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PART 1

“I could take him on and win,” Zack thought determinedly to himself as he stared into Kael Esquivel’s tawny eyes.

Kael seemed slightly surprised by Zack’s challenging stare and his eyes narrowed before the corner of his mouth rose in a slight smile.  “You’re the only one of these pledges who could look me in the eyes, MacLaughlin. I like that.” Then he startled Zack and everyone else by slapping Zack on the arm and laughing loudly.

Zack knew at that moment that he would get into the illustrious Phi Alpha Gamma fraternity.  What he didn’t know is that it was the start of a friendship that would change his life.

Kael Esquivel was not only president of the mighty Phi Alpha Gamma fraternity; he was also one of the best soccer players on campus, possibly one of the best in the country.  And his father practically owned the prestigious soccer training program run by former champion Erik Sorenson at the University.  Everyone knew that in order to stand a chance at getting into Sorenson’s elite program called ‘The Compound’, you first had to get into the Phi fraternity.  And that meant getting chosen by Kael.

Zack MacLaughlin had the imposing size of a star soccer player that was matched by his drive, speed, and determination.  He didn’t so much beat his opponents as conquer them.  No one seemed to be able to match his stamina and certainly no one could match his ambition.  He dreamed not only of playing on one of Europe’s premier soccer teams, but also of being the next great player of all time.  Getting into the Phi fraternity was just the first step.  And he could tell that he was destined to get in.  He knew he was destined for greatness.

Despite his certainty at getting chosen, he was nonetheless surprised the next morning when he received a text message saying simply, “Meet me on pitch @ 4 –K.”  It was from Kael.  Zack had thought he’d get an invitation to the fraternity’s fall party the old fashioned way in his mailbox written on Kael’s engraved letterhead.  He’d never heard of getting a text from the frat’s president, much less one that was essentially a challenge to a duel.  Zack smirked to himself in anticipation, saying aloud to his smart phone, “Bring it on, asshole.  Bring. It. On.”

Zack may have lacked Kael’s impressive pedigree (the elder Esquivel was a billionaire owner of a worldwide agricultural conglomerate who owned a dozen villas scattered across Europe and South America and who lavished his family with the best of everything), but he came from a family of means that allowed him to live in comfort and enjoy an easy existence.  He was confident that he every bit as good as Kael.   In fact, he was more than confident; he was eager to show Kael just how impressive he was.

The day seemed to pass in a haze of anticipation and Zack couldn’t wait to get into his kit and tie on his cleats.  He headed over to the Compound with a cocky spring in his step.  Even though he’d never been there, he knew exactly where it was because he’d been waiting and dreaming of the day when he was be invited there.  Every freshman soccer player did.  He strode confidently, careful to appear nonchalant.  He knew that Kael would be waiting for him when he arrived.

The guard at the gate had been informed that Zack would be coming and opened the door without comment, pointing Zack toward the pitch.  “Mr. Esquivel said that he would meet you at the center of the field.”  Zack nodded and, not deigning to reply, sauntered through the gate.  He ignored the other players filing past him on their way to practice or back to the frat house and apartments.  There was no way he would betray any sign that he wasn’t already one of them.  Indeed, in his mind, he was.

When he got to the center practice field, he wasn’t surprised to see Kael already there, dressed in his signature red jersey, warming up.  He looked up and waved at Zack before trotting over.

“Hey, MacLaughlin, glad you made it,” he said, a genuinely kind smile on his lips.

Kael Esquivel was several inches shorter than Zack and had tawny hair matched by tawny golden eyes.  He was of a sturdier build than Zack with broad shoulders and thick, muscular legs.  He looked more like a rugby player than a soccer player.  Graced with pleasant, masculine features, his face was wide and his smile wider.  Zack noted that he even had a cleft chin.  Kael possessed an ease that belied the fact that he was an heir to vast fortune larger than the GDP of most small countries.

Kael reached out and grabbed Zack’s hand in his own, shaking it and pulling Zack in close for a guy hug.  “Welcome to Phi Alpha Gamma,” he whispered, “Now let me see what you’re made of.”

To a lesser mortal, that first sentence would have enough to stop the heart.  To Zack, it was merely stating the obvious.  Of course he would be made a brother and of course he would be accepted into The Compound.  The second sentence was what got his blood rushing in his veins.  He was being challenged and he was going to make sure that he won.  There was no other option.

He returned the handshake and clasp with a firm one of his own, saying, “Thanks.  I’m honored.  Now prepare to get your ass kicked.”

Kael snorted with obvious pleasure and passed a soccer ball to Zack.  The game was on.

It didn’t exactly go as Zack had planned, that was alright; it ended up going even better.  Within moments of starting, he could tell that he had a real fight on his hands.  Kael presented the image of being casual, almost lazy, but when it came to soccer, he was an incredibly focused and brutal opponent.  He seemed to anticipate all of Zack’s moves and continually inserted his own, lightning-fast maneuvers that Zack had difficulty countering.  At first, Zack was focused only on winning, then at some point he switched to just trying to stay even, and finally without realizing it, he allowed himself to let go completely of any goal and abandoned himself to the simple pleasure of the match.  It was like a grueling, intricate, and exalting dance that transported him to joyful world he’d never experienced before.  When it was over, both men collapsed on the spongy grass of the pitch, chests heaving and bodies pouring sweat.  They were completely exhausted.  And neither had won; it had been a draw.

They didn’t say anything after the game; they didn’t have to.  Zack knew that he would move into the fraternity house that weekend after the fall party and he knew that these bouts with Kael were going to become a regular event.  He couldn’t wait for the next one.  Struggling to his feet, he walked stiffly off the field and, collecting his things, walked straight back to his dorm and slept for twelve hours.

From that day forward, rarely a day went by when Kael and Zack were separated.  It was almost as if they had been friends forever so keenly were they matched.  Zack’s room in the house was across the hall from Kael’s.  They practiced on different teams in the compound because Zack was in the freshmen league and Kael was in the junior league, but their schedules were the same so they would meet after every practice to spar.  Sometimes they would spar hard and sometimes they would take it easy and chat while trading the ball back and forth.  Kael sometimes joked that if they didn’t both have girlfriends, people would think they were a couple.

There was only one cloud in the dream that Zack’s life had become and that was the fact that Kael had also invited Nate Peterson to be on the team.  Nate was Zack’s nemesis; a tall, lanky, blond guy with blue eyes and a cocky demeanor.  He was the one player whom Zack could not stand.  He was a total jackass and always smirked at Zack with derision, seeming to glory in outscoring Zack whenever he could.  Zack hated to admit it, but Nate was nearly as good as he was.  Probably because of this, Kael had invited Nate into the fraternity as well and Nate had moved into the room next to Zack’s.  Zack did his best to ignore Nate and was relieved when they were assigned to different teams.  Still, Kael became close friends with Nate, too, and Zack was forced to spend more time with his rival than he cared to.  Nate seemed keenly attuned to Zack’s dislike and did everything he could to make himself as repellant as possible.  There was nothing Zack could do but tolerate it as best as possible.  He found himself hoping, however, that Nate would injure himself and have to leave the team.

It was at the Thanksgiving house party at their sister sorority that Kael invited Zack to spend the Christmas break with him at the family estate in Santiago, Chile.

“You’re serious?” Zack asked, taken aback and extremely flattered.

“Oh, yeah, totally,” Kael said, motioning at the same time to Zack’s girlfriend, Madison.  “I’d love it if you could join us, Madi. And, you, too, Zoe.” (Zoe was Kael’s girlfriend.)

Madison raised a delicate eyebrow, saying, “Well, I’d hate to intrude…”

Zoe laughed.  “Way to cover your tracks, Kael.  Madison and I both know that you just want to get Zack to yourself.” She smiled knowingly at Kael and he blushed.  Everyone laughed, partly because it was so ridiculous and partly because it maybe it was partly true.  Zack felt distinctly uncomfortable, but laughed to cover it up.

Zack expected Kael to say something lewd, but instead he just smiled, saying, “No, it would be perfect.  We could all hang out together and relax.  It’s almost summertime in Santiago right now after all.”

Madison seemed to consider for a moment before replying, “I promised my parents I’d meet them in Cabo, but I might be able to make it for a week or two.  I’ll see.”

Zoe said flatly, “Nope, I’m going home and then my cousins and I are going skiing in Telluride.  It sounds like fun, though.  I’m sure you boys will find some way to amuse yourselves.”

They all looked at Zack expectantly.  His mind was racing.  On the one hand, it would be fun.  On the other, he’d never left the country and didn’t speak Spanish.  He’d never even thought about Chile much less Santiago before.  Wasn’t Chile a Third World country?  Was it safe?

Kael sensed his unease and said brightly, “I’ll tell you what.  Don’t answer me yet.  I’ll send you some photos of the house where we’ll be staying and some links to information about Santiago and you can decide later.  It’s a really nice city; I practically grew up there.”

“Yeah, it’s super nice, Zack,” Zoe added.  “You won’t believe the place, either.  It’s not so much a house as an estate.”

Zack nodded and was lost in thought, considering this unexpected request, when Nate Peterson walked up, causing Zack to groan inwardly.  Nate was so fucking arrogant and insulting.  What was worse, he was incredibly vain and wasted no opportunity to show off in front of girls.  Madison got all giggly and nervous when Nate was around and it made Zack’s blood boil.  It was like he thought that everyone was there only to worship him. Sure, he was a good soccer player but he was certainly not the best.  And he really wasn’t that good looking, not that Zack was one to judge that sort of thing, of course.  For the millionth time, Zack wondered why Kael tolerated Nate’s attitude.

“What’s up, guys?” he said in his usual cocky manner.  Zack suppressed a scowl and carefully schooled his expression.  The others didn’t share his dislike for Nate and he’d been taken to task several times already by Madison for being rude to Nate.  He tried to force himself to smile, but realized it probably looked more like a grimace. 

“Not much,” Kael replied, also smiling.  “We were just talking about our holiday plans.  What are you going to do, Nate?”

Nate ignored Zack and focused his attention on Kael instead.  “I don’t know.  I haven’t really thought about it.  Probably just hang out with my folks in Minneapolis.  Why, what are you guys doing?”

Zack felt himself holding his breath, hoping fervently that Kael wouldn’t invite Nate to stay with him as well.  There was no way that Zack could stand being stuck in the same house with Nate Peterson for six weeks.

Much to Zack’s surprise and relief, though, Kael answered, “I’m not sure.  Things are still up in the air.  I’ll probably fly down to Chile.  I haven’t been back home in a long time.”  He didn’t make any mention of inviting Nate at all.  Zack felt himself relax and he actually smiled sincerely.  The conversation drifted off to other topics.

In the end, Zack did end up flying down to meet up with Kael in Santiago.  He left after Christmas, though, and took an overnight flight from his folks’ place in Portland.  Kael was already down there, having met up with his dad in Sao Paulo before heading over to Chile.

Despite his nervousness about traveling to a country he hadn’t been able to find on a map until a month ago, he was pleasantly surprised by how modern and clean the airport was.  It was just like an airport in the States.  And he didn’t have to worry about not speaking Spanish because Kael was waiting for him at the baggage claim, ready to take charge.

When his luggage didn’t show up at the carousel, Kael marched over to the service desk and let loose a volley of perfect Spanish that left Zack gaping.  Kael met his astonished gaze with a sly smirk, saying, “Not what you’d expected?  I told you that I practically grew up here.”

“But you don’t even have a Spanish accent!” Zack sputtered.

“When you have an American mother, you learn to speak English very well.  My mother always made me speak English to her, but I spoke Spanish with everyone else when I was down here.”

Zack’s luggage never appeared and he had to place a lost bag claim with the airline.  The best he could hope for was that it would arrive on another flight and they would deliver it to Kael’s house in the city.  He acted like it was no big deal, but privately he was cursing the inconvenience.  He would have to buy at least a few clothes to get him through.

Kael stepped forward immediately, however, insisting that everything was fine. “No worries, Zack.  We’ll go into the city right and order some nice, new clothes.  It will be on me.”  Zack must have looked relieved because Kael put his arm around him saying, “I don’t want you to worry about anything while you’re here.  You’re my guest and I always treat guests like royalty.  Now let’s go.”

The sun was fiercely hot as they stepped out of the airport and, accustomed to the cold winter of the U.S., Zack was soon sweating.  He forgot all about his discomfort, though, when saw the car that Kael was driving.  A flashy new red Masserati waited at the curb.  Zack’s jaw dropped open.

Kael winked at him. “See, it’s a good thing your luggage didn’t arrive because there is no room for it.”

Zack could only run his hand lovingly along the curves of the lovely car.

“Like a beautiful woman, no?” Kael asked and Zack noticed that his friend was now speaking with a detectable Spanish accent.  Being back in Santiago must do that him, he thought to himself, amused.

They jumped in the car and Kael was speeding down the road toward Santiago.  Zack could see the high towers of the city rising in the distance.  In moments, the car was maneuvering like a dream through the heavy traffic of the downtown.  Even though Zack would have preferred to be in the driver’s seat, he had to admit reluctantly that Kael drove expertly; he seemed to anticipate every turn and every obstacle and it felt like only a minute or two before they pulled up in front of a small shop in the center of the commercial district.  Kael hopped out of the car, gesturing grandly.  “This is my family’s favorite tailor.  He’ll get you measured and then we’ll order clothes.”

Zack must have looked perplexed because Kael burst out laughing.  “Measured?” Zack stammered.

“Yes, of course.  I told you that I treat my guests like royalty.  It will take a few days, but you’ll the most stylish, best-fitting clothes ever.  The girls will eat you up.”  He winked and turned to go inside.

“But wouldn’t it be simpler just to stop by the mall and buy some clothes?  I really don’t mind.  And I’d like to have something to wear other than these clothes I have on.  I don’t want to be stuck wearing them for several days until the new ones arrive.”

Kael turned and smiled broadly. “Don’t worry.  You can borrow my brother’s clothes for a few days until yours arrive.  He’s just about your size and your new clothes will get here before you know it.”

Zack shrugged.  He didn’t like the idea at all, but he decided not to press it.  They walked into the store.

The place was small but evidently very high end.  Everything was simple yet perfectly appointed.  Zack had never been inside such a place and immediately felt way underdressed in his jeans and favorite soccer jersey.  Even though it was air-conditioned, he could feel himself sweating.  A short man detached himself from behind a counter and greeted Kael with polite deference.

Kael launched into another stream of incomprehensible Spanish and the man nodded, taking Zack by the shoulder and steering him into one of the fitting rooms.  Kael followed them into the small room, saying, “You’ll need to take off your clothes so he can measure you.”

Zack swallowed and looked at him, causing Kael to laugh. “Go on.  Just do it.”

Zack didn’t like this at all (Why did Kael have to be in here anyway?) and would have walked out, but Kael put his hand firmly on Zack’s shoulder and commanded, “Come on, MacLaughlin.  I promise you will be glad you did.  This guy makes the best clothes ever.”

Reluctantly, Zack began to undress, feeling distinctly uncomfortable.  When he was standing in front of them wearing just his boxers, Kael shocked him by pulling them down so they fell around his ankles, leaving Zack completely naked in front of the two men, surrounded by mirrors.

“Hey, stop it!” he complained, reaching awkwardly down to pull up his shorts.  Kael stopped him, though, with a firm hand on his wrist.

“Just relax.  It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.  Now let him take your measurements.” Zack felt his cheeks burning, but the look in Kael’s eyes was mocking and Zack immediately felt like a dope for being so prudish.  He dropped his shorts and stood up, letting the tailor wrap his measuring tape around his waist, chest, arms.

While the tailor was measuring, Kael stepped back and, much to Zack’s chagrin, surveyed his naked body critically, fingers absently stroking his chin in thought.  He walked behind Zack and murmured, “Hmmm…Not much of a butt, huh?  We’ll have to work on that.”

Zack’s heart was thumping and he felt like he was going to panic. “Kael!  Come on!  What are you doing?  Leave me alone.”  He just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.  Why was Kael being so weird?

Kael laughed again. “Don’t worry, Zack.  We’ll make your ass more Latin in no time.  The girls down here expect a man to have a nice ass.”  Then, to Zack’s undying embarrassment, he stepped around in front of him and stared at his crotch.  His face fell slightly as he added, “Not much there, either, is there?  And they’ve cut off part of what little there was to begin with.  Why do Americans do that?”  He sighed and smiling resignedly, added, “Well, I guess we’ll have to work on that, too.”

That was too much.  Zack shoved the tailor away and, yanking up his boxers, marched over to his clothes and started pulling them.  “I want to go back to the United States now,” he stately flatly.  “You can drop me back off at the airport and I’ll wait for the next flight.”

Kael seemed unruffled and walked nonchalantly over to Zack, reaching out to put a placating hand on his shoulder.  Zack shook it off.  “I want to leave, Kael.  I’m not joking.”

Kael drew his lips together, saying, “Zack, come on.  You just got here.  I’m just having a little fun with you.”

“That wasn’t funny.”  Zack found himself shaking and willed himself to stop.

Kael frowned.  “I know, I know.  I guess it was just funny for me, not for you.  I’m sorry.  I won’t do it again.  I promise that if you stay, I’ll help you turn yourself into a real Latin stud that the ladies won’t be able to resist.”

“Why would I want that?  I’m not Latin and, besides, I’m enough of a stud as it is.  I don’t need any help.”

Kael didn’t say anything to that and instead turned and walked out of the changing room, leaving Zack to get dressed.  He was waiting in the car when Zack emerged from the shop.  Zack got in and, despite his sour mood, couldn’t help feeling the thrill of being in a real Masserati course through his veins again.

“Well, where am I taking you, Zack? To the airport or to my home?” Kael asked, staring at him in an almost challenging manner.

Zack sighed, feeling very tired.  “I guess I’ll stay.  But don’t pull that shit again, OK?  It seriously freaked me out.”

Kael laughed, starting the car and flying down the street.  “Don’t worry” was all he said.

It was late morning and a night without sleep, the ordeal with his missing luggage, and the weird interaction with Kael at the store were beginning to take their toll on Zack and he found himself dosing off, despite the thrill of riding in a Masserati.  All he knew was that they left the downtown and began climbing up into the hills above the city.  He woke abruptly when Kael pulled the Masserati into the driveway.  A guard was posted outside the gate and he entered a code to open it once he recognized Kael.  As they drove in, Zack gaped.  He had known that the Esquivels were wealthy and had been impressed by the Masserati, but this was beyond even fantasy.  The house wasn’t just a house; it was an grand, far-reaching estate made up of many buildings.  Kael casually pointed out sights of interest as they toured through the grounds.  Here was the golf course, there was the stable and pastures, coming up was the natatorium with an Olympic-sized pool.  Then there were the tennis courts, the squash courts, and, of course, the soccer pitch.

There were guesthouses, servants quarters that were larger than more homes in the U.S., and summer houses.  The grounds were alive with people, some clearly groundskeepers and caretakers, but others appeared to be there simply to use the facilities.  “We let our friends use the place while we’re gone.  What the sense in maintaining all of this if no one is here to enjoy it?” Kael remarked.  Zack’s heart was thumping inside his chest.  Wealth on this scale was beyond him.  All he could do was say, “Wow.”

Kael looked at him, amused.  “A lot to take in, isn’t it?  You’ll get used to it.  It’s all yours to enjoy.”  After a moment, he added, “After you get settled in and take a nap, a bunch of my buddies are coming over to play soccer or futbol as they call it here.  How would you like to be captain of the opposing team?  May the best man win.”

Zack swallowed and regained some of his usual swagger. “I’ll kick your ass and you know it,” he said confidently.

Kael laughed out loud and pulled the car up in front of huge, modern, glass edifice.  “We’re home,” he announced proudly.  “This is my house.”

By that point, Zack was overwhelmed by everything and could only gaze at the place in awe.  Numbly, he got out of the car and looked for his bags before realizing that they had been lost.  He let Kael guide him to the front door where they took a glass elevator to the top floor.  Exiting, Zack followed Kael dumbly across a huge expanse of tile to the front of the ‘house.’

“Behold the splendid city of Santiago,” Kael motioned grandly.  The whole front of the house was glass overlooking a hot tub and long swimming pool, also made of glass.  Hanging gardens cascaded behind the pool and, beyond them, the hillside fell away to reveal an incredible view of the sprawling city below, sparkling in the early afternoon sunlight.  Needless to say, if Zack had been capable of feeling anything at that point, he would have been even more impressed than he already was.

Zack walked around the giant living room filled with understated yet elegant leather furniture in stunned amazement.  It was too much; he simply couldn’t take it all in.  All he could do was crash down on the couch in front of a low, open fireplace, finally succumbing to a wave of fatigue.  He could hardly keep his eyes open.

“This is totally fucking amazing, bro,” he mumbled as Kael plopped down on the couch beside him, legs spread wide, thigh casually resting against Zack’s, a true master in his domain.  “Thanks for inviting me…” his voice trailed off as his eyes closed.

Kael laughed and squeezed Zack’s leg.  “It’s my pleasure, of course.  And the best part is we have the place to ourselves.  My mom is in Monaco visiting relatives, my dad is in Sao Paulo on business, and my brother is on holiday in the Alps.  We can do whatever we want.”  The moments stretched out as Zack became uncomfortably aware of Kael’s hand on his thigh; he would have moved, but he was too tired. “And,” Kael continued, “We have a bunch of chicas coming over tonight.  Just wait until you see how beautiful the girls are here, my friend.”

Zack was too tired to respond and was already drifting off to sleep.  Before he could nod off, though, Kael jumped up and exclaimed, “Ah, and here comes Marta with some refreshments.  Gracias, Marta!”

Zack roused himself from his stupor and saw a small, dark woman approaching from what must have been the kitchen area.  She was carrying a tray of drinks and sandwiches.  Abruptly, he realized how hungry he was.  The woman put the tray down witout a word and walked away, but not before casting a strange, almost pitying glance in Zack’s direction.  He didn’t think much of it at the time because he was so hungry, but later he noticed that Marta always gave him that same, strange look.  She must not be used to foreigners, Zack thought, and tucked into the food.

After eating lunch, Kael led Zack down a wide, shiny hallway to his room.  It was the biggest bedroom Zack had ever seen and he felt his jaw drop.  The room faced the same direction as the living room and boasted the same killer view of Santiago.  The wide front windows opened onto a private balcony with a Jacuzzi surrounded by dripping ferns.   Inside, the room was brilliant white with a glowing marble floor, a fireplace of sparkling alabaster brick, ivory leather chairs and a couch, and an enormous, acre-sized bed with tons of pillows and a huge downy comforter.  Seeing the bed made him realize how tired he was and he fought back a craving to flop down on it and sink into its softness.

Zack paced around the room in awe with Kael looking on in bemusement.  He even had his own bathroom with a glass shower, in-floor tub, and sauna.  He couldn’t believe how luxurious his room was.  Overwhelmed and exhausted, he sat down on the bed, saying, “I don’t know what to say.  Wow.”

Kael chuckled and sat down next to him, putting his hand on Zack’s shoulder.  “This is Dex’s room.  He won’t be around and he said he was fine with you staying here.  Check out the clothes in his closet; his stuff should fit you.  He won’t care if you wear his clothes.  He hasn’t even worn most of it—my parents keep the place stocked so we don’t have to worry about packing a suitcase when we visit.”

Zack couldn’t comprehend wealth on this scale.  All he could say was, “Wow.”

“Well, I’ll let you get settled in,” Kael said, standing up and stretching theatrically. “I’m going to get my swim trunks on and go out by the pool if you care to join me.  I’m pretty sure he keeps his swim stuff in those dressers next to the bed.” He indicated a long row of polished white dressers.  Zack stared at them, not sure if he had the energy to get up again.  He yawned widely.

Kael smiled down at him and chucked him under the chin.  “Come on, dude.  You can sleep by the pool if you like.  Join me!”

Summoning up the last shreds of his energy, Zack pushed himself off the bed, saying, “Yeah, right.  OK.” 

Closing the door, he padded over to the bed and took off his clothes.  The wall opposite the bed was hung with mirrors and Zack surveyed his body critically.  He didn’t know why Kael made him feel so insecure.  He’d always been proud of his taut body and Madison thought he was totally hot.  Sure, he could be more muscular, but he liked being skinny and he didn’t need to be weighed down by big muscles on the soccer pitch.  And, yes, he was pretty hairy, but every guy in his family was and he thought it was manly.  He scorned guys who plucked, tweezed, and shaved themselves; he was proud of his prominent thatch of pubic hair, furry chest, and five o’clock shadow.  Also, being pale was better than wearing fake tan or risking melanoma. 

Turning to face his reflection fully, he couldn’t help noticing his crotch.  Kael had touched a sore spot when he’d teased Zack for having a small package.  He hated to admit that his cock was small, but it was true.  It barely peaked out of his pubic hair when soft and measured only five inches when hard no matter how much Zack tried to stretch it.  It was pitiful and he felt embarrassed by it.  Even though he was perfect in every other way, Zack secretly believed that having a small cock meant he was deficient.  It was his private curse and he hated Kael for making fun of him.

Sighing, he turned around and pulled open one of the dresser drawers, looking for a suitable pair of trunks to wear in the pool.

Zack awoke to the pleasant afternoon sunlight on his face.  His head felt light, but otherwise he was feeling warm and relaxed.  Exotic bird calls surrounded him and he felt a delicate breeze blowing across his body.  Opening his eyes, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the bright light, but gradually he saw that he was outside. The soothing sound of water trickled nearby and he realized he must be near the pool.

Then he became aware that he was almost completely naked.

Jumping up and looking at himself in alarm, he realized that he was wearing only the tiniest hot pink thong.  Casting wildly about, it dawned on him that he had been sleeping beside the pool in full view of everyone inside the house wearing only a fucking thong.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he exclaimed and was tempted to rip the piece of fabric off, but stopped because he didn’t want to be completely naked either.  He looked around, desperately trying to find his clothes or anything to cover himself with.  He had no memory of taking off his clothes, much less putting on the thong.  He wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like that.  What was going on?  Was this another one of Kael’s sick jokes?

Just then, he heard the sliding door open from the house and Kael emerged, carrying a tray of drinks.  Zack couldn’t help covering his crotch with his hands as he marched over to his friend, demanding, “Where are my fucking clothes, Kael?”

Kael looked amused and, setting the drinks down on a table by the pool, ignored the question. “Did you sleep well?  After your swim, you were so tired that you almost fell asleep in the water.”

Zack felt like punching Kael, but refrained only because he was too embarrassed to remove his hands from his crotch.  “Kael!  What the fuck?  Why the hell am I wearing this ridiculous thing?  Did you put this on me while I was asleep?  Is this your idea of a joke?”

Kael picked up one of the drinks and handed it to Zack, but Zack refused to take it, shaking his head vigorously.  Finally, Kael shrugged and, taking a sip from the drink, replied, “You chose it yourself.  You thought it was hilarious when you found it in Dex’s stuff.  Don’t you remember?  You seemed to have a great time goofing around in it.”

Zack’s mind was spinning.  He had no memory of this.  He was so confused. Without thinking, he removed one of his hands from his crotch and rubbed his temples.  Slowly, it came to him.  “What were those drinks that Marta gave us?  I can’t believe that I acted like that.”

A small grin slid across Kael’s face.  “It was our traditional welcome cocktail.  I should have warned you; they are almost pure alcohol.”

Zack closed his eyes and opened them again.  He noticed that Kael was wearing a red, square-cut Speedo; tight, but not nearly as revealing as the tiny thong he had on.  He could feel his bare ass hanging out the back, displayed to the world—or at least to Kael and whatever servants might be in the house.  What was worse, the string was riding painfully up his crack.  What the fuck?  He would never in a million years wear something like that back home.  Ever since landing in this fucking country, his life had gone to hell.  Finally in exasperation he reached over and took a drink from the tray, he was about to take a sip when he stopped and asked defensively, “What’s in this?  Not another ‘Welcome Cocktail’ I hope.”

Kael laughed.  “It’s just lemonade.” And then he startled Zack by slapping him hard on the ass and laughing.  “Now, come on, we have time for one last dip before the guys get here for soccer.” Putting his drink down, he ran across the patio and dove in.

All Zack wanted to do was get inside and get dressed, but was surprised and perplexed to find himself jumping into the pool behind his friend.  His body just didn’t seem to want to obey him and this worried a distant part of him.  But the water felt so nice and cool after lying in the hot sun that he had to admit that it was exhilarating being almost naked in the water.  It was like skinny-dipping during the summer in high school.  Except that then it had been with Madison, not Kael.  And that just didn’t feel right.  No, something definitely felt wrong.  Still, he kept on swimming and cavorting as if it was nothing unusual.

After the swim, Kael brought out a couple of towels and handed one to Zack, finally allowing Zack to cover up.  While grateful to no longer display himself so prominently and to be the butt of Kael’s endlessly suggestive jokes, if he had been forced to admit it, Zack found wearing the thong was kind of arousing.  In fact, he was feeling quite aroused in it and worried that Kael would notice exactly how excited he was. Instinctively, he wrapped the towel around himself tightly. His head was still pounding and felt all wrong inside.  He kept shaking it, trying to clear it.  He’d never imagined himself wearing something so girly and stupid and certainly never wanted to put it on again…Still, he kind of got why a guy might wear one, at least privately.   ‘Wait,’ he thought worriedly, ‘What the fuck am I thinking?  I’m going to have to really watch what I drink from now on.’  This was just not right.

He was drying off when he remembered that he hadn’t worn sunblock and, with his really fair skin, he was guaranteed to get a bad sunburn.  “Fuck.  How long have I been out here?  I’m going to be so red by tonight.  Fuck.”

Kael put a reassuring hand on his back and, rubbing his shoulder, said, “Don’t worry.  You won’t burn.”

Zack tried to pull away from Kael’s hand, but he found he couldn’t.  Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, he asked, “Why?  Did I also forget putting on sunblock?”

“No.  Even better,” Kael said, reaching around to toss a small bottle over to Zack.  “You put this on.  It will turn the burn into a nice tan.”

Zack looked at the little bottle.  The printing was in Spanish but he gathered that it was some sort of sun bronzing lotion.  “Dude, this stuff never works.  I’m going to fry.”

Kael winked at him, saying, “Trust me.  You’ll have a nice tan.  In fact,” he added, pulling down Zack’s towel to expose the bright pink thong and his bare ass, “You’ll be a true Latin before you know it.”

Zack yanked the towel back up.  “Dude, cut it out!” he exclaimed, backing away from Kael.  “Guys down here seriously don’t wear these things, do they?”

“Sure they do.  You’d be surprised at what Latin men wear to impress women.  We’re not as hung up on ourselves as American guys.”

Wrapping the towel tightly around himself, Zack muttered, “I’m not sure that’s such a good thing.”

Kael laughed and, taking the bottle from Zack, squirted some of the lotion into his hands and began rubbing it onto Zack’s back.  Zack wanted to pull away, but surprised himself by allowing himself to settle into Kael’s ministrations.  Soon, he felt himself growing sleepy again and allowed Kael to guide him back to the chair where he laid down on his belly and groaned slightly as Kael rubbed the oil into his skin. 

He awoke again a few minutes later as Kael was finishing up and, noticing that his towel had come undone, fastened it again and followed Kael inside.  “We have about fifteen minutes before soccer practice.  I had Marta lay out Dex’s kit for you to wear.  I’ll meet you by the elevator in a few minutes.”

Kael disappeared into his room, leaving Zack to try to remember which room was Dex’s.  He walked down the hall and looked in the palatial rooms until he found the one with his clothes lying on a chair and a soccer uniform on the bed.  He didn’t remember it, but this must be Dex’s room.  A drawer filled with brightly colored underwear had been let half-open in a low, stylish bureau; that must have been where the thong had come from.  Zack was relieved to see that at least the soccer uniform was standard; nothing surprising about it, just a pair of cleats, socks, blue shorts, a blue jersey, and a jock.  He looked askance at the jock; he had never worn another guy’s jock before.  It was a bit fruity, but then he glanced at himself in the mirror and realized that he was wearing Dex’s thong.  Grimacing, he thought to himself how could wearing his jock be any weirder than wearing his thong?  Sighing, he stripped out of the thong and got dressed.

Kael was waiting for him at the elevator, dressed in a red soccer kit and smiling at him slyly.  “You look good in Dex’s kit, but not as good as you did in his thong,” he said jokingly.

Zack scowled, saying, “I’m never going to put that thing on again.”  At the thought of putting on the thong, though, he felt his prick inadvertently harden.  What the fuck was wrong with him?  Everything had been wrong ever since he’d gotten off the plane.

The door opened and they stepped in, Zack feeling uncomfortably aware of how close Kael was standing to him; he could feel the heat emanating from his friend’s body.  He took a step away.  It seemed like the ride down to the first floor took forever.

Leaving the Esquivel mansion, Zack followed Kael as he jogged down the driveway toward the soccer pitch.  Zack was still feeling groggy from the long plane ride and the ‘welcome’ cocktail and his legs felt heavy; he had a hard time keeping up with Kael and was glad the pitch wasn’t too far away.  He had no idea how he would ever play a game of soccer, but resolved to do his best.

There was a group of about ten guys waiting for them, half dressed in blue and half in red.  Zack smiled to himself; Kael had thought everything out.  He wondered if his friend had stacked the team in his favor or if he had made sure that the teams had a balance of talent.  He would find out soon.

Zack soon found that none of the other guys spoke English and the little Spanish he knew didn’t cover soccer.  The guys on the blue team stood around him, staring, and he felt really uncomfortable.  There was little to do but start the game and hope that they could play together using hand gestures.  Zack started sweating even before the game started.  Not for the first time, he wondered why the hell he was there; he felt like the world didn’t make sense anymore and he didn’t fit into it.  It was profoundly unsettling.

Kael tried his best to make Zack feel at ease, but everything he did fell flat and made Zack feel even more uncomfortable.  When they started playing, Zack’s brain felt slow and his legs were slower.  It seemed like they were playing a completely different game than he was used to and he kept making stupid mistakes.  His teammates, being good friends of Kael, didn’t make fun of him or laugh, but he could tell they were getting exasperated with him.  Finally, he just gave up and walked off the field, allowing another guy on the sidelines take his place.  It was one of the most humiliating things that had ever happened to him, worse even than waking up in a hot pink thong.  He sat down on a bench and dropped his head into his hands, feeling absolutely exhausted.  He just wanted to leave.

