A freak.

An absolute near inhuman beast.

Boss stood next to me, panting slightly, still coming down from the intensity of what we’d just done. He placed a hand on my now-furry shoulder. “Boy, I’m sorry. I lost it a bit back there, went a bit overboard.” He grinned wryly, “You’re too good a cocksucker.”

I gawked at myself, lifted my now longer-than-they-should-be arms, coated in hair that grew thicker toward my overlarge hands, covering my knuckles. Long and heavy pit hair cascading down and around my bi’s and tri’s, my sides, connecting with hair that had grown… well, everywhere. Thickest on my chest, forearms, my back from what I could see (turning my head was proving difficult due to a newly minted monstrous neck,) crotch and ass, legs.

Everywhere. Gorilla.

My face, staggeringly brutish and somewhat simian in appearance. Thicker, wider nose, bigger ears (with their own thin layer of hair even?), a too-wide face with dense beard riding up my cheeks and doing a poor job of covering up the lantern-jawed underbite I now had.

My grin was toothily ghoulish, stupid looking.

“Fuckin’ wild, Boss.”

The deep reverberation through my furry chest was new, engorged nipples peeking through in dark pink, skin otherwise hidden under knuckle-deep shag that had bloomed over my even-more-massive-than-before pecs. I popped one pec then the other, hair shimmering with the movement, the meat falling back into place like 30 lb. sacks of flour.

Furry bowling balls for shoulders, in fact there wasn’t skin anywhere I could see that didn’t have hair growing out of it. My eyebrows were bigger and bushier, connected in the middle a la Neanderthal whilst thinning somewhat at the temples before reconnecting with the scruffy hair on my head. My eyes were brooding, set back, overshadowed by a dangerous brow.

Gauging myself next to Boss I wasn’t taller, but I was definitely wider and quite obviously disproportionate. A heavy, lengthened torso with arms too long, placed over shorter yet thicker legs that would have trouble moving with any sort of speed, forced to waddle with a top-heavy gait. Right down to the hairiest feet I’d ever seen that were definitely not fitting back in the shoes I wore here, or shoes several sizes larger even. Do they make shoes that big? Did I even need shoes anymore?

I grunted. Boss chuckled, running a hand down my back fur.

“You certainly turned out somethin’.”

Despite its recent release my cock was dripping, hard as usual, relatively unchanged other than the bush at its base flared into a full-on forest with hairy tendrils creeping a third of the way up my shaft, my balls obscured by tangled man fur.

“I look kinda fucked up,” I groped and scratched my crotch, knocking it about a bit as I felt out the weird length of my arms. The other hand awkwardly scratched behind a fuzzy ear, hands too big, fingers too thick.

He laughed then, “Yeah, you kinda do.”

“Fuckin’ hot though. I’m a monster. Fuckin’ huge!”

Double biceps, another glob of pre from my ever-hard dick, bouncing into a lazy string stretching to the floor as I flexed. Fuck I made a lot of pre, big fuckin’ hairy balls, so awesome hehehe.

My eyes glazed over a bit. “Fuck. Lookit me.”

Boss moved in front of me pushing my dick to the side some, tweaking a nipple, reaching up with both hands to squeeze my diamond-hard biceps. His hands looked tiny somehow, barely able to make any sort of grip on them outside of grabbing tufts of fur. I could feel the heat of his body again, standing there enjoying me, what he’d created.

“Yeah, lookit you. You ain’t goin’ anywhere without being noticed now, boy. People gonna stare at the freak I made. Gonna wonder if you’re even real.”

“Fuckin’ am, Boss.”

He was feeling my pecs now, lifting them, rubbing them, punching them as I dropped my arms and stood unmoving. “Hell yeah you are. How’s that head of yours feelin’ though, boy?”

“Huh? How you mean, Boss?”

He stepped back, surveying. “Big dumb animal like you? Good for flexing and blowing loads is what you are, you didn’t turn out like this for your brains.”

I shrugged and scratched my furry abs. “I dunno, don’t feel that diff’rent.”

“No?” Boss said skeptically, stepping over to the wooden table to pick up a small bottle of lube amongst the dildos. He tossed it to me, smirking as it bounced off my massive chest while my arms flailed. Hand-eye coordination was out the window for now. I picked up the bottle, feeling smaller in my hand than it looked in Boss’.

