Warning: This story is very nonconsensual and contains some disturbing elements. If you’re triggered by racists or forced changes, don’t read it!

Themes: Incest, skinhead, butt growth, cock growth, ball growth, cock shrink, mpreg, pussification, silicone, collagen, milking, teats, forced baldness, muscle growth, tattoos, tramp stamps, mind control, nonconsensual changes, forced changes, humiliation, dominance/submission

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• Chapter 1 – Scroll down
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5 – Posted 26 April 2025
• Chapter 6 – Posted 26 April 2025
• Chapter 7 – Coming soon!

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Chapter 1

Malik Steiner discovered the super jock, Coop Tateman, in the shed when he brought the cows in for their evening milking. It was an early April evening, cloudy and cold. A stiff breeze blew in from the north, making him shiver. He pulled the hood of his stained sweatshirt over his head and called out to the cows. They were waiting as usual at the gate to the back pasture, ready for the evening milking.

Not quite twenty years old, Malik was already a big guy, stocky and muscular even though he didn’t play any sports. He didn’t need to! Working hours every day on the farm kept him in excellent shape. With his parents retired and living in Arizona, it was up to him and his older brother, Syed, to maintain the farm. They’d thought about selling it but farming was in their blood and neither one wanted to give it up. And so they worked their asses off, day in and day out. It was hard and lonely work but they liked it. 

At the moment, most of the work fell on Syed’s broad and beefy shoulders because Malik was taking animal husbandry classes at the local land grant college a few miles away. Syed took care of the morning milking so Malik could attend his morning classes but he returned to the farm in the late afternoon each day to handle the evening milking. During the day, Syed managed to stay on top of things but he often complained about needing more help. The problem was that they couldn’t afford to pay anyone right now. Money was tight these days in the dairy business.

Feeling guilty for how much strain he was putting on his brother, he ran his hand through his windswept, curly, black hair. With a wide, square face and a strong jaw, he took after his Tunisian and German ancestors. Nothing special in the looks department, he nonetheless possessed a certain stoic quality and a good heart. He got more than his share of attention from the girls in school but he’d never dated anyone. Neither had his brother, now that he thought about it. It should have seemed stranger than it was. Guess we’re married to the farm, he thought, smiling.

He opened the gate and the cows followed him in single file, trotting eagerly toward the warmth and shelter of the barn. He patted his favorite one on the rump and she lifted her head, lowing, the cow equivalent of a greeting. As a farmer, you learned quickly never to name the animals you tended because, even if you didn’t plan to eat them, it was still best for your emotional health not to get too attached. Cows were sent off to the slaughterhouse when they were no longer in breeding condition, assuming they lived long enough. Malik had had many favorite cows come and go over the years and he’d learned to harden himself.

Dairy farming was a difficult business like any modern-day farming practice. Even though the cows at Malik’s farm were pasture-raised and ate organic feed, they were still commodities. He and Syed weren’t completely heartless, though, and gave the calves a little time with their mothers before they were sold off for veal. It still broke his heart when the babies were separated. The cows would crowd against the fence as the calves were hauled away, lifting their heads and calling out as the babies mewled piteously…

He shook his head, ashamed of himself for the tears that threatened to slide down his ruddy cheeks. If Syed was around, he would have chided him mercilessly. He couldn’t afford to get all soft right now; he had work to do! He clamped down his emotions like he always did and focused on the cows, guiding them into the milking barn.

“Holy fuck!” He jumped when a shadow loomed out of the darkness before him in the barn. Grabbing the closest implement at hand, he held out a manure shovel, yelling, “Get the fuck out of here! This here’s private property!”

He flicked on the lightswitch and he blinked in surprise when the shadow resolved itself into the form of a guy he vaguely recognized from college. Wearing a backwards baseball cap, sweatpants and a gray hoodie, the young dude was tall, beefy and really stacked with muscles…not to mention very handsome with keen blue eyes and jet black hair. Cockiness and arrogance seemed to ooze out of his very pores but there was something else, too. Was it uneasiness?

“Jesus, bro, put that thing down!” The dude made a face at the shit-stained shovel, wrinkling his nose. “It fuckin’ reeks in here.”

Malik was nonplussed. “Then why’re you in here, fucktard? Get out!”

The jock looked around, surveying the barn, before admitting, “I can’t. Get out, that is. It’s real weird. I just sorta found myself here. And when I try to leave, I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?!” Malik demanded. “Just go!”

“I’m tellin’ ya, I can’t!” the guy insisted. “It’s like I’m stuck here or sumthin’.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

The jock narrowed his eyes. “I know, right? So you tell me, what am I ‘sposed to do?”

A deep voice from the back of the barn answered the question for them, “Whatever the fuck Malik tells you to do.”

Both boys whirled to find Syed smirking behind them. Malik was the first to recover, demanding, “Syed! What’s goin’ on?! Why’s he here anyways?!”

Syed spread his big hands. “I tole ya. He’s yers, bro. Ain’t it yer birthday today? Well, this here’s my little present for ya. Meet Coop Tateman, yer new wife.”

Both Malik and Coop shouted in tandem, “WHAT???!!!”

“You heard me. Let’s call it the modern equivalent of an arranged marriage…or maybe that’s a mailorder bride?” Syed folded his beefy arms at Malik’s stunned reaction. “What? We’re Tunisian, right? Arranged marriages run in our family. I’m just sticking with tradition, bro.” He grinned when Tate bristled.

Syed was built like Malik, only more so, with broad shoulders and bulging arms. His lower body was just as impressive, testament to the hours he spent hauling manure and shoveling out the shed. If he’d been a gym rat, he would have been one of the guys who never skipped leg day. Much like Malik, he had curly black hair and light gold eyes that were currently dancing with equal parts merriment and malice.

Malik couldn’t believe it. “You got me a person for my birthday present, Syed?”

“Not just any ol’ person,” Syed quipped, “a total jock stud. Coop here’s on the college baseball team.” He winked, “He’s a catcher. Haha! Get it? Perfect for you!”

Apparently Coop did get it because he was outraged. Clenching his fists, he yelled, “You can’t do this! You can’t make me be some random dude’s boyfriend! I’m not even gay!”

“Not boyfriend,” Syed corrected. “Wife. And you will be. Gay, that is. And his wife. Just wait.” Syed grinned.

“I don’t want him!” Malik shouted. “Let him go!”

“That, Malik, depends on you.” Syed turned to face him, “Tell me sumthin’, bro, and I’ll let him go. Tell me he’s not a total walkin’ orgasm who gets you hard just looking at him. If you don’t like him, as much as it pains me and after everything I did to pick out the perfect gift for you, I promise I’ll let him go.”

Looking over at Coop, Malik opened his mouth to reply but no words came out. Instead, he swallowed and remained mute.

Syed’s grin broadened. “See? I knew you’d want him.” He was very pleased with himself. “I know yer type, bro. I’ve seen all the pics on yer phone. I have access to yer search history. I know all yer darkest, most twisted kinks.” He gestured over at Coop who was shaking with rage by this point, “And he checks all yer boxes…or he will once I’m done with him. I’m gonna turn him into yer perfect wife, bro. Go on! Enjoy him!”

“This…can’t…be…happening…,” Coop gasped, hands over his ears. “What the fuck did I do to deserve this? I’m not some faggot’s plaything!”

“Careful, Coop,” Syed warned. “Yer already on thin ice. The truth is you deserve a lot worse than this and you know it. Yer lucky I’m giving you to Malik and not keeping ya for myself.” He laughed, “But that’s neither here nor there, is it? You know why? ‘Cuz yer more than juss my little brother’s birthday present and soon-to-be-wife, yer also bait or, rather, queerbait. Haha!”

“Bait?” Coop’s face had gone pale. “What do you mean?”

Syed looked off into the distance. “Don’t worry yer pretty little head ‘bout that, Coop. You’ll find out soon enough. Now why don’t you boys go off and enjoy yourselves…after you milk the cows, that is.”

***

The milking was predictably awkward with Coop at first trying to leave and finding he couldn’t take more than ten steps away from Malik without his whole body being wracked by excruciating pain. Once he finally gave up trying to flee, he started sulking and muttering curses under his breath. Even so, he learned quickly and hooked up the cows to the milking machine, working diligently while Malik did the same. When the cows were done, they helped each other clean and sanitize the equipment and the milking stalls. The whole process normally took Malik a couple hours but he was done in record time with Coop’s help.

“You did good,” Malik said, trying to smile encouragingly. He felt guilty for not releasing Coop but Syed was right: The dude checked all of his boxes. Coop was fuckin’ hot! As much as his conscience nagged him, he still couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the jock’s company…and body. It was like a fantasy come true to have him by his side.

Coop looked over him balefully. His clothes were manure-stained and his face was red. Even though it was cold in the barn, his hoodie was soaked in sweat. “Thanks,” he grumbled. “Now will you let me go? I’m ‘sposed to meet my girlfriend now.”

“Dude, I’m not makin’ you stay,” Malik pointed out. “Yer free to leave whenever ya want.”

Coop’s sour expression would have etched glass. “You know that’s not true, asshole. I don’t know what you guys did to me but I can’t leave. You saw me try! I can’t. I fuckin’ can’t!”

Malik looked back at Syed who was sanitizing the milking machine. “Well, bro?” he called out. “Can he go?”

Syed looked up. “Yeah, sure. Coop, yer free to go. But before you do, come over here. I need you to do sumthin’.” He curled his index finger, motioning the dude over.

Walking on stiff legs as if he were trying–and failing–to resist Syed’s compulsion, Coop staggered over to him. Syed grinned and, leaning forward, whispered something in Coop’s ear that made him flush. The jock clenched his fists and shouted, “NO! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DO THAT! I WON’T!”

But even as the words left his mouth, he was stripping off his clothing. In a moment, he stood facing Malik completely naked without a stitch on his big, muscular frame. He cut an impressive figure with ample black hair on his chest and crotch and a very long, thick, circumcised cock. He stood there with his shoulders back and his cheeks blazing as he waited for Malik’s inspection.

Malik couldn’t help it; he goggled at him. He’d never seen anyone so perfect and desirable as Coop in the flesh. It truly was a dream come true for him (and a nightmare for Coop.) After he’d gaped for a long time at Coop’s magnificence, Syed barked, “Good! Now let’s make sure yer still a virgin.”

