table to give Zhang an affectionate bump on the arm.
“God, I think I’m gonna barf!” Kit muttered under his breath, choosing that moment to get up and stalk back to his basement lair.
***
His efforts to ignore Zhang proved impossible. Upon returning to his ‘bedroom,’ the young jock turned up his stereo and soon the aggravating pulse of the bass was thumping against Kit’s breastbone. He was tired after a long day of packing and unpacking and just wanted to sleep.
Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and stormed upstairs, pounding on Zhang’s bedroom door–No! Make that his bedroom door!–demanding, “TURN DOWN THE FUCKIN’ VOLUME!”
There was a brief lag before Zhang lowered the volume of the music and the door opened. He stepped out into the hallway, arms crossed and a look of amusement on his handsome face. Unlike before, this time he was clad in a pair of baggy shorts and a tank top. “What’s yer problem this time, bro?” he inquired. As always, his voice held a note of unmistakable superiority.
At least he’s not parading around practically naked! Kit thought, gathering up his outrage in the determined effort not to give into the big jock. “Yer music,” he stated, crossing his arms and matching Zhang’s arrogant pose. “It’s too loud. Don’t ya have earbuds or sumthin’?”
“I do,” Zhang conceded. “But Abu likes to listen, too.”
“Abu?”
Zhang motioned inside his room where Kit noticed a cage for the first time. Inside the cage was a small Capuchin monkey. The creature was rocking back and forth in time to the music as it clung to the bars of the cage. Its furry face was suffused with what could only be described as an expression of pure joy.
Kit looked back to Zhang in shock. “You have a monkey? In my room?! Who the fuck said you could bring a monkey into our house? It’s probably full of all sorts of diseases! And it’s in my fuckin’ room!”
Zhang’s mouth quirked. “Oh, these American dà’érzi,” he muttered as if Kit couldn’t hear.
“What’s that?” Kit demanded. “What did you say?”
“I was saying that you behave like a typical American.” Zhang leaned over him, reinforcing his superior size and height. “Always thinking you know everything and that no one else is as special as you.”
“Hey!” Kit protested. “That’s not true!” He opened his mouth to say more but was struck by a sudden flash of inspiration. “And why’re actin’ so fuckin’ high and mighty anyways? I thought Chinese people treated their elders with respect!” He puffed out his chest, grinning broadly at his cleverness. “I’m yer elder! You need to do whatever I tell you to!”
Zhang regarded him expressionlessly for a moment before asking, “And how old are you, Dà’érzi?” He pronounced the last word with distinct sarcasm.
“Eighteen!” Kit replied, still feeling superior. “Ha! See! I’m yer older brother!”
“Not really,” Zhang said, smirking. “I’m a year older than you. I’m nineteen which, if you are capable of doing complicated math, makes me your older brother.”
Kit’s mouth fell open. “What? No way! How can you be a high school exchange student if yer already that old?”
“China doesn’t count a year spent as an exchange student in America toward our degree because your public high schools are so inferior,” Zhang explained. “So, I waited until after I’d graduated to sign up.”
“Huh?”
Zhang was watching him with barely concealed scorn. “Do you really need me to explain it to you again?”
Kit deflated, succumbing to the sheer weight of Zhang’s superiority. The dude was bigger, taller and older than he was. (And ‘hung-er,’ too, but there was no way that Kit would admit that.) Worse, Zhang was well aware of his advantages and was using them to completely dominate him. In the end, he was forced to beat another retreat, scurrying ignominiously downstairs and stuffing his ears with cotton to mute the constant thud of Zhang’s music.
***
Things didn’t get any better when he went back to high school.
With his reputation in tatters and his peers all graduated, Kit was left in a precarious position in the pecking order. He quickly found himself the object of undisguised ridicule. Everyone knew about his ignominious expulsion from college and the reason behind it. The students jeered at him and the teachers hated him. Worse, he was now in the same grade as Stash and shared many of the same classes. And, because the school put Zhang in the same classes as Stash, it meant that Kit couldn’t get away from either of them. Everywhere he went, there was Zhang, riding aloft a wave of popularity that Kit could only dream of. Being intelligent, tall, handsome, muscular and Chinese meant that Zhang always had a throng of admiring fans in his wake.
Kit licked his wounds, skulking about in the corners while both hating and envying Zhang. Had it only been a few months ago when he, Kit, had been the big man on campus? He remembered strutting down the hallways during his senior year with the girls swooning over him and the guys parting before him in deference. He’d been the school’s top jock and most popular guy! It had been pure heaven!
Not anymore. Too late, he realized how fragile his vaunted status had been and how hard it was to recapture it.
At least I still have soccer, he thought, consoling himself that once he got on the pitch after school, he’d be able to regain some of his former superiority. That’s something they can never take away from me!
No one outmatched Kit Salzburg on the soccer field! His prowess in soccer was the only reason he’d been granted a scholarship to such a prestigious university and Kit had no intention of jeopardizing that. The dean had said that he could reapply once he repeated his senior year of high school and Kit vowed he wouldn’t screw it up. They would be begging him to come back once he single-handedly guided his team to a championship in the finals!
“Sorry, Kit. Yer spot’s taken,” Coach Esteban informed him when he showed up for soccer practice. “I gave it to Stash. He’s really come a long way. I think he’s even better than you ever were! ‘Sides, after what you done last year, I don’t want you on the team anyway. You really gave us a black eye.”
Kit’s jaw dropped. “W-W-W-Whaddaya mean my spot’s taken? I’m all ready, Coach! Put me out there! I’ll win every game, I swear!”
The coach placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “It’s too late, kiddo. The decision’s made. I hear the swim team needs members, though. They’re so desperate that they’d even take you. Why don’t you go talk to Coach Chao?”
Kit barely heard him. He was distracted by Stash’s grand entrance onto the field. He watched in stunned disbelief as his ‘little’ brother jogged out to the thunderous cheering of his teammates. Standing more than six feet tall and possessing the mien of an all-star superjock, Stash owned the pitch. Someone tossed the ball over to him and a playful scrimmage ensued during which Stash demonstrated some astoundingly clever moves. Kit watched from the sidelines with shoulders slumped in defeat and feeling an alien emotion that he later identified as fear. If Stash was this good now, how much better would he be by the end of the season? He could be serious competition for that soccer scholarship that Kit needed to win again if he hoped to get back into university. His lip wrinkled. Since when had Stash become such a soccer stud?
***
He slinked into the locker room as the last of the swim team members were changing, preparing to get in the pool. One of them looked up and smiled at him, teasing, “Couldn’t stay away from me for a minute, huh, Dà’érzi?”
Kit froze, turning to be confronted by Zhang in all his glory. The dude was completely naked, standing with his foot poised over the leghole of the tiniest Speedo that Kit had ever seen. The swimsuit was bright red and emblazoned with a gold star smack dab in the center of the pouch.
Naked, Zhang was even more impressive than clothed and Kit, who was no stranger to nudity in the locker room, couldn’t help but gape. He’d never seen a guy like Zhang! The jock’s long, smooth body was deeply tanned and replete with muscles and his pecker–Christ, that pecker! How does a Chinese guy have a pecker that size?–was just as enormous as suggested by the bulge Kit had spied in Zhang’s underwear the day before. A true sausage, it dangled between the jock’s powerful thighs, slapping against the biggest pair of low-hangers that Kit had ever seen. Fuck, they were the size of ripe mangoes!
Despite his best efforts to look away, Kit stared with rapidly reddening cheeks as Zhang pulled up his little Speedo. He spent an inordinate amount of time stuffing his giant package inside and the result was a pouch so protruding that it looked like Zhang was hiding his pet monkey inside. The golden star perched atop that obscene mound only added to the luridness of the spectacle.
“So, are ya sure ya wanna join the team?” Zhang goaded, sauntering over to him. “Yer kinda small but maybe you’ll do. Have ya ever even swum before, bro?”
Kit averted his gaze from that bulging package and forced himself to look up into Zhang’s taunting gaze. He wanted to sound defiant but ended up sounding meek. “Yeah, I can swim. I used to swim and play soccer before they changed the practice times. It’s been a while but–”
“Whatever,” Zhang said, walking away from him toward the showers. “Talk to the coach. If ya can pass her drills, she might even let someone as puny as you join the team.”
Did he just walk away from me while I was talking? Kit wondered, clenching his fists. Who the fuck does he think he is?
But Zhang didn’t seem to care what he thought about him. He was perfectly content to leave him smoldering with anger as he presented Kit with his backside, broad shoulders pushed proudly back and perky buttocks barely covered by the clinging fabric of his tiny Speedo.
***
Ten minutes later found Kit wearing a borrowed Speedo and laboring to make it through the most rigorous drills of his life. It had been a few months since he’d swum regularly and he was out of shape. Even so, the ‘warmup’ that Coach Chao subjected him to was brutal by any standard. By the end, he could barely lift his arms out of the water and sat there, bobbing up and down on one of the lane markers as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Yer in terrible shape,” Coach Chao assessed, “but we need every guy we can get.”
