Chapter 1

Loch Nichols fell in love the first time he saw Seneca Beaumont. She was everything he desired in a woman: Tall but not too tall, dark-haired and dark-skinned with supreme curves and a teasing smile. She waltzed into his biology lecture as if she were being followed by a spotlight. Her aura was nonchalant and focused at the same time. He got hard just looking at her and resolved before the class was over that she would be his girlfriend.

The problem was that she didn’t notice him. 

A total alpha stud, Loch wasn’t used to being ignored. He might not exactly be the big man on campus but he was a hockey jock with a killer bod. He was handsome, too, if he did say so himself. Standing six feet tall with broad shoulders and a cocksure smile, he drew attention wherever he went. His Scottish-Turkish heritage had melded into a very comely package. He was blue-eyed, dark-skinned, bearded and incredibly hairy…and the fact that he was hung meant that the ladies never left his bed disappointed. 

He had grown so accustomed to winning over any woman he wanted that he was completely unprepared for Seneca’s dismissal. She ignored every one of his attempts to flirt and it drove him nuts. Loch wasn’t a quitter, though, and took her rejection as a challenge. He simply upped his game and pursued her relentlessly. Sooner or later, he knew he’d wear her down and she would give in to his charms.

Or so he hoped.

He tried everything, even boldly approaching her and asking her out, but had no luck. If he was fortunate, she’d favor him with a half-smile before turning and leaving him to breathe the sweet aroma of her perfume.

It drove him crazy. After a month of being snubbed, he was ready to self-destruct. His cock was chafed red from jacking off constantly. He would stare at her Instagram posts and pound away at his cock, cumming five or six times each night before he was exhausted. Then he would roll over and be tormented by dreams of the sweet, sweet Seneca.

He had to have her! He knew his obsession had reached a fever pitch when he resorted to buying a love potion from an online ad. The ad popped up and he clicked without thinking, Venmoing $100 to an unknown account despite being pretty much broke. I’ll eat ramen for the rest of the month, he vowed. I don’t fucking care how much it costs if Seneca is my girl!

He didn’t think much of it at the time but in hindsight the process for ordering the love potion was a bit strange. On the web form, he entered the name of his beloved along with her age and birthdate (which he’d managed to finagle from one of her friends.) After that, all he had to do was type in his address and three days later a little package arrived on his doorstep. Opening it, he found a tiny, pink vial with a note that read, ‘Drink me.’

Huh. That’s weird. Aren’t I supposed to give this to Seneca? I’m already in love with her, I don’t need a potion!

He fired off a terse email to the contact address on the invoice and was relieved to receive a reply within an hour: No, Loch, the potion will make you irresistible to Seneca Beaumont, therefore *you* must drink it. 100% guaranteed.

Loch shrugged. Ok, I’ll give it a shot. After all, what’s the worst that can happen?

He uncorked the vial and guzzled down the sweet, cloying liquid, nearly gagging as he did so.

God, that shit’s nasty! he thought, feeling lightheaded. He staggered, flailing his arms to steady himself on the kitchen table. It took a few minutes but the dizziness finally subsided, leaving him feeling sleepy. He stumbled into his bedroom and slept for twelve hours.

Waking the next morning, he felt refreshed and excited in a whole new way. He didn’t immediately associate it with the potion until he reached for his roommate Sam’s cologne instead of his own. It was the weirdest thing: He tried to make his hand go toward his bottle of Old Spice but, no matter how hard he tried, he always grabbed the bottle of Chanel Antaeus instead. Only after a ten-minute fight did he give up and spritz himself with the decidedly un-macho stuff.

Hmmm, the potion must be the reason for this. Maybe Seneca prefers this scent?

If so, he couldn’t understand why; the cologne was so flowery that it smelled more like perfume. He sniffed himself and made a face. Well, as long as it gets me closer to Seneca!

He strutted into his bio lecture like a cocky rooster and took a seat right next to Seneca, giving her the side-eye to see if she noticed his cologne. His lofty mood quickly evaporated, however, when he saw her wrinkle her nose and shift away from him. 

Crestfallen, he was starting to wilt when a deep voice rumbled behind him, “Jesus, bro, do ya smell that?” There was a pause as the speaker inhaled deeply before exclaiming, “That’s some seriously sexy perfume. Who’s wearing it?”

Loch tensed, knowing immediately that the ‘chick’ was him. Oh, fuck! He’s talking about me! He thinks my cologne is a girl’s perfume! Loch thought, panicked. How could this get any worse?

He wanted to die. He hunched his shoulders and contemplated sneaking out of class or at least relocating to a seat in the back of the room. The problem was that his grades weren’t great and he couldn’t afford to miss any more lectures. Plus, the room was crowded and there was nowhere else to sit. He scowled, resigning himself to smelling like a woman for the rest of the class. 

It was the longest hour of his life.

He sat there stewing as the noxiously girly odor wafted throughout the lecture hall. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. (That fucking potion! It did this to me! I’m going to get a refund! This is ridiculous!) He was so worked up that he barely paid attention to a word the professor said. As soon as the lecture was over, he grabbed his backpack and bolted out of the room.

Or at least he tried to.

In his haste, he tripped over the leg of a chair and went sprawling. His laptop and things scattered across the floor in front of everyone, blocking their exit from the auditorium. Loch lay there, dazed, feeling his stomach curdle. Just when the day couldn’t get any worse…

“Oh, hey, bro, lemme help ya.”

Struggling to flip himself over, he found himself staring up at one of the jocks from the college football team. He didn’t know the guy’s name but had seen him sitting at the back of the class with the rest of the football bros. The dude had curly brown hair and soft brown eyes. A full beard carpeted his chiseled face, accenting his rugged features. On his head, he wore a baseball cap turned backwards. His broad shoulders were all but bursting out of a form-fitting UnderArmor jersey. Loch stared uncomprehendingly as the jock extended a hand down to him.

“Uh, yer ‘sposed to take it,” the dude joked when Loch hesitated. He wiggled his big fingers enticingly.

Beneath his thick beard, Loch’s cheeks colored and he hurriedly reached up to grasp that amazingly wide and calloused hand. The jock favored him with a kindly smile as he hauled him to his feet…and then proceeded to stoop down and gather up Loch’s books. He was joined by a couple of his friends and soon Loch’s backpack was reassembled. The dude even went so far as to settle the bag onto Loch’s shoulders. 

When he was through, he patted him on the back, saying, “There. All bet–” His voice broke off as he sniffed the air, expression suffusing with a look of pure ecstasy. His eyes turned dreamy and a goofy grin spread across his handsome face. “Fuck,” he breathed in a reverential tone, “you smell fuckin’ awesome!”

“Er, thanks,” Loch muttered, cheeks flaming.

Not yet done, the jock continued, “I mean, if you were a girl, I’d–”

“Stop,” Loch said, holding up his hand. “I don’t wanna–”

Undeterred, the jock continued, “The name’s Monty.” He held out his hand again, this time for a handshake.

Loch looked at the hand, debating what to do. Finally, he grasped it and gave it a short shake. “I’m Loch. Thank you for your help. Now if you don’t mind…”

Monty nodded, seeming to come back to himself. “‘Course, bro. ‘Course! I’ll be seeing ya around, huh?” His big, meaty hand was still gripping Loch’s and he was examining him closely, those discomfiting brown eyes probing his own. 

“Yeah, sure.” Loch looked away, flustered by the jock’s scrutiny. When he tried to pull his hand away, though, Monty was reluctant to let go. Loch had to pull hard before the dude finally released him.

As he departed the auditorium, he was keenly aware of Monty’s eyes following him the whole way out.

***

“Dude, why’re ya wearing my cologne?” his roommate, Sam, demanded when he got back to the apartment. “I thought you were an Axe Body Spray kinda guy.”

“Old Spice,” Loch corrected, “and I musta grabbed yers by accident this morning. Don’t worry, though, I’m gonna wash it off now.”

Sam smiled, eyes twinkling. “Oh, uh huh. You know that stuff’s for gay guys, right?”

Loch scowled. Sam, a proud homo, always enjoyed needling his straight roommate. He refused to bite, though, and turned on his heel. He couldn’t wait to wash all traces of that noxious perfume off of his body!

Unfortunately, he found his way to the bathroom blocked by his other roommate, Chloe. “Hey, Loch,” she said, holding out a small bottle. “I found this in the trash. Is it yours?”

His eyes widened when he recognized the pink vial of the love potion. Panicked, he lied, “What?! No! Of course–”

Sam stepped in, taking the bottle from Chloe and sniffing it before making a face. “Dude,” he pressed, “you didn’t buy one of those love potions I always see advertised online, did you? This bottle looks the same as the ads.”

Loch suddenly hated both of his roommates with a passion. He snatched the bottle back from Sam and pushed Chloe out of the doorway, slamming the bathroom door behind him. The sound of their laughter echoed through the door, leaving him feeling utterly humiliated.

***

He slinked into his biology lab the next day, smelling freshly of Chanel Antaeus. He had fought mightily against the urge but had ultimately lost the battle, reaching for the bottle once again after stepping out of his morning shower. Sam had sniffed the air and arched an eyebrow as Loch hurried out of the apartment but had wisely refrained from commenting.

He kept his head down and pretended to study his notes as the rest of the students filed in. His heart skipped a beat when Seneca entered and briefly seemed like she was going to approach his lab bench but she made a face when she smelled the air and turned in the other direction. Loch clenched his jaw, vowing to send another threatening email to the purveyor of the love potion. The night before, he’d received a terse reply to his outraged email stating that the potion was guaranteed to work within thirty days; he just needed to give it time.

“Dude, would ya look at this pic!” a familiar voice was saying behind him. “So smooth! Fuck, I bet she even shaves her pussy. Man, I really dig chicks who shave everything!”

Loch turned to see Monty staring at his phone, no doubt commenting about his Instagram feed. Monty’s football bro looked over his shoulder, leering with approval. The two guys chuckled lasciviously before one of the TAs cleared her throat. Monty looked up sheepishly and quickly shoved the phone into his pocket. He was about to join his friend at a nearby lab bench when he sniffed the air. Loch froze as Monty slowly turned to stare at him with the same dazed expression as the day before.

Time seemed to slow as Monty smiled and then sauntered over to him, inquiring, “Need a lab partner, bro?”

Loch’s heart was in his throat, causing him to stammer, “Uh, er, well, I–”

“Cool, thanks,” Monty said, taking his hesitation as consent. “Yer Loch, right? I remember you from class yesterday.”

“Yeah,” Loch murmured, willing himself to turn away from the big jock. Even though he was a big, beefy guy in his own right, he felt so small next to the brute! Monty towered over him, being at least a head taller. And he was so built! Christ, his shoulders had to be at least three feet wide! And his chest! Monty’s beefy pecs were all but spilling out of his blue v-neck t-shirt. When he stood facing Loch, the twin points of his big nipples were practically at eye level.

Monty pushed his baseball cap around backwards and crossed his huge arms. Loch’s cheeks colored as he felt the big jock’s eyes upon him, scrutinizing him with interest. He was sitting there, feeling his skin grow clammy with nervousness when he smelled it, an odor so potent it made him feel lightheaded. Loch grimaced, uncertain whether to be grossed out or appreciative. It wasn’t like Monty was dirty or anything; no, the dude’s hair was still damp from his morning shower. It was just that he smelled really manly. I mean, really manly.

“You gotta help me out, bro,” Monty was saying, oblivious to Loch’s reaction to his man-scent. “I’m totally lost in this class!”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Loch mumbled, Monty’s odor doing weird things to his mind. After just a few seconds, he was startled to realize he actually liked it. What is going on with me?

“Awesome, bro!” Monty said, giving him a fist bump. “Yer the best!”

Loch became increasingly flustered as the lab went on. Monty liked to stand too close and the combination of the heat radiating off of his massive, muscular body and his strong, musky scent made him woozy. Only by exercising herculean will was he able to focus on the lab. When it was over, he scooted out as quickly as possible, Monty calling out behind him, “Thanks, bro! See ya tomorrow!”

***

“Why is there hair all over in the bathroom?” Chloe complained that evening. “This is the last time I share an apartment with a couple of guys.”

Loch feigned innocence as Sam looked up from the sofa at Chloe before turning to Loch. “Loch,” he said, eyebrows rising. “You shaved your beard! Fuck, it makes you look ten years younger. You could pass for a tenth grader!”

Loch shifted uncomfortably as he became the target of both of his roommates’ scrutiny. At first, he tried to ignore them but when he realized they weren’t going to let this one go without an explanation, he said, “What? Can’t a guy shave? I got tired of my beard and wanted a change, that’s all.”

“A change?” Sam challenged. “Dude, you’ve had a beard since you turned fourteen. I distinctly remember you telling me that nothing would ever get you to shave it off. Are you sure it’s not that potion? I’ve heard those things are super risky and can have all sorts of weird side effects.”

“It’s not the potion! And I really did get tired of it,” Loch insisted, feeling his freshly-shorn cheeks betray his embarrassment by turning bright pink. “Now just leave me alone. What’s wrong with a guy shaving himself?”

Chloe shook her head and pointed toward the bathroom, “Nothing so long as you get yer ass in there and clean up yer hair. Now, move!”

***

Monty was strolling past him the next day in bio class when he stopped and did a double take. “Whoa, bro!” he exclaimed, plopping down in the seat next to him. “I almost didn’t recognize ya!”

Loch froze, heart pounding, as the big jock leaned toward him. There was a long, uncomfortable pause while Monty studied him closely, a low growl gradually building from deep inside his chest. The next moment he shocked Loch by reaching out to cup his naked cheek in his big, calloused hand. Loch shrank back even as Monty realized what he was doing and snatched his hand away.

“Sorry, bro,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “I…I don’t know what came over me.”

“S’Ok,” Loch forced himself to reply. There was another awkward pause while he averted his gaze but, try as he might, he found himself looking back over to Monty a few seconds later. He was just in time to see the big jock’s reaction as he took in the sight of Loch’s arms and torso. (It was a warm autumn day and Loch was wearing a tank top that really showed off his big arms…and copious body hair.) Monty’s expression shifted from appreciation to distaste as he saw the black fur carpeting Loch’s arms and shoulders and spilling out of the neckline of his tank top. He cleared his throat and pushed himself up from the chair, leaving Loch to take a seat with his football bros in the back of the classroom.

That look of disappointment stayed with Loch for the duration of the class. He was so busy obsessing over it that he failed to register Seneca Beaumont’s presence when she folded herself into the chair that Monty had just vacated. It was the first time she had ever sat next to him! At any other time, this would have sent him rocketing into the stratosphere of happiness but that day he didn’t even look up. When class was over, he stalked out of the room without a backward glance.

***

The package arrived three days later from Hong Kong. The shipping alone had cost a fortune but Loch barely gave it a second thought before placing the order. As long as the product did what it claimed, he’d be happy. There was only one problem: He’d planned to be home alone when the package arrived but Sam met the delivery person at the door before he could get there. His roomie squinted at the address on the mailing label even as Loch attempted to wrest it out of his grip.

“‘Hair-B-Gone’?” Sam read, holding the package out of reach. “What are you–?”

“GIVE IT TO ME!” Loch shouted, doing his best to use his superior size and muscles to smother his nosy roommate. 

Sam might be smaller but he was fast and easily outmaneuvered him. “Loch,” he huffed, struggling to catch his breath after managing to put the kitchen table between himself and his angry friend, “You got this off the Torrent, didn’t you? Do you realize how dangerous this stuff is? There’s a reason it’s banned in the United States.”

The lunge caught Sam off guard. Launching himself across the table, Loch managed to grab the package out of his friend’s hands and curl his body protectively around it. He waited for Sam’s angry protests to die down before he scooted off the table and locked himself in the bathroom. Thus ensconced, he proceeded to remove all of his clothing before opening the box and extracting the bottle of pills. With his pulse pounding in his ears, he examined his body critically in the mirror.

He couldn’t believe he was going to do this.

He’d always been so proud of his body hair! He’d matured earlier than the rest of the boys his age, growing a thick, black bush of pubic hair by the time he was twelve. At thirteen, he had chest hair and, at fourteen, a beard. Finally, at age sixteen, his back had sprouted a full coat of fur earning him the nickname, ‘The Beast’ among his hockey buddies. The moniker had stuck and even today he suspected that some of his bros didn’t know his real name.

Was he ready to do this?

If the advertisement was correct, it would remove all of his body hair below his eyebrows.

Instantly.

And it would never grow back.

He gave his body one last, long look, pulling out his iPhone and snapping some pictures for posterity. He made sure to get himself from every angle because these photos would probably be the last testament to his thick body hair. His heart was still pounding furiously by the time he was done. He felt both faint and excited. His big, ten-inch cock was standing at rigid attention, protruding proudly from the forest of his dense pubes. His huge, furry nuts slapped against his thighs. His body from the neck down was practically a solid carpet of black fur.

“Bye, bye!” he whispered, popping the cork on the bottle and filling his mouth with the pills. He swallowed them without water, gulping the last ones down as Sam burst through the door.

His roommate stared wide-eyed as Loch nonchalantly tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder and crossed his arms. He didn’t bother to cover up his nudity, something that should have triggered alarm bells in his head, but…

…but he was riding high on a peculiar kind of wild euphoria, enjoying the rollercoaster ride of emotions coursing through him. He’d never felt more alive or more out of control than at that moment and he decided that he liked it.

Is this what drug addicts feel like when they’re high? he wondered, absently. If so, give me more! More! MORE!!!

He stretched out his arms, daring Sam to take in the sight of his naked body. As he did so, he felt tingling in his stomach. It was like electric butterflies dancing down there. He grinned as the tingling spread outward, knowing the chemical reagents in the pills were being quickly absorbed into his bloodstream.

“L-L-Loch!” Sam stuttered. “Spit ‘em out! There’s still time!” He grabbed Loch’s arm and attempted to haul him over to the toilet.

Loch would have none of it. He shoved Sam away, snorting with derision. “What the fuck is wrong with you, bro? This is my life and my body. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” The stricken expression on Sam’s face only heightened Loch’s contempt. “Listen, bro,” he chided, “it’s no big deal. I don’t know what the fuck has gotten you so worked up. Body hair is gross. I wanna get rid of it once and for all.”

If Sam was anything, he was persistent. He and Loch had been friends since preschool, attending the same elementary and high school. They’d shared pretty much everything, including a love of hockey. Even when Sam gave up playing the sport, they still enjoyed watching the games, sprawled out side by side on the couch, drinking beer and acting like a couple of good ol’ bros. It was an open secret that Sam loved Loch, both platonically and romantically. Loch was the first person he came out to, welcoming the news with happy acceptance, thereby cementing Sam’s lifelong devotion. Loch had been his rock–his boring, staid, hetero rock–for so long that Sam was accustomed to leaning on him for support. Perhaps this was why he was profoundly disturbed by Loch’s bizarre behavior over the past week. It was like he was watching his friend change into a completely different man before his eyes.

“Please don’t do this!” he begged, clinging to Loch’s arm. He was smaller and weaker but somehow managed to drag him a few inches toward the toilet. Just when he was starting to make progress, though, his hands slipped. His fingers slid off of Loch’s arm so quickly that he lost his balance and had to scramble to stay on his feet. 

Loch took advantage of Sam’s disarray to sidestep him and was opening his mouth to gloat when he noticed something on the floor.

Black hair.

The floor was covered with a pile of thick, kinky black hair.

Loch held his breath as he lifted his arm and stared at it, seeing bare skin for the first time in nearly a decade.

His arm was stripped bare of hair.

“Well, would–”

Before he could utter the rest of the sentence, he felt it. The tingling sensation suddenly radiated throughout his body, emanating outward from his belly down to his toes and up to his head. As he gaped, every single hair on his body (except for on his head) suddenly detached from his skin and drifted lazily down onto the floor. In seconds, his body was devoid of any trace of hair.

He was completely bare.

Completely smooth.

Completely hairless.

Completely clean.

And he’d never been more turned on.

Heedless of Sam’s aghast presence, he gripped his man-sized cock, moaning with delirious pleasure when he realized how supple his hairless shaft felt. Why hadn’t he shaved himself before now? He’d had no idea how deprived his life had been. His hair had been a prison and now he was finally free!

It was the most delicious sensation to finally feel the full, girthy magnificence of his cock without the intrusion of any hair. His huge balls smacked audibly against his hairless thighs. His nutsac was droopy without its customary coating of fur and this made his cue ball-sized testicles look even bigger. Fuck, his whole cock looked bigger without any hair! He was a hung stud!

He was so much sexier like this!

So much hotter!

So much–

“UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!”

When he climaxed, jizz blew far and wide. In ecstasy, he stared mesmerized at his divinely smooth body in the mirror. His cum plastered the mirror glass, sliding down in thick, milky globules. His balls convulsed as the orgasm built in intensity, leaving him spasming and gasping for air. By the time it was done, his whole body was dripping with sweat. Without hair to wick moisture, the rivulets of perspiration ran unimpeded down his back, butt and legs to pool at his feet on the floor.

He grinned, supremely happy with himself as he straightened and gave his glorious, hairless body a final inspection.

“I’m fucking hot!” he declared, surprised by how much younger he looked. His wide, blue eyes were almost fawn-like as he blinked at his reflection. His cheeks were round and red and his lips were full. He could have been a fifteen year old boy…except for the big, mounded muscles covering his body and that huge man-cock bobbing between his legs. The contrast, he decided, was pleasing. He was both a boy and a man. A boy-man. Yeah, that’s me! He laughed softly, tickled for no apparent reason.

