Chapter 1

“Sorry, Miller,” Coach Espinosa was saying, “yer not the lead striker no more. We got a new guy this season and I’m demoting ya. Yer second string…for now.”

Rhys Miller stared at the coach, jaw hanging open. “But–”

Espinosa put a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, buddy, I know it’s a blow but ya lost yer edge.” He let his gaze slip casually downward to Rhys’ protruding stomach. “It might be a good idea to lay off the carbs for a while. I mean, if ya lost a few pounds, it wouldn’t–”

Rhys’ ears turned bright red. “Are you telling me I’m fat?” he demanded, unconsciously sucking in his gut. “I’m only a few pounds heavier than I was in the spring! So, I gained a little during my summer internship! So, what? I’ll lose it in no time! You’ll see!”

Coach Espinosa shook his head. “Yer not fat, kid, just not as fast as you used to be. I’ll tell you what, play defender for now and we’ll see in a few weeks if you’ve…uh, improved…enough to handle being lead again.”

With effort, Rhys bit off the sharp retort he desperately wanted to shout. His eyes were burning and, to his undying shame, he realized that he was blinking back tears. His back was turned to his teammates but he was certain they were silently laughing at him. Oh, Rhys Miller is finally getting taken down a peg, he imagined them thinking. He’s always so full of himself! But now he’s fat and out of shape. He’ll be off the team in no time!

The coach took his silence as acquiescence and patted him on the shoulder, pushing him onto the field. “There ya go now. That’s a good boy,” he murmured somewhat patronizingly. “Go get ‘em, Tiger!”

Rhys went rigid at this, temper flaring. He had turned to yell back at Espinosa when he spotted a young guy jogging out of the locker rooms and onto the field. Despite his foul mood, his heart leaped and, before he knew it, he had quite forgotten the humiliation of being demoted and was sprinting happily down to meet him.

“Kao!” he shouted, waving his arms wildly. “Kao Saetang! Hey, Kao!”

The young jock stopped mid-stride, his broad, handsome face breaking into a wide grin at the sight of Rhys. And then he was throwing himself at Rhys and hugging him fiercely. They stayed like that for a long time, rocking back and forth and laughing like little boys.

When they had finally parted, Rhys looked his friend up and down, exclaiming, “Jesus, bro! Yer a beast! I mean, look at you! You’ve been lifting weights, huh?”

Kao nodded. Dressed in the same sleeveless black jersey and nylon shorts as the rest of the team, he stood apart from everyone with his broad shoulders and extraordinarily well-muscled arms. Rhys was taken aback by his longtime friend’s changes: Kao had always been a somewhat pudgy kid with thin arms and spindly legs. Now, however, he’d filled out and possessed a true man’s body. Standing about six feet tall, he was stocky without being heavy. In fact, as Rhys was soon to learn when they stripped down in the locker room after practice, Kao was so lean and ripped that he put Rhys to shame.

Kao was looking at him with a twinkle in his eyes and Rhys was momentarily dazzled. If he’d been gay, he would have swooned but fortunately he was 100% straight and therefore only mildly affected by his friend’s studly beauty. In the three or so years since he’d seen him last, Kao had grown into his looks and now could only be considered stunning. With angular features, full lips and brown eyes that sparkled under thick eyebrows, he had a vulpine appearance that verged on wolfish. When he smiled, there was a sage look in his eyes as if he was assessing some unknown truth. It was both appealing and a little disconcerting. What was Kao thinking that he wasn’t saying?

“When you said you were transferring here,” Rhys said, still savoring this unexpected reunion on the soccer pitch, “I didn’t know you were gonna join the team, too!” 

As he waited for Kao’s reply to this, he was overcome with a wave of mixed emotions. On one hand, he was delighted to see his buddy again but, on the other, he felt extremely self-conscious. While Kao was clearly in peak physical condition, Rhys was at his nadir. He’d never been this out of shape in his life and Kao’s presence only served to underscore the fact. In the past, he’d been the undisputed alpha of the pair but now he felt distinctly at a disadvantage. Keenly aware of his protruding gut, he sucked it in and squared his shoulders, standing up straighter. It was no use, though. Kao was still taller..and leaner. Worse, his friend exuded a nonchalance that threw Rhys off. Internally, Rhys felt the earth shift beneath his feet, exacerbating the inner turmoil from being demoted to second string.

If Kao registered Rhys’ discomfort, he didn’t show it. Instead, he couldn’t seem to stop smiling, alternating between looking down at the ground and glancing up shyly. When he spoke, his deep voice was modest and only slightly inflected by a Thai accent.  “I…I’ve been playing a lot of footb–, I mean, soccer lately. My dad enrolled me in a youth training league back in Bangkok and I kinda liked it. Who woulda thought I’d turn in a foot–I mean, a soccer jock?”

Rhys shook his head, envy rising inside him. It hurt his pride to see his friend’s star ascendant even as his own was diminishing. “I know, right?” he muttered. “Who woulda thought? You always were such a nerd!”

“Oh, I’m still a nerd,” Kao said, laughing. “That hasn’t changed. I just like to play soccer and lift weights now. Even so, I was really shocked when the coach asked me to be the striker this season.”

Rhys froze. “What?” he demanded. “What did you say?”

“I’m the new striker, dude.” Kao’s expression was innocent, showing that he had no idea he was replacing Rhys as the star player. “It’s super weird. I guess I didn’t realize how good I’ve gotten.”

Rhys had to fight to thaw his stony expression. Somehow, though, he managed to find the inner wherewithal to give Kao a congratulatory clap on his muscular back. “That’s great, man. I mean, really. Good on you! Yer the new striker!”

***

As soccer practice had drawn on, Rhys became more and more bothered by his friend usurping his role on the team. Rhys had always been the golden boy of the team, accustomed to being lauded with praise as he exalted in the admiration of his teammates. Now that he was relegated to second string, barely anyone paid attention to him because the focus had shifted inexorably over to Kao. Kao was now the most popular guy on the pitch; Kao reigned supreme. 

Wherever the ball was, so was Kao. Even in his sour mood, Rhys had to admit that his friend was extremely talented, dodging and darting across the field with a preternatural speed and grace that belied his big frame. He was astonishing to watch and Rhys knew with sick certainty that Kao was all-star material. He even rivaled Rhys when he’d been at his peak.

The problem was that Rhys was no longer anywhere near his prime. He’d grown lazy over the summer, sitting at his desk job all day and indulging in too many snacks. Instead of going to practice after work, he’d sit in front of the television, playing video games with his roommate. Worse, most nights he’d join his fellow interns at the bar, drinking more than his share of beer. In three short months, he’d grown paunchy and thick. His weight had ballooned from a vaunted 160 pounds to nearly 200. At five foot ten, that meant he was verging on overweight.

After the rest of the team had departed, he stood naked in front of the mirror in the locker room, examining his body critically. He sighed. The situation was worse than he’d thought. While he still possessed his killer good looks–blue eyes, wavy black hair and wholesome boy-next-door looks–the evidence of his weight gain was undeniable. Prior to taking a clear-eyed look at himself, he’d naively believed that he’d only put a little weight while retaining his basic godlike form. 

The bitter truth staring back at him in his reflection was that he wasn’t just verging on being overweight; he was fat. Even his formerly chiseled face was rounder and heavier. When he smiled, he looked like a jowly pig. (His thick beard didn’t help.) His belly hung down over his crotch, obscuring his once-proud cock. Worse, when he pulled his gut out of the way, he was dismayed to discover that his manhood had been partially subsumed by a layer of pudge. Instead of a hung stud, he looked shriveled and pathetic.

“Oh, hey, man! I didn’t realize you were still here.”

Rhys jumped in surprise, clapping his hands over his crotch and turning desperately away from Kao. It was too late, though, and completely ineffective; the damage had already been done. Kao had seen him in all his ‘glory’ and knew the truth: Rhys was a fallen god. Reduced to the status of a schlubby average Joe. Make that a below average Joe. He scowled as he felt his whole back and neck turn red with embarrassment.

He scuttled over to his locker and threw on some clothes. He’d been certain the locker room was empty! Why the fuck did Kao have to appear right now? He hung his head, hating both himself for being so careless and his friend for showing up out of nowhere.