Relief flowed over Kit like cool water at these words. This was the best news he’d had since he’d been expelled from college! He couldn’t help grinning as he looked up at her, breathing, “Thank you! Thank you so much!”
Chao shrugged and adjusted her glasses which had fogged up in the humid air of the pool. “I want you to practice double time, though, with Zhang for the next three weeks. He’ll whip ya into shape in no time!”
“Wait, what?” Kit’s chest clenched with dismay. Was Coach Chao really suggesting that he–
“You heard me,” she said and, as if taking a page from Zhang’s book on nonchalant arrogance, turned and walked away.
Kit scowled and was about to flip her off when he was startled by a deep voice in his ear. “C’mon,” it rumbled, “let’s get moving, bro.”
Startled, Kit looked over to find Zhang standing next to him. The big jock was so tall that he could easily stand up in water that was nearly over Kit’s head! “But, I–” he protested. “I’m too–”
“NOW!” Zhang barked.
Kit jumped, inadvertently letting go of the lane marker and swimming a few strokes before he realized what he was doing. He stopped, preparing to yell back at Zhang but misjudged how deep the pool was and ended up swallowing a lungful of water instead. He coughed and swallowed more water, quickly finding himself overcome. In perhaps the most humiliating experience of his life, he panicked and started flailing. More and more water filled his lungs and soon he was drowning in earnest. As he slipped beneath the surface of the water, blackness descended upon him and he knew no more.
He woke up to find Zhang’s lips over his mouth.
The big jock was straddling him, his thighs pressing against Kit’s sides and his butt pushing down on top of his…
“Get off! GET OFF!” Kit screamed, turning his head away and fighting to push Zhang off of him. To his consternation, though, the big guy stayed put, his big, confident hands holding Kit in place as he regarded him with perplexion. Kit opened his mouth to yell but lost himself in a coughing fit. He coughed and coughed, spitting up what felt like gallons of water. The whole time Zhang sat astride him, a bemused expression on his face.
“You would have died,” he said after Kit finally collected himself. “If I hadn’t saved you, you would be dead right now.”
“So what?” Kit spat, his ego bruised beyond measure at this turn of events. “Why the fuck do you care anyway? I’m just a stupid American, aren’t I?”
Zhang didn’t react to this, continuing to watch him with deep, knowing eyes that danced with merriment. Finally, he observed, “Yer cute when yer angry.”
“I’m what?” Kit started to say but at that moment became aware of a certain throbbing sensation coming from, you know, down there. Mind blanking with horror, he realized that while Zhang had been speaking, he’d also been subtly pushing his firm, ripe, ample buttocks backward, right down on top of Kit’s–
“What’s wrong?” Zhang asked innocently as Kit fought with renewed vigor to push him off. Then he leaned down and whispered, “I’d be careful if I were you. We have an audience. Are you sure you want me to–?”
When he started to stand up, Kit was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was wearing only a tiny Speedo and, while he wasn’t quite as hung as Zhang, he had nothing to be ashamed of below the belt. Even half erect, his cock was straining at the flimsy fabric of his swimsuit which meant that–
“No! Stop!” he begged. “Don’t get up!”
Zhang paused, mouth quirking. “What? But I thought you–?”
“Don’t move!” Kit ordered. “PLEASE!”
Shrugging, Zhang obliged, settling back down on top of him…and pressing his buttocks even harder against Kit’s swollen member…which became rapidly more swollen.
“I hate you!” Kit hissed, writhing under him. “I fucking hate yer guts!”
Zhang’s little smirk grew into a wide, shit-eating grin. “You do?” he teased. “I could never tell from the greeting you’re giving me right now.”
Kit went scarlet and would have punched him if Coach Chao hadn’t interrupted. “If you two are done playing, we have a practice to finish.”
Kit lay back, realizing for the first time that they were ringed by all of the guys on the swim team. As far as he could see, there was a sea of bare legs and Speedo-clad crotches. He withered with shame and embarrassment, wishing he was dead while Zhang gleefully continued to surreptitiously roll his buttocks around on top of him.
***
Kit was completely disoriented after practice and spent a long time rinsing off in the showers, waiting until everyone had gone. When he was certain that he was alone, he toweled off and padded naked over to his locker. A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned to see himself reflected in the mirror by the sinks. He straightened, unconsciously adopting a beefcake pose, as he examined himself critically.
He didn’t know why. He wasn’t particularly vain and wasn’t the type to worry about his appearance. For some reason, though, that day he found himself turning and studying himself from every possible angle in the mirror. At one point he even bent over and spread his ample ass cheeks, looking through his legs at his reflection to glimpse his pert, tiny butthole winking back at him. The reason for doing this escaped him–Why did he want to see his asshole? It was gross! I was like he was trying to reassure himself about something but he wasn’t sure what.
“See?” he said aloud, head still between his legs. “I’m not that bad looking, am I? I mean, I’m not as tall as him and not as muscular and, yeah, my dick’s shorter but I’m still pretty good looking. Right?”
It was true.
His face was broad and his features well-formed. He might not win any beauty contests but he was considered handsome by all of the girls he’d dated. He wore his brown hair on the long side, preferring to keep it shaggy. It had a life of its own and was currently poking up at all angles from his head. A short beard covered his cheeks.
Physically, he possessed the stocky physique that was required for playing on soccer’s defensive line. Muscular yet agile, he could move with surprising speed for someone of his weight. His shoulders were broad and his legs were solid. His ass was wide, blocky and athletic. A dusting of brown hair covered his legs and ass cheeks and he was just beginning to sprout hair on his chest. His pubes were carefully groomed to accentuate his thick cock. Unlike Stash, he was circumcised and his fat cockhead shone a rosy pink in the fluorescent lights. (His mother had second thoughts when she was pregnant with his younger brother and spared him from the dreaded scalpel.)
“Yeah,” he said, squaring his shoulders and smiling wolfishly back at his reflection. “I’m hot. I’m one hot motherfuckin’ bad-ass jock!”
At that moment, someone cleared his throat, commenting drolly, “Um, if yer through admiring yerself, ya might wanna go shave. You gotta remove all that body hair if yer gonna be on the team, bro.”
Kit gave a startled yelp and clapped his hands over his crotch, whirling around to confront this interloper. “Were you watching me?” he challenged. Zhang was standing in the doorway, hand still on the door handle and gym bag under his arm.
“For a while,” Zhang admitted. “I walked in when you were showing off yer hole.” He laughed, adding, “But don’t mind me, bro. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
For what felt like the thousandth time that day, heat was creeping up Kit’s back and he realized his cheeks were blazing. “Dude, what is wrong with you anyway?” he shouted, struggling valiantly to recapture his dignity even as he hunched further over and roughly shoved his pee-pee between his furry thighs. “Why won’t you leave me alone? Can’t you tell I don’t want anything to do with you?”
In wordless answer, Zhang tossed his gym bag over his shoulder and sauntered over to him. Grace pervaded every movement, even the slightest gesture was performed with practiced ease. It was this more than anything that made Zhang so compelling. Kit had never met someone so supremely confident.
A smile spread across Zhang’s face as he placed an arm over Kit’s shoulders and urged him to stand erect. Knowing he should resist but inexplicably unable to do so, Kit complied and straightened, eventually allowing his hands to fall to his sides. At Zhang’s tap on his shoulder, he spread his legs, allowing his captured dick to swing free in the breeze. Soon, he was blinking back at himself in the mirror as Zhang surveyed his naked body critically.
“There,” the big jock stated. “Much better. Don’t ever hide from me again, Kit. Now go shave.”
Only then did Kit manage to struggle free of the mysterious fog that seemed to envelop him whenever he was near Zhang. Violently shrugging the big jock’s hands off of his shoulders, he shouted, “Get the FUCK off of me! I’ll do whatever I please and I’m NOT gonna shave!”
Mustering the shreds of his dignity, he marched away. Zhang watched him go, smirking to himself.
***
Chapter 2
It felt weird having no hair on his body.
His clothes stuck to his body and his skin felt clammy. Even his underwear fit differently without his bush of pubic hair to fill them up. Sweat ran down the crack of his ass and his little rosebud felt naked without its usual cushion of hair filling up his butt cleft. After shaving every morning, he’d look down at his hairless, naked body and wonder what he’d just done. And yet he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.
On the plus side, he glided through the water without any resistance now. For the next several weeks, he and Zhang spent an additional hour in the pool, practicing drill after drill until Kit felt like he was going to die of exhaustion. Only then did Zhang relent and allow him to climb out of the pool and stagger into the locker room. They would shower in silence, both studiously ignoring the other.
To anyone watching them, they seemed cool, even chilly toward each other. Zhang was aloof and never spoke to Kit unless it was to bark an order. Kit ignored Zhang, turning his back to him at every opportunity and wrinkling his nose in distaste whenever the big jock got near him.
