DISCLAIMER: This is clearly a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the body modifications in this story, most of which are extremely risky and potentially life-threatening. There is a world of difference between the world of fantasy and the real world.

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Themes: Silicone and lots of it! Synthol, Steroids, Implants, Muscle Growth, Dom/Sub relationship, loss of control

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Quick links:

• Chapter 1 – Scroll down!
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4 – Posted 12 October 2025
• Chapter 5 – Posted 12 October 2025
• Chapter 6 – Posted 07 November 2025
• Chapter 7 – Posted 09 November 2025
• Chapter 8 – Final chapter, posted 09 November 2025

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Chapter 1

Angry because his girlfriend, Paige, had forgotten his birthday again, Jack Fisher did what any triathlete would do in his position: He decided to go for an evening bike ride. Clad in his black and gold Lycra triathlon suit, he slung his bicycle over his broad shoulders and headed out the door. He nearly dropped the bicycle, though, when he opened the front door of his townhouse and came face to face with the captain of the football team, Teo Lopez. Teo stood on his doorstep with his arms held out wide, a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a bouquet of red roses in the other. Even more strikingly, he wore a wide smile on his bearded face and a red ribbon tied around his stout penis.

Other than that, he was completely naked.

Jack’s mouth fell open. He’d never met Teo Lopez in person before, just heard a lot about him because he was a superstar on campus. A month ago, Jack was surprised when Teo started following him on Instagram and was even more surprised when Teo made a point of liking his posts and adding little, slightly flirty comments. Jack had been tickled to have this ‘big man on campus’ as a follower but he’d never imagined meeting him face to face, much less completely naked.

“Well?” Teo prompted when Jack remained silent, frozen in shock. He glanced over his shoulder where a small crowd of students had gathered with their phones out, recording the spectacle of his nudity. “Aren’t ya gonna invite me in?”

“Dude!” Jack finally sputtered. “What the fuck?! Yer naked!”

Teo glanced down at his beribboned penis and then back up at him. “Yeah, so? It’s yer birthday, ain’t it?” He held out the bouquet and shook the bottle of booze in his face while wiggling his half-erect penis suggestively. “I figure between these three things, there’s gotta be sumthin’ you like. Am I wrong?”

Jack’s cheeks flushed crimson. As he hesitated, Teo pushed past him and, removing the bicycle off Jack’s shoulder, forced him against the foyer wall and kissed him. Squeals and shouts of disbelief rang out from the sidewalk behind them. Jack’s eyes widened and stars exploded inside his head as Teo’s slick, hot tongue parted his teeth and mingled lovingly with his own. 

After a moment, Teo pulled back and gazed up at him, a long trail of saliva still connecting their lips. “There,” he stated, reaching out to cup Jack’s furious erection in his Lycra tights. “I think that settles it. Turns out my dick’s yer birthday present after all. Happy birthday, bro! Let’s be boyfriends.” He winked and pushed the door closed with his foot, smirking at Jack’s stunned reaction and the startled burst of confusion from their audience.

They tumbled onto the couch in Jack’s living room, Teo lying in his arms. Jack lowered his mouth and kissed him, unable to believe that Teo Fucking Lopez was gay and naked with him on the sofa, his hot, muscular body pressed up against him. Teo nibbled his lip, grinning up at him as he unzipped Jack’s triathlon suit. Soon Jack’s smooth, toned, muscular chest was exposed and his tiny nipples were standing up in the cool air.

“So slim and sleek,” Teo cooed, pushing him backwards until Jack was lying beneath him. “And yer mine. All mine. I’m never gonna let you go.” He laughed. “You know how long I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you?”

Jack didn’t answer. He wasn’t even listening. All he could think of was Teo. Teo Lopez! The biggest stud in the world was on top of him! His brown eyes burned feral red in the setting sun and his dark skin glowed lustrous. Teo’s handsome face was broad and his curly, black hair was a mess but it was a sexy mess. His body was completely smooth like Jack’s, not a trace of hair below his neck.

Teo was gazing down at Jack’s naked body in much the same way. His lips quirked, “Smooth. So smooth!” He ran his hand down the ladder of Jack’s rigid abs, pulling the zipper down and urging Jack to shrug out of his Lycra suit as he did so. When Jack’s slender nine-incher popped out, Teo’s eyebrows lifted, “A pencil dick, huh? Hawt.”

Teo’s own erection was the exact opposite of Jack’s: Thick, dark-skinned, uncut and a more modest six inches. Somehow, though, he wielded like it was a much bigger tool and Teo felt cowed by his dominance even though his own cock was fifty percent longer and he stood at least six inches taller than the studly quarterback.

“You know what?” Teo asked. Jack shook his head, mind spinning and completely breathless. Teo grinned wider, “I think you need to lick my butthole.”

With that, he spun around and, straddling Jack on all fours, pushed his broad, full buttocks back into his face and spread his cheeks, exposing the moist pucker of his caramel-colored asshole. Jack stared at it, enraptured. He’d never seen a dude’s butthole before and the sight left him both grossed out and salivating. A rich, potent, musky odor permeated the air, filling Jack’s nostrils with Teo’s carnal scent. He inhaled, head growing muzzy with arousal.

And then Teo shoved his hole in his face and Jack tasted the forbidden fruit itself: The beso negro.

He opened his mouth and he ate man-ass for the first time in his life.

Even though part of him was revolted by what he was doing, another part was ravenous. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at Teo’s manhole with gusto, slathering him up with his saliva as he worked to penetrate that tender, tight rosebud. Teo was beside himself with ecstasy, writhing under his onslaught and moaning loudly. His cries built in intensity as he started jacking himself. 

“Ah! Ah! AHHHH!” Teo cried, smothering Jack’s face in his asshole. “I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM!”

And then he exploded, covering Jack’s belly with his potent spunk. He arched his back and pushed his butt more forcefully into Jack’s mouth, encouraging him to keep licking. Jack did and soon Teo was worked up once again. When his girthy six-incher was hard and ready, he stopped Jack, flipping around to kiss him deeply.

“Fuck!” he shouted, shivering from head to toe. “I’ve never tasted my hole on another guy’s lips before. IT’S SO FUCKIN’ HOT!” He kissed him again before urging him onto his hands and knees. Jack obliged, shuddering with pleasure as Teo peeled his Lycra unisuit off of his long, lean, taut body. Soon he was completely naked, ass up on the couch, and Teo was getting ready to rim him.

“Push back and spread yer tiny lil’ butt cheeks, bro!” Teo panted. “My tongue’s comin’ for that little boy hole!”

Jack shook his head, resisting, “But I haven’t cleaned myself down there!”

Teo grunted with laughter. “Who the fuck cares, bro? I wanna taste yer cunt, not soap. Now open up!”

Shaking with embarrassment, Jack did so, tentatively arching his back and pushing his little pert buttocks backwards. Teo grabbed his cock and yanked back hard, forcing Jack to spread his thighs wide. He cried out in surprise but a moment later his cry turned into a deep moan as Teo’s tongue scored his virginal pucker.

Teo knew how to eat ass!

His tongue seemed to grow bigger and harder the more he licked and soon he’d forced his way inside and was caressing Jack’s rectum in ways that overloaded and overtaxed his system. Teo’s hand yanked his slender penis up and down, up and down, in time with this ass-tonguing and soon cum was rocketing out of his cock and splattering all over the faux leather cushions of the sofa beneath him.

He collapsed, splayed out on the couch. His whole body was thrumming with the aftereffects of desire. Sweat trickled off of him, mingling with Teo’s when the buff stud lay down on top of him, wrapping his brawny arms around his slick torso. Teo’s cock was still very hard and he worked it into the cleft of Jack’s little butt. Jack tensed, worried, but Teo soothed, “Don’t worry, bro. I’m just introducing my big man to his new home. There’s still plenty of time before he becomes a ‘home-wrecker’. Haha!” He thrust his blunt cockhead playfully against Jack’s sphincter, laughing at his piteous mewl of pleasure. “You want it, though. Dontcha, bro? You want my big man inside you? Dontcha?”

In answer, Jack turned his head and met Teo’s lips. Teo kissed him deeply, holding him tight, working his cock with growing intensity against his hole, and dominating his mouth with his tongue. In the end, he orgasmed with just the head of his cock embraced by the tight ring of Jack’s anus. Jack writhed as he felt Teo’s cum filling him up. A man had just cum in his butt! He couldn’t believe it. How had this happened? That morning, he’d woken up a straight man but now he was a silly, stupid, obedient faggot who was begging to have his ass fucked and his rectum filled with semen. This was the strangest birthday ever!

They were sweaty and stinky afterwards and Jack’s couch was a mess. Teo helped him mop up and then they showered together, Teo gently and lovingly washing every inch of his body. His eyes were on fire with lust the whole time and there was never a moment when he wasn’t touching Jack. 

“We’re so different,” he breathed as he toweled Jack off afterwards. “I mean, look at you! Yer a total Scandinavian stickfigure!”

Jack winced. Teo had unwittingly put his finger on his biggest insecurity: His scrawny frame. Jack was tall and long and muscular but lacked any noticeable bulk. Oh, his shoulders were broad, alright, but that was because of his bone structure, not musculature. It was probably because he was a long-distance triathlete but he’d never been able to bulk up. He looked down at his skinny body and then over at Teo’s perfectly buff one and felt less than adequate. Everything about Teo was perfect. What did he even see in Jack?

“Hey, it wasn’t a criticism,” Teo added, standing on his tiptoes to kiss him on the forehead. “I love how slender you are. And yer super cute with those blond curls! Yer my little baby. My precious lil’ Babygirl!”

When they were dry, Teo led him back to the sofa and he sat down, pulling Jack onto his lap. Jack curled up there, Teo’s cock nestled in his smooth ass crack, and Teo petted his hair and nuzzled his ear.

“Sexy,” he murmured. “So damned sexy, Babygirl!”

Jack was opening his mouth to reply when he happened to glance down at his discarded phone lying on the floor beside the couch. The screen was filled with unread message notifications. Brow furrowed, he was reaching down to pick it up when someone started pounding on the front door. He jumped, scrambling to grab his clothes. Talk about terrible timing to receive a guest!

Teo stopped him, holding him tight against his big chest. “Don’t, bro,” he warned. “You already know who that is and it’s not gonna be good if you answer that door right now.”

No sooner had he uttered the words then Paige’s outraged voice echoed through the house. “JACK! JACK! OPEN UP! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!”

Jack cringed. He’d never heard her sound so angry before.

“I SAW THE VIDEO, JACK!” she continued, growing angrier by the second. “WHAT THE FUCK, JACK?! WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU’RE GAY?! JACK! JACK! DON’T TELL ME HE’S STILL IN THERE, JACK?”

“Does she have a key?” Teo asked, amused. When Jack shook his head, he laughed, “Perfect. Let her yell then. She’ll get tired or hoarse or both soon enough.” However, when she showed no sign of tiring of her tirade, he chided, “Serves her right. That’s what she gets for forgetting her man’s birthday. Maybe this’ll be a good lesson for her.” He wedged his cock deeper into the cleft of Jack’s bare ass, chuckling to himself.

Jack, however, couldn’t help feeling bad for Paige. They’d had a good relationship up to this point and had even been talking about marriage after graduation. It rattled him hearing the anguish and confusion in her voice.

To distract him, Teo started kissing his neck. Jack’s back arched instinctively and he found himself surrendering to Teo’s ministrations. The quarterback certainly knew what to do with his tongue because he got Jack riled up so much that he became oblivious to Paige’s tirade. Her words faded completely into the background when Teo urged him to sit up on his lap so that Jack’s crotch was in his face. He wrapped his hot lips and probing tongue onto Jack’s pencil. Unable to help himself, Jack moaned so loudly that Paige could hear him through the door. This was like throwing gasoline on an inferno and she lost herself in incandescent rage. It was a fast-burning fire, though, and soon she’d worn herself out. By the time Jack was shooting his load into Teo’s eager mouth, she’d gone.

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They fell asleep entwined on the couch, waking in the morning just before daylight. Teo’s finger was in Jack’s hole and he wiggled it seductively as Jack’s eyelids fluttered open. Jack stirred, worried where this was going–He’d never had anything inserted into his asshole before, much less a fat cock!–but Teo soothed, “Don’t worry. I’m juss gettin’ ya ready, Babygirl. I want you to enjoy being fucked so much you never want my cock out of yer hole.”

Jack closed his eyes, feeling his anal ring relax with these words and Teo moved his finger deeper inside. They kissed with Teo fingering him and then Jack was rubbing his reed-thin dick against Teo’s fat cock. They frotted each other to climax, cum mingling and slicking up their hairless pubes and bellies.

In shower afterwards, Teo showed Jack how to wash out his foreskin, instructing him to peel it back and expose his fat cockhead. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ it snipped,” he murmured, growing hard in Jack’s grasp. “After seeing how hot yers is without a foreskin, I kinda hate mine. It looks cleaner without a ‘skin.”

“Hngh,” was all Jack could say. Touching Teo’s thick fuckstick had gotten him riled up again.

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Jack made breakfast while Teo searched through his closet for clothes that would fit his stocky bod. He and Jack were complete opposites, though. Jack was tall and broad-shouldered but also very lean with narrow hips and a small, perky bottom. His legs made up more than half the length of his body and were incredibly shapely from cycling. Teo, on the other hand, was stout and broad with wider hips and a very blocky, muscular ass. His legs were short and huge with bulging quads and calves that were bigger around than Jack’s upper legs.

He emerged from Jack’s bedroom wearing a tiny pair of Lycra shorts that looked like they were painted on. The outline of his sizable bulge was starkly visible such that Jack could see each egg-sized testicle and the ridge of his significant glans protruding from the sheer fabric. (Those shorts never looked that revealing on him!) Teo’s upper body was hardly less decent because he’d crammed his torso into one of Jack’s triathlon crop-tops. It rode up his belly, showing off his tanned skin and ridiculously defined abs.

Holding out his arms, he asked, “Well? Whaddaya think?” Jack devoured him with his eyes, in complete disbelief that Teo Lopez was wearing his tri clothes. He almost had to pinch himself. While he fish-mouthed, Teo stalked over to the window, asking, “Hey, what do we have here?”

Jack followed his gaze, pursing his lips when he realized what Teo was staring at. “A total freak and his master, that’s what.” He stalked over to close the shades, “That’s the worst part about this townhouse. It looks right into my freaky neighbors’ living room window.”

Teo stopped him. “Hold up. I wanna see.”

“No, you don’t. Trust me.” 

Jack tried again to close the curtains but Teo wouldn’t let him. Wrestling his boyfriend for control of the blinds, he caught a brief glimpse of the neighbors and cringed in disgust when he saw they were naked and having sex. The older dude had shoved the younger, freakily modified guy against the window and was proceeding to fuck his brains out. As he stared, the older man winked salaciously and Jack colored. He couldn’t believe he had just been caught peeping, something he’d steadfastly avoided doing since the two men had moved in last year.

His cheeks grew an even brighter shade of pink when he realized the neighbors could tell that Jack and Teo were talking about them. Even if they couldn’t hear them, this was clear from Teo’s avid expression and Jack’s disapproving one. Jack moved quickly out of view, pressing himself against the wall and wishing fervently Teo would stop staring.

“They seem to like it when we watch, bro.” Teo’s eyes were alight with an unholy glow. “That younger dude’s fuckin’ fucked up! Shit, I ain’t never seen nobody like him before!”

“He looks like Frankenstein,” Jack hissed. “Now, c’mon! Close the curtains! I don’t wanna look at ‘em!”

Teo started to obey but then stopped, looking over at him. “Were these curtains open all night, bro?”

Jack nodded. “Well, yeah! ‘Course they were–” His voice trailed off when he put two and two together, face reddening. “You don’t think they saw us, um…?”

“What? Fucking?” Teo finished for him. “Prolly.” He shrugged. “It don’t matter, though. I like being watched. Why do you think I showed up here naked in the first place?”

Jack flinched. “You might like it but I don’t! Shit! What if they recorded us?!”