“Dude,” Coop spat, “I’ve fucked dozens of chicks already. I fuckin’ lost my virginity ten years ago!”

Syed’s eyes narrowed, “I’m not talkin’ ‘bout that kind of virginity, Coop. Now turn around and bend over!”

“WHAT???!!!”

“You heard me, bro. Turn around and bend over. I paid good money for you and I wanna show my little brother here that he’s gettin’ a bona fide virgin wife.”

Malik gave a start, his cock inadvertently hardening in his sweats, as Coop gritted his teeth and fought with all his might but he couldn’t resist the command and he was forced to turn around and show off his plus-sized backside. It’s true what they say about baseball players because he had a truly stupendous ass. Big, blocky and furry, it stuck out behind him proudly. Malik gawked at it, repositioning his cock in his pants. Coop was amazing!

And he got even more amazing when Syed ordered him to bend over and part his ass cheeks. Coop’s entire torso turned bright pink as he jerked into motion, bending down low and then reaching back to pull his massively muscular and hairy buttocks apart. The pink rosebud lurking in the deep cleft was puckered tight and nubile, an unfucked hole if there ever was one.

“Can I stand up now?” he whined, looking back at Malik through his parted thighs (which were big and thunderous like his buttocks.)

Syed laughed. “Sure, bro. Go ahead. I just wanted to give Malik a little glimpse of his future bride’s pussy. A little sumthin’ to whet his appetite as it were. Plus, I paid extra for a virgin hole.” He slapped Coop hard on the buttocks, making him yelp even as the red outline of his big hand appeared on that perfect man ass.

Coop stood up and, refusing to look at them, pulled on his clothes again. He was stalking off to leave when Syed called out to him, “And don’t forget about the other task I gave you. I’ll be watching your Instagram Live feed tonight so don’t disappoint me!”

Coop braced, the back of his neck turning scarlet, before he gave a curt nod and left.

“Don’t worry, bro,” Syed teased Malik. “He’ll be back. He’s all yers now. Nuthin’ll keep him away from you. Ain’t I the best big brother in the whole wide world?”

“Fuck, Syed!” Malik gasped, rock hard after Coop’s little show. “What did you tell him to do anyways?”

Syed winked. “You’ll see soon enough. Let’s tune into his livefeed in a couple hours and see if he listened to me.”

***

Malik was scrolling through his phone when Syed emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a jockstrap. He looked up, his mouth falling open when he saw the outline of Syed’s hulking cock stretching out the pouch of the jock. He blinked. Since when had Syed grown so massively down there? While he hadn’t seen his older brother naked since they were boys, he knew in general how big Syed was and he was certain they used to be basically as hung as each other. Now, though…

Noticing his stare, Syed teased, “Whatcha lookin’ at, bro?”

Malik looked away, cheeks coloring. “Nuthin’.”

Syed laughed and seemed about to say something else when he looked at his phone, “Oh, hey. Look at the time! Yer soon-to-be bride’s livestream starts in a couple minutes. Let’s see if she listened to me.” He sat down on the sofa next to Malik, still wearing just a jockstrap. Malik cast discreet glances over at his big brother’s crotch as Syed spread his muscular thighs, letting his package sag down onto the cushion. Even contained in the pouch of his jockstrap, it was so big and heavy that it was soon hanging over the edge of the sofa.

Coop started the show at ten o’clock. His cheeks were rosy and he was wearing a fresh pair of sweatpants and a black hoodie, his signature ball cap turned around on his shaggy head. Giving an awkward peace sign to his viewers, he rumbled, “Uh, yeah, howdy, guys. What up?” A watery grin spread across his handsome face as he revealed, “So, uh, my life’s changin’ and I wanted to let all of you know that things’ll be diff’rent from now on.” He took a ragged breath, dipping his head bashfully, “I’m, uh, turnin’ over a new leaf, ya know.” 

Reactions in the form of confused emoji faces and replies of, ‘Don’t leave us hangin’, bro! Tell us!’ and ‘What’s goin’ on, bro?’ scrolled down the screen as Malik watched breathlessly.

Coop winced, looking distinctly ill, as he continued, “The truth is I’m ga–”

The word, however, refused to leave his mouth and he bit it off before he could utter it. Coop’s face turned beet red as he wrestled mightily with himself. Finally, he gasped for breath and sputtered, “I’m bein’ held hostage! You gotta help me! HELP ME, PAH-LEEZ! I don’t wanna be some fuckin’ Sand N**ger’s wife!”

Syed growled, “Wrong answer, pup!” and swiped his finger across the screen, ending their connection to the live feed. He looked over at Malik’s stunned expression, soothing, “Don’t listen to him, bro. He’s just a racist fucker. He’s gonna eat those words…and more…before he knows it. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be putty in yer fingers, all of that racism wiped clean from his rotten soul. A fresh, clean slate.” He rubbed his calloused hands together. “Just wait until he shows up here tomorrow. I’ll have a little surprise waiting for him.”

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Chapter 2

The next evening, Malik heard Coop screaming from around the side of the barn. He came running only to discover that the jock was groveling in the dirt at Syed’s feet. “I’m sorry!” Coop wailed, face in the dirt. “I won’t do it again! I promise!”

“Too late for that,” Syed snarled, looming over him. “You had yer chance and–” He looked up at that moment and, seeing Malik, growled, “We’ll pick this up inside. Now get up. Yer husband-to-be is here.” He stalked off, leaving the two of them alone together.

Malik knelt down beside Coop and placed his hand on his shoulder, making the jock flinch. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

Coop rubbed the tears out of his eyes, “Not yet but he will. I can feel it!” He swallowed, his big Adam’s apple bobbing, “Why’re you doin’ this to me?” he pleaded. “Let me go!”

Malik spread his hands. “I’m not doing anything. Syed’s the one who has control over you, not me.”

Exasperated, Coop barked, “But you could’ve told him to let me go and you didn’t! Yer a monster!”

Malik shrugged, “And you could’ve listened to him but instead you called us Sand N**gers to your followers.” He spread his hands. “You tell me who’s the monster.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t captured me first!” Coop pointed out, tears filling his eyes again.

“So, yer sayin’ we made you into a racist?” Malik sighed, “Look, I admit what we’re doing to you is wrong but what you did is wrong, too.”

“If you know yer wrong, then why won’t you let me go?”

Malik had no coherent answer to that but his cock sure did! It was hard in his sweats. Syed was right: Coop was his ideal man. Everything about him totally set him off. Just being in the dude’s presence was enough to turn him on. And the fact that he was under their control…well, that made it even more erotic.

“C’mon,” he said, lifting Coop up by the shoulders. “Let’s go and take care of the cows.”

Coop acted like he wanted to refuse but he allowed Malik to help him up and followed him into the barn. Syed had gotten the cows into their milking stalls. They lifted their heads and, rolling their eyes back in their heads, mooed loudly. They wanted that milk out of their udders!

Malik laughed. “Ok, Ok, ladies! We’re coming! Don’t worry!”

He and Coop moved down the central aisle, methodically attaching the suctions to each cow’s teats. Coop remembered everything from the previous evening and worked quickly and efficiently. Malik watched him, his heart swelling with pride and his penis swelling with blood, especially when the jock bent over and squatted down. The boy had a really fine ass!

Coop was probably hoping that he’d escape from Syed if he cooperated with the milking and otherwise behaved himself. He was wrong. Malik’s older brother was waiting for him after they finished milking and were cleaning up the stalls.

He came up behind Coop and clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder, causing the jock to flinch. Syed drawled, “Yer lucky yer followers thought you were jokin’ last night, otherwise yer punishment would be even more severe.” He held up a syringe, brandishing it menacingly. “I tole ya I wasn’t done with you. Naughty boys like you need to be punished when they disobey.

Coop’s face grew pale when he saw the needle and he backed away, stammering, “Wh-Wh-What’s that?!” He held up his big hands. “It’s not for me, is it?”

“Heh. Pretty and smart, too,” Syed quipped, stepping closer. The jock tried to pull away but he seemed to be frozen in place. “Now take off yer shirt.”

Coop gritted his teeth and fought to resist but, in the end, he pulled off his hoodie and lifted his t-shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest and tiny, pert nipples. He had a nice chest with well-defined, blocky pecs and plenty of black body hair. Syed grinned as he leaned forward and, grasping one of the jock’s little manbuds between his fingers, emptied the syringe into it. Coop threw back his head and howled in pain but Syed merely produced another syringe and emptied it into the jock’s other nipple.

“There,” he said, tossing away the syringes and ignoring Coop’s angry hollering. “I just injected you with tissue relaxers, bro. You’ll see why in a minute.” He turned and motioned for Coop to follow along behind him and, after clenching and unclenching his fists, Coop staggered after him. Malik watched them go, feeling a mixture of pity and curiosity. He felt pity for Coop even though the jock was kind of an asshole and he was curious because he wondered what Syed was up to.

Syed led Coop into a milking stall. Coop stood there, seething with rage and pain, as Syed held up the suction tubes that they normally attached to a cow’s teats. Releasing the pressure valve, Syed grinned as he held out two suction tubes and positioned them over Coop’s chest.

“WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO???!!!” the jock wailed, staring aghast at the tubes and trying to back away. “NO, PLEASE! DON’T! I’LL DO ANYTHING!”

Syed shook his head sadly. “Too late for that, bro. You had a mission and you failed. Worse, you showed off yer true, racist colors.” He wagged the tubes menacingly, “This is what you get for being a bigoted, two-timing bitch, bro.” Eyes glinting wickedly, he stuck the tubes over Coop’s tiny nipples.

Instantly, the vacuum sucked his little nips into the tube. It didn’t stop there, though. Soon, it was sucking in more and more breast tissue. Worse, that tissue was relaxing and expanding, thanks to the drugs in the syringe. Coop arched his back and collapsed onto his knees, clutching at the suction tubes. He was either too weak or lacked the ability to countermand Syed’s will, though. In the end, he was forced to lie back and let his nips get sucked and sucked and sucked.

Malik watched with horrified fascination as the jock’s areolas expanded larger and larger, filling more and more of the tube. Soon, they were the size of a cow’s teats. At a certain point, Coop’s moans of pain became mixed with something else and Malik flushed when he saw the outline of the jock’s big erection protruding luridly from his sweatpants. And then Coop was yelling in ecstasy as his hips bucked forward and his body vibrated with an intense orgasm that left him gasping for air. A dark, wet stain formed, spreading across the front of his pants.