For his part, either Kao was a supremely good actor or he thought nothing of discovering his friend naked in front of the mirror, staring at his flabby body. Clad in a towel and still wet from the shower, he padded over to his locker next to Rhys’ and stepped into his underwear. For some reason, he did so without removing his towel. Even in his state, Rhys noticed and wondered about it. Was Kao being polite or modest? For some reason, he found it kind of disarming. It was as if his friend was tactfully telegraphing his own insecurities in the effort to put him at ease. He sighed quietly, feeling his shoulders relax.

“So, Nong, let’s get a drink. We need to catch up,” Kao said as he pulled a blue, fitted tank top over his head. The material hugged his sculpted physique, showing off his bulging pecs and abs while, of course, leaving his massive, muscular arms on full display. Rhys couldn’t help staring enviously. When had Kao become such a stud?

Rhys stood there, inadvertently mesmerized. It took him a moment to realize that Kao had just taken a swipe at him by calling him as nong, the Thai term for a little brother. Further, his fascination with his friend’s physical transformation meant that he missed Kao’s tone: Kao hadn’t phrased the offer as a question but as a statement. It was like it had never occurred to him that Rhys would say no.

“Hey!” he complained, belatedly reacting to the jab. “I’m older than you by three months! That makes me P’Rhys to you!”

Kao shrugged, amending, “P’Nong, then.” He laughed at Rhys’ bark of indignation and, flexing his big arms, threw gasoline on the fire by adding, “Besides, there’s no doubt who’s the bigger man.”

If anyone else had said this, Rhys would have been deeply offended but this was Kao Saetang, his best friend in the whole world. Rather than bridling, he found himself grinning. He hesitated only a moment before pulling on his decidedly baggy clothes (while doing his best to cover his ass and privates from his friend’s view.) And then they were on their way out of the locker room, strolling side by side as if they’d never been apart for more than three years.

***

Chapter 2

Rhys woke up the next morning in a strange bedroom. He blinked groggily in the sunlight flooding in the nearby window. God, his head hurt like hell! Groaning, he rolled over onto his back, cursing himself for drinking so much the night before. He couldn’t remember having a hangover this bad!

In his bleary state, it took him a while to realize that he was naked under the covers. Or, well, maybe not completely naked. What was he wearing? His ass was bare against the sheets but something was cupping his cock and balls and, even more alarming, something ran up the crack of his ass. What the–?! he started to think but then froze when he realized he wasn’t alone in the bed; there was a heavy arm draped protectively over his chest.

“G’morning, P’Nong!” a voice whispered in his ear. “I didn’t think you’d ever wake up.”

Heart nearly stopping, Rhys turned his head and found his face inches from Kao’s. His friend was watching him with an almost paternalistic expression, eyes smiling and mouth fixed in a proud grin. 

“What the fuck, Kao?!” he yelled, startling them both with the vehemence of his reaction. He sat up in bed, simultaneously shoving Kao off of him and pulling the sheets up over his body. Caught off guard, Kao tumbled naked out of the bed, landing with a loud thump on the floor with his arms and legs splayed. He sat there, staring up at Rhys with a look of hurt and surprise. It was almost comical.

Or it might have been comical if it hadn’t been for one thing. 

One really big thing.

Rhys gaped down at his friend in disbelief, unconsciously clenching his buttocks as he beheld the massive organ flopping to and fro between his friend’s legs.

Kao Saetang was hung.

Like a fucking stallion!

But…how? He’d seen him naked before and knew for a fact that–

The thought never completed itself because, right then, one particular sensation fought its way up through the hornets’ nest of his frantic thoughts and pushed everything else to the side: Rhys became uncomfortably aware of a throbbing pain coming from…well, coming from down there. You know, that place. The place every heterosexual male defends with his life: His butthole. 

And with that, his beleaguered and hungover brain finally put the pieces of the puzzle together. Eyes going wide, he shouted, “What the fuck did you do to me?! Did you…did you…did you–?” He couldn’t finish the sentence because saying the words aloud was just too much for his battered masculine pride to bear. As if the painful throbbing in his rectum wasn’t enough, there were the used condoms scattered and leaking across the floor to complete the picture. He didn’t need to wait for Kao’s answer to know what his friend had done to him.

“YOU RAPED ME!!!” he yelled, hurt, humiliation and panic rising to a fever pitch inside. “YOU FUCKING GOT ME DRUNK AND RAPED ME!!!” He scrambled backward on the bed, trying to get as far away from Kao as possible. “YOU’RE A MONSTER!!! YOU’RE A FUCKING–”

“Rhys, SHUT UP.”

The words hit him like a slap in the face and he reacted as such, whipping his head back and gaping at Kao in shock.

Kao pushed himself up off the floor, not bothering to cover his nakedness. Rhys’ gaze was unwillingly drawn once again to his friend’s girthy fuckstick; it was so long that it slapped against his thighs. Kao was dark-skinned but his cock was even darker, being just a shade or two lighter than pure ebony. His incongruously pink cockhead poked out from the moist folds of his foreskin, glistening in the morning light. As Rhys stared, a shiny droplet of precum slid off that blunt tip, trailing down like a dewy spider web that looped and waved in tandem with Kao’s movements.

“This was your idea,” Kao stated, gesturing to the gooey mess of condoms strewn across the wood floor. “I tried to talk you out of it. I told you that you were too drunk but you wouldn’t fuckin’ listen. Shit, you even went over to that stupid shop–what’s it called?–Oh, yeah, ‘Bongz ‘n’ Thongz’–and bought condoms and a G-string. I’m surprised they even had condoms my size!”

Rhys’ mouth was already open but his jaw fell slack with disbelief at this. He would have denied it entirely if it weren’t for the uncomfortable fact that he now knew what kind of garment he was wearing under the covers.

A thong.

He was wearing a fucking thong!

“You’re lying!” he insisted, although his tone was wavering just like his confidence. “I’m straight! I’m 100% fucking straight! I’ve never even so much as looked at another guy before! And you’re saying…” He shuddered, still unable to complete the sentence. Now both his head and butthole were aching furiously and he desperately wanted to wake up from this nightmare. It couldn’t be true! He would never have asked Kao to…to…to…to do that to him!

Kao’s brown eyes softened. Shaking his head, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his long, fat cock and pendulous balls sagging off the side. “Look, Rhys, I’m sorry. I really am! If you only knew how much I regret this! This isn’t at all the way I wanted things to go between us. Shit, yer my friend! My best bro in the whole world! The last thing I’d ever want is to hurt you.” He tried to put his hand on Rhys’ leg but Rhys jerked away. Kao sighed ruefully, lifting his handsome face to fix Rhys with a look of such pleading it nearly succeeded in wearing down his defenses. “Shit, Rhys, I feel like such a dick. You gotta believe me that I never woulda done this before…”

“Before what?”

Kao’s mouth clamped shut and he shook his head. “I can’t say. I’ve already said too much. Just trust me when I say that sometimes we find ourselves doing…things…we never woulda thought. For you, it was the beer. You really drank a lot! And for me…well, for me, it was something else.”

Rhys buried his head in his hands, crying out, “Why can’t I remember! I don’t remember anything at all from last night!” He froze, stung by a sudden thought. “Did you drug me, Kao?” he demanded, head whipping up. “Did you slip something in my drink and take advantage of me?” He sat bolt upright, the accusation quickly going from supposition to fact in his addled mind. “That’s gotta be it! Don’t try to deny it! YOU DRUGGED ME! YOU GAVE ME A DATE-RAPE DRUG!”

Kao rolled his eyes, unmoved by Rhys’ theatrics. He took a deep breath and said levely, “I did not drug you, Rhys. I would never do that!” He gestured down at his naked bod, so stacked with muscles it was almost ridiculous. “Do I look like the kinda guy who’d have to drug somebody to have sex? Shit, I have guys begging me to take ‘em for a ride!” He paused, mouth quirking, “Which, as I recall, you yerself were doin’ just last night.”

Despite his angry state, Rhys felt his cheeks color. He wasn’t going to concede defeat so easily, though. Somehow, he managed to say calmly, “Kao, I would never beg a guy for sex, even if I was drunk. There must be another explanation.”

They sat in silence for a moment, both thinking…or trying to. Rhys’ brain was still so foggy that it hurt to form even the most basic thoughts. Finally, Kao looked up. “Now that you mention it, you did start acting weird after Ash showed up. Do you think he mighta given ya something?”

“Ash?” Rhys repeated. “Ash Peters was there, too?”

“Yeah,” Kao said, nodding. “He came by the bar with some friends around ten or so. You went over to their table while I was getting us another round of drinks.”