The reality, however, was quite different. Ever since that strange interaction in the locker room, the dynamic had changed between them. Without discussing it, Kit knew they were playing a subtle game, a game with unspoken rules that neither of them violated. Each had his own role to play, a distinct and definite role, and both were intent on winning. It was a test of wills, a clandestine struggle, one with high stakes even though Kit didn’t fully understand what was at risk.
The first rule was that Kit could never be too far away from Zhang. He knew this instinctively. Wherever Zhang went, he was never far behind. You had to be paying close attention to notice and Kit was at pains to act natural. His presence near Zhang could always be plausibly explained; they were in the same family, in the same classes and on the same team after all.
The second rule was that he was to wear as little as possible and expose himself to Zhang whenever he could get away with it. He took to wearing Stash’s old clothes, the ones he’d outgrown over the summer. He’d rescued them from the recycling, explaining to Stash that he didn’t have money to buy new ones and these were still perfectly good. In reality, they were too tight but he squeezed into them anyway, conscious of the way that Stash’s shorts hugged his ass and his shirts set off his muscles.
In the locker room, he’d ‘forget’ to wear underwear under his sweatpants and purposely leave them untied. Whenever Zhang was close (which was frequently because the jock’s locker was beside his own), he’d reach up and stretch, exposing his denuded pubes and the fat base of his cock. The ridge of his glans would press visibly against the fabric. Then he’d bend over and let his sweats pull down, exposing the top of his smooth, perky bottom. In the showers after practice, he’d strip out of his Speedo and spend forever soaping himself up and shaving, bending over to scrape his butthole clean of hair…while Zhang washed up behind him.
At home, he was almost naked most of the time, especially when his mother and Stash weren’t around. After Zhang and he got home from practice, he’d change into a tiny pair of boxers that were so tight that the fly stretched open, flashing glimpses of his shaved cock and balls. He’d barge in when Zhang was in the bathroom, stripping naked and taking a shower while the jock sat on the toilet, brushing his teeth. When Zhang and Stash watched Netflix in the basement den, Kit would lie on his bed in his little corner, wearing only a t-shirt. He’d position himself carefully out of Stash’s line of sight but in full view of Zhang, lying with his back to the jock and spreading his meaty thighs wide open.
He ordered a dozen colorful jockstraps and wore a different one every day to school. (His fingers had trembled at his daring when he clicked the button to complete the purchase. What the fuck was he doing?!) He had been assigned a seat at the front of the room to keep him under close supervision so he didn’t cheat again. In nearly every class, Zhang occupied the seat directly behind him. Midway through the class period, Kit would invariably lean forward and slump over his desk, allowing his t-shirt to ride up his back and his tight shorts to slip down his butt. The bright, neon-colored waistband of his jock was framed perfectly in the gap between the back and seat of his chair. The cool air tickled his ass as he smiled to himself. He felt so naughty!
He started lifting weights after swim practice, too, intent on bulking up. He changed his diet, eliminating carbs and guzzling protein shakes in the effort to get as beefy and ripped as possible. In just a few weeks, he succeeded in losing that stubborn cushion of flab around his midsection. His newly enhanced muscles rose in perfect bumps and ridges beneath his smooth, hairless skin. Big muscles weren’t a winning recipe for swimming but he didn’t care when his rankings slipped; he was still fast enough to be in the middle of the pack.
Once his abs were appropriately shredded, he cropped off the lower six inches of his t-shirts and strutted around school with his midriff proudly bared. Acting on sudden inspiration, he started leaving a narrow path of hair unshaved on his belly. It ran from his navel down to the base of his cock, a landing strip just like he’d seen in videos of stippers. The little strip of hair–a deep, dark brown–really stood out against his creamy skin, drawing the eyes down…down…down.
He modified his Speedos, removing the liner and reducing their size until they hardly covered anything. They rode low across his crotch, baring his shaved pubes, and half his ass spilled out over the top in back. Yet he knew how to keep them just this side of decent. Though he could feel Coach Chao’s narrowed eyes on him when he strode onto the pool deck each day for practice, she never commented on his brief attire. He wasn’t through with the modifications yet, though. Acting on inspiration, he sewed two, tiny American flags on the back of his swimsuit, one over each of his ass cheeks.
Zhang’s role in the game was both simpler and, it turned out, much more difficult: He had to pretend not to notice Kit under any circumstances. No matter how provocative Kit’s behavior or attire became, he studiously ignored him.
He did a good job. His expression never faltered, his eyes never wandered, his cheeks never colored, and–even more amazingly–his shorts and Speedo never tented. It was like Kit was invisible to him. No matter what, his demeanor remained smooth, confident, unruffled.
This wasn’t to say that he didn’t delight in tormenting Kit. Sitting behind him, he and Stash would whisper to each other during class, snickering behind his back. Once, they tied his shoelaces together and he fell flat on his face when he got up after class. Another time, Zhang braided his hair while he dozed off during lecture. He awoke to a chorus of laughter and looked around blearily before he reached up to touch his head, discovering his unruly locks were in braids and festooned with pink ribbons.
Most of all, Zhang worked to exclude Kit from his social circles. Naturally occupying the top stratum of the high school hierarchy, he made sure that Kit remained an outcast. No one sat beside him at lunch hour. No one talked to him during class. His swim teammates fell silent and elbowed each other whenever he approached. Zhang was a master at manipulating groups to his advantage and pulled every string to keep Kit at the bottom.
In reality, of course, Zhang needed to exert little effort to make Kit a pariah; Kit was doing a good enough job of that himself! His increasingly odd and provocative behavior and attire ensured that he was the butt of jokes. Literally. His butt was the butt of jokes. As he refocused his weightlifting regimen on building his glutes and he continued to wear only the tightest shorts and tiniest of Speedos, his rapidly burgeoning buttocks drew more and more attention. His ass became impossible to ignore.
Unexpectedly, it was this bubblicious booty that turned the tide in Kit’s favor, giving him the advantage in his silent game of war with Zhang. You see, Zhang might talk and act like he’d lived in the States for his entire life but the truth was he wasn’t American and therefore made a terrible miscalculation: He never counted on the power of the ‘Rainbow Mafia.’
And neither did Kit.
In Kit’s mind, he was straight or ‘cis het’ using current jargon. Due to the power of denial, he didn’t think of his behavior as gay. Sure, he realized it wasn’t exactly hetero on some level. Intellectually, he knew that straight dudes didn’t wear what he wore or do what he did. But he thought of it simply as a competition. Zhang had thrown down the gauntlet and it was game on. Even though he had no idea what the prize would be if he ‘won’ their game, he was determined to win it at any cost.
He was therefore a bit oblivious one day at lunch when a dozen people suddenly sat down around him at his table and someone draped a warm arm over his shoulder, praising, “Good job, bro! Yer really sticking it to the fuckin’ hets!”
Kit turned and looked over at the guy blankly. “Huh?”
The guy, a thin dude with pink hair and blue eyeliner, smiled. “Yer ass, bro. It’s fuckin’ driving ‘em crazy! Do you realize it’s all they’re talkin’ ‘bout on social media?”
“My ass?” Kit repeated, still not getting it.
The dude sighed. “Here. I’ll show ya.” He pulled out his phone from his skinny jeans and, swiping his finger across the screen, searched for a moment before handing it over to Kit. “There. See?”
Kit goggled, taking the phone with shaking hands. The screen was loaded with pic after pic of his butt. There were pics from swim practice, the locker room, the bathroom, the hallways, the classroom. Basically, everywhere Kit went, his butt was the target of online stalking. Everyone in the school, it seemed, was taking pictures of it and posting them online. Along with very salacious and derogatory comments.
Kit shifted in his chair, suddenly very aware that his ass was hanging out the back of his shorts. In his mind, he’d imagined that only Zhang was aware of it because he was the intended target. However, now he understood just how clueless he’d been. Of course, everyone else noticed! How could they not? It was a wonder that he hadn’t been told to cover it up. (Later, he’d learn that his butt was indeed the topic of many heated debates in the teachers’ lounge but it had been determined both by the teachers and the principal that, while he walked perilously close to the line of decency, he’d yet to cross it.)
When he lowered his head, feeling his neck turn scarlet with embarrassment, his new friend consoled him. “Whoa, hey! S’Ok, bro! I’m not tryna slut shame ya! We think it’s awesome what yer doin’! Totally!”
“Really?”
The guy nodded and several of his friends did, too. “Yep,” he said, sticking out his hand. “My name’s Pip Cabrera, by the way. I’m cis gay but I prefer gender-free pronouns. You?”
Kit blinked. “Uh, I’m not sure. I mean, I guess I don’t know what I am.”
Pip smiled. He, or they, rather, were a rare, genuinely kind person, Kit soon learned. And they quickly became his staunchest ally and best friend. “S’Ok, bro. I get it. No pressure. You don’t gotta label yerself.” They paused, leaning in so close that Kit could feel twin puffs of air from Pip’s nostrils on his cheek. “And, btw, I think yer smokin’ hot.”
Kit’s eyes went round before he collected himself. “You think…I’m hot?”