Teo grinned. “If they did, there’s nuthin’ stoppin’ us from recordin’ them now to get even.” He grabbed Jack’s phone, reaching out to take his hand and swipe his finger across the screen to unlock it. Aiming the camera at the neighbors’ window, he pressed the record button and started filming.

“Teo! Stop it!” Jack tried to grab the phone but Teo danced away, laughing. He kept the phone pointed at the neighbors the entire time. “This is so hot, bro! You should watch! They’re givin’ us the thumbs up! They want us to watch ‘em!”

Jack hid behind the curtain once again, mortified. “I do not want to watch those freaks having sex! Yuck!”

“Only one of ‘em’s a freak,” Teo observed, still recording. “The daddy looks normal. It’s his ‘son’ who’s the freak. Fuck, what the fuck did he do to himself?! That’s super fucked up!”

“He didn’t do anything to himself,” Jack clarified. “His daddy did it to him. When they moved in a year ago, the younger dude was normal.”

“Shit, really?” Teo’s eyes were locked on the amorous pair. “That’s fucked up!”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” Jack spat. “Now would you give me back my phone? I don’t wanna encourage ‘em!”

“Too late for that, bro.” Teo grinned, panning the camera over their entwined bodies. “Their gettin’ off on this. See? They’re gonna cum!”

But Jack refused to look, gritting his teeth and keeping his back pressed firmly against the wall. There was no way he was going to watch those fucking freaks having sex!

***

The news of the university’s star quarterback dating the captain of the triathlon team sped across campus, accompanied by the video of Teo standing naked at Jack’s doorstep with a ribbon tied around his penis. Jack lost half of his friends overnight but gained even more just as quickly. Most of these were women who confessed with squeals of delight that were smitten with Teo. 

Their relationship even made the mainstream news media, the attention building to such a frenzy that the athletic department caved and begrudgingly scheduled a press conference with both Jack and Teo seated beside each other at a table, fielding questions from a scrum of reporters.

They answered questions for an hour, giving the cameras plenty of fodder. At one point, Jack giggled and flushed pink as Teo lifted his hand and kissed it, dusky eyes glowing with adoration. The reporters lapped it up and, even though his tri coach complained about the constant buzz, Jack could tell he was privately thrilled when the audience numbers at the tri team’s races skyrocketed. (Teo’s presence on the sidelines, cheering him on in the skimpiest attire imaginable, didn’t hurt, either.) A dutiful boyfriend, Jack returned the favor, sitting in the stands with the rest of the girlfriends during Teo’s football games. Teo would strut out onto the field and blow him a kiss before every game.

And then there were their families. Neither Teo nor Jack’s parents had ever suspected their sons might be queer and were unprepared for the cascade of press coverage. Jack’s took it in stride but they were still left somewhat bemused and bewildered. Teo’s family, on the other hand, was full of devout Catholics and they didn’t cotton to their vaunted son’s abrupt fall into sodomy. He found that only his little sister and older brother would talk to him but he didn’t care. As with everything else, Teo shook off trouble like a dog shaking itself after a swim. He fondly told Jack that as long as he was by his side, he could handle anything.

Jack fell even more madly in love with him.

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Chapter 2

After three months, Teo’s family had warmed enough that they invited Jack to Teo’s sister’s quinceañera. Despite a heavy dose of trepidation, Jack accompanied his lover, discovering that the experience wasn’t as bad as he expected. It was awkward, sure, but nothing he wasn’t used to by that point. The fact that he spoke some Spanish helped a lot because he was able to follow most of the conversation and even made a few self-deprecating jokes during the party. Glowing with happiness afterwards, they returned to their townhouse (Teo had long since moved in with Jack), hand in hand. It felt like they’d really turned a corner in their relationship now that Teo’s family had accepted Jack.

While the ever-handy Teo fixed a flat tire on his tri bike, Jack went into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers. Hearing voices upon his return, he was startled to find Teo chatting amiably with one of his neighbors. His shoulders fell when he realized it was the older guy from the townhouse directly across from theirs. Why the fuck was Teo doing talking to him?

“Oh, hey, Babygirl,” Teo said when he caught sight of Jack frozen in the doorway. “This is Duke. He’s dying to meet you.”

Jack’s cheeks colored when he turned and realized the dude was staring at him like a hungry predator. He shifted uncomfortably, unwilling to put the beers down to shake his hand. Good manners finally won out, though, and he set them aside long enough to grasp Duke’s broad and calloused palm. Duke squeezed back, unwilling to relinquish control of Jack’s hand even after the handshake had extended long past the polite mark.

“Oh, yes,” he rumbled, staring deeply into Jack’s eyes. “You are quite the beauty, aren’t you?” His fingers caressed Jack’s, making his skin crawl. His lips quirked, “You remind me so much of my Sammi.”

Jack hauled his hand out of Duke’s grip, creeped out. He felt like he’d been violated and couldn’t keep a scowl from pulling the corners of his lips downward. Meeting this man in person only served to deepen his conviction that Duke was not to be trusted.

Duke seemed not to notice his revulsion and turned to Teo, commenting, “He’s spirited, too. Just like Sammi used to be.” Something about using the past tense made Jack uneasy but Teo seemed unphased.

“He’s a keeper, alright,” his boyfriend agreed, reaching out to draw Jack against his taut, hard body. It felt like he was demonstrating to Duke that Jack belonged to him. He turned to Jack and kissed his neck, asking, “Hey, Babygirl, go back to the kitchen and get our guest a beer.”

 It was an order. 

The tone of Teo’s voice made that explicitly clear.

Jack opened his mouth to protest but nonetheless dutifully obeyed, mostly because he’d do anything to escape Duke’s lustful gaze, even if it was just a moment. He could feel both their eyes on him as he retreated and knew they were waiting until he was out of earshot before resuming their conversation. 

Unsettled, he was reaching into the fridge to withdraw another beer can, the circumference of which was just about the same as Teo’s hard cock, when he realized his dick was hard in his jeans.

He shook his head at himself. Why was he turned on? Now of all times?

It didn’t take him long to figure it out and the knowledge left him stunned.

He liked it when Teo ordered him around!

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Returning with the beer, he sulked, squatting in a corner of the garage while he waited for Duke to leave. He refused to speak to him but nonetheless found himself studying the man when he wasn’t looking. Duke was big and broad like Teo and radiated the same potent masculinity. Probably in his early forties, he was in very good shape with big, bulging muscles and a handsome, unlined face. There were a few flecks of white hairs in his black beard but these only served to make him look hotter. Yeah, as much as Jack hated to admit it, Duke was hot. If he didn’t already know what a twisted fuck he was–and if he wasn’t already taken by Teo–he might even flirt with him a little.

Duke was in no hurry to leave and rambled on about his business–he worked for a venture capital firm–and about the stock market. Teo was fascinated and peppered him with so many questions that Duke asked him if he might want to work for him after graduation.

“Maybe,” Teo admitted. “I’m majoring in business administration but I’m still not sure if I wanna go pro. I’ve got more than a few scouts after me.”

“I’d hire you, no problem,” Duke offered, adding, “We can talk about the terms later.” He turned and winked at Jack as he said this. Jack braced wondering what the fuck that meant.

Teo guffawed and slapped Duke on the back as if this was the funniest thing ever. He seemed like he was about to say something else but stopped himself, asking Duke instead about the starting salary at his firm. After another five minutes, Duke excused himself, saying, “Sorry, guys! I gotta head back to Sammi. I’m sure he’s wondering where I am. He always gets worried when I leave him for very long.”

He strolled out of the garage, leaving Jack feeling lightheaded and breathless. Looking over at Teo, he asked, “What was that about? Why did he look at me like that?”

Teo shrugged, taking his time to reply as he knocked back his beer. Jack watched mesmerized at his huge Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Teo caught him staring and winked. Wiping the back of his hand across his lips, he answered nonchalantly, “Nuthin’. We was juss talkin’ is all. He invited us over for brunch on Sunday. Sound like fun? He said we could hang out by their pool.”

“Not interested.” Jack couldn’t think of anything less appealing. “Count me out.”

“Wrong answer, Babygirl,” Teo admonished. “I already tole him we’re in.”

Even though he knew he was treading on thin ice, Jack said flatly, “No way. I’m not going.”

Teo surprised him then, not by arguing but by stepping closer and taking him in his arms. Wrapping those huge, brawny, muscular arms around him, he pulled him close and nuzzled his ear. “Babe?” he whispered, voice husky.

Jack was shaking. “Y-Y-Yeah?”

Teo chuckled, lifting his mouth and taking his earlobe between his teeth. “It’s time.”

Jack’s heart was pounding and his cock was throbbing. He could barely choke out, “Time for what?”

“Time for you to get fucked, that’s what,” Teo replied, pushing his ardent, firm, overly full crotch into his leg. “Are you ready?”

***

Teo led him into the living room where he threw open the blinds and pushed him down on the couch. Jack wanted to protest, wanted to tell him to close the curtains, that he didn’t want Duke and Sammi to see their lovemaking, but he could tell Teo was in no mood for any lip. Chagrined, he lowered his head and allowed his lover to roughly strip him bare.

“Look at yerself,” Teo commanded when Jack was completely naked.

Jack turned and looked at his reflection in the full-length mirror Teo had recently installed on the far wall. His long, smooth body was stretched out beneath Teo. His beardless face was flushed and the pupils in his blue eyes were huge. His skin looked luminous, silken. His face could have belonged to a teenager. His blond hair was sodden with sweat and sticking to his forehead. He hadn’t realized until this moment how overheated he was. Just being under Teo’s control did that to him.

“So skinny,” Teo murmured, studying Jack’s reflection. Why does he sound disappointed? Jack wondered, squirming under his scrutiny. Was Teo unhappy with the way he looked?

He took Jack’s hands and put them on his hips. “Take off my pants, Babygirl.”

Jack’s fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and clumsily unzipped his jeans, shimmying them down his waist. Underneath, Teo wore a black jockstrap, his fat cock thrusting lewdly against the pouch. Jack pulled that down, too, and Teo’s eager erection sprang out, achingly hard and ready even though his long foreskin drooped listlessly off the tip.

Teo pushed Jack’s legs up and over his head, pinning his arms over his head. Jack’s eyes widened when Teo produced a bottle of lube and squirted some into his palm. His eyes blazed like wildfires as he slicked up his dick and bucked his hips forward, positioning it over Jack’s tiny, unfucked hole.

“So hot. So tight!” he praised, thrusting inevitably forward. Jack whimpered, hole contracting. Teo’s cock wasn’t long but it sure was wide! Could he even take a cock that thick?

Reading his apprehension, Teo chuckled and inserted a lubed-up finger inside him. Jack blanched but forced himself to relax. Teo grunted, pleased, and stuck another finger inside. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Babygirl. I want this to be fun for you, too.”

He lowered his mouth and kissed him, pushing himself down on Jack’s legs and inserting a third finger. Jack invited Teo’s tongue inside his mouth even as he invited his thick fingers inside his other orifice. They kissed passionately and Teo pushed down harder and harder until Jack felt smothered. He grabbed Teo’s back and sank his fingers into his firm flesh, scraping him raw with his fingernails. Teo lifted his head and moaned as he suddenly withdrew all of his fingers and pushed his dick inside.

Jack howled in ecstasy as he felt his most private part violated by Teo’s girthy monster. Teo shoved his way violently inside, taking him by force, but Jack didn’t care. By that point, he was an addict, consumed as much by a ravenous desire for pain and as by a lust for a big, hard cock inside him. As Teo pounded away at him with ever increasing ferocity, Jack let go of his last shreds of hesitancy and turned himself over completely to Teo Lopez. From that day forward, he never denied Teo anything, no matter how painful or humiliating or costly the request.

His body.

His heart.

His soul.

Belonged to Teo Lopez.

As Teo released a gushing flood of cum inside him, Jack dazedly found himself looking out the living room window. In the townhouse across from theirs, Duke was standing at the window with his hands placed firmly on Sammi’s broad shoulders. Both men were staring fixedly at them as Teo fucked him over and over.

***

Jack lay on top of Teo when they were done, allowing the big man to cradle him in his arms. Teo was spent and happy after cumming multiple times. He idly fondled Jack’s flaccid penis, his dick still lodged inside his aching hole. “It’s so long, bro,” he said, stroking his dick. “But it’s kinda skinny, too.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Jack grumbled. “I’ve been called ‘pencil dick’ ever since I turned thirteen.”

Teo kissed his neck. “I’m sorry. Guys can be so cruel sometimes. They was prolly just envious. I mean, I don’t know nobody else with a dick as long as yers!”

“Yeah, it is that. Just unimpressive when it comes to girth.” Jack twisted, feeling Teo’s thick fuckstick stiffen inside him again. “I wish I had a dick as thick as yers. It must be so much fun!” He wriggled around, feeling Teo’s big muscles, plump as cushions beneath him, adding, “And yer so fuckin’ stacked, too! If only I had half as much muscle as you do. I’d be a total badass!”

“Yer perfect the way you are, Babygirl.” Teo kissed him again. “I mean it. I wasn’t complaining ‘bout yer dick, juss makin’ an observation. And you got muscles, too. I mean, look at yer thighs and chest!”

“I am looking at ‘em,” Jack admitted, wrinkling his nose. “They’re not that big. Definitely nowhere near as big as yers.” A sudden worry afflicted him and he turned to look Teo in the eyes, “Do you think I’m too skinny? Are you tryna tell me something?”

“Paranoid much?” Teo laughed. “Bro, I just tole ya how perfect you are. I love how long and lean your body is and I don’t give a shit ‘bout yer skinny lil’ dick. Yer a bottom. You don’t need a big dick. Only one of us needs that and it ain’t you.”

Teo’s words were reassuring but Jack couldn’t help but detect something else behind them. What was it? Disappointment? He tensed, feeling a familiar insecurity settle over him. He’d always been tall and gawky, standing a head above the other boys in his class. As he’d grown up, he’d lost the gawkiness and become quite graceful. Still, as a late bloomer, he was plagued by insecurity about his appearance. In his mind’s eye, he always felt like he was not quite as impressive as other men, that he lacked a certain heft and substance that other guys took for granted.

Was Teo implying that he felt the same way?

Jack brooded, poring over Teo’s seemingly innocuous words, wondering if his lover was trying to communicate some subtle dissatisfaction to him. 

***

They went over to Duke and Sammi’s that Sunday for brunch.

Wearing a tank top and boardshorts, Duke was grilling steaks and Sammi was lying down on a lounge chair, wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe. His eyes were closed and his boyish face was at rest as they approached. He appeared to be only in his early twenties and, ensconced as he was in the bulky bathrobe, you’d never guess anything was amiss with his body. 

Teo knocked on the patio gate, leading Jack inside after Duke hailed them. He held out the bottles of champagne and orange juice they’d brought to share. Duke accepted them gladly, raking Jack up and down with his lascivious gaze. Jack felt distinctly underdressed compared to everyone else because Teo had insisted he wear the tiny, baby blue, low-rise Speedo that made up the entirety of his uniform on the swim team. (“When I saw a pic of you on Insta wearin’ that skimpy lil’ thing,” Teo confessed, “I vowed I’d make you mine no matter what.”)

In contrast, Teo was dressed much like Duke in a tattered pair of baggy shorts and a wifebeater that showed off his impressive chest muscles.

Placing his hand on Jack’s bottom, Duke urged him over to the bank of lounge chairs. “Why don’t you go keep Sammi company,” he suggested, pinching his ass cheek. “He’s been pleading with me for weeks to introduce you to him.” Turning to Sammi, he called out, “Hey, Sammi! Jonni’s here!”

“It’s Jack, not Jonni,” Jack corrected, removing Duke’s hand from his ass. When he looked back, wondering how Teo could let Duke take advantage of him like this, he discovered that Teo’s eyes were locked onto Sammi’s reclining form, his lips curved into a sly smile.

Sammi propped himself up on his elbows, blinking in the sunlight. His eyes were dilated and his movements were jerky, causing Jack to wonder if he’d been drugged. His skin prickled and he wanted nothing more than to flee this creepy situation. Why had he let Teo talk him into this? Something was obviously very wrong with Sammi, to say nothing of Duke.