“Loch,” Sam croaked. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“Yeah, bro,” Loch replied, shrugging. “What’s the big deal? It’s my new look.”

Sam shook his head. “This isn’t normal. The Loch I know would never do this. Something is wrong with you!”

***

Chapter 2

Monty was tossing the football with one of his teammates outside the biology building when Loch swaggered up. The big jock nearly fumbled the ball when he saw him, jaw dropping with stunned surprise. Loch smiled to himself at the expression of raw, wanton desire on Monty’s face. Ignoring his buddy, he tossed the ball aside and strode up to Loch.

“B-B-Bro?” he stuttered. “Loch? What happened to you? You look so…different!”

Loch lowered his eyes demurely. He was wearing an old pair of shorts that were two sizes too small. They rode up his butt crack uncomfortably but he didn’t care because he liked the way they showed off his smooth, beefy legs. For a shirt, he wore only a tiny string tank. The Lycra fabric clung to his torso, accentuating every curve. His broad shoulders were replete with muscles, fully exposed now that his skin was naked of all traces of hair. He’d donned a baseball cap, wearing it just like Monty always did with the bill turned backwards. His thick, black, curly hair crept out from under the brim, haloing his face.

He looked up and saw that the big jock’s eyes had gone glassy. In the background, Monty’s friend looked on in bemusement. “You’re…you’re…you’re…you’re so…,” Monty’s voice trailed off as he found himself unable to complete the sentence.

The tension between the two men grew until it was nearly unbearable. Finally, Monty broke it, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He was about to speak when his gaze broke away from Loch to linger on something behind him. Loch didn’t need to turn around to know what the jock was staring at; his wolflike grin betrayed his lusty hunger. Loch’s face closed into a scowl as he slowly turned to see who had stolen Monty’s attention away from him.

Behind him, a trio of young women were strolling into the campus food court. They looked almost like they could be triplets, so similar were they in size and shape. Tanned and voluptuous, they wore denim miniskirts that were so short as to be nearly obscene. It wasn’t the minimal nature of their clothing, however, that drew Monty’s attention, rather it was something much bigger.

Each of the women had the biggest, softest and jiggliest ass that Loch had ever seen.

He gaped, hands unconsciously clenching into fists. There was nothing he could do, though. Monty was blind to him until the door closed behind the last girl’s rounded cakes and they disappeared from view. 

By the time the jock looked back to Loch, he was nowhere to be seen.

***

Loch’s friend, Ace Contreras, texted him just after he’d left the body boutique. Loch was in a daze, feeling the alien sensation of his newly enhanced buttocks pushing against his already too-tight shorts. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done! It was so far outside of his comfort zone that he was both scared and excited: He’d just had fillers injected into his butt!

It had been an impulsive decision. He’d been sitting in his biology class, stewing, when he pulled out his phone and started searching Google. In a few minutes, he’d located the boutique–only a five minute walk from campus!–and made an appointment for later that afternoon. 

The clinician had tried to make him wait, telling him that he should thoroughly research the procedure before committing because there was no way to reverse it. Further, he’d warned that he would have to return for multiple visits over the next month in order to achieve the results he wanted. “I can only inject about a half liter into each cheek at a time,” the man had warned. “Your skin needs time to adjust and expand, otherwise you’ll have stretch marks.” He paused thoughtfully before adding, “Plus, you’re a hockey player and already have, um, a very, uh, generous backside for a man. Is this really necessary?”

Loch was committed, though, and no amount of coaxing or cajoling would change his mind. Yes, he knew he had a big butt. Every hockey jock did! But all that meant was that he knew how to handle it. He wasn’t a sissy! He was a man! A man who wanted a king-sized dump truck behind him.

His phone chimed and he extracted it (with difficulty) from his shorts pocket. Ace’s text read, >>Dude! Did U forget practice<<

Shit! Loch thought, staring at the time. Hockey practice had already started! It was the pre-season which meant the team would be outside doing drills rather than practicing on the ice but even so he couldn’t afford to miss it. He fired off a reply and chugged back to campus, grimacing as he felt his buttocks swaying subtly behind him. It wasn’t a huge difference but it was noticeable. If he continued with the treatments, it would soon become very noticeable.

And that was what he wanted!

***

He joined his teammates on the practice grounds outside the hockey rink ten minutes later. In his haste, he’d neglected to change out of his tiny tank top. He jogged out onto the field, keenly aware of the coach’s glare. He dipped his head apologetically and got in line for the drills. He was vaguely aware of Ace’s attempts to get his attention but he kept his head down and ignored him, waiting until his friend came up to him after practice.

“Dude, why do ya look different? And are ya wearin’ perfume?” Ace asked, sniffing the air delicately before leaning down to examine him closely. A moment later, the light of understanding dawned and he grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him. “Yer hair, bro! What happened to all yer hair! ‘The Beast’ is bald!”

“Shut up!” Loch hissed, seeing several of his teammates turn to look at him curiously. “I’m not bald!”

Ace smirked, flipping off Loch’s ball cap and mussing his hair. “Shaved then. It’s quite a change, bro! I don’t think I’ve ever seen ya like this!”

Loch indignantly shoved his hand away and stooped down to retrieve his cap, settling it backwards on his head again. “It’s no big deal,” he said, somewhat defensively. “I juss got tired of being so frickin’ hairy, that’s all.”

“Uh, huh,” Ace murmured, crossing his beefy arms and staring down at him with amusement. “Yeah, ‘cuz body hair and beards are so high maintenance.”

Loch flushed, feeling a tiny bit of regret for losing all of his facial hair; he hated how his bare cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. “Really, bro,” he protested, “just give it a rest already! Why do you have to make such a big deal outta everything?”

Ace didn’t reply right away. When Loch looked up at him, he found his buddy studying him closely, a knowing look on his face. Finally, he shook himself and said, “You should talk to Taz.”

“Taz?” Loch repeated. “Yer dorky little brother? Why?” The last time he’d seen Taz, the kid had been no more than a gangly adolescent, although by now he was probably in college.

Ace’s answer was evasive. “Oh, I don’t know. I just think you two might have more in common than you think. He’s changed, bro. Changed a lot.”

***

Not until he was getting undressed in the locker room did Loch realize that his decision to permanently remove all of his body hair might not go over well with his teammates. It was an unspoken rule that hockey jocks did not manscape. That was for swimmers and gymnasts; hockey players were real men. Loch could feel heat creeping up his neck as he bent over and yanked down off his shorts and jockstrap. He didn’t need eyes in the back of his head to read the room. The silence told him everything he needed to know.

Pretending as if nothing had changed, he straightened and padded into the showers, bravely holding his towel down at his side and doing nothing to conceal his denuded pubes. No one said a word. They didn’t need to; their derision was palpable.

Loch didn’t give a shit. He might be self-conscious but he wasn’t ashamed. Quite the opposite! He was proud of himself and his new look. Fuck ‘em if they didn’t understand!

He was standing at the shower with his back to the rest of the team when he felt someone’s hand on his bottom. He whirled around to find himself looking up at Ace. “Knock it off, man!” he shouted, swatting his hand away.

Ace was unphased, craning his neck to get a better look at Loch’s butt. “Dude, did ya do something to yer ass? It looks…perkier. And–fuck!–it’s smooth. If you were a–”

“Shut up!” Loch shouted. “I’m not a woman and you can’t touch my ass! Now leave me alone!”

Holding his hands up innocently, Ace placated, “Chill, dude. I think it’s hot. And you really need to talk to Taz. I’ll text you his number as soon as I’m done here.”

“Oh, whatever!” Loch huffed. Why couldn’t Ace just let him wash up in peace?

***

Taz Contreras texted him before he got back to his apartment. >>Hey, bro! Ace told me to reach out to you for support. Wanna meet up?<<

Loch frowned at his phone. Support? WTF? I don’t need support! He ignored the text and continued on his way, mindful of the attention his bigger backside was receiving from people–well, ok, guys, mostly–he passed on the sidewalk. Oh, he was used to receiving comments about his big butt; he was a hockey player after all! But this time the attention was different. Not necessarily in a bad way, just different. He pretended not to notice but he’d developed a noticeable spring in his step by the time he reached his apartment.

At home, both Chloe and Sam were uncharacteristically silent, exchanging knowing glances when they thought Loch wasn’t looking. He ignored them, settling his wider bottom on the couch and placing an expedited order through Amazon Prime. He paid an extra ten bucks to ensure the package would arrive before he left for class in the morning.

***

At biology lab the next day, Monty was already by his side before he took two steps into the room. The big jock was like a happy puppy, all but bouncing up and down with excitement as he studied Loch’s attire. Loch pretended not to notice, subtly shifting his weight so his butt pushed outward. His new jeans, delivered that morning and enhanced with plenty of Lycra, squeezed against his voluptuous ass cheeks, exaggerating their roundness. When he looked up, he caught Monty wiping a rope of drool from the corner of his mouth. Even better than Monty’s response, though, was Seneca’s: She sat with arms crossed, watching both of them through narrowed eyes. Does she have a thing for Monty? Loch wondered, unconsciously squaring his shoulders with pride.

“So, bro?” Monty asked, breathless. “Join me for a beer tonight? There’s a little sports bar I like to, um, visit sometimes. I’ll text ya the address if you…I mean, that is, if you don’t mind…” He looked off into the distance, flustered.

“Give you my number?” Loch finished, savoring Monty’s relieved expression.

Monty nodded and Loch pulled out his phone, entering the number that the jock dictated. A second later, Monty’s phone dinged as it received Loch’s text.

“There,” Loch pronounced. “You got my number.” He paused to fix Seneca in his gaze and pitched his voice louder as he added, “And, yeah, let’s go out for beers. Hockey practice is over at six. Would seven be Ok?”

Seneca looked away hurriedly but not before he registered the unmistakable flare of jealousy in her eyes. Loch smirked and settled his broad bottom onto the lab stool next to Monty.

***

“Did ya text Taz?” Ace inquired later that day in the locker room. He leaned his big shoulder against the locker next to Loch, effectively trapping him between himself and the wall. Loch felt heat creeping up his neck as Ace’s full, rich man-scent filled his nostrils.

Ace’s proximity and odor had an unaccountable effect on him, making him feel shy. He found himself looking up at his big, beefy friend with new eyes. How come he’d never noticed how muscular Ace was? And why hadn’t he seen the dimples on his furry cheeks when smiled? Or the way his brown eyes twinkled? He shivered, feeling his cock plump up in his jockstrap.

“Uh, hello?” Ace teased, mussing his hair with a big hand. “Where’d ya go, Loch?”

Loch shook himself, drawing away from his friend in alarm. What the fuck had come over him? Ace? Attractive? Never! “No!” he replied a little forcibly. “I don’t fuckin’ need yer stupid brother’s help! I’m fine! Now leave me alone!”

He tried to turn back to his locker but Ace slammed the door shut before he could. Surprised, Loch turned around and stared up at his friend. He watched helplessly as Ace took a bold step forward, stopping only when he was all but pressing against him. Very slowly, he leaned forward, putting both hands on the locker on either side of Loch’s head. Loch blinked, feeling like a tiny mouse before a great cat getting ready to pounce. 

He squirmed, trying to get away, but there was nowhere to go. All he could do was look meekly up at his friend as Ace slowly lowered his face, stopping when his lips were only inches from Loch’s. Loch could feel his hot breath on his cheeks. His knees grew weak and he started trembling.

“Call my brother, Loch,” Ace growled, eyes burrowing into Loch’s soul. “That’s an order.”

Frozen, Loch could only nod shakily. Ace smirked, the corner of his lip drawing up almost into a sneer. And then he stood up straight and, turning on his heel, stalked out of the locker room. Loch was left standing before his teammates with a red face and an obvious erection tenting out his shorts.

***

Monty hailed him from a table on the far side of the bar when he entered. Loch was starting to walk toward him when Monty got up and met him partway, folding him into a bear hug. Loch stood there in shock as Monty pressed his huge, fragrant body against him and nuzzled his neck. Belatedly, he found himself reciprocating, reaching his hands under Monty’s arms and grasping his broad back. Monty moaned softly with the touch and Loch shifted, feeling the big man’s beard tickling his neck. 

It was the first time he’d ever been hugged by a guy this way and it both alarmed and titillated him. After a prolonged moment of intimacy, Monty straightened and escorted him to the table, pulling out the chair for him. Loch flushed as he took the seat, keenly aware that pretty much everyone present had taken note of their little interaction. If there had been any doubt in his mind before now, it was clear that he was out on his first date with a man.

And what a man he was!

Monty was quite simply gorgeous. He was impeccably groomed, having trimmed his beard and gotten a haircut before the date. It was the first time that Loch had seen him without a baseball cap and he was startled to see that Monty was balding. If anything, though, this made the big man more attractive and Loch smiled as he imagined how sexy Monty would look as his hairline receded. The image sent a thrill up his spine.

Monty ordered a beer for him, going up to the bar to grab it when it was ready and sitting down in front of him with a flourish. Loch smiled, giddy, and took a small sip. It felt so good to be taken care of by such a big, muscular man!

They talked mostly about sports, hunched over their table, faces only inches apart. Monty’s eyes were sparkling with happiness and he grinned whenever Loch spoke. When he lowered his hand and took hold of Loch’s arm, squeezing it softly to accentuate a point, Loch thought he would faint from pleasure. Just his touch was enough. He didn’t need anything more.

At some point, Monty got up to use the restroom, saying, “Gotta drain the ol’ firehose,” before turning and departing. Loch watched him go with a sigh, blinking back tears. He didn’t know what all these emotions were; he’d never felt like this before. It was like he’d stepped into a whole new world.

Monty had left his phone sitting on the table. Curious, Loch leaned forward and noticed the display was unlocked. He looked around cautiously, hardly daring to believe what he was about to do. When he saw no one was watching and that there was no sign of Monty yet, he reached out and picked it up, pressing on the Instagram icon.

Instantly, picture after picture of busty and voluptuous women filled the screen. He scrolled through the photos, holding his breath and hoping against hope that the pics of women were anomalous and that Monty’s taste tilted toward men. Stocky, smooth guys with really big butts, to be precise. But, no, it was an endless stream of breasts. Loch’s chest clenched and he became more and more dispirited. (Fuck! I removed all my body hair and got my ass injected with silicone for nothing! Fuck!) Fighting back tears, he finally set the phone back down and leaned back in his chair. His good mood was completely destroyed.

“Hey, bro!” Monty called out as he returned from the bathroom. “Can I get ya another beer?”

“No!” Loch spat before he caught himself and, softening his tone, added, “I really gotta get back home.”

Monty was crestfallen. “Aw, c’mon, bro! Just one more! It’s only 8:30!” He reached out and kneaded Loch’s shoulder, staring down at him with puppy dog eyes.

It was too much and Loch finally relented. “Fine,” he muttered. “One more and I’m outta here.”

Monty let out a delighted whoop that caused everyone nearby to turn and stare at them. Despite his sour mood, Loch smiled watching Monty swagger confidently up to the bar to grab the beers.

“So, bro,” Monty began tentatively after he’d placed the beer in front of Loch. “Tell me. Who do you find attractive?”

It was a loaded question and Loch debated how to answer. His first impulse was to say that he found Monty attractive but, after scrolling through the jock’s phone, he was having serious doubts about Monty’s preferences. The dude was obviously attracted to women, not men, and there was nothing Loch could do about that. As such, the idea of revealing that he found Monty appealing was unthinkable. It would only leave him open to further disappointment. No, he’d misread Monty’s intentions and this was just a bromance; the jock didn’t really want to date him.

Taking a deep breath, he replied, “Seneca Beaumont is everything I could ever want.”

Monty blinked, eyes going wide. He sat there in stunned silence for a long moment before a huge, silly grin spread across his face. “Really, bro?” he asked, giggling like a little boy. “You mean that? You really mean that?”

Loch was thoroughly confused by this unexpected reaction. Why was Monty so happy to learn that he liked Seneca Beaumont? Out of all of the scenarios that had flashed through his mind before he answered the question, this was the least likely.

Realizing that Monty was breathlessly awaiting his reply, he said, “Yes, I mean it. I’m in love with Seneca.”

Monty nearly spilled both their beers in his excitement. He launched himself across the table and wrapped Loch in his arms, squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe. “Dude, you have no idea how much this means to me!” he whispered in his ear. “I’m the happiest man in the world right now!”

***

Monty walked him back to his apartment, giving him a final, lingering hug before pushing him up the front steps. When Loch looked back, the big jock was still standing there, looking dazed. He lifted his hand and waved at Loch, grinning. 

Puzzled, Loch lifted his own hand in farewell. Before he could turn away, though, Monty called out, “Come to football practice tomorrow morning, bro? I’d love it if you were there!”

“Uh, sure,” Loch answered without thinking. “What time?”

“Ten o’clock!” Monty said, pumping his fist in the air. “Be there at ten! I’ll have Coach add yer name to the visitor’s list!”

With that, he departed, skipping merrily down the street. Loch had never seen a huge galoot like Monty actually skipping and stared after him, shaking his head. This was one of the most bizarre evenings of his life!

***

Loch was at the gate to the practice field at ten the next morning. A young guy smirked knowingly at him before checking his name off the list and examining his student ID. Loch looked around and, spying people sitting on the bleachers, made his way over to sit down. He was conscious of two things as he did so. First, he was the only man present and, second, all eyes were upon him as he settled onto the cool metal bench.

The young women whispered amongst themselves, a couple of them giggling, before one leaned over and asked, “Who are you here for, cutie?”

Loch cleared his throat, feeling his face redden. Too late, he understood that he was sitting among the girlfriends of the football players…and, by doing so, everyone assumed that he was the boyfriend of one of the players. “Uh, well, uh,” he stammered, “Monty invited me. But we’re not–”

“Monty?” the young woman asked, face clouding. The confusion written across her face disappeared a moment later, though, and she clarified, “Oh, you mean Seneca.”

Loch stared at her. Seneca? What the fuck was she talking about?! Seneca wasn’t on the football team. “No,” he stated, “Not Seneca. Monty.”

Not to be dissuaded, the woman pressed, “You mean him, right?” She pointed out onto the field where the players were filling out from the locker room. Loch looked over in time to see the unmistakable hulking form of Monty emerge and cast his gaze over to the bleachers. Spotting Loch, he pulled off his helmet and waved enthusiastically. The woman watched Loch lift his hand and return the greeting, smiling to herself as she said, “That’s Seneca Beaumont, babe. He’s your boyfriend, right?”

Loch froze, turning back to her in disbelief. “Wait. His name is Seneca Beaumont, too? But how–?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know about the ‘too’ part but that’s definitely Seneca. See his jersey?”

At that moment, Monty turned and Loch was able to make out the last name printed in bold lettering across the shoulders of his practice jersey. His mouth fell open as he read the name, “BEAUMONT.” 

The earth felt like it was shifting beneath the bleachers and Loch had to grab onto the bench to keep from falling off. Suddenly, the puzzle pieces came together in his mind, leaving him stunned. He couldn’t take his eyes off Monty’s jersey even though the name was forever emblazoned in his memory. Monty? Fuck, Monty is short for ‘Beaumont’! he thought. But how–? As unbelievable as it was, there could be only one explanation: There were two Seneca Beaumonts in his biology class, a man and a woman. Which meant that the potion had worked and his wish had been granted.

Loch Nichols had succeeded in winning the heart of Seneca Beaumont.

***

Chapter 3

The other girlfriends welcomed him into their little club, clearly tickled that one of the football players was gay and had invited his boyfriend to come watch him at practice. They peppered him with questions, giggling loudly at everything he said. At first, he was put off by all the attention but he gradually warmed to them, even agreeing to pose for a few selfies with the football team practicing in the background. After exchanging phone numbers, he promptly received notification that he’d been added as the newest member of the girls’ Facebook group, “Football Wives.” 

For his part, Monty was bursting with joy to have him cheering for him from the stands. He kept looking over to be sure that Loch was still there. Each time he spotted him, his face would break into a wide grin that was clearly visible even behind the grill of his helmet. When the coach called for a break, he jogged over and pulled Loch in for a sweaty hug. This was met with squeals of delight from the other girlfriends. Soon, the photo of their embrace was being circulated widely across campus social media.

“I’m so glad you came!” Monty gushed, squeezing him in his viselike arms. “I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m the luckiest man in the world!”

Loch smiled, inhaling his boyfriend’s rich scent–His boyfriend! He had a boyfriend! He was just as surprised as Monty, maybe more so. But he was also happy. For the first time in his life, he understood what it meant to be head over heels in love with someone. He’d never experienced puppy love before, thinking it was a myth or something cooked up by Hollywood to sell movie tickets. But there was no disputing this giddy, bubbly, drunken feeling. It beat anything he’d felt with a woman.

So, I guess I really am gay, he thought. Or at least bi. I can’t imagine ever going back to girls, though. I’m Monty’s boy now.

Monty had released him from his embrace and was staring down at him proudly. As Loch looked up shyly, the big jock lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek. Loch turned bright red and buried his face against Monty’s jersey. The other girlfriends giggled happily from the stands, snapping photo after photo. They couldn’t get enough of this gay romance blossoming right before their eyes.

He staggered back to the bleachers in a daze, watching his man jog back to join the team and resume practice. Talisha, the first woman in the group to welcome him, put her hand on his back and rubbed, whispering, “He is quite something, isn’t he? We were all wondering who he’d choose. He’s never had a girlfriend before, you know.”