“Ok, that’s enough.”

Syed cut the suction and turned off the machine. Coop fell over onto his side, panting. His torso was coated in sweat and his skin was rosy red. He moaned, glaring up at Malik with bitter recrimination, and then he looked down at the tubes on his chest, full to bursting with his newly expanded breasts.

“H-H-How can you do this?” he demanded, shivering. “How can you do this to me?”

Malik knelt down beside him, moving his sweaty hair away from his face. Coop shuddered at his touch but it was hard to tell if it was a shudder of revulsion or of desire. Maybe a little bit of both? 

Gently, Malik pulled on the tubes. With a wet slurp, they relinquished their prizes: Coop’s newly-formed, long, thick, limp, sticky pair of teats. They slipped out, sliding down his chest to hang listlessly, swaying heavily back and forth with each of the boy’s ragged breaths. Coop lifted his head and whined piteously when he saw them. Tears filled his eyes, sliding down his ruddy cheeks.

“What did you do to me? Oh, fuck! What happened to me?!” He sat up, staring in horror at the hideous tubes of brown flesh dangling off his chest. “WHAT THE FUCK???!!! I LOOK LIKE A FREAK!!!”

Malik’s tongue was thick in the back of his throat. He swallowed, realizing he was bricked up in his own sweats. He couldn’t take his eyes off of those stupendously large and freakish tits. They looked just like a cow’s teats! Coop had a pair of cow teats!!!

He looked over at Syed who was watching them with crossed arms. His brother winked, “See? I tole ya I know what my lil’ brother likes. Behold the new and improved Cooper Tateman!”

***

Malik waited until Coop wore himself out crying and wailing about his massive teats. When the tears finally ebbed and his face was a snotty, red mess, he reached out and wiped it off on the back of his sleeve. Coop sniffled, staring up at him with red-rimmed eyes. He looked awful but his teats were incredibly hot.

Malik smiled, “Wanna take a shower and get cleaned up, bro?” 

Surprisingly, Coop agreed, murmuring, “Sure, I guess.” He hung his head. “It’s not like I can go back to my gf’s lookin’ like this.” He looked up, fixing Malik with his pleading blue eyes, “Do ya think my tits’ll shrink back down, bro?” When Malik shrugged, he whined, “Fuck! What am I gonna do? I got practice tomorrow! The guys’ll fuckin’ laugh me out of the locker room when they see my tits!”

“Maybe keep yer shirt on?” Malik offered, squeezing Coop’s shoulder. “Or hide ‘em somehow? Guys don’t get naked anymore in the locker room, do they?”

Coop thrust out his lower lip, “They do and I can’t. Hide ‘em, that is.” He looked down at his sweatshirt where the dangling udders in question protruded. They were quite obvious, even beneath that heavy, loose fabric. “They’re way too big!”

“You could always wear a bra.”

Coop scowled, “Not helpful, bro. Really not helpful. I mean, what the fuck?!” He reached up and touched them, howling in despair. “THEY’RE FUCKIN’ HUUUUUUGE!” He sniffed, adding, “and sore.”

“C’mere.” Malik tugged on his arm. “I got sumthin’ that’ll help.”

***

A half hour later, Coop emerged from the bathroom with damp hair and a towel over his broad shoulders. His humungous teats depended from his chest, looking even bigger and heavier than ever. They were also really red and chapped. He scowled as he stared down at himself, suppressing a shudder.

“Well?” he demanded. “What do you have that’ll help me? Got sumthin’ to make these shrink back down to size?”

Malik smiled, “Not really but I do have this.” He held up a square metal tub, explaining, “This here’s called Bag Balm. We rub it on the cows’ udders when they get chapped.”

Coop’s lip curled, “Funny, bro. Real funny. I ain’t no cow.”

“But you do look kinda like one now,” Malik teased. When Coop gave him an angry look, he soothed, “C’mere and sit down here on the couch with me. I’ll take care of them teats for ya.” He padded over to the sofa and sat down, spreading his legs and patting the cushion between them.

Coop regarded him stonily, his lower lip thrust out, but nonetheless complied, settling down between his legs. His big, muscular buttocks wedged between Malik’s thighs and his crack was right over…Malik cleared his throat, shifting around so his erection didn’t thrust through his sweats into the tempting cleft of the jock’s big ass.

Heart pounding and dick throbbing, he dabbed his fingers into the tub of petroleum jelly and carefully reached out to take Coop’s huge teats in his hands. When his fingers closed around them, Coop let out an inadvertent moan. Malike marveled; it felt just like he was holding a pair of cow teats!

He gripped those succulent tits more firmly and Coop braced, complaining, “Ow, that’s cold!”

“It’s the menthol. Relax, you’ll like it.” Malik carefully moved his fingers over the dude’s danglers. He smoothed the salve over every inch, not stopping until those big, distended tits were glistening and sticky with the stuff. Coop sat there, rigid and shivering. When Malik started pulling up and down on his teats like he was milking him, he let out a long sigh and leaned back into his chest. Soon, his whole body was shuddering as he gave into Malik’s milking.

Eventually, Malik leaned all the way back, pulling Coop along with him. With the big jock settled upon chest, he continued massaging his teats while Coop whimpered softly. Finally, the jock lifted his head and looked back at him, murmuring, “I should really hate you right now, bro, and–Don’t get me wrong!–I do. I mean, this shit’s seriously fucked up but–Ah, fuck!–I also kinda like this.” He shook his head. “Is this the spell or is it real?”

 Malik laughed, “Spell? What spell?”

“C’mon, bro,” Coop chided. “You know as well as I do that yer brother did something to me yesterday. There’s no way I woulda juss sorta showed up here outta the blue and let him do, you know, to me. He put a spell on me!”

“I don’t think it’s a spell,” Malik laughed. “There ain’t no such thing as magic, dude. Maybe it’s some kind of drug? Did anything weird happen yesterday before you came here?”

Coop thought back on it. “Nothing I can think of.” He shook his head, “No, there wasn’t nuthin’ outta the ordinary. I went to classes and then baseball practice. Got home and set up my new iPhone…” He sat up, “Wait. You don’t think he did something to my phone, do ya? When I turned it on the first time, there was this weird flash but I just assumed that…” His eyes grew wide. “Holy fuck, dude! He hacked my phone!” Yanking his iPhone out of his pocket, he tried to throw it away but, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make himself let go of the device. His fingers clutched the phone, refusing to let go.

Malik watched in astonishment.  He could tell Coop wasn’t faking it; he really couldn’t make himself throw away his phone! And then, as if on cue, Syed appeared in the kitchen doorway, wearing a big smirk on his face. “Technology these days,” he mused, shaking his head in mock wonder. “Who knows the real power it has over our lives?”

“Fuck you!” Coop shouted, still trying to make himself get rid of his phone. It was no use, though. Despite his best efforts, he ended up sticking it back into his pocket. He glared up at Syed, “I hate you! I fuckin’ hate you!”

Syed shrugged, idly scratching his giant balls. “Who gives a fuck as long as you fall in love with Malik. And, speaking of that, looks like you two are gettin’ along well. It won’t be long before my lil’ brother’s not-so-little pecker’s shoved up so far inside yer pussy that yer tastin’ his cum in the back of yer throat.”

“FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU!”

“I can see that.” Syed shrugged, turning to go into his bedroom. “Have fun, boys!”

Coop was fuming after he left but he didn’t pull away from Malik when he continued to milk his teats rhythmically. Finally, Malik leaned forward and planted a kiss on his ear.

Coop frowned, “Fuck you. I’m not yer gay whore.” His tone, however, lacked conviction.

Malik kissed him again.

Incensed, Coop rolled over and pinned Malik beneath him, staring murderously down at him. Malik smiled innocently and lifted his chin, extending his tongue just far enough to gently lick the giant teat dangling in his face. Coop’s eyes rolled back in his head as a wave of pleasure rolled over him. “I hate you!” he gasped, writhing in ecstasy. “I hate you! I fuckin’ hate you!”

Coop big tit tasted like petroleum jelly and menthol, not the sexiest of flavors, but Malik didn’t care. What he really wanted was…

“UNGH!”

Coop moaned, his entire body thrumming with desire, as Malik took his tit in his mouth and began sucking. He barely had the bulbous tip in his mouth when he stopped, abruptly pulling away. 

“Don’t stop now, dude!” Coop panted. “Keep goin’! Suck my tit!”

Malik shook his head, “Nope. That’s enough for now. You’re not gay, right?”

“What?! No! ‘Course I ain’t no fag!” Coop insisted. “But you gave me these fuckin’ teats so you might as well use put ‘em to good use. Keep suckin’, bro! It’s the least you can do! You owe me this! You owe me!”

Shaking his head, Malik urged him off his lap and, after hesitating, Coop reluctantly rolled over onto the cushions next to him. “This ain’t just about yer pleasure, bro,” Malik explained. He gestured to his wildly tented sweatpants. “It’s about mine, too. Are you ready to suck my cock in return for me sucking yer tits?”

When Coop’s jaw fell open, Malik took it as a good sign and started to pull down the waistband of his pants to liberate his throbbing member but then Coop suddenly panicked, waving his hands. “No, don’t! I’m good, bro. No cock for me!” He staggered off the couch and pulled on his t-shirt, shaking his head. “I-I-I’ve gotta get goin’. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s prolly yer brother juss fuckin’ with my head again ‘cuz I ain’t no faggot. Look, I’m sure I’ll see ya around again, right?” He scowled, “Prolly a lot sooner than I want to. Thanks for fuckin’ me over, dude. These fuckin’ hooters you gave me’re gonna make the rest of my baseball season a lot of fun.”

***

Chapter 3

Syed emerged from his bedroom after Coop left. Sitting heavily down on the sofa, he patted Malik’s thigh, “A word of advice, bro.”

Malik looked over at him, “Yeah?”

“You gotta look at the big picture with Coop or yer gonna have a toxic case of blue balls.” He patted Malik’s aching package, still half-erect in his sweats before continuing, “What’re you tryna do anyways?” He answered his own question, “Fuck him and make him your wife, right?” Malik nodded, grinning, and Syed squeezed his cock, “It ain’t gonna be easy. Even with the mind control app on his phone, he’s still straight. It’s gonna take work to break that identity and build him a new one, one where he’s yer own personal cockwhore. You know how to do that? Hint: Think back to what I did to him tonight.”