Nodding, Pip’s smile widened. “Yup. And it’s not just yer big ass, though I gotta admit that’s, ahem, a huge part of it.” They laughed, adding, “But, no, it’s you. All of you, bro. Yer like nobody else I know. Do you think we could, um, you know, maybe…?”
“Hang out sometime?” Kit finished for him. When Pip’s brown eyes lit up, he swallowed, managing to choke out, “Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, I guess.”
“Excelente,” Pip pronounced, pumping their fist in the air as they suddenly adopted a thick Mexican accent. “I look forward to it.”
Unbeknownst to either Pip or Kit, Zhang was staring at them with narrowed eyes from the table behind them.
***
Chapter 3
Kit was changing for swim practice, making sure his back was to Zhang as he bent over and pulled down his briefs. He spread his legs wide and arched his back, taking his time in lowering the little garment down his meaty thighs. It was his usual display and Zhang was his usual target audience. However, today, an unfamiliar voice behind him asked, “Oh, hey, is that you down there, Kit?”
Kit abruptly straightened, looking over his shoulder to find Pip standing behind him; Zhang was nowhere to be seen. The young guy had a slightly dazed expression on their face as they regarded Kit. When they made eye contact, they smiled disarmingly and stuck out their tongue.
“Jesus, bro, I mean…fuck,” they breathed, reaching out to steady themself against the locker as several of Kit’s teammates turned to stare in their direction. “Yer ass…yer ass…I mean, fuck! Yer ass is fuckin’ incredible!”
Kit swallowed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious and also some other unidentifiable emotion that left him lightheaded. “Er, th-th-thanks,” he managed to stammer. He knew he should cover up or at least turn away from Pip but he couldn’t make himself do it. He stood there, still half bent over with his ass pointing directly at the dude. “Wh-Wh-What’re ya doin’ here anyway? Did ya join the swim team er sumthin’?”
Pip’s smile broadened. “Yep, that’s exactly what I did. I juss signed up! Coach Chao tole me you’d show me the ropes.” As they were saying this, they commenced undressing, pulling their shirt over their head to reveal a surprisingly tanned and toned chest. “Wil ya, bro? Huh? I’ve never swum competitively before.”
The dirty looks he was getting from his teammates finally convinced Kit to straighten and stop sticking his butt at Pip but he didn’t cover his nudity as Pip undressed. He just stood there, Speedo dangling from his fingers. Finally, he realized Pip was waiting for a reply and he shook himself, saying, “Uh, yeah, sure. No problem. I’ll help ya out.”
The smile he received in return left him breathless. “I knew you’d, uh, take care of me,” Pip said with a sly wink. “Is this locker available?” He pointed to the one next to Zhang’s, just two down from Kit’s.
“Yeah, go right ahead.”
Why was Kit’s head swimming? He felt unsteady on his feet and too hot and–Oh, no! Fuck! He hurriedly turned away when he realized his cock was standing at half mast. Not cool, Kit! he chided himself, glancing surreptitiously around to be sure no one had spotted his erection. It appeared that he was safe; Pip was busy stuffing their clothes inside the locker and the rest of the guys were filtering out. Cheeks burning, he stepped into his Speedo, regretting for the first time that he’d removed the liner and cut it down to such a miniscule size. He hopped up and down in place, trying in vain to get his erection to subside.
He knew he should get the fuck out of there but, for some reason, he didn’t move. He pretended to rummage around inside his locker as Pip took off their clothes. He didn’t need to wait long. Pip was soon wearing only a bright yellow pair of skin-tight boxers that they swiftly shucked. Kicking them inside the locker, they turned to Kit, looking sheepishly downward.
“Um, sorry ‘bout my boner, bro. As you can see, you got me riled up. I promise I won’t chub up every time we do this.” They paused, a devilish expression crossing their handsome features. “No, scratch that. I can’t promise I won’t get hard. Not when yer ass is that fuckin’ fine.”
Kit was stunned. He’d never been naked with another guy who was turned on. And he was turned on, too! His erection, far from deflating, was now seriously poking out from his Speedo. He didn’t notice, though. He was too busy ogling Pip’s naked bod.
Pip was one very sexy guy! Standing nearly as tall as Zhang, they were leaner and thinner but that didn’t make them any less attractive. Their skin was dark and they sported obvious tan lines in the distinct shape of a Speedo. Clearly, the guy had spent hours out in the sun in a skimpy suit. The pale, untanned skin of their crotch–along with an eye-popping pubic tattoo–served to emphasize the length of their organ.
Pip’s manhood was long and thin, much like them. Their erection bobbed before them, easily eight inches and capped by a floppy, dark brown foreskin that hung off the tip. That foreskin looked like it had been artificially stretched, something Pip confirmed later. It also concealed a surprise: A big, round lump filled the ‘skin at the tip of their cockhead, making it look like an anaconda that had swallowed a pig. Kit was soon to learn what the lump was: A huge, heavy-gauged cock piercing. Pip was fond of piercings and body mods and had big plans for their young, tender body.
And tattoos!
Pip loved tattoos. They had twin suns tattooed around their areolas, emphasizing their nips (which were unnaturally large, evidence of vacuum-pumping.) There was another sun around their belly button and a crescent moon over their ass. Leafy vines ran up their legs and curled down their arms. The petals of a brilliant orange sunflower were tattooed around the base of their cock. A honey bee graced each of their pert butt cheeks.
Kit was mesmerized. He stood there, feeling his cock throb and a rope of drool trail out of the corner of his mouth. Pip was tickled by Kit’s reaction and grew bolder, looking around to be sure the locker room was empty before suggesting, “We got time before the coach misses us, bro. Let’s take this into the bathroom.” As an incentive, they peeled back their voluminous foreskin, revealing the huge, thick, shiny steel ring piercing their cockhead and bragged, “Yer big ass’ll be singin’ my praises after I drill this baby into it!”
When Pip dangled a bottle of lube enticingly before him, Kit stood there dumbfounded, unable to move. He’d never even thought about letting another guy fuck him. Was that what he wanted? Was he gay? Or bi? Or queer? Or whatever? His pounding heart, throbbing cock and tingling butthole told him the answer: Yes, yes, YES!!! Feeling like he was going to faint, he opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off by a cold voice.
“I don’t think so.”
Both Kit and Pip spun around to find Zhang standing behind them, arms crossed and an expression of smoldering rage on his face. As Kit stared, Zhang grabbed him by the elbow and hauled him into the showers where he proceeded to lambaste him.
“What the FUCK are ya doin’?” he demanded, pushing him roughly against the tiled wall. “In case ya forgot, this is SWIM practice not ASS-FUCKING practice! Get yer ass out in the pool right now or I’ll kick it back home.”
Kit was too taken aback to say anything. He stood there, back pressed against the clammy tile as he stared fearfully up at Zhang. He’d never seen the guy so angry before. Zhang’s face was red and his eyes were bloodshot. His broad, smooth chest was heaving and both of his hands were planted on either side of Kit’s head. His head was so close that his lips were mere inches away from Kit’s mouth. As they stood there, breathing heavily, Kit gradually became aware that the color in Zhang’s face was deepening.
But it wasn’t from anger this time.
The dude might be tanned dark but even his tan couldn’t hide the scarlet glow creeping across his cheeks. Zhang’s breathing became labored as the tension between them mounted. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and he looked bashfully away before turning and scuttling out of the showers. He was fast but not fast enough. Kit got the full view of the front of his Speedo before Zhang covered it with his hands. The pouch jutted out before him like a tent held up by a long, fat, blunt pole.
And, just like that, Kit had won the game.
***
After that, Zhang dropped his studious disregard of Kit and cockblocked Pip at every opportunity. Whenever the dude tried to get close to Kit, Zhang was there, wedging himself between them. He never said a word, just muscled his way in and pushed them apart. For their part, Pip seemed amused by the big jock’s behavior and derived evil glee out of goading Zhang.
Kit didn’t know what to do. He liked Pip–really liked them!–and resented Zhang’s interference. On the other hand, he liked it when Zhang was possessive of him. There was something sexy about having a big, muscular guy step in and take charge.
He was torn.
Which meant he played both sides of the fence. He’d search for times when Zhang was distracted and then sneak away with Pip for some mischief. Always up for fun, Pip needed no encouragement and had endless fun pushing Kit behind a door or inside a bathroom stall or wherever they could get his hands on his body without anyone noticing. They enjoyed many furtive, sweaty makeout/undressing sessions before, during and after practice.
But before Pip’s roving hands, mouth and cock could go too far, Zhang always appeared and hauled Kit away, usually by the ear, depositing him back where he could keep an eye on him. He grew increasingly aggravated and rough, something that turned Kit on to no end. He loved it when Zhang played the role of the jealous boyfriend!
He was having so much fun that he didn’t realize just how far Zhang was willing to go to keep Pip at bay. Finally, one day Zhang had enough and he lay in wait for the hapless dude as he left swim practice. If Pip wouldn’t stay away from Kit, Zhang was determined to take him out. Permanently.