Rhys took his head in his hands again. “Gah! Why don’t I remember any of this? Fuck, Kao! You gotta believe me! I’ve never done anything like this before.” 

The mention of Ash Peters, though, did ring a familiar bell. Ash was a highschool friend and chemistry major. In addition to being the captain of the swim team and reigning university chess champ, his other hobby was manufacturing drugs. He supplied the campus with all manner of illicit substances–darned good ones at that! Ash was known for the high quality of his goods and their reliability. If you got something from him, it was guaranteed to be an amazing high. Rhys had partaken in more than his share of Ash’s party drugs over the years. If Ash had been at the bar, it was entirely possible that he’d given Rhys something to help his buzz. Could he have accidentally given him the wrong drug? A drug that made him have uncontrollable gay urges? Was such a thing even possible?

While Rhys’ mind cranked through the implications of this revelation, Kao sat there, smiling happily.

“What’re you grinning at?” Rhys asked finally, glaring at his friend.

Kao jumped. “Oh, nothing. It’s just that…”

“Just that what?”

His friend shook his head fondly. “It’s just that you were just so damned cute last night! I mean, the way you danced around in that thong and kept bending over, begging me to give it to you!” He laughed. “Yeah, super fuckin’ cute! Is it wrong for me to be happy ‘cuz I got a chance to fuck my best and hottest friend?”

Rhys’ face went pale before going bright red. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, painfully aware of his throbbing butthole and the string of the thong rubbing against his inflamed… He shoved the thought away, shuddering with revulsion. Unfortunately, the shudder only made him aware of another unwelcome sensation: He could feel his butt jigging! Fuck, his butt was now so big and soft that it jiggled like Jello! Jesus, could his life get any worse?

With effort, he forced his attention away from his aching butthole and big, squishy buttocks. Looking around, he asked, “Where are my clothes? I wanna go home.”

Kao’s smile faded slightly. “Uh, you left ‘em at the bar.”

“WHAT???!!!!”

Holding up his hands, Kao explained, “Don’t blame me! I tried to find ‘em but you’d thrown ‘em out!” He shrugged, adding, “Or maybe the bartender has ‘em? Or Ash? All I know is I turned around one minute and the next you were butt-naked, wearing only a tiny pink thong!”

Rhys’ lower lip started to tremble with these words and he had to blink back tears. What the fuck had happened to him last night? It was bad enough to learn that he’d been fucked up the ass by his best friend…but now this? Naked in a thong at the bar in front of everyone? He pulled the sheets over his head, stifling a sob. How would he show his face in public again? If any of his soccer teammates had been there last night, his life was over. He might as well drop out of school now. And what if someone recorded him on their phone? His stomach turned to ice at the thought. Fuck! Oh, fuck! What he had done?!

Kao moved over beside him and placed a warm arm over his shoulders, coaxing, “C’mon, P’Nong! It’ll be alright. You just got a little outta control, that’s all. It’s not the end of the world. We all do crazy shit when we’re young and drunk off our asses!”

Rhys pulled back the sheets and looked balefully over at his friend. “Have you ever done anything like that, Kao? Huh? Have you ever stripped naked in front of all of your friends and then bent over and begged someone to fuck you?”

Kao looked evasive. “Er, well, no…but I’m a top, ya see. Tops don’t do shit like that.”

“And I’m not even gay,” Rhys stated as if it was patently obvious despite the fact Kao had apparently just fucked him up the ass multiple times. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill Ash!”

He struggled to free himself from the covers but then realized this meant he’d be naked, wearing only a thong, in front of Kao and he stopped. Pointing at the door, he shouted, “Out! Get outta here now!” When Kao started to obey, he amended, “But get me some clothes first. I’m not leaving here until I’m fully clothed.”

Kao hesitated, regaining his customary bravado. “Um, bro, don’t you think yer being a bit ridiculous? I mean, by this point, I’ve not only seen all of you but I’ve had most of you in my mouth…not to mention other places.” He lifted a hand to forestall Rhys’ indignant outburst, pleading, “C’mon, P’Nong! Don’t push me away! All I want is to be close to you! Even if yer not gay, I don’t ever want to lose you as a friend.” Shifting to Thai, he batted his long eyelashes, begging, “Pord pord pord pord?”

***

Chapter 3

Rhys and Kao departed to confront Ash a half hour later. Unfortunately for poor Rhys, none of his friend’s clothing fit him. Even Kao’s baggiest shorts and t-shirt were skin-tight on him. He felt like a stuffed sausage teetering out of Kao’s apartment and out onto the street. The shirt hugged his protruding belly in front and the shorts did the same to his hefty ass in back. Worse, his butthole hurt more than ever and all he could think about was Kao’s huge cock and the damage it might have done to his internal organs. If he had to get fucked in the ass, why did it have to be by a guy with such a huge cock? And, speaking of which, when had Kao grown so big down there? The last time he’d seen his friend naked, he’d–

“I’m sorry, P’Nong,” Kao said, sensing his inner turmoil. “I really am.”

Rhys clenched his jaw. For some reason, Kao’s contrition brought tears to his eyes and he shook his head angrily. As much as he wanted to blame Kao for everything, he knew his friend was being sincere. Kao was many things but a dishonest scammer was not one of them!

“Just take me to Ash’s,” he grumbled, letting Kao open the door to his new BMW coupe for him before awkwardly tumbling down onto the passenger’s seat. These damned clothes! They were choking him to death! “I need to find out what he gave me and if he has my clothes, wallet and phone.”

Ash Peters met them at the door of his apartment, clad only in a pair of green boxers. He scratched his balls sleepily, expression shifting from surprise to sly amusement at the sight of the angry Rhys and sheepish Kao standing before him.

“Well, well, well, if it’s not the ‘witty bitty bunny wabbit’ and his ‘carrot,’” he murmured, eyes sliding down Rhys’ corpulent body, “I almost didn’t recognize you without yer thong and bunny ears, bro.”

Rhys’ cheeks went scarlet beneath his beard. Seeing red, he grabbed Ash by the shoulders and tossed him bodily backwards into his apartment. The tall swim captain was caught off guard and windmilled his long arms to keep from losing his balance. Rhys marched inside and hauled him by the elbow onto the balcony. Looking back at Kao, he ordered, “You. Wait here. Ash and I have things to discuss.” Kao shrugged his beefy shoulders and leaned against the back of the sofa, pulling out his smartphone and flipping through it.

Rhys closed the sliding glass door behind him and confronted the bemused Ash, demanding, “What the FUCK did you give me last night?”

“Some-bunny’s in quite the state this morning,” Ash observed drily, pushing his blond curls out of his eyes. Ash Peters was a beautiful god by anyone’s estimation; tall and lithe with green eyes and smooth, freckly skin. He towered over Rhys even when leaning on his elbows over the balcony railing. “Lemme guess, you succeeded in yer mission to lose yer ass virginity,” he continued, fixing Rhys with his limpid gaze, full lips curving in a smile. “I’m almost jealous, ‘cept, of course, I’m a top. That Kao is hot enough to make even my knees go weak with desire.”

Rhys had opened his mouth in protest but stopped, mute at this. “Wait,” he said, foggy brain awash in confusion, “are you sayin’ yer gay?”

“Bi but mostly I fuck guys,” Ash admitted, nodding.

“But I thought–”

“You were wrong, bro,” Ash interrupted. “When have you ever seen me with a girl? I’ve been out since I came to college, I just never told you.”

“Why not?” For some reason, Rhys was offended that his friend had never shared this important information with him before now.

Ash regarded him with an assessing look. “‘Cuz yer not my type and it’s none of yer business.” Sighing, he added, “Look, I’m not one of those crazy LGBTQIA+ activists, Ok? Being bi is just part–not all–of who I am. Do you get it?”

Rhys didn’t respond. He was too busy processing this revelation. It had never occurred to him that Ash wasn’t straight. Or that Kao wasn’t, for that matter. He dropped his aching head in his hands and massaged his scalp, moaning. What the fuck was going on? Had everyone suddenly turned gay? Had he suddenly turned gay…or bi…or whatever, too? Was this some sort of Russian plot to destroy Western civilization? Oh, fuck, it felt like the ground was shaking beneath his feet!

But, no! He couldn’t be gay! Besides the occasional peek at a guy’s junk in the locker room–for comparison purposes only!–he’d never paid attention to men. He didn’t find them sexually attractive and he’d certainly never thought about dating them. He was straight, dammit!