He must have dozed off because the he awoke with a start to the feeling of Kael’s hand on his shoulder.  Looking around somewhat wildly, Zack realized that the other players had left and the sky was growing dark.

“I’m sorry, Zack,” Kael whispered behind him.  His voice sounded so tender and so sweet that it creeped him out; it made the hair on the back Zack’s neck stand up.  Kael put his other hand on Zack’s shoulder and proceeded to give him a shoulder massage.  Zack felt like he should bristle and wanted badly to pull away from Kael (why was Kael acting so weird?); but, to his endless bewilderment, instead he leaned back into Kael and allowed Kael to move his hands inside of his jersey and rub his pecs.  Sparks of disbelief and alarm were going off in his head, but he was powerless to pull away.  This was definitely not supposed to happen.  This was wrong.  But instead of fleeing, he moaned out loud.  It felt like his body belonged to someone else and he had no control over it.  Kael’s finger gently tweaked his nipples and Zack felt like he was going to pass out.

“They’re so small and tight.  Have you ever thought about getting them pierced?” Kael asked, his breath warm on Zack’s ear.

Is he talking about my nipples, Zack wondered, now seriously panicking.  What the fuck?  Why the fuck would I ever want my nipples pierced?  Fucking pervert.  He tried to move away from Kael’s embrace, but heard himself moan again, this time more loudly.  And what was worse, he realized that the thought of getting his nipples pierced was arousing him in a way he did not want to be aroused.

It took a herculean effort, but somehow Zack managed to pull away from Kael and extract himself from his friend’s wandering hands.  He stood with his back to Kael, keenly aware of his cock tenting out his shorts in front of him, and said, “I need to get out of here.  This is getting too weird, dude.”

To his surprise, Kael laughed.  “Yeah, I can really tell how much you hate it.  Don’t worry, Zack, you’ll grow to like it here.  In fact, I’m sure you’ll grow in ways you can never imagine now.”  He let those vaguely ominous words hang in the air between them, Zack wrestling with his body, trying to get it to obey him and feeling like he was slowly losing the battle.  After a moment, Kael padded up behind him, saying, “I think it’s time to eat.  Aren’t you hungry?”

Zack hadn’t been aware of it until that moment, but he was ravenous.  He felt like he was absolutely starving and found himself saying emphatically, “Yeah!  Let’s eat.  I hope Marta made steak.  I could really use a big steak right now.”

Kael chuckled, “You know, I think that’s what’s on the menu tonight.  You must have a sixth sense about food around here.”  Patting Zack on the butt, he added, “Now let’s go.”

Zack again wanted nothing worse than to run away, but instead he followed Kael back into the Esquivel mansion.

Dinner that night was superb, despite all of Zack’s misgivings about staying with Kael.  Marta served up heaping portions of the best steak that Zack had ever tasted.  Kael explained that the beef was from cattle grown on his father’s ranch adjacent to the Esquivel estate.  “We’ll visit it one of these days.  My father made his fortune in genetically engineered cattle and other livestock; he’s perfected the bulls to be the biggest, meatiest, and strongest available.  And they grow really fast, maturing in a matter of months.  You won’t believe how big they get.”

Zack nodded and reached for another steak.  He couldn’t remember being so hungry before.  He must have eaten five or six huge slabs of meat before his stomach told him it was almost ready to burst.  He practically had to waddle away from the table and collapsed heavily into a low-slung leather chair in the sitting room overlooking the city.  The sun was setting and the city lights were beginning to sparkle when Kael brought in a strange, steaming beverage contained in a short, squat vessel.  It looked almost like a gourd of some sort.

“Care for some mate?” he asked, setting the tray down in front of Zack.

Zack stared at the strange drink, uncertain.  All he really wanted to do was sleep after that dinner.  Kael noted his hesitation and reached out to clap Zack on the shoulder.  “Come on, Zack!  This will wake you up.  My friends are coming over tonight and I don’t want you falling asleep.”

Zack gulped, “Friends?” he said before he stopped himself.  The last thing he needed was to be surrounded by a bunch of people speaking Spanish.  It felt like this day had lasted forever and he just wanted it to end.  Maybe when he woke up in the morning, his head would be clear again and he’d be able to fly back home.  All he wanted to do was go home.

Kael sat down on the couch across from him, smiling.  “Don’t worry.  I’ve made sure to invite only my friends who speak English and only the hottest chicks.  You’ll be in heaven.”

The thought of hot chicks did sound appealing and Zack wondered what the women looked like down here.  He’d always thought Latin women were damn sexy and now he was going to meet some.  Contemplating hot women made him remember Madison and he instantly felt guilty; he hadn’t even texted her to let her know he’d made it.  Reaching into his (or Dex’s, rather) jeans pocket, he pulled out his cell phone.  There were at least six texts from Madison wondering how he was doing.  They became increasingly demanding until the last one which was almost an ultimatum.  How could he have forgotten to text her?  Nothing had been right since he arrived in Santiago and he blamed Kael.  He looked up and saw that Kael was grinning at him impishly.

“Forget to call Madison, dude?” he asked, unable to keep the hint of amusement out of his voice.

“Fuck you, Kael.” Zack said, but his voice lacked conviction.  What was Kael up to?  He acted so innocent but Zack couldn’t deny that something was going on that just didn’t feel right.  He looked down at his phone, determined to text Madison back but instead discovered that he had struggled to his feet, and was walking with difficulty across the room.  Reaching the sliding door to the patio, he yanked it open and lurched outside.  In horror, he watched as his hand holding the cell phone arched back and then whipped the phone out over the balcony into the wooded ravine below.  He then stumbled back to his chair and collapsed, grabbing the steaming gourd of mate and, not bothering with the strange silver straw, guzzled it down, heedless of how hot it was.  It tasted mildly acrid and herbal, but it was nonetheless fantastic.  “Fuck,” was all he could say.

“Fuck yeah, dude.” Kael intoned.  “You know what I feel like doing, Zack?”

“What, dude?” Zack asked.  He had closed his eyes, but just then he discovered that he wasn’t tired anymore.  In fact, he felt wide awake.  His belly was burning with fire from the mate and he felt the fire quickly radiating outward.  Soon, his whole body was hot and coursing with energy.  He felt like a freaking god.

“I feel like pounding some weights.  Want to join me?  There’s a full-on weight room downstairs.”

Zack opened his eyes and noticed everything seemed a bit blurry, or maybe shaky.  It was strange.  His thoughts were moving fast, but he had a hard time taming them down.  “I don’t lift weights, dude.  I need to stay lean for soccer.  Muscles just get in the way.”

Kael sighed through his nose, “You’re not going to grow big muscles just lifting once.  Come on, it will be fun.  And we have a couple hours before everyone gets here.”  He got up and started to head toward his room, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll have Marta put out some of Dex’s clothes for you.  Meet me back here in a ten minutes.”

Zack sighed, but realized that the fire had spread to his muscles and they felt like they were ready to explode if he didn’t put them to use.  He practically sprang to his feet and was amazed at how energetic he felt after feeling completely drained just moments ago.  That mate was really something!

Marta had pulled out a pair of Dex’s sweat pants and a white tank top and Zack was relieved that for once he wasn’t compelled to put on a pair of some other guy’s underwear.  He pulled on the sweats and tank top (which was predictably a lot tighter than he liked) and found a pair of socks and trainers.  Apparently, he and Dex even shared the same shoe size.

The weight room was unlike anything Zack had ever seen.  Racks of gleaming steel weights lined the walls and all sorts of machines filled the room.  Mirrors covered all of the walls and the floors were solid wood.  The temperature was comfortably air-conditioned.  Zack felt an unfamiliar sensation and realized that his muscles were tingling in anticipation.  It was really strange because he’d always hated lifting weights, but right then he realized that he’d never wanted to lift so badly.

Without a word, he plopped down at a bench press and grunted at Kael to put a couple of 20 kilo weights on either end.  Kael watched him with an amused expression on his face, but duly lifted the weights into place before jumping up on the back of the bench to spot him.  Zack didn’t even notice that Kael was wearing only a small pair of red shorts that concealed almost nothing of his prominent manhood; he was too busy focusing on lifting.  He gripped the bar in his hands and pushed up, judging the heft of the bar and weights and thinking that it was almost too light.  He did twelve presses in quick repetition.  His muscles felt barely strained from the effort.  Disappointed, he grunted at Kael again and Kael put another 20 kilo weight on each side.  This time when he gripped the bar and pushed up, he was pleased by the challenging heft of the weight; his pecs were burning after ten reps.  It felt totally amazing.  After resting for a few seconds, he did another set, this time barely getting eight reps.

Kael worked in between sets and Zack noticed that he had no trouble lifting the same weight that Zack did.  This wasn’t surprising since Kael was definitely beefier than Zack and obviously lifted regularly.  Still, Zack was pleased with his performance especially considering that he lacked the muscle mass that his friend had.  By the end of four sets, his pecs were completely engorged and he felt like his skin was stretching to contain his swollen chest muscles.  He couldn’t help fondling his newly pumped pecs proudly and flexing them in front of the mirror.  The tight tank top showed them off perfectly.  Kael laughed at him, saying, “See?  You’re a true gym bunny.”

After doing several sets of chest, they moved on to a series of machines designed to isolate the gluteal muscles.  Zack balked when Kael instructed him to get down on a machine and do butt lifts, though.  “I’m not going to do that,” he stated flatly.

Kael grinned at him, “I told you that you would have a truly Latin ass before you left and this is the way to do it.”

Zack stared at him. “Dude, my ass is fine the way it is.  I don’t want a ‘truly Latin ass’.”

“Oh, come on, Zack.  Trust me.  You’ll enjoy this.”

Zack didn’t want anything to do with the strange machine, but somehow found himself lowering onto it and allowing Kael to adjust the weight.  His head felt light again and he wondered what had gotten into him, but his body felt incapable of resisting and soon he was lifting his butt in the air in the strange contraption, completely unresisting.  What was even worse, he realized that he was really enjoying it.  He felt his butt muscles straining against the weight and by the end of four sets swore he could feel his newly-pumped ass pushing against the fabric of his sweats.  He had to admit it felt fucking amazing and couldn’t help swaggering around.

“That scrawny, white-boy butt will be gone before you know it, dude!” Kael exclaimed, grabbing Zack’s ass firmly in his hand.  Zack swatted his hand away, but felt privately pleased.  He’d never cared about how his butt looked before, but after doing the exercises, he felt strangely obsessed with the idea of making it heftier.  He loved the feeling of it stretching against his sweats.  If he had been thinking clearly, he would have wondering what the hell was going on with him, but his rational mind was seemed to have checked out completely; he was completely bemused by this new desire to pack on muscle.

After many sets, Zack was finally tired out and savored the feeling of his aching muscles.  His whole body burned with the exertion and he felt like sleeping for a long time.  Kael, however, had other plans and instead of letting Zack rest, he said brightly, “OK, now it’s time to get dressed to meet the girls!”

Zack groaned loudly.  “Dude, I’m tired.  I need to go to bed.”  The thought of trying to charm the ladies did not sound appealing at all.

“Nonsense!  They’ll be here in a half hour, along with most of the guys from soccer practice.  You have to get ready.”  Pausing, he added, “I’ll have Marta make another mate.  That will get you going again.”

Zack still didn’t feel enthused, but the prospect of another mate did make his mouth water.  It was such a great drink.  Why hadn’t he had it before?

“Now let’s get a shower and get dressed.  The mate will be waiting for us when we’re done.” Kael walked off toward one end of the gym.  When Zack hesitated, he shouted, “Come on, dude.  The showers are over here.”

Zack stood there dumbly for a moment.  He preferred to go back to his room and shower there, especially as weird as Kael had been.  In the end, though, he followed his friend.  His tank top and sweatpants felt almost restricting by this point and he was really hot and sweaty so a shower was probably in order.

Kael had already stripped out of his workout shorts and tank by the time Zack entered.  Zack felt embarrassed but couldn’t help staring at his friend’s naked body.  He was so muscular and tan and (Zack blushed) a giant cock swung heavily between his legs.  Zack had never seen anything like it before and he felt even more self-conscious about his small member.  He suddenly didn’t feel like taking his clothes off in front of Kael at all, especially if it meant that Kael was going to tease him again about his small endowment.  He was turning to walk out of the door when Kael’s firm hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Whoa, dude!  Where’re you going?” He pulled Zack back toward him, turning him around.  Zack reluctantly found his gaze locked back on that monster cock.  He felt an uncomfortable sensation in his groin and tried to pull away.

“Dude, let me go.  I’m going to shower in my room!” Zack tried unsuccessfully to pull away.

Kael laughed playfully, “Come on, Zack.  The showers here are just fine.  Are you shy?  Just take off your clothes and let’s get washed up.”

Zack’s cheeks were burning, but his pride had been stung and he spun away from Kael, walking over to a bench and yanking his tank and sweats off.  In a moment, he was standing naked in front of Kael.  “There.  Are you happy?” he spat and stalked off toward the showers with Kael looking on in amusement.

Zack finished showering quickly, refusing to look at or get near Kael.  He was toweling off when Kael emerged dripping wet, saying, “There are things for you to wear tonight for over there.” He pointed to a rack near the door where some clothes were hanging.  Zack paced over to it and lifted them off the rack, inspecting them.  There were a pair of low-rise, super skinny black jeans, a small black belt, a tight sleeveless shirt, and a pair of shiny, black shoes.  He shook his head.  What the fuck?  He was supposed to wear these?  Only a fucking fruit would wear these.  He was about to throw them down when Kael exclaimed, “Oh, look!  Marta has sent down the mate!”  Kael leaned over and opened up a small glass door on the wall where two steaming mugs of mate were waiting on a dumb waiter.  Smiling, he handed one to Zack who tentatively reached out to take it, still not happy with the way things were going but somewhat cheered by the prospect of more mate.

Taking a swig of the acrid liquid, he felt new warmth and energy suffuse his body, taking Zack’s fatigue and inhibitions away.  His whole body was on fire; he couldn’t remember feeling this good before.  A silly grin on his face, Zack took another swig and turned back to the clothes.  They didn’t seem so ridiculous on second look and he dropped his towel, suddenly unconcerned if Kael saw him naked.  Taking the jeans off the hanger, a small piece of fabric fell on the floor and, reaching down to pick it up, he saw that it was a tiny, black thong.  Moments before, he would have dropped it in the trash without a second thought, but now he found himself stepping into it and pulling it up his legs before he knew it.  The fabric felt so sensuous and shear against his skin and he shivered as his package slipped inside the silken pouch.  Even the tiny strap felt amazing as it slid up the cleft of his ass.  It was incredibly hot and, in a second, his cock was fully engorged and standing at attention, visibly tenting through the shear pouch.

He was only moderately embarrassed when Kael whistled, “Looks like someone likes his present.  Easy boy!  The girls aren’t even here yet.”

Zack coughed and turned away from Kael, quickly trying to step into the skin-tight jeans.  They were so tight, though, that his leg got stuck and he lost his balance.  Kael’s firm hand caught him before he hit the floor and he drew Zack to his feet.  Zack realized that he was sporting an erection, wearing only a thong, in the grasp of his friend who was completely naked and dripping wet.  His face was only inches from Kael’s and he could feel Kael’s warm breath on his cheek.

It was too much for Zack’s beleaguered mind to fathom and he stood up to his full height so that he towered over Kael and, gathering the shreds of his dignity around him, pulled away stiffly.  Kael just smiled up at him in amusement.  Zack sat down on a bench and commenced wrestling his way into the skin-tight jeans.  He felt his cheeks burning and he was keenly aware of the insistent pressure of his cock against thong.

In the heavy silence, Zack squeezed into his wardrobe while Kael toweled himself off.  He felt both ridiculous and disturbingly turned on by his outfit and this left him feeling really unsettled.  Kael didn’t help matters by not getting dressed.  Instead, when Zack got up to leave the shower room, Kael paced beside him, totally nude, to the elevator.

“Dude!” Zack hissed.  “What’s up with you?  Why don’t you put on some clothes?”

Kael laughed.  “In my own house?  Why bother?  Besides, I like being naked.”

Not for the first time that day, Zack found himself wondering what the hell was going on.  Everything had changed once he stepped off the airplane that morning.  Kael was acting like a total freaking faggot and Zack had to admit that his own behavior was beginning to make him question his own supposedly ironclad orientation.  His mind was too muddled to sort it out just then and his erection was itching painfully against the thong, distracting him.  He was torn between wanting to get the fuck out of that house and wanting to check out Kael’s big cock, flopping noticeably against his friend’s thigh as they walked.  (Where the hell had that thought come from?)

Straining to sound convincingly disgusted, he spat, “Are you some kind of fruit or something, Kael?  You’re bothering me.  What about Zoe?”

They had reached the elevator door and were waiting for the doors to open.  Kael smiled up at him while reaching down to scratch his prominent balls.  “What about Zoe?  She’s not here.  I’m just being myself.  Being the model frat president and super jock gets old.  Besides, you seem to be enjoying your freedom here, too.  You can do anything here, be anything here, and no one will judge you.  You’re not at the frat house anymore, Zack.”

The doors opened and Zack hesitated before stepping inside.  A distant part of his mind was screaming at him to get the hell away from Kael, but he couldn’t seem to concentrate long enough to make himself listen.  Instead, he found himself standing closer than he would have liked to Kael.  Zack was painfully aware of how constricting the elevator was; Kael’s explanation did nothing to reassure him and he grumbled, “What do you mean, dude?  I’ve always been free.  I didn’t need to come here to be free.”

Kael shrugged and the doors swung open, revealing the shining tile of the main floor.  To Zack’s relief, no one was around to see them.  As they stepped out, Kael said blandly, “Make yourself comfortable while I get dressed.  My friends will be here soon.”  He padded off toward his room while Zack, feeling more flustered than ever, tried hard not to stare at his friend’s ass—which he had to admit was pretty perky.

To Zack’s dismay, his erection refused to subside and it continued to chafe insistently inside his absurdly tight jeans.  He wondered if the jeans were this tight on Dex, but thinking of Dex wearing the same clothes disturbed him.  He tried to think of something else.  Marta brought him another mate which he gulped down, despite the fact it was scorching hot.  It did nothing to soothe him, though, and instead seemed to inflame his already frayed nerves.  His cock ached and it was all he could to keep his hands off of it.  Finally, admitting defeat, he got up to go jack off in the privacy of his room, but the elevator chimed as he walked by and the doors swung open, disgorging a noisy crowd of Kael’s friends.

Zack blanched and did his best to subtly (he hoped) rearrange his hardon so it didn’t show.  Awkwardly, he looked around for Kael, but his friend was still in his room.  Flushed and flustered, Zack cleared his throat and tried to sound welcoming.  “Hello.  I’m so glad you could come.”  The words sounded stilted and insincere to his ears.  He wildly hoped that Kael would show up to take over being host.

The group of perhaps ten girls and guys fell silent and one of the girls in the crowd laughed nervously.  An uncomfortable silence settled over everyone during which Zack hardon started to pulse painfully.  Finally, one of the guys whom Zack vaguely remembered from earlier, said quietly, “We…don’t speak English.  Sorry.”

Zack’s mind raced.  Hadn’t Kael said that the girls all spoke English?  What the hell?  How was he supposed to enjoy the evening if he couldn’t communicate with anyone?  He felt himself panic as the awkward silence stretched seemingly forever.  He felt his face color.  “Er…” he began.

Just then, however, he heard a door open and Kael emerged to stand beside him, dressed very stylishly in leather pants and a black, mostly unbuttoned silk shirt.  Zack couldn’t remember ever being so happy to see his friend and he completely forgot his earlier annoyance.  “Bienvenidos, mis amigos!” Kael exclaimed and began chattering wildly in indecipherable Spanish.  Immediately, the atmosphere of the room changed from awkward discomfort to ease as the gaggle of Kael’s friends relaxed and began to chatter and laugh loudly.  Vaguely, Zack became aware that everyone was scrutinizing him without trying to be too obvious about it and he realized that Kael must be talking about him.  The girls seemed to eye him dismissively and the guys with thinly veiled contempt.  What was Kael saying about him?

Turning to Kael, he murmured, “What’s going on, Kael?  I thought you said that the girls would all speak English?”

Kael laughed lightly, “I thought so, too.  But the guys have brought along their friends.  Hopefully, the rest of the girls will show up soon.  But don’t worry, Zack,” he said, placing his hand directly on Zack’s butt and squeezing slightly, “I’ll make sure you don’t feel left out.”

Zack moved away, letting Kael’s hand slip off his ass.  “That’s what I was afraid of,” he muttered.  Kael laughed loudly and moved forward to be engulfed by his friends.  Zack was left standing alone, unnoticed.

The evening only got worse for poor Zack.  Everyone—especially the girls (who were hot but ultimately unapproachable)—totally ignored Zack.  The only exception was Kael who Zack quickly learned to avoid since as the evening wore on, his friend became more outrageous in his attentions to Zack.  What started as a hand on his ass became fondling followed by pawing and then finally near-mauling as Kael gradually got more and more wasted.  Repulsed, Zack learned to stay as far away from Kael as possible.   To add to his embarrassment, he realized that Kael must have told his friends that Zack was his fuck buddy or worse because he couldn’t get any of the girls to even look at him.  They treated him as if he didn’t exist and looked away every time he came near.  His erection refused to subside and he felt he was going to explode.  It was the worst night of his life.  In desperation, he contemplated calling a cab to take him to the airport, but he realized he wouldn’t be able to communicate with the driver and figuring out how to make a phone call was beyond him.  Miserably, he retreated to his room and locked the door, hoping that Kael would take the hint and leave him alone.   Sitting forlornly on the balcony, he was tortured by the sounds of laughter and merriment drifting from the main patio nearby.

His jeans seemed to be even tighter now than they had been when he put them on and, realizing he was alone, Zack decided to take them off.  It proved nearly impossible to pull them off, though, and he had to fight with them for at least ten minutes before, with a loud rip, they gave way.  He didn’t care that they tore; he never wanted to see them again.  Getting out of the shirt was almost as difficult and he felt like he was being strangled by it as he yanked it over his head.  Finally, with a sigh, he was out of the horrible clothes.  His cock was standing at full attention, still encased in the tiny thong, but he opted to keep that on.  Leaning over the railing on the balcony and reaching down to massage his cock, he vowed to make Kael take him home the first thing the next morning.  Then he started to jack off.

He awoke lying in a chair on the balcony, his hand on his crotch and sticky from his dried cum.  His cock was erect and demanding his attention again.  Ignoring it, though, he stood up and stepped out of the soiled thong.  He must have really cum a lot because the silk fabric was stiff and sticky.  He decided to take a shower and padded inside his bedroom but not before noticing that the sounds of the party had died away.  Everyone must have gone home.  ‘Good,’ he thought and smiled grimly.  He suddenly couldn’t wait for the morning and the flight back home.

The shower refreshed him somewhat and left his mind feeling clearer, leaving him to wonder about the past day.  It seemed like someone else was living his life, living in his body.  And no matter how long he pondered, everything led back to Kael.  How could he have been so misled by him?  He had thought he knew him.  He had thought he was his friend.  Increasingly, though, it seemed like Kael was just interested in using him.  Then a chilling thought occurred to him:  What if Kael had no intention of letting him leave?  What if he was a prisoner here?  His heart started to thump in his chest and he felt himself begin to panic.  He had to get out of there.  Now.

Panicked, he launched himself out of the bathroom and was out of his bedroom and at the end of the hallway before he realized he was naked and dripping wet.  He was starting to turn to go back to his room when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.  Glancing to the side, he saw that the living room was dark but there was a soft light coming from the patio.  Zack caught his breath as he saw Kael crouching with his back to him on the edge of the Jacuzzi, a beautiful woman was reclining in the bubbling water before him.  Transfixed, Zack realized that Kael was completely naked, his huge balls and cock swaying between his legs, his ample ass spread wide open.  Zack had never seen a naked guy like that and he was both disgusted and mesmerized by the sight.  Unwillingly, he felt his persistent erection get even harder.  He tried to turn away, but couldn’t.

After a fighting with his conflicting urges for a few moments, Zack became aware of a now familiar pungent aroma drifting through the air and reluctantly tore his eyes away from Kael’s tantalizing ass to the table in front of him.  A steaming mug of mate was sitting there.  His mouth began to water and instinctively he padded over to pick it up.  The warm liquid tasted like heaven to his parched lips and he drained the delicious beverage in seconds.  He was placing the mug down on the table when a movement caught his eye.  Looking back to the patio, he saw that Kael had turned and was staring at him through the window, a knowing smile on his face.  Zack started to back away but then saw Kael was motioning for him to join them.  Walking on wooden legs that didn’t feel like his own, Zack found himself moving through the living room, opening the sliding glass door, and reaching his hand out to his friend…



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PART 2

Zack must have slept very late the next morning because the sun was already high by the time he awoke.  Groaning and massaging his aching forehead, he lay there for a long time in a daze.  At first, he was confused and thought he was in his bed back home but then realized that the satin sheets and soft blanket he was wrapped in were far too luxurious.  Blinking, he opened his eyes and looked around blearily.  Gradually, he became aware of the sound of soft breathing next to him and rolling over, his naked skin touched naked skin.  Still not entirely awake, he sighed and thought of Madison and he snuggled up closer, enjoying the warmth of her body.  “Her body” was very muscular and bulky, though, and he jumped up and was out of bed with a start.

Kael smiled sleepily up at him from the bed, saying softly, “Morning, Sunshine.”

Zack horrified, sputtered, “Kael!  What the fuck are you doing my bed?  Get out!”

Pulling himself up on his elbows and exposing his magnificent, tanned torso, Kael laughed.  “Um, you’re in my bed, MacLaughlin.  And you certainly didn’t complain last night.”

Zack felt himself begin to panic.  Wildly, he tried to remember the previous night, but couldn’t.  Finally, blanching white, he asked breathlessly, “We didn’t…you know.  Did we?” The thought of it made him nauseated and, despite himself, he sat down on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

“Didn’t what? Fuck?” Kael asked slyly.

Zack didn’t reply, refusing to take the bait.  His head was spinning as he tried hard to remember what had happened.  After several unsuccessful moments, he stood up and started to walk toward the door.  Kael caught his hand, though, and stopping him, started to pull him back to bed.  Zack fought with him, trying to pull away, but Kael’s grasp was firm and he was feeling too overwhelmed to struggle much.

“Zack,” he said soothingly, “We didn’t do anything.  With each other, that is.  Don’t you remember anything?”

Zack allowed Kael to guide him back to the bed where he sat on the edge, turned away from his friend.  He shook his head.

“You don’t remember Ana?  She was here until a few minutes ago; she’s gone home.” Kael’s voice sounded sincere and Zack wanted to believe him but he really couldn’t remember anything from the previous night and Kael had been acting so strangely lately.  (Fuck, he had been acting so strangely lately.)  Had there really been a woman?  And, even if there had, how did he know that Kael hadn’t tried anything?  Despite all of his efforts to the contrary, was he turning into a big faggot?  He was about to get back up to leave when he smelled a familiar aroma that made his mouth water:  Mate.  Lifting his head, he saw there were two steaming mugs of it on the nightstand.  Without thinking, he reached out and took a long, deep draft from the mug, heedless of the heat.  The familiar fire radiated through his body, leaving him feeling deeply satisfied and hungry at the same time.

“Fuck,” he said emphatically. “I’m starving.”

Kael flopped back down on the bed.   “I’m sure Marta will have breakfast ready soon.  How about if you lie back down with me for a bit first, though.”

Zack turned and looked at his friend lying naked in the morning sun, the sheet barely covering him, and despite himself felt his crotch stir.  Part of his mind was screaming but for some reason Zack had a hard time concentrating.  It just took too much effort.  After a moment, he gave up, saying hesitantly, “I don’t know, dude.  I’m not a homo or anything.”

“Of course, not.  Best friends can cuddle without being gay.”

Zack shrugged; it made sense to him.  Completely forgetting his crisis from just moments ago, he threw himself back down on the bed and into Kael’s outstretched arms.  He had to admit that it felt really good to be held close to such a tight, hard body.

Marta had a huge breakfast waiting for them when they finally emerged from horsing around in bed.  Zack surprised himself by feeling not a twinge of self-consciousness as he walked nude from Kael’s bedroom to his own.  He kind of liked the way that Kael looked at him.  It made him feel proud and he couldn’t keep from strutting a bit.  He had a really difficult time finding any of Dex’s clothes that fit him, though.  Everything was just way too tight and he wondered if Marta had washed and dried everything on high to spite him.  After unsuccessfully trying to struggle into several pairs of jeans, he was forced to put on a pair of blue soccer shorts.  Even those felt tight across the ass, though, but they were looser than anything else.  Finding a shirt was even harder and he finally had to settle for going to the table shirtless.

Kael studied him with amusement when he showed up, looking frazzled, at the breakfast table.  “Dude!” Zack complained, “I have to get some clothes that fit me.  Dex’s stuff is way too small.”  He gingerly tried to sit down, feeling the constricting fabric of the shorts strain.

“After we eat breakfast,” Kael said, eyes sparkling, “you can try on some of my stuff.  Dex is taller than I am, but I’m bigger.”

“Cool,” Zack said, piling his plate high with bacon and sausage.  He was ravenous.

After they’d eaten and Zack had slurped down another mug of mate, Kael found a pair of sweat pants and a tank top for Zack to wear and they headed down to the weight room.  Zack’s muscles felt like they were pulsing with electricity and he couldn’t wait to pump iron.  After a few sets of ab crunches and some pull-ups and other back exercises, Kael led Zack back to the butt machine.

“Dude, my ass is still sore from last night,” Zack complained, but happily settled down into the contraption anyway.

Kael winked at him slyly.  “I’m sure it is.  I’m sure it is.”  Uncomprehending, Zack grunted and began lifting vigorously, enjoying the pleasant burn in his glutes.

They finished their workout with more chest presses and Zack was proud that he could lift even more than the previous day.  He was lifting as much weight as Kael this time and Kael praised him, saying, “Look at you, Zack!  You’re a natural at this.”  Zack glowed with pride and pushed himself even harder.  By the end of the workout, he could feel his pumped muscles straining against the sweats and tank top.  He’d never thought that weightlifting could be so fun.

When they were done working out, he stripped out of his clothes and swaggered around the shower room, not bothering to hide the erection that he was sporting. Kael watched him with an amused expression but said nothing. Zack felt so damned good!  But he was starving again and couldn’t wait to eat. Kael laughed when asked about getting something to eat.

“Perfect timing!” he said, patting Zack affectionately on the ass.  “I just called up to Marta and she’ll have a little something for us in a minute.”

After a huge lunch and two more cups of mate, Zack felt a pleasant fatigue settle over him.  “There’s time to take a nap by the pool if you like, dude,” Kael said, noticing his friend nodding off.

Zack opened his eyes sleepily, saying in a slurred voice, “Uh, yeah, sure, whatever.”  He allowed Kael to guide him from the table out to a chair next to the pool.

“I’ll grab some lotion and a suit for you to wear,” Kael told him as Zack slumped comfortably in the chair, enjoying the warm sunlight.

Zack murmured something unintelligible and dozed off.

A few hours later as the sun was beginning its slow descent toward the far off ocean, Kael nudged Zack awake.  “I come bearing gifts!” he said happily.

Zack cracked an eyelid open and groaned.  He felt like sleeping.  “Kael, can’t it wait?  I’m sleeping.”

“I think you’ll want to wake up for this.  Look,” he said, unwrapping something that looked like black leather.  When it had unfurled, Zack saw that it was a motorcycle racing suit like the kind he wore when he was racing with his brother in Oregon.  Only this one was really, really nice.  It gleamed in the sunlight, a dark shining beacon that drew Zack’s admiring gaze.  He sat up and ran his fingers across the sleek material.  He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

“Whoa, dude!  That is fucking sweet!” Zack exclaimed, jumping up, completely heedless of the fact he was practically naked.  Taking the uniform, he immediately unzipped it and jammed his foot through the leg hole.

Kael laughed, saying, “If you like this, just wait until you see the bike outside waiting for you.”

Zack just about fell over and would have crashed had Kael not reached out to catch him by the arm.  “Fuck,” Zack said with feeling.  “You have a bike to match this beauty?”

Kael just smiled at him and turned to walk meaningfully back into the house.  Zack scrambled to stick his other foot in the suit and, yanking it up to his waist, stumbled after him.

A pair of the hottest motorcycles he had ever seen sat in the driveway, one red and one black.  Zack gaped.  “Dude, fuck, dude,” was all he could say.  The elevator doors seemed to take an eternity to open and, once inside, he felt like it took forever for them to descend to the ground level.  Kael couldn’t help laughing at him; Zack was beside himself with expectation.

Forcing the doors of the elevator open, he ran breathlessly into the driveway and launched himself at the black bike.  He couldn’t believe his eyes.  He’d never imagined a bike could be this fucking sexy.  He ran his hands along its gleaming surface before jumping on.  His body fit the bike like it was a hot chick; indeed, his cock must have thought so, too.  He was instantly hard.  Without realizing it, a low moan escaped his lips.

“Whoa, dude!” Kael teased, “Get to know her before you start fucking her, OK?”

Zack felt his cheeks grow hot and he realized then how ridiculous he must look, half-naked and perched on the motorcycle with his uniform trailing behind him.  But then he looked down and fell in love with the bike all over again and didn’t care he looked; he wanted to ride her as hard and fast as possible.

“Can we take them out, Kael?” he breathed, almost panting.

“Do you think I would have brought you out here only to let you dry-hump her?” Kael asked, a sly smile on his face.  “Let’s get going.  Here’s your helmet.  You might want to zip up first, though.”