“Read it.”

I looked at the bottle, flipped it over front and back.

Fuck.

“Oh fuck.”

I couldn’t. None of it. Though my mind knew the stuff printed on the bottle was words, I couldn’t make any sense out of it. And not even like I was reading a foreign language made up of letters I could still recognize, but more like I was staring at lines of shapes that otherwise had no particular meaning. Might as well have been series’ of circles, squares, triangles. Lines and angles, mocking me.

My heart beat faster. What the fuck.

Boss saw my reaction and crossed his arms, leaning against the metal cabinet next to the table, a smirk on his face. “So what’s it say, boy?”

I glared at him, for the first time had a flash of anger. “You know I don’t fuckin’ know, Boss.”

His face grew dark. “You watch your tone, animal.”

Despite myself my cock throbbed.

I was an animal, his animal. Standing there massive with muscle, shaped as much gorilla as human, big ears and brutish face, overgrown hands and feet, all of it covered in fur. I couldn’t read, felt like my brain was moving through molasses. Sentences weren’t coming easily, felt like I couldn’t manage words with more than a couple syllables if I was lucky.

I stared at the bottle of lube in my huge, hairy hand. Then dropped my arm, letting the lube clatter to the floor.

“Sorry, Boss.”

He clicked his tongue, shoulder-pushed himself off the cabinet and uncrossed his arms, moved toward me with slow, commanding steps. Though I was huge I suddenly felt small. He had me exactly where he wanted me, and I’d obeyed, followed, and trusted him every step of the way.

He made me. I slumped farther, head bowed. What now?

I may have said it out loud because Boss said, “This is you now, boy. Hell I can barely call you boy anymore, you’re much more than that. All muscle and hair, stupid as a pile of bricks.”

That stung a bit but I knew he was right, I used to be a smart guy. Lean but well built, a modest amount of body hair, a decent-sized dick. I had an okay job in management, just doing my thing day in and day out, never really worrying about the future but always fantasizing about what could be.

And now here I stood. Become the freak I’d gushed about with Boss in late-night text chats and video calls, our relationship evolving into hypnosis and suggestions, helping push me in the gym and bring some of that fantasy to life.

That fantasy… his fantasy. Here I was. A freak and then some.

But that past life was all fading into memory already, my motorcycle-turned-tricycle of a brain struggling to hold onto anything outside the now. The feel and flex of my muscles, the ruffling of my fur, the throbbing of my cock. I was a prisoner of physicality as my grey matter took a solid back seat, assisting only with the basics as needed while this monstrous body took the driver’s seat.

And through the quick beat of my heart, the stinging fear of what was to come, broadsword stabs of horniness pushed through. Piercing and cutting those fears into tatters, my heartbeat matching the pulse of my cock as it dripped its way to my future. Leaking out what was.

“If not boy then what, Boss?”

Boss tilted his head slightly. “Freak. Beast. Animal. All of the above… I’ll call you whatever feels right when I feel like it.” He glanced down with a raised brow, “Your twitchin’ cock seems to agree.” He took hold of it, smearing pre over the head, looking back up at me.

He stared into my eyes, into my soul and very being, “Doesn’t it, you fuckin’ animal?”

I groaned as waves of horniness returned to crash over this short period of clarity.

“Yes, Boss.”

Boss reached out and tilted my head up. “Your new beginnin’ starts here. And I know you’re gonna love every minute of it, ain’t ya?”

I nodded with lidded eyes and grinned stupidly, stomach fluttering, hips twitching.

“Good.” He rested a hand on my furry cheek. I leaned and nuzzled into it.

“Sleep, beast.”



“And wide awake.”

I flinched slightly, slumped in my desk chair. Blinking. “Shit, sorry Boss.”

He grinned through my computer screen. “Sorry for what boy, you did great as usual.”

I shuffled back to upright, a healthy dose of cum in my chest and stomach hair. I chuckled and blushed a bit, rubbing it in like I know he likes. I was completely naked, as I often was by the time we finished a session together. I’d gotten used to it, looked forward to it even, found it very freeing to be left with nothing but my body for Boss whenever he chose to be done with me.

“Did you enjoy that, boy?”

