Transferring the title to the motorcycle had taken forever!

Dane Connors settled back in his chair at the bar and sighed, satisfied. He finally had his bike and now it was time to celebrate! After the long ordeal in the municipal building, he’d gladly accepted his best bud’s invitation to get drinks. He lifted his beer to his friend saying, “Here’s to us, bro!”

Kenai Davis smiled and raised his bottle, clinking it against Dane’s before taking a big swig. He exhaled in satisfaction, exclaiming, “Yeah, man! We’re gonna race like dawgs now!”

Dane nodded enthusiastically. The ride to the bar on the Ducati Streetfighter he’d just purchased from Kenai had been euphoric. He smiled at the memory. Riding the beast had made the long wait and the mountain of paperwork worth it.

Totally worth it! he thought, savoring his crazy, perfect life. Everything had come together for him in the past year and he had Kenai to thank for all of it. His best bro had helped him land a job working in porn–straight porn, of course! None of that homo shit that Kenai liked to dabble in for extra money–and he’d shot to the top of the industry overnight. With his killer bod, his chiseled features, and a cock that was both huge and supercharged, he was pulling in over six figures. Dane Connors was now a name on everyone’s lips almost as often as his big cock was inside the lips of the hottest chicks in the business. He sighed again. It felt great to finally get the recognition he deserved. Shit, how could his life get any better?

A couple of guys walked in the bar then and did a double take when they saw Dane and Kenai sitting together. Dane groaned. It was the same faggots from the title transfer office!

“Don’t look now,” he muttered. “Those fucking homos are following us!”

Kenai glanced over at the two guys and then embarrassed Dane by waving. The silly homos flushed rosy and one of them even got up the nerve to come over to their table. Dane refused to look up.

“Uh,” the homo began, his voice wavering. “Congratulations, guys! Is there…um, any chance we’ll get to see you both in a video sometime?”

Dane felt his ears go hot and he was about to retort when Kenai cut him off. “Aw, thanks, bro! And congrats to you, too! How long have you been together?”

“Five years,” the faggot replied. “We are in the process of adopting a couple of my sister’s kids. She’s…not doing well right now and our social worker said it would be better if we got married to speed up the process.”

Dane rolled his eyes. Why the fuck was Kenai prolonging this conversation? He fucking hated homos.

Kenai nodded his head in approval as Dane glowered down at the table. “That’s totally awesome you’re doing that, dude, but I’m sorry to hear about your sister,” he said in a sympathetic voice before continuing, “And, wow, I’m so happy for you! Congratulations on your marriage! But, about that movie, you may to have to wait awhile. Right now, my buddy here only does hetero stuff.”

The fag gave some gushing reply before returning to his table. After he’d left, Dane hissed, “What the fuck, dude? What do you mean ‘right now’? I’m never gonna sell my ass like you do. And why do you always have to talk to the homos?”

Kenai raised an elegant eyebrow. He was dressed in a tight-fitting tank top and his naturally dark skin looked even darker against the navy blue fabric. His straight, neck-length, brown hair was pulled back in a small ponytail but two strands had escaped to frame his broad face. His trademark shark tooth pendant hung between the cleft of his pecs. “They are fans, bro!” he explained with a touch of annoyance. “Without fans, I would starve. Some of us don’t have the luxury of being the top stud in the industry. I have to scrape by with whatever work I can pull together!”

“Plus,” he continued, rolling his eyes, “I didn’t tell you to freeball it today. You were the one who decided to tease them with that dick-slip in the waiting area. You always have to show off your monster cock, don’t ya?”

Dane looked down at the table uncomfortably before changing the subject. “Why the fuck is the title office in the same room as the county clerk anyway? The place was crawling with freaks.” Probably due of the recent Supreme Court decision, the waiting area had been overrun with gay and lesbian couples getting marriage licenses.

“Budget cuts?” Kenai offered before laughing. “Honestly, I don’t know. California treats us motorcycle riders like handgun owners. I can’t believe all the paperwork I had to fill out!”

Dane nodded in agreement. After waiting for forever for their number to be called, he’d checked out and donned his earbuds, preferring to listen to tunes while Kenai handled the transfer. He’d gotten up when Kenai motioned to him and had duly signed all of the forms. Then some dude had made them step aside so he could read aloud through a bunch of legal nonsense. They’d stood there, Kenai listening attentively as Dane nodded his head in time with the music. When it was over, Dane had been like a little kid, clapping his hands together and even grabbing Kenai in a big hug. Kenai had laughed, pulling him in tightly.