His butthole throbbed, reminding once again of  being raped by Kao’s enormous schlong and he grimaced. Well, Ok, maybe he could no longer claim he was 100% straight but being drugged and fucked by a guy didn’t make him a homo…did it?

Ash’s eyes danced with merriment as he watched Rhys’ internal struggle. “He pegged ya good, didn’t he?” he observed, relishing the wince of pain this comment elicited. “I could tell the dude’s packin’ massive meat from the way his shorts tent out. I’m kinda envious.” He lowered his voice and leaned closer until his lips were only a few inches from Rhys’ ear. “Don’t you dare tell anyone but I don’t got much down there myself. I would kill to have a big cock like Kao’s. It’s kinda embarrassing, actually. ‘Specially when I’m wearin’ my Speedo.” He stopped then as if realizing what he’d just revealed and straightened, cheeks coloring. “I don’t know why I’m tellin’ ya this. I guess I just feel sorry for ya.”

Between his hangover, simmering rage, aching butthole and spinning thoughts, Rhys was quite overwhelmed and had no idea how to respond. Finally, he remembered why he’d come in the first place and managed to croak, “What did you give me last night? I mean, I musta been drugged ‘cuz I’d never go full-on gay like that if I were in my right mind!” When Ash didn’t reply right away, he grabbed him by the shoulders, demanding, “Tell me! Tell me what it was! I need to know so I never take it again!”

Ash took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Yer not gonna like the answer, bro.”

“Just tell me!”

“It was a hit of Molly. The same shit you’ve taken a hundred times.” Ash paused before continuing, “As you know, Molly makes ya horny…and it breaks down yer inhibitions. Looks like between the beer and Molly, ya finally found out what pops yer, um, wittle cork: Kao’s big dick.”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!!!” Rhys’ voice was so loud that Kao looked up from his phone at them quizzically through the window. “I’M NOT GAY!!!”

“Sorry, bro,” Ash said, unmoved by his outburst. “Yer a big homo bottom. Trust me, it’ll be easier for everyone–including yer new boyfriend in there–if ya just admit it and bend over.”

***

When they reentered the apartment, Rhys thought he heard a tinny voice that sounded suspiciously like his own. Looking around, he realized the voice was coming from Kao’s phone. His big friend was grinning as he stared down at the screen, clearly savoring the video that was playing.

“Hand it over,” Rhys ordered, holding out his hand. “Show me what yer watching!”

Kao instinctively clutched at his phone before sighing and giving it to Rhys. As Ash looked on with amusement, Rhys pressed play…and immediately wished he hadn’t.

The video on the screen had clearly been recorded by Kao the night before. In it, the camera was pointed at a very drunk–and very naked–Rhys. He was clad only in a pair of pink rabbit ears and the same skimpy thong he’d thrown in the trash that morning before leaving Kao’s apartment. His drunken face was flushed and his eyes glowed feverishly.

Rhys felt heat creeping up his neck as he stared at himself on the screen. He looked completely ridiculous! His big, hairy belly and thick, meaty thighs only made his modest bulge look tinier in the sheer pouch of the thong. 

As he stared, he heard Kao’s laughing voice ask, >>Rhys, what are you wearing? Where’d you get that?<< 

In answer, the bunny-eared Rhys giggled loudly, putting his hands up in front of his face like paws and hopping up and down, making his belly jiggle obscenely. >>I’m a BUNNY!<< he chirped happily. >>I’m yer witty bitty bunny wabbit!!!<<

>>Wait<< Kao gasped, breathless from laughter. >>Did you just say yer my ‘witty bitty bunny wabbit’?<<

Bunny Rhys nodded, grinning widely. >>Yup! I’m so hoppy! So HOPPEE!!! I wanna HOP HOP HOP onto yer big. Fat. Hard. Juicy. CARROT!!!<<

Unable to take his eyes off the humiliating video, Rhys watched mortified as he spun around and presented Kao with his chubby bottom. A pink cottontail was pinned to the waistband of the thong and it flopped up and down in time with his beefy buttocks as Rhys commenced shaking his bubbly booty. He clicked ‘stop’ as his video avatar prepared to bend over and spread his butt cheeks, round face peering back at Kao from between his legs.

He stood there with shaking hands and a sick feeling spreading in the pit of his stomach and had to take a few deep breaths to collect himself. His whole face was bright red and sweat beaded his brow. It was even worse than he’d thought! Fuck, how would he ever live this down?

When he finally collected himself, he handed the phone back to Kao, commanding, “Delete that. NOW.”

“It’s no use, bro,” Ash said, shaking his head. “That video’s gone viral. There were a hundred other people at the bar last night and most of them recorded the same scene. Yer never gonna make it go away.”

Ash’s words were prophetic. By the time he collected his clothes, wallet and phone from the swim captain–Ash had been kind enough to gather them before leaving the bar–the hashtag #WittyBittyBunnyWabbit was burning up social media. For days afterward, Rhys couldn’t go anywhere on campus without hearing his voice chirping from smartphones, laptops and other devices.

***

Chapter 4

Without Kao, Rhys never would have made it through the humiliation of the fallout from his drug-induced antics. At first, he tried to push his friend away–after all, the last thing he wanted was to be reminded that night–but Kao was persistent. And fierce. It was breathtaking to watch his friend defend him in the locker room, practice field, classroom, bus, cafeteria…basically everywhere on campus. For the next two weeks, every time he looked around, Kao was there by his side with his words–and fists–at the ready. People soon learned to leave Rhys alone.

“It’s heterosexism, pure and simple,” his friend grumbled one day after kicking the shit out of a whole pack of frat boys. He’d bloodied his knuckles and was holding his hand against his chest, staining his (very tight) t-shirt red. While his friend fumed, Rhys dug through his backpack and pulled out some gauze and disinfectant he’d learned to keep ready for just such occasions. Kao continued, “Have you ever wondered why they only pick on you and never say anything ‘bout me?” He paused, obediently holding out his hand for Rhys to bandage. “‘Cuz in their world it’s Ok for a man to fuck another guy but–Ow! That hurt!” he glared at Rhys reproachfully. When Rhys feigned contrition, he narrowed his eyes, concluding, “But it’s not Ok for a man to get fucked. Tell me that’s not heterosexism, P’Nong! Tell me!”

“It’s heterosexism,” Rhys agreed in a bored tone; he’d heard this rant innumerable times before. “Now hold still.” He completed wrapping Kao’s fist and patted him on the hand, urging him up. “Practice is in fifteen minutes. We’d better get going.” 

He didn’t point out that Kao’s behavior toward him and his own behavior toward Kao were grounded in heterosexism as well: Kao was playing the part of the tough, macho man and he was the meek, helpless woman. It caused him no end of humiliation to be stuck in such a position but for some reason he lacked the courage to change things. Try as he might, he couldn’t make himself stand up for himself. All the fire was gone inside; he’d outsourced his manhood to Kao.

They got up and headed across campus to the soccer facility where Kao excelled once again as lead striker and Rhys barely managed to keep up, his big buttocks chugging along behind him, slowing him down. He could hear the other guys snickering behind his back but he didn’t care. By this point, he was inured to their ridicule. Numbness had taken the place of outrage since the embarrassing video went viral. His only focus was making it through the day; everything else was just too much to handle. His male ego had been ground into the dirt and there was nothing left of his pride; he might as well be dead.

He stripped and showered robotically in the locker room after practice, ignoring the whispers and sneers. He didn’t even pull away when Kao strode into the shower room and took up position beside him, soaping up his ripped physique and thrusting his crotch forward as a silent reminder of his prowess. This invariably cowed the other guys–No one was as muscular and hung as Kao!–and they filtered out, leaving the two friends alone together. Rhys rinsed off and was reaching for his towel when Kao surprised him by having it at the ready. He stood there, stunned, as his friend draped the towel over his head and commenced drying his hair.

“Kao!” he complained, voice muffled by the folds of the towel. “Leave me alone! I can dry myself!”

“Shhhh, P’Nong. Lemme take care of you. I like it.” Kao’s big hands were strong and sure and he’d dried Rhys off from head to toe in no time.

Rhys knew he should have put up greater resistance. After all, how many guys allowed their buddies to towel them off after a shower? But he was just too worn down. Plus, if he was being completely honest, he didn’t mind the attention. The bald truth was that he was lonely.

Yeah, lonely. 