Loch looked over at her sharply. “What?!”

Talisha nodded. “It’s true. My man, Derek, is his best bro. Derek’s been tryin’ to hook him up with a gf forever. Now we know why that didn’t work!”

Loch puzzled over this, remembering all the busty chicks in Monty’s Instagram feed. What was that about? He finally set it aside when he realized that he himself had always found women sexually attractive and still did. But emotionally…well, he’d never connected emotionally with a girl. Then Monty came along and–click!–he got it. He instinctively understood the big man better than any girl he knew. Maybe the same was true for Monty? He shook his head, thinking, There is so much about human sexuality I don’t know! I guess we’re more complicated than I realized.

A sudden yowl of pain distracted him from further thought on the topic. He looked up to see Monty fall down on the ground, clutching his shin and writhing in pain. He threw his head back and his helmet fell off, rolling across the grass of the practice field.

Loch rocketed off the bleachers and would have run out onto the field if Talisha hadn’t stopped him. “Whoa, boy! Whoa!” she soothed, grabbing him by the arm. “There’ll be plenty of time later to tend your seme’s wounds.” She pulled him back to the sidelines, putting her hands firmly on his shoulders and pushing him down. “I know it’s hard to see yer man get hurt but it happens all the time.”

Beside himself with worry, Loch could only sit there and stew while he watched his boyfriend roll around in pain. Finally, Monty recovered enough to accept the hand of one of his teammates and staggered to his feet, limping back to practice. In a minute, he’d resumed play as if nothing happened…save for the line of blood running down his leg.

After practice was over, the girlfriends got up and prepared to depart. He was about to join them when Talisha stopped him once again, “What’re you doing? Go to yer man! You’re a boy which means that, unlike the rest of us, you can visit the locker room.” When Loch hesitated, she pushed him gently, urging, “Go on! Go on! Seneca is waiting for you! Now be a good lil’ uke and take care of him!”

Loch found himself following the team into the locker room, glancing around to be sure it was Ok for him to be there. It seemed weird but no one tried to stop him and soon he was inside, looking around at the monumental palace that served as the football team’s locker room. He couldn’t believe how opulent the place was! It was more like a “man spa” than a changing room with marble floors, leather couches, big screen televisions and a smoothie bar. Compared to the stinky subterranean locker room the hockey team used, this place was heaven.

Monty waved to him from across the room and Loch wandered over, still gawking in wonder. “Dude!” he called out. “You guys have it made! I wish the hockey team had something like this! I’d never go home again.”

Monty smiled. He was dripping with sweat and winded but giddy to have Loch there with him. “Sorry, bro,” he mumbled, his voice coming out muffled as he pulled his jersey over his head. “You know how it is. Football’s the big money-maker for the university. They have to treat the players right or we’d leave. I wish it wasn’t like that but it is what it is.”

Loch opened his mouth to reply but was so captivated by Monty’s bare torso that he was rendered momentarily speechless. There was just something about a big, muscular guy with shoulder pads that got him going and he had to avert his gaze or he would embarrass himself with an erection. He had chosen to wear a particularly form-fitting pair of shorts so he had to be careful. Big dick problems, he thought, shaking his head.

Monty must have noticed his scrutiny because his cheeks reddened beneath his beard. Clearing his throat, he turned his back to Loch, asking, “Help me get this off, would ya?” He shook his shoulders, indicating the shoulder pads.

Pulse hammering, Loch obliged. He took hold of the pads and, standing on his tiptoes, lifted them over Monty’s head. He set them aside on the bench, trying not to stare at his boyfriend’s broad, muscular back or the way his sweat was trickling down the deep furrows between his striated traps…

Loch looked up chagrined when Monty coughed, realizing he’d been caught staring. “Hey, bro,” Monty began in a husky voice, “I want ya to meet my buddy, Derek.” He turned to the man beside them who was clutching his sides and trying his best not to burst out laughing. “Uh, Derek, this is Loch. Loch is–”

“Yer cushion for the pushin’,” Derek finished for him, finally losing his battle and busting out with gales of laughter. He bent over and held his knees, unable to control himself. While Monty looked on, shaking his head, and Loch flushed pink, Derek struggled to catch his breath. After some time, he straightened and stuck out his hand to Loch. “Sorry, bro! I’m sorry! It’s just you two are so fuckin’ precious together! It’s too much!”

Loch accepted Derek’s big, sweaty hand, feeling profoundly self-conscious. He could tell that pretty much everyone in the locker room was watching them while also pretending–unsuccessfully–like they weren’t. Monty must have been aware of this as well because he straightened and, pitching his voice all could hear, yelled, “Hey, guys! Guys!” When the room had fallen silent, he motioned to Loch, continuing, “This is Loch. He’s my boyfriend. Yer gonna see him a lot from now on so be nice.” He paused before adding, “And, yeah, I’m gay, er, at least bi. So deal with it!”

This was met with a chorus of cheers and applause. Loch had been studying the floor while Monty was talking but he lifted his head in astonishment at the team’s reaction, unable to believe that–to a man–everyone present was grinning happily at them. Several of the guys even came up and clapped him on the back, offering him words of congratulations. He was shook.

He barely had time to process this when it was that time already. You know, the time when all the sweaty jocks got naked and showered together.

Loch had basically grown up in a locker room and was comfortable with male nudity…but this was different. He was there as the boyfriend of one of the players, not a player himself. He didn’t know what he should do. Take off his clothes and join them? No, that would be too weird. He looked around, feeling awkward when he realized he was the only one besides the coach and assistants who wasn’t nude. Where does one put one’s eyes in such a situation? Everywhere he looked there was bare ass and peen. His cheeks grew warm again and he studied his feet on the floor.

Monty didn’t help.

His boyfriend took his time undressing, asking Loch to help him with pretty much everything. He even wanted him to help unfasten his padded girdle, thereby treating him to the sight of his jockstrap-clad crotch when the thing came apart in a clamshell. 

Loch swallowed, heart thudding in his chest as he lost the battle not to gape.

I have the most handsome boyfriend in the world!

He realized he was staring again and looked away, glancing back just as Monty…well, just as Monty treated him to the ‘Full Monty.’

Loch’s jaw fell open and he sputtered, “That can’t be real! That’s a prosthetic, right? Tell me you bought one of those silicone penises online just to tease me!”

Monty glanced down at the giant anaconda swinging between his legs. “Nope,” he said proudly, putting his hands on his hips and waggling his ridiculously huge dick at him. “This is all me. Mr. Floppy is happy to finally make yer acquaintance.”

“Mr. Floppy?” Loch repeated. “You named yer dick?!”

Monty nodded, grinning. “Yup. Didn’t you?”

“No,” Derek answered for Loch. “He didn’t name his cock because that shit’s not normal. I’m tellin’ ya, Monty, yer the only dude in here whose dick has a name of its own.” He put his arm over Loch’s shoulders. “Now ya know why ol’ Monty’s never had a gf before. They take one look at that thing and go runnin’ in the other direction.” He pulled a pained face, commiserating, “Ooh, ooh! I pity yer poor poo-hole. You know that’s gonna hurt like hell!”

Loch winced as Monty slapped Derek on the arm. When Loch looked back up, Monty was quickly folding a towel around his waist. It was too late, though; the damage had been done and Loch had seen his destiny. The sight of that crazy, fat, long and uncut cock was forever burned into his memory. He had no idea how big it really was, just that it dangled at least down to Monty’s knees. It was a true donkey dong and now he knew that the term wasn’t an exaggeration. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed a human could possess such a large appendage.

His eyes fell to Monty’s discarded jockstrap, noticing the size of the cup. Shit! A guy could fill it with water and swim laps in there! Where did he find one that big? Must be a custom job.

He tried to think about something else besides Monty’s monster cock while the guys were in the showers but he wasn’t very successful. He had to admit that it gave him pause. He’d been so overcome by the thrill of winning Monty over that he hadn’t given any thought to what came next. He’d never had sex with a guy and, honestly, hadn’t spent much time considering the mechanics. He racked his brains, trying to remember everything Sam had ever told him. Maybe he’s a bottom? he wondered, feeling briefly hopeful. That hope evaporated as soon as Monty strode back into the room. One glance at the big, virile stud and Loch knew one thing for sure: Nope, I’m the bottom. Yep, that’s right! 100% bottom right here!

“Yer not still thinking about Mr. Floppy, are ya?” 

Loch smiled weakly at this as Monty opened the door to his cavernous locker. (It was big enough to sleep in!) When he didn’t reply, Monty turned and took him in his big arms, squeezing him gently. “Don’t worry, bro! I would never hurt ya. We’ll figure it out. Let’s just take this slow. I’m enjoying courting ya too much right now to think about anything else.”

“‘Courting’,” Loch murmured. “You said, ‘courting.’ That’s so sweet.”

“Just like you,” Monty replied, kissing the top of his head.

Head lowered, Loch had to admit he enjoyed the sensation of the big jock’s lips on the crown of his head but something else attracted his attention. “You’re bleeding,” he said finally, noticing the little stream of blood trickling down Monty’s shin. “Lemme bandage that.”

Monty grinned and, releasing him, pulled out a first aid kit from his locker and handed it over. He tightened his towel around his waist and sat down, extending his hairy leg solicitously. Loch knelt down and examined the injury, seeing that it was a long, nasty scrape. The skin around it was already turning blue and purple. “That’s gotta hurt!” he exclaimed, cringing in sympathy.

Monty was dismissive. “Oh, it’s nothing compared to what you hockey players deal with. I’ve been to plenty of your games and have never left without seeing blood on the ice.”

Loch looked up, touched. “You’ve watched my games?”

Monty nodded. “I tole ya last night at the bar I’m a huge hockey fan. Did ya think I was lyin’?”

For some reason, Loch flushed and looked back down at Monty’s leg, pulling out some alcohol and cotton balls while warning, “This is gonna sting!” 

Monty twitched slightly as he washed the wound clean but otherwise remained silent. Loch pulled out some gauze and tape and proceeded to wrap the wound, fastening the bandage in the way he’d learned to allow for easy removal later. When he was finished, he looked up and found Monty watching him with the tenderest expression on his face.

He straightened and prepared to put the first aid kit away but Monty stopped him. “Uh, hey, bro?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I injured my side, too. Would ya mind lookin’ at it?” He winced, putting his hand over his right side. “Can you maybe rub some ointment into it?”

“Sure thing!” Loch agreed, concerned. He pulled out a little tube of ointment and, squirting some onto his palm, leaned over Monty, asking, “Now where does it hurt.”

Monty made a pained face. “Here.” He pointed to the region directly under his hulking, furry pec.

Loch was reaching out to smooth the ointment on the indicated spot when Monty surprised him by pulling him onto his lap. Once there, the big man cradled him in his arms, kissing the nape of his neck. “The team’s all gone, bro,” he murmured conspiratorially. “We got the place to ourselves.”

“You tricked me!” Loch protested, struggling to push himself off Monty’s lap. “That’s not fair!”

“Shhh, lil’ bro,” Monty soothed. “Juss lemme hold ya.”

Loch really had no choice. Monty was so much bigger and stronger than he was that he couldn’t get free. And, the truth be told, he really didn’t want to. He finally gave up resisting and let his boyfriend cuddle him. Monty’s rich, strong scent filled his nostrils and his copious body hair prickled against his skin. The big man was a furnace of heat and soon Loch was sweating. He didn’t mind, though. He liked having Monty’s hands all over him.

He stirred finally when he felt something pushing upward against his butt. “What’s that?” he demanded, fearing he already knew the answer.

Monty looked away, cheeks coloring as he tried vainly to shift Loch off the offending tumescence. “Oh, it’s nothing,” he said evasively. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Mr. Floppy just turned into Mr. Woody. He does that sometimes when he’s excited.”

“Jesus!” Loch exclaimed, tumbling onto the floor as he finally managed to wriggle his way free.. “That thing’s bigger than a fuckin’ log!”

Monty was opening his mouth to reply when he stopped, gaze locked onto Loch’s crotch. Confused by this reaction, Loch looked down at himself to discover that the outline of his erect cock was clearly visible in his tight shorts. While certainly large, it was nowhere near as hulking as the monster lurking beneath Monty’s towel. It didn’t seem to matter, though. His heart fell as he watched Monty flinch and look away. Keeping his back turned to Loch, he stood and turned back to his locker.

“Monty?” Loch called out. “Hey, Monty!”

“Yeah?” The big jock wouldn’t look back at him; it was like he was pretending that Loch wasn’t there.

“What’s wrong?” Loch pressed. When Monty didn’t answer, he sighed, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s called an erection, dude. Dude’s get ‘em when they’re turned on. Mine is just like yours, only much, much smaller. Did you forget that I have a penis, too?”

Monty was quiet for a long time while he removed his towel, distracting Loch briefly with the sight of his stellar ass. It was incredibly hairy and muscular, jutting out behind him like a shelf. Each buttock was enormous, although on Monty’s huge frame, that ass didn’t look quite as out of place as Loch’s newly enhanced one. Loch was a shorter, stockier guy which meant his “hockey butt,” augmented by a couple treatments of silicone, was pretty much the first thing anyone noticed about him. And, as he continued his treatments over the coming weeks, it would soon become pretty much the only thing that people noticed about him. But I’m getting ahead of myself…

As Loch stared at that amazing jock butt, something else caught his eye: The shadow of ‘Mr. Woody’ swinging like a baseball bat between Monty’s meaty thighs. He swallowed, feeling his little butthole clench with dread at the sight of that thing. He swallowed and then gave a start when he felt his cock pulse in his shorts. Apparently, there was at least one part of him that was excited by the fact that his new boyfriend was hung like a giant.

Monty stepped into a pair of underwear that Loch noticed had been customized to fit the jock’s enormous schlong. With difficulty, he managed to stuff the quickly deflating ‘Mr. Woody’ into the pouch before turning to face Loch. “Look,” he said finally, keeping his eyes firmly planted on the floor at his feet, “I’m sorry but I can’t help it. I guess I didn’t really think ‘bout it. Yer the first guy…I mean, this is all so new to me. It’s juss, ya know, gonna take me a while to get used to yer…”

With these words, the blooming euphoria Loch had felt at being claimed as Monty’s boyfriend withered on the vine. Tears filled his eyes and he wiped away at them, anger quickly taking the place of heartbreak. “You know what?” he spat. “Fuck you! Do you think this isn’t new for me, too? I’ve never been with a guy before, either. But I’m willing to give it a shot. I’m even fucking willing to let you fuck me with that, that, that freakin’ ugly horsecock of yers!”

“Loch–”

“I’m not through!” he yelled, rounding on the big jock. “If you want me to, I’ll tuck my dick between my legs so you can pretend it’s a cunt. You don’t have to look at it. Fuck, you don’t even have to touch it but one thing about me isn’t going to change: I AM A MAN AND I HAVE A COCK!”

Monty reached out to him and grabbed him in his big arms, squeezing him tight and kissing him on the ear. Still furious, Loch struggled to get free but it was no use; Monty was too strong. Finally, he collapsed into the jock’s grasp, sagging against him like a rag doll while Monty continued to nibble entreatingly on his earlobe.

The jock’s strategy had the intended effect; soon Loch was panting with lust, his cock straining to get free from his shorts. He fought mightily against his desire but it was too much. He was only human, after all. A human who was incredibly horny and being held by perhaps the hottest, hungest man on the earth.

After a prolonged dose of Monty’s pawing, he managed to gasp, “Let me go.” His voice sounded pathetically weak to his ears, though.

Monty chuckled, still holding Loch’s face against his chest. His hands were exploring places on Loch’s body that had never been touched by a man. “Nope, dude. Not until you pay the toll.”

Loch struggled again briefly but was once again defeated. “What’s the toll?” he asked finally, having trouble catching his breath.

Monty didn’t answer with words. Instead, he puffed out his left cheek while looking significantly down at Loch from the corner of his eye. When Loch stared up at him in confusion, he puffed out his cheek further, urging, “Mmmm—Mmmm–Mmmm!”

“No,” Loch said, figuring out what Monty wanted him to do. “Not gonna happen.”

Monty rolled his eyes and tightened his hold on Loch, urging more insistently, “Mmmm–Mmmm–Mmmm–MMMMM!”

Loch wrestled but it was no use. In the end, he had no choice but to lift his head and plant a kiss on the jock’s furry cheek.

When he did so, Monty sighed with contentment but still refused to release him, making the ridiculously childlike sound again, “MMMM–MMMM–MMMM–MMMM!” His cheek was bulging out like a hairy balloon by this point.

Loch sighed with exasperation, relenting and giving his boyfriend several more kisses on his cheek…along with a final, lingering one on the mouth. He threw back his head and invited the big man’s tongue all the way in, surrendering body and soul to him. By the time they were done, he’d been so thoroughly marked as Monty’s property that he’d quite forgotten all other doubts.

***

Chapter 4

Loch emailed the company that sent him the love potion after he got back to his apartment, receiving a reply within the hour that read, 

Really? There were two people with the same name and the same birth date in your class? That’s never happened before! From now on, we’re going to ask clients to upload a photo of their beloved along with the rest of the information. Further, we are adding a gender selection to our webform.

In closing, we’re glad to hear our product worked to your satisfaction and are including a coupon code for a ten percent discount on your next purchase. Enjoy!

He read the message, shaking his head. If he weren’t so head over heels in love with Monty, he would’ve been pissed. But now that he belonged to Monty, he couldn’t imagine his life without the big jock now and wouldn’t have dreamed of changing that.

“So, lemme get this, er, straight,” his roommate, Sam, said, reading the email over his shoulder. “Your Monty has the same name and birthdate as Seneca?” When Loch nodded, he laughed. “And Monty knows you used the potion on yourself? You told him everything?”

Another nod. “Yeah, I wanted him to know before things went any, um, further.” He looked down, cheeks going rosy. Sam chuckled, giving him a light punch on the arm. “And he didn’t care. Said he was glad. Said I was ten times more attractive than any girl.”

“That’s fuckin’ incredible!” Sam exclaimed, looking at Loch in wonder. “First, I can’t believe that witch’s brew actually worked and, second, that it turned you into a big, flaming cocksucker!”

“I am NOT flaming,” Loch stated indignantly. “But, yes, I am big–or at least my ass is–and I do really wanna suck his cock. It’s, like, at least two feet long, you know!”

Sam looked at him as if he’d sprouted horns, “Ok, you actually are kinda flamey. And there’s no way his cock is that big. That’s just not humanly possible.”

In wordless answer, Loch pulled out his smartphone and showed Sam the dick pic that Monty had just texted him. He smiled to himself at the look of fascinated horror on Sam’s face. He held up his hand to stave off the inevitable question, “And, no, it’s not Photoshopped. He really is hung like a horse. I saw him naked with my own eyes in the locker room this morning.”

Sam stared at him, trying to decide if Loch was bullshitting him before finally draping a consoling arm over his shoulders. “Dude, I’m here for ya if ya need me. I mean, I’m a total hung top and could, ya know…,” he let his hand slide down Loch’s back to land suggestively on the top of his burgeoning buttocks, “stretch out yer hole so it’s not so painful when Monty fucks ya.”

Monty swatted away his hand. “You? A hung top? Pfft. Yer a bottom just like me. And a short-dicked one at that. I’ve seen ya naked more times than I care to count.”

“Hey! I’m a grower, not a shower,” Sam complained. “And I am a top! A submissive one but a top nonetheless!”

“Hmmm, color me skeptical,” Loch muttered. He was about to say more when his phone chimed. He looked down to find he’d received a text from an unknown number. Curious, he read the message, >>Hey, Loch! This is Taz Contreras again. I’m at the basketball courts near your place right now if you’d like to hang out. I’ll be the one in pink.<<

“A grammatically perfect text. No misspellings and no punctuation errors,” Sam observed, reading over his shoulder. “Gotta be a big ol’ queen…with a jock boyfriend if he’s at the courts. Maybe he can tutor you the ways of the buttsex world, Grasshopper?”

Loch scowled. “Can’t he be both a jock and gay? I mean, look at me!”

Sam arched a slender eyebrow. “As I was saying, maybe you can learn a thing or two from him? Being owned by a jock ain’t easy, especially one as hung as yours. I’d say go for it.”

***

Taz Contreras was indeed wearing pink but he was anything but a queen, not that Loch cared one way or the other. Taz waved to Loch as he approached, stepping away from the basketball game he’d been playing. One of the guys waiting on the sidelines took his place and the other dudes continued as if nothing had happened.

“Whoa,” Loch exclaimed. “I never woulda recognized ya! Yer so different!”

Taz smiled disarmingly down at him. “What can I say, man? I found my true calling. A jock pussy is everything I ever wanted to be.”

“‘Jock pussy’?” Loch repeated. “What’s that?”

Taz smiled, walking up beside him and putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. He was paler than his older brother, Ace, and his hair was almost blond. He was also taller, standing nearly six and half feet tall if Loch was any judge. His face was wide and his hair curly. He wasn’t exactly handsome but he wasn’t ugly, either. There was something about his blunt features that was endearingly uncomplicated. He also lacked Ace’s smooth grace; like he was still growing into his big body. His legs were long and quite meaty for a basketball player’s and his rump stuck out behind him like a caboose. (Loch was almost envious.) Yet his upper body was slight, especially compared to his robust lower body. Add in the prevalence of pink (his shorts and jersey were both pink nylon with lighter pink piping) and you had the recipe for…well, for something that Loch couldn’t immediately put his finger on.