“Hi.” Sammi’s voice was low and childlike at the same time. 

Not knowing what else to do, Jack sidled over to him, trying to hide both his butt and crotch from Duke’s view. When you’re wearing a miniscule Speedo, though, that’s a difficult proposition. He sat down on the lounge chair next to Sammi, folding his hands in his lap. Mindful of Sammi’s wide, blue eyes running over his body, he said, “Hi.”

“You’re pretty,” Sammi observed, smiling languidly. “I used to look like you.”

Jack was now convinced that this guy was drugged. Somehow, though, this made him feel more at ease. When your conversation partner is so blitzed they’re basically oblivious, it serves to lessen the awkwardness of conversation. “You’re, um, pretty, too,” he said, realizing it was true. Sammi had a startlingly fresh and handsome face with a strong jaw and distinct features. His hair was buzzed in a stylish cut and his ears were tiny and perfectly formed, sticking out almost at right angles from the side of his head.

“Thanks.”

Despite his better judgment, Jack found himself studying Sammi’s body with prurient curiosity. Encased in that puffy bathrobe, though, he couldn’t really see very much because only the vague outlines of his distorted and oversized musculature were visible. For his part, Sammi was studying Jack’s body just as intently, a wistful and sad expression on his face. Behind them, Teo and Duke were engrossed in an earnest conversation about generative AI, debating whether it was just froth or if it was as revolutionary as the tech bros wanted people to believe.

“Can I touch you?”

Jack gave a start. “What?”

Sammi lowered the curtain of his long eyelashes, covering his dilated irises. “I mean, you can touch me, too, if you want.”

“I don’t know if Teo would like that,” Jack ventured, only to have Teo call out behind them, “It’s fine, Babygirl. You an’ Sammi can play with each other while Duke an’ me talk about man stuff.”

“I guess he doesn’t mind,” Sammi said, smiling slightly. The sadness never left his eyes, though. He reached out and Jack tensed as his hand slid over his chest, cupping his pectoral and squeezing. “You have nice tits,” he commented. “They’re so small.”

“Uh, thanks.” Jack cast a pleading look back at Teo but Teo ignored him. Apparently, he was on his own.

“Would you like to make them bigger?” Sammi offered, eyelids fluttering. “I can help you, you know.”

“Um, I’m good, thanks.” Jack looked down at his inadequate chest, embarrassed.

“You sure?” Sammi was not giving up easily. “Teo would like it. I promise. I have everything ready. It’ll just take a few minutes and your life will change.”

“Wait, you can make my…chest…bigger in a few minutes? How?”

“Synthol.”

Jack’s brow furrowed. “What’s that?”

“A miracle drug, that’s what.” Sammi smiled lazily. “I have lots of it.”

Jack shifted on his chair, uncertain why his dick was starting to harden in his Speedo. “You can use this…Synthol…on me and I’ll–?”

Sammi nodded. “Yeah. It’s amazing.”

“And it works in a few minutes.”

“No, silly!” Sammi’s head lolled to the side while he was talking, almost like he was a mannequin. “It only takes a few minutes to inject you. After that, it takes a few days for them to swell up.” He paused, frowning. “It hurts, too, but not too much. You get used to it.”

Jack’s cock was hard as a rock, jutting up from his crotch. It was so long he couldn’t hide it with his hands. His cheeks colored and his heart hammered in his chest. He felt both repulsed and intrigued by this offer. He had no idea it could be so easy to make your muscles grow. And Sammi had everything ready. All he had to do was say yes and Sammi would help his chest swell in size…

Somehow, though, he resisted the temptation.

“Nah, I’m good,” he replied, much to Sammi’s disappointment. “I’ll take a raincheck.”

Sammi gave him a small, sad smile. “It’s Ok.”

“Hey, Sammi!” Duke called out behind them. “Why don’t you and Jonni take a dip in the pool? Me an’ Teo wanna watch you girls get wet.”

“Ok.”

With that, Sammi stood unsteadily and let his bathrobe slide off of his misshapen body. As it tumbled to the pool deck at his feet, Jack’s mouth fell open. He’d never seen Sammi wearing just a microscopic thong before and the sight left him visibly shaken and feeling distinctly ill. He grasped the armrests of his lounge chair, fighting off a wave of revulsion. In the end, he was forced to close his eyes to blot out the horror of the sight as Sammi waddled haplessly up to the edge of the pool and plunged in.

***

“You were awful quiet during brunch, Babygirl.” Teo’s honey-brown eyes were on him. “What’s wrong?”

Jack swallowed, allowing his studly boyfriend to pull him close. Even though it was a warm day, he felt chilled. “You have to ask?” he croaked. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Teo snorted. “You mean Sammi? Yeah, he’s a total freak alright. Ha! Duke’s really done it to him.”

“It’s monstrous.” Jack couldn’t stop shivering. “Completely monstrous.”

Teo observed him silently for a moment before correcting, “It’s not monstrous, Babygirl, if Sammi likes it.”

“Does he, though?” Jack countered. “He seems drugged up. I think Duke keeps him that way all the time.”

Teo waved this off, snorting, “Nah, yer wrong ‘bout dat. Duke’s a solid guy. He’d never do anything like that to Sammi. He loves him like a son!”

“More like a doll,” Jack muttered. “He’s made Sammi into an object. A totally freaky object.”

“You an’ me’ll juss have to agree to disagree on that,” Teo said, tightening his grip on Jack’s body. “I think they’re a hot couple. And, shit, to each his own, right? It’s a free country, even under Trump.”

“If you say so.” 

For the rest of the day, Jack was haunted by the memory of Sammi’s freakishly modified body.

***

Chapter 3

The weather grew cool and Jack’s triathlon season drew to a close. His swim team practice started the following week, though, so he didn’t have long to relax. Also, the football season was in full swing and Teo’s team was on the rise. They won game after game that autumn, even beating Ohio State and Michigan State University. It was crazy!

Despite his punishing game and practice schedule, Teo never missed one of Jack’s swim meets and frequently could be seen lounging with his thick thighs spread wide on the bleachers during his practices at the natatorium. After practice, he frequently followed Jack into the locker room with the rest of the team and watched him lasciviously as he changed. Teo Lopez was such a rockstar on campus that even the swim coach wouldn’t think of challenging him and he was allowed to do pretty much whatever he liked.

Jack loved his boyfriend’s attention.

His heart fluttered every time he looked up during practice and met Teo’s simmering stare. Teo’s lip would quirk and he’d pat his tumescent crotch, winking salaciously. When they got back home, Teo would shred his clothes and fuck him like a rutting stallion in the middle of the living room. More often than not, Jack would look out the windows afterwards, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat and cum, only to find Duke and Sammi going at it in their own living room, their eyes locked onto him and Teo.

One night, they got shitfaced drunk after sex, emptying the entire bottle of Jack Daniels that Teo had brought with him on Jack’s birthday so many months ago. Teo’s big hands fondled him, running over his sleek muscles and smooth skin. “Yer so beautiful, Babygirl,” he purred in Jack’s ear. “And all mine.”

“Yeah,” Jack hiccuped, not able to hold his liquor like the more experienced Teo. “I’m yersh!”

“Hey, Babygirl?”

Jack looked unsteadily over at him to discover a syringe had miraculously appeared in Teo’s hand. It was filled with a sickly yellow liquid. “What dat?” he asked innocently.

“A little sumthin’ to make me happy,” Teo replied, grinning.

“Happee?” Jack giggled. “I’m happee!” He reached over and took Teo’s fat cock in his hand, squeezing it hard. “Thish makes me soooo happee!”

“Yeah, it does and I love that.” Teo kissed him. “I like it when yer happy. Do you like it when I’m happy?”

“Yeah, ‘course!”

Teo’s eyes narrowed. “Then let me inject this into yer tits, Babygirl.” He positioned the syringe over Jack’s right pec. “It’ll sting a bit but then it’ll be over. Can I do that, Babygirl?”

Jack stared at the syringe for a moment before looking back at Teo. “Yeah, do it,” he chirped. “I wanna make you happee!!!”

The syringe poked into his flawless skin and he braced, squeezing Teo’s hardening cock for reassurance. Teo smiled indulgently at him as he pressed down, emptying the yellow liquid into his pec. “I love you, Babygirl,” he sighed, kissing him on the ear. “I love you so much!”

“M’love ya, too!” Jack replied, giggling. The chemical burned as it spread throughout his muscle tissue but not too badly. It actually felt pretty good. “I’m so happee!!!”

Teo injected another syringe into his other pec and tossed it aside, pinning Jack beneath him. His eyes blazed hot and hungry and full of incendiary pride as he pushed Jack’s legs up and over his head and stuck his very hard erection over his butthole. He looked up and out the living room window as he did so and winked conspiratorially. Jack was too drunk and too elated by the prospect of riding that thick cock, though, to notice.

***

He had no memory of the being injected in the morning and awoke with a pounding headache, feeling slightly nauseous. His hole was sore but that was nothing new; Teo fucked him hard every day and wasn’t content until he let him gaping. The weird part was that his chest muscles were sore as well and he cupped his pecs, wondering why they felt swollen. He’d lifted weights with the rest of the swim team a couple days ago. Maybe it was delayed soreness?

“G’mornin’, Babygirl! How’d ya sleep?” Teo stood in the doorway of their bedroom, wearing nothing at all and holding a tray with coffee and a glass full of hangover remedy. He sauntered over to the bed, his erection standing up from his shaved pubes as he approached. He held out the tray, instructing, “Drink this,” eyes locked onto Jack’s tits. “You’ll feel better.” His eyes never left those swelling tits.

“Thanks.” Jack sat up in bed and took a sip of coffee before draining the hangover remedy.

Teo watched him closely the whole time, a warm smile on his face. “Yer so pretty,” he said at last. “I love my Babygirl! You make me proud!”

Jack set down the empty glass and leaned against Teo’s warm bulk. His boyfriend was even more studly than usual after doubling down on his bulking regimen. He’d gained over thirty pounds in the past two months alone and, while his formerly rockhard abs had dissolved into a roll of flab, Jack knew it was only temporary. Teo would start cutting soon and any extraneous padding would disappear. Besides, he kind of preferred Teo on the stocky side.

Later, he’d wonder why he uttered the words but they felt right at that moment. Looking up at Teo’s stern but contented visage, he said, “You can do whatever you want to me, Teo. I’ll never complain.”

Teo’s eyes crinkled. “I know that, Babygirl,” he rumbled, his voice deep and rich with mirth. “That’s why I chose you. I knew you were mine as soon as I saw you, long before we even met. It never even occurred to me that you would reject me when I showed up here on your birthday.” He lowered his lips and kissed him, cupping his pec in a big hand and pinching as he did so. The pinch elicited a deep, throbbing pain that worried Jack but Teo’s tongue distracted him and he surrendered, allowing his big, bulky stud to ravage him without lube.

***

His t-shirts started fitting strangely. He couldn’t quite figure out why. When he looked down at his chest one day, though, he was startled to see that he’d sprouted cleavage for the first time in his life. His pecs jutted out before him, fuller and rounder than ever. Something about them wasn’t quite right, though. Were they lopsided? He puffed out his chest, trying not to attract undue attention in his calculus class. Yeah, maybe it was the fit of his shirt but his pecs weren’t symmetrical. They almost looked a bit bloated. He shrugged this off, convinced he was imagining things but caught his reflection in the mirror when he was getting undressed for swim practice and paused.

His chest definitely looked weird.

He straightened, thrusting his shoulders back, and was somewhat relieved when his pecs perked up. As soon as he relaxed, though, they sloshed heavily downward like a couple of mismatched bags of cement. He shook his head, trying to reassure himself that it was subtle and no one else would notice. It’s not like they were all that much bigger than usual. He’d probably just overdone it practicing the butterfly stroke or something. Still, he was convinced he caught his teammates staring at him out of the corner of his eye when he strode out onto the pool deck. As soon as he turned, though, they looked away. 

A wolf whistle from the stands caught his attention and he grinned when he saw Teo giving him the thumbs up. His stud of a boyfriend was surrounded by a posse of young women who broke out into cheers, calling out Jack’s name and squealing. He felt both touched and a little self-conscious, seeing that he was wearing only the briefest of Speedos.

That night, Teo was unusually attentive to his ass. He couldn’t keep his hands off of it. He sat down on the couch after dinner and instructed Jack to lie down on his belly over his lap. Then he removed Jack’s jeans and the dainty pair of pink panties he insisted Jack wear every day in place of men’s underwear. (Teo had thrown out his boxers that day he moved in and filled his underwear drawer with the tiniest pairs of panties imaginable. It was so embarrassing that he either had to change under a towel in the locker room or die of embarrassment if his teammates caught sight of him in panties.)

Running his finger into the cleft of Jack’s tiny, tight buttocks, Teo traced around his very stretched out pucker. “Hey, Babygirl?” he called out in a singsong voice.

“Yeah?” Jack loved it when Teo touched his hole.

“I was thinking.” He inserted his finger into Jack’s asshole, making him squirm.

“Would you do sumthin’ for me? Sumthin’ to make me happy?”

“Hngh!” Jack moaned, beside himself. “Yeah, whatever you like.”

“Will you let Sammi inject a little silicone in yer butt cheeks?”

Jack’s half-closed eyes flew open. “WHAT?!”

“Just a little. It’s super safe. Duke buys only sterile, medical grade silicone. It’s totally Ok to inject it under the skin.” When Jack remained silent, frozen in shock by this request, he continued, “I mean, it’s just a little extra to give ya a rounder butt. That’s all.”

“How much is a little?”

Teo looked off to the side. “I don’t know. Maybe a hundred cc’s in each cheek? Two hundred? At most, five hundred. Not very much. Just a little here and there.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed. It was probably because he was in such a state of shock but he found himself answering flippantly, “If you wanna give me a bigger ass, why don’t we go to a plastic surgeon? I could get ass implants as big as you want.”

To his surprise, Teo considered this thoughtfully before shaking his head, “No, implants are too firm. I wanna give you a jiggly ass.”

“A jiggly ass?”

Teo nodded. “Yeah. I wanna see yer butt jiggle like a girl’s, Babygirl. That’d make me so happy!”

Jack opened his mouth, wanting badly to refuse this, ahem, ass-inine request. Silicone!? Injected right under the skin?! But when he turned his head and met Teo’s level gaze, he realized his boyfriend wasn’t joking; there was no way he’d take no for an answer. His heart sank when he realized he had no choice. Teo wouldn’t leave him alone until he gave in.

He decided to bargain. “Ok, I’ll do it but can we wait until after swim season is over? I don’t want the guys–to say nothing about the fans–to see me in a ridiculously tiny Speedo like…that.”

“It’s not much,” Teo reassured him. “I’m the only one who’ll notice.”

Jack sighed with resignation. So much for bargaining! “Ok. I’ll do it.”

Teo had never fucked him as hard as he did that night.

***

The next evening, Sammi was sitting on his bed in the master bedroom, paraphernalia spread out around him. Teo pushed Jack inside and closed the door behind him, telling him sternly, “Behave yerself, Babygirl, and don’t put up a fuss.” Jack nodded obediently, catching Duke’s smirk of triumph behind Teo’s back. He swallowed as the latch clicked shut behind him.

“I knew you’d come around eventually.”

Jack looked over at Sammi, his hands shaking. He’d never been so scared in his life! What the fuck was he doing letting some freak inject his ass with silicone?! When he massaged his brow, his hand came away slicked with clammy sweat.

“It’s Ok,” Sammi soothed. “You’ll get used to it. The first time is the worst. After that, it gets easier.”

He patted the mattress beside him and Jack staggered over and sat down. Sammi was clad in his usual puffy bathrobe, his ridiculous distorted and ungainly body concealed (mostly) from view. Jack cleared his throat, “Sammi, is there something wrong with us?” He laughed nervously, “I mean, why are we doing this?”

Sammi stared at him with his wide, blue eyes, looking like an innocent cherub. After a moment he said, “Duke loves me. That’s enough.” He paused, adding, “He takes care of me. Nobody’s ever taken care of me, Jonni.”