He finally owned a Ducati!

Shit, a Ducati Streetfighter! The gleaming machine had been parked out front when they exited the building and Kenai made a big show of handing him the keys. Dane had grabbed them and roared off before he’d even fully fastened his helmet. His buddy shook his head before chasing after him on his Bimota Tesi.

***

“How do you do that…stuff anyway?” Dane asked in a slightly slurred voice. After four beers, he was feeling pretty fine.

“What stuff?” Kenai said before a look of understanding dawned on his handsome features. “Oh, you mean gay porn?”

Dane nodded, shivering theatrically with disgust. Kenai drew his lips together. “It’s simple, dude. I take Viagra. Lots of it. Shit, thanks to Viagra most of the dudes in gay porn are straight these days!”

“It’s still gross.”

Kenai eyed him speculatively for a moment before taking a long draw off his beer, saying, “You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals…” he smiled at his joke before observing, “Look, on some level it’s all the same, right?  I will admit, though, that there is something, I dunno, nicer about a girl’s pussy. A guy’s butthole is pretty gross, even after the enema.”

Dane held up his hand, stopping him. “Ok! Ok! That’s enough. I don’t wanna hear it! I’m gonna go vomit now.”

“You asked, dude.”

“Yeah, well, now I regret it,” Dane said, grimacing.

“Hey,” Kenai said, spreading his hands, “it’s a living. And the gay stuff pays better. I get twice as much!”

Dane shuddered. “It’s still not enough. I can’t imagine having videos of me out there doing…that. Ugh.”

“I dunno,” Kenai teased. “I think it’d be really hot watching some dude destroy your boy pussy.”

Dane reached across the table to swat at him and his buddy laughed devilishly.

***

The accident happened so fast that Dane had no idea what happened. Later, when he lying in the hospital bed, floating in the pleasant haze of painkillers, he’d wonder about it but he never could figure it out. He just knew that one moment he was screaming around a hairpin curve in hot pursuit of Kenai and the next, he was screaming his head off as the paramedics strapped him onto a gurney and transported him to the emergency room.

They had injected him with something that all but knocked him out. He had awakened at various points to see doctors and nurses staring down at him with concern, Kenai wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as a woman in a white lab coat put her hand on his arm, then lights and darkness followed by more lights and more darkness. The only consistent sensation was the pain in his pelvis, sometimes dull and throbbing and other times spiky and stabbing.

He awoke after what felt like days with Kenai sitting next to his bed, dark rings under his eyes. His friend’s eyes were closed and his face looked drawn and worried. Dane made a low gurgling sound and Kenai’s brown eyes opened. He pushed his hair behind his ears, leaning over the bed.

“Hey, buddy!” he said quietly. “Welcome back!”

Dane whimpered and Kenai’s face softened. He placed a cool hand on his forehead and Dane relaxed.

“You had a bad accident,” his friend explained, unnecessarily, “but you’re gonna be fine. Thank god you were wearing a helmet!”

Dane grunted and lowered his head against the pillow. He reached up and scratched his chin with his arm. Slowly, he realized he having trouble feeling his lower body and panicked when he tried to kick his legs and they wouldn’t budge. He yelled out, thrashing around. He couldn’t feel his legs!

“Shhh,” Kenai murmured, standing over him and holding his arms at his sides. “You’re fine! Your legs and pelvis are in a brace but you’re not paralyzed. You broke your hip in a few places when you hit the handlebars. They put in some pins and are keeping your lower body immobilized for another day or so for the initial healing.”

Dane started to relax and then sat up again, wincing in pain. He’d just remembered another part of his body that was almost as important as his legs. “What about my…” he asked, panicking. “Is it Ok?”

He started to reach down to his crotch but Kenai stopped him. “You’ll be fine,” he soothed. “You’ll have to wear a protective cup for a few weeks, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” Dane demanded, not feeling reassured. “It feels numb.”

Kenai shook his head. “Yeah, nothing to worry about. You’ll make movies again soon enough!”

Dane sighed, relieved that he’d gotten off so easily. He knew motorcycle accidents frequently left people crippled for life and pledged he would never get on a bike again after this was over. His body was his career and he couldn’t risk it again! The thrill of owning and riding his Ducati wasn’t worth it if he ended up unemployed…or worse.