Later that evening, Kit was exiting the natatorium building when he heard a low moaning coming from the bushes nearby. Curious, he investigated. There was a tennis shoe on the sidewalk and shrubbery was strewn about, clear evidence of a scuffle. When he noticed the dark spatters of blood leading into the foliage, he grew worried and rushed over to see what had happened.
“Gàn!” came a voice buried within the shrubbery, “how was I ‘sposed to know the motherfucker could fight?” There was a long sigh followed by another moan. “And he knows wǔshù, too!”
“Zhang?” Kit called out, immediately recognizing the speaker. “What happened to you?”
A movement far in the shadows caught his attention and he scurried over, discovering Zhang curled up in a ball and writhing in pain.
“Zhang! Zhang!” Kit yelled, squatting down and placing his hands on him. “Are you alright?”
The big jock flinched away, whining, “I’m fine. Just leave me alone!”
Kit frowned. “Zhang, you are not Ok. C’mon, lemme help!”
In the end, Kit carried Zhang all the way home on his shoulders. The jock was bulky and heavier than shit but this was where Kit’s weightlifting regimen paid off. His leg, thigh and butt muscles were more developed than ever and capable of holding up under intense pressure. After a half hour trek that felt like it would never end, he stumbled through the front door of their house, pouring sweat and breathing heavily. Discovering the place was empty, he waddled through the darkened living room with Zhang still riding piggyback, eventually depositing him on the bed in his bedroom. Turning on the light and carefully unfolding the jock’s arms and legs, he surveyed the damage.
Zhang was a bloody mess. His lip was torn and his eye was blackened. A gash ran across his cheek. His clothing was stained red with blood and one ankle was swollen. As Kit examined him, Zhang reached down and cupped his package in his hands, moaning, “A-eesh! The fucker kicked me in the nuts! I think he unmanned me!”
“Who did this to you?” Kit demanded, taken aback by the extent of the injuries. “We need to call the police! And an ambulance!”
Zhang cracked an eyelid, staring balefully up at him. “No, Bǎobǎo,” he breathed, wincing in pain. “I’ll be fine. Just lemme rest.”
“Zhang!” Kit protested. “You need to see a doctor! You’re really hurt!”
The big jock made no reply to this. Lying back with a sigh, he closed his eyes and fell silent. Kit stood over him, debating what to do. Should he call 9-1-1? Zhang’s condition looked serious. Eventually, he made a decision and, turning to grab the first aid kit from the kitchen, proceeded to undress the big jock and clean up his wounds.
Zhang didn’t resist when Kit tugged his ripped tank top over his head and assessed the damage. “It could be worse, I ‘spose,” he muttered, dabbing iodine on an abrasion before covering it with a bandage. A high-pitched whine from beside the bed caught his attention then and he turned to discover Zhang’s monkey, Abu, staring at them with obvious concern. He was clinging to the bars of the cage, looking pitiful.
“S’Ok,” Zhang whispered, head turned to the side. “Let him out. He’ll behave.”
After a brief hesitation, Kit complied, unlocking the cage and setting the little monkey free. Abu promptly leaped across the bed and curled protectively around the top of Zhang’s head like a furry cap. Zhang chuckled when the monkey wrapped his tail under his chin and lifted a hand to stroke its back.
Kit returned to tending Zhang’s wounds. After cleaning and bandaging the cuts on his face, he focused on the big guy’s arms and legs before helping him to turn over onto his belly. Zhang’s back was bruised and battered but there were no further cuts or abrasions. Kit rubbed in some ointment and then helped Zhang roll back over onto his back.
“There,” Kit pronounced. “I’ll get you some water and a painkiller. You should rest.”
“What? Aren’t ya gonna…um, you know?”
Kit looked at the big jock blankly.
Zhang sighed, lifting his butt off the bed and wiggling suggestively. “My shorts, bro. Take ‘em off.”
“What? No!” Kit protested, backing away with his hands up.
Zhang looked pained. “Ah, c’mon, bro! Help a guy out! I need ya to look at my balls and make sure they’re not busted or sumthin’!”
“Look at your balls?” Kit repeated, aghast. “You gotta be kiddin’!”
“Just do it, Kit!” Zhang pleaded. “I’m beggin’ ya!”
Kit stood there indecisively for a moment. When Zhang thrust out his lower lip and pouted, batting his long eyelashes at him, he finally caved, huffing, “Oh, alright! But just this one time!”
Zhang exhaled audibly with relief, lifting his butt further off the bed to facilitate the removal of his shorts. Kit braced himself, settling back down beside the wounded jock and gingerly grasping the waistband of his shorts. Taking a deep breath, he pulled down.
The shorts slid off, revealing Zhang in all of his eye-popping magnificence. No matter how often Kit saw it, Zhang’s giant schlong never failed to impress. It was quite simply perfect: Long and thick, fatter at the base and capped with a really tight, fluted foreskin. Completely devoid of any trace of hair, the skin of his pubes and shaft and balls was silky and nubile. It was impossible to look at it without feeling envy. And desire.
“My balls, dude,” Zhang prompted when Kit’s admiration had gone on long enough. “Can you look at ‘em to make sure they’re Ok? Be gentle, though!”
Kit couldn’t believe what he was doing. He reached out with shaking fingers and very carefully cupped those kingsized testicles. So big and heavy! They were so huge that they spilled out of his palm. He had to use both hands to hold them!
Zhang lifted his head and looked down at him. “Well?”
“Dude! Yer balls are so frickin’ huge I can’t tell if they’re swollen or if this is their normal size! Do they hurt?”
“Yeah,” came the weak reply. “But that feels good. Can you just keep doing that for a while? It’s helping. I can tell it’s helping.”
“Zhang, are you punking me?” Kit demanded. “Is this an excuse to get me to touch yer dick?”
“You’re not touching my dick,” Zhang pointed out. “You’re touching balls. And, no, this isn’t a trick. Just keep holding ‘em like that. Please?”
Kit held them, rolling them gently back and forth in his hands and marveling at their heft and softness. He’d never touched another guy’s balls before and the experience left him feeling profoundly touched. A guy’s testicles were the very essence of his manhood…his very vulnerable manhood. Hanging outside the body, completely unprotected and so susceptible to injury, especially when they were so big. Ironically, the very thing that made Zhang a big man also made him a target. All it would take is one, quick kick and he’d be completely immobilized.
This was, no doubt, a fact that had not escaped the mind of his attacker. Whoever took Zhang down, Kit was sure, had gone after his balls first.
“Oof, sorry. My bad.”
Kit was so lost in the unexpectedly sensuous pleasure of holding another guy’s balls that he didn’t notice something…big…was happening. With coloring cheeks, he watched in stunned surprise as Zhang’s sleeping giant woke. His long, fat schlong was rapidly becoming longer and fatter. He stared in awe as the dude’s massive cockhead swelled and pushed through the constrictive sleeve of his foreskin, looking for all the world like an one-eyed monster emerging from within the folds of a turtleneck.
“How ‘bout if you come up here, Bǎobǎo?”
Kit didn’t resist when Zhang pulled him up and coaxed him into the position of the little spoon. Soon, his firm body was against him and he was driving his girthy fuckstick into the cleft of his ass. Kit was still clothed but it made little difference. The dude’s blunt cockhead was wedged deeply between his ass cheeks, grinding against his little, virgin hole. He moaned in pleasure. Who knew getting poked down there could feel so good?
“Yer my little bro,” Zhang whispered in his ear. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.” He wrapped his big, strong arms around Kit and hugged him tightly. The movement caused his big cock to slide between Kit’s legs and soon Zhang was treating him to a passionate bout of intercrural humping. The stud’s organ was so long, even passing between Kit’s legs, it still out-manned his comparatively short dick on the other side. How the fuck was that possible?
Kit quailed, though, when Zhang tried to pull down his shorts. “No! I’m not ready for that!”
“Whaddaya mean?” Zhang pressed. “Every chance ya get for the past two weeks, you’ve been trying to ride Pip’s cock. What gives now?”
“Pip isn’t as big as you,” Kit pointed out. “And ‘sides, yer injured. Let’s just take things slow for now.”
In answer, Zhang flipped him around and kissed him. Passionately. While also undressing him. Kit’s system was so overstimulated with the big jock’s tongue filling his mouth that he sort of blanked out. The next thing he knew, he was naked and Zhang was on top of him, rubbing that preternaturally huge cock up and down, up and down, up and down his body. Kit’s very averaged-sized cock was rock hard, completely dwarfed by Zhang’s masterpiece.
He loved it!
He fucking loved it!
He moaned in ecstasy, grabbing Zhang’s meaty ass cheeks and pulling him down on top of him until he was being squashed beneath the jock’s superior weight. He and Zhang were soon hot and sweaty, their mutually smooth, hairless bodies slick and frictionless together. When he happened to let his roving hands explore the cleft of Zhang’s ass, his finger brushing the jock’s tight pucker, Zhang froze.
Pushing himself up on his hands, he stared down at Kit with a perplexed look on his face. “What’re you doing, bro?”
“I’m fingering your butthole.”