Jack thought about correcting him about his name but let it slide. He had to admit there was a certain ring of truth to Sammi’s words. After all, Teo loved him deeply and was so kind and sweet, always looking out for him, always helping him, always taking care of him. He always put Jack’s pleasure first, never asking for anything in return…until now. He pondered his feelings for a long time with Sammi watching him with those big, guileless eyes. Finally, he realized his love for Teo was utter and complete. He would do anything for him, even things that would make his life more difficult.

As long as Teo was happy, he was happy.

And it was his job to make his big, brawny man happy.

“Alright,” he stated. “What do I do?”

***

Sammi ended up injecting three hundred cc’s of medical-grade silicone into each of Jack’s ass cheeks that night. Jack lay on his stomach, completely naked, and chewed his lip each time the needle went in. To distract himself, he imagined Teo’s reaction when it was done but nothing could tear his mind away from the awful, burning sensation spreading throughout his ass with each prick. Needle after needle went in, injecting his tender tissue with more and more silicone. It was almost midnight by the time it was over and Jack was spent. His heart was pounding and he was completely worn out at the same time. 

When Sammi said he could get up, he cringed in humiliation as he felt his ass moving on its own accord. His little butt had always been taut and self-contained, never bouncing in the slightest. Now when he carefully crawled off the bed, mindful of keeping his ass elevated, he could feel it wiggling and jiggling in profane ways.

It’s just your imagination, he reminded himself. He only put in 600 cc’s. What’s that? A little over a pint, right? Eight ounces in each cheek. Ha! That’s hardly anything. Teo’s right. The only one who’ll notice is him. It could be worse.

“Wait.”

On his hands and knees with his swollen ass in the air, Jack looked back at Sammi. “Huh?”

Sammi gave him a little, sad smile. “Your reward. Duke insisted.” He held out his arms. When Jack stared at him uncomprehendingly, he clarified, “You get to touch me.” He paused, lowering his head bashfully. “I mean, I want you to touch me. I want you to know what it’s like.”

Jack swallowed. “What’s what like?”

“Being a freak,” Sammi murmured, frowning. “Like me. Like you’re becoming.”

Jack froze, suddenly aware of just how ridiculous he looked with a big, jiggly butt jutting upward and a couple heavy bags of muscle swinging off his chest. “I am NOT a freak,” he stated coldly but even as he uttered the words, he questioned their veracity. Was he a freak? No, there was no way he could be a freak with only a pint of silicone in his butt…right?

Sammi’s lips curved into a small smile that never reached his sad eyes. “I need you, Jonni,” he revealed, lowering his long eyelashes demurely. “I need…someone.” He blinked and a tear slid down his soft cheek. “I need…a friend.”

Jack’s heart twisted in his chest and, before he knew it, he was crawling over to Sammi and taking him in his arms. Sammi lifted his mouth and they kissed. Sammi’s lips were puffy, probably from collagen injections, and extremely pillowy. It was a soft, seductive kiss and Jack was surprised when he felt his body responding. His pencil dick stiffened and he found himself running his hands under the lapels of Sammi’s bathrobe. He froze momentarily when he felt the sheer audacious size of the boy’s distended pecs. They were like a heavy set of boulders!

Sammi’s extremely stretched-out skin was soft and hairless like Jack’s own but he could feel something…foreign…just beneath the surface. Sammi sighed softly, sliding down and inviting Jack’s hands to explore further. Shaking with a potent mixture of fascination and revulsion, Jack ran his hands down…down…down, pausing to unfasten the loose belt.

“Don’t–” Sammi pleaded, trying to stop him, but he was too late.

Jack’s jaw went slack in disbelief when he beheld the full magnitude of Sammi’s endowment. Prior to this, he’d only seen him from the back wearing a custom-made Speedo and he’d barely caught a glimpse of the massiveness swinging between his thighs. He’d quickly looked away, not wanting to see any more.

He had no words.

He remained poised there, frozen, as Sammi took his hands and guided them downward, forcing Jack to feel the entire, unbelievably grotesque size of that…thing. Jack was in shock, utterly stupefied, his eyes round and his pupils dilated.

“Get used to it,” Sammi intoned, deriving bitter satisfaction from his reaction. “‘Cuz yer gonna be just like me soon enough.”

***

Chapter 4

Teo treated him like a princess afterwards, carrying him in his arms back to their house and placing him ass up on the bed. He pulled his sweatpants down to expose his freshly plumped buttocks, gazing at them in reverential silence.

When he didn’t say anything for a long time, Jack looked over his shoulder, worried. “What’s wrong? Did he screw it up?”

Teo’s eyes were glazed. He shook himself, laughing, “No, he did it right. Fuck, Babygirl! You got an ass! You finally got an ass!”

“I had one before,” Jack grumbled. “I’m a cyclist. You ever seen a cyclist with a flat ass? Speaking of which, am I gonna be able to ride my bike like this? I mean, will my jelly-filled butt get deformed if I sit for a long time on the saddle? I don’t wanna walk around with a permanent wedgie.”

Teo settled down on the bed next to him, tentatively laying a hand over his still-throbbing cheeks. He was gentle because he knew how sore Jack was back there. Also, Sammi had warned them to be careful until the silicone encapsulated. Slowly, he leaned over and planted his lips softly on both Jack’s ass cheeks.

Tilting his head, he asked, “Would you give up cycling for me, Babygirl?”

Jack braced. “Why?”

Teo was slow to respond. Finally, he said, “‘Cuz this is just the beginning. I only had Sammi do the lower part of yer butt tonight. There’s still the middle and upper parts. By the time he’s done, you’ll have two liters in each cheek.”

“TWO LITERS IN EACH ASS CHEEK???!!!” It was all Jack could do to not jump up and confront his boyfriend. “WHAT THE FUCK, TEO??? FOUR LITERS OF SILICONE IN MY ASS???!!!”

“Babygirl,” Teo said evenly, unruffled by his outburst. “Do you trust me?”

Jack’s breathing was labored. It took him a while to master himself enough to answer, “Yes.”

“Good.” Teo’s hand was back on his ass, fondling it tenderly. “I know what I’m doing. I got a plan for you and it’s a good one.”

Jack took a deep breath, struggling to hold back the tears that wanted to pour out. Cycling and triathlons were his life. He’d been a triathlete since he turned ten, the first year his father let him compete. Running, biking and swimming felt like they were his DNA. But Teo was right. If he got four liters of silicone in his ass, there’s no way he could race again. No way he could ride a bike again. No way he could run again. He might not even be able to swim again. He had no idea how the silicone would affect the way he moved through the water. He trusted Teo but was he really ready to give up the most important part of his life for him?

Finally, he couldn’t hold back the tears and let himself cry. He turned his head away from Teo and bit his lip, stifling his sobs, trying to be quiet in his grief but of course Teo could tell he was upset. After a moment, he lay down beside him, propping his head on his elbow. “Hey,” he murmured, tracing a finger over the curve of Jack’s cheek. “I’m not Duke if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m not going to lock you away from the world like he does with Sammi and control your every move. You’re Jack Fisher, my future husband. I want you to be free and happy, just like me.”

Jack tilted his head to look at him, still crying. “Y-Y-You’re not gonna turn me into a freak?”

“Nah, definitely not.” Teo grinned. “I tole ya I got a plan, didn’t I? Triathlons might not be in yer future no more but that don’t mean something even better’s right around the next corner.” He leaned in close and kissed him. “Trust me, Jack. I ain’t Duke. I’m Teo Lopez, yer big man. And I know yer gonna be happy with the results.”

He took Jack in his arms and held him close, smoothing his hair and letting him cry. Jack fell asleep that night cradled in the shelter of those big, muscular arms, feeling both sad about what he was giving up and glad that he belonged to Teo.

***

The next morning Teo stopped him when he started to shave his beard. “Uh uh, Babygirl,” he said, wagging a finger at him. “No more shaving for you! Yer growin’ a beard.” He looked down at Jack’s smooth pubes and amended, “But you can still shave everything else. I like yer pussy smooth!”

Jack looked at him, perplexed. “I’ve never had a beard before. I don’t even know if I can grow one.”

Teo reached up and ran his hand over the blondish red stubble coating his cheeks. “You can and you will. Trust me. You’ll look better with one.”

“Ok.” Jack put down the razor and looked at his reflection in the mirror. “What about a haircut? Can I at least do that?” He ran his hand through his golden blond curls. They were long enough to reach his lower neck and had an annoying habit of falling back over his eyes after he swept them over the top of his head. Being an athlete, he preferred to keep his hair short but he hadn’t visited a barber since Teo moved in. Every time he tried, Teo came up with some excuse why he should hold off.

“No,” Teo stated with finality. “No shaving your beard and no haircuts.” He held up his hand when Jack started to complain, saying, “And no more questions. Just do what I tell you to.”

“Whatever you say, Boss.”

Teo grinned. “Now yer gettin’ the idea, Babygirl. Just relax and leave yer looks to me.”

He walked around behind Jack and pulled down the towel from around his slim waist, admiring his newly-minted jiggly butt, every one of the added forty ounces of silicone evident in its new shape and softness. The throbbing had lessened overnight and Jack’s skin felt like it was stretching out nicely to accommodate the added liquid. When he looked back over his shoulder, he had to admit that it looked pretty good. Definitely bigger but not too big…yet. What would it look like with another liter and a half in each cheek? He pushed the thought away, not wanting to go there.

“I can’t wait to fuck it,” Teo said. “But Sammi said no butt sex until after he’s finished with the last injection.” He thrust out his lower lip in a mock pout, “I might go crazy by then.”

Jack looked back at him. “What about me? I don’t think I can live without your cock inside me!”

Teo patted his crotch, grinning, “It’s Ok. We’ll find other ways to amuse ourselves. Plus, I got my own little surprise planned for you.” He tapped his forefinger to his temple, “Yer big man’s not just the best butt-fucker in the whole world, he’s also super smart. I got everything planned out in here. I can’t wait for you to see what I’m doing next.”

“So mysterious.” Jack turned and held onto Teo, letting his manly boyfriend hug him tight. “You’re making me hard.”

Teo grinned, reaching down to slowly jack his skinny prick, and then slowly lowered himself to his knees where he delighted Jack with the best and fiercest blowjob ever. He didn’t even wait for Jack to stop spasming before he held up something.

Jack squinted at the strangely-shaped tube of clear plastic, asking, “What’s that?”

“It’s for yer cock and balls,” Teo explained. When Jack furrowed his brow, he cupped it over his still-hard cock and balls. “It’s a pumper. From now on, yer gonna pump yerself real good for two hours every night.”

“But why?”

Teo winked, tapping his temple like he had earlier. “Leave the thinkin’ to me, Babygirl. Juss do what I tell ya.”

Jack shrugged, “Ok!”

Teo grinned, “That’s my good lil’ Babygirl. Juss give in and let me take over.”

***

Jack’s pants fit tighter in back and his micro Speedo rode lower as a result of his new, heavier ass. For the first few days, the jiggling annoyed him but then he grew used to it. After a week, the throbbing went away and he could hardly remember when his ass used to be smaller. It felt natural and, most importantly, Teo loved it. His boyfriend showered his new ass with attention, fondling it and grabbing it and kissing it whether they were in public or not.

He even got used to the new routine with pumping his penis and testicles every night. Teo made it into a fun ritual, stripping him naked and seating him on his lap while he affixed the pump and ensured there was a good suction. He’d titillate Jack, tweaking his nipples and kissing his neck until his long pencil dick was stiff and throbbing in the tube. Between Teo’s mouth, hands, teeth and the constant sucking of the vacuum, Jack would end up shooting his load several times. After a couple of nights, he’d get hard just thinking about being suctioned.

The results of the pumping weren’t dramatic but his dick did look slightly thicker. His ball sac filled up as well and his nuts felt larger and heavier. More importantly, according to Teo, his skin was stretching out. For what purpose, though, Teo refused to say. Jack liked the sensation of his cock and balls swinging around when he was naked and he especially liked the way his teammates stared in the locker room when they thought he wasn’t looking. He felt like a badass for the first time in his life.

One night about a month after his first silicone treatment, Teo scheduled another one. When Jack showed up at Sammi and Duke’s, though, Sammi had a surprise for him.

“Not yer butt this time,” he corrected when Jack started to lie down ass-up on the bed. “This is goin’ in yer cock and balls.”

Jack stared at him, swallowing hard. “What?!”

Sammi nodded. “Teo had me order seven hundred cc’s for yer scrotum and five hundred for yer peenie.” He held out a dozen brown vials, each filled with one hundred cc’s of viscous, surgical-grade silicone. “Yer gonna have a big, hulkin’ piece when I’m done tonight.”

Swallowing hard, Jack glanced down at his modest package. It barely poked out against the crotch of his sweatpants. What the fuck would it look like after Sammi was done? Twelve hundred cc’s was the same amount he had injected into his buttocks, twenty ounces in each cheek. It was enough to give him a sizable, jiggly ass.

“Forty ounces!” he exclaimed when the full impact of Sammi’s words hit him. “Teo wants you to inject forty fuckin’ ounces of silicone into my cock and balls?! That’s more than a quart!”

Sammi nodded again, reaching out to pull on the drawstring of Jack’s pants. “‘Fraid so, Jonni. Now, c’mon. This is gonna take a few hours. Let’s get started.”

Jack wanted to cry, wanted to complain, wanted to resist, wanted to flee but he didn’t. Instead he froze. When he remained unmoving, Sammi took charge and stripped him naked and inserted the first of many needles into his shaft and ball sac.

***

That night, Jack’s life changed forever. He felt like he’d died and been reborn into a new life or, more accurately, into an ongoing nightmare. Still, he might have adjusted better if Teo had been there to console him. Teo always knew how to bolster his self-confidence, how to make him feel better even when everything was complete shit. He needed him the most that night but Teo was missing when he stumbled back into their townhouse, clutching his aching and horrifically enhanced package. Heart pounding, he dropped the silicone tumor, grinding his teeth as it tumbled out of his grasp like a leaden weight. This new sensation taught him a hard lesson: Even a gel felt like a boulder when enough of it was injected into him. 

Where the fuck was Teo? He called out to him piteously, averting his gaze and attention from his stupendously over-filled scrotal sac and the bloated log that now passed for his penis. Why was it so heavy? And it didn’t even fit in his underwear! What the fuck was he going to do?

His phone buzzed and he extracted it with difficulty from his hyper-stretched sweatpants, lower lip trembling when he saw it was a text from Teo. >>Sorry, Babygirl!<< it read. >>Gotta jet for a few days. My mom’s in surgery right now & Ima headed home. Be a good girl while I’m gone & congrats on the silicone. I can’t wait to see you! XXOOXX<<

Jack’s heart fell and tears rolled down his bearded cheeks. How the fuck was he supposed to face this without Teo there to support him? He needed his boyfriend more than ever right now! It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair!

He sat down on the couch, groaning when he realized he had to spread his legs wide to accommodate the behemoth organ. After struggling to maintain his composure, though, he finally gave in and hunched over with his head in his hands and bawled his eyes out.

He could get by with a bigger ass. Having forty ounces of silicone in his butt only gave him a sizable but still manageable rear end. Oh, it was jiggly alright and he looked extra girly because he was so bottom heavy but he could still wear his Speedo and not attract undue attention. With a pint and a half of silicone filling up his balls and another two cups in the shaft of his penis, his bulge was on permanent display regardless of what he was wearing. The swollen mass was already amply visible in his baggiest sweatpants but when he donned his skimpy racing Speedo…

It was unbearable.

The next day at practice, his cheeks flamed hot as he changed under his towel. He struggled to extract the throbbing mass of silicone from the pair of Teo’s boxers he’d borrowed because his normal panties shredded when he attempted to cram this new monster into them. Now more than ever, he didn’t want anyone to see his cock and balls! As if the mass wasn’t hideous enough, Sammi had made him wear a ring around his nuts and had slipped an elastic sleeve around his vastly swollen shaft to keep the gel in place. While no one would ever call him ‘Pencil Dick’ again, he realized it was vastly better than this…thing…hanging listlessly off his crotch.