***

A couple of his friends texted, his agent sent flowers, and the studio sent a card signed by all of his costars but Dane was disappointed that no one stopped by to see him. His mother sounded distracted and irritable when he talked her and she cut off the conversation after a few minutes, saying, “Listen, hon, I’m glad that Kenai is there to look after you because I’m leaving with Steve on a cruise early tomorrow morning. I’ll try to give you a call later, Ok?”

The phone clicked and he must have looked sad because Kenai sat up and gave him a sympathetic smile. “I remember that my dad couldn’t be bothered to pick me up at the hospital when I broke my arm playing soccer,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with people these days.”

Dane nodded, feeling a lump in his throat. I guess you find out who your true friends are at times like these, he thought sourly before glancing over at Kenai. Seeing his friend sitting attentively at his bedside softened him and lay back in the bed, closing his eyes. Kenai is my best friend, he thought before dozing off.

***

He quickly realized the limitations of his insurance when, after only three days in hospital, he was released.

“Dude, why’d you buy the cheapest insurance on the ACA exchange?” Kenai queried, shaking his head. “They’re not even gonna cover your rehab!”

Dane moaned. He was in too much pain to do much else. In retrospect, it was a really dumb idea to purchase that high-deductible, catastrophic health insurance plan, especially given that he was an avid motorcyclist.

“It’ll be Ok, though,” Kenai promised. “I’ll move into your condo and take care of you while you get better. The physical therapist taught me the stuff you need to do to regain full mobility. With your gym equipment and some props, I’m sure we can do it.”

Inexplicably, tears appeared in the corner of Dane’s eyes and he had to wipe at them before Kenai noticed. He tried to protest but Kenai was adamant. “Stop it, dude! I’m your best bro. You would do the same for me.”

Dane closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed. What would he do without Kenai?

***

The doctors made him wear a funny plastic cage around his pelvis to keep his bones in place while he healed. It was like a plastic jockstrap or something. His butt hung out the back so he could do his business on the toilet but his groin area was encased in a protective plastic bubble. A catheter poked out of the front so he could pee into a bag that Kenai emptied religiously. It was really embarrassing but Kenai insisted he was fine with it. In fact, he even insisted on inserting a new catheter every morning, making Dane lie back while he unfastened the cage.

“Dude!” he complained on more than one occasion. “I don’t need you touching my junk! I can do it myself!”

“It takes a lot of skill and I don’t mind,” Kenai replied patiently as he folded up the bed clothes, obscuring Dane’s view of the open cage. “I had to practice for a couple days before I got it down.” He deftly inserted the catheter and clamped the cage closed. “You don’t want to a urinary tract infection, do you?”

***

Kenai ended up moving a lot of his stuff into Dane’s condo but he didn’t mind. It was kind of nice having his friend’s things around. He smiled as he looked up at the mantle one morning and saw the photo of the two of them on the beach in Mexico. It had been taken right after Dane’s first shoot and he’d been walking on clouds. In the photo, they were shirtless and smiling wolfishly at the camera, Dane pale body and blue eyes the perfect counterpoint to Kenai’s dark tan and brown eyes. The corner of his mouth lifted. Yeah, they were two studs alright! Two of the biggest studs in the business! He couldn’t wait to get back to work.

The studio had been very generous with him, upping his usual portion of the royalties so he had enough money to get by while he recovered. It helped that he’d just finished a movie before the accident and it was a big hit. His agent told him that he was a shoo-in for the top awards again. People just couldn’t get enough of Dane Connors and his huge tool! He reached down to massage his groin, forgetting about the cage for a moment. When his hand his the plastic shell, he jumped and then laughed at himself. He couldn’t wait for the brace to come off so he could jack off again! It was driving him crazy!

He sighed and lit up another joint. He’d started smoking pot to manage the pain and it worked wonders. The only problem was that he had a chronic case of the munchies. After a couple of weeks of immobility and eating constantly, he’d put on a few pounds. Nothing to worry about, he reassured himself. Once he could start working out again, he’d shed the weight. Yeah, he was blessed with a killer physique and perfect metabolism. He almost felt guilty that he barely had to work out to keep in shape. Kenai, in comparison, worked out at least three hours every day. His friend would trot away on the treadmill in Dane’s living room while he sat on the sofa watching YouTube videos and Netflix. 