Enjoying his brother’s forbidden touch on his most intimate part, Malik thought for a moment, “You mean I gotta humiliate him? That’s what you did when you stretched out his tits.”

“Very good!” Syed smiled, squeezing his cock harder. “But it’s more than that. Don’t get me wrong, humiliation is key but that’s not all. Tonight, I not only humiliated him, I also gave him a permanent pair of man-teats. Guys are their bodies, dude. Or, more precisely, their identities are wedded to their bodies. If you change their bodies, you change their identities. It’s a powerful tool. Change Coop’s body, he will become a different person…a very slutty and gay one. Trust me on this.”

“Really?” Malik was amazed by the depth of Syed’s wisdom. He never would have figured this out on his own.

“Really.” Syed’s hand moved under the waistband of his sweats, resting over his crotch. By this point, Malike was fully hard in his boxers and he was squirming. At the same time, Syed rested his other hand on his own bulge. He was wearing only a skintight pair of boxers that made it clear how big and fat his cock was. Malik glanced down at it, cheeks coloring. He didn’t resist when Syed urged him to pull down his sweats. Soon, the two brothers were seated next to each other on the couch in just their underwear. 

Syed turned and looked meaningfully into his eyes before leaning over and kissing him. Malik’s eyes widened. He and Syed had always enjoyed a close relationship with plenty of physical intimacy and mutual nudity but this was the first time his brother had kissed him on the lips. Syed regarded him through half-closed eyes. “Yer lips are sweet, bro,” he murmured, smiling. “Real sweet. Juss like you. Yer my sweet lil’ bro.”

Malik swallowed, overcome by the lingering sensation of Syed’s soft lips on his own and Syed’s big hand on his cock. He whispered, “I love you, Syed.”

The words hung in the air between them. Syed’s eyes widened; he looked stunned. And happy. There were tears in his eyes.

“And I love you, Malik.” He wiped his eyes,  “I’m so glad we can say that freely now. Ain’t nobody gonna keep us apart now that Mom and Dad’re in Arizona.” He moved his hand inside Malik’s boxers. Malik stiffened and sighed when his calloused hand grasped his cock. Syed was holding his cock! He couldn’t believe it. It was like a dream come true. Syed took in his reaction, praising, “Whoa, dude! Yer packin’! Yer awful big for a little brother!” His eyes narrowed, “But I can make you even bigger. You wanna get huge, bro?” He glanced down at the pouch of his own overstuffed underwear, “I can make you as big I am. Maybe even bigger.” He squeezed Malik’s cock. “You want that, bro?”

“Ungh! Yeah! I wanna be as big as you, Syed! Make me big!”

Syed took Malik’s hand and moved it onto his crotch. Malik’s fingers jerked when he felt just how girthy and huge his brother’s dick was. It was more than twice as big as his own and he knew by comparing himself to porn stars that he was very hung. He pulled the massive fuckstick out of his brother’s boxers and marveled at it. Syed did the same with his dick and they commenced jacking each other’s cocks, heads thrown back and moaning.

At some point, Syed straddled Malik on the couch and took both of their cocks in his hands, massaging them together. Malik moaned, lying back and enjoying Syed’s superior size and weight. He loved everything about his brother at that moment. Everything. His scent. His size. His dominance. His beauty. His sweat. He even loved his cum because, not a minute later, Syed shot his load and aimed it for his open mouth. Malik gulped it down, savoring every drop.

“I never wanna be apart from you,” Syed panted. Malik was pinned between his knees and Syed’s wide, firm butt was sitting directly on his still pulsing cock. “I wanna be with you forever.”

“Me, too!”

On impulse, Malik reached back and cupped his brother’s hulking, hairy buttocks. His fingers moved in, exploring that tantalizingly furry man-cleft. Syed arched his back and moaned when his fingertips grazed his tight hole but he took Malik’s hands in his own, moving them away, when he tried to insert his index finger.

Syed shook his head, “Uh uh, bro. You’d have to get me real drunk before I’d let that happen!” He grinned at Malik’s abashed expression, “Tell ya what: Let’s get busy making a pair of wives for ourselves. We need a couple of slut-holes if we’re gonna be completely satisfied…which brings me back to what I was talkin’ ‘bout before: You gotta break Coop to yer will, Malik. It can’t be me who does it. I gave ya a freebie when I stretched out his tits earlier but tomorrow you gotta start working him over on yer own. Take his body away and give him a new one. He’ll hate you for it but it don’t matter ‘cuz, once you remake him, he’ll be yer devoted cockslut. Change him. Change him completely so there’s no way he’ll ever go back to bein’ a cocky, hetero jock. Got it?”

Malik gazed up at his big, sexy brother and smiled, “Yeah, I got it. Don’t worry. I already got some ideas.”

Syed gave his cock one last, fond squeeze and got up off the couch. “Good. Now come sleep with me tonight in my bed. I want yer naked body against mine.”

***

Coop slunk into the locker room the next day, cheeks flushed with shame. All day, his new tits had been rubbing against his t-shirt and they were chafed and sore. Worse, he couldn’t seem to hide them, especially when he caught a chill. The enormous, ugly fuckers would stiffen and stand up from his chest like a pair of erections! It was the most humiliating thing. Even though it was a warm day, he’d been forced to keep his leather letterman’s jacket on to conceal his ‘chest-cocks’ as he’d started to call them. Now that it was gametime, he had no idea what he would do. How could he get naked in front of the guys looking like this? He ground his teeth in frustration, hating Syed with a passion.

He was standing at his locker, debating how to change into his baseball jersey without showing his buddies his chest, when his friend, Chuck, looked over and asked, “Who’s that dude talkin’ to Brody?”

Coop looked over and did a double take. Malik Steiner was in the locker room, talking to the assistant coach!

He watched Malik closely even though he badly wanted to ignore him. Part of him was angry that the dude had infiltrated his sacred space, the baseball locker room, and another part was intrigued and…excited? He shook his head at himself, trying to make himself turn away but he couldn’t.

Assistant Coach Brody was engaged in an animated conversation with Malik. He kept smiling and looking down at his feet before looking back up again, eyelids lowered. Coop recognized that body language; Brody was flirting with Malik! WTF? Was Brody a homo? Shit! Was everybody a faggot now?

When Brody reached out and placed a hand on Malik’s bulging bicep, Coop had had enough. He marched over and, inserting himself between Brody and Coop, forced them to step apart. Brody seemed confused by his sudden interruption but Malik merely smiled, murmuring, “Hey, bro.”

That voice. Fuck. That voice! Malik had the sexiest voice in the world! It sent a thrill down Coop’s spine and made his big teats stiffen against his shirt. Tongue-tied, he stood there, nervously looking all around the room, anywhere but at Malik. Finally, when the awkward silence had stretched long enough, he cleared his throat, demanding, “Why’re you here?”

Brody broke in, “You guys know each other?” Was it Coop’s imagination or did he sound disappointed and maybe a little bit threatened?

Malik glanced dismissively at Coop before turning back to Brody, “Not really. Who is he?”

Coop’s mouth fell open. How could Malik say that? It felt like the dude had stabbed him in the heart. He felt another stab a moment later when Brody replied, “Oh, just our second string catcher.” He looked up at Coop, ordering, “Go get dressed, Coop. The game starts soon.”

Coop clenched and unclenched his hands, looking from Malik to Brody. Slowly, his face turned pink and then bright red. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and took Malik by the shoulder, pulling him with him into the restroom adjacent to the locker room. He looked back at the confused Brody, growling, “We’ll be back in a sec.”

Once inside the bathroom, he looked around to be sure the stalls were empty and then closed the door behind them, standing with his back against it to prevent anyone from interrupting them. “Dude!” he complained. “What are you doing here?! And how do you know Brody?”

Malik shrugged, holding up his phone. He pointed to an app on the screen that Coop didn’t recognize. “We know each other through Scruff. I’ve fucked him a few times, including just now when I pinned him in his office.”

“You WHAT???!!”

“I fucked him,” Malik repeated. “You got a problem with that? You know I’m gay. Did you think I was celibate or something?” He smirked, “I’m a guy, dude. I got needs and Brody’s got a tight pussy. Screams like a girl when I nail him, too. Haha!”

Coop was growing more and more furious. He couldn’t believe that Malik would show up before his big game and then proceed to tell him he was fucking the assistant coach! He wanted to–

“Oh, hey, before I forget,” Malik said, pulling a little box wrapped in pink tissue paper out of his pocket, “I got this for you.”

He handed the package over. Coop looked down at it before looking back up at Malik. “For me?” he asked, inexplicably touched. “You got me a present?”

Malik shrugged, the essence of nonchalance. “Yeah, bro. It don’t mean nuthin’. Juss a lil’ sumthin’ I picked up.”

Coop’s hands were shaking as he peeled back the delicate tissue paper. When he saw the picture on the box inside, though, he froze. His eyebrows shot up as he looked questioningly into Malik’s dancing eyes, “A sports bra? You got me a sports bra, dude?”

Malik laughed, “‘Course I did! You need it now, bro. Go on. Put it on. I’ll help ya.” 

He had pulled off Coop’s jacket and was lifting his t-shirt over his head before Coop knew what was happening. He stood there while Malik extracted the pink garment from the box and urged him to lift his arms, pulling the straps down over his hands. Then he moved in front of him, scooping up his dangling teats and stuffing them into the little cups of the bra. 

When he was done, he leaned back on his heel and surveyed his handiwork, nodding with approval, “Yeah, hundred percent better. Looks great, bro.”

Coop stared down at himself, cheeks flaming, “I look fuckin’ stupid! Take it off me!”

“Nah, you look fine. See?” He gestured toward the mirror next to them, “Holds yer tits real good.”

Coop blinked at his reflection, surprised when he found that Malik was actually right. The bra not only provided good support, it pulled his tits against his chest, concealing them. They might not even show too much under his jersey…

“Th-Th-Thanks,” he stammered, mesmerized by his reflection. He wanted to hate wearing a bra but he didn’t. Quite the opposite, it felt somehow…natural. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

“Well?”

He looked back to Malik. “Well, what?”

Malik folded his arms. “Your fiancé just gave you a present, bro. What do you do?”