He tossed Kael a black helmet to match his black uniform.  Zack noticed then that Kael was wearing a shiny red uniform like his.  He had fastened his helmet, climbed on his bike, and started the engine before Zack could get an arm through his uniform.  In an instant, Kael had sped off, seeming to go from a stop to ninety in a second.  Zack cursed and frantically tried to squeeze himself into the suit.  It was incredibly tight, especially across the chest and he only just barely was able to pull the zipper up to his chin.  He didn’t have time to think, though; he had already kick started his bike and was off in hot pursuit of Kael.

Zack had always found speed intoxicating and the moment he closed the zipper on his suit and started the sleek, black machine, he felt merged with it like he’d never felt before.  He had caught up to Kael and zoomed past him before they had left the grounds of the estate.  Kael zipped around him easily, though, and led him up the foothills and onto a racecourse that threaded its way precariously up the mountains.  Once they were on the course, though, Zack slammed the pedal all the way down and went screaming around Kael once again, flipping him off as he sped by.  Just as he did when they sparred in soccer, though, Kael was not to be counted out so easily.  He had a lot more experience on the narrow, winding roads; and, while not quite as much of a risk-taker as Zack, he really pulled it out for their wild ride through the mountains.

They sped up the foothills, swerving erratically to prevent each other from passing and generally getting high on adrenaline.  Zack felt the blood churning through his veins and laughed hysterically into the wind.  The course got more challenging the higher they climbed and Zack grew more and more reckless.  He felt possessed by an impossible confidence and knew that nothing could hurt him.  Several times, though, Kael out-maneuvered him and left him seething with rage and blood lust.  His world narrowed down to the course and the rider in red in front of him.  Kael ceased to be Kael and simply became his enemy.  Zack knew he must not just conquer him, but utterly grind him into submission.  He was on fire inside and waited impatiently for the next short lapse of attention that he knew must be coming.  Finally, it came and he pulled triumphantly ahead, swerving so close to Kael’s bike that the two almost rubbed thighs.  He raised his fist in exultation, pumping it furiously as he cut back in.  Just before they reached the top of the mountain and the end of the course, though, Kael cut him off and sped past for the win.  Zack felt himself go incandescent with rage and thought he was going to explode.  Kael had beaten him yet again.

The track ended at a gate in the narrow notch between two hills.  Above, Zack could see a spacious forest lodge nestled against the hillside among a stand of pines.  It was a lot cooler up there and Zack felt a little chill seep through his racing suit.  Belatedly, he remembered that he wasn’t really wearing anything under his leather suit.  He pulled up beside Kael at the gate, temper still simmering, but calm enough to joke, “Don’t you know that you’re supposed to let your guests win?”

Kael grinned rakishly at him, flipping off his helmet.  “I thought I needed to put you back in your place.  I’m the one with the big balls after all.”

Zack gaped at him.  “Dude, that is just not true and you know it!” He hated having his masculine shortcomings joked about. “Fuck,” he spat, “You’re such a fucking bastard.” He stormed away, temper fully reignited and ready to explode.

Kael called after him.  “Zack, wait!” You know I was only joking.”

Zack flipped him off and kept walking.  He was too lit up to cool down and, despite the chill, felt sweat pouring down his back.  He wanted to murder Kael Esquivel right then.  He threw his helmet on the ground and kicked it.

Just then, Kael came up behind him and put a placating hand on his shoulder.  White hot rage exploded in Zack and he threw himself at Kael, pummeling him with his fists.  At first Kael was taken by surprise, but he recovered quickly.  In a moment, both men were rolling on the ground, punching and wrestling with each other.  Zack ripped Kael’s race suit open and savagely tore it off, leaving Kael nearly naked and exposed in the dirt.  Zack then kneed him viciously in the groin, causing Kael to curl up and writhe in agony.

“Now who has the big balls, pussy boy?” Zack spat, getting up and glowering over Kael.  He stared victoriously down at his friend, naked and dirty on the ground and was about to laugh when he noticed something:  Kael was wearing only a tiny black jockstrap under his suit.  The sight caused Zack to get distracted momentarily; Kael instantly kicked his legs out from under him and sending Zack flat on his ass.  In an instant, Kael was on top of him, tearing at him and shredding his speed suit.  Straddling him, he held Zack’s arms over his head, effectively immobilizing him.  Leaning down, his face inches from Zack’s, a small trickle of blood running down his cheek, his eyes looked maniacal.  The silence stretched between them as they lay there, chests heaving and staring daggers at each other. 

Then it dawned on them how they looked, two sweaty and dirty guys locked in combat and wearing only the skimpiest underwear under the shreds of their racing suits.  It was so ridiculous that they both began to laugh uncontrollably, Kael collapsing on top of Zack and then rolling over each other helplessly giggling like school boys.  Finally, Kael struggled to his feet, unbalanced and snickering, to stand over Zack.  Zack took the opportunity to reach up and pull down his jock, releasing Kael’s enormous package to flop freely in the breeze.

“Nice jock, dude,” he chided.

Kael bent down and ripped off Zack’s pink thong in one quick motion.  “Nice thong,” he sneered.  Zack lay there, suddenly uncomfortably aware of his nudity and that the tension between them had shifted.  His mouth went dry as he noticed Kael’s cock was engorged with blood, straining at attention.  What was worse, he realized that he, too, was hard.  His good humor dissipated and he scrambled to cover himself with the shreds of his racing suit.  Kael stared down at him amused, reaching a hand down to help Zack up.  Flustered, Zack considered taking it but realized he couldn’t hold his suit over himself and stand up at the same time.  Instead he awkwardly struggled to his feet, cheeks burning and unable to look Kael in the eye.  He didn’t speak for a long while after that and the silence was so uncomfortable it made Zack feel like he was going to lose it again.

Finally, Kael turned with a smirk and walked up the path to the forest lodge, erection flopping between his legs, the shreds of his speed suit behind him in the dust.  After a few seconds, Zack sighed and followed him, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.  He caught up to Kael at the ornate front door just as his friend was reaching to open it. 

“Kael, I…” he stammered but couldn’t get any words out.  He didn’t know what to say.  His head was pounding and his emotions were seething. Confused and overwhelmed, all he could do was stand there.  He looked down and stared at the ground, feeling his world spinning.

“Uh, listen, dude…” he began again and stopped as he saw that Kael was staring at him with an unsettling expression.  Zack felt blood run cold and started to back away.  Before he could move, though, Kael sprang and grabbed him fiercely.  Zack’s mind exploded as their lips locked in an animal, raw, passionate kiss.  Kael’s tongue forced its way into Zack’s mouth and Zack tasted metal, sweat, and leather.  In a far off corner of his brain, Zack found himself thinking absently, ‘So, this is what a man’s mouth tasted like,’ as he stood there shocked and rigid.  After a few moments, his shock faded and he tried to fight back but this only seemed to inflame Kael.  He might be shorter than Zack but he was a lot stronger and he used it to his advantage.

Lips locked and wrestling savagely, Kael and Zack writhed against each other.  It took him a few seconds to realize it but slowly Zack found he was being pushed back against the wall.  He resisted and fought with all of his strength but it was useless.  Soon Kael had him pinned and, mouths still pressed together and tongues probing, he worked to free Zack’s hands from clutching the remnants of his speed suit.  Zack did his best to fight back but he was no match as Kael firmly and deliberately lifted his hands and anchored them against the wall above Zack’s head.  The shreds of the speed suit fell to the floor, leaving nothing between their naked bodies.  Kael growled triumphantly, slamming his body against Zack’s.  Kael’s grimy, slimy, muscular hips ground into Zack.  Their cocks, hard and engorged, mashed together, and Zack was keenly aware of Kael’s much bigger and fatter organ pressing into his own.  Zack still struggled but it was more and more difficult.  Finally, he was forced to yield, partly out of fatigue – Kael was just too big and strong – and partly because he didn’t want to resist.  It was true.  His body was responding to Kael’s assault with its own lustful eagerness:  he wanted Kael to ravage him, violently and desperately.  And he wanted to do the same to Kael.

Zack grunted as Kael ground into him, fighting for breath and for Kael’s tongue.  Kael was pounding against him, flattening him against the rough wooden wall.  He felt splinters piercing his back.  His body was pouring sweat; he was on fire but he didn’t care.  Kael’s cock had pulverized his own and his rough pubic hair was rubbing Zack’s crotch raw.  Finally, Zack gave in completely to Kael’s onslaught and let himself be ravished.  He’d never experienced anything like this.  It wasn’t at all like sex with Madison or any girl he’d ever fucked.  This was one hundred percent man and one hundred percent aggression.  He tasted blood in his mouth; it tasted good.

After some minutes, when the last of Zack’s resistance had disappeared, between gulps of air he managed to say, “Hey, Kael.  Wait a sec.  Let’s slow down a bit.”  Kael’s eyes flared, his gaze devouring Zack, but he relented and they stood there, panting and sweating. 

“I’ve never fucked a guy before, Kael,” Zack managed to gasp.  “And if it’s going to happen, I want to take my time and enjoy it.”

“It seems like you’re enjoying it to me, McLaughlin,” Kael breathed, bruised face red and dirty.  The feral look in his eyes hadn’t diminished; he looked like he was ready to pounce on Zack at any moment.

Zack couldn’t meet his gaze and felt his cheeks burning.  (When had anyone ever looked at him like that?) He knew exactly what Kael wanted to do to him and he wanted it, too.  Still, he felt it was important to take the time to make it worth it.  This felt too rushed.  “I…er…am,” he stammered, unable to breathe. He took a step closer to Kael, uncertain.  “I just…”

Kael took a step toward him, full of menace and desire.  “Just, what?” he whispered.

Zack looked down before looking back up.  “Can I just, I don’t know, explore your body first?”

Kael rolled his eyes.  “I thought that’s what we were doing, McLaughlin.”

Zack placed his hand out, palm forward in a placating gesture, resting it on Kael’s heaving chest.  His skin was sticky with sweat.  Zack could feel the beat of Kael’s heart through his sternum.  “Just let me look at you.  I’ve never really looked at a naked guy like this before.   Much less, uh, touched…”

“’Touched’, Zack?” Kael interjected, clearly enjoying Zack’s discomfort.

Zack blushed, “I mean, I’ve never really looked at you like this before.  It’s just so new and you’re, well, um, you know…just so fucking hot.”  Zack stared down at his feet. “God, did I really just say that?  I don’t know what’s happening to me.  Why do I want you so badly, Kael?”

Kael snorted.  “You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since you first saw me and I’ve wanted to fuck you even more.  It just took the right situation.  That’s all.”

Zack was puzzled by this.  “But, I’m straight!  Um, I know that this whole situation isn’t what straight dudes do, but I’ve really never even looked at guys before.  I’ve never thought about fucking another guy until I came down here.  People don’t just suddenly become gay.”

Kael reached up and placed his finger over Zack’s lips.  “Shhh,” he said.  “Don’t over-think this. Just listen to your body.”  He removed his finger and leaned forward to kiss Zack, this time more gently.  His lips were so full, so juicy, and his mouth was so warm and soft that Zack gave in and leaned against him.  None of it made sense.  But who cares? he thought, letting his tongue lock with Kael’s.  His cock felt like it was ready to explode; this was way more stimulation than it was used to and his balls were beginning to ache from the prolonged arousal.  He made himself ignore their dull throbbing, though.

He never wanted the kiss to end.  Kael was so big, so strong, so self-assured.  Zack just wanted to abandon himself and let Kael take over.  It seemed so natural and he sensed that was what Kael wanted, too.  But, summoning his last ounce of will, he finally pushed himself off of Kael, panting.  Kael reached out to pull him back into his arms but Zack sidestepped him.  “Just stand there for a sec, dude.  Let me savor this, OK?”

Kael grimaced, clearly uncomfortable, but obediently stayed put.  Zack took the opportunity to really look at Kael like he’d never allowed himself to do before.  Kael Esquivel, Zack realized, was not only really handsome but he also had the finest body he’d ever seen.  His curly brown hair, touched by the sun, was playfully tussled.  His eyes were tawny brown and his lips were full, almost luscious, Zack thought.  A few days of stubble coated his face, making him look extra macho.  Standing perhaps six feet tall, he was shorter than Zack but he made up for it with the force of his presence.  He emanated command and self-assurance like thermonuclear radiation; just being near him made Zack feel dizzy.  His body rippled with muscle and his broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist.  His chest was huge and incredibly defined, sculpted.  His legs were stocky, thick, and covered with dark brown hair.  He had trimmed his chest hair but the hair below his navel remained wild and untamed; his magnificent cock hung down from a forest of thick pubic hair.  To Zack’s newly opened eyes, he was the ideal man and Zack couldn’t figure out why he’d never noticed how truly stunning his friend was before.  He couldn’t imagine anyone more handsome or more masculine.  Zale was simply beautiful in every way and it made Zack want him even more.

It was Kael’s cock, however, that drew Zack’s attention the most.  He’d never seen a cock so big and fat, even in the few porn videos he’d watched that featured both men and women.  Kael’s monster bobbed there, fully erect but so large and heavy that it sagged under its weight.  A long, tapering foreskin drooped off the tip, amply covering the head even when erect.  It was the exact antithesis of Zack’s own small, circumcised cock and Zack both desired and envied it.  Even erect, his dick was a fraction the size of Kael’s.  Self-conscious, he shifted his hands in front of his package, saying, “Man, what I wouldn’t give to have a cock like yours.”

Kael was watching Zack with an amused expression.  He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise at Zack’s words.  “Zack, don’t say that.  You know what?  I hate my cock and wish it was smaller.  I wish I could be average again.  You’re lucky.” He stepped forward, wrapping Zack in his meaty arms and kissing him.  “Believe me when I tell you that having a huge cock is a curse.”

Despite his best efforts, Zack melted into Kael’s kiss yet again, savoring his friend’s touch and manly scent, and finding being gay more natural each time he kissed Kael. Then something about Kael’s words struck him and he pulled away. “What do you mean you wish you could be average again?”

Kael looked away.  It was just for an instant but Zack knew when Kael answered that he wasn’t getting the whole truth.  “Oh, you know.  I wish my cock had stopped growing when I was fifteen and it was normal-sized.  But it didn’t.  It just kept getting bigger and bigger.  At first I was so proud of myself, now I’m embarrassed it’s so huge.”

“Embarrassed?” Zack said in disbelief.  “What the fuck, Kael!  Why would having a big dick be embarrassing?”

Kael flushed.  “Believe me, Zack, there are times when it gets in the way.  If I were a porn star, I’m sure I would be happy to walk around with a huge bulge all day but in the real world, there are many times you don’t want to have a prominent package.  People notice that before anything else and make a lot of assumptions about me.  I get hit on by guys all the time, for instance.”

“I can’t imagine how horrible that must be for you,” Zack commented, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kael reached out and swatted him in on the arm.  “Fuck you, Zack!  I’m being serious.  It’s no fun…unless it’s the right guy, of course,” he added wryly.

Rolling his eyes, Zack leaned back and crossed his arms.  “Yeah, yeah.”

“But besides that, there are practical considerations.  Sports hurt.  Playing soccer hurts.  Even wearing a really tight jock, my balls are screaming by the end of a match.  It’s torture.  You don’t know how lucky you are, man.”

“Uh huh,” Zack replied, unconvinced.  “I still don’t see what’s so bad about having a big cock.  The girls love it.  The guys envy it.  There is no downside I can see.  Having a small dick, on the other hand, is the real curse.  Do you have any idea how hard it is?”

Kael smiled and reached down, gently taking Zack’s throbbing cock in his hand.  (Zack noticed that it easily fit into his palm; he couldn’t even close his hand around Kael’s throbbing cock.)  “Yeah, I see how hard it is, dude,” Kael murmured.  “It’s really hard.”  With that, he started jacking his dick, causing Zack to involuntarily shiver in ecstasy. “I love your cock just the size and shape it is.  It’s fucking perfect.”  He winked, adding, “I mean, it’s perfect for fucking.  Now, if you’re finished with bemoaning the size of your penis, can we get back to business?  This is seriously not a turn on, you know.”

“F…fuck you, Kael,” Zack gasped (Kael’s hand was still jacking him slowly; the most amazing sensation he could imagine.) His strained voice sounded so unconvincing that Kael laughed and, dropping Zack’s cock, crushed his body against Zack in a bear hug, playfully nibbling his lower lip.  He let his hands fall to Zack’s butt and began massaging his ass cheeks.

“I fucking love being with you, dude,” Kael sighed, easing up a little so Zack could breathe. “I fucking love being gay with you and I don’t care if that freaks you out.  Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you?  You have been driving me crazy for months.”

These words made Zack’s head spin.  He couldn’t believe how fast all this was happening. Still, he couldn’t deny that hearing Kael say these words made him happy in some obscure way that he’d never felt before.  Knowing that Kael Esquivel had been lusting after him since the day they’d met was almost incomprehensible to him. 

Kael watched him, clearly amused at the wheels turning in Zack’s head.  When Zack didn’t say anything, he let out a loud whoop and hugged Zack again, smothering his mouth with yet another wet kiss.  Their mouths locked for a long time before Kael separated, exclaiming, “Now can we please fuck?  I can’t wait any longer.”

Zack playfully pushed him back and guided Kael to the railing overlooking the mountain valley below.  Their dusty bikes lay splayed out in the dirt below them, the remains of Kael’s speed suit kicked aside.  “Bend over and grab on, dude,” Zack commanded.

Kael gave him a quizzical look and then froze.  “Whoa, dude!  Just a minute.  I don’t like where this is going.  You know I’m a top, right?”

Zack had never heard the term before but he could figure out what it meant.  “Just bend over and shut up for once,” he demanded, slapping Kael hard on the bare ass. 

Kael jumped, rubbing his ass.  “For someone who is supposedly new to this, you sure are bold.  Are you sure you’ve never fucked a guy before, Zack?  I can’t be the first guy who has lusted after you.”

Zack ignored this taunt and took Kael by the elbow, moving him closer to the railing. “Just trust me, OK?  Grab on and bend over.”

Kael looked at him askance but after a second sighed and, shaking his head, did as he was told.  Zack’s heart leapt at this; he didn’t expect Kael to acquiesce so easily.   Seeing Kael taking such a submissive pose gave him a surge of excitement and he quickly positioned himself behind Kael’s beefy butt.  Grabbing him by the hips, Zack pressed his groin hard into the cleft of his ass.

Kael struggled to stand upright but Zack held him in place.  “Just stay where you are, Esquivel.  You are always in control.  Just relax for once.”

Kael sighed heavily through his nose, clearly nonplussed but didn’t move.  Zack smirked.  He really had no idea what he was planning to do, but it was really turning him on taking charge like this.   He decided he would just have to make this up as he went along, acting on pure animal instinct.  He felt his cock respond and the sensations radiating from his groin overruled any hesitation he may have had.  Slowly, he knelt down on his knees, commanding, “Spread your legs, dude.”

Kael started to make an inaudible protest but gave up, duly shifting his legs apart so that he was left there ass up in the air, legs spread wide, bending over the railing.  Zack breathed deeply, savoring the view for a second:  Kael’s amazing, beefy ass spread open before him, nothing hidden, his whole world on display just for Zack.  Kael’s asshole, a perfect rosebud of puckered flesh, was only inches from his face, waiting expectantly for him; his heavy cock and sagging balls swayed like fruit ripe for the picking.  Zack’s cock pulsed fiercely between his legs and he felt like he was going to cum right there without even touching it.  Why was the sight of a man’s asshole, cock, and balls so fucking appealing to him?  Just days ago it would have completely repulsed him.  Now his mouth was watering.

“Fuck, Kael, you have a gorgeous asshole, you know that?  Why do you hide it?”

He heard Kael’s muffled laughter.  “Oh, I don’t know, MacLaughlin. Maybe from now on I’ll just walk around with no pants, bending over and spreading my legs so everyone can admire it?  I’m sure the guys on the team would appreciate it just as much as you do.”  Zack slapped him hard on the ass again and he yelped.  “Seriously, though, dude, I’m glad you like it.  Yours is pretty darn hot, too.  If you’d just shave it, I’d like it even more.”

“And since when have you seen my asshole?” Zack demanded.  “I don’t think even Madison has seen it.  As far as I knew, my mother is the only person on the planet who’s ever seen it and that was years ago.”

“I should hope so or I’d begin to question your relationship with her,” Kael quipped before adding slyly, “You’re a very heavy sleeper, Zack.”

It took a moment for these words to land in Zack’s feverish mind.  “Whoa, dude!” he exclaimed.  “You’ve molested me in my sleep?  What the fuck?  That’s not cool!”  He couldn’t believe that Kael would do such a thing.

Kael’s whole body was shaking with laughter.  “I haven’t molested you, Zack.  Maybe my hands have explored your body a bit, but I haven’t taken advantage of you.  You have slept in my bed on several occasions, remember?  Was I supposed to be monk or something when you crawled in beside me, all naked and cuddly?”

With that, Zack grabbed Kael’s balls and yanked hard.  Kael yelled out in pain.  “Hey!” he cried, reproachfully.  “Careful!  My balls are already sore from being bashed by your knee or did you forget about that already?”

Zack flushed.  “Uh, yeah. Sorry about that, dude.  But you really shouldn’t have fondled me while I slept.  That’s not cool.” 

“Yeah, well, I’m not sorry.  I’ll take any opportunity I can get to feel you up.”

Zack was tempted to yank his balls again but instead cupped them in his hands.  Kael had pendulous balls.  Zack couldn’t tell if they were swollen or just really fucking huge.  He’d never seen balls like this on a human before; they reminded him of a video he’d seen in biology on collecting semen from bulls.  Talk about being hung like a fucking horse.

He rolled them around in his hands, savoring their sheer size and heft.  Kael must have shaved his nut sac because the skin was the softest and smoothest Zack had ever touched.  He couldn’t believe that a man’s skin could be this silky anywhere, especially on his nuts.  He fondled them lovingly with one hand and reached the other between Kael’s legs to grab his cock.  Slowly, Zack massaged his hand up and down the massive shaft, amazed by how Kael’s foreskin bunched up in his hand, sliding like satin over the over-sized head of his dick.  Kael’s whole body shuddered and a low moan escaped his lips.

As fascinated as Zack was by his enormous endowment, the musky scent radiating from Kael’s hole was driving him crazy.  Zack knew he should be grossed out but instead found his mouth watering.  It went without saying that Zack had never seen a guy’s asshole; he didn’t think he’d even seen his own.  It was a part of him that he didn’t spend much time thinking about.  But now that Kael’s was right in front of his face, Zack wondered why. 

Kael’s asshole was fucking delectable:  Its delicate skin folded perfectly into a mocha-colored rosebud that beckoned to Zack.  It was bigger than he expected and somehow sort of more…more, more something that he couldn’t quite figure out.  Definitely masculine but there was something else about it.  Maybe it was the forbidden quality of it?  After all, he knew he wasn’t ever supposed to see a guy’s butthole much less enjoy it this much.  Being inches from Kael’s ass made him feel both uncomfortable and incredibly turned on at the same time.  He wanted to do something.  Taking a deep breath, he realized that it smelled like concentrated man.  Finally, tired of hesitating, he buried his face in Kael’s ass and opening his mouth wide, exuberantly devoured it.

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PART 3

Note: I apologize for doing such an inept job at writing Zack’s dialog. I was trying to illustrate his dumbing down but failed spectacularly.  If anyone wants to rewrite his lines and can do a better job, I would be eternally grateful. I need a dialog coach!

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Kael let Zack eat out his asshole patiently, even moaning occasionally out of politeness. After about five minutes, though, he stopped Zack, reaching back to pat him on the head.

“Yo, Zack!  That’s fantastic but I have something even better planned for us inside.”

Zack pulled his face out of Kael’s butt and wiped his chin, scowling.  “You…” for some reason, he had to stop and try to think of the words he wanted to say.  Finally, with effort, he was able to spit out, “Just can’t let some, uh, someone else sit in the driver’s seat, can you?”

“If you consider my asshole the driver’s seat, then I think I just did,” Kael laughed, not seeming to notice Zack’s struggle.  He turned and drew Zack up by his shoulders.  Zack blinked at him, still perturbed.  Kael’s hand slid slowly up his neck and cupped his cheek fondly for a second before pulling him in for a hug.  Zack tried to stay angry but the contact with Kael’s hard body and the heady scent of his musk melted him; he folded himself against his friend.  Kael caressed the back of his head. 

“You’re so beautiful, Zack,” he breathed, nibbling his earlobe.

Zack shivered and absurdly had to choke back tears.

Kael must have felt him tense because he moved his hands down to Zack’s shoulders, pulling him in for a tighter hug and stroking his skin with affection.  “It’s Ok, dude.  It’s Ok.  I know how hard you’ve been fighting it.”

Fighting?  Yes, Zack realized, he had spent the last two weeks fighting Kael.  Shit, he’d spend the last three months fighting him.  Or was Kael right and Zack had really been fighting his desire for Kael?  He didn’t know.  His head was too foggy with lust, angst, frustration.  He couldn’t keep fighting.  He just didn’t have it in him.  He was too tired and Kael was…too fucking hot.

He felt an internal snap and then his resolve crumpled. In just a few feverish seconds everything that he had built inside himself to withstand Kael’s onslaught fell apart.  His pride, ferocity, anger, competitiveness, even the last traces of his heterosexuality evaporated and he was laid bare before Kael.  There was nothing left to defend, he realized.

Nothing left to defend.

Nothing left…between him and Kael.

Nothing between them except…  Except…what?

Shit.

No.

Zack swallowed.  It wasn’t possible!  No, it couldn’t be possible!  He couldn’t really feel this way about Kael.  No, no.  Guys didn’t…  Well, normal guys didn’t anyway.  No, no, no!  No, he didn’t really.  He was just overwhelmed.  Or wound up.  Or too tired.  Or just freaking out.  He didn’t really, you know, feel like that about Kael.

This was all too much.  It was too much for him to handle.  So much that it was getting the better of him.  Shuddering, Zack had to fight even harder to choke back the tears that threatened to overwhelm him.

Zack never cried.  He was tough.

He was too tough to cry.

He was tough…

He blinked.  A single, small tear rolled down his cheek.  Zack froze, mortified.  Kael made a soft sound, pulling him against his chest.  Zack stood there, breathing hard for a few seconds. He could hear the soft thud of his friend’s heart.  It only made things worse.  He fought and fought, finally managing to stifle any more tears.  What the fuck was wrong with him?  He wasn’t a fucking baby!

He felt something fall on his head.  He looked up just in time to see Kael wiping his face.  Had Kael been crying, too?  He didn’t have time to find out because Kael’s mouth was on his in the next moment and they were locked in another passionate kiss.

Their mouths pressed against each other savagely for a long time before Kael pulled away, laughing.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Kael replied, looking downward.  “I was just, er, tasting my ass on your tongue.  It…was unexpected.  That’s all.”

Zack cracked a lopsided smile.  “Your hole is fuckin’ delicious, man.”

“Good to know.  Good to know.”  Kael gave him a fond smile before pulling him away from the railing and back toward the front door of the mountain lodge.  “How about if we go inside and see the surprise I’ve got waiting for you?”

Zack resisted.  His body felt cold without Kael pressed against him.  “Kael, I just wanna to hole, I mean, hold you…” he began but Kael was already opening up the door and pulling him inside.

“We’ll have plenty time for that, Zack,” he said over his shoulder.  “Plenty of time for everything.”

Zack awoke much later, soaking in a pool of warm water.  A brook or fountain trickled soothingly in the background.  He sighed.  God, the warmth felt so good on his aching muscles.  It took him a while to remember why he was so sore.  Very gradually, the events of the day returned:  The mad race up the mountain, the vicious fight, and the, uh, coming together afterward.  His eyes sprang open as he realized he was naked and his naked body was pressed against…

“Hey, beautiful.”

It was Kael.

Kael.

Intense feelings warred inside of him, a million opposing forces, feelings, thoughts.  It didn’t take long for one to win out, though.

“Hey.”

He let Kael pull him against him.  His friend’s body was so hard, so taut.  It was like hugging a rock in some ways but then Kael’s lips were on his and he melted into their softness.  At least Kael was soft in the places that were important.  Zack shivered.

Keeping his succulent lips planted on Zack’s, Kael slowly rose up out of the water and moved his leg and then his arm over him until he was straddling Zack.  Zack closed his eyes as Kael settled on top of him.  His friend’s muscular bulk merged with his as Kael pushed against him.  Zack could feel Kael’s fat cock, fully engorged, slide against his own.  It felt so smooth, so firm.

God, he wanted that cock inside of him.  He had to have it inside of him.

He froze.

What?

Where had that thought come from?

Kael pulled back slightly.  Zack’s mouth was hanging open, his mind blank.

“What?”

Zack stared at Kael, heart suddenly beating in his chest.  His cock was aching from the stimulation of Kael sliding over him; he was so rigid that he felt like it was going to explode.

He blinked and moved his lips back toward Kael’s. Several moments elapsed before he was able to answer, though.  Finally, he managed to gasp, “Nothing. But I’m gonna cum if you keep rubbing that…thing…on me.”

Kael laughed and abruptly stopped, letting his body settle back on top of him.  Zack licked Kael’s tongue and then laughed when he felt a frisson of pleasure pass through Kael’s body.  Zack allowed himself the luxury of running his hands down Kael’s back.  Shit, he was so smooth!  When his hands reached the delicious mounds of Kael’s butt, though, he stopped.

Huh?

Why was Kael’s butt so smooth?  He distinctly remembered his hairy ass from earlier in the day.  He ran his hands more tentatively over the full, round butt cheeks.  They were smooth as a baby’s.  And more than smooth, they were perfectly hairless and…slippery.

He broke away from Kael’s mouth.  “Dude, what hap- happened to your hairy ass?”

Kael laughed.  “That’s the surprise.  Check it out.”

Zack stared as Kael rose up out of the water.  They were lying in a whirlpool that had been artfully constructed to appear like a pool in a mountain stream.  Verdant ferns hung down, their fronds dripping into the water.  A little stream trickled over a pile of mossy rocks, splashing the two lovers with tiny water droplets.

Zack, however, barely registered any of this.  He was too busy staring at Kael’s hairless body.  It was completely denuded of his formerly glorious pelt of brown hair.  Somehow the lack of hair, especially around his pubes, made his mammoth cock only seem that much more massive.  It hung down, dripping, its dark skin contrasting with the creamy coffee color of the rest of his body.  As Zack watched, Kael’s cock pulsed and grew even bigger.  Shit. Shit.

“You like?”

Zack didn’t know how to respond.  He just stared.

“I thought this would make…the transition easier for you.”

Zack gaped.  “Transi..?  Huh?”

Kael flashed a quick smile.  “You’re used to fucking a woman’s smooth body, right?”

Zack swallowed a glob of saliva in the back of his throat and was about to respond when he felt his cock throbbing painfully.  He glanced down at it for a second and then immediately wished he hadn’t.

What…?

He gaped down at himself. 

All of his body hair was gone, too.  He was fucking shaved smooth.

“Oh, yeah, I decided that I liked you better this way, too,” Kael commented, a sly look on his face.

Zack sat bolt upright, splashing water everywhere.

“WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE!” he shouted, struggling to stand up but the rocks of the pool were too slippery and he felt back heavily on his ass.  Water sloshed out all around him.  “You can’t fucking keep doing this!”  He stared down at himself in disbelief.  He hadn’t been this…bare…since he was twelve.  What the fuck?

He was about to let loose another string of expletives when he noticed something odd about his body.

What?

How could that be possible?

He wasn’t this…huge.

Fuck.

What had happened to him?

All those muscles could not possibly belong to him.

And those huge tits!

Shit.

Shit!

SHIT!

FUCKING SHIT!

HE WAS A FUCKING MUSCLE APE!

A FUCKING **SHAVED** MUSCLE APE!

Freaking out, he tried again to stand up but he was weighed down by the unnaturally thick and heavy muscles.  He windmilled his bulky arms and would have fallen backward if Kael hadn’t caught him.

Zack stared at him, uncomprehending, completely in shock. 

Kael’s face was pale. “I thought you’d like being smooth,” he said in a small voice.  Zack stared at him before violently shaking his hands off of him.

“Smooth?  SMOOTH?  This ain’t, I mean, isn’t…about being smooth!” (Why was it so hard to find words?) “Do I look stoopid?  What have you done to me?”  His voice sounded heavy and dull in his ears.  Like a big moron.  “What have you…done?”

“I…” Kael began and then stopped.  Zack watched, chest heaving, as a look of…what?…defeat? passed across his friend’s face.  A moment later, Kael’s gaze fell and his shoulders sagged.  He turned and picked up something from the edge of the pool before offering it to Zack.  “Mate?” he asked, weakly. His face had turned into a mask.

Zack was going to bat it out of his hands but then caught a whiff of the delicious beverage.  As had happened so many times before, his mouth watered and he had snatched it out of Kael’s hands and guzzled it down before he knew what he was doing.

He tossed the mug down and turned back to Kael, panting.  A pleasant warmth radiated through his body and he felt himself relax. 

Yeah, shit, he was so relaxed. 

Now, what was it that he had been so upset about?  Kael had done something to him.  What had he done?  And why did it matter?  What was it?  He struggled to remember but his thoughts only formed slowly and his mind had turned muddy.  What had he been so angry about?

He was…he was…he was…

Fucking horny.

That’s what he was. 

Yeah, he was horny as fuck.  He wiped the back of his hand across his gaping mouth and flicked a rope of drool hanging off his chin down into the pool. 

Then his eyes landed on the swollen monster between Kael’s legs and he reached out…

Bitter regret flooded over Kael as he struggled with his decision to give Zack more of the mate.  What had he done, indeed?  He took a shuddering breath as he watched the brightness dim in his friend’s eyes.  Zack’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment and his eyelids closed.  When he opened them again, his gaze had a dull, brutish quality.  His jaw was thrust out and Kael noticed that his forehead had begun to slope just as his brow had thickened; it was starting to push forward in a simian fashion.  He was rapidly becoming the big, stupid ape that Kael had dreamed about since he’d first met the arrogant jock.

Only now he was having regrets.

He was having more than regrets.

For the first time in his life, Kael Esquivel was falling in love.

No.

No!

He could not be falling in love!

Kael did not fall in love.

Kael did not love anyone.