He exited the locker room in a daze and made his way gingerly onto the pool deck, joining his fellow teammates late as the coach was going over the practice schedule. He tried to drape his hands over his crotch to hide it but it was so big that this proved to be impossible. The beleaguered pouch of his swimsuit was horribly distended, his appendage sagging out before him like a bloated whale.

The coach started to nod at him and then blanched, looking abruptly away when he saw Jack’s crotch. The other guys turned as well, their eyes widening in shock. More than a few started snickering and pointing at him. When the fans in the bleachers started whispering, Jack’s entire back and shoulders turned pink. He wanted to die of embarrassment and humiliation. But what could he do? 

Stoic until the bitter end, he remained silent, jaw clenched and staring straight ahead while the scene around him devolved into hysterical laughter. Where the fuck was Teo? If his boyfriend were there, no one would have dared to make fun of him. But, of course, there was no sign of his studly boyfriend. This time, Jack was completely alone in the face of the most withering public ridicule he’d ever endured. It left him completely shaken.

***

Chapter 5

He started getting harassed online and at swim meets. The fans of the opposing team would hold up lewd and derogatory posters, trying to destroy his concentration before competition. Worse, an anonymous heckler created a bunch of fake social media accounts that posted unflattering pics and videos of him in his Speedo, turning them into extremely hurtful memes. He reported the accounts as soon as he found them but they’d always pop back up in another day or two.

A week went by and Teo was still nowhere to be seen. Jack only received one, rushed phone call during that time and Teo had only had time to update him on his mother’s condition before hanging up. He didn’t even say when he’d be back. Jack hung his head when Teo ended the call, sniffling back sobs. He really wanted to call him back and tell him how devastated he was but he knew Teo was worried about his mother and his hands were full taking care of things back home. The last thing he wanted was to add to his stress. He cried himself to sleep that night, something that was becoming increasingly common lately.

Things continued to devolve. The coach ghosted him. Jack had always been the swim team’s golden boy but now had plummeted to the position of persona non grata. When his teammates weren’t whispering behind his back or openly teasing him, he was blocked out of any normal social interactions. He lost all of his friends, becoming an instant outcast.

It shattered his confidence. Wherever he went on campus, he was certain people were staring even when he wore the long trenchcoat he’d purchased to hide his deformity. Whenever it was too warm for the long coat, Guys would cat-call at him and shout obscenities. Women giggled mercilessly, giving him a wide berth when he walked past. His swim times slipped as he failed to place in more and more races and the coach grew short-tempered…on those rare occasions when he actually acknowledged his presence.

Until then, Jack hadn’t realized how sensitive he was to rejection. He’d always enjoyed a certain degree of popularity due to his good looks and athletic talent. Now that the former had disappeared and the latter was slipping away, he felt unmoored. When another week went by and there was no sign of Teo, he slid into a deep depression, even questioning his choice to be with Teo. He loved his man fiercely but, despite his assurances to the contrary, Teo was responsible for turning him into an object of scorn.

Things might have taken an even darker turn if it wasn’t for the sudden appearance of Bart Connors in Jack’s life. Bart was the captain of the swim team, a legend on campus almost on par with Teo. When he was just nineteen years old, he’d won a silver medal in the 400-meter medley in the Olympics and then joined the Navy. Entering the university after his service was complete, he was older than the rest of the guys on the team by several years. He was also married and had two young sons by his wife, Lindsey. Jack had seen Lindsey and the kids in the bleachers at swim meets, cheering Bart on. 

As the team captain, Bart took his role very seriously and went out of his way to check in with his fellow teammates. It was clear he did so not just because he valued winning but also because he cared about them.

Prior to this point, Bart had barely said more than a few words to Jack because he’d always been on the top of his game. Now that he was struggling, though, Bart pulled him aside one evening after practice.

“Yo, Fisher,” he rumbled, stepping out of the shadows when Jack exited the locker room. “We gotta talk.”

Blond, square-jawed and beefy, he was built much heavier than the rest of the swimmers, testament to his rigorous Navy SEAL training. His military background expressed itself in ways beyond his physical appearance, too; Bart possessed the stoic mien of a man who was accustomed to privation. His face was inscrutable and his gaze flinty. Jack felt cowed by his macho attitude and the way he loomed over him even though they were the same height.

He took a step backwards. “Yeah?”

Bart gave him a rare smile. “You don’t gotta act like that, bro. I’m juss checkin’ up on ya. How’re ya doin’ anyways? You seem down.”

“I’m fine.”

Bart sighed. “Yer not fine, man.” He glanced down at Jack’s crotch as he said this, making it abundantly clear what he was talking about. “What’s goin’ on? Is it those fuckin’ a-holes and their stupid signs at our meets?” He spit off to the side. “They’re juss a bunch of fuckers tryna get yer goat. Don’t let ‘em get to ya, man. You know yer the best swimmer on the team, dontcha?”

Jack blinked at him, tempted to be evasive but instead, to his undying humiliation, tears welled up in his eyes and he cried like a baby in front of the uber-macho, uber-tough Bart Connors. Bart stood there in shock for a moment before awkwardly patting his shoulder and soothing, “Yo, buddy! Hey! S’Ok. Yer Ok. It’s all Ok.”

No, it’s not! Jack wanted to shout but he didn’t trust himself to answer because he knew his voice would crack. In the end, he let Bart lead him off campus to a little sports bar a few blocks away. It was early so the place was empty and Bart picked out a table with some privacy, making Jack sit down before going up to the counter and ordering a couple of beers. By the time he returned, Jack had collected himself again and was drying his cheeks on his shirt sleeve.

Bart pushed a beer across the table to him. “This is ‘bout you and Teo, ain’t it?”

Jack looked down, not touching the beer yet. “Not really.”

“Bullshit.” Bart knocked back his beer, wiping his chin off on the back of his hand. “Listen, I think it’s totally cool that you an’ Teo’re together an’ I don’t give a flyin’ fuck what you do to yer body.” His eyes dipped downward, landing on Jack’s swollen crotch poking up over the edge of the table between them. “But, dude, you live in the real world and it’s bound to take its toll. Not everybody’s a supporter of LGBTQ folks. More than that, people don’t understand kinks.” He spread his big hands, “I mean, a kink’s a kink, right? We all got ‘em, even me. But not everybody’s so open-minded. It’s America’s puritanical past that still haunts us like a judgmental ghost.” He paused in thought before adding, “What I’m tryna say is if yer gonna be with him–and yer gonna let him do this kind of shit to yer body–you gotta grow a thicker skin.” 

“But–,” Jack tried to object. Why was Bart placing all of the blame on Teo? Hadn’t Jack given his consent to this? Teo hadn’t forced him to do anything.

Bart cut him off, holding up a finger in warning, “I can guarantee this harassment that yer experiencin’ right now ain’t the worst of it. Yer gonna be subjected to all sorts of hate the further down this road you go.”

Jack hung his head, wishing fervently Teo was there. When Teo was with him, he felt like he could handle anything but he felt adrift without his boyfriend to lean on.

Bart surprised him by chucking him under the chin in the same way that Teo would often do. When Jack looked up at him in surprise, the big, gruff dude grinned. “Listen to me, Jack. You don’t gotta worry. Yer not alone. I’m here to help. I got yer back. Give me some time and I’ll deal with the haters.”

“Really?” Jack’s eyes lit up with hope. “You can do that?” Bart nodded and Jack took a sip of his beer before another worry hit him. “But what about…?” He couldn’t make himself finish the sentence. He knew he’d burst into tears again if he talked about the online bullying. Instead, he wordlessly pulled out his phone and, scrolling briefly through Instagram, found one of the offensive posts and held the screen out to Bart.

Bart’s eyebrows lifted. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the table so hard their beers sloshed. “I didn’t realize you were bein’ cyber bullied, too! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Jack lowered his lashes while Bart thought for a moment. At last, he said, “Don’t worry. Leave this to me, bro. I’ll track down whoever’s behind this and make ‘em pay. Juss you wait.”

Jack’s heart was pounding in his chest. He hadn’t realized how desperately he wanted to be rid of his tormentors until Bart promised he’d help him. “How?” he asked, breathless. “How’ll you do that?”

Bart puffed out his substantial chest. “I worked in the cyber crime division of the Navy, bro. Trust me, I got my ways. Gimme a week. That’s all I’ll need and you’ll be able to hold yer head up high again without fear of bein’ bullied.”

Jack couldn’t stop himself. Before he knew it, he’d reached across the table and grasped Bart’s big, calloused hand and was squeezing it against his chest. Bart grinned back at him, blue eyes sparkling with pride.

They sat like that for a while before Bart asked, “What’re ya up to now, bro?”

Jack shrugged. “I was gonna head home, I guess. I mean, with Teo gone, I–”

“Teo’s gone?” Bart’s eyes lit up. “Wait. He ain’t here?”

“No, his mother’s sick,” Jack revealed, shaking his head. “He’s been gone since the night I…” He looked down at his crotch and Bart swallowed, catching his meaning.

Bart looked off to the side, “You shouldn’t be alone right now, bro. Lemme go home with ya. I can spend the night with ya and…ya know, make sure yer Ok.” He held up the hand that wasn’t pressed against Jack’s chest, waving it dismissively. “I’ll call Lindsey. I’m sure she’ll be fine with it after I tell her what’s goin’ on.”

Jack’s hand gripped Bart’s even tighter. It was such a large hand, bigger even than Teo’s. And so wide and firm! It felt good to hold it. He knew Teo would never agree to him spending the night with another man even if that man was a straight guy like Bart but Teo wasn’t here to stop him.

In the end, he invited Bart back to his place.

***

“Woah, nice digs, bro!” Bart looked around the townhouse in appreciation, removing his shoes and padding around the living room while Jack closed the curtains to make sure Duke and Sammi didn’t see Bart and, more importantly, so that Bart didn’t see them. “How many bedrooms you got? This place’s bigger than any townhouse I’ve ever seen!”

“Three.” Jack stood alone in the center of the living room, head lowered. Now that Bart was here, he wished he hadn’t invited him. Somehow, he felt like an even bigger freak being alone with this towering wall of muscle. Bart was just so…normal. The contrast between their lives, choices and bodies couldn’t have been starker. He looked down at his bizarrely tumescent crotch, hating himself.

“Three?” Bart repeated, jaw falling open. “You got three bedrooms?” He looked around. “You got other roommates or sumthin’?”

Jack shook his head, “Nah, it’s just me an’ Teo. Well, just me right now.”

For some reason Bart relaxed as he said this and sauntered over to him, asking, “You, uh, wanna get more comfortable, bro? Go ahead and change into whatever you usually wear when Teo’s around.” He unslung the duffle bag from over his bulging shoulder, looking back toward the bathroom. “I’ll, uh, go change, too.”

“Ok.”

Jack went into the bedroom and put on some sweatpants and a tank top. When he returned to the living room, he froze. Bart was waiting for him wearing only a camo jockstrap and his dogtags around his bull neck. Jack swallowed, eyes going round. “Bart, what–?” he started to ask but Bart had already taken him in his brawny arms and started kissing his neck.

Jack went briefly rigid but then found himself melting against Bart’s big, firm, muscular body. Bart was like Teo only more so, a real brute who knew how to take charge. In no time, Jack was being stripped bare by the hunky ex-SEAL. Bart stopped at his boxers, though, almost as if he wasn’t sure whether to remove them or not. The truth was that Jack was still cramming his bloated monster into Teo’s undies and Bart would’ve had his work cut out if he tried to pull them off.

Face flushed, Bart cupped Jack’s giant scrotum in his big hands, bouncing it up and down a few times. When he met Jack’s gaze, his eyes were feverish. “Feel me, too, bro,” he begged, shaking the cup of his jock enticingly. From the way the mesh was tented, it was clear he was very turned on and very gifted below the belt. Jack couldn’t tell for sure but he guessed Bart was much bigger than Teo down there.

Conflicted, Jack obliged, lowering his hands and feeling Bart’s throbbing erection. He withdrew them again as it scalded. It wasn’t his imagination. Bart was huge! His circumcised cock was easily twice as big as Teo’s and even girthier. Bart Connors had a true masterpiece between his legs!

Bart chuckled, kissing him deeply as he did so. Then he surprised Jack by pulling back and lowering his long eyelashes over his sparkling blue eyes, “I wanna be like you, bro,” he confessed. “Make me as big as you are. I wanna be HUGE!”

***

Jack succeeded in talking Bart out of getting silicone injected into the shaft of his penis but he couldn’t talk him out of stuffing his scrotum with over fifty ounces of the stuff. It turned out that Bart had been pumping his cock and balls on the sly after Lindsey went to bed and had consequently stretched out his ball sac significantly. Sammi was amazed at how easily the silicone flowed when he jabbed the needle in. Ever the brave soldier, Bart didn’t even flinch. Instead, Jack watched as his big, floppy dick gradually stood up until he was sporting a raging boner. Bart had waited a long time for this moment and he wasn’t about to let it slip past without enjoying it!

Of the four men present, Jack seemed to be the only one with misgivings. Neither Duke nor Sammi seemed surprised when they opened their front door to find Jack standing there meekly with Bark grinning by his side. Bart hadn’t even bothered to put anything on and strode proudly across the lawn in nothing but his navy-ration jockstrap.

“Yeah, sure,” Sammi had agreed, mindful of Bart’s curious eyes roving over his vastly deformed body. “I’ll do it.”

“And I’ll watch,” Duke said, clamping a firm hand down on Sammi’s shoulder. “I’ll give you all the silicone you want if I can fuck Sammi while he’s filling you.” He grinned, exchanging a knowing glance with Sammi. “It’s kind of our thing.” 

While Jack wondered how much Teo had had to pay Duke to keep his silicone sessions private, Bart was unphased. “No prob. The more the merrier, bro. I don’t care as long as my balls are as big as Jack’s when we’re done.”

Jack’s mind was spinning. Until today, he’d always assumed Bart was a totally normal heterosexual bro. There was nothing about his behavior or bearing that suggested otherwise. Now Bart had revealed his kinky nature to him, he felt like the foundation of his world was shaky. What was normal? Who was normal? Was anyone normal?

A half hour later, Duke’s thighs were slapping rhythmically against Sammi’s ridiculously inflated ass cheeks while Sammi added more and more silicone to Bart’s balls. Being fucked didn’t even seem to break his concentration and he had no trouble keeping his hands steady. “The silicone is like padding,” he revealed to Jack at one point. “My ass is sorta like a bumper car. You’ll see once I’m done with you. It’s kinda cool.”

“Mhmm,” Jack mumbled. He was too mesmerized by the sight of Bart’s scrotum swelling ever larger and ever heavier, sagging downward until it dragged on the mattress under his knees. After fifteen vials of the stuff, his balls were truly monster-sized, dwarfing even Jack’s enormous ball sac. When it was over, the ex-SEAL’s scrotum was so big it made his horsecock look small by comparison. 

“It’s permanent, right?” Bart asked, flushed and breathless and still very turned on. His scrotum swung languidly between his thighs, bigger than an overfilled water balloon. “There’s no going back, right? I’ll never be able to hide ‘em, right?”

Sammi shook his head, wincing as Duke came inside him. “It is permanent unless you get surgery but even that’s dicey. Your balls will never go back to normal again.”

“Fuuuuuuuck! OH, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! YESSSSSSS!!!”

Bart came right there in a totally hands-free orgasm that sent loads of his thick, gloppy cum rocketing all over Sammi and Duke’s bedspread.

***

“I love you, bro.”

Jack looked over at Bart and smiled, not knowing what to say. They were reclining side by side on the sofa back in Jack and Teo’s townhouse, letting their distended scrotums dangle over the edge of the cushions. Jack’s was huge but Bart’s was even bigger, so heavy that it rested on the tile floor at his feet. Jack couldn’t take his eyes off it, feeling both mesmerized and also a little happy.

Why happy?

Because he no longer felt like such a freak now that Bart–the most conventional man he knew–had joined him in his silicone odyssey. He no longer felt alone. He had Bart. (Later he would wonder why he didn’t feel the same way about Sammi and realized that it was because he hadn’t known Sammi before all the silicone, steroids and synthol. Sammi had always been a freak in Jack’s mind, an uncomfortable mirror that he couldn’t stand to look at for very long.)