Kao was a super sweet guy and Rhys liked him. How could he not after everything Kao had done for him? By this point, his friend had more than made up for wrecking Rhys’ hole (which was still sore and gaping, by the way.) What was wrong with letting him show some affection, even if he knew that Kao was doing so out of sexual attraction? At least Kao was there for him. God knew that his other friends had abandoned him…except for Ash, of course, but Rhys was still mad at the swim captain for drugging him. If Ash hadn’t given him those drugs, none of this would have happened in the first place!

“Hey, P’Nong,” Kao asked as he was drying off, “wanna go out for coffee? My little sister’s in town with her friend and she wants to meet up.”

Rhys turned, inadvertently getting an eyeful of Kao in all his glory. “Phueng’s here?” he queried, closing his eyes to keep the burning envy at bay. Why did Kao have to be so frickin’ hung? He’d give anything to have half his friend’s size! “Is she living in the U.S. now, too?”

Kao shook his head, causing his dangling cock and balls to sway languidly. “Nope. She’s just on break from school and flew over here with her friend, Khaji. They’re staying at my apartment for a few days before heading to New York City.” Just then, his phone dinged from inside his locker. He pulled it out and glanced at it, adding, “Looks like they’re already waiting for us at a place nearby. Let’s go.”

***

The experience at the cafe with Kao’s sister only added to Rhys’ sense of disorientation, a feeling that had become almost familiar lately. Rhys increasingly felt like he’d stepped into a scene of a play without having practiced any of his lines. Everyone else present, though, seemed to know their parts by heart, making it feel like he was the one who was out of step.

It all started out well enough. Unlike her older brother, Phueng hadn’t changed much. At age eighteen, she looked and acted much younger. Clad in pervasive pink, right down to her nails, she was unfailingly cute and giggly. Her friend, Khaji, was pretty much the same. The two young women mostly hid behind their sugary coffee drinks and exchanged knowing glances while tapping away on their phones.

After greeting them, Kao guided Rhys by the wrist over to the counter. Behind them, Rhys was certain he heard giggles coming from Phueng and Khaji but they fell silent as soon as he turned, looking innocently at their phones. Kao stepped in front of him when the barista greeted them, saying, “I’ll have an Americano and my man here will take a coconut milk latte.” After the young guy turned to make their drinks, he crossed his beefy arms, smiling proudly. “See, P’Nong? I know what you like.”

Rhys opened his mouth and then closed it again, unsure what to say. Finally, he realized that Kao really did know him because a coconut milk latte was precisely what he’d planned to order. “H-H-How did you know?” he stammered finally, trying to remember how long he’d been ordering his favorite coffee drink. Had it really been since he’d seen Kao in Thailand the last time?

Kao shrugged and was about to reply when they heard high-pitched giggling coming from their table. They turned to find Phueng and Khaji pointing their phones in their direction. Wait, he thought, why are they taking pictures of us?

Kao ignored the girls. “I’m the one who introduced you to coconut milk in yer latte, dude. Did ya forget? I remember you thought it was gross but you sure liked it…after you tried it the first time.” He paused significantly after this last bit, eyebrow arched and a sly smile on his face. 

For some reason, Rhys found himself blushing and mentally kicked himself. What the fuck did he mean by that? he wondered, pulse thudding in his temples.

Kao watched him, smirking, and leaned against the counter, his massive shoulder bumping against Rhys’ as he did so. Rhys shifted away but Kao only moved closer. Finally, when the barista had their drinks ready, Kao stepped forward and paid. Before Rhys could object, his friend picked up the cups and sauntered back to the table, leaving Rhys to follow in his wake.

On his way back to their table, Rhys noticed the admiring glances directed toward Kao from the other patrons of the cafe, something that further added to his inferiority complex. His friend’s broad back tapered down to a skinny waist before widening again into a hefty pair of meaty buttocks. Kao had turned his ball cap around backward, too, something that accented his casual jock swagger. Rhys shook his head. Was this really the same friend as before? He almost didn’t recognize Kao anymore.

Kao placed the drinks down on the table and pulled a chair out for Rhys, eliciting a further squeal of delight from the girls. Rhys stared at them as he sat down, mystified. What did they think was so funny? He was so distracted by their laughter that he almost didn’t notice Kao spin his own chair around and straddle it, resting his chin on his hands on the back of the chair. Has he been practicing that move? he wondered, shaking his head. The self-assured grace with which he executed the movement, though, was unmistakable: Kao moved like he owned the place.

Increasingly unnerved and not understanding why, Rhys attempted small talk with the girls while sipping his coffee. They weren’t very good at conversation, though, and kept rudely whispering to each other in Thai. Rhys was semi-fluent in the central dialect but they spoke so quickly he couldn’t catch what they were saying. He was certain he could hear his name repeated on several occasions, though. 

“Just ignore ‘em, bro,” Kao said finally, turning his chair to face him. “Let’s talk about us. Wanna come over tonight? I’ll make yer favorite dinner: Gooay Teeo Kooa Gai.” 

Rhys’ mouth fell open, the mention of that delicious chicken dish inadvertently causing his stomach to rumble. “Wait. You cook?”

Kao cast him an injured look. “Ouch, bro! That hurt. I taught myself to cook before I came over here. Everyone knows you can’t get good Thai food around here.” Turning to Phueng, he asked, “I’m a good cook, aren’t I?”

Phueng broke away from her conversation with Khaji long enough to nod her head. “Yeah, you’re Ok.”

Kao puffed up visibly with this half-hearted compliment. “See? Even my little sis agrees. Will ya come over?”

“I’ll think about it,” Rhys mumbled, taking another sip of his coffee. He was opening his mouth to say something more when Kao reached out and wiped his thumb across his upper lip, whisking off a smudge of foam. A moment later, he absently licked his thumb while Rhys stared at him in disbelief. “Kao, did you just–?” he started to ask but was interrupted by a renewed burst of giggles from the girls. He looked over to find their phones trained on him and Kao.

“Baby’s a messy eater!” Khaji snickered, covering her mouth with her hand.

“OMG, this’ll be perfect!” Phueng chimed in, pumping her fist in victory. “I’m dying!”

Rhys looked from Phueng to Khaji to Kao. When he saw that Kao’s eyes were cast upward in an expression of mock innocence, he folded his arms and demanded, “Ok, tell me what’s going on here! I know yer up to something!’

Kao gave him a hangdog grin and took a deep breath. “They’re writing a BL novel, bro,” he explained, “and you and me are the main characters. This is the scene where we meet again after being separated for several years. Kinda like life imitating art, ya know?” He spread his big hands placatingly, adding, “I’m sorry! I shoulda tole ya but I thought it’d be better if ya didn’t know!”

“BL?” Rhys repeated. “What’s that?”

“It stands for Boy’s Love, dude,” Kao explained, still sheepish. “It’s all the rage with girls across Asia these days. They’re romance stories where two guys–”

“Fall in love?” Rhys finished, looking back to Phueng and Khaji. “You’re writing a story about Kao and me falling in love?” Phueng and Khaji were like two deer in the headlights. When Rhys continued to stare icily at them, they both nodded; they wouldn’t meet his gaze. He turned back to Kao, “Does this mean that you–?”

Kao laughed, shaking his head. “‘Course not, bro! I know yer straight.” He paused and lowered his voice, muttering, “Well, sorta straight anyway. I’m just playin’ along for fun.” When this was met with a stony expression, he chuckled uncomfortably. “Trust me! It’s all in good fun.”

Rhys cheeks were rosy and he felt the tips of his ears burning but not for the reason you might be thinking. You see, he knew he should get up and storm out. After all, he wasn’t gay and had no desire to pretend to be Kao’s boyfriend even if it was just for fun. To his utter confusion, though, he sat there mute, struggling to muster the outrage he knew he should feel. But he failed. No outrage, not even a hint of it! Instead, there was something else. Something he wished fervently not to feel. What was wrong with him? What the fuck was going on? He was a total failure as a straight man!

Kao draped a huge arm over his shoulders and tugged him closer until his sweaty armpit was only inches from Rhys’ nose. His potent man scent wasn’t objectionable, though. Far from it! Instead of being grossed out, Rhys inhaled deeply, a strange feeling of wellbeing suffusing his whirling mind. A small, slow smile spread across his face.

“Just relax, bro,” Kao was saying, mouth by his ear, “and let me drive. I’ll take ya home and make ya dinner and then we’ll watch Netflix and chill. Tomorrow is Saturday and we can sleep in.”