Kael did not…

Zack took a step toward him, bringing Kael back to the present.  The big jock’s mouth was open and he was leering at Kael’s cock.  Just as he was about to lunge, Kael held up his hand.  “Suave,” he ordered.  Instantly, Zack’s big arms fell to his side and he stood perfectly still.  (Thank god that the hypnotic trigger still worked!  Kael had just narrowly escaped being fucked to within an inch of his life.)

“Siéntate.”

Like an obedient dog, Zack sat down in the warm water, staring straight ahead.

Kael smiled to himself.  The big ape hadn’t even realized that he was starting to forget English.  Soon, he would only be able to speak Spanish, albeit with a thick Brazilian accent.  The treatments were reworking the language centers of his brain, making the neurons more plastic and flexible to Spanish and less receptive to English words.  It was pretty fucking brilliant that Dr. Pereira had figured out how to manipulate the work of that crazed maniac, Brian Valens.  He’d improved it beyond measure.  Still, if Kael was being honest (which he seldom was), Brian deserved a lot of the credit, even if he was a fucking psychopath.

The problem was that Dr. Pereira had not yet been able to stop the loss of mental ability as Zack’s body devolved. And worse, the amnesiac effect of the mate was inversely proportional to the speed with which the treatments were remaking Zack:  The faster Zack’s body changed, the shorter the period he was under the influence of the mate.  The sweet spot – that critical period during which Zack was alert and interactive yet still oblivious to all of his monstrous changes – was getting shorter and shorter.  Soon, Kael was going to have to keep Zack continually dosed on mate in order to have him both under control and unaware of everything that Kael was doing to him.  And that meant that Zack would soon devolve down to a basic grade school vocabulary and lose any higher reasoning abilities.

Zack would effectively stop being Zack.

Is that what Kael really wanted?

Dr. Pereira had warned Kael about this happening months ago but Kael hadn’t cared.  Back then, he had simply wanted Zack to become a hulking ape with the IQ of a five-year-old.  He had thought that completely taking the arrogant stud down, humiliating him, and forcing him to become a sideshow freak was all that mattered.  Kael had hated Zack back then and had ordered the treatments without a second thought.  But now.

Now.

Now what?

He looked over at Zack and felt his heart clench.  Zack was sitting there, shoulders slumped forward and mouth hanging open.

Now he wanted it to stop.

Kael sighed and looked away, fighting back the tears that kept trying to overwhelm him.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

He loved Zack.

That was what was wrong.  It felt wrong because love for Kael had always been risky ground.  He’d loved his parents once and…well, he wasn’t going to go there.  He hated love.  He hated himself for feeling love.  He was so fucking weak!

He was fucking in love.

Shit.

Love?

Love.

He wanted Zack to be completely his…just not in the old way.  He wanted Zack to be completely his out of his own free will.  He wanted Zack to love him not because Kael was controlling his hormones, his libido, his attraction, his lust but because…

He sighed.  He was in a bind.  If Zack stopped taking the mate, Kael would have the Zack he was falling in love with but…Zack would no longer be under the drug’s influence.  He would regain most of his lost cognitive ability, certainly still be intelligent enough to attend college. 

But.

But he knew that Zack would never forgive Kael for altering him the way he had; he would hate Kael forever. 

And that meant it was too late to turn back.  There was no way that Zack would ever get back his old body.  It was disappearing, rapidly being transformed into…something…else entirely.  Shit, what the fuck had he done?

He swallowed and struggled to force the unpleasant thoughts away. Inevitably, his gaze fell on Zack.

Zack.

Shit, Zack was fucking hot now.  Far hotter than he’d ever been before the changes.

Seeing the big stud reduced to this…beast got Kael’s blood moving.  The angst over his feeling for his friend disappeared as a more carnal desire took over.

“Zack, levántate.”

The brute struggled laughably to stand up, clearly still unaccustomed to his new, bulky muscles.  At the same time, Kael rose up out of the water and stood facing him.  He stared at him, mesmerized by his friend’s denuded skin and bulging muscles.  He couldn’t believe how quickly Zack was changing.  The big guy’s chest was heaving and his incongruously tiny dick was throbbing between his legs.  Ironically, while shaved pubes served to accentuate the supreme size of Kael’s member, they had the opposite effect on Zack’s:  His cock looked even smaller than when it had been surrounded by that unsightly forest of pubic hair.  Partly, Kael realized, this was due to Zack’s rapidly growing thigh muscles and partly it was due to the effect of the steroids.  His big thighs and shrunken nuts made his pitiful cock look even smaller. 

Kael loved Zack’s tiny cock, though; it was one of his favorite parts of his body and he’d made sure that Dr. Pereira’s treatments left the jock’s small member untouched.  He knew that Zack was extremely sensitive about it but that only made Kael more committed to keeping it small.  Besides, for what Kael had in mind for Zack, he would never need a big dick.  He reached out and caressed Zack’s circumcised cock; it barely filled his hand, being no more than ten centimeters fully engorged.  Kael smiled.  It was fucking delectable.  He jacked it slowly, feeling a little squirt of precum slick his palm as he did so; the dumb jock was on the verge of cumming. Kael was tempted to make him spurt but somehow held off. 

He stared at the big beast.  He was still recognizable as the cocky soccer jock but only just.  Zack’s skin had turned rich mocha brown from the effects of the skin darkening cream that Kael had been applying every day.  Even the skin covered by the tiny thong that Zack wore while sunbathing was getting darker.  Soon, his whole body would be a beautiful, deep brown. His stance was wider because his legs were bowing out; the formerly long, lithe muscles of the soccer star were knotting and swelling, making it difficult for him to run or move with his prior grace.  His feet were thickening, the toes growing fat and splayed.  His ankles were almost as big around as Kael’s arm.  His quads jiggled and resembled saddlebags hanging off his thighs. 

Kael felt his cock stir as he stalked around Zack’s motionless body. 

As impressive as Zack’s legs were, though, it was the changes in his ass that got Kael the most excited.  He could stand a little more work down there but, thanks to all the Synthol that Kael had been injecting, it was beginning to …take shape.  Still, he might need implants to finally achieve the freaky bubble butt that Kael so desperately craved.

Kael’s cock lifted off the nest of his big ball sac as he reached out and caressed that tempting ass.  It was so much better now that Zack was hairless.  In fact, his whole body looked better.  Even though Zack apparently hated being smooth, Kael was happier this way and didn’t regret the electrolysis.  His own body hair would grow back in the coming days but Zack was permanently razor-smooth now.  Kael smirked.  Yeah, he wanted the big guy smooth. A huge, hairless ape with a small cock.

Zack’s upper body was corded with thick muscles.  The massive dose of steroids was having the desired effect!  Kael had a thing for tits and he was particularly proud of Zack’s huge pecs. The bitch tits were an unfortunate side effect but (he gently pinched Zack’s distended nipple causing the big jock to shiver with pleasure) there was always surgery for that…later.  Much, much later. 

The military haircut was perfect, too.  Zack’s hair had gotten so thick that it was getting out of control.  Kael would make sure that he kept it short going forward. He liked the way the sides of Zack’s head were shaved nearly smooth while the hair on the top of his head was sticking straight up, clipped to exactly two centimeters.  Zack looked like a bad ass now with the military cut, bull neck, and thickening facial features.  A fucking bad ass brute!

Kael’s cock was so engorged by now that he’d completely forgotten his dilemma from a couple minutes ago.  Shit, he thought as he grabbed his throbbing cock, this big guy is just aching to be fucked.

Reaching back to grab a tube of lube from behind a fern, he flipped up the cap.  “Agáchate,” he ordered.

Zack dutifully bent over, moving his thick legs apart and sticking his big ass up in the air.  Kael squirted the lube into his palm and got ready.

“Now, where did I leave those condoms?” he wondered out loud. 

This was going to be fun.

The next two weeks passed by in a haze for Zack as he settled down into life at the Esquivel estate.  He spent his time gorging on huge feasts, downing gourd after gourd of mate, lifting weights twice a day, sunning by the pool, and getting drunk and hanging out with Kael and his friends.  His mind was too hazy for him to think too hard about anything, but he didn’t care; he was on vacation.  He’d earned some time off after all.  Fuck, all he’d ever done was work his ass off.  This was his time to relax and let it all hang out.  His hair was taking forever to grow back; his butt, chest, and balls still felt as smooth as they had the night he woke up after his ‘massage’ at the forest lodge.  If he was forced to admit it, though, he had kind of grown to like his hairless body. It didn’t occur to him that back at Marshall State, he would have been mortified to let anyone see him this way.  At the Esquivel estate, though, the rules were different and he was comfortable walking around wearing only a thong, heedless of who saw him.  He felt at home there and the thought of going back to the university and playing soccer seemed alien.

As time wore on, he realized that Kael wasn’t as fruity as he’d thought.  Sure, the guy liked to be physically closer than Zack would prefer, but he didn’t care if Kael was bi as long as Kael didn’t take it too far.  At least the two of them preferred the same kinds of women; every night, Kael made sure to invite at least one girl to spend the evening with them and Zack gradually overcame his aversion to sharing a woman with another guy.  It wasn’t his favorite thing to see Kael naked and aroused when he was trying to fuck a chick, but he had to admit that the girls he was fucking were the hottest he’d ever had.  Who cared if Kael sometimes took advantage of the moment to fondle Zack?  Zack knew it didn’t mean that he was gay as long as he didn’t enjoy it.

Another nice change was that everyone was speaking English to him now.  He couldn’t remember exactly when he’d noticed it, but slowly he’d realized that Kael’s friends, the girls he was fucking, and even Marta had begun using English.  It made him feel so much more comfortable. Now that the language barrier was gone, the alien quality of the Esquivel estate had faded away entirely.  Looking back, it was hard for him to remember it any other way.

Soccer practice had fallen by the wayside.  Zack felt too out of it to focus on the game and his coordination was really off. It was like he was trying to run through quicksand.  Kael’s friends tried to conceal it, but Zack could see the contempt in their eyes and it bothered him.  For a while, he had continued to show up for practice every afternoon and had done the best he could. When he lost his seventh straight match, though, Kael put a hand on Zack’s shoulder and said gently, “How about if you go inside and take it easy by the pool?”  Zack started to object, but then realized that the thought of lying by the pool and sipping mate sounded really good. He ambled off, pulling at his ass to relieve the itch of his chafing shorts.  He couldn’t wait to get into his thong.  Kael and the rest of the guys continued the practice without him.

His luggage had never shown up from the airport and he was still waiting for his new clothes to arrive from the tailor.  Kael told him the clothes would be ready any day, though.  In the meantime, he made do with Kael’s clothes as best as possible.  His head was fuzzy and he was too ramped up on mate to notice that he couldn’t squeeze into most of the clothes any longer.  When he asked Kael if he thought he was getting fat, Kael said emphatically, “No way.  You look really hot, dude.”  And when he surveyed his reflection in the mirror, Zack had to agree.  He was beefier and sported a bit more of a tan than usual, but that was to be expected after all the lifting and sunbathing.  He wasn’t going to waste his time worrying about the fit of his clothes.  When he got back to the States, he would have his comfortable clothes again.  For now, he enjoyed the freedom of being practically naked in the warm sun.

It was a couple of days before Christmas and Zack was lazing beside the pool, wearing his favorite pink thong.  He loved that fucking thong but it was digging painfully into his ass at the moment.  Irritated, Zack reached down to adjust it and then he realized he couldn’t; the tiny string was stretched taut against his skin.  Maybe it was time that he asked Kael if he could go shopping to get a new one, he thought, absently scratching himself.  He was dozing off again when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.  “Zack,” Kael was saying, “it’s time to get going.  We’re going to be late.”

Groggy, he looked up at Kael and squinted in the bright sun.  “Huh?” he said, “Late?”

Kael laughed.  “We have to go into the city to get your clothes and to pick up Nate at the airport.”

It took a while for this news to register in Zack’s sun-soaked mind.  After a few dazed seconds, he sputtered.  Nate?  Nate!

“Wha tha fuck, dude?  Nate?  Why tha fuck is he coming here?  Ya din’t invite him, too, did ya?”

“Yes, I did.  And get up now or we’ll be late.  Come on, Zack.”  Kael’s voice was stern and part of Zack worried about offending him, but another part rebelled against the idea of Nate spoiling this perfect setup.  Why the hell would Kael invite Nate here without telling Zack and then spring the news on him at the last minute?

Setting his jaw, he said between gritted teeth, “Why din’t ya tell me that ya invited him?  I would have stayed home.”

Kael’s eyes flashed red for a second, but when he spoke, his voice was light.  Zack couldn’t mistake the edge in his tone, though.  “Nate is a friend of mine, too.  And there is no reason that the two of you can’t make nice and get along with each other for a few weeks.  This stupid schoolboy feud between you needs to end.  Now, come on.  Let’s go.”

Zack felt like going, alright—back home.  There was no way he was going to be stuck with that fucking idiot Nate for four more weeks.  He stood up and lumbered off the patio, trying to muster as much dignity as possible given the fact that he was wearing only a tiny thong. 

“Good,” he spat over his shoulder.  “Ya can leave me at tha airport and Ah’ll fly home.”

Back in his room, he found he was so angry that he was shaking.  How could Kael betray him and ruin his entire vacation?  Kael knew that Zack hated Nate.  No matter how huge the Esquivel estate was, it was too small to share it with Nate.  He had to go home.  He looked around desperately for the clothes that he had been wearing when he arrived in Santiago, but he couldn’t find them and he wasn’t about to go looking for Marta to ask her where they were.  Sighing, he realized that he had no choice but to get dressed in his sweaty gym clothes from the morning workout.  Fuck it, he would just have to fly home in smelly clothes.  At this point he didn’t care what he wore as long as he got away from this place and from Nate.  He noticed with chagrin, however, that his sweat pants and tank felt tighter than they had that morning.  That’s strange, he thought to himself as he pulled on his trainers.  Even his trainers seemed smaller than usual but he was too perturbed to think much of it.  He loosened them up as best he could and left the laces untied.

Kael was waiting for him in the living room, an unreadable expression on his face.  “You’re not really serious, are you?” he asked.  “You really are going to leave just because Nate is coming?”

Zack stared at him in disbelief, “Uh, yeah, dude.  No way Ah’m gonna be stuck wih that asshole.”

Kael sighed heavily but he didn’t beg him to stay like Zack was privately hoping he would.  Instead, he said tonelessly, “OK, then do you have everything?” 

He reached out to put his hand on Zack’s shoulder, but Zack pushed past him to the elevator, saying flatly, “Ah’m ready, Kael.”  Kael didn’t say anything, his hand dropped to his side and he stood there looking slightly forlorn.  Zack was pushing the button to go down when he noticed a gourd of mate on the stand beside the elevator.  Without thinking about it, he reached out and took a deep draft from it.  This was one thing he would miss, he thought as the deliciously rich liquid slid down his throat.  I wonder if I can get this back in the States?

The mate had a strange effect on him almost immediately, leaving him feeling tingly all over.  He had a really hard time getting into the Maserati; his body felt heavy and awkward and he could barely lift himself into the front seat.  Once there, the seat felt cramped, almost like the car had shrunk since the last time he had ridden in it.  He tried to figure what was going on but his head felt even cloudier than usual and he couldn’t concentrate, his vision spinning.  He sat there with his head in his hands, feeling nauseous.  Worse than the fuzziness in his head, was the warmth in his groin; he felt his cock stiffen until he was sporting a very insistent hardon that wasn’t concealed at all by his tight sweats.  Self-conscious, he forced himself to sit up and covered his crotch with his hands, but not before Kael noticed.  He let out a low whistle as he swung easily into the driver’s seat beside Zack.  “Is that a present for me, dude?” he asked wryly and laughed when Zack blushed.

“Git yer hands off me,” Zack said, but his voice lacked conviction.  Kael laughed again.

The drive to the airport was a blur.  Zack’s head got foggier and foggier.  It was impossible to put thoughts together and he only knew that he was really, really turned on.  Kael kept his hand on Zack’s leg the whole time and massaged his inner thigh in a way that drove him crazy.  It was all he could do to not reach down and start jacking off right there in the car.  If he had been more cognizant, he would have been embarrassed by the dark spot forming on the front of his sweats from his cock leaking pre.  Kael had a satisfied smirk on his face the whole way.

Arriving at the international terminal, Kael paid a valet to watch his car before coming around to the open the door for Zack.  Ordinarily, Zack would have jumped out without even opening the door, but right now he was too out of it.  He let Kael take him by the arm and steer him toward the doors to the terminal, recovering enough modesty to cup his bulging crotch in his hands.

“The baggage claim is down this way,” Kael said, guiding Zack down a thronging corridor as strange Christmas music with a Latin beat drifted down the hallway.  Everyone seemed to be speaking really loudly.  He realized that he couldn’t remember why they had come here.  Wasn’t he supposed to do something?  Everything seemed blurry and he would have stumbled if Kael hadn’t been guiding him by the arm.   He was vaguely aware that his mouth was open.  Finally, the constant noise and stimulation around him were too much and he gave up, surrendering control to Kael and not bothering to pay attention to where he was.

When they arrived at the baggage claim area, Kael found Zack a chair and told him to wait there.  “I’ll go meet Nate, OK?” he asked, a funny smile on his face.  Zack sat down obediently, covering his crotch with his hands.  Mercifully, his erection was beginning to subside.

Zack watched Kael pace off in search of Nate.  His head was still aching badly and he slumped down in the chair, cradling it in his hands.  What was he supposed to do while he was here?  He wracked his brains, trying to remember.  It was something important.  Try as he did, though, he couldn’t remember what it was he came here to do.  Obviously, it wasn’t that important if he couldn’t remember it, he told himself.

“Zack.” He started at the sound of Kael’s voice; he must have dozed off. Opening his eyes languidly, he looked up and smiled.

“What’s up, dude?” he asked blearily.

Kael gave him a funny smile, saying, “Nate’s over there.  Let’s go meet him.”

Just hearing that name made Zack’s heart sink and he glanced over to see Nate swaggering toward them, holding a cup of fragrant liquid that Zack realized must be mate.  His mouth started watering.  Nate had a slight sneer on his lips as Zack’s eyes met his.  Zack forced himself to stand up, wobbling slightly on his feet.  Nate stared at him, uncomprehendingly.  When he opened his mouth, his words made no sense; they sounded familiar but Zack had no idea what he was saying.  He gaped.  Finally, Nate stopped talking and turned to Kael, saying something indecipherable.  Kael laughed and answered him, but again Zack had no idea what he said. 

Zack’s head ached from trying to figure out what they were talking about.  Why couldn’t he understand what Nate was saying?  Finally, exasperated, he demanded, “Kael, wha the fahck is he sayin’?  Is he speakin’ some kinda forum lang-u-age?”

For a terrified moment, he thought that Kael didn’t understand him but Kael answered evenly, “I think you need to rest.  He’s speaking perfectly clearly.  He said he didn’t recognize you because you’re so…tan.”

Zack stood there, staring stupidly at Nate and Kael.  Nate was looking at him with unconcealed scorn and amusement.  He said something that Zack could tell was insulting.  He thought he recognized the word ‘spic’, but wasn’t sure.  Zack felt his cheeks color.  He should say something.  He should put Nate in his place.  He should…  His head was pounding and he felt completely confused.  He lacked even the energy to make a retort and finally sat down heavily in the chair, cradling his aching head in his hands again.  What the fuck was wrong with him?  The whole world had turned upside down.

Nate watched Zack or at least the person that Kael said was Zack with a mixture of derision and pity.  Finally, he turned to Kael, saying, “You should have made him to lay off the beer and fake tan, Esquivel.  He looks like a fucking Spic gym bunny on roids.  And where the fuck did he learn to speak Spanish like that?  He sounds like a fucking native.”

Kael’s expression turned opaque for a moment before he laughed, saying, “Come on, Nate!  Zack looks great!  He’s been working out since he got here and enjoying Marta’s fine cooking.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  We’ll get you beefed up, too, before you know it.  You’re both way too scrawny.”

Nate scoffed, “Scrawny?  I can kick your ass anytime, Esquivel, and you know it.  I don’t need to turn myself into a musclebound gym faggot.  There’s no way I’m going to let myself gain a pound while I’m on vacation.  This is a soccer training camp for the next four weeks as far as I’m concerned.”  Turning, he looked at the baggage claim and wondered, “Now, where is my bag?  I swear I saw it coming down the belt just a second ago.”

He and Kael moved off to find his bag, leaving Zack to sit there flustered.  They were gone for a really long time, long enough for Zack to regain some composure and for his head to stop aching a bit.  When Kael and Nate returned, Zack noticed with some delight that Nate was visibly upset.  He said something angrily that Zack didn’t catch but a moment later Kael turned to him and explained, “Unfortunately, Nate’s bag is missing.”  Zack looked at Nate unable to conceal his amusement at seeing Nate so upset.  Nate wouldn’t look at him, but his ears were bright red and his voice was shaking.  Zack smiled and looked at Kael who shrugged.

Nate turned to Kael, exasperated.  “What the fuck is wrong with the airlines down here?  How could they lose my bag?”

Kael shook his head.  “I don’t know.  It’s the national airline and they were on strike recently.  Maybe the workers are doing this on purpose?”

Nate swore.  “But my iPad was in there!  And all my clothes!”  He turned away and Zack realized that the tough guy Nate was on the verge of a temper tantrum. It was Zack’s turn to smirk.

Kael tried to be reassuring, “Don’t worry, Peterson.  I will take you to get some new clothes.  You won’t miss anything.”

Nate didn’t care much for the idea.  He really wanted his stuff back.  Still, he realized that he could get some stuff to tide him over at mall or something.  They must have an Abercrombie & Fitch and a place he could get lotion, razors, and Axe Body Spray down here, he thought to himself.  Kael had to turned to go and Nate followed him, scowling.  Zack wandered along behind them, still feeling a bit lost but glad to see Nate taken down a peg.

Nate was astounded when they got to the car.  “Whoa, dude!  A fucking Maserati!  You’re fuckin’ kidding me.”

The sleek car gleamed in the sunlight and Kael looked at his baby with pride.  “Yep, it’s real, Peterson.  Ever ridden in one?”

Nate was walking around the car, lovingly caressing its smooth, sleek curves and making low grunting sounds of appreciation.  Zack admired the car, too, but Nate’s reaction seemed over the top; it was after all just a car.

It wasn’t until Nate was finished salivating over every detail of the car that a thought struck him.  “Wait a minute, dude.  Where is MacLaughlin going to sit?  That fucking beast is too big to fit in there with me.”

Zack didn’t get what he said, but he didn’t need to.  The same thought dawned on him just then.  The Maserati was only a two-seater; there was room for only two of them.  What the fuck?

Kael gave Nate a stricken look before exclaiming, “Oh, god! I totally didn’t think about that!  Of course, there are only two seats! I’m sorry, guys.” He turned to Nate, his hands upturned.  “I can call one of my drivers and have him meet us.  It’s only an hour from here to the house.  Or the two of you can share a seat.”

Nate’s mouth dropped open.  “Share a seat?  What the fuck, dude?  I guess MacLaughlin is going to wait here for the driver.”

Zack turned to Kael, getting tired of having to ask his friend to translate.  (Why couldn’t he understand anything Nate was saying?)  Kael smiled at him, saying, “He says you’re going to have to wait for another car to come pick you up.”

“No fuckin’ way!” Zack protested.  “Ah’m not sittin’ around here waitin’ fer yer fuckin’ driver!”

This time, Kael had to translate for Nate and when Nate understood, he turned on Kael, saying vehemently, “I’m am not sitting on the freak’s lap, dude.  There is no way.”

“Maybe you’d prefer that Zack sat on your lap, Nate?” Kael joked before adding, “I’m really sorry!  How about if I do this: I’ll call the driver and have him meet us downtown.  That way, we only have to double up for a little way.”  He translated for Zack, who was somewhat mollified, though the thought of touching Nate, much less letting him sit on his lap, made him feel sick.

Nate glowered at Kael but finally relented.  “Just keep your fucking hands to yourself, OK?” he sneered at Zack as Zack struggled to climb in.  Zack needed no translation for that; he glowered up at Nate, wanting to beat the crap out of the arrogant asshole.

 “You are such a fucking lard-ass, MacLaughlin!  You’d crush me if you sat on my lap,” Nate growled as he climbed in.  Zack knew an insult when he heard one and grabbed Nate’s butt and pinched hard, making Nate howl.

“Grow up, guys,” Kael said, sighing.  He had started the car and it lurched a bit before zipping into traffic.  Nate quickly forgot his disgust and settled in to enjoy the ride.

Much to Zack’s embarrassment, though, he enjoyed the ride, too.  A little too much.  Despite all of his efforts to distract himself, his hardon returned with a vengeance.  Desperate to keep Nate from noticing, he kept shifting his weight around, trying to keep his cock from poking into Nate’s ass.

After a while, Nate complained, saying, “Hold still, dude!  You’re going to knock me out of the car.”

Even though he didn’t understand the words, Zack caught their meaning and had no choice but to stop moving.  His erection continued to harden until, to his undying embarrassment, he felt it make contact with Nate’s ass when they went over a small bump.  He expected Nate to go ballistic and demand to be let out of the car.  But, if Nate noticed, he didn’t say anything.  When it happened again and again and still there was no reaction from Nate, Zack began to wonder.  How could Nate not realize what was happening?  Zack’s mind was racing and he tried helplessly to get control of himself and his make his erection go down, but nothing worked.  It flared insistently in his sweats and contact with Nate’s ass only made it more insistent.  Zack felt like he was going to explode.  Just when he was on the verge of cumming, though, they arrived at the tailor and Nate hopped out of the car, leaving Kael to arrange with a security guard to watch the car while they were inside. 

“A tailor?  Dude!  I don’t need a tailor.  Just take me to the mall and I’ll get my own clothes.”  Even though he couldn’t understand him, Zack was getting tired of Nate’s constant complaining.  He had forgotten that he had complained in much the same way just days before when Kael had pulled up in front of the same shop.  He already knew how Kael would respond and merely waited for Nate to give in and go inside.

Zack opted to stay in the waiting area while Kael, Nate, and the tailor disappeared into the fitting room for the measuring process.  Strangely, the tailor didn’t close the curtain and he was able to watch unnoticed while Nate stripped out of his clothes and allowed the tailor to measure him.  Like Zack had done, he left his boxers on initially before Kael yanked them off.  Nate howled in protest, but let his shorts fall to the floor.  Zack knew he should look away then, but he couldn’t help staring at Nate’s naked body.  He was built much like Zack, but was taller and even leaner.  He towered over Kael; Zack realized that Nate must be close to six foot four.  And he was hairy; his entire body was covered with thick blond fuzz.  It wasn’t his body hair that got Zack’s attention, though.  He had to stifle a gasp when he saw the size of Nate’s cock:  If it was possible, it was even bigger than Kael’s, snaking down to sway against his thigh, seeming to Zack’s envious stare to hang halfway to his knees.  Zack looked away, intensely jealous.  Why was he cursed with such a tiny cock?  It wasn’t fair that Nate was gifted in every way.

He was still simmering when he heard a sharp slap followed by a howl from Nate.  Turning, he heard Kael say something and Nate responding angrily.  Zack realized that Kael must have slapped him on the ass because Nate was rubbing his butt and scowling.  Then Zack noted that Nate might be gifted in many ways but at least he lacked a discernible ass.  His own butt wasn’t huge but it had firmed up noticeably as a result of Kael’s insistent focus on the gluteals during weightlifting practice.  He smiled to himself as Nate reached down indignantly to pull up his shorts. Zack had started to look when he saw Kael do something out of the corner of his eye that made him turn back: Kael had caught Nate’s hand in his while placing his other fondly on Nate’s shoulder.  Much to Zack’s surprise, Nate visibly relaxed and let Kael stroke his shoulder, massaging him.

Zack scowled; he was having serious feelings of deja-vu and some other sensation that he couldn’t quite identify.  For some reason, it made him really…angry to see Kael touch Nate that way.  Getting up quickly, he stormed out of the shop, the bell on the door chiming wildly.

Standing in front of the Maserati, Zack fought to regain self-control.  He was so distraught that he didn’t notice the sound of the door opening behind him and he jumped when he felt Kael’s hand on his shoulder.  “What’s up, bud?” Kael asked softly, his lips only a few inches from Zack’s ear.  Zack was breathing hard and couldn’t answer right away.  He looked back toward the shop, but there was no sign of Nate; he was alone with Kael outside the store.

Relaxing slightly, he said in a dull voice, “Nothin’, Ah’m fine.”

Kael stepped closer until he was almost pressing up against Zack.  “That’s good,” he breathed, causing Zack’s heart to race. “I thought you were upset the way you stormed out of there.”  A thrill shivered up Zack’s back as he felt Kael step up on his tiptoes and push hard against him, his hot breath on his neck.  He felt unmistakable sensation of Kael’s cock thrust upward into the cleft of his ass.  Instantly, Zack was rock hard again.  Exasperated and strangely elated, he tried to conceal the reciprocal tenting he felt beginning to push against his sweatpants.

He started to pull away but, instead of letting him go, Kael spun him around and surprised Zack with a passionate kiss.  Zack’s mind exploded as their mouths locked and Kael’s tongue forced its way between Zack’s parted lips.  Before Zack could respond, though, Kael was gone, leaving him breathless, red-faced, and totally flustered.  He fought to calm himself and willed his erection to subside, ignoring the amused expression of the man guarding the Maserti.  Dazed, he stumbled over to the car and clumsily climbed in.

Nate must have been oblivious to the whole scene because he emerged moments later with Kael, still complaining noisily about, Zack supposed, not being able to go to the mall and pick out his own clothes and having Kael fondle him in front of everyone.  He was too worked up to pay attention to Zack and had jumped inside the car and settled on Zack’s lap (and still furious erection) before he thought to ask, “Hey, where is the driver with the other car?”  Zack sighed in exasperation and tried to shrink down in his chair, minimizing the contact between his cock and Nate’s butt.  Nate was obviously too distracted to notice, though it defied Zack’s reason how the dude could possibly be this clueless.

Kael lifted his hands, palms up. “I’m sorry!  I thought he would be here by now.  I’ll call and find out where he is.”  He pulled out his iPhone and told Siri to call someone named ‘Javier.’  Moments later, however, he put away the phone, saying to Nate, “I can’t reach him.  We can either squeeze in like this or one of you can wait here until the driver gets here.” 

He repeated this in words that Zack could understand when he saw Zack’s blank stare.

At that moment, Zack realized that he’d had enough Nate and all of his complaining.  He had to get out of there, even if it meant hanging out for an hour in the sun waiting for the driver to pick him up.  Surprising Nate, he heaved him off his lap and got out. Nate shouted in protest and Kael looked bewildered when he announced, “Ya know wha guys?  Ah’m gonna wait here.  Have tha driver come get me.”

Saying the words liberated some part of Zack and he felt like something inside had finally settled back into place.  The ridiculousness of the situation, Kael’s bizarre behavior, his own confusion and oddly gay behavior since he arrived, Nate’s arrival, everything just felt wrong and he knew he needed to get distance from Kael if things were ever going to go back to normal.

“Dude, are you sure?” Kael asked, sounding deflated.  “I’m sure Nate doesn’t mind sharing a seat for a few more minutes till we get home.”  Nate just sat there scowling at him, not saying anything.  “We can have more mate when we get back…” Kael added when he saw Zack hesitating.

The thought of the mate made Zack’s mouth water, but it wasn’t enough to sway him.  Yes, it was clear to him now:  He needed to stay away from Kael and Nate if he had a prayer of getting his life back to normal.  He shook his head.  “Nope.  Ah’m gonna wait.  Ah’ll be fine.”

Kael looked as if he was going to protest, but thought better of it and said simply, “OK.  The driver should be here soon.”  Giving Zack a strange, unreadable look, he started the car, revved the engine, and sped off leaving Zack feeling torn but mostly certain he had made the right decision.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stood there, waiting for his hardon to subside and trying to ignore the security guard’s gaze.  People looked at him strangely as they walked by and he realized that he must look really out of place there; it was midday and lots of business people were out on the broad sidewalks on their way to lunch.  Zack retreated to the shade of a nearby tree to get out of the hot sun and tried to shift his stance to make his erection less noticeable.  Deflating slightly, it never went back to being completed soft and every time he moved, he felt it spring to life again.  He forced himself to stay as still as possible and kicked himself for not wearing any underwear.  For the first and only time in his life, he was glad that he had such a small penis.

After about a half hour, a big SUV with smoked windows pulled up and the driver honked the horn.  Zack breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the car, trying his best to keep his cock from rubbing against his sweats.  The window rolled down and the guy inside called out, “Dude, have you seen a white guy here?  I’m supposed to pick him up.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Zack answered, savoring the cool gush of conditioned air that hit his face as he peered inside, eyes straining to adjust to the darkness.

There was a pause.  Finally, the guy muttered, “Um, sure.  Don’t fuck with me, bro.  Have you seen some American guy waiting here or not?”

Zack felt himself getting annoyed as he tried to open the door to get in but found it was locked.  “Dude, shut up.  Yer looking for me.  Mah name is Zack. Kael sent ya to get me.”

Another long pause.  “Are you sure?  You’re Zack?”

Zack, feeling flustered now, practically shouted, “Yeah!  Wha the fahk?”

The driver cleared his throat as if to say something, but instead unlocked the door, saying, “OK. Get in.”

Relieved, Zack pulled open the door and climbed inside.  For some reason, he found that he barely fit in the seat and had to move it all the way back to get comfortable. Even so, his shoulders felt cramped between the door and the driver’s seat.  He was relieved that at least the guy spoke English.  He didn’t know what would have happened if he’d been forced to try to explain himself in Spanish.  He was attempting to put on his seat belt when he realized that the driver was staring at him.  He ignored him for a few moments, but when it became clear that they weren’t moving, he turned to face the guy, saying, “Wha?”