I searched my mind but per as usual couldn’t muster up much memory of what we’d done, but then if the drying cum on my torso was any indicator. A heavy, pleasant buzz lingered in my mind and body as I returned to myself. I nodded enthusiastically, “Yes Boss, always!”

He smiled again. “Well, better get yourself cleaned up. You packed yet?”

“Almost Boss, just a few things to pull from the laundry.”

“You get that done then. Your flight’s at what time?”

“9:20 in the morning Boss, should be there about 1 in the afternoon. I’ll message you when I’m up though and let you know if there’s any delays or anything.”

He nodded. “Alright boy, get going then. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

I was fully alert and beaming. “Yes, Boss!”

“And boy?”

“Yes, Boss?”

He pointed at the camera, pointed at me. “Be good.”

And he was gone.

I couldn’t wait to meet him.

With my libido sated for the immediate moment and the mirror now an only somewhat smeary mess, I turned my attention to getting dressed.

Or, that is, I tried anyway. Aside from the foggy feeling in my head which I attributed to orgasm afterglow, every move I made was now a reminder of how much I’d grown. My lats rubbing against my arms, my thighs smashing together, the lessened mobility in my neck even, all of it a testament to this new truth - I was big now.

I found my eyes unsurprisingly drawn to the mirror again. How was that me?

How’d he do it?

I curled an arm into a flex, lifting my shoulder and flaring my lat, crunching my blockier abs instinctively as my other hand rubbed them lovingly. I followed the line of my wrist to my elbow, my thick and vascular forearm jammed up against my navel orange-sized bicep, the thick vein under it practically pulsing in appreciation. My pit hair sat deeper than before, nestled in that quadfecta of muscle where pec meets shoulder meets bicep meets lat.

I flexed harder and my face broke into a lewd grin. “Fuuuck…”

Even my face looked pumped somehow, swollen, reminding me of when I’d done a somewhat heavier cycle and threw a good amount of deca into the mix. That bloated, enhanced look that would raise brows at the gym and lead people to not ask questions they already knew the answer to. The buzzed head and beard added to the amped-up look, stacked on top of a thickened neck that led to an even thicker body oozing masculine energy.

Speaking of oozing, my cock was on full alert again. Granted that was its usual state, but giving away the extra level of appreciation it was feeling by going steel hard and increasing its pre output five fold. Despite having unloaded only moments ago, the strings stretching and dripping from cockhead to floor had picked up pace along with my self reflection, forming a puddle on the carpet I could see was quickly being absorbed.

That snapped me out of it. “Shit… shit shit!”

Cupping my dickhead to stem the flow I waddled over to my suitcase, clumsily unzipping it with one hand while trying not to spill the other. I rifled through a pocket and pulled out a condom, the extra large ones I liked after ordering them online and finding they were the best fit without strangling. Given I had to wear these things pretty much 24/7 I didn’t need them cutting off blood flow and turning me purple!

Strangling indeed.

With my free hand and my teeth I managed to rip the package open, and the few ounces of pre that’d pooled in my palm were quickly wiped on my poor, destroyed jeans. In a few seconds I had the condom over the end of my cock and the crisis was averted. A few tissues from the box on the bedside table took care of the carpet, at least as best it could.

With my focus on not turning the entire floor into a squishy slimefest my cock had calmed a bit, returning to its usual mostly-hard state and dripping lazily into the rubber.

I shook my head, still trying to shake the fogginess as I rubbed my eyes with my palms. It was like my awareness had shifted further into my physical being than it had been before. I was always aware of the feeling of my huge dick, especially if I hadn’t jerked off for a bit or was otherwise horned up. But now I had this big body to contend with too, jostling for space in my brain and making it harder to focus somehow.

“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, scratching my balls and groping my chest. “Get it together dude, shit…” I stretched my arms overhead, shoulders bumping my ears for the first time, and shook it out to try and get my attention back.

I set my sights on the dresser drawers.

I started at the top, opening each drawer one by one to survey inside. Ankle socks to start, plain white and unexciting. But the remaining drawers…

You know that sound you make when something surprises you, like a little inward gasp, but then you breathe out in an amused huff because you’re also not surprised at the same time? That was what involuntarily left my mouth and lungs as I realized what the entire dresser was filled with.

Spandex. Drawer upon drawer of spandex.