As Loch tried to figure him out, Taz was watching him with a knowing gaze. “Do I really need to spell it out for ya? From everything I’ve heard from Ace, you’ve turned into a jock pussy, too.”

Loch didn’t know whether to be offended or pleased by this observation. “I still don’t know what you mean.”

Taz’s smile deepened. He stepped away from Loch, surveying him critically. “If your hairless skin, baby face, strong perfume and bubble butt weren’t enough, there’s also the effect yer having on the jocks over there.” He jerked his head over at the court where the game had fallen apart and several of the big guys were staring lustily in their direction. Loch’s cheeks colored at the miles and miles of VPL on display in the front of their shorts. These basketball players were hung! It made him feel breathless and his virgin hole twitched excitedly. What would it be like to…? He shook himself, quickly banishing the thought from his mind: He belonged to Monty and Monty only!

“Where is yer jock, btw?” Taz inquired, craning his neck to look around. “It’d be safer for you if he were here.” When Loch noticeably flinched, he laughed, adding, “I’m just shitting ya, bro! Yer perfectly safe. These guys are my buds. They might enjoy lookin’ at ya but they’d never touch ya without yer jock’s permission.”

As he was talking, a huge man stepped away from the crowd ofl jocks. Sauntering up to them, he took up position behind Taz, placing his hands proprietarily upon his shoulders. Blushing like a schoolboy, Taz lifted his head and looked adoringly up at the guy. The two exchanged a prolonged kiss while Loch stood there awkwardly looking down at his feet. It was clear that the display was less a show of intimacy than a warning to the assembled jocks that Taz was the big man’s property and no one should forget that. Loch swallowed bitter envy. He wished that Monty was there to kiss him like that!

“Loch, this is Terrence,” Taz informed him after they’d stopped kissing. “Terrence Howard, the captain of the university basketball team.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Terrence rumbled, hands never leaving Taz’s shoulders. He looked Loch up and down, appraising him like a prize racehorse. “Lemme guess: Yer here for some jock pussy training? My lil’ Tazzie’s the best bro a pussy boy like you could have. Once he’s done with ya, yer jock’ll never let ya outta his sight again.”

Loch flushed. He was about to stammer a reply when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out to find a text from Monty. >>Wanna hang out with me at the lake tonight, Baby? My folks have a cabin just outside of town<<

A thrill ran up his spine at the thought of spending the evening with his boyfriend. But on the heels of this elation came unexpected anxiety: What would he wear? If they were going to the lake, they would probably go swimming. This was his perfect opportunity to impress Monty by showing him ‘the goods’ and he didn’t want to screw it up!

Taz must have read his mind. From his vantage point beside Loch, he had a clear view of the screen of his phone and read the message, along with the implications. Letting out a low whistle, he shook his head. “Hoo boy! Good thing I’m here. Looks like we got our work cut out for us, Loch. Let’s get going.”

***

Three hours later, Loch was a whole new man, er, make that a whole new jock pussy. Thanks to Taz’s help, he sported a new wardrobe and a sexy haircut that was both sassy (long bangs, swept off to the side) and serious (super tight fade on the sides, emphasizing his cute jug ears.) His clothes were sporty and tight, heavy on Lycra and the color pink. His newly augmented butt cheeks–they’d made a stop at the boutique and gotten fresh injections–were positively bursting out of the back of his sleek pair of joggers. 

He loved the way the joggers hugged his inflated buttocks, leaving his backside on permanent display for the appreciation of anyone passing by…but it was what he wore under the joggers that really got him going.

“Yer perfect,” Taz complimented. “Monty’s gonna cum in his oversized jockstrap when he sees you.”

Loch looked down at the sidewalk demurely. He loved being with Taz. The big dude was not only great moral support but he was also a true jock pussy expert. It was like he could read Loch’s deepest desires, ushering them forth and bringing them to fruition even before Loch had even admitted them to himself. Loch’s head was swimming and his cock was leaking. Everything was happening so fast! He felt like he’d fallen asleep one day as a boring, hetero dude and woke up the next morning in a technicolor world, ready to let his inner pussy boy shine brightly for all to see. For all to see, maybe, but only for Monty to touch.

“Thanks, man,” Loch murmured, tongue tied from Taz’ praise. “I’m glad you reached out to me. I didn’t realize how badly I needed yer help!”

“Anything for another jock pussy!” Taz chirped. He’d gotten a haircut and donned some new clothes as well. His pale skin was already darkening thanks to the stop they’d made at a tanning salon. It made him look more Mexican and therefore more attractive in Loch’s estimation.

“I’ve never gotten a mani/pedi before,” Loch admitted, looking down at his shiny, perfectly trimmed nails. “I thought it wasn’t manly.”

“Which means you probably never got a facial before, either,” Taz said, smiling. Like Loch’s, his skin shone lustrous from the spa treatments. “It’s important for a jock pussy to be well-groomed. Our jock’s are the real men, after all. We’re just their accessories and, as accessories, we need to reflect their status as the true alpha.”

Loch nodded, feeling the truth of these words resonate inside him. Only a day ago he would have objected to being called an accessory but now he knew he only existed for Monty’s pleasure. He would do anything–Anything!–to keep his jock satisfied and at his side.

“When are you meeting yer man anyway?” Taz inquired. “I assume he’s picking you up, right?”

“Yeah, he’ll probably be waiting for me when I get back to my apartment,” Loch said, looking down at the clock on his phone. “I’m so excited!”

“I’ll be thinking ‘bout ya, bro.” Taz bumped his shoulder fondly with a fist. “I can’t wait to hear how it goes!”

***

Loch ended up having to drive Monty’s truck to the lake. His boyfriend was overcome with such delirious desire upon catching sight of him that he was in no cognition to operate heavy machinery…other than the heavy machinery plumping out the back of Loch’s joggers, that is. 

As Loch sauntered up to the apartment, Monty came running at him on the sidewalk, tackling him in a long, affectionate bear hug and then holding him out at arm’s length to admire his new look. If the appreciation on his face wasn’t a clue, the spreading wet spot on the front of his shorts was enough to convince Loch that he’d made the right decision. He breathed a silent prayer of thanks to Taz for his help.

Soon, they were leaving the town on a perfect September evening. The city thinned out quickly as they headed west with the windows rolled down and Monty’s big hand on Loch’s knee. The air smelled of impending autumn but the temperature was still warm, the perfect time to spend a night at the lake. Unfamiliar with the roads, Loch followed Monty’s prompting as he navigated off the highway and onto a dirt road. Soon, they were deep in the forest, the limbs of oak trees shadowing the roadway. Every once in a while the new moon peaked out from behind a gap in the foliage.

The Beaumont cabin was a simple affair, its walls made of stacked logs and measuring barely more than four hundred square feet. That was fine because the cabin wasn’t their destination. Monty carried a canoe out from behind the cabin and set it in the water before producing a small cooler full of beer from the back of the truck.

He pushed the canoe out into the water and, holding the back, invited Loch to step in and take up position at the front. Loch demurred, saying, “Just a sec, Big Guy. I need to get comfy.” Heart thudding in his chest, he sauntered away, keenly aware of the jock’s eyes riveted to his swaying backside.

When he returned, he’d stripped out of his joggers and removed his pink hoodie. Beneath the jacket, he was wearing a super tight, fuschia-colored tank top. And beneath the joggers he was wearing…

“Fuck.”

He looked up hesitantly to find Monty’s mouth hanging open. “You like it?” he asked modestly, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, fuck me!”

Monty staggered over to him, gaping down at the tiny pink string bikini bottoms that Loch had on. They were incredibly sheer and skimpy but also cleverly designed with a constrictive pouch that clamped down like a vise on Loch’s massive cock and balls, effectively rendering them invisible. The pain was excruciating but the effect it had on Monty made the misery worth it. Clad in the delicate, girly undergarment, it looked like Loch had no bulge at all. With his ripe, round buttocks and thick, hairless thighs, he could almost have been female below the waist…

Monty stared at him for so long that a rope of drool slid out of the corner of his mouth. Finally, he recovered enough to mutter, “Sorry, gotta go take care of something.” And then, to Loch’s confusion, he lurched away behind the cabin. A moment later, a loud fapping sound echoed across the front yard and Loch knew what his boyfriend was up to. Some minutes later, Monty returned, walking stiffly due to the still-hard cock he’d hastily crammed back into his shorts.

“There,” he pronounced. “That’s better. Now, we can canoe without me raping you first.” He laughed at Loch’s disappointed expression, soothing, “Don’t worry, bro! You’ll get yer chance to ride Mr. Woody soon enough. Right now, though, I wanna take this slow. You look incredibly sexy, by the way.”

Loch brightened at this and didn’t resist when Monty guided him back toward the canoe. Soon, he was squatting at the front with his huge, full ass hanging out behind him, encased in the sheer bikini, as Monty struggled to master himself. They got off to an uneven start due to the big jock’s distraction and nearly tipped over but Monty managed to right the canoe at the last moment and then they were gliding out over the surface of the lake.

It was a gorgeous evening. The lake was small and covered with lily pads, some of which were still in bloom. Bullfrogs croaked here and there among the reeds and a great blue heron stalked nearby, freezing into preternatural stillness as the canoe approached. There were only a handful of other cabins on the lake, the bulk of the land surrounding it being made up of a natural area. The wind was light, barely ruffling Loch’s hair, and the air smelled richly of cattails and lotus blossoms. 

Monty anchored the canoe near the far shore and invited Loch to leave his seat at the front and join him in the back. Soon, he was leaning against the big man’s broad chest, feeling his belly rise and fall beneath him with each breath. Monty smelled his hair, inhaling deeply, before lowering his lips to nibble his ear.

“Yer eyes, Loch,” he murmured, cocking his head to look at his face. “They’re the color of violets.”

Loch sighed, contentment welling up inside his chest. He’d never felt happier or more in love.

They lay there like for a long time, the wind rocking the canoe gently and the heron hunting frogs alongside them. The sun slowly slid toward the trees and the shadows lengthened. 

“I spent practically every summer out here when I was a kid,” Monty mused finally. “My parents would leave me here while they were at work and I’d roam the lake with a bunch of other boys. It was the best!”

Loch stirred, lifting his head to look back at the jock and giving him a drowsy smile. It felt so good to be held like this! He’d never realized what he was missing when he dated women. They always wanted him to hold them, not the other way around. Now that he knew what it felt like to be sheltered in the arms of such a big and studly man, he didn’t ever want to ‘switch teams’ and go back to being straight again. He snuggled closer, folding the jock’s hands over him.

It wasn’t long before those hands began roving over his body. Soon, the big guy had run an exploratory hand up his shirt and tweaked one of his nipples. “Dude,” he exclaimed happily, “yer nips are huge! How’d ya get ‘em so big?”

“That was Taz’s idea,” Loch confided, thrilled beyond belief that Monty liked his newly swollen nipples. Realizing that Monty had no idea who Taz was, he explained. “Taz is the brother of a friend of mine. He’s dating the captain of the basketball team and gave me pointers on, well, how to please you. We, uh, went somewhere today. Somewhere special. One of the services they offer is, um, nipple enhancement. Taz thought you’d prefer ‘em like this ‘cuz, well, ya know, I know you like big tits.”

“Fuck! OMG, I can’t believe it!” Monty pinched his nipple again before surprising Loch by tugging off his shirt. “Lemme see ‘em!”

In no time, Loch was shirtless, looking down at his big, puffy nipples as Monty stared at them in stunned silence. “Fuuuuuuck,” the jock breathed finally, leaning forward to delicately nibble one with his teeth. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, dude!”

Loch moaned, his brain exploding with pleasure. It had never occurred to him before Taz mentioned it that his nipples could be such a turn on, both for him and Monty. “They…ungh…said…uh…oof…that they’ll get even bigger…oooooh…over the next few days. The stuff they injected’ll even make me grow some breast tissue, too. Not enough that I’ll need to wear a bra but enough to…well, enough to give you something to play with.”

In response to this, Monty’s hips bucked beneath him and he let out an agonized groan, nearly capsizing the canoe. At first, Loch was alarmed but then he felt a distinct and growing mass pressing against the small of his back and he realized that Monty was getting turned on, incredibly so.

“It’s a good thing we’re in this canoe,” Monty panted in his ear, “or I’d be fucking you stupid right now.”

They kissed then, passionately. It wasn’t the first time that Monty’s lips had been on his but it was the first time he’d been so utterly conquered. Monty’s mouth dominated him, his tongue forcing him into sweet submission. The big jock took his head in his hands and pulled his face against his own, pummeling him with that thick, fat tongue until Loch was gasping for breath and so turned on that his poor cock was screaming in the vise grip of his bikini pouch. 

He came back to himself when he realized that Monty was urging him up, forcing him to face him and straddle his waist with his thighs.The canoe pitched from side to side and scared off the heron. “Wait!” Loch gasped, looking around wildly. “We’re in public! What if–?”

“There’s nobody here,” Monty growled. “And it’s dark. We’re safe.”

When he started pawing at the strings of Loch’s bikini bottoms, he tried to stop him, warning, “Wait, Monty! I don’t think–”

“Quiet!” Monty hissed. “You’ve given me so much, the least I can do is pay ya back. Now lemme in those panties!”

It didn’t take long for the strings to give way and soon Monty was tossing the miniscule triangle of fabric over his shoulder as Loch’s man-sized schlong sprang out, freed from its prison, strainingly erect and engorged beyond belief.

Loch cringed, scrambling ineffectually to cover it up. He failed miserably, though; his cock was just too huge. And, while night might be falling, there was still more than enough light left for Monty to get the full view of Loch in all his glory.

The jock’s face went white and he swallowed, looking away from that swollen pole. To his credit, though, he recovered quickly and pushed Loch’s hands away, insisting, “No! I wanna do this! I really do! Now lemme suck it!”

Before Loch could stop him, he thrust his head forward and opened his mouth, taking nearly the full length of him in at one time. Loch’s eyes rolled back and stars exploded in his head. He couldn’t believe a man was sucking his cock! And it felt so good!

A muffled gagging sound brought him crashing down from the lofty heights of his euphoria, though, and he cracked an eye just in time to see Monty spitting out his cock and leaning over the side of the canoe to vomit up the contents of his stomach (which were made up chiefly of beer from the look of things.) He retched pathetically for a long time while Loch stared down at him, elation curdling like so much sour milk.

His shoulders fell and he pulled away, gathering up the discarded bikini bottoms and tying them back onto his repulsively male crotch. His cock had deflated so completely by that point that it was easy to stuff it back inside the tiny pouch. He sat back on his meaty haunches and big, soft bottom, hating himself and hating his body. He couldn’t believe he’d been so dumb. Monty was a straight guy and, no matter how much Loch tried to make his body pleasing to the big jock, he was still a man. And that would never change unless he signed up for gender reassignment surgery. The mere thought of that, however, made him revolt. I’m a man, damn it! Not a woman! No, as much as he loved Monty, he would never give up his gender for him.

Knowing this about himself only made his mood worse and soon he was lost in the bitter depths of self recrimination as he excoriated himself for being so impulsive. What he had done to himself? Oh, fuck! What he had done!

“I’m a freak,” he moaned. “Look at me! I’ve turned myself into a big, gay freak. And for what? For what?”

“For me,” came a soft voice. “You did it for me.”

He looked up to find Monty watching him with the tenderest expression on his handsome face. As he stared, the studly jock leaned forward and gathered him in his big, muscular arms and hugged him against his big, muscular chest. “Don’t worry, Baby,” he breathed. “We’ll get through this somehow. We’ll adapt. Sure, I’ll probably never be a good cocksucker but there’s a lot more we can try. We’ll make it work. I know we will! I will never give up on you!”

***

Chapter 5

>>How’s yer hole, dude?<<

Loch read Taz’s text, staring unhappily at the screen of his phone. His hole, much to his dismay, was still just as virginal and tight as ever. And so was pretty much everything else about him. Despite Monty’s reassuring words, he’d retreated into silence after the abortive blowjob and ended up dropping Loch off in front of his apartment with only a chaste peck on the cheek. The whole thing was demoralizing and it left Loch on the brink of despair. He had no idea how he would ever make Monty want him. He felt like he was on a fool’s errand, trying to woo a straight man and, unfortunately, he now was too far down along the garden path to turn back. For the thousandth time, he worried, What have I done? Oh, what have I done to myself?

He set his jaw, texting back, >>We need to talk. When are you available?<<

Taz’s reply came almost immediately. >>This afternoon at 3? Meet me at the gym on north campus.<<

Loch agreed and set about grimly getting dressed for the trek across campus to hockey practice. He contemplated tossing out the clothes he’d purchased yesterday with Taz and going back to his old, boring clothing but the problem was that none of his shorts and undies fit over his massive ass now. The latest round of silicone injections had pretty much rendered his prior wardrobe obsolete. In the end, he donned his new, tight, pink clothes and waddled off down the sidewalk, ignoring the catcalls and stares he received. He felt like such a freak!

The coach did a double take when he spotted Loch in the locker room and pulled him aside into his office, urging him to sit down on a squeaky chair. After a long silence, he awkwardly asked if he was doing alright.

“I’m fine,” Loch growled. “Why?”

The coach smiled thinly. “Listen, Loch, I’m not gonna pretend I know what’s going on with you but I want you to know that it’s fine with me and the rest of the guys. If ya wanna…Dang it! What’s the word? Transition? Yeah, that’s it. If ya wanna transition to–”

“I’m not transitioning to anything!” Loch shouted, startling them both with his ferocity. “I’m a man, dammit! Not a woman!”

The coach held up his hands placatingly. “Alright, alright! Yer a man. I get it. I really do. I juss want ya to know I’m here for ya, Ok? And so is everyone else. We’re a team, remember? And teams stick together.”

Loch nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He resented being talked down to but, more than that, he was pissed at himself for getting into this predicament in the first place. He looked down at his body in disgust. His nipples had swollen further overnight and now poked out like a pair of bullets from his chest. And his ass felt like a giant pillow beneath him. The prevalence of pink in his clothing was unmistakable. He had to suppress a shudder and closed his eyes before pushing himself to his feet and chugging out of the coach’s office like an overloaded choo-choo train.

The locker room was almost as awkward as the coach’s office and he could feel everyone’s eyes on him as he stripped out of his clothes and dressed in his practice gear. A few of the guys muttered disparagingly under their breath as they walked past. He heard the words ‘faggot’ and ‘freak’ distinctly and would have shouted back if Ace Contreras hadn’t stepped in for him.

“Listen, bros!” the big jock commanded, pitching his voice so everyone could hear. “The next one of you who sez anything rude about Loch is gonna get my foot up his ass. Do you understand me?” When this was met with sullen silence, he continued, “Good. Now get ready and head out there. We’re already running late.”

He turned to Loch, smiling with pride, but his grin faded at Loch’s glare of resentment. “I can fuckin’ take care of myself, asshole!” he cursed, struggling to pull his nylon shorts over his huge ass. “I don’t need you to be my daddy.”

Ace’s face clouded for a moment before he recovered. Slinging a heavy arm over Loch’s shoulder, he cajoled, “Aw, c’mon, bro! Lighten up! I’m yer best bro after all. What do bros do but look out for each other. You’d do the same for me if I was–”

“If you were what, exactly?” Loch challenged, shrugging off his arm. “Go on. I wanna hear this. What am I, Ace? Tell me.”

The friendly facade fell away as Ace’s eyes narrowed and his mouth drew up in a sneer. “Ok, I will. A jock pussy, that’s what. Yer turning into a big ol’ jock pussy, Loch.”

“Damn right, I am,” Loch spat, puffing out his chest and displaying his protruding nipples proudly. “Now piss off and leave me alone.”

***

He was seething with anger and so lost in his dark thoughts that he didn’t notice Monty standing on the side of the practice field until the big jock waved. Loch turned and his heart skipped a beat as he took in the sheer magnificence of his boyfriend. Instantly, his foul mood evaporated and his world brightened. He forgot all about his freakishly huge booty, denuded skin and cow teats. The only thing that mattered was Monty. Monty was his entire reason for being.

“Hey, Baby!” Monty called out as Loch jogged over, his ponderous butt cheeks flopping up and down behind him. “Is it Ok if I watch you practice?”

Loch didn’t care if his teammates were staring, he flung himself into the towering jock’s embrace and sagged against his reassuringly hefty bulk. Monty’s arms encircled him and he lowered his head, nuzzling his ear. It felt so good that Loch had to blink back tears.

“I love you, Loch,” Monty whispered. “I love you just as you are. Please don’t feel like you have to change for me.”

This was too much. Loch lost his battle to hold back the floodgates and soon tears were pouring out of his eyes. Monty held him tighter, rubbing his back soothingly and kissing the top of his head. They stayed like that for a long time. Loch didn’t trust himself to separate until he’d stopped crying and Monty was in no hurry to let him go. Finally, the coach blew his whistle and Loch reluctantly pulled away.

“Thanks for coming, Monty,” he said, shaking his head to fend off more tears. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Monty smiled. “Yer my man, Loch. And you’ll always be my man.”

Loch felt like his heart would explode with these words and he turned and jogged proudly back onto the field. He was so elated that he didn’t notice Ace watching them through narrowed eyes.

***

Ace managed to hold his peace for the first half of practice but he finally lost it when Monty showed no signs of leaving. He pulled Loch aside, grabbing him painfully by the arm and demanding angrily, “What’s he got that I don’t got anyway?!”