Now that his eyes had adjusted, he realized that the driver was a just a young guy, barely older than Zack.  And (where did this thought come from?) he was also really hot.  He had dark, mocha skin and lustrous, black hair that he’d pushed behind his ears.  He was stocky and muscular, wearing only a wife beater and skin-tight jeans.  His arms were covered in black tribal tattoos that twined around his bulging biceps all the way up to his neck.  Before he realized what he was doing, Zack’s eyes had trailed down to the guy’s crotch and he blushed when he noticed the sizable bulge down there.  Coughing, he forced his gaze away and found himself looking the guy in the eyes.

The young guy winked at him and, after an uncomfortable silence, said, “I’m Javier, by the way.  I thought you were supposed to be an American.”

Zack noticed that the dude had really full lips and a tiny black soul patch under his lip.  He flushed again, trying to find words.  “Ah am, dude.”  He looked down.  Something about the guy’s stare was disconcerting.

The guy persisted, asking, “Well, you’re speaking Spanish and you don’t look American.”

Spanish? Zack thought.  What the fuck was he talking about?  He barely knew three words in Spanish.  “No, Ah’m Ahmerican, dude.”

Javier paused again.  “With that accent, you’re not from Chile.  Maybe Brazil, but not America.  You kind of look Brazilian, too.”

Zack’s mind was spinning.  Brazil?  What the fuck?  He was going to protest, but suddenly felt shy and stared down into his lap, noticing that his erection was back in full force.  Awkwardly, he placed his hands over his lap and inadvertently shivered with pleasure as his hands touched his cock.  Quietly, he muttered, “Ah’m Irish.  Now can we go?”

Javier smiled at him, obviously not believing a word he said but let it go.  “Sure, dude.  Where to?”

For some reason, Zack couldn’t remember where he was supposed to be going.  His erection was pulsing ferociously and the momentary clarity he’d had before Javier arrived was gone; his brain was scrambled.  Where to?  Where to?  Finally, unable to think of anything, he said.  “Ah done know.  Where should we go?”

Javier seemed not to hear him, he was staring at Zack was a strange look on his face.  Zack watched him, heart pounding in his chest.  Something big was happening here and he didn’t understand but part of him knew that whatever it was, it was going to change his life.  Time seemed to stop and Zack watched the guy’s beautiful, full lips part slightly as Javier moistened them slowly, deliberately with his tongue.  Zack sat there, unable to think of anything but those luscious lips.

Javier must have noticed his hungry look because he paused a long while, studying Zack acutely.  Zack held his breath.  He was about to exhale when quickly, savagely, Javier leaned over and, grabbing his tank top, shredded it in his hands, pulling Zack toward him.  Their lips met in a mad frenzy and the guy’s long, hot, probing tongue had forced its way inside Zack’s mouth before he could breathe.  Zack responded passionately, sucking and gulping, opening his mouth wider, opening to invite that amazing, luscious tongue inside his throat. 

Maneuvering like a seasoned pro inside the confines of the car, the guy was on top of him in seconds, pinning Zack’s hands against the headrest behind him.  Zack couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care; he completely gave in and let his mouth and body be savaged.  He couldn’t remember ever feeling so incredibly turned on in his life and his cock responded, throbbing hard against his sweats, which felt too tight to contain him.

In one deft movement, the guy pulled away and sat up, unzipping his jeans.  Zack gasped as his long, fat, uncut cock sprang free, slapping him heavily in the face.  Zack sat there mesmerized, unable to believe his eyes.  He’d never been so close to a guy’s cock before and it bobbed seductively in front of him, the brown-black foreskin peeling back to reveal the shiny head of his cock, a tiny drop precum rolling off the tip.  The guy had closely-trimmed, jet black pubic hair and his balls were shaved smooth.  His huge nuts dangled down, hanging low in his dark, almost black nut sac.  Zack’s mouth watered as he stared at the amazingly huge organ bobbing in front of him and he was about to lean forward to grab it in his mouth when the guy stopped him.

“Wait, dude,” he whispered, reaching down with one hand to grope Zack’s crotch.  Zack’s cock pulsed at his touch and Zack had to clench hard to stop himself from cumming, he was so wound up.  The guy tried to pull back the waist band of his sweats but the sweats were so tight that he could barely get his fingers between under the elastic.  The cotton fabric strained as the guy tugged and tugged.  Zack was about to shout in pain when the waistband broke and the sweats gave way with a loud rip.  Zack yelped as fabric split and his cock sprang free, slapping painfully against his belly.

There was a long, surprised silence before the Javier exclaimed, “Dude!  You’re small!”

Zack felt his cheeks flame and he looked down at his tiny, hairless cock.  He had to admit that without pubic hair it looked pre-pubescent.  Was it even smaller than before, he wondered?  Even his balls seemed small, barely bigger than a boy’s.  What the fuck? He thought wildly, feeling confused, ashamed, and embarrassed at the same time.  His arousal immediately dissipated and his cock began to deflate, shrinking even smaller.  He tried to pull the shreds of his sweats over it to hide his shame.  He felt like crying.

The guy stopped him, though, saying tenderly, “Wait!  Don’t do that, dude.  I’m not a size queen.  I was just surprised, that’s all.”  He reached down to cup Zack’s package lovingly in his hands and despite his lingering embarrassment and confusion, Zack felt himself grow hard again.

Sighing both in pleasure and in defeat, Zack said, “Well, Ah hate it.  I wanna a huge cock like yers.  Look at me.  A’m ri-dic-u-lous.”

The guy ignored him, continuing to massage Zack’s groin; Zack groaned despite himself.  Javier leaned down then and kissed Zack on the lips, his prior savagery had disappeared, replaced by unexpected mildness.  “Don’t sweat it, dude.  I know a guy who can help you there.  He works on guys like you all the time.  It’s really common for bodybuilders to have small packages; it’s a side effect of all of your ‘roid cycles.”

Zack pulled back, feeling a mixture of hope and confusion.  “Wha do ya mean?  He can help me? How can he help?”  Then something Javier had just said registered, “Wait, Ah’m not a body…builder.  Ah’m a socker player.”

A strange look passed across Javier’s face.  “Huh?  Dude, you’re no soccer player.  Have you looked at yourself lately?  You couldn’t even kick a soccer ball without falling over.  You’re a fucking beast!”  When Zack gave him a scorching look, he added quickly, “You’re fucking hot, though.  Bodybuilders are the hottest dudes ever and you’re one of the biggest I’ve seen.”

Zack complained, “Ah’m notta bodybuilder, dude!  Stop callin’ me that.”

The guy looked at him in disbelief and muttered, “Yeah, and you’re not a Brazilian, either.  Right…”

Zack had no idea what the hell was going on.  His headache had returned and he belatedly realized his clothes were in shreds and there was a naked guy straddling him in the front of an SUV parked in downtown Santiago.  What the fuck was happening to him?  What the fuck was the guy talking about?  He suddenly craved his mate and a good workout.  His muscles were aching to lift.

Trying to bring a sense of normalcy back to the situation, he asked, “Dude, where can Ah workout?  Ah rully need ta lift.”

The guy looked down at him and smiled, his cock still waving in Zack’s face.  “Sure, dude.  There’s a gym for guys like you just around the corner.  My cousin owns the place.  I could stand to lift, too.  And afterward, my cuz and his doctor friend will help you with you ‘little’ problem.  First, though,” he added with sudden intensity, “I just gotta suck that thing.” 

With that, Javier squeezed down and enveloped Zack’s cock in his mouth, sending him straight to paradise.

The blow job was the best Zack could remember.  After building to the biggest climax of his life, he exploded in the guy’s mouth and was screaming at the top of his lungs, completely oblivious to anything but the extreme pleasure pulsing through him.  The orgasm seemed to go on forever and he bucked his hips wildly as it erupted through him.  After long moments, he collapsed down into the seat, completely spent.  He was breathing hard and sweat trickled down his back.  Javier watched him with a satisfied smile on his beautiful face.  Wiping a dribble of cum off his cheek, he smiled up at Zack.  “Dude, you big muscle guys are all the same.  Always ready to shoot.”

Zack was trying to catch his breath.  His whole body was shaking.  He’d never gotten a blow job like that from Madison or any other woman for that matter.  It didn’t even bother him that it had come from a guy.  Who cares, he thought, when it feels this good?  Looking down at Javier, he smiled languidly and moaned, “That was fuckin’ awesum, dude.  Do it again.”

Javier laughed.  “Not now.  Oh, and,” he said, winking, “don’t worry about doing me. I’ll wait.”  Grinning at Zack’s look of chagrin, he added, “I can tell that you’re new to this, but,” he added, winking again, “I’ll break you in.” 

He pulled his tight jeans up, stuffing his fat cock inside before buckling his belt and hopping over to the driver’s seat.  He planted his lips on Zack’s open mouth before zipping into traffic and careening around the corner at full speed.  To Zack, it seemed like they had barely driven ten seconds before they pulled up in front of a dirty storefront that Zack vaguely recognized as a gym.  The place had obviously seen better days and he looked at it askance.

Javier saw his look and smiled, patting his knee. “Relax, dude.  My cousin keeps the place in good shape.  You’ll see.  Now let’s go lift.”  He opened the door and was about to step out when Zack stopped him.

“Wait, dude!” he exclaimed, “Ah can’t go in there like this,” he indicated his naked body and shredded clothes.  There was no way he could cover himself decently with the rags left over from Javier’s amorous attack.

His new friend stopped abruptly and smiled devilishly.  “Just come in like that.  No one cares.  They’re used to it.”

Zack shook his head, appalled. “No way, dude.  Gimme some clothes.  Ah’m not goin’ to work out naked.”

“I swear no one cares, big guy,” Javier said, sighing. “But, alright, just because I like you, I’ll get you something to cover up.  Wait here a sec.”

Zack sat awkwardly in the SUV as Javier darted into the gym.  He was really glad that car had smoked glass or everyone walking by on the street would have seen him in his “glory.”  Javier seemed to take forever, but just as Zack was getting impatient, he opened Zack’s door and tossed a small mesh bag onto his lap.  “Here.  Put these on.  You’ll fit right in,” he said laughing as Zack violently closed the door before a woman passing by could see inside.

Zack gingerly opened the bag and emptied the contents onto his lap.  It was a wad of shiny fabric that Zack realized was Lycra.  He pulled at it, inspecting each item closely.  There was a tiny string tank top, a miniscule black jockstrap, and a pair of white Spandex shorts that looked nearly transparent.  “Ah’m not gonna wear these,” he stated flatly, shoving them back into the bag.  What was it with the men down here?  They were always trying to get him to wear the most humiliating things.  Javier was worse than Kael.

Like Kael, though, Javier was not dissuaded so easily.  He gave Zack a pouty look, drawing his luscious lips together in a seductive moue.  “Aw, come on, dude.  You’ll be the hottest guy in there.”

Zack was about to flatly refuse and demand that Javier take him back to Kael’s when he had a sudden thought.  “Ah’ll wear ‘em if ya work out naked.”  He was certain that Javier would refuse, but it turned out that he didn’t know Javier very well—yet.

“No problem, dude.”  Javier agreed with startling alacrity, “I’m in.”  In an instant, he was out of his jeans, bare ass hanging out and semi-hard cock flopping in the breeze.  He pulled off his wife beater a second later and stood there proudly, giving Zack his first clear look at Javier’s incredible bod.  He was tall, tan, and both beefy and lean.  The heavy, black tribal tattoos that covered his arms ran down his shoulders and onto his pecs, ending in little swirls around his prominent nipples.  He was shaved smooth and every muscle slid enticingly under his beautiful mocha skin.  Zack noticed that both nipples were pierced with half-moon inserts and his ass was perhaps the perkiest Zack had ever seen.  Zack’s mouth watered and he felt his cock grow hard again.  “Fuck,” was all he could say.

Javier smiled and winked at him, completely comfortable and confident being naked in public.  “Let’s go, dude.  Now it’s your turn.”

Zack was faced with a conundrum:  He could either struggle into the ridiculous clothes in the car or try to wrap the shreds of his old clothing around him and walk all the way through the gym to change in the locker room.  Javier might not mind parading around on the street nude but he wasn’t quite ready to display himself to all of Santiago.  Couldn’t he be arrested for indecent exposure?  Were the laws so liberal here in Chile?  He sat there befuddled, feeling panicked, until he noticed that Javier was looking at him expectantly, an eager look on his face.

How could he resist that face? 

Sighing, he gathered the shreds of his sweatpants around his waist and got out of the car.

“Where’s tha locker room?” he asked, feeling thoroughly out of sorts and just wanting to get this over.

Javier was trying hard not to laugh.  “Dude, you don’t need a locker room.  You’re so fucking hot.  Just get dressed right here in the street.  I told you that no one cares.”

When Zack glared at him, he relented.  “OK, OK, big guy.  Yes, there is a locker room inside if you prefer.” He shook his head, adding to himself, “I don’t know why you care, though.  The way these things will fit on that bod of yours, it’s going to be just like being naked…”

Zack pretended not to hear.  He could feel his face burning already, but he didn’t have a choice.  He had to go in like that. Shoulders slumping, he trudged into the gym.  The doorway was really narrow and he had to turn almost sideways to get through it.  The place was dark inside and he stood there blinking for a moment in the dim light.  Javier was there beside him, huge cock bobbing jauntily in front of him, obviously proud of himself.  Show off! Zack thought to himself but then felt his cock harden in response; he pulled the shreds of his sweats tighter around him.

The place was almost stifling hot; only a couple of fans rotating listlessly from the ceiling.  A layer of grime covered the floor and much of the equipment.  The only light came from a single row of yellow, buzzing fluorescent lights.  In that sickly light, Zack gradually realized that the gym was filled with really enormous bodybuilders lifting stacks and stacks of weights.  He couldn’t help gaping at how big they were; they almost didn’t look human under all that mass of muscle.  The sound of deep, guttural grunting filled the stagnant air.  Even weirder, all of the guys in there were wearing the tiniest, tightest clothing imaginable.  Some seemed to only be wearing posing straps and others had miniscule string tanks that exaggerated their bulging pecs.  They looked so ridiculous that Zack turned and tried to leave but was stopped by Javier’s firm grip on his shoulder.

“Wait a minute, dude.  We have a deal, remember?” he reminded an unwilling Zack.  Zack exhaled loudly but then saw that Javier was staring at him with a strange look.  He seemed to be devouring Zack with a feverish intensity that was both shocking and somehow exciting.  No one (besides Kael) had ever looked at Zack like that and he kind of liked it.  What was more, Javier wasn’t making any attempt to conceal the huge erection he was sporting. 

He felt his own cock begin to strain in response and looked around wildly to see if anyone noticed.  He was trying to find the locker room to hide in when he heard someone call out to them.  “Oye, Javier! Cover yourself up.  This is a respectable establishment, pendejo.”

Zack swiveled around to see a man even more covered in tattoos than Javier.  He was about the same age with slicked back hair and wore a tight black tank and tight black jeans.  The guy had Javier’s same big, sensuous lips and he was surveying them with a look of mild amusement.  Zack gathered that this wasn’t the first time Javier had waltzed into the gym naked. 

Javier laughed, spreading his arms wide.  “I’ve got nothing to hide, Pedro.  Besides,” he added, winking at Zack, “My friend Zack likes it.”

Zack blushed as the man gave him an appraising look.  His eyes slid up and down Zack’s body like a lover’s hands and Zack understood what it meant to be devoured by someone’s gaze.  He shifted his hands self-consciously to cover his throbbing cock and was about to say something when he noticed something odd about Pedro that made him gape:  He had the most gigantic bulge in his jeans that Zack had ever seen.  Zack tried to look away, but couldn’t help staring at the guy’s crotch; he’d never seen anything that huge before in his life—it didn’t look humanly possible.  The tight black jeans had obviously been modified specially to accommodate his monstrous package.

Javier had walked up to the guy and they were clasping each other by the bicep in some sort of special greeting.  They seemed really macho until they pulled in and kissed briefly.  Zack felt a flicker of jealousy for a moment before Javier turned and saw his face.  “Dude, don’t worry,” he said laughing.  “Pedro is my cousin.”  Zack felt himself relax.  Pedro smiled and, reaching out, grasped Zack by the bicep, too.  He squeezed and said winking, “Yeah, don’t worry, dude.  I won’t take Javier away from you…but I might take you away from Javier.”

He laughed as Javier took a mock swing at him and released Zack’s arm, but not before slapping him playfully on the ass.  Zack flushed and stared downward.  Unfortunately, his gaze was once again snared by the unbelievable sight of Pedro’s incredible package.

Javier saw his stare and laughed again.  “Impressive, isn’t it?  You like? Doctor Pereira has worked his magic on almost all the guys here, but he always tries his procedures out on Pedro first.”

Perplexed by these words, Zack reluctantly lifted his gaze from Pedro’s burgeoning crotch and then looked out over the gym.  And then he saw what he’s missed at first:  All of the guys had incredibly huge bulges that were barely contained by the shear fabric of their pouches.  Head spinning, he closed his eyes and reached down to steady himself on the greasy counter.  What kind of place was this?  It didn’t seem real.  After a long moment, he opened his eyes again, frantic thoughts racing in his head.  He must have looked pathetically confused because both of them burst out laughing.  Zack’s cheeks flamed and he was about to stomp out when Javier stopped laughing long enough to gasp, “Wait, Zack.  You didn’t think that they were born like that, did you?”

Zack shook his head.  Javier choked on more laughter and struggled to compose himself before saying, “Ha!  Only some of us are gifted with huge cocks,” he said looking proudly down at his own still-hard and very impressive member.  “The rest have Saint Pereira.”

Still confused and feeling like he was missing something critical, Zack mumbled, “Huh?”

This time Pedro chimed in.  “Yeah, dude.  It’s true.  The doc gave all these guys their huge schlongs as well as…other things.  And I can do the same for you.  You want a massive package to go with that massive bod of yours?”

Zack didn’t understand why everyone kept telling him how massive he was.  He was far skinnier and less muscular than the hulking brutes in the gym.  But he did desperately want a ‘massive package’ and wondered how Pedro managed it.  He’d always heard that penis enlargement required dangerous surgery yielding mixed results.  He looked askance at Pedro, but couldn’t keep the sudden hunger out of his eyes.

Pedro laughed again, this time less convulsively.  He nudged Javier.  “See, cuz.  I can tell he wants it.  Tell him to come to the doc’s clinic after working out.  I’ll get started on him.”

Javier gave Zack a proprietary look, nodding his head.  “I was hoping you’d say that, bro.  I can’t wait. He’ll be so fucking hot when you’re done.”

Zack didn’t know whether to feel excited or scared by this, but he didn’t really have much attention to waste thinking about it because the sound of pumping iron was beginning to overwhelm him.  He felt it take over his libido and his discomfort at being nearly naked in front of these two leering (but incredibly hot) men; he just had to get lifting or his muscles were going to explode.  Without a word, he grunted, “Dude, where’s tha locker room?  I gotta work out.  Now.”

Pedro and Javier exchanged a knowing glance and Javier pointed to narrow hallway in the back of the gym, but Zack was already staggering that direction, clutching his tattered sweats and the embarrassingly tiny bag of “workout” clothes that Javier had given him.

The locker room was little more than a cement changing room with a row of dripping shower heads in back.  There were a couple of grimy benches and a sad bank of rusting lockers.  A couple gargantuan guys with the widest shoulders that Zack had ever seen were trying to squeeze into ridiculously tiny shorts when he entered and another guy was pulling his clothes out of a locker with a towel barely able to span the circumference of his pumped ass.  Zack felt distinctly out of place and uncomfortable there.  He was the only normal-sized person in there and didn’t understand how a guy could let himself get to be so grotesquely huge.  They were so over-pumped that they looked absurd.  He would have laughed at them if his heart wasn’t beating so hard and the desire to get out there and lift weren’t so overpowering.  Instead, he turned away, letting his shredded sweats fall to the ground.  He pulled out the clothes that Javier had given him and surveyed them critically before pulling out the jock and holding it up.  It was so big that his whole waist would fit through one leg hole.  It couldn’t possibly be the right size.  He was about to drop it and try to salvage his sweats when he heard Javier say, “I don’t think that thing is going to be the right size for you, big guy, but try it on anyway, OK?”

Zack scoffed.  “Ain’t no way it’s tha right size.  See,” he said as he stepped into it.  He was shocked the next moment, though, when he was able to pull it on and it fit.  If anything, it was a bit too tight. “What tha…” he started to say.  The jock must be made out of some strange fabric that shrank when you put it on.  Zack had never experienced anything like it.

Javier was standing there, a look of appreciation on his face.  “You look fucking amazing, big guy.  Fucking amazing.  It is a bit too tight.”  He reached back and snapped one of the straps, making Zack jump before adding, “But I like it.  I really like it.  Now try on the shorts.  Those are a bit bigger.”

Zack stared at him uncomprehendingly for a moment before he obediently fished the transparent shorts out of the little bag and stepped into them.  Like the jock, they looked like he would swim in them, but they fit quite well after he stepped in and pulled the delicate, sheer material up his thighs.  It felt…wonderful.  He turned around to check himself out in the scratched mirror hanging on the side wall.  Seeing his ass encased in the sheer fabric made him get harder and he reached down to cover himself.

“Don’t do that, big guy!” Javier exclaimed.  “You don’t need to worry about that here.  Just be yourself.  This is the one place that people like you can relax and let everything hang out.”  He winked, playfully slapping Zack on the ass.  “And I mean everything, dude.”

Zack colored and was about to protest when he was flooded again with a screaming urge to lift.  Without a word, he pulled on the string tank (with great difficulty; it bit uncomfortably into his chest and pulled hard against his pecs) and pushed Javier out of the way.  He was hungry to lift.

It felt like it had been forever since he had lifted and he all but raced through the most intense set of chest presses that he’d done in days.  His pecs felt like they were going to explode but the pain felt so good that he decided to follow it with a series of squats and butt lifts.  He savored the intensity of pushing his muscles to the limit and was barely aware of Javier’s shouts of encouragement.  Everything narrowed down to just his muscles and the weight of the iron.

After a while, he began to feel sated and slowly became aware of how loud his grunting was.  It almost drowned out the clank of weights and guttural mumbling of the other lifters.  He noticed that some of the other guys were staring at him and nudging each other.  He started to feel self-conscious.  Before he could stop, though, Javier was there in front of him, still naked as shit and jiggling his package inches from Zack’s face.  “They’re just amazed at how strong you are, big guy.  You’re a fucking monster, dude,” he whispered, leaning forward so that his engorged package dangled just in front of Zack’s mouth.  Zack could feel heat emanating from it and smell its musky scent.

He certainly didn’t feel like a monster compared to those obscenely huge slabs of beef but Javier’s package was too distracting.  He grunted.  The grunt sounded theatrically loud to him, but Javier smiled down at him and he found he didn’t really care too much.

After another hour, he had worn himself out and every muscle was aching.  His whole body was aching with the post-workout burn and he realized that this why he loved weightlifting so much:  Every muscle felt heavy with strain and fatigue.  He sat on the bench and felt the sweat run down his back, his breathing labored.  It felt great.   Now he was ready for his afternoon mate.  In fact, he realized, he needed it so bad that his hands were shaking.

Javier noticed his discomfort and asked, “What’s up, big guy?  What can I get you?”

Zack was finding it hard to speak and could only grunt out one word, “Mate.”

Javier looked perplexed.  “Mate?  What do you need that for?  I can check to see if Pedro has any but I doubt it.”  Zack felt himself begin to panic at this news, but a moment later Javier stopped and exclaimed, “Oh, yeah, mate.  Now I know get it.  I forgot that you were staying with Kael.  I know what you need.”  He disappeared into the back room and came back carrying a small black satchel, saying, “This will help.  I forgot that you guys have to juice up regularly or you go into withdrawal.”

Zack’s brain had basically stopped working at this point and the words barely registered, but when he saw Javier pull a syringe and a small vial out of the bag, he grunted in alarm.  Javier had poked the syringe into the vial and begun filling it, a look of concentration on his face.  “OK, big guy, stand up and pull down those shorts so I can inject you,” he murmured, turning around.

Zack tried to struggle away from him, but found his body just wouldn’t obey.  All he could do was wail pathetically.  Javier looked down at him in surprise.  “What’s wrong?” he asked.  “It’s just your usual juice. Dr. Pereira keeps a bunch of it here for the guys at the gym to use.”

Somehow, Zack managed to mouth the word, “Mate.”  He had no idea what was going on but he had no intention of letting Javier inject him with that stuff.

Javier gave him a kind but somewhat perplexed look, leaning closer with the syringe.  “I know you’re used to taking this in mate, but it’s actually better if you inject it.  Now, come on, at least turn around so I can give it to you.  It has to go into your butt.”

Zack’s head was spinning and he desperately wanted Javier to get away from him, but he was also in no position to resist and in the end allowed Javier to pull down his shorts and poke the needle into his ass, feeling the liquid burn as it radiated through his buttocks.  Almost immediately, a feeling of warmth and wellbeing settled over him; he felt himself relax deeply.  It was the most blissful thing he could imagine.

Javier smiled.  “Yeah, the injections are so much better than the shit that Kael’s been giving you in the mate.  And it’ll make you grow even faster, too.  You think you’re big now, but I can tell you’re still not up to your full potential.”

Zack’s mind was far off in the distance, and not fully registering what was going on, but he felt a vague sense of unease with these words.  What was Javier talking about?  He felt like he was missing something critical, but didn’t have the mental ability to figure it out.  And he felt so warm and sleepy; he could barely keep his eyes open.

He must have dozed off because he awoke to Javier gently shaking him.  It was hard to open his eyes and he just wanted to go back to sleep.  Javier laughed softly, saying, “Hey, big guy.  I know you’re tired but you don’t want to be late for your appointment with the doc, do you?  He and Pedro are waiting for you.  You’re close to having a monster cock to match your killer bod…”

There words awakened Zack and he found himself sitting up attentively.  Javier laughed at his expression, saying, “See, I knew that would wake you up.  You really want it, don’t you?”

Zack struggled to his feet, feeling heavy and awkward.  The thought of finally having a huge cock, though, helped him fight through the fatigue.  Slowly, he became steadier and…more turned on.  Again.  He could already feel what it would be like to have a big cock and it made him hornier than hell.  He didn’t even blush when Javier noticed his erection and slapped him playfully on the ass.

“That’s my boy,” Javier whispered appreciatively.  “That’s my big boy.  Soon you’ll be big in every way.”

Javier led Zack toward the back of the gym, past the locker room, to a door that looked like it should be an exit but instead opened into a brightly lit, white hallway.  It seemed completely out of place in the gym and Zack felt his skin crawl.  It was like stepping into the doctor’s office.  He hesitated but Javier gently guided him by the elbow down the hallway.  The hall went around a corner and opened onto a waiting room where several bodybuilder guys were standing around, dressed only in tiny posing straps.  They glanced up briefly from browsing muscle magazines when Zack and Javier entered but none of them said anything.  They didn’t even raise an eyebrow at Javier’s nakedness.

Zack noticed that they were all short, really tan Latino guys with huge muscles like the ones who had been lifting in the gym.  Zack stared at them as he walked by; they were incredibly built and seemed completely unselfconscious standing there practically naked.  He glanced discretely down at their packages and noted that they all had either small or average bulges down there.  Cheeks burning slightly, he realized that they were all here for the same reason he was:  To get monster dicks.  It made his heart beat even faster and he felt almost breathless.  Could it really be true that he was so close to finally getting the big cock that he’d wanted for so long?  It seemed like an impossible dream.

“They’ll have to wait, big guy.  Pedro gave you the first spot on the schedule tonight,” Javier announced as he guided Zack past the waiting room with a small office where a bored-looking guy typing in front of a computer, and finally through a doorway into a large exam room.  Pedro looked up from sorting implements on a low, stainless steel table, and smiled as they entered.  He was wearing a white lab coat and black-rimmed glasses that made him look vaguely nerdy and sinister at the same time.  The room was all white with a tile floor and a bank of mirrors on the walls to Zack’s right and left.  In the center was an operating table and lights. Off to the side, Zack saw a row of cots with some IV stands and a table filled with evil-looking medical implements. 

“There you are,” Pedro exclaimed as they walked in.  “I was beginning to think you were going to back out.”  He walked over to gently clasp Zack’s hand.  Zack recoiled slightly when Pedro’s clammy fingers closed around his own: Pedro was nervous.  Why the fuck is he nervous?  Zack felt his anxiety level begin to climb and for the first time he questioned if this was a good idea.  He was about to bolt when he felt Javier’s reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Relax, Zack,” he breathed.  “You’ll be fine.  The doc is the best.”  Then, releasing Zack’s shoulder, he turned and caught Pedro in a bear hug while rubbing his cock against his thigh.  Javier laughed at Pedro’s cry of disgust. 

He pulled away, lightly punching his cousin on the arm. “You and the doctor are going to take good care of my big boy, aren’t you, Pedro?  He’s worried that you’re going to screw this up.”  He looked around the room and then turned back to Pedro.  “Speaking of the doc, where is he?”

Pedro swallowed.  “About that…”

“About what?” Javier asked, his voice suddenly hard.  Zack felt his anxiety spike.

Pedro shifted.  “He’s, um, not here.”

“Not here?  Where is he?”

“Uh, Brazil.”

Javier stepped back from Pedro, folding his arms.  “Dude!  Why didn’t you say so?  We got Zack’s hopes up for nothing.  When is he coming back?”

Pedro wouldn’t look at his cousin when he answered.  “I don’t know.  It could be a few months.”

Zack’s heart fell, his dreams of a huge cock evaporating.

Javier was pissed.  “Fuck, Pedro!  What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell us that when we first got to the gym?”

Pedro swallowed and looked at the ground for a moment before squaring his shoulders.  He seemed to be rehearsing something.  When he turned to them, his voice held a note of strain but it was mixed with confidence, “I didn’t tell you because I know I can do this!  I’ve done it a thousand times with the doctor. I know exactly what to do.  I mean, really, what could go wrong?”

Zack was aghast.  He could think of a dozen things that could go wrong.  This was his cock they were talking about, not a fucking science experiment.  Pedro wasn’t even a doctor!

Javier growled in the back of his throat.  “Pedro, I don’t like this…” 

Zack nodded his head dumbly in agreement but Pedro shook his head vehemently. “Javier, trust me.  I got this.  In fact, I more than have it.  I could do this in my sleep.”  He paused before adding slyly, “And I can get better results than the doctor.”

Javier looked up, suddenly alert.  “What do you mean?”  Zack didn’t like the eager tone in his voice.

Pedro smirked.  “I’ve figured out how to go beyond anything that the doctor has yet to achieve.  I’m pretty fucking brilliant, if I do say so myself.”  He fixed Zack with a forthright stare and said evenly, “Don’t you worry one bit, Zack.  You’ll have the biggest cock ever.”

Zack looked at him askance.  “I dunno…” he started to say but Javier cut him off.

“Pedro, you’re not shitting us, are you?  You really can get better results than Dr. Pereira?”

Pedro quirked an eyebrow at him, saying, “Of course.  But it will take a while. Zack’ll be out for several hours while I work on him and then he’ll need at least a week to recover. And I’ll need your help.”

Javier blanched.  “My…help? Dude, I don’t know the first thing about playing doctor.”  Then he smiled, giving Zack a sly wink. “Well about playing a real doctor, anyway.”  Zack flushed.

Pedro stood up straighter, pushing his advantage; he could tell that he was winning Javier over.  “Don’t worry, cuz.  I’ll walk you through it.  It’s not that hard.”

Wait! Zack thought frantically. They can’t be fucking serious!  He started to back up but instead bumped into Javier.

“Where are you going, big guy?” Javier asked, raising his eyebrow.  “You’re not thinking about leaving are you?”

Zack made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.  That’s exactly what he was thinking.  How could Javier be seriously thinking about going through with this?  Didn’t he have any say?  It was his penis after all.  He was turning to dodge around Javier when he felt a sharp poke in his butt.  He had just enough time to look back to see Pedro removing a syringe from his ass cheek.

“No,” he tried to say.  “No…” but he was already sinking to his knees.  Pedro caught him under his arms as he sagged back.  His vision started to cloud.

“What?” he heard Javier ask as if from far away.  “You want a huge cock, don’t you?”


***


PART 4

Javier’s phone blared an insistent, piercing tone in his ear.

He groaned, stirring in his bed.  That ring tone was assigned to one person only: His boss, Kael Esquivel.

What did that asshole want?

He groaned again.  He felt like shit.  God, he felt worse that shit:  He felt like he was half dead.  Reluctantly, head pounding, he opened his eyes and then closed them again.  His room was too bright.

“Ungh,” he groaned.  Even his voice sounded like shit.

The phone stopped ringing as the call went to voicemail but a second later it was ringing again.

Fuck.  The boss was really insistent.  He cringed, remembering how pissed he’d been at Javier and Pedro for taking Zack and…making him bigger.  How were they supposed to know that the boss wanted the dude to have a little boy dick?  It didn’t make any sense.  And, to make matters worse, Javier had stupidly let it slip that he and Zack had been intimate.

Kael had exploded in a fit of rage.

Javier had been sure that he was going to be fired…or worse, but just when Kael seemed like he was going to totally lose it, he’d had gotten very calm and smiled at them.  It had creeped Javier out at first but Kael had apologized for getting angry and then dismissed them.  He and Pedro had been so relieved.  

Remembering the weird situation, he tried to shake his head but it stuck to the pillow for some reason.  He tried again and regretted it.  His neck and head were so sore.  What the fuck had happened to him?  He must have gotten really drunk last night.  He tried to remember where he’d had gone but couldn’t.  Everything was fuzzy and his head hurt like a motherfucker.

He finally answered the third time that Kael called.

“Bossth,” he said in a guttural voice that didn’t sound like it belonged to him.  He cleared his throat and tried again.  He was having trouble moving his lips.  And, was there something stuck to his tongue?  If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that there was something heavy, almost like a piece of metal on it.  “Whaths up?”  Why was it so hard to talk? He moved his tongue around in his mouth but everything seemed normal.

“I need you here now.  Zack is waking up.  You need to be here to help him.”