“…fiancé?” It took Coop a moment for the word to register. “Dude, yer not serious ‘bout dat, are ya? I mean, we’re not really engaged, are we?” He held up his hands. “I’m straight, dude! I’m not gonna marry a guy!”

Malik arched an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? Tell me to leave, bro, and I’ll walk right outta here. You’ll never see me again.”

Coop stared at him, unwillingly aghast. “What? No!”

“Really? So yer sayin’ you want me to stay?” Malik’s eyes narrowed, savoring Coop’s reaction.

Coop realized then that Malik was actually a lot more handsome than he’d initially thought. His broad, bearded face was tanned and already weathered from being outside so much but that just made him look more mature. His eyes crinkled when he smiled and, speaking of those eyes, they were really light amber-gold. They were really set off by his black, curly hair and cinnamon-colored skin. And talk about being tall and beefy! Malik was even more built than he was and stood a good two inches taller…

He cleared his throat, wondering what the fuck had gotten into him. He didn’t like guys and he certainly didn’t find them attractive!

Malik’s mouth quirked, “I can’t help but notice you didn’t tell me to leave.” 

Coop was trying to shake off the disturbing feelings coursing through him. Being semi-naked in Malik’s company was doing weird things to his mind. “Uh, what do you want?”

“Besides your hand in marriage?” Malik teased. “How ‘bout a kiss? It’s the least you can do, Coop.”

“Uh, Ok.” Coop couldn’t believe he’d agreed to it but he was already leaning forward and taking Malik in his arms. Malik responded, wrapping his arms around Coop’s waist and pulling him in close. Coop opened his mouth and then they were kissing.

Whoa. Coop had never kissed a guy before. He didn’t know it could be so much…fun? Yeah, it was fun, especially when Malik’s beard rubbed against his chin. Malik was aggressive and took hold of Coop, turning him around and–

“Ouch!” he yelped, pulling away and rubbing his aching behind. “What was that?”

Malik tossed an empty syringe into the garbage, explaining, “Bovine Growth Hormone.”

Coop stared at him, alarmed. “Bovine Growth Hormone?! You just injected me with Bovine Growth Hormone?!” He rubbed furiously at his buttock as if doing so would remove the awful stuff from his system. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“I was curious,” Malik said, shrugging. “I’ve never used it before. We have an organic farm so our cows are all BGH-free. Suppliers keep sending us samples, though. I wondered what it would do to a human.”

Coop was speechless and would have launched into an angry tirade if Brody hadn’t banged on the restroom door at that moment. “Hey, Coop? Time to go! The game’s starting!”

Swearing under his breath, Coop pulled his t-shirt over his bra and grabbed his jacket, stomping out of the bathroom. Brody glanced from him to Malik, obviously worried that they’d been fooling around behind his back. Apparently, he wasn’t reassured by Coop’s flushed, disheveled appearance and put his hands on his hips.

Malik ignored him, calling out to Coop, “See you tonight, bro? I’ll be in our usual spot.”

***

Chapter 4

Coop reappeared at the milking barn that evening when Malik was guiding the cows into their stalls. The big jock watched stonily as Malik patiently checked each cow’s udders for signs of mastitis. Once he was satisfied, Coop moved in and helped him attach the suctions tubes to their teats. Coop swallowed as he regarded the suction tubes, no doubt remembering having them attached to his nipples the night before. Even though he was wearing the sports bra that Malik had given him, his sizable chest was visible beneath his tight t-shirt. He looked down at his budding breasts and scowled.

“They’re bigger,” he grumbled. “I swear they’ve gotten bigger since you injected me with that fuckin’ shit!”

“Makes sense,” Malik said, slapping him on the rump. “BGH makes cow udders swell.”

Coop jumped at the swat, exclaiming, “What?!” He stared down at his chest in alarm. “You didn’t tell me that! I thought it would juss make me grow bigger muscles!”

“It makes everything grow,” Malik replied, shrugging. “Well, almost everything.” He smiled to himself.

“What’s that ‘sposed to mean?” Coop demanded.

Malik gave him a smug grin, “Just get to work. I have a little surprise for you…but only if yer a good girl.”

“Fuck you.”

Coop looked mutinous but nonetheless turned back to getting the cows ready for milking. After a half hour, they pulled off the tubes and sanitized the equipment before mucking out the stalls.

“These fuckin’ cows sure shit a lot,” Coop complained, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. He was wearing an extra tight pair of jeans, Malik noticed, and they really set off his prominent backside; it was a lovely view.

“They eat grass and hay all day,” Malik said, studying the jock’s ass with interest. Was it even bigger than earlier? It was hard to tell but it sure looked like it had swelled in size. Would the BGH work that quickly? “You’d shit a lot, too, if all you ate was grass.”

“Gross.” Coop finished spraying down the last stall and turned to him, “I did a good job, right?” He jerked his chin at the sparklingly clean stalls. “Does that mean I’ve earned a reward?”

“Yeah, you did good.” Malik sauntered up to him. “Time for yer surprise.” 

“Well?” Coop prompted when Malik remained silent. “What is it?”

“Get on yer knees and find out.” Malik leaned against the wall and glanced down at his crotch where the outline of his big hardon was clearly visible. Coop followed his gaze, eyes widening. “Go on, slut,” Malik ordered, “Unzip me. It’s time for my milking.”

“WHAT?!” 

But Coop was already kneeling down before him. Malik smirked, lifting his eyebrows to indicate that the jock shouldn’t waste any time. Trembling with outrage (and possibly desire), Coop reached up with shaking hands and unzipped Malik’s fly. Unbuckling his belt, he unfastened the top button of his jeans and then shimmied the taut denim down his hips. Malik’s boxers pulled down as Coop worked, exposing his thick, black bush. Coop looked up at him pleadingly one last time but Malik didn’t relent. He jerked his chin, mouthing, ‘Get to work!’ Coop sighed unhappily and commenced lowering the waistband of Malik’s underwear.

Inch after inch after inch of Malik’s erection was revealed until finally the big beast sprang out from its bushy lair, nearly slapping Coop on the cheek. Coop swallowed and braced himself, tentatively parting his lips before steeling himself and taking the exposed cock in his fist.

“OH, FUCK!” Malik moaned, throwing his head back as Coop’s lips fastened themselves onto his dick and the jock started sucking and lapping. “OH, SHIT! THAT’S AMAZIN’!!!”

Encouraged, Coop dropped his hand and swallowed as much of Malik’s girthstick as he could. He locked eyes with Malik as he did so, his gaze containing a mixture of defiance, revulsion and desire. Malik grinned back at him; he could tell that the jock had never sucked a cock before but it didn’t matter because Coop was a fast learner. He was also motivated, growing bolder and more innovative the more Malik praised his efforts. He was a pro in no time! It was almost fun watching him struggle, the heterosexual part of him inexorably losing ground as he embraced his new role as a submissive faggot. Like a natural cocksucker, Malik thought, smiling to himself. Syed picked the right guy for me!

Coop jerked in surprise when Malik placed the clippers on his scalp. He almost spit out his cock but Malik warned, “Don’t! Keep sucking!” Coop looked like he wanted to disobey but Malik’s hold on him was too strong. He let out a little whimper of disbelief when Malik flicked on the power and swiped the clippers over his skull, shaving a long, deep trench across his head. His shaggy, black locks tumbled to the floor at his knees.

“Good boy!” Malik purred even as tears filled Coop’s blue eyes. Soon, they were sliding down his cheeks as Malik shaved off more and more of his precious hair. Coop kept his eyes locked onto Malik’s as he sucked and Malik shaved, a forlorn expression on his handsome face. Malik erupted in orgasm as he razored the last bits of his hair off and Coop choked, gagging. He nonetheless swallowed every last bit of his cum like a good little cockslut.

“I hate you!” he whispered after he settled back on his heels, his newly bald scalp shining in the fluorescent lights. “I fuckin’ hate you!”

“That’s good,” Malik said, rubbing oil into his hands. “You’ll hate me even more after this.” He lowered his hands onto Coop’s head and massaged in the viscous gel, thoroughly coating every inch of the jock’s shorn pate.

“Ow! That hurts!” Coop howled, trying to pull his head out of Malik’s hands. “And that smell! What the fuck is that shit?!”

“The smell’s juss yer hair follicles burning,” Malik explained patiently. “This here’s a chemical depilatory. I’m making you permanently bald, bro. Hope you enjoy bein’ a skinhead ‘cuz yer gonna be one for the rest of yer life now.” He laughed, “Now everybody’ll know yer a racist mutherfucker. Can’t hide yer true colors no more!” When Coop wailed piteously, trying desperately to wipe the chemical off of his head, he taunted, “Serves ya right. You deserve even worse if ya ask me. Now, c’mon, get up and go home. I’m sick of lookin’ at yer bald head.”

***

Syed was waiting for him after Coop fled the barn, wailing and whining and rubbing his permanently bald scalp in disbelief. “That was good, bro,” he said, taking Malik into his arms and kissing him. “Yer a fast learner. Creative, too. I never woulda thought of doin’ that to him.”

Malik smiled, returning the kiss. “I’m making him mine like you said. I also wanna make it so he can’t hide his true self no more. People should know who he really is.”

“I agree.” Syed guided him out of the barn. He paused next to the back fence, though, and gazed out at the twilit sky. The sun had set but the horizon still glowed pink. The first stars were visible overhead, a pale tapestry of light in the darkening sky. Syed put his arm over Malik’s shoulders, pulling him close. “Coop’s gotta know his place, bro. Without no hair now, he ain’t gonna forget it anytime soon. I’m proud of you!”

“I’m just getting started,” Malik replied, sliding his hand down over Syed’s significant buttocks and squeezing. He was horny again after shearing off Coop’s hair and, even though he knew what his brother’s answer would be, he felt compelled to ask, “Can I, bro?” He slipped his hand inside Syed’s jeans, working his fingers down toward his big brother’s hairy hole. “I’ll be gentle.” When Syed resisted, he reasoned, “It’ll be easier if I do it now. After you make me bigger, it’ll hurt even worse!”

Syed arched his back, allowing Malik easier access and indulged him more than the previous night. This time, he allowed Malik to stroke his hairy pucker, shivering when he pushed a fingertip inside. His anus pinched around Malik’s forefinger and he wiggled his butt seductively.

Malik sighed; he was in heaven! “Well? Lemme do it, bro. Please!”