Zhang laughed. “I know that! It’s just–”
“Just what?”
“Nobody’s ever touched me there before,” Zhang said. “I don’t know how I feel about it.”
Kit smiled, lifting his mouth to kiss the sexy jock. “Welcome to my world, dude! Did ya ever think that maybe, just maybe, I feel the same way as you? I mean, I’ve never been touched down there, either.”
“But…Pip? Haven’t you and Pip…you know?”
“Not yet!” Kit replied. “He hasn’t even so much as touched my hole yet. You’ve never left us alone for long enough!”
Relief flooded over Zhang’s features. “Really? You’re not lying to me to make me feel better, are you?” When Kit shook his head, Zhang’s face softened and he lowered himself back down on top of Kit, saying, “In that case, feel away. Just don’t get too carried away, Ok? I’m a top after all and nuthin’s gonna change that.”
“You sure ‘bout that?” Kit taunted, teasing his finger into Zhang asshole. It was just a quarter of an inch but it was enough to get the big guy’s attention.
“Yes!” Zhang protested. “Now stop!” He reached back and removed Kit’s roving hands from his buttocks and placed them both over his head, pinning him against the pillow.
Kit looked up at him, drowning in Zhang’s feral gaze. The big jock was on fire with lust, devouring Kit with his eyes and smothering him beneath his massive bulk. He was lowering himself down to devour his mouth when something wet and slimy landed against Kit’s cheek.
Both guys froze.
“What the–?” Kit started to say as he turned his head, seeking the source of the slime…only to be completely grossed out the next instant when he spotted Abu. Forgotten by both Kit and Zhang in the heat of their passion, the little monkey was squatting beside their heads, mere inches away, jacking his erect and surprisingly long, thin dick. As they stared, he sprayed his seed far and wide, liberally coating both Kit and Zhang’s faces with monkey cum.
Kit felt like he was going to be sick. He’d just been bukkaked by a fuckin’ monkey! It was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to him! “Oh, that little fucker didn’t just–” he started to say but the words died in his throat when Zhang did the unthinkable: The big jock lowered his head and licked Kit completely clean of monkey spooge, smacking his lips when he was finished.
“What?” he asked innocently as Kit gaped in horror at him. “It’s our thing. I lick him when he’s done and then he licks me. Don’t you–?” He never finished. Kit had already shoved him off of him and was stalking out of the room. He slammed the door behind him, leaving a startled Zhang and Abu in his wake.
Zhang stared after him for a moment before shrugging and slicking back his foreskin. He was horny as fuck and not about to let an opportunity to drain his balls pass by, regardless of what his prissy American boyfriend might think.
“You’ll clean me up when I’m done,” he asked the still jacking Abu, “won’t ya, bro?”
***
Chapter 4
“Whoa,” Pip breathed. “That’s fuckin’ kinky!”
Kit shuddered. “I know, right? That’s seriously fucked up shit. Eating monkey cum! Yuck!”
Pip repositioned Kit on his lap, lodging his throbbing boner in the cleft of his ass. They were both nearly naked, each just wearing a tiny jockstrap, sitting on a bench in a darkened corner of the park across the street from Pip’s house. (The dude had finally given Kit permission to use male pronouns when referring to him because Kit kept screwing up. ‘Plus,’ he’d said with a wink, ‘you make me feel like a man so I might as well show it!’)
Pip, Kit had learned, was just as much of an exhibitionist as he was. Together they got off on pushing far beyond the boundaries of public decency. And already they had an audience: Two older guys were jacking off nearby as they watched the two teens getting ready to fuck.
“I don’t know,” Pip drawled, acting completely nonchalant. “I think it’s kinda hot. It kinda bumps Zhang up a few notches in my book. I never had him pegged as such a pervert.”
“Ungh!”
That response was involuntary on Kit’s part. You see, Pip had just pulled down the waistband of his jockstrap and freed his eight-incher and it was now pressed insistently against the tender skin of Kit’s virgin hole. Even still covered by foreskin, the big piercing pushing against his rosebud left him breathless. He wanted Pip to fuck him so bad!
“You ready, bro?” Pip lifted his head and met Kit’s lips, kissing him deeply before parting again. “I got the lube ready. Just say the word.” He looked around, smirking as one of the guys watching them pulled out his phone and commenced recording. “There’s no Zhang around to stop us this time!”
Kit was panting so hard it took him a while to respond. Finally, he gasped, “Yeah, but I kinda wanna lick yer asshole first. Can I? I mean, it’s only fair, right?”
Pip grinned. “I love the way you think, bro! ‘Course you can toss my salad! Here, lay down.” He helped Kit off his lap and urged him to recline on the grass next to the bench. Kit complied, for the first time feeling conscious of the fact that he was basically naked in public with his erection stretching out the pouch of his jockstrap.
With Kit staring up at him, Pip placed both feet on either side of his head and squatted, spreading his surprisingly large ass cheeks wide with both hands. It was dark but even so Kit had a clear view of his winking butthole…and the pink pansy tattooed around it.
“Like my flower, bud?” Pip taunted. “I figured a pink pansy was perfect for me ‘cuz, you know, no one’s a bigger pansy than me!”
“You are like no one I’ve ever met,” Kit agreed, feeling a mixture of admiration, lust and amusement wash over him as he regarded the kid’s asshole. From the large diameter of that butthole, it was clear Pip was no stranger to a good fucking.
He stuck out his tongue, swallowing loads of saliva. The forbidden sight of a man’s asshole was having a strange effect on him. On the one hand, he was grossed out and, on the other, he’d never been harder. He’d only had sex a handful of times in his life but never had he been this turned on. What was wrong with him? I guess I really am a big fag after all, he thought, shaking his head. Or at least mostly a fag. Up until now, he’d only had sex with girls and each time the experience had been fun but nothing like this. All it took was the right man–or make that the right men–to wake me up!
And now that he was fag, he was intent on being the sluttiest ever. He had to make up for lost time!
Pip was grinning down at him through the space of his spread thighs. “Yeah, that’s right, bro. I saw through you right away. I knew you were nuthin’ but a huge gay slut. Us freaks can sniff each other out…like yer sniffin’ my asshole right now!”
It was true. Kit was smelling Pip’s asshole…and loving it. The dude was ripe down there to say the least and it was driving him crazy. He thrust his face upward and jammed his tongue into that tantalizing cleft, brain exploding as he tasted a whole host of musky flavors.
Down below, Pip was all man. Sure, he might wear makeup and have pink hair but below the belt where it counted, he was one hundred percent, red-blooded, hard-cocked man. And Kit loved every bit of him. Somehow the juxtaposition of Pip’s feminine coyness and masculine dominance added up to more than the sum of his parts and Kit couldn’t get enough of him.
He ate Pip’s asshole with a passion. Only after he’d tongue-raped him for a good half hour did he move on to the long cock bobbing between his legs. He deep-throated that cock, taking the full eight inches inside–along with the huge piercing–and sucked him to a massive climax. He even swallowed every drop of the dude’s hot jizz, relishing the bitter flavor as it slid over his tongue and down his throat.
That was it.
He was officially a fag.
“Now for yer hole,” Pip announced, sagging down to rest his bare ass on Kit’s chest. Both of them were gasping for air and both were still on fire with lust. As a teenager with an endless libido, Pip’s big organ was already plumping up again, his piercing thumped up and down against Kit’s chin.
Their audience had grown. When Kit looked over, he was startled to see two policemen standing side by side, only ten feet away. He smirked when he noticed their pants were unzipped and each was slowly jacking the other, their eyes burning with lust as they watched these two kids get it on in public so brazenly.
“Yeah, I knew they’d be here,” Pip commented, following Kit’s gaze. “They walk this beat every Thursday night. Sometimes, I let ‘em fuck me with their billy clubs…and their other clubs, too. When yer ready, I’ll introduce ‘em to ya. They’re kinda rough but they sure know how to fuck a hole.” He shivered, adding, “Just like me. Now get ready. Here’s the lube!”
He thrust a plastic tube into Kit’s hand and they traded places. Now Kit was balanced precariously over Pip’s pulsing organ, looking at the long cock that was about to take his ass virginity. When he hesitated, Pip coaxed the lube out of his hand and, squirting it into his palm, slicked up his cock and pulled back his foreskin. The giant piercing glittered mesmerizingly in the streetlights as Pip reached up and palmed Kit’s asshole, slathering it liberally.
“Ready, bro? There’s no going back once I’m inside ya.”
Kit braced, suddenly fearful. Was he ready? That piercing looked pretty big. And what about a condom? What if Pip–?
Reading his mind, Pip reassured, “I’m on PReP, dude. And I’m clean; I get tested every few weeks. Plus, I’m guessin’ yer a virgin. That means we don’t got nuthin’ to worry ‘bout.” When Kit remained mute, he smiled, saying, “Ok, ready or not, here I cum!”