The trembling had started as soon as Kao’s arm touched him. By the time his friend’s scent hit his nostrils, he was shaking noticeably. He wanted to bolt, knew that he should bolt, but couldn’t. Instead, when Kao turned his head and planted a sweet kiss on his brow, he capitulated.

Kao was in charge.

***

Kao’s cocky ease was still very much on display when they got to his apartment. And, contrary to Rhys’ expectations, he did turn out to be an excellent cook. While the bemused girls watched from the table, he led Rhys by the hand into the kitchen and proceeded to teach him how to make Gooay Teeo Kooa Gai. He tied an apron around Rhys’ corpulent waist and stood behind him, leaning in and placing his chin on Rhys’ shoulder. Rhys initially stiffened but then relaxed as Kao’s big hands took his own and guided him through each step. The entire time, his warm, firm body was pressed into Rhys’ back and his huge bulge was lodged firmly in the cleft of his buttocks. As they worked, Rhys was certain that bulge grew ever harder and bigger.

Rhys flushed with embarrassment as the girls giggled behind them, recording the whole thing, but he didn’t shove Kao away. He had no idea why, other than it felt good. He liked Kao’s confidence. He liked his demeanor. And he was growing to like his proximity. On the rare occasion that his friend moved away, Rhys felt a pang of emptiness and longed once again for Kao’s touch.

His friend’s charm was beguiling, too. Kao joked and laughed, peppering Rhys with questions about his life over the past three years. He listened attentively, beautiful, brown eyes narrowed in an expression of pure bliss as Rhys spoke. Those eyes never left Rhys’ face. When he grinned, Kao’s features took on an appealing vulpine appearance. How had he not noticed Kao’s beauty before? At one point, Rhys even caught himself reaching up to move a strand of his friend’s black hair out of his eyes. Kao grinned and mussed Rhys’ hair fondly. Rhys was so touched that he barely registered the squeals of excited laughter from the girls. Kao was just so fucking great!

The dinner was delicious. Kao sat right beside him, hand occasionally touching Rhys’ thigh as he spoke. The girls almost forgot to eat, they were so engrossed in watching the two men together. At one point, they nearly passed out in a fit of delirious giggling when Kao speared a piece of chicken and fed it to Rhys, saying, “Here, P’Nong. This tastes really good. You should try it.”

Rhys took the proffered bit, chewing and swallowing while his heart did somersaults in his chest. He knew enough of Thai culture to understand the significance of this seemingly innocuous act; by feeding him, Kao was making his feelings for Rhys explicitly clear. And by accepting the morsel, Rhys was doing the same. It made him feel both giddy and panicked at the same time.

After dinner, Kao invited him to watch Netflix, settling down on his comfortable sofa and patting the cushion next to him. Rhys took a deep breath and folded down beside his friend, only to be promptly drawn against him, a warm arm over his shoulders. Kao’s big, meaty thighs were spread wide as he proudly displayed his raging hardon. (It was enormous!) He covered it discreetly with a pillow when the girls entered the living room but not before making significant eye contact with Rhys. The message in his gaze was loud and clear. Rhys swallowed, feeling his own (much less significant) cock straining in his undies.

He awoke as Kao carried him into the bedroom and laid him down on his big bed. Rhys sat up on his elbows, blinking up at his friend in confusion. He’d been having the most explicit dream…

“Are you Okay with this, P’Nong?” Kao asked, lifting his tank top over his head and displaying his massive, smooth chest. The only hair on his body was on his head, under his arms and around his pubes (not that Rhys had been watching, mind you!)

Rhys lowered his head shyly. “I’m not sure.”

“Then we won’t do this,” Kao stated matter of factly. “I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Wait! No!” His protest caught both of them by surprise and Rhys’ cheeks grew rosy. In the stunned silence, he contemplated the woven pattern of the duvet cover, not daring to look at Kao.

“You want me to stay?” Kao’s tone was both amused and pleased.

Hardly daring to breathe, Rhys nodded.

“You know what’s gonna happen if I do, right?” How could Kao’s voice be so calm and steady at a time like this?

He nodded again.

Kao exhaled. “I want you to look at me and tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, Rhys. You’re not drunk or high this time. I don’t want any crazy theatrics again tomorrow morning when you wake up naked next to me.”

A small tear rolled down Rhys’ cheek and he brushed it away angrily. Why was he crying? He wasn’t sad! And then Kao was settling down on the bed next to him, drawing him against his warm, firm body and kissing the top of his head. He held Rhys like that for a long time, rocking him back and forth slowly as he cried silently. After a while, he whispered, “I love you, Rhys. I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. You know that, right?”

“H-H-How can you love me,” Rhys complained, “when I look like this?! I can see how you might have found me attractive once but now I’m–”

“Gorgeous. And hairy. And Rubenesque?” Kao finished for him, kissing his ear. “You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. You’re a man now, Rhys.”

“No, I’m not!” Rhys hated how small and childish his voice sounded, especially when Kao’s was so deep, resonant and self-assured.

“The truth is that I would love you no matter what you looked like,” Kao rumbled in that deep, sexy voice of his. “I would love you if you weighed five hundred pounds. I would love you if you were a girl. I would love you if you had a–”

Rhys silenced him with a kiss, impulsively turning his face and planting his lips firmly over Kao’s. At first Kao froze but then he took charge like he always did and soon Rhys was lying on his back with Kao’s pleasant bulk on top of him as his friend kissed him passionately, hands roving all of his body and deftly removing every piece of his clothing. When he was done, Rhys was quite naked–and turned on!–beneath him.

Kao lifted himself off of him then and sat there, straddling Rhys and smirking with victory. He was still clad in his shorts, although they offered little in the way of modesty: He giant bulge was smashed luridly against the crotch, its immense outline clearly visible and a dark spot spreading across the tented fabric.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Rhys,” he panted, eyes burning a feral red. “I’ll do anything. I’ll let you fuck me this time if you want. I’ll give you the best fuckin’ blowjob of yer life. I’ll toss yer salad. I’ll–”

“Just fuck me!” Rhys interrupted. “I want you to fuck me!”

“Really? But–”

“I SAID FUCK ME!” Rhys yelled, not caring if Phueng and Khaji could hear through the bedroom door. “NOW!”

Kao laughed, a deep, throaty hearty laugh, and unzipped his shorts, liberating the monster contained therein. His long, fat, dripping cock flopped out, almost too heavy for its own good. The sight of it fully engorged caught Rhys by surprise and he gaped, unable to believe that such a piece could possibly belong to a human.

They both stared at it. Even Kao seemed taken aback by its sheer size. After a while, he shook himself and reached across the bed to grab a bottle of lube from the side table. He paused before squeezing a big glob onto his palm, though, asking, “Are you sure, bro? I mean, I’ll be gentle but it’s still gonna hurt. For some reason, it just keeps gettin’ bigger. It’s at least a couple inches longer than last time…”

Rhys’ mind had stopped working by that point, otherwise he would have questioned this. After all, how could a guy’s cock grow two inches in two weeks? Kao was long past adolescence and everyone knew that a guy’s cock stopped growing by the time he reached age eighteen. Instead of these thoughts, though, only one thing was on his mind and that was getting fucked by this amazingly over-sized slab of man meat. He wanted it inside him. Bad. He didn’t give a fuck how much it hurt! He didn’t care if it destroyed his hole so thoroughly that he’d have to wear adult diapers for the rest of his life.

He wanted Kao’s cock in his hole NOW!

Such was his drive that he took matters into his own hands. Literally. Before Kao could stop him, he’d snatched the lube away and was slathering it liberally over that magnificent shaft. When it was glistening and slick in his hands (Kao’s head was thrown back and he was moaning loudly by this point), he flipped over and presented his momentous buttocks to his friend, lying forward on his chin and reaching behind to pull his cheeks wide open. He could feel the cool air caressing his loose, hairy hole as he puckered and unpuckered, enticing Kao to ravage him.

Gone were all thoughts of his masculinity or pride or heterosexuality. All of that was just a lie anyway. He knew now with startling clarity that he was meant for one thing and one thing only: To be used and abused by Kao. He would do anything for the man. Anything. He didn’t care if he was mocked and ridiculed and rejected. He would beg, plead and debase himself, writhing around in the filth of the gutter, if only Kao would take and wreck him.