Waking up?  Huh? He groaned inwardly, careful to keep his tone neutral. “Whath can I dooth?”  God, why couldn’t he talk?  He felt something clink against his teeth and swished his tongue around in his mouth again but couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Just get your fucking ass over here, Martinez.  I’m tired of waiting.”  The phone clicked as Kael hung up on him.

Javier scowled or at least tried to.  His face wasn’t working properly.  He didn’t have time to worry about it, though.  He couldn’t afford to piss off the boss again.  He needed the money too badly.  Kael might be an asshole but he paid Javier very well.

He struggled to prop himself up on his elbows in bed but it was really hard because there was something wrong with the bed.  It was sagging, almost like he was going to fall through the mattress.  Piece of fucking shit mattress!  He should get a new one.  Yeah, he should get one of those really cool new ones.  Those “memory foam” mattresses were awesome.  They were expensive but he could afford it.  

As long as Kael didn’t fire his ass.

It was a huge struggle getting out of the bed without it collapsing under him. Then the pillow stuck to his head and he had to pull at it to get it off. There was a loud rip as it tore on something.  Fuck!  He flailed around until the side of the bed tilted and he almost fell out.  Struggling to stand, his balance was off and his body just didn’t work right. And that wasn’t the worst of it.  The floorboards creaked loudly and he could have sworn that they sagged underneath his feet.  Termites?  Shit. On top of getting a new mattress, he was now going to have to his place fumigated.

He was in so much pain!  Everything hurt.  He couldn’t remember having a hangover this bad before. Rubbing his temples, he fought to catch his breath and had to wait a couple of minutes for his head to stop spinning. His heart was beating like crazy in his chest. God, what was wrong with him?  He looked at the clock on his phone.  Shit, it was after two o’clock!  Had he really slept that late?

He didn’t have time to shower but he didn’t care how much of a hurry Kael was in:  He was going to take something for this headache! Breathing in deeply, he took a step toward the bathroom and heard clinking.  Had he slept with his keys or something? He patted the pockets on his sweats but didn’t feel anything. He took another step and heard it again.  What?  It was the sound of metal jingling.  What the fuck?

He ignored it. He’d worry about it later.  Right now, he had to get moving.

Steeling himself, he took another purposeful step and had to windmill his arms to keep from falling over.  Fuck!  The clinking and clanking was bad enough but his balance was crazy and he couldn’t walk normally.  It was like something got in the way of his legs when he tried to walk.  He struggled to stand and, taking another step, nearly fell over.  He felt like he had an heavy weight hanging in front of him.  Almost like another leg.  Huh?

His phone dinged.  It was a message from Kael.  Cursing, he forced himself to keep moving. He didn’t have the time or the mental fortitude to worry about it right now, but he did have to get some fucking painkillers.

With difficulty, he managed to weave across the room, jingling like a fucking reindeer the whole way to the bathroom.  Getting through the door was a struggle.  Was it just his pounding headache or did the doorway seem too small?  His shoulders scraped against the frame painfully and he had to turn sideways to squeeze through. Worse, the door of his medicine cabinet broke when he tried to open it.  It came right off in his hand and fell to the floor, the mirror shattering in a thousand pieces.

“Wha..?” he stared down at the broken pieces in disbelief.  Seven years of bad luck, he thought dourly.  Yeah, seven years of bad luck that started five minutes ago when he woke up.  God, what was wrong with him?

Somehow, he was able to grab the bottle of painkillers off the shelf and get out of the bathroom without cutting his feet on the shards of glass but it took far too much concentration and effort.  He was exhausted and didn’t have a choice, he had to rest.  He collapsed back on the bed to catch his breath.  The bed nearly folded under him when he lay down and he worried it would break. It held but just barely.  Fucking piece of shit bed!

His fingers were clumsy and he had to wrestle with the cap for some minutes before it finally twisted off.  His headache was so bad by then that he just opened his mouth and poured a bunch of pills in, choking them down.  He didn’t have it in him to go all the way to the kitchen and get a glass of water.

He really just wanted to stay there and go back to sleep but he knew he’d better move if he wanted his job.  Even so, the exertion of getting out of bed again left him drained and he didn’t have the strength to change his clothes.  He’d just wear the old pair of sweats and hoodie he had on.

Getting his shoes on was a traumatic experience and he had to stop three times on the way down to the car, leaning against the wall and waiting for his frantic heartbeat to slow down. The unbalanced weight hanging on him and the incessant jingling were driving him crazy and he felt like he’d been bashed all over with a baseball bat.  He didn’t know what was wrong; he felt like he weighed over two hundred kilos rather than his usual svelte eighty.  And his head was so cloudy!  He could barely keep track of his thoughts.  How many drinks did he have last night?  And did someone slip him a roofie?

When he finally got to the car, he saw it was covered in dust.  How had that happened?  He always kept it sparkling clean.  It was like it had been sitting in the driveway for months.  He stared at it, chest heaving and sweat trickling down his back. Christ, he couldn’t drive up to Kael’s with it looking like that!  The SUV technically didn’t belong to him, being a company car, and Kael was really particular about his belongings. Javier didn’t want to risk getting on his bad side again; he’d have to stop by a carwash on the way.

Getting into the car was challenging in his debilitated condition but, after a heroic struggle, he squeezed inside.  He was forced to push the seat way back to fit behind the wheel and he felt like he was sitting on a tiny cushion.  For some reason, he had to keep his legs really wide.  One knee was jammed against the shifter and the other was trapped between the steering wheel and the armrest.  His shoulder was pressed uncomfortably against the window.  Even the pedals seemed too small.  God, why is everything such a fucking struggle? he thought dazedly. He backed out of the driveway, noticing with irritation that the car felt sluggish, like its engine had to work extra hard just to move.  Was it due for a tuneup?  He’d just had it in the shop last week.

The guy at the carwash came running up to the car as he pulled in but then promptly backed away when Javier rolled down the window.  His face went pale and, when Javier held out a wad of bills, he acted like he didn’t want to take his money.

“Come on, doodth. I don’th half all thay!  Juth wath the futhin’ car!”  This metal thing clinking against his teeth every time he talked was driving him crazy.  He reached up and felt his tongue but it seemed fine.  This was so weird!

Swallowing nervously, the man took a hesitant step toward him and grabbed the money. What the fuck was the dude’s problem?  He pulled into the stall and waited.

The man washed the car in record time and didn’t even wait for a tip before he dashed inside.  Javier watched him disappear with disgust.  You couldn’t find good help anywhere these days! He doubted the car could be very clean after such a cursory washing but he was already late.  Kael had texted him twice in the past five minutes wondering where he was.

The car labored up the hill to the Esquivel estate.  The guard at the gate waved him through and Javier noticed that the grounds were strangely quiet even though it was a beautiful day.  He couldn’t remember ever seeing it this empty before.  There were always a ton of people on the grounds, playing golf or soccer, running, or just lounging by the Olympic-sized pools scattered throughout.  The Esquivels might be filthy rich but at least they believed in sharing their wealth with the common people.  Noblesse oblige was apparently encoded in their DNA…among other things.  Even the grand clubhouse in the center of had no cars in the parking lot.  Odd.

Javier felt so awful that he decided he would risk Kael’s displeasure and park in front of the house rather than in the spaces across the lawn reserved for employees.  He hoped he wouldn’t be there long enough for Kael to notice.  He couldn’t wait to get this over with and go back to bed.  He could sleep for a week!

He parked as close to the front door as possible and then fought to get the seat belt off and extricate himself from the car.  He was trapped by the steering wheel and had to push the seat all the way back before he awkwardly pulled free. Then he had to grapple with the armrest to keep from falling out.  He was so fucking hungover!  This wasn’t funny.  Maybe he needed to see a doctor?

The front door was locked and he cursed under his breath as he pressed the button to ring for entry.  His whole body was drenched in sweat and he stood there scratching his armpit as he waited for his aunt, Marta, to let him in.  He rang the bell again, realizing she was probably in the kitchen and might not have heard the bell.

He waited and waited, finally leaving his finger on the bell.  What was taking her so long?  When the door finally swung open, though, it wasn’t Marta on the other side.  Instead, Javier blinked and found himself staring down at a naked midget wearing a minuscule g-string.  He blinked again, fighting the urge to rub his eyes.  Talk about non sequitur theater!  His brain must be really fried.  He closed his eyes and opened them again but the midget was still there, chubby arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

The guy couldn’t have been more than a meter tall and was pale-skinned with blond hair and blue eyes.  His head was normal-sized (and quite handsome) but the rest of his body was oddly shrunken.  Even though he was about the size of a big toddler, his proportions were all wacky and the overall effect was unsettling.  And then there was the little dude’s attire.  Javier realized he was gaping and closed his mouth.  The guy’s red g-string was tiny even by midget standards, barely covering more than what appeared to be a truly baby-sized dick.  The pouch was so skin-tight that the head of his tiny, cut dick was clearly visible.  Javier flushed when he realized that the little dude’s dick was fully erect and pushing against the sheer fabric.

He froze, unable to stop gaping.  You never knew what you’d encounter at the Esquivel estate but even this was outside the usual bounds.  He tried to clear his throat and say something but no sound came out.  Finally, when he didn’t say anything, the little guy gave him a look of contempt and chirped something in English.  His voice was laughably high like a dog’s squeaky toy.  Javier was unable to stifle a laugh.  The dude shot him a murderous glare before turning and stomping away, the door ajar behind him.  Javier noticed with surprise and discomfort that the little dude had a really big, round, and perky ass for someone that small.  The red string of his thong only served to draw Javier’s attention to the way his bubble butt jiggled with each step.  Javier swallowed as the tiny guy reached back and scratched an ass cheek before disappearing around the corner.

Shit.

Had he really just seen that?  And where had the little tyke come from?  He covered his eyes with his hand, feeling like his head was going to split open.  This was one fucking surreal day!

Not knowing what else to do, he pushed the door open and entered the opulent foyer.  He stood there and waited, hearing his labored breathing echo off the white marble floor.  He was too exhausted to go looking for Kael. His boss could come and get him if it was so important.  He leaned against the wall, conserving his strength and feeling his pounding headache grow worse.  The fucking pills hadn’t kicked in yet!  After what felt like an hour, the elevator in front of him opened and Kael stepped out. A funny expression crossed his handsome face when he saw Javier but he quickly schooled his features and smiled as he reached out to shake his hand.

Kael looked good as always.  He was sweaty and wearing a only tight t-shirt and a brief pair of red shorts that accentuated his enormous package.  His employer was a vain peacock, that was for sure.

“Sorry, dude,” he was saying, “I was just getting a quick workout in.  I’m glad you came.”  He dropped Javier’s hand and gave him another brilliant smile.

Javier cleared his aching throat.  “Uh, dith I juth see an enano in a thongth?” Christ, his lips just weren’t working today.

Kael’s mouth quirked.  “Oh, you met Nate, did you?  He’s been staying here for the past few months. I go to school with him back in the States. For some reason, he’s convinced that he’s a big soccer jock or something. I can’t bring myself to tell him the truth.”

“Soccther jockth? No wayth!  Heeth goth quiteth an assth, though.”

“Um, yeah,” Kael said, looking aside nervously and scratching behind his ear.  “Doesn’t he?”  Clearing his throat, he led Javier over to the elevator.  “Zack is down in the basement laboratory.  He should be just about ready to wake up.”

The door swung open and Javier lurched inside, glad that he didn’t have to take the stairs.  He didn’t think he’d be able to make it.  And was it his imagination or did the elevator tilt when he stepped over the threshold?

“Whath ith he thooing in the labth?” he asked as the door closed behind them.

Kael’s voice was light.  “Oh, he’s just had a procedure or two.  Nothing major.  I think you’ll appreciate how I helped him recover from the hack job that Pedro did on him.”

Hack job?  Javier had seen Zack after Pedro finished working on him.  It had been a master work!  He had no idea that it was possible to work that kind of magic on a guy’s penis.  Zack’s tiny dick had been enlarged to truly magnificent proportions.  Thanks to Pedro, he’d had a cock that any guy would envy.  What did Kael mean?

He decided to remain silent; Kael didn’t like anyone to dispute him.  Instead he asked, “Where ith Pethro?”

“Pedro?” There was an almost imperceptible note of iciness in Kael’s voice. “He’s here, too.  He’s down in the lab, too.  Dr. Pereira has been working…with…him.”

These words did nothing to reassure Javier.  He felt a chill run down his spine even though the air in the elevator was stifling hot.  For the first time, he wondered if it had been a good idea to come there.  He had a feeling that he wasn’t going to like what he saw.  The elevator came to a stop right then and he would have pressed the button to go back up to the main level if Kael hadn’t placed a firm hand on his shoulder and pushed him out.

“This way.” His voice was tight.  It was an order.

Swallowing nervously, Javier followed him down a clean and very long hallway.  The air was cool and smelled antiseptic.  It was quiet and the inexplicable jingling coming from his body echoed to the point that Javier felt self-conscious.  Worse, he couldn’t manage to walk straight and had to stop twice to rest, Kael waiting patiently for him each time.  God, he just couldn’t catch his breath today!  He felt like a chain smoker and yet he was about as fit as a guy could be, working out at least twice a day and taking excellent care of his health.  He promised himself that he’d never go on a bender again.  This was not fun at all.  Why couldn’t he just go back to his apartment and rest?

Finally, they reached the end of the hallway and Kael opened a steel door, ushering him inside.

“We’re here,” he announced as Javier came to a wheezing halt next to him. “Let’s get started.”

Kael walked in but Javier got stuck.  Why were the doors all so narrow?  He had to turn sideways again to get through.  As he staggered into the room, Pedro and Dr. Pereira looked up from a computer monitor.

“Hey, Pethro!” Javier exclaimed, glad to see his cousin’s friendly face. He would have gone over and given him a hug if he weren’t so exhausted from the trip down the hall.  Instead he smiled and waved. For some reason, though, Pedro quickly looked down, refusing to acknowledge him.  He stared at his cousin, confused.  What was up with him?

There was a long pause before Dr. Pereira got up and walked toward him.  His face was a mask, not revealing any trace of emotion as he took Javier’s hand.

“Senor Martinez,” he said in a thick Brazilian accent before dropping his hand abruptly and returning to his work.  Pedro’s ears had turned red and he sank down in his chair as if he hoped that Javier would forget he was there.

Javier stared at his cousin, heart pounding and feeling a sick sense of dread.  Why was everyone acting so weird?  He turned to Kael and saw his employer watching him with narrowed eyes, a sly look on his face.  Javier reached out and steadied himself on the wall.  When could he get out of there? There was something very wrong going on…

“Where ith he?” he asked finally after the silence had stretched too long.  He might as well just get this over with.  Kael obviously wouldn’t dismiss him until he’d seen to Zack.

Kael shook himself at the question and gave Javier a big smile. The smile of a wolf before it lunged for the juggler.  “He’s in the room next door.  You can see him through the glass window over there if you like.”  His voice had an artificial cheeriness that further added to Javier’s building sense of doom.

Woodenly, Javier turned and lumbered over to the glass window.  The room on the other side was dark.  He looked back at Kael who nodded at Dr. Pereira.  In a moment, a cold fluorescent light flickered on. Javier squinted.  

Wait, what?  

He grabbed the window frame to catch himself as he realized what he was seeing.  It wasn’t his imagination.  No, it was real.

Zack.

Zack.

“No…” he started to say but his voice got lost in his throat.  That…thing lying on the table on the other side of the glass could not possibly be Zack.  It couldn’t be.

No no no no no no no no

No

NO!

All of the life drained out of him as he stared at…what Kael had done to his friend.  “Howth coulth you?” he managed to say after a long time.  He dropped his gaze.  He couldn’t look anymore.  He felt sick.

“Oh, come on, Javier!” Kael said in a scolding voice.  “Can’t you see how much I’ve improved him?  He is finally who he was destined to become.  You should be proud.”

Javier leaned his forehead against the cool glass.  This wasn’t real.  This wasn’t happening.  This could not possibly be real.

“Proudth?”

Kael laughed then, a harsh sound that lacked any trace of mirth.  “Yes, proud.  He has you to thank for this.  You and Pedro.  Without the two of you and your…help…Zack wouldn’t be the magnificent specimen that he is today.”

Javier took a deep, shuddering breath. Belatedly, he realized he was fighting back tears.

“Can I thee him?”

“Of course.  That’s why you’re here.  I wanted you to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up.”  He snapped his fingers.  “Dr. Pereira!  Let’s go in and wake him up.”

Kael turned on his heels and marched out of the room, waiting at the door while the doctor grabbed a small kit containing a syringe and some small vials of blue liquid.  Javier watched them leave, barely able to hold himself up.  Hopelessness weighed him down like an anchor.  An anchor that was dragging him down to the depths of a dark and horrible sea.

“I’m sorry, Javier.”

It was Pedro.

Javier lifted his head and gave his cousin a baleful look.  “For whath we dith to him?  I’m thorry tooth.”

Pedro swallowed.  “No, I’m sorry for what we did to you.  I…didn’t want to.  You have to believe me.  I really didn’t want to.”

That didn’t make sense?  What was Pedro talking about?  He hadn’t done anything to Javier.  Javier had never needed Pedro to do anything to him.  His cock was naturally huge; he didn’t need any work done to it.

He didn’t have time to ask any more questions because Kael was calling from the other room.

Sighing, he forced himself up off the window sill, his whole body and his mind complaining. He really didn’t want to go anywhere near Zack or Kael. He really wanted to get as far away from that accursed lab as possible, away from this nightmare. Away.

It took him forever to maneuver back out the door and then into the other room.  By the time he got there, he was out of breath again and feeling sick.

“Ok, Javier,” Kael instructed him as soon as he caught his breath.  “I need you to take off your clothes before he wakes up.”

Javier stared at him askance.  “Whath?”  He couldn’t be serious.  “Why?”

Kael gave him a cold look.  “Just do it.”  

It was that voice.  The one that Javier knew so well.  You didn’t argue with Kael when he used that voice.  Not if you wanted to keep your job.  Grimacing, he kicked off his shoes and pulled on his hoodie, trying to get it over his head.  It didn’t budge, though, and he had to yank on it.  Even so, it got stuck on something part way.  Frustrated (why was everything so fucking difficult?), he yanked on it until it ripped, tearing in two jagged pieces.  Even so, the pieces got stuck to his head and he had to pick at them.  He threw the remnants on the floor, noticing with embarrassment that the clinking got louder once it was off.  What was causing all that noise?

“The sweats, too, Martinez.”

Javier hated it when Kael called him by his last name.  It made him feel so inconsequential, expendable.  Like Kael owned him.  Fuck him, Javier thought.  I’m not his fucking slave!  He crossed his arms and glared defiantly back at his employer.  He was not going to do it.  He didn’t care if Kael fired him.  He refused to be humiliated by the asshole.

Kael’s eyes grew dark as he rounded on him, coming to a halt only inches away. Javier couldn’t meet his gaze and dropped his eyes to the floor.  The room was deadly silent. Kael seemed to radiate a dark light that absorbed all resistance, filling him with a bleak sense of despair.  There was no standing up to the man.  He was unholy.

Javier began to tremble as Kael breathed, “As Zack’s lover,” he mouthed the word with utter contempt, “I want your beautiful countenance to be the first thing he sees when he awakes.  Now take off your fucking pants!”

Javier swallowed and dutifully untied his sweats, fingers shaking.  The pants were almost as difficult to remove as the hoodie and they, too, were lying in shreds around him before he finally stepped free.

His hands were poised to pull down on his jockstrap when Kael stopped him. “That can stay on…for now.”

Javier gave him one last defiant look before letting his hands fall to his side.  The bastard just doesn’t want me to show him that he’s not the only one with a man-sized cock, he thought angrily. Kael was a fucking bastard.  He really needed to find another job.  This one completely sucked.  It didn’t matter that it paid well when you had to sell your soul for the money.

Kael nodded at him, ignoring his glare.  Turning to Dr. Pereira, he said, “Ok, you can begin.”

The doctor took out a long syringe and, stabbing it into one of the vials, drew back the stopper, filling it.  He rubbed Zack’s huge arm with an alcohol pad before deftly poking the needle into his skin.

***

Zack didn’t want to wake up but someone kept poking him.  It was like an annoying mosquito.  A mosquito that wouldn’t go away and kept biting and biting him.  Finally, he lifted his arm to bat it away.  His arm felt heavy, though.  He had to work to lift it.  He was so tired and his head hurt like hell.  The mosquito bit him again and he scrunched up his face.  Why couldn’t he just keep sleeping?

“Zath?  Zath?  Waykth up, buthy!”

Some dude with an absurdly low voice and a laughable lisp was calling in his ear.

“Whath?  Leaf me alone!”

Whoa. Was that his voice?  He sounded just like the dude talking in his ear.  He must just be really tired because his voice wasn’t that slurred and brutish.

“Come on, dooth!”

Zack wrinkled his brow again as his eyes blinked open but it was too bright and he closed them again.

“Iths me, Zath.”

He didn’t recognize that voice at all.  It was laughably stupid sounding.  Why wouldn’t the weird dude just leave him alone?  He felt a hand shake his shoulder and reluctantly cracked open an eye.

And cried out, scrambling back on the table away from the…beast in front of him.

“Geth awayth from me!” he stammered.  There was no way that thing could be human.  Could it?  He would have leaped off the table if his body weren’t so sore and heavy.  As it was, he did his best to move as far away from it as possible until he was in danger of falling off and had to cling desperately to the sides of the table to stay on.

The hideous thing took a step toward him and he flinched. Holy crap, what the fuck was that thing?  He willed himself to look away from it but it was like passing an accident on the highway; he couldn’t resist staring.  Or he would have stared at the…creature…if he hadn’t suddenly become aware of his body.  In confused horror, he looked down at himself.

And started screaming.

***

“Why ith he acthing so weirdth?”  Zack was staring at him like he was some sort of monster.

Kael made a funny sound in the back of his throat.  “Oh, I imagine he’s just groggy after being under for so long.  He’ll come around.”

He definitely came around.  

In the next moment, the behemoth on the table starting bawling pitifully, his eyes round with panic as he took in…what had been done to his body.  The bawling grew in intensity until Javier had to cover his ears.  It was horrible.  Beyond horrible.  He could only imagine how Zack must feel.  No, actually he couldn’t.  He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have to endure the fate that Kael had inflicted on him.  He stared at the cowering beast, feeling his heart clench.  God, the poor bastard!

Kael let Zack whine like that for a minute or two before he grew impatient and walked over to the table.  Javier watched amazed as he whispered something in Zack’s ear and Zack fell strangely silent, his arms and legs going stiff and his head falling back on the table with a thud.

“Whath didth you dooth?”

“Just a trick I learned awhile back,” Kael answered casually.  “He’s hypnotized.  I used a trigger word on him, the one that gets him to relax.”

“You hythnothizeth him?”

Kael smiled to himself.  “Yeah, it’s better this way.  He’s going to need some time to adjust.”

“Increthible!” In spite of the fact that it made the skin on the back of his neck prickle, Javier was fascinated.  He hadn’t known it was possible to do that. It was like something out of the movies.  “Can you dooth thath to anyone?”

“Yes, it’s remarkably easy, actually,” Kael’s tone was patient, almost patronizing.  Like he was talking to a little child.  “With Dr. Pereira’s help, I can control the different levels of awareness.  I can make him relax like he is now but I could just as easily hypnotize him so that he would be was unaware that anything about him had changed.”

“Reathy?”

Kael gave him an opaque look.  “Yeah, well, he would be aware that things weren’t quite right. He’d be really sore and have trouble talking and moving normally but he’d probably just think he was recovering from a really bad cold.”  He paused before adding, “Or something like that.”

“Woah.”

“Indeed.”  Kael turned and motioned to Pedro on the other side of the glass. Javier watched his cousin’s face blanch before he pushed himself off the chair.  A few seconds later he stood at the door, staring down at the floor glumly.  Javier did a doubletake when he realized his cousin was in a white hospital gown.  Why was he wearing that?

“Pedro, would you be a dear and help Javier wheel Zack to the elevator and take him to the guest room in the east wing?  The one that I had you prepare?”

Pedro swallowed hard but nodded saying, “Sure, boss,” in a dull voice. He stepped in and started undoing the catches on the wheels of the table that Zack was lying on.  Javier noticed that the table was super heavy duty.  It had to be in order to hold the unfortunate beast’s vast bulk.  God, it was almost disgusting how bloated his muscles were.  How would he even be able to move like that?  He’d probably only be able to take a few steps before he’d have to stop and rest.  Javier shivered.

“How dith you geth him tho big?” he asked while Pedro finished.

Kael gave him a little self-satisfied smile before answering.  “A combination of super-concentrated growth hormones and genetic re-engineering.  Remember how my father made his fortune with beef cattle?

Javier shrugged.  Yeah, he knew all about that.  The elder Esquivel’s corporation had developed a breed of cattle that grew twice the size while needing less than half the grain and water of normal cattle.  He’d been heralded as a savior by the developing world when he’d turned the breed over to the scientific commons. Now researchers all over the world were developing similar breeds of pigs, sheep, goats, and even chickens.  There was even talk of a Nobel prize.

“I did something similar to him, just removing the natural limitations. It was a stroke of genius, if I do say so myself.”

Javier stared at his boss and decided when this was over, he was going to leave and never come back.  And he’d take Zack with him if he could figure out how.  Kael was a fucking psychopath!  How could he be so proud of what he had done to Zack!  Between the unnatural muscle and the other even crueler…tortures…Kael had inflicted on the poor guy, Zack was ruined.  Fucking ruined him for the rest of his life.  The dude was a fucking freak of nature.  He forced himself to take a deep breath.  He was starting to shake with rage.  He fucking wanted to kill Kael Esquivel right then.  The fucking bastard!

Somehow, he managed to keep it together and not launch himself at Kael.  He was too tired anyway.  No, it was better to just bide his time and get out of there as soon as the opportunity presented itself.  Shit, this was fucked up!

“Ready, boss.”

Pedro slowly straightened but not before Javier caught a glimpse of something under his gown that made his heart stop.  What the fuck was that?

“Excellent.  Now go.  Both of you.”  

Kael made a little dismissive gesture with his hand as Javier stared at him.  What a fucker!  Normally, he would have come back with a sharp retort but a warning look from Pedro stopped him.  Kael Esquivel was a total asshole!

They were silent on the way down the hall, Pedro pushing the table while Zack lay catatonic, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling.  Javier wasn’t able to help because it was all he could do to plod along, lurching from side to side with each step.  Maybe he would take a nap when they got to the room?  Yeah, he really could use some sleep. When he woke, he would feel better.  He just needed to rest.

There was an industrial-sized elevator at the end of the hallway that looked big enough to hold a herd of cattle.  Pedro pushed the table inside and held the door, waiting for Javier to catch up.  He had to wait a long time because his cousin had to rest a few times before he finally stumbled inside.

“You Ok?” Pedro’s voice was thick.  He wouldn’t look at Javier.

Javier gasped like a fish for a few moments before responding.  “Yeth, sure.  I’m juth reathy hungover.  I’m finth.”

Pedro raised an eyebrow.  “Hungover?”

“Yeth, iths the weirthest thing.  I don’th even remember gointh outh lath nighth buth I woke up thith afthernoon feeling like thit.”  He turned and put his hand on Pedro’s shoulder.  “Whath abouth you?”

Pedro shuddered at his touch, pulling away.  “I’m…Ok, doing better than you and Zack at least.” He paused before saying, “I’m so sorry, Javier!”

Why did he keep apologizing? Javier watched, astonished, as his cousin teared up, choking out, “I’m such a fucking coward!  I sold you and Zack out.  Kael said he would turn me into a monster if I didn’t do what he wanted.  And after the…procedure…he had Dr. Pereira do on me, I gave in.”  He looked up at Javier finally, tears streaming down his face.  “I’m so sorry!”

Pedro was talking nonsense. He couldn’t believe that Pedro was in any way responsible for what Kael had done to Zack.  And to him?  Clearly, Pedro was hallucinating or…worse.  Maybe Kael had hypnotized him, too?  

“Whath are you thalkthin abouth?  Whath dith Thael dooth to you?”

Wordlessly, Pedro lifted the hem of his gown.  Underneath, Javier saw that he was wearing only a sheer white thong.  The pouch was enormous, though. It had a spreading dark stain on the front and was unnaturally distended. The…mass of flesh…pressing luridly against the nearly transparent fabric was not shaped like anything normal on a man.

“Futhing thit!”  Javier breathed as Pedro took his thumbs and pulled the waistband of the thong down, allowing his junk to spill out.

Junk was a good term for what was hiding inside that thong.  The testicles that tumbled out were the size of grapefruits but that wasn’t what caused Javier’s sharp intake of breath.  No, the big balls might be a serious inconvenience. (No wonder the poor guy was wearing a hospital gown!  There was no way his nuts would fit inside a pair of regular pants!) No, it was his cock or what he guessed must be his cock that really got to him:  Pedro’s former gloriously long, thick cock had been chopped.  

Chopped off.  

Worse, the four inches or so left were swollen beyond recognition.  His stump had been inflated well beyond beer can size to something that bordered on a coffee can.  A really short coffee can.

And there was more.  

That hideous stump was bad enough.

But it got worse.

Javier felt his adam’s apple working up and down as he tried to find words but failed.

After shortening and fattening Pedro’s member, Kael had made Dr. Pereira reconstruct a caricatured version of a cockhead.  It wasn’t meant to be realistic, though, it was meant to be freakish. It was sort of rounded but also lopsided and puffy.  Javier had to suppress a shiver of disgust as he looked at it. Wait, what?  He squinted.  Holy shit.  Dr. Pereira had removed much of the length of Pedro’s cock but kept the foreskin, stretching it out so that it halfway covered the disgusting glans.

And there was more.

The good doctor had stretched out Pedro’s piss slit so that it was more than ten centimeters wide, a bizarre sideways smile that looked more like a…

“Fucking vagina.  My fucking piss slit is a vagina.”

A very leaky vagina at that.  As Javier gaped at it, a thick rope of precum dribbled out, stretching down until it splattered on the floor.

“Thit!  The basthard!”

Pedro nodded.  “It does that all the time.  Like a fucking leaky faucet.  I can’t make it stop. He did this to me and then said that he would do more if I didn’t cooperate.”  He turned to Javier, beseeching him with his eyes.  “I…couldn’t stand it.  I gave in.  I sold out.  I’m sorry.”

“Quith apolothizing,” Javier said and tried to reassure him by reasoning,  “Bethides, Thael woulth hath done thith to Zath anyway.”

Pedro didn’t respond.  Instead, he carefully gathered up his disfigured equipment and stuffed it back inside the thong.  It hung out like a bloated tumor as he dropped the gown over it.  Javier was actually glad that he didn’t have to look at it anymore.  What was wrong with Kael?  He’d known that he was a bit off but had never guessed that the guy was this crazy.  He had gone off the deep end and now he was making everyone pay.  He had to get out of there.

The elevator opened onto the east wing of the house.  A bright, airy hallway opened onto a palatial bedroom off to the right.

Javier moved out of the way as Pedro wheeled Zack into the room before he wobbled in behind them, clutching the door frame for balance.  He teetered over to the huge bed and collapsed on it, sinking way down.  What was wrong with these stupid beds?  The Esquivel’s were rich enough to afford good quality mattresses.  Why had they scrimped in here?

He waited to catch his breath before propping himself up on his elbows.  Like Kael had done, Pedro whispered in Zack’s ear and the swollen giant struggled off of the table.  His cousin dodged quickly under his arm and tried his best to support him but, at well over two hundred kilos, he didn’t have the leverage he needed.  Fortunately, Zack managed to find his balance, just barely.

They stood there for a moment while Javier studied Zack.  There was a big mirror on the wall behind him so that he had a good view of both his front and back.

Shit.

Shit.

Kael had really done it to him.

Wow.

He tried and failed to see anything recognizable from the old Zack.  Shit.  His muscles were engorged beyond all proportion.  He fucking made the most steriodal bodybuilders look tiny.  His neck and most of his head had been swallowed by his traps and delts.  His pecs hung like distorted sacks of grain, his giant nipples distended and hanging listlessly toward the floor.  He possessed a roid gut to end all roid guts and his skin was so papery it was almost transparent.  Even his navel had popped out like a herniated cork.  Looking at the big freak in the mirror, Javier had to bite the inside of his cheek when he saw Zack’s gargantuan ass cheeks.

Christ.

Christ.

That ass.

How the fuck had the doctor done that?  It was fucking incredible and horrifying at the same time.

Javier shook his head and then groaned in pain. He was so stiff that he could barely turn his head and that fucking clinking and clanging every time he moved was seriously annoying.

Zack made a gurgling sound and Javier forced his attention back to the behemoth.

Fucking shit he was crazy-looking!

His thighs had fought and won the battle to be the most hideously inflated muscles on his body but they were nothing compared to what Kael had done to poor Zack’s package.  Kael had taken Pedro’s masterwork and blown it up far beyond decency.  Zack had longed for a huge dick.  Well, now he had one.  Yeah, he had a dick that was so huge that it was rendered useless; there was no way that monster swaying pendulously between the tree trunks of his legs could possibly become erect.  And even it if it could, there was no orifice on a human body that could accommodate it.  The poor freak was staggering not just from the weight of his giant muscles but also from the effort required to hold up his penile monstrosity.

Kael must have injected ten liters or more of silicone into the thing.  That was the only explanation that Javier could find.  There was nothing else that could have made it look like that.  The mammoth cock was misshapen and lumpy.  There really wasn’t anything resembling a sheath anymore and his cockhead had been subsumed by a stretched out bag of skin that stretched down toward the floor.

Not content to leave him with a useless organ, Kael had implanted marbles or big ball bearings under the flesh of his monstrous cock.  The whole thing was covered within knobby growths that had developed as his skin tried to grow around the foreign objects.  Javier swallowed, feeling sick.  God, Kael was beyond cruel!

There was no end to the lengths that Kael had taken his depravity.  Zack’s body was covered head-to-toe with black tribal tattoos in frenetic zigzag patterns.  Even his neck, face, and scalp were tattooed and there was no trace of hair left on his body, not even on his head.  The dude didn’t even have eyebrows!  He was hard to look at for long because the schizophrenic tattoos made Javier’s eyes hurt.  Definitely not the thing to look at when he was suffering from a hangover!