Loch shoved him away, rubbing his arm. He was so caught off guard by his friend’s outburst that it took him a minute to figure out what Ace was referring to. “Who? You mean Monty?” he asked. When his friend’s eyes smoldered at the mention of the big jock’s name, he exclaimed, “Oh, my god! Yer jealous! Yer fuckin’ jealous of my boyfriend!”

“Fuck no!” Ace spat. “I could never be jealous of that fucktard! I mean, look at him! He’s a total fuckin’ meathead.”

If he thought this would throw Loch off his trail, though, he was sorely mistaken. “You are jealous!” Loch crowed. “I can’t fuckin’ believe it! Ace Contreras wants to get into my panties!”

“Hey,” Ace said, lifting his hands in the air. “You said it, not me.” His attempt to feign indifference didn’t last long, however. When Loch turned away, preparing to go back out on the field, Ace grabbed his arm again, pleading, “Ok, yer right. I admit it. I am a little jealous of him. I mean, I’ve been crushing on you forever but never acted on it ‘cuz I thought you were straight. And now I find out that yer…well, you know.”

This was too much for poor Loch’s brain to handle. “So, you’re saying that you’re gay and you want me?” Ace neither confirmed nor denied this but the soulful look in his eyes told Loch everything he needed to know. He swallowed, the pieces of the puzzle slowly coming together in his mind. The signs had been there all along, he’d just chosen to ignore them. “Aw, Ace. I’m sorry! I had no idea!”

Ace looked down at the ground. He was silent for a long time before whispering, “So, tell me, Loch. What do I got to do? I wanna know. I will do anything to have you for my own. I’m serious. What is it about him that’s so special?”

As Loch contemplated a reply to this question, he happened to look back at Monty. Ace followed his gaze and both of them found themselves staring at the huge jock. Monty looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. His hair was sticking up and his beard was disheveled. To Loch, though, he couldn’t have been more handsome. And that wasn’t all…

“Holy fuck.”

Loch tore his gaze away from his boyfriend and looked up at Ace, wondering what had prompted this outburst. Ace didn’t look at him, though. He was staring intently at Monty, his mouth hanging open. Perplexed, Loch followed his gaze and then flushed when he understood what had so thoroughly captured his friend’s attention.

Loch’s hunch was correct: Monty probably had just rolled out of bed and thrown on whatever clothes were lying on his bedroom floor. And, in his haste to make it to the practice on time, he’d neglected to put on any underpants. Consequently, the immense outline of ‘Mr. Floppy’ was emblazoned down his leg. In fact, if Loch’s eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he could have sworn that he could see Mr. Floppy’s head peering out at them from under the hemline of Monty’s knee-length shorts.

“That’s not fuckin’ real,” Ace breathed, face pale. He meant it to be a statement but it came out more like a question. “That’s can’t be fuckin’ real! That’s just not fuckin’ possible!”

Monty caught them staring in his direction and grinned. He gave Loch the thumbs up and waved, completely oblivious to the fact their attention wasn’t on him at all but rather upon the hulking VPL running down his leg. Loch returned the wave, murmuring under his breath, “It is possible and all too real. Monty’s got the biggest schlong in the world.”

***

Loch met up with Taz at the gym as planned. They lifted weights together, spotting each other and chatting. In between sets, Loch filled in his new friend on the details of his date with Monty, omitting nothing. When he was done, he plopped down on the bench next to Taz, staring miserably down at the floor.

“What should I do, Taz?” he asked. “I feel like such an idiot.”

Taz wiped the sweat off his brow, giving Loch a sympathetic look. He was clad in a little pair of shorts and a string tank, both pink of course. And he looked stunning. Loch had to admit he was a little envious of the guy for having everything a jock pussy could want, including a boyfriend who presumably wasn’t turned off by the presence of his peen.

“C’mere,” Taz said, standing up and offering Loch his hand. “Let’s take a shower. I got something I wanna show ya.”

Curious, Loch took his hand and allowed the dude to pull him into a standing position and then followed him as he sauntered out of the weight room. The two of them attracted more than their share of stares, some hostile, some curious and more than a few interested. Loch pretended not to notice the admiring glances but part of him was secretly pleased. His ego needed every boost it could get after last night’s disaster in the canoe.

Taz remained silent as they undressed at their lockers, pulling the little tank over his head and tossing it into his gym bag. His body was quite stunning: Long and lean on top and voluptuous on the bottom. His skin had darkened to rich mocha as a result of tanning sessions and his smooth skin was perfectly hairless. His big, fat butt jutted out behind him in the skimpy shorts. Loch stared at him with both appreciation and envy.

“What did you want to show me?” he asked finally. The locker room was nearly empty save for a couple guys on their way into the steam room.

Taz didn’t answer right away and instead bent over and pulled down his shorts, revealing the stylish pair of Andrew Christian briefs he had on underneath. As Loch stared at him, he straightened and nodded down at his crotch, saying, “This, Loch. This is what I wanted to show you.”

Loch followed his eyes downward toward the briefs. “I don’t get it–” he started to say before Taz thrust his crotch outward. Loch’s eyebrows went up.

The pouch of the briefs was…

…completely empty.

“What the…,” Loch breathed, heart suddenly hammering in his chest.

“Terrence had me shafted,” Taz said. When Loch continued to stare at him blankly, he explained, “Oh, it was completely voluntary. As soon as he asked, I told him I would do it. And he’s been so kind, so supportive! He’s letting me go at my own speed. I’m gonna have another inch taken off this weekend.”

“‘Shafted’?” Loch repeated, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what Taz was talking about but the idea was so alien, so terrifying that he fervently hoped he was wrong.

“Yeah, shafted,” Taz replied, giggling. “Isn’t it fuckin’ hot?”

With that, he flipped the waistband of his undies downward, revealing his perfectly hairless pubes…and the tiniest penis that Loch had ever seen. Scarcely the width of his little finger, it barely poked outward from Taz’s crotch. It couldn’t have been more than an inch and half long. And his balls…

“A-A-Are you, um, you know, a eu-eu-eu-eu–?”

“A eunuch?” Tax finished for him. “Not yet but soon! Terrence wants me to have it inverted into a real pussy so he can fuck me properly.”

Loch was sure whether to feel horrified or turned on and realized he was both. His very man-sized cock was stiffening rapidly in his shorts and his pulse was pounding in his ears. “But h-h-how?” he managed to stammer after opening and closing his mouth several times and no sound coming out. “Did you have surgery?”

Taz shuddered theatrically. “No, silly! It’s completely painless. No scalpel, no cuts, no blood. They just wrap a piece of magic tape around yer willy and–Presto!–in a few minutes, yer dick has been permanently reduced.” He reached out and took both of Loch’s hands in his own, clasping them together. “It’s the most amazing experience, Loch! And there are so many other pussy boys at the club where they do it. You won’t believe it!”

Embedded in this declaration was an unspoken question and Loch was no dullard. Feeling his throat constrict with terrified excitement, he asked, “Can I join you? Can I get shafted, too?”

***

Chapter 6

The following Saturday night, Loch accompanied Taz and Terrence to the shafting club, aptly named The Mushroom Cap Lounge. He was shaking with fear and excitement. His cock had been hard for days, chafing in his panties, as he contemplated what he was about to do. He couldn’t believe that it was possible to shrink a penis without surgery, let alone that the procedure was so popular! All of the guys he knew wanted a bigger cock, not a smaller one. Did he really want to go through with this? Taz warned him that the shafting could never be reversed; once started, his cock would never again regain its former glory.

“Take my advice,” Taz said on their way to the club, “and go slow! The most I’ve given up is an inch at a time. That will give you time to adjust and decide if you want to shrink more.”

Terrence, who was driving, reached over and squeezed Taz’s leg. The big man was clearly proud of his obedient jock pussy. Taz had told Loch how much Terrence loved watching his cock shrink but, at the same time, he’d never forced him to go through with it. “My dick used to be eight inches hard and five and half inches soft,” he confided, “but Terrence put up with it like a good alpha.” He’d paused to smile dreamily to himself before continuing, “Still, I could tell it bothered him. Pussy boys are ‘sposed to be small, you know? It reflects poorly on our alpha if we have a big cock. This will be the fifth time I’ve been shafted and I will finally be completely inferior to Terry; I’ll be left with only a little boi’s button!”

In the backseat, Loch wondered if Terrence was reliving those memories of watching Taz’s cock shrivel down to nothing. Spied through the rearview mirror, he could see big jock’s eyes glowing expectantly in the light of the dashboard. Just seeing Terrence’s excitement gave Loch a thrill; he imagined a similar look on Monty’s face when he saw what Loch had done to himself…

Monty!

He sighed at the thought of the big stud. He’d had to lie to him about where he was going, inventing some excuse that he hoped sounded plausible. Monty had been crushed; the football team had won a huge victory that day in their season opener and he’d asked Loch to celebrate with him and the rest of the team. The hurt and disappointment on his face were almost too much to bear when Loch turned him down. Still, Loch knew that Monty would try to stop him if he knew what he planned. Further, he knew that Monty would forgive him once he saw the results. Loch’s big dick was the only standing between him and true happiness and he would do anything to get rid of it.

Good riddance! he thought, looking down at the unwelcome bulge in his jeans. I can’t wait to shrink! Despite Taz’s admonition to go slow, he was planning to give up three inches of flaccid length which should leave him with a pretty small erection. He wasn’t sure exactly how it worked–Could you specify how many inches of your erection to give up or did they go by flaccid length?–but he didn’t want to tip his hand by bombarding Taz with too many questions out of fear that his friend would put the brakes on his plan. He forced himself to sit back and relax, ignoring his leaking cock and pounding heart.

The lounge was really crowded when they entered. Taz and Loch were each handed a bag to stash their belongings because, under club policy, pussy boys weren’t allowed to wear clothes. Loch quailed at the thought of stripping naked in front of everyone but Taz was reassuring.

“C’mon, just do it!” he said, putting a warm hand on Loch’s shoulder and guiding him into the changing room. “You’ll be surprised. We pussy boys look out for each other. It’s like a brotherhood of micro dudes. Plus,” he added, looking over his shoulder at Terrence as he closed the door behind them, “the alphas here won’t tolerate a pussy boy wearing real-man clothes.” 

Terrence, Loch noted, watched them go with some trepidation, obviously concerned that Loch was going to bolt. The big man relaxed, though, when they emerged a few minutes later, stark naked and holding their discarded clothing in a velvet bag.

Loch felt big and ugly next to Taz. His friend was the perfect jock pussy, sporting a tiny nub and obvious thong tan lines. (God, he’s just so pretty!) With his giant buttocks, smooth skin, and slender upper body, he moved with a sexy elegance that Loch strived to emulate. He couldn’t, though. Not with a big dick between his legs! He scowled down at his ungainly member, hating how it forced him to walk bowlegged. Once I’m tiny, he promised himself, I’ll swish around just like Taz!

“Aha!” someone barked, startling Loch. “Fresh meat for the chopping block!”

He looked up to find an enormous drag queen leering down at him.

“I’m Nurse Scratchit and I’ll be taking care of you this evening,” she rasped in a smoker’s voice, snatching the bags out of their hands. “That’s Scratchit as in, ‘If ya got an inch, scratch it.” She cackled gleefully at this, looking Loch up and down with a jaundiced eye. He did the same to her, noting her odd uniform. A perverse caricature of a 1950’s nurse’s outfit, she sported a starched white dress and winged cap, adorned with red piping. Wisps of her fire engine red hair stuck out of the side of the cap, giving her a wild look. White, stiletto heels and red fishnet stocking completed her ensemble and, in her hand, she clutched an enormous syringe filled with blood-red liquid. Her red lips curled in derision as she beheld his big, fat cock. Placing a hand adorned with shiny red nails on his arm, she soothed, “Don’t worry, sugar, we’ll get rid of that ugly thing in no time!”

Taz laughed at this, playfully batting her on the arm. “Oh, stop scaring him, Scratchit! Loch needs a lot of TLC. He’s doing a brave thing tonight, sacrificing himself for his alpha.”

The nurse’s demeanor softened a little with this and, when she smiled, her red lips twisted into an almost friendly snarl. “That’s right, soon-to-be lil’ man,” she purred, “Don’t worry, you’ll be so much happier once you’ve been snipped!”

“Snipped?!” Loch repeated, looking worriedly up at Taz. “I thought you said–”

“I did,” Taz reassured. “Relax, Loch. She’s just teasing you! The procedure is completely painless.”

“B-B-But what ‘bout that?” Loch stuttered, pointing at Scratchit’s syringe.

The nurse crowed with laughter, brandishing the syringe menacingly. “What, this? Why, it’s filled with cranberry juice, darling! I mix a mean mimosa if I do say so myself. C’mon! Follow me and I’ll take you back to the shafting room.”

She grabbed Loch by the arm and marched him down a long, dark hallway. A few men–all clothed–passed, casting admiring stares at Loch and Taz. Terrence shoved them roughly out of the way when they got too close. Loch was glad the big jock was there with them; he felt much safer!

As they passed by a big room, Loch stopped, curious. The doors opened into a large amphitheater surrounded by dozens of crowded tables. The room was dark except for a spotlight on the stage where another nurse, this one with frizzy green hair, was holding court. She wielded a syringe similar to Scratchit’s, only hers was filled with a sickly green liquid. Lemme guess, Loch thought, that’s Absinthe.

As he watched, the nurse announced to the room, “And let’s hear it for our first vict–I mean, contestant! Give it up for Doctor Bob! Bob is a medical student who’s hoping to raise enough tonight to pay off his student loans!”

Wild applause erupted as a young man dressed in blue scrubs strutted out onto the stage. He was very handsome, Loch noted, being of medium height and possessing classic male model features. Oh, you know the type: Blond hair, high cheekbones, pinched nose, tiny ears, cleft chin and pouty lips. He smirked as he looked out at the crowd, pulling off his smock to reveal a smooth, lithe, sculpted chest. “Yeah, that’s right!” he sneered. “I know ya wanna piece of this,” he motioned to his beautiful, sinewy body, “but first ya gotta pay. A lot!”

“Oh, someone’s gonna pay dearly, trust me,” the nurse emcee muttered, rolling her eyes. Muffling laughter broke out from the crowd. ‘Doctor Bob’ ignored them, flexing provocatively and thrusting his crotch forward to expose an eye-popping bulge. The emcee leaned over and urged, “Go on, Bob. Show ‘em the goods. They need to see what they’re bidding on!”

The cocky jock needed no further encouragement and reached down to whip off his scrubs in one fluid motion. In a second, he was standing there fully naked, his giant cock and balls flopping heavily between his lean thighs. Loch gasped. Doctor Bob was hung like a fucking stallion! Oh, he was nowhere near as gifted as Monty but he was eye-poppingly huge nonetheless. His giant schlong was thicker than a meaty beer can!

Loch goggled. He’d never seen a guy so stunning before and, despite the fact he didn’t care for the stud’s attitude, he couldn’t help feeling a bit smitten. He had to sternly remind himself that he belonged to Monty and Monty only. Even so, his cock plumped up at the sight of the godlike med student.

Just then, Taz appeared at his shoulder, tugging him onward. Apologetic, Loch looked over to find Terrence and Scratchit waiting impatiently further down the hallway. He knew he should join them but he was too overcome with curiosity to leave just yet.

“What is this?” he asked Taz, gesturing inside the room. “What’s going on?”

Taz’s nose wrinkled. “Oh, this is the auction,” he said. “It’s, um…not very nice.”

“What do you mean?”

Taz motioned toward Doctor Bob who was still strutting across the stage like a prize rooster. “He thinks the crowd is bidding on an evening with him but the reality is…” his voice trailed off and he didn’t finish the sentence.

“What? What’re they really bidding on?” Loch pressed, skin prickling with fascinated dread.

Taz sighed, looking from Loch to the waiting Terrence and Scratchit. Finally, he sighed and waved them onward. “Go on,” he called out. “We’ll join ya in a minute. Loch wants to watch the auction.” Terrence rolled his eyes but didn’t protest. A moment later, he and Scratchit continued on their way.

Loch turned back just as the emcee opened the bidding. “Go on, folx!” she yelled, “go ahead and bid as generously as you can! Bob here has signed away his life! He’s lifted all restrictions. Everything–and I do mean everything–is on the table!”

Bob smirked, waggling his huge cock so that it slapped noisily against his smooth thighs. “That’s right, bitches!” he crowed. “This can all be yers!”

“Oh, it will be,” the emcee murmured, stroking the deadly tip of her long syringe. “It will be!”

A hush fell over the crowd as the men at the tables pulled out their smartphones and opened the bidding app. A large-screen television on the wall behind Bob showed the progress. Loch gaped as the total rapidly shot up, cresting well over $100,000 in no time. When it hit $200,000, Bob pumped his fist in the air. “C’mon $250,000!” he shouted, thrusting suggestively, “C’mon $250,000! I’ll be free and clear!”

It was his lucky night; the final bids totaled just over a quarter of a million dollars. Bob was ecstatic, raising his arms in victory and pledging to make the winners very happy men. “You won’t regret it,” he promised. “I’m no faggot but I’ll pop the ol’ Viagra and give ya the best time of yer life!”

“Thank you! Thank you!” the emcee called out to the crowd. Her words might be gracious but her lips curled nastily. “Will the winning bidders complete their transactions and head backstage? Our nurse’s aides will assist you with the transfer.”

With that, she led Bob by the arm over to a strange contraption that a couple of nurses had just rolled out onto the stage. It looked like a modified electric chair, complete with clamps to hold the victim’s arms and legs in place. A metallic cap dangled by a frayed electrical cord overhead. Loch’s chest clenched at the sight of it and he cast a worried glance over to Taz who smiled grimly, commenting, “I tole ya it’s not very nice. The poor dude’s totally clueless ‘bout what’s gonna happen to him.”

Bob was so delirious with the excitement of having his student loans paid off that he didn’t resist as the emcee urged him to sit down in the chair, fastening the clamps over his wrists and ankles. She lowered the cap down over his head and a primitive display blinked on over his head. It read: 

• Height: 70 inches
• Weight: 155 pounds
• Flaccid Length: 7 inches
• Erect Length: 12 inches
• Age: 23
• IQ: 120

The emcee swished her starched skirt, waltzing over to the side of the stage where the handle of a large switch was perched somewhat ominously on a stand. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she asked the crowd, “Are you ready to make Doctor Bob pay?”

The answer was a resounding, “YES!” The audience members leaped to their feet, applauding wildly, urging the nurse to throw the switch. Belatedly, Bob snapped out of his euphoria, looking down in bewilderment at his bound arms and legs. Wild panic filled his eyes when he realized what was about to happen. He twisted his neck, trying to dislodge the silly cap from his head but the nurse had already locked a collar around his neck. He was completely immobilized.

“Hey, wait!” he yelled, struggling ineffectually against the restraints. “What the fuck is goin’ on? I didn’t–!”

“Just sit back and relax,” the nurse cooed, placing her hand on the switch. Even from his vantage point at the door, Loch could see her lacquered nails; they were three inches long and painted a lurid green. “It’ll be over in no time, honey!”

“NO, WAIT!” Bob wailed but it was too late. The nurse had already thrown the switch. There was a breathless silence as the spotlight flickered and then the air crackled with a burst of static electricity. Blue lightning bolts arched out of the cap, frying the hapless Bob’s head. He arched his back and screamed, body going stiff with agony. Loch cried out in sympathy. This was too much!

The stage went dark.

When the lights came back up a few moments later, Bob and the electric chair were completely enshrouded by a thick cloud of smoke. The audience could hear the stud’s muffled coughing followed by a low groan. Loch exchanged a worried glance with Taz before turning back. He was just in time to see the last tendrils of smoke drift away.

His jaw dropped.

“No fuckin’ way!” he exclaimed, staring aghast at the repulsive freak on the stage. “That can’t be him! This is just a trick. They rolled him out while the lights were off. That thing isn’t really him!”

Beside him, Taz shook his head. “Nope, trust me, that’s Bob. I’ve seen it before and can attest that it’s not fake. I know a dude from the basketball team–one of Terrence’s friends–who was auctioned off. He used to be taller than Terry but now he’s four feet two and wider than he is tall.” When this was met with a skeptical eyebrow, Taz shrugged. “Didn’t Arthur C. Clarke say that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic? Well, this is advanced stuff, Loch. Some anonymous billionaire backs the club. He’s poured millions into it over the years and takes a cut of the auction money.”

Loch couldn’t stop staring. Despite his horror and disbelief, his cock stirred at the sight. Soon, his ten-incher was straining so hard it pressed against Taz’s thigh. His friend looked down at it and flushed, cheeks going rosy, before he carefully shifted away.

Try as he might, Loch couldn’t reconcile the beast sitting in Bob’s place with the formerly lithe, lean jock with the face of a young god. He looked up at the glowing display over the monster’s head, giving a start when he saw that it now read:

• Height: 82 inches
• Weight: 395 pounds
• Flaccid Length: 1 inches
• Erect Length: 1.25 inches
• Age: 34
• IQ: 48

The emcee was busy unfastening the restraints as the ‘Bob-beast’ moaned, lifting his great head. He shook scraggly blond dreadlocks out of his eyes and stared balefully at the nurse. Loch was a long way from the stage but even he registered the dull stupor in the former med student’s gaze; it was clear that the mind behind those eyes was now utterly devoid of any semblance of intelligence. Bob’s heavy, thickened brow scrunched up in surprise as two of the nurse’s aides wheeled in a full-length mirror and placed it before him. His jutting jaw fell open and his slack maw gaped in despair at his reflection. He heaved his great, barrel chest to speak but, instead of the doctor’s former clipped, precise speech, now only a deep, guttural groan came out: “Uh, DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The beast clapped his oversized mitts over his mouth, startled by the unfamiliar sound. He sat there in shock for a long time before trying to speak again. After opening and closing his mouth several times, at last he managed to grunt, “Uh–DUHHHH!–like, wha’ happ’n ta me?”