Syed turned and kissed him, still pinching his finger in his anus. “I wanna say yes,” he breathed, tonguing Malik’s upper lip. “Yer awful persistent, bro. Yer wearin’ me down.” He laughed, “I ain’t never bottomed before. You make me wanna find out what all the fuss is about.”

“So you will?” Malik was hard and leaking in his boxers. The thought of fucking Syed up the butt nearly made him cream himself with expectation.

“Yeah but not tonight.” Syed kissed him again, loosening his anus and allowing Malik’s finger to slide in past the second knuckle. His hole was tight and hot and moist, just the kind of pussy Malik liked to fuck. The fact that that pussy belonged to his big bro…well, that made it even hotter.

Moaning, Syed invited more of Malik’s finger inside and even let him push in his ring finger, stretching him out. But when Malik tried to slide in a third, he stood up straight and gently removed the hand, lifting it and licking his fingers. “Tell ya what, bro,” he breathed in between licks, “My asshole is yers if you do a little sumthin’ for me. Will you do it?”

Malik smiled, “I’ll do anything.”

“Good. Now here’s the plan…”

***

Coop was waiting for him in the parking lot when he pulled the next morning and parked his truck. The jock’s face was stony and he was looking off into the distance as if he were too proud to admit he was there waiting for his man. He wore his letterman’s jacket and backwards ballcap like always. Malik, however, knew why he was dressed that way even though it was a warm spring day: Coop was trying to cover his breasts and his shiny, bald head.

“I look like a fuckin’ cancer patient,” he complained when Malik climbed down out of the truck. He reached out and offered his arm, though, a sign of deference to his soon-to-be husband.

Malik took the arm and patted it before running his hand up Coop’s neck and removing the cap. The glare of the rising sun off the jock’s hairless crown was nearly blinding! He smirked, pulling it back down. “Cancer patients don’t have eyebrows. Should I take off yer eyebrows next?”

“NO!”

It was almost worth it just watching Coop’s blue eyes go round in fear. Malik smiled, “Don’t worry. You can keep yer brows…for now.”

Coop’s hand clenched in his own but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he lowered his head, admitting, “I-I-I know it’s super fucked up what yer doin’ to me–I mean, what you’ve done to me–but I-I-I kinda like, too.”

“Ah, so you like being permanently bald?” Malik teased.

“No, I fuckin’ hate it and you!” Coop replied, gritting his teeth. “The problem is that I also…like it.” He shook his head, “Like I said, it’s super fucked up. I don’t know how yer doin’ it but it’s workin’.”

Malik grinned evilly, “Has it ever occurred to you that I feel the same way about you?” He shook his head, “Of course not! You’re too self-centered to think about anyone but yourself.” He waved this off, “It doesn’t matter, though. By the time I’m done with you, all you will ever think about is me.” He could tell by Coop’s stunned expression that he was correct in his assessment of his self-centeredness. “C’mon,” he said, pulling Coop toward campus. “Let’s give everybody a show.”

He walked proudly, hand in hand, with his new boyfriend. Coop acted afraid and cringed when they passed people but gradually he grew bolder, especially when he looked over and met Malik’s calm, confident gaze. Malik could feel how much Coop relied on him. The more he projected an air of being in charge, the more Coop relaxed and settled into his role as the subservient boyfriend. Syed is a fuckin’ mastermind, he thought, watching Coop come out of his shell more and more. A fuckin’ mastermind…emphasis on master.

He made Coop introduce him to his friends. The other jocks were taken aback when he proclaimed his sudden gay conversion and a couple were openly disgusted. Surprisingly, though, most of the dudes took it in stride, looking Malik up and down before giving him their grudging respect. Malik cut a tough figure; it was in his blood. He could feel his authority radiating through his very pores. The other guys must have felt this, too, because none of them could make eye contact for long.

“So,” one of Coop’s bros asked finally, “He wasn’t fuckin’ with us? He really meant it when he said he was turnin’ gay on Insta the other night?”

Malik stared the jock straight in the eye, “Yeah, I’m the Sand N**ger.” Coop–and the rest of the bros–flinched when he said it but he had no problem with stating the truth. He wasn’t going to sugarcoat it: He was half Arab and proud of it. He didn’t give a fuck what these stupid jocks thought or what slurs they used.

It didn’t escape his notice that he was the only man of color among all of Coop’s friends. This only confirmed what he already knew about his boyfriend: Coop was a racist. These days, you had to work extra hard to not have any friends of a different race or ethnic group. The campus was diverse, even more diverse than the rest of the state of Michigan. This wasn’t because the university tried for diversity–this would have landed it in trouble with Trump’s gestapo–it was because it had a reputation for delivering a high-quality education for a more or less affordable price.

Coop had helped to confirm a truth about racists that Malik had long suspected. It was one they vehemently denied but that their very vehemence only seemed to affirm: They longed to be dominated, especially by the very people they tried to repress. Behind their angry rhetoric was a plea to be abused, to be treated the same way they treated the downtrodden. 

He’d witnessed this personally many times, at first vicariously through Syed; his big brother loved to bully the very kids who tried to bully him. Later, he learned it through firsthand experience. He wasn’t afraid to use this knowledge and experience to his advantage…and for his pleasure. He got off on seeing Coop debase himself at least as much as Coop got off on debasing himself in the first place. This reciprocity all but guaranteed Coop’s eventual compliance: He wanted Malik to destroy him. Sure, he would complain and whine and yell and resist but he would always come around for more. All Malik needed to do was keep a firm hand on his leash.

And speaking of keeping a firm hand, he thought. Time for the next step. He looked over at Coop and ordered, “I want you to introduce me to yer gf and break it off with her.”

Coop froze, mouth falling open. He looked over at Malik, a pleading expression on his face. When Malik merely stared back at him stonily, his shoulders fell and he turned and led Malik by the hand to the student union. There, they sipped on coffee at a cafe while Coop texted his girlfriend and asked her to meet with him before class. It wasn’t long before she appeared surrounded by a posse of her friends.

Keira, Coop’s girlfriend, was the one in the middle; he knew it even before Coop said anything. Resplendent in a pink outfit, her plucked eyebrows rose high on her forehead when she saw Coop holding hands with Malik. Coop stood up, hanging his head but not releasing Malik’s hand.

“C-C-Coop?! What’s goin’ on?” she demanded. “Why’re you with…this guy?”

Her friends crowded around her, staring in puzzlement at them. Like Coop’s jock friends, these women were all white. Malik had to keep himself from rolling his eyes. He knew this type of white chick well: Sorority girl from a rich family, done up in expensive clothes and wearing far too much makeup. Even though none of them were older than twenty years old, their faces already bore the telltale traces of plastic surgery, fillers and Botox. Their cloying perfume filled his nostrils, making him want to gag. He felt proud to stand there before them wearing a pair of stained jeans and a ragged t-shirt.

Apparently, Coop’s ‘perfume’ also made Keira want to gag because she wrinkled her nose and sniffed the air delicately. “Is that manure?” she asked, disgusted. “Don’t you know how to wash, Cooper?”

Coop looked abashed and his face reddened as he stammered, “K-K-Keira, this here’s Malik.” He paused, throat working up and down as he fought against saying the next words. At a hard squeeze of his hand by Malik, though, he gulped, “He’s my boyfriend, er, I mean fiancé. We’re gonna get married.”

“WHAT???!!!” Keira shrieked, staring aghast at Coop before her pretty head swiveled over to Malik. “YOU’RE WHAT???!!!”

“You heard him,” Malik growled. “Coop’s gay and I’m making him into my little faggot now.” Pulling Coop in close, he ran his hand up his beefy arm, lifting the jock’s ball cap off of his head and exposing his bald head. At the same time, he moved his other hand under Coop’s varsity jacket, drawing it back to expose his swollen tits. He looked directly at Keira, asking, “You like?” He laughed, glancing down at Coop’s crotch and lifting his eyebrows, “‘Cuz he sure does.” The bulge tenting out Coop’s jeans was epic.

Keira’s face turned even redder than Coop’s as she stared first at his bare scalp, then at his tits and finally at his lurid erection. Her girlfriends started tittering, something that only added to her growing indignation.

SLAP!!!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Coop stood there, stunned, as Keira took out her rage on his face, slapping him so hard her nails left bloody tracks. When she raised her hand again, though, Malik caught it, warning, “Careful, bitch. He’s mine now. Only I get to touch him.” He tossed her hand back at her, eyes flaring.

It was somewhat satisfying to watch Keira grow pale and back away. Malik didn’t use the ‘Angry Brown Man’ act very often because he knew white people already thought he was angry even when he wasn’t but there were times when it was called for. He smirked as Keira made an inarticulate sound in the back of her throat before twisting her engagement ring off of her finger and tossing it on the floor at Coop’s feet. She turned and flounced away, followed by her bemused girlfriends.

After they’d left and all eyes in the cafe were focused on them, Malik asked, “Tell me sumthin’, bro. She wasn’t yer only gf, was she?”

Coop shook himself. “No, ‘course not. But she was my fiancée.” He paused, wheels of his mind turning, “Yer not gonna make me tell all of ‘em, are ya? I don’t know if I can.”

“No,” Malik replied, grinning, “but from now on, there will be no more women for you. You understand?”

Coop did. Nodding vigorously, “Yeah, don’t worry, bro! I won’t never touch a chick again. ‘Sides, what chick would want me to fuck her lookin’ like this?” He gestured to his tits and bald head. “I look fuckin’ ridiculous!”

“And yer only gonna get more ridiculous,” Malik grunted. “Trust me on that one, bro.”

***

Chapter 5

After a few days as openly gay boyfriends, Malik took Coop to a big and tall men’s store and instructed him to buy a new wardrobe, one that accented his most salient feature: His big, muscular jock-ass. When he held up a pair of stretch-fit jeans, Coop complained, “My ass already gets enough attention. It don’t need more!”

“Just shut up and put ‘em on.” Malik pointed to the changing room. “Don’t make me go in there with you.”

Coop ducked his head and obediently slinked into the changing room, creeping out a few minutes later wearing the jeans and a sheepish expression. Malik’s jaw dropped. The ass encased inside those skintight jeans was epic. He had no idea that his boyfriend’s butt was that big! The jeans hugged every curve, accenting the blocky roundness of each globe and pulling in tight to reveal the deep cleft of his buttocks. They clung to his thighs, too, revealing every curve of his quads. When he cinched a belt around his tiny waist, his profile was stunning. Malik had never seen an ass-shelf that big and firm before.