My heart quickened, my dick flexed and burped up some pre. The permanent pump of my new muscular body was suddenly more prevalent in my mind again as I couldn’t help but imagine it wrapped in skin-tight shiny fabric, every curve and muscle popping, fully on display. Even though I wore spandex from time to time prior to gaining 40 lbs., this would be different - this body was meant for it.

There was an array of colours and pieces. Long sleeves, tank tops, tights, shorts, skimpy briefs and thongs, a cornucopia of smooth stretchable goodness waiting to be explored.

I scrunched my face with a grunt. Boss had only said “all white” with no indication of how much skin ought to be showing, though knowing how our interest in spandex aligned I’d guess he’d want more covered than less for our evening out. I began digging methodically through the options, settling on a plain long-sleeved shirt and a pair of tights, both white with the exception of a blue stripe running down the legs. I liked that, hopefully Boss wouldn’t mind.

No underwear though. That, I knew, Boss definitely wouldn’t mind.

“Boy?” he called, as if he’d read my mind.

“Sorry, Boss! Almost ready!”

Hastily I shucked my socks and threw on a new pair from the top drawer, then began working my way into the outfit. Like I said, I wasn’t new to spandex but my body moved differently now and lacked some mobility by comparison. The shirt went over my head, then I struggled to maneuver my meatier arms inside, stretching and pulling the fabric to accommodate. Once I had it mostly on I adjusted here and there before grabbing the tights. I slid them over my engorged calves and to my thick thighs partway on each side, working them over my feet until they were mostly in place above the knee.

I grabbed either side and pulled up to standing as my massive junk naturally got in the way, which wasn’t new. I settled everything in front and behind as best I could while my dick hung out, then once I was ready I pushed it to my left and shoved it into the taut fabric, being careful not to catch or pull my slowly filling preservoir. I tucked my balls in as well, positioning them comfortably in front. I pulled and stretched here and there until everything was smooth as silk.

My dick tensed and burbled again and I couldn’t help but give it a squeeze as I let out a moan.

This felt good. Really, really good.

Every inch of skin had a new sensitivity baked into it, firing off little reminders of the whole shape of my body with every movement. I stepped over to check in the mirror and let out a gutturral, “Oh fuck me…”

Each muscle now carved from white marble, moving and shining in the light, defined and displayed with absolute intention. I lifted into a double biceps and flexed my quads, marveling at myself. My cock had fully hardened again and my bulge in the spandex looked positively massive, etched onto my body in glorious and obscene 3D. This was a body that fully complimented that cock, that deserved that cock.

I flexed harder with a grunt, sticking out my tongue. I was gonna come again, I wanted to come again. I could probably do it without even touching myself. 

Hehehe, that’d be fuckin’ hot.

“Boy!”

I flinched and dropped my arms, blinking and shaking my head. One more glance in the mirror, then I sauntered my way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the living room.

He was actually in the kitchen when I got there, putting stuff in a blender. My stomach rumbled as I realized I hadn’t eaten since the snacks from the cute flight attendant. Fuck, what’d he think if he saw me now?

Boss regarded me with a raised brow over his shoulder, “Took you long enough.”

I blushed. “Sorry Boss, I uh… I got kinda distracted.”

He chuckled, snapping the lid on, “Oh I heard you.”

I jumped as the blender screamed, then stood silently as we waited for it to finish. I realized my arms were somewhat akimbo, that I was standing like I had muscles. Not just had muscles, but like I knew I had muscles and was a walking work of anatomical art that needed to be shown off.

Dick flex. More pre. Bicep twitch. Fuuuuck.

The blender wound down. “What’s that, Boss?”

“For you, boy, obviously. Thinkin’ like a meathead already, eh? Or maybe not thinkin’...” he teased while he poured the contents into a large, plastic cup. “That body’s gonna need a good dose of calories, protein especially, or you might go into a sort of shock. Your blood sugar’s gonna drop real quick what with having a new metabolism and all.”

He surveyed me up and down as he stepped over to hand me the cup. “Drink up.”

Without hesitation I lifted the cup to my lips and chugged it down. Chocolate, banana, chalky, but not bad. He watched me unmoving so I flexed my arm as I drank, smiling through my slurping. He reached over and wrapped a hand around my bicep, nowhere near encircling my arm, and let out a low whistle.