“Can I touch it?”

He looked over and saw Bart reaching out for his bloated shaft, even bigger now that the silicone was encapsulating. “If I can touch yours,” he agreed, reaching over to wrap his hand around Bart’s giant erection. The dude was hard as a rock and just about ready to shoot again. Jack’s hand fondled him and Bart’s head fell backwards, a long, low moan escaping his lips. He took hold of Jack’s tube of silicone as he did so, rubbing it reverentially until he was erect, too, although it was difficult to tell under all that gel.

Their lips found each other and they kissed, growing heated and passionate. Bart pushed Jack onto his back and pinned him underneath his bulk. “Open yer thighs,” he ordered and Jack obeyed. Bart carefully guided his bloated nut sac between Jack’s legs and then collapsed on top of him. Their twin, giant scrotums lay together, squashed beneath Bart’s body weight. It was like their bodies had become living pillows, squishy and full and exquisitely sensitive. They kissed, both of them achieving orgasm in no time.

As they drifted to sleep afterwards, Bart whispered, “I can’t wait until everyone sees me, bro. I’m so proud.” He kissed his ear, chuckling, “Thank you. Thank you so much for helping me become the man I always wanted to be.”

***

Chapter 6

The next morning, Bart presented Jack with a new set of underwear that he’d ordered from an online store that catered to men with enhanced packages. “Try these babies on, bro,” he said, holding out the packages of lacey pink panties. They looked like women’s undergarments except for the massive pouch sewn in the front. Bart lowered his eyes bashfully, “I was plannin’ on given’ ‘em to ya last night but I, uh, kinda got carried away.” He looked up hopefully, blushing, “I’ve been wantin’ to give ‘em to ya for a long time, ever since you showed up at swim practice with yer junk spillin’ out all over.”

“Thank you, Bart!” Jack kissed him, clutching the panties against his chest. Bart pulled him in for a hug and their mutant packages sloshed together. It was very sweet!

“I got some specially-made jockstraps for me to wear when I ordered yer panties,” Bart revealed after they kissed deeply. “I know it was a bit presumptuous but I juss had a feelin’ you’d help me get big. Now I’m all prepared. I even got us matching pairs of Speedos for practice!”

“That’s so cool!” Jack’s erection was throbbing, although it was hard to tell given that it was surrounded by such a large amount of silicone. “You thought of everything!”

Bart beamed with pride before growing serious. “Say, Baby Bro?”

Jack smiled at his new sobriquet. “Yeah?”

Bart dragged his toe across the floor, stalling. Finally, he asked, “What ‘bout Teo? I mean, will he be pissed that we’re, you know, kinda together now?” He held up his hands, adding quickly, “Don’t get me wrong! I don’t wanna get between you an’ him. But I…got these feelings for you, ya know. I’m tired of bein’ with Lindsey. I wanna be with you…and Teo. If he’ll have me, that is.”

“A threesome?” Jack had never considered the possibility.

Bart nodded eagerly. “Yeah, that. Nuthin’ would make me happier than to be part of yer family, bro.”

Jack mopped his forehead, feeling hot. With his curly hair so long these days, he found this was a common occurrence. (How did people with long hair stay cool?) “I honestly don’t know, Bart, but I’m into it. I really like you, too.” He lowered his eyelashes, “And I think you’re totally sexy.”

“Ditto.” Bart’s cock was standing a full mast by this point. “Yer the prettiest lil’ thing I’ve ever seen.”

They would have fucked but they were already running late for class. In the end, they walked together across campus, hand in hand, their oversized bulges proudly bouncing before them. The panties fit Jack perfectly and gave just the right support. 

Jack’s bulge was not only smaller in comparison to Bart’s, it was also shaped differently. Jack’s was sort of oblong due to the fact his bloated cock sat atop his bloated ballsac. Because Bart’s silicone was confined to his scrotum and especially because he kept a rubber ring around his balls to keep it from migrating, his bulge was completely round. When he stuffed it into the pouch of his special jockstrap, it stuck out before him like a basketball. A basketball that ‘dribbled’ as he walked, bouncing up and down with each step. In contrast, Jack’s swayed from side to side like an elephant’s trunk.

As you can imagine, they caused quite a stir among the other university students. Previously, Jack had made the trek in shame, cowering in fear and wilting from ridicule. With Bart beside him, though, he felt much more confident and even developed a bit of a swagger in his step. 

For his part, Bart was in his element. He didn’t care if the attention was positive or negative, as long as he got attention. He’d never been happier! It was like he’d been born again and was finally living his best life. He even told Jack that it was his liberation day and he’d never go back to his boring old life again.

They got undressed together in the locker room. The room fell silent as soon as Bart dropped his sweat pants and stepped out of his jockstrap, allowing the full 50-ounce majesty of his siliconed balls to flop heavily down to his knees. He stretched and yawned in no hurry to cover up. He pretended like he was oblivious to the lurid spectacle but that was all for show. He was privately lapping up the horrified stares of their teammates.

Jack fed off of his confidence and joined him, revealing the pink panties he wore beneath his sweats and brazenly exposing his bloated gonads for all to see. Naked and unselfconscious, he stepped into the new Speedo that Bart had given him, bouncing up and down on his heels to settle his siliconed equipment into the huge pouch. When he was done, he grinned over at Bart and they fist-bumped. Around them, their teammates’ faces had gone white. The room was completely silent.

The coach buried his head in his hands when they sauntered out onto the pool deck and the small audience in the bleachers were left stunned. Bart and Jack lined up with the rest of the team, their broad shoulders thrust back and their crotches thrust forward. 

“What the fuck, guys?!” the coach complained, hands on his hips. “Are you tryna turn this team into the laughingstock? Seriously, what the fuck?”

“What’s wrong?” Bart challenged, provocatively lowering his hand to scratch at his bulge. “Who the fuck cares what we look like as long as we win? There ain’t no rules against bein’ big.”

The coach opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to come up with a satisfactory reply. In the end, he was forced to concede defeat because Bart was absolutely correct: There were plenty of rules around performance enhancing drugs but there was no rule against modifying your body. As long as they were fast enough to stay on the team, they could do whatever they wanted to themselves.

And thus Bart solved two of Jack’s biggest problems: He no longer feared being seen in public and he could hold his head up high at swim practice again. That left only two remaining issues: The harassment during swim meets and the cyber bullying. When he mentioned this to Bart, the big man smiled and chucked him under the chin. “I tole ya to leave that to me, Baby Bro.” He mussed his hair affectionately, “You just sit there and look pretty an’ I’ll take care of everything else.”

Jack didn’t know what he had in mind but he trusted him and, of course, in the end Bart really did come through. 

Later that week, they attended a swim meet at a rival university across the state. Jack was nervous the whole time they were getting ready in the visitor’s locker room. The worst moment of the swim meets was when he walked out onto the pool deck because that was when the haters in the crowd taunted him ruthlessly. It was enough to give him a complex and he’d learned to steel himself before the meet. Even after giving himself an inner pep talk, though, he still felt rattled.

“It’ll be fine,” Bart said, patting him on the jiggly butt as they pushed through the swinging doors and strolled out in front of the waiting crowd. “You’ll see.”

He was right. Rather than a torrent of abuse, Jack was met with wild cheering when he stepped up onto the blocks for the first heat of the relay race. He looked around in wonder, not seeing one nasty sign. The cheers only got louder and more enthusiastic the longer he stood there. He cast a grateful glance over at Bart who was waiting behind him; the big stud winked back, a wide grin on his face.

Their relay team won the race, setting a new school record and earning a place on the roster for the regional finals. He and Bart and their enhanced bulges stood together on the winners podium to receive their medals with the other two members of their relay team (who looked rather underendowed by comparison.) The coach was so ecstatic he hugged Jack…only to recoil quickly when their crotches inevitably pressed together. His cheeks turned rosy and he looked like he was about to faint. When he turned to Bart, he opted to stick out his hand for an awkward handshake.

On the bus on the way back to the university, Jack asked Bart how he’d managed to quell the haters. The big guy settled back in his seat and spread his legs, allowing his heavy sac to sag down. “I had a little help from some friends.”

“Friends?”

Bart took his hand and moved it over onto his crotch. Jack flushed when he felt the jock’s big dick swell inside his sweatpants. He looked around to be sure no one was watching and squeezed. Bart moaned and would have kissed him if their teammate sitting across the aisle hadn’t cleared his throat in annoyance. Jack turned apologetically to meet his stony gaze and tried to retract his hand but Bart held it in place. He had no choice but to continue to fondle the jock’s growing erection.

“Ahhh, fuck!” Bart breathed, savoring Jack’s handjob. “Ain’t this the best?” He looked over and winked at their grossed-out teammate but the guy had already turned away from them and was staring out the window. “So, you were askin’ ‘bout my friends?” When Jack nodded, Bart continued, “that actually reminds me of sumthin’ I’ve been meaning to ask you about.”

“Yeah?”

Bart swallowed, suddenly nervous. “I-I-I was wondering if I could ask a favor.”

Jack smiled, “You know I’ll do anything for you, Bart.”

“Yeah, I do and I’m grateful, Baby Bro. Really grateful. But this is a big deal.”

“What is it?” Jack pressed, gently stroking Bart’s schlong. It was fully erect by this point and leaking through his sweats. “Just tell me.”

“Unnnnngh!” It took Bart awhile to collect himself before he was able to get out, “Would you…I mean, would it be Ok if I moved into yer place? Me an’ some friends, that is.”

Jack blinked. “Well, yeah, of course! But why?”

Bart took Jack’s dick in his, reciprocating the handjob; Jack squirmed with pleasure. “I got served divorce papers today from Lindsey an’ don’t got nowhere to stay.” When Jack started to react to this, he shushed him, saying, “Baby Bro, it’s fine. Really. It’s past time we got divorced. I never wanna be with a woman again for as long as I live.”

Jack smiled, “I would love it if you moved in! You and all of your friends. I’m sure I’ll like them!”

“Aw, yer so sweet!” Bart’s eyes kindled with the twin flames of lover and lust. “Yer makin’ me fall even more in love with you, you know that?”

“And Teo will be fine with it, too. I promise.”

Bart arched his back, getting ready to shoot. Beside them, their teammate was clutching the seat with white knuckles. “Ahhhhh, fuuuuuuck!” Bart moaned, emptying his load in his sweatpants. He stroked Jack until he orgasmed, too, soaking his panties with cum. When they had both caught their breath again, Bart asked, “You really think Teo won’t mind?” He extracted his hand from Jack’s softening member, licking his fingers. Jack did the same. Bart’s cum was super spicy!

“Yes, I’m sure of it.”

Bart smiled, “I sure hope yer right. ‘Cuz if he ain’t, I don’t got no other options.”

“He’ll like you as much as I do,” Jack reassured. “Stop worrying!”

“Huh. He must be quite the guy. I mean, he’s one hot motherfucker on the football field. I can only imagine what he’s like in the sack. But he might be jealous or threatened, ya know.” He extracted a towel from his duffle bag and started mopping himself up, handing it to Jack when he was done.

Jack shook his head, stuffing the towel in his sweats and wiping up his ‘spilt milk.’ “He won’t be. Trust me.” Changing the subject, he asked, “How many guests should I plan on? We have three bedrooms, after all. You and I can sleep in one and they can have the other two. Will that be enough?”

Bart looked off to the side. “Uh, well, Baby Bro. ‘Bout that. There’s more than juss a couple. We’re gonna have fifteen men livin’ with us for a while.” He looked worriedly back at him, blue eyes full of pleading, “Will that be Ok?”

Jack’s eyebrows lifted. “Fifteen men? Really?”

“‘Fraid so, Baby Bro.”

Jack thought about it for a minute before smiling brightly, “If they’re your friends, I’m sure I’ll like them. I don’t know where they’ll sleep but they’re welcome to stay with us as long as they like.”

Bart shook his head. “You really are sumthin’, you know it?” He leaned over and kissed him. “I don’t know nobody else like you, Jack. Yer da best!”

***

A whole platoon of Navy SEALs was waiting at their doorstep when they returned to the townhouse. As soon as they saw Bart and Jack approaching, they came jogging over. Jack found himself surrounded by more big, buff, macho men than he’d ever seen in one place before. It was overwhelming!

They immediately piled on top of Bart, grunting and laughing as they wrapped him in a bear hug. Then they turned their attention to Jack, smiling wolfishly as they looked him up and down appreciatively. And then they pounced, giving him an even warmer welcome than Bart. One even swept Jack off his feet and spun him around, planting a kiss on his lips. When placed the breathless Jack back down on the ground, his eyes shone with undisguised desire, a desire that burned so hot that it made Jack flush.

“Hey, Marks!” Bart barked, slapping the amorous SEAL on the ass. “That’s enough. Introduce yerself before you start humping his leg!”

Master Chief Petty Officer Jerome Marks lowered his eyes apologetically, chastened, but his eyes were still smoldering when Jack cast a glance up at him.

“Baby Bro,” Bart continued, motioning to his fellow SEALs, “these are my men. The best fuckin’ SEALs in the whole Navy. I know it’s cliche but I owe ‘em my life. They’ve never let me down. Including now. Each of these guys has offered to stay here until graduation in the spring. They’re the reason nobody booed ya tonight at the swim meet…and the reason nobody’s gonna boo ya again. More than that, they’re here to help you out. They’ll do anything for me which means, by extension, they’ll do anything for you, too. How’s that sound?”

Jack was tonguetied. He cast his eyes downward, lowering his long eyelashes demurely, before looking up again hesitantly. The men all grinned back at him, their beefy arms folded and their bulges tenting out their gray sweatpants.

“He sure is pretty, Captain!” Jerome praised. “You always did know how to pick ‘em!” The other men grunted their assents. “We’ll take real good care of him, alright.” This was greeted by a chorus of guttural laughter. Jack clenched his buttocks, feeling like they were undressing him with their eyes.

Bart slung his arm over Jack’s shoulders. “Be nice, guys! Jack here’s special. Try an’ act like gentlemen for once!”

The men chuckled and Jack invited them inside the townhouse. He was impressed how they immediately set about moving in, even assembling rows of bunk beds in the living room and setting up their foot lockers as if they were back in basic training. In no time, the place had been transformed into a barracks full of noisy, sweaty men.

Bart stripped down to his custommade jockstrap like he did whenever he was at home with Jack. And the men all followed suit, although they wore regular-sized jockstraps because they lacked Bart’s surreal size. Jack could only stare in rapture as he was treated to the scene of all of these muscular hunks clad in white Bike jockstraps. It made his heart race!

He went to the grocery store and purchased a mountain of food, returning to cook the company a giant dinner. He went heavy on the meat, anticipating correctly that these guys liked their protein. Bart fired up the grill and got the steaks cooking while Jack tied a pink apron around his waist and roasted potatoes and made gravy in the kitchen.

The men were so happy with Jack’s cooking that they took their turns passing him around the table after dinner. Each guy fondled and kissed and generally roughed him up before handing him off to the next soldier. Jack was incredibly turned on and flustered by the time he reached Bart.

Bart balanced him on his lap, bouncing him up and down on his silicone cushion, as he praised his men. “These fuckers’re the reason you only heard cheerin’ today the meet, Baby Bro. They was spread out in the crowd and made sure everyone behaved.” He grinned knowingly across the table at his men.

“Yeah, we took care of the haters,” Jerome agreed, punching his fist into his palm. “Some of ‘em won’t never father no babies now. Haha!”

Jack swallowed and Bart took the opportunity to run his hand up his t-shirt. “What did you do to them?”

Jerome slapped his fist even harder into his palm, gloating, “Haha! We took care of ‘em. That’s what!”

Jack decided he didn’t want to know any more details and changed the subject, “Well, thank you. You really made my–”

He was interrupted by a startled grunt. Everyone swung around to find Teo standing in the foyer. The smile on his face faded as he caught sight of Jack sitting pretty on Bart’s lap.

“What the FUCK is goin’ on here?!” he demanded. Rounding on Jack, he ordered, “Baby Girl, get the fuck away from that bastard!” He threw his duffle bag down and stormed over as if he intended to rip Jack out of Bart’s arms. “I leave you alone for two weeks,” he ranted, face reddening, “and look what happens!”