Kao did eventually wreck him but he was true to his word and started off gently. Even though he was as on fire with lust for Rhys as Rhys was for him, somehow he managed to restrain himself and fulfilled his role as the perfect gentleman top: Keeping Rhys’ pleasure foremost throughout, he focused on bringing his beloved friend from orgasm to orgasm, each one more exuberant than the last. Folding himself over Rhys’ back, he took his barely average-sized cock in his hand and jacked him in time with each thrust. In no time, he had Rhys writhing beneath him, crying out for mercy and screaming in ecstasy. Rhys came six or seven times before Kao finally allowed himself to explode inside him. And then they did it again. And again.

When they were finally worn out, they stayed joined. Sweaty and panting, Kao pulled Rhys backward as he settled on his haunches. Rhys’ wide bottom was on Kao’s lap and Kao’s cock was still lodged deep inside him–even soft, it was still monumentally long and unexpectedly firm. Kao wrapped his strong arms over Rhys’ protruding belly and squeezed. The room wreaked of man scent and the air was fetid. Steam coated the windows and the sheets were stained with cum. Neither of them cared, though. They were too deliriously in love. 

As he lay back against Kao’s broad, muscular chest, Rhys turned and met his friend’s lips and they kissed. Only when Kao’s tongue was playing a game of cat and mouse with his own did he realize that he felt good about himself for the first time in months. More than that, he felt beautiful. And loved. 

And it was all because of Kao.

***

They showered and slept entwined, Kao’s fat cock lodged deep in the generous cleft of Rhys’ buttocks and his muscular arms wrapped protectively around him. Rhys drifted off, suffused in a warm haze and feeling happier than he could remember. He would worry about all this meant tomorrow. Tonight, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being sheltered and loved by the most beautiful man in the world.

He slept deeply but was awakened when Kao’s phone chimed. It chimed again a moment later. Drowsy, he lifted his head and looked back at his friend but Kao was fast asleep. When the phone chimed a third time, he realized it must be something important and picked it up off the nightstand. 

He didn’t mean to but he couldn’t resist reading the messages.

The first one read >>Mr. Saetang, please make a follow up appointment at our offices at your earliest convenience to discuss the side effects of your treatment.<<

Side effects? Rhys wondered. Treatment? What’s this about?

He kept reading. 

The next message was >>BodyMax stands behind our state-of-the-art products.<<

Rhys’ brow furrowed. BodyMax? What’s that?

He could barely contain his curiosity when he read the third message: >>Please do not be concerned. We guarantee that you will have the body with the precise specifications that you ordered.<<

Rhys stared at this final message, the hair rising on the back of his neck. What the fuck did this mean? What sort of treatment had Kao received? (“The body with the precise specifications that you ordered”???) And what were these side effects? He looked from the phone, over to the sleeping Kao, and back again, tempted to wake his new lover and demand answers.

After debating with himself for a long time, though, he finally placed the phone on the nightstand and nestled against Kao. Try as he might, though, he could not fall back asleep until he made up his mind: In the morning, he would investigate this mysterious ‘BodyMax’ and find out what Kao was up to.

***

Chapter 5

In the two weeks since he’d given into Kao’s relentless advances, their relationship was evolving, or maybe it was more accurate to say that it was devolving?

Rhys never got tired of his new, favorite pastime, one he fondly called, ‘Milking the Bull.’

“Can I–Ungh!–get up–Oh!–now, Mullet Top?” Kao asked, looking over his shoulder plaintively at Rhys.

“No! You stay right where you are!” Rhys ordered, hating the new nickname that Kao had given him after his recent haircut. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

Kao hung his head but obediently remained on all fours. He was naked on the bed, his thick thighs spread and ass thrust high in the air as Rhys grabbed his massive cock and ‘milked’ it from between his legs, drawing both hands up and down, up and down, up and down that fantastically long, fat shaft. It was an activity that simultaneously aroused and humiliated Kao, although he would never admit to the humiliation part.

It was only fair that Kao should be made to suffer.

Rhys was fixated on his lover’s monster cock and humongous low-hangers. Milking Kao’s meat elicited such intense emotions: Envy, lust, inadequacy, shame and glory. Why glory? Because for once their roles were reversed and Kao was completely at his mercy. His friend would not say no to him. Whatever Rhys wanted, Kao gave him without question. Rhys caught on to this quickly and used it to punish Kao at every opportunity. He exalted in holding the big jock captive to his every whim. It was his way of getting back at him for being so perfect, so manly and so hung. 

Yeah, he thought, I resent him for being such a macho stud but that’s not the only reason. At the moment, though, his mind refused to go any further down this road. There would be time later to seethe over the reasons he hated Kao.

Right now he had other things on his mind.

“Wait!” Kao pleaded. “What are you–??? UNGH!!!!”

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Rhys had leaned forward to plant a lingering kiss on Kao’s butthole. It was a first for both of them and it left them breathless. Rhys couldn’t believe he was actually licking his friend’s asshole! Part of him wanted to vomit–It was so musky and moist!–and part of him never wanted to stop. He pressed his face all the way in, dropping Kao’s cock long enough to pry his muscled buttocks apart and grant his tongue full access to that tight, fragrant hole. Kao clenched, turning his rosebud into a tiny pucker but soon he relaxed and allowed Rhys ravage him. Rhys dove in, working his tongue in deeply. His modest-sized cock was rigid between his beefy thighs and he could feel himself getting close to shooting in what would be his first hands-free orgasm.

But, at the last moment, he managed to rein himself in and pulled back, taking deep, shuddering breaths. The taste of Kao’s hole was ripe on his tongue but he didn’t care. It filled him with perverse pleasure. He’d eaten Kao Saetang’s asshole! He really was a faggot now…and so was Kao.

Kao was dripping with sweat and his ass was quivering as he stared back at Rhys. “B-B-Bro? Did you really just–?”

“Shut up and spread ‘em!” Rhys barked. He wasn’t done. Oh, no, he was far from done yet! “Use yer hands!”

“Whoa, hold on, Mullet Top! Yer not gonna–!” Kao protested but fell silent at a stern look from Rhys. His eyes were round and he was trembling but he nonetheless obeyed, lowering himself into Rhys’ customary position during these lovemaking sessions: Face on the pillow and legs spread wide, hands reaching back to spread his blocky buttocks wide open. “Just be gentle, ‘K?” he begged in a muffled voice. “I’m a virgin back there!”

“Don’t worry,” Rhys grunted acerbically, reaching out to grab the lube, “Unlike you, I’m so small that you’ll barely feel anything.”

The lube wasn’t really necessary. At a mere five inches, Rhys used to feel average but now felt distinctly small when compared to Kao’s monster. He frowned down at his cocklet–only the tip visible beneath his big belly–promising himself that it was only temporary. Once he visited the BodyMax clinic next week, he’d be a whole new man…

He pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on deflowering Kao’s hole. The sight of his bro submissively bent over, face chewing on a pillow and big ass on full display, made him see red.  All of his suppressed hatred and humiliation at being made into Kao’s personal pussy bitch came boiling out. He stared fixedly at his friend’s nubile hole, so tiny and tender and virginal, and felt nothing but fury and lust.

Fire burning in his veins, he thrust forward, his boy-sized cock forcing entry. Whether it was for show or out of genuine pain, Kao howled, hole spasming as Rhys slid inside. The heat and moistness instantly overwhelmed Rhys and his eyes rolled back in his head. Holy fuck, Kao’s tiny hole was tight! It clamped down on his shaft, enveloping and crushing him with blissful agony. His hollering joined Kao’s and soon both men were engaged in a violent struggle for dominance. Kao wasn’t about to make Rhys’ job easy and fought him with every thrust. It was both love and war, though, because even though Rhys’ cock was small, it was just long enough to reach Kao’s prostate and soon he was pummeling it relentlessly, driving Kao to the heights of delirium even as his poor hole screamed with the torture of being raped so viciously.

Rhys’ bucking was so vigorous that Kao’s whole body reverberated with his thrusts and soon his huge balls and dripping shaft were slapping against Rhys’ taint. They were so big and heavy that it was painful. The mere fact that Kao’s equipment was big enough to reach all the way back to his taint further enraged Rhys and he accelerated his thrusting, leaning forward and grabbing his buddy’s nuts in his hand and crushing them. Kao yelled out between gasps for air but Rhys didn’t release him. If anything, he held them tighter, pulling them downward until they were smashed against the mattress.

When he finally exploded in orgasm, his cum mostly spurted against Kao’s hole. His shaft was so short that it was hard for him to keep it inside Kao while he was jizzing and he grimaced indignantly, envy rising once again inside like boiling oil. It wasn’t fair! Why did Kao have to be so hung while he was cursed with being so small?