With that, he bucked his hips upward and parted Kit’s big, fat ass cheeks with his long cock. There was an agonizing moment when Kit’s sphincter contracted at the touch of that giant, silver ring piercing the head of Pip’s cock. He cried out, vision washing red with pain, but then Pip was inside him and thrusting boldly upward, pounding his prostate into submission. He screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing his head back and feeling his long, sweaty, shaggy hair slap the nape of his neck. And then he was bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down, driving Pip’s cock deeper and deeper inside him.
It was a wild ride, one that left him whimpering in pain and ecstasy by the time Pip exploded, pumping him full of red hot cum. He collapsed then, allowing Pip to sit up and cradle him in his lap. The kid’s cock was plenty long enough to stay embedded as Kit wrapped his meaty legs around Pip’s narrow waist. He lowered his head and devoured Pip’s mouth, chewing on his tongue and trying his best to consume him completely.
He barely noticed that Pip was fiddling with the pouch of his jockstrap until he grabbed his hard cock and started stroking. Kit arched his back and moaned in delight. It was the first hand job of his life by another guy and, having a long, hard cock inside him at the same time only made it feel more forbidden. He shot load after load after load until their bellies were drenched with his jizz.
It was pure heaven.
And it was all recorded.
Which meant footage of their sexual escapade was soon uploaded to the Internet and shared far and wide.
It was official: Not only was Kit a huge fag, he was also a shameless exhibitionist.
His reputation never recovered…but he didn’t care. He was too busy getting his huge bottom fucked by pretty much any guy he could find. His new life as a cockslut had begun.
***
Zhang was at the front door waiting for him when he slinked home well after midnight. Balancing on a crutch with one ankle wrapped in a temporary cast, the big jock sniffed the air around Kit’s body, bending down and spending a long time smelling his crotch area. When he straightened, his face was livid.
“You got fucked, didn’t you?” he stated, fists clenching. “That little freak finally destroyed yer flower.”
Kit pushed past him, shaking his head. “Whatever, dude. At least he doesn’t drink monkey cum!”
Zhang’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. He was powerless to resist when the big guy spun him roughly around and pushed him against the wall. “You will NEVER go near him again,” he spat, eyes blazing. “Do you hear me? My cock is the only thing that will go up yer asshole again. Got it, bro?”
Somehow Kit found the inner wherewithal to stand up to him. Pushing himself up to his full height, he barked, “My asshole, in case you’ve forgotten, doesn’t belong to you, Zhang. In fact, my asshole belongs to any cock that wants to fuck it. Yeah, that’s right!” he continued, crowing with victory, “Pip’s wasn’t the only cock inside me tonight!”
Hurt and rage vied for dominance on Zhang’s face as he stared down at him. Kit was unphased, however, and merely smiled challengingly up at him. He refused to apologize for his sluttiness! He was proud of himself for taking three cocks up the ass that night!
He was opening his mouth to taunt Zhang further when he suddenly became aware that his brother and mother were standing just inside the doorway; they had witnessed the whole thing.
Time seemed to freeze as Kit turned and met their horrified stares. He pushed Zhang off of him and, mustering the shreds of his dignity about him like a tattered shawl, he sauntered past them, his big, freshly-fucked ass swaying salaciously behind him.
***
Chapter 4
Kit embraced his newfound sluttiness with open arms (and an open butthole), getting fucked by scores of guys over the next few weeks. He downloaded every gay hookup app he could find and spent countless hours scrolling and messaging, arranging meetings that inevitably ended with him bending over. He didn’t have high standards; any dude who could get hard was good enough for him.
When the university mistakenly refunded his tuition, he spent the money on a motorcycle, using it to cruise the rest stops, city parks and public restrooms. Never a day went by without his ass getting fucked by at least a half dozen dudes. His butthole had never been so raw…or happy. He loved every second he spent on the other end of a man’s cock and drifted through the days in a sultry haze of post-coital bliss. The highlight of his new life as a gay bottom was serving as the football team’s communal cumdump after practice. Rarely had he felt so good while simultaneously being humiliated beyond belief. Pictures and vids of his exploits were posted all over social media.
He quickly discovered what women had always known: The reputation of the one getting fucked always suffered more than the one doing the fucking. A guy can basically fuck whoever he wants and still be seen as a big stud. But if a woman or gay man gets fucked by more than one person, they are branded a huge slut. It was a story as old as time…or at least as old as the patriarchy.
Kit derived perverse glee from being ostracized by his friends and family. With Pip there to cheer him on (and to fuck him whenever he wanted), he had all the encouragement he needed. He wore his fallen status as a badge of honor, knowing that the same guys who derided him in the hallways would be waiting for him by the dumpsters after school with their jeans around their ankles and hard cocks ready to use his hole.
He became well known at the county health department where he was treated for a string of sexually transmitted diseases. From gonorrhea to anal warts to herpes, he had it all. Fortunately, he was good about taking PrEP and received a vaccination against Hepatitis B or he might have suffered more serious conditions. Even so, he was on a near constant dose of antibiotics.
Zhang watched his antics with impotent rage. Confined to crutches and unable to drive, he was powerless to stop Kit and spent his time hobbling around and glowering. Somehow, this only provoked Kit more and he goaded Zhang, bragging loudly about his hookups whenever the big jock was in ear shot. He loved watching Zhang’s handsome face distorted by murderous jealousy; it gave him a thrill nearly as fun as getting his hole packed.
There was just one problem.
His hunger for cock only grew stronger as the days wore on. And not just any cock: He longed for a truly big cock to fill his hole. The bigger, the better. While at first he wasn’t very discriminating, as he became more experienced and his hole stretched out from overuse, he craved bigger and bigger dicks.
At first, it wasn’t hard to find them. He took to hanging out down by the basketball courts after school. Tall guys invariably had big dicks and basketball jocks tended to not wear underwear. He could easily spot the biggest dicks just by watching the jocks’ shorts. The truly hung dudes had the floppiest cocks.
After about a month of riding bigger and bigger cocks, though, he’d maxed out and was having trouble finding any guy who was bigger than about a foot long and three inches in diameter down there. He wanted more! Bigger! Longer! Fatter!
His hole was insatiable…which inevitably led him back to Zhang. Even soft, Zhang’s cock was bigger than the fattest monster he’d been fucked by. Surely, Zhang would help him out!
Unfortunately, Zhang was a pent-up tower of rage by this point and didn’t respond kindly to Kit’s advances when he cornered him in his bedroom. He rebuffed him violently, shoving him away and shouting, “You had your chance but I wasn’t good enough! Well, you can just go fuck yerself with yer own little dick. I’m not touching you. Period.”
“Awww, c’mon, Zhang!” Kit pleaded, getting down on his hands and knees and waggling his massive ass at the big jock. “Juss once. All ya do is fuck me once. That’s all I’m asking.”
The sight of his big butt jiggling to and fro gave Zhang momentary pause but he caught himself and turned his broad back on Kit.
Knowing that he had the advantage, Kit persisted, even pulling down his shorts and exposing his bare bottom in all its fat and muscular glory. He spread his legs, allowing Zhang a glimpse of his eager (and very gaping) hole. “Zhaaaaang,” he called out, jiggling his buttocks enticingly. “I know ya wanna fuck me!” Despite his best efforts, the big jock found himself lured into turning around. His mouth fell open and a rope of saliva trailed out of the corner of his lips at the sight of Kit’s giant ass. Kit grinned. “I’ll do anything ya want, bro!” he promised. “Anything! Juss fuck me!”
There was a long silence as Zhang warred with himself. Eventually, he gave in, though. With a heavy sigh of resignation, he said, “Ok, I’ll do it. But on three conditions.”
Kit crowed with victory, pumping his fist. “Anything!” he gasped. “I’ll do anything!”
An evil smile spread across Zhang’s face as he eyed Kit speculatively. Holding his chin in his hand, he stated, “First, ya gotta let me live-stream it.”
“Done!” Kit agreed. He’d been live-streamed getting fucked many times already. It was no big deal.
Zhang’s smile widened. “Second, ya gotta wear this.” Turning to rummage around in his dresser, he produced a tiny tank top and thong. They were red, white and blue and patterned in the style of the American flag.
Kit stared at the tiny garments only a moment before consenting. “No problem! I’ve always been a patriotic American. I’ll wear ‘em!”
“Good,” Zhang intoned, still grinning to himself. “Now for the last thing: You gotta get yer balls cut off first. I’ll only fuck ya if yer neutered.”
Kit stared, frozen in horror. “What? I’m sorry. What’d ya say?”
“You heard me: Yer nuts. I want ‘em in a jar. That’s the only way I’ll do it.”
Kit gaped up at the big jock, his whole body suddenly overcome with a bout of shivers. “Zh-Zh-Zhang,” he stammered finally. “Y-Y-You can’t be serious! C’mon! I’m not gonna have myself neutered! That’s juss crazy!”
Zhang shrugged his huge shoulders. “Maybe. But it’s the only way you’ll get anywhere near my big, fat, hulking man-cock. And it’s the only way I can keep you in line. Once it’s done and you’ve handed me yer balls in a jar, I’ll decide if ya get to take testosterone. I may let ya stay a man…or I may not. It’ll depend on how I’m feeling and how well you behave.”