Jack moved between Teo and Bart as the SEALs watched in stunned silence. “Teo!” he soothed, squeezing his studly boyfriend’s hulking shoulders. “This Bart Connors. You know him, right? He’s the swim team captain.” He gestured to the guys piled around the table, adding, “And these’re his men. They’re, um, gonna be stayin’ with us for a little while…”

“Like FUCK they are!” Teo yelled. 

He would have gotten violent if Bart hadn’t smoothly stood up and backed the startled Teo up against the wall. Placing his hands on either side of Teo’s head, he leaned in close, warning, “Yer gonna stop this temper tantrum right now, bro.”

Caught by surprise, Teo could only stare helplessly up at him. Jack watched in surprise as he swallowed nervously, his throat bobbing up and down. The expression on his face was a complex mixture of fear and some other emotion that Jack couldn’t quite place.

When Teo became docile, Bart continued, “Good. Now that yer calm, we can discuss this like men. And men, at least the men in the SEALs, talk things out.” He roughly spun Teo around and pushed him forward. Teo had no choice but to brace himself against the wall. He turned his head and pressed his cheek against the paneling, casting a confused look over to Jack. Bart didn’t notice; he was too busy staring down at Teo’s butt in stunned silence. As the silence stretched, Jack followed his gaze and his eyes widened.

Teo’s butt was huge!

It was at least double its original size and it had been hefty before. What the fuck had he done to himself while he was away?

Grinning with victory, Bart yanked down the waistband of Teo’s sweatpants. Teo barked in protest and tried to cover his exposed buttocks but Bart stopped him, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he purred, caressing Teo’s big globes with his calloused hands. He looked back at his men, commenting, “Looks like Lover Boy here got ass implants.” This news was greeted by low whistles and grunts of laughter from the men. Bart wasn’t finished, though, and–over Teo’s strenuous complaining–parted his newly inflated ass cheeks to expose his tiny, tight hole. It was clenched and pretty, a very dainty caramel color. Bart stared at it with fascination, his erection gradually standing up in his jock.

And, just when Jack was convinced he was going to fuck his boyfriend in front of everybody, he released Teo. 

Teo hastily yanked up his pants, his face bright red. Jack had never seen him so flustered. Worried his reputation as the indisputable top dog had just been irreparably harmed, Teo cast an agonized look over at Jack. Jack’s heart melted and he moved to hug him but was stopped by Bart.

“Not so fast, Baby Bro,” he warned, folding his arms. “Teo an’ me gotta come to an understanding.”

“Understanding?” Teo repeated, unable to meet Bart’s searing gaze. “What understanding?”

“Yer the beta now,” Bart stated succinctly. “And I’m the alpha. Got it?”

Teo kept his gaze on his feet as he nodded meekly. Jack was flummoxed; he never thought he’d witness Teo being submissive!

“Good.” Now Bart was all smiles as he reached out and placed a big hand on Teo’s shoulder and squeezed. “Being the beta comes with privileges,” he continued, grin deepening as he patted his tumescent crotch. Teo looked up and flushed when he saw the humongous outline of Bart’s erection. “You get to ride my cock for one,” Bart said. “And we get to share Baby Bro over there.” He jerked his chin at Jack who flushed with pride, desire and happiness. “Sound good?”

“Y-Y-Yeah.”

Jack noticed then that Teo’s pants were tented just like Bart’s jock. Clearly, his boyfriend wasn’t too upset with this turn of events. This realization had barely formed in his head before Bart swept both him and Teo into a bear hug. Their crotches, chests and faces pressed together and then they were kissing. Bart’s hands ran down Jack and Teo’s taut bodies, sliding under the waistbands of their pants. His palms rested appreciatively on their enhanced backsides for a moment before he thrust a finger into their buttholes, making them grunt with surprise. “My bitches!” he praised. “I got the two hottest bitches in the whole fuckin’ world!”

Watching them from around the dining room table, the SEALs released a collective breath and the room erupted into wild cheering. The threesome had been cemented!

***

Chapter 7

Teo led Jack into their bedroom after dinner. Closing the door behind him, he demanded, “Have you been sleeping with him, Baby Girl? In my bed?” Through the door, they could hear the grunts and guttural barks of the SEALs as they cleaned up the kitchen, joking and laughing and generally carrying on.

Jack shook his head, deciding not to point out the fact that it was actually his bed. “We’ve had sex a few times but we’ve been sleeping in separate bedrooms.”

“Has he fucked you?” Teo’s eyes were blazing. He might have accepted his new role as beta but that didn’t mean he was happy about it.

Once again Jack shook his head. “No! You’re still the only guy who’s fucked me.”

“Thank God!” Teo’s shoulders sagged with relief and he collapsed on the bed. Jack joined him, leaning against his steady bulk. Bart might be big but Teo was solid and Jack always felt secure when he was with him. After hesitating, Teo slung his arm over his shoulders and tugged him close. And then he kissed him deeply. They made out for a long time, getting more and more turned on. Finally, Teo moved Jack’s hand down to his crotch.

Jack’s eyes widened. “Whoa! What happened to yer dick?”

Teo grinned proudly. “It’s bigger. A lot bigger, both thicker and longer. You like?”

In answer, Jack yanked his studly boyfriend’s sweatpants off and then liberated his cock from his jockstrap. The beast snapped upward, slapping Teo’s taut, tanned belly. Jack fishmouthed. It was quite literally huge!

“H-H-How?” he stammered, unable to believe the majestic size of that organ. Belatedly, he realized that something was missing and looked up in disbelief, “You’re circumcised?”

“Haha! Yeah!” Teo’s eyes were dancing. “I tole ya I was thinkin’ ‘bout it ever since I saw how clean and perfect yers is.” He waggled his erection at him, grinning from ear to ear. The circumcision scar was mostly healed but there was still a jagged red line under his swollen cockhead. “It’s hot, right? You like it, dontcha?”

“Fuck, yeah!” Jack’s mouth was watering at the mere sight of that enhanced, cut member. It was the most beautiful cock he’d ever seen. “When did you do this?” he queried. “And the butt implants, too?”

Teo shrugged. “I didn’t have nuthin’ else to do while I was stuck at home so I figured I’d do a lil’ sumthin’ to myself.” He mussed Jack’s hair before flipping over on his back and exposing his supremely shapely buttocks. The implants were blocky and firm, giving him a superior man ass, as opposed to Jack’s silicone-filled booty which was distinctly jiggly and round. He squeezed those bounteous globes together, looking over his shoulder at Jack’s stunned expression and laughing. “Whaddaya think, Baby Girl?”

“I love it but…why?” Jack asked, noticing that Teo had very distinct Speedo tan lines accentuating the size and heft of his buttocks. “I thought you were a top?”

“Why should you have all the fun, Baby Girl?” Teo giggled. Jack had never heard him giggle before and it was infectious. He found himself giggling in response. Teo reached back and parted his cheeks, exposing his hole. It was tiny and perfect. Jack’s drooling only increased. He wanted it on his tongue! Teo puckered and unpuckered his hole teasingly. “I don’t need to tell ya that I’ve always liked gettin’ my salad tossed. While I was gone, I realized I’ve been craving more than just a tongue in my hole. I want the real deal.”

Jack’s face fell at these words and he hung his head. When Teo noticed, he sobered, “What? What’s wrong, Baby Girl?”

Jack swallowed. “It’s just that I…I…can never fuck you is all.” He patted his silicone-filled tube steak. “It’s too big, Teo. Sammi put too much in it. I can’t fuck even if I wanted to.”

Teo made a sound of contrition in the back of his throat and sat back up on the bed, cradling him in his arms. “Oh, Baby Girl!” he cooed, kissing Jack’s forehead. “I don’t care! You were never meant to be a top anyways. You take loads, you don’t give ‘em!” He kissed him again, adding, “The first thing I was gonna do after I got back is suggest we open up our relationship so I could enjoy a stiff cock up my ass.” He laughed, “But you beat me to the punch, Baby Girl! Now we got Bart and he’s got enough cock for the both of us.”

And, as if on cue, the door opened and Bart sauntered into their inner sanctum. His jock was tented so luridly that it was clear he was ready to saunter into their personal inner sanctums as well. “Are my two slutty lil’ bitches ready to be bred?” he asked, grinning like a starving wolf as he patted his giant erection. “‘Cuz Daddy wants some boy pussy tonight!”

Teo and Jack were naked in no time. Bart had them drop down on all fours on the bed and present their backsides for inspection while he kneaded his crotch with a big mitt. Teo and Jack grinned at each other, eyes on fire with expectation as they arched their backs and spread their cheeks. They were going to get fucked!

Their bodies were so different, offering Bart a smorgasbord of delights. Jack’s body was long, thin and sinewy and Teo was short, wide and stocky. Jack’s jelly-filled cakes were round and glorious whereas Teo’s were hard and firm but no less glorious. Jack’s scrotum sagged down between his hairless, shapely thighs and Teo’s big balls wagged eagerly back and forth between his hulking quads. Jack’s hole was gaping and pink whereas Teo’s was pert and caramel-colored. 

“Teo,” Bart ordered, “yer gonna fuck Jack while I fuck you. Got it?”

“Aye, Sir!” Teo immediately grabbed a bottle of lube and slathered up his newly-enhanced pole. Now more than nine inches long and over three inches thick, it was a true ‘double beer can cock,’ nearly as large as Bart’s own massive member. He poured lube over Jack’s gape, sticking nearly his whole hand inside as he got him ready. (Jack had a very large man-cunt by this point, having even been fucked by Teo’s foot at one point.) Jack purred with delight, quivering with excitement. He couldn’t wait to have Teo inside him again. It had been too long!

Handing the lube to Bart, Teo positioned himself behind Jack while Bart repeated the lubing-up process, getting his giant penis all slippery and glistening with lube before preparing Teo for his first penetration. Teo whimpered as Bart inserted a thick finger inside him, praising, “So hot! So tight! I’m gonna have fun wreckin’ yer hole, bro!”

“Juss be nice,” Teo pleaded, sounding like a terrified little boy.

“Ha! Wrecked means wrecked, Pussy Boy!” Bart taunted, fapping his cock with a loud squelch. “You don’t get to dick-tate the terms of yer fuckin’. I’m juss gonna rip off the Bandaid and ram right in.”

Teo barely had time to brace before Bart made good on his promise. He tore into him with such ferocity that Teo was slammed forward into Jack’s chute. They both squealed like little pigs and poor Teo was crushed in the middle of a man sandwich. In the process, his precious man-bud was utterly destroyed; Bart battered through his defenses, leaving him with a ragged, loose, flapping pair of ass lips that rivaled Jack’s own.

Ah, ass virginity! So carefully guarded and so quickly lost! Bart gave Teo a permanent slut butt that night, something that was clear to anyone who saw him bend over in the locker room. His long, vertical slit became a thing of legend, made all the more obvious after his butt implants settled in. In only two weeks, they had flared so wide that he could no longer clench his cheeks together. This ensured that his man-cunt was on full display even when he was jocked-up. The guys on the football team never tired of teasing him about it.

Tears filled Teo’s eyes as Bart smacked against him. The SEAL’s full scrotum sloshed heavily forward, slapping his taint. Teo bucked against Jack and he fell forward on his face. Jack stuck his butt in the air, taking the brunt of both studs’ fucking. He could feel his own cunt stretching and stretching. As loose as he was, Teo’s new size was incredibly devastating; the sensation brought a smile to his face. When Teo emptied his seed inside him, he saw stars. Teo promptly reached under him and jacked him to a climax even as Bart climaxed inside Teo’s shredded hole.

They collapsed in a sweaty pile of manflesh, spooning in the way that would soon become their custom: Bart with his dick in Teo’s hole and his full sac pressing against his implants and Teo with his enhanced cock inside Jack’s hole, his hand cupping Jack’s swollen scrotum. It was pure heaven!

***

The days drifted lazily past as Jack and Teo adjusted to their new roles and relationship. Bart and his SEALs made themselves at home and Jack found his true calling as a homemaker. Every morning, clad in his pink apron and panties, he’d go around and collect their soiled jockstraps, sometimes sniffing them deeply before putting them in the laundry. And then he’d make breakfast for his big horde of studly men. They’d grunt and groan with delight as they devoured a mountain of sausage and pancakes. Jack would watch them with folded arms before he, Teo and Bart got ready to go to class.

One day, he and Jerome arrived back from grocery shopping to find Teo and Bart sitting beside each other on the couch in the living room. Their arms were crossed and their faces were so solemn that he immediately knew something was wrong. As he came around the corner, he was surprised to see one of his swim teammates, John DePaul, sitting in the chair opposite his boyfriends. Two burly SEALs were positioned on either side of his chair, holding him in place. The young guy swallowed nervously, his gaze darkening when he saw Jack.

“Jack,” Bart said in a gruff tone. “You know John here, right?”

“Yeah, of course.” Jack looked questioningly at John but the guy refused to make eye contact. Instead, he stared stonily at the floor in front of his feet.

Then Teo dropped a bombshell: “John’s your cyberbully.”

“Huh?” Jack stared at the young guy, thoroughly confused. John was the one who posted all of those horrible things online? But he looked so innocent!

John DePaul was barely nineteen years old but he’d been a swim jock since middle school and was one of the team’s fastest swimmers, especially in the butterfly. Even though Jack and Bart were faster, it was clear that John would be even better than they were someday. Jack had barely said two words to the guy since practice started and didn’t really know anything about him. His few interactions, though, had been cordial if not overly friendly. It seemed unbelievable that this kid was capable of posting such vile and defamatory content!

“Are you sure?”

John wrinkled his nose in response to the question, cluing Jack into the fact that this boy was not a fan of his.

Bart nodded. “Super sure. He’s admitted to it. Haven’t you, John Boy?”

“Don’t call me that!” John spat, eyes blazing with malice.

“The kitten has claws!” Teo commented, smirking. “But not for long.”

John instantly sat up straighter. “What do you mean?”

Bart held up his hand before Teo could answer, saying, “John, we can’t let you go without punishment. You know that.”

John’s face went white. “Punishment?” The SEALs behind him tightened their grip and he grimaced in pain.

“John,” Bart said conversationally, “why don’t you strip and show us what you got?”

“WHAT???!!!” John tried desperately to wrestle free and flee the room but it was no use; the soldiers had him good. When he realized he was trapped, he became frantic, spitting, “LET ME GO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

Bart looked around. “Who’s gonna stop me? Now get naked.”

Still struggling, John was forced to his feet as his captors made short work of his clothing. In a moment, he was standing before them completely butt-naked, a little silver cross dangling from a chain around his neck. The SEALs held his arms away from his crotch so he couldn’t cover his privates. He glared hatefully at them as they took in the sight of his shaved, nubile body.

“STOP LOOKING AT ME!” John yelled, failing once again to break free. “YOU FUCKING PERVERTS!”

“Big words for such a little man,” Bart smirked, eying John’s crotch. As impressive as John’s swimmer’s build was, he was decidedly lacking in one key area; he possessed a penis that could only be described as below average. His little balls only made him look even more pathetic down there; they were pulled up tight like a pair of olives on a twig.

“FUCK YOU!” John raged. “AT LEAST I’M NOT A FUCKING FREAK LIKE YOU!”

“For now,” Teo stated.

John was too worked up to catch the ominous undertones in this statement. Jack did, however, and quailed inwardly. What were Bart and Teo planning to do to him?

For their part, Bart and Teo were unmoved by John’s fury and surveyed his naked body critically. After a moment, they exchanged glances before looking over at Jack. Teo cleared his throat, “Oh, Jack?”

“Yeah?” Jack was feeling bad for John despite what he’d done. He didn’t like to him humiliated and teased.

Teo smiled slowly, “Get naked, too, would ya?”

“Sure.” Jack never questioned Teo or Bart. This was why they loved him so much; he always did as he was told. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside before stepping out of his sweats and panties. He was keenly aware of Jerome’s eyes on him the whole time; the lusty SEAL had yet to see him in his full glory!