Coop pulled his ballcap down lower on his bald head to hide his embarrassment but it was no use; his entire neck, face and head were bright pink.

“Why’re ya doin’ this to me, bro?” he begged, glancing over at the other customers who were trying to conceal their amusement at seeing him tricked up like a cheap whore. “This is awful!”

“And you like it.” Malik patted his big butt cheek, watching it jiggle through the denim. “I can tell because the jeans are so tight I can see your erection.”

Coop jumped, clapping his hands over his bulge. It was too late; the damage had already been done. He’d been so fixated on his butt that he didn’t notice the stout outline of his stubby cock plastered against his thigh. You could even see the thick ridge of his circumcised glans.

“Listen, Babygirl,” Malik said, grinning, “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“Uh, what?” Coop’s blue eyes were puzzled.

“With an ass like that, you’re good for only one thing.” Malik ran his hand under the heavy bulk of Coop’s buttock and tickled his taint, making him moan. “And I want everyone to know that when they look at you. From now on, people will see yer big, thicc ass and know you take it up the butt.”

Coop clenched his jaw, stammering, “F-F-Fuck you. I ain’t no fag!” His words, however, lacked conviction. 

“Oh?” Malik stepped away from him, dusting off his hands. “If that’s the case, then we’re done. Go on. Get changed and go back to yer boring hetero life. I don’t give a fuck.”

“You know that’s not possible!” Coop hissed, angry. “You and yer fuckin’ brother made me this way. I can’t go back!”

Malik called his bluff, pulling out his phone. “I’ll call Syed right now and tell him to remove the app from your phone. He’ll have the company reverse everything. You’ll be free of me, of us.” He waved his hand, “Just go to a plastic surgeon and have them fix yer tits. Presto! You’ll be good as new. Well, ‘cept for yer hair. Sorry to say that can’t be fixed.” He sighed heavily, holding up the phone, “Is that what you want? I’m offering your freedom. I haven’t even fucked yer pussy yet so yer viriginity’s still intact. You can still get yer ‘Straight Boy Gold Card’ back.”

When Coop struggled to answer, he turned to leave but a needy hand on his arm stopped him. He looked back to see agony etched across the jock’s handsome face. No matter how hard he struggled, though, Coop couldn’t make himself say the words, ‘Please stay.’ He didn’t need to, though; they were written plainly across his face (and outlined in the crotch of his pants.)

Malik’s mouth quirked, “If I stay, you know what that means, right?”

Coop lowered his head, nodding, “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me…even fuck my hole.” He grimaced, “I can’t believe I juss said that!”

“Good, Babygirl.” Malik took Coop’s big hand in his own and squeezed. “Now let’s pick out some more clothes.” He pulled a tight, pink short-sleeved shirt off the rack and held it up to Coop’s mounded chest. “This’ll show off yer tits.”

Coop sighed but nonetheless accepted the shirt and went into the changing room to try it on.

***

In the evening they milked the cows as usual. It had been over a week since Coop first appeared in the milking barn and they had fallen into a more or less comfortable pattern. Coop was a big, strapping guy and together he and Malik could handle pretty much everything. Syed soon left them alone to do the evening chores, going inside and relaxing for a while before bedtime.

Malik could feel Coop’s eyes on him the whole time they worked but the jock looked away whenever he glanced up. Finally, he demanded, “What?”

Coop dipped his head. “Nuthin’. It’s juss you haven’t kissed me yet tonight.”

“You’re asking for a kiss?” Malik was amazed. Normally he had to tell Coop to do everything. This was the first time the jock made the first move.

“Yeah.” Coop’s blue eyes were downcast, his cheeks flushed.

Malik smiled and sauntered over to him, taking him in his arms and planting a kiss on his lips. Coop relaxed into his grip, melting into him and the kiss. He opened his mouth and invited Malik’s tongue inside. They were both hard within seconds.

When Coop tried to move his hands down to unzip Malik’s jeans, though, he stopped him. Exasperated, the jock asked, “Can’t I do it? I wanna give ya blowjob!”

“Not tonight.” It was extremely satisfying to watch Coop’s disappointed reaction; the jock was like putty in his hands.

“Why not?” There was a distinct whine in Coop’s voice.

Malik smiled, kissing him on the forehead, “This weekend. Syed said he’ll cover the chores so we can have a private getaway at a spa. Would you like that?”

The excitement in Coop’s eyes was pure gold; he all but jumped up and down, crying, “Fuck, yeah! I can’t wait to have you all to myself for a whole weekend!”

Malik dropped his hands down onto those big, mounded buttocks, squeezing, “You know what this means, dontcha, Babygirl?”

“What?”

Malik’s eyes narrowed, “I’m gonna take yer ass virginity for my very own. You–and yer hole–won’t never be the same again. Is that what you want?”

Coop didn’t need to think much about this. Shaking his head, he admitted, “No and yes. But I’ve said that already. You know how much I hate what you’ve done to me.”

“Good. Now let’s clean up, we’re done here.” 

Malik stepped away from his straight boyfriend, smirking at Coop’s exasperated expression. He knew the guy was hornier than shit and aching for release but he wasn’t about to give it to him. Best to let him marinate in his desire. It would make him into a particularly eager little cockslut this weekend!

He was almost to the door when Coop stopped him, “Hey, what’s that in there?”

Malik looked over into the room off the milking shed, “That? It’s the stud room.”

“‘Stud room’?” Coop repeated. “What’s that mean?”

Malik reached over and flicked on the lightswitch, illuminating a big, cement-floored room with a shiny, black machine in the center. Blinking in confusion, Coop took in the sight of the slightly sinister apparatus and Malik felt compelled to ask, “You know that cows need to be impregnated in order to produce milk, right?”

“Uh, really? I guess I never thought much ‘bout it.”

Malik sighed. It was always the same. Non-farmers didn’t have a fucking clue about how their food was produced. In a weary tone he explained, “Cows are juss like humans, they make milk to feed their babies. It’s not like they randomly start producing milk when they mature.” He shook his head at Coop’s perplexed reaction. Clearly, this idea had never crossed the jock’s mind. Malik’s lip curled, “Nobody gets that part. It’s the dark side of milk production: Cows have to give birth in order to start lactating. If they didn’t, we wouldn’t have milk. We take away their babies after they’re born and either sell them for veal if they’re male or raise them on formula if they’re female.”

Coop’s mouth was hanging open, “That’s…that’s juss monstrous!”

“Welcome to the world of agribusiness, bro. Everything’s a commodity in a capitalist system, especially animals.”

“It’s awful!”

Malik shook his head, “I can’t say I disagree but it’s also my livin’.” Turning back to the black stud harness in the middle of the room, he continued, “Now, obviously cows don’t impregnate themselves. We need a bull for that. The problem is that bulls are aggressive and can injure the cow during breeding.” He gestured toward the black contraption with its thick, leather harness and massaging suction designed to hold a very large bull penis, “That’s what this is for. We strap the bull in there and the machine gets the bull off so we can collect his semen and then artificially inseminate the cows.” He dusted his hands off, “No mess, no fuss.”

“Fuuuuuck.” Coop couldn’t take his eye off the enormous suction that was shaped perfectly for a long, fat bull cock. “That’s fuckin’ gross.”

“Jealous, bro?” Malik teased, patting his own crotch, “Don’t worry. I may not be hung like a bull but I got more than enough to leave ya gapin’.”

“Asshole.” 

The word was filled with malice but Coop’s eyes belied his arousal; they were fixed hungrily on Malik’s bulge.

***

That weekend, Coop emerged from the changing room, blinking in the bright light of the salon. Wearing just a pair of pink boxer shorts, he acted confused. “Hey, bro,” he asked Malik who was reclining in a low chair wearing a white bathrobe cinched around his taut waist, “why’re they here?” He gestured to the two young men who were waiting expectantly next to a massage table in the center of the room. Soft music played in the background and the air was scented with jasmine. A ceiling fan spun lazily overhead while a fountain trickled through a mock bamboo forest off to the side.

“They’re gonna get you ready,” Malik explained, standing up and padding over to him. “You ready?”

Coop took a step backwards, “Ready for what?”

“Do I really need to spell it out?” Malik smiled when Coop’s cheeks colored. “Now go ahead and lie down. Let ‘em do all the work. I’ll be here the whole time.”

Coop looked uncertain, “Uh, what’re they gonna do to me?”

“Just lie down and you’ll find out.” Malik turned away, pleased when Coop caught him by the arm. He took the big jock in his arms, feeling him shake with fear and expectation. “Don’t worry, bro,” he soothed. “You asked for this, remember? I offered to set you loose but you decided to stay.” He gestured toward the waiting attendants, “Now let ‘em do their job and make you ready.”

He sat back down in his chair. After hesitating, Coop allowed one of the attendants to help him onto the table. He lay face down on the table and had just started to relax when the other attendant removed his boxers. He grabbed the young man’s wrists, trying to wrestle the boxers back over his big mounds but Malik reprimanded, “Stop it. I tole ya to let ‘em do their job. Now stop bein’ a pussy and man up!”

Coop gritted his teeth and acted like he wanted to argue but he relented when Malik lifted his eyebrows at him. Settling back down on the table, he allowed the young guy to strip him naked.

His body was beautiful. Bulging with muscles and covered in black body hair, he looked older than his twenty years. Malik observed him with pleasure, his cock thickening inside his robe. He nodded at the attendants when they looked up questioningly. He gestured at the thick mat of black hair covering Coop’s legs, buttocks and lower back. “Yeah, it all goes,” he instructed. “That’s what we paid for.”

Coop turned his head at this, “What all goes?”

Malik waved this off, “Just relax and enjoy the massage, bro.”

The men got to work using the latest in depilatory technology. The procedure cost a fortune but Malik didn’t care because it was all going on Coop’s credit card. Donning gloves, the attendants squeezed tubes of clear gel onto their hands and massaged it into Coop’s skin. Coop sighed in pleasure as they worked on him and Malik watched with fascination as the liquid seeped into the jock’s pores, instantly killing all of his hair follicles. Incredibly, there was no chemical odor or smell of burning hair. As far as Coop could tell, he was just getting a massage. In reality, though, the young men were dutifully scraping off all of his body hair, leaving him smooth and bare all over.