***

When he got stir crazy, Kenai took him out for a drive in his convertible. They stopped at White Castle, piled up on burgers, and headed over to the coast to watch the sunset. The wind was cool and the surfers were fun to stare at, especially the chicks.

“After you get better,” Kenai suggested, “maybe we can take up surfing instead of motorcycles? It seems a lot safer and the eye candy is better.”

“Hell, yeah!” Dane exclaimed, stuffing a handful of fries in his mouth. “I’m down with that!”

***

“Do you think my tits are getting puffy?” he asked one evening as he lay in bed looking down at his naked torso. His hairy stomach was spread out uncharacteristically wide and his abs were barely noticeable but it was his nipples that really got his attention. They seemed bigger, fatter, and almost pillowy.

Kenai yawned and rolled over to stare at him. His friend had started sleeping in his bed so he could monitor Dane’s condition and help him to the bathroom during the night. It had been weird at first but now he’d grown accustomed to it. The only drawback was that his friend snored.

“Nah, dude. Your tits are fine.”

“Maybe I should stop smoking pot?” he wondered aloud. “I read somewhere that pot will make your tits get bigger. I don’t want moobs.”

Kenai sighed. “Dude! Go to sleep! I have to get up early in the morning. Your tits are perfect!” He rolled over and turned out the light.

Dane lay there feeling his nipples for a long time before finally drifting off.

***

After a month, Dane finally got on the scale. When the digital display sprang on, he almost fell off.

“Two hundred forty pounds!” he shouted. “I’m a fucking pig!”

He gained over sixty pounds! He stared down at his belly, only just then realizing how big it had become. It jutted out, round and full and hairy. It was so big that he couldn’t see the bubble of the pelvic cage beneath it.

Kenai was about to step into the shower and stopped to look over his shoulder at him. In contrast, his lean, toned body rippled with muscles. There wasn’t a trace of fat to be seen. Dane suddenly felt ugly.

“You look great, bro!” Kenai cajoled, oblivious to his friend’s envious expression. “Now come on in here so I can get you washed up.”

Dane hung his head and didn’t move.

“Dane,” Kenai coaxed. “Don’t worry! I always thought you were too skinny anyway. Wasn’t your agent trying to convince you to put on a few pounds?”

“Well, yeah,” he admitted reluctantly. “But I don’t think she meant this much weight.”

Kenai paced over and took him by the shoulders, pushing him lightly toward the shower. It still hurt to walk and he had to take small, shuffling steps. He sighed from the pain, craving his morning joint fiercely.

“Just hold on a sec, stud,” Kenai said as he unclasped the clamshell of the pelvic cage. “And make sure to put your hands up while I wash you off down there.”

Dane would never get used to showering with his friend. He knew that he needed Kenai’s help but it still felt wrong to be naked with him. His friend held his hips in place as he washed him while Dane flinched from the little spikes of pain. As much as he hated to admit it, the pelvic cage really was effective at stabilizing him throughout the day.

“One last thing,” Kenai said, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he knelt down and washed Dane. “Gotta get your butthole.” His strong hands worked between his legs and briefly rubbed soap around down there.

“When does this cage come off?” Dane complained between gritted teeth. It was beyond humiliating to have his best friend scrub his asshole every morning. 

“A couple more weeks. Just a couple more weeks.”

“Good,” he said, holding his hands behind his head as Kenai finished up. “I can’t wait!”

Kenai laughed, turning off the water and reaching for a towel to dry him off. He patted Dane’s skin lightly before reattaching the cage and tucking the towel around his waist. He paused then and surprised Dane by drawing him in for a careful hug.

“You’ll be back to your fighting weight in no time, buddy,” he said, patting him on the butt as he turned to towel himself off. “Bodybuilders get pretty big in the off season, right? Just think of this as your off season.”

Dane smiled weakly but was unconvinced. He couldn’t help staring down at his big belly and feeling ashamed. He decided then that he was going to cut back on the weed and start exercising furiously as soon as the doctors gave him permission.

***

Dane became uncontrollably horny as the weeks wore on and it was all he could do to keep from tearing off the plastic bubble encasing his cock and balls. One afternoon when Kenai was away shooting a scene, he tried to unlock the cage but couldn’t figure out the mechanism. He fiddled with it for a long time before giving up. He would have to watch Kenai the next time and learn the secret to unlocking it. Doctors be damned! He had to pound one out!