“Stand next to him,” Bart grunted, pointing at John. John’s eyes smoldered with rage as Jack complied. Soon, they were shoulder to shoulder, completely naked.

“He does, doesn’t he?” Bart asked Teo. Teo nodded, murmuring, “It’s eerie.”

“What’s eerie?” Jack asked. He’d do anything to break the tension. The hatred radiating off of John DePaul was truly toxic. The boy seemed like he was about to self-destruct.

“The two of you,” Bart explained, “could be a pair of bookends. Look at yourselves!”

Jack looked over at John who returned his gaze despite himself. Jack’s eyes widened. He’d never realized it before but he and John had basically the same body. They were tall and lean, standing nearly the same height. Devoid of body hair, they were almost interchangeable. The only difference was that Jack had a beard and blond, curly hair whereas John was clean-shaven and had black, curly hair. Oh, and Jack’s butt and balls were filled with silicone. John differed in other ways–most notably his tiny endowment–but, chapter and verse, he could have passed for Jack’s younger brother.

Teo and Bart were smiling devilishly at each other. Their expressions made Jack’s skin prickle; he could tell they were hatching a scheme. He cast a wary eye over at John. John stared back at him, his eyes ice cold. He had no idea what he was in for!

“Baby Girl?” Teo asked in a singsong voice.

Jack smiled. “Yeah?”

“How ‘bout if you take John over and, you know, introduce him to Sammi? Sammi has some new techniques he’s dying to try out on him.” He glanced over at the living room window as he said this and Jack followed his gaze, realizing with a start that both Duke and Sammi were watching them with interest through their own living room window.

John looked over and blanched when he saw Sammi’s greatly augmented physique. Belatedly, he understood what Teo meant by ‘introduce’ and fought desperately to shake loose the SEALs holding him in place. “NO!” he shouted, voice wavering with fear. “NO, YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T!” When this failed to gain traction, he switched to pleading, “PLEASE, DON’T! I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE DON’T TURN ME INTO A FREAK!”

Teo and Bart exchanged an amused look. Teo turned back to John, asking, “Anything? Really?”

John swallowed, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Yeah, anything! Seriously! I’ll do anything!”

“Alright,” Bart agreed. “Then move in with us.”

“What?” John looked horrified at the prospect.

“You heard me. You live here until graduation.” He laughed, “That way we can keep an eye on you and make sure you stay out of mischief.”

John’s eyes darted around the room. “That’s all? I just gotta live here with you? Do I at least get my own room?”

Bart nodded. “Yep. You can sleep upstairs.” He held up his finger, warning, “But your phone and your computer belong to me now. Got it? No more shit posting. No more memes. No more homophobic rants. Instead, yer gonna post only nice things about Jack and how much you like him.”

John’s lip curled but he reluctantly agreed. It was better than the alternative! “How do you know I won’t disappear after I leave here?”

“I trust you,” Bart said. “I can tell yer a man of yer word. That and I’ll have my SEALs hunt you down and cut yer balls off if you try an’ run.” The SEALs holding John smirked and John swallowed fearfully. 

“I won’t run,” he promised.

“Good man.” Bart tossed him back his t-shirt and John pulled it gratefully over his head. And then he stooped down and pulled on his underwear. Teo stopped him when he tried to put on his pants, saying, “Nope. House rules. Yer either naked or in yer skivvies when yer at home. Got it?”

“And you’ll grow a beard and let your hair get long,” Teo added, winking at Jack. “It’s my thing.”

John hung his head, gritting his teeth, but what could he do? He’d made a bargain and he intended to keep it.

***

Chapter 8

As so John DePaul moved into the townhouse that very night. Jack went with him back to his dorm room and helped him pack up. While it can’t be said that they enjoyed their time together, the atmosphere between them had thawed considerably by the time they returned to find Teo cooking super. By the end of the night, John actually smiled at one of Bart’s jokes. It was the beginning of a strange but very long friendship.

“He’s a little cockslut like you,” Teo confided later that night when he and Jack were cuddled together in bed.

“Really? You think so?”

Bart looked over Teo’s shoulder at Jack. He was fingering Teo’s man-cunt, getting him worked up to take his big cock. “Yeah, bullies’re all the same. He’s a good little Catholic boy now but juss you wait. After a while livin’ here with us, he’ll let his hair down.”

It took a while, so long that Jack wondered if Bart and Teo were wrong about John. The semester flew past and John stayed good to his promises: He only posted nice things about Jack on his social media accounts and he stayed at the townhouse where they could keep an eye on him. He mostly hid in his room, though. After dinner, they barely saw him and he made himself scarce during the day. Jack didn’t care. He was too enraptured with his two, big, burly men and the beautiful SEAL studs lounging in jockstraps everywhere he looked.

Jack, Bart and Teo graduated in the spring and the lease expired on the townhouse in two more weeks. It was the end of an era and it made Jack sad. The only thing that cheered him was knowing that he, Bart and Teo would stay together. Teo had signed a contract with the Detroit Lions and Bart was going on to law school in the fall at Wayne State University. They had already signed a lease for a beautiful loft apartment in downtown Detroit and were eagerly making plans to move.

And there was more.

“Uh, guys?” Bart asked after they got back from celebrating their graduation with their families. It had to be said that none of their relatives were exactly thrilled to learn their boys were a thruple, much less that they’d all modified their bodies so greatly, but they rolled with it. Of the three sets of parents, only Teo’s had trouble concealing their disapproval.

Teo was lifting Jack’s tie over his head. They looked over at their alpha questioningly. “Yeah?”

Bart was uncharacteristically nervous. Dropping his eyes to the floor, he said, “Uh, whaddaya think ‘bout becoming daddies?” He cleared his throat, holding up an official-looking letter. “This came via a special courier just a bit ago. Looks like Lindsey’s terminated her parental rights and the boys’re comin’ to live with me full time.” He flushed, adding, “She says she can’t stand lookin’ at ‘em ‘cuz they remind her so much of me.”

Teo and Jack exchanged glances before saying together, “That’s totally awesome!”

Bart looked up hopefully. “Really? They’re awful young. Fuck, Loki’s not even outta diapers yet.”

“Loki?” Teo repeated. “You named yer kid ‘Loki’? Really?”

Bart nodded. “Yeah, and the other’s name is Tyr.” He shrugged. “What can I say? I got a thing for Norse mythology.”

“I’ve always wanted to be a mother,” Jack said, smiling. “I can’t wait to meet them!”

“Well, ya won’t have to wait too long, Baby Bro.” Bart’s eyes were shining with tears of gratitude. “She’s droppin’ ‘em off here tomorrow.”

“That’s–” Jack started to say but was interrupted when John slouched in. The swim jock looked particularly despondent.

Looking from Bart to Teo to Jack, he asked, “You guys’re movin’ out soon, huh?” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, staring down at the floor. He looked very handsome with a thick, black beard gracing his cheeks. His curls had grown longer and now hung down around his ears, making him look like a young Greek god.

Bart and Teo looked meaningfully at Jack and he stepped forward, placing a tentative hand on John’s shoulder. John looked up at him with his clear, blue eyes. They were teary. “John, what’s wrong?”

John rubbed his hand across his nose, sniffling. “Nuthin’. Juss fuck off.”

He started to turn but Jack caught him in his arms and drew him in for a hug. John went briefly rigid but then melted into his embrace. After warring with himself for a few moments, he buried his face in Jack’s shoulder and sobbed. Jack held him close, nuzzling his ear.

And then they were kissing!

It happened so fast that it caught Jack off guard. John pinned him against the wall and started devouring his mouth. In no time, he’d worked Jack out of his clothes and Jack was completely naked and at his mercy. Teo and Bart remained silent, kneading their crotches, as the two went at it.

John removed his own clothes and, taking Jack by the enhanced ball sac, dragged him into his room upstairs, where he tossed him down on the bed and threw himself on top of him. “Lick my hole, bro!” he pleaded, squatting over his face. “Please! Juss lick my hole!”

Like Jack needed to be told twice! He stared in amazement as John took his little butt cheeks in his hands and pulled them back, exposing his tiny, brown hole. Jack had never seen anything so cute! His tongue was all over that tender little boy bud in no time and John was writhing above him, his body contorting with pleasure.

John opened his hole as wide as he could, inviting Jack’s tongue inside. He tasted delicious and soon Jack had stuffed his tongue in as deep as he could while John moaned in ecstasy.

“It’s so nasty!” John panted. “Fuckin’ NASTY!”

Jack pulled away long enough to gasp, “And you like it.”

John sat down further on his face and Jack slurped away until John shocked him by pleading, “I want you to fuck me! Please fuck me!”

Jack gently pushed him forward and sat up. “John, you know that’s not possible, right? I mean, look at me!” He glanced down at his silicone-stuffed member. He was hard as a rock but his erection was surrounded by so many layers of soft, cushiony silicone that there was no way he could penetrate a tiny little boy hole like John’s. He’d even have trouble fucking Teo’s masterful gape!

John was determined, though. “No, I want you to fuck me. It’s gotta be you and nobody else!” When Jack wavered, he leaned over and pulled something out of his dresser drawer. “I planned this out,” he informed him, displaying the case full of dildos. “You can work me up to your size.”

Jack stared at the case, mouth falling open. It was full of a half dozen dildos that ranged from pencil-thin to bigger than an elephant’s trunk. He looked from the dildos to John’s sweaty face. “You sure?”

Eye feverish, John nodded, “Never been more certain, bro. I want you to top me!”

And so Jack ended up giving John the biggest man-cunt imaginable. By the time he was done, even Bart’s monster cock was too small to satisfy the boy. Only Jack would do. He pinned John beneath him and pounded away, grunting with satisfaction as he felt that hole permanently gape. So this was what it felt like to top? He’d always wondered and now he knew how Teo and Bart felt. It was transcendent!

“Fuck! OH, FUCK!” John moaned as Jack emptied his cum into his greatly enlarged orifice. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!”

“Shut up and take it!” Jack growled, slapping him on a pert buttock. John whimpered in response and Jack reached underneath him to fondle his little prick. It was barely four inches long and extremely thin but that little pistol sure could shoot! John came in a very loud climax, spewing loads of jizz on the sheets, after Jack stroked him a few times.

“I have a cunt!” John wailed afterwards, clutching Jack around the shoulders. “You fuckin’ gave me a cunt!” He couldn’t stop fingering his loose, sloppy ass lips as he grimaced in distaste.

Jack chuckled. “This is your thing, isn’t it? You like being humiliated?”

“Shut up.”

Jack smiled to himself and held the kid, gathering his naked body up in his arms. It felt really good to hold him like this. It made Jack feel powerful, almost macho. Topping John had been the dream he didn’t even know he had!

John cleared his throat. “I’m ready.”

Jack looked down at him, moving a sweaty curl away from his eyes. “For what? Another fucking?” 

“Nah,” John said, burying his face against Jack’s pec. “I-I-I-I wanna look like you.”

“Look like me? How?”

John talked into his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze. “I mean I wanna be a freak just like you.” Then, gaining confidence, he looked up eagerly, “Will you take me to Sammi?” When Jack didn’t reply right away, he turned away, muttering, “I can’t believe I just asked that! Forget I said anything!” Barely a second passed before he was pleading again, “Pah-leez! Pah-leez turn me into a freak!”

“You sure? Maybe you should wait a while? Give it a few days,” Jack counseled. “Otherwise, you might regret it.”

John set his jaw. “No! I wanna do it tonight before I pussy out!”

Jack held him with his level gaze, “It’s permanent, you know. Once he’s injected you, you can’t ever go back to the way you were.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” John cried, resolute. “I wanna do it! Tonight!”

Jack laughed, “Well, if you’re sure. I need to get more silicone in my butt anyways. Why don’t we go together?” He paused, searching John’s innocent face, “Are you absolutely sure that’s what you want, though?”

John’s eyes were glowing. “Yes. Yes. YES!” He broke off, chagrined. “I think that I’ve always wanted to be like you. I was just scared to admit it to myself.”

Jack kissed him again, softly this time. “I can relate. I thought Sammi was a total freak when I first saw him. Teo helped me to see otherwise.”

“Teo,” John sighed. “He’s such a stud! And Bart! OMG! BART! I’m so hot for him I can’t stand it!”

Jack nodded knowingly, “After Sammi gets you all freaked up, you know you’re gonna be part of their harem, right?”

“God, I hope so!” John’s eyes were almost feverish by this point. “Let’s go now, Jack! Let’s see if Sammi’s still awake!”

***

Jack walked John back to their townhouse after Sammi was done with him. John leaned heavily against him, already regretting his impulsivity.

“Fuck!” he moaned. “What did I do to myself? Why did I have him put in so much?!” He looked away from his massively enhanced testicles, feeling sick. “I look like I have a fuckin’ fishbowl stuck to my crotch!” Behind, he wasn’t much better off. Somehow, Sammi had managed to get a whole liter into each of his butt cheeks. John’s backside now rivaled Jack’s in size and jiggle.

What could Jack say? He’d tried to talk John into starting off slow but the boy was insistent and refused to listen. Because he hadn’t stretched out his ball sac ahead of time, his scrotum had inflated like a round balloon, eclipsing his cock entirely. He wasn’t lying when he said it looked like he had a fishbowl down there!

For the rest of his life, he’d never be able to fuck again because, after the silicone encapsulated, his scrotum permanently swallowed his cock. Peeing was almost impossible and he ended up pissing all over his chest if he wasn’t really careful. 

That fall when he resumed swim practice, he really paid the price. Wearing a Speedo was a prurient adventure and he wilted in shame the first time he crept out onto the pool deck. With his soft, swollen ass cheeks falling out of the back of the suit and his perfectly round crotch spilling out the front, he was an even bigger freak than either Jack or Bart and the coach on the verge of throwing in the towel. 

He changed his tune a week later, though, when five more of the guys showed up to practice with enhanced packages pouring out of their Speedos. In the end, the coach decided if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em…and arrived at practice carrying a clipboard and wearing only the briefest of Speedos. The guys on the team all goggled as they took in the sight of his very own exceptionally large, siliconed scrotum.

***

Jack, John, Bart and Teo formed a quadruple, moving together into the loft in downtown Detroit. John commuted to classes and Bart started his law degree while Teo began practice with the Lions. This left Jack alone with Tyr and Loki during the day and he quickly realized his true calling was to be the mother of these boys. They adored him and spent nearly every waking moment with him.

The four men kept their sex lives private from the children and were careful to wait until the boys were asleep before engaging in extracurricular activities. It can’t be said that the boys were completely clueless over the nature of their unusual relationship, though. One day, Jack walked into their bedroom and discovered that Tyr had stuck a water balloon inside his underpants and was parading around the room with his head held high and his narrow shoulders pushed back.

“Uh, what’re you doing?” Jack asked, dreading that he already knew the answer.

“I’m Daddy!” Tyr announced proudly. “I’m gonna be just like him when I grow up!”

“An’ I’m Mommy!” Loki chirped, wiggling his overly full diaper. It sagged off his behind much like Jack’s giant booty. “I’m gonna be juss like you when I grow up!”

What could he say? Jack shook his head and, taking the boys in his arms, hugged them fiercely.

***

Bart’s viking fetish came to fruition later that fall when he informed Jack and John that they would begin weight training with the Lions. They exchanged looks, turning to Teo who held up his palms, saying, “I checked it out with the coach and they’re cool with it.”

“And you’re both gonna start takin’ this,” Bart continued, holding up a syringe, “to help ya grow big and strong.”

“Is that steroids?” Jack asked and Bart nodded, grinning. “You want us to take steroids?”

“How else are you gonna grow into a pair of studly viking bottoms?” Bart demanded. “It’s not like either of ya can put on that much muscle on yer own!”

What could they do? Neither of them ever said no to anything Bart or Teo suggested. A year later, they had each put on so much muscle that John had to drop out of the swim team and Jack could barely fit into any clothes. They towered over both Bart and Teo, a couple of giants with long, curly hair and oversized packages and very full buttocks. Sometimes John and Jack would look at each other and shrug their mountainous shoulders, grinning stupidly at each other. Their lives had turned into a steroid bull’s fever dream and neither would change a thing.

***