Maybe the tattoos were a blessing in disguise, he realized grimly, because at least they helped mask Zack’s ruined features.  Whether it was the constant injections of growth hormones or a spectacularly botched attempt at facial surgery, the guy’s face was a wreck.  Javier hung his head.  Zack had been handsome once.  True, with his sloping forehead and thick brow ridge, he’d looked a bit simian but Javier had found that hot.  Now his ears and nose and lips had grown fleshy and thick and his brow was so heavy that his eyes were shadowed and beady.  He looked like a fucking moron.  A big, stupid, monstrous ape.  Shit.

And then there were the gauges and the piercings.

All over.

Everywhere.

God, it just didn’t end.  Kael was the fucking monster, Javier realized then, not Zack.  Poor Zack was just his victim.  Still, Zack had paid the price.

His nipples had been fitted with thick rings like the ones that you might find hanging through a bull’s nose and there was a heavy chain hanging between them.  The chain pulled his already freakishly big tits downward, stretching them.  His nostrils had been gauged.  His brow was pierced and a long row of hoops ran down each ear.  There was a big bolt or something stuck through his tongue, forcing his mouth to gape open.  Worse still, his earlobes sported giant disks the size of hockey pucks.  

How had Kael managed to do all of this to the poor guy?  Javier and Pedro had only just met with Kael the day before.  All of this…work…would have taken months.  At least.  It didn’t add up.  Dr.  Pereira was skilled but not super human; he couldn’t have done this so quickly.  Even with a whole team working around the clock, Zack’s transformation would have taken weeks.

He shivered but couldn’t look away.  He was ashamed to admit that part of him was enjoying this grotesquely fascinating spectacle!

Wait, there was something else he hadn’t noticed before.  It was easy to miss amongst all the tattoos and piercing but he saw that Zack’s lower lip flopped down.  Javier squinted and grew pale when he saw that there was a huge hole in it.  Apparently, not satisfied with stretching out Zack’s earlobes, Kael had done the same to his lip.  And, sure enough, Javier noticed that there were a couple of big wooden disks lying on the dresser behind Zack. Whoa. Yuck!

And finally, there were the rows of titanium spikes implanted in his skull.  At least three inches long, the sharp spines glittered demonically in the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows.  Javier felt his stomach clench as he watched Pedro gently help Zack fold himself into a sitting a position.  The big mutant collapsed on the bed next to Javier, nearly breaking it with his weight.  His muscles were rigid and his eyes were blank.

Javier sighed.  Kael really had done it to him, hadn’t he?  He had succeeded in making it impossible for Zack to ever lead a normal life.  God, he was going to be a freak forever! He shivered again, realizing that he was selfishly glad that he alone had escaped Kael’s revenge.  Poor Pedro and Zack!  He felt bad for them and he would do whatever he could to help but he was so thankful that he was Ok.  He’d really dodged a bullet!  

Pedro settled down on the bed next to him and, feeling protective of his poor cousin, Javier slung an arm across his shoulders.  Pedro stiffened at first but then relaxed into his side.  Javier was silent for a moment, staring at their reflections in the mirror.  Zack was still sitting rigidly upright, a vacant look on his face, and Pedro had his face nestled against Javier’s side.  He looked really unhappy.  He felt bad for them.  God, he felt more than bad.  He felt responsible.  If only he had known that Kael had special plans for Zack!  He never would have pushed Zack so hard to get that procedure.  He’d thought that Kael would be happy.  He thought…

No.

He couldn’t go down that road.  He had to be strong for Zack and Pedro.  Yes, Javier thought, they needed his help.  They needed someone normal to look after them and make sure that people left them alone.  They needed him.  Yes, he was their hope.  Only he could save them.  All he had to do was get them both out of there without Kael finding out.  They would go far away.  Maybe to a different country? Somewhere that Kael wouldn’t think to look for them.  Somewhere they would be safe. But where?

“We hath to geth outtha here,” he whispered.

There was a long pause before Pedro sighed.  “There is no getting out of here, Javier.  Don’t you know that yet?”

“I couldth drithe you guyth away.  We coulth ethape.”

“Ha!  You?  You’re in no shape to go anywhere.  You’re as bad off as Zack.”

Javier bristled at this.  “I’m juth thired.  I’ll be fine ather some reth.”

Pedro pulled away from him.  “Javier, you need more than sleep! What is wrong with you?  Can’t you see what Kael has done?”

Javier stared at him blankly.  “Yeth, of courth I thoo!  Hee thurned you anth Thack intho freakths!”

Another pause.  Then a little light went on in Pedro’s eyes.  “Shit!  I forgot,” he exclaimed, shaking himself.  “He’s got you hypnotized, too!  God, I’m such an idiot!”

Hypnotized?  Him?  No, that was impossible.  He would know if Kael had hypnotized him.  You don’t just forget shit like that.  If anyone was hypnotized here, it was Pedro.  He grimaced, giving Pedro a patronizing look.

Pedro blinked at him.  “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“No, I donth.”

“Do you want to find out?”  Pedro’s eyes narrowed.  “I’ll warn you, it won’t be fun.  You saw how Zack reacted.”

Javier tried to purse his lips but they were too numb.  Instead, he sighed through his nose, saying, “Yeth, sure.  Goth aheadth.  I’m noth worriedth.  I knowth I’m noth hypthnothizth.”

Pedro’s grew serious then and looked away.  “No, I don’t think it’s a good idea.  You’re better off this way.  I wish I could be hypnotized.  It would make everything so much easier.  I wouldn’t care about what Kael did to me because I wouldn’t even know.  I wish I could be like you and Nate.”

Javier was losing his patience.  “Oh, comth on, Pethro!  Juth thoo ith alreathy!  I wanth thoo prove ith thoo you.”

“I don’t think so.”

Javier took Pedro arm in his hand and squeezed.  Pedro yelped in pain but Javier held on until he relented.

“Ok! Ok!” he gasped, rubbing his arm.  “But remember I warned you.”

“Yeth, you warnedth me.  Now juth thoo it.”

Pedro gave him a worried look before leaning in and whispering a word in his ear.

Javier laughed.  This was ridiculous!  See!  He didn’t feel any different.  He felt exactly the same.  He was about to slap Pedro on the back when he happened to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

He froze.

Then he started screaming.

***


PART 5

“Iths Othay, doodth.  I’m here.”

Javier awoke with a start and blinked.  He was all wet.  He tried to stand up but someone held him down.

“Relath.  Juth thill.”

He groaned.  That voice.  He knew that voice.

“Thack?”

In answer, he felt someone wrap a big arm across his shoulders.  It was heavy but warm and felt so comforting.  He leaned back into the water and into the embrace.  He was naked and soaking in deliciously warm water.

“We hath eath other nowth.”

He smiled.  Or tried to but his lips didn’t work right.  What was wrong with them?  His upper lip felt fine but he couldn’t move his lower lip.  It just hung there even when he tried to move it.  Tentatively, he flicked his tongue out and probed.

Then he remembered.

He didn’t have a lower lip anymore. Well, he had a lip of sorts but nothing like he was accustomed to.

Shit.

“Relath.   Donth worry.  Iths Othay.”

But it wasn’t Ok.  It really wasn’t.  There was a cacophony of clinking from his piercings as he drew up his bulky, aching knees and leaned forward.  Hot tears fell down his cheeks.

Kael.

Kael.

“I see someone’s finally awake.  And, isn’t that sweet?  The two freaks are cuddling together.  What a…pretty…picture.”

Kael.

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and took in the tableau before him.  He and Zack were lying in the hot tub on Kael’s front deck.  It was nighttime and there was a soft, cool breeze ruffling the leaves overhead.  The lights were on low but he could see Pedro and the weird midget reclining in a couple of deckchairs.  Pedro was wearing his little white thong with the spreading stain on the front, his malformed equipment clearly outlined in the bulging pouch.  The midget was still in his red g-string.  He appeared to be asleep but Pedro was not.  He was watching Kael with glittering, hate-filled eyes.

And Kael?

Kael was standing on the edge of the pool completely nude, his magnificently toned physique on full display.  His huge, uncut cock was at half mast.  Clearly he was enjoying himself immensely, a proud patriarch surveying his demented menagerie.  The smirk on his face marred his handsome features and made him look truly evil.  Despite his best efforts to remain calm, Javier felt himself begin to shake with fear.  Here was the man who had ruined all of their lives and he was happy about it!  More than happy, the fucker was absolutely ecstatic.  The water in the hot tub suddenly felt ice cold and, if Javier could have run, he would have.

But he would never run again.

He could barely even walk.

The enormous mountains of muscle piled on his poor frame were like a ton of bricks, pulling him relentlessly down.  Every movement was a chore.  It was all he could do to force his chest muscles out far enough to take a shallow breath.  He was trapped.  A fucking prisoner in this overly inflated, massive body.  He cringed.

Kael was watching him with obvious pleasure.

“Why don’t you get up and show everyone your proudest possession, Javier?  I think we would all like to see it.”  His rich voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Javier trembled and looked down at himself.  He was still wearing his jockstrap.  Kael had cruelly zeroed in on the one thing that Javier had yet to come to terms with.  And he was going to make him do so in a very public fashion.  He tried to make his lips form a sneer but with his lower lip so misshapen and distorted, he knew he looked maniacal.

Kael snorted.  “Oh, nice face.  But I think you need to put your lip disk so I can get the full effect.”

Javier’s eyes shot daggers at Kael but he only laughed.  Turning to face Javier, he made a funny gesture and said, “Put it in now.”

It was the weirdest thing.  As much as he tried to stop himself, he could only watch as his hands reached out and grabbed the big wooden disk lying beside him on the edge of the hot tub. His fingers stretched out the obscene loop that was his lower lip and slid the disk through.  He grinned up at Kael, hating himself.  He was powerless to resist.

“Your turn, Zack.”

In a moment, Zack had popped his own lip disk in.  The two of them sat there grinning stupidly from ear to ear.  And speaking of their ears, Javier could feel the enormous disks in his earlobes flapping against his neck every time he moved.  

Zack looked exactly the same.  In fact, the two of them appeared to have matched tattoos, piercing, and gauges.  Kael had spared no effort to make them a matching set of freaks. Javier tried to look away from Zack but he couldn’t.  He just sat there, nodding stupidly and grinning like a total freak.

“Nice, guys.  You make such a beautiful couple.”  Kael looked down and smiled to himself before adding, “No, what am I saying?  Beautiful?  You two are the ugliest couple of apes I’ve ever seen.  You make me sick.”

Javier and Zack stared down at the water in the hottub, their ears burning with shame and humiliation.

“Sick with rancid desire, that is,” Kael said in a wicked voice. Javier lifted his head to see Kael looking meaningfully down at his own cock.  It was now fully erect, straining upward.

There was a pause before Kael fixed Javier again with his evil gaze.

“Stand up.”

He fought it but it was no use.  His body betrayed him again and he lurched unsteadily to his feet, piercings clinking in a demented rhythm. As huge as his bloated thighs were, they strained to hold him up and he had to splay his legs wide to catch his balance.  He stood there, jingling and dripping, acutely aware that Zack and Pedro were staring at him with stricken faces.

Kael’s lip curled.

“Drop ‘em.”

Helplessly, Javier looked down as his hands came to rest on the elastic waistband of his jock.  He could see now that it wasn’t his usual jock.  No, this one had been custom made to hold the unnatural bulge that stretched the white mesh to the breaking point.  It was wrong.

Wrong.

All wrong.

Why had Kael done this to him?

Why had he done this to his penis?  He’d once had the best cock.  The fucking best cock in the world!

And now?

Now he stared in horror as fat fingers that he didn’t even recognize as his own pulled down on the waistband.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Down.

And still it wasn’t all the way off.

Javier was sick.

He wanted to vomit but he couldn’t.  He couldn’t do anything but stare at what Kael had done to his once proud cock.

It took him awhile to register what he was seeing.  At first he didn’t see his penis at all, just a pair of giant balls that put Pedro and Zack’s to shame.  Shit, how the fuck had Kael grown his nuts that big?! They were nearly the size of bowling balls!  He flushed, feeling ashamed and embarrassed for the thousandth time that day.

But where was his cock?

Where…?

Then he saw it.

There was some weird, corded, skin-like thing wound around his ball sac.  It was like his balls were tied with some kind of fleshy rope.  He felt his heart stop as he realized what it was.

That was his cock wrapped around his sac.

Kael was watching his face with obvious enjoyment. “Go on, big guy.  Unwrap your package,” he said laughing at his crude joke.

Wanting to resist but unable to stop himself, Javier reached down with his clumsy hands and felt around.  It took him several, awful seconds before his probing fingers located the tip of his cockhead.  It was no bigger around than a his thumb.  But.

But.

Fuck.

His cock was so long.  His breathing grew ragged as he struggled to unwind it.  And unwind it. And unwind it.  And unwind it.

By the time he had freed it completely, his ropelike cock was dangling down in concentric loops in the water at his feet.

His dick was more than three meters long!

And as skinny as a small snake.

He put his head in his hands in despair and then jerked them away when he pierced his thumb on one of the long spikes implanted in his skull.

He was a ruined man.

Ruined.

With a ruined life.

And a ruined cock.

And it was all because of Kael Esquivel.

***

“The pool party isn’t over yet, guys.”

Kael’s voice was both perky and charged with wickedness.

Javier shuddered and sucked on his injured thumb as Zack held him close.  His friend was whispering in his ear.

“Ith almoth over, Jav.  Ith almoth over.”

Over?

Over?

What the fuck?

It was only just beginning.

They had to live the rest of their lives like this! It almost didn’t matter what Kael did next.  What could be worse than what he had already done to them?

“There is a surprise for each of you hiding under each of your seats,” Kael continued.  “Well, actually, it’s in your seats, if you know what I mean.”

Javier didn’t but he had a very bad feeling about this.

“In fact, if you concentrate, you can probably begin to get a feel for what I’m talking about…”  Kael was immensely proud of himself.  His fat erection bobbed in front of him as he chortled.

Javier shifted in the hot tub.

Now that he mentioned it, his butt was feeling kind of weird.

He shifted again and looked over to see Zack doing the same thing.

In another moment, there was no denying it:  His butt felt…empty.  So empty.  He needed something. He really fucking needed something. He repositioned his ass and gasped, it felt so sensitive!  God, it was intense!

He shifted again and was exchanging a worried look with Zack when the midget–What was his name?  Ian or…Nate? Oh, yeah, the midget’s name was Nate!–the midget, who had been quiet until then, suddenly rocketed out of his chair, shrieking something in his preternaturally high voice.  He ran around and around the pool, rubbing his butt.  Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and jumped in the pool.

Kael laughed and took a seat on the edge of the water, letting his muscular legs dangle into the clear water.

“I see Nate has figured it out,” he said.  “Come on, Nate.  Come to daddy.  Let daddy see your behind.”

The little guy peeped nervously over the edge of the pool.  Javier could tell that he wanted to resist but couldn’t.  Soon, he had pulled himself out and was walking stiffly over to Kael, holding his pudgy little hands over his butt.

“Get up on daddy’s lap, Nate.”

The midget grimaced but complied.  He had to remove his hands from his butt to climb on and, as he did so, Javier saw that his ass cheeks were rosy pink.

Kael patted him fondly as the little guy settled on his lap and then flipped him on his stomach in one smooth motion. In a moment, he had pulled off the flimsy, red g-string and tossed it aside.  Nate lay there, briefly stunned, before he started to squall.

“Stop it, Nate,” Kael ordered and the little guy immediately clammed up, an angry look on his face.

“Now,” Kael continued, speaking up so the rest of the group could hear. “Lil’ Nate here is going to demonstrate my final gift. He is going to show each of you how he is completely unable to resist my cock. In a moment, it will be all he thinks about until he is begging me to stick it into his hole. Right, Nate?”

The midget screamed something unintelligible while at the same time arching his back and sticking his perfectly round ass up, up, up. He quickly became aware that his body was disobeying him and this served to further ignite his fury. His handsome face turned bright red as he exploded with anger.

Kael laughed, letting his hand rest on the midget’s behind, stroking it fondly.

“You’re being such a naughty boy, Nate. I think it’s time that you got a spanking,” he said, smacking the tiny guy hard across the buttocks. Nate squawked and hollered but he was powerless against Kael. In a moment, he was straining to stick his butt up in the air, aching for Kael’s touch.  The expression on his face was murderous, though.

How is this possible? Javier wondered as he had the sickening realization that the same thing was happening to him.  He could feel his ass, supremely augmented thanks to the work of Dr. Pereira, getting more and more sensitive and aching for release.  With revulsion, he realized that he wanted one thing only: Kael’s cock up inside him.  He wanted that evil bastard to fuck the shit out him!  How could he be this sick? And how could Kael have managed to do this to him?

Kael was insane.

Kael…

Had the most amazing cock.

Javier longed for it.

He had to have it!

He flushed, trying to resist the urgency he felt building inside of him but he couldn’t.  He was powerless to resist the allure, the pull, the magnetic draw toward Kael and his magnificent cock.

And worse, he felt good.  In fact, he felt incredibly aroused.  Shit, it was the most amazing sensation!  His cock may have lost the ability to get turned on but apparently now that function had been taken over by his butt.  Surreptitiously, he lowered his hand down and gently touched his asshole.  A blast of pure pleasure shot through his body and he had to stifle a gasp.

Shit.

That was fucking amazing!

And fucking wrong.

“Yes, that’s right, guys.  You are all now my sluts. You are my private zoo, here only for one thing: My pleasure. It is all you will care about from now on, if you know what is good for you.”  He gave them all a wide smile, making a broad gesture with his arms.  “But I am a generous man. Yes, very generous.  While it’s true that none of you (except lil’ Nate) will be able to get an erection again, I have given you something even better.”

“You, Pedro,” he turned and smiled patronizingly over at Javier’s cousin, “Will cum when I fuck you up your new vaginal piss slit. How many other guys can do that?” Pedro studiously avoided his gaze but Javier saw him swallow and his ears grow red.

“And you, Zack and Javier,” Kael continued as both guys slouched down in the hot tub with dread, “Will have butt orgasms when I fuck you senseless.” He gave them a sly wink, before adding slyly, “Something I plan to do quite a lot.”

He paused as if expecting applause but he was met instead with dead silence.  Javier, Zack, and Pedro were glaring at him with unconcealed hatred and Nate was face down making little grunting noises as Kael massaged his finger in and out of his asshole.

When none of them said anything, he laughed harshly and announced, “And now for the main act.  On your knees!”

***

Kael kept Javier and Zack at his estate for a few months until he grew weary of them.  Even though his control over them was nearly complete, they found ways to sabotage him wherever they could.  It didn’t take long before he lost his patience and shipped them off to a new life at a club in seedy part of Santiago where they were the final act in a carnival of freaks.  People paid a lot of money to watch their debauched antics on stage.  Neither of them wanted to take part in the show but they didn’t have any choice.  The club owner knew all the hypnotic triggers; Kael had made sure of that.  They were effectively trapped and their lives devolved into near constant humiliation.  The show was bad enough but the carnival owner sold their “company” to the highest bidder each night after the show and this turned their lives into a living hell.  Within four months, each had been treated for numerous sexually transmitted diseases and they were on a nearly constant course of antibiotics.  Fortunately, neither tested positive for HIV or hepatitis but they had come down with many other unsavory maladies including a particularly pernicious case of anal warts.

One night after a particularly brutal performance, they were huddled in their rundown dressing room, shivering under a threadbare blanket on their reinforced bed.  Javier was crying and Zack was doing his best to comfort him but nothing worked.  He just couldn’t stop blaming himself for what he had done.  He knew that none of this would have happened if he hadn’t picked up Zack that day and talked him into getting the penis enlargement procedure.  It was all his fault.

“Ith noth your faulth!” Zack insisted.  “Thael wouldth hath done thith thoo us anywayth. You know whath heeth like.  I shouldth have juth thayed home.  If I hath thayed home, none of thith woulth have hapthenth.”

Javier was about to tell him that, if he had stayed home, they never would have met.  Despite everything, the thought of not having Zack in his life was worse that what Kael had done to them.  Zack was the one good thing to happen to him and he never wanted to lose him.

He was about to tell him this when there was a knock on their door.  Both of them froze.  That could mean only one thing: The owner had another customer who had paid to service them.

“Shith,” Zack breathed, stiffening.

A voice called out from the other side of the door but it wasn’t the owner’s.

“Zack, Javier! Open up!  It’s me, Pedro.”

Pedro?  That couldn’t be possible.  Pedro had disappeared months ago, managing somehow to slip through all of Kael’s security defenses. Marta had not shown up for work that day and it was obvious that she was involved in his escape.  Kael had been livid when he’d found out and had punished Zack and Javier severely, being convinced that they were responsible in some way.  They hadn’t been able to sit down for a month after he got done with them.  But neither of them ever breathed a word about Pedro to Kael.  The truth was, neither of them knew where he had gone. They had assumed that Kael tracked him down eventually and made him pay the ultimate price.

“Come on, guys!  Open the door.  You’re free.  We just purchased your freedom!”

Was this some kind of joke?  Javier was extremely skeptical but the voice did sound an awful lot like Pedro’s.  He somehow managed to extricate himself from the bedcovers and lurched over to the door.

He slammed it shut as soon as he opened it, though.

Kael Esquivel was standing on the other side of the door with Pedro.  Shit!  If Kael had found Pedro again, it didn’t bode well for either Javier or Zack!

“Javier!” Pedro’s voice was amused.  “This isn’t Kael. It’s his brother, Dex.  Dex just bought your freedom from this cesspit.”

A young guy cleared his throat before speaking.  “Pedro is right. I am not my brother.” His voice so much like Kael’s that it made Javier shake.  “I have soul.”

“Go aheadth,” Zack encouraged Javier.  “I canth thell ith noth Thael.”

Nervously, Javier reached for the door handle and opened it a crack.  The guy looked so much like Kael that he was tempted to slam the door again but, when he stepped out of the shadows, Javier could see that Dex was younger, thinner, and darker than Kael.  He lacked his brother’s commanding presence and unfailing confidence but he made up for it with a kindness that seemed to emanate from him.  Javier could tell right away that Dex was not a twisted bastard like his brother.  His dark eyes were soft and sad as he gazed upon Javier.

“May I come in?” Dex asked.  His voice was deeper and richer than Kael’s, too.  He wasn’t nearly as handsome but somehow that only made him more magnetic.  Javier couldn’t stop staring at him as he stepped back and ushered them inside.

“Thank you, Javier. You are Javier, right?”  Dex asked as he entered and Javier nodded. Dex was already reaching out to clasp his hand in a firm shake.  Pedro followed just behind.

Zack’s feet thumped on the floor and he pushed himself awkwardly up off the bed.  He was naked just like Javier.  Neither one was allowed to wear clothes.  Ever.  Their employer had made that very clear from the day one.

If Dex was taken aback by their appearance or nudity, he didn’t show it.  He stood by quietly while the guys took turns hugging and kissing Pedro.  (Well, it wasn’t so much kissing as sort of touching upper lips together.)  Zack and Javier were so happy to see him again!  In fact, they were so elated that they didn’t notice until much later that he was wearing regular clothes and they fit..normally.

Finally, Javier realized that Pedro was wearing a really tight pair of jeans and the outline of his penis was, while certainly big, nowhere near the vast size of the deformity he’d sported after Dr. Pereira had gotten done with him.

Pedro saw his gaze and winked.  “Yep, it’s back.  I’ve got my old tool back!”  He was glowing and, as happy as Javier was to see this, he was also a little envious.  How come Pedro was so fucking lucky?

Dex seemed to sense Javier’s mood change and stepped forward.  “That’s why we’re here, Javier.  We’re here because I want to make you normal again.  I want to undo everything that Kael did to you.  As much as possible, at least.”  He spread his hands, continuing, “I can’t promise that you’ll be exactly like you were before, of course, but I can promise that you will be pleased with the results.  Will you trust me to do it?”

Zack and Javier studied the young man for a long time.  He looked so much like Kael that they were tempted to say no.  This had to be some kind of trick. This had to another one of Kael’s sick ploys…

“Why thoulth we?” Javier asked finally.  He crossed his arms, causing the heavy chain hanging off his distended nipples to clang.

Dex turned toward him.  His mouth was quirked and his eyes held a spark of something…unexpected.  What was it?  Whatever it was, it sent a frisson down Javier’s spine and he realized he was trembling.

“If you come with me, I’ll show you.”


***

PART 6: Epilogue – Revenge

Note: You know that I couldn’t just leave the story the way that I ended it, right? Oh, I thought about it but soon realized that there had to be an epilogue, one last meeting between Kael and Zack. Mano a mano, as it were.  It’s pretty long for an epilogue but I think you’ll enjoy it.

It’s hard to believe that I started writing this story on the back of napkins and scraps of paper while on an informal (i.e., self-guided) birding tour of Fiji back in 2010. It’s thousands of miles and so many memories away from that lantern-lit tent in Koroyanitu National Park when I wrote the opening lines but the end result is pretty darn close to the tale I envisioned back then…

***

The sun was setting on the practice fields as Zack marched purposefully, chin down and shoulders back, to the pitch for the final meeting.  The spring in his step was gone and so was his naivete. Both had been annihilated by Kael Esquivel and the torture he had inflicted on him. Still, he was here. He was back at Marshall State one last time, dressed in his signature blue kit, carrying a soccer ball under his arm just like the old days. And even more incredibly, he was whole once more, thanks to Dex Esquivel, the repentant Dr. Pereira, and an army of researchers paid for by Dex’s inheritance.

He shivered in the cool autumn breeze, remembering that fateful day two years ago when he had been a fearless and arrogant freshman confidently striding across the same fields. Back then, he had been so certain of his place in the world. He had known he was destined for greatness, a place at the top of the elite pantheon of soccer gods at Marshall State.  All he needed to do was challenge Kael Esquivel and show him who the real man was.

He flushed at memory, feeling far older than his twenty years. Seeing the young soccer players swaggering off the fields as they headed to the locker room after practice only cemented this feeling. He had seen too much of the dark side of competition, been blinded by it, and endured a fate none of these boys could even guess at. He didn’t belong in that world of youthful hopes and ambitions. Kael had seen to that.

Kael.

He knew where Kael would be.

Oh, he knew alright. Kael was nothing if not predictable.

Sure enough, he rounded the corner and glimpsed the familiar red jersey on the far side of the field. Kael was engaged in a sparring match with another player who was dressed in a dark green kit. Zack felt his heart clench as he watched them circle, lunge, and retreat in a complex, choreographed duel. The other player was tall, like Zack, and broad-shouldered, like Zack. He was also very good, almost as good as Kael.

Like Zack had been.

Zack scowled. Kael was a predator circling for the kill. If only the young guy knew what was really going on. If only there was a way to warn him!

They didn’t see him until he stood in front of them, less than ten meters away. The young guy noticed him first and Kael, taking advantage of his distraction, launched himself at the ball, kicking it in for an easy goal.

“Score!” he yelled, triumphant as his youthful opponent let out a string of expletives. “I believe that’s the match, dude.”

He was turning to clap the kid on the back when he saw Zack. If he was surprised or shocked or amazed, he kept it well hidden. But, Zack reminded himself, this is Kael Esquivel, the man who never appeared to be caught off  guard by anything. The man who managed to twist every situation to his advantage.

Until now.

Zack was determined that this was going to be one time that Kael did not win.

With only an almost imperceptible hesitation, Kael called out, “Hey, MacLaughlin, did you come to have your ass kicked, too?”

Zack didn’t take the bait. Raising his left hand to show Kael the ring on his finger, he answered in Spanish, “Martinez. Mi apellido es Martinez ahora. Javier es mi esposo; soy casado.”

Eyes flashing, Kael responded in kind, “Y cazado, también. Eres muy tonto para venir aquí.”

Zack suppressed a shiver of dread as Kael stalked over to him.  Kael, he realized, was as handsome and deadly as ever. With supreme effort, he kept his voice even as he said, “Yo no tengo miedo. Soy libre.”

Kael guffawed. “Libre? Tú? Eres un culo.”

“Hey, Kael, who the fuck is this?” The young man in green had come up behind Kael, a puzzled and challenging expression on his face.

Zack glanced at him and shuddered, seeing the ghost of his younger self. The guy was just a kid, hardly more than eighteen years old. He was stunningly beautiful with red hair, freckles, flawless skin, and piercing blue eyes. He was also very cocky, crossing his arms and giving Zack a condescending sneer. Already acting the part of the jealous suitor, Zack thought in amazement. God, Kael was a master at manipulation! It might already be too late for this boy.

Kael gave him a half smile. “Oh, just someone I used to know. He was just leaving, weren’t you, Zack?”

“No,” Zack said flatly. “I’m here to challenge you to a match.” He tried but failed to keep the Spanish accent out of his voice, pronouncing ‘you’ more like ‘jew’, something that didn’t escape Kael’s notice.

He smirked up at Zack, parroting his accent, “Un match de fútbol, really? Haven’t I already proven who wears the pants around here?” The young guy laughed and Zack felt his ears grow hot.

Struggling, Zack managed to keep his voice cool when he replied. “Well, if you’re afraid that I’ll beat you…”

“Afraid! Ha!” Kael’s deep voice was dismissive but there was also a hint of defensiveness. “No, I’m just worried for you. Obviously, you don’t realize when you’re playing with fire.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Kael raised an eyebrow before turning to the young guy and saying, “Ethan, can you leave us? I’ll catch up with you at dinner.”

Ethan hesitated as if he wanted to stay but Kael shook his head and the kid wandered away, picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder before heading across the field. He looked back once or twice on the way off the pitch.

“Now, Zack,” Kael said coldly, “I’m going to put you back in your place.” With that, he was off, kicking the ball down the field and heading toward the goal.

Zack had anticipated this but pretended to be caught off guard. He knew that the key to winning the game with Kael was to master the art of deception. Before he had mistakenly believed that skill was the key to taking down the arrogant asshole but now he knew better. Kael had taught him well.

He played Kael expertly, convincing him that he was laboring, that he was out of practice while at the same time pretending to push himself harder than ever in order to exact revenge. Kael would assume that Zack could never be as quick or as limber as he had been before Dr. Pereira turned him into that hulking monstrosity. Esquivel was no fool, though, and he would take nothing for granted. His job was to slowly sap Zack’s strength, wear him out, gradually make him lose will as he lost stamina. He could hang back, teasing and taunting Zack, while saving his strength for the end.

Zack was happy to let him think that his strategy was working. While it was true that he might never fully recover from the damage inflicted by the doctor (and the drug-laced mate), he was also stronger and more flexible than ever. Yes, he was at the top of his game, thanks to Dex’s generosity. There was no way that Kael could know that Zack had been the recipient of cutting edge stem cell therapy, effectively regrowing his joints and muscles from the genetic memory of his cells. And, as part of his rehab plan, he had been practicing for the past year with the best soccer coach in the world. The residual damage at this point was more cosmetic–and psychological–than structural.

He acted like Kael was tiring him out, slowly forcing himself to grow slower and duller. It was almost amusing the way that Kael fell for it. Soon, he was cockier than ever, barely able to contain his glee as he scored one goal after another. Zack let his shoulders slouch down and dragged his feet, waiting until Kael scored the penultimate goal before he finally sprang into action.

Deftly, he stole the ball away and scored a goal in a split second, rallying to score two more in rapid succession. Kael’s mouth hung open as the truth dawned on him. He tried and failed to catch up but Zack was too fast, too agile, and too light on his feet. He had tied the score so quickly that Kael was left reeling. He called timeout, dropping his hands to his knees, chest heaving and face red.

Zack walked over to him, stopping a couple of meters away. He was barely winded and felt like he could go on forever. There was no way he was going to let Kael Esquivel beat him again. No way.

“I…misjudged you, Zack,” Kael muttered, face down. He paused a moment before adding, “In more ways than one, apparently.”

Zack didn’t reply. He didn’t trust himself to remain calm. He just stood there, waiting out the ninety seconds, before veering over to take the ball. Kael, however, was not without his own surprises, somehow managing to marshal the last of his reserves and giving Zack everything he had. They battled like gladiators fighting to the death and it was only with herculean effort and unparalleled speed that Zack zipped past Kael for the victory.

Afterward, Kael collapsed on the field, head down in the grass, his red jersey soaked with sweat.  Rolling over, he fixed Zack with his tawny gaze, saying mournfully, “You win, Zack. You’re the better man.”

Zack’s mouth set in a bitter line. “Yeah, I know. So does Real Madrid.”

Kael’s eyes widened. There was a long pause before he managed to stammer. “Wait? You’re that Zack Martinez?”

“Yep. I’m that Zack Martinez. I signed the contract last month; I’m flying to Spain tomorrow.”

“‘The next Cristiano Ronaldo’,” Kael whistled. “Shit. No wonder you kicked my ass! Congratulations.”

Kael couldn’t see it but these words made Zack shake. He made it sound as if nothing had happened between them. Like Kael had forgotten everything he had done. Like he wasn’t really a monster who had inflicted the worst torture imaginable on Zack. To Kael, it was as if he and Zack had just played a friendly match and that they would now walk arm in arm off the field, talking about girls and soccer and old times. It made him sick.

Without a word of goodbye, he turned and left.

As he walked across the field toward the showers, he hung his head.

It seemed so stupid now.

Yes, stupid.

He was stupid for believing that beating Kael would make him feel better. For the past two years, he had been able to think of little else. It had been the prospect of this victory over Kael Esquivel that had kept him going throughout the long and painful road to recovery. He’d dreamed of it at night. When he had been tempted to give up and not go through with another torturous reconstructive surgery, it had been this final duel, the look of defeat on Kael’s face, the swell of pride, the delicious revenge that had kept him going. Even his drive and determination to win a starting position on Real Madrid had been fueled by his singular determination to prove to Kael that he could never really win.

He had poured everything he had into winning the glory of this very moment and now that it was here…

Fuck.

Now that he had won, he didn’t feel a thing.

He just felt sad.

And alone.