His horniness only grew as the afternoon wore on. Finally, he couldn’t stand it and started trolling his friends on Facebook Messenger in the desperate attempt to hook up with someone. He knew several women on there who were always good for a booty call. If he could just get a chick to come visit him, together they would find a way to liberate his member from its plastic prison.

He was in luck. After sending out a bunch of pleading messages, his friend Tiffany replied.

“Cant wait 2 C U,” she messaged. “B there @ 6.”

He hobbled over to the door at six o’clock when she buzzed the bell and waited breathlessly for her to appear. He was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and a voluminous hoodie to cover up his bloated body but even so she stopped and stared for a moment when she saw him. She recovered quickly and tried to laugh it off but he felt a little hurt. Jesus, he must really look like a fat pig!

“Oh, Dane!” she exclaimed in an artificially cheery voice. “I’m glad to see you’re back on your feet!”

He stared down at the floor, suddenly tongue tied. After a while, he managed to croak, “Uh, yeah. I’m doing better. Kenai has really been great.”

“That’s right!” she said, clapping a palm to her forehead. “I almost forgot! Congratulations! You two make such a cute couple!”

He looked up abruptly. “Huh? What…?”

She shook her head, gushing, “We were pretty surprised when we heard the news! I always thought you were straight. I don’t know how the studio is gonna handle it, though. They are pretty nervous about the news getting out about their top male star being…”

Dane’s mouth fell open. What the fuck was Tiffany talking about? Why did she think that he and Kenai were together? He’d never so much as…

He was about to launch into an indignant tirade when the door opened behind Tiffany and Kenai stepped in. His eyes went briefly round when he saw her and he took a step backward as he took in Dane’s rapidly reddening face. He seemed to wrestle with himself for a moment before grabbing Tiffany by the elbows and shuttling her out. Slamming the door behind him, he locked it and sagged backward. His face was pale and he wouldn’t look at Dane.

“What the fuck was she talking about, Kenai?” Dane demanded, his voice shaking with anger. “Why did she think that you and I are a couple?”

Kenai stared down at his feet, swallowing.

When he didn’t answer, Dane took a step forward and grabbed his friend by the shirt collar. He had pushed him up against the door frame before the pain caught up to him and he dropped him. Kenai grappled against the wall to stay on his feet but he still wouldn’t meet Dane’s gaze.

“Kenai…” he said in a menacing tone. “What the fuck is going on?”

“It…it was supposed to be a joke,” his friend began meekly. “I…tricked you at the municipal building.”

Dane shook his head. “Tricked me? How?”

“Into marrying me.”

“Into…marrying…you…?” 

He felt the blood drain out of his face then as he remembered back to that day. With a sick feeling, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place and he understood: They hadn’t transferred the title to Kenai’s motorcycle; they had filled out the paperwork for a marriage license. And then a justice of the peace had married them while he tapped his feet to music, completely oblivious to what he was agreeing to.

He slammed his fist against the wall so hard the plaster cracked. “Dammit, Kenai! How could you do that? Did you really think that I would stay married to you after I found out? I’m straight!”

Kenai was holding himself about the shoulders, looking miserable but Dane didn’t care. He hated his friend right then. He couldn’t believe he would do this to him!

“Fuck!” he shouted. “I’m gonna get outta here but when I get back, I want you gone. Got it?”

“Wait, I–”

“Just shut the fuck up and get packing, dude!”

He started to push past Kenai when the guy stopped him with a hand on his arm. Dane stared down at it and was about to shove past when his friend said, “There’s more, dude. Your accident…”

Dane’s eye blazed with hatred. “What about it? Did you plan that, too? I wouldn’t fucking put it past you. You’re sick, you know? A sick faggot!” His words were pitched for maximum impact and he could tell they connected. Kenai’s face crumpled and he turned away, holding his face in his hands.

“No,” his friend said, shoulders shaking, “I didn’t plan the accident but I…” his voice trailed off.

Dane felt the veins in his forehead pounding. “But you what?” He had a feeling he didn’t want to hear the answer to this question.