“ZHANG!” Kit cried, grabbing the jock’s hands. “DON’T DO THIS TO ME! IT’S NOT RIGHT!”
“I’m not making ya do anything,” Zhang pointed out, gently extracting his hands from Kit’s grip. “I’m juss telling ya what the terms are. And I’ll only fuck ya if you do all three things. Got it?”
***
When Kit finally met up with Pip in the park across from his house, the kid took the news blithely. Not understanding how his friend could be so calm, Kit pressed, “Did ya hear me? He wants to have me neutered!”
Pip smiled, looking like the cat that ate the canary. “Yep, I heard ya, dude.”
“Well? Isn’t it outrageous?”
“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, reaching up to push a stray lock of Kit’s hair out of his eyes. “But it doesn’t matter ‘cuz there’s sumthin’ even better than Zhang’s big cock.”
Kit’s eyes narrowed skeptically. “What?”
Pip’s smile turned into a big grin. “My even bigger cock!”
Kit started to roll his eyes but then Pip removed his backpack from his lap and, standing up, stuck his crotch in Kit’s face. Kit stared in disbelief: The bulge contained in the skinny guy’s shorts was stupendously large; it looked like he’d stuffed a ripe watermelon in there. “P-P-Pip,” he sputtered. “What’d ya do?”
“Silicone,” his friend replied smugly. “I filled my cock and balls with two liters of silicone. Now I got the fattest dick ever, bro!”
As Kit stared, Pip looked over his shoulder to be sure no one was watching and shimmied down his shorts with difficulty. Underneath, he was wearing a jockstrap with a customized pouch. The behemoth straining to rip free of that pouch stretched credulity and Kit swallowed, breathless. While his pulse hammered in his temple, Pip worked the wide waistband of the jockstrap inch by inch downward, slowly revealing the base of his much altered cock.
It was eye-popping.
Kit couldn’t comprehend how a cock could be that fat. Well over six inches in diameter, Pip’s cock was bloated and thick and heavy. When he finally managed to liberate the monster, it flopped heavily down against his thighs, a lumpy mass of silicone and over-stretched skin. He waggled it provocatively, laughing at Kit’s stunned reaction.
“See?” he crowed. “Problem solved! You don’t gotta give up yer nuts to get fucked by the biggest cock in the world anymore. I’ll do it for free!” When Kit continued to stare stupidly at the enormous monstrosity, he added, “See, bro, I know you better than you know yerself by now. I could tell you were after bigger and bigger cocks and knew eventually you’d run out. So, I decided to help ya out.” He grinned, patting his obese member fondly. “This baby’s all yers and yer hole’ll never get tired of it. Now let’s fuck!”
They did.
Or tried to.
There was just one problem. In Pip’s zeal to give Kit the cock of his dreams, he’d overdone it and filled his cock with too much silicone. Pip’s cock might be over eight inches long but it was also very thin. So thin that, surrounded by such a huge buffer of silicone, his shaft was way too soft and squishy to penetrate Kit’s hole. Even as loose as Kit was, Pip’s cock was no more than a soft pillow under his ass. After more than an hour of trying every position possible, Kit was no closer to getting his wish than before. They were finally forced to give up.
Hot and sweaty and unfulfilled, Kit slumped down on the ground next to Pip. His little cock and hole were both throbbing, longing for the release of getting fucked by a truly huge man-cock. He sighed quietly, keen to protect his friend’s feelings. As unhappy as he was, he knew that Pip was feeling even worse.
“Fuck,” Pip breathed, looking at the mass of silicone sliding and slipping over his crotch. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, bro,” Kit said, reaching out to take his friend’s hand. “I appreciate what ya did for me. And you look super hot like this. I can’t wait to see you walking down the halls at school.”
Pip laughed ruefully. “Yeah, there’s no way I can hide this monster now, right?” He was silent for a moment before squeezing Kit’s hand. “Still, I might have to see if there’s a way to remove some of it. I’m not sure if I wanna go through the rest of my life as a permanent bottom freak.”
“Yeah, maybe have ‘em take out just a little,” Kit conceded. “Enough that you still fuck.”
Pip was quiet, contemplating. Finally, he sighed, “I’ll see. The problem is that it’s not gonna be covered by insurance. I might be stuck like this for a long time until I can save up enough money.”
***
When Kit woke up from surgery, Zhang was sitting by his bedside, looking exultant. “Congratulations! You did it, boi!” he praised, squeezing Kit’s hand. “Yer no longer a man!”
“Um, yay, I guess,” Kit said, smiling weakly. The throbbing…down there…was already unpleasant and bound to get worse as the sedative wore off. “It’s gonna be weird.”
He looked away when he spotted the little glass jar that Zhang had placed on the table beside the bed. He didn’t want to see the two, pale orbs of tissue floating inside. My manhood, he thought, feeling a knot in his chest. I gave up my manhood!
“It’s for the best,” Zhang stated. “You were gettin’ too full of yerself. Now I can keep you in line.”
“Does that mean that you’ll let me take testosterone?” Kit begged. “I don’t wanna get fat and soft and lose all my body hair!”
“We’ll see,” Zhang murmured, stroking his hand. “We’ll see.”
***
When he healed, he looked like a total freak. He stared down at his pathetic little dick, realizing it was even more pathetic and little now that he had no balls. Before, his cock had at least been thick if not very long. Now, though, that had changed and it was both short and slender. Even his cockhead had shrunk down to the size of a peanut. The doctor had removed any trace of his nutsack and he was left with just his circumcised nub poking out from his pubes. When he got hard, his erection barely measured three inches and that was being generous.
“Yer my little, neutered boi,” Zhang teased, coming up behind him and squeezing his big buttocks. “Just like you should have been from the start.”
“Stop!” Kit complained, filled with regret at his stupid decision to have his balls chopped off. “It’s not funny!”
“Don’t worry, boi!” Zhang laughed, pushing his incredibly girthy package into the cleft of his butt. “You got a big, strong man to look out for you now. To keep you under control.”
Kit shivered in spite of himself; for some reason, it thrilled him when the big jock taunted him. “Zhang,” he whined, hating his high-pitched voice. “W-W-W-We had a deal, right? You tole me if I removed my balls, you’d fuck me. When’re ya gonna do it?”
“Soon, lil’ boi. Soon,” was all the big jock said before sauntering away, his huge package swaying alluringly back and forth inside his loose boxers.
Kit sighed. Zhang’d been saying the same thing for over a month.
***
Chapter 5
Zhang refused to allow him to get testosterone injections.
As the weeks wore on, Kit’s formerly firm and muscular body softened considerably. His body hair stopped growing. His hips widened and rolls of flab developed around his waist, giving him a very noticeable muffin top. His belly protruded and sagged over his little nub. His cheeks grew full and rosy and his beard disappeared. He gained over fifty pounds and was forced to shop for new clothes. He looked more and more feminine as all of his jawline softened and his body lost all firmness.
The worst part was his new breasts.
His nipples grew puffy and fat even as his pecs sagged, growing rounder and fuller with breast tissue. He stared at his naked body in horror one morning, realizing he had become thoroughly androgenous. The plump, girly freak looking back at him with full lips and long eyelashes was a stranger. He opened his mouth and cried, his voice high-pitched and shrill. His masculinity had vanished and he bore no resemblance to the vaunted soccer jock of four months ago.
Even so, Zhang didn’t give in to his pleas. “No,” he said flatly when Kit begged him for testosterone. “Yer a freak and I’m gonna keep ya that way. You’re better behaved like this.”
It was true.
No one wanted to fuck him anymore and, honestly, as the male hormones fled his system, he lost his drive to be fucked…with one important exception: His longing to be close to Zhang, to be held by Zhang, to be touched by Zhang, and especially his longing to have Zhang’s huge cock inside him grew unbearable. Being anywhere near the big jock drove him insane with lust and he couldn’t control himself. He hung on Zhang’s every word, every gesture and every glance.
Oh, he could have filled his prescription for testosterone without Zhang’s permission but he didn’t dare. He knew that if he disobeyed the man, he could kiss goodbye his chance to get fucked by the biggest cock in the world. And, if he was honest, he enjoyed Zhang’s control over him. He liked being the big jock’s whiny bitch. It thrilled him beyond measure on the rare occasions when Zhang condescended to pay attention to him. Usually this was in the form of a derogatory sneer and insult but every once in a while the jock would place his huge hand on Kit’s soft shoulder and squeeze. Kit’s tiny prick would spring to life–an increasingly rare event these days!–and he’d melt again Zhang’s tight, firm, muscular body.
He and Pip made quite a pair during swim practice. He felt like a bloated whale wearing a skimpy Speedo and Pip’s silicone-filled package bulged obscenely out of the specially tailored pouch of his own swimsuit. Coach Chao would have kicked them off the team if she weren’t so desperate. As slow as they were, she needed them to fill the requisite slots on the team. They would bob along,
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