“Yeah boy, you’re turning out real good. Gonna make your Boss proud.”

My dick responded again, like Pavlov’s dog at this point, drooling all the while. As I finished drinking the shake down he handed me a napkin so I could clean up my moustache. I pounded a fist against my spandex-covered cobblestone stomach and let out a belch, then a chuckle. “Compliments to the chef. Thanks, Boss!”

He said nothing and instead walked thoughtfully around me, looking me up and down. I instinctively tensed everything, happy to be inspected, ready for whatever he planned to throw at me next.

A thread of anxiety, stretching up from my stomach to my chest. My breathing quickened. Wait, next? What about now? This was unreal, how did he…?

A hand on my shoulder and the panic melted.

“It’s alright, boy. You’re safe.”

I breathed out heavily, muscles relaxing a moment. “Yes, Boss. Sorry, I just was thinking...”

He faced me now, a bemused look, a hand on my bulge. “Oh? Thinkin’ about what?”

My breathing quickened again, the horniness flowed up and filled my mind, I groaned and flexed my core and my dick. His touch was electricity with my body wrapped in elasticity, I could barely string a thought. “Fuuuck…”

He nodded. “That sounds about right.”

Stepping back a few steps and leaning with an elbow against the back of a dining chair, “We’re going out tonight, boy, and I expect you to be on your best behaviour. You’ll stay by my side at all times without question, speak only when spoken to, and most importantly you will not cum without my knowledge or permission.”

I tensed back up, chest out, mimicking a bodybuilder’s relaxed pose as best I could. “Yes Boss!”

“Also,” his face darkened slightly, “I said all white.”

I blanched a bit. Shit.

“Yes Boss, I just… I liked the blue stripe.”

He stared daggers and for a moment I was sure I’d royally fucked up.

Suddenly softening he nodded, “Fair enough. I know you’ve only just arrived and it wouldn’t be fair to be too strict with you just yet. Know that in future if I ask somethin’ of you you’re to take my instructions literally unless we otherwise discuss, understood?”

I sighed with relief. “Yes, Boss, of course, Boss!”

It was only then I even realized he’d changed. Now in blue jeans and red flannel shirt, top buttons left open and collar splayed, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of harness boots. Walking toward the front door he fished a pair of leather gloves out of his back pocket and began slipping them on.

“You ready, boy?”

I nodded and grinned. “Yes, Boss!”

He grabbed his keys off a hook by the door while slipping on a pair of mirrored aviators.

“Let’s go then.”

And I followed.

“Hope you washed your hands.”

He was leaning against a post across from the entrance to the bathroom, an understandable smirk on his face as I walked over to him as naturally as I could. Which is to say not naturally at all given what I was now packing between my legs.

“And if I didn’t?” I challenged. It wasn’t that I didn’t also see humor in this, the playful awkwardness that hung between us was thick, but I’d just added a few extra pounds to my body without warning so had reason to be equally annoyed. An annoyance paired with the ever-present horniness that had quieted to a persistent hum.

Boss said nothing and started walking again through the baggage area toward the exit so I had no choice but to follow. I glanced around a bit nervously and excitedly, wondering if anyone was looking, staring, while my perma-boned monster of a dick strained even harder at the thought. The fantasy of having a package so large people are forced into wide-eyed wonder had become a reality, and I couldn’t deny the ambrosia of humiliation in becoming a showpiece was helping drive my now ever-present libido.

Ultimately though it was an airport and everyone was hustling and bustling to wherever they needed to be next, so my pseudo-fear of being noticed for my massive bulge was presently misplaced. Nevermind it didn’t show so much in my black jeans unless viewed from the right angle, a “problem” I had no doubt Boss would rectify at some point. My cock throbbed, a wetness on my leg.

He led me out to the parking lot without a further word. There was so much I wanted to say, but he’d firmly entrenched the hierarchy within the first five minutes of us meeting and I didn’t dare break it just yet. He’d glance back at me here and there, a slight smile on his lips, a twinkling eye and raised brow. I wanted to ask, how did you do it? Is this permanent? Will it get even bigger? Seriously though, how did you do it??

I stayed quiet. We arrived at his vehicle a short while later, a black jeep that was immaculately clean inside and out and very, very him.