When they were done with his back, they urged him to turnover and placed a rice-filled mask over his eyes. Coop sighed in contentment, allowing them to continue their ministrations. His small, stout cock was half hard…or was it? Malik realized it was difficult to tell because guys with small dicks always looked like they were half hard.

The young men proceeded to strip Coop bare of his blanket of black chest hair, making his big teats look even more obscene. Malik goggled at the jock’s hooters; they were even bigger than he remembered! He didn’t have long to admire them, though, because the attendants were already moving along, getting ready to denude Coop’s genitals.

Coop mostly cooperated, only objecting when they squirted the gel onto his pubes. He started to take off his mask but Malik ordered to lay back down and relax. The jock complied but was clearly very uncomfortable having a couple of guys handle his junk. They gingerly lifted his stub and slathered the ointment around it and his small pair of testes. Coop shifted but remained in place, even allowing them to part his thighs so they could treat to taint and butthole.

Malik was hard as a rock under his robe by the time they disposed of the last clumps of Coop’s hair, leaving him completely devoid of any trace of fuzz below the eyebrows. Coop looked completely changed. It was difficult to even recognize him like this. His freshly denuded skin looked so smooth and supple that Malik couldn’t wait to touch him…and then do more than that.

All in good time, though. 

He forced himself to be patient while the attendants urged Coop over onto his belly again. Coop was zoned out which was good because it prevented him from seeing what they’d done to him. He obediently lay down and dozed off. Malik smiled, glad he’d taken the spa’s recommendation to add the sedative to the depilatory. It meant that Coop would be completely out of it for the final, more painful part of the procedure.

Watching the procedure through half-closed eyes, Malik amused himself by imagining Coop’s reaction when he woke up and saw his altered body…

***

Chapter 6

Coop awoke lying next to Malik in a warm pool of water. He was naked, save for a pink ball cap on his bald head. A fountain trickled in the background and fern fronds draped over the edges of the tub. The air was balmy and the evening sunlight streaming golden through the open door of their private balcony. He smiled lazily up at Malik as his eyelids fluttered open.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “musta dozed off.” He stretched and yawned, exclaiming, “Fuck! I feel great!” The next moment, though, he froze when his tongue drifted over the significant rise of his upper lip. His eyebrows drew together in confusion and he demanded, “What’s wrong with my lips?”

“Collagen,” Malik replied, savoring his horrified reaction. “I had ‘em plumped up.”

Coop sat up, splashing water. His swollen lips formed an ‘O’ as he struggled to make sense of Malik’s words. And then he happened to look down and see his hairless body and augmented hips. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME???!!!” he screamed, staring in horror at the new roll of jiggly flab around his midsection. Without any body hair, it was even more pronounced than it otherwise would have been. He reached down and let out an exasperated howl of despair when he pinched his new soft, squishy muffintop.

Malik grinned, “I had ‘em plump everything up. You were too skinny.” He settled back against the edge of the tub, hands behind his head. “My future wife’s gotta have some padding. You know, sumthin’ to grab onto when I ride her pussy.”

“No! I refuse! You can’t just make me fat! I’ll go on a diet!” Coop couldn’t stop grabbing the perfectly round spare tire of flab around his formerly narrow waist. There was not even a hint of his glorious abs; they had been completely enveloped by the soft, saggy dough.

Malik cracked an eyelid, “That’s not fat, dumbass. It’s silicone. Just like the stuff in yer butt. You can’t diet it off.”

Coop’s succulent lips mouthed the word, ‘Silicone,’ before he bolted upright and cupped his newly inflated ass cheeks. His cry of despair echoed across the room and out into the evening air. Unmoved, Malik watched him as he stood up and craned his neck to see how much bigger his already giant ass had become. When he saw his profile reflected back at him ad infinitum from the parallel mirrors affixed to opposite walls in their suite, he lifted his head and let out another agonized howl.

After a while, he sank down on his haunches beside Malik, his incredibly plumped globes hanging heavily behind him. He held his face in his hands and sobbed. Malik noted with particular enjoyment how the silicone in his buttocks jiggled alluringly with even the slightest movement. Those juicy cheeks bounced and wiggled each time the jock lost himself in another cascade of self pity.

Finally, Malik grew tired of the theatrics and distracted him, running his fingers between the jock’s thick thighs and caressing his hairless taint. Tracing along, he worked his way upward until he could tickle the jock’s buried hole. Coop braced and his sobs choked off as he looked down at him. Malik smiled and wiggled his finger. Coop stiffened but his resistance quickly melted. Soon, with a deep sigh, he relaxed and invited Malik’s questing finger inside. His anus, trembling with desire, closed around his fingertip. Malik grinned. 

Coop was moist and hot and tight. 

Coop was ready.

Syed had told him it would be like this. ‘Destroy him and then swoop in and rescue him when he falls apart,” his brother had assured. “He’ll forget everything else when you remind him who’s boss. He’ll even thank you for it.’ Even though Malik had trusted the wisdom of his brother’s words, seeing Coop respond like this in real life was mind blowing.

He did what he did best.

He took charge.

Sitting up, he took Coop into his arms and held him. Coop leaned against him, resting his head on his shoulder and shivering when Malik cupped his newly enlarged ass in his calloused hands. Malik nibbled his ear, purring, “You’re ready for me, aren’t ya?” Coop nodded, mewling like a kitten. Malik parted the jock’s heavy, jelly-filled cheeks. Coop arched his back and moaned when Malik gently pulled open his unfucked hole. “Lie back, Babygirl,” Malik urged. “Lemme show ya a whole, new world.”

Coop obeyed, falling backward onto his pillowy buttocks. His collagen-filled lips parted and his wide, blue eyes were riveted on Malik’s face as he urged him to move his beefy legs upward. Those eyes then filled with worry when Malik squirted lube into his palm and slicked up his long, hard pole. Coop flinched when he slathered the gooey remnants over his hairless pucker. 

Malik pushed the ball cap off of the jock’s head and savored the sight of Coop’s body completely bare of hair, save for his freshly-plucked eyebrows. Lying on his back with his legs over his head, his short erection and little ball sack were trapped beneath his thunderous thighs, making it look like he only had the crease of a vagina down there. This only served to make Malik’s cock grow harder.

“Ready, Babygirl?” 

Coop whimpered piteously but nonetheless nodded. Malik positioned his cockhead over that fresh, unfucked hole and pushed forward. Coop clenched his jaw and his eyes rolled upward as he forced himself to relax. Malik grinned when he felt that tight jock-hole grow slack and he thrust inside. Coop cried out as his ass ring parted. It was too late, though; Malik was already penetrating him.

Christ, he was so hot and tight! Malik had never fucked such a small hole before and he marveled at the sensation. It was more pleasurable than he could have imagined!

Tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, he pushed his way in deeper. Coop whined and whimpered, working with him despite his obvious humiliation. The jock really wanted a big cock inside him! Malik appreciated his efforts because without Coop’s invitation, he never would have been able to force his girthy cock inside. Malik took after his brother in many ways, not the least of which was the diameter of his big erection.

He paused when he finally managed to squeeze the entirety of his cock inside Coop’s rectum. Coop was flushed and pink, his puffy lips parted and his eyes glazed. Malik lowered his head and took the jock’s plump upper lip between his teeth and bit down. Coop sighed, licking his teeth. Malik released the lip, opening his mouth and kissing the softest, thickest lips he’d ever touched. Coop moaned, wiggling his bottom. Malik bucked forward, driving his dick in deeper.

And they were off! Rocking together and apart, together and apart, Malik learned exactly how Coop liked to be fucked. It didn’t take him long to figure out where the jock’s prostate was because Coop hollered in ecstasy when his cock slammed against that buried knob. Soon, he was pounding against it like a seasoned pro, driving Coop higher and higher, further and further, deeper and deeper into his new life as a submissive bottom slut. 

When he was ready to cum, he groped around in the crease between the jock’s flabby belly and sweaty thighs and found his buried cock. Stroking it between his thumb and forefinger, he worked Coop to an explosive orgasm that was just about perfectly timed with his own. They arched their backs and lifted their heads, their deep voices booming out in tandem. Malik’s whole body thrummed. He felt so powerful, so victorious, so proud! He’d succeeded in totally remaking Coop into his personal cockwhore.

Squeezing the jock’s new love handles, he leaned down and kissed him. Sweat dripped off his shaggy, black hair, raining down onto Coop’s face. Coop stared up at him in utter and complete adoration. Malik grinned and lowered his lips, kissing him again and again. 

They fucked a bunch more times and it was long past midnight by the time they finally grew tired. Standing together in the spray of the shower, Malik held Coop around the middle, teasing him with little kisses. When he stepped away to squirt shampoo into his hands, Coop looked down at himself and frowned.

“Whatsa matter, Babygirl?” Malik asked, massaging the shampoo into Coop’s scalp. (He’d read that guys still needed to wash their scalp even when they were bald. He wanted his babygirl’s head to sparkle!)

Coop thrust out his big, plump lip, “Does my dick look smaller to you?”

Malik followed his gaze, realizing the dude’s dick was nowhere near the size it was a couple weeks ago. “Yeah, it is a bit smaller,” he admitted. He patted Coop’s soft, silicone-filled belly, cajoling, “But maybe it’s because yer fatter now? Yer big belly kinda hides yer dick.”

Coop’s pout became more pronounced, “I don’t think that’s it.” He looked away from his dick and up into Malik’s eyes, “Could it be the Bovine Growth Hormone?”

“Could be,” Malik said, shrugging. “I dunno how that stuff affects a dude, just that it makes cows produce more milk.” To emphasize this point, he took Coop’s dangling udders in his hands and playfully pretended to milk them. When a little spurt of milk came out from each tit, he dropped them in surprise. “Oh, hey! Would ya look at that? Yer producin’ milk and I ain’t even gotten ya pregnant yet, bro!”

“STOP IT!” Coop gaped down at the milky fluid dripping out of his breasts. He pushed Malik’s hands away but then couldn’t resist the urge to touch them himself. With trembling fingers, he yanked down on each tit, moaning in dismay as more milk oozed out. He stared up at Malik, beside himself with rage and humiliation, “I HATE YOU! I FUCKIN’ HATE YOU! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’D DO THIS TO ME!”

No sweeter words had ever tickled Malik’s eardrums. He fell head over heels in love with Coop at that moment.

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