“Oh, what? Did you forget already?” the nurse asked coyly, sounding like she was talking to a small child. “Your debts have been forgiven, Bob. You have paid them off with your body and mind.” She motioned to the flashing display over the creature’s big melon head, “This is who you are now. Welcome to your new life as Big, Dumb Bob!”

Bob threw back his head and howled, a terrible sound filled with such despair that it made Loch shiver. Flailing his mutantly huge arms and legs, the beast somehow managed to lurch to his feet and stood swaying precariously in front of the tall mirror. At nearly seven feet tall, he was a true giant. Gone were his perfectly sculpted muscles and flawless skin, in their place was a mass of steroidal bloat covered in man fur. His arms stuck out from his sides, overloaded with lumpy muscles. His shoulders had swallowed his neck and his boulder-sized pecs sagged listlessly before him. Such was the pull of gravity on his new rack that his swollen nipples pointed straight down at the floor. His thighs and ass were mammoth-sized and just about as wooly. An inflated roid gut hung out in front of him, nearly obscuring his crotch. This was a mixed blessing because the tiny nub barely poking out from his dense bush of pubic hair was nothing you would want to draw attention to.

Tears filled the big galoot’s eyes, pouring down his pock-marked cheeks. “WAAAAAAAH!” he balled, “ME U-U-UGLY! ME FREEEEEEEEEEEEK!”

This elicited a cackle of glee from the emcee who couldn’t resist goading, “Yer fuckin’ THOOOOPID, too! Don’t forget that, Bob. Just a big, dumb, ugly ape.”

Bob bawled louder, rubbing his eyes and staring down at his supremely oversized body. Oversized everywhere, that is, except for one critical area. Bob’s wail increased in volume as he moved his swollen roid gut out of the way to reveal his shrunken knob. Crying out, he pawed at his little nub and pea-sized nuts as if he thought doing so would restore them to their former glory. His efforts were useless, of course, and he was left gaping down at his nonexistent manhood.

“MY PEE-PEE!” he hollered. “PEE-PEE GONE!!! WANT PEE-PEE BAAAAAACK!!!”

“Get over yourself, Bob,” the emcee chided. “There’s nothing you can do. This is the new you. Do I need to remind you that you signed up for this?”

“NOOOOOO!” Bob cried. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Loch exchanged a glance with Taz whose face was ashen.

“Your new ‘uniform,’ Bob,” the emcee announced, presenting him with a tiny, lime-green posing strap. “This is what you will wear from now on. You can thank your new sponsor for this, um, honor.” When Bob merely stared blankly at her, his dull, blue eyes swiveling from the miniscule posing strap to her sneering face, she sighed impatiently. “Your sponsor, Bob, is StupidMuscleSluts.com. Yer their newest whore. Now put this on and get ready to work harder than you’ve ever had to work before. Your first client is already waiting in the wings to stretch out yer hairy man cunt.”

Beast Bob refused to budge. It wasn’t clear to Loch if he was refusing to do so or if he was just too stupid to understand. The nurse pursed her lips in exasperation before slapping herself to the forehead. “Oh, silly me!” she exclaimed. “You’d think I was the idiot here. I forgot the last part!”

Seemingly out of nowhere, she produced a shiny speculum and, stepping up on a stool, she proceeded to wave it back and forth before Bob’s vacant gaze. It didn’t take long for him to slip into a hypnotic trance and soon his ugly maw was hanging open and his eyeballs had rolled up in his thick skull. Drool slid out of the corners of his big lips, dribbling down onto his bloated tits.

“Cock,” the nurse intoned. “All you think about now is cock. You wanna suck cock but, more than anything, you wanna get fucked by a big, fat, juicy cock. It’s what you live for now, Bob. Cock. Cock. COCK. Do you understand, Bob?”

The big, dumb brute nodded. It was incredibly unsettling watching the empty expression on his face shift to one of insatiable hunger. By the time she’d lowered the speculum and snapped her fingers, Caveman Bob had been transformed forever into a rabidly hungry bottom slut. 

He clumsily reached out and, grabbing the tiny thong out of the nurse’s hand, squatted down with difficulty to pull it on (giving the audience an eyeful as he did so.) It didn’t look like the posing strap would fit but it did. Soon, the disgusting, hairy ape was clad incongruously in the meager garment, the empty pouch of which shone like a beacon, telegraphing to everyone his complete absence of manhood. He then turned and, arching his back to make his massively obscene butt cheeks flare eagerly, he staggered off the stage, guided by a nurse’s aide on each side.

Loch and Taz stared after him, unmoving. After a moment, Loch swallowed and looked down at the floor. He was embarrassed and confused. Why had he stayed to watch this macabre act? Worse, why had he found it such a huge turn-on? Even though he strove to deny it, he had to admit that part of him actually envied Bob. Having an empty head, a giant ass, a hungry hole and a micro dick…Ungh! Taking load after load after load without a thought in the world! Talk about a dream come true!

***

Chapter 7

Taz was tugging on his arm. “C’mon, bro! Let’s go.”

Loch looked at him, still in a daze after witnessing the bizarre auction and Doctor Bob’s ignominious transformation. “I can’t believe it,” he said, mindful that his cock was still half hard between his legs. “How does that work?”

“I’ll explain on the way,” Taz said, pulling him away from the doorway. As they made their way down the darkened hallway, shrinking away from the leering alphas who passed by them, he said, “People placed bids on his attributes and the highest bidders won them. Somehow, that machine transferred Bob’s…er, assets to them.”

“Incredible!” Loch breathed. “It’s like science fiction! So, someone is now the proud owner of his huge cock and balls?”

Taz nodded.

“And his intellect?”

Another nod and Taz added, “Don’t forget ‘bout his age. Some dude is now ten years younger than he was just a half hour ago.”

Loch halted mid stride, mind whirring with the implications. “Wait, he grew huge and gained a lot of muscle mass. Doesn’t that mean that someone—”

“Yes,” Taz answered. “The transfer works both ways. Someone ‘gave’ Bob over two hundred pounds of his muscle and a foot of his height.”

Loch’s mind boggled. “Two hundred pounds and a foot of height! Holy shit! Who has that much size and muscle to give away?”

Taz was about to reply when a swinging door flew open beside them and a scrawny little guy was tossed out onto the floor at their feet. They looked down at him in confusion as bouncer on the other side of the door, shouted, “Get the fuck out and stay out! We don’t need ya anymore!”

Instinctively, Loch knelt down and helped the poor guy to his feet. He was stark naked–just like them–and appeared to be in his late thirties, maybe a little older. A quick glance downward confirmed that he was indisputably a pussy boy because Loch had to squint to make out the tiny mushroom cap poking out from his smooth, hairless crotch. He didn’t appear to have any testicles.

“Are you Ok?” Loch asked, steadying the little man by the arm. As he did so, he realized he wasn’t even five feet tall.

The guy moaned, holding his balding head in his small hands and massaging his forehead. Taz put his hand on his back, soothing, “Take it easy. Did you hit your head?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so,” the dude replied in a small, scared voice. “Where am I?”

Loch and Taz exchanged glances. “Um, you’re at the Mushroom Cap Lounge,” Taz said, “you know, the place where pussy boys like us come to get shafted.”

“Shafted? What–?” the man started to say but then froze, staring in shock down at himself. He stood there, unmoving for so long that Loch began to worry. Just as he was going to ask him if he was alright, the little guy shouted, “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME? WHERE IS MY PENIS? AND WHY AM I SO SMALL?!”

Loch swallowed and looked helplessly up at Taz who was watching the tiny guy with a furrowed brow. Taz was clearly just as confused as he was and lifted his shoulders in perplexity. As they struggled to figure out how to respond, the little guy collapsed, curling up in a ball and burying his face in his knees. Soon, his pathetic sobs echoed down the hallway. 

Loch’s heart twisted in his chest; he didn’t know precisely what had happened to the tiny dude but he did have a suspicion. Squatting down, he squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. When the dude didn’t pull away, he took him in his arms, hugging him against his chest. He expected the guy to shove him away but instead he melted into his embrace, nuzzling into his armpit and crying uncontrollably.

Taz stood watch over them, pushing passing men out of the way when they got too close. They waited a long time for the guy to pull himself together. Finally, after five long minutes, he blew his nose and wiped his face on Loch’s arm, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes.

Loch smiled. “How about you tell us your name? I’m Loch. Loch Nichols. And this is Taz Contreras. We’re pussy boys…like you.”

The man looked confused by the use of the term ‘pussy boy’ but nonetheless answered, “I’m Hank Hawkins. I’m a senior at Marshall State. Class of 2014. I’ll graduate this spring.”

The hair on the back of Loch’s neck stood on end at this and he looked up at Taz with raised eyebrows. Didn’t Hank realize it was 2023? And he looked a bit old to be a college student, unless he’d started attending college late in life.

Loch opened his mouth to speak but had second thoughts and decided not to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he said, “Nice to meet you, Hank. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?”

Hank’s brow furrowed. “I…I remember signing up for a lottery or something. I wanted to…win enough to pay off my loans.”

Loch nodded, the pieces of the puzzle coming together. A quick glance at Taz confirmed that he, too, had figured out the cause of lil’ Hank’s plight. Loch took a deep breath, plunging ahead, “Lemme guess: You used to be taller and, well, you know, bigger…down there.”

Hank nodded and started to sniffle again but this time he shook his head defiantly, refusing to give in to the tears. Hanging his head, he stammered, “I-I-I didn’t…I mean, I didn’t look like this! I don’t know what happened to me!” Looking up at Loch, he begged, “Tell me! If you know what happened, please tell me!”

Loch sighed. He debated whether to tell Hank the whole truth, not knowing if he could handle it in his fragile state. He met Taz’s eyes and, when his friend nodded, he plunged ahead. “Listen Hank, this is going to sound crazy but you were auctioned off. They stole your cock size, IQ and youth. You probably also got loaded down with a ton of muscle in the deal, too. I don’t know for sure but I’m gonna guess that you spent the last nine years as a sex slave, bred by dozens and dozens of johns until you were too old and, well, used up. Tonight, they brought you back to the auction and gave away yer muscles and height, leaving you like this.” He paused, gaze flicking to Hank’s face. The little guy’s lower lip was quivering and his eyes had gone round. Feeling like he needed to do something to assuage Hank’s misery, he added lamely, “Um, well, at least it looks like they gave ya back some of yer brain cells. You were probably dumber than a lump of clay until just now.”

Hank was quiet for a long time, processing this unfathomable information. In a testament to his resilience, he didn’t crumple again, though. Finally, he asked, “Nine years? I’ve been a…sex slave…for nine years? Does that mean it’s–?”

“Yep,” Loch said, nodding. “It’s now 2023. Saturday, September 23rd, to be exact.”

Hank’s eyes went flat and his slender shoulders slouched in defeat. After a long pause, he stiffly extricated himself from Loch’s embrace, pushing himself upright. Standing, his head was only level with Loch’s big man tits and Taz’s stomach. From his low vantage point, he had a clear view of their crotches and Loch couldn’t help noticing the fire of eagerness that flashed across his face as he took in the sight of Loch’s big dick and low hangers. Hank licked his lips before catching himself with a shudder. So, Loch thought, Hank’s still a little cockslut.

“I want a mirror,” the lil’ dude stated. “I need to see what I look like.”

“Um, are you sure…?” Loch queried delicately. “Maybe it’s better if–”

“No!” Hank insisted. “I need to see what they did to me! I need to know!”

Taz led him down the hall to a small bathroom. Loch was inclined to wait outside but Hank grabbed his hand and tugged him inside. “Please,” he begged. “I can’t do this alone.”

Loch followed him into the bathroom. After hesitating, Taz joined them. Soon, they were standing on either side of Hank as he gaped at his reflection in the mirror. He held up his skeletal arms and doll-sized hands, unable to stop staring at them. In the bright light of the bathroom, his age was undeniable. The crow’s feet around his eyes, wrinkles on his face, receding hairline and white hairs on his head belonged to a man in his mid forties. And then there was his concave chest, shrunken stature and microscopic penis. 

Hank stood there, dumbfounded, raising shaking hands to run his fingers over the wrinkles on his face. He stifled a moan as he took in his deeply receding hairline. Finally, he wailed, “No! No! NO! This can’t be me! I’m the team quarterback! I’m a fuckin’ stud! I’m loaded with muscles and have a fuckin’ HUGE COCK! I’m six feet tall AND I’M YOUNG! How the FUCK can I be an OLD, BALD, SHRIVELED DWARF?!”

What could they say to this? Nothing. Both Loch and Taz could only stand helplessly behind the hapless lil’ guy, robbed of his manhood and rendered shrunken and old before his time.

Despite everything, Loch decided Hank was still handsome and looked younger than he probably was due to his childlike stature and smooth, hairless skin. If he squinted, he could still detect the shadowy remnants of Hank’s former stellar physique and masculine beauty. Hank must’ve been a virile stud in his day, probably looking very similar to Doctor Bob…before his transformation, of course. And then there were his pert, tiny buttocks. Yeah, Hank might be small and old but he still was cute! Even though Loch was a big ol’ bottom, he had to admit he was curious what it would be like to fuck such a perky, perfect ass.

Finally, Hank set his jaw and forced himself to tear his gaze away from his reflection. He looked up at Taz, saying, “You’re like me.” He pointed at Taz’s tiny nub. “You’re small, too. Were you a slave as well?”

Taz laughed. “Hardly! No, I shafted myself. I’m happy being small.” As he said this, he thrust out his hip, displaying his silicone-inflated buttocks for Hank’s inspection. “I’m a pussy boy and proud of it!”

Hank blanched as he examined Taz’s massive ass cheeks. After a moment, he turned to Loch. “And you?” He jerked his chin at Loch’s giant cock. “What about you?”

Loch flushed. “I’m a pussy boy, too. I just haven’t given up my size yet. Soon, though, I’m gonna look just like Taz here.”

This elicited a horrified shudder from Hank. “But why?” he demanded. “Why would you do that to yourselves willingly?”

“It’s not for me,” Loch explained, placing a hand on Hank’s narrow shoulder. “It’s for my alpha. He’s…well, he’s not into my dick. Like, at all. And I wanna make him happy.”

“Same here,” Taz chimed in. “My alpha’s gonna give me a real pussy soon and I can’t wait!”

The color drained from Hank’s face at this and he started to back away from them. The next moment, though, he seemed to think better of it and stopped. Taz and Loch watched as he made a decision, a look of grim determination settling over his features. Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and said, “Well, then. I know this is sudden but will you have me? If what you say is true and it’s now 2023, I don’t have anywhere to go now and…I have no idea if anyone would recognize me anyway. It’s been nine years and…,” he looked down at himself, scowling, “I’ve changed a lot. Even if my family did take me back, I’m not sure I could face them.” When neither replied right away, Hank grew worried and pleaded, “Please! I’ll take good care of you! I used to be straight but don’t think I am anymore. I’m sure I can pleasure you! I’ll suck yer cocks! I’ll let you f–”

“Stop!” Loch commanded. It pained him to see the little guy debasing himself. “Of course, you can come with us, Hank! And, no, you don’t have to whore yourself out anymore. You’re a free man now.”

***

Terrence was waiting for them in the Shafting Lounge. He’d commandeered a booth and was sitting back, sipping a beer with his feet up, massive arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face as he watched the proceedings. Loch’s jaw fell when he entered. The lounge decor was almost entirely made of shiny red leather. The booths, the chairs, the tables, the walls, even the bar at the far end…all covered in red leather. The carpet was plush red velvet and the ceiling was draped with red satin. Overhead, chandeliers hung from red chains, sparkling with rubies. Red, red, red. The color of blood and the color of desire.

The room was full of naked pussy boys and their smirking alphas. Every table was crowded and every booth was packed. Taz had to tug Loch and Hank along by the hand; the sheer carnality and spectacle of the place had rendered them quite awestruck. Loch shivered, wishing fervently that Monty was there to protect him. All eyes swiveled to his crotch as he entered and he felt acutely self-conscious being the only pussy boy in the place with a man-sized package.

They were about to sit down in the booth with Terrence when Nurse Scratchit reappeared, scolding, “Tut, tut, bois! No bare buttholes on the upholstery! It’s unhygienic; the health department would shut us down in a hot minute!” She handed them each a red napkin that they put down on the seat cushions before sitting down. Taz snuggled up next to Terrence and Loch helped the tiny Hank up onto the seat before squeezing in beside him. Sandwiched between Taz and Loch, Hank sighed happily. 

When they were settled, Scratchit asked, “Now, what can I get you?”

“I’ll have a mimosa!” Loch chirped, earning a nasty leer from Scratchit.

“I wasn’t talkin’ bout a drink, cupcake,” she snarled. “I mean how much are ya gettin’ hacked off tonight?”

Loch blanched, unconsciously crossing his legs and causing Taz to intercede. “Can we see a menu?” he inquired politely. “Loch is new and doesn’t know how this works.”

“Why sure thing, honey.” Scratchit replied, pursing her blood-red lips. “I’ll be right back.” With that, she sashayed off, leaving Loch trembling with fear and anticipation. He’d been so preoccupied with the auction and Hank that he’d almost forgotten what he was about to have done to himself. Was he really ready to do this?

While they waited, Taz and Terrence cuddled and Hank seemed to fold in on himself. The poor little guy was obviously overwhelmed and had no clue what was going on around him. This left Loch alone with his thoughts and he quickly distracted himself by observing the other tables.

There was at least one alpha at each table, sometimes with several pussy boys. The alphas were uniformly big, muscular and self-assured–not to mention fully clothed–like lions surveying their pride on the grassy savannah. And the pussy boys were small, meek and obsequious. Like me, Loch thought, remembering how being with Monty made him realize that his sole purpose in life was to please his alpha. All he wanted was to be Monty’s perfect jock pussy, inferior in every way and ready to serve. The thought sent a frisson of pleasure through him and he shivered, his determination to do away with his ungainly penis returning with a vengeance. Being there made him change his mind; he was prepared to do away with even more than three inches!

One table caught his attention and he turned, eying the occupants with interest. Taz caught him staring and turned, curious. “Isn’t that–?” Loch began and Taz nodded. “Yep, that’s the Phi Alpha Gamma president, Curtis Wilde. Looks like he’s here with a bunch of new pledges.”

Loch goggled. Curtis Wilde was the quintessential Big Man on Campus being both the star quarterback and senior class president. The cocksure image of a young Tom Brady, the stud had the looks to match his prowess. Even Monty’s stellar reputation was nothing compared to Curtis’.

“I didn’t know he’s gay!” Loch whispered. “Monty never said anything about him. And why is he here tonight and not celebrating with the rest of the football team?”

“He’s bi,” Taz said with a shrug. “And who knows why he’s here? It must be part of the initiation for the new pledges.”

“Initiation…?”

Taz narrowed his eyes. “C’mon, bro! Think! Why else would they be here? Curtis is gonna make ‘em shrink. He won’t tolerate anyone in his frat with a cock bigger than his.”

Loch’s mind blanked with this news; he’d never considered that something like that was possible. “That’s fuckin’–”

“That’s a fuckin’ alpha,” Taz finished for him. “They do as they please. Now watch. Looks like the pledges are getting ready for their shafting. You can see how it works.”

Taz was right. As they stared, a nurse with purple hair, purple stockings and long purple fingernails approached the frat’s table. She carried a tray laden with what appeared to be several rolls of tape of varying thickness. Loch straightened, interest piqued as he noted that Curtis was ringed by four of the hottest naked studs imaginable. All four were as handsome as the most popular Instagram influencers, sporting perfect physiques and stylish hairstyles. Rather than cocky, though, they seemed distinctly subdued and Loch deduced they weren’t exactly thrilled about getting their cocks shrunk down to size.

One of the pledges looked familiar and Loch realized he’d seen him strutting around campus that fall. He was a freshman but acted like he was a senior. Tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, he moved with an arrogance that verged on haughtiness. With a close-cropped, black beard, a military crew cut and ice-blue eyes, he knew he was hot shit and never let anyone forget it. Loch couldn’t help feeling a little gleeful at seeing the supercilious prick stripped naked and looking decidedly chastened.

Curtis murmured something that Loch didn’t quite catch and held up his fist. Loch squinted, realizing that the frat president was holding four straws. With a jerk of his chin, Curtis urged the four guys to choose one.

“They’re gonna draw ‘em,” Taz explained. “The length of the straw will determine how many inches they have to give up.”

Loch craned his neck, eager to see what happened next. The pledges exchanged nervous glances before the first, the dark-haired guy that Loch had recognized, reached out with a shaking hand and drew a straw. Holding it up, his face fell and the rest of the table jeered.

The straw was four inches long.

Loch turned to Taz, breathless. “Does that mean…?”

Taz nodded. “Yep. He has to give up four inches.”

“Wow,” Loch sighed, awed. He sat there, letting this sink in and feeling his cock plump up between his thighs before he was struck by another thought. “Is that four inches of flaccid length or–?”

“Flaccid,” Taz stated. “It’s always your flaccid length.”