My bags went into the back and I hopped in the front, grunting as the firm-yet-fleshy blob between my legs bunched up in my tight jeans. As he climbed in he looked over at me and god he was handsome. I’d always had a thing for bulky, bald, bearded men. “You alright there, boy?”

But how did you do it??

“Yes, Boss.”

He smiled. “Good boy.”

I shivered and moaned. Those fucking words.

“I’m glad to see some of the work we’ve done has stuck with you. I promise I’ll only take advantage of it to please us both, you understand?”

I nodded, barely breathing. I was so horny.

“Boy?”

“Sorry, Boss. Yes, Boss!”

“Good. Now pants off.”

I blinked. “Boss?”

He started the engine while giving me a stern look. “I know we just met so I’ll give you a pass for questioning me. We’ll be driving a bit and I don’t think you want that crammed in there the whole time, do you? Pants. Off.”

He pulled out of the parking stall while I pulled out my pulsing cock and balls. My jeans were so tight it was a bit of a job, especially seated, but a couple minutes later and working up a mild sweat I had them off and on the floor.

The upgraded-to-first-class monster jutting from my crotch stood up tall and proud. Most of the toilet paper came off with my pants and I dutifully picked the remaining soaked pieces off my slick head. As expected (or rather, instructed?) I’d been leaking pre the whole time so it was a bit of a mess and Boss gave an amused grunt as he watched me tidy up. The pre continued despite, of course, and I was resisting shivering and whimpering as I sopped it up.

“Think you can live with that, boy?”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry, breathing heavily as the horniness ebbed louder. “I… I think so, Boss. I mean, it’s a lot.”

“My boy’s got a big dick. The biggest dick.” He grinned widely, lasciviously. Flashes of past conversations with him praising my dick flew across the backdrop of my mind. I lifted my hips a bit and grinned, my seatbelt mostly holding me in place as I wagged my huge, leaky front tail with enthusiasm.

“Yes, Boss!”

My balls had settled between my legs which were forced to spread wider to accommodate, churning in their sac expectantly, a feeling of wait and want emanating from them in a way I’d never experienced before. My awareness of them was definitely heightened, in the same way one is aware when filling a bucket of how soon it might overflow.

“How… how’d you do it, Boss?” I blurted. Though I’d meant to hold off asking I was growing a bit addled, it was probably not in my best interest.

We were well out of the parking lot now and heading to the freeway on ramp.

“Oh, you’re a curious boy, are you?”

I nodded, another heavy drop of pre sliding down my cockhead and following the veins of my shaft. I moved to wipe it with my hand and hissed, momentarily forgetting my new level of sensitivity.

“You really wanna know, eh boy?”

“Yes please, Boss!”

“Oh I dunno… I think that might be too much to explain right now, more than you need to know. Besides you’ve already got plenty to handle, don’t you dopey boy.”

I groaned loudly, sparks going off in my head, a sudden fatigue hitting me like a lightning strike. My eyes rolled back as my eyelids fluttered and my horniness ramped up even more. A distant part of me knew what was happening but, as had been the case in the past with him, I was powerless to stop it.

“Hmm? You okay, dopey boy?”

A guttural sound left my throat that I was barely aware of, the sparks turning to fireworks as the breaker switches in my brain flashed off one by one. I had to… did I have to? Wait… was there something I had to do? Fuck, my cock is so hard. And so big!

“B… Boss… wha…?”

We were on the freeway now, he had one hand on the wheel as the other found the back of my head, rubbing gently. “That’s my very good, very dopey boy.”

I moaned and laughed at the same time. Fuck he was right, I was such a good dopey boy! And so horny, and with such a big fuckin’ cock and big fuckin’ balls! I stared at him half-lidded, grinning like the increasingly dim-witted plaything I was. My hand was on my cock continually now, rubbing the pre in, slicking it all up and stroking as best I could given it was far too large to grip. The horniness had its foot on the gas and I couldn’t help myself, I didn’t want to help myself.

“Hehehe, fuck Boss, I’m so fuckin’ horny! Fuuuck my cock feels so fuckin’ goood!”

My inhibitions and worries had all but melted away. I was a creature of impulse now, staring doe-eyed at the man who’d brought me to this place both physically and mentally. While from the outside this might appear an embarrassing situation, my diminished brain power didn’t allow me to see any farther than the end of my foot long, beer-can thick dick.