Only one thought ran through his head as he stalked off the field: There was no way that he could ever get back what Kael Esquivel had stolen from him.

***

The locker room was empty when he walked in. He wasn’t technically a student any longer but his ID badge still worked and the door slid open when he swiped his card. The room was deadly silent and his footsteps echoed as he made his way over to a bench, threw down his bag, and stripped out of his sweaty kit.

His reflection caught his eye in the mirror across the room and he paced over to look at himself, heart beating.

It was weird. Dr. Pereira had managed to achieve something unimaginable for Zack: He had restored his face, limbs, and torso such that he looked even more like himself than he did before Kael had corrupted his body.

Zack had consented to everything but had held firm on one demand and would not relent no matter how much Dr. Pereira had argued with him. He felt kind of bad being such a hard ass with the doc but it was his body and face after all. Dr. Pereira, perhaps in a bid to redeem himself for his past sins, had been determined to make Zack look like he did before he traveled down to Santiago to spend the holidays with Kael at his estate. Before all of the changes.

But Zack had declined.

He didn’t want to look like he had before.

For him, it was important that every time he looked in a mirror, he would be reminded that he was a changed man. He never wanted to forget how his pride and competitive nature had nearly destroyed him. And he wanted his outward appearance to reflect some of the internal changes that occurred as he had risen like a phoenix from the ashes of his ruined life and body.

The man staring back at him in the mirror was distinctly Latino, melding indigenous and European traits in a powerful alchemy that yielded startling beauty. He still looked enough like his old self that his parents had recognized him when he and Javier showed up unexpectedly on their doorstep a month ago. (That had been an interesting reunion! In the end, his family had accepted him back, their worry and consternation being easily outweighed by their elation at his return. Even more surprisingly, they had been delighted to have a new son-in-law, welcoming Javier as one of the family.) Yes, he looked similar but his new face was a much better fit for the man he had become. He loved his dark skin, black hair, brown eyes, and wide cheekbones.

If he squinted, he could see the traces of the old tattoos that had once covered his entire body. This was the practical reason that he had insisted on having dark skin: It hid the residual tattoo dyes. Additionally, he could see that his earlobes were scarred and his lower lip was still a little puffy even after expert reconstruction. But overall he was happy with the results. He’d been skeptical that Dex would stay true to his word but the younger Esquivel had poured millions of dollars into righting his brother’s wrongs. Javier, Pedro, Nate, and Zack owed him big time.

Giving his reflection a sad smile, he padded into the showers, turning on the hot water and holding his hand under the spray as he waited for the water to warm. Stepping under the showerhead, he felt his shoulders relax and he let out a long sigh. When the tears came, he didn’t resist; he just let himself cry.

He felt so vacant and lost. He had believed that confronting Kael would bring closure but he felt just as destitute now as he had before. Holding his hands up to his face, he sobbed, losing himself in a delirium of grief. His tears and the water pouring down on him merged into a river of sadness that flowed inexorably down the drain.

At the worst of it, just when he felt like he was about to lose it completely, warm arms enfolded him and someone murmured soothingly in Spanish in his ear. Without opening his eyes; he knew who it was: Javier.

Javier.

Javier, his lover–his husband!–had come to him, holding him with the tender arms of an angel. Javier had been there throughout the nightmare and he doubted that he would have made it without him. Despite their less than salubrious first meeting (when they’d had sex in the front seat of Kael’s SUV in downtown Santiago), their love had grown and prospered.  The relationship was the best thing to come out of the horrendous act perpetrated against them.

He sagged into Javier’s embrace, allowing his lover to pull him against his firm, broad body.

It felt so good.

It felt so right.

Javier was his rock.

Finally, grief spent, he lifted his head and let the water wash away the last of his tears. He opened his eyes.

And froze.

Kael was smiling up at him, his tawny golden eyes warm and sad at the same time.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Zack felt his heart begin to pound in his chest. “Kael,” he started to say, willing himself to pull away from the monster.

“Shhh, just go with it.”

“But…” He needed to run. He needed to get out of there. Kael was not to be trusted. Kael was…

Kael was surveying his naked body critically, an amused expression on his face. “Why didn’t you at least get a bigger cock out of the deal? I mean, it’s even smaller than before!” He sighed as Zack felt his cheeks color. “Well, at least you have a foreskin now.”

Zack pulled away, suddenly angry. “Stop it! I’m not going to let you do this to me again. You forget that I know your tricks. Always playing on my fears and inadequacies! I’m proud of my small cock! I asked for it back. For the rest of my life, I will thank God for it.”

Kael sighed again, saying, “Once a bottom, always a bottom, I suppose.” He crossed his arms and Zack noticed that his hairy, muscular body was even more sculpted and perfect than he remembered.  His huge bull cock swung proudly between his legs, resting atop an enormous pair of bull balls. In spite of himself, he felt his own little dick begin to chub up. He turned away, furious with himself and Kael.

“Come on, Zack. I know you want me.” Kael’s hands were on him again, pulling him, turning him around. Tugging him closer.

Struggling with the desire flooding through his veins, Zack tried to resist. He even managed to shout, “No!” But Kael had him.

Kael had him.

The tenderness of the moment before evaporated as Kael grabbed him and forced him against the tiled wall. His face smashed against the showerhead and blood poured into his eyes. He screamed but Kael only laughed.

“I locked the door. I have the master code. No one is going to hear you, cocksucker.”

Zack might be faster and more agile than Kael on the soccer pitch but Kael was far stronger and he quickly pinned Zack down, effectively immobilizing him. After that, it was only a matter of forcing him down, down, down until he was bent over, his legs apart and his butt cheeks spread wide.

“Nice ass, dude!” Kael commented, his tone incongruously airy and lilting. “After I’m done wrecking your hole, even Dr. Pereira won’t be able to tighten it back up again.”

Zack screamed again as Kael pressed his monster-sized cock into his cleft and brutally battered against his butthole. He clenched as best as he could but he wasn’t a match for Kael.  He cried out as he felt his sphincter start to give way.

Kael was laughing maniacally in triumph when his voice cut off suddenly, rising an octave into an outraged howl.  He fell back as Zack crumpled onto the floor of the shower, chest heaving and watching his blood swirl around his outspread hands on the tile floor.

Someone made a disgusted sound, saying contemptuously,  “God, you really are an animal, aren’t you?”

Javier.

This time it really was Javier.

Zack wiped the blood out of his eyes in time to see his lover toss an empty syringe over his shoulder. He was standing, feet spread, scowling down at Kael. Clearing his throat, he spat on him before kicking him savagely in the groin. Kael screamed in pain and cursed loudly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, Boss,” Javier remarked, making the word ‘boss’ sound like an insult. Then he was beside Zack, pulling him out of the spray of the shower and cradling him protectively in his arms.

“Ay, that’s a bad cut, mi amor!” He held his fingers over the gash on Zack’s brow, staunching the bleeding. “I’m sorry I’m so late! Pedro and I were trying to break the door in when Nate showed up with his badge.” He paused before kissing the top of Zack’s head and calling out, “Hey, Nate! Get me a cloth or something. Zack’s hurt!”

There was a grumble of acknowledgement from the changing room and a moment later Nate slouched in, holding out a towel. He took in the scene with a sour expression on his face, raising a blond eyebrow at Kael’s naked form before tossing the towel over to Javier.

“Serves the fucker right,” he grunted, “I’m only sorry that I wasn’t the one who injected him. I would have jabbed that syringe right into his dick.”

Zack wrinkled his brow and then regretted it as a fresh stream of blood ran down his face. Javier made a clucking sound in the back of his throat, holding the towel more firmly against the wound. “Just hold still, guapo. I’ll take care of you.”

Nate was about to say something else when Kael let out a bloodcurdling scream. Grabbing his ass, he writhed on the floor before convulsing in spasms.  His eyes rolled back in his head and he screamed again. In agony, he flopped over onto his back and tried to stand before falling backward to land heavily on his butt.

Fixing Javier with a baleful stare, he managed to gasp out, “What…did…you…do…to…me…?”

Zack blinked at Kael as he writhed ignominiously on the floor, still unable to take in what was happening.  Finally, he breathed, “Yeah, what was in that syringe anyway?”

Javier had a smug look on his face. “Oh, it’s just a little surprise that I had Dr. Pereira cook up. I had a feeling that Kael would try something like this if you challenged him.”

Kael screamed again, his voice dropping down low. He sounded bestial.

“You can’t–” he broke off into a deep grunt. He collapsed into a heap on the floor, curling up into a ball and holding his hands over his head. As Zack stared, he noticed something.

Something very disturbing.

“What is happening to him?” As horrific as it was to watch, Zack couldn’t look away.

Javier snorted. “Oh, he’s just becoming what he’s always been. You know how I always said he was full of bullshit? Well, now he really will be. I injected him with the DNA of his father’s prize stud…”

Kael let out a bloodcurdling scream then and, lifting his head, followed it with a deep bell that sounded just like a…

“…bull. He’s transforming into a bull.”

“WHA-A-A-T?!” Kael’s guttural voice was by now barely recognizable as human. In fact, just pronouncing this one word seemed to wear him out and he let out a long string of deep bellows and grunts, dropping his head and falling down onto all fours.

“Well, more like a human/bovine cross actually,” Javier continued, sounding extremely proud of himself. “He’s gonna be a huge freak by the time this is over. Like we were…only worse.”

Indeed, he was rapidly transforming. Zack held his breath as Kael’s hands fell away from his face. Two small horns were beginning to pop out from his forehead and his handsome face and mouth were elongating into a snout. A long, fat tongue flopped out of his lips and his eyes started to bulge. He grappled with his face, fingers landing on his ears which were already long, floppy, and covered in short hair. In moments his fine features had widened, dissolving into a caricature of his former beauty.

Zack realized he was clutching Javier’s knee and forced himself to relax. He was mesmerized by his nemesis’ hideous changes. Kael’s already large muscles were pulsing, pumping, expanding as he stared. The former jock was on his hands and knees again, head down and ass in the air.  His brown hair had grown long and shaggy, hanging off of his shoulders in a rough mane. Lurching forward, his arms splayed out in front of him and Zack saw a little tail emerge between the cleft of his ass cheeks. It grew quickly to over a foot long and sprouted a tassel of brown fur on the tip. His fingers began to thicken and lengthen as his nails grew dark and dense.  A pelt of thick hair sprouted on his shoulders.

“Fuck.  Look at his…”

Zack felt his cheeks color as the beastly Kael managed to push himself up on his knees. His thighs were twin mountains of corded muscle and his knees had become knotted and thick. But it was the appendage dangling between his swollen legs that really drew his attention.

Kael’s cock was pushing out and down as it grew more bulbous and knobby. In a minute, his deformed cockhead was flopping on the floor as the sheath of his foreskin grew leathery and dense, encasing it in a hairy envelope. His testicles hung down nearly as far as his dick, brushing the tile at his knees, big and heavy. He clutched at them ineffectually with his knobby fingers.

The protrusions on his forehead were now full-blown horns, easily more than twenty centimeters long and growing. They pushed out laterally from his skull and looked painful as the skin peeled away. His bulging eyes had swiveled out to the sides as his snout grew wider and longer and his teeth became fat plugs vying for space as his palate slowly expanded.

Unable to hold himself upright, Kael toppled forward, pounding his giant fists and wailing like a bull being led to slaughter. Zack’s gaze, though, was drawn to his butt. The arrogant jock’s formerly narrow waist had thickened and his muscular ass was fattening and widening into the hindquarters of a prize bull. His little tail twitched, flicking over the twin, hairy globes of his Grade A beefy ass.

There was a commotion in the other room followed by shouting. Kael seemed to register a familiar voice and rallied to pull himself back up on his knees, sticking his magnificent bull ass straight up in the air.

There was a little pop as he lifted his tail and the ring of his butthole pushed up and out. The pink skin around his anus became mottled before turning dark brown.

Kael belled piteously, staring balefully at the door as Ethan burst in, followed quickly by Pedro.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?” Ethan shouted as he ran over to Kael. He dropped to his knees, cradling the jock’s bovine head in his lap.

Pedro lifted his shoulders and shrugged, saying, “Sorry! I tried to stop him.”

“Theseus has found the Minotaur.” Nate commented drily, folding his arms and lifting a blond eyebrow.

“Fantastic,” Pedro replied, frowning. “I suppose that makes me Ariadne. Ugh. I always hated that bitch.”

Ethan lifted his head and fixed them with a look that would have etched glass. “You…You,” he tried to say but Kael bawled loudly just then and he turned back to him, leaning down and putting his cheek against the beast’s sloppy muzzle. Kael’s giant tongue curled up and lapped him across the mouth.

Zack swallowed, in shock. His brain felt frozen as he tried to take in the bizarre scene unfolding in front of him. He settled against Javier as Pedro tossed a couple little packages their way. He picked one up and looked at it blankly. It was a pair of rubber nose plugs.

“Here,” Javier said, taking the package out of his hands and opening it. “You’ll want to get these in soon. His new pheromones are gonna kick in and, unless you want to be overcome with lust, you need to breathe through your mouth.”

As he said this, Zack detected a subtle but growing odor. It smelled of livestock and sweat, not entirely unpleasant but potent. It kind of made him feel lightheaded.  And…

Shit.

He felt good.

Fuck.

More than good.

He felt fucking great!

Javier quickly unwrapped the plugs and jammed them in Zack’s nose. He took a deep gulp of air before wrestling with the second package and sticking them in his nostrils. Pedro and Nate were doing the same.

“Hey, Ginger!” Nate called out, causing Ethan to bridle. “You might want to stick these in your nose now.” He tossed a package across the room; it skittered on the floor, coming to rest against Ethan’s outspread thigh. The young guy eyed it suspiciously before pushing it away.

Kael let out a strange nickering noise that reminded Zack of a horse as Ethan lifted his lip. “Fuck you guys! Fuck…”

His voice cut off abruptly as he shifted his butt against the floor. He swallowed and then took a gulp of air, a dreamy expression on his face.  He shifted again and sighed. Still wearing his green kit, he pulled down on the elastic waistband of his shorts, exposing his buttocks. Cheeks coloring, he looked up at Nate sheepishly before pulling off his shorts entirely. Then he kicked them across the room. Ethan’s face turned brilliant red as if he was both aware of his nudity and unable to stop himself from stripping. In a moment, he’d pulled off his jersey, too. Naked, his porcelain skin was incredibly pale and unblemished, shining in marked contrast to Kael’s dark, hairy bulk.

“It’s not too late,” Nate warned, kicking the package of nose plugs back over to Ethan.

Ethan appeared not to hear him. He rose up on his knees, exposing his incredibly lean and hairless body, and mashed himself against Kael. He was well muscled and sinewy while at the time retaining the softness of a youth in the first blush of manhood. Zack willed himself to look away but couldn’t. He, Javier, Nate, and Pedro were all captivated by the scene unfolding in front of them.

Kael let out a low, shuddering moan as his transformation slowed to its final stages. There was a clattering sound as he strove to stand and Zack gasped when he saw the jock’s feet had become huge hooves. Kael struggled to find his balance, unfamiliar with his new immensity and bizarrely rearranged lower body. Eventually, though, his hooves found purchase and he rose up, splay-legged, rocking back and forth. He towered above them, standing more than seven feet tall. His legs and thighs were covered with short brown hair and were bigger around than most people. His chest and arms had exploded with heavy muscles but it was his enormous package and his freaky bull head that drew everyone’s attention.

Minotaur.

He had become a Minotaur.

And a very aroused Minotaur at that.

His massive, black, leathery cock bobbed up, slowly filling with blood. Was it Zack’s imagination or were his balls getting fuller and heavier in tandem with Kael’s huge equipment? They swung low and full between his vascular thighs. Ethan was kneeling as if in worship before him as a thick wad of Kael’s spunk slipped out of his furry foreskin. It dangled down on a lengthening rope before splattering on Ethan’s upraised chin. The boy’s tongue flicked out to lap it up.

Balling his huge hands into fists, Kael thrust his shoulders back and lifted his great bull head to let out a deafening roar that shook the building.  Then his bovine eyes swiveled downward, taking in the white-skinned boy kneeling in supplication beneath his monstrous erection. Without warning, he reached down and grabbed Ethan’s head, violently forcing his giant cockhead into the young jock’s mouth and shoving several inches of sheath inside. His cock had to be more than ten centimeters wide and it made Ethan gag but Kael didn’t care. He snorted loudly and thrust harder. His balls had swollen to the size of melons and thudded against Ethan’s stomach with each stroke.

Zack didn’t know to do. Should he intervene? Was Kael in danger of hurting Ethan? The jock, while clearly uncomfortable, seemed nonetheless to be enjoying Kael’s onslaught.  From his vantage, Zack had a clear view of the whole scene:  Ethan’s knees were spread wide and his delicate pink pucker was clenching and unclenching only a meter or so in front of him.  His buttocks were round and ripe, muscular and full. If he weren’t in such a state of shock, Zack would have found them quite alluring. Plus, there was something undeniably compelling about Kael. He was so fucking ugly and depraved, his body had become so overblown with muscles that it was almost ridiculous. His ungainly bullhead was horrifically distorted. And yet he possessed a carnal attraction that sent shivers through Zack’s body.

Kael now fully embodied his inner beast.

The others seemed to share Zack’s indecision because they were staring at Kael and Ethan, each with a different expression on his face. Nate looked disgusted, Javier amused, and Pedro entranced.

As Zack made eye contact with Javier, his husband gave him a funny smile and pulled him closer, saying, “I thought that Theseus was supposed to slay the Minotaur? Instead, the beast is impaling him.”

“I’m sure that will come later,” Nate commented, overhearing. “Do we have to watch this? I feel like I’m going to lose my lunch.”

Just then Kael mooed, raising his muzzle and drawing his fat lips together. It was a laughable sound and Zack had started to smile when he noticed that Ethan appeared to be choking. Kael clutched the kid’s head, shoving his cock deep down his throat as his body shook violently with orgasm. He belled loudly, emptying his balls of their pent up seed, pumping and thrusting into Ethan’s mouth. The youth flailed his arms, trying in vain to free himself but Kael wouldn’t let go. He pumped and pumped, loosing what had to be liters of cum into Ethan.

Belatedly, Pedro and Nate sprang into action, doing their best to yank Ethan off Kael’s pulsing monster cock. Kael was powerful, though, and he didn’t let go easily. After a long struggle, they managed to free the young jock, pulling him backward as Kael collapsed on his hands and knees, panting. His bull cock slapped painfully down on the tile, the pink, slimy head still poking out of the leathery foreskin. Rivulets of cum pulsed out of his gaping piss slit.

Pedro and Nate hauled Ethan’s limp and naked form into the changing room. Zack felt like he needed to do something to help and struggled to stand. His knees were weak, though, and he had trouble getting up. In the end, Javier had to help lift him off the floor.

“I’ll keep an eye on Kael if you want to see to Ethan,” Javier offered, giving him a quick hug before motioning him away.

Zack staggered into the changing room, pulling out the nose plugs and taking a deep breath.  The cut on his forehead had finally stopped bleeding and he carefully removed the towel, noting that it was soaked red with blood. Shaking his foggy head, he realized he was still naked and felt chilled. He was veering toward the heap of his clothes on the bench when he caught sight of Ethan and stopped short. The young jock was slumped on a bench, looking disoriented, as Pedro mopped the thick coating of Kael’s cum off his face and neck. Nate was pacing, occasionally pulling out his smartphone to check it.

But, wait.

What?

He stared.

The young guy’s formerly taut belly was grossly distended, jutting out like an overly inflated basketball. It was so massive that it sagged down onto the bench, eclipsing his genitals.

Zack’s mouth went dry as he tried to swallow. His mind was sluggish and it took him a moment to figure out what had happened.

When he got it, he had to steady himself against the lockers.

Holy shit!

Kael had pumped him full to bursting with his semen!

He had a huge belly of cum!

Ethan moaned loudly and belched, wiping his chin. He raised his head and fixed Zack with a baleful stare. His eyes looked glassy and his lips were still stretched out from accommodating Kael’s big rod, making him look a little froglike. When Zack didn’t move, the formerly lithe jock stared down at his fat stomach and blanched. With trembling hands, he cupped it and then tried to lift it off the bench. He couldn’t do it; it was too big and heavy.

“What the fuck…?” His voice was high pitched, tinged with panic.

Zack felt his heart clench, remembering his own disorientation and horror at finding his body transformed into something alien. He forgot that he was naked and covered in blood and settled on the bench to put his arm around the young jock, comforting him.

“It’s Ok! It’s just cum.”

Ethan gaped at him as if he didn’t understand the words. Zack realized that the poor guy had probably blanked out while Kael had him and was only now coming out of it. He offered Ethan what he hoped was a comforting smile but probably looked ghastly on his bloodied face.

“It’s Kael’s, you know, semen.” His voice sounded hoarse. “In your stomach.”

Ethan’s eyes became round and his face flushed. “Semen…?”

Shit, Zack, thought. Think of something to say! Trying to be helpful, he suggested, “Why don’t we help you over to a toilet so you can throw up?” When Ethan’s eyes grew even rounder, Zack mentally kicked himself. “Ok, scratch that. Let’s just sit here for a minute and we’ll figure something out. You’re safe here. You’re among friends.”

Ethan tensed but remained silent, struggling to catch his breath. His full belly of cum was probably making it difficult to breathe. Finally, he composed himself and tried to stand but his giant belly weighed him down, anchoring him to the bench. He collapsed down in defeat, pushing Zack’s arm away.

“Get off of me!” he hissed. “If you’re going to do something, why don’t you fix what you did to Kael? He didn’t deserve being turned into that..thing in there.”

There was a long silence as Zack tried to think of a proper response. He opened his mouth and then closed it. Finally, when he didn’t say anything, Nate jumped in.

“Oh, he deserved it alright, Ginger,” he said, stopping his pacing long enough to glare down at Ethan. “If you ask me, that asshole deserves far worse.”

Ethan’s throat worked up and down and he looked like he wanted to yell at Nate but instead he set his jaw and remained silent. Zack watched his face, seeing the wheels turning. It was remarkable, really. In a matter of seconds, Ethan had mastered himself. When he spoke, his voice was cool and even.

“If you want to help, give me a hand getting off of this bench.”

Zack nodded and, pushing himself up, stood in front of Ethan and offered him a hand. Ethan grabbed it and, with some effort, Zack was able to haul him to his feet. The young jock stood there wobbling a bit as he got used to his lower center of gravity. His huge stomach stuck out in front of him, heavy and round like a very pregnant woman’s. The rest of him, though, remained unchanged and the sight was quite disorienting: A super lean athlete with perfect muscles etched under porcelain skin…and a big belly hanging out in front. Zack had avert his gaze because it was unsettling and also a little humorous.

Ethan seemed intent on pretending that everything was perfectly normal and crossed his arms, giving Zack an appraising but ultimately dismissive look. “So you’re Zack Martinez, huh? I heard that you used performance enhancing drugs and bribed FIFA officials to get onto Real Madrid. Soccer stars don’t just come out of nowhere like you did without cheating.”

Rather than feeling insulted, Zack was amused. This whole situation was so ridiculous that being slandered by a naked young jock with a belly full of cum while a Minotaur lurked in the showers behind them only added to the absurdity. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nate shake his head.

“I haven’t used any drugs and I didn’t bribe anyone,” Zack said slowly. “But I have had pretty major reconstructive surgery.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes. “See? I knew that there was something wrong with you.”

“But,” Zack continued, “the surgery and treatments were needed to give me back my mobility.” He made sure that Ethan was steady on his feet before going over to his bag on the bench. Pulling out his smartphone, he flipped through the photo albums until he found the right one. He paced back to Ethan and stuck his phone in front of his face. “This is what I looked like before the surgeries.”

Ethan’s eyes got round. “That…that…can’t be you.”

“That’s him alright, Ginger.” Nate’s voice was harsh. “Show him the pic of me, Martinez. He needs to know what Kael is capable of.”

Zack was looking back down at his phone when he noticed something about Ethan. Was his belly different somehow? He tried to focus on finding the pictures of Nate while at the same time glancing down at Ethan’s stomach. Something was going on…

“Here, that’s Nate.”

As Ethan gazed at the phone, Zack checked him out and stifled a little gasp.

Shit.

Shit!

The jock’s belly was melting, sort of. Like a snowball in the summer sun, it was beginning to gradually sag and soften.

But.

But it wasn’t exactly going away, either.

Oblivious, Ethan exhaled. “No way.” He grabbed the phone from Zack, staring at it. “That’s fucking Photoshopped. You’re trying to tell me that you were a dwarf?”

Nate glowered at him. “Yeah, Ginger, that’s me. And I was a midget, not a dwarf. At the worst, I was down to less a meter. And I’m still regrowing! It will take a least another year before I get back to my old height.”

Zack wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy staring at Ethan. He heard someone make a startled noise and realized that Pedro, who was still sitting silently on the bench next to them, had noticed, too.

Fuck.

It started around his waist and gradually expanded, accelerating as it crept downward and upward. The flesh around his midsection became thicker, the skin pushing outward and sagging over his hips. His smooth, hairless skin grew soft and rounded. In moments, a spare tire of flab ringed his waist..

“You were a fucking midget?” Ethan asked, his new love handles jiggling as he spoke. He turned to face Nate, giving Zack a clear view of his ass.

His butt was already in the throes of transforming. Zack watched in amazement as the jock’s formerly tight, square buttocks softened and ballooned as the fat drifted down from his midsection. For a while, they held steady as his taut skin firmed up into a pert bubble butt; however, once they had filled to capacity, his cheeks lost form and hung down in huge, fleshy globes. Still, even as their shapeliness disintegrated, their new immense size was mesmerizing. Aroused, Zack shifted uncomfortably, realizing he was still naked and that he’d better cover up if didn’t want the guys to see his growing erection. Ethan’s changes were kind of hot…

Zack padded over to pull on his shorts, turning to step discretely into them as Nate and Ethan continued their banter. When he turned back, he nearly choked. In less than a minute, Ethan’s body had become nearly unrecognizable. He exchanged a worried look with Pedro as Nate finally became clued in.

“Dude, dude!” Nate exclaimed, sounding freaked out.

Ethan ignored him, turning instead to eye Zack again. Zack felt his cheeks color as he struggled to school his features. What could he do? Would Ethan even listen to him if tried to point out what was happening to him?

“So,” Ethan was saying, skeptically, “Even if I agree that you were that huge muscle freak in those pictures, you don’t look that impressive now.”

He turned his back to them and lumbered over to his locker. His thighs, once sinewy and defined were plumping up even as his fiddled with the combination on his locker. By the time it was open, he was distinctly pear-shaped, his big butt hanging pendulously over his meaty thighs.

“I mean,” he continued, nonchalantly rummaging around before extricating a jock and a pair of sweats, “the guys on Real Madrid are super jocks and you are, well, a little out of shape.”

With great effort, Zack managed to suppress a snort of surprise at this comment. Instead, he nodded his head soberly, saying, “Well, it may not look like it, but I do hold to a pretty strict regimen.”

Ethan sighed through his nose, shaking out his jock before bending over to step into it. Zack had to adjust himself in his shorts; the jock’s new heavier thighs and ass were fucking hot.

Still unaware of his body’s massive changes, Ethan continued, turning slightly as he slowly pulled the jock up over his bulging legs, “I’m sure you don’t work out as hard as we do here. We’re really in peak condition.” Zack got a brief glimpse of his bright red pubic hair and smallish cock and balls before his belly flopped over them.

He had to wrestle to pull the jock up to his waist and it strained mightily to contain his gut. He had an A-1 muffin top by the time he settled the waistband into place. Incredibly, even then he was oblivious to his weight gain.

Nate cleared his throat and Zack looked over to him. He was rotating his finger around his ear and motioning with his eyes over to Ethan. Zack lifted his shoulders in a shrug. What could they do but play along?

Ethan pulled out his deodorant and lifted his arm to roll it on. Folds of skin hung off the underside of his arms but Zack was too captivated by his big tits to notice. The young guy’s firm pecs had dissolved and his areolas were huge and puffy. They depended from his smooth chest, jiggling back and forth alluringly with the slightest movement.

And then there was hair. Zack noticed it first on Ethan’s face. He looked like he had a case of five o’clock shadow but this quickly became a goatee that crept onto his cheeks and down his neck to become a full, red beard. There was barely a trace of curly red hair between his nipples on his chest but these quickly spread down and out, leaving him with a hairy chest and a treasure trail down to his crotch. A forest of thick, dark red pubic hair exploded out of the sides of his jock as he reached down to scratch himself unselfconsciously. His legs grew fuzzy, the red hair accentuating his hefty thighs. In no time, he’d gone from being smooth and nearly hairless to carpeted with body hair.

Zack was thankful that his cock was so small because he was rock hard in his shorts. He didn’t know why but he found Ethan’s body far more attractive with the extra weight and hair. Before, he had been too perfect, too sculpted. His new “dad bod,” though, was fucking awesome. His muscles were still there underneath the flesh, giving heft and substance to his frame. If Zack looked at him just so, he could see them. But they were also pleasingly padded, softened, and rounded with extra flesh. It made Ethan practically irresistible. His huge ass alone was fuckworthy but add in the rest of his new bulk and you had the recipe for manly desirability.

Ethan was struggling to pull on a tank top. When he managed to get it over his broadened shoulders, his chest strained against the sheer fabric and his belly spilled out underneath the hem. He held up his sweatpants next, turning to face his locker. Zack looked over at Nate when he heard a surprised grunt. Nate mouthed a word that Zack didn’t catch. He raised his palms questioningly. Nate pointed at Ethan and whispered, “Piggy!”

Zack’s head swiveled back and he gaped. A little pigtail stuck out in a curlicue from the cleft of Ethan’s hairy butt.

“Kael’s cum turns guys into barnyard animals!” Nate whispered a little too loudly, squeezing his arms around his shoulders to keep from laughing. Ethan gave him a dirty look before bending over and stepping into his sweats. Zack was certain they would split down the back but, against all odds, they held together, hugging his powerful thighs and big ass like a second skin. His new tail slipped out the back along with several inches of buttcrack.

Pedro, Zack, and Nate had to work hard not to lose it when he turned back to them, raising his lip in a little sneer. Zack forced all thoughts of his tail out of his mind and marveled at how different Ethan’s face looked now that he had a beard. His features were so full and thick! He was now a grown man, potent and attractive, not at all like the young boy of minutes ago.

“I’ll see you losers around,” Ethan said, his new, deeper voice filled with disdain. “Or, actually, no, I hope I never see you again unless, of course, I’m kicking your ass on the soccer pitch.” With that, he slung his bag over his shoulder and trudged out of the room.

“Don’t you care what happens to Kael?” Zack called after him.

Not bothering to turn, Ethan shrugged, saying, “Kael? Fuck him. With him out of the way, there is nothing stopping me from becoming team captain.”

They stared at the stocky jock as he departed; trying not to fixate on the little tail sticking out of the back of his pants. He was so wide that he had to turn sideways to get out the door.

“Team captain, huh?” Nate snorted after he’d gone. ”I’d give anything to see his face when he shows up for soccer practice tomorrow morning and tries to jog down the field.” He shook his head. “Dude’s better off trying out for the rugby team now. And a pigtail! That shit’s fucked up.”

Zack readjusted his throbbing cock in his shorts, breathing, “Fuck, Kael’s cum did that to him? Shit. That’s just…wow.”

Nate raised his eyebrow and was about to reply when they heard a deep bellow from the showers.

“Pedro? Hey, Pedro!” Javier called out. “Bring the pliers and ring. He’s starting to get frisky again!”

Pedro shook himself and got off the bench. He had a dazed look on his face as he pulled a funny pair of pliers and a coil of rope out of his pockets and headed into the showers.  He was gone only a moment before they heard an angry bellow followed by the sound of thrashing. Then Pedro and Javier emerged holding a rope and leading the now docile Kael out into the changing room. There was a heavy brass ring hanging from his nostrils, a little blood trickling down his snout.

Zack watched with a complex mixture of emotions, not exactly certain how he felt about seeing Kael so transformed. He had a hard time recognizing anything of the former handsome jock in the towering bull man in front of him.

Kael didn’t seem to register his presence and Zack wondered if he was now just an animal, completely at the whim of his potent instincts. Or was there still something of the man left in there? Just enough maybe for him to know what he’d lost? He hoped it was the latter and that Kael knew why he had been punished. He hoped he remembered every day for the rest of his pathetic life.

***

“You Ok?” Javier asked after they had loaded Kael into an enclosed trailer hitched to a waiting pickup truck.  Nate had closed and latched the door before hopping into the passenger seat. Pedro gave Zack and Javier a quick hug before getting behind the wheel. He waved out the window as they drove off. As the truck disappeared around the corner, Zack was sure he could see Kael staring at them reproachfully from a gap in the back of the trailer. He shivered.

He was going to ask where they were taking him but stopped himself. He decided that he’d rather not know.

Finally, realizing that Javier was waiting for him to respond, he turned and gave his husband a fond smile. “Yeah, I’ll be Ok. I actually feel bad that I don’t feel worse about what we did to Kael. I mean, did he really deserve that?”

Javier gave him a fond smile, reaching up to cup Zack’s cheek with his big hand. “You know, Zack, that’s what I love about you: Even after everything that asshole put you through, you still care about him.”

Zack looked down. “I…I do. He was my first…boyfriend and I loved him. I really did. And I know he’s not all bad.” He straightened then and lost himself in Javier’s beautiful brown eyes. “But you, Javier, you are my everything. You are the reason I’m whole and sane…well, mostly sane anyway. And I love you.”

Javier stood up on his tiptoes to kiss Zack on the lips. His eyes were shining with happiness and pride. “Y te amo. Te amo mucho.”

Zack was leaning down to return the kiss when he laughed.

“What, guapo?”

“Oh, I was just realizing that now that Kael is gone and I don’t have my hatred of him to drive me, I’ve discovered something even better.”

Javier pulled him close, putting his cheek against Zack’s chest. “And what is that, Zack?”

“Love. I have love to motivate me. I’ll be the best soccer player ever with you in my life.”

“Hmmm…I like that,” Javier whispered. “I really like that.”