“Holy shit! But that means…”

He didn’t need to finish. The hapless stud who’d drawn the long straw was already begging Curtis to let him off the hook. “PLEASE!” he shouted, getting down on his knees in front of the table and exposing everyone behind him to the sight of his perfect, muscular ass spread so wide his tight butthole winked at them. “I’LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING! But I can’t give up that much! It’ll leave me with NOTHING!”

Curtis was unmoved. Lip lifting in a sneer, he turned to the nurse with purple hair, ordering, “Get him ready. He’s taking the four-inch roll.”

The nurse nodded and, placing the tray on the table, picked up the thickest roll of tape. At four inches wide, it was wider than a roll of duct tape. The color, Loch noticed, was red. With a sigh, the nurse bent down and lifted the pleading pledge to his feet, forcing him to stand there naked on full display to the room with his crotch thrusting forward at Curtis and the rest of the pledges. The poor guy cried out in desperation and looked like he was going to make a run for it but he stopped when the nurse lifted a familiar object and dangled it before his eyes.

It was a shiny speculum. Just like the one used to hypnotize Doctor Bob after the auction.

The nurse whispered something inaudible and instantly the young stud’s hands fell to his sides and he stared straight ahead, a robotic expression on his face. Tears still streamed down his face, though. And, even from halfway across the room, Loch could see his blue eyes were filled with abject terror.

The reason for this distress was obvious: Flaccid, the dude’s cock wasn’t even four inches long. If anything, it was less than two. (Huh, Loch thought, I woulda thought he’d be bigger. He sure acted like he was hung like a horse. Guess it was all just a show.)

The room went silent as the naked, hypnotized stud stood there, shoulders thrown back and head held unnaturally high. His whole body was shaking and his lower lip stuck out in a pout. Tears poured out of his eyes and Loch could hear the muffled sounds of his sobbing. As much as he liked seeing the arrogant fuck reduced to tears, Loch couldn’t help feeling a little bad for him. Clearly, the guy wasn’t a natural pussy boy; he was being forced to become one against his will.

“But if he loses four inches,” Loch began, skin prickling with both dread and excitement, “doesn’t that mean…?”

Taz nodded unhappily. “Yeah, he’s gonna be completely pussified. It’s pretty fucked up. I didn’t realize that Curtis was so evil.” He glanced over at Terrence appreciatively, adding, “A good alpha doesn’t force his pussy boy to shrink. Terrence would never–”

“I wouldn’t,” Terrence agreed, interrupting, “but I still think it’s pretty fuckin’ hot. I mean, look at him! What alpha wouldn’t want his pussy boy to have a real cunt?”

Surprisingly, Taz smiled at this. Placing his smaller hand over Terrence’s huge one, he squeezed it, promising, “You know I’m just about ready, right? Just gimme a few weeks. I need time to adjust to the idea of having a pussy between my legs.”

“I know, baby. I know. And I’m so proud of you!” Terrence leaned down and kissed the top of Taz’s head making Loch go insane with envy. Oh, how he longed to have Monty here with him!

They turned back to the scene unfolding before them. The whole room watched the naked pledge get ready to lose everything. The nurse was in no hurry, though, and took her time unwrapping the tape from the roll. With tender care, she reached out with her long nails and plucked at the pledge’s tiny member, stretching it out to its full, insignificant length and then covering it with a layer of red tape. The poor guy whimpered pathetically as she did so; he was trembling from head to toe with fear and trepidation.

Loch had no idea what to expect and was therefore taken aback when the tape started glowing. At first a dull red, it soon pulsed a lurid crimson, throbbing in time with the pledge’s erratic heartbeat. Then there was a collective gasp as the tape flared brightly before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

With an audible–THOOP!–Loch stared in disbelief as the dude’s schlong shriveled down to nothing before getting sucked inside his body. Still standing rigidly upright, the pledge let out a strangled howl of despair as his precious cock inverted, pulling in to become a permanent pussy.

Muffled gasps and scattered applause broke out from the onlookers and Loch realized with a shock of embarrassment that his cock was achingly erect. He covered it with his hands (and from Hank’s hungry stare), feeling both horrified and incredibly turned on. It was a familiar feeling by then; he’d felt the same way after watching Doctor Bob’s ignominious transformation. He couldn’t stop staring at the incongruous sight of the obviously male pledge standing there with a new, gaping pussy over his pendulous balls. How was that possible?

“Yer a true pussy boy now,” Curtis pronounced, smirking. “Come here, Pussy Boy, and sit down on Daddy’s lap.” He patted the tops of his thighs patronizingly. Looking nauseated, the pledge had no choice but to obey, walking on stiff legs over to Curtis and folding down onto his lap.

He sat there woodenly, looking like a puppet master’s marionette with a grimace of self-loathing and despair etched across his handsome face. If anything, his humiliation only seemed to make Curtis bolder and he petted him, lavishing the pledge with praises that somehow also rubbed his face in his new pussified condition.

Gradually, something strange began to happen. It was subtle at first but soon Loch knew he wasn’t imagining it: The pledge began to respond to Curtis’ ministrations. Oh, his face was still frozen in a rictus of self-hatred but his body became soft and pliable in the frat president’s hands. It’s the hypnosis, Loch thought. It’s gotta be. Just like Doctor Bob, he’s becoming a total bottom slut!

It was disturbing to watch. The pledge arched his back, inviting Curtis’ hands to explore his body. Curtis didn’t need any further encouragement and soon the guy was moaning like a bitch in heat as the frat stroked his new pussy, inserting a fat finger and wiggling it provocatively. A look of pure revulsion clouded the pledge’s face as he writhed uncontrollably on Curtis’ lap, begging, “Fuck me! Please, Daddy Please fuck my new pussy! Stretch me out! I’m Daddy’s little cockslut!”

“There’ll be time for that later,” Curtis teased, savoring his pledge’s debasement. He withdrew his finger and licked it before turning to the remaining pledges. “We still have three more guys to put in their places. Now, who’s next?”

The spectacle was less riveting for the remaining pledges who lost three, two and one inch respectively, leaving them with only laughable nubs where they had once sported man-sized clubs. Because they lost flaccid length, Loch knew that they’d given up far more in erect length. The guys were now all permanently tiny, the smallest of which would never be able to penetrate anything again. It was thrilling beyond belief!

When all four pledges were reduced, Curtis leaned back and unzipped his jeans. Loch gasped at the magnificence of the giant cock that sprang forth, more than a foot long and wider than a firehose. He swallowed drool as he watched the pledges take turns kneeling down and pleasuring their alpha. Curtis threw back his head and moaned as they sucked, a deep basso profundo that reverberated through the air, sending chills down Loch’s back and making his cock leak pre.

“Here’s yer menu,” Scratchit announced, startling him when she plopped a folded placard down in front of him. “You’ve seen the show so you know what to expect. I’ll be back in a minute to take yer order.” She grinned wickedly, reaching down to tweak his nose before flouncing away.

“Remember, Loch,” Taz warned after she’d left. “Go slow! An inch is more than enough for your first time!”

“Yeah, don’t give up too much,” Hank pleaded. “You got such a hot cock! I’d give anything to–” He choked off the sentence, clapping his tiny hands over his mouth and looking chagrined. It was clear that he was still uncomfortable with being a bottom slut. If it was true what he’d revealed about his life prior to being auctioned in 2014, Loch knew that Hank had been the equivalent of Curtis Wilde: A Big Man on Campus with a giant cock and the world at his feet. It must be disorienting in the extreme to suddenly awaken and find himself so reduced in stature and in prowess. He felt bad for the little guy.

“Don’t worry,” Loch lied, placing a reassuring hand on Hank’s shoulder and pretending to take Taz’ advice seriously. “I’ll go slow. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to use the little pussy boy’s room before my shafting. Do you know where it is?”

Taz pointed to the far end of the room and Loch stood, feeling all eyes once again swivel in his direction…well, more precisely in the direction of his enormous cock. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the newly pussified pledge staring longingly at it. Never again would the poor lil’ guy know what it felt like to have a dick sway back and forth between his legs…

Loch squared his shoulders and walked toward the restroom, veering to head off Nurse Scratchit before she could approach their table. He pulled her aside and, making sure that Taz wasn’t watching, whispered, “Hey, Scratchit. I have a confession to make: I wanna lose all but an inch of my cock tonight. What’s the best way to do that?”

Nurse Scratchit’s gaze lowered to Loch’s hulking member before returning to his face. Her red lips lifted into an evil smile and her eyes twinkled behind her long, false lashes. “You want a nub, huh? That’s pretty daring, hon. Are you sure? We normally don’t let our pussy boys lose that much. Four inches is the max and I’d say ya got at least six down there. Seven, if I’m not mistaken.” She laughed before continuing, “As you can imagine, I’ve gotten pretty good at eyeballing cocks in this job.”

Loch nodded. “Yeah, it’s almost seven inches. Any chance you can do me this favor? I’m committed. I only want an inch.”

Scratchit rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “You’re really serious, huh?” she asked finally. “You really wanna give up six inches?”

“Yeah. I’ve made up my mind. I wanna be called ‘Stubby’ from now on.”

“Yer either brave or exceptionally stupid,” Scratchit observed before brightening. “But who am I to question you? I make my money by convincing idiots like you to get shafted.” Loch frowned and she continued, “The fastest way to get what you want is also the most lucrative…for both of us. Why don’t you sign up for the auction? I’ll take ya down there now. You can tell ‘em how many inches yer ready to give up and they’ll set ya up. I mean, c’mon! It’d be a shame to waste that many inches. Why not let some poor, short-dicked dude benefit from your loss? It’s a win-win-win! He’ll get a bigger dick, I’ll take a cut of yer winnings and you’ll leave here rich and cock-free!”

Loch hesitated. “The auction? But I’ve seen what they do there. I don’t wanna–”

“Don’t worry, hon,” Scratchit reassured, stroking his arm with her red claws. “I won’t let ‘em do nothin’ more than relieve ya of yer inches. I’ll watch ‘em draft yer contract myself. There’ll be no hidden clauses!” When Loch continued to hesitate, Scratchit took matters into her own hands and, looping her hand under his arm, guided him out of the shafting lounge and down the hallway to the auction.

***

Chapter 8

Loch felt ridiculous.

He was waiting in the wings at the auction, dressed only in a hockey goalie’s cup and harness with enormous pads on his legs and gloves on his hands. A cheap hockey mask covered his face and he clutched a flimsy hockey stick in his gloved hand.  The worst part was that he wasn’t even a goalie! He was a forward!

The last half hour had been a blur. Scratchit had taken him backstage and worked up his contract while one of the assistants rummaged through a trunk of props, eventually pulling out the hockey equipment. Why they kept hockey gear in their stockpiles, Loch could only guess. From the suspiciously sticky substance covering the inside of the cup, he had a feeling it wasn’t for serious sports. He reached down and adjusted his big cock and balls in the clammy cup, cringing at the sensation. This was so humiliating!

His heart was pounding against his ribcage and he was sweaty with anticipation. Nothing seemed real anymore. He felt like he’d crossed over an invisible boundary and landed in a fantasy realm. How could he do this? How could he give up his precious king-sized cock? It had always been his pride and joy. Fuck, it had been more than that until just recently: It had been his whole life.

Just like his copious body hair, thick beard and tight, muscular ass.

Now, though…

Monty had changed everything and now he no longer recognized himself. Everything had happened so fast! He wasn’t–

“And now for our next act, gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to hockey stud, Loch Nichols!”

That was his cue. He squared his broad shoulders and set his apprehension aside. Taking Scratchit’s advice to heart, he pretended to be the macho alpha he used to be before surrendering his manhood for Monty. “Remember, Sugar,” she’d purred, “this is more than an auction; it’s a way for the bidders to live out their fantasies. If they believe you’re a big, arrogant hockey jock, they’ll bid more and we’ll both be richer. They wanna see you humiliated as much as they wanna bid on yer huge cock. Convincing ‘em yer a bro jock is the key to our success!”

The room erupted with wild applause at his grand entrance. He could tell by the crowd’s reaction that his act was convincing and this helped him get even more into character. He swaggered out, the very embodiment of a big, confident man, and smiled wolfishly at the roars of approval. Thrusting out his crotch proudly, he could feel his giant member pushing the plastic cup outward, leaving no doubt that he was a hung stud. He was surprised how much fun he was having. It reminded him of his life from just a month ago. He’d forgotten what it felt like to be an alpha!

“Look at him, gentlemen! Just look at him! What a fuckin’ stud!” the emcee, the green-haired nurse, Chloe Aika, called out as she brandished her evil-looking syringe. “And just like our last guest, Loch here is gonna auction off his precious manhood. That’s right! He’s gonna be nuthin’ but a lil’ baby boi between his legs when he leaves here tonight.”

Nurse Aika motioned for him to join her and he strode out onto the stage, pumping and thrusting and generally bro-ing around. He looked behind him and smiled when he saw huge photos from his Instagram feed beamed onto the walls. They were all pics from before his transformation and even he barely recognized himself. Had he really been that hairy? And that beard! It was so thick and manly. There were numerous photos from his hockey games, capturing his fierce, competitive nature and aggressive moves. He stared at the photos, pride puffing out his chest. It was almost enough to make him reconsider his decision to auction it all off…that is, until he remembered Monty. The mere thought of the big stud was enough to harden his resolve. It was stubby time!

He lifted his head and grinned, eating up the adulation. Guys were chanting his name like he was a hero. Soon, the chanting was deafening, filling up the lounge and spilling out into the hall. He laughed; this was the best moment of his life so far! Lifting his hockey stick over his head like a scepter, he egged them on. The sound of his name had never been sweeter in his ears!

“Alright, alright!” Nurse Aika shouted, calming the crowd. “If y’all keep yelling, I can’t start the auction and Loch here is ready to give up a lot.” She elbowed him sharply, urging, “Now go on, Loch, and show ‘em what they’re biddin’ on. Show the guys how much yer packin’!”

Loch dutifully set down the hockey stick and, tossing off his facemask, pulled off the goalie mitts and put his hands on the waistband of his jockstrap. Grinning from ear to ear, he roared in his deep baritone, “Who’s ready? Who wants to see my BIG MAN-COCK?”

This was met with more frenzied screaming and he shook his head, lapping it up. God, this was so much fun! His inner showman came out as he provocatively spun around and presented the audience with his bare butt. He waggled it enticingly and bent forward, pulling his jock down inch by inch over his giant cakes. He paused theatrically as he got to the thickest, most jutting portion of his ass, pretending to strain to get the elastic band over those tantalizing mounds. Nurse Aika slapped him painfully on the rear then and he jumped, yanking the jockstrap down to his knees. His massive cock and balls flopped free and dangled down between his meaty thighs. The crowd screamed louder than ever.

Proud beyond measure, Loch straightened and turned very slowly, taking his masculine pride and joy in both hands as he did so and shaking it at the audience. He was half erect by this point which made his cock even more impressive. His pendulous bull balls–larger than a pair of overripe avocados–heaved up and down, up and down ponderously. For those who witnessed the spectacle, it was impossible not to be overwhelmed by the godlike nature of Loch’s manhood.

“You done good, Hon,” Nurse Aika whispered as he shook his equipment at the crowd. “They’re eatin’ this up. Yer about to become a very rich man…with a very tiny penis.” She snickered and Loch’s grin widened. He couldn’t wait!

To the audience, Nurse Aika shouted, “Loch is doing this on his own free will so there’s no need for tricks or hypnosis. Have you ever seen such charity? Such bravery? Such magnanimity? Ha! I don’t think so! Generous guys like Loch are almost impossible to find. What’s even better is that, unlike our last guest who only gave away most of his manhood, Loch has agreed to auction off everything but his last inch off.” The crowd reacted to this news with wild clapping and she added, “Even his balls are on the table, guys! We’ll leave him with only a pair of cherry pits when this is all over! Isn’t that right, Loch?”

Still waving his breathtaking man parts at the audience, Loch nodded. “You got it! I’m giving it all away! Take it, please! I only want a stub!”

“You heard him!” Nurse Aika yelled, motioning to her assistants. Two nurses–one with urine-colored yellow hair and the other with cotton-candy pink hair–waltzed up and took Loch’s arms, holding them out to his sides. He was forced to let go of his cock and balls and they fell, slapping painfully against his hairless thighs. (‘For the last time!’ he thought. ‘When I’m done here, I’ll never have to worry about hurtin’ my nuts again!’) 

While they held him, a camera zoomed in on his crotch and his monster cock was projected on six or seven large-screen displays around the lounge. Close-up, it looked unbelievably large…which was the point. Anyone watching was overcome with a feverish desire to possess it for his very own.

Nurse Aika produced a ruler and, bending down to grasp Loch’s masterpiece, made a big show of measuring it. “Holy crow!” she called out as he arched his back, moaning at her rough touch on his sensitive equipment. “More than eight inches! That’s right, men! You’re bidding on seven hulking inches of manhood tonight! Who’s ready to start bidding?”

Another roar and Nurse Aika dropped Loch’s cock and nodded to her assistants. A shadow appeared on the stage at Loch’s feet and he looked up to see something lowered down from the ceiling. One of the nurses reached up to grab it and then held it out so he could see it. It was a strange, rubber contraption much like the cup of a huge jockstrap. Connected to the cup were a mass of rather ominous-looking tubes and wires. As Loch stared, the assistants positioned it over his cock and balls. At a quick motion from Nurse Chloe, someone off stage flipped a switch. The hoses attached to the cup began to vibrate and a whooshing sound filled the air. Loch braced as his hulking cock and balls were sucked into the mysterious cup like it was the mouth of a vacuum cleaner. He threw back his head and moaned in ecstasy. It was like getting the best blowjob in the world!

“Let the bidding begin!” Nurse Chloe announced, standing back from Loch. The assistants held his arms out from his sides and he howled, writhing with paroxysms of joy as he felt his cock and balls consumed. 

The suction grew stronger with each passing second and soon the assistants had to hold him up; the pleasure was just so intense that it left him weak in the knees. “Fuck, OH FUCK!” he shouted. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ!”

Carried away by bliss, he was only dimly aware of the bids pouring in but he could tell from the audience and Nurse Chloe’s reaction that the auction was a huge success. The ticker on the screen beside him quickly surpassed $50,000 and showed no sign of slowing.

“That’s three inches sold!” Nurse Aika called out, pumping her syringe up and down. “Only four to go.” She placed a clawed hand on Loch’s shoulder, whispering, “I’m gonna start the transfer, hon. Are you sure you wanna do this?” He nodded, breathless. Sweat was pouring down his face and chest and back and he was almost sobbing with ecstasy. He never wanted this to end! “Alright,” the nurse said, “Say goodbye to being a big man, sugar. From now on, yer gonna be the laughingstock of the locker room!”

Loch whimpered but it was out of happiness rather than fear. He couldn’t wait to strip down at practice and show the guys his tiny nub. He almost welcomed their sneers, snorts of derision and other abuse. He would be a proud pussy boy from this day forward! Monty’s pussy boy!

He collapsed when the suction started siphoning away his size. The nurse assistants were prepared, though, and propped him up, holding him by the shoulders as he wailed in delicious agony. He cried hot tears of joy as he felt the impossible happening and his schlong began to shrivel and shrink. He could even feel his bull balls contract and pull in on themselves. It was orgiastic and he cried out as he experienced a spontaneous denouement, his hot jizz filling the cup of the strange contraption, draining his balls of every last trace of sperm.

“One inch!” Nurse Aika announced. “Two inches! Three inches! Four inches!”

Loch’s whole body was on fire. He came and came and came and came, a seemingly unstoppable fountain of cum. He didn’t need to see inside of the cup to know his manhood was now a boyhood. With precise certainty, he knew his cock was less than half its former size.

“Five inches!” the emcee called out. “And we’re up to sixty thousand dollars! One more inch to go and Loch will only be left with one inch of flaccid size. Who’s the big winner? WHO’S GONNA BID ON LITTLE LOCH’S LAST INCH?!”

Fuck! I only got two inches left! I can’t believe it! Loch thought, giddy beyond reason. Baby dick, here I come! He arched his back and shot yet another load from his now miniscule member, feeling his balls contract to the size of a pair of marbles. God, it felt good to have a pathetic little nub!

The suction showed no signs of abating but there was much less mass to fill up the cup attached to his groin. When Nurse Aika declared that his last inch had sold and the auction had topped seventy thousand dollars, he was overjoyed even as he felt a stab of disappointment. The pleasure was already abating as his cocklet diminished further down to the size of a nub and his tiny balls were smaller than a newborn’s.

Too late, Loch understood something he hadn’t realized before that moment: The smaller your cock is, the fewer nerve endings there are and less sensation there is. He started screaming when the emcee made the final announcement, that his shrinking was now complete and the auction was over. This time, though, his screams weren’t of ecstasy; they were of despair.

You see, the suction did not stop when he was left with one inch. 

It kept going.

And going.

And going.

“Stop it!” Loch shouted. “Take it off! Please! Something’s wrong!”

He could feel his nub shrinking further. There was a distinct puckering sensation that signaled his glans head had shrunk all the way up to his pubes, leaving him without a shaft. A sharp pain in his balls indicated that they’d just shriveled into nothingness. Soon, his empty ball sac was being absorbed as well. When he felt his little cockhead shrivel and prepare to disappear completely, he wrenched his arms free of the nurses and clutched at the cup, frantically trying to free himself before he had nothing left at all.

“TURN IT OFF!!!” he screamed. “TURN IT OFF!”