“Yeah dopey boy, you feeling good? You like that big cock and balls your Boss gave you?”

The world around me was a blur. We were on the freeway, sure, but I was flying.

I squirmed in my seat, pre flowing freely, both hands doing their duty now as I humped and rubbed my way to libidinous oblivion. I could barely form a thought nevermind a sentence, my very being condensed into the rigidity between my legs. My balls bounced along, their yells for release growing louder and joining the overwhelming cacophony in my mind.

“This… fuck… Boss, it’s… nnnngh… it’s…”

“Too much, boy? Is it too much?” he asked rhetorically while driving me to the edge with a knowing smile. He was squeezing the back of my neck now, holding me in place like a dog held by its scruff. This didn’t stop my hands and hips, however, which continued their ministry.

I tried to respond. Well, no, I tried to form words with my mush-for-brains first but nothing was coming together. I could feel myself smiling widely, my face a picture of abject unintelligence, lust-lost as a bit of drool trickled through my beard. A creature so in the moment and existing on instinct there wasn’t any coming back from it.

So I just grunted, deeply.

“I know you wanna cum boy, those balls of yours have gotta be aching for it. But you better damned well not make a mess in here if you do!”

I nodded. I think? I grunted again.

“Good, dopey boys don’t make messes. So whaddaya think you can do about it, hmm?”

Weirdly I connected the dots on that immediately despite my mental state. He released the back of my neck and my face flew forward as I wrapped my mouth around the head of my cock as best I could, tonguing my own slit for the first time in my life and reveling in doing so. I was such a good, dopey, horny boy, with the biggest cock and balls!

He chuckled next to me as I ravenously nursed myself. “Not such a dopey boy after all, eh?”

His words didn’t even register, I was on a mission now. I wanted to empty my balls so bad, I wanted to cum so bad, I desperately needed to blow my load and relieve this ache, this need, this…

“Careful boy. I heard a rumour,” he was rubbing my back now as I leaned over myself. “I heard that when dopey boys cum, they stay a bit dopey.”

That heat again, the same as I felt back in the bathroom stall. In my balls, growing hotter.

“You wouldn’t wanna go and cum away some of your brains now, would you?”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Why would I stop? Should I stop? But the heat…

A tiny alarm bell, faint and in the distant corner of my mind, was ringing. Trying to get my attention. But I was nothing but my sex drive now, I was too amped up, pushed to the edge and anticipating the thrill of the fall.

My mouth was filling with my own pre which I gulped down greedily, my sac pulled up tighter against my body like it knew what was coming. My eyes were shut tight as I allowed the sensations to flow through me with the building heat radiating from my balls, wanting nothing more than to feel that heat burst through my shaft and into my mouth.

I could taste it. I could feel it. I wanted it. I needed it!

“Cum boy.”

I cried out, momentarily releasing my mouth from its duties as the hottest of cum rushed up to meet it. A small amount splashed out and ran down my dick before I clamped back down and began drinking in earnest, somehow remembering Boss’ warning through the murky, powerful haze of my sudden orgasm.

Good, dopey boys don’t make messes when they cum their brains out!

There was no other requirement in that moment but to whimper and gulp my way through the burning sensation, which wasn’t unpleasant but definitely different. The cum fell down my throat in eager gulps but also shot up into my skull, filling the spaces between, melting into my thoughts and very sense of self. I was forgetting to breathe and growing lightheaded but it all felt so wonderful, so hot, so right.

I must’ve been cumming for a good minute, the orgasmic clenching seemed never ending, dutifully guzzling it down while focusing on my combined duties of doing away with all of it while not spilling a drop. Notwithstanding the amount that had escaped in a large dribble and settled into the pubes of my softball-sized nuts.

As it all ebbed a heavy feeling settled on me, a numbness, a weight in my body and mind, pulling me down. The torrent subsided and my mouth popped off with an empty-headed smile as I slumped farther forward, my own cock wiping a trail of spit and cum on my cheek. I panted for air as my boiling blood slowly reduced back to a simmer, the sensations waning away to leave behind, oddly, a sense of pride.

“Sleep, boy.”

His hand still on my back. His voice still in my head.

And I was out.