“Dane, I’m so sorry!” Kenai wailed. “I should have told you sooner but I was scared! Everything happened so fast that night and you were unconscious and I couldn’t reach your mother and then I remembered our marriage license and the doctors told me that I had to decide…”

“What the fuck are you babbling about? Would you just spit it out?” He rounded on Kenai, shoving him violently to the floor. His friend curled up in a little ball as he drew his foot back to kick him. At the last moment, though, he stopped himself and stood there, chest heaving and pelvis throbbing.

Kenai lay there for a long time, sobbing. Dane had never seen him cry and it shook him more than he wanted to admit. It also scared him. Whatever Kenai was so upset about must be awfully bad or he wouldn’t be this broken up. He felt his shoulders tense and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as a sick sense of dread trickled through him.

The words that Kenai said next left him cold.

“It’s your penis, Dane. They…couldn’t save it.”

***

He didn’t know how he got there but he found himself sitting on the edge of his bed, holding his head in his hands. Kenai was next to him, his thigh pressed against thigh and his arm over his shoulder. Dane knew he should push the dude off of him, make him get away.

But he was too weak.

And too numb.

“I’m so sorry, man,” Kenai said after a long time. “I made the doctors promise me that they wouldn’t say anything to you, that I would tell you but I chickened out. I guess I kept hoping, you know, that maybe…”

“That what? Maybe I’d be thankful?” His voice was raw and cutting. He fucking hated Kenai. He fucking hated everyone. “Because, hey, it’s not like my job and my life depend on having a penis. Porn stars don’t need cocks! Christ, why do guys even have them anyway? All they do is get in the way.” He sagged down on the bed, fighting back bitter tears. “My life is fucking over.”

Kenai didn’t say anything to this but his arm did tighten ever so slightly around him. They sat like that  for a long time until Dane grew tired and fell asleep.

***

“I wanna see it.”

Kenai nodded. It was morning and sunlight was streaming in through the window over the bed. As much as it annoyed him to wake and find his friend still sharing his bed, he didn’t have the strength right then to fight. He felt weary, completely drained of everything. His world was gray and lifeless.

He was propped uncomfortably up against the headboard, his big belly sagging down over his crotch. He scowled down at himself. He was nothing but a fat, ugly eunuch now. He was fucking ruined!

“Let’s go in the bathroom. I’ll take it off in there,” Kenai suggested before adding, “I think today is the day we were supposed to remove it anyway.”

“Great,” Dane growled over his shoulder as he gingerly swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “Let’s have a fucking party.” He waddled across the room and disappeared in the bathroom with Kenai trailing behind.

He had to lift his belly out of the way in order to see the cage. The cloth padding on it was stained brown from the oils of his skin and a foul odor emanated upward. He wrinkled his nose as he inhaled. He not only looked like a fucking pig but he smelled like one, too!

Kenai carefully worked open the latching mechanism, pausing to look up at him as it started to come open. “You sure you’re ready?” he asked in a small voice.

Dane clenched his jaw and felt his heart begin to pound, saying simply, “Yes.”

The clamshell popped open.

Silence.

Dane stared.

And stared.

And stared some more.

Instead of his formerly magnificent, proud ten-inch manhood, he now had the ugliest pussy he’d ever seen. He gaped at it as his vision started swimming. Kenai had to grab him to keep him from falling over.

***

Afterward, Dane would wonder whether he should feel grateful or angry with Kenai for what he did next. He eventually realized it was a stupid question because he felt both ways about it at the same time.

As Dane was drowning in a well of grief and self-pity, Kenai lifted him by the shoulders and guided him to the shower. He turned on the water and let it run until he was satisfied that it was warm enough. Then he pushed Dane inside before stripping out of his clothes and joining him.

Perhaps because this process of showering had become such a normal part of their daily routine, Dane didn’t snap out of it until Kenai reached out and touched him down there.

“Woah! Stop!” he demanded, recoiling.

The corner of Kenai’s mouth lifted as he said, “Sorry, bro.” A moment later, though, he reached out again and gently tickled him with his finger.

“Hey! I said stop!” Dane shouted, trying to push past him. “You fucking fruit!”

Kenai seemed unphased by his reaction. In fact, he seemed to take it as an invitation and pushed Dane against the shower wall, holding his arms over his head. Dane’s eyes went round and he gaped up at his friend. Kenai’s expression sent chills down his spine. His brown eyes were challenging, confident, simmering.