BodyMax.

BodyMax!

His appointment was only days away.

His grimace turned into a smirk at the thought. Soon, he would be just as big as Kao if the advertisements were to be believed. Then they would finally be even. Then Kao’s hole would be ruined like his. Kao wouldn’t be able to walk again after he got through with him…

“Ow. That fuckin’ hurt, Mullet Top.”

“Good,” Rhys replied, grinning. “You deserved it.”

Kao’s rump was still pointing at his face, his little hole dribbling cum. He groaned heavily, reaching back to feel himself and sighed. “Did you really need to do that?” he asked, sitting back gingerly on his haunches and fixing Rhys with a reproachful stare. “I’ve always been gentle with you.”

Rhys pursed his lips, dabbing his still-hard cock with a cum rag. He was red-faced and panting and the long hair on the back of his head was damp with sweat against his neck. “C’mon, man, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that!”

“I did,” Kao admitted, casting his soft eyes downward. “But you were still too rough. It felt like you were hurting me on purpose.”

“I was,” Rhys admitted, shrugging. “Like I said, you deserved it. After all, thanks to you I have fuckin’ redneck mullet and a gaping ass pussy. Do you realize how humiliating that is? Everyone laughs and makes banjo noises now when they see me.” Kao suppressed a chuckle at this and Rhys stared at him icily, continuing, “And I lose the whole fuckin’ bar of soap inside me when I wash myself back there. I must have a half dozen bars stuck in there by now!” He shook his head, cheeks burning. “The least you can do is let me rape yer hole once in a while.”

Kao fixed him with his beautiful, brown eyes. “I’m sorry, Rhys. ‘Bout yer butthole, that is. Not the mullet. You know I’ve had a thing for rednecks ever since you made me watch that awful movie, Deliverance.”

Rhys swallowed bile, grumbling, “I didn’t make you watch it! It was your idea! You can’t blame me for yer stupid fetish! You should be glad I go along with it. Nothing’s stopping me from getting this mullet-top cut off!”

There was silence for a moment before Rhys realized that Kao was watching him expectantly. Finally, when Rhys still didn’t get the message, Kao looked significantly down at his monster cock, still hard and belching precum out of its wide piss slit.

Rhys held up his hands. “No way! Yer on yer own, bro.”

Kao lifted his eyebrows and pouted, giving Rhys his best impression of a sad puppy. As if that wasn’t enough, he waggled his mutant organ at him provocatively.

It worked; Rhys could never resist when Kao stared at him like that. “Ok, fine!” he huffed. “But peel back that big, ugly foreskin first. Yuck!” Unlike Kao, Rhys was circumcised and had yet to grow accustomed to the disgusting flap of skin covering his buddy’s cockhead.

Those puppy-dog eyes grew even sadder with this insult but Kao complied, slithering the ‘skin backward to reveal his abnormally fat, pink, glistening cockhead. Rhys had to steel himself; now that he’d cum, he wasn’t quite as enthusiastic about Kao’s cock. Plus, it was so huge that he invariably gagged on it…and this time was no exception. In fact, he soon learned that Kao’ puppy-dog eyes had been just an act. It was now payback time!

Kao’s revenge was brutal.

As soon as Rhys lowered his head, Kao reached around and wound his hand through the long hair on the back of his head and yanked. (It was for this precise reason that he’d convinced Rhys to get a mullet haircut: He liked something to hold onto when he was riding Rhys’ big booty.)

“Suck my big man cock, you stupid redneck slut!” his buddy grunted, grinding his crotch into Rhys’ face and choking him. Rhys writhed under this onslaught but had no choice but to swallow every last inch of that magnificent organ. After filling his mouth, Kao thrust it deep inside his throat, overwhelming Rhys’ gag reflex.

Kao face-fucked him hard, assaulting his throat much like Rhys had just assualted his hole. When his firehose finally erupted in orgasm, Rhys could feel his stomach filling with what felt like pints of white hot cum. His belly was distinctly rounder and fatter by the time Kao finally let go of him. He felt queasy and wondered how many calories he’d just consumed. Probably more than eating a huge cheeseburger. He would never lose weight as long as Kao insisted on filling him with his jizz!

“Ok,” he moaned after he’d washed the bitter taste of cum out of his mouth with a swig of water, “are we even now?”

Kao nodded, smirking with pride. All traces of his prior innocence were gone. “We are, Mullet Top…for now.”

Rhys scowled at him. “I don’t know why I stay with you. Every time I feel like I’ve gotten back at you, you make me do something even more depraved. Look at me! You’re turning me into a total fuckin’ freak!”

“Yeah, but yer my total fuckin’ freak,” Kao said, reaching out to wrap his powerful arms around him and nuzzle his ear. “And I love you for it. Thank you, bro, for making me the proudest, happiest guy in the world!”

He licked the sweat trickling down Rhys’ neck and Rhys shivered, a long, low moan escaping his lips. He didn’t know what disturbed him more: Kao’s insidious remaking of him or his willing complicity in the act. Part of him knew that, while it was true that Kao would do anything for him, Rhys would do even more for Kao. He lacked any ability to resist his friend. Kao was rapidly becoming his whole world. Soon, there would be nothing left of the old Rhys. The question that chilled him most was this: When the last traces were gone, what would he be?

Shuddering with dread at the thought, he realized that BodyMax and the promise it held were his only hope. That appointment can’t come soon enough!

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Chapter 6

Ash was skeptical. Crossing his lean arms, he muttered, “I’ll believe it when I see it, bro.”

“I’m not shittin’ you!” Rhys sputtered. “I swear that’s how Kao got so, uh, you know, big.”

“He went to a clinic and they miraculously made his muscles and dick grow?” Ash’s blond eyebrow was slanted nearly upright. “Puh-lease, Rhys! This isn’t science fiction. Have you ever considered that maybe Kao just works out really hard and is genetically gifted with a honkin’ cock?”

“He’s not gifted,” Rhys said between gritted teeth. “He cheated! I should know. His cock keeps growing. It’s like three or four inches longer than it was the first time he–” he choked off the last bit, too embarrassed to finish the sentence. As Ash looked on in amusement, he shook his head, causing his mullet to wave back and forth, shielding his rosy cheeks from view. “Anyway,” he mumbled, “it’s bigger all the time. And that’s not normal!”

“That’s a neat tattoo, by the way,” Ash said, struggling to keep the amusement out of his voice. “It fits in real nice with yer mullet. Your West Virginia roots’re finally showing.”

“Shut up.” Rhys couldn’t meet the tall swim captain’s gaze as he self-consciously covered the monster truck tattoo on his right bicep. “I kinda like it.” His voice lacked conviction, though, betraying the fact that he hated the tattoo with a passion. He was still furious at Kao for forcing him to get it.

“The camo tank top really sets it off,” Ash continued, clearly enjoying Rhys’ discomfort. “Although you might consider washing it occasionally. It’s kinda stained.”

Rhys inadvertently looked down at himself and regretted doing so. His big belly was stretching out the shirt that Kao had dressed him in. He could even see his outie belly button protruding against the fabric. Try as he might to lose it, he’d gained even more weight since he’d started seeing Kao and now tipped the scales at over 225 pounds.

“Kao likes it like that,” he said defensively. “You know I can’t say no to him.”

Ash nodded. “Um, yeah, that’s abundantly clear, I’d say. You’re really different now, bro. That Kao is makin’ ya into a whole new redn–I mean, man!”

“That’s why I need yer help!” Rhys cried, taking Ash’s big hands in his own and wringing them pleadingly. “Will you come with me to the clinic? They won’t see me unless I have someone with me. The doctor sez I’ll be really out of it after the procedure.”

Ash calmly removed himself from Rhys’ grip. He regarded him critically for a moment before sighing heavily and capitulating, “Oh, alright! I’ll come with you. But I still don’t see why you don’t have Kao take you.”

“‘Cuz he’ll try to stop me, that’s why!”

“Does this mean I’ll be in trouble with Kao?” Ash queried. “No offense but I don’t wanna get on his bad side. He’s a big guy!”

Rhys shook his head. “Don’t worry! He’ll never find out. Just pick me up at my place tomorrow at nine.”

When he started to reach for Ash’s hands again, the tall captain held them up, backing away. “Ok! Ok! I said I’ll do it. But I don’t have a good feeling ‘bout this.”

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