The assistants seemed confused by his reaction and even Nurse Aika was perplexed by this turn of events. It was clear that they were caught off guard by this unplanned glitch. After a pause, though, they flew into action. “Flip the switch! Flip the switch!” Nurse Aika commanded, motioning to someone off stage. “The auction is over!” The assistants each grabbed the cup and valiantly tried to free him.

The suction was too strong, though, and nothing they did made any difference. Loch bawled in defeat as he felt his worst fears come true. With a pathetic little pip! the last remnant of his once proud masterpiece was absorbed into his pubes. Only then did the vacuum cease and the cup give way, falling away with a wet squelch. Loch sagged to his knees, crying in humiliation and disbelief. He didn’t need to look down at himself to know what he would see. 

Or, rather, what he wouldn’t see.

The wicked suction had taken everything from him, leaving him completely neutered. Where his man-sized schlong and hulking balls had been only moments ago, now there was only empty air. 

He was a nullo. 

A non-man. 

A living Ken doll.

Forever.

***

Chapter 9

The loss of every last trace of his manhood left Loch utterly destroyed and he curled up in a little ball on the stage, his whole body wracked by sobs of despair. He was so overcome that he did register the strong arms gathering him up or the sensation of being held against a big, hairy, muscular chest. Not until his rescuer leaned down and kissed the nape of his neck and hugged him tightly, did he realize who it was.

“M-M-M-Monty?” he stammered. “Is that you?”

“It’s me, Baby,” the big man murmured in his ear. “I’m here. I got you now. It’s gonna be Ok.”

When Monty kissed him again, his thick beard tickling his ear, Loch dissolved into a renewed bout of tears. Monty continued to hold him gently, caressing his naked body and murmuring soothingly. He didn’t try to make Loch stop and didn’t let go. Only when Loch had calmed down and the last of his tears were drying on his cheeks did Monty release him. 

Wrapping him tenderly in a blanket given him by one of Nurse Aika’s assistants, the magnificent football jock looked up and demanded, “HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN???!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BABY???!!!” His deep voice was filled with such authority that the nurse and her assistants jumped.

Loch propped himself up on his elbows and, clutching the blanket around himself, looked around. They were still on the stage but the lounge was empty, save for the emcee and her assistants. Monty was standing with his back to him, his hands balled into fists, as he rounded on the cringing Nurse Aika. Loch blinked when he realized that Monty was butt-naked. His big, hairy body was replete with muscles and the spotlight shone brightly on the bald spot on the top of his head. Why is he here? How did he find me? And why is he naked?  he wondered, body still shaking from the aftereffects of crying.

“P-P-Please!” Nurse Chloe begged, holding up her hands placatingly. Her long syringe lay discarded in a corner. “I had nothing to do with this! I don’t know how this happened–”

“But I do,” a smug voice called out from the darkened lounge. Loch’s chest clenched; he didn’t need to see the man to know who it was: Ace Contreras, his erstwhile hockey buddy and Taz’s older brother. As all heads swiveled in his direction, Ace continued smoothly, “I’m the one who’s responsible. And now I’m the proud owner of both yer cocks!”

This announcement was greeted by confused shock from everyone on the stage. Monty turned to confront Ace as he made his way up onto the stage and Nurse Aika placed her hands on her hips, glaring angrily at him. Loch was so taken aback by Ace’s announcement that he completely forgot to wonder about what he meant by being the proud owner of both of their cocks. Not until the hockey jock stepped into the light of the stage did he understand.

Like Monty, Ace Contreras was completely naked. Also like Monty, he now possessed the biggest cock imaginable. A true firehose of a schlong dangled from his furry crotch, complete with a massive set of balls the size of coconuts. Both Loch and Monty’s mouths fell open at the sight.

What the–? But how? Loch wondered, mind frantically trying to comprehend how Ace’s formerly modest appendage had grown to such stupendous proportions. His skin tingled and a wave of sickness washed over him as he belatedly put the pieces of the puzzle together. Did he–?

Yes, Loch. Yes, he did.

At that moment, Monty swiveled to confront Ace. It wasn’t much but it was enough for Loch to catch sight of ‘Mr. Floppy.’

Or what remained of Mr. Floppy.

He goggled in disbelief when he realized that Monty’s monster was no more. His formerly unbelievably huge cock and balls were now just sort of…well, average. Loch was too flabbergasted to accurately assess how much Monty had lost but he guessed the big bro now sported only about four inches of flaccid length. And he was circumcised, too! In short, Monty was now short. Oh, he was still above average for a white guy but hardly noteworthy, at least in the annals of porn stardom.

Monty wias merely a regular Joe with regular-sized nuts (that were pulled up tight in his much reduced nut sac.) In fact, his cock and balls were now so modest that they were mostly enveloped by the jock’s thick thatch of pubic hair.

Loch couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The contrast between Monty’s decidedly average pecker and Ace’s splendiferous schlong was mind-blowing. Ace obviously noticed, too, because he couldn’t help gloating. Placing both hands on his hips, he waggled his monster at Monty, rubbing in his superiority.

“That’s right, Beaumont!” he chortled, massive cock swaying down past his knees. “I’m the big man now! I stole yer size and Loch’s, too! I’m even bigger than you ever were! Bet ya didn’t think I’d be the one you auctioned off yer manhood to!”

“Wait!” Loch squeaked. “Monty! Did you really–?”

Monty turned to him, face red with chagrin. “Yeah,” he admitted, dropping his hands to cover his little man and causing Ace to smirk in victory. “I did. I auctioned off Mr. Floppy. I musta been the dude on stage right before you ‘cuz I heard yer screaming from backstage and came running.”

“You auctioned off yer cock?” Loch repeated, unable to believe what he was hearing. “But…why?”

“I, uh, thought you’d, you know, like me more if I wasn’t so big down there,” Monty muttered, hanging his head. “But now I think I mighta made a big mistake.” He clutched his modest member reflexively as if his fingers couldn’t believe how small it had shrunk. “I think I mighta given up too much.”

“You think?” Ace crowed. “Geeze, are you ever fuckin’ stupid, bro! Nobody wants a jock with a small cock. Do they, Loch?” He pushed past the mortified Monty (whose big shoulders were hunched in shame) and thrust his crotch in Loch’s direction. Still seated off to the side and wrapped in his blanket, Loch gaped up at him. The mutant firehose between Ace’s legs swung out, nearly slapping him on the cheek. “Whaddaya think?” Ace taunted. “Ready to leave that short-dicked loser, Monty, and surrender yer butthole to a real man?”

Loch stared at that delicious hunk of man meat, so close he could smell the musk emanating from the ripe foreskin. His mouth watered and he licked his lips, gaze darting from Ace’s monster to Monty. The big football jock with the now average-sized dick wouldn’t look at him; he stared down at his feet, furry cheeks rosy with embarrassment. Too late, Monty was coming to understand the full reality of his ill-advised decision to auction off Mr. Floppy. He was no longer an alpha; he was just an ordinary guy.

“Well?” Ace prompted, holding out his hand to pull Loch to his feet. “Shall we go? I promise to give you the ride of yer life, Loch! You’ll forget all about yer empty pubes once you hop on this giant Clydesdale!”

Loch was opening his mouth to reply when he was interrupted by a commotion at the lounge entrance. He turned when he heard someone call out his name and was surprised to see Taz march up onto the stage a moment later. Taz had Hank in tow and his big alpha, Terrence, wasn’t far behind.

“Ace?” Taz demanded, clearly startled to encounter his big brother. “Why’re you here?” A moment later, he caught sight of the amazing appendage hanging between Ace’s legs and his eyebrows shot up. “What happened to you? How’d you–?”

Ace spread his arms wide, displaying his proud manhood to all. “I bought it fair and square, lil’ bro.” He gestured to Loch and Monty (whose shoulders by then had turned bright red as he wilted with humiliation), crowing, “I bought both their cocks. Now Loch is gonna take this big baby for a test drive!”

“No, I’m not!” Loch stated flatly. “I’m Monty’s pussy boy, not yours.” He stood unsteadily and tucked the blanket more tightly around his shoulders. While Ace stared at him in disbelief, he pushed past him and teetered over to his man, ignoring the empty feeling in his crotch. (With each step, he was reminded of what he lacked down there.) Standing on his tiptoes, he planted a kiss on Monty’s cheek, promising, “I’m yours, Monty. I’ll always be yours, regardless of how small your cock is. You don’t need to be hung to be my alpha.”

“Wait, what?” Ace sputtered, clenching his fists. “You can’t be serious! Look at me! Look at this cock! I got it just for you! You can’t choose that short-dicked loser over me!”

Loch turned and glared defiantly back at him, shouting, “Oh, but I do! I choose him because I love him.”

Loch looked back at Monty just in time to see the big man’s eyes grow misty. Tears filled his eyes and a huge, goofy grin spread across his handsome face as he took Loch in his arms and swung him up in the air. His whoop of delight echoed across the lounge and out into the hall.

Ace’s mouth fell open as he watched the two lovers. Beside him, Taz reached down and clasped Terrence’s big hand, smiling up at his big alpha. (He would later confide to Loch that Terrence had a very average-sized cock, too.) Meanwhile, little Hank was oblivious to everything going on around him. Oblivious to everything, that is, except for one thing: Ace’s massive cock.

Raising his doll-sized hand in the air, he chirped, “Um, Mr. Ace! Yo, Mr. Ace, Sir?” When Ace looked down at him dazedly, pupils dilated with shock, Hank continued, “If yer offer still stands, I’ll gladly take ya up on it! I’ll ride yer giant Clydesdale and never dismount!”

***

Chapter 10

Monty drove Loch back to his apartment and carried him up the stairs, depositing him lovingly on the bed. (In spite of the emotions washing over him after losing his cock, Loch noticed that the big stud had even changed the sheets. As he lay back, the fresh, clean scent filled his nostrils. Being a dude himself, he knew that fresh sheets was a telltale sign that Monty was serious; guys don’t put out clean sheets for just anyone!) 

He lay there, breathing heavily, as Monty groped around in the back pocket of his shorts, eventually pulling out a bunch of testosterone patches that Nurse Scratch-It had given him before they left the Mushroom Cap Lounge. ‘He’s gonna need ‘em,’ she’d rasped in her smoker’s voice. ‘Every day. Otherwise, he’ll lose all his muscles and get real soft around the thighs and hips and middle. Probably develop breasts, too. Poor bastard!’ Snorting with laughter, she’s turned on her high heels and sauntered off, leaving Monty and Loch to adjust to their new greatly reduced and absent manhoods.

Monty peeled back the adhesive on one of the patches and applied it to Loch’s arm. Loch stared up at him with wide eyes, swallowing uncomfortably. “It’s weird,” his big jock boyfriend confided, reaching down to massage his own mostly empty shorts. “I can’t believe how small I am now. Mr. Floppy’s gone!” He pushed out his crotch, showing Loch the meager outline of his cock. From the way the fabric was tented, Loch could tell his man was fully erect…and the size of that erection was about five inches. And not very thick from the looks of things. Was it even average? It didn’t look like it.

Loch sighed. “At least ya still got one.” He looked down at his very, very empty shorts in despair. “I don’t got nuthin’ at all. I’m totally dickless.”

“I know,” Monty pronounced with barely concealed excitement. “And I can’t wait to fuck it!”

Loch scoffed. “There is nuthin’ to fuck, dude. Didn’t ya hear me? I got no cock!”

Ignoring him, Monty pulled Loch’s shorts down. They got stuck on his ass but, after a brief struggle, he finally gave in and lifted his hips, allowing the big jock to pull them over his silicone-enhanced hockey butt. Before he knew it, he was lying there with his bare crotch completely exposed for the first time. Worse, thanks to his decision to permanently remove all of his body hair, he didn’t even have pubes to hide his Ken Doll state. From now on, anyone who saw him naked–or even wearing underwear–would know that he was utterly vacant between the legs.

Monty gently moved his hands away when he tried to cover himself, saying, “Don’t. I wanna see. I wanna see what you did, Loch, ‘cuz I know ya did it for me.”

Loch closed his eyes, unwilling to look at his flat, empty crotch. He left out a shuddering breath, wailing, “Yer right, Monty. I did it for you but I don’t wanna be a eunuch! I don’t wanna be a complete nullo for the rest of my life!”

“Shhh,” Monty soothed, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. “We’ll worry ‘bout that later. Right now, juss lemme look at you. Yer still a man, Loch. Yer my man an’ that’s all that counts!”

Loch put his head back on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling, gritting his teeth. He lifted his head again, though, at a strange sound. It sounded like a grizzly bear growling. It didn’t take him long to figure out the source: Monty was standing there with a glazed expression on his handsome face, his eyes locked on Loch’s empty crotch. As Loch stared, the big jock’s hips started bucking uncontrollably and a big wet stain quickly formed on the front of his shorts. Had Monty just gazzed? Hands free?

Yup.

That’s exactly what had happened.

Monty’s tongue was hanging out of his mouth and he was panting uncontrollably, doubled over as he tried to compose himself. He kept moaning, louder and louder, as his orgasm continued unabated, though. Loch lay there, unsure what to do or how to feel, as he waited for Monty to finish. Finally, the big stud’s moaning tapered off and, after gasping for air, he managed to collect himself again.

Looking apologetically up at Loch, he said, “Oh, man, sorry ‘bout that. I didn’t realize how hot a cockless guy could be.” He reached up and wiped his sweaty brow, shaking his shaggy head. “Yer…yer…yer…just so fuckin’ sexy, Loch! Yer the man I’ve always wanted!” Smiling happily, he fell forward onto the bed, his big hands on either side of Loch’s head and commenced kissing him, his thick, hot tongue probing inside Loch’s mouth and his lips covering half of his face. Too dazed to resist, Loch opened up and allowed Monty to own him. Now that he wasn’t a man anymore, he needed to get used to this. His body was good for only one thing: Being used for his man’s pleasure. 

Monty pawed at his shirt, finally tearing it off of him and leaving completely naked and at his mercy. Another deep growl building from far within his barrel chest, Monty climbed on top of him, tossing his own shirt off and then yanking off his shorts. He sat there, straddling Loch, his huge, muscly and hairy body dripping with sweat and his little cocklet jutting jauntily out from his crotch. 

Loch stared at the tiny thing, realizing he’d been overly generous when he thought it might be five inches. He took a deep, shuddering breath when a new worry struck him: Now that his ass cheeks were so inflated with silicone, would Monty’s little pecker even reach his hole? This had never been a concern when Monty’s cock was so enormous but it was now a serious possibility.

Had he and Monty just made it impossible for either of them to get off together? 

Loch’s eager, virgin hole clenched with disappointment at the thought. He’d been saving himself for so long for Mr. Woody and now Mr. Woody might as well be called Mr. Stubby. It wasn’t fair!

“UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”

While he was obsessing over Monty’s tiny pee-pee, Monty took the opportunity to go down on his empty crotch, lapping with his tongue the bare space that used to be occupied by his big cock and balls. There wasn’t even so much as a bump left and–Loch would later discover–only a tiny pee hole remained as evidence of his former sex organ. He would have to squat down to pee from now on, one of many insults that he would endure now that he was cockless.

Well, he might have been robbed of any external sex organs but he hadn’t lost any of his erogenous zones. In fact, the flat space on his crotch was even more sensitive than before. In no time, Monty had licked him to a massive orgasm and he was bucking up and down on the bed as little, clear droplets of ‘cum’ jetted up in the air.

At least I still got a prostate! Loch thought gratefully as Monty happily licked up every last trace of his fluid.

“Yum!” his big, studly boyfriend crowed, smacking his lips. “It’s sweet! Just like a pussy! Holy fuck, Loch! Ya juss keep gettin’ hotter and hotter!”

“Jesus–FUCK ME!–that’s–FUCK!–amazin’!” Loch panted, still writhing on the bed as his orgasm continued unabated. 

He soon learned another bonus to being unmanned: His orgasms more closely resembled a woman’s now; his excitement continued to build even as he came over and over. When Monty flung Loch’s thick legs over his shoulders and commenced working a finger inside his tiny, tight, virginal rosebud, he nearly lost it. Monty laughed merrily at his reaction, taking it as an invitation to push his digit in deeper. And then he hit it! Loch’s prostate was like his own personal G-spot and, as soon as Monty touched it, he let loose with another geyser of clear cum, inadvertently squirting Monty in the eye.

Monty wasn’t distracted from his mission, though. Rubbing his eye, he reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube, slicking up his little, newly circumcised boner with one hand while still tickling Loch’s prostate. At just the right moment, he pushed Loch’s behind upward and, parting his mountainous cakes, skewered him expertly on his pencil dick.

Things kept getting better as Loch’s fears were proved unfounded and Monty’s greatly-reduced manhood was just long enough to push inside and massage his prostate. In no time, Monty was thrusting away, harder and harder and harder, driving Loch’s head against the backboard as he brought him to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. 

Loch wasn’t sure what he liked more: Monty’s crotch slapping against his unnaturally jelly-like buttocks or the sensation of his tiny cockhead poking him in just the right place. In the end, he decided he liked both and was only slightly disappointed that he couldn’t get more silicone injected into his cakes. He really enjoyed the attention he got when guys–especially Monty–saw him in a tiny pair of shorts. (His decision to stop the silicone treatments turned out to be the right one because it saved him from losing his hockey scholarship. When the season started, he learned the hard way that a hockey butt could only be so big before it became a serious liability. As it was, he was forced to give up his prime position as starter and he and his big, sensuous cakes spent most of the season on the bench.)

It was dawn before Monty finally wore out, collapsing on top of him in a sweaty heap. His huge, muscular body was ripe with musk and he smelled like a barn. Loch was in heaven, though; Monty’s rich smell was just another thing he loved about the big guy.

“We did it, bro!” Monty praised, planting a sweaty kiss on his ear. “We risked everything and somehow came out ahead. It’s not so bad having a baby dick after all! I’ve never fucked like that before! It felt so good!” He paused to look Loch in the eyes, smiling sleepily. “And yer the sexiest man alive as far as I’m concerned. I’ve always been an anal kinda guy and never like girls’ pussies or guys’ cocks. You with yer big tits, huge ass and smooth crotch are a dream come true!”

Loch pulled a face. “Thanks, I think. I guess I’ll juss have to get used to being like this.” He turned and met Monty’s lips, returning his kiss before adding, “But, yeah, that was pretty fuckin’ hot. Gettin’ fucked like that’s never gonna get old!”

And so they began their new life together, discovering ways to make each other even more attractive as time wore on. Loch backed off on his testosterone, giving himself just enough to stay in hockey shape but not enough to prevent him from growing heavy and soft and voluptuous. His breasts grew bigger and his hips grew wider but he retained the remnants of a stocky man’s physique. It drove Monty wild, especially when Loch started wearing panties instead of boxers and a string bikini bottom when they went to the beach or pool.

For his part, Monty went back to the Mushroom Cap Lounge and bought back a foot of his lost dick size, reviving some of Mr. Floppy’s prowess and leaving Loch’s hole much happier (and looser.) He no longer possessed a horse cock but the one he did have earned him serious porn star status. He certainly had no reason to be ashamed when he stripped down in the locker room!

And while they were at the lounge, waiting for the dick auction to begin, they got another surprise.

“‘Scuse me,” a deep voice rumbled. Loch looked up to find himself staring at a big, brutish guy. Even though he was only of average height, there was something imposing about him. He appeared to be in his mid thirties and was a serious gorilla with black hair sprouting everywhere. It covered his face, poured out of the top of his shirt collar and covered the backs of his hands. His broad, stocky body only added to his simian look. Next to him was another man who was about the same age, maybe slightly younger. Even though he was the same height as the other, he was completely different. His face and body were shaved free of hair and, while muscular, he was exceedingly lean. He possessed a cleancut, all-American jock sort of appearance, like he might have been a quarterback years ago when he was in college. His green eyes twinkled as he gazed down at Loch.

“You don’t recognize us, do you?” the cleancut guy asked, smiling disarmingly. “I mean, why should you? We’ve both changed a lot.”

Loch squinted as the gorilla dude leered and the ex-jock grinned. Feeling the hair go up on the back of his neck, he stammered, “A-A-A-Ace? Is that you?” Then he turned to the other guy, asking, “And you–are you Hank?”

“Bingo!” Hank laughed, holding out his arms. When Loch jumped up and gave him a hug, he patted him on the back explaining, “Ace gave me twelve years of his age, eight inches of his height, and a foot of his cock!” He laughed, pushing his bulging crotch against Loch’s, crowing, “I’m back! I’m finally back to my old self! Well, mostly, I guess.”

“That’s right,” Ace growled, patting Loch on the shoulders from behind. “I’m now thirty-five years old, five foot eight and only have a two footlong dong, bro. Too old and heavy to be on the hockey team but I’ve never been happier.”

Loch started to reply but Monty chose that moment to insert himself between him and Hank, pushing the aging jock away from his boyfriend. He cast a reproving look back at Loch before greeting Ace and Hank somewhat icily. It was clear from his behavior that he didn’t like the liberties that Hank was taking with Loch’s body.

“We’re here to buy back some of the inches I lost to you,” Monty explained to Ace, puffing out his chest. “Yer not planning to bid against me, are you?”

Surprisingly, Ace held up his hands and backed away. “What?! No! I’m broke, dude! I spent all of my money on this damned auction.” Placing a proprietary arm over Hank’s shoulders, he soothed, “And don’t worry! Hank and me are happy as can be. Now, c’mon, let’s sit together. The bidding’s about to start!”

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