Dane blinked, remembering how once he’d found one of Kenai’s videos online and watched part of it. It was a gay one and his friend had played the role of the top. In the scene, Kenai’s whole body pulsed with authority and self-assurance. He had thrown the hapless bottom down on the bed and proceeded to completely dominate and overpower him until the boy was screaming with pain and delight. Dane had been haunted for days after seeing that clip, never quite being able to look at his friend in the same way again.

As he stood there helplessly staring up at his friend, the scene returned to haunt him because Kenai was looking at him now in exactly the same way.

“You’re horned up, aren’t you, dude?” Kenai asked in a singsong voice.

“No, no,” Dane said weakly.

“Yeah, you are,” Kenai corrected. “You know how I can tell?” Dane yelped as his buddy reached out and groped him lewdly, violating him.

“You know how I can tell?” Kenai repeated, squeezing him painfully.

Dane shook his head, terrified.

“Because you’re all swollen up down there like a bitch in heat.”

“Kenai,” he protested, surprised by how pleading his voice sounded. He wanted desperately to regain his footing but nothing he said or did seemed to make a difference. “Please don’t…”

The big man pressed against him and Dane’s vision exploded as he felt his hot, throbbing cock press into his belly. Kenai had a huge cock!

“Please don’t what?” he teased.

“Don’t, don’t!”

“What? Don’t do this?” He thrust his hips forward and Dane’s head exploded as Kenai’s hot cock penetrated him. He felt his flesh down there part and give way as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if that’s what he was now meant for: To welcome a man’s cock. He screamed but it was a scream not only of disbelief and despair but also of desire and ecstasy. 

Holy fucking shit! 

What was wrong with him?

Kenai’s face changed then and he surprised Dane by pushing tenderly against him, his cock throbbing inside of him as he teased Dane with micro thrusts. Dane was embarrassed by how his belly got in the way like a big cushion between them. It was really fucked up but he suddenly didn’t want anything to get between him and his friend.

“Kiss me, Dane.”

“Kenai, I…”

Those seductive, fathomless eyes stared down at him, compelling him. “Kiss me.”

He kissed him.

The tattered remnants of his resistance dissolved as he melted into his friend. Kenai Davis was his best friend in the whole world.

***

Kenai led him back to the bedroom and proceeded to make a whole new man of him, slowly and deliberately remaking him. Dane surrendered, although he knew he had a long way to go before he was comfortable with his new body. Losing his cock was a wound that a morning of lovemaking couldn’t heal.

When it was over, he lay on his back, feeling Kenai’s juices dribble out of him. His head was swimming and he felt both euphoric and depressed. He shook his head. He was so fucked up!

He didn’t resist when Kenai reached over and teased his new pussy, caressing him with a finger. “You’ve got the best pussy, dude,” he murmured. “I mean, I know it’s not what you wanted but it really is fucking hot.”

Dane groaned. “Now that’s something for my resume.”

Kenai laughed, a pleasantly deep sound. “Well, about that…”

“Fuck you.”

“What? I’m not teasing you. I really think you can work this to your advantage.”

“Shut up, Kenai. I’m not going on camera looking like this. I’m a fucking freak!”

Kenai rolled over and propped his head up on his hand as his fingers continued to explore Dane’s body. “I’m telling you that your career isn’t over, dude! I’ve made…inquiries.”

Dane jumped up, shoving Kenai’s hand away. “What the fuck, Kenai? What have you done?” He was about to get out of bed when Kenai grabbed him around the waist and hauled him over, positioning him between his thick, muscular legs.

“You sure are a drama queen, dude,” he teased, leaning in to kiss Dane’s ear. 

Despite his mood, Dane shivered. He couldn’t help it! It had been so long since anyone had touched him that he craved bodily contact even if it was with another guy. Another guy who happened to be his best friend.

“I know what my girl needs,” Kenai continued, laughing at Dane’s outraged cry at being called a girl. “She needs this.” He proceeded to reach into the cleft of Dane’s ass and tickle his butthole with a finger. Dane sat bolt upright, trying desperately to get away.

“No!” he protested. “No! It’s bad enough that you…”

“Shhhh,” Kenai said, carefully and deliberately turning him around until they were face to face.

Dane stared at him and Kenai kissed him lightly on the lips before falling back on his elbows giving him an exquisite view of his tan, toned, and muscular physique. His shark tooth pendant was lying askew on his corded neck. He smiled up at Dane and thrust his hips playfully upward.

Dane’s eyes were drawn inevitably to his friend’s long, uncut tool. It was nearly as long as his had been but fatter. And dripping. A thread of pearly precum drooled out between the folds of his dark foreskin. Inexplicably, Dane licked his lips.

“That’s my good girl,” Kenai murmured, reaching back to pull out a bottle of lube from the nightstand. “Now let’s give her what she really wants.”

***

He squatted down on the toilet to pee afterward, feeling humiliated that he would never piss standing up again. His butthole ached from being stretched and savaged by Kenai’s fat cock and his new pussy was pink and tender from the same thing. He was cleaning himself up, bewildered and halfway repulsed by all of the folds and creases he now had down there. His magnificent cock! There wasn’t a trace of it left! All he had was a hole and a bunch of floppy, hairy skin. He hung his head.

“Guess you won’t need these anymore,” Kenai said. Dane looked up to see his friend dumping an armful of his underwear in the trash and he let out a little cry. “They’re too small and…well, the doc told me that you’re gonna be leaky down there.”

“Wait!” he complained. “Don’t do that!” He stood up and pulled his precious boxers out of the garbage, clinging to them desperately as Kenai wandered back into the bedroom. He came back a moment later, holding a couple of packages, his huge tool slapping against his thighs as he walked.

“Here, I got you these,” he announced, holding the packages out to him. “I think they’re the right size. You’ll look super sexy wearing these, dude.”

Dane stared. Kenai was holding several packages of pastel-colored panties, ranging from pink to lime green. In his other hand, he had a box of pads.

“What…?” he croaked. His head was spinning and he felt like crying.

Kenai smiled, kneeling down so he was at eye level. “Awww, buddy, don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. That’s what I’m here for! I’m gonna take care of you. Now, stand up and let me help you into your new panties. I wanna see you wearing ‘em!”

Dane’s lower lip was quivering but he didn’t resist when his friend took his hand and pulled him up. He wrapped his arms around himself as he stuck out a foot, allowing Kenai to draw the delicate fabric up his hairy thighs.

***

Apparently, freeballing while motorcycling is a really bad idea. Kenai explained this later as they sat on the patio, wrapped in bathrobes and eating breakfast. The doctors were convinced that they could have saved Dane’s penis if he had been wearing more protection than a thin pair of shorts when he collided with the handlebars of his Ducati.

“They flew in the best Army doc, a guy who specializes in reconstructing male anatomy destroyed by IEDs,” Kenia told him. “But the dude couldn’t save it. He told me that the best he could do is save some of your erectile tissue and nerve endings.” Dane looked away as his friend added, “I was the one who told him to give you a pussy. I felt like it was the best of the worst choices.”

Dane hung his head, feeling hurt and angry. Would he ever be able to forgive Kenai for this? He didn’t know.

His friend reached out and took his hand, squeezing it. “Dane, I’m sorry.”

***

Dane eventually gave in and allowed Kenai to introduce him to the agent he’d contacted. The guy turned out to be not nearly as sleazy as he’d feared. He had eyed Dane critically, asking him to remove his clothes as he paced around him. He smiled at his panties, nodding approvingly. Dane was shaking with humiliation by the end, feeling like he was a horse up for auction. Rather than being repulsed, though, the man smiled.

“Ya need to lose a few pounds,” he commented. “But not too much. It’s better if you’re heavy. The fans love that. They wanna see ya jiggle.”

Dane felt like he was going to wilt but Kenai gave him the thumbs up from the couch. 

“And,” the agent continued, “I’ll see if I can work out a deal with your old studio to license some of your old movies. The guys will love seeing the before and after videos of you. Super hot!”

***

“Whatcha thinking about, dude?” Kenai asked as he stood out on the deck after the man had left. He came up behind him and, wrapping his arms around him, squeezed his belly.

“Don’t ask,” Dane replied, turning and lifting his head to meet Kenai’s lips. 

They kissed tenderly for a long time before Kenai finally pulled away.

“I wanna ask you something, bro.”

Dane blinked. “What? Ask away?”

Kenai’s brown eyes became deep, soulful. When he spoke, his voice was thick, “Dude, will you marry me?”

Dane swallowed. Silence stretched between them for a long time before he answered finally, “I don’t know, Kenai. I don’t know.”